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Kinktober 2023 Pt. 1 - Dave York (Somnophilia, Frottage, Virginity)

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Summary: It's Dave's birthday, and you have a present for him. Then again, maybe it's more for you.

This fic covers days 2 and 7 of @absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 challenge.

Dave York x Virgin!Reader (babysitter)

Word Count: 4.2k

Notes: Me: Ok, I can do this, I can write some smutty little kinktober drabble, no problem! Also me: Writes 2500 words of backstory and character development before a stitch of clothing even comes off.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Explicit smut. Cheating, infidelity (it's the York's y'all, come on, is it even Dave York fanfic if one or both of them aren't banging somebody else?). Age gap (Reader is 21, Dave is in his 40's). Virgin (but not inexperienced) Reader. Consensual Somnophilia. "Just the tip" (but like actually tho). Frottage. Vaginal and clitoral stimulation (aka pussy rubbing). Accidental creampie (whoops). Drug use, kind of? (just over the counter sleep aids). Dave York is his own warning. Uh.. if I've forgotten anything, lmk. I think I've given away half the story already in the tags! At least you know what you're in for ;)

There was an excitement thrumming through your veins as you sat in the living room waiting for the York’s to get home, not really paying any attention to what was playing on the TV because your mind was elsewhere.

The two children you were caring for, Molly and Alice, have long since been tucked into their beds and asleep and now you were just waiting for their parents to get home. They typically weren’t gone for more than a few hours. It didn’t need to be said that that was more than they could stand of each other if their children weren’t there to serve as buffers, that much was obvious to just about anyone who spent enough time around Carol and Dave. Apparently however just not to their friends who they had to go out with and appease, pretending their marriage was still perfect. That’s where the York’s found themselves this Saturday night, out with friends celebrating Dave’s birthday that was coming up in a few days.

It was a good job for you though, Mr. York always paid you handsomely. Anytime you’d come over to babysit he’d leave the same amount of money in an envelope on the kitchen counter for you. A fifty dollar bill for you to order food for yourself and the two girls (which was way more than enough, even with the delivery charges and tip, to cover anything the three of you could eat) and a crisp hundred for yourself for your services which you thought was way too high, considering they were never gone more than 2-3 hours. The first couple times you’d tried to give him the change from dinner but he’d shoved the twenty back into your own palm and told you to keep it so now you’ve stopped trying to argue and typically walk away with at least $120.00 a night, which was pretty good for a 3 hour gig for a 21 year old who lives at home while attending school. You didn’t know what Dave York did for a living - something in government, you think - but apparently whatever it was it paid extremely well.

The hard rain coming down outside was hitting the large windows of the York’s extravagant home in sheets and truth be told you were more than glad that there was practically a hurricane going on outside. It actually fit into your plans perfectly so you just watched the storm rage on outside from your comfortable seat on the sofa, a small smile on your face while you waited for your employers to get home.

Within minutes you heard the loud hum of the garage door opening up signaling the York’s arrival and you clicked off the TV, pretending to be interested in something on your phone and acting casually as a minute later you heard the door connecting the house to the garage open and Carol and Dave spilled inside.

“Oh my God it’s madness out there” Carol practically shrieked and Dave immediately shushed her loudly, reminding her of their sleeping children and Carol put a hand over her mouth but laughed uncontrollably still.

Yep, she was wasted, as usual.

“Oh hi, Mr. and Mrs. York” you greet them sweetly, standing up from the couch and coming over to the hallway leading to the entryway where they were taking off their soaked jackets, likely from their walk from whatever restaurant they had been at to their car.

“Oh hi sweetie. How were the girls?” Carol managed to ask, you’re not sure how she got the words out, given the way Dave was literally having to hold her up by her elbow just so she could kick her shoes off.

“Oh they were great, as always” you promise. And they were, Molly and Alice were rarely any trouble. This was by far the easiest babysitting gig you’d ever had.

“Pay the girl David, I need to go to bed” Carol groaned, leaning into her husband’s shoulder for support. Dave rolled his eyes. First of all, he had already paid you at the beginning of the night, like he always had and you’d think his wife would know that by now, and secondly he absolutely did not like how she was all but dismissing you without even thanking you or saying more than five words to you.

“Um, Mr. and Mrs. York,” you cut in, before Dave has a chance to say anything. “I was thinking, you know, the rain is coming down really bad and I don’t really like driving late at night as it is, I thought maybe I could stay over?” You asked politely. You’ve done it numerous times on occasions that they were sure they’d be home late, they had offered you their spare room in the basement so you could go to sleep once the girls were in bed if you had wanted to. Most times when you stayed over it was because you were already asleep when they’d gotten home, but on a couple occasions you’d stayed over even when you were still awake when they got in just because of how late it was.

“Sure, whatever sweetie” Carol waved a flippant hand at you.

“Of course you can” Dave finally spoke, his voice louder and firmer than Carol’s. Dave rarely came home with more than a drink or two under his belt because he typically drove. You also got the feeling that he knew he had to have all his wits about him when out with his wife so he could be a glorified babysitter himself.

“Thank you, Mr. York” you said his name sweetly, a coy smile playing on your lips that went unnoticed by Carol but intentionally noticed by Dave.

You left Dave to wrangle Carol up to bed and made your way down to the basement, getting ready for bed and then pulled your phone out to type out a quick text to the man of the house before you tried to get some sleep.

Cum see me l8r. Got a present for you to unwrap😉. You know the rules. xxx

You took a breath. You were excited and yet nervous, never having done anything like this, specifically, before. You reach over to the night stand and pick up the small white tablet, pop it into your mouth and wash it down with some water before you lay down on the bed and wait (im)patiently for sleep to take over.

Dave’s phone pings in his pocket once he’s finally gotten Carol into bed. She was tugging at his tie and belt and trying to drag him into the bed with her, mumbling something incoherently about a “birthday blowjob” and he could do little but roll his eyes. He was in no mood to have his completely drunken wife undoubtedly fall asleep on him with his cock half way down her throat. Besides the fact that he knows exactly where her mouth has been the last eight months or so which had been the final nail in the coffin that was once their active sex life.

So instead he leaves her there and heads off into the ensuite to shower, pulling out his phone to check his text from you along the way and smirking to himself when he reads it. He doesn’t reply. He rarely does. Sometimes it’s a power move. He likes you to squirm, wondering if he’s read it, what he’s thinking, if he’s as insatiable in his desire for you as you are for him. Mostly he doesn’t reply though because he doesn’t like paper trails. Not that he thinks you would, but the last thing he needs is you screenshotting your conversations with him and sharing them around with your friends or something.

Dave brushes his teeth, gets into the shower, then heads down to the kitchen to relax for a bit, sipping a beer and catching some highlights on SportsCenter. He doesn’t want to seem too eager and part of him likes to keep you waiting. Finally after a couple of hours have passed since he received your text he clicks off the TV and goes in search of you.

He moves through the basement rec room and to the closed bedroom door, pulling the small key out of the pocket of his sweatpants and using it to let himself inside, ensuring to lock it behind him. He’s the only one with a key to unlock the door from the outside so he doesn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting anything.

He makes his way over to the bed where you’re lying on your back. There’s a bedside lamp that’s turned on to its highest setting so he has no trouble making anything out in the room, he assumes it's intentional.

“Naughty girl” Dave mutters to himself when he sees what’s waiting for him. You’re lying there perfectly asleep on top of the bedclothes wearing nothing but a tiny camisole and simple yellow cotton panties with a small pair of red cherries right in the center like a goddamn bullseye and a tiny little tied red bow at the top.

Got a present for you to unwrap. Your words ring in his head and he’s half hard already just from looking at you.

He assesses the rest of the room and his eyebrow raises when he sees what’s on the bedside table, a tiny blue box with the logo “Sleep-Eze” on it and a half drank glass of water.

“Jesus Christ” Dave huffs out a breath, pushing a hand through his hair.

You had a conversation recently one night when you were lying in bed together the last time you had stayed over at his house and he came to see you (as he always had). You had confessed that a fantasy of yours was to wake up to having an orgasm. Dave was hesitant at first, for multiple reasons. One he didn’t like the idea of getting off on someone who was effectively unconscious, and two he argued that you’d wake up way too easily if he was doing his job well enough.

You told him you’d figure out a way to help with the second problem which, Dave presumed, was the reason for the sleeping tablet. And as for the first, you told him if he really wasn’t comfortable he didn’t have to, it was just something you had always wanted to try but had never trusted anyone else to do it.

And you did, trust him. The last line of your text, ‘you know the rules’, he did know the rules. Well, rule. It was really just one when it came to you.

No penetration.

At least, not with his cock. You weren’t a total prude or anything but you were a virgin (hence the cherry panties he supposed… cute little vixen). You grew up in a very religious household and although you didn’t quite believe in waiting until marriage like your parents had taught you to, you did want to wait until it could be with someone you loved and that just hadn’t happened to you yet. Still, despite this, you were sexually active in plenty of other ways that certainly seemed to keep Dave satisfied enough. For now anyway. You worried he might get bored of you but it hadn’t happened yet and it’s been nearly six months. Despite his aggressive and controlling behavior in bed he always respected your one rule and didn’t pressure you to cross it with him. He probably knew that before long you’d be begging him for it anyway and he was probably right. Your resilience was waning a lot. And it wasn’t just the sexual desire, though that was obviously a huge part of it, but you felt a connection to Dave you had yet to find with anyone else you dated, especially boys your own age who were exactly that - boys.

Dave was sweet to you when you least expected it. When you’d aced your midterm paper that you had spent weeks agonizing over, a dozen roses showed up at your parents doorstep the next day with a card nestled inside with a single phrase written on it. “So proud of you. D.”

When you had briefly mentioned one night that you desperately wanted tickets to the Taylor Swift concert but weren’t willing to fork over your entire college fund to get them, the next time you had come over to babysit in addition to the usual $150.00 in the envelope on the counter there was a pair of tickets to the Eras Tour Boston show with a small note stuck to it in Dave’s familiar scratchy handwriting “take one of your girlfriends, and have fun sweetheart”. You idly wonder who he had to kill to get them.

Then there was the day your brother had been shipped off to his first tour of Active Duty and you couldn’t be emotional about it in front of your parents because you had to “be strong for your brother” (their words). You had texted Dave when you finally couldn’t be in that house another minute pretending your whole world hadn’t just changed and he had picked you up from the corner of your street, driven to a secluded parking lot and pulled you into the back seat with him where he just held you for hours while you cried in his arms. You told him stories of your childhoods growing up, how close you’d been and how he was your best friend and whole world; your port in the storm against your strict parents and the only person who truly understood you. Dave sat there calmly, listening to every word, brushing a comforting hand through your hair or occasionally pressing his lips to your temple when another wave of tears hit you. He promised you that you never had to be brave or strong in front of him if you didn’t want to be, he would be there to hold you up. Be your strength when you had none left to give.

And when you had told Dave about a guy that had gotten a little too “handsy” with you at a Frat party - despite you repeatedly asking him to leave you alone - well, come to think of it, you’d actually never seen Thomas again after that night. You safely assume Dave had something to do with it though.

So yes, Dave was much more than just a warm body to you, and you for him, you presumed, and there was no one else you trusted with your body like you trusted Dave.

“Fuck” Dave muttered, hand coming down involuntarily to palm over the bulge growing beneath the elastic waistband of his sleep pants. You looked goddamn adorable when you were sleeping, Dave noticed immediately. Little mouth half open, head rolled to the side with your hair spilling over the pillows, and the rise and fall of your chest putting your perfect round tits on display for him under the threadbare top.

Apparently getting over the first hurdle was going to be easier than Dave thought.

He pulled his sweats down and kicked them off, leaving himself in just his boxer briefs and t-shirt and crawled onto the bed on his knees until he was between your legs, sitting back on his heels. He began by experimentally running his left hand down your leg all the way to your calf and then back up to your thigh, waiting to see if you’d stir at all and - nothing. Your breathing never faltered, body never twitched, and satisfied, Dave moved on to what he knew you were waiting for.

He started slowly, gently. He brought his hand to rest on your hip and his thumb reached down to stroke you over top of your underwear, pushing all the way down into your slit and back up and repeating the motion over and over again for a minute or so until he began to feel the unmistakable wetness begin to pool behind the thin cotton barrier.

“Good girl” Dave hummed to himself, then brought two fingers down on top of where your clit would be and began rubbing tight circles around it. Your hips jerked slightly and he stopped immediately like a deer caught in headlights, eyes shooting up to yours only to find you still fast asleep and he let out a relieved breath. It was just your body reacting to his touch but thankfully he hadn’t woken you. He knew what you wanted and he wanted to give it to you and he knew he had a long way to go before he brought you to a peak so it was far too soon to have you waking up already.

“That’s it baby” Dave praised when a little whimper left your lips but you simply snuggled further into your pillow. “Back to sleep”

After another couple minutes of soft caresses of his fingers he took his hands away momentarily to grab for one of the decorative pillows that had been tossed carelessly aside and he carefully lifted your hips to settle it underneath you, raising you slightly for him so he wouldn’t throw his back out leaning over you for what he wanted to do next - for what he knew you were waiting for him to do.

Once he’s got you in the position he wants he hastily tugs down his boxers, shuffles closer towards you on his knees and groans when he takes his own length in his hand. He’s painfully hard already and his head is weeping precum and he hisses through his teeth when he loosely grips his cock and starts pumping his hips, effectively fucking his own hand while the head of dick pushes into your still clothed sex.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. The combination of your own wetness and his leaking tip have caused a giant wet spot on your panties, leaving them basically transparent as he continues dragging his cock through your folds over your underwear.

This had quickly become your favorite thing to do with Dave, once he had tried it once, promising you he wouldn’t go inside but just wanting to be close to you. He’d rub your pussy with his cock until you came - which never took long - and you’d practically begged him to do it every time you were together since. It was near fucking torture for Dave, being so goddamn close to burying his cock deep inside you like he so desperately wanted to. He could do it. It would be so fucking easy. Especially right now. But he wouldn’t. If there was one thing Dave had in spades, it was self control.

Dave checks in with you again, makes sure you’re still asleep and you are, though your face is a little scrunched up now, not as peaceful looking. It looks like you’re dreaming and are a little unsure of what exactly is going on. He knows he probably doesn’t have a lot of time left to get you to cum before you wake up so he moves on to the final stage. He slips his dick under the soaked piece of cotton through the side and continues his little thrusts with his hands now resting on the insides of your thighs and not able to help the moan that escapes him when his dick finally makes contact with your naked cunt.

“Mmmmm” you hum sleepily, somewhere between completely dead to the world and barely awake.

Dave vaguely hears you beginning to stir, the sound of his cock pushing in and out of your sopping core filling his ears and causing his brain to nearly stop functioning with how fucking turned on he is. His tip brushes against your clit with every push of his cock and he has to close his eyes and focus on his breathing so he doesn’t come before you do.

“Ohhhhhh” you whine breathily, being dragged a little closer to consciousness.

It’s the softest fucking sound he’s ever heard and he nearly comes at the sound of your desperate, meek little whimper.

“Oh fuck, Baby, wake up” Dave groans, slightly picking up the pace that his cock slides in and out of your folds.

“Dave?” you mutter, confused as your eyes try desperately to blink open. “Oh. Oh fuck, Oh Dave!” It hits you like a fucking brick wall. You're suddenly completely alert as the pleasure centers in your brain finally start firing on all cylinders again and you’re painfully aware of how incredibly turned on you are. Not to mention how close you are.

“Sweetheart, oh fuck” Dave is close to losing it himself from above you. His hand leaves your thigh to yank your panties to the side and then he grabs his dick with the other to control his movements. He watches his cock rub up and down through your swollen lips and push into your clit, repeating the pattern over and over and over and soon enough you're rocking your hips in rhythm with him.

“Oh my God, Dave. Fuck, fuck, fuck” You cry out. He feels fucking incredible and you’re desperately close to coming, you can feel it flooding your lower abdomen, the dam about to burst. You push up on your elbows, you want to watch as Dave’s cock slides through you.

“Fuck, wish I could be inside you” Dave groans. He knows it's not fair of him to say it when you’re both so worked up like this but he’s never wanted it more than in this moment.

“Yesssss, fuck, me too Dave. Wanna come on your big fat cock baby” you mewl desperately, clutching at the sheets.

“Fuck baby don’t say shit like that” Dave scolds. It was one thing to playfully tease, but saying that to him knowing full well he couldn’t do anything about it was downright cruel.

“Baby, fuck, I’m serious” you whine. “Wanna feel you inside me, just a little bit, please baby? Just the tip? I need it”

“Oh fuck” Dave literally growls like you’ve never heard before and then he pushes inside you for the first time, just the head, like you asked, and you instantly fall apart. Your walls squeeze around his tip like an unrelenting vice grip and your juices flood his cock and seconds later you feel his own hot spend painting your walls as he shudders over you and grips your hips so tightly you know they’ll be bruised tomorrow.

“Oh shit, oh shit shit shit!” Dave curses at his own stupidity and lack of control but can do little about it as he continues to spurt rope after rope of his cum inside you.

“Oh my god, Dave” you sigh dreamily, falling back onto the bed and not only unbothered, but blissfully pleased at Dave’s little indiscretion. You’ll take a Plan B in the morning, you’re far from worried about it.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” Dave pants breathlessly as he finally pulls his spent cock out of you and runs his hands through his hair and then rubs them over his face and groans.

“Baby, come here” you insist, reaching up to pull him down on top of you and you’re surprised at how easily he allows it to happen.

“Hey, it’s ok” you assure him softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and petting a hand through his hair.

“I shouldn’t have-” he begins to protest as he pushes himself up on his elbows, but you’re quick to cut him off.

“I wanted you to. Baby that was…” you trail off, literally unable to put into words how good he made you feel and so you opt instead to pull his head back gently and kiss him passionately. After a few seconds of trying to resist you, Dave succumbs to the kiss and opens his mouth to you, tongue pushing inside and melding with yours.

You pull apart only when the need for oxygen overwhelms you both and Dave rests his forehead on yours, gently shaking his head.

“You’re fucking incredible, do you know that?” He says sincerely and a blush rises in your cheeks.

“You’re not so bad yourself” you tease.

“I just had my dick inside you” Dave states like he’s reading the morning headlines.

“I remember, I was there” you giggle and he huffs a laugh in return.

“Are you um… ok?” He asks sincerely, bringing a hand up so his finger can lightly trace your jawline, his eyes searching yours for any signs of regret.

“More than ok” you promise, raising your head slightly to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You sure? You don’t hate me?” He asks and you can barely believe your ears, maybe you were still high from the sleeping pill.

“Hate you? Baby you literally just made my wildest fantasy come true”

“Really?” Dave asks, eyebrow raised. “It was uh… what you wanted?”

“It was everything I wanted and more” you promise.

“Come here” you murmur, pulling him down to kiss you again.

You kiss unhurriedly for several minutes, just reveling in the taste of each other and the closeness you feel to one another.

“Happy birthday Baby” you hum against his lips when you finally break the kiss and Dave lowers himself from his elbows to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“Best birthday ever Sweetness” he murmurs into your throat.

Tagging @nerdieforpedro, @chronically-ghosted @macabremads

#dave york fanfiction #dave york #dave york x reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction #dave york x you #kinktober 2023 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal cinematic universe

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igotanidea · 11 months ago

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A little imagination of mine as how's stripper!reader's home looks like:

Apartment high around 7-13 floors

Small and not the most furnished… nor that clean but not exactly messy either

The fridge unsurprisingly has not much ingredients either, but a few things that could keep up at least a week

The only thing that keeps working is the uncomfortably hot shower 24/7 a year

No bed around, only a 4-seat sofa with chaise lounge piled along pillows and a chunky knitted blanket

A coffee table that seems breakable if someone smashes it one more time, but, surprisingly, it survived more than once

Netbich with shared account across 30+ people in one neighborhood (cos we live in Gotham)

A knife underneath pillow, a gun within the gaps of the sofa, curtains that work best to block out the sun and noises

Local diner that serves almost every you want in a takeout or delivery: Chinese, Mexican, Burger, Pizza, Italians, etc... No one gets to finish the menu these days

Ho there :)

Thank you so much for this. I love when you share ideas with me <3

I'll make sure to incorporate that in the upcoming parts of this verse :)

#nes rambles #anon requests #wips

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thealternateesas · 17 days ago

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November 9, 2024: SATURDAY - Full Schedule and Wealth Overview

Schedule and Activities:

6:00 AM: Read 20 pages of Bunny

7:30 AM: Pack orders

8:00 AM: Prep for Shirley's lessons

9:00 AM: Class with Shirley

10:00 AM: Go to town, drop orders, and ship to Leslie

11:00 AM: Visit Brent condo with Ran, open the unit, register for residence with the administrator

12:00 PM: Go to SM for furniture and appliance shopping

Shopping List: 1 dining table with chairs, sofa set, 2 beds (1 single, 1 large), 2 desks, water dispenser, gas stove, induction stove, refrigerator (delivery within the day)

3:00 PM: Lunch at Chiayi Restaurant (spent ₱3,000)

5:00 PM: Return home, wait for deliveries

6:00 PM: Dinner at Patch Café (matcha, cake, fish sand chops - ₱678), continued reading Bunny

9:00 PM: Headed home

10:00 PM: Finished Bunny chapters 4-6

11:59 PM: Sleep

Significant Event:

Furnishing the Condo: Purchased and arranged delivery for major furniture and appliances for the new condo. My nephew Ran is thrilled about the new space, though I advised him to keep our good fortune private as a precaution.

Safety Measure: Due to issues with GCash today, I preemptively transferred my GCash balance to Metrobank to avoid potential problems.

Expenses Breakdown:

Transportation: ₱690 (from Cash on Hand, with a ₱10,000 BPI withdrawal to replenish cash on hand)

Dining Table Set: ₱12,000

Sofa Set: ₱15,000

Single Bed: ₱6,000

Large Bed: ₱10,000 (Credited to BDO)

Water Dispenser: ₱4,999

Gas Stove: ₱999

Induction Stove: ₱2,999

Refrigerator: ₱15,999 (Credited to PNB)

Lunch at Chiayi Restaurant: ₱3,000 (Credited to Metrobank)

Donuts at JC0: ₱999 (Paid from Cash on Hand)

Dinner at Patch Café: ₱678 (Paid from Cash on Hand)

Total Expenses: ₱72,364

Updated Financial Overview with All Accounts:

PNB (Philippine National Bank):

Starting Balance: ₱112,727,963.24

Expenses: ₱15,999 (Refrigerator)

Updated Balance: ₱112,711,964.24

Metrobank:

Starting Balance: ₱12,496,001.00

Expenses: ₱3,000 (Lunch at Chiayi Restaurant)

GCash Transfer: ₱2,499,000.00 (for safety)

Updated Balance: ₱14,992,001.00

GCash:

Starting Balance: ₱2,499,000.00

Transfer to Metrobank: ₱2,499,000.00

Updated Balance: ₱0.00

Cash on Hand:

Starting Balance: ₱330

BPI Withdrawal: ₱10,000

Expenses: ₱690 (Transportation), ₱999 (Donuts), ₱678 (Patch Café)

Updated Balance: ₱7,963.00

BDO (Banco de Oro):

Starting Balance: ₱100,000.00

Expenses: ₱10,000 (Large Bed)

Updated Balance: ₱90,000.00

BPI (Bank of the Philippine Islands):

Starting Balance: ₱50,000.00

Withdrawal for Cash on Hand: ₱10,000

Updated Balance: ₱40,000.00

PayPal:

Starting Balance: ₱0.00

New Income from SEC and Christiane: ₱4,902 (paid by Christiane)

Updated Balance: ₱4,902.00

Updated Total Wealth (All Accounts Combined)

PNB: ₱112,711,964.24

Metrobank: ₱14,992,001.00

GCash: ₱0.00

Cash on Hand: ₱7,963.00

BDO: ₱90,000.00

BPI: ₱40,000.00

PayPal: ₱7,902.00

Grand Total Wealth:

₱112,711,964.24 (PNB) + ₱14,992,001.00 (Metrobank) + ₱0.00 (GCash) + ₱7,963.00 (Cash on Hand) + ₱90,000.00 (BDO) + ₱40,000.00 (BPI) + ₱4,902.00 (PayPal) = ₱127,846,830.24

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dinumax · 3 months ago

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This cushion cover is a perfect example of how hand embroidery can transform a simple fabric into a stunning piece of art. The cushion cover features a mandala design, which is a symbol of harmony, balance, and wholeness. The mandala is hand embroidered with white thread on a light olive-green fabric, creating a striking contrast and a soothing effect. The hand embroidery is done with meticulous care and attention to detail, resulting in a smooth and even texture. The cushion cover is made of a soft and plush fabric that feels cozy and comfortable. The cushion cover measures in all sizes and has a zipper closure for easy removal and washing. This cushion cover is ideal for adding some Zen to your home, whether you use it on your sofa, bed, or chair. It can also make a great gift for someone who loves hand embroidery or mandala art.

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Material: The cushion cover is made of a soft and plush fabric that feels cozy and comfortable. The fabric is also durable and easy to care for, as it can be machine washed and dried. The fabric is a light olive-green color, which is a calming and soothing hue that can match with various decors.

Size: The cushion cover measures, available in all size which is a standard size for throw pillows. The cushion cover has a zipper closure for easy removal and washing. The zipper is hidden under a flap of fabric, so it does not interfere with the aesthetics of the cushion cover.

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It adds some zen to your home, whether you use it on your sofa, bed, or chair. The mandala design is a symbol of harmony, balance, and wholeness, which can help you relax and meditate.

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It can make a great gift for someone who loves hand embroidery or mandala art. You can surprise them with this beautiful and meaningful cushion cover that you made yourself. They will surely appreciate your effort and thoughtfulness.

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The Top 10 Furniture Stores In London That Offer The Highest Quality Products

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studioet · 2 years ago

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Sounds of The Studio

Music is an integral part of my life (I spent 7 1/2 years working at Spotify after all) so my sound setup was always going to be one of my top priorities.

When I started planning my setup(s) in the studio, I first dug out my old Arcam amp and Mission 700 speakers. This was the first "proper" hifi system I owned and I remember spending many hours in Sevenoaks HiFi in Kingston swithing Amps, Speakers and CD player until I had the sound I wanted.

The CD's are now all archived in the roof and my music is provided by Spotify (obviously), but for the HiFi I could replace the CD player with a wifi streaming device that was compatible with Spotify Connect.

I actually had a few to choose from that I had bought and backed on Kickstarter a long time ago. I opted to connect my Gramofon device, because it was quick and easy to setup, and is very onobtrusive.

Once set up it just shows up as a device in the Spotify app within the Spotify Connect Devices list. Simply tap on the device and music starts to play out through the amp and speakers. (It's Arcam Studio in this case).

This device isn't available to purchase any more but there are plenty of wifi streamers on the market that will do the same job, and come in various prices and packages.

This unit on Amazon is very similar in terms of features and capability but supports Airplay and even Tidal connect is that's your preferred streaming service, and can connect to your network physically or wirelessly.

In my case, the Gramofon is hidden from view (because it needs no physicaly interaction once set up) and is nicely encased in my Ikea Kallax unit.

However, that's not my only setup. The setup above is great for when I'm sitting on the sofa, but I wanted music while I'm sitting at my desk and for me there was only 1 solution that I felt would delivery the sound experience in a compact speaker unit and that's the Sonos range.

I have 2 Sonos One's (the basic versions) that again allow me to connect to them through Spotify Connect and sit each side of my desk offering me a warm, lively and engaging sound while I type away. I've connected them via Wifi, although they can be hard wired into a multi-port router should you desire.

The Sonos One range come in and basic SL Black or White, or the fully integrated Alexa voice version which also comes in Black or White. The premium for the voice enabled version is about £20-£30 which seems reasonable given the cost of a basic Alexa device.

The Sonos devices can also be grouped together so if you want to control multiple devices at once then you can no problem. Sonos also has a neat feature to optimise the acoustics based on the position of the speakers in the room.

In addition to the 2 One units, I also have a Sonos Roam SL. This is a small portable, battery powered Sonos speaker which really packs a punch. It behaves exactly the same as the One's in terms of connectivity etc, but the beauty of this unit is that I can take it outside onto the veranda on those lovely balmy days when I want to sit outside. It connects via wifi, and again can be connected through Spotify Connect. It does also behave like a Bluetooth speaker as well.

The basic Sonos Roam SL comes without voice support, while the bigger sibling Sonos Roam comes with Alexa built in. There are white and black verisons, just like the rest of the Sonos range.

There are 2 other models to the range. The Sonos Move, which is a larger portable speaker which is fully weatherproof and has Alexa built in also, and the Sonos Arc which is their premium smart soundbar. It sounds absolutely amazing, but it does come at a fairly heft price tag. However, if you've got the space and you're after a premium solution for you music and TV, then you should check it out. It's stunning.

As an end note, when I was spec'ing the studio I did opt for additional sound-proofing so while all these solutions will pack a punch when it comes to blasting out music, I'm sure my neighbours will be none the wiser.

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bluewhale52 · 4 years ago

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The History of Us - Ch. 32

Synopsis: You have built your career and you have 2 rising hip hop superstars as your besties. Life is pretty good, until one drunken night that derails your life plan. How would you survive?

Pairing: ?? x OC , main characters are mostly Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae, but all 7 are present now

Fic type: text

WC: 1.9k

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, fluff, angst, NSFW

Rated: R

Warning: pregnancy, labor, swearing, JK is just the best

Disclaimer: photos are not mine, and of course characterization and scenarios of the boys are purely of my imagination

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Ch. 32 - Let’s Get It

28 June 2019, 9:35pm

Jungkook and Taehyun sit on your sofa, frozen in place, eyes wide and full of fear. You get off the phone with the hospital, and signal to them that you are ready to leave. The boys immediately jump up- Taehyun grabs your overnight bag, while Jungkook gingerly supports you. Slowly you make your way to Taehyun’s car (well Jin’s really, he has entrusted his car to his PA for an emergency such as this), stopping a few times when you have to endure and breathe through your contractions.

The cramps started in the late morning with little bearable aches on your lower back and lower abdomen, nothing too different than the monthly period cramps. Then those aches gradually picked up their intensity, and by dinner, you were wailing in your apartment.

Jungkook has stayed with you all day and witnessed first hand the pre-labour process. You have forbidden him to tell anyone in the group chat, not wanting to worry your friends. When evening came, Jungkook could not take it anymore and called Taehyun. Lucky that he did, as the contractions were getting even worse, and at least Jungkook has a friend to freak out together with.

And now, here you are in the backseat, giving Jungkook’s hand a deadly grip whenever the pains come on. Taehyun is driving, going as fast as he can within the speed limits, panicking every time he hears you wail and curse.

Arriving at the hospital, Taehyun haphazardly parks the car in front of the ER and shoots out to find a wheelchair. Jungkook helps you get out, wrapping you in his arms as you cry through another contraction.

Jungkook has never seen you like this. A bawling mess and completely helpless. Even during the period when you were broken up with Taehyung, which Jungkook knows to be one of the hardest moments in your life, you were stoic, strong and in control. But now, Jungkook feels utterly hopeless.

At the maternity ward, the midwife only allows one person to accompany you, so Taehyun stays outside at the waiting area. She then quickly checks on you and preps you for labour. Jungkook turns away when you are changed into a hospital gown, but he stays by your side, probably because you haven’t eased up your grip on his hand.

“Your water has not broken yet, and you’re only dilated 7cm.” The midwife announces. Then she turns to Jungkook, “You’re dad?”

Jungkook shakes his head, eyes still wide in fear and confusion.

“No,” you gasp, “dad is not here.”

“OK, we’re going to roll you in to wait for labour to commence. You want him to come in with you till Dad arrives?” The midwife asks gently.

You nod your head. Jungkook gulps.

28 June 2019, 10:05pm

You’re clutching onto Jungkook as another bout of pain courses through you. He hugs you, rubbing your shoulders gently. It is the only thing he can do, wishing somehow it helps.

You feel the cold sensation of the antiseptic on your spine. You sense Jungkook’s body tensing. You have seen the needles used in epidural, and how it is injected into the body. But all this is new to Jungkook.

“Kook,” you whisper, “just close your eyes.”

He whimpers like a scared puppy, but he can’t help himself to look. “Oh my god Noona, it’s so long.”

“Yes,” you pant, “I know. Just don’t look, OK, it’s not pretty.”

The anaesthetist is ready. “OK, let’s wait for this contraction to pass... and now, hold on to him and take a deep breath...” You feel the metal tip of the needle pricks your skin, but you don’t feel the needle going in, you don’t feel any pain other than the severe pressure on your lower back and abdomen.

Jungkook continues to whimper, a series of ‘Oh my God’ continue leaving his mouth. You are starting to worry if he is going to faint, so you pinch his arm sharply.

“Ouch!” Jungkook yelps. “That hurts, Noona!”

The midwife next to you laughs. “Oh honey, don’t talk about pain to a woman in labour.”

You glare at Jungkook. “Don’t. Fucking. Faint. On. Me.”

Jungkook wants to throw up. The whole epidural injection is making his stomach queasy. But he swallows his bile and continues to hold you, humming a song you recognise as Jimin’s, to distract himself.

Once the epidural kicks in, you feel somewhat normal, and Jungkook can breathe easily again.

“You’re still not fully dilated yet, so we’re going to wait for a couple more hours, OK? Meanwhile, try to get some sleep.” The midwife suggests.

You settle on your bed. exhausted. “Fuck, Jungkook. Don’t have kids.”

Jungkook buries his face in his hands. “Noona, that was so scary. Do you know how long that needle was? And it went right into your spine!”

You laugh weakly as you pat his head. “Any news from Tae or Jin?”

Jungkook takes out his phone. There are a flurry of messages from Taehyun and in the group chat. He skims through them. “Taehyun said Jin Hyung should be able to fly out in the morning, so he'll be here by tomorrow night.” He scrolls further. “Taehyung Hyung may take longer, Noona. Maybe two days from now.”

Your first child together with those two men and none of them is here with you. Jungkook sees your face crumple and immediately strokes your hair. “Noona, don’t cry please.”

You take a deep breath. “Then it’s just you and me, Kookie.”

He smiles nervously, but his doe eyes are full of sincerity. “You got me Noona. I’ll stay by your side till Little Miss arrives.”

~~~

29 June 2019, 0145am

You wake up in a daze, almost forgetting where you are. You hear the beeping sound of the machine next to you. You rub your belly as you coo to your baby. “How long more do we need to wait, baby? I can't wait to see you.”

Jungkook is fast asleep in his chair, right next to your bed. You reach out and play with his hair, thankful for his presence at the absence of your lover and your baby daddy. He jerks awake however, at the sounds coming into the delivery room.

Dr Choi enters with the midwife. After a quick update on your condition, he positions himself before you. “OK, you’re dilated fully now, but your water still hasn’t broken yet. Everything else points to baby getting ready to pop out, so we’re going to break your water.”

Jungkook immediately straightens up. Dr Choi looks at him. “He’s new.” The ob-gyn points out to you.

“They're not here,” you feel the need to clarify, your doctor obviously expected to see Taehyung or Jin, “and this one is a friend.”

Dr Choi nods. “OK then, young man, let’s meet baby!”

Jungkook looks at you and takes a deep breath. “Let’s get it.” He says nervously.

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29 June 2019, 0230am

You collapse onto the bed. You feel like you have been pushing and pushing for hours, but there is no progress. The baby just will not come out. Jungkook tightens his arm around your shoulders, supporting you as you try to push again at the midwife’s command.

Dr Choi asks for forceps, and Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sight of the tool. “Noona, what’s that for...” He whispers.

“Shut up Jungkook, just hold my hand!” You shout at him in frustration.

He obediently secures his grip on your hand, and while he is horrified by the whole labour procedure, curiosity is starting to get the better of him. He tries to peek at what is happening between your legs.

Dr Choi pulls the forceps out, blood staining the metal. Jungkook gasps. “Noona, there’s blood..” He stops as he sees you glaring at him.

Dr Choi’s face indicates the tool has not helped to progress the delivery either. “I’m afraid we’ll have to do an episiotomy.”

You nod your head, trusting him and his years of experience to get your baby out. Jungkook turns to you. “What.. what is that?”

“You don’t want to know.” You mutter.

Dr Choi however, is pleased to describe what he is doing, to Jungkook. “I’m going to cut the skin between her vaginal opening and her anus, to enlarge the opening for baby.” Dr Choi smiles. “Don’t worry, she won’t feel a thing, the epidural is in full force here.”

Jungkook squeezes your shoulders in fright. “Oh my god, Noona, he’s going to cut you down there, are y-”

“JUNGKOOK JUST SHUT UP!” you scold him.

“But Noona, that's so fucked up, it’s down there..”

You grab his shirt. “SHUT. UP.”

“OK!” Dr Choi exclaims, almost cheerfully. “This should do the trick. OK, ready to push on the next contraction?”

~~~

29 June 2019, 02:51am

“OK, the head is here, just one more push!”

Jungkook is now sitting behind you, his broad chest supporting you and his hands have become your anchor. “You can do it, Noona, she’s almost here.”

He has transformed from a blubbering, nervous delivery partner to your loudest cheerleader. You want to punch and kiss him at the same time.

At the midwife’s signal to push, you push again with all your might. In doing so, you squeeze Jungkook’s hands even harder, and he swallows his yelp, too excited to see your baby soon, and also too scared at the possibility you would shout at him again.

“Shoulders... and there she is!” Dr Choi announces.

You feel a massive relief on your lower abdomen as your baby is born, and you collapse onto Jungkook’s chest, finally letting out all the tears. Congratulations are going all around, but you notice you hear no crying from your baby.

“Jungkook, she’s not crying. She's not crying.” You start to panic.

Jungkook rubs your arms. “The nurses are taking her away to check her Noona.” He says soothingly. “I’m sure Little Miss is fine.”

You continue holding onto his hands tightly, worry and fear now in full swing. Dr Choi returns to his seat before you, and explains in a much calmer tone that he is going to get your placenta out, before sewing the incision that he had to do earlier.

You start crying into Jungkook’s neck, all you want to do now is hold your baby. You are aware of the risk of giving birth a month earlier than your due date, and you cannot help but think of the worst. Jungkook cradles you, singing to you to calm you down.

A few minutes later, the midwife comes back with your baby loosely wrapped in a swaddle. She eases your worry by telling you that Little Miss has passed all the checks, and despite being premature, she is as healthy as they come. You sob in relief, and you ask Jungkook to continue staying by your side even as the midwife removes your gown for your long awaited skin-to-skin contact with Little Miss.

“Noona, she’s tiny.” Jungkook whispers, eyes hypnotised by the baby on your bosom.

“How big do you think she’d be, Jungkook?” you tease him between your happy tears.

“She’ll fit in my palm.” You turn to look at him and smile affectionally as he wipes his tears. “Noona, thank you for letting me be here.”

~~~

29 June 2019, 03:12am

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gaurav3456 · 3 years ago

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7 Important Benefits about Skip Hire in Croydon

Are you looking for skip hire in Croydon? You need to hire a professional waste management service to get a reliable deal. There are different benefits of hiring skips and also, the article will describe who needs this service. Before delving into that section, let’s discuss what exactly skip hire is.

A professional waste management service provider will leave a skip on the street that helps the nearby residents to dump their waste. And once it is full, they will back and replace the full skip with an empty one as well as take the waste or rubbish to a landfill to dump waste or a waste management facility and reform the garbage for proper disposal, recycling, or treatment.

Usually, the skips are heavy-duty open-top metal box containers to fill up with large and awkward pieces of furniture, domestic appliances, electrical items, and potentially hazardous waste. We must say that this is the most convenient way to clean your house and the service provider will deliver it to your location and collect the waste when you have filled it.

You can hire skips in different sizes such as small, medium, and large as per your needs. All the sizes of skips are specified for different wastes. When we talk about the larger size skip, it allows bulkier waste storage.

Some people don’t get a suitable place to place the skip safely on their own property as it may cause obstruction to the general public. Well, you can place it on the roadway nearby. However, it needs to be measured by your local authority and skip Hire Company and you should decide it prior to ordering the skip to avoid any hassle. We would suggest that you should ask for guidance from your skip hire company when ordering skips regarding where they can be safely placed and how to get a permit for them.

Although several companies are there to provide the best skip hire croydon, they should be registered with the Environment Agency. A registered and licensed company knows its responsibility for safe waste transportation, transfer, and disposal. All wastes may not be allowed to get in a skip and your service provider will inform you about it. Some items are also there that must be disposed of separately and responsibly. Make sure the skip is filled securely and understandingly without disruptive noise and unnecessary dust. In that case, you can opt for a large skip; else, your service provider may refuse to take it for disposal.

Who needs a skip hire in Croydon?

The size of your skip depends on the amount of trash you produce in one day. There are different instances for people to hire a skip.

If it is spring cleaning that produces plenty of items in your house to dispose

If it is construction work and you will need to dispose of the debris during clean-up

If any individual or a company wants to dispose of old equipment and furniture

Rather than struggling with manual waste disposal, you need to call a professional team for it. You can expect eco-friendly skips instead of using public waste disposal facilities. They can make it quick and easy to deal with even the largest and most challenging house clearances.

Of course, you can find several companies for this service. But usually, they may have varying policies. Perhaps, they will not take all sorts of waste, for example, some will refuse old furniture like sofas and couches or some may refuse toxic chemicals, dangerous materials. So make sure about it before deciding on a professional skip hire company.

Significant Benefits You Should Know About skip hire in Croydon -

Is it necessary to clean your locality by disposing of waste? For example, if your home has recently gone through a major renovation, then there must be loads of wasted things. Even if it is just an annual cleaning process, it requires proper cleaning through skips. Moreover, you need to opt for professional skip hire in Sutton to avoid unnecessary wasted things.

In this advanced world, everything seems possibly easy to do. The advent of technology makes everything possible that we should be thankful for. When it comes to waste cleaning and disposing of, hiring professional skip bins is worth investing in.

There are various benefits you can reap from this service. We would say that for people who are looking for waste cleaning; it is the most convenient way to apply that can save you time and money. Here in this article, we are discussing some of the key benefits-

Saves energy and time- With an expert skip hire service; you don’t need to bother about any hassle throughout an entire process. They will provide you with skip bins to dispose of the rubbish and they will thoroughly clean the area within a time frame. These professionals are so competent and expert in their work as well as have the skill that you can experience through the work that they carry out. You don’t need to put your own effort into this process that can save you time.

Safe and secure- You should also know that skip-hire services are not as easy as you think. Professionals can only perform it well. They have years of experience in this industry thus ensuring a great result at the end of the process. They have expertise in handling the skip bin perfectly and ensure your area gets clean without wasting much time. Rest assured that you will receive a safe and secure service.

All you just need to store the skip properly till they are lifted. A reliable team will do the rest of the task and de-clutter your home. Also, they will dispose of the rubbish, scraps, and wastes at the right place by using the right techniques.

Dispose of properly- When we talk about a complete renovation of your home, it produces lots of wastes to dispose of. And it is not the job of one individual that you must be aware of. This is where a professional skip hire team comes to the rescue. They can provide a larger skip bin to dispose of all your waste at a single swipe. No matter how much waste you've, just let a professional team dispose of it in the right way. As skips are available in different sizes so that you don’t need to worry about the amount of waste you have at your home site. They can clear the space in one go.

In addition, this service is convenient for everyone. They can also advise you to hire the right size of the skip as per your needs and skipping projects. However, if a traditional skip seems too large then consider a skip bag. That way, positioning your dumping area can be easy.

Immediate action- Once you get connected with responsible skip hire in Sutton, they will respond to you within minutes. Once you call them, they will be available at your working site within no time. They can ensure a proper cleaning almost immediately in a hassle-free way.

Eco-friendly services- It is for sure that everyone wants a clean place. This is why this kind of advanced service is introduced to provide a healthy environment to the residents. They are just a call away from your doorstep. They use highly advanced cleaning equipment to keep your area clean and green. You can in the fresh air. These professional teams are also responsible environmentalists. Most of the waste gets recycled when picked up from your place. However, make sure to ask about permits and what can't be put in a skip.

No Transport- If we take another instance of home renovation or decoration, it is obvious to produce heaps of rubbish, including scraped-off wallpaper, debris, and scrap timber. In this case, if you don’t get a filthy car or hate going to the tip many times, you will suffer. Instead, you must consider a professional skip hire service provider. They will provide a kip to your doorstep and once it is filled they will pick it up right where you are.

Profitable services- Of course, the cost of any service should be a concern before hiring them. And this is so natural to think about as everyone cannot afford a heavy charge of any service. When it comes to skip hire services, it is offered at an affordable price. It ensures that you don’t have to spend much to keep your surroundings fresh and clean. A professional skip hire team is always ready to clean your construction site at a competitive price. Whenever you need this service, call them.

Hiring a skip hire in Croydon-

Do not fret!! Hiring a skip hire service provider is easy and simple. However, you need to consider certain factors when hiring a company.

The first thing is to ensure that a company is licensed and insured. They must have the permit. You should ask for their public liability insurance so that they can easily cover in case of an accident during the process.

Another thing is the right size of skip available. A company should be able to give you the right service you need. Else, it can lead to a waste of your money. The right size of skip is required for the amount of waste you have.

When it comes to the price of skip hire, it may vary with a different company, size of skip and type of waste that it will be filled with, your location, and the handling. The payment for skip hire is often upfront when placing the order or on delivery of the skip. They will make the money after collecting it when full of waste. However, the price should be affordable as it is efficient by reducing the haulage and transportation costs. You can hire them for the time you need and you just need to let them know about your exact requirements.

The most important thing is that your skip hire company should be reliable to work together with you and deliver and collect when it is convenient for yourself.

Your skip hire company must have a good reputation in the market and ensure complete client satisfaction. In this case, you can check the reviews of a company’s previous clients to make sure about this point.

FAQs-

How quickly can a skip be delivered?

It can be done on the same day, but usually on the following day. a professional company provides it very quickly.

Is it possible to put a skip in the road if there is no space on my property?

Yes. However, you need a permit from the council before doing so.

Do skip hire companies to recycle?

Yes. Most of the companies offer waste collection and disposal services. However, it is worth checking out the nature of their materials recycling policy.

How long can I hire a skip for?

It depends on a company’s policy. Moreover, you can hire a skip for seven to ten days minimum.

How can I find a dependable local skip Hire Company?

There are several companies out there that you can contact online from the comfort of your home. They can also give you a free quote to compare the pricing range.

Looking for the best skip hire in Croydon? You can visit www.deadmanconfidential.co.uk.

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You should have seen it coming, well before it had reached this point. In hindsight, it was about 12 weeks ago, you had stumbled upon something you shouldn’t have in your bosses office. When you had sworn to him you wouldn’t say a word, then immediately left an anonymous tip on the FBI got line.

You should have turned your boss down when he offered to bring you into the fold, explain everything, but he offered a massive pay rise, simply to know about the operation and do an occasional errand for that side of the business when you were doing the normal ones. Nothing dangerous, nothing illegal, just a simple drop off of some files.

It was a chance for you to be a spy, go undercover and gather information to give to the police when they eventually came for your boss. You could be the heroine that you’d always dreamed of being.

Everything had changed at the nine week mark, your boss had called you into his office, where he and a few other suited men awaited you. You had recognized three of them, one was a man you presumed was your bosses boss, the other two security guards that you had seen floating around the company, both at this end at the other place where you had been delivering the letters too. The other three men also looked like security guards, they were all big and beefy, and wore the same grumpy face as each other, constantly scanning the room for any threats.

You tried to remember as much as you could about the men, especially the one who was probably the big boss. Your notes would need to be perfect, and having descriptions of the people you had seen would definitely help.

You weren’t expecting both men to turn to you and change your role within the organisation. It came with a cash bonus of ten thousand dollars, which they placed before you in a duffle bag, and your own personal bodyguard.

You still didn’t have to do anything illegal, but they would be needing you to run more errands, transporting items of the utmost importance. Hence the bodyguard, you presumed, if anyone wanted to hurt to the organisation, these would be the deliveries to intercept.

It was exciting news, a much better opportunity to try and figure out what was going on within the organisation. You’d already been secretly making copies of all the letters you’d been tasking with transporting. The bodyguard would be somewhat of a hindrance, but you were sure you would find a way, even if you just scanned the letter to get the gist of what was going on and noted that down. It would be the next best thing when you handed in your notes to the authorities.

A simple gesture from the bosses boss had one of the three men stepping forward, a shaggy man, just as muscular as the others bowed his head in greeting to you, a soft smile on his lips. It wasn’t what you had expected in a bodyguard, you had thought they would be like those in the movies, big, beefy and silent, simply following their protectee around.

One hour with your bodyguard had proven you wrong. He had done nothing but joke around with you while you tried to get your normal workload done. It made what was normally a long dreary day of paperwork interesting. William, he said his name was, had been ordered to stay with you 24/7, and took his job very seriously, you had a heck of a time convincing him to let you go to the bathroom alone the first few times until you both agreed that he could wait outside the door for you, but you would have to do the same for him, so he could hear you yell if something untoward happened to you.

You had thought, despite him saying 24/7, that once your job for the day was done, the pair of you would split paths, to rejoin again in the morning. It turns out that was not the case, as you found out when he started following you towards your car, getting in beside you.

You had thought that, after seeing your tiny studio apartment, he would leave. There was no space for him to stay, unless he planned to spend the rest of his time with you sleeping on a tiny 2 seater couch. But it seemed he was determined to stay, sitting down on the couch and making it look like dollhouse furniture.

William hadn’t complained at your attempts to cook, you had been trying to teach yourself for a while, and while you were okay with eating it yourself, you were unsure if you should offer him the same meal. He had taken it willingly however, happily munching along and not pulling the same faces you were sure you did.

So William had stayed, curled up on that tiny sofa, barely letting a word of complaint leave his lips at how sore he surely must have been. Teaching you to cook, guarding you as you ferried letters and bags around for both sides of the organisation.

Sure it had made sneaking looks into what you were transporting hard, but it hadn’t stopped you. There were moments that he was distracted, trips to the bathroom either of you took, leaving the other alone with the package. You had been suspicious of the idea at first, but a screaming bladder was quick to change your mind. If the organisation trusted William with your life, he could surely be trusted with the packages for a few moments.

It had only taken a few nights, seeing him curled up on the tiny two seater couch, watching the sheer uncomfortableness on his face as he stretched out every morning, despite his best efforts to hide it from you, for you to invite him into your bed. Not that it was much bigger than the couch, you had always meant to upgrade from your king single to at least a Queen, but you had yet to actually do it. Beds were expensive, and what little money you had been earning was not enough to afford one yet. You could have, now with your new funds, but you were determined not to spend any of them, it was ill gotten gains, and you would turn it over to the state as evidence.

Cuddling out of requirement, soon became cuddling because you wanted to. William lying back as you claimed his chest as a pillow, his arm wrapping lazily around your waist, his head moving to nuzzle into your hair.

Cuddling in the bed, soon became cuddling elsewhere. You constantly found yourself seeking out his arms, and if you weren’t searching for them, it was because you were already in them, his hand around your waist, slipping into your pockets, fingers tangling through hers.

It was what made this all so much harder.

William, the man you were starting to fall in love with, had betrayed you. He had clasped your hands together behind your back, shackling them in handcuffs. Your boss and his boss forced to the floor beside you, pinned down by people heavily armoured in SWAT gear.

12 weeks in, the day you were placed into an interrogation room, looking up at the man you had known as William, trying to ignore the past three weeks, recount to him and his supervisor what you had seen, what you had heard, your notes on the table. Ignoring the faces that he pulled, either trying to make you laugh, or struggling to believe what you were saying. Arms folded across his chest as if it would stop him from reaching for you, stop him from caring for you.

12 weeks that, in hindsight, you would never regret.

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Two Sides of the Coin (12)

Chapter 12: Facing Thine Demons | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

A/N: There was a tiny technical error on my end. Was about to save the draft with the new touches until it ended up posting it (surprised pikachu meme here) and so I put it on private first. But now it’s ready! ^^ Sorry if I have confused those of you who opened the shortcut link from Chapter 11 and got a blank webpage or that it was simply gone... Don’t worry, it’s here now!

Also tagging: @silver-is-in-too-many-fandoms @berenilion @stellar-trinity @justtinfoley @peterwandaparker @cal-jestis @superwarsofthrones @queen-destenie @fallenjedii @sweeetteaa @ayamenimthiriel @calgasm @calsponchoemporium

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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC | Special tags: Nomara Anesh, Jedi Master! Fem OC, Togruta, Force Vision, Dark Force Vision

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 | Previous: Part 11 | Next: Part 13 | Masterlist

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Jidné fixed herself a cup while staring intently at the Holocron shard. She recalled Cal’s words from yesterday, and right after that, Darth Vader’s specifications of the contract followed. It frustrated her that it was the thing that kept her awake way into the wee hours until it had mentally exhausted her to sleep.

Her mind concocted an endless list of assumptions, theories, and scenarios that she forgot to take a sip from her cup to slow herself down. The images replayed to no end, some of them were interjections of her own memories from the day of the Jedi Purge; her breath shuddered, for no matter how many times she blinked them away, the memories and the moments that are yet to be—from her meditation before and the premonitions now—flashed behind her eyes. The sounds she imagined were starting to sound too surreal, covering her ears to shut them out proved futile.

Jidné’s head shot up, interrupted by her droid barging in with a series of panicking chirps.

“Who is it, ID-3?”

“Bee… Beep, trill,” the droid answered rather nervously, the tone of his chirps caused Jidné’s eyebrows to pull together.

Jidné jogged away from the galley and headed to the lounge—she asks ID-3 to relay the transmission to the holotable’s receiver and the droid promptly obeyed, twisting his connector in the port left and right until the transfer became successful.

The projection of Darth Vader from the waist up crackled into existence at the center of the holoprojector. Jidné approached the holotable, the projection towered a few feet above her that she kept her head tilted up and stood at a distance away from the table.

“Lord Vader,” she greeted with the same steely tone of voice she used on the dark lord. “How untimely of you to drop by.”

“I require a report of your progress, Sheedra,”

Jidné clenched her jaw.

“Did you find the boy?”

Her shoulders heaved, “Yes. I’ve found him in hiding… though he’s not aware of me yet.”

“And what of the Holocron?”

Jidné played dumb—a risky move for a young Jedi who’s also in hiding—and pulled her eyebrows together.

“Is that the vital thing you seek of him?”

“Yes. Does he still have it?”

The bounty hunter shakes her head in earnest, “I haven’t… seen him hold it yet. Obviously, he’s kept it in his ship for safekeeping.”

The longer this conversation went, the more cemented her assumptions became.

“My Inquisitors have already failed in recovering that Holocron from the Jedi,” he raised his finger in her face, regardless if it was via hologram. “Do not fail me like they did, Sheedra.”

He hissed at the utterance of her surname, Jidné could visualize the clenching of Vader’s teeth through that mask’s mouthpiece when he did. The hint wasn’t easy to miss, especially with that steady yet foreboding tone; she could’ve sworn she felt the interior of her ship rattle upon the intensity of the dark lord’s words.

Jidné stood her ground and steeled her voice, not tolerating being told what to do in her own turf and on her own expertise. She almost raised her voice back in an attempt to dominate his volume.

“With all due respect, m’lord, don’t ever tell me how to do my job.”

Taken aback by the child’s words, Darth Vader’s broad shoulders evidently eased, as the resolution of the hologram blurred and cracked with static in synch with his breathing. He leaned forward, closer to the lens of his holoprojector, he raised his finger at her again.

“You are fortunate it is I who employed you. Consider this your warning, child. The Emperor would not have forgiven this as I did.”

Without needing a response from her, Vader ended the transmission on his end and the projection of the girl dissolved into nothingness. He returned into the silent solitude of his meditation chamber, a black shell that hid him away and concealed his true self from everyone else.

A long exhale wafted through the mouthpiece of his mask as he leaned back against the seat of his chamber. His calm mechanical breathing ricocheted in the organic walls of his sanctum. He recalled the conversation with the bounty hunter, he sensed something within the girl and the delivery of her words—he gave himself the benefit of the doubt and deduced it was the usual anxiety one would have when reporting to him, afraid that they might step into the wrong foot and have to elaborate themselves.

“I sense a disturbance in the Force… and in that child.” He purred, his leather between his gloved fingers squeaked as he gripped on the armrests of his sanctuary’s throne.

Robotic limbs from the ceiling whirred and lowered towards his head, its pincers gingerly clamped at the hem of his helmet, with a single click of the inner mechanism the limbs carefully took off the layers of his mask one by one. With the final layer was removed, light is shed upon the true face of Vader: sickly, calloused skin that aged as it healed from fatal burns, a wrinkled bag of skin that crumpled whenever he blinked his sunken, sorrowful eyes, and a rupture on the top of his head ran from one point to the other.

Another set of robot limbs appeared, vials of Bacta and syringes were fixed on where their pincers ought to be. In his first few years of getting used to this armor—now his new body—the medical procedure was a form of self-pity and pain, though it fueled his connection with the Dark Side, making him stronger and more powerful the way the Emperor intended him to be.

Vader afforded a moment to breathe before commanding the robotic claws to fit his helmet back on. The chipped, coarse leather glove ran across his creased forehead. He yearned for a moment of peace, a moment to meditate, but the demons of his past intruded his sanctum as they please, ravaging his supposedly rock-solid conscience as sturdy as the armor where his life clings onto constantly. When he deemed the activity pointless, he slammed a button—he waited for a few minutes and heard the main door of his room hiss open. Another press of a button and his meditation chamber parted open.

“What is thy bidding, my master?” a female Twi’lek Inquisitor, with skin as crimson as blood and her blade, inquired upon her entrance, kneeling in front of Vader with the greatest reverence.

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Jidné caught her breath after the transmission, clutching her chest did little to relax her wild heart. She fumbled her way towards the booth seat in the lounge, she attempted to relax—she clapped her hand against her forehead, slouched her back against the sofa while trying to realign her thoughts.

The beeping of the homing beacon caught her attention, it sat idly atop the center table. Using the Force, Jidné reached for it, she gawked at it resting at the center of her palm and she was reminded of her duty, but the feelings that has been forged by her connection with Cal conflicted her greatly.

“Trill…?”

“I don’t want him to get hurt, ID-3,”

Jidné closed her fist with the beacon still in her hand, she and ID-3 looked at one another for a brief moment—as if wordlessly coming to an agreement—the girl’s fist tightened, inhaled deeply that it puffed her chest, she turned her hand sideways and opened her fingers to let the blue circular device fall to the floor…

The sole of her boot stopped the beacon from rolling away, then with all her strength, Jidné crushed the device beneath her feet—reducing it into shards of glass and metal.

She’s seen enough. She’s understood enough.

“I won’t let them hurt him,”

The other end of the beacon is still attached to the Mantis, but she made it a point to get it and destroy it the same way before Cal finds out. She donned a maroon jacket and a black cowl before heading out of the Scarab, she beckoned ID-3 to come along and the droid hovered towards her shoulders to perch himself there.

Jidné found a herd of Q’aval in the desert not far from the water hole, imitating the same approach as Cal did yesterday, she tamed one and mounted it. The animal reared as Jidné spurred the side of its belly with a gentle kick of her boot, clouds of smoke fluttered behind its heels as it stamped through the badlands and towards the forest, foam frothed at the rim of its mouth. She dismounted the Q’aval before it even came to a full stop, she sprinted towards the Mantis; she recomposed herself until Cere greeted her at the door.

“Jidné? What a pleasant surprise for you to come by,”

“Hi Cere, is Cal here?”

“No, actually he went to Diitana with Greez—he finally got to tour the captain at the marketplace—but I bet they’re just about finished with those errands,”

“Oh? How nice of him,”

“You can wait for him inside,” invited Cere.

“Sure, just let me… catch my breath,”

Cere excused herself and went back inside, Jidné ran to the stern of the Mantis where she had shot the homing beacon during their chase. The device ceased to blink or beep, it died out the same time Jidné destroyers hers. She tore it off clean from the exterior and stamped her boot on it numerous times, she dug the soil with her shoe and buried the shards in the tiny crater she made.

It was peaceful in the clearing—nothing but wind and chirping songbirds hidden amongst the trees. Jidné situated herself atop a boulder a few meters away from the ship, in an attempt to meditate while waiting for Cal. It has been a while since she did so and she wanted to see how she fared lately.

Finding solace in the clearing, she meditated and relearned her master’s lessons at the same time; recalling the words of Master Anesh from the vision she had a couple of days ago. Little by little, the girl afforded to be proud of herself as the meditations become more tranquil and resonant.

What was initially experimental, and then turned out to be quite effective: she dared to reach out to the Force and allowed to let whatever thoughts flow within her—there was laughter and warmth, comfort and compassion, images of Master Anesh smiling, and the gleam of Cal’s clear, green eyes that’s burned into her mind all too well.

“That actually felt nice…” she murmured upon opening her eyes. She gazed at her hands, then wiggled her fingers as she examined them as if the sensations touched her in reality.

She thought hours have passed, when in fact it has only been minutes. However, the good feelings were immediately washed away when her Q’aval suddenly began to neigh nervously and clopped its hooves in place.

“Hey, what’s wrong, old timer? You smell something?”

The animal neighed again, then she heard the rustling of the bushes that lined the clearing. Jidné’s instincts went on high alert, she cautiously hopped down from the boulder as she peered through the dim denseness of the forest beyond.

“Who’s there?”

A cacophony of insects hissing and chirping replied her, she didn’t take that for an answer. She senses something else than just insects and birds.

Her hand subtly wandered to her saber; with her rifle still out of commission, she had been leaning into her saber more, and she actually preferred it to the ballistic weapon. She unclipped the hilt from her belt as quietly and slowly as she can. A narrow path connected the Mantis’s spot to another open space of the forest, something about it lured Jidné in, but she had sensed a trap—for Force’s sake, she’s a bounty hunter! She knew this strategy all too well; whoever the enemy was, they wanted to her stray from the Mantis, they wanted to single her out.

Something’s definitely not right. She thought while she prowled, saber in hand and ready to ignite.

Her attempt to use Force Shroud on herself was hindered when her ears pricked up at the sound of a pin clinking. A flashbomb hissed upon the removal of the pin and rolled to Jidné’s feet. Luckily, she had the sharp reflex to kick it back to the thrower.

She shielded her eyes with her arm but was jumped by the bounty hunter who wielded a rifle with a vibroblade bayonet, she was able to deflect the attack with her saber; upon closer look, she recognized the enemy—it was the same bounty hunter who chased Cal in Diitana, the goon named Fazer.

“Where’s your boyfriend, girlie!?” the male hunter spat through his cloth mask.

“Where’s yours, scum?!”

If there’s one thing Jidné could never go wrong about the Haxion Brood—it’s that they always travel in pairs.

“Look at that, she’s got a laser sword too!” the HURID droid stomped his way into the picture, outnumbering Jidné two to one.

“So glad you could join us!” Jidné blurted and pushed the hunter away to stance herself.

She deflected the HURID droid’s barrage of blasts from its gauntlet gun in a fluid, spiraling motion of her saber. A third one had appeared from the trees, another male human hunter with a jetpack. He jumped on her, she evaded it too little too late thus she staggered for a brief second before using the Force to push her assailant away.

All three enemies circled her in the center of the clearing, like vultures to a carrion.

“We got you outnumbered, ye cunt! Sorc is gonna pay us a shitton of money for yer head!” Jetpack barked.

Sorc!?

“That son of a bitch!!”

Jidné’s hard feelings didn’t root from the fact that she once worked for Sorc—despite their stale work dynamic—and discovered now that he’s put a price on her head; what enraged her is that she had become a target herself in her own organization—though it’s highly likely that he had bribed someone, with Baz being a probable candidate, or had a mole in the Guild. Sorc had actively broken a law in the Guild and whoever else was in connivance. Whatever the reason, she needed to finish these three goons.

The skirmish got intense pretty quickly. It was just Jidné alone against three; her first target was the hunter with the jetpack—she immediately put him out of work when she deflected a blast and redirected it to the exhaust hatch of the jetpack, instantly setting it on fire. All eyes—both Haxion and Jidné—were glued to the poor sod who’s spinning out of control, perfectly incapable of escaping his jetpack until he blew up with it upon impact of a tree trunk.

“Alright, your attention here!” Jidné beckoned, spinning her saber and positioning herself in a beginning stance.

The HURID was the most aggressive attacker among the two remaining. Both of them were troublesome in their own special way—Fazer kept himself at a safe distance while loading his gun, to ruin his strategy, Jidné moved a lot: taking advantage of the trees, scaling them and perching on their branches, and finally utilizing her Force Shroud in battle. She masked herself using the Force; to the weak-minded eye, it would appear that she disappeared out of plain sight and into thin air.

“Where’s the little cunt!?” Fazer roared.

The hulking droid and the human hunter spun around in place, in search of their nimble target.

“If you’re such a brave lil’ girl, why don’t ye come out!?” Fazer taunted.

Jidné saw that the HURID droid standing directly below the branch she’s perched on, she ignited her saber and descended upon the walking block of metal from the heavens, driving her saber into its central processing core with her purple lightsaber.

“Now, it’s just you and me, Fazer,”

“You know me, don’tcha, little birdie?”

“You’re one of Sorc’s favorites, I figured he’d send you. Shall we put that to the test?”

“Don’t make me laugh, kid!”

In a deadpan snark, the girl clapped back, “I’ve always had a dry sense of humor.”

Jidné had taunted Fazer into laying down his shield, telling him to face her like a true fighter with the remaining ounce of a crook’s honor in him; the enemy hunter humored the girl and relinquished his foldable shield, leaving himself with only his bayonet rifle.

Tiny, blue cracks of electricity coursed along the blade of the bayonet and instantaneously died out as soon as it came into contact with the saber’s beam. Jidné held fast, the soles of her boots were practically buried into the dirt as she kept her stance, her unwavering grip secured her hilt as she shifted all her weight in blocking Fazer’s blade.

“You can’t win, girl!! I’ll have your head rolling over Sorc’s table!” grunted Fazer.

Collecting all her might and transferring it all on her deflection, she took a big, deep breath as the purple gleam shone over the gloss of her dark, willful eyes.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!”

She pushed Fazer away, kicked him the hardest in the abdomen to stagger him and afford a window of opportunity to cut him down. With the strength fueled by adrenaline, she struck down the bounty hunter and silence returned to the forest…

Or so she thought.

More rustling among the bushes alarmed her, she brandished her saber securely, prepared for a stance if necessary. The noises persisted and prompted her to follow it, instead of waiting for it to jump on her. Blinded by the anger that she mistook for the thrill of the action, she dashed mindlessly through the forest, following the sound.

Meanwhile, Cal had returned to the Mantis’s clearing and spotted a Q’aval. He approached it and started bobbing its head to its forward direction while neighing fervently.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay! What’s wrong?”

Cal held the animal’s muzzle, petting it with his one hand while the other cupped its large cheek. The Q’aval kept nodding at the direction of the clearing despite being calmed down, the redheaded Jedi finally got the hint as he turned his head to the path.

He withdrew from the animal, tugged his saber off of his belt, and cautiously prowled into the neighboring clearing with peeled eyes. When the boy sensed nothing, he investigated the area and discovered the bodies of the three Haxion Brood hunters sprawled across the clearing; he got closer and found lightsaber cuts across their bodies—except for the third one who had majority of his body charred from the explosion of his jetpack, nonetheless, Cal recognized the handiwork.

“Beee…!” BD-1 chirped and pointed at something with his entire body.

Lying just a few inches away from Fazer’s body were bright, turquoise beads threaded into two separate strands. Cal knelt down and examined it, he hesitated to take it at first but eventually scooped it up with one hand, he’s seen this trinket more than once and didn’t need to guess who the owner is.

“Jidné…” uttered Cal.

The fingers of Cal’s free hand gingerly touched the trinket—one finger for each bead—and a tunnel of light violently clouded his vision, the sharp sensation was reminiscent to being punched hard in the gut. Cal’s knees buckled as the echoes of the Force kick in. Sounds and voices that he knew all too well screeched and bounced along the walls of his skull.

“Execute Order 66…”

“Keep up with me, Jidné!”

“I’m trying, Master!”

“The Jedi and the little girl are here! Don’t let them escape!!!”

The barrage of blaster fire nearly deafened Cal, he finally melted to the forest floor; his hand gripped around the beads, his consciousness battled with its own demon—a part of him wanted to let go, but the other kept his fist shut, as if gripping it tightly to stop him from opening his hand, and so the waking nightmares persisted in his mind.

“This way, child! Come on!”

“Coming, Master!”

“Get behind me, little one!”

“Blast her!!”

“NOOOOOOOO….!!!!”

“Jidné… RUN…!”

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Jidné sprang out of the woods and into a lone waterfall’s clearing, different from the one where she once bathed and smaller in comparison. She panted and arched her back, her hands holding onto her knees as she gasped for air, finally allowing her body to relax. Jidné scanned the place and realized that she has no memory of the place, it was an entirely new area that she has gotten herself lost in.

Strange, she thought as she stepped further into this unfamiliar spot in the forest; she gawked quizzically at the sky as she walked, the trees’ canopy didn’t cover up the sun and yet the weather appeared to be overcast, as if a storm is brewing above—even though it was significantly sunny when she came here.

“Jidné…”

The girl’s head jerked to the direction of the voice. At first she found nobody around, but her eyes continued to survey the area with great eagerness and curiosity. The call of her name brought her closer to the pool, oddly enough, the rippling of the water was louder than the end of the waterfall meeting the basin.

Jidné stood at the fine line between land and water. A silhouette—standing tall and regal in stride—materialized, she squinted her eyes to peer through the curtain of water. The shadow became more opaque bit by bit: the tips of the montrals parted the water but not a single droplet lingered, the hem of the long robe swept the surface of the water as if it was a plane of glass flooring, and the apparition seemed almost too real.

Nomara Anesh, her master… or perhaps the shell of what she used to be.

Jidné’s knees were reduced to jelly, so much so that she staggered back in surprise upon laying eyes on the waking vision of her mentor.

“Master Anesh…” a wide-eyed Jidné shuddered.

Silence. Only a smile replied to her, but it was no smile of compassion. There was something ominous that traced the line of that smirk. Wind howled amongst the towering trees as the two women faced one another.

The apparition stepped closer until she stood at the center of the pool, ripples orbited her even though Nomara stood like a statue; Jidné was able to get a closer look—she was impressed with the apparition, for it mimicked the sage aura that her master emitted, despite being a mere manifestation borne from the nether of the Force.

The young girl shakes her head and grips onto her saber.

“No,” she snarled, attempting to harden herself in the midst of this delusion. Her thumb crunches the switch of her saber. “You’re not her.”

The ghost of Nomara Anesh rebuked the girl’s claim in the form of igniting her own saber. An indigo blade emitted out of the elegant silver hilt. The Togruta slowly walked up to her as they spoke.

“What makes you so sure? Have you allowed your doubts to cloud your feelings?”

Jidné detected the difference of this apparition’s tone of voice compared to the real thing; this one sounded emotionless and strict altogether. The apprentice couldn’t find the same warmth the original has within this ghost. The compassion and kindness that the real Nomara Anesh had, the traits that the girl missed sorely and dearly, was completely non-existent.

“No, I haven’t…”

“Well then, we won’t find much outcome in words, will we?”

That compassion Jidné desperately searched in that walking manifestation of Nomara was replaced with a demanding, arrogant façade—it’s as if she’s facing a different person with the perfect identical copy of her late master’s body.

Jidné itched to swing her saber at this ghost so much that she didn’t realize she had stepped onto the water, she paused and looked down on her feet. The water’s surface remained solid to stand on but retained its liquid aspects like the ripples and droplets. Now in the same arena as this spirit, she circled along the edge while her eyes fixated on the otherworldly entity. She can’t put her reason into words, it was more of a feeling.

“You have allowed so much of the darkness to take you… that you can’t even see who you truly are,” Nomara lectured coldly.

The walking vision had provoked the child, Jidné had lost the remaining ounces of control she had within her and came charging at the Togruta. Two blades of nearly the same shade clashed and growled against one another. Nomara retained her erect, poised posture while the young Jidné had her back arched as she put all of her strength on the strike.

“Is this the resolve you’ve settled with? Is this how you honor my teachings!?” Nomara hissed, truly sounding like an unsatisfied mentor. “You have truly forgotten the ways of the Force!”

“That’s not true! You don’t know that! You are not her!!”

The young Jedi continued to send a flurry of attacks against this sentient delusion, but for every move she knew and used against the ghost, it always had a way to deny her of a strike; her anger bestowed her a false and hollow strength that bore no blows. Jidné’s body flared with a recklessness that was determined to strike down that spirit. But the next thing she knew, Nomara’s ghost stopped the Jedi girl in her tracks.

“You can’t save him—the same way you can’t save yourself from the past, the present, and even in the future. You will always run away from your fate like the weak coward that you are!”

“NO!!!”

Another clash of blades, a sphere of light formed at the center of the intercrossed beams. Something between the lines of Nomara’s words struck something within Jidné, and then she sought for the strength inside her again… but found nothing. The Togruta bore all her weight on her attack, gradually bringing down the former apprentice until she’d fumble.

“You are not the Padawan I trained!!”

Jidné struggled to push away Nomara—even for a few paces at least—to regain her composure. This time, it was the Togruta who went into the offensive. With the distance shrinking between them, Jidné paced her breathing and timed the right moment to counter.

A shockwave of the Force sourced from the collision of their sabers, it was a wave so strong that it threw Jidné meters away from their arena. The girl couldn’t pinpoint where the phenomenon originated—though it didn’t matter. She found herself tumbling back into the clearing where she had singlehandedly eradicated the Haxion Brood hunters, her head jerked in all directions to survey her bearings.

“Jidné!”

The girl jolted upon another call of her name, Cal ran up to her and slowly lifted her up.

“Are you okay?”

“I… I don’t know…”

Cal felt the immense tremor across Jidné’s entire body; puzzled, he looked at the direction of the forest where Jidné came out of and had an inkling of what just happened. He escorted her into the Mantis and offered her to a place to rest there.

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