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starkeristheendgame · 3 years ago

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Inspired by 9-1-1 (on Fox), which is my current obsession. I highly recommend checking it out and it’s spin-off series 9-1-1: Lonestar. If you already like 9-1-1 and Buddie (Buck and Eddie) then you should check out my new main account @therogueheart. Liberty has been taken with protocols and practices here, but the land of fiction knows no rules.

Firefighter!Tony x Civilian!Peter.

TW: Age difference | Under-negotiated sexual content | Unrealistic practises

“NYFD! We’re evacuating the block!”

“NYFD, are any residents present?”

Peter jerked awake to loud yelling and incessant pounding on his door, flailing blearily in bed for a moment before he fell off the side of in a heap of limbs and bedding, scrambling to get upright.

He shrugged on a hoodie and tripped into a pair of combat boots, stumbling his way sleepily to the door. He was operating on barely five hours of sleep and felt every hour he was sorely missing - though his midterms were a good enough reason to burn the midnight oil.

He wrenched the door open just as a firefighter on the other side went to swing the breach ram into it, letting out a squeak of panic as it stopped mere inches from his belly. The man wielding it was huge; with short blond hair and shoulders that could fit a person comfortably on either side.

“That was close, I could’ve ruptured your entire torsal cavity and killed you!” the firefighter boomed cheerfully, straightening up with a broad, dazzling smile. Peter let out a faint noise and did his best not to pass out, sagging against the doorframe and gripping it.

He was wide fucking awake now, that was for sure.

“My name is Thor, I’m with the NYPD, Manhattan division. We’re evacuating the block, there’s been a gas leak on the lower and mid levels and there’s risk of combustion,” the man ordered, slinging the ram over his shoulder and gesturing to the hallway. Peter could hear other voices, all similar conversations amidst the yells of NYPD, open up!

“Uh,” was all Peter got out before he was being ushered out of his doorway. Firefighter Thor nudged him several steps forwards before Peter’s brain finally came online and he jerked to a stop.

“Wait! I need my Adderall and my phone! If I don’t call Aunt May she’s gonna kill me and if I don’t take my meds I’m gonna be screwed!”

Thor looked undecided, brows pinching. “You shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay, Thor. Move onto the North quadrant; I’ll stay with this one,” came a voice from behind them and Peter turned, shrinking in on himself a little.

Illuminated in the crappy hallway lighting was a man who looked like he’d stepped straight off a movie billboard. He wasn’t as tall or the same brand of clean-cut Hollywood handsome that Thor was, but he was just as attractive. More so, if Peter was going to acknowledge his tendency to lust after men twice or even thrice his age.

The man had black hair swept into a neat side-leaning quiff, a hint of salt and pepper at his temples. His facial hair had been styled in a way that ought to look ridiculous but only served to give him a unique, sharp look, accentuating the shape of his jaw.

The man winked at him and Peter realised he’d been staring. When he glanced to the side Thor had already moved off out of sight and the firefighter left behind gestured to Peter’s door, which was thankfully still open ajar from where he’d been rushed out.

“Uh, thanks. Thank you...Sir? Officer?” he cringed at his own awkwardness, shuffling past. The man looked amused, quirking a brow and pursing his lips a little, even as something indescribable flashed in his eyes.

“Sir works just fine, if that’s your thing. But for the record - I’m Captain Stark. Pretty boys get to call me Tony, though,” the man winked again, teasing seeping into his voice as Peter flushed and beelined for his bed, grabbing his phone from it’s charger and scooping up his bill box and keys.

He lamented not being able to grab anything else, but he knew better than to put himself (and someone else) at risk by lingering. Tony ushered him out of the door with a hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the stairwell. Peter could hear noises and voices on the lower levels but realised with surprise that they were the only two left on the topmost floor.

“You were dead to the world, kid. Thor was banging on your door like crazy. We almost gave you up for not in,” Tony voiced, seemingly understanding his realisation. Peter flushed again and mumbled something about studying, hurrying down the stairs as quickly as he could, Tony a close and solid presence at his back.

It wasn’t until the cool, outside air hit his legs that he realised he was still only wearing a thin hoodie and the shorts he’d gone to sleep in. He shivered in dismay, wrapping his arms around himself. He wasn’t the only one who’d clearly been dragged out of bed - there were people milling around in robes and pyjama sets.

One poor man was even shivering in a ratty blanket, suds dripping from his hair and into his eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, doing his best to stop his teeth from chattering.

“Residents on the lower levels reported strong smells of sulphur and gas. We think it’s a line rupture or faulty heater somewhere. Full evac is protocol until we know for sure and can get started on a fix,” the fire Captain answered, steering him a little away from the main crowd and to one of the trucks.

“Take a seat, kid,” Tony offered, gesturing to the step-up of the truck. Peter did, flinching as his bare skin met the icy metal. The man left him there, turning away to resume his role as he barked orders and disappeared off into the fray. Peter busied himself with his phone, only looking up when Tony’s voice boomed out over the crowd sometime later.

“Alright, everybody listen up!” the man yelled, clapping his hands. “We’ve located the source of the gas and the good news is that it’s a relatively easy fix. The bad news is that it’ll take a minimum of four hours. In the name of safety, none of you can return to the building until it’s deemed safe to do so. Your landlord and building technicians will get in contact as soon as they’ve been given the okay for you to return home. In the meantime, I suggest you go visit friends, family, or find a nice coffee shop while you wait!”

An immediate chorus of groans, complaints and angry remarks bubbled up, the firefighters all doing their best to marshal the situation and contain the displeasure. Peter shuffled where he sat, chewing his lower lip in frustration.

Aunt May was half a city away and on shift; Ned was visiting his Grandma and MJ’s girlfriend had stayed the night, meaning if Peter valued his eyes he couldn’t show up at her door.

Which meant he was probably going to spend the next four hours shivering at a Starbucks and studying on his phone.

Great.

“You good, kid?” the voice was joined by a pair of turnout clad legs and Peter looked up, tossing his phone between his hands. Out in the natural light Captain Stark was even more handsome, a strange mix between rugged and polished.

“Um, yeah. Just...Trying to decide which coffee shop I’m gonna move into,” he sighed, offering a weak smile. The Captain looked thoughtful.

“Little thing like you, Mom and Dad weren’t just out getting milk?” his tone was teasing but curious. Peter shook his head.

“Uh, no. I don’t...I did live with my Aunt. But I graduated highschool early and got a scholarship for the Manhattan Institute of Advanced Sciences. That shitty little studio is all mine,” he rattled the keys in his pocket and shifted. His butt had warmed the step some, but it still wasn’t exactly comfortable.

As if sensing his discomfort the man shifted, peeling himself out of the huge, heavy turnout jacket. “Here, sit up a little,” the man coaxed, crouching down. Peter found himself enveloped in the jacket as Captain Stark wrapped it around him and tucked it under his ass and thighs, pulling it shut so it cocooned him in the heat.

It smelt of soap and aftershave and maybe a little bit of sweat, and Peter found himself relaxing immediately, giving a hum of pleased satisfaction.

Tony was smiling at him when he opened his eyes again and he flushed, saved from embarrassment by a tall, lithe man approaching.

“Cap, we got ‘em all squared. Company is on the way for the fix. The one-five-nine offered to stay and play babysitter. We’re clear to move out.” The man had a purple band-aid on his right brow and did a double-take when he looked down at Peter. “We get a new recruit, Cap?”

Captain Stark looked thoughtfully between Peter and the man, fingers curling around his waistband.

“Alright. Barton, round up the others, call to move out. Have the one-five-nine use radio line six if they need us. We’re bringing back a station puppy.”

‘Barton’ glanced at Peter again, eyes raking over him before he did something between a smile and a smirk. “Copy that,” he confirmed, spinning on his heel and jogging off.

“Huh?” was all Peter could think to say.

“You’ve got nowhere better to go and you’ll freeze without getting changed. I’ve got some spare clothes at the station and you can hole up on the couch until we get the go-ahead to send you home. Rogers can cook, so let’s see if we can’t put a good breakfast in that belly,” Tony responded, nudging him up and out of the way so he could open the truck door.

And that was how Peter found himself wedged into the truck with Clint Barton, Thor Odinson and Steve Rogers. They crammed a spare headset on him and grilled him on student life as they drove, Captain Stark chiming in from the front of the truck.

The station they pulled into was huge, newly renovated and vast. Firefighter Thor set two hands on his hips, lifting him out of the truck easily and setting him down on the floor, ruffling his hair before dogpiling onto Steve, both of them stumbling and grappling away, arguing in snippets about door breaches.

A little dazed, he startled when a hand fell to his back again and turned, flushing when Captain Stark smirked at him and nudged him towards the locker room. The others were already there, stripping out of their turnouts and talking animatedly.

Peter was divested of the jacket but was given a thicker, warmer hoodie emblazoned with ‘NYPD’ and ‘Stark’, the older man rooting around in a locker for a moment before producing a pair of sweats.

They were baggy but he double-tied them and rolled up the ankles and found them more than comfortable, shyly thanking the man. Tony was watching him, eyes dark again with that hidden thought, before he seemingly shook himself out of it and herded Peter towards a set of steps.

Upstairs was a kitchen space and a small common area with two couches and a TV. Barton immediately handed him a steaming mug of herbal tea and Captain Stark ushered him to the table and after several minutes of sitting in their midst and listening to firefighting stories, Steve placed a plate of toast, beans, bacon and eggs under his nose.

“Eat it before Barton mauls you for it,” Steve advised with a grin, sinking into the seat opposite him and stretching out, one arm slung around the back of Thor’s chair. Peter took the warning and dug in, shamelessly moaning at the taste. The eggs had been seasoned and there was something in the butter on the toast that made it rich and almost a little salty.

“Better than sex, huh kid?” Tony teased from his side and Clint gasped, throwing his hands over Peter’s ears.

“He doesn’t know what that is yet!”

After breakfast he was bundled onto the couch, handed a mug of tea to keep his hands warm and the remote to the TV as the others stomped down the staircase, citing organising their gear.

The alarm blared out as he was watching a nature documentary and he leaned over the balcony rail just in time to watch them leaping into the truck, flushing as the Captain shot him a wink before shutting the truck door, it’s sirens wailing and lights flashing as it pulled out of the bay.

They weren’t gone that long, but when the truck pulled back into the bay it was covered in dust and dirt.

He padded down the staircase, pulling on the sleeves of his hoodie as he watched them all descend from the vehicle. They looked a little dusty and grimy, but otherwise unharmed.

“Winch rescue up on the hiking trails,” Clint informed him as he jogged past, beelining for a room just past the lockers. “I’ve got dust in places it doesn't belong!”

The worst of them all was Steve, who’d apparently tripped over the winch line and gone tumbling down the hillside. He was largely unhurt, but he was also the last one out of the showers thanks to needing some extra scrubbing.

“C’mon, kid. Time to earn your keep,” Tony teased once they were clean and dressed in LAFD shorts and shirts. They were filling buckets and bringing out plastic boxes full of soaps and polish, and he almost whimpered when he realised they were going to clean the truck.

He was practically living a piece of fanfiction.

Or torture. Either one was applicable.

It took exactly ten minutes for someone to lose their shirt. Peter didn’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that it was Steve, who flexed his pecs with a wink when he caught Peter staring. As if not to be outdone, Thor immediately tugged his shirt over his head, baring an even bigger, beefier torso that fed the red flames burning up Peter’s cheeks.

“Alright, show offs. Stop preening and get cleaning,” Tony barked at them good-naturedly, rolling his eyes as he handed Peter a sponge and flicked suds at the two taller blonds, who pulled faces but dove into the work with vigor.

In an attempt to cool down his embarrassment he turned his attention to the truck, scrubbing gently in broad circles to match what the others were doing. He’d never realised just how big firetrucks were and he wondered idly how often they had to do this.

“Hey, shortstack, you wanna be on top?”

“Excuse me?” Peter squeaked, rounding on Captain Stark, who smirked at him and gestured to the roof of the truck and the little side ladder.

“On the roof. Tends to get gritty up there,” the man drawled, eyeing him in thinly veiled amusement. It had to be on purpose, Peter realised. Especially when he moved to the side ladder and a set of rough hands wrapped around his hips, boosting him up several rungs.

He settled down to scrub, listening to the soundtrack of the station and the men below, peering over the edge now and then to watch them or to join in the conversation. It was dizzying - having them all grinning up at him, sunny and sparkling and half-naked.

Mercifully, there wasn’t too much more teasing as they scrubbed and buffed and wiped. He wasn’t sure his cheeks could take getting any hotter - but then, where safer to combust but in the middle of a firehouse?

Captain Stark helped him down from the roof again with the same hold around his hips, thumbs rubbing brief circles along the ridges of the bones before the man stepped aside with a quirked smile.

“Hungry, kid?”

“If I don’t get fed soon I might start chewing off my own foot,” he harrumphed with a grin, ducking his head when Clint barked a laugh and ruffled his hair.

“Kid after my own stomach,” the man drawled, taking the steps three at a time in a way that Peter and his short legs watched enviously.

Lunch was buffet bits like potato chips and little sponge-cake fingers and fruit, which Peter didn’t mind at all. He threw grapes into Clint’s mouth and arm-wrestled Steve and deliberately paid no attention at all to where Captain Stark’s leg pressed against his own under the table.

In the grand five hour total that he was there they got called out twice more, once for a tree rescue (a man who’d tried to save money by cutting his own yard tree, not a cat, much to Peter’s disappointment) and a small kitchen fire that left them bitching for a full hour afterwards about how people needed to stop trying to be Gordon Ramsey when they could barely cook packet ramen.

And then, just when the others were beginning to get shift about nearing their time to come off rotation, Peter’s phone rang.

It was his landlord, sounding gruff and disinterested as he informed Peter the apartment had been deemed safe to re-enter, although all aparts were going to be required to keep their gas appliances off for the night and their windows open.

The others had stopped milling around in the locker room and listened in with thinly concealed interest, offering nods and smiles when it was revealed Peter was safe to hit home.

“Just on time, huh?” Steve beamed at him, ruffling his hair.

“Aw, man. Do we have to give him back?” Clint whined in protest, swooping down to wrap himself around Peter like a clingy mink shrug. Peter giggled, tucking himself into the hold and putting on a pretend pout.

Truthfully; he didn’t want to leave. At first he’d been apprehensive about being stuck in a building with a bunch of strange men, but over the course of the day he’d come to cherish their family dynamic and the easy, comfortable companionship.

“You knew he was on loan, you layabouts,” Tony chastised them fondly, rolling his eyes. When his crew had been bullied into resuming their prep to leave, Captain Stark sank onto the bench next to Peter.

“You want a ride back, kid? I live past that area anyway and it’s my fault you’re so far out from home,” he noted with a warm smile, tugging on a boot and stooping to lace it.

Peter bit at his lower lip. Technically; he should say no. He didn’t actually know this man, and being a firefighter meant nothing for how trustworthy he was.

But…

“You don’t mind?” he asked lightly.

“It would be Captain’s honor,” Thor assured him with a wink. And that was that, the others finished dressed and they moved out to the parking lot as a herd, Peter trailing awkwardly along behind Tony towards a sleek, red and gold Audi.

He was hugged and ruffled and treated to a sizable farewell from the others, each of them pointedly telling him not to be a stranger as they piled into their vehicles and drove off in a cloud of muted music and squealing tyres.

When he turned around Tony had slipped over to the car and stood with the passenger door open, stooped into a half bow.

The interior was crisp and clean and smelt like fresh linen when he sank into the seat, tucking his legs in carefully. Tony slid into the driver’s side like he lived to be behind the wheel of a flashy car, slipping on a dark pair of shades and letting his window slide down.

Tony switched radio on to a smooth rock station and Peter let himself relax in the seat, phone still clutched carefully in hand just in case, but thoroughly enjoying the rumble of the car and the way Tony looked behind the wheel.

They didn’t speak much on the way but Peter snuck several glances at the other man, shivering through a bolt of unsteady heat each time Tony caught the motion and tipped his head, smirking at him from behind those shaded lenses.

The apartment building loomed up on them far too soon, signalling the end of a day Peter was confident he’d keep in his memories right up until his last breath.

(And if it tempted him to maybe one day set fire to his kitchen a little bit, well.)

Tony pulled the car to a stop in the parking lot, leaning casually back in his seat.

“Maybe you should, um, check my apartment?”

It took Peter a moment to realise he was the one who’d spoken, mortified as Tony pushed down his shades to peer at him over the rims with an arched brow.

“To, uh, um…” Peter squirmed on his seat, doing his best not to think about how it was the other man’s clothes he was wearing. “Make sure it’s safe. I mean, I’ve built up a little trust. With you. Who knows if the other guys missed something?”

And what he wouldn’t give for a sinkhole to just swallow him up right then.

But to his surprise Captain Stark just peered at him for another moment, then smiled. “Sure thing, kid. The other’s’d never forgive me anyway if I let you die off in the night.”

With cheeks hot enough to sear a steak, Peter slipped out of the car and practically ran for the building, hyper aware of Tony’s presence beside him as they ascended the steps. God, he was so fucking stupid. Tony was probably going to poke around the apartment a little, open the window then skip on back home and tell his wife all about the strange kid he’d had to babysit all day.

His hands were shaking as he unlocked his door but if the man noticed he said nothing, stepping in behind him and pushing the door gently shut. Peter toed off his boots by the door and turned, watching the man roam the apartment, sniffing here and there and opening the window in the kitchenette.

“Hey, come here,” Tony’s voice called when he was plugging his phone in. Jamming the cord into the device, he bounced out of the room and slid to a halt next to Tony, who held a hand out to steady him. “Do you feel that?”

“What?” Peter asked in confusion, head tilting.

“Sexual tension,” Tony grinned at him, winking terribly.

“Wha-- Oh,” Peter rocked back on his heels, cheeks blazing.

“You’re not subtle, kid. I got ribbed the whole day out over it,” Tony teased him, reaching out to ever so gently tuck one of Peter’s mahogany curls behind his ear.

“Sorry?” Peter tried, fingers curling around the cuffs of his - Tony’s - hoodie.

“I know a way you can make it up to me,” the only man purred, leaning in a little closer. And then all at once he softened, head tilting a little. “Only, of course, if you want to.”

“Aren’t you… Married?” Peter asked hesitantly, even as his heart kicked up a notch and heat gave a lazy spark between his lips. Tony’s brows shot towards his hairline.

“Not since I last checked, no,” Tony answered, sounding terribly amused. “Where did you get that thought?”

And oh, no. The last thing Peter was going to do was tell Tony he thought the man was so attractive it was feasibly impossible for him to not be taken. His ego would get so big he’d float off to space and then where would Peter be?

Instead of answering he shifted, bracing his hands on Tony’s chest and rising onto his tiptoes so he could press a chaste kiss to Tony’s mouth, the man’s stubble tickling the corner of his mouth before he pulled away, shrinking in on himself and rubbing at his lower lip.

Tony blinked down at him for a moment. Then he shifted, leaning down to wrap his hands around Peter’s thigh and hip, lifting him up with a flex of work-honed muscles. Peter clutched at his shoulders, legs automatically wrapping around Tony’s waist.

It was a new kind of novelty; to feel thick, corded muscle beneath his palms, to feel the cut of it between his thighs, to feel the scrape of stubble over his jaw and his mouth. All of Peter’s other partners had been close to his own age and relatively close in terms of build and body.

A few strides had Peter’s back pressed against the wall where he let his head fall back with a thump, mouth falling open on a whine.

“Look at you having your five minutes of bravery,” Tony teased him, shifting one leg so his thigh helped to hold Peter’s weight, fingers flexing against his skin. “What happened to the quiet little kid who burnt up anytime he looked my way?”

Peter had nothing to say, shivering through a hiccupped sound when something thick and hard rode the crease of his thigh and hip, hot between the layers of fabric that separated them. Instead of answering he pawed at the man’s shirt, desperately wanting to see the carved flesh beneath it.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want,” Tony soothed him, adjusting them both before he helped to tug on the fabric, muscles shifting and bunching as he worked it over his head and threw it off somewhere to the side.

“Oh,” Peter choked, setting his palms down on the plane of Tony’s stomach. He was beautiful; tanned skin marred with a smattering of scars that stood out pink and pale. He knew better than to focus on them but he couldn’t help running his thumb over a half-moon scar at the bottom of Tony’s pectoral.

“Emergency field incision,” Tony murmured, nipple peaking at the close touch. “Had to mesh-wall my heart.”

Peter had no words for that, either. In all the fun of the firehouse he’d almost forgotten the reality of such a dangerous job. He ran his thumb gently over it again, as if to kiss it, and tightened his legs to bring Tony into him again.

It made them press together in a delicious, warm friction, Tony’s pupils dilating further when Peter tried to stifle the noise the touch prompted. He was squeezed back into the wall as Tony leaned down, catching his mouth in a slick, gentle kiss.

“Hey, kid,” Tony murmured against his mouth, leaning back just enough to speak, teeth scraping over his swollen lower lip.

“Hm?” Peter whimpered, trying to tilt his head to reach him again.

“You wanna see why they call me Captain Firehose?”

Peter’s lashes fluttered as he looked up, mouth dropping open for a moment of pure, unadulterated suspense.

“That was awful,” he groaned with a giggle, tickled by the cheesy line and rendered pink-cheeked by the soft, fond look at Tony fixed him with.

“Made you smile, though,” Tony purred, adjusting his hold as he ducked down to press a kiss to Peter’s cheek, lips trailing over the warm skin before he pulled back and away, muscles flexing as he held Peter up without the support of the wall.

Blushing harder, Peter wound his arms around the man’s neck. “Okay, Captain. Show me how to handle your hose,” he whispered, yelping and laughing when Tony spun them around towards the bedroom with a grin.

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years ago

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Hey, i just thought about something and i wonder if i am right with that assumption. I am torn between if i am a Ne or a Se user because i kinda relate to both, especially after reading the book "Nurture by Nature" and i feel like i am too much of a Ne user to be a Se user but also that i am too much of a Se user to be a Ne user (even though this is mainly based on my behaviour, like physical recklessness, risk taking etc....

ENPs can be just as impulsive, reckless, and oblivious to the fact that they might die as ESPs. The point of being EP is being impulsive. ;)

Se: I interact with concrete reality as it is and don't fantasize about it.

Ne: Concrete reality is boring, I much prefer my theories to it.

ESPs can tolerate small doses of abstract conversations (how is a soul formed? what makes up a soul? is a soul a social construct? if so, how might that reflect what society values? can we tell what society values by what it focuses on? what does that say about them?) but typically want to go back to DOING things. Like an ESTP I chatted earlier this week with said, she doesn't do a lot of writing, because living too much in a "fantasy world" makes her itch to get back into the REAL one. I, by contrast, avoid the real world whenever possible because the one in my head is far more interesting to me. :P

Like Hemingway said once (ESTP) - don't write about something unless you've done it, and there's no point in reading anything into anything I write, because it all means what I said it means. There is no deep hidden symbolism here. It's a man and a fish. Period.

(ENP reaction: but it MUST symbolize something??? I need it to be about more than just a fish and a man! There needs to be MOAR!)

I also made up a little scenario and maybe it does not has anything to do with functions but i think it does and i would like to hear your opinion on it:

Imagine being in a classroom, writing an important exam. During exams it usually very quiet or at least thats how its supposed to be. But sometimes it would get noisy, not inside the classroom but outside because a lesson was over or something and suddenly it would be quiet noisy on the hallway because students would switch classrooms and talk and yell or whatever or maybe outside there are construction worker renovating the school and using the jackhammer or drill just when you are writing an exam. All that noise actually never bothered me because i could still very easily concentrate on my work but it always seemed to bother a lot of my classmates who were easily annoyed and distracted and would very soon ask the teacher if they could tell the students on the hallway or the construction workers outside to be quiet because they couldn´t concentrate on their work.

Personally i never really understood how a little noise could be so distracting (i mean i could on a rational level because it seemed very logical to me that noise causes distraction but on a personal level i never really relate to it). I was always a lot more distracted by the exam itself if there was a text for example and something in that text would trigger a certain thought that i would like to follow but if a was not careful i could end up thinking about something completely unrelated to the exam for like an hour without actually working on my exam.

And i just thought that focusing on what distracts a person might be a good way to differentiate between Se and Ne?! I mean i could be completely wrong but i actually think that this could be a good example because Se user a more focused on their five senses so they might get easier distracted if something triggers any of their senses like noise for example, while Ne user might get easier distracted by thoughts?!

Thoughts, yes. ESPs go "I could be doing this thing and I feel the need to get up and go do it," and ENPs go "I was thinking about Ancient Rome and then I thought about the movie Jaws and then that led me to my love for cats and then I wondered what alien life is like on another planet and how that would make a good movie and then..."

#question #mbti #estp #entp #enfp #esfp #submission

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arse-crack-thistle · 4 years ago

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gifts

rwrb and the five love languages | part two

in which june struggles to have a nice valentine’s date with nora

June never expected to care this much about a stupid holiday like Valentine’s Day, but here she is, practically renovating the apartment to give her girlfriend a perfect night. She strings LED lights around the entire living room ceiling and uses Command hooks to drape the sheer, white Ikea curtains she bought on sale months ago in preparation for this. The lights glow pink through the curtains, making the usually neutral-toned living room appear like Aphrodite’s palace. June’s moved the coffee table into her room and replaced it with a fluffy blanket and a picnic set-up to rival TikTok lesbians. All she needs now is Nora, if only she weren’t stuck at school.

The texts say, Will be late! Data mining for the gods! [Monet X Change gif] I want to be home with you though. Will bring noodles! And chocolate! Scratch that, I ate the chocolate. Sorry.

June knows she shouldn’t be annoyed because Nora has no idea what she’s coming home to. She also knows who she got into a relationship with—a brilliant mind that’s constantly moving parsecs a minute and has a hard time communicating her feelings. June has to remind herself that Nora loves her even if she doesn’t always show it.

That’s what tonight is for. It’ll give them time to slow down and just be together. Break the routine. Talk or not talk. She doesn’t expect it to be mushy or obnoxious—June isn’t a super, flowery romantic herself—but she does want another sentimental moment to hold onto forever.

Like the night of the 2020 election over a year ago. After Alex and Henry slipped away and everyone else was celebrating in their own groups, Nora pulled June into a storage closet at the venue and kissed her point blank, leaving no questions in her mind that their dabbles the months before meant something more than spectacular.

Or like six months ago when Nora asked her if she wanted to move in with her. She didn’t do anything particularly special, but she slammed her laptop shut while June was throwing on one of her sweatshirts and asked her to stay—to take the second bedroom because Nora needs space sometimes—but to stay with her because she was her favorite person. June answered with a happy “yes,” and Nora got up and kissed her. They didn’t talk much more about it; June just packed up her room at the White House and let the world think they were very best friends.

June pours a glass of wine and waits on the couch, flipping through social media. A few hours ago, her brother posted a picture from the Valentine’s gala he and Henry threw for the London queer youth center. Alex, Henry, Bea, Catherine, and even Philip and Martha hold champagne flutes with cheeky smiles on their faces. The POTUS account has a sweet yet posed picture of her mother and Leo. She likes everything she sees, from the various celebrities she follows to the photos she’s tagged in by fans. The time on her phone reminds her Nora’s now over an hour late.

She texts her, Home soon?

Ten minutes later her phone dings. Need more time. Almost done!

You are aware it’s Valentine’s, yes? And that we had plans?

Yes!!!! But flexible plans, right? Not like we can’t eat noodles and make out later. Will leave soon though. Promise.

I got food covered. Just get home please.

June sighs. She thought she made it clear this morning that they deserved a night with no distractions. God, they need to talk; she’s afraid to, but nothing will get better if she doesn’t say anything and if they don’t try.

The charcuterie board spread she copied off of Pinterest has been sitting out for a while so she moves it from the floor to the fridge. “Soon” for Nora could mean an hour. Empty coffee mugs line the sink. An open pack of weed gummies sits on the counter, hardening. Binders of paperwork and schoolwork collect on the kitchen table. There’s so much Nora in here. June redecorated the living room and kitchen when she moved in, but Nora’s managed to touch everything.

She smiles. If this were Alex, she’d be pissed at the mess, but it’s Nora. The beautiful, erratic mess that is Nora. The girl who can have four different shows on at once and can still get shit done. The girl who always burns pancakes when she tries to cook breakfast for June. The girl who never fails to kiss her first.

June won’t lose her. So she sits down on the floor, runs her fingers over the fleece, and waits. And drinks more wine.

Sometime later, when a key turns in the lock, she downs the last sip in her glass and sets it down. Some old love songs play from her phone, the ones she and Nora love to make fun of. She hears her girlfriend curse when her key gets stuck, and then she bursts through the door and catches herself before she could slip on the hardwood.

“I know you said you got food covered, but I got noodles any—Whoa! You did all of this?” Nora walks into the living room with takeout bags in her hands and stares, mesmerized, at the ceiling. Her contacts must’ve been bothering her because she has on her back-up glasses.

“Hi. Happy Valentine’s Day,” June says and reaches for Nora’s hand to pull her down.

“I’m sorry, June. I had no idea. I thought we both hated this holiday, so tonight wasn’t that big of a deal. But this—this is beautiful,” Nora says, having a hard time meeting June’s eyes.

“Thanks.” June rubs Nora’s hand with her thumb. “And this isn’t really about the holiday. I just wanted to give something nice to you—to us—just us. With no distractions.”

The strings from “At Last” by Etta James play from the phone. The curtains billow from the air blowing out the vent. As much as she hates to ruin the moment, June has to start the conversation.

But Nora takes a deep breath and talks first. “I know I’m a bit all over the place but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I just have a lot going on.”

“I know, but sometimes it feels like you don’t care about us as much as I do. It feels like an afterthought to you,” June says.

“That’s not true, June! Come on! You know me.” She grabs June’s other hand and squeezes.

She squeezes back. “You don’t act with feelings in mind, but I know you have them. And I know it’s hard for you, but I need you to share them with me more. I need a reminder that you care every once in a while.”

Nora’s quiet. She uses her arm to wipe her eyes, knocking her glasses off. “I—I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

June’s chest collapses. She wraps Nora up in her arms. “I’m sorry, Nor. I don’t mean you’re not enough for me. I love you so much. I—”

“No, I understand. I just—I need help with that. I need you to tell me when you need more—maybe not after the fact like now but—”

June laughs and pulls away. “You’re right. I have a stewing problem. I just assume you’ll eventually get it.”

“Yeah, don’t assume that.” Nora laughs too—the big kind that shows all of her teeth. “Reign me in when I’ve been off for too long. And know it’s not on purpose. I’m seriously spiraling in my own head the majority of the time.”

“Ha! And a hot head it is too.”

They both pause and look into each other’s eyes. And bust out into laughing fits. June makes a fart sound with her mouth, and Nora tackles her. They rumble around on the blanket for about forty seconds before June’s wine glass tips over and surprisingly bounces instead of shattering.

The girls take that as an opportunity to stop and pour some more glasses of wine. Nora preps the takeout while June brings the charcuterie board back to the indoor picnic. Nora changes the music to some weird techno shit, but June snatches the phone. They compromise with One Direction, which makes no sense since 1. June only knows their last album and 2. Nora definitely remembers the story of June turning down the advances of one Niall Horan when she did the daytime talk show circuit after her book deal was announced.

Either way, they stuff their faces and end up cuddled on the floor.

Nora interrupts the moment. “Before we get to sexy time—"

“Jesus Christ.”

“I just wanted to give you something. I would’ve saved it for your birthday, but I can get you something else.” She pops up from the floor and jogs to her bedroom. When she reemerges, she’s carrying a bunched-up blanket. “I didn’t have time to properly wrap it because—you know, you weren’t going to get it yet—although, it probably wouldn’t’ve been wrapped later either—but anyways, happy Valentine’s Day.”

She crouches down and hands over the present. She smiles and bops up and down in anticipation. June unwraps the blanket and sees a book.

It’s one of those photobooks you can get at Walgreens, and on the cover, it reads, “Catalina June Claremont-Diaz and Nora Elizabeth Holleran are NOT good friends…” June flips it over. “They’re fucking GIRLFRIENDS!” Inside is page after page of pictures as early as the day they first met and as recent as New Year’s Eve a month ago. A lot of candid pics they take of each other—Nora’s favorites. A lot of sleepy, cuddle pics—June’s favorites. It’s so perfect.

“Nora—this is—wow.” She feels the tears coming. No one has given her anything like this before.

“I’ll be better—”

“So will I.”

“No matter where my head’s at, I’m always thinking of you—just 50 million other things as well,” Nora says and cups her chin.

June leans in. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Nora kisses her, and everything wound up in June relaxes. Her body is so warm. “Best Song Ever” starts playing.

Cue sexy time.

check out the rest of my rwrb and the five love languages series: part one, part three, part four, and part five. (links to come as they’re released)

so this could be for quality time or gifts, but i decided to go with gifts since i had no other ideas for it! it’s definitely not my love language (quality time for the win!) but i had to write something lol. so i made it sapphic bc everything gay is better! <3

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zahra-kha · 3 years ago

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Dear Diary 43

I want to say ‘not a terrible lot’ has happened but that’s a bit far from the truth. I think I’ve just been avoiding writing too much because maybe if I do it’ll erase all the good that’s happened.

For one, the building is being renovated and things are proceeding. I’ll have to start looking at staffing soon. That might be the hardest part, I think, finding dedicated staff, or people willing to indulge me in this little project of mine.

Father has decided to invest in the business since I’ve taken on duties and responsibilities as heir, but I’ll have to return to Thavnair quarterly for a few weeks to check in with him. In the meantime, he’s sent me a plethora of books and scrolls to study up on. Accounting, bookkeeping, business, business theory, court etiquette, current events, current gossip, prospecting data, and he’s telling me to join the goldsmithing guild and learn the jewelry-making side of things as well.

He’s...not making this easy on me, ha ha.

I haven’t stopped performing, but I’m also exhausted. My daily routine has now become studying, tending to a growing Bitey, more studying, making sure everything is going well at the site, studying, practicing my routine, songwriting, studying, tending to anything else, squeezing out a little free time, studying, and then bed.

I’m not unhappy, I guess I’m just a little worried. I hope I can live up to expectations. I hope I don’t disappoint anyone.

The other thing that happened I’m honestly afraid to write down. I feel as if if I do somehow that’ll make it untrue, as if I dreamt the entire thing or I somehow had a fanciful delusion.

I wrote before that I was going to confess my feelings because my friends were saying I should move on if I didn’t think Jasper felt the same way and it seemed Pierce had a clear interest. I’m still not entirely sure about the latter part, I still think he asked me out on a random whim so it’s hard for me to take something like that seriously, but that doesn’t make him any less of a nice, sweet guy(I’ve locked my diary now, so Cahil if you get into this again and start blabbing my secrets I will burn all of your books).

Jasper dropped into the Hearth and we talked. I decided to use the opportunity to talk about the list I’d made and that opened up dialogue about a few things. I think I remember when I first wrote about Jasper my first impression of him was of someone who was self-sacrificing. I...don’t think that’s changed much, but I do worry about him for different reasons now.

If I had to liken him to any element, it’d of course be earth. Strong, sturdy, loyal, stubborn sometimes(You can say unmovable, but I prefer stubborn :p). I think in some ways too, he feels he has to carry the weight of our lives on his shoulders, and if he’s not there for us if something should happen, somehow he’s failed. That’s heavy, and I’m not sure what I can do to ease that burden, or to support him or show him that something like that is something we’re all supposed to carry together.

But I also think the problem is because we do rely on him so much that maybe he feels if he’s not there and something happens, the onus is on him. I hate that. Because what can I say to him then? I have no way of reassuring him that it isn’t the case when the situation gets like that. It’s frustrating.

I went on a bit of a tangent, but it broke my heart to hear him say such things, and I had nothing substantial to offer him in the way of comfort or reassurance.

But in the end, I did convince him of the merits of relaxing, and he said he’d use the list. I told him that he could rely on his friends, and that we all cared about him - that I cared about him - and his health was important. I argued relaxing and recharging was an important part of taking care of oneself to stay at peak performance.

I admit I can’t quite remember how I threw in my confession. I just sort of...blabbed it out because I was nervous and I just wanted to get it out of the way. Of course he made me clarify I meant like like and not just ‘hey buddy pal’ sort of like. I remember wanting to sink into the floor and disappear forever as I went into when exactly I had started liking him and that yes, it was a romantic affection.

And then he just..I don’t know...came out with saying he liked me as well? I think my brain froze. I definitely heard that much. It took me a while to process. I’m pretty sure I only zeroed in on him saying something about me dating someone I deserved and I got a little fussy.

I can’t say I fully understand what goes on in Jasper’s mind on certain things, he’s pretty elusive. I guess I can be too, its not like I’m an open book on everything. I guess I should have just told him that I didn’t want someone I ‘deserved’, my heart wanted what it wanted and clearly that was him. I’m not sure how he sees himself, but maybe I’ll start telling him how I see him. Bit by bit. He’s not any less qualified than anyone else.

I did confess I thought I’d be rejected by him because I wasn’t Doman. It was...honestly one of my biggest worries. His response to that made me happy, and I’m glad he was honest with me about it. It’s not that there won’t be an issue with me dating someone that isn’t Thavnairian, it’s just that there’s already so much controversy in my family with me being adopted and heir, and Cahil being mixed that it honestly doesn’t matter at this point who I date or decide to marry - the nobility is likely to say something.

We talked about our families a bit. We had different reasons to be concerned, honestly him more than me. Outside of Cahil (and possibly mama, I’m not sure. She’s...capricious) I don’t think anyone in the family could hate Jasper. In fact, I’m pretty sure father loves him and wants to meet him. I’m going to avoid that for now, simply because father can be imposing and intense.

I think Jasper’s got decisions he’s working on. I told him that we’re all here for him, and I know I personally want to try and be there as much as possible. Whatever problems he has to face, he doesn’t have to be alone for them.

There are things we discussed that I won’t write here, because although this journal is personal, Cahil did get into it and what we talked about was private. Besides that, there are just some things you want to keep close to the heart.

But he did ask me out, so we’re officially dating? It’s...weird to write that down. That I’m Jasper’s girlfri Ok that was embarrassing just to write, let’s not. I need some time to get used to this. It still doesn’t feel real.

(I still think it was cute he was jealous that Pierce had asked me out. Goodness, he has no idea)

Right. So starlight shopping! We all got together to go out and get presents. I actually really do enjoy going out with everyone, it’s fun and relaxing. A lot of the usual shops at the plaza weren’t open this time, but we were able to get some shopping done.

I learned Erith’tan is working at a place to make dolls for children and he asked me of I’d like to help. I’ve some experience making clothes and costumes, so I agreed. I don’t think making dolls should be too difficult of a concept, just different steps maybe? And adding stuffing.

The first shop we went to had a lot of neat trinkets. There was a gem display case that caught my eye, along with Tamala’s. She asked about the different gems so Jasper and I explained what we knew to her and then Tyme. Tamala was interested in the quartz because of the price, but I tried to mention some other semi-precious stones to her just in case. Since she liked those though, I’ll make something nice for her for starlight.

The next stop was a really creepy toy shop. The noises, general atmosphere, and the dolls in the back made me uncomfortable, so I tried to stay by the door at first, but then Tamala came over and spooked me with a doll while I wasn’t paying attention. She did too good of a job though and really freaked me out. I think Jasper picked up on it and ushered me over to some dolls that were really cute, so I sidled over to him and it thankfully did distract me enough to not be so creeped out (Thank you Jasper ♥)

There was a super cute plushie, the garlic Jester. He looked so silly that I had to get him, so I did. I know we were starlight shopping for gifts for other people but, well. Oh well.

We ventured to a book store after that. Erith’tan was really into the stationary there, while I went looking at books for...I wasn’t sure. I was just looking. Quin found one of the Professor’s books and decided he was going to get that for the man’s starlight book. I was stunned at first, but Quin assured me that’d be the best gift for someone like him.

After some thought, I agreed and asked him if the book had a volume II. Quin instead pointed me towards the Primal Tour books. I bought The Navel one. Then we found out he’d wrote Jasper into the Ramuh/Odin one...which I’m not sure if Jasper was happy about it or not? He was written in as Doman X, but not quite exactly as himself. I’m guessing the Professor did that to preserve his identity. The Professor is a lot of things, but I do think ultimately, he is a good person at heart. Just....really eccentric. Wow.

After that we got smoothies! They were tasty. We sat and just talked about various things after that, random chatter. I think there was talk about Garlemald hiding giants on a floating island or something. I honestly wasn’t being serious so I can’t remember much about the conversation anymore. It was funny though. I love little moments like that, where we can all just enjoy each other’s company and have fun.

Mariyaam wanted to go out shopping a few suns later, so I took her to the plaza. She wanted to get some gifts for Cahil and Jasper? I was surprised by the latter, but she insisted. She got Cahil some new boots and Jasper a Hannish sweater. We caught up a bit since both of us has been busy of late. She also encouraged me to get some extra gifts for Jasper, so I bought him some pants and a scarf since I overheard Quin mention he needed some extra clothes.

Mariyaam wants to meet everyone, and I think it’d be nice. She’s my guardian, but we grew up together, basically. She’s like a sister to me. I want my family to meet my friends and for everyone to get along. I’d love it if it’d be the same for Cahil, but I know he’s determined to hate Jasper, and that makes me sad. I wish he’d at least try.

I offered to have dinner at my place, so hopefully we can get together sometime before Mari has to go back to Thavnair.

There’s more, but I think this entry is long enough. Next time, I’ll mention the talk I had with Hyjr. Maybe by then the building will be finished!

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jaehyunspeachparty · 5 years ago

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About Chichi’s Mum

part of: iii.xxvi. (daddy jaehyun)

"And you will spend the day with Y/N, Jaehyun, Sunoh and Miga. Okay?" Yuta crouched in front of his daughter and put her jacket on. She looked at him with her dark eyes and nodded understandably. "And you have to be good. Y/N has two babies in her belly and is therefore very tired." He tried to explain everything to her, but in reality, it hurts him more than leaving Chichi behind for the day. She liked to be with the Jung's family and had also someone of the same age to play with. "Okay, daddy." She nods and her big eyes find his. Every time he looked into Chichi's eyes, he could see his ex-girlfriend. Because it was something that caught his eye right away.

It all started with a photoshoot for a famous fashion magazine. At first, it was just her cute smile, her elegance and when he spoke to her he was thrilled with her eloquence. He couldn't believe this woman was real. She embodied everything he was looking for because she was like a fairy tale. When he gathered all his courage and asked if they wanted to go on a date, he couldn't believe at first that she agreed. Shiori was her name and he couldn't think of anything else but her. When they first met, it was perfect. He looked into her big eyes and almost got lost in it. He never found a person so exciting, so beautiful. He was under her spell and she seemed to like him as well. It was like he was dreaming all the time. And it got better with the first time he slept with her. It was just perfect. Their bodies fit together perfectly and Yuta couldn't believe how lucky he was. When he was in bed with her, exhausted from all the activities, the good sex, he loved nothing more than to be with her and talk to her about everything. "My flight leaves at 9:00 am. I have a photo shooting in Tokyo this time." Shiori was a successful model in Japan and her orders often went to Korea, so she was constantly in Seoul too, sometimes also for a few weeks. "I'll make us a good breakfast." Yuta smiled and kissed her cheek gently. "You don't have to do that. Rest, you have so much work to do." She stroked his chest and was very fascinated by it. "I want it. Besides, I have to get up anyway. I promised Jaehyun to help him with the nursery renovation. His wife is very pregnant and the birth is about to start soon." Yuta had promised to help set everything up and it would distract him anyway, otherwise, he would miss Shiori all the time. "Is he the first to become a father?" She smiled and looked up at him now. "Yes. He's having a girl. That suits Jaehyun pretty well." He laughed and pulled his girlfriend closer to him. "A girl ... that sounds nice ..." She slowly closed her eyes and both simply enjoyed being together.

"Great. Thank you for taking Chichi. I'll be back tonight." Yuta took off his daughter's jacket and looked sadly at her. It was difficult for him to leave his daughter behind for the day. They had now become a team. Only the two against the world. "No problem. We love to have Chichi with us." You smile and lean over to her. "Mummy." With her big eyes, she looked at you. She's been saying that to you a lot lately, and you and Yuta are always trying to explain to her that you're not her mother. But you were the only woman she had a good relationship with. And since Miga and Sunoh, with whom she spent a lot of time, also call you Mummy, reflects this Chichi. "Oh honey, I'm not your mummy. Come on, let's see what Miga and Sunoh are doing." You take the little girl by the hand and you go to your children. Yuta looked after her sadly and handed Jaehyun his bag with Chichi’s stuff. "Do you know what Shiori wants from you?" Jaehyun looked at his friend with concern. She had called Yuta two days ago and was eager to talk to him. He should meet her in Tokyo, but he should come without Chichi. After a long discussion, Yuta agreed to meet her because, in the end, he had so many questions. Yuta found it difficult to get back in the taxi and leave his daughter behind. It was funny because Yuta hadn't imagined himself as a father in such a near future and now his little girl would be 2 years old in a few weeks. He hates leaving Chichi alone and even though he was thinking of sending her to kindergarten now because he has to work slowly again, he was already getting a stomach ache. He knew that she and Jaehyun were in good hands. You were the only ones he trusted with his daughter. Ironically white, he first thought with Shiori that she would be the woman he wanted to be with Jaehyun and you.

"I'm a little bit nervous. I don't know any of your friends." Shiori took a deep breath and clutched the present. "Everything will be fine. Jaehyun and Y/N will definitely like you." Yuta grinned and kissed his girlfriend before knocking on the door. Jaehyun opened the door and greeted the two. He looked tired, but you could still see that he was happy. It was an interesting combination. "Hey, daddy." Yuta joked and hugged his friend. "This is Shiori," he then introduced his girlfriend and smiled. "Glad to meet you. Y/N is coming soon, she is still breastfeeding Miga." Jaehyun greeted Shiori and they went into the kitchen together. Jaehyun made coffee and they sat in the living room. "And how ist he new life with a baby? Can you still sleep?" Yuta grinned and sipped his coffee. "Sleep doesn't really exist right now. She wakes up all the time and we're trying to find a rhythm, but it's just perfect." Jaehyun smiled and looked up as he saw you come into the living room with his daughter. "Ahh, there she is." Yuta smiled, looked at you and put her arm around his girlfriend. "Hi, sorry that I couldn't come right away, Miga was still hungry." You smile and introduce yourself to Shiori. "Do you want to hold her?" You ask and Yuta stretched out his arms. Shiori leaned on his shoulder and stroked the girl's little hands. "How old is she now?" Shiori looked up at you and smiled. "10 days." Jaehyun smiled and pulled you onto his lap. He put his hand on your thigh and slowly stroked it. Meanwhile, Shiori also took Miga in her arms and cradled the little girl. When Yuta saw her sitting and cradling the baby, he decided that she would be - the one. Maybe he was blind with love, but at that moment he decided that with Shiori he wanted all of that too.

It was strange for Yuta to go to Tokyo just to have a coffee with his ex-girlfriend. But everything was no longer normal, because why didn't she want to see her daughter? The city gave him a feeling of fear this time. Everything seemed to overwhelm him and he hoped that soon he would only find answers once. Everything was crazy with Shiori, everything was always full of questions. Even when she left him at that time, he didn't know if she broke up or just wanted some distance and free space.

It was what felt like the 100th call Yuta made. Shiori hadn't answered for weeks. On her social media accounts, he could see that she was fine. But why didn't she get in touch with him anymore? Why did she ignore him. They were together for so long and then that? "Still nothing?" Taeil asked and Yuta nodded. "I just don't understand it. Why suddenly? It was all good and then suddenly she doesn't answer." Yuta was angry, more angry than she had in a long time. His heart was broken and this experience is so strange to him. He doesn't remember when he last had such a heartache.

When Yuta was sitting in the cafe, he swiped over the pictures of Chichi and he had to smile. She was so cute, so pretty, and so intelligent. But she was incredibly shy. But he thinks that's the reason of the circumstances because she spent most of her time with him and then every now and then with the Jung family. Shiori was late. At first, it was only 5 minutes, then 10, then 20. He didn't trust her and he was already so angry that he preferred to just go. He felt humiliated that he only traveled to Tokyo for her, that he left Chichi alone. But he didn't do it for himself, he did it for his daughter. After 35 minutes she was there. She only wore black and a mask, but still, she was elegant. It was difficult to recognize for strangers, but he knew immediately that it was her. Especially when he looked into her eyes because they were the same as Chichi. "I'm sorry for being late. I was delayed." She sat down at the table with him and took off her mask. "How are you?" She looked at Yuta and tried to smile. "Don't you want to know how your ... our daughter is doing?" Yuta was mad. Really mad. He didn't feel like small talk. Shiori sighed and just didn't say anything. "Why can't you be a mother to her?" Yuta looked at her and could only feel disgusted. "I can't be a mother to her." She shook her head and grabbed her forehead. "She calls Y/N Mummy because she is the only woman in her life at the moment. But Y/N cannot be a mother substitute for her because she has children herself." All his anger came out and he was so hurt that all he could do was hate. But Shiori just sat staring into the void. "Don't you even want to meet your daughter?" He sighed, as much as he hated her now, he didn't want his daughter not to know her mother. "I don't think that would be a good thing." She shook her head and tears ran down her face. "Don't you want to see how pretty she got? Chichi is so brave but so shy at the same time. She is totally fascinated by horses and she likes the color pink. She sings, dances and laughs a lot. And when she ..." "STOP IT!" Shiori screamed and people looked at you briefly. She fell silent and waited for her eyes to turn away from her. "I don't want to know anything about her. I don't want her to see me later." Suddenly she took her bag and pulled out a few documents. "Why? Why don't you want to meet such a wonderful and perfect person like Chichi?" He still didn't understand. Why didn't a mother want her child. "Because I know I'm going to love her and I just can't." She sighed and wiped away her last tears. "Why? Shiori tell me what's going on. Why don't you want to love Chichi?" He never thought that this conversation would go in this direction. "Because I got engaged. To someone big, rich and powerful. If he knew that I had a child, I'm no longer worth anything to him. We'll get married in two weeks and until then I want to clear everything up. No one from his people was able to find out that I gave birth to Chichi because I gave birth to her at home and therefore she doesn’t appear in hospital files. Yuta, I'm going to start a new life and I don't want you or Chichi in it anymore. That's why I wanted to speak to you." She sighed and tried to collect herself. She pushed a folder of documents over to him and took a deep breath. "Everything is in here. Chichi was never registered in Japan, you have to apply for a birth certificate afterward. But since you have already been to Japan with her, I assume that she already has a passport and that you have taken care of everything. I've set up a trust fund for Chichi. I regularly send money to my mother and she pays it into the fund, which is in the name of Chichi, when she is the age of 18 she gets the money. It’s more than enough money. If she is old enough she should never look for me and if you have a new wife it is okay that she accepts her as a mother. You can read everything in the documents, they are all real, you can check it." She put her hands away from the folder and took her wallet out of her pocket. "I just found out that I am pregnant again from my fiancé. When we are married, our relationship will be published in the press and we will announce my pregnancy. That is why confidentiality is particularly important to me. You must therefore sign this declaration of confidentiality." When Yuta opened the folder, the document was right at the beginning. He read it through and continued to wrestle for words. "What if I don't sign it?" He looked up at her and couldn't believe it, because it also said that he shouldn't tell Chichi about her. "Do you want to mess with one of the most powerful families in all of Japan, maybe Asia?" She looked at him seriously and Yuta knew that this shit was serious, and he had to sign it, if only to protect his daughter. So he took the document and signed it. Shiori took the document and put it in her pocket. "Thank you. It's for your and Chichi's safety." She smiled wrongly and put money on the table. Then she got up and packed her things. "I hope that's what you want." Yuta looked after her ironically and she stopped again and looked desperately at her ex-boyfriend. "It's all I wanted. I live powerful and rich now." Only then could Yuta laugh with contempt and Shiori looked at him one last time and then understood. Forever.

It was summer and everything seemed to be perfect. The light shone brightly in the room and made everything white. He lay on his back and took a deep breath, she was lying on his chest and had her eyes closed because the light dazzled her. It was warm, but still, they didn't want to separate their bodies. Yuta loved her so much, holding her in her arms was the best in a long time. He hadn't known when he had loved someone like this for a long time. Holding her in his arms was the highlight of his day. "Are you happy?" She asked him and turned her head to him. Yuta stroked her hair and smiled. "Yes. I'm the richest man with you." He kissed her gently and long and enjoyed the moment. "And you?" He stroked her chin with his thumb and he smiled. "With you always." She smiled and closed her eyes again. It was the last time it was between them until she left him.

When Yuta was finally back in Seoul, he went straight to the Jung's to pick up his daughter. It was already in the evening and Chichi would probably be asleep by now. But he still couldn't wait to hold her in his arms. Jaehyun didn't ask him many questions and he was happy because it just made him sad. He was not sad about himself, but about Chichi. She will never have a mother. He still couldn't understand why Shiori was like that, why she was suddenly so heartless. When he came into the living room, he saw Chichi slept in your arms. His little head rested on your pregnant stomach and she slept so peacefully. On the one hand, Yuta was sad because Chichi will never have a mother like you, but on the other hand, he was glad that you were there for her. "Hello, my sweetheart." He picked up Chichi to put her on his chest. The little girl opened her eyes briefly, saw her father, put her arms around him, and fell asleep again on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" You ask Yuta and you could see that he was pretty exhausted. "Shiori will never be able to be a mother. It is even official." He sighed and stroked his daughter's back. Jaehyun and you look at him but don't say anything. "I thought to myself ..." Yuta suddenly turned to you and looked at you seriously. "I know your household will soon grow by two more. But I wanted to ask if you might become Chichi's godmother. I think maybe it is good that she has a female person to confide her to. And Sunoh and she are almost the same age and I think they will go to school together and ... " Yuta took a deep breath, but you are already smiling. "It's not a problem. I like to take care of Chichi." You were even honored that Yuta asked you. And he was relieved that his little girl doesn't have to be alone.

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The Girl in the Forest

Chapter 27: If I Betray You

// Story Masterlist //

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x OFC

Pronunciation of OC’s name: Ma-leh-nee

Requested tag: @queenmj10 @ocfairygodmother @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @perfectlystiles

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Chapter Summary: The time has come for Maleny to return to her original body once and for all. Dahlia, however, may have other plans to get what she wants and Klaus, without a second support, will be perfect to reach.

Because Maleny has been switched bodies once again, her temporary face claim is Adriana Louvier.

Maleny silently observed the spell that was supposed to return her to her original body. Her hand instinctively ran fingers over the burn mark on her clavicle. Behind her was Klaus who awaited with an anticipation he couldn't hide very well. He had told her what he managed to do as soon as she had woken up the next morning so they could immediately start preparing the spell for her.

Maleny lowered the paper and turned to him, "You got it…" she breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to hug him, just so excited, "Thank you!"

Klaus relished hearing her soft laugh of joy. He had finally done her one good deed since she arrived back from France. "I thought you would take joy in this," he kissed her head.

Maleny pulled away to look at him, her smile still wide across her lips, her hands finding their way to his face, "Oh I can't wait to be back in my body again. As glamorous as being an enhanced wolf is, it's just not who I am."

"I don't know," Klaus ran a hand down her hair, as if studying her face, "I've come to like this you in a wolf. It's...attractive."

Maleny pursed her lips, feigning offense, "Well, you're not exactly an unbiased party my dear - my original wolf/vampire. You wouldn't find me attractive as a witch anymore?"

"Now I never said that," Klaus chuckled while she deepened her frown, "This is just novelty."

"Yeah? Well," Maleny took on a smirk that spelled trouble, "Just know that you will never be kissed again if I stay in this body," a look of amusement settled on Klaus' face, "And even the big bad hybrid has needs sometimes."

Klaus caught her hand trailing over his chest and used it to pull her up against him, "Do not start something you will not be able to finish later," he warned her, the darkness in his tone portraying for a very different effect than normally.

Maleny took her hand from under his and tilted her head, "Is that a challenge? Seriously?"

"Seriously," Klaus mimicked her tone and made her laugh.

"Ooh, nice one," Maleny rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from him, "but right now I'm going to go get Alton and tell him the good news. I bet he'll be really happy."

"I know I will," Klaus muttered under his breath, of course still perfectly heard by Maleny nonetheless. Seeing her look, he merely shrugged, "I don't like him."

"There's a shocker," she crossed her arms, "You don't like anyone. But the good thing here is he doesn't like you very well either," she chuckled to herself as she started making an exit, only to come bumping into Hayley on the way. Immediately they both saw the hybrid was disheveled and distraught, the fear practically oozing out from her.

"Hayley, what's wrong?" Maleny reached to touch Hayley's arm in concern.

"Dahlia's here," Hayley choked out the terrifying words, she almost in tears after what she and Jackson had went through only mere minutes ago.

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Once grouped together, all the Mikaelsons' plus Maleny and Hayley began to discuss the events that unfolded between Dahlia (who had managed to control swarms of people including Jackson for a minute) and Hayley out in the Quarter.

"Isn't that the point of a fortress?" Klaus' anger was the first to make an appearance, "It does a better job of protecting you when you stay within its walls?"

For the first time, Hayley accepted he was right but she wasn't going to tell him that anytime soon. "Let's just figure out what the hell we're gonna do."

"What I would like to do is take a strong leash…"

"Klaus!" Maleny scolded him, making hard eyes at him for his snide response, "I think we should focus on strategies," she looked around the room, "because I assume up to now there hasn't been a concrete one."

"I know a little about how her magic works," Freya got up from her spot and walked over to a round table with a silver tea kettle and five full tea cups resting over it. After hearing what her aunt had managed to do she resolved to at least make their minds stronger, "This tonic will at least prevent her from using any of us."

Rebekah reached for a cup as Freya did, and before drinking Rebekah glanced back at the others, "Well, come on! This should work like a charm!"

"You mean we are to drink one of her spells that could very well put us under like it did with Maleny?" Klaus remained across the group, firmly going against the apparent plan.

"Klaus, that was an accident," Freya pointed out, not surprised he would be the only one refusing the tea.

"And I was fully aware of possible side effects," Maleny added when she got up and walked to get herself a cup as well, "That wasn't her fault. So please, just take a drink?"

But this time not even her asking him to would get the job done. Klaus looked to the side instead, "Our minds are far too strong to be invaded by kenning spells."

Maleny rolled her eyes, seeing his plain excuses, "Well mine isn't. And since I'm still in charge of this body's safety, I'm doing it for Yamilet," Freya smiled when she downed the tea.

The only thing that kept Klaus calm despite her drinking a possible trick was that she wouldn't be spending much more time in that body. Anything happens to it she would be back in her original one. "So what we experienced was a test," he moved on, "Dahlia is watching to see how we respond to aggression. She's preparing for battle. My guess is sooner, rather than later.

"Well, if she was watching us, she would know that we have our own army," Hayley tried to be reasonable.

"She also knows where we are," Elijah reminded, "and, given the immense nature of her power, we simply have no idea what to expect from her. What we need is to create a new stronghold, something that Dahlia knows nothing about, a sanctuary from any witchcraft."

"That's a fine strategy," Freya praised, "I offer another. We could use Jackson to trace her magic back to its source, find out exactly where she is."

All eyes went to Hayley who quickly felt the pressure on her building and building until she sighed and gave in, "Fine, do it."

"I'm sure Camille can get her friend, Gia to look into the Algiers for a possible sanction," Elijah announced.

"Good! Then it's settled," Klaus, pleased, clapped his hands, "Off you pop to your respective tasks!"

"And where the hell are you going to go if I may ask?" Maleny suspected he had already come up with his own version of a plan that involved none of them. Those were the plans that worried her.

Klaus glanced back, only stopping to briefly explain, "I've always been of the opinion that the best defense is a good offense. So I'm gonna find a way to murder that God-forsaken witch."

Maleny nervously watched him leave the room before glancing back at the others, "See that?" she pointed after him, "That can't end well. Somebody needs to go with him."

She only made it one step towards the doors before Elijah grabbed her arm and stopped her, "Mal, you have to prepare for your spell."

"But I can't let him go like that," Maleny sighed as Elijah released his hold on her.

"It won't matter if you go or not," Rebekah spoke up, "Whatever he plans to do, he's going to do it anyways. It's best if you stay here and get ready to go back to your own body."

Glumly, Maleny resigned to stay back and attend to her own problems. She still had to call Alton and Amarrah to get them to come over and explain to them what would be happening.

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Later on in the day, after Cami and Gia had done some research, Elijah and Cami met with Josephine at the St. James infirmary of the Algiers. Josephine was in a surprise to see the place being renovated, as it had been left abandoned for years.

"Oh, this was quite the place back in my day, St. James infirmary…" she remarked to the two vampires, "Vulgar, filthy, loud, some of the best nights of my life, but I assume you didn't go through all this trouble on my account."

"Well, my friend and I did some research and we discovered this place served as neutral grounds for both our communities," Cami explained, "A place where all were welcome and safe."

"And, in keeping with that tradition, we'd like to invite you to cast a spell," Elijah suavely got to the point of the visit, "One that would prevent the use of magic within these walls."

Josephine looked horrified at what they were asking of her, "You'd ask me to create a place where my kind would be utterly helpless?"

"My dear Josephine, powerful as you are, surely you must have sensed this grave new threat?"

"And I am not without empathy, but I have a responsibility to the witches. This is not our fight."

Cami arched an eyebrow, not too pleased the woman was willing to leave a baby on her own. "You do realize that's basically declaring yourself an enemy, right?" she innocently asked, "You're willing to stand aside and allow a poor little baby to be killed?" she knew Dahlia's purpose wasn't exactly to kill Hope but Josephine didn't need to know that.

Elijah smirked when Josephine came up with a compromise. Cami sure had ways with words, he thought.

"Perhaps a traditional blessing to dispel unwanted spirits?" Josephine asked them, "A barrier against those who mean to do us harm? Yes, a blessing combined with a disruption spell should do the trick."

"Thank you," Cami nodded with a beaming smile, afterwards taking Elijah by the arm and leading him out.

"Excellent way with words, Camille," Elijah remarked, still mildly impressed she'd acquired results in such a short time.

"Yeah, I'm thinking of leaving the psychology thing for public speeches. I have a way with words that even allowed me to get to Klaus, remember?"

"Well, what ever you decide I will be there to witness it," Elijah promised her, making her chuckle. She had only meant it as a joke but of course he was always 'supporting her' and whatnot.

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When Amarrah and Alton arrived at the compound, they found Maleny in the room where hers and Rebekah's bodies were being kept. Maleny had the coffin's top raised to view her original body inside.

"I never thought how awkward it could be to stare at yourself," Maleny remarked casually, her arms crossed, "I mean, not a lot of people can say they have viewed themselves from another person's point of view."

"Is this supposed to be like some weird goodbye thing?" Amarrah came to stand beside her while Alton took the other side, "Because if it is, stop it. It's creepy."

Maleny playfully rolled her eyes, "What part of this was ever not creepy? I stole some guy's girlfriend's body," she glanced at Alton, "Sorry…"

"Not your fault," Alton shook his head.

"And then I committed mass murder with the body," Maleny sighed and glanced at Alton again, "Also sorry."

"Still not quite your fault," he assured, "Before this happened Yamilet had done worse things under Esther's and Finn's orders."

"Still, this entire situation has been beyond creepy and uncomfortable," Maleny shivered and closed the coffin once again.

"Well, I think it's about time we get the spell and get to work," Amarrah announced with a delightful smile, "I saw Freya in the living room so we can ask her for it."

Maleny nodded and led the way out of the room. The trio were a little confused to find only Hayley, Jackson and Rebekah inside with all the needed witches' spell ingredients except the very witch herself.

"Where's Freya?" Maleny scanned the room for the missing blonde.

Hayley and Rebekah exchanged uncomfortable glances, apparently having a secret needed to be told.

"We told her to leave," Hayley answered first, and just as Maleny's face went awry Rebekah added in.

"Mal, Dahlia is channeling her to create these powerful spells. We had to make her leave for now."

"Well, that was clearly something from Dahlia to get you going against Freya," Maleny stuttered, unable to believe Freya would willingly work with Dahlia.

"We couldn't risk it," Hayley shook her head, glancing over at Jackson who agreed with a nod, "I know what she did for your son, but I cannot risk my husband."

"You basically condemned your daughter to the same fate my son had," Maleny sourly said before turning away.

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Distraught, Freya walked down a street in the corner, still shaken from what had occurred at the compound. Suddenly, all the people in the street started turning towards her, intently staring at her. Slowly, Freya came to a stop in the middle of the road, realizing it was another spell from Dahlia.

"No!" she cried and began to run but it was no use when she bumped into Dahlia herself.

The tall, dark-haired woman stood calmly in front of her, "There you are - after all these centuries I've finally managed to find one of you. Hello, my Freya." When she raised her hand Freya could feel her insides churning with terrible fear at what Dahlia was planning. But when she only made the humans return to normal, Freya gave her a look. Dahlia returned it with a small smile, "Hmm, how convenient that I find you here, mere footsteps from that which I shall take because of you and Nicolas."

Although terrified, Freya still argued back, "We did nothing to you but be your slaves. You have no right coming to take a child that is not yours to take."

Dahlia looked less than interested in what Freya had to say, "Are you here on their behalf?" she questioned instead, "Did you make a promise to your wretched siblings... 'Together we'll fight the wicked witch, side-by-side?' Tell me, darling, how did they respond to your overtures? Did they welcome you with open arms and weep tears of joy at your miraculous return? Hmm?"

Freya knew the woman was seeing right through her at the moment with all her pain exposed. "What are you going to do to me?"

"You always were a selfish, ungrateful child," Dahlia remarked, "And you turned Nicolas into one as well. For centuries, I fed both of you, clothed you, and cared for you, granted you powers beyond anything you could have ever dreamed, and still, you yearn for more, always wishing for another life, never satisfied," angry, she thrust her hand toward Freya, producing a severe pain infliction upon her. As the blonde witch fell to her knees, Dahlia remained watching her, "Soon enough, you will beg for me to bring you back into my home," with another spell, she raised Freya up with a tight neck choke, "After all, once I am done with these poor souls, I will be the only family you have left - apart from Nicolas of course."

Freya was released from the spell and fell to the ground again. She coughed violently as the air flooded her lungs.

"You should know better than to defy me, a lesson your father and brother will learn shortly," Dahlia then walked past Freya like nothing had happened. Freya processed her last words and realized Klaus has probably committed some type of plan that would only lead to destruction. She had to stop it, or at least help him so that it would work.

~ 0 ~

When Elijah and Cami returned to the compound, both were very unhappy to hear that Freya had been "asked to leave". Without her, their chances up against Dahlia minimize to a dangerous low. Fearing the worst, they had all of wolves guarding every inch of the compound. In the middle of the courtyard were Maleny and Amarrah discussing the matters of the location of Maleny's spell-breaking would occur. After reading the spell thoroughly, Amarrah discovered the spell had to be broken in the center of a spirit guided place: the cemetery.

"Are you sure it's safe to go out there?" Rebekah was asking Maleny while Alton retrieved the coffin carrying Maleny's original body. Amarrah was already at the cemetery with Davina, who'd graciously volunteered for help.

"In the Quarter, in these times, no where is safe," Maleny answered with a light-hearted smile meant for comfort. She didn't want anyone worrying over her at a time like this.

"But," a different voice added into the conversation, "there is protection we'd like for you to carry." Maleny and Rebekah turned around as Elijah walked in, seconds later Cami coming in with two werewolf guards of the compound.

"Elijah," Maleny sighed, unsurprised Elijah was pulling this over her. It was very like him.

"I don't want to hear any refusals," Elijah warned her, giving her a playful stern look.

"And I'm also coming with," Cami declared and walked across the room to stand beside Maleny.

"I would come with but I figure I'm useless at that," Rebekah looked to the side, "I don't want to ruin something very important."

"You wouldn't," Maleny put a hand over her arm.

Rebekah looked at her, feeling the woman's honesty in her words. Still, she would refuse, "I can't. I think I'm better here."

"Well, alright then," Maleny breathed in and glanced at Elijah, "We should get going. Please, oh please, keep an eye out on your brother."

"When don't I?" Elijah sarcastically replied then gave her a comforting nod, "But rest assure everything will be fine."

"Thank you, Elijah," Maleny beamed as she looked at Cami, the excitement just bursting out from her, "We have to go!" she pulled the blonde vampire out for the doors.

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When things took a turn for the worst and Freya returned to the compound to tell her siblings Klaus and apparently Mikael had gone to go up against Dahlia, Hayley swayed to accept Jackson's proposal of fleeing the compound and the Mikaelsons altogether. She didn't feel one good bit about it, even when she had packed Hope's clothes and hers into a bag and Jackson came in their room. It wasn't the best the plan, she knew for sure.

"Hayley, are you ready?" Jackson asked, having no need to whisper since the the remaining Mikaelsons had gone out to St. Ann's church to save Klaus and the apparent new team member Mikael.

"Klaus and Elijah are the oldest, most powerful vampires in the world, and Dahlia's got them scared," Hayley's voice shook with fear, "Dahlia took Maleny's son and I can't let the same happen to Hope."

Jackson walked up to her sympathetically, "It will be fine."

"Do you really think that this is the best plan to protect her?"

"I really do," Jackson nodded. Everything was set to go. They would deviate from the planned spot where Marcel would come pick them up and instead wait for Aiden to arrive with another car to head into the bayou.

~ 0 ~

Seeing the creepy, dark crypt covered in a ring of salt along with other witch marks Maleny didn't quite understand was not a setting anyone would ever pick as a first choice for anything. Davina had gone into her family's crypt and set up for the spell, although no one guessed she had also hid many of Kol's dark objects in there, including the very important, now-working, dagger she and Kol finished before his death.

"Set it over there," Davina instructed the two werewolf guards as they carried in Maleny's coffin.

Maleny, Cami, Alton and Amarrah walked in afterwards, Amarrah carrying in a small bag over her shoulder. She went straight to Davina and set the bag over a small table.

"So this is the spell," she pulled out the scribbled paper Esther had drawn up.

Davina took the paper and gave it a glimpse over, "This...requires a lot of power," she blinked, suddenly hesitant to commit to the spell. She didn't want to do a spell that could put Maleny into a pre-depressive state again.

"You can do it," Maleny put a hand on the teen's arm, "You were able to break part of my curse before."

Davina would've replied 'Because your crazy almost mother-in-law helped me' but felt that would be a downer for everyone. She put on a smile for the woman instead and lightly nodded.

"So, you need to stand over here," she pointed Maleny to a spot across the coffin, "and you have to stay completely still."

"How long will the spell last?" Cami curiously asked.

"No more than five minutes."

"And when will we know if...you know...it worked?" Alton asked next, his beaming smile meant for the arrival for his girlfriend, Yamilet.

"It should take a couple or minutes," Amarrah replied, "If I were you I'd stand a little behind Mal."

"Why?"

"Because chances are she's gonna drop to the ground after the spell. I doubt Yamilet wants to wake up covered in dirt."

Alton chuckled and walked around the circle until he stood a couple feet behind Maleny. Amarrah then turned with Davina, both taking hold of their hands. Cami left the coffin top open and moved away from the circle, backing up to where the guards were, nervous to watch it all unfold.

~ 0 ~

After a bad defeat against Dahlia, the Mikaelsons regrouped back inside the compound, save for Hayley and Jackson who (unfortunately had their plan delayed) were now residing in the safe house of Algiers and Maleny who was still attending to her spell. They were catching Rebekah up with the bad unfolding of the fight they had lost.

"Well, that sounds like a bloody fiasco," she sighed, "Where's Dahlia now?"

"She could be anywhere," Elijah replied, "There wasn't a trace of her left in the church.

Freya, being the only one who was more angry than defeated, remarked, "She's done with us for the night. No doubt, she wants us to take some time to wallow in our defeat.

"Defeat? I disagree," Klaus flashed her a devious smile, "We saw her face. We took her measure. If that's the best she's got, quite frankly, I'm unimpressed."

The most unexpected guest of all, Mikael, spoke up from across the room, "Her aim was not to impress us. She wanted us to reveal our sole weapon, and, like fools, we did."

Rebekah looked between her father and brother incredulously, "Am I hearing things, or did Nik just exchange words with our father?"

"Rebekah. I'd know that wicked tongue anywhere," Mikael said back, almost amused, "What mischief have you gotten yourself into now? No doubt the bastard's doing."

That remark reminded everyone of the ongoing tension. Klaus growled, "Enough. My patience, like this farce of a reunion, is at an end."

"Agreed," Elijah made way for his father, "There only is one question here: What exactly are we doing?"

When Freya saw the discreet glance towards her she erupted into angry shouts, "This was not my plan! You," she pointed at Klaus, "rushed it and made but a single weapon!" she still couldn't comprehend why they would show their one weapon, a dagger specially made, to Dahlia in a rushed fight, "Of course she took it from you, and now we've lost what advantage we had and used up the very materials we needed to kill her."

Klaus remained calm against her shouts, seeing the problem less gravely, "It's a bit histrionic. Your materials are easily found. Let's take stock, shall we? There's an ample supply of your blood. Norwegian soil is hardly scarce. What else? Ah, yes... the ashes of Dahlia's viking oppressors."

"Only priceless relics gotten with great difficulty at a museum, lost due to your worthless strategies," Mikael accused.

In one second, Klaus sped the man against a wall, threatening him with the white oak stake. Freya, alarmed, meant to go for them but Rebekah held her back.

"If I feel even the faintest touch of your magic, Freya, I will end him with a flick of my wrist!" Klaus warned Freya before addressing Mikael, "You don't seem surprised."

Mikael only made a noise when he felt the stake brushing over his heart. Other than that, he was not very surprised by the predicament he found himself in. "Betrayal is in your nature, boy."

"No. I wasn't born like this," Klaus snapped, "Her you fight for…" he motioned back to Freya, "Lovely Freya, the daughter you barely know... yet there was a time when you knew me as your son, a time before all the disappointments, the revelations of betrayal. There were moments when all you had to do was be my father, and even then, you despised me, didn't you? I want to know why."

Although Klaus had nearly broken down Mikael upheld his cold tone, "I don't know. I just... did."

Furious of the answer, and partially overwhelmed by such a simple answer, Klaus acted out and plunged the white oak stake into Mikael's heart.

"NOO!" Freya screamed as her father fell to his knees, burning to death.

Klaus turned back to his siblings, feigning indifference, "Viking ash is indeed rare... but all you really need is a burning viking corpse."

As he left, Elijah and Rebekah now held back Freya together. They had her hands pinned behind her back to prevent her from attacking Klaus with magic. Freya uncontrollably sobbed her father's death. And, although Elijah and Rebekah knew Mikael wouldn't have kept living so long, they both agreed Klaus' rash decision hadn't been the best under the circumstances they were in.

~ 0 ~

Davina and Amarrah were in the middle of chanting the spell that was near ending. Cami and Alton, while both strong, were struggling to stay on their feet under the strong wind that resulted from the spell. Maleny had her hands balled into fists and her eyes shut. Only her hair moved in the midst of the wind. She could feel the spell's power pulsating through her blood, and even if it was slightly painful, she would withstand it all to be back in her own body.

But suddenly, a strange force picked up and blasted everyone in the room away from the ring and into harsh landings, all ending up unconscious. Several seconds later the sound of heels clicked closer, revealing Dahlia herself. She hummed at the sight before her, taking it all with ease, but soon her attention laid on the coffin. She walked towards it and peered inside where the familiar blonde rested inside, still empty.

"Hello again, my dear," she tapped her fingers alongside the edge of the coffin, "Last time I saw you, Nicolas said you had jumped bodies. Now I hear you're trying to do the same...only this time, there's going to be a new destination," the wide, sinister smile spreading across her face would've gave anyone a fearsome tremble if they had been awake to see it.

~ 0 ~

Night had turned to day, and after the previous actions, no Mikaelson had peace. Tension brewed once again when Josephine made a rather strange entrance into the compound.

"Josephine," Elijah came out with his two siblings to greet the woman, eyeing the woman suspiciously. It wasn't like her to come into the Quarter, much less into the compound.

"Forgive me for calling so early, Elijah, but, I've come bearing a message from your aunt Dahlia," the woman declared, "She is owed debts, and since they have not been paid she will come for the next third generation."

Klaus stepped towards her, "She can writhe in Hell first," he snapped.

"If you must harbor hatred, isn't it better spent on the ones who are really at fault here?" Josephine went on, surprisingly calm, "Your mother for creating the bargain in the first place or your sister and your son for running away?"

At the mention of Nicolas, Klaus nearly lunged on the woman if Elijah hadn't grabbed him. Even through that, Josephine showed no sign of fear.

"It's Dahlia," Rebekah realized afterwards, receiving a wicked grin from the woman.

"I prefer Aunt Dahlia," Dahlia, speaking through Josephine, corrected her.

"You dare enter my home?" Klaus, furiously, demanded, shaking off Elijah's hold from him.

"I came to warn you if you don't hand over the child I will come for you all," she declared, though the fearsome aura died down when the spell she held over Josephine began weakening and blood oozed out from under the choker she wore. "Though, I do not detect her here. I see you've used a spell to cloak her. No matter- such spells will yield, as will you. Say your farewells. You have 'til nightfall tomorrow, and then the child shall be mine."

Klaus could see the woman serving as a host for the spell was already dead and therefore made no second thought about chopping her in the neck and decapitating her. The headless body dropped to the ground and there laid the end of the awful surprise of Dahlia. Unfortunately, soon after Klaus' cellphone rang, the call being from Cami.

"Where the hell is Maleny?" was his first question upon answering. It had been many hours and although he knew he was severely lacking in patience, this was just too long for a spell.

On the other side, Cami was biting her lip as she looked back to the brunette woman sitting on a chair, Alton at her side, the woman weak.

"I hate that guy, I hate him so much, Alton," the brunette was telling Alton with the fury only the controller of the body could muster.

"It's alright, Yamilet," Alton had his hands on her head, "Everything's going to be okay now, I promise."

"We have a problem…" Cami finally said to Klaus over the phone, expecting an even worse fury from him after he heard what happened.

~ 0 ~

Davina repeatedly looked over the spell she and Amarrah attempted to do earlier, hoping to find the mistake they could've possibly done. By finding a mistake, they would be able to fix it. But nothing. There was nothing that told them what had gone wrong in the spell and and why only Yamilet had woken up.

When Klaus entered the crypt, she quickly cleared her throat to motion the others trouble was coming. Sensing the same, Cami was the first one to meet him.

"You have to listen," she began urgently, "We don't...we don't know…"

"WHERE IS SHE!?" he angrily shouted at the entire room until he saw the awakened brunette, staring at him, and he easily saw Maleny no longer was in control of those eyes.

"It's not her anymore," Alton stepped in front of Yamilet, guessing he hadn't yet figured out.

"Klaus, you have to listen to what happened," Cami insisted, "Look…"

Cami sat upright near the entrance hallway and rubbed her head, her eyes scanning the room for the others' conditions. Maleny seemed unconscious, lying face down on the ground, near Alton who groaning as he used the wall to get up. Amarrah and Davina had landed near the table of ingredients, now turned over from the blast. Both women raised their heads off the ground in terrible confusion.

"What just happened?" Cami finally asked, watching Alton go to Maleny.

"Yamilet?" he gently turned the body over, able to hear a pulse but who was in control of the body he wasn't sure.

Cami then rushed to the coffin of Maleny's original body, hoping to hear the heartbeat as well. Neither she nor Alton saw the looks exchanged by Amarrah and Davina.

"Yamilet? C'mon…" Alton cradled the head of his girlfriend's body, the heartbeat getting stronger as the woman began to stir, "Yamilet? Is it...is it…?" the woman's eyes opened up and stared at him.

"Alton?" the voice of the woman had changed, but to Alton it had only returned to the softer tone of his girlfriend.

His eyes filled with tears as he realized it was her, it was Yamilet. She was back with him now.

Cami began frowning when she couldn't hear anything from Maleny, "Guys, what's going on?" she glanced at the two witches, "I can't hear the heartbeat. Why can't I hear the heartbeat?"

Dangerous glares landed on Amarrah and Davina next, "What the hell happened here? You had the spell written down for you!" and he tried charging on the two witches but Cami, along with the help of the two wolf guards that had accompanied them helped her keep him back, "How easier could it have been for you!"

"We don't know what happened!" Amarrah exclaimed, equally frustrated and angry as he was, "Yes, the spell was written down but the power needed was something beyond us. Something happened and we don't know...we just…."

"We don't really know where Maleny's soul went," Davina said quieter, for once accepting his anger against them.

When Klaus took another forceful lunge at them Amarrah jumped in front of Davina, "We think someone hijacked the spell!" she shouted and made him stop to contemplate the idea, "The spell was going fine, maybe a little bumpy but it was going fine, I promise. Someone...someone did this, I could feel it."

It didn't take long for Klaus to come up with a person who would be interested in hurting Maleny at the moment, "...Freya," he muttered.

~ 0 ~

In the safe house, Hayley was anxiously awaiting the return of her husband, and to hear word from Aiden. She didn't like the plan they had settled on, but she found it was the only possible way to protect Hope. They would be trying to cut Hope's magic off through a spell that hopefully Davina would be gracious enough to do for them. But she hated the only thing she could do at the moment was wait. She didn't feel any better when she saw magical green vines suddenly creeping into the place from the outside. They grew to be so big they completely covered the windows. She snatched Hope up into her arms and slowly moved closer to the windows, along with several other of the guards. The crimson red flowers growing on the vines reminded Hayley of the previous encounter with Dahlia, thus letting her know what was happening.

"They're dahlias. She knows we're here," she told the to others, "We need to spread out, now!" the guards didn't waste a minute in doing so, spanning around the outside to fight against the witch.

After trying an unsuccessful phone call from the cellphone, she tried using the landline, hoping to get one of the Mikaelsons' to pick up. However, she came up with the same results.

"I need you to go get help," she called the nearest wolf from the outside, "Now, please!"

Hayley only had a minute to think before she heard the cursed tune of Dahlia's carrying in from the entrance. She picked up Hope again, the baby obliviously chewing on her favorite teddy bear, and began to pace again. When she saw Dahlia finally make an appearance, she stopped and glared at the woman.

"What a beauty," Dahlia remarked of Hope, meaning to step inside only to realize the thick line of sand spread over the doorway, "I sense by entering, you would have me at a considerable disadvantage."

Although scared beyond belief, Hayley made the menacing threat, "Why don't you come on in? I would love to show you some hybrid hospitality."

Dahlia took the threat with amusement, "I only came to chat."

"Fine: if you lay a finger on her, I swear I will make you suffer in ways even your evil mind can't imagine."

Dahlia laughed, waving a hand in pure calmness, "Hayley, is it? I have no quarrel with you. Frankly, I think your anger should be directed at the Mikaelsons. After all, it is because of them that I'm here for your child. It was their mother who made the bargain, it was their sister and their firstborn nephew who ran from me when they belonged to me."

"Well, if you're as the big bitch they made you out to be I don't fault them for running," Hayley snapped.

"I feel...very sorry for you," Dahlia flashed a light smile, "You and the other one, Maleny. Both of you were flung into this world and have suffered because of this family. Unfortunately, her loss will now be your loss, and if you're not careful your own death as well."

"I am not afraid of you," Hayley declared, her mother fury masking her fear, "You are not taking my daughter."

Dahlia tilted her head, "I admire your ferocity to save your child, certainly not like the last child's mother I took."

"That's because she wasn't there! But I'm sure if she was she would have fought in the same way she is now," Hayley angrily said.

"Perhaps," Dahlia consented and dug a hand into her pocket, "which is why I came to strike a deal with you. Clearly, you are the most level-headed of all these people at the moment."

"I'm not interested in anything you have to say," Hayley turned away, intending on walking away.

"Not even one that could would allow you to keep your daughter?" the question made Hayley freeze in her tracks. Dahlia smirked as the woman slowly turned back, "You are right, I have no right in taking this child, but I must since I need power to break this sleeping spell. But, your child is not the only source I can use. I will let you keep your daughter if, and only if, you turn in either Freya or Nicolas Mikaelson to me."

Hayley's eyes widened in horror, "Are you...out of your mind? I won't turn in anyone to you."

"Now, my suggestion would be to turn in Freya," Dahlia said calmly, acting as if Hayley hadn't yet said anything, "She's the closest, clearly, and she was never truly part of the family. But, if you see her better suited to stay, bring in Nicolas. With enough power you can break his cloaking spell and bring him here. And if it's the mother's rage you wish to avoid, have no fear, it's all taken care of," she pulled out a small red pendant necklace from her pocket, much like Freya's blue pendant where she had Finn's soul inside.

Hayley's eyes narrowed in on the pendant, trying to figure out what it meant, along with Dahlia's words. She clutched Hope closer to her, "What's that?" she finally decided to ask.

"Imagine it as a little container - it holds Maleny's soul for the moment," Dahlia had a wicked smile stretching across her face, like this was all just a game for her.

"What...what does that mean?" Hayley's insides churned at the idea of what Dahlia could've done to her friend.

"It means Maleny will no longer be a problem if you wish to turn in her son."

"What did you do to my friend!?" Hayley snarled and stalked towards Dahlia, "I swear to God you will regret it if you hurt her, and not by me, but by someone else who's a bit stronger and more angry."

Dahlia put away the pendant back into her pocket, and spoke her last words before leaving, "You have until nightfall tomorrow to make a decision and act on it. Goodbye."

~ 0 ~

As the coffin with Maleny's empty body was placed back into the safe room of the compound, Klaus raged outside in the corridor, Elijah and Rebekah listening from beside.

"It was Freya!" he was shouting, making erratic hand gestures, "She's angry I killed Mikael so she sought revenge!"

"I don't think Freya would do that," Rebekah spoke up rather sure of herself. Klaus stopped pacing to give her a dagger glare, "It doesn't add up," Rebekah insisted, "Ever since Freya got here she's said over and over how she wanted to help Mal."

"Rage makes one act out of order, Rebekah," Klaus snapped.

"Speaking from experience then," Elijah remarked afterwards, earning himself a glare as well.

"This isn't funny! Do you know, out of all this, I am most tired with having to deal with Maleny getting caught in our crossfires?" Klaus' question made the other two siblings stay quiet, allowing the guilt to fill up, "Ever since she came back she has only had one purpose, to find the corpse that would break her spell. I haven't been able to help her because I've been doing this! And, yet, somehow, she's gotten the worst of it."

Elijah could see the pain seeping through his brothers hard words and felt sympathy for him, "Then let all this petty paranoid and stand with us. We will get Maleny back and protect Hope."

"If by "us" you mean you and Freya, then I will not be standing with you."

Elijah sighed, "She is the best chance we have to save your child, not to mention the needed power to help Mal."

"We need her, Niklaus - Freya is our family. If you cannot see the greater picture here-"

"You see only around the next curve in the road! I am looking from above. Freya gave herself away when she complained of our single weapon to kill Dahlia. Now, I know there is a way to defeat our hated enemy without her."

Rebekah rolled her eyes, "So enlighten us already and we will do everything in our power to help you!"

"Forsake Freya, and I will let you in!"

Elijah had reached his patience with Klaus and began to rise in volume, "This is insane! Hope is also our family. Now, if you continue to walk this path, you will lead her towards harm. And do not fail to understand me when I say this to you - I will do whatever it takes to prevent this."

"So will I. So, the choice remains yours, brother - Freya, or me," Klaus gestured with open arms before walking past them. He didn't care who stood by him, or who didn't. He would get Maleny back from wherever she was, all in the meanwhile of taking down Dahlia for Hope.

~ 0 ~

After finally seeing Hayley's calls, Elijah made it to the Algiers to hear about the events that had unfolded.

"Of course I tried to call you, Elijah!but Hayley was fuming, "But since Dahlia was able to take down both Klaus and Mikael, I'm guessing that a cell phone tower was a piece of cake."

"And where were the wolves who stood guard?"

"Getting their asses handed to them by Dahlia, just like Klaus did."

And at that moment, Klaus made an entrance as well. Surprised by his presence, Elijah questioningly looked at Hayley.

"I called both of you," she explained, suddenly quieter, "Dahlia is willing to make a deal in order for us to keep Hope."

"Oh, and I imagine the price is extra high," Klaus sarcastically smiled.

"Either we turn in your sister, Freya, or your son, Nicolas or she comes for Hope."

The smile was quickly gone from Klaus' face, and replaced with fury, "And you agreed!?"

"Yes," it was Hayley's turn to be sarcastic, "because if I had agreed then I would definitely be telling you about the deal in the first place," her tone then shifted to a soft, stern one, "I want my daughter safe, Klaus, but the cost of staying here will be too high for your family. Also," she knew her next words would probably bring the tip of the iceberg, "I don't understand how, but...she has Maleny trapped in some type of pendant necklace."

"She took Maleny!?" Klaus roared, only this time there was no one to attack.

Hayley sighed, "Look, with everything that's going on, we have to go," she received the expected alarmed, confused faces of the brotherS so she quickly added in, "Jackson is out getting supplies, and then we're taking the wolves and we're headed to the Bayou."

"The swamp?" Klaus arched an eyebrow, completely unamused with the silly plan, "So my child can be protected by the very wolves Dahlia so easily defeated? Absolutely not!"

Frustrated, Hayley marched up to him, coming face to face, "You know, I am so over taking advice from you, Klaus. All it has done so far is put Hope in danger. From now on, I am going to do what I want to do. We're leaving."

He shoved her back before she could leave the place, "You're not going anywhere unless I tell you to."

"I am not your prisoner, Klaus!"

Elijah sighed, trying to break them apart, "Both of you, please- we're playing into Dahlia's hands."

"Not doing as I say plays into her hands!" Klaus snapped, "While you two have been kow-towing to Freya and devising ways to flee with your tail between your legs, I've been forging a new path. I know what Freya was planning, and I know how to kill Dahlia.

But suddenly, they heard Jackson's booming voice calling out for Klaus. A couple of seconds later, he came in holding Aiden's dead body over his shoulders with a werewolf guard behind.

"Oh, my God," Hayley blinked when Aiden was placed down on a table. The corpse was marred in what looked like claw marks and had his heart taken out.

"Klaus made Aiden spy on us. Instead, he told me everything," Jackson turned to Klaus, fully accusing him, "so you killed him!"

Klaus only had a second to look over the corpse when Hayley was already accusing him as well.

"You killed one of the wolves sworn to protect our daughter?" she frowned.

Seeing all the accusing faces, and thinking it over for a minute, Klaus went with, "So what if I did? This is what happens to anyone who dares cross me!"

The werewolf that had come in with Jackson made a remark, "just give us the word, Jackson."

"Yes! Come and have a go!" Klaus shouted, motioning them to have at it, "But you'll be putting your life on the line for one who is all too willing to betray you. Perhaps this never would have happened if he'd had a real Alpha."

Jackson lost it and lunged for him, punching him across the face. In retaliation, Klaus sent Jackson backwards, into other wolves that had come in from the commotion. Hayley tried getting in to defend Jackson but suffered a blow to the stomach and flung to the side. It wasn't until Elijah put himself between Klaus and Jackson that things froze.

"Do you wish to die?" Elijah darkly inquired from Jackson.

Furious, Hayley got up and shoved Elijah back, "You wanna kill me, too, Elijah?"

Elijah moved back to where Klaus stood, "If you come at him, you come at me."

Klaus smirked with such a pleasant outcome, "You lot should make better use of your time. I suggest burying your dead."

"GET OUT!" Hayley screamed, violently pointing at them to the doors.

Elijah sighed and glanced at his brother, "Niklaus, you mentioned a plan. I recommend you begin. Hayley and Hope are safe for the time being and not going anywhere."

With a fake smile, Klaus nodded, "Shan't be long," he promised and calmly walked off.

~ 0 ~

In Marcel's apartment, he and Rebekah were discussing what apparently had happened to Aiden. And though she knew her brother perfectly, Rebekah was still stunned of the news.

"I can't believe this is happening. My brother's lost his bloody mind!" she exclaimed, slumping back against the couch, "I don't know whether to blame this on what happened to Mal, I mean...did his anger really drive him to do this?"

"You really think those wolves are gonna fight to protect Hope now?" Marcel asked the winning question, one that left Rebekah deeply pondering of the consequences Klaus' action would bring upon them.

"He ruins everything he touches! Turns everyone against us!" Rebekah raged and shook her head. "Honestly, sometimes I don't understand how Maleny can stand him!" But then she got to wondering if Maleny had been around, would he still have done such an outrageous thing?

Suddenly, Davina appeared by the entrance, teary eyed from the catastrophe, "Marcel?"

"We just heard," Marcel went for yer, "Is Josh with you?"

"No," she shook her head, "When Jackson came to get Aiden's body, he just took off."

"D- D, I'm so sorry," Marcel took her into a hug, letting her cry for a little.

Davina pulled herself together and stepped back, "I brought something for you," she dug into her purse and pulled out the gold dagger she and Kol finished.

Rebekah caught sight of the familiar dagger and gaped, "Is that what I think it is?"

Davina nodded, "The dagger Kol and I made. I want you to use it," she looked at Marcel, "Mal's gonna have to forgive me but I want you to put Klaus down."

Without saying a word, Marcel took the dagger from her, glancing at Rebekah to see what she wanted to do with it.

~ 0 ~

Amarrah and Cami had been going through Maleny's room in search of her mother's spell book. The idea was to find to a spell that would either locate Maleny's whereabouts, or bring her back from wherever she was. Amarrah squealed when she found the book in one of the drawers set against a wall.

"Aha! Yes!" she cheered and turned back to Cami, "Got it!"

Cami was relieved to see the book back and motioned for the witch to follow her out. When they did, they caught Klaus heading into his art room. The two women exchanged concerned looks, and after a moment they walked for the art room them selves.

Klaus was lurking through his things when he heard one of them clearing their throat. He was slightly confused to see them both smirking at him. "Can I help you both?" he asked the empty, sarcastic question.

"We've been thinking," Amarrah announced, ignoring the loud scoff he gave in response, "about the whole Aiden thing, and we have something to tell you."

"I believe everyone else has covered the basics of insults and whatnot," Klaus rolled his eyes.

"Why are you lying?" Cami sharply asked, starting him, "No one is here but us. We're trying to help you and you lying does no good."

"I'm not lying," Klaus frowned.

"It doesn't make sense," Amarrah continued, "None of it does. See, Elijah thinks you did it because Aiden betrayed you, but Rebekah thinks it's because of what happened to Mal."

"Yes," Klaus slowly, and darkly, said to the women, meaning on scaring them.

Cami took a step towards him, smirking even wider, "Liar, liar, pants on fire. We don't believe you, so just stop and tell us what it is you're planning."

"You have us, Alton and even Yamilet who's craving for revenge against your family," Amarrah reminded him, "Tell us."

Klaus considered the many things he could tell them, but never the true plan. He did think, however, of one detail they would be perfect in working at.

"Dahlia intercepted the spell you tried earlier," he looked over at Amarrah, "She placed Maleny's soul into a pendant necklace much like the one Freya wears around her neck. Figure a spell to get Maleny back."

Amarrah blinked, her mind racing to process the horrible news. Cami, on the other hand, pulled herself together rather fast in order to think.

"We have to know why she did it first and with what spell."

"She meant it as part of a deal she made with Hayley, which she didn't take clearly," Klaus turned back to his things, "Get Mal back, that's your task. The rest is for me."

But at that moment, Elijah strode into the room, "You put them in the paint," he accused, "Father's ashes, the earth from sacred ground, all hidden in plain sight."

Klaus turned back in anger, "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be guarding Hayley."

"She's gone," Elijah declared rather calmly despite what was to come next, "She and Jackson took Hope, and you will not find them, brother."

"You helped Hayley escape? With my daughter?" the anger settled instantaneously over Klaus.

Cami was horrified to hear Elijah had done such a thing, especially without even talking to someone about it, "Elijah…" she whispered.

"Someone had to protect that child," Elijah began but Klaus has fully vamped-out and shoved him back until he was practically holding him over the balcony rail.

"HOW DARE YOU?"

Elijah grabbed Klaus' arm and twisted it to turn him around, shoving him back into the room. Klaus ended crashing through his tables.

"Cami…" Amarrah was horrified, and frankly scared, of the sight before them. The blonde gently pushed her out of the room and considered the idea of going in to help, but...she wasn't quite sure which brother to help. Klaus had his reasons, but Elijah was at a disadvantage due to his lack of knowledge about the truth.

Klaus had come back and thrown Elijah across the room then sped over to continue, "I'm a hybrid, Elijah. Why provoke a fight you cannot win?"

Elijah didn't say a word back and instead pulled out the golden dagger and jammed it through Klaus' heart. The hybrid was so caught off guard he didn't have a moment to think and pull the dagger when it already started taking effect.

"Elijah!" Cami screamed in both horror and anger. She didn't think twice before speeding over to take the dagger out herself.

"No, Cami!" Elijah yanked her back but the blonde was willing to fight him for it. She punched him in the face with all her might, sending him a decent amount of distance away.

"Amarrah!" Cami called and motioned her with a nod to get the dagger.

But Amarrah was suddenly grabbed by Rebekah and Freya from behind. She dropped the spell book and struggled against the two women.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Cami meant to go for the two sisters and help Amarrah when Elijah was back on his feet and grabbed her from behind.

All in the meanwhile, the desiccation was taking full effect over Klaus. He had fallen to his knees and could only watch the last of the events in struggle.

"Cami, just stop!" Elijah was in and full struggle against the blonde in his arms.

Cami was jumping and making attempts to punch him from behind. She was beyond furious with the recent decisions that had apparently been taken without a word of consultation with her. After all that Elijah had told her about being part of them, a part of their family, she felt she was owed at least that much.

"CAMI!"

"NO!" Cami screamed and elbowed Elijah harshly, making him pull back. She sped towards the now desiccated Klaus on the floor, however Elijah got to her first and, with an immense pain in his heart, snapped her neck.

"No!" Amarrah exclaimed, teary eyed, as she watched her friend drop to the floor with a thud.

Elijah didn't look at all pleased with the happenings. His own teary eyes had blurred his vision, and though it hurt him, he stood by his actions with all the consequences that would follow.

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sanghyunlh · 4 years ago

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hello! this is my first time in seongnam & i’m excited to bring you min yeonjae, also known as the justice warrior — he’s loud, proud & he isn’t shutting up any time soon. you can find his stats here, plots here and his pinterest board here. i don’t have any other pages/resources for him atm, but i might be working on an extended bio for him soon? possibly? we’ll see.

personality.

esfp / the entertainer. fun-loving, always looking for a new experience! will try anything once. yeonjae throws himself entirely into everything he does and can usually find a way to have fun in even the most bland situations. very sure of himself, even when he isn’t. likes attention, usually goes searching for it — will talk to anyone on campus, regardless of how they treat him. likes to tell long stories exaggerated for humor. has a taste for unique things & usually tries to stand out in his fashion choices, words, etc.

aquarius / the water-bearer. intellectual, charismatic, thoughtful, communicative, eccentric. yeonjae is intelligent, but he can be seen as a little ditzy from time to time because of his high energy levels and peculiar behaviors. excellent at putting strange feelings into words, likes to talk even the most awkward of situations out. doesn’t like to leave any details out or any answers open-ended.

history.

who he is now is mostly influenced by his mother, a good-natured art teacher. from the time that he was born onward, he was exposed to art and mass movements, as she was widely involved in protests as well. his father, on the other hand, is a little more serious; he’s a home renovator, so he still has a creative side, even if it’s a little more dull.

both parents supported his interests while he was growing up. they rarely (if ever) made him feel about his hobbies and the things that he enjoyed, even when he shocked them by claiming that he wanted to start getting into performing arts such as dancing and singing and when he showed a strong interest in fashion.

he began volunteering when he was in elementary school and he tried to take any opportunity he got to do so. he enjoyed being around people he never would’ve met otherwise, liked to see the world from other points of view. met some of the wisest people that way and they left a mark on him.

began protesting when he was fifteen.

continued to explore all kinds of art as he was growing up, but always felt a little more attached to sculpting; there was no particular reason, that’s just what he liked, really.

spent a lot of late nights listening to the radio while he worked on projects. he got pretty attached to various disc jockeys who worked late shifts, kind of felt like he knew them personally even though he clearly didn’t. the older he got, he saw his life going in one of two directions: either becoming a disc jockey or an art restorer.

when he enrolled in seongnam, he was originally set to be a broadcast journalism major since he thought that would help him get a job as a dj. however, he... hated it. switched his major pretty soon into his college career — switched to art history and picked up sculpting as a minor. was way happier. ended up joining tiger radio so that he could still get dj experience without the obligations to study things that he didn’t rly enjoy.

fun facts.

has a reputation around campus for his loud, unashamed way of life. he attends every protest and often is the one organizing them. brings up campus issues on tiger radio, even if he isn’t necessarily supposed to. plasters signs around campus when there’s something going on that he thinks people need to be aware of even if it isn’t directly related to seongnam.

vegan, but he will not get on your ass if you aren’t.

collects essential oils and various stones/crystals like they’re going extinct. he has so many. too many, probably, but it is what it is. he really likes the smell of sandalwood and palo santo, frequently scents his space with one or the other. (f to his future roommate. hope you don’t mind).

obsessed with tiktok........ he has an account and while he’s sort of popular, he isn’t famous famous from it. try to clown him for it, but it’s impossible to embarrass him.

he hand-makes most of the jewelry he wears and even some of his other clothing pieces. can use all the extra money he can get, so he sells stuff he makes sometimes!

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peace-coast-island · 4 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Taking in the sights of Golden City

The Golden City sure is bright! Everything about it is so fascinating - the architecture, the roads, the trees - the place doesn't seem real. From traveling via whale taxi to the floating buildings and crystalline gazebos, it's no wonder Golden City is on top of many people's must see places before they die - mine included.

Seeing that Golden City seems to be in a world of its own, I never expected to run across a familiar face there - especially one who's currently in the process of renovating an old building to turn into her very own company. I've heard rumors but to see it actually happen - it seems so unreal.

Who would've thought that Ginko Okabe, director of a big marketing company, would start her own thing? And her business partner happens to be Benji Yoshino, a big hotshot tech genius. They crossed paths when Benji met up with the higher ups at Ginko's old workplace and at the time he happened to be acquainted with Manaka. Throw in Shiran then you've got three unlikely people who somehow ended up being friends with such a high profile figure.

Ginko's been super busy with the move from the metropolitan, strictly business city of Hailstorm Bay to the glowing, almost otherworldly place of Golden City. Now that her apartment's all set, the next step is getting the office building ready. So she and her friends have been busy with that for the past week.

With things moving smoothly, Ginko figured that they could all use a break. After all, it's not easy taking an hour long train to Golden City after a 9 to 5 shift to help clean up an old building as well as move furniture. She didn't expect her former coworkers to step up like that but they wouldn't let her hire a bunch of strangers to put her office together. With her giving them an opportunity to leave their monotonous, unfulfilling, (and sometimes toxic) work environment to be a part of her team, doing the heavy lifting was their way of thanking her.

Before heading out to meet up with Benji and Shiran, Ginko gave us a tour of the office. It's one thing to see snippets of the renovation on social media, it's another to see how much progress has been made in a week. What was once an old, run down building will soon be bustling with activity.

After seeing the office, we headed to the cafe and caught up with Benji and Shiran. They've been dating for a while but it wasn't until recently they were open about it. We all kinda suspected it so it wasn't a surprise when they made it official. First Manaka, now Shiran, what is it about diligent working class accountants that would draw in a wealthy, head in the clouds, tech genius like Benji?

How the former accountant and the eccentric millionaire came to be together is one of those stories where it all came down to chance. Benji first met Manaka through skydiving classes. Then they ran into each other again by chance on the streets around the same time he was installing a new security system for the company. Eventually word got out about their relationship, forcing Manaka to lay low for a while - which is partly why he and Shiran kept things under wraps for a long time. While they got along well, they didn't always meet eye to eye, especially about their futures. Manaka wanted stability while Benji jumped from one thing to another - it wasn't meant to be.

Running into Shiran was also a chance encounter. Shiran was interested in Manaka but the feeling wasn't mutual. The two met in college and ended up working in the same place, but aside from the office, they rarely saw each other outside of that. It took a while but Shiran was able to accept that while he and Manaka grew to become good friends, a romance wasn't in the cards for them.

Shiran and Benji literally bumped into each other on the streets and from there an unlikely friendship came about. Shiran was in awe of Benji at first because of his achievements, then slightly jealous when he found out he was dating Manaka, and then cool with him after the mutual breakup. Ginko was surprised to find them causally hanging out together. Soon the duo became a trio.

Things haven't been the same since Manaka's death. A series of workplace safety violations resulted in an explosion that injured many, even killing a few. Manaka, Shiran, and three other people were trapped in the basement, which was on the verge of collapsing, complicating the rescue. All five were rescued and taken to the hospital, where Manaka later died of her injuries. It happened suddenly, totally unexpected as she was fully conscious, alert, and walking when they found her.

Shiran fell into a deep depression for a while, leading to other problems. Ginko struggled a lot too but did her best to not let that affect her work. She later admitted that trying to do damage control over what happened was the hardest thing she ever did, one that made her completely disillusioned with the company. Benji, Ami and Karrie were grieving as well but kept a brave face in public.

Benji was the one who helped Shiran get back on his feet. He said that his biggest regret was not reaching out to Manaka after the breakup. While they were cool with each other and wanted to stay friends, they didn't do a good job of keeping in contact. Benji was out of town when the explosion happened and flew in as soon as he heard, planning to visit Manaka and Shiran at the hospital the next morning.

Just when all of that was behind them, an investigation of Manaka's death reopened the pain and grief for all of them. Apparently the doctor who treated her is on trial as several of his patients have died due to negligence in the past few years. In other words, the deaths of Manaka and many others could've been easily prevented if they had proper medical care. It's already bad enough that she died in a freak accident that shouldn't have happened, and now we find out that her death could've been avoided all together.

Just thinking about all that - damn. Manaka was sweet and spunky, a bit on the obedient and passive side, but always one to go out and try new things. I never understood why she always got the short end of the stick at work - and she certainly never deserved to have her life cut so short like this. Whenever I think about her, I can't help but wonder why the universe can be so unfair at times.

So with the thing going on with the doctor, people are being questioned and such, like Manaka's parents and Shiran for example. Thankfully Shiran doesn't have to testify or anything but the whole thing brought back painful memories for everyone. Shiran admitted that he's still a bit shaken up but he'll be fine. Benji's been like a rock for him, which is good.

Ginko said that since [redacted], Benji has come down to earth, or so others like to say. He's still got his head in the clouds, though no longer floating aimlessly in the sky - Manaka gave him some much needed perspective. He may be an eccentric billionaire with too much free time on his hands who is constantly daydreaming, but when he wants to make an effort, to make a change, to help a friend, he gives it his all.

It's clear how much he still loves Manaka, how she helped him shape up after spending most of his time doing whatever without much of a care. It's also clear how much he loves Shiran - the dedication it took to get him out of a bad place, he didn't have to put himself out there but he chose to. And from what I heard, it was a rough time all around - blackouts, alcohol, sleepless nights, listlessness, apathy - a continuous downward spiral for Shiran.

Since everyone was so busy with the move, Ginko and the guys didn't really have the chance to really explore Golden City. So I figured that now's a good time since we're all here and can experience the wonders of the city together.

First of all, riding the whale taxis is like floating on a cloud. We can choose to have our taxi act as a tour guide - which we did - and that made things a lot more fun! With public transportation as reliable and entertaining as this, who needs to spend extra money on cars? Our whale taxi was so sweet and informative - I can easily spend a day listening to them ramble on about Golden City - not that we haven't already! Because we enjoyed the tour so much, Benji had us booked with them for tomorrow so we have that to look forward to.

The floating gazebos are a must see in Golden City according to many reviews. Made from the finest environmentally safe materials, these gazebos were all built by hand, created to be enjoyed by all, whether it's to appreciate the architecture, hang out with friends, have some time to yourself or to gaze into the horizon. I think my favorite is the Prosperity Cliff gazebo, which overlooks the ocean, giving you a clear view of the mountains and islands. Prosperity Cliff isn't as busy this time of year because it's kinda chilly so it's nice to have the place to ourselves.

Maybe someday when we make another trip during the fall or spring we can take a trip up to the mountains. We probably won't be able to go far since it's kinda rough up there but I've heard there's some good spots for a picnic, a short hike, and maybe a swim depending on the time of day.

Of course, in between sightseeing and shopping we stopped by to enjoy the local cuisine. There's a lot of Japanese fusion places - including a Japanese-Cambodian one, which is one of Ginko's go-to restaurants for takeout because the sushi is top notch along with the soups - so that was an adventure as well!

Our plan was to get back to the hotel by eleven but of course we got distracted and spent an hour at the park watching the fireworks show. Shiran ended up missing the last train, though it's not a big deal as he usually crashes at Benji's place. By the time Daisy Jane and I got back to the hotel it was past one, which isn't too late by our standards. Good thing we won't be meeting up with the others until eleven tomorrow as that's morning for all of us.

Totally looking forward to more sights and wonders to enjoy tomorrow!

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my-emotional-self · 5 years ago

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Surprise at Comic Con

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: swearing and fluffy fluff

Request: Hi Emily! I don’t know if you’re taking in any requests right now. But I had this idea for a while. So since ACE Comic Con just happened, could you write something where the reader is Chris’ girlfriend where they’ve been together for a year now and they’ve kept it private. They haven’t seen each other since Chris has been so busy and the reader (who’s probably a big nerd/geek like Chris) then found out about Ace Comic Con and decided to surprise him during the photo op and autograph.

Requested By: @princenyaz

You were in the spare bedroom if Chris’ house, or rather, your house now too, putting up all your Funk Pop’s onto the new shelf you had just bought. Arranging them to your liking, you stood back and admired your hard work, giving a nod and a smile.

The song ‘Africa’ by Toto began to play throughout the room, always causing you to chuckle. It was your ringtone for Chris and had been since the two of you heard it for the first time together and sang loudly and crazily back and forth to each other.

Picking it up you swiped on the green button. “Hey baby,” you said with a bright smile.

“Hi sweetheart,” Chris replied on the other line. It felt so good to hear his voice as you hadn’t heard from him, at least on the phone, in two days. He had been working on filming back in Boston for his limited series show and was so busy, the two of you managed to only get some texting in over the last few days.

“I miss you so much Chris,” you said with sadness, sitting down on the futon in the room.

Chris sighed on the other end and you suddenly felt guilty, not wanting him to feel that way. You knew he worked hard and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel bad. “I miss you too Y/N. More than you will ever know.”

There was a long pause, the two of you just sitting there together on the phone, listening to each other’s breathing.

“What are you up to?” Chris finally managed to ask through a yawn.

“I finally took a week off work so I could really begin to unpack my boxes. I’m currently in my fun room,” you explained, getting comfortable on the futon that was full of Marvel decorated throw pillows.

That got a chuckle out of Chris, making you giggle in response. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now. You had met him through your mother as she became close friends with Chris’ mom over the last couple of years. Two months ago before Chris set off to Boston to start filming, he asked you to move in with him and you couldn’t say no; you had fallen head over heels for the man.

So while he has been away in Boston, you began to move your stuff from your Los Angeles apartment and into his house. Your relationship with him had been kept private from the media; the two of you wanting to keep things to yourselves for as long as possible before getting bombarded with the world of the media.

“What are you thinking about?” his soft voice questioned through the speaker.

You let yourself smile. “How big this house is when I’m all alone in it and how much I just want to fly out there and smother you with hugs and kisses. Hell, I don’t even care if the media sees,” you chuckled the last part.

“I agree,” Chris replied. “It is lonely in that house with nobody else. And I wouldn’t mind you smothering me with kisses, no matter in private or not.”

The two of you talked for a bit longer, cherishing the moment. But Chris began to yawn so much you could barely make out what he was saying. “Baby, you need to get some rest,” you urged.

“Yeah-yeah I probably should.”

“Get back to the house and go cuddle Dodger and dream of me tonight.”

“I always dream of you.”

~~~

Another three weeks had passed and you were missing Chris more than ever. It was coming up on nearly three months of not seeing him. You knew coming into this relationship that it would most definitely be a possibility go to this long without seeing him, but you were dealing with it the best you could.

What sucked the most is that your one year relationship was in three days, on Saturday and Chris was going to be stuck in Seattle doing ACE Comic Con. He had to back out of the last two he went to and he was so disappointed in himself by letting his fans down.

Settling down with a glass of wine that night, an idea popped into your head. Grabbing your laptop, you found the website and smiled when you saw there were still tickets available. Ever since you had moved in with Chris, your bank account has been growing as you didn’t have to pay for your own apartment anymore. While you fought Chris to help pay for the mortgage on this home, he refused; but he said you could help out with monthly bills.

Knowing your work would be closed Friday and Monday for renovations, you had a long weekend and going to surprise him would be made easier.

That night, you went to sleep with a smile and you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you surprised him.

~~~

It took everything in your will power to not ask what hotel he was staying at because all you wished to do was go straight to his hotel room to see him. It had been almost a quarter of your relationship since you’d last seen Chris.

That Saturday, you stood in line for the photo op and you were nervous as hell. Knowing Chris, these things sometimes stressed him out and gave him and anxiety and you hoped by surprising him, he wouldn’t become more stressed.

The worker by the curtain opened it up and you made your way inside. Chris was looking down at the floor and you could see he was tired; but once he lifted his head and saw you, your whole world stopped.

“Y/N?” he gaped in shock; eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “What are you doing here?” Chris rushed over to you and scooped you up in his arms. His lips crashed to yours and you stood there shocked for a second before finally melting into his touch.

“Surprise,” you said with a bright smile as he pulled away from your lips; his arms still wrapped around your torso.

“We’ve got to keep it moving,” one of the workers said and Chris had an annoyed look on his face.

The two of you moved into position, facing each other with your arms wrapped around one another’s torso. You gazed lovingly into his eyes, just as he did to you as they snapped the picture.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered into his ear, giving him a wink.

~~~

You weren’t lying when you said you would see him soon as you were now standing in line for the autograph session. It seemed a bit weird, being his girlfriend and paying for his photo and autograph but you didn’t care; the look on his face when he saw you was everything you hoped for.

Sneaking a glance at him, he saw you standing in line and gave you a quick wink.

“Oh my god did you see that?” the person standing next to you asked excitedly to her friend. “He just winked in this direction! Do you think he winked at me?”

You tried not to giggle, knowing full and well he was winking at you. It also made you feel a bit bad because he had some die-hard fans and they didn’t know that he was dating anyone; let alone you.

The worker motioned you over to the table and you set down the photo the two of you took at the photo op. “I love this picture,” he gushed with admiration as he began to write on it with his sharpie.

Your fingers began to fidget together as he kept sneaking glances up at you. He turned the picture back to you and you didn’t even look to see what he wrote. “Thank you Chris,” you said, giving him your own wink and not wanting to draw any attention to yourselves.

He gave a polite nod, thank you himself and the two of you laughed before you walked away. Stopping just a few feet from the table, you looked down to see what he wrote.

You are amazing

Happy 1 year anniversary baby

I love you

Xoxo Chris

Your mouth hung open, your eyes zeroing in on those three specific words. Even though it had been a year of dating, the two of you had not said those words to each other yet. Turning around with tears in your eyes, you saw Chris looking at you, a delightful smile on his lips. He nodded his head, letting you know what he wrote was true as your heart raced in your chest.

“I love you too,” you mouthed to him, wiping a tear from your eye.

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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not Chapter 27 ~Obsessions~

"Claire! There ye are!"

She spun around in her chair to face Geillis. "Hey! Right on time. Just finishing."

Geillis crossed her arms, took a step back and studied her face. "Mmm ...ye look great. Nae dark circles under yer eyes, ye gained a bit of weight, and ye're no' cranky. Sleeping better?"

She grinned. The last few weeks had been perfect. She was finally sleeping without the nightmares and eating properly. Her work schedule had finally loosened up after the arrival of her new assistant, Mary McNab, a widower in need of a part-time job. And to her relief, her nauseousness and fainting spells seemed to have ebbed.

Then there was Jamie.

The thought of him made her smile. Since that night in the stable, they had been together almost every day and most nights. And when he wasn't with her, he was either busy rehabilitating Donas or overseeing and working on the renovation of the house he bought a while back. Although she had offered money from her inheritance to finance their eventual home's restoration, he was too stubborn and proud to accept. He was persistent and adamant that it was a man's job to provide for his family with his own sweat and hard work. Slightly annoyed but not wanting to disturb the peace, she conceded, thinking her money could be put to use for other things in the future. She really couldn't complain much about his stubbornness. After all, it was this particular trait that got him through his ordeal.

Although aware of the changes in her body, her pregnancy was still not visible, which was a great thing, since her rushed wedding was only a couple of weeks away, a few months before Jenny's. And for the first time in a very long time, she felt relaxed, and her spirit was light, and she wasn't about to stress over their upcoming nuptials. After what happened in the last few months, she realised life was too precious to be worrying. Whatever worries and expectations she had for the future, she had shoved them away and focused on the present. She did precisely what Ellen had advised her.

Take it one moment at a time. One day at a time.

Let your sense of control go and give it up to the higher power.

Believe you will be guided to the right path and have faith.

As for Jamie, pending fatherhood had changed him a lot. He had been slightly going overboard with baby proofing the house and buying heaps of reading materials on first-time parenthood. And slowly, despite protests from the family, he had also eased his way back to work in the hotel, doing only half-days so as not to compromise his recovery.

She refocused on Geillis. "Thank you. I'm finally sleeping through the night, so I'm more energetic."

"That's great, chick. It's about time. We don't want ye looking all gaunt and stressed out on yer big day."

"After what happened with Annalise, I think I have my priorities straightened out by now. Call it an awakening or whatever. I'm determined not to be one of those bridezillas. I'll just go with the flow. I'm just happy Jamie is on his feet and thriving even if he's back to being his stubborn self. But I must say, he's obsessing way too much about the baby to a point he was wondering if there was some sort of daddy boot camp around this area."

Geillis laughed. "Aye, weel, that's quite normal. He's definitely looking better too. He looks like a man truly well-loved. If ye ken what I mean." She winked to make a point.

"Ha, ha! Anyway, enough of me. How're things with Willie?"

Geillis rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation over the topic. But Claire knew her friend's feelings ran way deeper. "Weel, ye ken it took a while before he convinced me to go out to dinner with him ..." She paused to check her cuticles. "I tried to be all cool about it by telling him that I'm a big girl, and I could handle one night stands and that he didn't need to take me out to dinner as a thank ye. I was convinced I was some sort of transitional. Weel, he was appalled with my assumptions. But whatever ...I'm done fighting my feelings. Like ye, I'm just going with the flow. I like the lad, Claire but sometimes, I cannae forget that time when he called out yer name on our first night together. It keeps coming back."

"Oh, Geillis." Claire stood up and hugged her friend. When she finally pulled away, she looked at her friend in the eyes. "Listen. He announced to the family that you're his girlfriend, and he hasn't done that for years. Besides, how many times did he ask ye out before ye relented? That accounts for something. He must like you a lot to pursue you; otherwise, he wouldn't have been persistent. Stop worrying. He cares for you, and you know fine, Willie is not that sort of bloke, ok?"

"Aye," Geillis shrugged. "It's just that the Fraser lads are known for their gallantry, so ye never know if Willie was just trying to do right by me."

Claire shook her head. "Now, don't be daft. Willie hardly goes home to Lallybroch now. He's always in our house, and that's because he wants to spend more time with you. And that reminds me, I think he better start coughing up some cash for the rent. That man can eat!"

"Weel so does yer, Jamie. What's with men and midnight snacks?"

They looked at each other and giggled.

"Come on, lass, let's get ye out of here before more work is piled on yer desk." Geillis started to pull her hand as she grabbed her satchel. "I don't want to be late for our appointment."

Claire almost forgot about their appointment at a beauty salon. They were planning to have their nails done, including facial and Brazilian wax treatments. It was Geillis' advance bridal gift to her. "Erm Geillis, don't ye think I can skip the Brazilian wax part? It sounds like it's going to hurt. And aren't we supposed to do this before the wedding? You know all this pampering and stuff."

"Ach, shush. This one's on me. Jenny arranged the pamper session before the wedding already. And as for the Brazilian wax, Jamie will be please, and ye can consider it an early wedding present for him. And besides, I've wanted to do this for a long time, just ye and me. Even though we live in the same house, we hardly spend time together anymore," Geillis chattered as she continued to pull Claire along. "Ye ken what they say, no pain, no gain. Trust me ...men love it. It will be worth it."

"Well, Jamie has never complained before..."

"Of course, he hasn't complained. He doesn't know any better. Wait till ye see the look on his face when he sees yer fanny."

Self-consciousness crashed over her, and she yanked her friend by the arm. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Pipe down will you! Don't want the staff knowing what we're about to do."

"Don't want the staff to know what?" a deep voice came from behind them. The girls jumped as Willie approached them. After a quick kiss to Geillis, he eyed them both suspiciously.

"Aaah, a wee bit of a trim and some pampering. Girls' afternoon out, ye ken. Will be home before dinner," Geillis explained hurriedly. She stood on tiptoes to give Willie a quick peck before pulling Claire roughly.

"Wait ..." Willie called after them.

"We're late, sorry," Claire looked at him apologetically. "See you at home."

Damn Geillis! He will find out soon enough what they have been up to. Claire cringed at the thought as she allowed her friend to pull her away from the baffled looking Willie.

..........

It was early evening when Claire finally made it through her door. She had dropped off Geillis at the hotel for her impromptu dinner date with Willie before heading home. Other than the funny feeling between her legs after the Brazilian wax treatment, Claire felt shiny and brand new from her pampering session. Sneaky as her friend was, she appreciated their time together since it was long overdue and she very much needed some girl-talk.

"In here, Sassenach," Jamie's voice called out as she heard utensils and pans clacking. She inhaled deeply, and she smelled food.

Dropping her satchel and laptop on the coffee table, she made her way to the kitchen. "Oh, hi ...Whatever you're making, I hope you didn't make loads. Geillis and I were served snacks at the beauty salon."

She was just about to go over to Jamie when he stopped her on her tracks. "Stay where ye are, Sassenach. I need to blindfold ye."

"W-what?"

Jamie waved a hand in the air. "A wee degustation. It's straightforward - I blindfold ye, and ye let me know how each of the things I made taste. It's sort of a trial for a full course menu I'd like to make and suggest to Murtagh."

"Huh? Taste-testing? I don't know if I could go through a whole set of menu, Jamie. I might have loads of appetite these days but don't you think it's a bit late for that?" She eyed the paper bags on the countertop with suspicion. "And why do I have to be blindfolded?"

Jamie smiled. "They're just wee bite portions, Sassenach. I just want to know how the components go together, and ye have a great taste palate. As for the blindfold, I think one has a more open mind when ye can't visually peg the ingredients. Allows yer taste buds to take over as the primary sensory perception."

"Aaah, is that so, Chef Fraser?" she teased, grinning.

"Aye, it is so. Weel, are ye helping me out here or not?"

Her skin tingled with anticipation. "Fine, let's do this."

He lit up, pushing up the sleeves on his casual shirt as if prepping for something big. He put on Claire's girly pink apron hanging from the hook, which only made him look more masculine than ever, and dragged a chair for her to sit on.

"I can sit on the stool," she pointed out.

"No. A chair is sturdier, trust me."

Sturdier for what? She shrugged. "Alright, so what do I do?"

He pulled out a scarf from the back pocket of his jeans, grinning, a wicked gleam lighting his eyes. "First this."

"Oooh, kinky."

"Aye, I can do kinky," he whispered as he gently placed the scarf over her eyes and tied a loose knot, before planting a kiss on her cheek. "So, can ye see anything?"

"Nope."

"Right, sit tight and give me a few secs."

She heard cupboard doors open and close, and the rustle of bags. She smelled the scent of freshness and a variety of herbs, all mixed up. The refrigerator door squeaked, and then it went silent. Jamie's shuffling around the kitchen slowly relaxed her, and she allowed her mind to drift while she waited for the first taste.

Moments passed before she sensed him kneeling in front of her as a rush of his warm breath hit her lips. "Are ye ready for yer first taste, Sassenach?"

She twitched her nose and smiled. "Yes."

"Open up ...aaahhh."

Her lips parted. She expected the cool, smooth touch of the spoon, but Jamie used his fingers instead. He placed something small and soft on her tongue. The flavour of earth tickled her taste buds, and the firm bite against her teeth exploded juice in her mouth.

"Dumpling? With truffles and wild mushroom." A smile touched her lips as she caught the last bite of mirin. "Ooooh, the balance is incredible."

He wiped a trickle of moisture from her bottom lip. "Good lass. It was dumpling filled with porcini, chanterelles and truffle oil. Did you like it?"

She grinned, licking her lips. "Uh-huh. It was yum."

"Alright, next one." She waited, her senses going on high alert. "Open for me."

Her body relaxed as if trying to respond to the command. Before she could take a whiff of what's coming next, Jamie pushed the morsel into her mouth. She tasted something creamy, thick cheese combined with a hint of garlic, olive oil, sweet basil and crisp tomato.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Mozzarella cheese, my favourite. And tomato ...so fresh and so good, like it was recently plucked from the vine. And basil ...this is so heaven!"

He chuckled, and his hand began stroking her cheek, soothing her into a more relaxed trance. The simplicity of the flavours flowed through her, and she allowed herself to lean back. "Ye're very good at this, Sassenach and the faces ye're making, is making it hard for me to concentrate," he said in a low voice, his finger trailing down her throat. "Do ye want more?"

She nodded eagerly this time. "Uh-huh."

"I want to take off yer top."

She was caught off-guard by his request. His outrageous demand was over the top, aware that there's a possibility Willie and Geillis could walk in on them anytime even though she knew they went out for dinner. But still, the whole scenario was turning her on and she felt brazen. "Do it for me, then."

Not saying another word, he unbuttoned her blouse with deft fingers, and the cool air rushed at once over her exposed skin. For her, it felt so outrageously decadent to be sitting in the kitchen, blindfolded and having Jamie feed her. As her mind began to wander and ponder what was going to come next, he took her by surprise when his mouth suddenly clamped on her nipple and started sucking through the lace fabric of her bra, flicking his tongue back and forth. She gasped and automatically arched toward him. Before her hands could grip his shoulders, he was gone, and she was grasping air. Next, she heard a clatter of utensil hitting the countertop, the rustle of paper and Jamie whistling. Each second twisted the tension in her stomach to another knot.

She tried to even out her breaths as she felt him come closer, but he spoke quite calmly. "Ready for yer next bite, Sassenach?"

She nodded.

"Open."

She did and bit down. It was flaky and smelled of the river. There was a hint of teriyaki sauce and spring onion, but it didn't overwhelm the natural flavour of the fish.

"Salmon! Oh ...and it's beautifully cooked."

"Mmm, very good." As she chewed and swallowed, he unhooked her bra, and her breasts spilt free into his waiting hands. The combination of his touch and the lingering flavour of food in her mouth made her shiver. Coasting his finger over her stomach, he traced the waistband of her skirt. "Lift yer hips, Sassenach, this is coming off."

Her inner rational voice wanted to tell him absolutely not, but her body had a mind of its own as her hips lifted to their own accord.

She heard his sharp intake of breath. "Beautiful ...so beautiful. It never stops, does it? The wanting ye?" he whispered as he stroked and caressed her calves and upward, gently parting her legs. She hissed, unable to get a word to pass her mouth. "We have two tastes left. Let's get ye something to wash it down with."

She could only whimper at the loss of his touch as he stood up and made his way back again in the kitchen. A cupboard door slammed, and the sound of liquid being poured into a glass echoed in her ears. "Just a wee sip because it's alcohol. Let me know what ye think."

He cupped her chin and tipped the glass to her lips. The wine trickled down her throat, the scent of blackberries drifting to her nostrils and soaking her mouth. She relished the intense tannins and boldness of flavour. "Red wine. I can taste berries. Cabernet Sauvignon?"

"Aye, it's Cabernet Sauvignon. Pregnancy has definitely heightened yer senses. Have a little more and then that's enough. It's not good for the baby."

As she took another sip, his palm cupped her between her thighs, taking her by surprise.

Her hips shot up, and the wine slid down her throat. "Stunning," Jamie murmured as if she was one of his scientific experiments.

A choked laugh escaped her throat. She thought they had both gone bonkers acting out a foodie sex scene, yet she didn't want him to stop and needed him to finish where he'd taken her. "Stop teasing me, Jamie," she said hoarsely. "I need ..."

"Hush, I ken what ye need, Sassenach. Lift up."

And she did, and he carefully slid down her panties.

She waited for his hands or his mouth, but there was only cold air. "Jamie?"

"Oh, holy Christ!"

Oh, holy Christ, what? She was confused for a moment and then she remembered the Brazilian wax treatment she had from earlier. All of a sudden, her face heated up and she tried to squeeze her legs together in embarrassment. "I guess I've gone over the top. Y-you don't like it?" she asked stammering.

He didn't answer her question. "Legs apart, Sassenach, I want to see," he demanded in a low voice.

She obeyed, completely helpless, wishing she could see his reaction. There was a long moment of silence. Jesus, why isn't he saying anything?

He didn't utter a word, as she felt him move away from her. Every muscle in her body was locked with tension as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Instead, when he came back, his fingers pushed past her lips and laid a sample on her tongue.

Chocolate truffle! Bittersweet, rich and creamy. The chocolate coated her tongue and melted in her mouth, making her smile. "Oh God! That's lush," she said huskily.

Without warning, the blindfold was suddenly ripped off, his mouth taking hers in an urgent kiss. Then his tongue slid in to taste the residual flavours in Claire's mouth while his fingers slid between her legs.

It didn't take long, and she came hard, bucking against the chair, a dozen sensations pulling her in different directions. Jamie muttered something incoherently, hiked her up against him and stumbled into her bedroom. In a few seconds, he dropped her on the bed and shed his clothes.

She was still shaking from the after-effects of her orgasm when he pushed her knees back and took her in one full, deep thrust. Sweat dripped from his brow as he locked gaze with her. At that moment, her heart burst open, filling her with light and immense love flowing out of her and surrounding them.

"You've always been mine," he whispered.

Her body welcomed him as her inner walls clamped hard around his cock. He took her wildly, and she gave it back to him, with the sting of her nails, with the ragged cries of his name and the thrust of her hips. And when they both exploded together, he wrapped his arms tight around her body, keeping her safe within the circle.

Racked with pleasure, he collapsed on top of her, muttering her name like a litany of prayer and worship.

It took a while before they got their heartbeats and breathing back to normal and reality broke through. Then Claire started to laugh against his chest, and he smiled down at her. "Wow, Jamie, what just happened there?"

"I dinna ken. I did plan on a slow seduction, but after I saw ye bare down there, I just lost it. I kinda feel like a dirty old man liking it, but I must admit, it looks verra pretty. Was I too rough?" he asked, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

She found it endearing how his accent became more pronounced when he was sex-drunk. Smiling, she propped herself on her elbow, her finger tracing the whorl of hair on his chest. "No ...it was everything, Jamie."

"Good. Now that mama is well-fed and satisfied, it's the baby's turn," he laughed, pulling her out of bed.

He was full of surprises of late, and she was only too happy for him to lead. "What did you have in mind?"

Scooping her up in his arms, he bit her earlobe gently. "First shower. Then I'll make us hot cocoa. And how about a film afterwards?"

"Sounds grand to me," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he walked them to the bathroom.

An hour later, they were settled with their mugs of steaming hot cocoa in front of the television. Dressed in his t-shirt, she cuddled next to him under the blanket.

They were just getting to the exciting part of the film when there was a loud knock on the door, making Claire jump.

She was about to get up when Jamie pulled her back. "I'll get it."

"It could be Geillis and Willie. She sent me a message earlier that she left her keys in her office."

He nodded and made his way to the door. The next consecutive knocks were louder and more urgent. "Coming ..." Jamie's loud voice called out as he hurried, the limp still slightly evident in his stride.

Claire put down the mug on the coffee table and got up from the sofa. She had an unerring instinct it wasn't Geillis knocking on the door.

"Isobel! What are ye doing here?"

It was Geneva's sister looking stressed and worried. "Is Claire here?"

Claire walked up to them, a niggling sensation starting to stir in her belly. She knew the girl, but they had hardly exchanged a full sentence since coming back to Lallybroch. Confused, she wondered why the girl was asking after her. "Isobel, what's the matter?"

Jamie waved Isobel in and closed the door behind her, worry etching his brows. "Is it Donas?"

Isobel shook her head, her eyes filled with panic and dread. "No, no, Donas is fine. I-i-i-it's my sister. She plans to do something terrible. I-i found her diary and a lot of awful things are written about y-you and the things she wants to do. It's so horrible, I c-c-can't even say it, " she stammered, glancing at Claire. "A-and yesterday I found a bottle of sulfuric acid under her bed. At first, I didn't think much about it because my father uses it to clean metals on the farm. B-but earlier I looked it up and found articles about it being used in acid attacks. A-a-and I started to wonder why she had it under her bed."

Jamie ran a hand through his hair, ragged breath whooshing out of him.

Claire suppressed her panic, not wanting to jump to false conclusions. "Isobel, maybe she's just ranting in her diary. There has to be an explanation for the acid under her bed ..." She knew instantly her rationalisation sounded lame the moment it came out of her mouth.

"N-no, she's been obsessing about you ever since her job application at the hotel was turned down by Brian. I c-can't stand back and do nothing ...and ..."

Their conversation was interrupted by another knock on the door, making them all jump.

"It must be Geillis," Claire sighed as she looked at Jamie.

Before Jamie could respond, Isobel turned around and opened the door. Then everything happened in a blur. One minute they were all standing there, expecting Geillis to come in and in the next, Isobel was on the floor howling in pain as she clutched her upper body.

Standing in the doorway was Geneva holding an empty bottle, and her eyes widened in horror as she watched her sister collapsed. "No, no, Isobel ...no, no ...I'm so sorry. Oh my God, what have I done," she cried as she fell to her knees beside her sister.

It must have been adrenaline, fear or her heightened instinct but Claire didn't take any chances as she grabbed a decorative vase on the console table and smashed it on Geneva's head. Numbly, Claire watched her crumple beside her sister as she slowly backed away.

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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