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Part VI

Summary: Lloyd is asked to help with a dangerous problem and the reader is drawn into a family dispute.

Word Count: 7,568

Warnings: Suggestive content, inappropriate for minors, no out right smut. Only appropriate for 18+ readers. Foul language. Internal angst from the reader. Discussion of family problems and unplanned pregnancy. Hints of potential parental neglect. Depiction of stalking. Chapter content includes: an accusation of domestic violence (no specific details), several missing persons cases, a detailed analysis of a murder, and discussion about a serial killer.

Author's Note: I know this post is a bit late. My professor didn’t show up at her office hours, so I ended up spending five hours watching YouTube tutorials to figure out my question. She emailed me an apology and explained that she forgot to announce her office hours had changed. Begrudgingly, I’ve decided to forgive her.

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The Princess and the Lawyer - Part VI

Clayton Bishop’s eye twitched when Lloyd propped his feet on the desk.

Lloyd smothered a grin and crossed his ankles. He smoothed out a crease in his trousers and waited.

“Do you have to do that?” Clayton asked, staring at Lloyd’s cognac wingtips.

“It’s my office. I like to be comfortable.”

“There’s such a thing as being too comfortable.”

“Not to me. Come on, Bishop. Why are we meeting at the crack of dawn?”

The text had come in last night, with only sparse details. Lloyd hadn’t been able to extract any more information out of him. Reticence was unusual for his former professor, and current boss, which meant Lloyd was brimming with curiosity.

“Are you familiar with the case of Shun Nguyen?”

Lloyd searched through his memory.

“Yes. He was convicted of murdering his girlfriend twenty years ago. There was a lot of media attention and the Singaporean government protested his treatment in prison.”

“Correct. It was my case.”

Lloyd knew that, but hadn’t wanted to bring it up. Nguyen’s conviction was controversial. Many believed him innocent. Twice as many thought he was guilty of more than just his girlfriend’s murder.

“Rumors that Nguyen was a serial killer abounded, but there was no proof. We didn’t find any more bodies but the one we had was enough to try him on. So, we focused on doing what we could with what we had.”

“Why are we discussing this? Nguyen’s serving a life sentence.”

“No, he isn’t. His case was overturned by the Virginia Supreme Court.”

Lloyd’s eyebrows arched. “I didn’t hear about it.”

“Presidential election year - headline space was limited. They voided his conviction and he left for Singapore, where he still holds dual citizenship.”

“I’m even more confused now. You know a murder case can’t be tried twice.”

Bishop reached into his briefcase and passed Lloyd a file.

“That’s not going to be a problem.”

Lloyd opened the cover. Empty eye sockets stared up at him from the glossy eight by twelve. It was a human skull, partially engulfed in concrete.

“Is this from the original case?”

He picked up the photo. The exact details of the case escaped him, but he remembered Dr. Nguyen’s girlfriend had been disposed of in a slab of concrete.

“Sort of.”

Lloyd glanced up at Bishop, surprised by the cryptic answer. He frowned at the level of detail captured in the photo. Cameras hadn’t been this good twenty years ago.

“When was this taken?”

“July 2nd.”

Lloyd raised an eyebrow. “Of this year?”

“Yes.”

“That’s two weeks ago. Who is this?”

“Several of Dr. Nguyen’s alleged victims still have open case files in Fairfax county. None of them were found. The cold case unit assigned the file to a new detective three weeks ago. He went to see where we found the first victim. On his way to the site, he found this.”

Lloyd groaned. “Fuck.”

“I used a lot of colorful phrases to describe my feelings when I got the call. But that was the sentiment I landed on, too.”

“Can I run this by you, as I understand it?”

Bishop nodded. “Sure.”

“Twenty years ago, you convicted Shun Nguyen of murdering his girlfriend.”

“Eighteen years ago. Setting the trial date took awhile.”

“Whatever. A conviction was won. Three years ago, the state Supreme Court overturned it. Then - just a few weeks ago - a new detective picks up the case, goes to the site where the first body was dumped, and finds… this.”

Lloyd took the photograph and turned it around, displaying the skull.

Bishop looked like he’d taken a bite of a lemon.

“Did I miss anything?” Lloyd asked.

“The concrete slab was dated to be approximately twenty-two to twenty-five years old.”

“So while you guys were working on the original case…?”

“This slab was about four hundred feet behind us the entire time.”

“And no one noticed it?!”

“The woods are thick. I’m just as horrified as you. More so, even. If we’d had these remains our case would have been far more compelling. Lloyd, this might be our second chance at putting Shun Nguyen away for life.”

“Nobody searched the woods? This victim just hung out in a concrete slab for an extra twenty years, while the other one was found a little more than a football field away?”

“We searched, but the perimeter was set at three hundred feet. We only found this body because of Detective Roth, and received its authentication report on Friday.”

“Holy shit, Bishop. Holy shit.”

Bishop folded his hands and regarded Lloyd somberly.

“You know why I’m telling you this, right?”

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You were ten minutes late to work. In your left hand, you balanced a Starbucks carrier as you struggled against the fierce wind to latch the door. Finally, it clicked shut.

Jen’s office was your first stop. She made grabby hands at the drink carrier.

“My precious!”

You snorted and handed over her vanilla latte.

Jen sniffed at the aroma. “I love you.”

You took a step back. “That’s so sweet… but listen. I think we should see other people. My personal time is important to me - ”

“Screw off. I was talking to the coffee.”

You leaned against the door jam to her office.

“How’s summer vacation?”

“Once I pack these little monsters off to school, I’ll cry tears of joy.”

“Have they killed your garden yet?”

“Not yet. I’ve resorted to barbaric threats to get them to weed it.”

You grinned. “Let me know if you need any bamboo shoots. Or iron fetters.”

“Do you know how much easier it would be to just do it myself?” Jen asked.

“Hang in there. Gardening builds character.”

“Yesterday, Jason claimed my habanero plant was a weed and uprooted it.”

You cocked your head. “Are you sure it was an accident? The tomatoes are ready, you use habaneros in salsa, he doesn’t like spicy food…”

Jen’s eyes narrowed. “Unbelievable!”

“I think he’s a genius.”

Jen looked up, suddenly laser focused. “Speaking of hot stuff. Guess who had a bounce in his step this morning?”

“Andy?”

“Lloyd. I actually saw him smile.”

“Lloyd smiles all the time.”

“No, he doesn’t. I did a double take to make sure it was really him. There’s only one thing that puts an expression like that on a man’s face. He got laid.”

“Uh… okay.”

“Who do you think it was? He has no life, so the suspect list can’t be that long.”

You gripped the coffee tray. Lloyd had more of a life than Jen suspected.

“I wouldn’t know… we don’t really discuss our personal lives. Listen, I’ve got to run, early meeting.”

“You’re fifteen minutes late. If the meeting was early, you missed it.”

“Bye, Jen!”

You bolted down the hall.

In the elevator you slumped against the wall to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding. The level of adrenaline you were feeling would’ve been more appropriate for a life threatening situation than escaping an awkward conversation. Could you handle an intra-office affair? What if your lies were so obvious that everyone found out?

D.C was a very small town, with even smaller legal circles. You could ruin your fledgling career in a nanosecond. These alarming thoughts should have taken first position in your mind, but they quickly fell away.

A smile spread over your face.

Lloyd was in a good mood. You smoothed your hair, preening a little. The elevator stopped at the fourth floor and as you walked to Lloyd’s office, there was a bounce in your step.

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You were taken aback by the sight of Lloyd sprawled on the sofa. One arm was draped over his stomach and the other behind his head. Bishop occupied the armchair cater-corner to the sofa. His left ankle was propped on his right knee. Both of them had rolled up their shirt sleeves and loosened their ties. It was a very serious look for eight a.m.

“I brought coffee?”

Lloyd scowled. “Throw Bishop’s in the trash. He doesn’t deserve it.”

You noted his irritation and switched modes. It was never openly acknowledged that moderating Lloyd’s hostility was one of your key duties. The tacit agreement was an odd twist in the office structure, but it kept the peace. Or rather, you kept the peace.

“I’m sure that isn’t true.”

You crossed to Bishop and handed him the coffee, then put Lloyd’s beside him on the end table. He adjusted his position so you could sit down.

When you were seated beside him, your eyes turned to the whiteboard behind his desk. It was reserved for analyzing major cases, and usually stayed in the closet. Today, it was plastered with pictures, papers, and color coded comments in black and blue marker. In the center, there was a photo of a human skull, halfway buried in concrete. Empty eye sockets peered creepily out of the 8x12, as if lifted from a de Gheyn painting. Rather than the artistic brushstrokes of de Gheyn, this picture was digital. Whoever had taken it had placed all focus on the skull. Without any framing or layers to add interest, the picture was rather stark.

“What do you think?”

Bishop’s question was a surprise. You realized he was watching your reaction.

“I guess someone pissed off the mob.”

Lloyd sipped his coffee. “That’s an angle we haven’t explored.”

Bishop raised an eyebrow.

“We don’t need angles. Nguyen did this.”

“That’s absurd. We have a responsibility to perform due diligence on all the possibilities. This case has to be approached with an open mind.”

Bishop ignored him.

“I’ve been working to get Nguyen to agree to an interview. You can take your time sorting through the new evidence, but trust me. All roads lead to Rome.”

“Don’t make assumptions,” Lloyd said.

“He’s the only person who would know the precise location of the prior dump site.”

You were tired of trying to follow their conversation without context.

“Who’s Nguyen?”

Bishop answered. “Shun Nguyen is a serial killer.”

“Objection, hearsay.”

You glanced at Lloyd. He’d folded himself into the corner of the sofa, and looked like a boxer squaring off with his opponent between rounds.

Bishop sent Lloyd an irate look and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, then explained.

“In the spring of 2002 a body was found near Cub Run trail. It’s a remote hiking path on the outskirts of Fairfax county in Stream Valley Park. After the body was found, I was asked to serve as prosecutor. The victim was a woman named Julia Xiarong. Her boyfriend, Shun Nguyen, was a resident physician at Forest View - that’s the community hospital in Harmony.”

“I’ve been to that park. My little brother’s baseball team plays tournaments there.”

“Have you been to Harmony?” Bishop asked.

“I’ve driven through it a few times. It’s a cute town.”

“In the early 2000’s they had a rash of missing persons cases. All the victims were young women and none of them have been found.”

“Wow.”

Lloyd jumped in.

“Because there were so many missing women, the locals theorized Nguyen was a serial killer. The police went along with it, and Bishop ramped up the circumstantial evidence to get a conviction. Somehow, even without a shred of solid evidence, he won. Three years ago, the Virginia Supreme Court overturned the ruling and Shun Nguyen returned to Singapore.”

Your eyes darted to Bishop, expecting a defense. He held up his hands.

“I admit it. I won the case on my ability to argue and not the facts. But what doesn’t hold water is that this body shows up twenty years later. In the same place! He’s the only person who would know where to put it!”

“Wait. What? These aren't Julia’s crime scene photos?”

“No,” Lloyd said, his tone a little bit too sarcastic for your liking. “Bishop. Please, elaborate on how these pictures came to be.”

The older man sighed. He recounted how the cold case investigator looking into the missing persons cases had found the new slab. It was discovered only four hundred feet from the original crime scene. This newly discovered victim appeared to pre-date Julia.

You reeled, struggling to absorb the idea that a second body could be found, years later, so close to an active crime scene. This woman’s body had gone undiscovered for decades, while another victim had gotten justice… Well, it was probably a stretch to call Nguyen’s overturned conviction justice. It was insane. You could understand Bishop’s position. It was definitely possible this was one of the missing women.

“I guess Detective Roth is very good at his job,” you said finally.

“And we were very bad at ours. A point Lloyd has spent the morning emphasizing at every turn.”

You looked down at the coffee table, littered with papers from the original case. One page was marked with the letterhead of the Virginia Supreme Court and it caught your eye.

“Why go over the past? It would take a new case to get Nguyen back in court.”

“My point exactly,” Lloyd said. “I’ll agree there’s reason to suspect Nguyen of being a serial killer. But accusing him in court is ridiculous. I can’t believe his defense let you play that card.”

“His attorney was expensive, but not very sharp. The case was high profile and it attracted the opportunists. Nguyen hired a suit from New York who was there for the publicity. I’ve never been so confident in a verdict.”

“Everything was built on circumstantial evidence. You don’t have anything placing him in the woods. You don’t even know exactly when Julia went missing. There are massive holes in the case and the timeline.”

Bishop shrugged. “I’m aware. If you’d been his lawyer, he would have walked.”

“How many criminal cases would you say are built on circumstantial evidence?” You directed the question to Bishop.

Lloyd’s jaw flexed. You knew circumstantial evidence was a large part of most cases. Lloyd had debated this with you in the past. The question was for Lloyd’s benefit - a gentle reminder that Bishop’s case wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be.

Bishop lingered another hour, discussing the details as you took notes. Lloyd paced, rearranged the whiteboard, and then arranged it back to its original state. He twirled his pen and responded to questions with grunts. Maybe Jen had imagined the bounce in his step this morning. He was certainly in a dark mood now. At ten, Bishop left for an unrelated meeting at the department of justice.

You sorted the papers into stacks according to chronological order. The first pile was the original crime, the next Nguyen’s appeals, and the last was from the recently discovered body. You looked at the two thick stacks of information, and the slim third one.

“Do you think Detective Roth would share the cold case files?”

“Bishop sent a courier for it.”

You reviewed your notes, trying to ignore Lloyd burning a hole in the carpet. Watching him pace was making you nervous.

“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? On April 19th of 2002, hikers reported seeing a skeletonized hand poking out of a concrete slab. When the police arrived, they identified the fingers as belonging to a human skeleton. Then, based on the reports, every single agency in Fairfax County showed up.”

“Why?” Lloyd asked.

“The missing women. They suspected this was one of them.”

“Tell me about the victim.”

“Julia Xiarong. She was identified through cutting edge DNA analysis. There wasn’t much left to examine, apparently.”

Lloyd paused his pacing and turned.

“What do you mean, cutting edge analysis? They had bones. Just take a bone marrow sample or examine the teeth.”

“Her teeth were destroyed. The coroner’s report attributed it to a post-mortem gunshot wound to the mouth. And the body was soaked in some kind of basic solution. Trace amounts of sodium hydroxide were trapped under the concrete. The forensic analyst said the bones were delicate, almost powdery, and ‘crumbled like shortbread,’ when touched.”

“Is that what led them to Shun?”

“No. His scientific knowledge did make him a great suspect, though. They initially questioned him because Julia was his live-in girlfriend.”

Lloyd crossed to the coffee table and picked up a file. Clipped to the front was a glamor photo of an Asian woman with a delicate, heart shaped face.

His eyebrows went up.

“I’ve never seen her photo before. From what I recall, Ngueyn wasn’t anywhere near attractive enough to be with this woman.”

“Wounded gazelle syndrome.”

“What?”

“Lions go after wounded gazelles, not healthy ones. Julia was pretty, but she had issues. The defense attorney’s research uncovered a string of jobs she couldn’t hold down, four psychiatric hospitalizations and several run-ins with the police for manic episodes.”

“That wasn’t on the news,” Lloyd said.

“The media focused more on Shun. They painted a caricature of him as a psychotic surgeon, even though he was on an internal medicine track.”

“What turned the police’s attention to Shun?”

“The same thing that allowed Bishop to convict him on such thin evidence. He was the only person with a motive. Once the DNA report confirmed it was her-”

“Wait. How did they manage to confirm her identity so quickly?”

“She was in the CODIS database.”

Lloyd cocked his head. “What kind of run-ins with the law did she have to end up in CODIS?”

“The DNA collection wasn’t related to her mental problems. She was never charged with a felony. After her manic episodes, they’d let her dry out in jail and then send her to a mental facility. After a few visits Julia underwent electro-shock therapy. It looks like it worked. In the three years between the treatments and her death, she didn’t have a single run-in with the law.”

“Then why the CODIS file?”

“Because Julia was an illegal immigrant. She’d been caught the previous summer with an expired visa and ordered to return to China. They took her finger prints and a DNA sample, which was standard procedure for immigration at the time. She was released and disappeared. The police think she was living with Shun because of her documentation problem. There’s no need to put your name on the lease if you’re not the principal tenant.”

“She needed him for more than just financial support.”

“Yeah.”

“Was he charged with harboring an illegal immigrant?”

“No. They had him on murder, it would’ve been irrelivant.”

Lloyd shrugged. “This is Bishop. He tends to throw everything but the kitchen sink at a problem.”

“Well, U.S. Customs and Border Patrol registered her DNA in the CODIS database after she was detained. They followed up and learned from the roommate that she’d moved out without notice. When they were unable to confirm that she’d left the country, they filed a report and moved on to more pressing issues.”

Lloyd nodded. “What else?”

“For obvious reasons, Julia didn’t work after she moved in with Shun. Prior to their relationship her immigration report shows jobs at various nail salons, a sewing factory, as a cigar roller, and then a bartender.”

“Isn’t that how she met Nguyen? She moved positions from cigar roller to bartending in their lounge.”

“Correct.”

“He didn’t report her missing, right?” Lloyd asked.

“Right. She was estimated to have been killed two weeks earlier. The detectives were suspicious when Shun said he wasn’t concerned by her disappearance. He played up her mental health issues and admitted they’d had relationship problems.”

“What happened when they ran down his tip?”

“Julia was popular in the neighborhood. Her friends painted a different picture. According to them, she saw a psychiatrist monthly and never missed a dose of her medication. They accused Shun of being emotionally and financially abusive, and said he’d been ‘physical with her’ before. She wanted to leave him, but couldn’t because of her immigration status. One of her friends had helped arrange a legal consultation to try and resolve her problem.”

“What did Shun say?”

“That he was sick of Julia and wanted to break it off, but she was clingy.”

Lloyd snorted. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. That was his story. My girlfriend is a lazy gold-digging nut job. They countered with what her friends said and he flipped out. Apparently, she wanted him to get rid of his Singaporean citizenship and marry her.”

“Is that why he decided to kill her?”

“Maybe. He stills claims he had nothing to do with her death, so who knows?”

“What was the evidence against him?” Lloyd asked.

“As far as physical evidence placing Shun at the scene, there’s nothing. A shell casing from a .22 was found in the woods behind his house. Further into the woods police located a patch of dead grass that had been doused with bleach. Cigarette butts were recovered from a grove of trees in the side yard, but didn’t yield any DNA.”

“Did Shun smoke?”

“No. The defense argued the cigarette butts proved someone else was involved. Bishop countered that a gang of local teens had been on a crime spree in the neighborhood, and the cigarette butts probably came from them. The so-called ‘crime spree’ was more like mischief than actual crimes. They vandalized garage doors, tipped over a play-house, and my personal favorite… dyed a swimming pool pink.”

“Cute. Were the teenagers questioned? Were they smokers?”

“No, they never got caught. Kudos to them.”

Lloyd tilted his head. “Have you ever dyed someone’s swimming pool?”

“I wish I’d thought of it, but no. My high school had an Olympic size pool. It would’ve been a great senior prank.”

“You know, I’ve seen your high school records. Thirty-seven detentions, but you graduated at the top of your class. How did you find the time?”

You glanced at your notes.

“Actually, that’s a good question for Shun. He was in residency when Julia disappeared and records show he was working double shifts. How could he have killed her, put her in concrete, set the concrete, and moved her into the woods?”

“That question has hung over the case for years.”

“The Virginia Supreme Court found it compelling enough to overturn his conviction,” you said.

“What about the jailhouse witness who claimed Shun confessed to him?”

“Dead in 2015.”

“And who was the co-worker who testified?”

“He works in Baltimore now. On the stand, he said Shun acted weird that week. He took several long lunch hours and was late twice. Bishop spun the testimony into a riveting story. During deliberation, the jury asked to see the transcript of his statement.”

Lloyd sighed. “That’s as terrifying as it is amazing. Bishop is a wizard.”

You closed your notebook and slipped off your heels, tucking your legs underneath you in a more relaxed position.

“I don’t think we should work this case,” Lloyd said.

“Why not? We’ve worked murder cases before.”

“A few, but those cases were mostly solved before we took them on. This is different; Nguyen has been killing for a long time. He’s a clear, present danger.”

“I thought you didn’t believe he was a serial.”

“Based on evidence, I don’t. Based on gut instinct, I do.”

“You’re saying the case is too dangerous.”

Lloyd nodded.

“For me? Or for you?”

His eyes flashed and you knew you’d hit at the heart of the matter.

“Both.”

“Bullshit.”

You kept your tone mild. Lloyd’s lip curled, flashing his teeth.

“Look, you fit his victim type. You’re young, pretty, and working in a professional job. Bishop thinks our combined interview skills can crack Nguyen. Or at least get something from him that will point in the right direction.”

“I might throw him off balance. That’s an excellent reason for me to go.”

Lloyd pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

“Or a fabulous reason not to. Damn it, Princess, have you ever watched Dateline? This man is a serial killer. He’s not a run-of-the-mill, heat-of-the-moment murderer. Nguyen is dangerous.”

“He lives on the other side of the world. How much of a threat can he be?”

Lloyd flexed his jaw. “I don’t want you involved.“

“But you don’t have a specific issue that merits it.”

“Can’t you be reasonable?”

“I’m the epitome of reasonableness. You’re the one foaming at the mouth.”

He snarled. It was an intimidating expression, one that would have made even a seasoned junkyard dog back down. You didn’t so much as blink. When Lloyd’s face smoothed out, you smiled.

“If I can handle you, I can handle him. And if I’m wrong, you’ll be there. If that happens, I promise to let you rub it in.”

Lloyd grunted. He stood up and paced in front of his desk as he considered it. Finally, he sighed.

“Fine. We’ll take this cluster fuck of a case. Afterall, it’s a favor to Bishop.”

You bounced up from the sofa, throwing your arms around his neck with a squeal.

“We’re hunting a serial killer! How is this my real job?”

Lloyd clasped your waist, drawing you against him.

“Could you try showing a glimmer of self-preservation, if only to make me feel better?”

“Bishop made a good decision. You’re the perfect person for a case like this.”

Lloyd rubbed the small of your back. “Why?”

“You’re rude, you enjoy ruffling feathers, you don’t care about small town politics or media attention, and we make an awesome interrogation team.”

He lowered his forehead until it pressed against yours. You stood on your tiptoes, unable to resist stealing a quick kiss. Lloyd’s lips brushed yours gently, once, twice, and then cinched his arm tight around your waist. He stepped forward, unbalancing you. To avoid falling backward you had to hang onto his shoulders and trust his supporting arm. As his mouth turned dominant and his tongue plundered your mouth, your knees went weak. You whimpered at the possessive exploration.

You were vaguely aware of Lloyd walking you backwards. When your calves pressed against the cool leather of the sofa, you gasped. Without pausing the kiss, he pushed you down and lodged his thigh between your legs. You moaned at the pressure of his weight. When he ended the kiss, you were pulsing with lust, eyes glazed, and breathless.

“That’s how I wanted to begin this morning.”

“Wow…” your heart fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings.

The frantic beating in your throat drew his attention and he bent to lick your pulse point. You shuddered, and he laughed.

“We should agree on what the boundaries are at work. I know you want to maintain a professional image, but I want to touch you.”

You squirmed, the question clearing the mental haze. He moved back so you could sit up.

“Can we pretend nothing has changed from nine to five?” you asked. “I don’t want to deal with everyone’s questions.”

“Your restraint is better than mine. I want to get you all hot and bothered in your sexy work outfits. No one will think anything of me closing my office door. I propose that you have to let me kiss you five times per day.”

“Three. I need to keep at least a few of my brain cells.”

“Four,” Lloyd countered.

“Three, and you can have one back rub per day.”

“Is the back rub deliverable upon request, or do I have to schedule it?”

“If you set up a back rub appointment on our Google Calendar, I’ll break your nose.”

“I’m not that stupid. How about this: if the office door is shut, touching is allowed?”

“Deal.”

“What are your thoughts on oral sex at the office?” Lloyd asked.

“No!”

“How about bending over my desk? A lunchtime quickie on the couch?”

“Ew! Clients sit on this couch!”

Lloyd smirked. “Am I hearing a ‘maybe’ to the desk proposal?”

“We can negotiate it later,” you said.

“I like where this is going.”

“Do you still want a full blown affair? I was worried you’d have second thoughts.”

His expression sharpened. “Why?”

“Are you sure you want to be with someone as inexperienced as me? If this isn’t going to be fulfilling for you…”

Lloyd relaxed. “No. Now, we can get started on the fun stuff… Namely, exploring all the needs you’ve spent years repressing. It will be fulfilling for both of us, I promise.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Lloyd brushed his thumb over your swollen lower lip.

“Consider me your sexual playground, Princess. And I always aim to exceed expectations.”

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By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted, and not for fun reasons. Despite the heated kiss and Monday’s agreement, the case demanded your full attention. Lloyd dove headfirst into the mire. He acted as if driving himself to exhaustion would solve the case before it turned dangerous. Even after studying the old interrogation tapes of Nguyen, you didn’t feel the level of threat he seemed to. But the complexities of the case were consuming and made the work day fly by. You’d barely remembered that tonight was your nephew’s birthday party.

A text from your sister, asking if you could pick up a cooler of ice, was the only reason you hadn’t flaked. You pulled alongside what looked like your parents’ sedan in the parking lot of the picnic areas and looked around. Vivian’s invitation hadn’t given the specific location of the party. Combined with the errand to pick up the ice, you were running late and didn’t have time to run home and change. Your sister was such a space cadet.

You shaded your eyes and squinted against the sun, trying to spot a familiar figure. Was this even the right picnic area?

The air was thick with humidity. You wondered who could forget to bring ice to an outdoor birthday party in late July. Wasn’t the insufferable heat a constant reminder? Finally, you saw your Dad at the picnic structure by the lake.

Wasn’t that just fantastic? Right next to the lake.

If Vivian had wanted a more humid spot, she couldn’t have chosen better. The evaporation from the cold water was going to blow straight onto the guests. Virginia’s humidity was already astronomical during late July. You grabbed the cooler, and took a deep breath.

It was fine. You were here to have a good time. This was a celebration of Sam, your only nephew. Who cared about the humidity when there was Sam’s first birthday party to think of? Your hair was going to care a lot about the humidity in a few minutes. You tried to brush off your sour mood and frame the situation in a more pleasant light. Your hair didn’t stand a chance in this heat, even without the lake. Neither did anyone elses’ for that matter.

You weren’t normally this short tempered; work stress must be frying your brain. Maybe you would see if Lloyd wanted to help you relax…

Your mom saw you and called out.

“You found us! I was wondering if you were lost.”

Vivian obviously hadn’t explained that it was her forgetfulness that made you late. Mom noticed you struggling to drag the cooler over the clumpy grass and shouted across the field.

“Caleb! Help your sister.”

You stopped to wait for your youngest brother to sprint over.

“Grab the other handle. It’s impossible to roll it over the grass.”

“Nice shoes,” he laughed, noticing your flip flops.

He took the other handle and with two people, the cooler’s weight was easily managed.

“I came straight from work. It was the shower shoes from my gym bag, or heels.”

“You’re kidding, I thought hot pink flip flops and pencil skirts were on trend. Don’t you read fashion magazines, Y/N?”

“Read them? Please. Vogue is waiting for my input on the September issue.”

“Vivian, where do you want this?” your mom asked.

Your sister turned, baby Sam on her hip, and Alissa a step behind.

Your two year old niece sometimes reminded you of a Velcro dog. She was always on Vivian’s heels, so close that she could’ve been labeled a tripping hazard.

“Put it on the end of that table.”

Caleb made a half offer to help, which wasn’t authentic in the least, but it was more than most fourteen year olds would have done. You let him off the hook and he sprinted off to rejoin the family soccer game. Vivian tried to help, but Alissa kept getting in her way. The mechanical task of arranging the ice bucket and stocking the cooler helped settle your nerves. Vivian sat down and Alissa crawled onto her lap, bumping Sam. You watched from the corner of your eye, mildly impressed at how Vivian managed to balance both of them in her lap.

When you’d finished, you sat down with her to watch the soccer game. Your three brothers were pitted against your cousins and the match had turned ugly. They were lucky none of the real adults had stopped the game. Caleb tripped your cousin Noah as he stole the ball, then raced towards the goal without glancing back. You shook your head. Someone was going to end up in the ER if they didn’t settle down.

“I’m sorry about the ice,” Vivian said.

“That’s okay. You had a lot on your mind.”

“Yeah. The pregnancy brain is already kicking in.”

You froze. “What?!”

Vivian glanced around and lowered her voice.

“Shhh. Not so loud.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“I haven’t told anyone else. Six weeks, I think.”

“Does Juan know?”

You’d seen your brother-in-law, but hadn’t spoken to him yet.

Vivian grimaced. “Yeah. We’re not on the same page about it.”

“Sam isn’t even a year old!”

“He is today.”

You glanced at Alissa, who was peeking at you from behind her mom. She ducked under Vivian’s arm when your eyes connected.

“How will you take care of a newborn, manage Sam’s crawling, and get Alissa ready for pre-school?”

“Lower your voice!”

Your jaw clenched, but you shut up, waiting for a reply. Vivian looked sheepish.

“It just sort of…happened,” she said.

The silence buzzed.

It just happened.

Just like all of you had ‘happened’ for your parents. There was never any consideration given to what the child needed. In your family, children just showed up, as if their parents didn’t understand how one event caused the other.

“Don’t be so judgmental,” Vivian complained when you didn’t say anything.

You inhaled sharply and turned away, watching the soccer game, but not seeing it.

“I don’t know what to say.”

It was a lie. You knew exactly what you wanted to say. But you could feel the sizzle of temper that meant you needed to calm down before you spoke.

“Can’t you just be happy for me?”

What about the expenses? What about college funds, diapers, and medical bills? What about the amount of time it took to meet the needs of a newborn? Plus managing two toddlers? Vivian was only one person. Juan would’ve helped, but he worked two jobs so his wife could stay home. It didn’t help that said wife spent money like it grew on trees. You felt a spike of anger towards him. Juan was supposed to be the responsible person in the relationship!

“Don’t be such a bitch,” Vivian said.

Your temper exploded. “Bitch? Really?!”

“You’re being mean. I’m happy. Can’t you be happy with me?”

“How are you going to pay for this baby?”

You held up a hand when she started to speak.

“Actually, I don’t want to hear it. You’re doing exactly what Mom and Dad did, having kids without regard for your ability to care for them. There’s plenty of birth control options that would have prevented this, but you don’t care! Another baby is just a bundle of joy, isn’t it? Having three kids at twenty-two is irresponsible, Vivian. You can’t afford it.”

“Shut the fuck up! I take care of my kids and pay for everything!”

“No, you don’t. Mom and Dad have been paying your rent for the last two months.”

You shouldn’t have let that slip out. Dad would kill you if he knew you’d brought it up with her. Vivian steamrolled past the comment to attack your criticism of her parenting.

“My kids are well cared for! I’m a great Mom - you’ve said so yourself.”

“I know you have good intentions. But tell me, has Alissa talked yet? To anyone other than you? She’s not ready for preschool. When the baby comes, you won’t have time to prepare her. Do you remember how hard it was for her when Sam came home? She’s going to have separation anxiety when preschool starts, which will coincide perfectly to the baby teething. What happens then? How will you help her manage the stress? Or are you just going to let her feel totally displaced and abandoned?”

Vivian’s nostrils flared. “I think you should leave.”

“Before you kick me out, let’s go talk to Mom about this. She might have some ideas.”

Her chin jerked up and fear flashed in her eyes. You realized why she was delaying the announcement. As much as your Mom loved her grandchildren, she had three teenage boys at home who were rather expensive. Vivian and Juan relied on your parents to stay afloat. Lately it was a major source of tension. Your Dad wanted to keep helping them out, and your Mom wanted to tighten the purse strings.

The pregnancy announcement was going to rock the boat, and right now, you weren't helping matters. You stood up.

“I’m going for a walk.”

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There was a trail around the park and you wanted to stalk the paved loop at full speed, but your flip-flops slowed you down. The asphalt was too hot for bare feet, which meant you had to move at a pace that was inadequate to express your frustration.

Your heart ached for Alissa. She obviously needed more attention than she was getting. She was such a quiet thing and Vivian was so scatterbrained she sometimes seemed to forget about her oldest child. You’d wondered before if Alissa’s clinginess was born from a fear she’d be forgotten if she didn’t stick close. Kids her age were known to have irrational fears - that was why you’d never said anything. Maybe you’d set aside your concerns too quickly.

With the addition of another child, Alissa became the oldest daughter. She moved another inch closer to turning out like you. Thinking of your shy, sensitive niece having that kind of responsibility put on her shoulders made your chest ache. You knew what the role entailed, how the stress never ended. Someone was always counting on you.

And who else would tie their shoelaces, check their homework, and prepare their lunch boxes? You were the one who signed the permission slips Mom always forgot. You made sure they were home by curfew. You made them hold hands when they crossed the street and participated in the library’s summer reading program.

You were the one they called when ice needed to be picked up. Tears stung your eyes and you had to stop to compose yourself. A few deep breaths helped you ride out the surge of emotion. Wiping your eyes, you sat down on a bench and checked your messages.

The first text was from Jen. She’d tripped in the garden and sprained her ankle, so the spin class you’d planned to try with her on Saturday was canceled. You sent her a get well message and emailed to notify the fitness studio you’d be absent. The other text was from Jake, who’d forgotten the passcode for the office’s side door. You sent him a voice memo with the numbers.

A twig snapped, and your head whipped around.

Your eyes darted up and down the trail, but no one came around the bend. There weren’t any footsteps approaching and hadn’t been for awhile. The snap of the twig hadn’t come from any particular direction, so you weren’t sure where to look. Before the noise the trail was silent. You’d been sure you were alone. Now, your skin crawled with the sensation that someone was watching. When your intuition raised the alarm, you didn’t question it, but you couldn’t tell what had set it off.

Something moved in the shadows and you whirled.

“Whoa!”

The man stepped back, hands raised in surrender.

“It’s just me, honey.”

“Sorry, Dad. You startled me.”

“I saw you and Vivian had an argument,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“Well, the food’s done. Let’s walk back and get you a plate.”

You nodded, and glanced around one more time, suddenly very glad he’d come to get you. Within a few steps you’d fallen into step beside him. His silence created an urge to explain and even knowing that wasn’t his intention, you talked.

“I didn’t mean to storm off. Vivian upset me, and I just… exploded.”

“Sisters will be sisters.”

“I got emotional. I think I said too much.”

He laughed. “If you lost your temper, you definitely said too much.”

You made a face.

“Y/N, let it go. Vivian has the memory of a goldfish. In two days, she won’t even remember what you said.”

You had a bad feeling that this time, that wouldn’t be the case.

For the rest of the evening Vivian ignored you. Since she had a right to be angry, you gave her plenty of space. As justified as your concerns might be, you’d crossed a line. Alissa’s developmental delay in talking was a touchy subject.

After the party Dad recruited you for a soccer game against your brothers. With your uncle as the third member your team was severely handicaped by a lack of fitness and age. Caleb, the youngest of your siblings, could run circles around everyone. Hector was only two years older and he’d set a state record in discus as a sophomore. Diego, the oldest of the boys, played competitive soccer. Both of your teammates ordered from the senior menu. You had no chance.

The score was twenty-five to zero when you finally got the ball away from Diego. As you ran towards the goal, you saw Caleb approaching on the left.

He’d been tripping your cousins all evening, and his intention was obvious. Caleb was only a foot away when you feigned going right. Dropping your shoulder to sell the fake, you distracted him enough to swivel your foot and push the ball left. Caleb stuck his leg out at the same time you changed direction. He stretched as far as he could, trying to catch your ankle, but fell face first in the grass.

You caught up to the ball, pivoted and scored.

“No fair!” Caleb yelled.

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Your mood was brighter after the game, having given Caleb what he deserved. It reminded you that not everything about being the oldest was a burden. After packing the empty cooler into the trunk, you sat behind the wheel, watching the last of your family cleaning up.

Should you apologize to Vivian?

Probably, but you weren’t done being mad. Her recklessness would have consequences and you couldn’t pretend to approve of her decision. You resolved to call her tomorrow if you were cool tempered enough for the conversation. Just as you put your finger on the engine start, your phone rang.

The caller’s ID was blocked, which wasn’t unusual. Everyone on Zach Hightower’s payroll used unlisted numbers, so you were expecting Landon or Jake.

“Hello?”

No answer. In the background, you could hear the crackling of wind.

“Hello?”

You double checked that the call had connected.

“Who’s there?”

Heavy breathing came through the speaker, then a mechanically distorted voice.

“You should never say ‘who’s there?’ Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish.”

Reeling, you stared at the phone. Had he just quoted a line from Scream?

You looked around, wondering if the caller was watching for your reaction. It didn’t take long to find the most likely source.

Caleb walked towards the parking lot, swinging a trash bag and smirking at his phone. He was the only one tech savvy enough to use a voice changer and a blocked number, and his motivation didn’t take much guess work. Your hand went to your seat belt, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

The phone rang.

Caleb was out of sight now, behind the wall of the dumpsters. You hit “answer” without looking at the screen.

“Do you know what happens when you mess with your big sister, Caleb? I’ll tell you what happens. I’m going to go home, find your precious Xbox, and set it in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Then I’ll have Diego pin you down and force you to watch me run it over. Multiple times. When I’m done, I’ll send you a piece of it every year at Christmas so you never forget what happens when you pull my chain. Are we clear?”

“Excuse me?”

Lloyd’s voice was tinged with amusement.

“Shit! I’m sorry. I thought you were Caleb.”

“I’m glad I’m not. What’d he do?”

“Prank called me.”

Caleb emerged from the dumpster enclosure, saw you and smiled.

You flipped him off.

He stopped, lifting his hands in a gesture that said, ‘what did I do?’

“I have some work news. Is now a good time?” Lloyd said.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Find your passport and pack a bag. You and I are going to Singapore. Nguyen agreed to sit for an interview.”

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ayur1n · 1 year

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art inspired from the makorra unplanned pregnancy and parenthood au made by @messymosaic ❄️

korra falling in love with mako (again) during her pregnancy isn't only due to her hormones- these two are a mess so obviously they have a whole baby before the first date damn

#makorra #makorra 2.0 #the legend of korra #digital art #current wip #korra #mako #art #korra fanart #avatar korra #mako x korra #unplanned pregnancy #digital sketch #tlok #parents au #preggo korra is the cutest #procreate #tlok fanart

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downbad4yoongi · 1 year

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It Was Always You

👑Jimin x OC

👑 Royalty AU

👑 2918 WC

👑 Warnings: Fluff, smut 🔞 (oral f receiving, edging, vaginal sex, orgasm denial)

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

Wrote this for @mrsparkjimin18 as a part of @bangtanwritershq Picture Perfect Valentine's Day Event.

Seraphina presses her face deeper into the pillow, humming pleasantly as soft, plush lips trail firm kisses down her spine. A weight settles firmly against her lower body as a particularly stinging kiss is pressed into the dip of her lower back pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Are you going to pretend to be asleep for much longer?” Jimin’s breath tickles across her flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Seraphina giggles, settling her cheek onto the pillow, “I don’t know. I had a really, nice dream; I wouldn’t mind going back to it for a bit.”

“Was I in it?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. There was someone there, but he was tall and incredibly broad–” her words are abruptly cut off with the sharp slap of Jimin’s hand to the firm globe of her asscheek.

“You were saying?”

Seraphina tilts her head to look over her shoulder at Jimin, gently chiding him, “Still as easy to rile up as ever, Captain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes to meet hers from under his lashes, his gaze weighted with dark intentions. “You say that so cavalierly while you are at my mercy.” The moist heat of his breath teases lower, caressing between her legs as he begins spreading them wider.

“Oh, would you look at that? It seems I don’t have the time to lay around and need to start getting ready for the day,” the words rush from her lips as she attempts to shuffle from beneath him.

She doesn’t even make it an inch before his firm grip settles on her hips, pushing her back down on the mattress, his own body shifting to settle between her legs. “Where are you rushing off to? I know your schedule for the day doesn’t start until the afternoon.” She can feel the indentation of each of his fingers as he grips her thighs and spreads her open wider to his gaze.

Seraphina buried her face in her pillow, groaning with the realization that she may have stirred a beast that she wasn’t ready to deal with. With a deep breath, she lifts her head, her mind scrambling for a way to talk herself out of what she knows is going to happen if she doesn’t distract him from his intent. “That is correct, but wouldn’t you want to spend that time attending to other aspects of your role since you don’t have to stand guard over me?” she asks in a rush.

The nearness of his dark chuckle radiates through her body, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Fortunately, I’m very capable of delegating which allows me the free time to teach you a well-deserved lesson.” The words have barely finished leaving his mouth before he is pressing his lips to her center.

“Shiiiiit!” she exhales as her upper body falls back to the bed. He caresses every part of her outer lips before using his fingers to spread her open and repeat it again over her inner labia. Finishing with a sharp flick of his tongue directly against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She can’t stop the sudden jerking of her hips at the jolt of pleasure, pushing her hips back silently begging for more.

She can feel the spread of his smile against her as he repeats the motion several more times before delving his tongue deep inside her. Seraphina buries her face back into her pillow moaning loudly as he yanks her back onto his mouth and devours her with luxurious licks and stinging nips to her pussy. In no time at all, she has coated his mouth and jaw with her slick and is on the precipice of falling into that blissful oblivion when he pulls back. Jimin’s mouth shifts from her pulsing center to trail open-mouth kisses along the inside of her left thigh.

Seraphina snaps her head up, arching to look back at him in bewilderment. As soon as her eyes land on his, she groans and collapses back onto her pillow, realizing his dark intent. Jimin was in his petty mode and was going to torture her by bringing her to the edge again and again but never satisfying the need he was creating.

The muted pounding of her fists against the bed has Jimin laughing but doesn’t keep him from diving back in the moment the signs of her approaching orgasm fade completely. Seraphina’s knuckles are pale and her hands are aching from her grip on the bed linens as he brings her to the edge two more times but leaves her panting and desperate.

Every muscle within her is aching with tension as tendrils of pleasure fade away for the third time and leave her a whimpering mess on the damp sheets. She is so wrung out she can’t bring herself to react to the slow glide of Jimin’s tongue reversing course up her spine as he settles his weight on top of her. His lips wrap around her lobe and suck gently.

“Baby, you still with me?” he asks softly, his hand gently stroking her arm as Seraphina struggles to regulate her breathing.

Moments pass before Seraphina is able to crack her eyes open, unleashing the wetness that was being held at bay. Tears track down her cheeks and nose as she weakly pushes her hips back against the heated weight of Jimin’s cock nestled against her ass in silent supplication for more. Jimin presses his forehead to her temple and lifts her hips for a better angle, and between one breath and the next is slipping inside her swollen walls dragging moans out of them both.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily into her hair as the thick glide of his cock inside her ends with his hips pressed tightly against her ass. Despite the exhaustion radiating through her, Seraphina shifts pushing her hips back in a muted bid for more. Jimin is beyond his teasing mood and readily gives in to her plea. His fingers settle on her hips and he begins a deep, firm rhythm rocking into her depths. Each plunge of his thick cock has Seraphina moaning as she clenches tightly around him, her aching walls desperate to reach their release.

The steady sound of Jimin’s hips slapping against her ass echoes around them with the accompaniment of his groans and her moans. The tempo subtly crescendos as Jimin works them closer to a climax they both are desperate for. Suddenly, Seraphina is tensing underneath him as her walls clamp tightly before every muscle in her is spasming as she succumbs to waves of pleasure.

Jimin follows after her momentarily, his body unable to resist the tight, warm clasping of her walls. His hips stutter a few more times before burying his cock in her depths, coating her insides with warmth. The strength of his arms drains from him, collapsing his body on top of hers; they rest there, heavily breathing, interspersed with gasps as aftershocks rack them.

“Your Majesty?... Your Majesty!”

Seraphina’s attention snaps back to the present, her gaze focusing on the townsperson sitting across from her. From the look he is giving her, this is not the first time he has tried to capture her attention. She glances over at Dahyun, and her assistant gives a slight nod, confirming that she had let her mind wander a bit too far.

“Apologies. I had let my mind wander and started thinking about a few meetings I have later in the day. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, can you tell me what you were saying again?” Seraphina works just the right amount of contrition into her tone and that paired with the heat flushing her cheeks at being caught daydreaming seems to go over well and the shopkeeper launches into his story again.

This time she listens despite holding back the slight wince from her low-grade headache that started this morning and has refused to ebb. The pitch of the man’s voice is causing her head to throb even more and she is not sure she can hide it for much longer. Not to mention, she can now feel her stomach rolling with queasiness. Her eyes flit to the ornate wall clock behind her current visitor and she holds back a sigh noting that there is still another hour of Tea with the Queen.

The monthly event typically is refreshing and provides insight into what is happening in her subjects’ lives and matters of importance to them. At this current moment though, she isn’t sure she can take even another minute of pretending to care about the trivial matters the people tend to bring forward. Sensing movement in the periphery, Seraphina watches her assistant, Dahyun, approach the small seating area that was staged for the session. The relief that washes through her is immediate and easily brings a genuine smile to her face, her first one all morning.

Dahyun politely informs them both that it is time for the next subject and steps aside, body angled toward the door behind Seraphina to guide the local shop owner out. He stands and bows deeply to her and hurries out through the door.

Seraphina slumps back in the stiff chair and slips her eyes closed, determined to enjoy the brief respite. Her new posture has ballooned out the deep purple peplum blouse she chose to wear today to continue hiding her swelling abdomen. It was the perfect top to continue the ruse that all was normal still; the fabric hugged her upper arms and chest but gently billowed out just enough to hide her baby bump while not drawing unwanted attention due to a sudden change in her wardrobe. She makes a mental note to have the royal tailor get her more of this style in a variety of hues.

She has zoned out so well she failed to notice that she is no longer alone. A gentle clearing of a throat alerts her to a new presence, figuring it must just be Dahyun returning. She pops open one eye and glances up, the snarky quip that she was poised to say catches in her throat. Seraphina pops up from her seat in shock, her hands reaching for the face she had been missing for weeks.

“Jimin! What are you doing back?” Her hands grip his shoulders, unable to remain aloof in front of prying eyes as she processes his surprise appearance. “You aren’t due back for another month.”

Jimin’s vigilant eyes flick to the palace staff loitering around the room and he gently takes Seraphina’s hands from his shoulders. He bows deeply over them, pressing his lips to the knuckles of one. “Good morning, Your Majesty. I felt my presence was no longer required on that scouting mission. I have left my best men in charge for the remainder of the excursion.”

Seraphina quickly catches the formality of Jimin’s tone and stiffens. His unexpected arrival made her forget all decorum and she is thankful at least one of them remained mindful. “Of course. I trust your judgment, Captain. I look forward to more details about what has been gathered thus far.”

Jimin nods his head slightly. “I’ll connect with Dahyun and have her schedule a time to meet.” He moves to take his leave, but that is the last thing she wants.

“Clear the room.”

A staffer steps forward. “Your Majesty, the Tea Time isn’t finished yet.”

Seraphina levels a weighted stare at her. “It is now. Now let’s not make me repeat myself.”

The color drains from the poor girl’s cheeks as she steps back and shuffles with the rest of the staff from the room. Seraphina watches Jimin suppress the smirk fighting to spread his plush lips, and in turn, has to hide her own. Finally, the last staff member leaves the room, and the door closes with a silent snick of the latch catching.

They both stand there watching each other for a moment; it has been so long since they have had the chance to be alone together, and this feels surreal. Another beat goes by accompanied by a giggle of disbelief before they snap into action and are folding into each other’s arms. His breath brushes the shell of her ear, “I missed you every day.”

“I know it’s only been a few weeks but your absence has felt like it’s been at least a year!” Seraphina nuzzles into his neck as he pulls her closer, her body flush against him. The relief of having him back made her forget not to press so tightly against him; that reminder came to the forefront of her mind as his shoulders stiffened.

His hands travel from holding her back to her waist; the hands that used to be able to easily cup each side are now stretched a bit wider, enough to notice the difference. Jimin’s head lifts as he holds Seraphina away from him and looks down at where the blouse drapes over her obscured abdomen hiding what he can clearly feel is a roundness to an area of Seraphina’s body that was thick, but flat previously.

Seraphina stills as Jimin drags his hand from her side around to the front of her belly. His brow furrows as his fingers gently prod. She observes him anxiously, his hands now resting closer to the front of her torso, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. He lifts his head, the question plainly expressed in his eyes.

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

“I’m past the first trimester. I found out a couple of weeks after you left.”

“Why didn’t you summon me back?” Jimin’s expression is a mix of awe and apprehensiveness.

Seraphina gently strokes Jimin’s arm and gestures toward the French-style sofa on the other side of the room. He nods and follows her over to the ornate sitting area. Seraphina sits first, doing her best to mask the anxiety running through her as Jimin settles next to her, his body angled slightly toward her.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Part of me wanted to call for you immediately, but my mind was all over the place. There was so much to figure out and multiple factors to consider, I wasn’t sure what to do for a while. When I came to a decision, I knew you would be back soon enough so I waited.”

Seraphina watches Jimin’s jaw clench as he processes this news. She can’t get a read on how he is feeling like she is normally able to and it’s killing her to wait for his reaction. Her fingers knot together in her lap as she lets her gaze wander around the room giving him time to process this life-altering news.

Her attention is brought back to him when she feels his hand gently cup the swell of her belly. She catches his gaze and the ache in her chest grows as she watches his eyes swim with emotions. His breath shudders out before he finally asks, “What are you going to do?”

“What would you like to do?” she counters.

The corners of his lips twitch wistfully. “I would like many things, Phín, but I’ve long ago let go of such wishful thoughts.”

The ache in her chest grows tenfold urging her to move closer to him, her hand taking hold of his. “Jimin…”

Jimin shakes his head sharply. “Seraphina, I have always known my duty and the role I would play in your life.” He straightens his shoulders and pats her hand. “So Your Majesty, what are you going to do?”

Seraphina sucks in her breath sharply. She knows what he is doing, Jimin is pulling away in preparation for having to let her go. Her curls dance around her shoulders as she shakes her head, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “Well first off, you can stop doing whatever it is you think you’re doing.” Jimin’s mouth opens to protest but she doesn’t give him a chance. “No, Jimin. I know you. You’re trying to pull away because for some reason you think that is for the best. You know what I think is best?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Seraphina, we always knew sneaking around wouldn’t last forever. I’ve always known that at some point, I would need to step aside when you would have to marry someone else of nobility.”

“That’s not going to happen, Jimin. I could never marry someone who doesn’t have my heart. Don’t you see that this is our chance?”

“They still will fight it, Seraphina.”

She scoffs, “They can try, but they won’t deny me the opportunity to marry the father of my child.” She pauses, thumb stroking along the apple of his cheek, “The love of my life.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. They have never exchanged their true feelings before. They have tiptoed around it for years and just let it simmer under the surface. “Really?”

“Jimin, I love you. I always have, I always will.”

Jimin surges forward, hands cupping the back of her neck, “I love you, too, Phín.” His lips crash against hers, sealing the sentiment with a fervent kiss. The silence stretches around them, only broken by the sound of their lips moving together and their hearts racing.

They break apart, breathing heavily. Seraphina presses her forehead to Jimin’s. “It was always you.”

#fanfiction #ao3fic #park jimin #royalty au #unplanned pregnancy #gift #bts #bts fluff #bts smut #bangtanwhq #jimin x oc #jimin smut #jimin fluff #downbad4yoongi

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hiddenbysuccubi · 4 months

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Wait what do you MEAN I have to write it if I want to read it. Halsin edition. https://archiveofourown.org/works/52435213/chapters/132649180#workskin

#bg3 fanfiction #halsin silverbough #BG3 Halsin #I do what I want have abo pregnancy seperation soulmark angst idgaf #oc and au canon divergent af #Idk I got tired of Halsin only being a third in poly fics and only a focal point for smut mostly I DON'T KNOW #Is he going to make it in time to realize he has a cub on the way probably not I don't know he'll meet his child eventually #happy ending eventually #the kid's mom has shit to do #Angst and fluff and stuff to come with an unplanned kid after a reunion #how tag 'happy end' is just the beginning of their troubles fic

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hellcheerficdatabase · 9 months

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A Lifetime For You

Author: QuestionableCovariates

Rating/Warning: Explicit, referenced ED

Chapter Count: 4/4

Description:

Chrissy thinks soulmate marks are inherently flawed. How are you supposed to find your soulmate when all you have is a strange birdlike creature on your body?

Eddie thinks soulmates are fairly overrated, thank you very much. Until he realizes his soulmate is the most beautiful and incredible woman he's ever seen.

Or: a Hellcheer soulmate AU

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, alternate universe- soulmates au, infertility, unplanned pregnancy, smut, happy ending, fluff, alternaing POV, multiple chapters, status: completed

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marune2 · 2 months

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Pregnant Ida :Ida and ichika finde out Ida is pregnant

Summary

Ida get pregnant and don’t know how Heinrich did. need to tell ichika and her what going on and ichika is anyway done whit ida devil biology and ida is scared as fuc€

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Ida did show since of sickness what is not norm because ida don’t get sick

Ichika did kick her ass the let’s Heinrich looking at her at least because ichika is scared tow devil don’t get sic€ so she doesn’t know what going on and she hate it if it’s the case

Heinrich:uh how I telling your this……

Ida:spit it out old man what going on?

Ichika just stare

Heinrich:you are pregnant Ida

Ichika shot her a glare

Ida: HOLD UP you are joking I just have sex whit ichika and she is a woman!!!!!!

Ichika can tell it’s the true because of her Qi and relaxing more but is not in the same time

Ichika: I know you not lie but did somebody give you seriously stuff and you whas not in minde as it happened?“glare at her

Ida:wh- No I don’t take stuff from other and I can smell dru€s !!!!! But how?!?? Are you sure I’m pregnant!!!!!

Heinrich:I’m sure but let have some questions…..ichika did you and Ida have um…..se€ as you were really angry or did have other negative emotion?

Ichika going red:what have it to do whit it?

Ida red too:yes but we did have…she whas really angry….one time….

Heinrich:so what do your know how devils are born?

Ida:out of negative emotion they manifest in the underworld as fare I know…..

Heinrich:hm yes but it’s give a other way you must know devils can’t get easily children if then yes this there death there other devils kill them or there body’s is not made for this…..

Ichika:don’t you say Ida will die?“glare at him

Ida:are you seriously?!

Heinrich:hm yes and No devils can’t abandon there children there there behind is linked to the unborn and if the unborn die to early the mother die tow plus devils are specialized in hunting and scheming they are creatures of chaos and scheming but if the baby have evolved enough you can do a a birth or a Caesarean section

Ida:gread but this don’t tell my how I got pregnant!!!

Heinrich: you both have so a highly negative emotion what is mixed whit love and your both needs to have a child wishing this it can happen this ichika’s soul part and a part of you Ida mix’s in one new behind like in form of a baby you know gender doesn’t Mather really whit devils and human love…..

Ida:wha?! I did don’t wished a child!!!!! What I do oh fuc€ fuc€ fuc€ fuc€ fuc€-

Ichika take Ida in her arms: it’s ok breath Ida we will do it ok? I’m here and I will take care of ur child I promise

Ida crying

Ichika:shhhhhh it’s fine I’m here

Heinrich:well…..Here water

Ichika take the water and give it ida

Ida take it and drink it

Heinrich:I let your just come to if your are ready I will take care of the pregnancy if your want…..

Ichika: it would be the best you the only on she let’s on her after all from the doctor’s………whit out a fight at least….

Ida cuddling on ichika

Heinrich:is ok just be aware this Ida’s devil instinct will be hight up and um……devil have a higher sleep eat and how I gona say it….um higher se€ drive to reduce stress in there pregnancy and the need of there partner and family“ laughing nervously

Ichika:is good Heinrich sensei

Heinrich laughing nervously and get up and go

Ichika hold just Ida in her arms….she did Wunder why don’t fell she the baby? But it’s not evolved enough maybe?

#yami ichika #ida Faust #Hein Faust #black clover #black clover au #oc #black clover oc #unplanned pregnancy #angst/comfort #protective ichika #discuss of devil pregnancy

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running-with-the-feels · 20 days

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Lmao this is dumb but this is for your Unplanned pregnancy AU

Kuai Liang:(literally pushing out the baby) FUUUUUUCK ME!

Hanzo:(without thinking) That's how we got here

Kuai Liang: IM GONNA RIP YOUR DICK OFF!! FUCK!

Minutes later the baby in on his chest

Kuai Liang: Oh my gods she's perfect

Hanzo:(kinda still scared)

I guarantee you that's not the first time Hanzo has heard that particular threat. I'd bet good money Harumi said the same thing when she was in labor

#hanzo hasashi #kuai liang #trans kuai liang #subscorp #mortal kombat 11 #unplanned pregnancy au

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sleepingbeauty21 · 10 months

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#rexsoka #Fanfic #Unplanned Pregnancy #AU #Their baby's name is inspired by a marvel character #Story is partially told through flashbacks

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ggukkiereads · 1 year

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Hey sorry to bother you ....but can you pls find me a fanfiction...it was a jjk fanfiction.....he was a boxer and his ex girlfriend that is our female protagonist non other tha n y/n .....they meet again but y/n has a kid .....and jjk is the father ....but jjk has a fiance .....and y/n is still in love with him .....will be so grateful if u help me finding this ....💜

🌷 Hi there! I was just getting into this story and literally queuing it on my main for my ongoing reads when I got this ask woot woot! This is Gold is Dull by @kookluvre (please go to authors masterlist and see fic looking like the one below - will try to link it later!)

#fichunting #gold is dull #jungkook x reader #jungkook unplanned pregnancy #jungkook boxer au #jungkook exes au #kookluvre #runawaytxtsblog #🌷 chats

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foreversecrets · 1 year

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Disgruntled Drysdales

Rogers Family Expansion

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Victoria (OC)

Summary: Things were going great, he was preparing to say the "L' word, so naturally it was time for everything to go to shit.

Though they’d gotten off to a hesitant start, once they started cohabitating Ransom and Tori found themselves comfortable with one another. About six months in he was nearly ready to use the ‘L’ word. IT surprised him how easy it was to be a husband, especially when he didn’t work and his wife willingly took on the breadwinner role. Not that he was cooking or cleaning around the house like a proper house husband, he hired people to handle those responsibilities, but he made an effort to always be home before her so he could welcome her home and assist in her decompressing from work as well as kissing her goodbye every morning. It inadvertently made him live a healthier life, he wasn’t staying out all night getting drunk or stoned, his schedule was pretty lax but improvement nonetheless. He woke up to his wife off for the day with a kiss and a cup of coffee, breakfast at one of his many siblings homes, spend a few hours at the gym, lunch with his shitty mother and step or other members of the Thrombey Family, and then head home to be with Tori. That was another massive change for him, he genuinely cared about Tori’s well being and happiness which was reciprocated without requirements or terms. Tori's harsh exterior could melt away and become relaxed, even playful when it was just the two of them. He’d never admit it to his siblings but he was grateful to his family for forcing him into this arrangement.

Victoria found herself in similar musings, she’d loved her life before but there was something about knowing someone who cared for you at home waiting for you to unload day and unwind together. It didn’t matter the capacity, it could be chilling and watching television together or fucking the day away. It has surprised her to learn Ransom’s mommy issue had manifested as a kink, where this grumpy man turned into a bottom in the bedroom, something Victoria adapted to once she cleared the air about not wanting to actually become a mother. His relief and willingness to ensure they didn’t have kids but could play in the bedroom however they decided. It was the final nail in Tori’s coffin, she could no longer state she didn’t love her husband.

A year into marriage that happiness was threatened when Tori went to see the doctor. She had had a cold her doctor prescribed antibiotics for but a month later she was starting to feel sick again and was concerned something more serious might be wrong with her. As a concerned husband, Ransom accompanied her to the appointment where the doctor ordered some tests to be run.

“Good news, you aren't sick but you are pregnant,” the doctor's smile immediately dropped at the expecting parents' reactions. Ransom’s face reddened, his whole body tense while Tori was completely frozen, like she wasn’t present in the moment.

“I’m on birth control and we always use protection.”

“Birth control isn’t always 100%, it was probably negated by the antibiotics you were previously on. As for condoms: they break, they expire, they can be faulty, or applied correctly.”

“Ransom?” Tori looked up to her husband, fighting back angry tears that wanted to fall. But instead of receiving the supportive husband she needed, she was faced with the cold version of Hugh Drysdale, the man who was normally reversed for visits to his mothers family.

“What are our options?” There was no emotion in his voice as he put space between himself and Tori, like her condition was contagious and he’d catch it if he stood too close.

“Um … there’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance. I will be keeping my child.” Tori snapped, gathering her clothes, escaping from the examination room.

She found sanctuary in the restroom where she practically ripped the paper examine gown off, tossed it to the floor and collapsed on top of it finally letting her tears fall. Looking down at her flat stomach and crying even harder. How was this fair? Annie was actually trying to have a kid and it kept resulting in miscarriages not to mention the difficulties getting pregnant in the first place and here she was accidentally pregnant not knowing what to do. She knew what Ransom wanted, what they both had agreed on but that was no longer an option. Their family of two would never be that again, regardless of the decisions that followed. If she aborted or put the kid up for adoption she’d never have peace again she would be consumed with the what ifs and pain of terminating the pregnancy or full of concern over the child's life once she signed away her rights. She’d had students who made those choices and the mental turmoil they endured for months after the fact was ever prevalent in her mind, so no, she wouldn’t choose either of those options. They’d fucked up and now she would endure the consequences either with her husband or alone. Raising the kid herself she knew she had the financial means to provide for the kid and they would be given every opportunity to succeed.

Did she want to have a baby? No. Did she want to give it away? No. Did she want to terminate the pregnancy? No.

“Babe, open the door.” Ransom’s angry voice came through the door, snapping her out of her self pity. “We need to talk about this!”

No, she wasn’t ready to talk. She got dressed, washed her tear streaked face and exited the bathroom where Ransom was waiting for her. He opened his mouth to speak but she put her hand up to stop him. “Dont. I don’t want to talk about this right now. I’m still processing and your anger isn’t helping.”

“Of course I’m-”

She couldn’t handle him right now, she walked past him pulling out her phone and ordering an uber, Ransom trailed behind her. She’d handled him mad before, that was him anytime he was around his mother but right now she was vulnerable and full of her own self hate. She kissed his cheek throwing him off guard long enough for her to get into the uber and drive off.

She went to Juliana; she'd become close to the other mafia born wife of the Rogers since she herself joined the family given their commonalities in upbringing. Though the two of them were close but Jewls was unpredictable. She needed to talk to someone about the pregnancy that was objective, granted she didn’t know how Jewls would react but she was her best bet. None of the siblings had kids yet, with the exception of Frank and Daphne who were raising Mary so she could have theoretically gone to anyone but Annie and Steve. But she choose Jewls because of their connection and Ransom’s fear of the psycho woman who he was convince would one day murder him.

Jewls wasn’t expecting company but as always she welcomed Tori in with open arms, the two getting comfortable on the couch with a bottle of wine. The refusal of a wine glass sent Tori into a spiral as she confessed everything to her friend.

“You are the one who has to live with whatever decision is made and if Ransom fights you on it let me know.” Jewls put her hands together and wiggled her fingers. “Lloyd bought me a sexy new sniper, I’d be happy to give it a trail run on your husband.”

“You’re not killing my brother.” Lloyd signed entering the room with a bag of peanuts. He dropped a kiss to his wife's forehead and plopped down in the arm chair. “He occasionally deserves your ire but he is family.”

“Baby,” Jewls purred, an evil flint in her eyes. “How would you react if I said I was pregnant?”

Lloyd choked on the peanut he tossed in the air to catch with his mouth, Jewls bursting into laughter while Lloyd coughed and tried to dislodge the small nut from his esophagus. “I thought we agreed to wait, Princess?” Recovering from choking he didn’t give a shit about Tori seeing the softer side of himself he reversed solely for his wife.

“Relax, I’m not but your asshole brother blew up. You at least tried to be composed, whereas Ransom nearly demanded an abortion on the spot without even considering Tori.”

Relieved he wasn’t the problem he relaxed back into his chair as his wife had instructed. “Congrats?” he asked Tori. “Are we happy or not?”

“I don’t know,” she confessed, pressing on her temples to try and ease the stress headache that had formed.

“Well would you be okay killing it?” Lloyd asked simply, Tori shook her head. “What about having someone else raise it?” another head shake. “Well there you go mommy/”

“Gross, don’t call me that!” Tori groaned, finally laughing. “Only Ransom calls me that.”

It was Lloyd’s turn to cringe in disgust, “Great now I have to put a bullet in my head.”

“You set yourself up for that,” Jewls laughed. “You can stay here if you’d like tonight.”

“Thanks but I should go home and talk to Ransom, but I will probably be back.”

The Drysdale’s had had minor disagreements and spate throughout their marriage but never as bad as they fight that ensured that night when Tori returned home. She confided that she wasn’t happy about the situation but now that she was pregnant she was going to raise this child with or without him. Ransom’s choice taken from him without regard for his thoughts or arguments was reminiscent of how his family had treated him only enraging him further. It's like he could just not be involved, by the contact of their marriage they were required to reside together 8 months out of the year. And he was always home so that put the majority of the responsibilities on his shoulder. A point he mentioned that she wanted him to fulfill but his opposition had her countering with hiring a nanny.

That night Ransom slept on the couch, unable to reason or resolve things with his wife. Several weeks he spent sleeping on that couch he’d previously loved but now despised before they moved into a two bedroom place and Tori started sleeping on an air mattress in what would be the nursery, leaving their bed for him. His hard demeanor nearly cracked at the nonverbal act of care for his well being, even while their marriage was on the rocks. Then her baby bump began to show and his frustration was reinvigorated, his stubbornness winning out.

He found himself falling back into old habits of drugs and alcohol but try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to revert into his manwhore ways. The thought of him sleeping with someone who wasn’t his wife was unappealing which left him unable to perform even while indulging in porn. Which was probably for the best, if their current estrangement could be overcome cheating would have ultimately been the straw to fully break their marriage.

Throughout Tori’s pregnancy his brothers and their partners were the ones to support and care for Tori, even trying to reason with Ransom but he was unphased.

It was during the third trimester he decided he didn’t want to lose Tori, he still wasn’t sure how to handle the baby situation but he decided to take things one step at a time. To get back into his wife's food graces he had Curtis assist him in preparing the nursery and building all the furniture Tori had ordered. In doing so, Ransom discovered he was having twin daughters. For the first time in his life, Ransom pushed past his anger and continued the task listening to his older brother for how Tori had wanted the nursery painted. Apparently the twins would be identical so in an effort to not confuse the two Tori had a set color scheme: baby 1 would be pink and green while baby 2 would be purple and yellow. Combinations he wouldn’t have personally chosen but then he saw the linens of soft yellows with lavender and then bubble gum pink with blue-green linens and found it worked.

The happiness on his huge wifes face as she waddled toward him and threw her arms around him have been the reward for his efforts. The night they resumed sleeping in their bed together, things weren’t as tense, their relationship was being repaired but Tori was mindful of his continued hesitance and tried to avoid discussing the topics. Ransom tried to be better, not able to stomach the idea of losing her. He would check in with her, rub her back, and assist her in shaving as she’d grown too big to do so herself.

It wasn’t until Tori finally gave birth and Ransom was holding one of his two daughters while Tori breastfed the other that a switch flipped within him. He suddenly found himself fully devoted to Sophia and Penelope Drysdale, the surge of bliss that filled his heart as he held his daughter brought tears to his eyes. Holding his daughter to his bare chest as Tori’s audio book had advised he felt the bond forming that it had said would, he knew he’d protect them even over his wife and himself. All it took was one look and one touch and he was at the mercy of the two girls who couldn’t even feed themselves. He was ready and willing to be the stay-at-home dad that Tori had initially wanted but now he was ready to be all in. So much that Tori couldn’t help smirking when Ransom had to hand Sophie over to be fed and instantly started pouting.

“All those months of animosity and all I had to do was put a baby in your hands.” Tori said softly as she positioned Sophie to feed and Ransom got Penny comfortable in his arms.

“No, I think it would have made things worse but these girls ….” he trailed off.

“They have your beautiful blues.”

“I think they are going to take after you though.”

Penny fell asleep easily in his arms, he was content to hold her there but when Sophie fell asleep and he registered the exhaustion on his wifes face he resigned himself to tucking both babies into the bassinets.

Tori gave him a goofy smile, eyes closed. “Ran?” her voice only contributes to her tired state. “I love you.”

It was the first time either had said those words and he wasn’t even sure she was fully awake, he didn’t want to diminish the moment so he simply kissed her forehead with a personal vow to tell her first thing when she woke up. Adding on that none of his girls would ever go to bed again without hearing those words, nor would they ever be separated without knowing how much they were cared for.

Ransom was reformed. He was a dad now and nothing had ever been so appealing as taking on the responsibility of raising and showing his daughter how loved they were so they would never have the family discord he had with his own mother.

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