Nixus: Violent delights

// Phoenix always makes sure to stay sober and protects Debbie whenever the two go out at night. Here is what happened during a night out. post-meeting Marc. 

xxx

Debbie begged for a night out with Phoenix. It had been a while since Chief Wallace moved into her house, and  Debbie had a moment for herself. She wanted to dance. She wanted to drink and let loose and could only do so with her friend Phoenix. So the honey-haired teacher agreed to go with her. It would be fun after all, to dance until she could no longer stand up. So on Friday night, Debbie went to Phoenix's apartment to get ready. She borrowed a short sequined purple dress with long sleeves, put her hair in a high ponytail, and kept the high heels she wore to work. Debbie was confident and beautiful that night. She blasted some music in the living room through the Bluetooth loudspeaker and danced and drank a glass of wine to pre-game their night out while her friend got ready. 

In her bedroom, Phoenix looked into her closet. She did not know what to wear that night. She hesitated for a long time before finally putting on a white "lingerie" thing-strapped dress, cinching a silver belt on her waist, and putting on a pair of low-cut black boots. Her makeup was light: a pinkish lipstick, pink and silver eyeshadows, and a pink blush. Her hair was let down, and she left her room with a triumphant smile on her lips. She was ready. Debbie whistled at the sight of her best friend and lamented that Nix did not dress up more. The two women laughed and teased each other for a while before Nix grabbed her bag, her keys, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. It was time to go. 

The evening was cut short after a couple of hours. Debbie drank far more than she could handle, and she was sick. Phoenix decided that it would be best to take her home. Despite her best friend vehemently protesting, Phoenix managed to drag her out of the club. Debbie's inebriated rant did not faze the young woman, who held her hand tighter and helped her walk towards the metro. Unfortunately, she felt sick, and the two found a wall Debbie could lean into to puke. Phoenix stood up next to her and noticed a trio walking towards them. She narrowed her blue eyes and quickly scanned the men closing the distance between them. They were dressed in expensive suits, leather shoes, typical businessman's haircut. One dark-skinned black man, the other two were white, but all three of them had that lustful gaze on. 

"Hey, beautiful, do you need some help with your friend?"

"No. We're good. You can keep walking, guys." -She tried to keep a neutral tone, but they took it as an invitation to get closer to her. 

"Aaaww, baby, come on. We noticed you from across the street. You two look like you want to have some more fun. Your friend is hot. I'm sure that her ponytail would look good wrapped around my fist. And you, baby, your lips are so plump that I'm sure you're a good cocksucker. Come on, let's have fun."

" Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me." Debbie's drunken voice pierced the darkness. One of the guys grabbed Debbie's wrist, and she slapped him hard. "I have a boyfriend. I don't care about you fuckers."

"You bitch!" He punched her face, and Debbie fell on the floor. 

Phoenix's eyes grew wide, and she reacted instinctively. Her palm hit the throat of one of the guys who was standing in front of her. He grabbed his throat and took a couple of steps back. The one next to him tried to punch Nix, but she dodged him and instead kicked his leg. It made him stumble, and she punched him hard in the face, making him fall on the ground. The third man was surprisingly fast, and he superman punched her, hard enough for Phoenix to take several steps back and be conscious enough to cross her arms in front of her face to protect her from a kick that came from the same guy. Debbie screamed and tried to walk towards Phoenix to help her, but she was too drunk to be steady in her steps and fell on the ground. Her nose was still bleeding from the punch she got, so Nix yelled. 

"Stay down, Deb. I got this." 

She shut her eyes tight and opened them again. The man grabbed her hair, but she hit his solar plexus with the flat of her hand, surprising him and cutting air from his lungs long enough for her to then continue with a kick in the stomach and another one in his face, effectively making him fall flat on his stomach. The guy whose trachea she had hit had managed to take his breath back. He ran towards Phoenix and tried to grab her hair. He missed and instead grabbed her arm, but she pulled away from him, once, twice, and finally used the momentum to throw a knee at his midsection.  He took the hit and crumbled on his knees. All three of these men were on the floor, reeling from the pain her punches and kicks gave them. 

She then punched the guy several times in the face, hard enough to make his nose bleed, hard enough to make his mouth bleed, and hard enough to make a couple of teeth fall out. She held his neck and squeezed. She wanted to choke him to death. Her eyes were red from unbridled rage. He started to suffocate and asked for forgiveness. His pleas snapped her out of it, and she released his neck. They were no longer a threat, and Phoenix could turn around and tend to her friend. She grabbed their bags that were on the floor, took out a tampon from Debbie's, and stuck it in her nose to deal with the bleeding. She then stood up and extended her hand to the brunette, who grabbed her hand back. The two women walked to the metro station.  

"You were amazing. I did not know you could fight."

"I got lucky. I did not know what I was doing. All I wanted was to protect you. I am sorry about your nose."

"Aaahhh, don't sweat it. I used to play sports when I was younger, so this is nothing. Thank you for having my back, babes. Thank you for being a sister to me." -She wrapped her arms around Nix's arm and leaned her head against her shoulder- "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't feel like going home alone."

"You did not have to ask. I'll take care of you. Now rest until we're home, okay?"

Debbie did not answer. She had fallen asleep against the young woman. Phoenix looked at her hands, at what she wanted to do to these men. At the rage she felt when she saw Debbie's blood. Her urges were not gone, quite the contrary. She wanted to kill again. Her hands shook, and her eyes were wide open. This time it was Debbie. What if she were acting like this in front of Marc? She refused to even imagine this situation. It filled her eyes with unshed tears and she looked at her hands, those hands that were now soaked with blood. Panic started to take root in her heart until she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and let her tears run down her cheeks and exhaled. Marc's gentle hug came to mind and she told herself that she did not kill these guys like she could have. She chose to let them live. She was no longer the weapon she was raised to be. She was Phoenix, a woman who protected the people she loved. 

-TBC-

NIXUS: Hotness Galore

Marc had finished his shift and was in the locker room getting ready to go home. He had taken a quick shower to remove the grime of the city, so he would come back clean and refreshed to Phoenix.  Her face flashed in his mind, and he found himself smiling to himself. Since he was alone in the locker room, Marc grabbed his phone and swiftly combed through the contact list to Phoenix's name. He typed a fast "My shift is done, gorgeous. I am coming home soon. Are you still waiting for me?" He waited for a couple of seconds before her reply came, "I am, and I did what you asked from me. I did not touch myself, and to be honest, I am upset you asked me that because I want to do it." Marc chuckled and wrote back. "Good girl. You were very patient today, so you will be rewarded.  I'll give you five minutes to put that toy inside, then I will use the more intense program on you since you've been good. I have the keys, so you would not need to move from wherever you are. Don't fight it. Whatever comes your way, don't ever fight it." He then slid his phone in his pocket and left the locker room. 

He still remembered when they watched TV and an ad about a long-distance controlled wireless sex toy ran on TV. He looked at Phoenix and saw that she was quite entranced by the ad. He asked her if it was something she would want to try, and she confessed that she had toyed around with the idea and wanted to experiment with it with him. She wanted to give him complete control of her pleasure on nights he would come home late or during the weekends he was around, and wanted to tease her differently. He went along with the idea, and a week later, they received the toy and the instructions. It required a little bit of trial and error, but they eventually found what worked best for them. Marc enjoyed coming home to a messy and flustered Phoenix. Watching her literally throw herself at him the minute he crossed her threshold turned him on. She was akin to a vixen, an insatiable Aphrodite who was craving his cock, his touch, and his warmth. 

He liked the way she was excited about it, to give up control to him, knowing he would never abuse it or try to harm her. She was delicate, in a way, and he handled her with care, something which Nix had never experienced before. He liked the way she was ravenous in her desire for him, perhaps hotter than when she was masturbating herself, because this time it was him doing it to her. He liked the way she was hot and wet and sweating from the pleasure the toy gave her. So as promised, once he reached the parking lot, he grabbed his phone again and noticed Phoenix replied, "Yes, Officer Flynn. I'm ready, and I'll wait for you. I'll be a good girl." She was ready, so he simply opened the long-distance controlled app. He looked at the programs and picked the most intense one. 

At her apartment, Phoenix was anticipating Marc's app activation. She was on her couch, wearing her red nightgown. Her heels were digging at the edge of the couch, and her fingers were slowly running up and down her nightgown-clad breasts. She had been waiting for Marc since her shift ended and was having a hard time not giving in to her urges. It had been a couple of days since Marc last touched her. He was working on a case that had him work long shifts and exhausted him to the point that the only thing she could do was run him a bath and keep him cozy and comfortable so he could sleep well. Her arousal was off the charts, but he had told her that she was not to touch herself until he was done with his case. So she obeyed. She did not touch herself, and frustration grew over time. When he reached out to her, her heart skipped several beats, and she bit her bottom lip. 

"Come on...Mon cœur...I'm waiting.... I'm fucking waiting..."  She whispered, eyes closed, while her hands roamed over her ample chest. She had one leg resting on the armrest of the couch while the other was spread to the other side of the couch. She had closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. 

Then it hit her like a brick wall. He had activated the toy, and she knew that he would not stop until he was home. Traffic at this hour was still dense, so she knew that she had at least one hour of constant vibrations inside her. The program started with intense waves that shook her to the core and made her buck her hips against the air.  Her soft moans tore up the silence that had settled in the living room, and she tried to keep her composure and nonchalantly slapped her hand onto the couch while the other squeezed her breast. "Marc.... Haaaan... it feels so good." She barely managed to moan; her legs were shaking, but she managed to keep them open, so if he ever walked into the room, he would see her splayed shamelessly for him. He would see how ready she was for him.  

The waves of pleasure kept hitting her, relentless like the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Ten minutes in, and she reached her first climax. Unable to keep her screams from escaping her lips, she screamed while her body gave in. Her first orgasm was always powerful. After so long spent without touching herself, she could not help herself and squirted on her couch. Her hair was wet from the sweat slowly forming on her scalp, and she ran both hands through her hair while she shifted on the couch and found herself on her back, legs closed and feet on the couch. She felt hot, too hot to keep her nightgown on, so she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. The program did not stop; it was now sending softer and slower vibrations, allowing the woman to take her breath back while still being stimulated.  She wanted Marc to be on top of her, to bend his head down so he could kiss her. 

She wanted his tongue to play with hers while his hips would keep pushing into her at a slow and lazy pace.  Phoenix imagined his hot seed filling her up, while his cock, now semi-erect from his own climax, was still thrusting into her. Marc was hot. His voice was hot. His laboured breathing as he was trying to catch his breath was sending shivers down her spine. Nix's skin by then was covered in goosebumps. She had a thin layer of sweat covering her soft skin, and her pussy was puffy, soaked, wanting more. She wanted Marc to keep fucking her, to keep showing her how much he loved her. Her hips swayed, and before she knew it, she was kneading her other breast, pulling on her nipple with her fingers while the other hand rubbed her pussy. 

Her grunts filled the room, and she slowly brought her hand to her erect clit. She rubbed it in circular motions, slow and lazy to match the speed of the toy, while her other hand was toying with her nipple. She loved the sensation of the toy and the fact that Marc was controlling her at a distance, keeping her at his mercy, was turning her on. Fuck! It felt good not to have to think too hard about what to do. She saw his face in flashes, the flushed cheeks when he was fucking her. She saw the smiles, the gentleness that came in the afterglow. He always knew how to care for her after he turned her into a messy puddle of nerves. He always knew how to reward her, how to comfort her, and how to bring her back to reality gently. How she loved him. Her eyes shot wide open as the thought crossed her mind. She loved him. Yes! She did! Yes, and the realization coupled with the vibrations picking up in intensity tore off a moan from the woman's lips. 

She wanted him home by then. She needed him home, and her mind was filled with the sensation of his hands running over her smooth legs and finding purchase in her hips. She imagined him helping her turn around so she could get on her knees and rest her hands on the couch's armrest. He would ask her to arch her back so he could take her deeper, and he would stretch her from behind. She liked it when he took her like this. He could have a good view of her fat ass jiggling from his thrust. She could glance at him past her shoulder if she bent a bit more forward and turned her head and shoulders around. He could make her suck his fingers while she held onto the armrest for dear life. He could grab her breasts and squeeze and play with them, and on top of it all, he could take her so deep. 

As she put herself in that position, Phoenix bounced her ass in the air. She pushed her ass back and forth as if she was the one fucking Marc. As he sometimes let her do when he stopped moving. He wanted to see her eager for him. He wanted to see her work his cock, and good god! She loved it. She could feel the delicious friction between her legs, coupled with the vibrations that were back to being hard. Nix's feet hit the couch as pleasure was starting to build up inside her. She tried to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, but she knew that she could not. His naughty words came to her mind as she remembered how he would tell her she was a good girl, that her pussy was wet for him and so hot, that she was tight, oh so fucking tight and yet she was taking him so well. She rolled her eyes deep into her eye sockets and slowly brought her left hand to her lips. She eagerly trapped the index and middle fingers between her lips and started to suck on them. Suck as if she was sucking Marc.  

It was so much that she was overstimulated everywhere. She could feel her juices seep out of her wet, tight cunt and drip on the couch. It was only a matter of time before she squirted again, so when she did, her screams were muffled by her fingers, and she could feel her legs and the couch being ruined by her juices. It made her breathe heavily, and she pushed herself back to sit on her heels.  She rocked her hips, slowly as the program changed back to a slower rhythm and low intensity again, allowing her to ride her orgasm out and take her breath back.  Her skin was wet, drenched in sweat and juices. Her hair was wet and clinging to her neck and face. Her nipples were hard and a little bit painful from her playing too hard with them. So she only stroked her belly, her thighs,  her neck and ran her fingers through her hair. The program started again, and she slid off the couch. 

Phoenix was on the floor and barely managed to stand up.  She was too hot, so hot that she needed to open the windows, but walking to them was so difficult. Her legs were threatening to give up on her with each step she made, but the teacher managed to open the windows, and the fresh air hit her skin, eliciting a moan from her while she barely held on to her feet. Meanwhile, Marc had finally arrived at the compound. He parked his car and jogged his way to the elevator. Mercifully, he turned off the app once he was inside the building so she would be able to take her breath back before he walked into her place. He was wondering how he would find her. What position, the state of her hair, the state of her skin, the eagerness in her face and the memories of the faces she used to make flashed before him. Eager to see her, tight in his pants already, he used the copy of her keys she gave him to open the door, walk into the apartment and close the door behind him. He dropped his backpack in the hallway and found Phoenix at the window. 

"You're home!" 

She dived into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist and noticed that she was shaking in his arms. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and a smirk crept on his lips. " You're home! You're home! You're here!" She kept kissing him, and he carried her to the couch. The night was young, and he was far from being done with her. 

-TBC-

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

A tear rolled down Lux's cheek. She did not realize she was crying until it fell on her hand. Her eyes grew wide, and she grabbed a pocket mirror to see if she was indeed crying.  One tear turned into a second one, and soon enough, Lux was sobbing in the train. She quickly grabbed a tissue and covered her face, long enough for her to stand up and rush to the train's toilet. She locked herself in and looked at her crying reflection in the mirror.  The redhead rarely cried from sadness. She had cried before, out of frustration about the way the vampire court treated her. 

She had cried before, at the murder of her lover, but these tears reminded her of an old conversation she had had a couple of centuries ago with her older brother Alceste.  She remembered the heavy scent of the centuries-old furniture of their boudoir.  She remembered sitting on a beautiful burgundy couch, a book in her hand, while Alceste was smoking, sitting across the room with the human newspapers in hand. It was a quiet evening, the moon was still young, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense guilt and sadness. It made her cry a couple of tears that fell on the pages of her book and elicited a curious gaze from her brother. 

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Uh... Memories of a distant past. I--- Haven't felt like this in a millennium." -She marveled and retrieved a pocket handkerchief from her dress to dab her tears away.-

"Memories of a distant past, uh? Do you remember how you turned into a vampire?"

"Only that I was given the choice. I do not remember why I forsook the gods I believed in, but I do remember how I felt. It was a pain like no other, a loss so deep and so brutal that it scarred my soul for eternity. I remember wishing I were dead, and then, I remember I wanted to live, but I did not want to feel that pain anymore.  Do you remember why you turned?"

"I hated mankind. I hated the life I was leading. The pain, the injustice... My life was meaningless as a human, and I found meaning in existence with you and our father. I remember how angry I was, and perhaps this anger still lingers to this day. Do you regret parts of the human experience?"

"Not everything." She kept wiping the bloody tears off her face and then felt her lips quiver. "When I was with Paolo, I felt regret for the first time. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to die of old age with him.  My nature makes it impossible for me to savor how precious life can be. He died, and any other fragile creature I have ever been with, all whithered and died. I remained untouched and all the same as the day I was turned. I regret this. Mortality."

"That's why I will never have a human lover unless I can turn them into a vampire. I don't know what you lost when you were still human, but I can tell that the pain of that loss still lingers. I truly hope, dear sister, that you would not fall in love with another human. We barely managed to save you from yourself. I don't think we would be able to stop you again." 

His voice was stern, but she could tell he was worried, given the way his knee was shaking uncontrollably. Lux laughed, a genuine laugh that alleviated her heart. Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks nd she kept wiping them off with the back of her hand until she stopped moving. She then looked at him, gave him a soft smile, and stood up. Her face looked a mess, so she had to clean herself up. 

"Don't worry. I don't intend to fall in love ever again."

The memory faded, and she was back in front of her reflection. Did she really promise Alceste she would never fall in love again? Lux was sincere when she said these words. She wanted to shield her heart from the pain of losing someone she loved, and for centuries, it worked. For centuries, Lux refrained from falling in love with a mortal soul. She would only enjoy their company, enjoy what they had to offer, which was their blood and sometimes sex. And she would try to convince herself that she was happy like this. She would try to convince herself that it was the right way to go. And it worked. It worked so well until... 

Jake. Jake crashed into her life like a wrecking ball. She believed that it was just going to be a one-night stand. It was just going to be some fun moments, a blink of an eye, and she would be on her merry way. She thought he was just some temporary fun, but reality hit her like a brick wall. What was meant to be a one-night stand turned into an unbearable loss that prompted her to find him again. She could not bear to be away from him for far too long. It amused her at first, and she branded him her special human. She had sparkles in her eyes, tingles going down her spine, and into her loins at the mere thought of him. Her heart was skipping several heartbeats, and her brain was filled with memories of Jake Winchester. Quickly enough, she grew attached to him, to the idea of being his Cara. To the idea of being his and only his. Quickly enough, she no longer saw him as a pleasant distraction and acknowledged that she wanted to share her heart with him. Quickly enough, she realized that she had fallen in love with him. 

That shook her to her core. How could she be in love after a century spent trying to avoid it? She tried to run away from Jake upon realizing her feelings and used the excuse of her current investigation and the matters of the vampire court to effectively leave. Yet, even miles away from Jake, the only thing she wanted was to go back to him. The only thing she needed was to be in his arms. Jake... So foolishly human. So full of contradictions and pain. So full of darkness and light.  He was a kindred spirit, a soul so tortured and yet still capable of love. A soul still capable of good, one she wanted to bring peace to. One she wanted to bring comfort to. One she wanted to heal.  Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks, and she sobbed like a child upon seeing her reflection. She dropped her head, hands holding onto the sink, and simply sobbed. She could not do it again. She could not fall in love with a mortal because if she did, then the same heartbreak would come again. 

Paolo's death led her to the doorsteps of suicide. She wanted to join him in death, could not see a point in living if the soul she loved so dearly was no longer here. Her brother and father fought her, literally and figuratively speaking. They fought so she would remain. They fought so she would not die and leave them alone. They fought so she could see that life was still worth living, even after millennia walking the Earth. She survived this, barely so. She survived this only to fall in love again with another mortal. The idea of losing Jake was unbearable to Lux. She could not fathom going on with her life without him here. Yet what could she do if not let Life do its thing? She refused to turn him into a vampire because it was his wish. He refused to be turned and clung to his humanity. Who was she to trample over his dignity? She would not turn him, but that meant losing him. 

Lux wailed and slowly fell on the toilet's floor.  She wrapped her arms around her frame and pulled her knees up to her face so she could cry into her knees. The only other solution to her pain would be to give up on her immortality and become human again.  This idea shook her to her core, almost made her nauseous to the point of throwing up. She loathed being human and what it entailed. The pain she felt before she turned was still clinging to her bones, still reminding her how being human felt. She remembered the hopelessness, the fear, the disgust, and the void in her heart from her loss. While she could no longer remember what happened to Human Lux, she could still feel it. How could she go back to being like this? How could she wish for a life of misery? 

For Jake, she could. The idea that she could become mortal and lose her powers just so she could be with him was appealing. The idea that she might live a meaningful life with someone who loved her and was willing to share his life with her until the bitter end was appealing. The idea that maybe being human was not the disaster her whole being believed it was when you were with the right person. It was a risk to take, one where perhaps Jake would no longer want her in his life, and she would have given up her immortality for nothing. One where he would grow tired of her, could drop out of the surface of the Earth one cold morning with nothing but her tears for company. There was a chance he broke her heart, and then what? 

Lux was too proud to go back to her Sire and ask him to bite her again. She would rather die than endure this humiliation.  She would rather die than live with that heartbreak for eternity. She would rather die than experience again what humanity gave her. So the idea of becoming human again left her mind as suddenly as it appeared. The truth was that for a brief moment, she went as far as wishing to be human again so she could live with Jake, and the reality of her feelings for him slapped her in the face. She was in love with this human. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to care for him. She wanted to share her life with him and even went as far as considering being human again for him, and that triggered an ancient pain, an old memory of loss and emptiness that made her cry. Was it her destiny? To lose all of the people she had ever loved?  Was it her destiny to live with this unshakable pain that would remind itself to her ever so often? There was pain in love, but oh, her heart craved it and was willing to go through the ordeal for Jake. 

Her special human...

The love of her life....

Jake Winchester.

-TBC-

COLBY: Welcome back

COLBY: Welcome back 

Mary put Charles to bed, and just as she closed the door of his bedroom, she heard some noise on the stairs. She carefully walked towards the stairs, worried about a potential intruder, but sighed in relief when she realized it was Tommy.  She stood at the end of the stairs and watched as he climbed them carefully, as if he were trying not to make too much noise and wake his son. When he was a couple of steps away from the end of the stairs, he finally lifted his head, and his intense blue gaze set upon Mary's face. He clenched his jaw and kept climbing the stairs until he was now standing in front of her.  Tom scanned Mary's face. He was looking for a hint of anger or disappointment for coming home this late at night without placing a phone call. He had been gone for months now, unaware of time slipping by. He was so focused on the matters at hand that it did not occur to him to phone Mary or write a letter. It did not occur to him that so much time had passed without giving a proof of life to the worried woman waiting for him at home. 

"I'm home, Mary." -He whispered. Her eyes averted from his face to his chest, and she noticed he had taken off his coat and his blazer. He remained in his shirt and pants with suspenders- "Say something."

She could not speak. Her throat was too tight, too full of sorrows she refused to express. Instead, Mary stared at him with wet eyes and an unreadable expression. Tommy closed the distance between them and cupped her cheek with his calloused hand. She leaned into it, still searching his face as if she wanted to make sure it was reality and not a dream.  He saw sadness written on her face, a sadness she was trying so hard to conceal. Tommy felt his heart break at the sight and was even more confused by her smile. It was faint, but real. She was happy to see him. Swiftly, Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. He slowly brought his arms around her back and gently stroked the delicate skin through her thin cotton pajamas. Tommy furrowed his brows as he felt her body start to shake. 

"Mary?" -He inquired. He wanted to know why she was shaking in his arms. His ears picked up a wet sound, a sniffle, was she... crying? His voice turned soft, and he called her name again- " Mary? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine... I'm fine.... It's just..... I wasn't expecting to see you." - She barely managed to say before sobs choked her voice- "I--It's been so long... Tom. Months... I wasn't sure you would come back. You never called. You never wrote... Charlie, your son.... asked me to tell him more about his dad." He flinched and squeezed her tighter. He buried his head against the crook of her neck. Mary looked up to the ceiling, eyes wet from the tears she was crying. "There had been a time when he did not know if his father liked him. I can only do so much, Tom, but I can't replace you in your son's heart. You have to talk to him. You have to soothe his heart."

He knew she was not saying everything. Mary rarely spoke about herself, and he refused to believe she was unaffected by his prolonged absence. He knew she was holding back on a lot of things about him and wished she could express herself. She still focused on him, still thought about his relationship with his son... and that wrecked his heart. He wanted her to yell at him, to punch his chest, and to cry loudly. He wanted her to be upset for leaving her alone. The notion of Time escaped him at times, and he did not realize how long he had been away from home. By the time his business was done, Tom realized that it had been months. By the time he was on the train home, he realized just how much he was missing his family. By the time she was in his arms, Tom did not want to let her go. 

"I'll talk to him. You should not have shouldered this all by yourself. I--" His jaw clenched, and Tommy swallowed a lump. "I got carried away and did not realize how long it has been since--" She cut him short.

"I'm used to solitude. I have been alone before. I was alone when I joined the family. I have been alone ever since we got together. It's not easy to be alone... But I am used to it." -Her tone wanted to be reassuring, but she ended up breaking down in tears. " But you're home now.... You're home." -She refused to talk about how she felt, yet her tears were a testament to her mind. He gently moved his hands up to her shoulders and slowly pulled her off him so he could look at her face. 

The sight broke his heart. He hated to see Mary cry. He hated to see her soft and warm face wet with tears. He took the time to study her face and noticed that she was exhausted. There were bags under her eyes, her hair was thinner, and he noticed she looked plainer than usual. Was she sick? He then lowered his face and noticed she was thinner than before, paler, more exhausted. He cupped her cheek and stroked the tears off her skin.  He did not see anger on her face, not even a hint of disappointment, and that hurt him more than he cared to admit. Did she give up on them? Did she just accept his shortcomings and not want to confront him anymore? She was not cold to him; he could tell she was genuinely happy to see him, but the melancholic stare she gave him wrecked his heart. 

"Mary, please...Tell me that you are upset with me. Tell me that you are disappointed I came back too late, that I should have written to you or called you. That I should show that I care. Yell at me! Yell at me! Please!" 

She shook her head and slowly pulled away from him so they could walk into their bedroom. He was right, she seemed like a ghost, as if she had been waiting for him for far too long. He followed her into the bedroom, closed the door behind them carefully so it would not wake up their son, and almost flew across the room until he finally wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"Mary...please."

"What use would that be for me to yell at you, Tom? I will cry and yell and stomp my feet, and you will tell me to calm down, you will make promises you won't keep, and we will be back to square one. I don't have the energy to crumble before you. I don't have the energy to pick myself back up." 

She sobbed and covered her face with both hands. She was right, and Tommy knew it. He knew that he had nothing to say that could help soothe her heart. He knew that she did not want to listen to him, but she sought his touch. Her hands wrapped around his, and she lowered her head. Tom went on his knees and slowly turned her around so she could face him. Mary was still crying, but she slowly wrapped her arms around Tommy's shoulders and pulled him into a soft hug.  Tommy felt his heart panic, and while he did not want to let his body betray him, he could not stop his eyes from getting wet. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him harder against her frame. Perhaps that was the worst for Tommy Shelby. His woman was hurt and was still trying to comfort him. He had to make up to her, to make her feel loved again. To make her feel safe again. 

"I only have one request, Tom. Hold me tonight. Hold me tight...Don't ever let me go."

"I won't. I won't..... God, I won't."

-TBC-

NIXUS: trivia and headcanons

Dog or Cat?

Nix " Cat"

Marc: Dog (has nothing against cats, though)

Fish or Meat? (cow, chicken, pork)

Nix: Meat (pork meat is a weakness)

Marc: Meat

Good at giving massages?

Nix: "Yes!  She even has a special oil that gets hotter the more she uses it. Her back massages are killers!"

Marc: doesn't really know. Hasn't given all that many. Nix will have to tell him. And if not, he'll keep practicing until he is.

ticklish?

Nix: "Unfortunately, yes."

Marc: Not especially.

Sensitive?

Nix: "Physically? Oh yes. pain receptors and pleasure receptors make everything great or worse."

Marc: Not overly. He has a high pain tolerance. He grew up with it, it has been part of his job, and to an extent, he is used to it. He is more sensitive to pleasure, or even just a pleasant touch. It's far less familiar, and he's much more aware of a gentle touch than a harsh one. If that makes sense.

Had ice cubes tease your skin?

Nix: No. But she wants to try. She would get goosebumps. Would feel every pass of the cube on her skin.

Marc: No, but is open to trying it with Phoenix.

A sensitive place where you have been kissed that turns you on? (Elbows, armpits, improbable places where a kiss makes your legs weak)

Nix: the inner side of her wrist. She discovered that a kiss there was turning her on.

Marc: His back, or the back of his shoulders. It's nice.

A place she loves to be kissed tenderly. (Forehead, shoulder…) 

Nix: forehead kisses.

Marc: cheek, or neck.

Ever had blindfolded sex?

Nix: once. But it was disappointing. However, imagine being blindfolded and having some ice cubes run over your skin? Now she wants to try it.

Marc: No. He's never trusted someone enough to let them blindfold him. Again, with Nix, he would be willing to try it given some time.

3 words they associate with the other.

Nix: « comfort - trust - safe »

Marc: spontaneous, cute, safe

3 physical things you like about the other.

Nix:

His laugh. It is warm and rich. It makes my heart beat faster and harder in my chest. I can recognize his laugh in a crowded room. 

The way he works his jaw when he’s in deep thinking. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s very focused and careful about what he wants to say. 

The sound of his voice. Especially when he speaks in my ear or whispers against the crook of my neck. When he is turned on and wants me to take over. And when he says, «Oh my god. »

Marc: 

Her most genuine smile, when her face scrunches right up, and she's happy and as cute as a button. 

The way she always smells like jasmine. 

Her curves, especially that ass, that she shows off every chance that she gets.

Would you kill for the other? (Life or death situation)

Nix: Yes. Without hesitation. She wouldn’t like to take a life, but fuck it, if it’s a choice between Marc or the asshole trying to kill him, she would not hesitate.

Marc: Yes. No question. He also would not like to take a life. But to protect Nix, he wouldn't hesitate to do what is necessary .

Are you a good dancer?

Nix: Yes. Trained classically. But her favorite dances are the slow ones.

Marc: ish. He is not a classically trained dancer. But he also isn't the kind of person with two left feet or anything. He's coordinated enough to get through a dance. But we can't say he's had much occasion to dance.

Rp splove 🩸WINDORA

 "What do you like about your partner's characters or the way they portray them?"

Jake: I like the way Nate writes Jake. He is perhaps the one who is the most hedonist of the boys. The one who has lost so much that he doesn’t seem to care much about what happens around him. At least that’s what he wants people to believe. Jake is an open wound. He’s been through a lot from a very young age. He lost his mom, his dad was kind of a deadbeat (and had been to all of his kids). His brothers want nothing to do with him. Or at the very least they can be cordial to each other. Jake is kind of a drifter. He goes from place to place and doesn’t really “live”. But can we blame him when he’s one of the very few to be aware of the supernatural world? When he tries to avoid it but he’s always pulled back into it? When there is rarely hope to keep when you know the true nature of the world?  So he drifts. He doesn’t form bonds. He’s alone in the world, with his wounds that can set him of led at any given moment.  Nate writes Jake with a honesty and a vulnerability that I appreciate a lot.  Yet there is strength in Jake. There is a path towards a better life ahead of him. There is still a possibility for him to take root somewhere and heal. 

Of course, Jake meeting Lux was an explosive combo. People who should have been enemies gravitated around each other. Both are unlike most of their kind. Jake, being a legendary hunter and a Winchester certainly doesn’t hold the same closed-off view of monsters. He decided to trust Lux and take her as she was. Lux, being unlike any vampire he has met before, is not interested in killing humans, or dominating them. She is not interested in turning Jake into a pet or a bloodbag, (despite his blood being delicious). She fell for the man. For the darkness within him that he had not shared yet. For the light inside him that she can see unlike many. For the intense desire to save those in danger.  Jake saw her, perhaps one of the very few to ever do so. He saw her bare soul, the cracks and the pain. He saw her at her most vulnerable and will see her at her weakest. And he never once judged her to be unfit. He never once told her she didn’t deserve to be loved or that she should simply kill herself. Jake treats her like a true companion and she wants to protect him. She fell for him and would do anything in her power to keep him safe and alive. 

Jake has a lot of depth and underneath those hedonistic layers, there is someone who makes me feel intensely. There is drama, there is tragedy, there is pain and yet there is also a lot of love, warmth, gentleness and hope. There is still humanity in Jake and that compliments well our special undead girl.  There is still something worth fighting for and Jake is worth fighting for. I love his sense of humour, his fun nature and the way he can quickly focuses on action when it comes to saving people. He is intense and makes me curious for what’s to come. I wonder why we waited so long to write with Jake but I am glad we ended up writing with him. That’s all that matters. 

Rp splove 🎓NIXUS edition

"What do you like about your partner's characters or the way they portray them?"

Marc Flynn

I like the way Nate writes Marc. Somehow I feel that it comes naturally to him. Marc is grounded in reality. He’s a reliable and dependable man we can count on. He has an edge, like all of Nate’s character and was shaped by the rough and awful childhood he had. Marc is a wounded man, who built himself the best way he could. He patched himself up, healed some part of himself and still has a lot to work on. That never took away from the goodness of his heart. Marc has seen the worst of mankind, the cruelest deeds people had done, the lies and schemes and yet he still is capable of doing good. He’s a force of good. I like the way Nate dives deep into Marc’s psyche. How he allows me (and us) to see Marc for who he really is. He writes him as flawed, as human, as complex but not complicated to understand. He writes him as multi-layered and I love that the most. Marc is extremely attractive as himself. A human character I didn’t expect Nate to write since he told me that the next one was going to be a supernatural creature 😂 but here comes that human being, and he swept me off my feet.  I am invested in his story and I want to see what comes next.

 as curious as it is, while Marc is a great cop, and I respect his skills, it’s his interpersonal relations that get my attention. I love to see how he interacts with the people around him. He’s a loyal and dependable friend. Always ready to lend a hand. Always happy to spend time with Bianchi and her family. Always polite with the new people he meets. He’s not closed off and not an asshole, hence why he’ll get quick friends with Chief Walker and Debbie. That’s why he so easily small-talked with Phoenix in the elevator. That’s why the kids of the building love playing basketballs with him and the old neighbour keeps babbling about him. He’s kind. That same kindness that turned Phoenix on, is the same one that impressed me. He is a good man, not an idealized version of a good man, not perfection made flesh but a good man.  He is trying his best to be a better version of him. He doesn’t hesitate to confide in his partner Bianchi, to try and do better by his people, by Phoenix. He doesn’t hesitate to show his vulnerabilities and to express his objections. He tries to be fair and to make sure that the other party understands why he did what he did. Marc is what we call a “fair and square” type of guy. One who colors inside the box but would not hesitate to bend the rules or go off the books if he has no other choice to ensure the greater good.  

He has a darker side. Something that has to do with his trauma, his repressed anger, his repressed fears (cause yes, he represses a lot of negative emotions). He has depths we will explore and depths that don’t take away from his goodness. He is a man who suffered and one I believe, deserves to have a happy life. He deserves to have something that is his. A happiness no one can take from him. He deserves to be loved for who he is. Cared for instead of being the one who cares. To have a shoulder to lean against when in need, to know warmth and love when he lacked it most of his life. He deserves to be Marc. Not just officer Flynn. Not just a soul bound by duty. Marc has a lot to offer and he has a lot to get too. 

For Nix, Marc is a safe haven. He is a second chance at life. She was convinced that after the horrors she witnessed and experienced, that there was no one able to love her. She is fractured by life, beaten black and blue by violence and powerlessness. She was on the verge of killing herself when she decided to try and wash as much red as she could off her ledger. Marc came and showed her that she still had something to give. She still cared. Still had feelings. Still craved love and still wanted to give her heart to someone. There is so much life inside Phoenix but for so long she ignored it that her encounter with Marc forced her to notice it. There was life. There is life. And there is a future for someone like her. 

Marc, with his soft heart, his honesty, his kindness and good nature taught her to have trust again. He taught her to love again. He taught her to care for herself. He heals parts of her she didn’t know still existed and little by little, underneath all those layers she put on, he uncovered the real Phoenix. He set her free. For Nix, Marc is her safe place. The one with whom she can be free to simply be. He is the one who loves her as she is and never wants her to become his perfect doll. With Marc, she explores her humanity, and I love that the most about them. They are human. They simply are human.