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the eighth wonder [dom!michael langdon x reader smut]

inspired by the coven/apocalypse crossover. story owned by me, enjoy!

word count - 2.5k

[summary: michael spends the week at miss robichaux's academy to prepare for the test of the seven wonders, only to find an eighth wonder of his own.]

[warnings: dirty talk, minor degrading from michael, dominant male, overall sexual content but nothing too bad.]

cordelia handed me a large, clearly ancient book, with a leather cover and brown fragile pages, that read TEST OF THE SEVEN WONDERS in large, bold font. i gulp to myself, my body freezing as i am basically forced to accept the old book into my pale, shaking hands. i feel my nerves consume me, yet i nod, giving her a small smile and begin walking towards the staircase to make my way towards my bedroom.

"don't feel too intimidated, [y/n]." cordelia yells to me, smiling reassuringly as i turn my head back to her. "you're a very talented, exceptional young woman. this rookie warlock has nothing on your powers, my dear."

i sigh, glancing down at the book for a brief moment before facing my teacher again. "yes ma'am, thank you. i will try my hardest to protect our sisters, and this coven.. when exactly is mr. langdon supposed to arrive?"

cordelia shrugged lightly, rubbing her forehead in thought. "if i remember correctly, he should be here tomorrow night, just in time for dinner. remember to be respectful and collected. these men get a little cocky most, if not all the time, but we are better than them. if he mocks you, or the other warlocks do the same, simply keep your composure. they don't know how strong you are, and their hats will be blown off once they realize just who their newest warlock is up against."

"yes ma'am. i'll do my best to ignore any remarks." i nod quickly, then turn my head back around and begin to pick up my pace, making my way to my room in order to avoid anymore confrontation about the current situation and the talented warlock i'm now up against in a battle for my coven and my entire life.

i hold so much respect for miss cordelia, but i simply couldn't handle the continued discussion of who i'm up against. michael langdon was no ordinary warlock, and compared to him, i was just a young witch with little to no experience in the craft.

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the following day felt like weeks, but time quickly began to pick up its pace when a knock was heard at the front door. i followed behind zoe with my hands behind my back, sweat collecting at my palms as i nervously await the young man that could potentially destroy my future and my sisters' as well.

cordelia opens the door to michael langdon and two older warlocks, who quietly take a step inside and scan the room of women. i watch michael's blue eyes trail from witch to witch until he lands on me, taking a step aside and past cordelia, through the witches, until he is now standing in front of me, his head hung high as he holds his hand out to greet me. i wasn't sure how he was able to spot me so quickly. had the warlocks told him what i looked like? was i standing noticeably uncomfortable?

"michael langdon. i suppose you're [y/n] [y/l/n]. the pleasure is all mine." he took my hand as i handed it to him, placing his soft, pink lips against my warm skin, where i only felt my heart rapidly beat at his touch.

i nod with a soft smile, pulling my hand away and once again putting it behind my back, looking to cordelia as she lifted her hand to speak.

she's fairly attractive for a witch. quite a shame i'll be taking her down by the end of this week.

my brows furry in confusion as i look to michael, who was focused on cordelia. i had no clue what she was talking about, considering i was tuning out every word coming out of her mouth. i focused on michael's thoughts, which he had no clue i was reading, judging by the attentive look on his face.

maybe i'll mess around with her before this is all over. wouldn't be that big of a deal to fuck the enemy as long as i kill them after.

my eyes widen in fear, along with shock, as i snap out of my thoughts, then turn back to cordelia. i chew my lip, then watch her gesture towards the dining room table. the entire coven makes it's way into the enormous room, where michael and i sit at the head of the table, and everyone else sits down in line on each side of us, with cordelia and the two warlocks on the opposite side of the table.

as everyone begins to chat over dinner, i twiddle my thumbs, staring blankly at my meal while i think. what the hell was michael's motive here? does he want to kill all of us? if he's powerful enough to do so right now, then why the hell hasn't he blown our heads off?

no one's watching. do you want my hand between your thighs, [y/n]? or do you want to wait until everyone's asleep?

"w-what?" i freeze, glancing up to michael with burning red cheeks. i shake my head in disbelief, then grab the glass of water before me and gulp down a rather large sip. "i'm sorry, michael... um, i must be imag-"

he grins mischievously, shaking his head with a devilish smile from ear to ear. he leans closer, whispering in my ear just loud enough for me to hear his seductive tone of voice. "you aren't imagining things, dear. you must be a fool if you think i can't read your thoughts either. you've been wanting me between those pretty legs the minute i stepped in this coven, hm?" i feel his fingers trail up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my warmth. "spread them for me, pretty, won't you? i'm asking nicely."

"you know i can't do that." i nip back, glancing over to michael. "if you know i can read your thoughts, then why the hell would you want me to know your plan is to kill me when this is all over?"

he rests his hand on my inner thigh after practically forcing my legs apart, his pinkie finger rubbing against the black fabric of my dress. "maybe, after meeting you, i think you deserve a chance at salvation. you're different from these other witches, [y/n]. you may be weak at times, but you do have drive. you don't want to die, so you'll do whatever it takes to get to the top. am i correct?"

"yes.." i nod, looking down as his middle finger pokes at my wet panties. i shake my head, then grab his hand and pull it away, placing it back on his leg. "but you were right about wanting to wait until later tonight. i'd prefer a place where my sisters aren't two feet away from me.."

michael chuckles, then grabs his fork and begins to eat. "fair enough, miss [y/l/n]. i'll be at your bedroom door for 10."

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how does it feel to be such a dirty slut for your competitor? does it taunt you to know your pussy aches for your next supreme?

i want you to lay bare in your bed and wait for me, darling. i won't be much longer.

i nearly shiver at michael's words as they run through my head. while it may be beneficial to hear other's thoughts, sometimes it can really take me by surprise. i kept my composure, since i was so eager for michael to pay me a visit in the next few minutes. i stripped off my clothing and then laid in the middle of my bed, pulling the cover over myself in case one of my sisters for whatever reason decided to knock.

i feel a presence near, when i look up to see michael hovering above my bed. i jump in surprise and a good bit of fear, then blink to see him standing aside my bed at the speed of light.

"y-you scared me!" i shout in frustration, pulling the sheets over my shoulders to warm up my body full of goosebumps. "that isn't funny."

michael sighs, taking the sheets and yanking them off of me, before climbing into the bed. he was in his pajamas, which consisted of a pair of black boxers and a white tee. i noticed the bulge in his underwear, which only grew bigger when he watched my breasts begin to harden at the cold air and his presence in general.

michael leaned down to lightly peck my forehead, before trailing his kisses down my neck and soon to my right breast. he attaches his lips to the bud, swirling his tongue in circles and using his hand to play with the other nipple, which he lightly twists and pulls at. i let out a soft moan, lifting my legs and spreading them, practically begging the blonde before me to fuck my guts out.

michael pulls away after a minute, reaching behind me and to my nightstand, grabbing a black hair tie and beginning to pull his locks into a bun. "someone's eager, hm?"

"i-i'm sorry... i thought you were reaching over to get protection or something.." i play it off, looking up at him as i begin to close my legs in embarrassment. he quickly grabs my leg, pulling it open again and motioning his body into front of mine.

he pulls his boxers down and looks over to me. "protection?" he scoffs, lining himself up between my legs. "you're about to be fucked by the most powerful warlock since the beginning of the time. you don't really think this deserved to be blocked by a flimsy piece of rubber, do you?"

i shake my head, my eyes glued to his rather large cock as i think. "well, no... but.. i'm not on the pill, so i don't know if that's the best id-"

"trust me, love. it's better if you keep quiet and take what i'm giving you." michael snaps back, reaching over to place his right hand around my neck, his digits gripping the heated skin.

i hiss at his harsh touch, leaning my body up to watch him align himself. as he pushes his thick, long cock inside of me, i gasp. it had been awhile since i'd last had sex, especially with someone so much bigger than usual. i gulp, glancing up to the man as he begins to thrust, slowly and sensually.

"what makes you think you're so much more superior than me, michael?" i ask, resting my head against the dashboard of my bed frame, holding both legs open as he moves in and out.

michael scoffs, leaning closer to face me, our eyes locked as tension fills the room. his movements stop once he is balls deep inside of me. he leans his head sideways, almost in a taunting manner, as he formulates his answer to my unexpected question.

"hmm.." michael pretends to wonder, then nods to himself as his answers secures itself. "maybe it's the fact that i don't melt at the touch of my competitor. maybe it's because i'm not such a dirty little whore that will take any cock presented to her. how would cordelia react to this, [y/n]? you've practically betrayed your livelihood by fornicating with the enemy."

i roll my [y/e/c] colored eyes, sitting up and using all my strength to push myself on top of him, releasing his hand from my neck and to his side, which he then drags to my hips. he holds himself against me as i begin to move, my breasts hovering above him. i watch him attach his lips to my nipple, keeping a tight grip on my waist as i begin to bounce on his throbbing and straining cock. i knew he was begging for release, but with the way he was talking to me, did he even deserve such a gift?

"cordelia has no play in my personal choices, michael." i answer back, looking up to the ceiling as i curl my toes, shutting my eyes while i thrust, taking the man's cock with each harsh movement. "what provoked you to want to fuck me anyway? how am i the whore, when you're the one who's been thinking dirty thoughts about me the minute you stepped into our academy, too?"

michael released his lips from my breast, moving one hand to my cheek. he cups it, pulling my face down to look at him, my hair falling into my face while he deviously smirks.

"i told you, my dear. you're the enemy, and i always say to keep your enemies close. the more i think about it, i don't think death even deserves you. the only thing on this wasteland of an earth that deserves you is myself." he praises himself, grabbing the back of my head and tugging on my hair, which only pulled me down and onto his hungry lips.

i allow him to once again take control by flipping me on my back once again, laying down in missionary as he begins to pound his cock in and out of me. as i moan into his mouth, i feel my core begin to heat up as he slides inside of me perfectly, his touch causing my insides to boil in sexual frustration and need for release, which is soon granted to me as he pulls out, his warm seed mixing with my cum as it quickly squirts out of my pussy.

i gasp, looking up at michael as he catches his own breath. i watch him sit up and get off my bed, grabbing his boxers and slipping them back on, along with his shirt. he holds his hand out for me to get up, then affectionately pecks my lips.

"i'll see you tomorrow morning, [y/n]. maybe, now that we've both reached our release, we can focus on what's truly important." he grins, "who's going to be the next supreme."

i nod, tilting my head confidently and let go of his hand, walking back to my nightstand to grab my clothes. "i suppose so... i'll see you then, michael. good luck."

"same to you, dear." he then walks to my bedroom door and closes it immediately after leaving.

i sit back on my bed and attempt to process what just happened. while it was a positive that michael and i were able to get past our built-up sexual frustration towards each other, i couldn't seem to get him out of my head. i couldn't let this affect me and my sisters, and the entire world as we know it. i had to pass the test of the seven wonders, and ignore the eighth wonder of my own, no matter how attractive and charming the young warlock was.

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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 3 years ago

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Collar (Michael Langdon x woc! Reader)

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part six | firewood

“You were right to worry. Nadia doesn’t remember leaving Ariel, nor does she remember her death.”

“Her murder,” I snapped, glaring at the wall.

“Of course, Eve, no need to argue with me,” Myrtle said.

I blinked, looking over to Myrtle, John Henry, and Cordelia. “Right, right, sorry. I didn’t mean to sound angry towards you.”

Cordelia placed a comforting hand on my arm. “Although we do understand. You have a right to be upset right now.”

I nodded, looking down to the floor. John Henry spoke up again for what felt like ages.

“This doesn’t mean it’s over, Eve,” John Henry insisted, “If I had known then what…what that son of a bitch did to Nadia…”

“You didn’t know.”

“We all saw strange things the night your mother passed the Seven Wonders. Behold, Baldwin; they would join us too if they knew that he killed her.”

“I don’t trust Baldwin,” I said plainly.

“He’s loyal to the warlocks, but he adored Nadia. We all did. He would do what’s right.”

“Just talk to Behold. Not Baldwin.”

“But—“

“You know who else adored Nadia? My father. He thought she was beautiful and smart. He adored her so much he married her and had a child with her. Look how much that meant in the end. Behold’s a good person. I trust him. Don’t tell Baldwin.”

We sat quietly for a moment.

“…Okay. If that’s what you want.”

“Thanks. Next thing, though—Dad’s going to summon us. And we’re going to go ready.”

“I thought you wanted us to refuse him,” Cordelia said, “That’s what Zoe told me.”

I rose from my seat, starting to pace around the room slowly.

“If we don’t stop this now, if we don’t go to him, he will come to us. If he’s not getting his way, he’s dangerous, like a murderous toddler. Our sisters can’t be in harm’s way. I’m keeping as many people safe as I can, no matter what.”

I turned to face John Henry. “Which is why you are staying in New Orleans.”

He rose to his feet instantly. “What? Eve—no way!”

“Yes way, John Henry. You’re staying as far away from my father and the Antichrist as possible. Consider Miss Robicheaux’s academy political asylum. One of them will kill you if they get their hands on you.”

He looked at me with continued outrage. I crossed my arms with an annoyed sigh.

“What, you have an argument against not getting murdered?”

He stared for a moment, then relented and took his seat again.

“Good. Now, tomorrow we’ll meet and I’ll tell everyone the plan. Right now, we’ve had a rough enough day and need rest. Me and the girls will strengthen the ward before we go to bed, so rest easy.”

Everyone nodded, awkwardly shuffling out. Cordelia stayed behind. I gave her a questioning look; she smiled back.

“You know, you’re not the Supreme yet, Eve.”

My eyes widened slightly, and I chuckled, looking to my feet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

“I’m just teasing. It’s reassuring to see my successor so confident and decisive. I must admit, I never found that level of self-trust during my time as Supreme. I was always afraid I would turn into my mother. Selfish and power-hungry.”

I shook my head. “Nothing in this world—not a bone in your body would make you be anything close to Fiona. The fact you even worry about that is proof enough for me.”

She laughed. “If only you could’ve been this way when you first arrived on our doorstep. The coven could’ve been granted a more confident Supreme.”

I moved over to her, placing a hand on her arm. “Cordelia, you are exactly what the coven needed. We needed a Supreme guided by love and devotion above anything else and you gave us that. Forget about your flaws. You were perfect. You gave us the change that Fiona showed us we needed.”

Her eyes filled with tears as I spoke. She took my hand, gripping it firmly.

“If you weren’t the person you were when I got here? I would’ve been a nut job.”

I laughed softly, tearing up myself. She sniffed, shaking her head.

“Don’t say that.”

“No, no! It’s true. You were the first person I could trust and depend on to stay. Mom left me with Dad, and Dad is well…you know. I thought I’d only have myself for the rest of my life. That makes someone crazy. But you all are my family. And I got that family because of you, so thank you.”

We held each other’s gazes soulfully. I squeezed her hand tighter, feeling a hint of urgency within me I couldn’t understand. Something in me begged me not to let her go, to stay like this forever, to hang on for this moment as long as I could. I looked at Cordelia’s face, then smiled, standing up.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed, okay? You need rest the most out if any of us right now.”

We went up the stairs and Cordelia suddenly faltered, grabbing onto the balcony with visible distress. My hold on her hand tightened and I swallowed, my throat tightening in the familiar way that signals tears, like a shift in the air on the open sea.

“Are—are you okay?”

“Of course, dear, just tired. Such a busy week, you know?”

I nodded, lowering my head. “Yeah.”

We walked through the corridors of the bedrooms, and Cordelia stopped us outside of my door, letting go of my hand. I met her eyes in confusion and alarm. Her face had changed. The look in her eyes had shifted. She touched my face, smiling fondly. Something about it was so intimate that it disturbed me. So human it was almost a curse to see.

“I’ll be okay from here. Don’t worry too much about me, Eve. Get some sleep, I’m sure the girls can do the protection spell without you.”

She walked on ahead, then paused, turning towards me again.

“You need to make sure you don’t suffocate yourself, Eve. You’re a rising Supreme, and that isn’t easy, and it won’t alleviate the mountains of pressure you put yourself under. Make your life full—keep friends and make your own family. Fall in love if you can. Find something you can do that makes you happy. Because when you look back, you’re going to wish you pursued happiness above all else.”

“I thought a Supreme is supposed to devote herself to her coven.”

She laughed softly. “A coven can’t nuture a Supreme. A coven can’t care for a Supreme. If you make your existence this world you won’t have a life. And…you’re too young to miss the opportunity to have one before it’s too late. Your coven depends on you. You lead and protect your girls, but when it comes down to it, this responsibility won’t bring you happiness. Find something that makes you happy, Eve. Anyone who loves you will want you to find that somewhere.”

Stunned to silence, I watched her go quietly until I heard her door open and close. After warding the academy, I went to bed and laid awake for what felt like hours.

Find something that makes me happy? I did, hadn’t I? My coven. They were my family, my place. I…it was what brought me happiness, right?

I frowned, turning over. It wasn’t like I felt happy at all, but I never really expected to. The thought bothered me, but I tried to ignore it and sleep. Eventually, my eyes grew heavy enough to succumb to rest, and my thoughts stopped.

I was awoken a few hours before sunrise by Queenie, who shook my gently. “Eve! Eve, please wake up!”

I stirred, groaning. “Queenie? What’s up?”

I rubbed my eyes, turning on my lamp and looking at Queenie. She was breathing strangely, was she laughing?

“Is every…thing…”

A pit formed in my stomach at the sight of tears on her face. I grabbed her arms in concern, sitting up fully.

“Queenie. Queenie, what happened? Did someone hurt you? Is there someone attacking the academy?”

“No! No…”

“Tell me,” I insisted, searching for her eyes.

She looked at me, eyes puffy and filled with grief.

“It’s Cordelia! She…oh god!”

I nearly stopped breathing. “Cor—Cordelia? What about Cordelia? What about Cordelia?! Queenie, please—!”

She crumbled in my arms, sobbing. I swallowed, holding her. I looked over to my doorway, seeing John Henry’s grim face. Fear was beginning to set in; what I was thinking couldn’t be true. It wasn’t allowed to be true.

“We heard a crash,” he explained to me, voice trembling slightly, “And she hasn’t woken up.”

My face contorted as tears began to prick at my eyes. I could barely manage words. “What do you mean she’s not waking up?”

He lowered his head, faltering against the doorframe. I stared at him desperately, tears beginning to stream down my face.

“What do you mean she’s not waking up?!”

***

“Now, Michael, I’ll be completely honest…I don’t know what she’s planning. But, I do know that when she comes we will be ready for her. My daughter has become clouded by those stuck-up bitches in New Orleans, but she knows what’s right and we can get her to see reason—“

“Mr. Augustus, can you explain something to me?”

Ariel paused, looking at Michael, thrown off by the interruption of his rant. “Of course. What would you like to know.”

Michael leaned forward slightly. “I’ve been very curious about it…if you despise those witches so much, how did you allow your daughter to live with them?”

Ariel bristled at the inquiry, avoiding Michael’s piercing gaze.

“It’s…”

“Hm?”

“She ran away after…Nadia—my wife, passed. I don’t know for the life of me why even to this day. Perhaps she felt more comfortable around women, or went to see her grandmother, but there’s no way her grandmother would let her live in that place.”

Michael’s eyebrows rose, his interest piqued. “If you don’t mind me asked another question, why not? Why would her grandmother stop her?”

Ariel eyed Michael suspiciously, taking his seat. “Why are you so interested in learning more about my daughter?”

A flare of indignation sprouted in Michael’s chest, but he maintained a calm appearance. He sighed.

“That’s my business. Just like it’s your business how your wife mysteriously died in your care, and your daughter asserts you plan to ‘get her out of your way’.”

Ariel’s face darkened. “Have you been talking to her? Why have you been talking to her?”

Michael only smiled. “That’s also my business. Now, neither of us want to share anything too dark, so why don’t you answer my simple question?”

Ariel sat back, studying Michael’s face, looking into his eyes. “Evelyn’s grandmother is a voodoo practitioner. She was alive for the war between them. She would’ve been livid if she knew her granddaughter was making the same mistake as her child.”

“Mistake? Mm…”

“What?”

Michael stood, eyes wandering in thought. “It just makes me wonder…is this mistake the reason you told Eve that she wouldn’t want to end up like her mother?”

A tension clamped down in Ariel’s stomach, and his fist clenched. “What? What are you talking about, I never told—I never said anything of the sort like that to her!”

Michael paused, looking down at Ariel. “Not here, no. In a different time, at a different place.”

He calmly walked over to Ariel behind his desk, making Ariel retreat away from him slightly. Michael, clearly pleased, smiled at this, and stepped towards him again.

“I may not know exactly what happened yet, but I do know you plan to harm her in some way. Am I wrong?”

Ariel only stared, too shaken to protest.

“Yes, that’s what I thought. I just want you to know this.”

Ariel’s chair flew forward until Michael stopped it with his hand, leaning down towards Ariel’s face, his eyes burning into his.

“If you touch her…if you hurt her while she’s here, I will make sure it’s something you regret for the rest of your life.”

The chancellor found he couldn’t catch a steady breath, nor hold the young man’s cold stare. “What…do you want with my daughter?”

Michael straightened up. “I told you, that’s my business.”

The doors behind him opened smoothly, and he offered Ariel another polite smile, despite the hollowness it carried through his eyes.

“Although, I can offer you some peace of mind by telling you this: I have no plans or desires to harm her.”

Ariel watched with disbelief as a hint of something glittered in Michael’s eyes. “I actually quite like Eve. I like her very much.”

“You…are interested in my daughter,” Ariel stated with uncertainty.

“And I won’t allow any harm to come to her. So I recommend you act wisely.”

After wishing Ariel a pleasant evening, Michael left and returned to his room.

With a heavy sigh, he collapsed in front of his desk, taking off his jacket and placing it over a stack of textbooks. He stared at his open textbook in complete stillness, then covered his face with his hand, shutting his eyes.

There was nothing he could find that explained the dreams he’d been having of Eve for the past couple of weeks. It was the only thing he cared about in this cesspool of witches and warlocks he’d submerged himself in besides burning it to the ground. He’d been playing with the thought he’d presented when she admitted she’d dreamt of him as well—was it something to do with their destiny, or was it because he wanted her?

He inhaled sharply, moving his face from behind his palm. The sensation of her lips pressing against his returned to his mouth as his fingertips ghosted over it. After he’d finally touched her skin, after tasting how sweet her mouth was, he couldn’t tell for himself. The lines around her had blurred.

He felt the pull when their eyes first met; that recognition, that familiar cold, ruthless gleam in her gaze. But he couldn’t define the moment when he first wanted her. The only thing he was sure of was that it was long before the dreams—they seemed more like a sign that his desires were growing uncontrollable.

Not a day passed where he wasn’t haunted by the way she shivered at the feeling of his fingertips against her back. The way she dug her nails into the doorframe as he let his breath caress her skin. The brief moments where her fortress cracked and she was vulnerable towards him, and her eyes softened with timid desire.

His desire was far from timid by now.

He’d told Ariel the honest truth; he had no intentions or desires to hurt Eve. In fact, his mind was often plagued with visions and fantasies of pleasuring her. Just like it was right now. His breath grew irregular as his mind wandered to a dream that he couldn’t forget if he tried; where he lost himself in between her thighs, devouring her, coaxing desperate pleas from her lips, feeling her body writhe with pleasure. It wasn’t like he didn’t fantasize about fucking her properly, but the thought of his tongue on her pussy drove him into a mild frenzy. He had to have her. Had had to taste her. All of her.

Ariel had finally stopped puttering around summoning the witches a few days later. Michael couldn’t help but admit to himself a little excitement—she was going to be near him again; her presence was going to cure his mental anguish. They were growing more connected, he could feel it, and he wondered if she felt it too. They were sharing dreams and possibly desires, did they share a mind as well?

“Morning Michael,” a warlock greeted kindly.

Michael politely greeted him back, but remained engrossed by his thoughts. He checked the time again on a clock in the corridor—eight-thirty. Ariel announced at breakfast that the witches were due to arrive in the afternoon. He wasn’t so pathetic to not be able to survive waiting that long to hear her voice again. He was the Antichrist! The devil’s spawn! As if he’d be hung up over some witch when he had plans ti end the world—he knew deep down that the only reason he so eager was their linked fate with the apocalypse. Still, he checked the clock. It wasn’t because he wished to see her of his own accord, he was a slave to destiny.

The hours dragged on like years. He studied and practiced in his room for his meeting with Cordelia Goode, the Supreme. He’d learned about her mother—a selfish, cutthroat woman that he likely would’ve enjoyed meeting. However, her daughter, reportedly had little backbone and a phobia of exercising her will. Her mother did, run the coven into the ground with her behavior, but Michael felt that didn’t warrant becoming some kind of witch mother goose. Ultimately it didn’t matter to him; he was going to destroy it all anyway.

Noon came, and Michael was starting to wonder if they were going to show up around dinnertime instead. He was a bit dismayed at the lack of Eve by one o’ clock and decided he needed some air at two. The leaves crunched underneath his shoes as he moved to sit down underneath the trees. The air was much clearer and lighter outside; even for something as monstrous as him, the oppressive energy emanating from the Academy’s walls was taxing to bear.

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small golden snake charm, and holding it in the center of his palm to stare at it. He’d been practicing scrying when, instinctively, he reached into the mirror, and the charm was in his hand when he opened it. Michael wasn’t sure what the snake meant exactly, but he knew it had something to do with her. When he held it at night, his mind would get flooded with memories of him and Eve—he knew they were memories because they felt familiar to him, but they couldn’t have belonged to him because they were impossible. He could recall and feel every moment he’d spent with Eve easily, and these alien experiences he surely would’ve remembered before now.

So where did they come from?

That was a question he simply couldn’t answer.

At a certain point, Michael knew he was going to be noticed missing if he didn’t return. Begrudgingly, he rose to his feet and went back inside. Before he could, a sharp gust of wind collided with his back. It sent a shock through his system, and he whirled around with alarm.

It felt like her.

Of course, there was nothing but stillness before his eyes, and the gentle rustling of trees. With a swallow, he fixed his jacket and went back inside.

***

I stared into the fireplace of the dining room, gripping a glass with pale knuckles. Tears streamed down my face again. I gave up fighting them back. My red satin pantsuit glowed in the light of the flames. Dinner had long passed, and I was left alone. It was fine, I wanted be alone. I couldn’t handle sharing my grief, or my rage.

“Eve, are you still in here?”

I didn’t answer Zoe as she walked up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Eve, let’s go back to the hotel room. I know you don’t want to be seen like this by the warlock council tomorrow. You need some rest, not this.”

She removed the glass from my hand, and the ice tinkled.

“I didn’t even know you drank,” she remarked.

I gave a dry chuckle, tearing my eyes away from the flames. “Yeah, well, there’s a lot you don’t know I do.”

I rose from my seat, following Zoe as she led me back to our rooms. We stood silently in the elevator. My eyes wandered from the mirror ceiling to the stylized buttons, then to my reflection in the polished golden wall next to me. I saw the dried tears on my cheeks, and put on my sunglasses to hide my eyes as we stopped and the door opened.

When get got inside, Zoe gave me some water with ice and a slice of lemon.

“Are you sure you want to be alone, Eve? I’m worried about you,” she said, searching my eyes.

I smiled. “What, you think I’m going to off myself too? Don’t worry, I have unfinished business. It’s not wise.”

She didn’t find my words amusing. I let my smile drop, placing my hand on hers.

“I just…please let me be alone.”

Her eyes softened in empathy. “Okay, I’ll go. Just take a shower and drink some water and get some sleep, please.”

I gave her an amused look. “Alright, mama.”

She sighed. “Yeah; no more drinking for you.”

After Zoe left me for her own bed, I sat still, slouching my shoulders and taking off my hat, tossing it onto the nightstand. I kicked off my red flats and began to undress; just because I was half drunk and mad with grief didn’t mean I could ruin such lovely clothes with vomit or tears or by wrinkling. I let out a sigh after I’d undressed and hung everything up, standing silently in my underwear. It was a bit chilly; I went to turn on the heat. I felt the soft fibers of carpet underneath my feet and found some comfort in it. I turned on the television and hugged myself, rubbing my arms for some warmth and rubbing my feet against the carpet as I stared at the screen.

I could already feel the effects of the alcohol fading away like I hadn’t drank for an hour in silence. There was no way I’d be hungover tomorrow. Zoe didn’t need to be concerned about my appearance for the warlocks tomorrow, my appearance was impervious to the ravages of emotional devastation. The blessings of a rising Supreme were coming for me, and the first was impeccable health.

I went into the bathroom, seeking a shower like Zoe said. I turned on the hot water, then looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was glowing and flawless, my teeth were cavity free and disturbingly white…even the popped blood vessel in my left eye was gone. I’m obviously not going to complain about being perfect and beautiful, but I didn’t recognize this new face; this new body. All of the mementos of my life so far were washed away. It was like I’d died along with Cordelia and some stranger took my place. I didn’t look human. In fact, my reflection reminded me of him.

I broke my stare, took off my undergarments and got in the shower. I stayed in there for what must’ve been an hour. Afterwards, I called room service and got some dessert: a cherry soda ice cream float. It was something I’d never had before, perfect to christen my new body. It was good. It would’ve been better if the taste wasn’t dulled despite the power of my perfect tastebuds. Shock does that.

My phone buzzed, and I tensed, hesitating to pick it up. I eventually relented, seeing the contact.

Mom.

I hesitated again, but gave in and answered, holding it to my ear.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she greeted softly.

Her voice was gentle as always, with the sweet lilt she always spoke with, but it sounded weak. She’d been crying. She was remembering things.

“How are you feeling?”

She let out a sigh. “I don’t…I’m sorry to be bothering you like this. You’re already going through too much…I don’t think I should add to it.”

“No, Mom, it’s…it’s fine. What’s up?”

“I just…I’m having a hard time accepting it. Ariel and everything. Everything I remember tells me he loves me—worships me. He was so gentle and caring and…”

She fell silent, and I heard a trembling breath.

“I know. It’s…unexpected.”

“It’s painful, you know? And all the things I wanted for you…”

I swallowed as a dull pain formed in my chest. “Mom, it doesn’t—“

“No, no, it does. You were in our crossfire, and I should’ve sensed it. I should’ve known his intentions, I should’ve been able to protect you!”

I smiled a little even though she couldn’t see it. “Well…I made it out fine, didn’t I, Mom?”

She was quiet too long. “Did you, sweetheart? People don’t bring the dead back because they’re fine.”

My smile dropped. I wish her voice didn’t sound that way. So much empathy, so much pity. It was like Cordelia. I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling my throat tighten.

“Mom, I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Get some rest, sweetheart.”

“Yeah.”

I hung up and laid down, shutting my eyes. I listened to the television, struggling to clear my mind. I turned out as fine as I could. I really did. And after tomorrow, I was going to come close to being a little bit better.

***

Eve never showed up, and neither did the rest of the witches on the day they were expected. Michael was displeased by this, but his curiosity had been piqued as well—had something happened? Did Eve prevent them from going? Were the witches planning to refuse him?! The thought infuriated him.

“We reached out to Miss Robicheaux’s Academy, but they gave us no details on the cause of the Supreme’s delay,” Behold said, a furrow in his brow, “They said they would stop by soon. Honestly, they could at least pretend to respect us.”

“They’re planning something. I know it,” Baldwin muttered, “They want us to burn as badly as we want them to.”

Michael remained silent, focusing on his plate of food, extremely disinterested by their mindless babbling.

“Perhaps you’ve heard something from my daughter, Michael?”

The dining table fell silent, and Michael paused, looking up and meeting Ariel’s measured stare. This must’ve been the look Eve got when she was younger, he thought to himself, the look he thought he could stand up to him with.

Michael smiled, laughing softly. “I’m afraid I haven’t heard from Eve in some time now. She hasn’t spoken to me since she left our academy.”

“I’m sorry, since when do you know anything about Eve,” Behold interjected with disbelief, eyeing Michael suspiciously.

“We shared conversation a few times during her stay here,” Michael said, sounding as dismissive as possible. “It’s nothing remarkable, really. Just the polite hello and some talk about the Seven Wonders.”

Michael’s eyes slid over to Ariel’s, challenging him to say something to disagree. He tensely went back to his food, and Michael smiled again, shifting his focus to the other warlocks.

“Nothing that would help us, unfortunately. It’s not like we’re friends.”

“I’m amazed she even had a conversation with you,” Behold remarked, eyebrows quirked, “Especially about the Seven Wonders. She dislikes addressing that.”

Baldwin scoffed. “I’d be shocked to death to find she liked anything.”

Ariel chuckled at this, but raised his fork in defense. “As unlikeable and displeasing my daughter has turned into as a woman, she has always enjoyed speaking about the ins and outs of magic. Not even Myrtle Snow can change that.”

Behold nodded, sighing. A hint of nostalgia softened his expression.

“I still remember the days where she’d be sneaking through the halls at night, arms filled with books from the library she’d chosen for independent study—at first I could catch her, but then she adapted and outsmarted me. Nothing would get between that girl and knowledge.”

Michael listened to Behold with heavy interest, observing the way the warlock’s face brightened at the memory. He’d even gone as far as to smile a bit until he felt Baldwin’s eyes on him, and went back to his food. No good to attract unwanted attention.

Ariel cleared his throat. “Well, everyone, let’s finish this and get some rest. The witches may come tomorrow, so we need to be ready. Michael, I especially want you to rest well.”

A soft assent spread throughout the dinner table. Michael sighed softly, finishing his glass of water.

“Of course.”

Michael didn’t sleep for hours. He just laid in bed, staring at his ceiling. He would shut his eyes and turn on one of his sides, trying to relax himself, but something kept nagging at him. Eventually he gave it up and sat at his desk, passively reading a textbook until his room began to feel too stuffy, and he needed to get some fresh air. It wouldn’t be difficult; he’d slipped out easily to meet with Ms. Mead before—

He exhaled sharply—would his mind not stray anywhere away from Eve for once? With a fervor he rose from his desk and slipped out of his room quietly. The night air would do him some good. He made his way through the halls silently, passing by the main hall and the library and the doors to Ariel’s office.

“Behold can’t know about this, he’s too…safe. He’s not willing to do the necessary dirty work.”

The sound of Ariel’s hushed voice made Michael stop in his tracks, and slowly move back to the door. He leaned against the wall, listening closely.

“I have to agree. He barely keeps silent about Nadia. He’d probably run to Cordelia if he knew about this.”

Michael rose a brow as he recognized Baldwin’s voice.

“So, it really only kills women?”

Baldwin chuckled. “You can taste it if you like! You won’t feel a thing. We can put it in their dinner or wine…the possibilities are endless.”

“All of the witches…gone…I can almost taste it,” Ariel mused.

Michael had moved closer, attempting to peek inside to get a glimpse of what they were talking about. It had to be a poison, but what kind? And were they planning to kill all the witches?

“Speaking of all witches…what’s going on with Michael? Is there something to be concerned about there?”

Ariel let out a sigh. “I’m not sure. He seems to be attached to my daughter. He threatened me. He’s acting…protective.”

“What did she do? What—I just don’t understand what could’ve happened.”

Michael retreated away from the crack, his mind starting to race as the two men fell silent. If they started questioning him, his plans to destroy the coven were going to become nothing more than a memory.

“We need a Supreme to take the coven, Baldwin. Michael is clearly the Alpha; there’s no getting around it.”

“I know. But once he is Supreme…his job will be done, and many Supremes have died early. We could give it a few years or more, we just have to be patient.”

Ariel sighed. “I had such high hopes for him. And Eve…she’s had Supreme potential since she was a teenager. She’s my child, but she’s been a loose end for too long. She would destroy all the change we worked for in a heartbeat.”

Michael’s eyes narrowed. Not only did they delude themselves into thinking they could kill him, but Eve was on their hit list as well. He silently retreated away from the doors; he’d heard enough.

His plans for the coven would have to be executed earlier than expected.

***

The warlocks had been eating when Eve bursted through the doors of the dining room, flanked by two witches. She stopped, crossing her arms, scanning everyone’s faces through her sunglasses. She was dressed in all red again, hat and all.

Michael stared, transfixed. She felt different. The air in the room had changed upon her appearance. Something happened during her absence—something big.

“Eve,” Ariel said, his voice faltering slightly as he rose from his seat, “I’m pleased to see you again.”

She didn’t respond, removing her sunglasses. Michael was stricken by her appearance. She looked—quite literally—radiant. Unnaturally so. Her eyes, however, were red and watery, and were the only imperfect quality on her face.

“Where…is Cordelia?”

She turned away at the question. “Follow me,” she instructed firmly, “I’m only explaining once. All of you.”

She left and turned left, heading for the office. The warlocks sat in confusion for a moment, looking to the other for some confirmation or clarity until Behold rose swiftly and followed after. The students quickly went after him. Michael glanced over to Ariel, seeing him and Baldwin share a look. He quickly followed after his peers with a sense of urgency. The clock had begun ticking.

Eve sat at Ariel’s desk in intense silence as everyone shuffled in. Ariel entered last, eyeing her closely. She lifted a gloved hand, signaling everyone to come closer, then to stop.

“Okay, what would you like to—“

“Over these past few weeks, I have redone and passed the Seven Wonders.”

The news hit Ariel, Baldwin and Behold like a freight train. The boys muttered to each other with surprise and Michael quietly agreed with them. Eve held up a hand, making everyone fall silent. She moved to speak, but her eyes filled with tears. She wiped her eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath.

“And just last night…a tragedy occurred. The Supreme, Cordelia Goode passed away.”

Baldwin looked a little pale, glancing over to Ariel but finding him oddly composed. Behold went over to Eve, placing a hand on her shoulder. Her lips trembled, and she put on her glasses, letting out a sigh.

“Um…she did it to herself. We’re still investigating though, we have our suspicions.”

Ariel spoke up. “Suspicions, Eve? Are you implying anything?”

She scoffed, lowering her glasses to look at him. “God, get over yourself for one minute. The only thing I’ll say is that there was no evidence of witchcraft.”

Michael’s eyebrows rose slightly. Interesting. She stood.

“I’m sure you already connected the dots, but I am the new Supreme. Michael Langdon will not be taking the Seven Wonders. However, I still have business here.”

Eve met Ariel’s eyes. “If it cannot be handled properly and discreetly, it’ll be a bit of a spectacle. I suggest the parties involved govern themselves with a modicum of dignity.”

Her gaze went over the wards, then paused upon meeting Michael’s. Her breath caught visibly, and she held his stare. She asked with her eyes.

Did you? Is this revenge?

Michael slowly shook his head. She looked away, fixing her stare onto the desk before putting her sunglasses back on and moving to leave.

“That’s all. You may go back to breakfast.”

She brushed past Ariel. He moved to speak to her, but her eyes silenced him with their frigid anger. He moved away slightly, alarmed. Michael watched with interest. Something was about to come to a head and he was eager to see it.

He felt his stomach jump as she turned, glanced back and met his eyes again. Her gaze magnetized him, filling him with the urge to push through the crowd and take her in his arms. He wanted to feel her again. One of the witches followed her line of sight and frowned in confusion at Michael. He looked away, and the witches left the room.

He had to see her. He needed to slip away and see her alone.

***

“What was that about?”

I tensed, looking at Zoe. “What do you mean?”

She sighed in annoyance at my secrecy. “Eve, I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at him.”

She moved closer to speak lower. “The Antichrist.”

I cast my glasses aside onto my bed, moving away from Zoe and sitting by the fireplace.

“I thought it might’ve been vengance. A life for a life. I took someone dear to him, so I wondered if he returned the favor.”

Zoe was quiet; I could only imagine what was running through her mind. All of the questions and implications. However, she only asked one thing.

“Was it?”

I chuckled. “No.”

I watched the flames eat at the logs, seeing how the wood shriveled and grayed. Zoe walked over to me.

“Eve.”

I didn’t answer at first. She squeezed my shoulder and I met her eyes.

“Eve, I’m worried about you.”

I smiled. “I know. Don’t be. I have it under control.”

That didn’t satisfy her. “You always seem to have everything under control.”

“And nobody has to worry about me,” I rebutted.

I placed my hand on hers. “Trust me. I know what I’m going to do. I’ve had this plan since I was fifteen—I’m pretty confident I can execute it.”

“I’m not taking about the war—“

I placed a finger to my lips, shaking my head. She nodded in understanding.

“Right.”

I let her hand go and turned my attention back to the fire. “Go set your stuff down. Decompress. You remember how to protect yourself, right?”

She left my side, going over to the door.

“Yeah—although I always forget the last part of the incantation.”

“Well, remember it. Come get me tonight if you can’t. I know we’re leaving first thing in the morning, but—“

“That, I don’t need an explanation for.”

I nodded. She smiled at me as she opened the door, then slipped out of the room and left. I watched the handle closely. An odd mixture of feelings sprouted within me.

I reasoned with myself to calm them—he wouldn’t be so reckless to come down here, not with witches next doors and warlocks breathing down my back. The though brought me some relief, but a twinge of dissatisfaction. I sighed, shaking my head and rubbing between my eyebrows. If I could control everything, my feelings could do me the courtesy of falling in line.

I heard a knock on Zoe’s door and tensed as I heard it creak open.

“Hey Queenie, what’s up?”

“Hey, Zoe. I heard you leave Eve’s room, so I wanted to see if she was in the mood to talk.”

I sighed. Please, no one else come in here…

“I think she could use the conversation. She’s being a bit distant with me, hopefully she’s more comfortable with you.”

“Okay.”

Zoe’s door closed, and I listened to the footsteps approach my door. I held my head in my hands for a moment, then looked up to watch the doorknob turn. I begrudgingly rose from my seat.

“Come on in, Queenie, what’s…”

The door opened, and I met Michael’s eyes. My stomach dropped, and I swallowed. I clasped my hands to stop my fingers from grazing over my lips; the memory of him created the habit. He entered carefully, watching me closely, and closed the door behind him. I let out a constricted breath.

“Looks like I can get in now.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” I told him, hushing my voice, “It’s…unwise.”

He scanned my face, then a smile formed on his lips. “I wanted to see you.”

I frowned, deflecting his words. “You were going to see me well enough at dinner.”

“And you know I wanted to be alone.”

He boldly close the space between us with a few long strides and stared into my eyes. His gaze softened and my stomach flipped. I took a step back.

“Okay, well, we’ve seen each other. You need to leave before you attract unwanted attention.”

I turned away, but he took my hand and I stopped.

“Don’t you think we’re a bit past the cold shoulder part?”

His hand was warm and soft; just like last time. My mouth dried, and I fixed my eyes onto the ground.

“Please don’t.”

“Why,” he asked, daring to sound a little hurt, “Do you not want me? Are you more committed to the duties of your coven now?”

I heard a smile in his voice. “Am I your enemy again?”

I met his eyes, giving him a cold look. “When did you stop being an enemy, exactly?”

I moved away and sat down by the fireplace again. He laughed softly, taking the seat opposite me.

“I think it was when I pulled away, and you told me to shut up and give you more.”

I scoffed. “I never told you to give me more—“

“With the places your hands were starting to roam, you might as well have said it.”

I met his eyes, feeling a bit competitive. “Don’t act like you weren’t minutes from tearing my clothes off.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t seconds from begging me to,” he shot back, a smirk growing on his face.

“I wasn’t.”

“Of course you weren’t,” he taunted, leaning back in his seat, “If I recall correctly, you could barely form words.”

He tilted his head, eyes glittering in the light of the fireplace. “Have you never been kissed before?”

A wave of unexpected nerves passed over me. I held my ground. “I don’t think anyone who whimpers like that when they kiss someone has much experience themselves either.”

That seemed to take him down a peg.

He looked away, covering his mouth, but I could tell that he was smiling.

“What,” I questioned, wanting to catch his gaze.

“Oh nothing,” he said cooly, rising from his seat. “I didn’t just come here to see you, though.”

I gave him a questioning look as he moved over to me. He smoothly leaned down at me from behind and spoke softly into my ear.

“Ariel and Baldwin are planning something. I wanted to warn you.”

I looked at him pointedly. “You know more.”

“Hmm, maybe I do.”

His eyes lowered to my lips. I watched his pupils dilate, and the air grew heavy around us as we both went still. I found myself leaning towards him and he gravitated in return.

“Too bad we’re enemies, right Eve?”

Michael’s gaze locked onto mine. He was wide open—I saw straight into him.

“Mm, your heart’s not in it. Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental now…”

“You’re teasing me.”

I cocked a brow, leaning closer. “Am I?”

“I missed you.”

“I know,” I said, letting a satisfied smile take form, “You’re too easy to read. Are you even trying to protect yourself from my sight?”

“You have no idea yet, do you,” he questioned softly.

I eyed him. “What are you talking about?”

He straightened up, looking down at me. “I’d tell you, but I don’t think I’m supposed to.”

“What, because we’re enemies?”

“No, not that. We’re bigger than that.”

I scoffed, chuckling. “Let me guess…it’s your fate again?”

“Not just mine.”

He moved away, starting to leave. I rose from my seat, spurred by something I couldn’t put a finger on. He placed his hand on the doorknob, and I spoke without thinking.

“Michael.”

He turned to face me with a knowing smile. “Yes?”

I didn’t know what I wanted to say. I just kept looking at him; at his smile and his eyes.

“Leave my girls out of this. And at least knock next time.”

His smile lost its feeling as he masked an emotion he didn’t want me to see, and his eyes became empty. He let the silence grow until my words started to press down on my chest. I looked away, letting my feet carry me towards him, forcing my hands to stay folded in front of me.

“Eve.”

I stopped in my tracks, placing a hand on the chair to try and feel relaxed and met his eyes. He wasn’t holding the doorknob anymore.

“I still feel it.”

My fingertips reflexively grazed my lips. He moved away from the door, watching me with uncertainty, unsure if he was welcome any closer. I laughed softly and he stopped.

“I know…so do I.”

The words lifted a pressure within me. I let my hands fall to my sides, stepping back as he came closer. He stopped, giving me a questioning look and I smiled in return. I felt the heat radiating from the fireplace against my legs. I held his gaze as he came closer, closer, closer until he was an arm’s length away. He lingered, raising his eyebrows.

I imagine he thought I wouldn’t move an inch. That I’d be frozen still, waiting for him to descend onto me like last time.

I lifted a hand, studying his face as I caressed his cheek, watching how his nostrils twitched as he took an unsteady breath. No, I was aware this time. Far more aware. I closed the space in between us, parting his lips with the pad of my thumb, watching a nervousness creep into his expression.

I teased him out of it. “What, isn’t this what you wanted?”

He took my hand, kissing my fingers.

“Yes. It is.”

It was a simple answer, but it summoned up goosebumps on my skin. It was his eyes. His gaze was heavy on mine. It slid down to my mouth, then to my neck, then lower—

“Don’t get too ambitious now,” I said, “There’s no place private enough in this hole in the ground to make me ever do that here.”

He chuckled, locking onto my eyes again. We stared at each other, and I cocked my head. His eyes darkened and his hold on my hand tightened. I could tell, he was about to pull me to him, so I grabbed his shirt and roughly pulled him against me, taking his lips with mine. His grip completely loosened and he let go of my hand as he grabbed onto my hips, pulling me closer—if it was even possible, backing me to the wall.

I let my instincts guide me. I took hold of his lapels and stopped him from moving me any further, pushing him into the chair he sat in before. He rocked back into it with wide, thrilled eyes, grabbing onto the chair’s arms as I removed my coat, tossed it aside, and climbed into his lap. I took hold of his face, tasting his mouth, feeling his shuddering breath against mine when our lips broke apart for only the gravest need for air. His hands anchored on my waist, then immediately starting roaming my body eagerly.

“Eve,” he muttered, his voice low and throaty, “Eve…”

I pulled back, pressing a finger to his lips, breathing heavily.

“Shh. There are eyes and ears everywhere.”

Michael’s fingers found the buttons of my shirt, and he grinned at me. He leaned forward, eyes swimming with lust as he undid them quicker than I could think. To be fair, I couldn’t think very fast at the moment. It was hard to break my mind from the consuming pull to devour the man under me, and to resist the urge to undo his pants and completely succumb to it. But I could resist. My desires were in my grasp—I was in control.

He started to kiss sloppily up my chest and throat, making my eyes flutter shut as I tilted my head upwards without a second thought. His smile grazed my ear.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you stay on top?”

I slid my fingers into his hair and tugged, pulling his head back and looking down at him. I smirked.

“I don’t hear any complaints,” I said, pulling my shirt out of my pants, “In fact, I believe you just begged me for more.”

He didn’t give any protest, he just pulled my shirt off and ran his hands up my back.

“Then give me more, Madame,” he said, eyes taking in my body hungrily.

I felt something shift as his hands took hold of my thighs from behind, and I let him pick me up and move me over to the bed. He swept my glasses off of the bed and they clattered onto the floor while he laid me onto my back and got on top of me, immediately pressing his lips against mine. I started to pull his shirt up, my other hand undoing his belt, making him smile.

“I thought it was too dangerous,” he said, starting to fumble with the button of my pants, “Too many eyes.”

“Why did you move to the bed if you didn’t want to give them a show?”

I snatched his belt out from his pants and pulled him down against my mouth again. He laughed, still fumbling with my pants. He frowned, looking down at them and I moved his hands away with a small smile.

I undid my pants, meeting his eyes, and he unzipped them, sliding his hand down over my underwear, leaning down to kiss me. His hand was warm over my aching sex and I gasped softly at the feeling as he pressed his fingers down and started to rub. I opened my legs slightly, adrenaline racing through my veins when—

“Eve!”

A loud knock came to the door that violently shook me out of the moment. We both froze in place as another voice sounded from the door. It was Queenie and Zoe.

“Eve, are you okay?!”

I looked at Michael and pushed him off, mouthing the word ‘hide’.

“Eve, we’re coming in!”

I got under the covers and stilled myself, gripping Michael’s belt in my hand as he hid under the bed. The doorknob turned, and I relaxed completely.

A tense silence filled the room as Zoe and Queenie walked in slowly. They approached my bed and lingered over me.

“She’s sleeping,” Queenie said, “There aren’t any monsters in here. False alarm?”

“Yeah,” Zoe agreed, “But that doesn’t explain who came to my room looking and sounding exactly like you.”

“Maybe it was one of the warlocks. Or Langdon.”

Zoe shuddered a little. “God, this place is so creepy.”

Queenie scoffed. “You can say that again. All that matters is that Eve’s safe though, so let’s go. She needs the sleep.”

“You’re right.”

“I can’t wait to get the fuck out of this hellhole…”

Two sets of footsteps departed from the room and the door opened and closed. I waited, listening until I heard Zoe and Queenie’s doors open and shut until I opened my eyes. Michael crept out from under the bed, looking annoyed.

“It’s filthy under there,” he said, brushing his shirt off.

“I doubt anyone cleans under there.”

He looked at me and moved to kiss me again but I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back. I smiled.

“You can go now.”

Michael looked at me with confusion. “You want me to leave?”

“I think it’s best we quit while we’re ahead.”

I handed him his belt as he rose to his feet, looking a little displeased as he stared down at me. I tilted my head up more as he stood and observed his disheveled appearance—his wrinkled, untucked shirt around his unbuttoned pants (when did I even do that?), his messy hair, his rosy cheeks and lipstick-reddened lips. I smiled a bit upon seeing that, touching my lips with slight embarrassment.

“You might want to use transmutation to go back to your room and clean the lipstick from your mouth,” I said, “Unless you want to be seen like this while leaving Witch’s Way. Not a good look for your best friends Ariel and Baldwin.”

A pleased glint formed in his eyes. “I doubt Ariel takes kindly to me leaving his daughter’s room under mysterious circumstances, regardless of how I look. After all…”

My eyebrows lifted slightly as he grabbed my jaw with a firm hand, holding my head up all the way back to look deeply into my eyes.

“Who knows what someone like me would do to his little girl?”

I closed my legs, squeezing my thighs together as I held his piercing gaze. His pupils were darkened in the light that came from the fireplace. He saw something in my eyes, and seemed satisfied.

“And who knows what his little girl would want me to do to her?”

I swallowed, averting my gaze with unexpected sheepishness. I pushed his hand away and stared into the fire.

“I’m not his anything. Don’t speak of me as if I belong to him. I don’t.”

His belt buckle clinked as he redressed and neatened himself up. “Of course you don’t belong to him, Eve.”

My eyes darted back over to him in surprise. He smiled at me with a fondness that kindly softened the corners of his smile, the quality of his eyes. Their blue color glittered in the fire as he grabbed his jacket from the seat.

“You don’t belong to anyone. Not even to me.”

He lingered after he redressed. I felt the knot that had formed in my stomach release, and I rose from the bed and went over to him. Michael’s eyes questioned me as I caressed my fingers over his hair and smiled.

“What?”

I leaned in, placing a gentler kiss on his lips, making him cradle my face in his hands automatically and return it. The intimacy of it made me soften. My hands were stiff as I held onto him. He seemed to respond to my tenderness with a firmer grip; a stronger hold. We began to stray from the door again and I pulled back.

I opened my eyes, looking down at his trembling lips. I whispered against them.

“Now get out, idiot.”

He laughed, releasing me. I stepped back, holding myself as I glanced to the wall.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

I looked up in surprise at his words only to find I was alone.

***

“We can’t just let this happen!”

Baldwin shook his head in unbearable frustration. “I can’t—that little girl will ruin us all!”

Ariel sighed, watching him from his desk.

“Baldwin—“

“You and I both know she’s just been waiting to get revenge—and don’t act like she doesn’t know about her mother, she always did.”

“Baldwin.”

Baldwin stilled, falling silent. He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Ariel, what on earth are we going to do? Eve is not Cordelia; she doesn’t trust anything we do. I bet she’s warned those witches of hers about poison.”

“Maybe she has. Maybe she hasn’t. This isn’t the end.”

Baldwin looked at him curiously, taking a seat.

“What’s your proposition?”

“We stop being timid and take what’s ours.”

Ariel closed his fist around the air and squeezed tightly, his knuckles getting pale.

“Eve wants to meet with me. We keep it private; kill her then.”

“What? Ariel—“

“We’re losing time,” Ariel exclaimed, cutting off Baldwin, “We need to destroy that coven at its source. Losing another Supreme so quickly would have them in shambles—scrambling for any kind of stability.”

“Myrtle won’t—“

“Then we get rid of Myrtle.”

“How on Earth do you plan—“

“The same way I got rid of Cordelia Goode.”

Baldwin sat back, pale as a sheet, then chuckled.

“Eve says they found no evidence of witchcraft.”

Ariel smiled. “There was no witchcraft. I have a contact.”

He rose from his seat, going over to his liquor and making himself a drink.

“In fact, you just might know her. You may have seen her on TV.”

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Speedy II (Revised)

Real name: Lian Nguyen-Harper

Hair color: Ginger

Eye color: black

Alias: Speedy (alter-ego), Red Rider (first hero alias), Little Red Riding Hood (by villains or rivals), Little Lotus (by her mother)

Family: Lawrence Crock (maternal grandfather), Paula Nguyen (maternal grandmother), Artemis Crock (maternal aunt), Will Harper (father), Jade Nguyen (mother), Roy Haper ("paternal uncle"), Jim Harper ("paternal uncle"/legal guardian)

Romances: Tommy Merlyn (ex-boyfriend), Joseph Wilson (current love interest)

Biography:

Prior to the Battle against the World War, Lian was born to the assassin Jade Nguyen, a former member of the League of Shadows, and Will Harper, a clone of the original Roy Harper and former partner of Green Arrow.

At some point in the year 2018, her mother, Jade left her family in order to keep her daughter away from their enemies. Leaving Lian under the care of her father, Will. Plus her maternal aunt, Artemis would often come to visit to see Lian before officially living with them.

At the age of 7, Will knew that someday, the Light would come after them. So he taught Lian archery and combat in case anything happened to him. Her paternal "uncles" Roy and Jim would often visit her. Roy, however, was estranged from Lian due to feeling out of place. Jim however, had been close to Lian after spending time right her. Lian was left unaware that her father and Jim were clones of the original, Roy.

In 2032, Lian became a freshman student in Star Academy. But was antisocial due to feeling out of place from other students born more "normal." Plus she is the only female student in the kickboxing team. But would often get into fights whenever others messed with her. At home, Lian would ask her father about her mother, whom she does not remembered due to Jade disappearing from her life since she 3.

Will told Lian that her mother died. But that was a lie, cause it was a cover story Jade asked Will to tell Lian so that she won't think of looking for her. Of course, Lian did not take this seriously and would search information about her mother's whereabouts.

During that time, Lian would befriend a boy her age, Joseph Wilson-Kane. A lonely young man who enrolled in the same school as Lian, unaware that the two have similar backgrounds. The two became fast friends, and would hang out after school, and help each other with homework. Though Lian had friendly interactions with a classmate named, Zoe Lawton, the two were never close, but considered each other as friends.

It was during the New Year in 2033 was when Will decided that Lian temporarily transfer to Gotham Academy for unknown reasons, Lian reluctantly stayed under the care of her grandmother, Paula. But she and Joseph made a pact to meet again. During that time, Lian overheard her grandmother talking to a guest. Curious, Lian greeted the guest while Paula introduced her granddaughter to Nyssa Al Ghul, a former member of the League of Shadows. Nyssa reveals that she is leading a clan called the Order of the Phoenix that trains and rehabilitates those who defected from the League of Shadows. Recruiting young defenders.

Impressed with Lian's skills and strong will, Nyssa offered Lian to take her to Japan to become her student to learn the ways of survival and fighting for just. Paula gives consent, much to Lian's joy. But her father remained unaware of it.

In 2034, Lian became one of Nyssa's students, having to passed the trials that led her to become her official apprentice to Nyssa so that she can one day lead the clan of the Phoenix. Lian would also have strange dreams about a woman with a mask of a Cheshire cat. And Lian would draw about it, cause it holds a meaning.

Later, Lian is befriended by Tommy Merlyn, another one of Nyssa's students. At first the two would became friendly rivals to the point they became close. This friendly rivalry would then turned into a romantic relationship, as Lian and Tommy began to open up to each other of their pasts. But there was more to Tommy than meets the eye.

However, it came to an end when Lian and Tommy were paired up on a mission to end the operations of the Light of another metahuman trafficking schemes. Lian and Tommy snuck into a shop where all the kidnapped teens were held captive. After taking down the members of the Light and locking them in the cafeterias. Lian went to check on Tommy to see if he finds anything. To her shock, Tommy was placing a bomb in a room full of teens in pods, unconscious. As Lian tried to stop Tommy from killing them. But it was too late as the bomb exploded, ending the lives trapped in pods.

Lian and Tommy then argued. For Lian to point out that he had taken innocent lives being kidnapped against their wills. Tommy revealed his hatred for metahumans as they were the cause of his father's death. But Lian knew this cannot go on, breaking up with him at some point and informed Nyssa of Tommy's actions.

As a result, Nyssa expelled Tommy, as the rule in the Order of the Phoenix was that they protect, not kill. Lian watched as he left, not shedding a tear, and relieved that he was leaving. But that was a beginning of fate and sorrow for the Red Archer.

In 2035, Lian returned to Star City to visit her father after he called. She was delighted to see her family again. In the Star City airport, she was surprised to see Joseph and greeted him with excitement. The two catch up on their lost time in their friendship. Lian felt more better since her breakup with Tommy.

But before she can see her family, Lian went to a pawn shop to purchase a gift for her aunt. Until she heard a police chase. Lian takes on the persona of Red Rider and encountered Green Arrow (Connor Hawke) in a chase against the robbers.

Later on, she infiltrated a cargo activity where the kingpin, Brick was placing more trafficked teens in the cargo for more metahuman experiments. She first snuck around the gang to rescue the captives inside the cargo, until she was caught by a assailant named Prometheus (Tommy Merlyn), whom had seems to recognize Lian.

Lian had little of choice but to fight Prometheus. But was too late as Brick got away. But managed to defeat Prometheus and apprehended him. After the fight, Lian went down the sewage where he built a lair of her own to investigate the 2nd Metahuman Trafficking Scourge. Only to find Green Arrow in there after finding out.

As they talked, Green Arrow reveals that he and Aqualad II (Arthur Curry Jr.) were putting together a team of young heroes to aid the Justice League, but in their own terms to help teens with our without powers who feel lost and needed a place to feel at home. Green Arrow offers Lian to become his protege after seeing her fight with Prometheus. Even revealing that the identity of Prometheus, none other than Tommy Merlyn himself.

Green Arrow explains that Tommy is the son of the deceased Dark Arrow, also known as one of Green Arrow's arch enemy, Malcom Merlyn, who was killed at the hands of an unknown metahuman, and had joined organization called the Brotherhood, a cult of anti-metas who sworn to rid the world of Metahumans. This had shocked Lian to know that her ex had ill intentions to take innocent lives. And did not think he would come back into her life for revenge.

In the wake of the Brotherhood's emergence. Lian agrees to become Green Arrow's protege. Taking the mantle of Speedy.

Personality:

Lian is a good-natured but also a rebellious-spirited girl who was close to her father after her mother left the family. And was rather strong-willed. And wasn't afraid to blow on others when angry.

Though during her early teens, Lian became antisocial and distrustful since her father has been keeping secrets about her mother, and the fact that he is a clone.

But after meeting Joseph Kane, and her mentor, Nyssa Al Ghul, Lian regained the sense of hope to find her mother for answers. Lian can also be a bit mischievous at times, such as sneaking out of home to secretly fight crime as Red Rider.

Lian also had a romantic relationship with Tommy Merlyn, a fellow student in the Order of the Phoenix, as she felt like they had in common. Attracted to Tommy's fierce personality. However, her perspective of Tommy changed after he intentionally killed innocent teens being taken by the Light organization in a ship. In the end, she viewed Tommy as a murderer.

After the breakup, Lian resolves to be better than Tommy, and willing to forget about him. Taking comfort in talking to Joseph after returning to Star City. She was even a fan of Green Arrow, as she idolized him for fighting for what he stands for.

After becoming Green Arrow's (Connor Hawke's) protege, Lian takes the mantle of Speedy. She maintained her rebellious ways, as she sometimes disobeys orders. But after taking the mantle of Speedy, Lian began to viewed Connor as an older brother figure (which is something she wanted for a long time).

Despite being a kind of person with a heart of gold, Lian also has a manipulative and flirtatious side, which she inherited from her mother. And would flirt her way to get what she needed, not wanted. Whenever Prometheus (her ex-boyfriend) would have something for information, Speedy would use flirt with him in order to weakened his mental state (which is something she was never proud of, but thought it was necessary). Even use this technique to fool her enemies.

Being friends with Joseph Wilson, she felt like some connection she never knew of. Being outsiders themselves. She develop feelings for the shy boy, and was very protective of him. Even went as far as to fight Joseph's older brother, Grant upon learning he was Deathstroke.

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