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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 1 year

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 2

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, smut in future chapters, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley

A/N: This one is pretty slow, more filling in on Emery and some of her world, but we get to see our boy again and that's all that matters!

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For the first time in the three years, since the day I’d opened, Emery’s Espresso was closed on a Friday. The moment I opened my eyes to the burning grittiness left behind from crying all night I knew I had to call it. I was in no shape to work and I wasn’t about to have Amy’s day off ruined to cover my personal issues, so I called up Max and told him to take the day off- paid of course- before shooting the same in a text to my afternoon shifts.

Having taken care of the business for at least today, I felt a small sense of calmness settle around me. It was the first time I didn’t feel the overwhelming urge to cry since those FBI agents had walked into the café. It was a step in the right direction.

“I need coffee before anything,” I muttered to myself.

Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I shoved the blankets aside and got to my feet. I quickly stepped into my slippers and made my way toward the kitchen in search of much-needed caffeine, only to get distracted halfway there. The hall mirror caught my attention as I passed and I couldn’t help but step back into the frame to assess the damage.

Swollen and red eyes, check. Puffy raw cheeks, check. Lips dry and chewed all to hell, check.

I poked at my cheek tenderly, deciding I’d definitely need to apply my skincare regimen quickly to prevent permanent damage, before letting out a groan. Thankfully my brown curls weren’t too frizzy or crazy thanks to the loose ponytail I’d left it in, but I had a serious case of raccoon eye where my mascara and eyeliner had bled out during my crying fits. It only served to make the red veins peeking out around my hazel irises stand out that much more.

“Fuck, I’m a mess,” I sighed.

Tugging down my oversized t-shirt with a huff of disgust, I gave up on my self-exploration and returned to my previous adventure. Thankfully I had preground enough beans yesterday for a double shot and it took less time than expected to prepare my usual iced latte. The instant the sweet drink hit my tongue, all the stress of the world seemed to fade away. For the moment, life was fine again.

And then I remembered there was still work to be done. Despite closing the shop for the day, I still had to get in and take the weekly deposit to the bank before the bank closed. I also needed to get some groceries and plot out my possible alibi if they chose to arrest me for aiding and abetting.

Rather than jump straight into action, I took the time to sit at my kitchen table and stare out into the backyard. Surprisingly enough, the storm hadn’t produced nearly as much snow as was expected, and what had fallen was already beginning to melt away in the partial sun. We were supposedly due for more bad weather the next couple days though so who knew how long it would stay. As I sipped on my coffee, I let my thoughts wash away into a serene silence and simply existed. It wasn’t until I finished off the last drink that I allowed my brain to turn on once more.

After a much-needed shower that took way too long, I followed up with a quick blow-dry and style of my curls. Then came my usual serums and makeup before I snagged out a cute black knit sweater and high-waisted jeans that flattered my thicker curves with some knee-high boots. Once it was all said and done, I found myself sitting on the bed, scrolling on my phone- hesitating, stalling, debating. I had just opened my third social media app when reality set in.

“I guess I should get this over with,” I sighed heavily.

…

It was nearing four in the evening by the time I got done with my shopping and the subsequent organizing and unloading. Unfortunately, I had bought way more for both my house and the shop than previously expected. I hadn’t even stopped for lunch, too concerned with getting the tasks on my list out of the way in case the snow decided to start up once again. You never knew with Missouri weather. Not to mention, despite still being early in the evening, the sky was already darkening dangerously. I would even swear that precipitation was beginning to build in the air as I headed to the café door.

“Emery! There you are!”

Head snapping up in fear, I let out a sigh of relief as I finally spotted Alexander, one of my regulars, heading my way. I gave him a little wave as I pocketed my keys and turned toward him.

“Hey Alex, yeah, sorry, I’m not open today,” I informed him.

There was a look of surprise on his face before one of distress took over.

“Oh… ah, okay, I hope everything’s okay?” he asked.

I nodded with some off-handed comment about weather concerns and forced an apologetic smile to my lips.

“I get it. Well… See you tomorrow then.”

A twinge of guilt pierced my chest as he jammed his hands into his pockets and made to walk off. Alex was one of the main consumers of my coffee charity, coming at least once a day to warm up and get free coffee before going about his business. He was also one of the guys I was closest with, having heard his entire life story one evening over coffee and pastries when business was slow. Thus I knew that, despite doing his best to find a job with his physical limitations, he was having no luck in making ends meet for himself.

Biting my lip over my little inner debate, I finally gave in with a sigh and called out for him before he could get too far.

“I can brew you a quick cup if you help me bring in these groceries in, in return,” I told him, “Sound fair?”

The relief and joy that came to his face were well worth any extra time I’d have to spend there.

“I think I have food that I need to get out before tonight anyway, so this works out,” I added as I held the door open for him.

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“I don’t have to but it’s better than just throwing the food away, right?” I cut him off sternly.

A warm flush covered his cheeks as I propped the door open and he thanked me softly. I simply gave him a little nod in return before heading over to the bar. After starting the coffee, I led him out to the car, and, trip by trip, we unloaded the trunk. It was much quicker than if I had been the only one doing the heavy lifting and yet there was already snow beginning to fall again by the time we were done.

With a loud groan of relief, I shoved away the last bag and stood up slowly, stretching out my sore back and arms as I turned toward Alex.

“I can’t thank you enough. That would have been soo much worse alone,” I told him.

“Aw, it’s the least I can do after all you’ve done for me.”

A warmth filled my chest under his gratitude and I simply waved it off. At this point, it felt weird to accept any thanks for what I did. It was barely anything. I wished I could do more, really, especially because he was so young- almost young enough to be like a kid of mine. Before I could get too emotional over his words, I set about pouring us both a cup of coffee and slid his cup over before doctoring up my own.

“How have things been down at the camp anyway?” I asked as he poured some sugar into his coffee.

“Eh, not too bad,” he replied with a little smile, showcasing his adorably crooked eye teeth, “The guys have been helping me pool together some money to go see this faith healer.”

I couldn’t stop the wrinkle of my nose at the mention of a faith healer but quickly schooled my expression when he looked my way. I tried to keep a neutral tone in return.

“That sounds interesting,” I murmured.

Taking a sip of my drink, I watched as he did the same and a comfortable silence fell over us. Both our attentions were easily drawn to the fluffy flakes falling from the sky outside. It would be beautiful if it didn’t mean freezing temperatures and slick terrain.

After a few more moments of silence, I lifted from my perch against the counter with a groan and headed to the back room to collect any food that I could get rid of.

“I’ll bag this up and then we can-”

The ring of the bell above the door cut me off and I cursed quietly under my breath. I thought I’d locked the damn thing but apparently not. Blowing away a lock of hair from my face, I tried hard not to let my irritation show through my voice.

“Hey, I’m sorry but we’re closed. I’ll be open again tomorrow at five!” I called out, hoping that would be good enough to get the person to leave.

“Damn, and here I was hoping to cash in on that coffee offer.”

Before I realized what I was doing, the bag of pastries fell from my hands and I rushed out front to see if I was hearing that voice correctly. Euphoria and terror filled my throat as I found none other than Nick in the lobby, arms crossed over his strapping chest as he grinned my way.

“Nick! You’re back!” I gaped in wonder, “It’s been over a week! Where have you been? Are you okay?”

The worries flew from my lips uncontrollably, only serving to make his grin widen as he approached the counter. As Alex greeted him, I was reminded of my previous endeavor and quickly apologized to him.

“Sorry, Alex, let me get that food for you so you can get home before it’s too bad out,” I rushed out.

Neither man spoke as I dashed from the room. I was beyond grateful that neither one could see the way my hands shook as I rescued the bag from the floor and tossed the last bagel in. I took a moment to breathe, hoping to calm my racing heart, then headed back out with a smile plastered to my face.

“Here you go, hun,” I said as I handed the bag over to Alex, “You want me to top off your coffee before you go?”

There was a strange look that passed through his eyes as he looked between Nick and me, but he covered it up with a tight smile as he got to his feet.

“No thanks, Emery, this should be good. I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.

“Sure thing!” I replied, a real smile slipping out as he gave a little wave.

Once his retreating form passed the window, my attention instantly turned back to Nick. A flutter of nerves twitched in my gut as I hesitated on what to say, not sure if my earlier word vomit had made things even more awkward.

“How about that coffee?” he asked.

“Sure, yeah, uh could you go lock the door so we don’t get any more guests?” I replied as I snagged up a mug.

“Already trying to keep me all to yourself huh, doll?” he teased.

Gods, the way he sauntered across the floor should have been illegal. I quickly refocused on making sure I didn’t cover myself in scorching hot coffee the moment he flipped the lock over and prayed silently that he hadn’t noticed my gawking.

Once he took a seat across from me, I slid the cup his way and leaned my elbows on the countertop.

“So?” I implored quietly.

His eyebrows shot up in silent confusion before he let out a little “oh”.

“I’m flattered that you’re worried about me but trust me when I say I can take care of myself,” he chuckled, “I just had to go home to… take care of some business. I didn’t go as well as expected but we’re getting there.”

There was a telling weight in his words.

“I see. I’m sorry to hear that,” I murmured, “As much as I’m glad to see you, I’d kind of hoped you’d been away because you’d figured things out. Of course, that was before the mild panic attack that occurred when that guy died a few days ago.”

A flicker of something dark shot through his eyes but it was gone in an instant as he pulled his cup over and started stirring in things.

“Someone died?” he asked.

I nodded and explained, “Some real estate guy or something. There were actually two FBI agents here about it…”

I let my words trail off as I debated telling him about the other reason they were here. As if sensing my hesitation, those luminescent blue irises met my hazel ones with silent curiosity. My lip ached under the pressure of my teeth as I worried it anxiously but I quickly found I was no match for his intensity.

“They asked if I had seen you,” I finally admitted, so soft I wondered if he could even hear me.

My concerns were proved wrong by the way he shifted almost imperceptibly.

“Did they say why they were asking for me?”

“Said you might be a key witness,” I replied.

Nick let out a low sigh as his head dropped back. I could see the muscles in his jaw clench as his hands mimicked the motion on the countertop. I tried not to let the darker thoughts in the back of my mind take over but they were released the moment a deep growl emanated from his form.

“What did these two happen to look like?” he asked, voice thick with frustration.

“U-Uhm, well, one was really really tall, like even taller than you, and the other was a little shorter. The tall one had longer hair and-”

Before I could finish, he let out a snarl and slammed his hands down on the counter hard enough to make the mug slosh. It took everything in me not to flinch away from the sound. I tried to figure out what to say, how to ask him why they were looking for him, and why he was so upset by it, but my mouth went dumb when I noticed he was staring me down.

“I’m almost afraid to ask but… what did you tell them, doll?”

There was a dangerous cadence to his voice, both smooth and threatening in a way that made my face hot. How the fuck was I still so attracted to this man after all this shit?! I seriously needed a mental evaluation.

“I- I told them I hadn’t seen you around but I’d call them if I did,” I answered truthfully.

One blonde brow arched gracefully and the tension seemed to slowly seep out of his form as his eyes searched my being. Assumedly finding what he was looking for, he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and leaned in closer.

“And why would you do that?” he asked.

“I’ve been asking myself that too.”

Face flushing as I realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud, I quickly apologized only for him to wave me off.

“I just- I don’t know,” I murmured after a few moments, “Hell, you could be a killer for all I know and yet… I lied for you. Kinda freaked myself out with that one.”

A long silence filled the air between us, making my little admission that much more daunting in my mind. To make matters worse, he wouldn’t stop staring at me. It was unnerving, as much as I enjoyed having the attention of someone so stunning. Rather than try to force information from him, I snagged up my lukewarm coffee and took a drink.

Nick followed suit before sitting the mug back down with a smack of his lips.

“I’d like to tell you what’s going on, believe me, but you wouldn’t understand a bit of it,” he sighed.

“Okay, uh, just tell me one thing,” I urged, “Am I going to have to come up with an alibi if they find you?”

His sudden laughter was startling but the boisterous sound of it quickly soothed my concerns and brought a heat to my face. I wasn’t sure what he found so funny but I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying his amusement. He was somehow even more attractive when he was smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth and the laugh lines more prominent against his skin. When he finally calmed down enough to breathe, he took another drink of coffee and let out a much smaller chuckle.

“No, no you won’t,” he eventually answered, “I do love that that’s your worry though.”

Cheeks burning even hotter, I mumbled out a flimsy excuse around the rim of my cup as I slugged down a big gulp of my drink. My embarrassment was easily forgotten when he suddenly sat up and looked out the window as if looking for something.

“Is everything okay?” I inquired, gaze looking to the window in hopes of seeing what he was.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, bitterness lacing his voice as he got to his feet, “I just forgot I was supposed to meet one of my brothers about- well, that’s not important.”

“Oh.”

I couldn’t help but wince at the obvious disappointment in my tone but tried to cover it up with a smile when he finally turned back to me. I must not have been too good at it because there was a faint smirk tilting up the corners of his lips.

“Don’t worry, doll, I won’t stay away as long this time,” he assured me teasingly.

“Do- Do you need a ride or anything?” I asked.

“Nah, we’re not meeting too far away,” he replied easily, “Thanks again for the coffee.”

My throat felt thick with emotion as I told him it was no problem and watched him walk away. There was a sense of dread seating itself in the pit of my stomach as he paused at the door before tossing a smile my way.

“Better get home soon before it gets too bad out there.”

“Yeah, and you be safe too!” I called back.

My eyes fell to his half-empty mug and a heavy sigh escaped my lips as I already began worrying if I’d get to see him again.

Yeah, I was definitely certifiable.

"FUCK! The bank!"

#Supernatural Lucifer #Spn fanfic #supernatural lucifer fanfiction #lucifer in his human form #Lucifer/OFC

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copperdaisy · 11 months

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Tried to sleep but nope, awake again after an hour.

So instead I am trying to remember old Transformers OCs, because I know I made Beast Wars versions of most of them. I grew up with Beast Wars (and Beast Machines) so naturally I made suitable versions of my OCs to fit there as well. I just... can’t remember a lot of them, because I only did things with a small handful of them. The ones I do remember are:

Ladybird - Predacon. Beast mode is a Chilean blue eagle. Originally created as a Bayverse Decepticon whose alt mode is a silver Chrysler Crossfire.

Clipper - Maximal. Should be a Fuzor (wolf/cougar combo) technically but if updated to a RotB Maximal then her beast mode would be a red wolf. Originally created as a Transformers Animated Autobot (Earth born ‘bot created when an All Spark shard embedded itself into a sculpture made of recycled car parts.)

???? - Okay so I forgot the name of this one but they were a neutral party who tried to stay out of the conflict between Maximals and Predacons. Their beast mode was an Acrocanthosaurus. Not sure what a more modern beast mode would be.

I have a lot more Transformers OCs than just those three that I could swap over to fit in Rise of the Beasts, but some of them were Bayverse to start with. All they would need really is more time appropriate alt modes and adjustments to their stories to fit in with this new timeline.

(Yes, I know Bumblebee and RotB are not Bayverse, I’m just talking about the style of them. Look it is 5am and I have had more or less zero sleep since 7am yesterday, words are hard right now.)

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custardmylove · 3 months

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☘ Requiem for Yesterday // prologue + chapter 1

summary: Kobii is a boy who knows very little about most things, which isn't exactly ideal when faced with a very big landscape full of both creatures that won't hesitate to harm him and the local towns people not exactly welcoming him with open arms. But, that's fine, he has nothing to worry about. Not remembering where he came from? It's best to focus on the future! Not remembering his family? If they're not around, its for the best! Flashes of a godly figure he can't remember appear in his dreams and having a suspiciously similar phone to said godly figure that tells him every single task he should concern himself with doing? Well, that just makes it easier to manage tasks! warnings: none for this chapter! :D word count: 2.9k

notes: here's the first chapter of the fic that made me want to make a tumblr in the first place! This fic is a multi-chapter Pokemon Legends Arceus fic focused on an oc! It will have no ships unless canon and focuses on found family vibes mainly :D It's also available on A03 or Wattpad if they're more your jam. masterlist | chapter 1 | next chapter

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "You know I'm proud of you right?" Kobii stopped trying to battle the hotel's fitted sheets and turned to face his mother who was standing in the doorway with a soft smile on her face, the soft yellow glow of the lamps in the room illuminating the space. "Of course, I do, why?" He responded with a slightly confused tone. Sierra looked upon her son with nothing but pride and love, walking over to him and ruffling his hair. "You've grown so much during the last few months. You've helped countless people and made some lovely new friends. I hope you're ready for a pretty boring vacation in comparison to your last adventure." Kobii looked up at her before grinning,

"I think boring sounds really good right now." He leaned back out of range of any further hair ruffling, causing Sierra just to sigh with a smile. "I'm sure you'll think otherwise next week." She took one last look at her son and walked back to the doorway,

"I love you, don't stay up too late alright? I was thinking we could go to Mount Coronet and have a picnic tomorrow." Kobii nodded with a smile. "I won't, love you too. Goodnight mum." .

Kobii awoke to the taste of sand in his mouth, the third worst place for sand to be, a pounding headache and the sound of faint yelling in the distance that was slowly getting closer. So, perfectly normal. He thinks. Pushing himself up to sit up, he ignores the yelling that is in fact still getting closer and prioritises spitting out the sand that had invaded his mouth. In the back of his head, he has a small thought questioning why and how he got to be in such close proximity of said sand, but the reasoning behind such a thought is gone as soon as it came.

Sitting up, he was met with a relatively small beach and a sky that was currently progressing towards late afternoon. Another nudge to his hand pressed into the sand brought his attention away from the landscape and to a small creature. 'Cyndaquil, a fire type Pokémon.' The thought felt both familiar and foreign at the same time, although this didn't stop Kobii from giving the smiling creature a light, if not slightly confused, pat on the head. It let out a happy noise in response, along with two other noises from behind him which turned out to be two other Pokémon. 'Oshawott and Rowlett. Water type and grass type.'

Kobii kept his gaze on the two before the sound of heavy footsteps got closer. The footsteps belonged to a man dressed strangely. Why was it strange? Kobii himself didn't quite know why but in his mind it didn't quite fit. The man wore a white lab coat, waistcoat and black bowtie combo and a purple beanie with a white pom-pom. Instead of commenting on the bold if not clashing colours and themes, Kobii waited for the man to catch his breath once he reached where he was currently sitting on the sand. "My boy, are you alright?" The stranger asked, a genuine look of concern, if not also mixed with a bit of wonder, crossed his face as he took in the boy's appearance. A white shirt with short sleeves and short black pants one would wear in warmer weather. The stranger continued to speak before Kobii could even collect his thoughts enough to give the man a cohesive answer. "You gave me quite the shock falling from the sky like that," He spoke with a smile, "But thank goodness you seem unharmed!" Kobii wasn't quite sure what the man was on about but at least he didn't seem threatening, if the choice of headwear didn't point that out already. "... Who are you?" He stood up from the sand, much by the disappointment of Cyndaquil who seemed to be trying to nap on one of his feet. "I'd like to ask you the same! I mean...you did fall out of the SKY you understand?" Kobii did not understand. "Come now – Who in the world does that!?" The man asked quite bewildered, oblivious to the fact that the boy looked just as confused as he did in this moment; Although he did look Kobii over properly, perhaps to double check for serious injury. "I must say," He spoke thoughtfully, "Your clothing is...unusual. You wouldn't happen to have an acquaintance in these parts would you?" "Where.. exactly are these parts?" Kobii replied, slowly realising how strange the situation was becoming. And also, the headache that was forming in the back of his head. "Why, this is Prelude Beach of course." The man's look became slightly worrisome as he continued,

"Dear me, did the shock of your fall somehow addle your memory?" He asked. Kobii himself took a moment to think about it before shrugging,

"Can't say the name is ringing any Chinglings for me." 'What is a Chingling?' Kobii just said it like it was normal, but he couldn't seem to actually pinpoint what a Chingling was. Perhaps a device? The man continued unaware of Kobii's dilemma.

"I see...you seem to be in a bit of a pickle. Might I offer some directions? Do you have anywhere around here you could stay?" Despite his mind urging him to nod, he shook his head.

"Doubt it.." He mumbled. The man frowned.

"So you don't know anyone here, and you don't even know where to spend the night...Well...this is a proper pickle indeed." He said unhelpfully.

"Are you quite sure you'll be able to survive?" At first the question seemed a bit out of pocket for one to say, especially to someone of his age, he's only fourteen! But just as soon as he thought of that, he also couldn't come up with why that would be. Kobii resolved on just shaking his head again.

"I see..." The man grinned and nodded as if making up his mind on an important decision.

"Well, no gentleman would abandon a person in such need!" He exclaimed, much to the relief of Kobii. It was then that the three Pokémon who had previously been waiting at Kobii's feet decided they didn't have enough attention and decided to make themselves relevant again.

"Oh my, I'd completely forgotten!" The stranger said, focusing his gaze onto the Pokémon.

"I had just caught up with these three runaway Pokémon when you tumbled out of the sky...It's almost as if they knew you'd appear here!" The man grinned. Kobii doubted it but when he looked down at them, the three creatures seemed to give him playful expressions. Huh.

"Ah, but do you even know what a Pokémon is?" This made Kobii focus back onto the man. Although he himself didn't exactly know what a Pokémon was, he found that he felt compelled to nod. And after all, he did recognise these three somehow so maybe the growing headache he had was to blame? He nodded. The stranger seemed happy with his answer.

"My, that's a relief! Though you fell from the sky, it seems we have some common ground, eh?" Before Kobii could even respond to his comments, he kept speaking.

"Yes, well, these three Pokémon belong to me, mysterious creatures that they are." The Pokémon at Kobii's feet, moved to chase each other around the man's feet, happily chatting amongst themselves in their own ways. He smiled and crossed his arms, looking up once again.

"Oh yes, and...what might your name be?" "Kobii." He responded immediately. Although his mind was a mess at the moment, he was sure of this. The man nodded.

"Oho, so you're called Kobii! That name has quite the ring to it! I imagine it must have some lovely meaning." The man grinned and crossed his arms, before his expression became one of surprise.

"Oh, but I do apologize! I haven't even introduced myself! My name is Laventon. I am something of a Pokémon Professor."

'Pokémon Professor..' The term sounded familiar to Kobii although he couldn't pinpoint if it was because he knew of some other person with the role, or it was purely because he had heard of the role before. Professor Laventon continued on, not seeming to notice the boy's slight confusion or recognition of the term.

"That is to say, I'm a scholar seeking to deepen our understanding of Pokémon." He nodded to himself, as if used to people not fully understanding what the term meant. "Yes, Pokémon such as these three here, whi-" As soon as Laventon had turned to gesture to the three creatures, they turned and ran up the beach, past a slightly run down wooden hut and around a grassy corner.

"Oh blast and bother! My darling Pokémon! Why must you run from me again!?" The professor exclaimed, looking he was just about to give chase before turning back to Kobii,

"I'm terribly sorry, but do you think you could help me round them up? I beg you!" He seemed desperate, perhaps Pokémon were a lot more dangerous than Kobii thought? Without waiting for a response, Laventon turned and started to run after the creatures.

"Wait you three! Waiiiit!" Kobii took this moment to put a hand to his head and take a deep breath, the Professor's yelling not helping his now growing headache. He took one breath in, one breath out, and looked out to the seemingly never ending ocean behind him, rolling blue waves crashing against the sand and a small wooden boat tied to an equally small wooden dock. Taking one last moment to enjoy the almost quiet scenery, Kobii started to walk towards the sounds of Laventon's pleas and the sounds of Pokémon.

He was close to the corner where the sounds of Laventon's struggle seemed to be coming from when something shining on the ground to his left caught his attention. Stepping closer to it, although with slight caution, quiet beeps coming from the object could be heard. He took a few steps closer to it before carefully picking it up. A black smooth surface with a hard white outer case and strange yellow details, a few shiny green gems were on it too.

'A phone with a weird case..' Kobii didn't even bother trying to ponder how he knew what a phone was or how he forgot what it was in the first place. He turned it over in his hands a few times before looking at the shut off screen again. Suddenly the screen flickered to life, causing Kobii to nearly drop the device. A single message was displayed; 'I bestow upon thee this Arc Phone and thy mission: seek out all Pokémon.'

Huh. All Pokémon... Kobii himself felt a tiny bit of dread at the thought of seeking out all Pokémon, despite not knowing how many Pokémon there even were. He guessed it was probably more than ten. Not wanting to dwell on it more, he slipped the newly dubbed Arc Phone into a pocket in his shorts and continued to walk towards where he assumed Laventon was struggling trying to catch the three Pokémon from earlier.

Kobii walked up to Laventon, who was standing in the middle of a small field, the ground below them dirt from constant foot traffic he assumed. The professor sighed, shaking his head.

"Alas... yet another miss!" Hearing Kobii's approach, he turned around with a smile, his failures seeming to not dampen his mood as much as one thought they would.

"Aha! I'm glad you've come to my rescue, my new friend from the sky!" He didn't bother asking what the professor meant by that, surely he didn't actually fall from the sky. Right?

"I tried catching my little runaways by tossing some poke balls their way, but I'm not the best at this sort of thing you see..." He explained, with a troubled expression, crossing his arms once again.

"I'd love to give you a go at it, but perhaps I should tell you more about these three first?" For once, he seemed to wait for Kobii to give his own response, he promptly nodded.

Laventon smiled and turned to point to the most birdlike out of the three creatures, who was scratching around on a small grassy incline.

"Now, that one is Rowlet!" 'So I was right..' Kobii noted as the Professor continued.

"Rowlet can photosynthesize like a plant and apparently it uses it battles using it's sharp feathers." With that, Rowlet stopped scratching around to stretch out it's short brown wings and let out a krooing sound. Laventon then pointed to the one Kobii had recognised to be Cyndaquil, it was darting around some rocks on a dirt patch, the flames on it's back flaring up occasionally.

"That one over there is Cyndaquil! The fire burning on Cyndaquil's back will flare up whenever it is surprised or irate." And just like that, Cyndaquil came to a skidding stop and stretched, the flames on it's back flaring up for a moment before it continued to race around.

And finally, Laventon directed his attention over towards the last creature who was investigating the small shallow pond.

"The Pokémon by the pond is Oshawott. Oshawott naps while floating on the water, and it can battle using the shell like object on it's belly!" Even though the small facts the Professor offered were pretty obvious, Kobii could tell he seemed genuinely interested and excited with sharing his knowledge on them with someone else.

"Oh my! I nearly forgot to cover the most crucial thing—How to go about catching a Pokémon!" As Laventon turned to face Kobii, he felt the strangest feeling of déjà vu, nearly as if he had been in this exact situation before and heard a phrase startingly similar. Something in the back of his mind told him to be ready to hold something. What that something was, Kobii wasn't quite sure.

Reaching into the pockets of his white coat, Laventon pulled out a singular ball and handed it to him with a smile.

"Here you are, my boy: Poke balls! Throw these at Pokémon to catch them!" Kobii looked over the smooth wooden ball, tracing his fingers over the cool metal clasp. For a moment, he thought to ask why it was made of wood, but he couldn't think of why it wouldn't be made of wood. For some strange reason, the fact it was a more vermilion and light brown instead of bright red and pure white made him feel a bit strange in a way he couldn't pinpoint.

Assuming Kobii's examination of the balls to be one of unfamiliarity, Laventon continued on with his explanation, "Ah, but that won't do for an explanation, will it? I do apologize. Let me be more thorough." He grinned.

"Now, I've mentioned already that Pokémon are strange, marvellous creatures. What's so strange about them you ask?" Laventon continued, starting a spiel that Kobii thought sounded oddly like he had either rehearsed it or had said it multiple times.

"Well, each and every Pokémon is able to shrink itself down to miniscule size!" As ridiculous and far fetched that idea sounded, it also didn't sound all that surprising or far fetched to him.

"And that's where poke balls come in!" He nodded along as he spoke with a grin, "Poke balls are a recent invention, you see. Throw one at a Pokémon and why, the Pokémon will shrink down and fit inside the ball, comfy as can be!" The small pit of unease and slight distress that had been at the bottom of Kobii's stomach since he had awoken on the beach grew tenfold as soon as he heard about the poke balls, more specifically how recently they had been invented, but yet again, he couldn't tell why he felt this way.

"And with that, you've caught a Pokémon!" The professor grinned as he finished his explanation. Kobii hoped his growing worry wasn't visible on his face.

"I know we've just met, but I have no one else to turn to," He shook his head with a slight frown, "I'd be awfully grateful if you could catch my three runaways!" He held his hands in a pleading motion. Well, Kobii already had the poke ball in his hand, which he couldn't say didn't give him a little sense of comfort for whatever reason. With that, he slowly nodded.

"Um, I can try?" To be honest, he couldn't tell if he'd be able to accomplish the task if even a Pokémon Professor couldn't, but again, he had a feeling in his gut that he'd be fine. Even if his answer didn't exactly scream confidence, Laventon smiled nonetheless,

"Now, the proper technique is to take aim at the Pokémon, then let the ball fly—it's quite simple!" He then seemed to deflate a little as he continued to speak.

"Though, far be it from me to say so, I suppose, given my own dire lack of skill in this area."

"W-well, at least you're good at explaining it? I think I've got the idea." Kobii tried to console, although he hadn't actually seen the Professor's skill or lack thereof. However, he seemed to appreciate it anyways.

"Exactly! Now, go and try it for yourself! I will wait here so I don't accidently spook them." He grinned and offered a thumbs up. With that vote of confidence, Kobii turned to face the field and choose which Pokémon he would try to catch first...

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ORBIT CULTURE: DESCENT (2023, Seek & Strike)

Written by: Antonio Jovanović.

I remember it like it was yesterday: it was one of these weekend curfews during the Covid-19 pandemic I had nothing better to do than to drink and roam through Youtube and Bandcamp for some cool new tunes.

Just when a video of Shadow of Intent’s Gravesinger ended, I saw a thumbnail for Saw by Orbit Culture. I clicked on it and the first moments were ecstatic. By the time I reached the chorus I had to pause the song, put down my headphones, call my wife and tell her to drop whatever she was doing and listen to the song with me from the start.

By the end of the track our jaws have already hit our neighbor’s floor – we were stunned by what we have heard…

To cut the chase: Orbit Culture became my favorite band at the dayspring of my forties. Besides that, their music (especially album Nija) have helped me to deal with some demons that have been around for some time.

Now, you must guess that writing about this album is not an easy task, not to mention that it’s goddamn hard not to be biased. So I will be as honest as a devoted fan can be.

I actually really don’t like going through each song separately and I’ve never wrote about any album that way, but since it’s Eksjö crew‘ latest long-playing release I will make an exception.

Nija is my favorite album, period. Because of that I (shame on me) hoped that Descent is not going to be better, haha. I mean, of course I wished for it to be mere than amazing (and it was), but I also wanted it to be a “good old Orbit Culture, yet somewhat different”. Guess what – it was. Thanks, guys.

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Vultures of North single gave us not that many clues about the whole deal at the time it was released. Sure, it was kicking asses all the way and had that catchy “...beware of the antlers” part which reminded me of Cannibal Corpse’s “...you got to kill or become” verses – anyone could repeat it endlessly under the shower or while waiting in the cash register cue at the mall. Oh, and the video was amazing, giving me some Leshen goosebumps at the moment.

Bootleg clips of Alienated were a hit under the belt – fans were starving for the new stuff and they needed it as soon as possible. The song sounded really good, but not as good as it was during the album listening. The shortest song on the whole record (excluding intro) and because of that it is perfect for performing live – the crowd will always go crazy after it. While the chorus has mostly clean vocals, harshly growls hit at the perfect point, so the auditorium can shift into the frantic mode.

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Even before the first verse of From the Inside started I knew that not only the song itself is going to be outstanding, but the whole album. Nick and the gang really know the business, they know when is the perfect time to release appropriate single, they are well aware how their always growing fan-base is breathing.

So, when you combine melancholic, yet powerful tunes with a grimy frost-covered landscapes, you know that it is what the crowd wants. Yeah, some of us may have somewhat good lives, but deep inside we all fell the ruthless coldness of this decayed world.

The first thing I liked about about the Black Mountain is the rhythmical spelling growls during “I feel lost, but so home” part – things like that I simply adore. Oh, and the drumming is the top tier, by all means! Chorus with clean vocals? Yeap, that fits my vision of a perfect blend of melancholic melodeath with a touch of melodic groove metal that went through existential crisis.

Sorrower is a sort of a bridge between two tracks. It is definitely not a filler nor it sounds bad – on the contrary! But it doesn’t have the same powerful feel as it predecessor, although it is one of these songs that can always make the crowd go nuts, especially when the solo hits up.

Jump to the Aisle of Fire, the song that explains the album’s premise. It is definitely my favorite track since it is (at the same time) typical OC tune, but it also has some Amorphis’ Tuonela vibes (can’t really explain why it reminds me of it).

Verses like "You just wait till you're older" brought me a quarter of century back, to the point when these “well-intended” creatures tried to mold me in their own shape (and failed miserably). And after all of these years of struggle, after all the shitstorms I went through to keep my true self, the reality is that “there's something I lost through time, and it's me”.

Yeap, ladies and gentlemen – me and a dozens and dozens and dozens of people out there have lost (at least a portion of) ourselves. It is not a repentless crime: it is a modern life itself. We all have done some things that we are not proud of, things that are not a core of our beings. But, we all have to go through the “social blizzard” every single day, to fight all of these not-so-small fights. And as honorable anyone of us can be, sometimes we have to bite the bullet and to go down with the corporate world's stream, which is a true shame. Things shouldn’t be like that, but they still are and they’re going to be that way for a long, long time

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So, here comes a Descent of a being, this madness that is all around it. We have failed as a race. We have failed in every way possible. A tragedy of an individual is a tragedy of the whole collective.

Have you ever felt that you’re losing your mind? Burden of everything that you carry every single day; the pressure at your working place, family issues, constant fighting, alcohol abuse… It looks like there are no tools to fix anything and the only thing each of us can do is to embrace the fall into the void.

“I stand alone, on the hill that's reaching tall!“

To feel this way is not necessarily a bad thing: some battles are truly just your own. And even if they are harder than hell itself they must be fought. In the end you are not going through the ordeal only for your own sake, but also for the people you care about.

Through Time came as an outstanding outro to the complete descending saga. It sounded like a Heavenwood rip-off (and I cherish it completely): depressive, without the slightest bit of hope. Forthcoming end is near and making peace with the eternal nothingness seems like the next best thing in the world.

“I know there is nothing decided, but I know you'll believe in what I say, You don't belong in this darkness I'll take us down…”

And once again in the Orbit Culture’s lyrics I have found my own thoughts that I am afraid to speak out loud.

It is another reason why so many people like the band: they are shrinks we need, professionals that are not going to lie to us that things are going to be better. No! Everything is already screwed-up beyond repair, therefore we can only accept it, deal with it and to go through it any way possible.

Can you guess what have I done when I finally listened to the whole album? I played it again. And again. It was a proof that showed that Orbit Culture have a feel, knowledge, resource and (above everything else) a talent to create an album that is (at the same time) going to be a leech that will stay with its host for an eternity and is also going to generate new fan-base.

Descent is a long term product. When Shaman EP was announced, I was pretty sceptical whether it was a good move to release new material that soon after the groundbreaking album. And I was so, so wrong – those songs put the band even higher on the metal world’ ladder. Four new songs, four different approaches.

Pre-Nija fans already knew that OC is amazing, but the rest of the scene had yet to see it. Sure, it is easy to say: “Go and listen to the band’s complete opus,” but it’s not that simple. Music business works differently these days: you need to to show versatility with each song you publish and (above everything) you have to make the crowd beg for more.

That is why I think that Undercity is a hidden gem – it sounds like a leftover from Nija, but at the same time it has a strength of its own.

And that is why I said that this album is a long term product: Orbit Culture is currently touring with a lot of really big names for the last two years. But, they actually deserve to be the ones who are the headliners. Why, you might ask. Well, it is because they really act different – their whole persona is completely opposite of the bands that are in the headlines of Metal Injection or Blabbermouth and that is fucking awesome.

Since I had a chance to meet them, I can say that Niklas, Richard, Fredrik and Christopher are polite, well-mannered guys who respect everyone who reach to them, they don’t mind to do some (not that) small talks and to simply hang out (and catch a couple of photos) with people who appreciate their effort.

While we can appreciate Rasen, Redfog and Nija as works of art, people who made them have a mouth to feed. While metal can be (and still is) rebellious, there are some fees that any outcast has to pay. And I am not condemning – I am supporting it (since I am also a sort of an artist). And from the standpoint of Orbit Culture I am all for it!

Sure, it is quite likely that a band that gets into a situation where they have to fulfill a contract with the label can make some generic tunes, but not in this case. Every track on Descent has already passed the test of time.

Transition between songs is really good: the pacing is outstanding and the flow is almost flawless. There are no “filler” songs – tracks that are made to just buy some time between two “bangers”. On the other hand, there are no tracks as North Star of Nija, Strangler of I, the Wolf and that is (somewhat) a deal-breaker.

I must repeat that this Descent is really good release. It suits both the hardcore fans, as same as the new ones. It is a lighthouse that will gather admirers of the modern melogroove and melodeath in one grandiose haven. On top of all of that, the individual quality of each track is going to help the pack become bigger and bigger in the future.

Links: https://www.orbitculture.com/ https://www.facebook.com/OrbitCulture https://www.instagram.com/orbitculture/ https://twitter.com/orbitculture https://www.youtube.com/user/OrbitCultureOfficial https://orbitculture.bandcamp.com/music https://open.spotify.com/artist/7k29FbDq69ju2fe6zTskxY https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/6199896

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"Do you think he will notice my new hat, Toinette?"

After pinning her hat to her hair, Antoine, the eldest of the De Beaumont's siblings, turned to answer her youngest sister. But when she looked toward her, she couldn't help the small clench in her chest at her sister's hopeful face.

Colette was wearing one of Antoine's own old robes, that she herself had adjusted so that it would fit her.

The garments´cut was outdated, and even if she had done her best to preserve them, she could see they were starting to wear out; the straw in her own hat lost its shine and the ribbon attached to it was stitched here and there, stitches she herself had placed.

Much like their own dresses -much like everything they had in their small cottage - nothing was up to date with the latest fashion.

But as Antoine let her eyes run all over her sister's figure, she stopped to look at the hat that was sitting on Colette's auburn ringlets, the only fashionable item of all her ensemble.

It had cost a pretty penny, Antoine thought, as she remembered how much she herself had quarreled with her twin, Mathias, so that they could save enough money to buy their sister a hat to impress the man her heart was yearning for.

She pursed her lips at the thought of the man himself: Monsieur Arno Dorian, a close friend of Mathias and the ward of the propertied De La Serre family, a dandy with brooding eyes, a penchant for snark, and a love for the bottle that didn't make him the least agreeable to her presence.

Although Mathias had sworn he had aplenty, Antoine failed to appreciate his good qualities; And yet, her sweet, witty sister was absolutely besotted with him, to the point Antoine had no heart to remind her that they were a family with no rank, sometimes even unable to buy the food they all needed to survive.

And when Lady Dorothea had organized a picnic to celebrate the arrival of summer and issued an invitation to them as well, Antoine, despite her reservations, had had no qualms accepting it, knowing fully well that Arno Dorian - the dandy himself - would be there.

Both twins had agreed to forgo buying beef for two weeks, to afford that precious little hat and bring their sister the happiness she so much deserved, after so many tribulations and so much sorrow.

With a sigh and a sweet smile that only Colette could bring out of her, Antoine took the silk ribbons of her sister's hat, and started to tie them in an elegant knot. Once she was done, she kissed her sister's nose, and pinched her cheeks, not unkindly.

"If he has any wit to himself, he will notice you, dearest," she said as she kissed her sister's nose, before pinching her cheeks with gentleness. "Now, let us go. We cannot let Lady Dorothea wait upon us."

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Hello hello!

I am back!

Sort of!

After spending the last few days fully immersed in Jane Austen's books and movies, I feel like I am steadily getting better (fingers crossed and knocking on wood, for good measure).

Not going to lie, literally drowning in all my comfort books and movies DID help soothe my poor brain, and I found myself inspired by them all as well.

So, I started doing some sketches pertinent to the Regency Era with -you guessed it - my beloved sons and daughters from Assassin's Creed, and I came up with an idea with all my ocs and their loved one (canon and ocs) and it's now brewing in my brain, bubbling away.

Also, I think I might have found a way to colour my drawing in a way that's not too exterting on me and my psyche, and yet, at the same time, it's still pleasant to the sight.

I am quite happy with the result, I have to say! <3

So, allow me to offer this small artwork and drabble that I worked on yesterday, featuring my dearest Unity daughters, Antoine and Colette.

This is VERY MUCH inspired by my most favourite among Jane Austen's works, Sense and Sensibility.

Seriously, I just ABSOLUTELY adore it, as well the movie AND the tvseries (which, hilariously enough, was what actually gave me the idea to create a whole AU)

Well, I hope you like this! <3

--Nemo

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed Unity #Assassin's Creed ocs #Jane Austen #Sense and Sensibility #Pride and Prejudice #regency #Antoine De Beaumont #Colette De Beaumont #nemo sketches #my art #my oc #ocfairygodmother #ocappreciation

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rmdently · 2 years

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04 | ikea bed shopping

pairing: sub teacher!jungkook x teacher!fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, comfort, slice of life, slow burn, abbott elementary au, teacher au, co-worker au

rating: pg-13

synopsis: You don't know why Jungkook has been avoiding you.

warnings/tags: jealous jk, oblivious oc, jiminie and his mom are v cute, jin is like oc's brother, loosely based on janine and gregory’s conversation in ep 4

w/c: 1,603

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Jungkook has a few soccer balls tucked under his arms. Beads of sweat formed on his temples. His hair was swept back and wet because of how much he perspired. A whistle hung around the collar of his Dri-FIT football drill top. He taught the kids soccer this morning. When he demonstrated the drills, including a few tricks here and there, they roared in applause.

Yeah, well, he wasn’t varsity soccer captain for nothing.

On the way to the storage room, he knew he would pass by your classroom.

He looks around him before stopping in front of its door.

He cranes his neck, up, up, only for him to see you’re not in there. His lips automatically turn downward, and his shoulders deflate.

That proved to be wrong when the door suddenly swings open.

You gasp, taking him in.

He stands there, eyes wide, frozen. He nearly dropped the balls.

“Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you greet, composure overtaking your previous look of surprise.

He smiles sheepishly. “G-good morning, Ms. L/N.”

You glance down at the soccer balls. “Do you need help carrying those?”

He shakes his head vigorously, it has his puffy cheeks wobbling. “Oh, no, no! I can manage!”

“Alright,” you relent. “Um, by the way, I want to thank you again for yesterday.”

“That’s... that’s nothing! I had fun,” he says, blushing.

“Me too!” you reply with a quiet laugh.

At first, the possibility of him screwing this whole thing up early on terrified him. He had never been good with words, much less with a woman.

Another voice within him reasoned that you are not just a woman. You are Y/N.

That, paired with Namjoon’s words of wisdom, led him to take the leap of asking you out, even if it’s under the thinly-veiled excuse of grabbing lunch together as colleagues, which was a decision he was proud of himself for making.

Also, in most cases, it was Jungkook who does the listening, but yesterday, at lunch, it was you who asked him a lot of questions, and eventually made him feel so at ease that he didn’t realize he was starting to share random things about himself on his own.

He told you he loves playing video games, and that he sometimes streams his gameplays.

He told you he's a self-taught photographer and video editor. His parents gifted him a camera on his 18th birthday. He developed an interest in those fields of art that he took summer jobs, so he could buy more equipment.

He told you that doing laundry relaxes him, to which you gave him an incredulous look because you still struggle with it.

When it was your turn, you told him you love reading books and cross-stitching.

You told him that you wanted to adopt a dog from a rescue house for so long, and you'll do everything to be a good fur parent because you're not sure if you want to have actual babies in the future.

You told him you always order the same matcha latte at the café two blocks from the school on your commute home.

“Oh, wait! I almost forgot!” You snap your fingers, trying to remember what you wanted to say.

“Hmm?"

“I’m planning to buy a bed for Kevin at IKEA later after work. Unfortunately, I don't have an eye for stuff like that, though."

He blanches.

"Kevin?”

You're giggling, and it pierces right through him.

"Yeah,” you shrug. “Do you wanna come with me, and help me choose?"

He didn’t mean to sound so intrigued and shocked.

Besides, who was he kidding? You’re beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and extremely smart.

Of course, you have a boyfriend.

And what did you just say you were gonna do?

Buy a bed?

He shakes his head as if it would also shake the thought off.

“You okay?” you ask, eyebrows raised.

“Y-yeah, yeah... I’m okay,” he states, voice a little hoarse.

“Are you sure?” A knot forms between your eyebrows, your fingers twitch like they want to reach out to him, but you restrain yourself, putting your hands behind your back.

Stepping back, he adds, “I’m cool, I’m fine.”

He looks anything but.

He then realizes he hasn’t answered your question yet, so he quickly says, “Um, I wish I could help you, but I actually have to go home early. Uh... family stuff.”

“Yes, of course!” You nod in understanding. “Family first.”

A beat of silence.

“Well... I gotta get these back to the storage room." He gestures to the soccer balls.

"See you around, Mr. Jeon."

He smiles before going on his way, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You try not to think about Jungkook’s apparent shift in behavior the rest of the day.

Still, he managed to seep through the crevices of your mind.

You rack your brain trying to recall if there was something you did that he might’ve found offensive.

All your attempts were unsuccessful.

After class dismissal, you texted Jin, your senior and one of the very few people from your alma mater you remain in contact with, to ask if he could pick you up, and accompany you to IKEA.

A few minutes later, your phone screen lights up.

Sure, be there in 20

The corner of your lips lifts up in a half-smile.

It's been a while since the two of you caught up in person.

He's been extremely busy, especially since he recently got promoted, while you got your hands full as well, what with the long list of responsibilities you have as a teacher, most of which are above your paygrade. To quote the now-retired Ms. Park on your first week at Busan Elementary:

“We have to be able to do it all. We are admin. We are social workers. We are therapists. We are second parents. Sometimes, we’re even first.”

You remember how excited she was every Friday because his son, Jimin, comes to pick her up, so they could have lunch together.

She once tried to set the two of you up, but you politely declined, and explained to her you weren’t ready for a relationship yet.

Your trip down memory lane was cut short when a sleek black car stops in front of you on the sidewalk. The passenger door opens, and you hop in.

"Hey, how was work?” Jin asks, still in his work attire—a white long-sleeve polo and black slacks, eyes focused on the road.

“How about we answer that together?” you suggest.

“Okay,” he agrees, “in three, two, one...”

“Horrible.” “Depressing.”

Jin arches an eyebrow. “What did the principal do this time?”

“Hmm, let’s see... used the emergency budget to put up a tarp of her face in front of the school, and get herself a foot spa machine? All while the requests for school supplies and rugs remain unattended to?”

He clicks his tongue while shaking his head.

“And uh... I think my co-worker's avoiding me?”

Even the words taste bitter on your tongue.

"Oh, that's new..." Jin remarks. You roll your eyes.

"Tell me about it," he urges on.

You heave an exhale.

"The new sub teacher and I are now friends. And um, no offense, he was the first person I asked to go with me."

He waves a hand dismissively. "None taken. And then?"

"Told him I was gonna buy a bed for Kevin because I'm finally taking him home today. Then, he just... I don't know... looked dejected?"

"Wait, who's Kevin?"

You groan.

"I told you about him last week!"

He squints his eyes as he mentally rummages through the Jin-and-Y/N conversations archive.

"Ohhh... ohhh..."

He purses his lips before he starts snickering.

You place your hand over your chest in offense. "Excuse me, what's happening here?"

"I could be wrong—" he snickers again, "—so I won't tell you. You'll eventually figure it out yourself, anyway."

"What?! Do men have an unspoken language all this time, and I'm unlucky enough to know about it just now?"

"You two are cute," Jin coos, patting your head while his other hand is still on the wheel. "Ouch! Stop pinching me, I'm driving!"

Jungkook avoided you for the better part of the day.

He needed to get you off of his mind, so he took Namjoon out for lunch for real this time.

He even asked—pleaded him to stay at his apartment for a bit.

“Hey, be honest. Did something happen?” Namjoon asks, sitting down on the couch, handing Jungkook one of the canned beers they bought at the grocery store earlier.

“W-what? No! I was just, uh, feeling drained. Taught the kids soccer today.”

He opens the can with ease, and takes big successive gulps that the can felt lighter in his hand instantly.

“You want me to believe that as if you didn’t almost drag me out of the school premises just so we can leave immediately.”

Jungkook’s cheeks tinge with red.

"Didn't even say goodbye to Y/N?" Namjoon teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I was hungry!” he retorts.

Namjoon scoffs, taking his phone out of his trouser pocket.

He scrolls leisurely on his Facebook news feed until he pauses, finger merely hovering on the screen, on a certain post.

“Oh, would you look at that,” he says, an amused smile on his face.

“What is it?” Jungkook scoots closer to him.

Namjoon turns his phone to Jungkook.

It’s a selfie of you, with a golden retriever pup sleeping on a small, fluffy bed in the background.

The caption reads:

Kevin is finally home!

Jungkook's beer drops from his hand, and spills over the carpet.

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Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 13

Summary: Andy heads back to the East Coast for a day, leaving a very nervous you behind.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, angst

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 5.1k

Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 12

“You have his eyes.”

Andy remembered that line as if it had been spoken to him yesterday. It had sucked all the air from his lungs, the mere thought he could be anything like the scum bag that sat opposite him now behind the thick, Perspex security screen made his skin crawl.

When he’d walked out of this prison the last time, he’d sworn he would never return. Hell, he’d only gone in the first place because Jacob needed him too. But here he was, once more. And just like before this was because someone needed him.

You.

With a deep breath, he grit his teeth and reached for the phone set, his eyes locked on those of his father's.

“You’re welcome,” Billy’s raspy tone spoke before Andy got the chance and he merely glared back, his jaw ticking.

“What exactly am I supposed to be thanking you for?”

“O’Leary told me about the incident on your porch, good job he was there-“

“How the fuck did you find me?”

“You know for someone who’s incredibly smart you’re so fucking stupid. The Yale case, the double homicide? Your face was all over the news.”

“Fuck you.”

"Is that the way a son should talk to his father?"

“You’re my father in nothing but name.”

"Okay, how ‘bout you cut the shit, asshole. You're here to see me."

Andy rolled his eyes and looked away as he spoke, “the Drysdales. How did you know they’d be coming for Y/N?”

Andy’s eyes turned back to Billy who looked at him, before he raised his eyebrows, “call it a hunch, as soon as I found out they knew what your little bird had done I figured they’d come calling one way or another.”

“Why didn’t they go to the police?”

“My guess?” Billy looked at him, “money. They want cash. They’re on their asses, and owe some nasty people. Same people that did Linda’s brother over a few years ago.”

“So they’re intending to blackmail her?”

"That's what the canary says."

Andy frowned at the mention of a canary, for it was the same bird type analogy he used when talking to you about the same person.

“Who else has the canary told?”

“No one. They told him to keep his mouth shut. Apparently, in exchange for his information and silence, they were gonna give him a hefty chunk of cash, foot his legal bill, and get some doctor they know to state he’s not of fit mind due to his addiction. Not a bad plan really, had it all worked out he’d have been out in six months and living the highlife…”

“What do you mean had it all worked out.”

“Fate is a fickle thing, ironic at the best of times.” Billy continued, his eyes never leaving Andy’s. “It appears he pissed his cell mate off, they found him with his throat slit this morning. Convenient, for you, don’t you think?”

“Seems that way,” Andy glowered at Billy, knowing full well what he was hinting at. But whether or not it was true, he didn’t want to know. Nor could he afford to be sentimental about morality. He was fighting for your life here, to keep you out of prison.

Lawyers have boundaries, I don’t. Not anymore.

“So he can’t tell anyone shit, and neither will anyone else in here who he was blabbing to.” Billy leaned back on his chair, “but the Drysdales however, they don’t strike me as the type of people who will stop until they get what they want. Wouldn’t be hard to get rid of them either and pass it off as-“

“I'll handle the Drysdales, you do nothing.” Andy cut him off, knowing full well that whilst that would be the easiest solution, burdening you with more guilt would cause you even more pain. He needed to be smart, beat them at their own game. And thanks to what his father had just told him, his original plan about how to do that so far seemed to check out.

"Your girl like the guard dog? I heard she talked to him…”

"No. But it was necessary."

"He's good, loyal. Does the job."

Disgust coiled in his belly as pure hatred filled his veins. Andy knew what he was talking about. And he felt sick. Patz. O'Leary and Patz.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Billy shook his head, “you didn’t mind him so much when he stopped that dead kids father from shanking Jacob in the-“

“Don’t you dare even say his name.” Andy spat, the blood pounding in his ears. "When this is over, I send your dog home and that's it. You don't call me, you don't send anyone else to my family, you stay the fuck out of it. For good."

"Listen here you mother fucker, I did you a favor. That's twice now, first my grandson and now your new bird. Don't say I didn't fucking care."

“Laurie and Jacob are dead because of what you did,” Andy spat, “so don’t you dare sit there and try and make out like you’re some kind of fucking patron saint.”

"I'm not the one who drove my Range Rover into a fucking turnpike tunnel."

“Fuck you!” Andy yelled, his fist slamming against the desk in front of him as he shook with rage.

"Is that all you got, why don't come on the other side here and show me what you think a real man is!"

“Oh you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Andy snarled, “you should be careful though, Dad… You don’t look so clever, little peaky round the gills… and I’m not that little kid who used to cower under the table anymore.”

"Oh you're not? Is that why you ran when they were gone? Run and hide? You like being a fucking coward? Your girl has more balls than you, you son of a bitch."

“You’re pathetic,” Andy scoffed, a dry chuckle escaping him. "We're done."

“Finally something we both agree on.”

Andy stood, the chair he was on sliding across the linoleum until it fell over. He was sweating, he was raging angry. He looked at the guard and stormed out of the conference room in which he just held court with his estranged father, sperm donor more like it.

He knew he shouldn’t let him get under his skin the way he did, but he couldn’t help it. But, if he could help it, that would be the last time he ever had to see him. Andy had noticed he looked a lot frailer than the last time he’d seen him, and with any hope, whatever ailment Billy may have been suffering from, would result in a very painful death.

****

It took all the strength you had not to stay home for the day after seeing Andy off so early in the morning. You'd driven him into Denver to catch his flight and drove back, clearly with a tail, but it wasn't going to change.

You didn't want to be home, a need to feel safe and secure around people you knew. But you didn't want to endanger anyone nor drag them into the horror you've now relived the last week.

Eva had looked at you, and immediately asked if you were well enough to be in, but you assured her you were merely tired after your alleged ‘sickness’ bug.

So you sat quietly in your office, the door closed, your phone on 'Do Not Disturb' and a request to the receptionist that if anyone, and you meant anyone were to come to see you in the lobby, you were to be called ahead of time.

It was just approaching lunch when Andy called, and you’d answered before your cell phone had even completed its first shrill.

"Hey," you said tiredly.

You weren't sure to ask how it went or how he was so you kept it simple.

“Hey, Angel. You okay?”

"Yeah, just tired. I came in straight from Denver."

“We’ll make sure you get home early, I can hitch a cab back from the airport.”

"No, it's okay, I'll finish out the day, maybe catch up on some stuff and then head to Denver to get you later."

“Angel, I want you safe, I can't do anything from where I am. Even with that piece of shit nearby. And I don’t want you driving if you’re tired, if anything happened to you-“

"Andy, please," you sighed.

"Y/N," he sighed right back.

"What's going on?"

“I lost two people I love to a car accident, I don’t wanna lose you to one either. Please, baby just…"

You grew silent. "I don't want to go home, Andy."

“Fahk,” you heard his soft curse.

"I'll be fine," you assured. "In fact, would it make you feel better if, maybe instead of going home, I napped here? Or got us a room near the airport?"

He paused and then chuckled, “you know, with those kind of negotiation skills you’d make a great lawyer. Okay, get us a room.”

“So, stupid question but how was it?”

"As I expected," Andy spat. "He's still a piece of shit.”

“Did he tell you why-“

“Yeah, and it’s exactly what we suspected. Money. They intend to blackmail you. But don’t worry, my other hunch appears so far to be checking out so let me do what I need to do and we can talk later.”

You took a deep breath and licked your lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay when he’s six foot under.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “I’m so sorry you had to see him again, and…”

"Stahp," Andy stated firmly. "No. Reverse. Gear."

“Okay.” You sniffed, the tears burning your sore eyes. “I love you.”

"I love you, too. I've got you. Okay?"

“I know.”

"I'll see you soon," Andy said softly.

“Yeah, bye.”

You set your cell down as the call ended and looked around your office. Scooting back from your desk, you walked over to your window. You'd been afraid to glance outside it all day until now.

Your view faced the courtyard, and just across from there you saw that familiar sedan that had been with you for pretty much the past week.

It wasn't a clear image, but you knew the man behind the wheel was a bald, burly man and he was your body guard for the week. It made you sick to know this is what your life had come to, but then again, you'd done this all to yourself and until now, on your own. You knew the idea was absolutely ludicrous, but in your heart you felt you owed Andy an immeasurable debt.

With a loud exhale, you shook your head and sat back down, looking up the number for the airport hotel to make your reservation. You felt better, knowing you didn’t have to go home without Andy, but as you thought about it, your relief faded once more to worry as you realised you were going to have to go home to pack you both a few things.

You bit your thumbnail before you decided no, you didn’t. You’d go into Denver a bit earlier and grab a few things from the shops. It was stupid, you knew this, but you were past trying to reason with yourself.

Right now, you simply wanted to make it through the day.

****

It was close to a three hour drive from where Andy had seen his father to where he was meeting Loguidice. He and the ADA were set to meet somewhere private off the beat and he knew just the place. If Blanc was meeting him later in the evening, there was a good chance the place was a hidden gem.

And that's where he would meet Neal.

Nelson's Whiskey Bar was definitely off the beat, dingy and equally just as sketchy but it would do the job.

Neal was already waiting when he arrived, which suited Andy fine. He only had an hour before Blanc was due to turn up so the sooner Neal gave him what he needed, the sooner he could fuck back off.

"Andy," Neal slid from the booth in greeting.

Andy quickly shook his hand and slipped right into the booth, opposite Neal. “Do you have it?”

Neal slid a large manilla folder across the table, bound with a rubber band. "I hope you find what you're looking for."

“So do I.” Andy placed his hand on the file and pulled it towards him.

“You gonna tell me what hunch you have?” Neal asked.

"No." He shook his head. "I told you, not until I know for sure."

"You gotta give me something here, Andy," Neal pressed.

“No, I don’t.” Andy shook his head. “The less you know the better, if nothing more so that if it does blow up in my face you remain blissfully ignorant.”

Neal sat back with a sigh. "At least your next step?"

“Still the tenacious, annoying little shit I see,” Andy’s lip quirked at the side and Neal snorted.

“You mentioned the doctor so I took the liberty of tracking him down. Soon after that case, he packed up here and left town. He’s practicing privately as a GP now in New York.”

"Good to know," Andy took mental note. "I appreciate this, I do. These people are worse than pieces of shit."

“Tell me about it,” Neal rolled his eyes, “you know, I get you can’t win em all but out of the cases I have lost, that one sticks in my throat the most. The evidence was fucking tight… and that diagnosis blew it all completely outta the water.”

"That's what flags this as bullshit.”

“Something is dirty, and it starts with the Drysdales."

"But, like I said, I won't know if what my gut says is true until I read this file."

“After the case, I did my own little investigation as, like I said, something wasn’t right.” Neal shrugged, “I even talked to Joanna. Didn’t get me very far, she never used Dr Ross in any of her cases. Said she couldn’t stand him. The way he used to leer over his staff members and interns made her skin itch, apparently.”

"Interesting....."

“Yeah, well his wandering eyes are part of the reason he skipped town, wife caught him in a compromising situation with his secretary. Unfortunately, having an affair doesn’t mean you’re shit at your job.”

"Doesn't make you an upstanding citizen either."

Neal snorted, “What does?” He checked his watch and sighed, “Andy, I’m sorry but I gotta go.”

"I'll call you." Andy nodded.

“Yeah,” Neal nodded as he stood up, “take care, huh?”

"You too," Andy again gave a firm single nod. "Loguidice..." Neal turned around. "Stop fucking your intern."

Neal flushed red, his mouth dropping open with the manner of a floundering fish, before he turned and made his way quickly out of the door.

With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Andy started thumbing through the case file, a fresh scotch landing at his table.

He skipped straight to the doctor's report, his teeth worrying at his lip. Neal was right, it didn’t make sense. Doctor Ross was one Andy himself had used once or twice before. And he’d used him in those particular cases as he was good. Unflappable.

Andy took a deep breath. Half of him was pleased his hunch was proving right, in that he was now one-hundred percent sure the Drysdale’s had done something to convince him to play their game. What exactly that was, well, he couldn’t quite see that piece, not yet.

But it'd have to wait, as a drawl hit his ears from the bar and he knew his second guest had arrived.

Andy closed the file and looked up to see a man with greying blonde hair in a suit stood at the bar, ordering a drink. The man's eyes fell on Andy, and he stood up, nodding to him.

“Mr Blanc?”

"Mr. Barber, I presume."

“Yeah, hi.” Andy shook his hand and gestured to the booth, “please…”

With a nod Blanc took a seat, the waitress quickly bringing him a drink without ordering.

“So, Mr Barber… what’s the cheese?” Blanc asked as he sipped his drink, eyeing Andy shrewdly.

"I want to talk about Ransom Drysdale." Andy cut right to it. He had a feeling Blanc wasn't a beat around it type of guy.

“The donut hole in the donut hole,” Blanc leaned back in his seat, “what is it you want to know?”

“My girlfriend mentioned you visited them at the house when she was reported missing.” Andy picked his words carefully, “I was curious as to why, exactly, the fact they had a work connection led you to instantly suspect he may have had something to do with her disappearance.”

"Hugh Drysdale was an interesting young man," Blanc leaned forward, hushing his voice. "Narcissistic, he was a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies. A spoiled, little, rich boy who never grew up to be a man. Always having his mama and daddy bail him out of trouble. He was what I call a King Manipulator."

Andy merely raised his brows, concentrating on keeping his cool.

"Even when that case was closed, I still followed the family in the news. I read the article your girlfriend wrote. I read the public apology and retraction.”

“So you suspected him, to want what? Revenge for her article?”

"Ultimately, in a way. It didn't settle right with me for some reason. So I followed a hunch."

"And you showed up."

Blanc nodded. "What was interesting enough was the convincing act Miss Y/L/N had. Like something had been held over her head. There were ticks from her, she probably didn't even know she was doing. Ransom was good, good enough that I couldn't do anything further."

Andy blinked, the nerve in his jaw ticking. “So you just left her there? And didn’t tell anyone?”

"I could do nothing else. She was the one that told me to leave. She was the one who asked for privacy in their relationship. I didn't entirely leave it as such. I spoke to her parents, told them that she seemed alright, in fact quite angry that I had intruded on their little affair. My hands were tied, Mr. Barber. She specifically said she didn't want to be found."

Andy turned away, swallowing back the bile of anger in his throat as he ran his hand over his beard.

“Mr Barber, can I ask, what is this really about?”

"Linda Thrombey and Richard Drysdale showed up on my porch, looking for Y/N. Threatening her. And it's going to stop."

"How can I help?"

“The Doctor who diagnosed Ransom as not of sound mind-“

“Hooey,” Blanc scoffed and Andy nodded.

“Indeed. Well, since he worked on this case he skipped town. He’s now in New York. But, the thing is, Doctor Theodore Ross in my past experience has always been a consummate professional…”

“So you think the Drysdale’s paid him.”

“That’s the missing piece to all this,” Andy raised his eyebrow, “and I need you to help me find it.”

"So you're hiring me?"

“I am, yes.”

"Well, then,” Blanc smirked as he fished in his pocket for his note book, “let’s get started."

*****

After his meeting with Blanc, that went well beyond his expectations, Andy grabbed his flight back home to you. It was easy, traveling with nothing more than a small carry-on backpack, you get on, you sit, you fly, you get off and immediately home. Simple as that.

You'd kept your promise and didn't pick him up, but rather got a room at the nearby Westin, a stone's throw from the terminals and waited for him there.

When you heard his key in the lock of the room, having instructed reception to hand it to him, and only him on production of his ID, you jumped off the bed and hastily crossed the carpeted floor of the room to greet him.

He was barely through the door when your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close.

He chuckled a little as he dropped his bag and his arms circled you. “Hi, honey.” He whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Hi," you tearfully whispered.

Andy shuffled a little further into the room, shutting the door behind him as you reluctantly let go of him.

"Are you hungry? I can order us room service." You checked the time, it was late. Andy had been gone all day and across two time zones.

“Starving.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and picked up his bag, tossing it unceremoniously onto a chair by the window.

You padded deeper into the room, the curtains covering your view and sat down at the small table by the window. You looked over the Room Service book and set about ordering him a cheeseburger and fries. You made mention, as you dialed, of a change of clothes for him packed away in the closet.

“Thanks Angel, I’m gonna take a shower then we’ll talk.” Andy assured you as he headed to the closet. He paused as he pulled the department store bag out, and when he looked at you, you shrugged.

“I didn’t want to go home so… I hope it all fits, it’s your size.”

With a sad sigh, Andy stalked the room and kneeled at your feet, "it's going to be okay, I promise." His one hand cupped your cheek while the other rested on the side of your thigh, his thumb rubbing against your bare skin.

“So you keep saying,” you whispered.

"Have I let you down yet?" He wondered.

"No," you replied.

“Then trust me.” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss as he stood up. “I’ll fill you in once I’ve freshened up.”

You nodded and off he went. You wrapped yourself in your arms, your legs perched up on the edge of the chair as you rest your chin at your knees. With a heavy sigh you whispered, "I just want to wake up."

It was something you’d been praying for since this whole thing had kicked off, that you’d wake from this nightmare that had clouded your life.

You bit on your thumb as you anxiously awaited Andy's return. He wasn't in there long. A quick wash and he emerged, a towel around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his skin, steam emitting from his broad shoulders. A knock sounded at the door and you stood, knowing or at least hoping it was just room service, but you couldn't help that churning feeling in your stomach as you walked to the door. Andy grabbed his clothes and popped back into the bathroom, the door cracked just enough to hear anything in the room.

You looked through the peep hole and found that indeed it was only the bellman, bringing up Andy's late night meal. You allowed him in, taking it upon yourself to hand him a generous tip and saw him out.

Shortly after, just as you were shoving a fry in your mouth, Andy emerged from the bathroom dressed in the grey tee and pajama bottoms you’d picked up.

He chuckled as he caught you and you shrugged, taking another from the plate.

"I hadn't eaten much all day," you admitted shyly.

"Then we'll split it," Andy sat across from you.

"No, I can't stomach it." You waved off his offer, "just picking a couple of these. I'll be fine."

"Honey, you've hardly eaten all week, please," Andy sighed. You shook your head in protest. He knew better than to even push you right now. "Fine."

“I’ll eat breakfast.” You offered, in an attempt to placate him somewhat.

"Deal." He dug in, slowly devouring the juicy burger and after a couple of bites he sat back in his chair, washed his bite down with a water and sighed. “So, after seeing Billy I met with Neal.” He looked at you and you nodded slowly, you already knew who he had been intending to meet. He’d kept no secrets. "I have Ransom's original case file," he saw your breath hitch at the mention of the bastard's name as his eyes floated to his backpack. "Something doesn't add up with the doctor that testified."

"Yeah, that much was clear when I wrote my article." You murmured.

"I've used him too as an expert witness," Andy shook his head. "Interesting character, good at his job. So it made me wonder, how the fuck did he clear that sociopath of his crimes."

You shrugged, “most likely money. I couldn’t say that directly in my article, but…” you bit your lip.

“I know, you told me.” Andy smiled softly, “and I think you’re right. From what I learned today, I’d lay odds he was paid off and if I can prove it, if I can prove that Linda and Richard paid him, you're free, Angel."

You looked at him, his plan slotting into place in your mind. If Andy could find that proof, in effect it was a stalemate between you all. They had something that could ruin you, and you had something that could ruin them. It was corrupt and bent as fuck, but…it might just work.

"How are you going to do that?"

“Well, Neal said they looked into it, but he will have had his hands tied by how far he could go. Knowing Lynn as I do, she will have told him to leave it once the case was done,” Andy paused before he took your hand, “but Benoit Blanc won’t have that issue.”

“You… you hired Blanc?” You blinked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh…” you had no words. Whilst your dealings with the southern PI had only been brief, you knew Blanc’s reputation spoke for itself. You couldn’t help the glimmer of hope that sparked in your system as you thought about the fact he would be fighting your corner.

But then another thought popped into your head, and brought it crashing down around you.

“Angel?” Andy noticed the look on your face and you shook your head.

“If the guy who they caught talks though, I mean if the Drysdale’s can’t give him whatever they promised him then what’s to stop him-“

“He won’t be talking to anyone.” Andy took a deep breath, rubbing his temple with his spare hand. “He’s dead.”

Your face remained stoic. Your eyes focused on the man in front of you as you tried to process what he'd said. This was all unravelling quite fast and down a deeper, darker road than you'd imagined.

"How?" You barely whispered.

“Billy said he pissed his cell mate off,” Andy replied, his voice even, “a little too much.”

You stood from your chair and began pacing the room, your sweater covered palm over your mouth as you did so, your elbow resting in the crook of your other wrist as that arm wrapped over your chest.

“Honey…”

“You don’t believe that any more than I do, do you?” You looked at him and Andy hung his head.

“Honestly? No.”

“Jesus…” you stuttered, “that’s someone else who’s dead because of me!”

You fell to the edge of the bed tearfully, burying your face in your hands. You began to cry. This was far too much and now, the bodies were beginning to pile up. You were a monster, no better than the man who took a better part of your life away, your soul and your heart. You felt sick, low and poorly. What the hell was happening?

“Hey,” Andy rose from his seat and sat besides you, his arm curling over your shoulder, “listen to me. I’m not gonna lose any sleep over any of this, and I know it’s hard but… baby, you gotta deal with it. It’s you or them.”

You couldn't say anything. Words couldn't even form on your tongue to articulate. You just sat there with your head on Andy's shoulder for a good while.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “but I can’t find it in myself to care about anything but keeping you safe and out of jail.”

"Prison." You said into his shirt.

"What?"

You sat up, "prison. I'd go to prison for the rest of my life or die in the chair. Jail would be light punishment."

"None of those things are an option, Y/N. Not a single one."

“But-“

“No buts. If absolute worst comes to worst, there’s mitigating circumstances but it’s not gonna happen. Trust me.” Andy hoped to god his voice sounded convincing.

"I do, I do trust you. I don't think I've ever trusted anyone outside of my parents more than I trust you." You gave a wet sigh, "I'm just scared, Andy."

“I know.” He kissed your head and pulled you closer to him, “I know you are, and I-“

He stopped dead of admitting he was also petrified of the outcome should he not pull this off. But he couldn’t burden you with that, he had to be strong. Just like he had been for Laurie and Jake.

But unlike back then, failure was not an option. This couldn’t end the same way.

“I’m gonna make sure that this goes away.” He spoke after a little pause. “I promise you.”

He held you for a while, the silence in the room comforting to you both. It allowed his mind to think and yours to calm.

“Come on,” Andy tipped your face up to look at his, kissing you gently, “let’s get some sleep. We’ve been awake almost 20 hours.”

Less than five minutes later both of you were in bed, the half eaten burger now in the hall and the two of you curled into one another.

Protectively, Andy led against you, his chest molding into your back, his legs securing both of yours gently, his arms around you, his entire body like a protective cocoon. He knew this was how you preferred to sleep as of late, his strength around you able to stave off your nightmares as they'd try to wake you. It was the same dream over and over, each night since Monday.

You would find yourself at the scene of the crime, arrest made and you being toted off in handcuffs. You were in court the next moment, orange jumpsuit adorning your body and none other than the man you loved dearly on the opposite side of aisle telling the judge with a venomous tone that he sought to put you away to the fullest extent of the law, recommending the death penalty for your crimes.

You knew it was all extreme each time you woke, but the mind was a funny thing and seemed to always exaggerate your subconscious. It did it while you were a captive lover and it did it now as you feared for your life a second time in such a short period.

Chapter 14

#consciousness of guilt #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber fanfiction #defending jacob #chris evans #chris evans characters

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⤑ made-up love song v (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, fluff, smut; a shit ton of kissing, oral (f), seokjin likes eye contact, slight overstimulation, he also seems to have a slight potty mouth when turned on, romantic sex, protected sex, shower scene, oral (m), this chapter is basically just sex, enjoy! (yes, the dilf dick is b i g) lingerie described found here for the visuals ~ words; 9,572

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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. You were like a little kid at the lead up to Christmas. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Actually, on second thoughts, you couldn’t think of a time you were this excited for anything, period. And all over the prospect of sleeping with Seokjin, and definitely not in the innocent way… He had in no way explicitly stated that you’d be having sex this week, but the insinuation was heavy in the air. Everything leading up to this moment was suggesting come Saturday night you would not be sat in front of Seokjin’s 75” television watching boxsets…

On the morning of you decided to pack a few things in a small case. You definitely planned on returning home in the day if needed or bored while Seokjin was at work, but the essentials were required: underwear, pyjamas, a few outfits, toiletries and skincare, your iPad, miscellaneous chargers. Soojung on the other hand was acting like you were never coming back…

“I’m going to miss you.” She whined, having been hovering around you as you packed. “Leaving me alone with smelly Tae.”

In a bid not to be alone in the evenings she’d invited her smelly boyfriend over for the week, but although she sounded irked it was all just an act. God knows what they’d get up to while you were gone, you dreaded to think. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best to stay at Seokjin’s place all week… You had no clue what you’d walk in on in your own home.

“I won’t be gone the whole week. Besides, we can meet up for lunch and stuff.” You often visited her at the department store, perusing the food court until it was time for her lunch break. You weren’t secluded from the whole world while away. What did she think was happening?

She helped you fold your clothes in momentary silence, deep in thought it seemed. “What if you love it there and want to stay permanently Dilf mansion?”

You scoffed immediately, taking the small pile of t-shirts from her to pack away. “Soo, way to jump the gun.” You’d been dating barely six weeks, hadn’t even had sex yet, moving in together was number 1 on the highly unlikely list. Although, sliding in a couple of pairs of flats into the top pocket of your case and zipping it up, you hummed in consideration. “Dilf mansion does have a ring to it though…”

Soojung’s attention was on another pile of clothing now – one you would be wearing this evening to leave for Seokjin’s house. Her fingertips brushed along the delicate baby blue lace of your lingerie, sitting on top of the pile and she looked up at you and grinned wickedly. “You’re going to knock his socks off with this.”

You and her had spent yesterday browsing the mall with a very important task. To decide on the most perfect lingerie set. Knowing Seokjin for a while know, you’d noticed he had an inclination for the colour blue, so your chosen piece had to be a winner – practically see-through, littered in beautiful lace flowers. You were well and truly prepared for tonight, you were a woman on a mission.

“His Dilf socks,” you corrected your best friend, both of you instantly exploding into a fit of giggles.

Arin had left with her grandparents this morning, and as much as Seokjin was eager to get this weekend started and see you immediately, he actually had a few things he needed to take care of at work. It wasn’t until around 5pm that you got into your car to make the short journey, Soo waving you off proudly like you were about to attend your graduation. You were honestly quite calm given the circumstances, although one look at Seokjin as he stepped out the front door to take your case and all inner composure was lost. You were one big ball of excitement, most of it flurrying around in the pit of your stomach. Yet you kept cool on the outside, grinning at the handsome man in front of you despite your lingerie burning marks into your skin.

And handsome he was today, (as if he wasn’t every day), his dark hair parted in the centre of his forehead naturally, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You tasted a hint of mango on his mouth, an obvious sheen to his plump lips, and you presumed he’d applied some chapstick before you’d arrived – the chapstick you’d bought him not too long ago after he’d complained of cracked lips to you on the phone one night.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his arms around your waist, body pressed snuggly into yours.

“Hey yourself,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing into one another’s eyes before you lightly teased him. “Are we going to stay out here all night?”

Chuckling heartily, he reached behind you, lifting your case with ease. “Let’s go put this in my room.”

You’d never once stepped foot onto the upper level of his house before, so you were very observant on your way to his bedroom, eyes catching art pieces (you noticed numerous of Arin’s) and photos along the walls, light fixtures, as well as the odd plant here and there. You had to walk two flights of stairs to get to your destination, one average in length, the other shorter, veering off to the left of the corridor to reach a landing leading into his bedroom. You remembered what he’d said about changing and designing his bedroom himself, so you were very curious as to what it looked like inside. Yet still, the sight of it stunned you to brief silence.

His was the largest bedroom in the house, the master bedroom if you were being fancy, but in your opinion it was more like a mini home in itself. All it needed was a kitchen and you would be good to go. It smelt just like him – of his cologne and the recognisable vanilla scent his house seemed to waft of every time you visited. The walls were warm grey, décor similar with dashes of cream and gold. The bed matched the whole vibe of the room – insanely large, and you could already tell it was going to be the comfiest thing you’d ever slept on. Directly opposite, but a long way away, were a sofa and love seat sat around a TV hooked to the wall above a stunning fireplace. There were two sets of double windows, from the ceiling to the wooden floor, dark grey drapes open – not that it mattered. Seokjin’s house was out-of-the-way, no chance of being seen. All you were met with as you looked down, was a small patch of garden you hadn’t seen before, plain and simple, but very beautiful. Tranquil.

To the left of the room a door opened into another, perhaps a quarter of the size – his closet, and you followed him inside, still pretty much lost for words. He said there was no point putting your belongings away tonight, you could do it tomorrow, but he’d saved a drawer for you and there was an empty section of hanging space you could use too. There was also a dressing table you could put to good use, because he sure didn’t, and then he whisked you away into the bathroom, which was probably the most beautiful room in the house. Everything was warm marble in colour. A separate bath and shower (both gigantic) and double sinks.

“I got you a robe,” Seokjin pointed out, and you followed his gaze to behind the door, two fluffy white robes hooked to the wall.

Oh, boy. You could get used to this.

Seokjin ordered takeout for dinner – from an Indian restaurant Namjoon kept raving about apparently. With the amount he ordered you could have sworn he was feeding a whole party, not just the two of you. You were stuffed in no time, curling up on the sofa with a glass of red wine as Seokjin loaded the dishwasher. He still hadn’t cooked an actual meal for you, and when he joined you, of course you reminded him. This week he was preparing dinner for you one night, and that was final. You needed to see what Chef Kim had in him – even if he insisted his skills were long forgotten.

You cuddled as you watched a movie, which more often than not meant you’d start to become sleepy – just ask Soojung – but tonight was different. You were wide awake and practically thrumming with excitement. You were begging for the movie credits an hour before they were due, and when they finally popped up your heart started to beat harder in anticipation. It was nearing 11pm. Your lingerie was still burning welts into your skin…

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, your back pressed into his chest where you’d been snuggled into him, legs across the sofa, for the duration of the night. One of his arms was crossed around your front, the other free to drink his wine as he propped his feet up on the glass topped coffee table. You could really get used to this.

“What did you think?” He hummed, reaching forward to place his glass on a coaster. You grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave you and he chuckled, quickly resuming position to now loop both arms around your shoulders, pressing you further into the warmth of his body.

“I enjoyed,” you replied with a small shrug. In all honesty it would’ve been a great movie if you hadn’t been so distracted.

You felt him lower his head, breath hot against your ear as he spoke. “I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep on me.” You giggled as he started to kiss the column of your neck, his barely there presses of his lips tickling you. Yet still you pushed into his hold, letting your head fall back. He took the opportunity to suck your earlobe between his lips, eliciting a sweet sigh from you. “I really can’t wait to spend this entire week with you.” He whispered.

You tried to keep your voice as uninvolved as possible – which was a lot harder when he now had your earlobe between his teeth. “Eh. I’m so-so over it.”

“Y/N!” He scolded playfully, groaning a laugh as he lifted his head away. “Stop. Now’s not the time for joking around.”

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, latching onto his hands.

“Face me,” he murmured almost suddenly. “Let me kiss you properly.”

His kisses were gentle and loving, his hands cupping your face as you leaned into him, hands placed across his hard chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into some black pants, he’d looked irresistible all night. He pulled away slowly, lips upturned almost drunkenly. “What’s that grin for?”

Seokjin’s gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes repeatedly as he replied, thumbs massaging circles into your cheeks. “I’m just very happy. Is that allowed?”

Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his, wrapping your palms around his neck to pull him in closer. He hummed loudly – indulgently, and let you lick into his mouth, his own hands slipping down to your neck and down your torso, gripping your middle. Your chest was flush to his and you welcomed the heat of his body. You were happy too. It had been a long time since you’d last felt this content, and tonight you’d realised just how lovely it was to be able to lounge with Seokjin and be in his company so casually, so naturally like this. You would become spoiled this week, but you couldn’t feel too worried right now.

Breaking away again, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but your mouth was a greedy thing, finding its way down his neck and across his throat as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his breathing shallow as he let you wonder. His fingers brushed up and down your back distractedly, until he seemed to remember what he wanted to tell you. “Hey,” he whispered, breath catching in his throat when you pinched your teeth into his Adam’s apple softly. “Hey, stop for a moment. There was something I wanted to say before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the very obvious direction of his sentence, and as much as you wanted to nosedive straight into that pool, you pulled back to look into his eyes, waiting patiently.

He straightened his back and you eased off him a little, finding his fond smile contagious. “I’ve enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” He began, sincerity in his tone . “I know I’m not old old by any means but dating you has made me feel like I’m young again. I mean, grinding in the middle of a bar is something I didn’t even do back in my college days.”

“I fail to believe that,” you laughed.

“Really,” he insisted, looking amused. “I was a nerd. A handsome one, but a nerd nonetheless.” Before you could roll your eyes he was continuing. “What I’m trying to say is that, I really like you, Y/N.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair lovingly. “You know that already. Shit, I’m crazy about you. Just hearing your voice makes my day better. No matter how short a time we spend together, even if it’s just on the phone to say goodnight, I feel happy – I feel relaxed.” He paused to take a breath before moving to cup your face with one hand. “No matter how stressed I am you make it better by just existing.”

“…Seokjin,” you murmured, a little lost for words at his declaration.

He chuckled warmly, tops of his cheeks tinged somewhat rosy. “Too cheesy?”

You shook your head adamantly, reaching for his face as well. “Not at all. I’m crazy about you too.” His face lit up instantly and you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’m so happy we met,” you confessed against his mouth. “I don’t want this summer to be over.”

“It’s not over yet,” he laughed. “We still have time to make it even better.” You wanted that more than anything. Finding it difficult to keep away from your lips, he practically had to tear himself away. He was out of breath. “I know saying this out loud is silly given everything, but… Let’s make this official.”

Your heart started somersaulting. You felt like you were in high school again, over the moon because Kim Rowoon had asked you to prom. Only this was better than that – much, much better. Linking your arms around Seokjin’s neck you tilted your head to the side, a grin unable to keep off your face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Kim?”

“What do you say?” He sounded hopeful and soft.

You hummed out loud, thinking hard. “Can I get back to you? 3 to five business days seems about right.” You immediately squealed as you finished your sentence, Seokjin’s hands finding their way around your butt to tug you forward. You gripped onto his shoulders with the surprise.

“Too bad because I’ve already been calling you my girlfriend at the office.”

You didn’t have a chance to reply, the hard press of his lips against yours knocking you senseless. You found yourself in his lap not long after, fingers dragging through his hair as you clung to him, mouths moving in gradual urgency until you began to feel out of breath. Your tongues seemed to grow more daring, intent, as your soft moans mingled with his quiet groans. You hadn’t quite found yourself in this position before, usually moulded to the soft leather but this time you had Seokjin pinned tight, a heat that was quickly becoming unbearable burning between your bodies, and his hands running up and down your back didn’t help.

Each brush of his fingertips had your skin prickling with warmth, dizzying your mind, and when you felt him brush against the curve of your left breast you leaned forward into his touch, desperate for more. Seokjin grunted, encouraged by your action as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb grazing your nipple which hardened from the touch. Your kiss turned a lot more frenzied after that, Seokjin roaming your body with confidence, his unoccupied hand cupping your butt to rock you against his crotch.

He was hard. You’d felt it stiffening ever since you’d climbed into his lap, but now he was solid, flesh pressing (probably painfully) against his pants, and feeling emboldened you lifted your hips, hovering over him for your hand to slot in between your bodies, cupping his erection firmly. He stiffened under your grasp, his breath hitching and you took that moment to drag your tongue along his, teasing him as you slowly started to stroke him above his slacks. He felt thick and rigid between your fingers, pulsing erratically against your hold, and he broke away from your mouth, head falling back as a loud, drawn-out groan slipped from his throat. You gazed at him – eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted as he breathed shallowly – and took a mental picture. You wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked gorgeous, basking in pleasure and you wanted to pleasure him more. It was an urge so strong you practically dived on him, mouth slamming into his. He soon gained his bearings, kissing you just as wildly as his hands groped your body.

“Do you – mm, do you want – mm – to take this upstairs?” He asked against your lips, fingers currently digging into the soft flesh of your ass. The veins in his neck were visible, his desperation for you obvious, and you pulled away from the kiss to nod rapidly. If he didn’t get you upstairs soon you’d surely explode.

You let out a little squeak as you suddenly found yourself in the air, safely held up by Seokjin. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to make the brisk walk to the hallway and towards the staircase. “Oh, my god,” you muttered, laughing as you realised he was about to carry you bridal style all the way up the stairs.

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes twinkling warmly. Your heart melted at the sight and you leaned in to kiss him, uncaring that you both may fall backwards and break your necks.

“I may have forgotten about the amount of stairs in this goddamn house,” he panted lightly once you’d made it past the first set.

“Put me down then,” you giggled.

“Never,” he sang out, pecking you on the mouth sweetly.

Once in his bedroom, he placed you down, closing the door behind you before caging you against it, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you for months. You keened into his touch, whole body hot and ready for him, but in the end you couldn’t keep up with his mouth. He’d never kissed you like this, he was a man possessed, you physically felt weak at the knees and you clung to him, moaning softly when his mouth fell to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed against the wet skin, fresh waves of arousal washing through your body. His voice was an octave lower, gruff and nothing like you’d heard before. “I can’t contain myself knowing we’re going to be alone for a whole week.”

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You laughed weakly, but to be honest, the time for wisecracks were gone. You were hanging on by a thread, this close to begging him to tear your clothes off.

Cupping your neck he pulled away to look you in the face. His pupils were blown out, more black than the warm brown you were used to. The tops of his cheeks were tinged red, his own arousal very evident, and when he replied he sounded as sincere as ever. “Anything you want me to.”

Okay, if he carried on like this, he’d mess up your plan good and proper. He was rude. Very rude. And hot, and sexy, and yours. God, you really wanted him. Your body was screaming for him. You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then another, and another, determined not to get yourself glued there no matter how much he tried to drag his tongue along the seam of your lips. “L-let me freshen up,” you managed to get out, voice shaky as you (with great difficultly) held him away at arm’s length.

At your words, he slowly made sense of them, his eyes refocussing before he gave you a short nod and politely stepped back. “Ok.”

Before you could be tempted by that mouth of his once more, you made a dash for his bathroom, closing the door behind you. Immediately you began to rush out of your clothes, not even bothering to fold them properly because you were in such a hurry. You’d had this planned all night, wanting him to be rendered speechless, and staring at your lingerie cladded self in the giant mirror he had hooked to the wall, you reminded yourself to take a breather. You were going to walk out there calmly, the epitome of composed as you sought out his reaction. With one last look at your reflection, you walked towards the door and opened it.

Seokjin was sat on the edge of the bed, legs sinfully spread (but oh so casually, which just made it hotter), but he wasn’t looking your way, his eyes darting around the room a little as if he was desperately trying to find some patience. Knowing he was riled and aroused made your head even more dizzy, and stopping by the doorframe, you called out to him.

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker. Actually they practically popped out on storks as he took in the sight of you in the baby blue underwear. He seemed paralysed.

“Hey,” you smiled, all of a sudden feeling a little shy as you waited for him to say something.

It took another moment, but then he was swallowing hard, wetting his mouth as his lips parted. “Oh, shit.”

You smiled victoriously, those simple two words satisfying you fully.

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

You obeyed, closing the distance between you quickly and Seokjin wasted no time clasping his hands around your hips as you stood in front of him, between his legs. If felt so good to finally have his hands on your bare skin. His touch was warm, soothing, but most of all, electrifying. Goosebumps spread as he dragged his fingers up and down your sides, his eyes drowning at the sight of you.

“Do you like it? It’s not too much?” You asked, looking down at him. You glowed under his gaze.

He lifted his head up, arching an eyebrow. “Do I like it? Is that supposed to be a genuine question?” He sounded just as baffled as he looked and it made you giggle. His fingers started to play with the thin waistband of your panties before delicately outlining the lace flower petals on your ass. The sensation made you shiver, and a small smile grew on his face as he watched you. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, beginning to place small, gentle kisses on your abdomen and your skin rippled, butterflies appearing. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, hot puffs of air hitting you, heating you up even more.

You curled your hand in his hair, needing something to latch on to as you watched him mouth even more kisses along your flesh. The point of his tongue dipped into your navel scandalously, and as you gasped he looked up with his eyes and smirked, tongue now swirling invisible patterns along your stomach. The sight sent you a little gooey, legs feeling weak again as your heart thrummed inside your chest.

“However… I was looking forward to undressing you…” He teased.

You teased right back. “You still have the lingerie.”

He couldn’t handle that, growling quietly against your stomach, his hands rounding your ass to mould the flesh in his palms firmly. He’d soon tear the panties if he kept that up. Obviously the idea of stripping you naked sent him feral – something you’d remember well for this week. You yelped when you felt him sink his teeth into your hip bone, pulling him closer to your body by his hair, desperate for more. It was when you looked behind him, did you notice the pillar candles aflame on the two nightstands that sat either side of his bed. They weren’t burning before you’d entered the bathroom. You were sure of it.

“Seokjin, did you light candles?” You asked without realising, changing the atmosphere slightly, but you didn’t mind too much, not when the image of Seokjin rushing to burn candles for the ~ambience~ was too damn adorable.

He lifted from your skin, looking up at you. “Um, yeah.” He sounded a little awkward before he chuckled softly. “I thought against the slow R&B music.”

“Good choice,” you laughed, fingers rubbing small circles into the nape of his neck. That would’ve been hilarious.

“I’m totally out of my depth here…” He admitted, nudging you backwards a little to stand in front of you. He kept his hands on your waist, ducking down to be eye level with you. “I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Snap,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close. You kissed him deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. There wasn’t a nerve in sight and despite his honest words you knew he was at ease too.

Your hands slipped over his shoulders and down his toned chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants to tug at his t-shirt, untucking him. “You have to get naked too.” You whined, detaching your mouths. “I’m feeling sorely underdressed.”

He let out an airy chuckle, immediately reaching for the neck of his shirt to tug it over his head. Your hands greedily started to explore his torso, running your fingers along his faintly lined abs before trailing up his hard chest. He shivered as you brushed against his nipples, a tiny laugh slipping from his throat.

“What?” You laughed.

“’Tickles.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, loving the feeling of his bare chest against yours, but soon enough you got impatient again, hands reaching for the button of his pants. You popped it open and proceeded to unzip him, at least giving his poor erection some reprieve. It had been pressed up against your lower stomach for quite some time, still rigid but as patient as ever.

He took over, stepping back to push them past his hips, his lips still attached to yours. “Mm–Bed.” He hummed, taking you by the hips to switch places. You pulled away and sat down, watching him kick his pants off his feet and your eyes zoned in on the curve of his erection, hidden by his Armani underwear – black with a red waistband. His thighs were perfectly toned, his skim glowing in the soft lighting. He looked good enough to eat and your heart skipped a couple of beats as he walked forward.

You laid back against the mattress, instantly groaning at how soft it was. You practically sunk inside. “Oh, damn this is comfy.” Rolling onto your side as Seokjin climbed on the bed, you hid your smirk. “I could just go to sleep…”

“I don’t think so,” he told you, hovering over you. His hand smacked you ass causing you to squeal, and you flipped onto your back as he took the moment to cage you under his large body.

This time his mouth completely bypassed your lips to kiss your chest, pressing into the indents of your collarbones before slipping to the tops of your breasts. He kissed the fabric, wetting it as his tongue traced the delicate flower petals and you gripped onto his shoulders with a moan as he encased one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, soaking the lace a darker shade of blue. “You drive me crazy,” he quietly panted, his hands reaching behind your back, arched into the pleasure he was giving you. “May I?” He asked, fingers finding the clasp of your bra. You nodded hastily, moaning louder when he lifted his head to kiss your lips. His motions were firm, tight pleasure filled grunts leaving him as he freed you of your lingerie.

Immediately he pulled away, dark eyes soaking in your bare chest like it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. Your back arched further when his warm palms cupped your breasts, spreading a heat down your spine that settled between your legs. “You’re beautiful,” he awed, looking into your eyes, causing a sweet moan to fall from your lips.

He moulded the soft flesh gently, before brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. That had you moaning again, pleasure you hadn’t felt in a long time rocketing up your body. It felt amazing to be touched by him, and you were greedy for more. He was on the same page, his lips replacing his thumbs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud that had you sighing out his name, your fingers threaded in his hair. He hummed against you, squeezing your breasts and pressing his body into yours – once – his erection pressing into your thighs, before he pulled away, kissing down your sternum before licking into your navel, his hands rubbing up and down the outside of your thighs.

His lips avoided your clothed heat, which was frustrating to say the least. You were so eager by now, unsure if you could take much more kissing before you exploded, but Seokjin was a man determined – determined on kissing every inch of your body it seemed. He made it down one thigh before moving onto the next and as he got towards your knee you couldn’t help but giggle – it was beginning to tickle, but he didn’t stop, lips pressing down your calf.

“Seokjinn,” you whined.

He chuckled as he made his way back up the other leg, bending you at the knee before gently getting you to spread out for him. “What?” He murmured. Although you were distracted now, realising how aroused you had become, your underwear clinging to you desperately. He was kissing the inside of your thigh now, fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he was so close to where you wanted him you were trembling. He nosed his way to the apex of your thigh, groaning as he smelt you and then he was hastily tugging the lace down your legs, the last of your covering. Now you were totally naked in front of him, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice gruff. He sounded so sexy. His eyes were glued to your centre yet he didn’t touch. When you didn’t reply, they flickered to your face. “Y/N. Hm?”

You mind was a blur, you couldn’t think what to say, mainly because you wanted him to do anything and everything to you. You startled when he nosed the inside of your thigh, his hands sliding down your hips to grip the flesh underneath. “Taste you? Is that what you want?” He whispered, sending your insides somersaulting. He looked up as you nodded, and grinned. “You have to say it out loud, honey.”

The bastard. He was teasing you. Trying to get under your skin. Your forced yourself to speak. “Taste me.” He hummed in response, pressing his mouth to your hip bone. You raised your tone, more determined. “Seokjin. Taste me.”

He dived in. Placing gentle kisses up your slit, his lips ever so slightly brushing your clitoris. You moaned quietly, letting your eyes close as you laid back against the softest pillows you had ever felt. Your fists clutched the sheets, hips raising up when you felt the first wash of his tongue. Your breath caught, warmth turning you gooey. “Taste so good,” he mumbled into you – so quietly you wondered if you’d imagined it.

You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, quietly moaning intermittently before you felt the urge to take a peek. Opening your eyes and looking down your body, you saw Seokjin watching you, his eyes hungry. You quickly looked away, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a groan left you, your legs falling wider apart. The scene had been erotic but in all honesty you were feeling a little shy. It had been a long time since you’d had sex, so the idea of someone watching you so intimately made you feel funny.

Seokjin was there to reassure you though. “Don’t look away, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling back to get your attention. “I want to see your face.” You looked again, watching him kneel low as he ran a hand up your thigh. His lips shone with your arousal. He looked beautiful.

You moaned lowly when you felt him rub a finger at your entrance, and he watched you intently as he pushed inside, feeling you squeeze around the intrusion. He slowly began to curve the digit, pressing against your inner walls. Committed to pleasuring you, he watched your every reaction and this time you didn’t look away.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, in awe as you writhed around on the bed, chasing the feeling.

You moaned as you replied yes, only to jerk upwards when his thumb began to rub tiny circles against your clit. “Seokjin!”

He liked that. Hearing you cry his name. He wanted to hear it more, dropping low to replace his thumb with his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves between them, flicking the tip of his tongue against it rapidly, earning him another cry, and he moaned gruffly against you, the vibrations shooting up your body. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, palm hot against your skin as he applied gentle pressure, holding you down.

Oh god, you were a mass of pleasure, mind addled, unable to think straight. Not when he was making you feel so good. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his eyes flicking up to yours and you made it your life’s mission not to look away, chest heaving up and down as you squeezed around his digits. Your orgasm was building, pressure below getting harder to control – harder to ignore. Seokjin guessed it, breaking eye contact to bury his face further into your heat. The image was almost crude, so were the noises, but the most beautiful kind of crude. A crude that had you desperate for more. You jerked into him, rolling into each snap of his wrist, the pads of his fingers grazing your g-spot.

“Want to make you cum,” he rasped, before sucking your clit back into his mouth and sucking determinedly. You groaned, head flinging back into the pillow, eyes clenched closed, a hand coming out to grip the roots of your hair as you rolled your hips into his face, giving into the pleasure well and truly. This orgasm was going to blow your brains out – and it did.

In the end you had you to clamp your legs around Seokjin’s head in a bid to get him to stop, pleasure still rolling through your body as you panted like crazy. He eased from your clit, tongue dragging down your folds instead, meeting his fingers that were almost locked inside of your pulsing walls. With a grunt, he removed himself, kissing your mound one last time before he stopped. With his hands on your thighs as he kneeled between them, he watched you adoringly.

“Oh, my god,” you panted weakly. Unsure what else you could say to describe what you’d just experienced. Why had he not been doing that from the get-go? From as soon as he’d reversed into your car?!

That was all he needed anyway, your simple vocalisation, because no sooner had the words exited your mouth, he dived on you, kissing your mouth, your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead – whatever he could reach. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness. You could taste yourself on him. It was glorious. His hands roamed your body like it was all new to him. As if he hadn’t been it for the last forty minutes or so. “Fuck. I can’t stop touching you.”

Your stomach flipped around, the sound of him cursing sending you dizzy. You licked into his mouth, kissing him messily, your hands raking up and down his back, before they settled on his ass. You gave the meat a squeeze and he grunted, pushing his crotch into yours. He was painfully hard – and desperate. (You hadn’t missed the way he’d been rutting into the mattress while going down on you…)

“Seokjin,” you breathed, moving your head to the side to get your words out. His tongue carried on going, swirling across your cheek. You liked getting messy with him. You tugged at his underwear. “Get naked. Need you.”

“You don’t need a minute?” He asked, tongue now in your ear. He gyrated his hips into yours, grunting as he did so.

You shook your head. “Like hell I do.”

He laughed at that – breathlessly, but it was something. He moved, rushing out of the last bit of clothing he had on, and your eyes drunk up the sight. The missing piece. His dick was long and thick – smooth and warm once you got your hands on him. Hovering over you, you ran your fist up and down him steadily, just enjoying getting to touch him. He dropped to your side, pecking your lips before he pulled back. “I need to be inside you.”

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along the rigid flesh as he stretched behind him to pull a box from the nightstand drawer.

It caught your attention right away. You raised both eyebrows as you let go of his length. “A hundred condoms?”

He chuckled, sounding a little sheepish. “Too enthusiastic?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Death by (Dilf) dick wasn’t how you’d expected to go, if you were being honest.

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, pulling one of the packet. (Discarding the box to the floor.) He turned back to you with an impish grin. “That’s why I bought the bumper pack of condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest, but he grabbed your hand and kissed you, distracting you successfully. “No, if I’m being truthful,” he continued, letting you steal another kiss. “They were better value for money. I’m partial to a bargain.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed.

“You should’ve seen me purchasing them, I have never been more embarrassed in my life.”

“Seokjin, you’re a near 40 year old man,” you judged openly, however on second thoughts – “But yeah, I’d be embarrassed buying a 100 condoms too.”

Seokjin shuddered, looking mortified. “Just the thought of the cashier knowing I was going to get lucky…”

You arched an eyebrow. “Get lucky?”

He looked comically caught out, eyes wide for a second before he shook his head. “Less talking now…” And then he was kissing you again…

Between rushed mouths and eager hands, he managed to tear the condom packet, pulling out the latex to slip it over his erection. Kneeling over you, you could see perfectly when he attempted to roll it the wrong way up. “Oh, shit. Ignore that,” he muttered, fixing it immediately.

You stifled a laugh. “Ignored.”

He gave himself a tug, making sure everything was secure and your mouth practically watered. “Just warning you now, this may be a three pumps and Bam! kinda thing,” he informed you as he laid over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so turned on.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I don’t mind. Just want you.”

“I want you more.” He rubbed his nose against yours.

Hitting his ass, you shot him a look. “It’s not a competition.”

“Isn’t it?” He asked, pretending to be confused.

“Quit stalling,” you whined. “Let’s have sex.”

“Let’s,” he agreed with a warm smile. You turned gooey instantly.

Pressing his knees to the mattress, he hovered over you, wrapping his hand around his dick to direct it between your legs. He rubbed the length up and down your slit, flesh heavy and hot, coating himself in your arousal. The sensation was good for you, but for him it seemed to blow his mind, eyes practically rolling back into his skull as he grunted. He stopped at your entrance, looking up at you as he slowly pushed the head inside.

You shifted under him, trying to stay patient. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him, but realistically you needed to take things slow. You held onto his shoulders, silently telling him to continue. He let out a strained groan as he slipped in deeper, your walls snug and hot around him, begging him for more. Inch by glorious inch, you kept on taking him, until you were filled up just right.

“Shit,” you uttered, looking up at the ceiling as you adjusted to the sensation.

“Was that a curse?” He asked, voice tight but greatly amused as he nosed your throat.

“Hardly.” Your voice was barely there, desperate for him to move.

“I’d still class it as swearing.” He was holding his breath, yet still felt the need to be a smarty-pants. You moved your hips practically a centimetre and he grunted. He didn’t want you to win though. “I want more. Maybe not tonight, but I will turn your mouth filthy by the end of the week…”

A moan tore from your throat uncontrollably, and you couldn’t look at his face because you knew you’d be met with a gloating smirk. You steeled yourself, nose in the air. “Game on.”

Seokjin laughed obnoxiously, but couldn’t wait any longer, slowly dragging out of you and then pushing back in. His breath hitched – so did yours, and he carried on, propping himself up with one hand as he gained a steady rhythm.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, watching your face.

“You too.” You clung to him, feeling your face heat up and ended up dropping your gaze.

“Honey, don’t be shy,” he whined, reaching to cup your face, in the process pressing more of his body weight into you. You clutched him tighter, wanting him as close as ever. “I like watching you. Knowing I’m making you feel good.” His mouth on yours now, you sunk into the kiss, moaning softly as his thrusts got quicker. You met each one, rolling into him.

It wasn’t long before he was on your throat, kissing and nipping the skin, his hands exploring the rest of your body. Your ran your fingers through his hair, sighing sweety when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, slipping the hard flesh into his mouth to suck.

Face pressed against your chest, his movements became a little erratic, breathing heavy until he was panting. You moaned along, loving how he was making you feel. “You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He awed, voice raspy.

You let out a weak chuckle, running your fingers through the ends of his hair. “Of course you would say that with a face full of my boobs.”

He laughed too, kissing his way back up your chest, his hands pressing into the pillow as he leaned in for your mouth. You stared at one another for a little while, your moans mingling together, and it was the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with anyone.

“Good?” He asked. You were unsure if he was asking how you were or if you were enjoying yourself, but regardless, the answer was the same.

“Really good,” you smiled, running your hand down his chest.

His thrust were getting messier, less controlled, less strategic, so it was no surprise when he had a confession to tell you, kissing you once again. “I’m-I’m… close.”

He’d exceeded the predicted three pumps at least… “Hey, you can go a little harder,” you whispered against his mouth.

He grunted, slacking at your words but quickly got a hold of himself. Each snap of his hips got firmer and harsher, fucking – because there was no other way to describe it – you into the expensive bed. Your cries of pleasure came out stunted and unsteady, his own grunts louder now, gruffer as he chased his end.

“Seokjin –!” Your hands fell to his ass, holding him tight as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop,” you encouraged, which seemed to tip him over the edge – quickly.

“Fuck. Coming…”” His face fell into the crook of your neck, panting as he tried to keep moving, and then he froze, his body hot, partly sweaty, a long drawn-out groan sounding against your ear as he came.

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him to you because in all honesty, you didn’t want to let him go. You could feel his heart beating against your chest rapidly, even after he’d partially caught his breath, and you knew yours was beating just as fast. You kissed his shoulder when he kissed yours, and slowly he lifted his head, turning to give you a drunken smile. He sighed contently. “That honestly beats any orgasm I’ve ever given myself lately.”

“I should hope so!” You burst out laughing, not quite expecting those to be his first words and he immediately joined you before hugging you tight.

You awoke naturally, light from outside peeking through the loosely closed drapes. Seokjin had his arm around you, his body curved into yours, and you could tell by his breathing he was still very much sound asleep. Proving your point, he grunted softly, rolling onto his back, his grip on you loosening. Carefully, you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form. His lips seemed to be pouted, eyebrows furrowed slightly – of course he had an adorable sleeping face. Of fricking course.

The bed sheets were pushed down, draped across his pelvis, one hip sticking out, while his broad chest and toned stomach laid bare. You found yourself smiling, insanely happy, wondering if you’d been a saint in a past lifetime – you had to have been. How else had you hit the jackpot? A kind-hearted, beautiful man with a banging body? You’d struck big.

Wanting to leave him sleep longer, you got up quietly, needing to pee, not worrying that you were butt naked, and as you left the bathroom, you moved to the closet (room) to fish for your phone in your purse. You’d left it there all evening yesterday, not wanting to be interrupted, and low and behold you had a bunch of notifications waiting for you on the screen. You got back into bed, getting comfy before you scrolled through them. Most were unimportant, news updates and social media notifications. You had a text from your mom reminding you to call your grandmother soon, one reminder regarding your phone bill going out tomorrow and then, from half an hour ago, a text message from your best friend. Why the hell was she up so early on a Sunday?!

Soojung (8:32am) Spill the details girl! How was Mr. Dilf 🥵👨🏻🍆💦

You snorted, pretty loudly, couldn’t help it, and when you realised you shoved a hand over your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend (yes, it felt so good to finally use that word) up. You glanced over, but his eyes were still shut, a peaceful look on his face, so with a relieved inner sigh, you went back to your phone, wondering how you should reply. You had quite a lot to say, messaging her “the details” wouldn’t work. Maybe you could give her a summary? Until tomorrow when you could call her while Seokjin was at work. Maybe you could meet her for lunch. And who knew, you’d probably have more to tell her come then –

“Good morning, beautiful.”

You jumped when you heard Seokjin’s voice, his arm wrapping around you once more as he snuggled closer, encasing you in his body warmth.

“Seokjin,” you greeted, instantly shoving your phone onto the nightstand, face down. “Good morning.”

“Mmm.” He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, burrowing his arm under the covers to touch your skin, hand cupping your waist. He was still sleepy, voice groggy. You settled into his hold, closing your eyes. With a kiss to the top of your shoulder, he spoke again. “What were you snorting at?”

Your eyes immediately flew open. He’d heard that? “Nothing,” you tried to reply casually.

He laughed, the throaty sound shooting up your body, leaving warmth in its wake. “Come on, something made you laugh.” He lifted his head, looking at you pointedly, plump lips pressed together, mouth curving up slightly. “You have to share, it’ll be rude not to.”

It took you a second to give in. “Fine.” It was probably time to let him know anyway. Soojung might try to kill you, but she couldn’t get you if you were gated in at Seokjin’s home… You reached for your phone and flashed the screen on, holding it out to him. “Soojung’s an idiot,” you sighed.

He delicately held the back of your hand, steadying the device so he could read the messages. A second later he was deeply amused, lips quirking before he let out a little laugh. “Has that been my nickname the entire time?”

“Maybe…” Amongst other things… They could wait till later though.

He hummed, trying to keep his expression casual, but you could tell by his eyes how amused (and smug) he was. “The emojis add a nice touch.”

You rolled your eyes, about to tell him to shut up, but immediately his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you sweetly – which was all just an act. When he pulled away, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tone arrogant. “So… how was Mr. Dilf?”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening. He was just as bad as Soo and Taehyung.

Laughing loudly, he kissed you again, caging you under him smoothly. Your hands reached for his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you. “Was it good enough for a round two? Don’t expect me to keep my hands off you,” he told you, his fingers tickling your stomach as his face fell to your neck, kissing and biting the skin.

You began to laugh, squirming under him, but no matter how much you tried to free yourself it was impossible. “Stop,” you whined. “Seokjin, you’re tickling me!” He eased off with the tickling but his mouth only seemed to ramp up, his tongue licking up your throat. “You’re so sexy,” he groaned, meeting your gaze, and instantly laughed. “I love embarrassing you.”

You grumbled, realising you’d started to blush. “I’m not embarrassed,” you insisted. “I’m turned on.” Two could play at that game. Seokjin’s eyes widened comically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Yeah?” He murmured, getting a hold of himself, mouth ghosting over yours. You nodded, dragging your hands down his back to settle on his ass. You could feel his dick rousing between your thighs. It was so easy to get him. He was like putty in your hands.

“You’re okay though, mm?” He asked, tone softening as he stared into your eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I thought that was obvious,” you informed him, but his tenderness didn’t go ignored. God, you were really lucky. “I feel so happy,” you grinned, moving to clasp your arms around his neck. He grinned too, teeth on show, and then you couldn’t hold off any longer, kissing him eagerly.

“Fuck,” he breathed, after you’d just licked a strip up his jaw line. His hands clung to hips. “I want you in so many ways.”

You gave him a dangerous smirk. “We have all week, I’m sure you’ll be successful.”

Groaning, he seemed beside himself, skin hot and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, falling into his eyes, cheeks patched red. Finally, he settled on a decision. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“Okay,” you replied instantly, your excitement already tenfold, and suddenly you were in his arms, rising off the bed to be carried (naked) bridle style to the bathroom. “Seokjin!” You squealed, clinging onto him tightly, but all he did was laugh. You could get used to this.

His walk-in shower was grand, practically a separate wet room – two glass doors leading inside and a marbled tiled bench to the left with two panelled windows behind it. There were two showerheads – one large one attached to the ceiling and the other jutting out from the wall. Seokjin chose the centre one, knocking it on and enclosing you both in hot water. Warmth radiated from beneath your feet too – heated flooring, of course.

You spent the next ten minutes wrapped together kissing, hands exploring one another’s soapy bodies. It wasn’t long before there was a very obvious erection bobbing against your stomach. “Someone says hello again,” Seokjin hummed against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before he broke away and chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been the cause of many an awkward boner.”

You laughed, hooking one arm around his neck. “I noticed.” Your other hand wrapped around his dick, the wetness of his skin making it easy to glide your fist along the veiny shaft. You gazed up at him, admiring the way he’d pushed his wet hair above his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome – so handsome, you were finding it hard to control yourself. “Was this one of your ways?” You murmured.

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, huffing out a little when your thumb grazed the sensitive slit across the head of his member.

“I have a better idea…” You whispered, pushing a little at his chest. “Sit.”

He obeyed, sitting on the bench while watching you wordlessly (but curiously), his eyes flashing when you moved to kneel in front of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dick twitching in anticipation. You took him in your fist again, feeling oddly confident as you flicked out your tongue. It had been a long time since you’d sucked dick but you were more than ready.

You washed your tongue across the head, hearing him grunt above you, and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, sucking firmly around the tip. His hands instantly reached for your head, fingers carding through your hair. He groaned lowly, thighs tense, but when you started to jerk your fist along his shaft, he relaxed into the pleasure, murmuring your name.

“Okay, this idea seems better than mine,” he admitted, voice tight.

You hummed in agreement, vibrations travelling up his length which made him groan, fingers in your hair tightening. Taking him deeper, you washed and swirled your tongue as best you could around the thick flesh. Seokjin’s length was impressive, but you had all week to grow accustomed to it, for now, you had your hand, continuing to stimulate him with both that and your mouth. The water from the shower hit your back and calves, the heat beneath you making sure you didn’t grow cold.

“Should we go back to the bedroom?” Seokjin asked, sounding concerned, despite how good you were making him feel. A hand ran down your back soothingly. “Your knees will start aching.”

Pulling off him, a string of saliva that attached you breaking apart, you shook your head and ran your palm all the way up his length, twisting against the tip. He bucked into your hold. “It’ll be worth it.”

Seokjin let out a low growl, eyes dark. “Don’t say things like that.”

You smirked, spreading your saliva up and down him slowly before speeding up, concentrating on the head. Seokjin’s mouth was open, his breathing shallow, chest littered with red blotches, making it painfully obvious how aroused he was. You wanted to run your hands all over the muscular torso, mouth too – but that could wait. First of all, you wanted to make him cum.

“You have a pretty big dick. Has anyone ever told you that?” You purred, eyes flicking down to his crotch.

Seokjin grinned confidently, the hand in his hair reaching to cup your cheek. “You seemed to handle it very well last night.”

Oh. Heat exploded through your body, settling between your legs, and you took him back in your mouth, a hiss leaving his throat. He tapped your chin, gaining your attention. “Y/N, look at me,” he commanded softly.

And you did. You watched every bit of pleasure that flitted across his face as you continued to suck his dick, never breaking eye contact, even when he did; eyelids closed, face scrunched up as he came down your throat a few minutes later…

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Fortunes of Love Pt 6 (Eda x OC)

Summary: Niliana goes through a rather tiring day, just wishing she had more time to sleep.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

The market was bustling with life that day. Niliana just had to be there on the busiest day of the week at the busiest time, didn’t she? As she struggled to push her way through the throng she wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to just skip the nap and go earlier in the day even if it would have left her exhausted. Whatever, she couldn’t do anything about that now.

She heaved a sigh of relief when she finally reached her tent, the din of the crowd muffled ever so slightly by the heavy fabric of the tent walls. With a snap of her fingers, the dark was lit by the clusters of various candles scattered about. She was thankful to find that nothing had been moved or taken while she was gone. Usually, she would put up some sort of ward to keep potential thieves and troublemakers away but she hadn’t gotten the chance to do so yesterday after running into King.

It had been a very long time since she had taken the tent down. She couldn’t even remember the last time that happened. This tent had been her home for so many years now, there really had been no need, but today would be different. She really couldn’t leave it up if she wasn’t going to be around for a couple of days.

It really only took a few minutes to pack everything up, items flying about. The tent folded in on itself, blanketing everything else until it formed a single pack. Then, with a circle of light, it vanished. All that was left was her small stall, but she could leave that behind. It wasn’t exactly that important.

Unfortunately, now that the tent was gone she was surrounded on all sides by the crowd once again. She noticed that there was a small group of witchlings nearby that stared up at her in wonder. Clearly they had watched her put her tent away, amazed by the show of magic they were incapable of doing themselves. Nily gave them a shy little wave and a few of them waved back before the whole group ran off, talking and giggling amongst themselves.

She made her way to the library, avoiding as much of the crowd as possible. The library itself wasn’t nearly as busy, the silence deafening after the noise from outside.

It took her longer than she would have liked to go over the beast taming section, glancing through the different book titles. There were a few books that sounded promising. She picked those ups and gleaned through the chapter titles, but nothing seemed to quite fit Eda’s situation. After some time she decided it may be best to look in a different section. Eda was cursed, right? Then maybe she needed a book on curses instead.

By the time she finally left the library, sadly empty-handed, the sun was getting dangerously close to the horizon. She felt a bit of panic rise in her chest. Eda would be waking up soon if she hadn’t already. She took a deep breath. She was sure it would be fine. Hooty knew not to let him out and she had to trust King was smart enough not to get himself killed. Still, she rushed back as quickly as she could.

Luckily, when she got back the house hadn’t been torn apart or something.

“Hey Nily!” Hooty croaked in his annoying voice as the witch approached the front door.

“Everything okay?”

“Yep!”

Nily had opened the door before he had even answered but froze in the doorway.

The living room was empty.

She took another deep breath, shoving the panic down once more. Hooty said everything was, so she must be in the house. She just wasn’t in the living room. And she couldn’t be chasing King around or something because there was no screaming or the sound of running footsteps.

She left her staff by the door, the wooden snake curled on top suddenly springing to life and slithering up her arm to rest on her shoulders. She smiled at him, giving him a little scratch under his chin before going to search the house.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long. Eda was just such a large creature there weren’t too many places to hide. She ended up finding her in what she assumed was her room. The pair of double doors were already open, revealing the decently large room beyond filled with various shelves and boxes of stuff and a large nest against the left wall, complete with sticks and some shiny things. That’s where Eda was, laying in her nest, pitch-black eyes staring at her the moment she appeared in the doorway. A low growl filled the room, making the witch freeze in place.

The growling quickly turned into chirps of delight. She bounded out of her nest to meet the witch. She smiled, chuckling at her.

“Hey hun, what’re you up to?”

The beast cooed back. Apparently not much.

“Do you know where King is?”

Eda just blinked back at her.

“He’s probably napping somewhere, isn’t he? So much for keeping an eye on you, huh?”

She chuckled to herself and went downstairs, Eda following close behind.

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When Luz got home she didn’t burst through the door like she usually did. She was a bit more subdued. Of course, that didn’t stop her from shouting an “I’m home!” and smiling at the wonderful smells that were coming from the kitchen. She smiled a little wider when she got to the kitchen and saw everyone together. Nilly was cooking, of course, while King looked like he was trying to play with a very uninterested looking Eda at the table. She looked at the girl as she walked in, making a cute little cooing sound.

“Welcome back, hun! Did you have a good day with your friends?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Luz shrugged her shoulders, sitting at the table.

King whipped his head around, narrowing his eyes at the girl critically. Luz started to sweat a bit under his gaze.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, leaning a little closer. Luz tried not to look right at him.

“Whaaat? Yeah, of course! Why would I lie?”

Clearly, no one believed her. Even Nily was giving her a side glance that said she knew something was off. At least she didn’t bother the girl about it, unlike King.

“Did something happen?”

“No.”

“Something happened.”

“Nothing happened!”

“Something had to have happened! I know these things.”

“Clearly you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I know everything.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do!”

“Then you tell me what happened.”

“So something DID happen!”

Luz groaned in frustration, sinking into her seat and stubbornly crossing her arms, refusing to say anything else. King looked triumphant, proudly resting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest like he just won some great battle. Nily shook her head.

“King, leave her be. If she wants to talk about she’ll talk about it. Pestering her isn’t going to help anything.”

King deflated slightly at her words, sitting back down.

“Sorry, Luz.”

She smiled at him.

“It’s okay, King. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

For a moment they just sat in awkward silence. Luz desperately looked around for something to talk about to break the quiet.

“Hey, why is Eda wearing a collar?”

That seemed to do it well enough. King blinked at Luz, then looked really hard at Eda who blinks back owlishly. It was very difficult to make out, blended almost perfectly with the feathers on her neck, but sure enough, there was a collar there. It just looked like she had some gray leather around her neck.

“It glows in the dark.” Niliana said, not even bothering to look up from her work. She was already getting the plates ready. “So I can keep an eye on her when she goes outside at night.”

“What!” Luz shouted, jumping to her feet and slamming her hands on the table, making Eda and King jump. “You’re playing with her outside? I want to do that!”

Niliana hummed, thinking it over. Of course Luz would want to spend more time with Eda, especially outside where there was more room. But going out at night did not seem like the best idea, especially for the teenager who was still growing and needed her sleep. Maybe if they went out earlier in the day.

“Not today.” She finally said, placing the plates on the table. “It’s a bit too late and I don’t want you outside when it’s dark. We can try tomorrow before dinner.”

Luz huffed but sat down. “Fine.” Of course, the frown didn’t stay on her face long. “I can’t wait! We’re going to have so much fun!”

“Hey! I want to come too!” King shouted, apparently feeling left out. “I can make her my minion of evil!”

Eda was staring at them intently and Nily noticed. Well, she wasn’t staring at the people at the table. It was more like she was staring at their plates, grumbling to herself and drooling. So, she made another plate and put it on the floor for her, too. There wouldn’t be any leftovers today, but no one really cared, especially when King and Luz just laughed and giggled at how happy it made the owl beast.

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This night was darker than yesterday. Niliana could only just make out the branches of the trees above her and the trunks surrounding her. She had to walk slowly to make sure she didn’t run into anything. Far ahead of her, in the branches, she could make out the glow of something teal, Eda moving around and jumping about, doing whatever.

It was only the second night, but Nily was already slowing down. She was still tired from last night and not getting nearly enough sleep throughout the day to make up for it. Still, she trudged on, keeping Eda within sight the best she could.

And that worked for a while. But then, well into the night when the moon was on its way down, she lost sight of her. It happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, she could make out the glow of her color bopping about ahead of her. The next, it was gone. Niliana didn’t freak out like she thought she would. She was far too tired for that. Instead, she just sighed and mounted her broom, flying above the tree canopy.

It was much brighter up here, the moon and stars lighting everything up and giving them a silver glow. But Nily didn’t really have time to admire it, she had a cursed beast to find.

She didn’t see anything above the trees, so it was unlikely she had flown away. She flew down, hovering over the canopy and gazing through the branches, searching for any sign of movement or the glow of the collar.

She had only been at it for a short while, likely less than a minute, when she heard the branches nearby start to rustle. Suddenly, a giant mass burst out. She just managed to swerve out of the way and avoid getting knocked off her staff. Well, that was one way to wake her up.

“Eda, what was that for?” she shouted, but there was no anger in her voice.

The owl beast was flying next to her. Well, flying circles around her, really, each beat of her wings nearly grazing the witch's shoulders. The beast trilled at her, a smile clear on her face.

They flew together for a while, Niliana just following Eda around. She had more than enough time now to admire her surroundings. Sure, she flew around quite a bit, often very high, but it had been a very long time since she got to do it a night. The stars were so clear and bright.

The horizon was just turning gray, dawn fast approaching, when Eda decided she wanted to go home. She walked through the woods slowly, clearly very tired. Not that Niliana was complaining. She didn’t exactly have the most energy either. So, they walked, the morning air crisp, the birds just beginning to sing. It was nice.

When they got back to the house, ignoring Hooty’s good mornings, Nily immediately collapsed onto the couch, face down in the cushions. It was not a very comfortable couch, but she was just so tired it felt like the softest couch on the Isles. Eda settled next to the couch, staring intently at the witch until she moved again. She just grabbed the blanket and dragged it over her shoulders, mumbling a good night to the owl beast before promptly falling asleep.

Eda watched her a moment longer before giving an enormous yawn and curling up as close to the couch as she could. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, either.

When Luz and King came down later in the morning, they decided they wouldn’t bother Nily today. They let her sleep as long as she needed.

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