When Worlds Collide- Nyx x oc (Archeron)

special thanks to Safia for giving me the motivation do chapter 12 :)

Madelaine

    "I wanna go out." I put the back of my hand to my forehead in faux exasperation. "I'm bored," I whine.

    Nyx scowls at me, no doubt getting tired of my complaining. "Fine, but don't try to do anything stupid."

    I stick my tongue out at him. "You're not my goddamn babysitter, Nyx. And I wasn't asking you anyways. I was making a general statement."

    I get up from my spot on the couch in the living room, which I have officially claimed and made my own. There are blankets upon blankets piled up on top of me and surrounding me, like a nest.

    I slowly start moving my pillows and blankets off of me and stretch out my legs. I have some nicer clothes than that lingerie I was in earlier, also I'm weirdly horny. I wanna go fuck someone, a girl in particular. But at the same time, Nyx is kinda doing it for me at the moment, not gonna lie.

    Author, babes, is this gonna be a smut chapter?

    God I wish.

    "What's there to do here?" In other words: I wanna look for my platonic wife.

    "What do you want to do?" Nyx lifted an eyebrow at me.

    I think for a good enough excuse to et out of this place and maybe get some time away from this fucker. "I don't know, what places are around here?" I look out the window, "It seems pretty remote."

    He seems to hesitate for a moment, now we're getting somewhere. "There are some war camps that are meant for training our soldiers."

    My wife, now would she be in war camps finding and living out her mafia romance, yes, yes I think she would me.

    "Alright, bet let's go." I move to my room in the cabin and quickly throw on some warm clothes since its fucking snowing in this hellhole right now.

    "Wait– Madelaine!" Nyx shouts.

    I turn around from where I'm dressing and send him a dubious look. "The fuck you yapping about?"

    He looks uncomfortable for a second. "The camps are kind of, not a great place to be as a woman." He doesn't meet my eyes.

    I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "Well whos fucking fault is that? Hmmm, well I don't know, maybe, and I'm going out on a limb here, but just maybe, it's the..." I make the drumroll noises with my hands and my thighs, "leaders of the whole fucking country!" I finish my sarcastic response with jazz hands.

    God I fucking hate politicians even though that was literally my goal back in America, but in my defense I wanted to run independent and not be a shady rascist/rapist asshole like ¾ of the politicians.

    I heard that. Nyx pouts. How rude.

    I roll my eyes, "Ok Ms. Olson twin."

    I start packing my shit up again, just the essentials like lip balm and a spare pair of underwear, a lady always comes prepared.

    "What are you doing?" Nyx raises a dark eyebrow at my antics.

    I raise one back, Rock style. "Packing, duh. You got a problem with it, hoe?"

    Nyx looks taken aback for a moment, then he quickly composes himself. "I don't know what violence against women looks like in your realm–"

    "You don't even know bud." I hiss between my teeth low enough to be inaudible.

    "–but whatever it is, it must not be bad if you still want to go willingly."

    My back goes straight. "I can handle myself," I seethe at him.

    Who the fuck does he think he is? Oh shit Madelaine. Remember girl, we gotta be nice to this toxic douche so that we can succeed in finding our real mate, aka our gorgeous wife.

    "I don't care if you think you can handle yourself, you're still my mate and I will not let you go into that camp to be leered at and threatened just because you're bored." He puts his hand up and for some lucky charms reason no sound comes out of my mouth.

    Did this man really just mute me?

    "It's not up for discussion, Madelaine."

    This guy. I make it a show to tell him my exaggeration by groaning loudly and stomping to the door.

    "Well, bat boy, I don't fucking care. I didn't get out of my comfy-ass nest and get dressed and all ready to go, to just not go somewhere. I don't care where you take me, but if you keep me in this house any longer I swear to god I'm gonna end it right here and now." I know, I know. Cruel threat since he obviously can't tell that I'm joking based on the panic in his eyes, but it's effective.

    "Uhm, ok, ok." Nyx looks around frantically, as if checking for an out.

    No out on this ship douche. You made your bed, now sleep in it. Jesus bro it aint that hard. Not as hard as me after 50 Shades at least. God, wouldn't life be so much easier with a penis? I wouldn't have been raped, manipulated in the way I was, and it would be so much easier to get into a position of power in this society. By "this society" I mean Earth, not whatever the fuck this place is.

    "Off to Neverland!" I swing the door open and sigh in contentment as the fresh air and slight, but not too worrisome, frostbite hits my nose.

    I laugh at just how cold it is. This shit is kind of ridiculous, even though I did grow up with cold winters I never got used to it, or the hotness of some climates for that matter. Too bad I'm gonna have to get used to both of them because of a beautiful thing we American folks like to call "A Hoax." Cough, cough: climate change.

    I start to walk out. Where am I going? Bitch you think I know? I have never had any directional sense whatsoever.

    "Where are you going?" Nyx asks, sly fucker looks like hes giggling. I'm gonna make this boy my bitch.

    "I don't know, Bat." I laugh at him. "Where am I going?"

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