SEE YOU AGAIN

The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself

My heart, it can't rest till then oh, woah woah

I can't wait to see you again

Miley Cyrus

Contents of this fanfiction feature the characters from the Fever Series by KMM, they are her property and copyright. We are just mere mortals exploring the story in our hearts. This fanfiction is in no way mocking KMM as an author but exploring a different version of possible events. Please don't sue us! It's a light hearted rendition of the story following the events of Feversong. Story occurs after the two years Ryodan's been MIA in High Voltage. That's a spoiler. Sorry...

So I'm traveling through the slipstream, on my daily grind defeating all those fecks that need defeating, while defending the fecks that need defending. I've grown throughout the years but it's still a priority for me. I'm not about to ditch the city that needs me! I come down from the slipstream hearing a man muttering about Chester's being rebuilt and reopened. What the fuck? I think. This prick has been gone for 2 years and doesn't even feel like telling me he's back? The disrespect! Who does this fool think he is? Ignoring the great Dani O? This will not do. He tried to reject me once upon a time. And once upon a time I was a different girl. An inexperienced one but now I've got different guys blowing up my phone programmed with different ring tones. I've got boys in different area codes to wake me up and one for the weekend and any other damn time I so please. I don't believe that a woman's worth is attached to how many partners she's slept with. Not that there's been much sleeping going on around here. The mega in me also happens to have a mega sized sexual appetite. Voracious for life and all of the experiences it has to offer and all that. But back to the issue at hand, that staircase head-nodding fucker thinks he's so good hey? He ain't got shit on me no more. He told me to treat my pussy as a ' .gift', meanwhile he's out there spreading the so called 'gift of his peen' not so discerningly. Like, back in the day how he was getting it on with Jo! I still don't really get it they didn't seem to have any connection but whatever. I can't hate on Jo for admiring his tight man buns either. Rest in pieces. Point is, he chose her for whatever reason and is out here rejecting me like my pussy isn't just as poppin as Jo's once was, if not more so. What did Jo have that the big Dani O don't? I can rock dem glitter tits too, and you know what I think I just might. It's called respecting her damn memory. Ryodan rejected me sending me all kinds of mixed signals. Well you know what that shit's over. I've been admiring that backside for years and it's time for me to get mine. I've always had the philosophy that I was an instinctive grabber, not a dodger. And tonight these hands are gonna be grabbing what's mine. Ryodan's buns. He can try to dodge me, perhaps that is his instinctive nature. But ain't no way he's gonna reject me again, I've got it all planned out this time.

I bang open the doors at Chester's on one womanly mission. I don't really care about how I dress but I thought I'd put some thought into it this time. I put on a pair of short shorts with my ass cheeks hanging out just a tad. Just enough to be saucy yet still tasteful hoe chic. The full hoe aesthetic is for later. My top is a red form-fitting one-like whatever it was just laying around but it shows off my killer rack. It's a red that suits everyone regardless of their hair color cause I don't play that hater ass anti-woman shit. Sensuality is a weapon and tonight I'm a weapon of locked and loaded carnal sensuality. Boy's about to nut in his pants as soon as he sees what I'm packing. Honestly, I feel bad for him. He has no idea that a tsunami named Mega O Malley is headed his way. Yeah, he mentioned me being a tsunami back in the day, like he thought he knew what he would one day be dealing with. I laugh out loud at his delusion. This tsunami has collided with a hundred cyclones and become a mega-tsunami. You don't believe me? Look it up for yourselves folks! Mega O'Malley over here is a mega-tsunami caused by pure fiery volcanic eruptions. Not just the banal shifting of tectonic plates. I used to think of a Ryodan as a tornado touching down. I want to see if I was right or he's merely a gust of ancient wind. I toss a wild lock of curly hair back behind my ear as Lor comes up behind me and says "Hey honey, what are you doing here looking all sensual and shit?"

I beam and reply "Lor now's not the time. Just sit back and enjoy the show I'm about to bless you and this entire dud ass club with."

Lor chuckles and shakes his head returning to his little perch at the bar throwing back shots like it's no big deal.

"Ho ho that's my little honey, little hell-raiser," he chuckles darkly. Lor's real messy like me so I know he's going to enjoy this.

So I make my way to this one sub club- known informally as Ryodan's personal Spotify playlist-sub club. They usually have a DJ with a microphone you know, hyping everyone up. His name is DJ Khalid. "ANOTHER ONE!" he bellows and the crowd goes wild. Alright, I think, time to carry out the master plan. I know Ryodan's up there watching me like the freaky little voyeur he is so he'll come down any minute now. The time has come. A moment 2 years in the making, it reminds me of the Kelly Clarkson song "some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this." I crack myself up, I never was much of a poet myself, but it seems pretty damn poetic to me.

So I kick up into the slipstream and snatch the mic straight out of DJ Khalid's hands. He's such a fool he didn't even know what happened and continued shouting his tired ass catch phrases.

I drop back down into slow-mo and give him a death stare that shows him I mean business and tell him "Put my shit on DJ Khalid, you know the one."

His eyes widen and he says "Shit Dani I wasn't expecting all this, are you sure?"

I reply in a cool rush "Bitch, do I look like the kinda chick who is unsure of ANYTHING? Do it."

"Sure thing Dani O" he replies.

I roll my eyes, as if he had a choice in the matter.

He presses play and shouts his catchphrase for hopefully the last time that night. "ANOTHER ONE!"

Dirty, Sexy Money starts playing. I chose this song because I resonated with its sensuality. I don't believe in the whole money thing but in this case, it's metaphorical. I clear my throat and gear up to give a full-on performance. I'm not a half asser, I'm a full asser and Ryodan's gonna see that. Right here. Right now. I focus all my energy into each individual ass cheek as I start the dance which stops all of Chesters in its slimy fae ridden tracks. A sudden hush falls over the club as I start the song with 'Woah, wooh.' The crowd parts way and finally, I see Ryodan standing there arching a brow. He tries to send me some telepathic shit to my brain but it's not time yet. I reject it.

I make eye contact with him as I sing "I want you bad, want you bad, want you bad. Saw you in the moonlight. Think you lookin' fine, want you bad. Got me good, never turn back. ( I embellish this with a few OoO's for added sensuality.)

I make you mine, make you mine, make you mine

Coming for the taking, promise you are wearing the crown

Number one, spin your head around."

And I swear to the earth gods, the heavens and all those feckin saints that Ryodan is looking at me like the human (or rather beast!) embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. My plan is working! I think to myself. But I keep it real cool, real sensual like. The trap is still being set up, he's not ensnared just yet. I signal to DJ Khalid for my final song of the night, preparing my final thirst trap power move for the night. I know about hunting and I know when the prey is there for the taking from my years in the silvers. Homeboy is gonna get ensnared in my twerk trap. Time for the grand finale. Just as I think this, a trap remix of Work by Rihanna starts blasting through the sub-club and I get down to the real business at hand. It suddenly becomes very real and very serious indeed. Each of my ass cheeks start vibrating at maximum velocity. I pull Fade over and start my twerk trap on him. I grind real low and dirty on his extend-a-dick and feel it become a full-fledged extend-a-boner. Lor hollers from across the way and throws dollar dollar bills my way. All of Chesters is hollering at ya girl right here and I'm living for it! Bristling electric and fire! I look back over at Ryodan and I see that he's got thunderclouds of rage in his ancient silver eyes. Ooo yes this is delicious he can't handle me I think. I send him a telepathic message goading him to show me what he's got. Show me if he's worthy of this bomb as fuck sensual napalm known as Dani Mega O'Malley. The feckin Alpha and O, the one and only infamous twerk queen of Chester's. No one will ever forget this moment, not even the fae when they drink from the cauldron of forgetting.

Ryodan's eyes flash little crimson streaks and his fangs come out to play. I see his body expands and his ass cheeks tighten in preparation. I wait in anticipation for what's about to happen next but even I can't predict the next move he pulls. It's so out of left field I can't even fully comprehend it at first. He nods to DJ Khalid in a wordless conversation and the music just takes on a whole different vibe.

All of Chester's is silent in shock as Miley Cyrus's Wrecking Ball starts playing

"We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain.

We jumped, never asking why

We kissed, I fell under your spell

A love no one could deny,"

Miley's emo ass voice croons out the loudspeakers.

I think to myself 'What the fuck? How is he gonna change the mood like this? This isn't what I came here for! Fucking Ryodan always putting me on edge.' But the chorus drops and Ryodan absolutely goes HAM! "I came in like a wrecking ball" blares throughout the club and Ryodan just fucking starts twerking poetically to the music. Everyone watches in amazement as the lord, liege and king of Dublin loses control of his body and surrenders to the hypnotic beat of the music. At the climax of the song he even does a freaking HANDSTAND and twerks both his ass cheeks up into mid-air completely unsupported! Not even against a wall or anything! Just using his huge loglike forearms to support his huge loglike 6 foot 4, 240 pound gym junkie body. I look around the club and I literally see the patrons both crying and doing the dirty with each other. The display of raw passion, and openness from the controlled man has set the whole club on fire. The potent aftershocks caused an indescribably visceral reaction in the club. It even winds up affecting me! I've never been more sure of two things in my life as I was in that moment firstly, that, Ryodan's ass was mine, there was no question in my mind. And secondly, that even on my current level of mastery and twerk sophistication I couldn't have twerked as beautifully as him to Miley Cyrus no matter how hard I tried. Dammit! Ryodan had bested me yet again! Not for long Ry-O. Dani O' Malley would have the last laugh AND the last twerk. I wasn't going to take mercy on him no longer. Jerk-ass Ryo is about to catch it. And I was going to bring it! His club will no longer be left standing by the time I'm through.

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