#i feel like the boy ends up being close to Klaus

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A Wolf’s Perfect Mate -Klaus M.

I’ve been hesitant to write stuff like this, despite the fact that I write fics like this just for me all the time, but I’m glad to know I’m not he only depraved person here. I hope this is everything you want it to be.

Dead Dove-Do Not Eat

Don’t Like=Don’t Read

Klaus never meant to find her in the first place.

Klaus found out who his real father was when he was 6, his mother had to tell the truth so that he wouldn’t be alone when he first began turning. Werewolves shift for the first time during puberty. Klaus’ father was a very good teacher, and treated the boy much better than Mikael, so Klaus enjoyed their time together. He began shifting at 11, the full moons being something he can’t resist and it took another few years for him to gain control during them but by the time he was 14 he was spending all night every full moon running with his pack…until he turned 16.

Y/n had moved to town 2 weeks earlier and while Klaus quite liked her, she was almost instantly popular and he knew he had no shot. That full moon however his wolf didn’t give him a choice, Klaus had thought he was insane for hearing his wolf talking about her in his head (his wolf never really caring for anyone before) but here he sits, fully shifted, in the woods behind her house as she does her homework in the shed which seems more like a bedroom from what he can tell from the window.

He couldn’t control his paws for the first time in years as his wolf brought him here and now he refused to leave, staring at Y/n in awe. Klaus could practically feel his cock swelling desperately as he stared at her and it seemed his whines were too loud when her head snapped up and she moved to the door to peek outside.

Once again Klaus couldn’t move as he tried to keep her from seeing him but his wolf said “no” very clearly when his feet wouldn’t move. ‘Holy shit!’ She gasped, lunging back as she saw him staring at her, the abnormally large wolf clearly startling her. ‘Um…hi? Are you okay?’ She asked and Klaus had to remind himself that she doesn’t know who he is and wasn’t actually asking him, though he found it touching that she was asking his wolf if he was alright…his girl is so sweet. ‘Are you hungry?’ She spun around to go back inside and while he knew she would come back he once again couldn’t stop as he walked into the small shed (that he took up nearly a quarter of), making her gasp as she turned around. ‘Don’t hurt me, please?’ She pleaded softly as if to not startle him and he shook his head. ‘Woah…do…do you understand me?’ He dropped his chin in a nod and her jaw fell, dropping the bag of chips to the floor where he licked a few from the plastic and ate them before sitting down. ‘So you’re an overly large wolf that can understand me and answer my questions…cool. Okay Y/n, don’t panic.’

Klaus whined, creeping closer and resting his big head on her lap which caused her to gasp but she didn’t push him away, taking a moment before petting his head and beginning to scratch behind his ears. He whined again, rolling onto his back on the floor and waiting for her to rub his belly and he wasn’t sure if it shocked her or him more.

‘You’re such a sweet boy, aren’t you?’ Now Klaus understands why dogs love this so much, belly rubs feel incredible!

He ended up laying beside her on her bed while she did the homework Klaus still hadn’t done himself and every now and again she would take a break to give him scratches. He was actively ignoring his pack searching for him but there was something about this girl that pulled him in, and not just him but his wolf.

Y/n drifted off somewhere around 1 am and he stayed there with her, she hadn’t needed a blanket as she wrapped her arms around his body and eventually he drifted off as well. It wasn’t until 4:30 that he awoke again knowing he was close to changing back and woke her to let him out. He knew she was waiting for him to come back and it hurt his heart but he couldn’t and this time his wolf begrudgingly listened to him, running back home before he shifted back. He ran back to the home he stayed in with his father since he had turned 10, finding his phone and not taking but 2 minutes to find her on Instagram and spending the next 20 minutes looking through her pictures, his wolf howling in his head as he saw her again. It was at that point that his father walked into the house, a questioning look on his face.

‘Would you like to tell me where you were?’ He asked and Klaus settled himself to be screamed at before explaining exactly what had happened tonight. ‘Oh my boy, you’ve found your mate. Congratulations!’ He grinned, clapping Klaus on the shoulder. He had heard the term ‘mate’ a few times since meeting his father but not often and he didn’t really know what it meant. ‘Every wolf has a mate, their other half, though we’re not all lucky enough to meet them this young, you have truly been blessed son-‘

‘Blessed?! How have I been blessed?! A girl like her will never give me the time of day! She’s pretty, and popular, and perfect! I’m just a freak who’s only friend is the howling animal in my head!’ His dad rolled his eyes, finding his sons excuses to be stupid and pointless.

‘Klaus, our mates are our mates for a reason, they’re perfect for us. Popular or not, that doesn’t matter, she will feel it too. Not quite as strong as you do until you’re mated, but she will. Trust your wolf, he knows what he’s doing, and he knows what he needs. He is driven to care for and protect his mate, she will notice you eventually, I promise. She’s also the only non-pack member you’ll ever be able to tell about what you are, she is your mate and that makes her family. Try not to worry Niklaus, I’m sure she’ll be yours soon enough.’ With that his father told him to go to bed, always taking him in for a half day after a full moon so that he could get some sleep. All he saw was her though, his perfect little mate staring back at him with a smile on her face.

He dreamed of her arms wrapped around him again, a comforting warm feeling of having his mate snuggle up with his wolf…his dream turning much less innocent quickly when it comes to his wolfs desperation to rut his mate and while he had never imagined it before, it’s all he could think about now, his perfect little mate presenting herself for him, tasting her perfect little cunt before mounting her and-

He jumped up in his bed as his alarm went off, groaning at the raging erection he was going to have to deal with before getting up to get in the shower.

The half day was long as he was so tired, but at least he got to see her, staring at her in the library as they all worked on a book report that Klaus couldn’t give less of a shit about. It wasn’t until the end of the day after that, that he saw her again and Klaus felt his feet moving without his consent again. As he tried to stop he was overcome by the growl in the back of his head and the sound of his father telling him to trust his wolf. He was stood at the bottom of the stairs when he finally stopped, hearing a squeal before he looked up and thanked God for his wolfy reflexes as he opened his arms and caught his mate as she tripped down the last few steps. He held her to his chest and they both froze, looking into each others eyes as if in a trance, Klaus’ wolf howling in his head at having his mate in his arms and her seeing those eyes from last night all over again…but that’s impossible.

‘What the fuck? Put her down you freak!’ A voice snapped and just before a hand grabbed onto Y/n, Klaus placed her on her feet and grabbed the hand, twisting it painfully away from her.

‘Oh God! You are really strong, aren’t you?’ She asked him and all Klaus could do was blush.

‘You fucking freak, you are gonna pay for that.’ The jock that Klaus had never bothered to learn the name of snapped.

‘Sean! That’s enough! He saved me, stop behaving like a caveman!’ His mate was…sticking up for him?

She’s adorable when she’s angry.

‘Thank you, um…it’s Klaus, isn’t it?’ He nodded his head and she smiled. ‘I’m Y/n. Thank you Klaus, you just saved me some major embarrassment…and probably a few injuries.’

‘You’re welcome Y/n.’ Sean threw his arm around Y/n’s shoulder and pulled her away before she could say anything else and Klaus glared back at him, hating the asshole that gets to touch his mate, that should be him!

By the time Klaus got home he was ready to collapse into bed and call it a night, even if he’d only been at school half a day. That’s when his phone chimed and he looked down to see he had a new follower on his Instagram. He saw Y/n’s page shining back at him and a notification that he had a message from her, opening it to see a phone number. His stomach was doing somersaults as he quickly saved the number and texted it, her name and a question mark as if she would give him someone else’s number.

Mate: Who else would it be🤣

Her response put him at ease as he messaged her back again, and she promptly answered him. They spent the rest of the night like that, texting back and forth, getting to know each other and he couldn’t believe the fact that his father was so right!

They texted through the next few days before they decided to hang out, Y/n coming to Klaus’ place after school on Friday and spending time together for the first real time since he was a wolf. Speaking of wolves.

‘You have a lot of wolf stuff in your house.’ She commented as she looked around the living room and they did, decorations and carvings, their pack emblem being almost everywhere.

‘Yeah, it’s kind of a family thing I guess. If it freaks you out we can go to my room.’

‘No, it doesn’t freak me out, I like wolves…we can go to your room though.’ She shrugged and he thanked God for his abilities again because he could smell just how nervous she was. He didn’t understand how she came off so calm and relaxed while she was so nervous, but he admired it. He took her hand, leading her through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. His fathers room was the entirety of the basement so Klaus had the master bedroom which he loved, having to share a room with Kol his whole life until he moved here at 10. ‘Wow! This is huge!’ Klaus smiled, sitting down on his bed with her beside him as she looked around. ‘You have a lot of art work, do you paint a lot?’ He nodded.

‘Yeah, it’s a hobby. I hoped to go to school for it but I already have a job here lined up after school so I get to just keep doing it whenever I want.’ She smiled at that.

‘That cool. It’s nice that you know what you’re gonna do…I don’t want to go to college, I’m garbage at school and I know I’m just gonna flunk out but my parents insist. I have savings and they want me to use that to pay for the first few semesters and then go into debt after so that I can get a job that will suffocate me for the rest of my life…I’m sorry…I don’t know why I just told you that.’ She blushed a deep shade of red and his wolf howled in the back of his head, pushing him to comfort her.

‘It’s okay, I…I like that you’re so comfortable around me. If you don’t want to go to school then don’t, use the money to figure out what you want…maybe you’ll know by the time we’re done school.’ He shrugged but she shook her head.

‘I doubt it…I’ve always felt like my parents just want rid of me. I’m their last kid and once I’m gone they’re done, they’re shit parents already anyway but…I always wanted a real family, one that just feels comfortable and safe, you know?’ He nodded right away.

‘Honestly I do. My dads family is like that for me, once I moved away from my mom and step dad I felt so much better, this place is…home.’

‘I’m glad you have that Klaus. You deserve it.’ He hugged her to his side and she rested her head on his shoulder.

‘You do too.’

He quickly found out that Sean wasn’t Y/n’s boyfriend which he thanked the Gods for, giving him the chance to ask her out himself and he did. Since that first weekend at his house they spent almost every day together and he took her on dates every weekend, loving that he got to make his girl feel special. He wanted to give her everything. Klaus knew that Y/n wasn’t the normal girl their age, she didn’t want to attend college or get a fancy job, even if she never said it out loud he knew she just wanted to be safe and loved for the first time in her life. It’s what he had wanted before finding out what he was too and he knew that’s why she was his perfect mate, and he wanted so badly to give her that. To give her a home and a family, to protect his mate the way he was driven to and he thanked the Gods that she seemed happy around his pack because he knew he could give her everything here.

Klaus spoke to his father about Y/n, and he knew that once they graduate she could come and live with him, he’ll have a job in the pack, his own place on their land and be able to take care of her…as long as she knew about him first. He didn’t know how to go about that though, it’s not a normal conversation to have honestly, he worried for a while about how to tell her but thankfully he didn’t have to. She figured it out herself.

It had been a month since Klaus had met Y/n and once again his wolf was excited to go and visit his mate, sprinting all the way to her house, seeing her in her room which he now knows is the she-shed out back that she turned into a bedroom so her parents didn’t bother her. He whined as he approached the door, scraping it gently and it opened quickly, her smile growing wide at seeing him.

‘Hey buddy! You came back!’ She moved to let him in and shut the door behind him before turning and petting his head gently but still cautiously. ‘Where have you been, huh? I was starting to think it was all a dream.’ He hopped onto the bed beside her and ate the cheese puffs she fed him for a few minutes before she reached for her phone. ‘Klaus is never gonna believe this.’ She spoke, FaceTiming him quickly and he watched her face fall when he didn’t answer. ‘He always answers, he answers me at 3am, what the hell?’ She tried again and once again he didn’t answer. ‘I hope he’s okay…’ Klaus felt guilty for not being able to answer her but what could he do? He just wanted to stay right here and snuggle up next to his mate. He laid his head down on her lap, smelling the heavy scent of her crotch right next to his nose and suppressing the response his body desperately wants to have. He could suddenly smell fear coming off of Y/n and he looked up to see her staring right back at him with a weird look on her face. ‘…Klaus?’ She asked and he felt his eyes widen and his ears go flat against his head. ‘You have the same eyes…you don’t answer your phone…the wolf can understand me and it’s a full moon every time you show up-Oh My God!’ She jumped from the bed and moved for the door making him lunge in front of her to stop her from leaving. She backed away slowly, clearly scared of how he was going to react so he whined, laying down on the floor and covering his nose with his paws as if to show her that he won’t hurt her and she seemed to agree to calm down, sitting back on her bed and staring at him. ‘Werewolves are real…cool…that’s cool, right? I mean it could be worse…’ he whined, nuzzling under her arm and making her scratch him. ‘Okay, I’ll chill out.’ She laughed, scratching his neck until he rolled over and enjoyed a belly rub once again. ‘This is the strangest thing I think I’ve ever done, I’m rubbing my boyfriends belly.’ He didn’t notice right away, enjoying the scratching that she was giving him though he realized quickly when she gasped and pulled away from him that she could see his erection coming out at the wonderful feeling she was giving him and he quickly jumped up. ‘It’s okay Nik, it’s not a big deal.’ She said, moving to touch him but he leaned away. ‘Hey, it’s not your fault, do I look upset?’ She didn’t, she looked as understanding as she always did and he both loved and hated it. ‘I don’t get upset when you’re human and it happens, why would I get upset now? Now let me rub your belly, come here.’ He rolled back over and did as she asked, enjoying the belly rubs she continued giving him. ‘It doesn’t hurt, does it? Like do you…do you need help?’ Did he hear her right? Did she just offer to help with his erection while he’s a wolf? He whined, feeling his cock begin to throb even harder as he pictured his mate with her hand wrapped around his red, swollen cock. He looked up at her as she stared at it before shrugging and reaching out to touch it, her fingers grazing down it before taking it in her hand and pumping it gently. His tongue flopped out of his mouth and he was panting like crazy as his cock just got bigger the more needy he got, his hips thrusting up into her hand and prompting her to move faster. ‘I’m not hurting you, right?’ He shook his head quickly from where it rested against her thigh. ‘It’s really hot…’ It was only another second of her stroking him before his cock began shooting out a truly impressive amount of cum. ‘Oh Fuck!’ She stroked him through it before using tissues to clean the mess off of her. ‘I can honestly say I did not see this being how my night went.’

It took a moment for him to begin thinking clearly again, feeling as if his wolfs mind was overtaken by the lustful ecstasy she had given him, staring up at her in awe before licking her face and making her giggle like crazy. His nose then trailed down her top, smelling her deeply and knowing how wet she is, practically tasting it on his tongue already making him whine and sit back to look at her.

‘No, it’s okay. You don’t need to-Ah!’ He cut her off, biting onto her pajama pants and pulling her forward quite hard, her whole body jerking with his firm yank. ‘Holy Shit, you’re strong! Okay! But no teeth!’ She warned and he rolled his eyes. Klaus may not have ever done this in his human body before but he did understand that she wouldn’t take kindly to teeth against her pussy…especially wolf teeth. She was dripping as she removed her panties, leaning back against her pillows awkwardly. He really wanted to be human right now and enjoy eating her out for the first time while he had opposable thumbs but he would be happy with this. ‘Klaus, you know you don’t have to-Oh Fuck!’ She shouted as he licked his long tongue straight up her cunt, lapping at her roughly. She tasted like magic on his tongue and he knew he would never get enough of this making him wonder if she would continue letting him eat her out as a human. ‘Don’t stop! Never Fucking Stop! Oh God!’ He buried his long tongue into her hole as far as he could, his cold nose nudging against her clit and making her hips jump hard before he flinched back, watching her body go rigid as she came, squirting a bit onto the blanket covered bed. ‘Fuck, I’m sorry-‘ she was startled as he cut her off with a growl, not liking the idea of an apology for something so perfect and sexy before he licked at her pussy again, tasting her even stronger than before. ‘Okay, too much...Come here and snuggle.’ She instructed, pulling a fluffy blanket over her half covered body before stripping off the top layer and just laying there naked. With that he nuzzled back into her arms, feeling her hold onto his fur.

Y/n spent the rest of the night snuggled up against him asking every yes or no question she could think of since he couldn’t really answer her, she asked all she could about werewolves and him and his family but never once did she say anything about how she feels about any of it…or him.

Klaus left at the same time as last time, her scratching his ears and yawning a ‘goodbye’ before watching him run off and as soon as he got home and shifted back he jumped into the shower, getting ready for school and completely forgoing any kind of sleep. He ran passed his father who was taking a nap on the couch and made his way to school a bit too early, waiting for Y/n to get there, texting her repeatedly but not getting an answer.

The longer he waited the more sick he felt, she was always at school no matter how much she had slept…and she always answered him…

He felt like he was being a bit stupid for being so worried but he couldn’t help it. He had never told anyone his secret before, not even his family, and now that she knows the only thing he can seem to picture is her telling him that she can’t see him anymore, that she’s afraid of him, that he’s a monster and she regrets ever letting him touch her…he needs to see her.

He never walked into the school as she never arrived, running back through the woods all the way to her house and trying to peek into her room only to find the blinds shut. Klaus knew he shouldn’t just walk in but he needs to see her, the near constant growl in the back of his head now controlling his actions. His wolf had never controlled his human body before but it feels as if he is when he can’t stop his legs from taking him to her doorstep or his fingers from reaching for the handle. He opened her door to see it was unlocked which was odd and he immediately thought she must be in the house or gone but when he peeked in he saw her asleep in her bed, clearly unconscious. ‘Y/n? Princess?’

‘Mmhmmm…’ she hummed and he smiled. ‘Finally…come snuggle me.’ She held her arms out tiredly, moving over and making room for him to crawl in where he had been snuggled up an hour before. He locked her door, dropping his bag and stripping to his boxers before he climbed in. ‘Why didn’t you come when I texted?’ She asked, clearly still half asleep.

‘You didn’t text me Princess, I’ve been texting you.’ He picked up her phone and opened it to see a message typed out.

Just come back when you can and skip with me, too tired to go to school.

‘Y/n, you never sent it.’ He chuckled and she giggled, snuggling into his warm chest and pulling the blankets around him more. ‘Y/n?’ He questioned and she grunted. ‘You’re not afraid of me, are you?’ Her eyes flew open and she moved to look down at him with an aggravated look on her face.

‘Seriously? You think I would have let you in here, and let you stay the whole night talking to you if I was scared? Invited you back?’ He shook his head and she leaned down, nose to nose with him. ‘You think I would have touched your cute little cock if I was afraid?’ His eyes widened and he growled playfully, pulling her against him tightly and pressing his lips to hers.

‘Thank you…I just needed to hear you say it.’ He admitted. Klaus had never been vulnerable with anyone but with Y/n it was easy…it was comfortable. She felt safe to him, as safe as he felt to her.

‘I love you Nik. And I would never tell anyone if that’s your next worry.’ He shook his head.

‘It wasn’t. I trust you.’

‘Good. Now go to sleep wolf boy. I’ll ask the rest of my questions later.’

‘Good. By then it will be time for you to meet my family.’

Please let me know your thoughts on this one. I’m very set on doing a part 2 cause even I want to know what happens next🤣

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pairing : sparrow!ben hargreeves x fem!reader, past!umbrella!ben hargreeves x fem!reader

genre : angst, heartwarming, hurt-comfort

warning : prepare your tissue if you’re attached to umbrella!ben ig

summary : in which she found glimpse of them together through his eyes—the man that wore the face of the love of her life

wordcount : 3k

a/n : inspired by the song glimpse of us by joji. and i am aware that there are a lot of stories especially these days. If there are resemblance between this story with others then that is completely out of my control. great minds thinks alike after all. requested by @torchioethan i’ll try my best to interpreted the song to their relationship. the story is up to your interpretation by the way. on my remus lupin angst i wrote “some endings are meant to he interpreted differently.” also do you think this is ooc for sparrow!ben? cause this is what i think he’ll act like in this situation. also i put some addie larue reference in this iykyk

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Have you ever lost someone and then you just feel like you see that someone everywhere? Every place, every street, everyone, reminds you of the memories you hold dearly close to your heart no matter how hurt it is to remember for you refuse to ever forget about it. It hurts so much it does, but that’s the price you have to pay.

The first time she saw him again after going back from the 60s with the dysfunctional bunch of siblings, she thought she was dreaming. Perhaps, it’ll be easier if it were just a dream. Cause now she has to look at the face—at the body of someone who once had loved her and found nothing. A stranger with the face of the love of her life.

Same name. Same face. Different memories.

But does it all even matter now? The world is ending in hours. She could meet her Ben again, that only if he really does exist. She has never been the one to fully understand the concept of time and Five doesn’t speak in a language that she is capable of understanding.

She raised her glass of champagne in Luther’s direction as he danced with his newfound love before averting her gaze to take a look around the room. Diego and Lila being in each other's arms. Klaus being Klaus. Five who seem to be enjoying his time with the number of empty glasses on his table. And lastly, him. Sitting on the table far back from everybody else, drinking quietly as his eyes, too, roamed around the room. Even from a distance between the two, she could tell that he was judging all of them silently.

Slowly she rose and walked toward him with her glass wrapped around her fingers. Once she arrived at the spot, she gestured to the seat next to him. “May I?” Without hearing any response from him, she sat herself on the seat, putting her glass on the table. “The party is over there yet you distance yourself from the others, emo boy.”

He rolled his eyes at the nickname she gave him. “If anyone here is emo that would be your brother. All brooding, laying down alone in my room, wearing nothing but black.” He looked over at Viktor and she followed his line of gaze. “First, Viktor isn’t emo, and second, you just prove my point here.” She gestured to his situation right now. “You just described yourself.”

The look in his eyes was nothing like her Ben as he glared at her, glass tightly wrapped around his fingers. “Look, if you’re going here just to brag about your oh-so-perfect Ben. The others had took their chance every time they passed me so don’t even bother.” He leaned forwards to her—trying to somewhat looking intimidating as she looks at him, totally unfazed by it.

“No.” She leaned closer to him as he leaned back, clicking her glass with his. “That is a too sensitive topic for me to talk about. Actually, I was trying to give you some company.”

“Well, I don’t need your company.” He talked back.

She leaned her back on the seat. “Too bad. I’m already comfortable sitting here.”

“Then I’ll just go away from here.” He got up, looking at her irritatingly, clearly annoyed by her presence. Turning around he began to walked away from the girl that has been haunting his mind, but then she said something that made him stop. “You know you don’t want to, Ben. You wished to stay here. You want someone to tell you to stay. So here I am doing you a favor by saying this.”

Walking back towards her, he pointed his finger right in front of her face, a look of exasperation plastered on his face. “You stay out of my head. Don’t even try to use it on me.” He said. “You think you know me. You know nothing about me. Nothing. I don’t need your company and I most certainly don’t need your pity. I don’t need you.”

Her gaze softened at his words, his last words may hurt a part of her but it was nothing she hadn’t heard before. “I don’t need my powers to know what you’re thinking, Ben. Besides, it never works on you. Not on you. Not on any version of you, I suppose.” She looks back to her glass, avoiding his gaze before feeling him walking away from her.

***

Looking at Luther and Sloane, she offered them a large smile. “I’m happy for the both of you. Wish we could have more time to know each other, Sloane.” She said, eyes falling onto the girl that is wrapped around Luther’s arms before looking back at the sky that is torn apart every second that passed. “With the world ending, there’s nothing anyone wants more than spending time with their loved ones. I know I would do the same.” She could feel Luther’s eyes on her as she said that. “Cherish the time you have left together, okay?” That were the last words she uttered before she went back inside the building, leaving the newlywed to have their moments alone.

What she didn’t know was the fact that Ben was listening to her words as he finally succeed to get rid of Klaus’s presence. He was about to grab another drink when he heard her saying that. Spending time with their loved ones. What is left of his family are only Sloane and Reginald. One who is currently with the man of her life. The other one probably conspiring something against someone. Sloane, his sister, what left of his bunch of adoptive siblings, sure there’s a part of him that cares for her although he won’t admit it out loud. On the other side, Reginald doesn’t deserve any love from anyone in the building. An ounce of him may won’t stop trying to prove himself to the guy but he’s sure that there is no love that he holds for the old man.

Before the girl who just entered the building could fully walk passed him, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at him expectedly, a look of nostalgia flashed for a second. Perhaps it’s the alcohol talking, but the words come out of his mouth without permission at all. “Want a drink?”

She let her hand out of his grasp, raising one of her eyebrows. “Did Klaus really manage to talk some sense into you? Or is it the alcohol talking?” She paused before answering the real question. “The answer’s yes by the way. But not here. Let’s go somewhere else.”

***

“A windowsill?”

“A quite spacious one, yeah.” She put herself in a comfortable position before patting the space in front of her. “Come on. There’s still much room left here.” Rolling his eyes slightly, he sighed before sitting in front of her. Both of them facing each other, on the windowsill as the world out there is falling apart. Her gaze stayed on him as he sat there trying to search for a comfortable position. A nostalgic smile went onto her face. Happiness and sadness all become one as a glimpse of her Ben took over his position for some split second.

A memory from her past.

“Out of every place in this goddamn hotel, you-“ He began to complain.

“Hey, the world is falling apart. Be grateful for a few seconds.” She looked out the window. “Ben would’ve loved this.” She muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“I am Ben.”

“Well, not you. I mean Ben Ben.”

“The other Ben?”

“No. You’re the—Can you just drink it already and try to not be an asshole?” She almost forced the alcohol down his throat if it weren’t for him who already doing that as she spoke before. She looked at him before averting her attention to her glass, muttering under her breath. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Not really. No.” His response caught her off guard as she wasn’t expecting him to even hear her. She pursed her lips, before taking a sip from her glass. “So you do need some company. Is this your attempt to not be alone at the end of the world? Was it because of the speech I gave earlier?” She put it down and then propped her chin on the top of her knee.

This time, he is the one that avoids her gaze, looking at the falling word around them from the window. “I thought you said it didn’t work on me.”

“Just because my powers don’t work on you. Doesn’t mean I’m an idiot who cannot connect the two dots together, emo boy.” She said.

He looks down for a few moments before looking back at her, an uncharacteristic look on his face. “Guess that—guess that makes me a special emo boy or what?” This time he didn’t complain about the nickname. Instead, he said the words that brings a smile to her face. She nodded slowly before leaning back to the window frame and with teary eyes she lets out a chuckle. “What?” He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

“You’re making it difficult for me to not cry. You see, you’re not supposed to say that. Not with that face.” She paused, taking a deep breath trying to not let the tears out just yet. “Gosh, you don’t just look like him or sound like him. Now, you talked like him. I suppose my prayers are granted in a way. I see you again now. Breathing and alive. Just not—just not the you that I need. It hurts looking into your eyes when all I see is him and yet there is no trace of him in this falling world.”

“What was he like?” His gaze stayed on her, less tense than usual. “Truly. What was he like?” He asked once more.

“What did the others say?” She asked back.

Hesitantly, he answered her question. “He was……kind. Selfless. A tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day. A know-it-all. A scold. Most of them-Most of them are bad qualities.” He furrowed his eyebrows together and seems to be frustrated not being able to decipher why the other Ben was so special compared to him. “I’m the Number One. Numero Uno. He wasn’t, was he? All of those praises about him, look how he ended up 6 feet under.”

Brushing over his last comment, she nodded her head. “Well all of them are true. He was a great guy, wasn’t he? One of the best that I ever knew.” Her eyes trailed over the window. “I first met them all when I was around the age of 8 or 9. He was hiding behind Klaus or Number 4 at that moment. He was never been the one to love the public attention but somehow tried to gain mine. I suppose that makes him sweet. After his death, none of us have been the same. All of us were drowning in a sense, well we all have been drowning for a long time. But since that happened, none of us could ever reach the shore.” Her chest got heavy just from thinking of that feeling.

“Where are you now?” He inched closer towards her.

She pursed her lips before letting out a deep breath. “Just floating around, I guess? Not drowning but not completely free either.” She thought about her last interaction with Ben. “Perhaps this is it. With the world ending, I’m getting closer to my final destination.”

Looking back at him, she continued her words. “Ben. He was-He was easier to love out of everyone in that room earlier, out of all the people I’ve known in my whole life. And mind you remember this, I love all of them greatly—well not all of them,” She referred to Reginald. “We all have a fair share of memories together, mostly in our youthful days that are full of trauma created by your daddy dearest—even I had some of mine too and I’m not even a Hargreeves.” Both of them chuckled at her words.

“Very much relatable that last bit. Klaus said a similar thing earlier. About how he was easier to love.” Ben inched closer once more, perhaps this is the alcohol talking, but seeing him open up his feelings to her like this makes her pay no mind to the fact that by tomorrow he’ll probably change into hard-shell Ben again. “That doesn’t seem fair. All of you love him like that yet none can do the same for me.”

Biting back a snarky remark, she decided to say something else instead. “One thing about him is that he makes love seem to be a casual thing to feel, I mean it is, truthfully it is but not many people have the opportunity to realize that.” She wiped a single tear away. “There are a lot of things to pay for when it comes to love. To any kind of love. Meeting you is one of those. The price I have to pay for this moment is not a kind one.”

He nodded quietly before looking back directly into her eyes. “I’m not him, you know?”

She chuckled at his words. “Of course, you’re not. I’ve said that already. If yes then I won’t be just sitting in front of you right now.” I would hold you and never let go like you had wished once before your last moments. The last part remained in her mind. Glimpses of them together flowed around the two, yet she was the only one to remember. “It is a lonely thing, isn’t it? To remember when the other person doesn’t.”

“What if……the other person does?” Her head snapped back towards him as he said so. Letting out a shuddered breath, she opened her mouth to ask what he means by that but she wasn’t able to find her voice at all. Then he continued his words. “You know what sucks, you have all of these memories with your Ben and I-” He took a glance at the sky before looking back at her. “And the only recollection I have about you is the one I had in my dreams. The one that I forgot the moment that I woke up. The one I wished to remember because there’s this feeling that I can’t understand every time I am in that dream.”

“You said all you see when you look into my eyes are him. Yet when I see into yours all I see is you. No other version you. Just you you cause you’re the same one from my dreams. The dreams that left only glimpses in my memory. But then even in those dreams, you were with him, I suppose. That happy feeling was his feelings, it was never mine, to begin with. All this time I was dreaming of someone else’s memories.” Tears stream down her face as she takes in the look in his eyes, the same look he used to give her.

This Ben would never be her Ben. He was already gone from her world. Leaving nothing but the memories that remain in her heart. Nothing but the feeling that she would always feel till the moment she passed. Meeting this Ben had brought heavy feelings to her heart. Makes her yearn to see a glimpse of him in his eyes. And when she found what she was looking for, hurt was all she found. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

He smiled bitterly. “Out of everyone, I thought you hated me the most.” He said. Recalling her avoiding him at all cost during their first interactions when the Umbrella first comes back to the timeline. The look in her eyes when she first laid her gaze on him was one that he will not forget.

She looked at him with sadness in her eyes. “That is an ability that I am not capable of. I cannot afford that. I don’t think I could even if I tried. You’re too much like him. Any version of you they all-well, I’ve only met two of you but you’re much more alike than I thought you do. Your feelings. The way both of you feel, I found it beautiful.”

A comfortable silence engulfed both of them as the two leaned back to the window frame simultaneously. The world is still falling around them. Slowly fading away from reality. Most people are already gone, reuniting with their loved ones on the other side.

“You were right.” His voice makes her look back at him. He offered the palm of his hand to her, so she made up a scissor using her point and middle finger. “I won.” She said with a large smile on her face.

Ben rolled his eyes. “You’re so childish. I couldn’t see why he loved you so much.” He said, clearly lying.

She crossed her arms. “Oh, the alcohol finally worn out? I was enjoying the non-asshole you.”

“Oh shut up.” He hushed her.

“What was I right about?” She waited for his response.

He met her eyes once more. She could tell that he was hesitant about it. “With the world ending, there’s nothing anyone wants more than spending time with their loved ones. Any kind of love.” Her eyes stayed locked with him as she reached for his palm once more, a warm smile on her face.

“Any kind of love.” She replied back.

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[beeoftheanxieties]

So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

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[fitzs-trained-monkey]

❄️To Run Afoul of Winter❄️

(Not my Gif.)

Request by: @unstablereader

Title: To Run Afoul of Winter

Word Count: 12,000

Warnings: Casual violence, some language, seasonal depression, segmented flashbacks.

Summary: In your human life you had been born a cripple - a frail, feeble little thing barely clinging to life. It was a miracle you survived long enough to join your siblings in becoming the first vampires. Bouts of what your family called Frost-Sickness kept you bed ridden each winter and despite your twin brother's efforts to cheer you up, life just hardly seemed worth living. When you turned, your body grew stronger, but so did your mental affliction. This is your story. || Mikaelson Family x sibling!reader || Here lies my Masterlist ||

A/N: This was written in like two days of an absolute writing frenzy. I know the request would have preferred Klaus to be the reader's twin but I just couldn't figure that out in my brain. Sorry! I hope you like it anyway. Also, one more thing. This fic is the first official fic of Cassie's Christmas at the Compound 2022 which I'll be kicking off later today as I was too lazy to do it on Dec. 1st. Thanks for being here and supporting my writing. Happy reading!

❄️STORY BEGINS BELOW❄️

Northern Virginia, Viking Colony: December 21st, 998 A.D.

"Sister?" You recognized the speaker instantly - you always had and you always would. Just as one always recognizes their own reflection, you could never forget the voice of your other half. 

You didn't say anything in reply, offering a soft hum instead. You didn't feel much like talking.

"We're lighting the bonfires," He continued. "Come along now before you miss all the fun!"

That wasn't really what he'd said all those years ago. No, your native language had long since been lost to time, morphing into a variety of tongues since then. You and your siblings were likely the only ones in the world who still knew it in its pure form - not that you spoke it anymore. You hadn't spoken your native language in so long, not even with each other. There was something lonely about it and the lot of you were already so alone.

Especially you. After all, what did you have besides dreams to keep you company in your most quiet estate? But that was beside the point.

"Really?" You lifted your head from the pile of skins that made up your bed. "They're starting so soon?" 

Standing in the doorway, the boy’s dark eyes widened in alarm that quickly faded into concern. "Y/N…" He began cautiously. "What day do you think it is?"

You had thought about that. Of course, you should have known something so trivial yet so vital to your livelihood but keeping track of the days seemed like such an exhausting chore. Akin to many things lately.

"Is it not eleven days to winter?" You asked, tilting your head. Then again, the village was lighting bonfires… but no, you couldn't have been Frost Sick for seventeen days! That was absurd.

Your twin's lips pressed into a thin line - they did that when he was worried and that was how you knew it must have been serious. For Kol son of Mikael was so rarely a worried soul.

The boy shook his head. "Y/N, it's the first day of Year's End - of bonfire season…" His voice thinned, close to breaking. "The harvest is plentiful, the moon is waning, and Odin smiles upon us. Can you not abate the sickness but one evening? Will you not join us?" He entreated you. "Will you not join me?" And oh how your twin had cherished the season so. Always first to cast his wish into the flames, always the first to dance, always the first to smile and laugh like the boy he had been so long, long ago. 

You didn't want to disappoint him, but you felt so weak. The chill of the evening air pricked at your skin and bones, threatening to sink into your very soul. "I-I don't-"

"Please, sister? Bring your blankets with you if you must, just please come celebrate?" Your brother begged. His eyes were once wide with innocence, love, concern, and yearning. His eyes didn't look like that anymore. For long since had darkness shrouded them, rendering their pine-bark depths as hollow and empty as this memory that you sought comfort in. The boy standing before you in your dream was naught but an illusion. Your twin had perished in the dark, alone and frightened, in years left to history long since forgotten. 

And the creation that had taken his place?

You weren't entirely sure who he belonged to. For certainly he was your sweet, fun-loving, intuitive brother often enough but from time to time the bloodlust consumed him entirely and that creature was not one you recognized. He was not your twin.

Just so with all your siblings, if you were honest. They all had faded away - shells of the family you knew and adored. Animosity had grown between each of them. All except you. 

"Y/N?" His voice called to you again. Oh, how you missed the innocence in it. 

You lifted your head, clutching your blankets as you stood on frail, trembling, legs. "Coming! I'm coming, brother." 

The boy grinned and raced out the door. You followed him eagerly despite your limp. Passing under the arched doorway of your family's hovel, you found the scene outside blurred and out of focus. You blinked and your vision sharpened, although now you were no longer standing just outside your home. 

Northern Virginia, Viking Colony: October 31st, 988 A.D.

You were kneeling on a patch of frost-covered grass in front of a pile of wood stacked haphazardly. Kol knelt beside you and the sky overhead was bleak and gray.

"Show me again, brother," You demanded, buzzing with excitement, though you couldn't quite remember what for. "Please show me it again? I want to see."

"Y/N, you know father hates it," He said, frowning.

"Father isn't here and I won't tell him," You argued. "Please, Kol?"

"I don't know…"

Your voice quieted. "You're the only one that can help me," You insisted. "The Frost Sickness tugs at the edges of my mind even now. Your light is the only thing that keeps it at bay."

"Alright," He conceded with a sigh. "Just don't let it touch the firewood."

You nodded eagerly and held out your hands. Kol rubbed his own together vigorously before moving them close to his lips. 

"Incendia," He whispered. A spark burst in the air before his lips with a splitting crack and before long, bright orange flames leaped between his fingers. Some in your village whispered that Kol was cursed but you didn't believe them. Your brother was blessed by Frigga with the gift that was magic and he was brilliant in his craft. The boy grinned and glanced up at you. His eyes seemed lighter then, like a sunset. "Ready?" 

"Yes," You breathed, still in awe of your brother's magic. This was not the first you'd seen of it but it still amazed you all the same. "Yes, I'm ready."

Kol offered you another sweet smile. Shuffling a little closer, he gathered the fire in his hands before tilting them and letting it pour into your waiting palms. The flames flickered and danced, licking your fingers as they sent wave after wave of warmth radiating through your body and soul. You sighed. The magical fire burned away the creepings of your Frost Sickness, postponing it a little longer. You were lucky to have a twin like Kol for only the flames of his witchcraft could assist you with your illness.

You memorized his face then, the innocent, joyous, impishly youthful smile on his cheeks and in his eyes cast in the warm glow of the fire held in your palms. He hadn't smiled like that in so long. So, so long.

Northern Virginia, Viking Colony: March 31st, 989 A.D.

Left to your reverie only a moment, the scene before you shifted once again. It was spring, glorious spring all around you. The flowers were in bloom, the trees burst with leaves, and you were once again awake - wide awake. Crossing a bubbling brook with the confident leaps of a small child, undeterred by your bad leg, you admired the beauty of the moss-covered stones you employed as your bridge before continuing on to explore the forest. 

Along with having been born frail, you had also been born with a bad leg. The bones were a little misshapen and it couldn't support your weight. Ayana - the village's healer and foremost practitioner of magic, had fashioned you a splint to help you walk, and you had since refused to let it slow you down. Niklaus had carved for you a walking stick for balance and though you couldn't run, you could skip with the proficiency of a stone on a smooth lake. You danced between the trees as you chased a beautiful butterfly through the brush when a nearby shout brought you to a swift halt.

"Y/N!" That was the voice of your eldest brother, Finn. He didn't sound very pleased. Although, then again, Finn was rather easy to upset. 

"Be gentle, Finn." A different voice chastened. Elijah. "Y/N! Come out, little one!"

This, of course, only prompted you to duck behind a tree to hide as the footsteps of your brothers drew ever nearer. 

"Y/N!" Finn called again, attempting to sound a little less stern. "I swear, that child and her tvíburi are creations of Loki."

"You had best hope not," Elijah advised. "If either of them grow to be any more clever or cunning, then I fear we'll never be able to find them." 

You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips at his statement as you were rather flattered by his praise. Their footsteps began to fade a moment later and you peered out from your hiding spot to check.

"GOTCHA!" Without warning, two arms wrapped around you from behind and hoisted you into the air. You shrieked in surprise but soon began to laugh as you realized that it was Elijah who had captured you. He smiled warmly. "Hello, little one."

"How did you find me?" You wined, pouting a little. 

"Simple," Finn supplied. "We merely listened for the sound of complete disobedience and followed that."

Elijah sighed. "Finn…"

"No, brother. She needs to be taught," Finn said. He rounded on you again. "What were you thinking, running off on your own like that? Do you have any idea what could have happened? You could have gotten lost! You could have died!"

"B-but I was chasing pretty butterfly," You whimpered, beginning to tear up. 

"I don't care what you were doing!" Finn shouted. "Do you know what a wolf would do if it found you? Or Odin forbid - a bear? It would have-"

"Enough, Finn!" Elijah demanded. "That's enough!"

"Is it?" Your eldest brother argued. "Is she too young to understand the danger her frailty will bring to all of us? You know how mother worries about her. Tell me, Elijah - look at her! Is she not so very light to carry?"

"She is but a child," Elijah sighed. He knew Finn spoke the truth. You had been born small. Even now, you were hardly more than half the weight of your twin brother. 

"Rebekah is younger and yet she is heartier still and more stable on her feet." Finn stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You and Niklaus were always so fond of her. But how long do you really think Y/N will last - afflicted as she is? By tradition, Father should have left her to the gods."

You did not understand his words at the time. But no matter what Finn said, you weren't afraid. Finn liked to worry - he never wanted you to do anything - but Elijah, you knew, would always protect you. Nothing bad would ever happen as long as Elijah was there. And even as a child, you knew he always would be.

Elijah stood up a little straighter. "He tried if you recall. He left her in the woods all the night long but the forest would not take her. A fox and vixen stood guard over her until morning; small as she is, they deemed her worthy."

Finn didn't reply, or if he did, you didn't hear. You were far too busy watching a robin make its nest not far away until Elijah spoke to you again.

"Y/N, might you happen to know where your troublesome tvíburi is?"

"Noooooooo…." You lied. You absolutely knew where he was - you always did.

"I think you do," Elijah coaxed, poking you in the ribs. Giggling, you shook your head.

"I don't, though."

"He's probably attempting to burn one of our neighbor's homes to the ground," Finn suggested with a sigh.

Elijah sent you a questioning look and you shook your head again. 

"No!"

"Or torturing some innocent animal…"

"No, we're doing that tomorrow."

"Or hiding everyone's left boot…"

You giggled. Now, that was a fond, fond memory. It took Sven two days to find his boot and by that time he already had a foot full of splinters.

"Or putting worms in someone's pillow - likely mine…"

"Couldn't find any worms - they're still sleeping," You replied with a shrug.

"Or-"

"Alright! I'll tell you!" You finally huffed, rolling your eyes. "But don't tell Father."

"You have my word," Elijah promised before Finn could say anything. Your eldest brother had some annoying traits but he wouldn't make a liar out of Elijah. 

"Kol is making protection wards for Henrick and for everyone so bad things won't happen to us," You informed them in a whisper - this was a secret after all.

"Why is he making them, little sister?" Elijah wondered. 

You just shrugged. "I know not. He said something about having a bad dream last night."

"I see, and what's that little miscreant got you doing?" Finn asked. 

"Picking berries," You answered simply. Elijah let you down and you took each brother by the hand as they began walking back towards the village. 

"Berries? Why?" 

"Snacks!" You chirped. Then you tugged on their hands. "Swing me!" You commanded, bringing your knees up. Finn rolled his eyes but both your siblings caved to your demands, swinging you back and forth between them as they walked you home.

Northern Virginia, Viking Colony: November 10th 1000 A.D.

When the world shifted yet again, you were met with a familiar blackness. The furs of your bed brushed over your skin and the midsummer night was warm and wet though the cool draft breezing through the cave made it rather pleasant. Light from the full moon shone down through a crack in the ceiling overhead but you didn't mind - you liked the nightlight. The rustling of blankets sounded on your right and before long, the dark outline of one of your siblings was creeping its way toward the mouth of the cave. You sat up and pursued as silently as you could in spite of your limp. Though you tried your best, the walking stick Nik had carved for you clacked against the stone floor, alerting whoever was sneaking out to your presence. Still, you waited until you were out of earshot of the rest of your family to speak up.

"Where are you going?" You hissed into the dark, unsure who was doing the sneaking. The figure froze.

"Go back to sleep, Y/N," Niklaus's voice whispered back.

You stepped closer. "Nik? What are you up to?"

"Nothing." His response was too quick to be the truth. "Don't worry about it. Just return to your dreams."

"But I do worry about you, Niklaus," You said. "I know you admire the wolves - I can feel your curiosity." You had always been in tune with the thoughts and emotions of those around you. Sensing them came rather naturally to you, just as spellcasting came so easily to Kol. Somehow Niklaus's emotions had always been the most vibrant of all your siblings and his thoughts the easiest to read. It was probably why the two of you were so close.

"Your magic is growing stronger then?" Nik tried to change the subject but you didn't fall for it, knowing what weighed on his mind. You stepped closer, tilting your head.

"You feel like somehow… you belong with them… as if you're meant to be up there running with the pack." Your brows furrowed and your mouth twisted into a frown. Your eyes grew unfocused and your voice took on a droning quality. "Running. Yes, running. Running underneath the moon and the stars but not the sun. Running. Yes, running on and on forever… always and forever. Running. Running for eternity. Running wild, running scared, running hungry, running blind. Running cursed. Yes, we'll all be running cursed…"

"Y/N?" Niklaus jabbed your shoulder. When that didn't stop your mumbling, he took hold of your shoulders and gave you a firm shake. "Y/N, snap out of it!"

You blinked, shaking your head. Then you looked up. It wasn't odd for you to have visions. You had quite a few of them while your brother had only ever received maybe one or two. Most were rather mundane or just complete rubbish but every so often you would be privy to a glimpse into the future. This night had been one such time, though you hadn't realized the true extent of your visions' significance. You remembered this night. Yes, you remembered it all too well. It was but one year to the day that your mother cursed you all.

"Niklaus, do you not love me?" You asked suddenly, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"What? Of course, I do!" He insisted. "Why ask such a ridiculous question?"

"Because you feel like you belong with them - with the wolves," You explained. "But I don't want you to be with them. I want you to be here with me… and Finn, and Elijah, and Kol, and Rebekah, and Henrick. I don't want you to go and replace me."

Niklaus smiled fondly, reaching out to ruffle your hair. "Oh, sweet little sister… How could I ever replace you?"

"With a dog," You muttered.

He shook his head. "A dog can't find the perfect flowers to make paint out of - not like you can. I love you, Y/N. I'll always love you."

"Then don't sneak out to see the wolves," You pleaded. "They hurt someone tomorrow… or yesterday… I don't know. Can't remember the order. " The events were all jumbled up in your head. Past, present, and future all existed simultaneously and you had no way to distinguish which one was which.

"Did you have a vision?" He demanded. You nodded.

"Things change when you go," You told him. "Wait a little longer? I want one more bonfire season before this era comes to an end."

It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t understand what your words or your prophecy had meant - you hardly understood them yourself most times and the rest of your siblings stopped trying. Not that it mattered anymore. You no longer had visions, no longer cast spells nor drew wards. It wasn’t long after that night that everything fell apart. Henrick died and your mother cursed your family and everything - everyone - fell apart. 

Finn lost himself to self-loathing. He became as winter itself - cold and distant. Though you tried to reconnect with him, it seemed to you as though that was the last thing he wanted. 

Outskirts of Rome, Italy: May, 18th 1156

It was summer if your recollection served - your recollection of the last moments you spent alone with him before Niklaus decided he was a danger to himself and the rest of you, that was. You had sought him out that afternoon. You were the only one to do so as the rest of your siblings had given up attempting to include him.

But that wasn’t you. 

It was how you and your twin were different. Kol had always been a bit of a flake, however, he was an extremely prudent one, to his credit. He would come at a problem a thousand different ways, but would never try the same solution twice. On the other hand, you liked things simple and direct and knew that sometimes a problem requires tenacity. You just hadn’t been ready to let go of Finn. Abrasive as he was, you loved him.

“Do you mind if I join you, brother?” You asked, having finally found him. He sat leaning against the base of a mighty oak tree at the edge of a summer meadow. The grass was bright green and the sky a brilliant blue - it was your favorite time of the year.

Finn glanced up, his expression unguarded as it was, displaying a lost sort of melancholy. “I suppose you may,” He said. You smiled and sat down beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. You were still so small for your age. Despite having turned eighteen merely a week before Henrick died, your appearance could pass for that of a fifteen-year-old. You looked more like Henrick’s twin than Kol’s.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” You wondered, watching the white puffy clouds drift overhead.

Finn shrugged. “Just… sitting quietly,” He replied. He did this quite often, though you were more inclined to think of it as wallowing in self-pity. Not that you would say that out loud. The last thing Finn needed was more mockery, though your siblings didn’t seem to see that. Finn was a bit more like you it seemed. Your family and village had always called it Frost-Sickness, though as the world developed and greater advancements were made in the realm of medicine, you came to discover in later years that your condition was labeled Seasonal Depression. It was a sickness of the mind rather than the body and saw to it that your moods were more heavily influenced by the weather than those of other people. 

Thus, Finn you figured, must have been a bit like you. Except the rain cloud which hovered over his head was not quite as severe and certainly less predictable. Though it didn’t leave him bedridden as it did you, his bouts of sadness came and went as they pleased and when they came they drew him further and further away from his siblings.

“What about you?” Finn asked, fiddling with a branch he’d picked up off the ground. “Why are you here, sister?”

You shrugged. “Kol can be really loud sometimes,” You said simply. 

Finn hummed his agreement, nodding. “That he can.”

“There are days when I find it impressive,” you admitted, voice pensive. “but today is not one of those days.” You planned to continue adding elements to your reasoning until you won a laugh from him. You were the only one of your siblings who could make Finn laugh. “And then Niklaus joins him and you know how those two get when they drink together so may God have mercy on that poor, poor, tavern -” Finn huffed, rolling his eyes. “Then, bloody hell, I don’t know whose idea it was to invent Pub Archery but let's hope it doesn’t catch on, otherwise Italy will have gained a new sport and we’ll have to listen to those two gloat about it for the rest of the century.”

“Pub Archery?” Your brother questioned, raising a brow.

You nodded. “Indeed.”

“Dare I ask?”

“Well, the rules are dubious at best but from what I can tell, a mug of ale is placed on a table halfway between the wall and wherever the player is standing. A bow and an arrow with a mid-sized hook affixed to the shaft are given to whoever is currently in play. Apparently, Kol has officially dubbed this position “the Arse in Question” - he was very clear about that when explaining the game to me.” You shrugged and continued. “Anyway, the Arse in Question then attempts to send the arrow through the handle of the mug, while doing their best to ensure that the fish hook catches on the handle as the arrow passes through it. Their goal is to lodge the arrow in the wall with the mug of ale still on it. If the mug is still somewhat full by the time the Arse in Question can make his or her way over to it then they are awarded the proper number of points and they have to drink whatever is left. Three points for a full pint, two points for half-full, and one point for a quarter pint. Now if the mug falls off, or the arrow fails to remain in the wall, then the Arse in Question loses five points.”

Finn frowned, slightly confused. “And what if the… bowman were to miss the mug on the table completely?”

“Well, in that case, he takes a shot.”

Your brother rolled his eyes. “When does this game - if it can be called that - end?”

“I haven’t the faintest,” You shrugged, shaking your head. “Though, so far I think it may be with whoever is the first to pass out. According to Rebekah, there’s a fifteen-point penalty for fainting, so I’d assume at least competitive play ends after that. I didn’t stick around long enough to inquire further. I value my eyes.”

“Smart decision,” He said with an approving nod. “And does Elijah know of this latest depraved scheme?”

You sent him a look. “Elijah’s the self-appointed referee,” You deadpanned. Your second eldest brother liked to believe he had some maturity and admittedly he had more than you, Kol, Nik, or Bekah, but it really wasn’t much.

“He approves?” Your bother asked in slight disbelief. 

“Elijah’s responsibility is a facade. What is a wall of stone to outsiders, we know to be a bride’s veil,” You said sagely, nodding solemnly. 

And finally, finally, Finn laughed. It had been years since you had heard him laugh. It was a soft chuckle, not much at all, but it was there and you knew better than most that sometimes that’s the best someone can give.

“You make a fine point, little one,” Finn mused, patting your hand. “Would you like me to talk some sense into them?” 

You snorted. “Right. Good luck with that, mikill göltur.” You gestured lazily with a few reeds you had plucked and were now playing with absently. “By all means, go right ahead; although, I must warn you that the aroma of that establishment is a fine shade of brown.”

Your eldest brother grimaced at your description. “I see. In that case, I think I’ll leave Elijah to deal with them.” He leaned back against the tree, folding his arms behind his head. 

“You should go see that Sage woman again,” You prompted, entirely out of the blue. It amused you to see the blush that covered your eldest brother’s cheeks at your suggestion. He was fond of her.

“W-what on earth makes you say that?” He sputtered, casting his gaze pointedly to the sky.

“She makes you happy,” You answered, plain and simple. That was who you were, plain and simple. “I like seeing my siblings happy - all of them.” With that, you tossed your creation - a corsage woven from wildflowers - into his lap and hopped to your feet. “Now go see her!” You commanded, nudging his knee with your foot.

He sat up. “Perhaps I will.” 

“Good!” You turned and began to skip away.

“But only if you talk to that blacksmith lad!” Finn called after you. You froze. Whipping around on your heel, you gaped, staring at him with wide E/C eyes. He just shrugged, smug as could be. 

That was the last you saw of your eldest brother. Nik put a dagger in his heart and then there were five.

Now, Elijah on the other hand, was not Finn. They were radically different and Elijah got lost in his own way.

See, Elijah was hungry and he killed Tatia. He killed his love and the grief consumed him. He became so obsessed with somehow making it right as if keeping his hands clean from then on could somehow remove the stain of her blood. You knew what he’d done and you didn’t blame him but through the next hundred years and on it almost seemed to you as though he forgot. It was odd, but you chose not to bring it up; perhaps that was a mistake on your part. So it was that instead of drawing away from you and your siblings, Elijah drew closer. He viewed it as his responsibility to watch over the family and keep everyone together. What Elijah could not see, however, was that some things are simply fated to fall apart.

Somewhere Off the Coast of Cadiz, Spain: June 22nd, 1730

Five hundred years after you spoke to Finn beneath that tree in Italy, you found yourself in front of Elijah in the somewhat damp confines of a cargo hold in a ship just off the coast of Cadiz, Spain. Behind him stood two caskets and inside one of them was your twin brother, immobilized and in excruciating agony. You could practically feel the dagger in your own chest yet Elijah refused to let you free him. 

“Move aside, Elijah!”

“I’ve said no and my answer is final,” Your brother repeated. “Kol will remain as he is until such a time as Father is half the world behind us. Only then will we risk reviving him.”

“That’s not fair!” You argued.

“Oh I do believe it is,” He countered, crossing his arms and looking down at you. He was much taller than you were. “It was Kol’s mass slaughter in Cadiz that led Father right to us and clearly nothing you or I have said to him has made an impact.This was never my first course of action, Y/N. But until you should devise some other more prudent method to disway your brother from devouring the entire town, I’m afraid this is how things must be. He. Must. Learn. Control.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, long since tired of his condemnations and hypocrisy - intentional or not. “He’s our brother and for the millionth time, Elijah: That’s not the problem! It’s not his fault if he can’t control it, because you lot have never given him a reason to!”

“That is preposterous and you know it,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Do I?” You demanded. “It’s always you, Rebekah, and Niklaus. That Always and Forever pact - that was you three. It wasn’t us! I knew that you would make it before you did and yet nether of us were a part of it! Whenever the three of you do something, you never think to invite him along. The few times you and Nik actually ask all of us to vote on a decision, you don’t give our opinions half the weight you give to Rebekah’s.” 

Elijah frowned and held up a hand to stop you. “That is not remotely true. I view each-”

“No, you don’t,” You hissed, fighting the tears pooling in your eyes. “You hardly even notice us when we’re in the room with you, unless one of us is shouting and if either of us leaves, you might as well forget we exist entirely! I remember one time when Kol just up and left - said he was going to catch one of the bloody crusades.” You laughed but there wasn’t much humor in it. “He was gone for five and a half months and you didn’t even notice!”

“I did notice, actually.”

You glared at him. “I distinctly recall you commenting about how quiet it was one morning, after he’d been away three months. I told you he left. You were surprised and then you went right back to your book; you didn’t even ask where he’d gone!”

“I suppose I would have if such a question mattered, but unfortunately, Kol can look after himself,” Elijah said in disdain. You were aware that Elijah had carried a grudge towards Kol since the day the two of you were born. Though he’d never said it out loud, he’d always thought of your twin as a leach because he’d been born strong and you had been so frail. “He excels at it.”

“Because you don’t care to do the job!” You exclaimed. “You discount our opinions and refuse to see either of us as anything more than children. I mean, you hardly so much as look at me unless I’m attempting something you deem too dangerous. I hardly dare speak to a boy, even if he’s naught but a servant, lest I ensure that Niklaus shall orchestrate some awful accident to befall the poor lad. Both me and Kol - you see us only as another burden you bear and you ignore any attempt we make to change your mind.”

Aside from Kol, all your siblings had always seen you as weak and in need of protection - Elijah most of all. His eyes narrowed and he looked over you with scrutiny. 

“Always so quick to defend him,” He huffed. “If what you claim is true, then how have you mastered the control he so completely lacks?”

“It’s different for me,” You insisted. “My magic was different.”

“How was it different?” 

You bit your lip, mulling over your answer. You wanted to get this right, wanted to make him understand that the bloodthirsty monster he condemned was merely a prison and that your sweet, bubbly twin brother was locked somewhere deep inside. 

“My magic was more constant, I think,” You started, speaking slowly. “You must understand brother, magic wasn’t just something Kol and I did; it was something we were, it was a part of us, but I think we each felt it in a different way. He was so good at spell casting - at manifesting his very will into reality. I was always better at seeing, sensing, feeling, and just knowing the thoughts and emotions of everyone - everything - around me. My magic was a blanket, a quiet comforting reassurance that I wasn’t alone and that nature was looking out for me.” That loss still weighed on your soul every single day. You sighed but continued anyway, “But for Kol I think it was more like water. He’s always hated feeling helpless, and for him, I think magic meant that there was always something he could do to fight back.”

“Fight back?” He questioned. Your expression grew grim, eyes darkening. 

“Against Father,” You said. “You know Father hated Niklaus most but Kol was always the next he would hit. Magic wasn’t a luxury for Kol - it was his survival. When he first tapped into it, our brother knocked Mikael flat on his ass - Kol earned Father’s respect. For him magic was a thrill, a lightning excitement, power, and reassurance, both a sword and a shield, and a bonfire wish - it was everything. It was like water - and like water, its absence consumes him. He tells me often now that it’s much too quiet. He can’t stand the silence - the vulnerability maddens him. He didn’t mean to bring Mikael upon us… He fears father more than you know.”

“And you do not?” Elijah challenged, regarding you strangely. Again you thought about your answer. 

“No,” You decided after a moment. Your brother frowned, shaking his head. 

“You are not such a fool as that, lítil víx,” He said with a disapproving gaze. He called you little vixen - the fox’s, smaller, swifter, and wiser counterpart. 

He turned to leave the cargo hold, knowing you would not disobey him, but you whipped around and caught his sleeve.

“I do not fear him as much as I once did,” You amended, looking your brother dead in the eyes. “Father fears death, he always has though I did not see it then. Knowing that what he fears is so common, so natural, and so inevitable a thing, my fear of him has dwindled. I think I more pity him now than I fear him. For how very sad it is that he hunts us with no other purpose than to destroy that which reared into being. How very sad it is that he disregards the exuberant beauty all around him in favor of his hatred. How very sad indeed.”

Your second eldest brother blinked, taking a moment to completely process what you’d said. “I suppose you’re right,” He said slowly, nodding. Then he frowned. “Do you not fear death, Y/N?”

You smiled softly. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” You glanced towards the coffin that would imprison your twin brother for far, far, too long. “But I do not fear it as Mikael did, nor as Esther did. I anticipate it, I think. I anticipate it as one anticipates the surprises a new day might bring. Good or bad - it’s a new experience; though it shall certainly be nice to be free of the Frost-Sickness, I think. However that may be.”

Your brother considered your words but you knew they would not change his mind. For your family was frozen in body and mind and that was how you would remain for the rest of eternity. You were as eighteen then as you’d been one hundred years before… Well, perhaps you were slightly more. Each year only seemed to make you stronger, faster, sharper, and more eighteen. Time was the seal of your mother’s spell. Immortality polarized.

“I know you miss him, Y/N,” Elijah said with a heavy sigh. “But this is for the best.” 

You hung your head and nodded, allowing the tears in your eyes to spill down your cheeks freely for a little while. Your older brother reached out and brought you into his embrace, letting you cry as long as you needed. “Then I have just one request, if you’ll grant it,” You proposed, voice chipping like the stained glass windows of cathedrals you so dearly loved. 

“What is it, little one?”

“Don’t wake him while I’m sleeping?” You sniffed. “I don’t want him to be sad.”

“You have my word, lítil víx,” He promised.

Then there were four. 

It wasn’t that you forgave Elijah. No, that would take time. Rather you simply could never bring yourself to hate any of your siblings. Not even Niklaus. As much pain as he caused, as much terror as he sewed, and as much paranoia as he reaped, you could never bring yourself to hate your dearest artist. Bastard, hybrid, abomination - none of those labels ever phased you because he was still the quiet, loving brother who painted you flowers when you were Frost-Sick. 

It didn’t matter to you that he had killed your mother.

You loved him anyway.

London, England: October 16th, 1702

“I see your skill with a brush is improving, Nik!” You declared, flouncing into the second-floor study that your brother had commandeered as his studio. “You have perfectly captured the Siberian tundra. Congratulations. Though, your depiction might have been better had you simply left the canvas as you found it.” You smirked to yourself, rather satisfied with your wit, as you reclined in the overstuffed chair you dragged into the room behind you.

Niklaus let go of a long sigh and returned the brush he was working with to a basin of water he kept beside him. When he spoke, he did not turn to address you.

“May I ask what I did to warrant myself deserving of such bite from my littlest sister?” He asked, calm and fluid. He wasn’t in a good mood - you could tell. Thus you wanted to stay all the more. Perhaps you could cheer each other up. 

“I am not even that short,” You stated. Niklaus tossed a different brush, still covered in paint, over his shoulder, aimed for your face. You lept to dodge it with a giggle. “Secondly, it’s the season - I simply can’t help it.”

It was autumn in the city of London and the year was 1702, only a hand full of years before your family relocated to Cadiz and then later, New Orleans. Autumn was a difficult time of year for you as it was when the Frost-Sickness began to take hold. It had only grown worse since your transition into a creature of the night, just as everything about you had been enhanced. Though the Frost-Sickness could no longer afflict you with illness as it had when you were human - keeping you bedridden or even unconscious for days or weeks at a time - it could now do arguably worse. 

As autumn came, you could feel your mind and body begin to weaken. You felt frayed and tired and uncomfortable in a body that had for too long remained unchanged. You felt the loss of your magic so much more keenly and the loneliness that caused was far too acute. As the season wore on, it would only grow worse until you knew only misery. At that point, the silver daggers Niklaus had kept seemed like mercy, and without Kol’s magic to keep your head above water, you had willingly begged for their employ. They were your only escape from the pain that came with winter.

“Oh, how tragic,” Klaus remarked. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Where’s your twin?”

“On a bender,” You deadpanned.

Nik huffed. “Figures. Go annoy him. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to entertain you.”

You gasped in full shock. “Nik! How could you say that?”

“Simple. I pass air between my lips - like this!” He twisted around and stuck his tongue out at you.

You continued, unbothered. “I do not annoy, brother. I berate. There’s a difference.” 

“An impressive distinction, to be sure.”

“And yes, I am sure Kol would love to entertain me if he were not otherwise preoccupied entertaining someone else.” 

Klaus groaned. “What’s he done now and do I need to dagger him for it?”

“Please don’t make me think about it longer than necessary, but no.” You frowned, shuddering. 

“Now you have to tell me,” Your older brother grinned.

“I’m pretty sure he’s endevoring to sleep with the entire female population of London.”

“...Wow.”

“Indeed.”

He whistled and returned to working on that painting of his. “Well, you have to admire his audacity if nothing else,” Nik chuckled. 

You made a noise that was certainly anything but ladylike, followed by a gesture that was far worse. “I absolutely do not have to admire any aspect of him!” You exclaimed. You had hoped Klaus would have been just slightly more decent - if only for the sake of propriety. “He may be a strumpet of a man, but I am not. I am a lady.”

“I don’t see why this upsets you so,” He hummed, shaking his head. 

You huffed. “Because unfortunately, I am also his genetic copy. Therefore - technically speaking - if he’s slept with them, then I’ve slept with them! Which, admittedly, wouldn’t bother me if this were not the absolute bloody cesspool that is the bloody city of London!”

You’d expected him to laugh, and he did just a little bit, but it wasn’t nearly what you wanted. Dirty jokes almost always cheered Nik up and hearing him laugh never failed to make you laugh. Peering over his shoulder, you caught a glimpse of gray fur. He was painting wolves again. 

“Must be nice,” He mused a while later, having left you to silence for over a half hour.

“What?”

“Having a twin as you do,” He explained, voice wistful and far away. “Having someone you belong with completely, a reflection of yourself you know could not betray you nor abandon you any than the sea can abandon the shore. Must be nice.”

“Its not all bliss,” You reminded him, sitting up in your chair. “Kol still agrivates the living daylights out of me.”

“Such is the nature of being Kol.”

You nodded but said nothing, allowing him a moment with his thoughts before you asked the question he so desperately wanted to hear. “What’s wrong Niklaus?”

He sighed, though it sounded broken.

“Do you ever miss our mother, Y/N?” He asked.

You stilled. Out of all your siblings, you were the only one who knew what Niklaus had done. How he had murdered your mother. You had received visions of the moment throughout your life but particularly often in the months before it occurred. He didn’t know. You had never told him.

“Why ask me that, brother?” You returned, tilting your head.

“Because I want to know if this grief that still weighs so heavy on my soul is mine own fault or her’s.” He eyed you with a flat stare and you nodded, pressing your lips together. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings but you didn’t think your answer was one he would like. 

“I loved our mother dearly,” You eventually decided to say after a few beats of silence had passed between you. “But I do not miss her as you do.”

Nik’s voice trembled and the paintbrush clutched in his fist snapped. 

“Why?”

You smiled thinly. “Because I knew her as you do not.”

Your brother glanced up, meeting your eyes with an expression that demanded you explain yourself. You sighed heavily. It was time to come clean.

“I know what you did, Nik.”

His entire body stiffened, his eyes widening in alarm and terror.

“I know you killed her.” You shrugged. “I’m not mad.”

He drew in a sharp breath, shaking his head, his expression a mixture of guilt, relief, and confusion.

“How? W-why?” He choked out, unable to grasp the concept you’d laid in front of him.

“Because you’re my brother and I love you,” You said, smiling as though it was as simple as the words would imply. “Esther loved all of us in her own way, but that was not how a mother should. She loved the idea of children but the reality was more difficult than she had predicted and she struggled to understand her place, I think. Esther was barren, you see. She tapped into some very dark rituals to change that. Thus, we are all products of dark magic and such things so rarely receive a generous fortune from the spirits of nature. So we were all damned from the start, I think.” Pulling yourself to stand on legs that were still so frail, you wandered over to a side table and picked up the brush that rested upon it. You began moving it through your H/C hair in careful strokes. “In the end, Mother paid the price for her selfishness, I suppose. I don’t blame you. I cannot blame you, Niklaus lest I blame myself equally because that woman never loved any of us enough to save our souls and for that, I am simply unable to forgive her. I may never be able to.”

Tears slipped down your brother’s face. “But she loved you. I know she loved you most of all,” He said, through gritted teeth. 

You nodded, huffing a slight laugh. “That she did. Actually, I think she loved me a little too much.”

“You reminded her of Freya,” Klaus whispered. “Of her firstborn, the one she lost to plague.”

“I know.”

“She worried for you constantly, terrified some sickness would take you just as it took Freya.”

“I know.”

“When your Frost-Sickness rendered you unconscious, she nery left your side!”

“I know.”

Klaus clenched his teeth and growled. “Yet still you whine like a spoiled cat!” He spat, rage and jealousy now taking the forefront in his aquamarine eyes. “You never suffered our father’s rage, never had to labor as the rest of us did to please him, you were always doted apon by everyone - never had to feel as though you didn’t belong, as though you had you earn your place! How dare you take all that for granted.” 

Your jaw locked and you gently placed the brush down to avoid crushing the fine wood into splinters. Inhaling deeply, you fixed your gaze on your brother. “I have never taken for granted anything that was given to me. The sun, the moon, the stars, the trees, the rivers, the land, and more than anything this family have I given thanks for every single day I have been allotted. You, Niklaus, know not what it is to wake up, surprised that you made it another day. You, Niklaus, do not understand what it is to rejoice in the unfathomable agony that plagues your bones as it means that you’re alive. You, my brother, cannot comprehend what it is to put off sleep in fear that you may not see the next dawn - nor to fight through a hell of your mind’s own making for no other cause than for the love of family.” You shook your head, disappointed in him. “Do not call me ungrateful, Niklaus.” 

“Then why do you think of our mother with contempt when even I who took her life cannot forgive myself?!” He bellowed. His voice and eyes were hollow and broken, his soul desperate for an answer to his heart’s riddle. 

You could feel yourself begin to cry as well. Not for your own sake, but for his. 

“Her love wasn’t for me, Nik,” You sniffed. “It wasn’t mine - it was Freya’s.”

“N-no… She-”

“I grew up smothered by a shadow of love and regret that never had anything to do with me!” You cried, wrapping your arms around yourself as if they might contain the pain that threatened to tear you apart. “Mother’s doting wasn’t compassion! It was obsession! She thought that if she could just fix her past mistakes that it might somehow change how things were for us, but it was always a lie. A fairytale.”

When your older brother opened his arms, you ran to him, and he embraced you as any older brother should. You had aimed to cheer him up, but such was not the outcome. Sometimes things don’t work out the way they’re planned and Niklaus just let you cry. At the end of the day, your siblings would always be there for you - even if it was only at the very end.

“What’s worse was that I knew, I felt it every second,” You sobbed into his shirt, clinging to him like a plank of wood in a storm-tossed sea. “I saw myself in her eyes and believe me when I say that through them I know what our dearly departed sister looked like. She even called me Freya more times than I can count.” You shook your head, letting the pain run its course. “I was just her replacement, Nik. Just a replacement she tossed to the wayside like the rest of of her children - damned from the start.”

In this memory it was Niklaus who hung his head, ashamed of his quick accusations. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your hair. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N,” He said. “My minnsta vix, you are my sister - blood be damned - and I’ll never doubt your loyalty agian.”

And he never did. Of all your siblings, you were the only one Nik never daggered out of fear or as a punishment. Not like Kol, who was easily the one finding himself at the wrong end of a dagger too many times to count.

As much as his actions against your family, Niklaus especially, pained you, you couldn’t blame him. Your mother’s curse had consumed your twin brother and oh how acutely did you miss the mischievous boy you had adored with all your heart. The only time he truly seemed to return to you was around Bonfire season, or as it came to be called, Christmas.

New Orleans, Louisiana: December 3rd, 1904

“Kol, sweetheart, honey-bunch, mistletoe of mine; you had better start running because I’m going to beat your ass to a pulp as soon as I reach the bottom of these here stairs,” You sang from the balcony overlooking the courtyard of your families New Orleans compound. A wide, placid smile was spread over your face but it was the equivalent of thin ice because your eyes promised death. 

Down below, decorating the positively gigantic fir tree Klaus had somehow managed to fit through the front gates, stood your menace of a twin brother. He glanced up, flashing you the world’s cheekiest grin. “Oh, darling that’s not very peace on earth of you, now is it? Especially when I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong!”

Your eyes narrowed. “I think you know exactly what you did, Charles.” 

He snickered but held your eyes. Beside him Rebekah looked confused, glancing back and forth between the two of you. “What exactly is going on here?” She asked. Your younger sister also took a step away from your twin for good measure. She was a smart cookie.

Keeping your razer sharp glare fixed on Kol, you drew an object from behind your back - a long, thin, wooden object. You held it on display before you, twirling it like a staff between your fingers. You said nothing.

Rebekah groaned, rolling her eyes. “Really? We’re back to this again?” She scoffed and rounded on Kol. “What, did you run out of actually clever pranks to pull?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the classics, Rebekah,” Elijah cut in from where he sat with his book in the corner. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens - how appropriate. 

“There is when its this one,” She claimed. “We’re going to be cleaning bits of Kol off the walls for a century when she’s though with ‘im!”

“Damn right, you are,” You said, eyeing your twin brother like a lion eyes a gazell. “Got anything to say for yourself… dim-wit?”

Kol grinned from ear to ear. “Why yes actually, I do.” He cleared his throat and straightened his jacket. Then he looked up, spreading his arms wide. “God bless us, Everyone!”

For a moment you didn’t move. You just glared death at him and he grinned back. Then, you chucked the crutch in your hands like a javelin, aimed directly at his face before vaulting yourself over the railing, screaming at the top of your lungs. “SUFFER THE WRATH OF TINY TIM, YOU KNOB-HEADED WANKER!!!”

Kol squealed like a girl and bolted just as fast as his legs could possibly carry him. “Is it too late to say I’m sorry?” He tried as he backed away from you, using Elijah and his chair as a shield.

“You forged these chains link by link and yard by yard,” You quoted, inching closer. “No apology can save you from me!”

“Bloody hell!” He yelped and leaped to the side as you made a grab for him, just narrowly dodging. He raced into the room closest to the two of you, dashing around the dining room table and through the opposite door. “Just because you’re a cripple doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”

You pursued him into the Kitchen. “How’s this for cripple?” You lept onto the counter and from there flung yourself onto your brother’s shoulders, tackling him to the floor. “Surrender or die!” You commanded, pressing your forearm against his throat.

“Fine! I surrender!” He conceded. You moved off him and allowed the boy to stand. 

“Mean cripple,” He muttered under his breath. 

You punched him in the gut.

It was that playful side of him that you missed. The one that would tease you with jabs that didn't sting just a little. The one who never sneered at you or yelled. You even missed his endless supply of cripple jokes, because that was him. That was your Kol and he was gone now. Your mother's curse had changed him most of all. 

Rebekah, on the other hand, hadn't changed much at all. Though she had developed something of an extreme side, her patterns remained the same. She followed in Niklaus's footsteps, wherever they may tread. She trusted and feared him. Rebekah always chose Nik over you and your twin.

New Orleans, Louisiana: December 21st, 1914

"No!" You shrieked as you watched that cold silver dagger pierce your twin brother's heart once again. The color in his skin faded to a corpse-like gray and the veins beneath blackened and ran dry. "No…"

He was gone. Kol would be locked away and there was no telling whether Niklaus would ever let him out again. The grief, the pain, and the agony were too much. You had only nearly been hanging on and only for Christmas - only for Kol because he loved the season so. But with him gone, the pain assaulted you in droves. Tears burned your eyes and you found yourself turning towards Rebekah.

"I trusted you," You whispered - heartbroken. "We trusted you."

"Y/N/N, I-I had to," She claimed. 

"No, you didn't." You shook your head, tears already making their way down your cheeks. "No, you didn't."

"Y/N, you don't understand-"

You didn't let her finish. Shaking your head, you turned away and carried yourself back to your room. There, you let yourself collapse on your bed, allowing the weight of the Frost-Sickness to crush you. Already your body felt heavier, your chest like a vice. You didn't want to be here any longer. Not without him.

A knock sounded on your door. 

"I don't want to talk!" You shouted.

The knock came again.

"Go away!"

The door opened and Niklaus stepped in. You glared at him.

"Do you not speak English?" You demanded. "Go away, I said. Trŭgvaĭ. Partir. Verlassen. Scram. Beat it. Leave me alone, it's what you're best at."

"I did what I had to do," Klaus said, eyes hard.

"Keep telling yourself that," You spat.

"He was plotting against me, forging a dagger-"

"He wasn't going to use it!" You bit your lip, your whole frame shaking with unshed tears. "He-He wasn't… He was never-" You fell back against your pillows, burying your face in your hands.

"Love, please-"

"I can't." You heaved and gasped for breath but you couldn't seem to get enough oxygen. "I can't a-and I don't want to. I don't want to be around without him - not now. I don't want this pain any longer! To run afoul of winter will surely shred my soul! I can't stand it, Niklaus! Just put me to sleep!"

Klaus closed his eyes and sighed. "Are you confident this is what you want?"

"I can't do it without him. This whole season - I can't stand it. I don't want to spend Christmas without him! Not this one or any other!" You rubbed your red-rimmed eyes. "Let me sleep through the winter, and wake me when you wake him."

"As you wish, dear sister." 

From his pocket, Klaus withdrew a gleaming silver dagger. Its edges glinted like snowflakes, though New Orleans didn't have those. He moved to sit by your side, raising his arm so you could lean against his shoulder. You closed your eyes, and a moment later, felt the chilling metal slice your flesh, lodging itself firmly in your heart.

"Merry Christmas, Nik." The words were the last to leave your lips.

"Sleep well and dream of butterflies, minnsta vix," Those words were the last you heard Klaus whisper to you. "I promise I shall wake you one day."

You knew Klaus would keep his promise, though it startled you when that promise came to fruition.

Mystic Falls, Virginia: Present Day

The first thing you registered when you awoke was a voice. Two voices actually. One that sounded like music and another that reminded you more of a rotten honeycomb - slimy, sticky, and brittle. You remained still and listened as these were not the voices of your family members and thus, they would have some serious explaining to do.

"Damon?" The musical voice spoke. "We did it. Abby and I opened the coffin."

The second voice, most likely this Damon fellow - not that you cared - sounded rather muffled. Almost as if he wasn't actually in the room. Speaking of, whatever sort of room you found yourself in was large and open. That is, everything echoed.

"Yeah?" The voice prodded impatiently. "And what's in there? What did you find?"

"Another corpse with a dagger through it," A third voice joined the conversation. This voice was similar to the music-like voice of the young girl, though it had a smokier quality.

"What?" That second voice did not sound happy. "That's it?"

"Yup. She's just some girl," The first voice replied.

"How old are her clothes?" The second asked. 

“Uh, I don’t know…” You felt someone pinch the fabric of your skirts, likely inspecting the make.

“Early ninteen-hundreds, I’d say,” The third voice spoke. How long had you been out? Niklaus wouldn’t have kept you daggered for that long, would he?

“Did you take the dagger out?” Damon demanded.

Always one for a dramatic entrance, you took that as your cue. Sitting up slowly, you turned your head and opened your eyes. Your whole body felt drained and dry and you knew the telltale signs of desiccation were still there. Two women stood in front of you, one adult and one no older than seventeen. Both had beautiful caramel skin and black hair and they shared the same gorgeous green eyes. Witches they were - mother and daughter. You could tell in the way they carried themselves. Both of them gasped in unison.

“I’m afraid they did,” You said with a smirk. “Hope that’s not too much of a problem.” Of course, you didn’t mean such a statement but for now, you were in good enough spirits to be amused. You focused your gaze on the younger of the two witches, schooling your expression to assure her that you meant the girl no harm. “Hello, darling. Would you be so kind as to tell me the date? I’m afraid I’ve been asleep a rather long time.”

What odd clothes these women wore. Instead of skirts, they sported trousers. Scandalous to be sure, but what you wouldn’t give for a pair.

The young girl floundered for a moment, searching for words but you remained patent. 

“Uh, um… I-it’s January 20th, 2012.” 

Your eyes widened in shock for a moment as you digested that information, then your expression fell into a grimace. “Great,” You huffed. Tossing your hair back, you hopped out of that cramped coffin and onto the floor of the cave. “Well, in that case, who are you and do I need to murder you both?”

Both women took a hesitant step back. 

“I-I’m Bonnie, Bonnie Bennet,” The younger one said. “And this is my mother, Abby.” She pointed to her senior companion. 

“I see,” You nodded cooly. Your mood was souring by the minute.

“We-we were told you were the weapon capable of killing Klaus Mikaelson,” She said.

You raised a brow and laughed. "Kill him? Kill Niklaus?" The expressions of the women before you were entirely serious though they quickly began to deteriorate into confusion as you doubled over laughing. "Now why on Earth would I do such a thing?"

Both witches glanced at one another, uncertain. "Well… because he daggered you?"

"At my behest!" You dismissed with a wave of your hand. "As if he could suffer me anything against my will; though, by Odin, I would certainly love to see him try. Ha! Kill him… I'd sooner let Kol have the pleasure - as long as we're suggesting absurdities. However, I will have a few choice words for him, just as soon as he comes to collect me, that you can be sure of." You shook your head as your laughter faded.

"That'll be hard, princess," The owner of that second voice you had heard waltzed through the mouth of the cavern. "The big bad wolf's got no clue where you are, so I don't think you'll be telling him anything."

He was a tall man, a little shorter than Kol but a little broader in the shoulders, with hair as black as a raven's plumage and pale skin to match. His eyes were a piercing sort of blue and you might have found him attractive had it not been for the unnerving gleam in those eyes and the sneer marring his lips.

"I beg your pardon?" You questioned, falling back into a more defensive stance at the sight of him. You didn't fear the man but something about that voice of his set you on edge.

"No one's coming to get you, sweetheart," Damon said.

You scowled, snapping your gaze back to Bonnie who had begun inching towards her ally's arrival. "You, girl! Why do you seek my brother's demise?" You demanded, eyes hard and sharp.

Bonnie froze. "I just want to protect my friends," She replied.

You shrugged. "A noble cause, at least."

"Wait, Klaus is your brother?" It was her mother who voiced the question and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, of course he is. What else would he be?" You answered impatiently.

"Then why did he have your coffin sealed?" The woman questioned.

"Because my siblings are a rather overprotective lot and they tend to overdo my security just a tad." You huffed and turned back to the daughter. "Do you know where my brother currently resides?"

"Y-yes." She nodded.

"Very well, darling. Take me to him," You ordered shortly. Your tone left no room for debate and the women both moved to obey you but the man held his arm out to stop them.

"Woah, woah, woah. Not so fast. You're not going anywhere, princess," He said, taking a confident step forward.

"Step aside," You demanded. You had run out of patience.

The man - Damon - shook his head. "Not gonna happen."

You raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Nope."

"I should warn you, that's rather ill advised," You said, smiling thinly. Your eyes promised danger.

"And why's that, sugar?" That southern accent of his was certainly grating on your already thin nerves.

"Because I lack my twin's fun-loving temperament and all-around more reasonable nature," You replied. "Move aside and take me to my family or I shall skin you alive and tear each strand of sinus from your muscles one by one as I weave them into a nice rug."

Damon snorted. "Could you at least make me into a tapestry? I always wanted to be one of those."

"This is the only warning I will give," You ground out, eyes narrowed.

He scoffed. "Come at me, short-ass."

The insult was entirely his mistake. 

You rushed at him, dodging right at the last second to avoid his attempt to grab you. Snatching his arm for balance, you angled your feet to the wall of the cave and pushed off. That initial push supplied you with enough momentum to cartwheel your tiny body over his shoulders. Your weight combined with the force you applied, threw him off balance and you took the opportunity to drive your elbow firmly into his skull as soon as you were solidly back on the ground. Damon reeled in pain but you didn't give him time to think. You swept your leg around and kicked his own out from under him, sending him crashing to the cave floor.

You knelt on his chest and met his eyes.

"Take me to my family," You ordered, impressing your will on his inferior mind.

The man smirked and tossed you off of him. You were sent stumbling and your back slammed into the side of the coffin you had awoken in. You blinked, shaking the slight daze away. What had happened? Why had your compulsion failed?

"Sorry, cupcake," Damon gloated, getting to his feet. "I had a vervain cocktail for breakfast."

"No matter." You shrugged and straightened up again. "I was simply intending to be nice. I should be thanking you. For now I can have a little fun without Elijah reprimanding me for it." 

You rushed him again and this time he was ready for you to evade his outstretched arms. He stepped to the right to counter you but this time you ducked and slid between his legs. Twisting around with all the agility of a coiled servant, you kicked him in the groin like the simple, prudent soul you were. Damon cursed and fell to one knee, glaring at you over his shoulder.

"That was cheap," He bit out, grimacing.

You shrugged. "That was practical," You replied, smirking primly. "And so is this."

Grabbing him by the wrist, you twisted his arm and pulled it around his back, pushing him over. You positioned your fingers to perfectly utilize the fulcrum point of that wrist as your shoved his hand forwards. Damon grunted and you grinned. Then you started breaking his fingers. One at a time. 

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

The man cursed and screamed and you just giggled like the innocent little girl you had once been but were no longer.

Unfortunately, in your eagerness to take down the man in the black leather jacket, you had entirely forgotten about the two witches in the room.

"That's enough!" The younger one shouted. A searing pain ignited in your skull, prompting you to release your grip on the raven-haired man. You cried out clutching your skull as the other woman yelled:

"Motus!"

You were thrown back into a semi-damp wall of stone and held there by an invisible force. The pain in your head faded and your gaze snapped up, locking on Bonnie and her mother. You hissed, teeth-gnashing and eyes wild. You were tired and starving and miserable and cold and they were in your way. 

Then, a blur of motion startled you and before you could blink, a tall figure in a dark suit caught the elder woman by the throat and raised her into the air 

"Miss and Mrs. Bennett, I suggest you release my sister at once." Elijah's booming voice struck through the cavern and you grinned, turning your head to the door. There stood your brothers - well, two of them, anyway - and neither of them looked very amused. Klaus moved to intimidate the younger girl and Kol smirked as he delivered a few swift, bone-crunching kicks to Damon's ribs. 

You smiled wryly.

As it turned out, Klaus, Elijah, and Kol made for quite the menacing trio when the three of them stood together on something. You made a mental note to encourage them to agree more often. The magic pinning you to the wall faltered, the witch responsible having lost all her bravado along with most of her oxygen supply. You dropped to the ground, landing in a bit of an unceremonious heap. 

"Ugh! About time you three got here," You huffed, rolling your eyes as you brushed yourself off. 

"Apologies, sister," Kol grinned, finishing with Damon by snapping his neck before prancing over to you. "We had some urgent remodeling to take care of - you know how it goes." He tossed you something and you caught the object, inspecting it. The thing appeared to be a plastic bag containing… blood? 

Huh… how peculiar.

You shrugged and tore into it. The sweet nectar inside wasn't as fresh as you would have liked but beggars can't exactly be choosers now, can they?

"Don't ever presume to threaten my sister again. Do I make myself clear?" Elijah growled his tone a harsh bite emphasized by the glare Klaus cast between mother and daughter. Both women nodded vigorously and Elijah dropped the one he was strangling. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath and he turned to you, seeming to inspect your figure for injuries before speaking. "Are you unharmed, lítil víx?" He asked gently.

"I'm quite alright. Though, I most certainly would like to know whose fault is was that I fell into the hands of such incompetent brutes as these," You hummed, continuing to suck out the contents of the bag in your hands rather contentedly. Beside you, your twin brother smirked and threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you firmly into his side as he turned and started from the cave. The other two followed with Klaus making one last rather threatening gesture before taking up the rear. 

"I'm afraid it was Niklaus's regrettable negligence that allowed all of our coffins to be stolen," Elijah informed you.

Klaus made a strangled noise of offense. "It wasn't my fault!" He protested. "I was a little distracted with killing our father!"

"Father's dead?" You asked in surprise. Your siblings nodded. "Oh… Well good riddance."

"Thought you might say that. Now, don't you ever scare me like that again, darling. Understand?" Kol demanded, hugging you closer. Despite how he had been changed by your mother's curse, you could always be sure he would still care about you. No curse on the planet could change that.

"Ah yes," You agreed, rolling your eyes. "I'll try my very best to avoid being kidnapped while under the influence of a magical sleep in the near future."

Your twin brother poked you in the ribs in response to your wit.

"He's serious, love," Klaus added. "You nearly gave us a heart attack."

"Careful, Nik. Statements like those might lead one to think you have a heart," You chastened playfully.

The hybrid chuckled. "Only for you, love. Only for you."

"And for the occasional blonde, let us not forget," Elijah quipped, smirking to himself.

You giggled but your mirth didn't last long.

Stepping out of the mouth of the cave system, you were met with the blackness of night and air even colder than that of the cavern. Snow drifted from a dreary sky and you frowned, shivering. Discomfort weighed in your soul and you could feel it begin to grow just as frigid rime creeps along until it smothers a plant. You sighed. It was going to be a difficult few months until spring. 

Kol rubbed your arm comfortingly and leaned in close. "It'll be alright, Y/N. I'm right here. I may not have my magic, but I'm not leaving you and you won’t be alone this winter."

Yes, as always, it was going to be a difficult few months until spring. 

But at the very least you had your family.

No matter what, you would have your family. Always and Forever.

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Your Flaws (Klaus Mikaelson x gn!reader)

first vampire diaries fic! some love for the hyrid

word count: 2.2k

content: lil angst, mentions of blood and violence, the originals S3 spoilers, sad boy klaus

summary: after almost losing your life, you confess and show this man that even tho he’s not as loved by others, you’ll always love him

With the ongoing war between the sire lines and Aurora on the loose, your life was in danger as it was being threatened almost every day by the redhead. She had attempted to end your life on multiple occasions but without success due to having Hayley as your bodyguard because of Klaus’ orders.

You and Klaus had known each other for a while now, you weren’t dating or anything, just friends.

At first, you were unknowingly compelled to write his “memoir” but that slowly turned into a poor excuse for a therapist.

Through your talks, which were just him venting about his chaotic siblings and occasionally his upbringing, he began to trust you and felt as if you were the only person who understood him for who he truly was.

You eventually found out about the compulsion and how he was making you forget your conversations as soon as you left the compound.

Nevertheless, you chose to stay and to continue listen to him. You were mad and confused at first but with time you understood why he needed you.

You were the only person who for some odd reason, accepted him. Of course, you weren’t blind or anything, he did awful things, straight up evil acts but that didn’t mean his behavior couldn’t be changed.

You saw in him what others didn’t, not even his brother Elijah. You saw the hidden potential and truly believed you could stir him in a positive direction, for his daughter’s sake and her future. He just needed help getting there and his loved ones by his side.

You were slow to realize it but you had fallen madly in love with the world’s most feared creature. You tried so hard to deny it, tried so hard to push those feelings away in fear of getting involved. In fear of getting caught in the middle of some vampire fight and ending up another innocent human being who fell victim.

However, your fate was inevitable; Aurora coming for you was bound to happen some way or another.

As you grabbed your bag and flipped the ‘open’ sign backwards to say ‘closed’, Hayley appeared with a smile on her face.

“Ready for another walk home, your majesty?” she teased.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have to do this, you know?” you said as you two began to walk away from your shop.

“I hate taking orders from Klaus but he’s right, you’re defenseless against that Aurora chick.”

“Ugh, why am I even a target? Him and I aren’t even together.” you groaned, secretly wishing you were his.

On second thought, you remembered you had accidentally left your notebook at the Mikaelson home and desperately needed it back.

“Hey, instead of taking me home, can we go over to the compound? I left a notebook; I need it for tomorrow.” You stopped in your steps.

Hayley stopped too and replied, “Well, I can just get for you in the morning.”

“No, I want it now.” you quickly said.

“Alright, fine let’s make this quick.”

From there, you two walked from the town square to the Mikaelson home as you hoped your notebook with all your important info wasn’t taken.

You arrived in front the stone walls and as you were about to walk in, you suddenly heard Hayley begin to yell in what seemed like extreme pain.

You whip around confused and yelp as you feel the wind knocked out of you. You fall harshly onto the pavement.

You manage to see Aurora’s fiery red hair and her figure with some witch standing beside Hayley, holding her hand up into a fist, ensorcelling her with whatever enchantment she was shouting.

Hayley held her head as it throbbed with pain and tried to get up and fight but to no avail.

“I see Niklaus has lowered himself and his standards in the past few centuries after leaving me,” the redhead muttered.

“This shall be my small Christmas gift to him!” she exclaimed as she abruptly yanked you up from the ground, threw you up against the wall and ruthlessly drank out of your smooth neck.

You screamed as you felt her sharp teeth sink and tear into your flesh. You gripped onto her shoulders, attempting to push her off with the only strength you had left.

You attempts failed to work and yet you felt determined to keep on trying.

No matter how many times you kicked and punched, Aurora was ultimately stronger and within a few minutes you fell onto the ground again, this time completely unconscious.

With a brisk snap of a finger, the witch put Hayley to sleep and Aurora wiped the corners of her mouth that were stained with blood.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here before anyone comes around. I want him to have the surprise,” she took out her small compact mirror to admire herself.

“Oh, and take the wolf girl. She absolutely reeks but I’m sure brother wouldn’t mind showing this one who’s boss.” Aurora ordered as she checked herself once again.

༶•┈┈୨୧┈┈•༶

Klaus had found you outside the compound, lying in a pool of your own blood, body almost lifeless. He instantly dropped to his knees and shouted in agony as he held you, smearing the red matter on himself.

He cried in silence and tightened his grip. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you and now he had to. All because of the damn Strix and Aurora. He wouldn’t give her the luxury of breathing another second.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this, he thought.

He had never felt this much anguish for anyone but his siblings. You meant so much more to him than he let on. He fell for you and didn’t need you to know, for all he knew he was a dangerous being and you deserved someone better; a man unlike himself.

He also found it hard to believe you would ever reciprocate his feelings. It was quite unlike him to feel that way, usually he prided himself in knowing all kinds of people fall at their feet for him. But once he met you, his charms never seemed to work. He learned to respect you and consider you off limits soon as he fell for you.

You woke up gasping violently out of nowhere. You looked everywhere in confusion.

As he felt what he thought was your corpse, move, he remained still as he let the relief wash over him but now it was his turn to be confused.

He wondered how you survived and who’s blood was in your system if not his? He hadn’t healed you recently.

“What the hell happened?! No, how the hell am I still here?!” you questioned, trying to make some sense of the situation.

“What do you remember?” he demanded.

“Aurora and some witch took us down right before I could come in,” you spoke rapidly, the memories all flowing back.

“I obviously didn’t have the strength to put up with her.” you sighed.

He looked at your neck and noticed the bite had begun to heal.

“You’re healing. You’re in transition now.” he picked you up abruptly and took you to his room before you could say anything else.

As he gently placed you on the soft sheets, he began to question you.

“What do you remember from earlier today? Anything unusual?” he sat on the bed in front of you.

You tried to think, tried to think about what had happened before you closed up tonight. Then, you felt the memories appear left and right, you could vividly recall everything that happened. You suppose it was wiped before.

“Today, I had an accident in the back of the shop and cut myself on a few shards of glass,” you closed your eyes as you pictured it.

“The..the new guy! Chris! He heard me yell and came to see what was going on. He noticed the blood and saw the mess then told me to calm down before practically shoving his arm in my mouth and telling me to drink.” you finished, still in shock.

“Chris saved your life today.” Klaus said as he looked at you.

“So, that’s how you become a vampire? You have to get hurt and drink blood?” you asked.

“You must die with vampire blood in your system in order to turn. Getting hurt is not a necessary step.” he explained.

“Am I like you now? Do I get the cool speed too?” you giggled.

Klaus’ eyes widened and he smiled in surprise before saying, “Is that what you want? If so, you won’t be exactly like me, love.”

“Right, minus the whole original thing, I’m immortal now.” you nodded, accepting your new fate.

You weren’t opposed to vampirism, just didn’t want to get involved with the petty fights. Your new strengths seemed pretty cool to you too.

“Not proud to admit but you had me quite worried back there.” he confessed as he looked down.

“Wow. The Klaus Mikaelson confesses to feeling fear!” you joked.

He briefly chuckled before meeting your eye again, “I’m being serious. I don’t think I could stand to lose you like that.”

You smiled warmly at him for caring for you. You appreciated how he looked after you. You could tell he probably felt something for you too but was unwilling to say. You noticed the lingering stares and the way he was so protective over you even though he knew you could handle yourself.

“Soon you’ll start to feel a massive hunger and you won’t be able to fight it for long,” he started.

“I’ll find some lowlife for you to feed on.” he said nonchalantly.

“Bold of you to assume I want to eat someone. I thought vampires could survive on just blood bags?”

“When you first turn, in order to complete the transition, you must feed on a person or else you die.” he explained further.

You huffed in disbelief. Okay, you were definitely opposed to the feeding on people part of vampirism, however your life is on the line and if you don’t do anything then this second shot at life you’ve gotten would have been for nothing.

“I hate this..but I’ll do it.” you released a sigh.

When you realized this was the perfect opportunity to say what you so badly wanted to say, you felt this sudden rush of confidence. You let the intrusive thought be carried out.

“I’ll do it for you, Klaus. Well, I live for myself, but I want to live for somebody else for once too.” you admitted as you met his eyes.

Surprised when the expected smug smile didn’t show, you began to get nervous. Oh no, maybe you made the wrong move. Maybe you misread, maybe he’s not into you at all. At least, not in the way you thought he was.

“Fuck it, I already started so I’m finishing this. I’m in love with you, okay? I couldn’t help myself.” you confessed.

He looked at you in shock for a moment, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You are the light in my darkness, and I’ll always be drawn to you. But a person such as yourself does not deserve a bastard like me.”

Your brows furrowed and you sprung up from where you were laying down and looked at his face more closely.

“Well, I think otherwise. I see past the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve me because I love him regardless.” you cupped his cheek.

This was so unlike him. He was supposed to be bragging about how he could take you all over the world and buy you the finest things even though you never cared about any of that.

He brought his hand up to hold yours and whispered, “You are worth so much more, love.”

“I know you’ve never really had a happy ending. Never had a stable relationship. And because the world perceives you as a monster, you think you’re not worthy of being loved but trust me Klaus, you are so incredibly wrong.” you assured him, your other hand holding his.

“Do you not see me as a good for nothing? Do you not see what my father hated so much about me?!” he questioned exasperatingly.

“You’re not useless, Klaus. You’ve done bad but you’ve done good too. In the end, you care for your loved ones and you're the one saving their asses. You’ve saved me more times than I can count!” you told him.

He remained silent before you began to beg, “Please just believe me. Does what I have to think not mean a lot?” you looked at him for an answer.

He hesitated before finally saying, “It’s difficult for me but I’ll try. I’m going to trust your words,” he said your name. You loved how it rolled off his tongue.

With that you removed your hand from his cheek and gave him a shy peck. You were unsure if a full first kiss would be fit for a moment like this so you waited to see what he would do.

Klaus being Klaus leaned in until he was inches away from your face. He admired you for a few seconds, thinking carefully about all you had said. His heart melted knowing your words had to be sincere, but he was ashamed of letting you know that.

You watched his eyes and what his intentions were, trying to read him. He pushed his lush lips against yours and it felt as if time itself had stopped to preserve this moment.

#reader included #reader insert #x gender neutral reader #x reader #gender neutral character #gender neutral language #x gn reader #the vampire diares imagine #vampire diaries #tvdu imagines #tvdu #tvd fandom #tvd imagine #the originals #the originals fandom #the originals fanfiction #the originals imagine #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus michaelson #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus x reader #klaus x gn reader #klaus x gn!reader #klaus mikaelson x gender neutral reader #klaus mikaelson x gn reader #klaus mikaelson x gn!reader #light angst #angst with a happy ending

[behrads-world]

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF TUA

Warnings: Drinking and references to smut but no actual smut.

Enjoy please

- N <3

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Why you had been invited to Luther’s bachelor party when you should’ve been hanging with the girls, you have no idea.

But you weren’t complaining because it means you get to spend whatever time you have left close to five.

“Can’t believe Luther is the first one of us that get hitched” says Diego, intently watching the horrible performance going on in front of you. You couldn’t blame him though, he was getting married.

Wow, Luther was getting married and you were still sitting here, hiding your feelings from the boy you wished to call your own.

Good for him

“I can, I caught him marrying action figures in ,like, third grade” Viktor adds on to his brother.

“Did not” Klaus whines.

You snuck a glance at five as he took another sip of his drink. If he kept up his pace he would be wasted by the end of the night.

But then again, he deserved it. He’s been working himself to the bone for the past 27 days.

It was when Five met your gaze that you looked away, focusing on the conversation happening around you.

“This isn’t how I pictured our bachelors party, you know?” Diego spoke again, gesturing with his hands.

Klaus added his two cents in “well, the world’s running a little short on strippers and tea cakes right now”

“Just surprised you didn’t invite daddy dearest to come join us” Five spoke up. Gosh, his voice was enough to make your knees weak.

“Oh come on. He’s such a kind and thoughtful soul He’s not like our hargreeves.” You loved Klaus don’t get me wrong but he was too trusting. He thought a man like your father could change.

You scoffed “As if, dad? Being kind?” You shook your head at that. Even if the world was ending you would never trust that man.

“Let me finish” Klaus raised his glass at you, a silent plea “but I’ll admit I needed a break from the old dog”.

Nothing I can say, total eclipse of the heart

Luther finished singing his solo, dropping the microphone on the floor as he made his way off the stage.

“What are you SOBs so down in the mouth about? This is a party” Luther takes a seat next to Viktor.

“I’m so glad we got to go out with a big ol bang while we still can” Klaus say’s. “Hey, here’s to us” he stands so abruptly you almost drop your glass.

Everybody stood from their seats to join the toast “we’ve had a hell of a run.”

A series of small “ cheers” sounded followed by the clicking of the glasses.

“Who's next?” Diego asked after he sipped his drink.

“Oh, that’d be me” Five was the last person you’d expect to take up a karaoke offer. “Cause I have finally come to a decision.”

“So what’s it going to be, maestro?”

“It’s going to be a duet my friend” You take your seat again as five and Klaus clamber onto the stage, preparing for their duet.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life.” Five began the song.

In the years of knowing him you had never heard him sing, albeit it wasn’t that good considering his (almost) drunk state.

No I’ve never felt this way before, yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you.

“I’m going to do it” you announced the decision that you settled on a while ago.

It was quite enough for Luther, Viktor and Diego to hear.

Viktor gave you a knowing look, Diego gave a small nod. And Luther looks utterly confused.

“Do what?” The man asks, to satisfy his curiosity. But you were already detached from the topic, looking over at five.

“Ohhh” You could tell he came to his senses and finally realized what you meant.

“It’s on her bucket list,” Diego added.

Five ushered Luther onto stage with them, “ Viktor, Viktor don’t be shy, you too Diego” you laughed at the siblings misfortune.

“I see you over there laughing (y/n), get up here” and he wouldn’t really need to ask you twice, he’s practically handing you the perfect opportunity.

This could be love because I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before.

Yes I swear it’s the truth and I owe it all to you

Now was perfect

“Everyone I have an announcement to make” you could hear the slur in your words, you didn’t even realize you had drank that much.

The singing stopped as everyone turned their attention to you.

“Recently I have been feeling…well, feelings” Did that even make sense? “and not only is that feeling because of the new found family I have in you all” you gestured to them.

“There was also a feeling of loneliness, but that feeling went away as soon as I met this lil psychopath” you made eye contact with five and you could see the small smile gracing his features.

“You showed me a world I never thought existed and you were there when I needed you most, and now I’m seeing the world dissolve into oblivion and I’m realizing that this is the only chance I have, even if it doesn’t go my way”

You pull up your pant leg and go down on one knee, you might be making a fool of yourself but you don’t seem to care.

“Five hargreeves, I love you”

The smile fell from his face and you knew you messed up. Why would you do something so stupid?

The handler warned you that five never loved anyone but himself but you chose not to listen to her.

You stopped your little show and got off your knee and balanced yourself on both legs again. “I’m sorry that was stupid, I just didn’t want to have this burden on my heart”

“At least I could say I try” you were already planning out the rest of the night, Holed up in your designated room berating yourself for your actions.

You turned to begin the walk of shame to your room.

You were startled when five blinked in front of you. With barely anytime for you to react he pulled you in, smashing his lips onto yours.

There was no way you could describe it other than fireworks, like you two were just made for each other, made to be with each other.

The kiss was soft yet fierce at the same time, it portrayed the emotions you knew he was too afraid to show.

When he pulled away, you missed the warmth. You barely registered the siblings cheering from behind you.

“Then what are we waiting for, let’s spend whatever time we have left with each other” and with that he blinked you both out of the lounge.

You landed gracefully onto the mattress below, face up, gaining a clear view of five unknotting his tie.

Whilst his fingers worked in his tie he slotted himself between your open legs and bent to plant another kiss to your lips.

“I love you too”

This was the best way to spend your last night on earth.

💍

A/n hi I’m new to writing on tumblr so please no hate.

Feel free to request Five imagines

#five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #fanfic #i love you #romance

[morningstargirl666]

When is The Big Bad Wolf Act 2 coming out?? Are you going to release monthly or all at once?? (I just finished the series and I’m in love 🩷🩷 no rush to write, just wondering if you have an idea because you have loyal readers waiting to love it!!! Have a great day <3)

Hello! Lovely to meet you and thank you so much for reading, that fic is a BEAST. So glad you enjoyed it!

So. When is the next update coming out? [nervous laughter]

Thing is, I told myself now I'm halfway i'll go back and edit, smooth things out before this fic literally becomes too long to tackle and that kinda...turned into a full rewrite?

I'm not changing the plot. That's exactly the same. But my ideas for the lore have changed since I first started writing and I wanted to add in a whole lot more of characterisation and set up for the chapters to come. I rewrote The Little Wolf back in December and recently did some tweaking to chapter 5 of it just this last week (I couldn't work out how to fix it when I first did the rewrite but I had an EPHIPHANY okay). So The Little Wolf is around 35k now, which is a huge difference to the 11k it was in November when I posted chapter 35 of tbbw. It's got tons of new scenes, a sharper forcus on the Mikaelson siblings not just Klaus and two whole new chapters. Of course, you've probably already read that as it is posted and you're a new reader, but that's what I was doing before Christmas, essentially.

As for The Big Bad Wolf itself...boy, where do I start. I'm approaching 85k on the rewrite...only on chapter 7. Which technically used to be chapter 6, because I got 5 chapters in before I added a new chapter. I guess that's a record for my restraint, at least.

So, in terms of what's happening: I'm re-writing tbbw. The plot isn't changing, but new scenes are being added, conversations are being tweaked, the lore is being more consistently fleshed out. Grammar for dialogue is being given a complete overhaul because that was a mess. But. Listen. It's so much better. It's so fucking better. I re-read the chapters I've done and in some places, the drafts aren't quite finished yet, like my writer brain is like fix this later BUT omg it's like, THE shit. It's so good. I've very excited.

I'm not sure how long it will take to finish. I might be able to stop halfway and post the rewritten/edited chapters I've got so far but I make no promises because I feel more inclined to keep going and get it all done in one. Some chapters won't need much work at all as they've been more heavily edited in the past (chapter 8 and 9 should be done pretty quickly, just giving them a facelift), while others I'm really ripping into. There's one chapter I know I'll either delete or delete scenes from to be replaced with something else (don't worry, the scenes will go into my deleted scenes fic on ao3, it's not gone forever).

So yeah. At the rate I'm going, I'm not gonna lie, it may take till the summer before I get all this editing done AND finish the new chapter 36 update - and you may get two new chapters at once, because it might be a long one and I might split it. But by the end of it, tbbw won't be 378k anymore. It'll probably be closer 450k. So you'll get a 50k+ update (along with some bonus stuff) to the whole fic and then a week later I'll post the new chapters (I used to post fornightly, a chapter every two weeks, and I'll go back to that when I'm done).

But yeah. I've written like, 110k since December, which for context is is closing in on the equivalent of the second book of TLOTR trilogy: The Return of the King was 137,115 words. That's an epic novel's worth. In three months.

An arguement could be made that I'm making this fic way too long but I don't really care? I love writing this. It makes my head spin and makes me tear my hair out but...it's so much fun too. And I get to rewrite canon, the way it should have been (we were so ROBBED 😭😭😭), so hey! It's free therapy too! I'm not going to stop as long as I'm loving every second.

Thanks for reading, and thank for listening to my insane plans! Hopefully, I'll see you there on ao3 when this fic is back for business!!

-And it WILL be back.

#anon ask #the big bad wolf #tbbw #morningstar writes #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline #ask and you shall receive #don't lose hope anon I'm getting there #slowly but surely I'm getting there

[silky-slinky]

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

DIALOGUE PROMPT/S:

23. “Don't shut me out. Please.”

40. “I can't sleep.”

48. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's bothering you.”

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

The world ending was too much for you. It was all too much for everyone, but nothing they haven't been through. The moment Five announced yet another problem that needed to be resolved by not only them but also by you. It was a routine, an apocalypse was bound to happen, and the umbrellas would be risking their lives to save everyones.

Although you weren't a part of the umbrellas, you were, however, friends with them. Particularly with the boy who didn't choose to have a name. A series of unfortunate events happens whenever the umbrellas are near, and you got stuck with them. Not everyone had the chance to say that they were friends with peculiar people with peculiar powers.

You had to admit, they were a mess, a chaotic mess, but you loved them equally. Some might even be more than others. The Hargreeves are what turned your life upside down, both for the better and for the worse, there's no in between. Yet you do know one thing, it's that these people have become your home.

Five was who you called the closest friend you had. Years spent being partners while killing people was an unusual way of becoming close with a person. He knew you like the back of his hand. He'd know whenever your mood would shift, from your posture to the rhythm of your breathing. He knew everything. The same goes for you, the only person he allowed to get close to him.

Behind Five's cold and mean demeanor, he was caring, still arrogant, but caring. He had his way of showing his love to his siblings, and of course, to you. He was different in every possible way.

The journey you went through in the 1960s made you realize things. It made you realize how much Five meant to you, how much you missed him throughout those years, and how much you truly pushed away your feelings, trying to deny them. You spent countless sleepless nights pondering about whether he was alive or not. Thinking about when you'd get the chance to see him again.

You got used to the permanent scowl on his face, his witty comebacks whenever you're playfully bantering with each other, and for that to leave you, made you a wreck.

“Klaus! Slow down. What are we even here for? We don't need a TV at the moment.”

Referring to the large letters that decorated the building. He simply giggles at what you said. His right hand intertwined tightly with your left hand, guiding you along toward the inside of the store. His free hand pushes open one of the glass doors, stopping by at the side to let you through.

You looked back at them, an annoyed expression on your face while an excited one decorated them as their eyes looked over to the second floor of the store, then back to you, as if gesturing that you should look as well. You raised an eyebrow at them, then looked to wherever his eyes were situated on.

Once your gaze met the others on the second floor, a hand went up to your mouth in shock. There they were, the people you called your own family, very much alive. Each of them delivered you a wave, a wide smile on their face. Yet you can't help but notice that someone was missing.

“Hello, Y/n.” Five calls out from below the stairs, and you rolled your eyes in annoyance at the dramatic entrance he had to have. The tears threatened to slip free from your eyes, slowly walking up to him.

The years you've spent wondering if he was alive built up, overwhelming your emotions. All the years you've spent wondering if they were all alive. As silly as it sounds, you were stuck with Klaus, joining along with him and his cult. You've spent your time in Dallas, Texas having fun with Klaus and his following. So many people around you at all times, but none of them compared to Five.

Five's arms wrapped around your body, engulfing you in a tight hug and you let your tears flow freely.

“Who are they?” Viktor whispers to Allison who was beside him, Diego and Luther joining in on the conversation as they watched the incredibly long hug Five gave you.

“They're Five's friend from work.” Allison answers for everyone.

“Sure doesn't look like they're just friends though.” Viktor commented.

“Yeah, they're both in denial.” Diego replies.

You could hear the soft whispering they did, but not enough to understand what they were saying. Finally, Five pulled away, his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears that kept flowing. You leaned more into his touch, you've missed his warmth, you've missed his gentle touches, you've missed him.

“I missed you, Five.”

“I know you did.”

The sole of your soft slippers came in contact with the dirty carpet of the hotel you slept in along with the others as you made your way to the lobby. It was strange for you to roam around at night in a hotel full of people you didn't know. You couldn't sleep well tonight, the feeling of yet another apocalypse following you and the others made you uneasy.

You scanned the well-lit lobby, your eyes stopping at one of the sofas, figuring that it was the best place where you'd be able to sit. The lobby was occupied by a few people in their pajamas, some in their casual attire, figuring that they were just checking in.

You made your way to the long sofa, plopping your body down comfortably, watching the ceiling, thinking about everything. Just then, Five was making his way to the lobby. He didn't know what had happened to him to even think that he needed to go there, but he knew he had to.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes were immediately drawn to your frame. He sighed in irritation, you could be a handful if you wanted to.

Footsteps slowly approaching you made your body shift, now sitting up, contrary to your position earlier. Your gaze met his, both hands in his pockets as he looked at you, anticipating an explanation as to why you were here and not inside the comfort of your room.

“I can't sleep.” You shrugged your shoulders in response to his stare. You patted the spot next to you, inviting him to sit down.

He gladly sat down next to you, being as close as possible. “How come?” He asks in a gentle tone, careful not to upset you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, something you always did to him, something he always allowed. Your hands took one of his, playing with his fingertips anxiously. Despite being close with Five, you pushed him away often whenever you had a problem.

“Nothing.” Of course, it wasn't nothing. Five knew that.

“Tell me.” His tone was tougher compared to what he had earlier. He was sick of being pushed away by you.

“I told you, it's nothing.” Not once stopping from playing with his fingers.

“You're doing it again.” He held your hand in place, stopping you from playing with his fingers.

“Doing what?” Of course, you knew what you were doing. Five knew that.

You pushed your head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Shutting me out.” Five replied, an annoyed expression now on his face. You simply ignored him, looking anywhere but him.

He sighed once more, taking your chin in his hand as he made you look at him. “Don't shut me out. Please.” His voice was a mere whisper, his tone gentle and soft, as if he was afraid you were a china doll that was about to break.

“I'm not shutting you out.” Your face was close to Five's, feeling his warm breath tickling your skin as your eyes danced along his facial features, taking time to study them all.

“Yes, you are, Y/n.” He coughed awkwardly, pulling away from the close proximity you both once had. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's bothering you.”

FIVE HARGREEVES TAGLIST !

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Please message me if you'd like to be removed or added!

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST !

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[generouskittentidalwave]

I AM THIS CLOSE TO INTERNALLY COMBUSTING

I am GRABBING Netflix by the throat and strangling them WITH THE MIGHT OF THOR AND ZEUS COMBINED

OKAY LISTEN UP, LISTEN HERE CAUSE OH OH OH BOY HOT DIGGITY DOG I THINK I FINALLY SNAPPED

I don't care what ANYONE SAYS OR THINKS, Umbrella academy season 3, aside from Viktor coming out, IS NON CANON

IT'S BEEN LIKE- A YEAR NOW SO I'M LETTING MY FEELINGS FLY

FIVE IS GREAT, KLAUS IS GREAT, VIKTOR COMING OUT IS GREAT, MEANWHILE THE OTHER CHARACTERS ARE POORLY WRITTEN, THE PLOTS SUCK, THEY AREN'T CONSISTENT WITH ANY OF THE PREVIOUS CONTINUITY OR CANON OF THE SHOW AND NOTHING IN IT MAKES SENSE, SO MUCH SO THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES MY BRAIN HURT AND ALL OF IT IS VERY VERY RUSHED

I will agree season 3 did have it's good moments like Five being a great character and Klaus being great character, the two going on a road trip, Viktor coming out, and Reginald struggling to open the tin of butter cookies that I know for a fact we all struggle with opening on our own.

The series an adaption that very loosely followed the comics, much like how Big Hero Six did with it's comics, the series and the comics are in their own seperate world entirely. BUT, SINCE THE COMIC OF UA ENDED WHERE SEASON 3 BEGAN, AND SEASON THREE IS ABSOLUTELY FOUL COMPARED TO THE 2 OTHER AMAZING SEASONS BASED ON THE COMIC BOOK, SEASON 3 (ASIDE FROM VIKTOR COMING OUT) IS NON CANON TO ME

Gather the guys and gals and nonbinary pals we are pulling a Harry Potter fanbase and TAKING AWAY THIS FROM NETFLIX AND CLAIMING IT FOR OURSELVES, YES NETFLIX LOST UMBRELLA ACADEMY PRIVILEGES THEY ARE NOW OURS

Unless they redeem themselves with season 4 they aren't getting them back, I REFUSE

This show is amazing to me and the only canon things to me are season 1 and 2, and Viktor coming out, THAT'S IT.

IT'S NOT FOLLOWING THE COMIC ANYMORE THEREFORE IT ISN'T AN ADAPTATION LIKE THE OTHER 2, THEREFORE EVERYTHING IN SEASON 3 ASIDE FROM VIKTOR COMING OUT EXISTS IN IT'S OWN UNIVERSE.

#rant post #rant #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua #netflix #netflix series #comics #super hero #super heroes #hero #heroes #tv series #show #tv shows #shows #netflix adaptation #netflix shows #netflix tv shows #netflix tv series #comic books #greek mythology #norse mythology #sci fi show #sci fi series #scifi #scifi series #sci fi #main characters #mickey mouse

[countrymusiclover]

47 - Vampire Friends

Part 48

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Missy’s pov

Walking through the hallway of Mystic high standing beside my boyfriend’s locker waiting to leave when he got out of school for the day. Hearing footsteps and a familiar heartbeat rhythm that I would know anywhere coming towards me. “M & M, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, E. Hey, you okay?.” I admit pushing my body away from the lockers and he smiled seeing me wearing one of his sweatshirts that he had left in my room back at the mansion.

He shifted from foot to foot telling me he was nervous when he wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Uh yeah. Just got into a fight with one of my former teammates in class a minute ago.”

“What was the fight over?” I tilted my head to the side.

He shook his head avoiding my gaze still. “Please don’t think less of me because it was about…you.”

“Me. Why me?” I questioned him.

Ethan finally looked into my eyes. “You’re kidding right. You’re amazing and not just because you are a vampire and a witch.”

“Ethan…” I smiled at the human boy feeling my turn red at his words. I didn’t care if he was human and I was supernatural. That wasn’t what drew me to him, what drew me in was how nice he is to people.

He shoved his hands inside the pocket of his gray sweatshirt he wore. “Dennis was talking crap about you. He said you were a slut and the only reason I was with you was because your family is rich. Even though that’s not the case at all.”

“Hmm, I’m glad you stuck up for me.” I nodded in understanding.

He corrected me. “Andrea, Lizzie and your Uncle Klaus showed up too. Andrea probably would have thrown Dennis like a rag doll if they hadn’t got there sooner.”

“She does have the family werewolf temper that’s for sure. But she’s like every member of the Mikaelson and Lane family. Just doing what we can to look out for each other.” I sighed where we started heading to go get into his truck.

He walked closely beside me letting some silence fall upon us briefly. “So…have you given what I asked anyone thought after talking with your other Headmistress?”

“Ethan, I really don't want this to come up in every conversation we have now. We're already taking a big risk being together as is.” I sighed heavily, sending him a slight glare.

The boy gave me a confused glance. “What kind of risk? You already showed yourself that you can handle not feeding from me.”

“My parents are fine with us being together. But our former headmaster Alaric Saltzman is afraid that if humans and the supernatural date bad things could happen like he had seen before his daughters were born. If he saw us together like this he wouldn't be happy.”

“Missy, what are you doing here?” We paused in our tracks when I looked over my shoulder seeing Josie coming around the corner.

“Hanging out with my boyfriend. Why are you here?”

“I saw what happened on the football field. So I thought I should check on Ethan.” She answered.

Someone else could be heard where the three of us all saw MG coming towards us with Dr. Saltzman on his heels. “Jo, Missy. Andrea told me what happened.”

“Does everyone need to know about our personal lives!” Throwing my hands up away from my sides the veins were appearing underneath my eyes out of frustration.

Dr. Saltzman came over to me and Ethan. “Melissa, do you want to explain to me why you’re clearly dating a human?”

“Uh sir…it’s because I know that she’s supernatural.” Ethan stepped forward looking at the former headmaster of our school.

Alaric moved his gaze from all the teenagers around him. “Find an empty classroom now. We need to talk all of us.” He instructed pushing us into the nearest room and locking the door.

“Dr. Saltzman, we shouldn’t have to compel him.” MG first started the conversation.

Dr. Saltzman answered him. “It's about what's best for Ethan.”

“Is it? Or is it more like keeping our secrets safe at his expense?” He made a face.

Josie replied. “Burdening Ethan with it won't end well, either. Dad's right. We can't risk it.”

“No offense, Jo, but what are you really worried about risking?” MG asked.

“Do I get a vote?” Ethan spoke to sitting on the couch with me.

Alaric looks in our direction. “Well, this isn't a democracy. But we can hear what you have to say.”

“I think it's really cool that MG has superpowers, because I already know about Missy so it's not that different.” My boyfriend began explaining by taking my hand in his. “She told me everything about the school and her family so I understand why you'd want to keep that a secret. And I'm happy to keep it.”

Alaric nodded. “Yes, I believe you. But I made your mother a promise that I'd look after you and keep you safe. MG? Please compel him. That's my decision.”

“Compel me to do what?” Ethan got to his feet when MG came closer to him.

MG grabbed his shoulder with me just sitting there hands clasped together in my lap. “There's no reason to be scared. You had a bad day. You got cut from the football team and you're mad about it, so you went home after gym class. But you're gonna wake up tomorrow feeling better. And you're gonna find what makes you happy that's not football, then go after it. But you're not going to remember this conversation or anything that happened with us today or what happened between you and Missy.”

Ethan paused for a second before answering. “I feel better already. I don't remember a thing.”

“So you don't remember the thing you're not supposed to remember?” Josie made a face.

MG glanced at Alaric then to me. “Is there any possibility that you told his mom about vervain?”

“Son of a bitch….Melissa why are you smirking?” Alaric noticed my current expression that crossed my face.

I had a huge smirk on my lips like I had seen my father have growing up when his enemies thought they could beat him. “Because I blocked your compulsion. You see I only compelled him once as my own way of protecting him.”

“You’re talking about how I can remember your family of supernaturals and the school everytime I see you.” Ethan put the piece together

Lowering my gaze to the tile floor I prayed for his response. “Please don’t be angry with me, E.”

“I get it, M & M. I get why you were afraid of me being in danger.” My boyfriend made a half smile cross my lips.

“Missy will undo the compulsion she did on him. Then you and MG can try having that, uh, conversation again. If something different than that happens, give me a call.” Alairc and Josie left the room needing to talk.

MG turned on his feet talking to me. “Missy, I don’t want you to compel him but you heard Dr. Saltzman.”

“He’s not my father! He’s also not the headmaster anymore. My parents are so ask them, Milton.” I snapped at the vampire, he thinks he can talk me into this but he should know better than to challenge a Mikaelson.

MG gave me a look wishing my answer was different. “Huh then this is going to take some more time then Dr. Saltzman wants.” He slumped his shoulders moving over towards the couch.

Ethan leaned against the window, arms crossed over his chest. “I guess we got time to kill. Might as well tell me your origin story.”

MG disagreed. “Uh, I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not? You're just gonna wipe my memory anyway, right? Kind of like how Zatanna mind-wiped Batman.” Ethan shrugged his shoulders

MG saw a grin cross my face when he asked him. “In Identity Crisis issue number six. Hold on, hold on. How'd you know?”

“All right, look, I would never admit this to anyone, but...I've loved comic books since I was a kid.” Ethan chuckled and MG joined him with my phone vibrating showing a text from my father probably asking where I was. “You're a vampire too.”

MG was now sitting on the couch. “Now, it's nowhere near as dope as getting bitten by some radioactive bat or anything, but, uh, yeah, it's the truth.”

“It's still cool as hell. Super strength? Super speed? The blood thing is a bit of a bummer, but the only bad part was your mom and dad not accepting you for what you are.” Ethan grinned lowering his smile when he thought about how it was different than my situation.

MG stopped chuckling. “Yeah. That part was, uh, definitely rough.”

“My story's the opposite. My mom's done everything she can to support me, even letting me stay here in Mystic Falls to let me make the most of what I got. Which isn't much, compared to you. But that's why getting cut hurts so much, 'cause I don't know how to tell her. Or who I am without football. Wait, can you compel that into me?” Ethan sighed heavily confiding in me and MG the stress in his human life.

MG leaned back on the couch. “Uh...Yeah. But, um, I'd rather help you figure that out on the other side.”

“Well, I'm curious about your next move.” Ethan said knowing I wouldn’t compel the truth from him. “You can say that you're not a superhero, but that's a load of crap. If there's one thing guys like us know, with great power comes great responsibility. So how are you gonna use those powers for good?

My phone vibrates in my pocket where I put it to my ear standing away in the corner from the two boys hearing my father’s voice. “Melissa, finally I thought we agreed no ignoring my text messages.”

“Sorry, dad. There’s some stuff going on with Ethan. What’s wrong?” I asked him.

My father responded before he hung up the phone. “Your mother is running off somewhere and I’m going to follow her. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Hey guys so if we are keeping this whole friendship/ relationship a secret we should probably get out of here. How about we go toss the old pigskin around?” Clasping my hands together I went back to the guys who ended their conversation. MG nodded and Ethan had a huge grin on his face.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[livlepretre]

yYou updated at the perfect time for me. I’m on the last day of my vacation, so I’m tanning on the mediterranean beach, sipping sangria and devouring every single word of this chapter - what a sweet way end to my holiday!

The last update gave me such a sad feeling for elena, even though you said she is actually happy. Now that she's decided to ignore Stefan and not allow him to impact her, to take charge of her relationship with Bex and get a sense of control over their relationship (I LOVE that Rebekah lets her, I think she can tell that she needs it), and, of course, to form a new bond with Kol, I can truly feel her happiness. My jaw was on the floor when she confided in Kol about her feelings about the daggering. She hadn't even discussed it with Rebecca to this degree, so I can only imagine how relieved she must feel now that she's spoken up and that Kol has genuinely understood and offered unspoken support.

Of couse my favorite thing about this chapter is Klaus’s misery which is bringing him closer and closer to his breaking point. Him yearning for her, regretting his past decisions and being in pain always puts a smile on my face. My favorite scene by far was him having to sit next to her while she was genuinely enjoying her time and he was just NOT.

I havent seen this mentioned in any comment: I feel like Stefan is actually going off the rails, like what the actual fuck???? was it him alone that killed that entire club?

My theory is that Kol is there to find a way to kill Klaus, as that was his agenda 100 years ago which got him daggered (what else would he be doing in nola anyways??). Rebekah is helping him because she knows she can’t actually be free from Klaus and can’t freely pursue her relationship with Elena (she wants to turn her but klaus is so against it and I feel like Rebekah secretly chooses Elena over Klaus. She chose Stefan over Klaus back in the days in Chicago. OMG maybe that’s what she means by the nostalgia of a farewell???)

Fuck this was such a great chapter I will definitely write more about it once i sober up and reread it lol

Also I wanted to ask you, do you prefer getting comments/asks here on tumblr or on ao3? I will adapt to your preference for future chapters😁

PS im getting progressively drunker as I’m writing this so it might not even make sense fuck me I hope you got the gist of what im rambling about💕😘

ugh, tanning on the Mediterranean beach, YOU ARE TRULY LIVING

going to admit that I was shrieking my way through this comment, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this chapter with me 💖

I think Elena needed to just draw some boundaries-- she's done it with Stefan, she's done it with Rebekah, and she's even managed it with Klaus (which: that is HARD work)

I think she was probably able to talk to Kol a little better because they're sort of intimate strangers-- they have the same people in common, she has read and admired his work-- but she doesn't really know him, and so there's no baggage there-- no fear of rejection, really, or of being honest-- because really, what are the stakes? and he catches her at just the right moment, in just the right mood, to want to share that with him

SUCH a great point though, that these are feelings that she has kept so closely locked up inside of herself that she doesn't share them with anyone-- and maybe she managed to share them better with Kol BECAUSE he would have used the gold dagger himself-- because he had that same capability to slay Klaus, someone he loves (even if it's very complicated)

I realized while editing this chapter that it takes forever for Klaus to even have a speaking line, but BOY does that silent smothering agony during the play speak volumes about his state

oh, our boy Stefan is going as far off the rails as it is possible to go

I think actually Elena was the last thing keeping him going and now that she's decided she's done, he's gone, he's speeding downhill on fire and just gathering speed, and there is no one at all who is going to stop his fall. it's actually terrible timing for him that Kol is here now, because Kol is just going to find things to add fuel to the fire and enjoy warming his hands by it-- being an Original, I think Kol is a bit more impervious to the downsides of being a ripper (ummm insanity? but I guess all of the Originals suffer from this anyway?)

As for the club, Rebekah and Klaus ended up killing some folks, but only Stefan was feasting; I think Rebekah and Klaus were doing damage control

Fascinated by your theory as to what Kol is doing here, and just, everything you said. I will neither confirm nor deny-- but leave it to the upcoming chapters to reveal all! Absolutely SCREAMING though that you are still percolating over the nostalgia of a farewell line!

and I am thrilled to get any comments at all, ao3 vs tumblr is really up to you!

xoxo thank you so much for this comment!! hope the remainder of your vacation was GREAT!

#asks #fairytale ending

[sethrollinsgirl]

Being the daughter of the immortal original hybrid had its perks. Like for example, no one was stupid enough to mess with you and You usually got whatever you wanted. you once wanted a pony when you were seven, but not just any pony. the all-white pony some random tween was riding at the park. So you told your father Klaus, and he compelled the poor kid to give you it. You ended up naming it princess and the maids Klaus compelled took care of it. Although as you got older, you took over caring for it.

But it also has its downsides. Like for example, your first crush. You were twelve and had a crush on one of the maid's sons Ashton. She would normally bring him to work with her, and the two of you got along quite well. You had finally got the nerve to kiss him but before you could your father came out of nowhere and to say he was displeased would be an understatement. But it wasn't directed at you. It was towards the maid and her son. He ended compelling them to leave the state you two were in and to never come back or near you again. You didn't try to date or even so much as have a crush on someone again. Now you are twenty-one, and prior to three months ago, you could unfortunately say you never even had as much as your first kiss but now well let's just say you have experienced a lot of firsts.

Three months ago you began a relationship with no one other than Stefan Salvatore. You always found him to be cute but you didn't dare act on it. Which is why he made the first move. You two met when Stefan stroke a deal with Klaus to save his brother's life. You two had got close during those months but nothing came of it until after you returned to mystic falls. Stefan had confessed his feelings to you and the two of you have been dating since.

Now here you were currently at the mystic grill for lunch. You were supposed to be meeting your aunt Rebekah, but she was late. So you went on and order ahead. You got a double cheeseburger and fries with a peanut butter blast whipped cream on the bottom.

You heard her walk in.

"Careful Caroline, It's all well and good till

she stabs you in the back." Rebekah told the blonde vampire who was sitting with Elena Gilbert at a table.

"What are you doing here? I know your mom's rules. No more hurting the locals."

"Get over yourself Elena, It's not all about you." Rebekah sneered at Elena as she made her way over to you.

"Everything okay auntie Bex?" You asked as you picked up a fry and ate it.

"Yes, everything is fine little one. I'm planning on asking Matt to the ball."

"You serious? Buss boy? Oh come on! You can do way better than him!"

"Matt is actually a nice person and I really like him." She paused before asking you. "who are you gonna invite to the ball?"

"I.... I'm not inviting no one. It's just gonna be me, myself and I tonight. Oh look there's Matt go ahead and ask him." She eyed you suspiciously but went ahead to go ask Matt to the dance.

You could feel a heated gaze on you as you turned around to see elena staring daggers at you. You smirked before waving and turning back to finish your food.

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The ball started at 8 pm. The guests were swarming in like flies. The dress you wore was beautiful, you paired it with black sparkly heels and some light makeup. You were having a conversation with Klaus as you each had a glass of champagne in your hands.

"So who has the honor of being your date tonight?" Klaus asked you. You shot him a glare.

"You are joking, right? All the people in this town are scared of you! They won't even look at me, they are too scared you might kill them." You had to play it up. He couldn’t find out about you and Stefan just yet.

"Good, you are far too young to be dating anyways."

"I'm twenty-one! I should have been had a boyfriend. Everyone is too terrified of you to even ask me on date."

"Good...." He trailed off as his eyes were stuck on the person walking through the door. You followed his line of gaze and rolled your eyes seeing as Caroline was making her way near you two.

"Which by the way, is a couple of years older than the girl you are trying to seduce. Which is creepy by the way." You ignored the glare he shot you as you made your way to your room. All those people downstairs were starting to get to you. You needed a breather.

You heard the door open.

"Sorry, this room is off limits."

"Even to me?" You turned around to see Stefan standing there looking handsome as ever. You rushed towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He graciously returned. As his hands rested on your hips. Pulling back and looking at him as he gently stroked your cheek.

"Everything okay? I saw you rushed upstairs."

"I'm fine, this is bothering me though." You told him as you fixed his bow tie which was uneven.

"Thank you" he pressed a kiss to your lips again. Before pulling back and looking at you with concern.

"Something is definitely wrong. Normally this leads to a makeout session. You can tell me

Y/N. You can tell me anything."

You didn’t mean to go off on a rant but you did and you told him everything that was bothering you.

"I'm tired! I'm tired of all of this. Keeping our relationship a secret. My dad can date whoever he wants. Rebekah, Elijah everyone in this family can date But I can't! You are my lobster, Stefan! And I'm no longer gonna live in fear that my father might go after you for dating me. I'm twenty-one years old. I'm an adult. I should be able to do whatever I want. I think we should go tell everyone that we are in a relationship. I can protect you from him. I want the whole world to know that I....... I love you." You confessed to him as you took a deep breath.

"I love you too. You don't have to protect me from Klaus. I can handle him. If you want to tell him about us, we can do that together. I have your back." He pulled you into a hug as you layed your head on his chest and he kissed your forehead.

"There's no need for that. I already know." Klaus said he stood in the doorway. He stepped closer to you and Stefan. You moved to take a protective stance in front of Stefan.

"Don't you hurt a single hair on his head." You told Klaus. He laughed as he stood in front of you.

"I'm not gonna hurt him. Stefan is my friend. Despite what you may think Y/N, I want you to be happy. As long as Stefan makes you happy, he will come to no harm by my hands or anyone's in this family. I'm so-

I just want you to be happy. However, the minute Stefan ceases to bring you happiness, is the minute I tear out his intestines." You threw your arms around him hugging him, he hugged back. You pulled back as you straighten out your dress.

"Shall we rejoin the party? I'm sure uncle Eli is worried about us."

"Yes, he actually sent me up here to come to get you. We are about to take a family photo."

"Klaus go on ahead, we will be right behind you" Klaus nodded at Stefan, as he made his way back to the ball.

"Well, that went easier than expected. Five bucks says your scooby doo gang is gonna take the news far worse than my father did."

"Well, Caroline already knows. She's happy for us. I'm sure the others will be too."

You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Well might as well give them a show."

His hands went around your waist picking you up and twirling you around as you laughed. He set you back down, grabbing your hand to lead you back to the ball.

"Wait."

"Yeah"

"What's a lobster? You said I was your lobster. What did you mean by that?"

"It's from friends. It's basically because when a lobster mates with another lobster, they end up mating for forever. And you Stefan, are my forever. I love you."

"I love you too. My lobster." He told you before quickly kissing you and leading you back downstairs.

(A/N I find it hard to write about the tvdu but I’m gonna keep trying lol. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it. I don’t own anything but the plot.)

#stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore imagine

[sinful-huntress]

would any of the boys be into shibari? i wonder who..

Hm....

So, I had to look this up to make sure I knew what was going on. And so we're on the same page:

Shibari, or Kinbaku is the casual, artistic, or sexual/ sensual art of rope tying with an emphasis on the act of tying ropes rather than the knots themselves. Often paired with nicer ropes/ materials as the point is to enjoy the sensation of the ropes not being tied down completely.

Klaus

Is very hesitant at first, doesn't like how overly controlling it feels at first

Comes around because he the feel of the material against his partner's skin and he can take his time (and he doesn't have to actually tie his partner up)

Prone to use silk, satin, and lace "ropes" (more like scarves than a traditional rope) for the soft, flowy sensation

Can get extremely into the act (and lowkey riled up to the max) due to how intimate it feels (even if it's more casual [like I'd assume doing so fully clothed or only around the legs/ arms? not sure about that but Klaus loves it to pieces]

Won't be the first to ask, but won't turn down his partner when they request (out of respect and not wanting to force anything on his partner)

Has no problem letting his partner tie him up, but will be very vocal about things he finds comfortable the whole time (gently though cause he trusts you completely)

.

Steven

Was the one to suggest first (because he loves this)

Near expert level with it, a little too smooth with his motions, and can flip his partner around way too easily

Also prone to using silk, satin, and lace but won't hesitate to use soft ropes as well despite how much more teasing he can do with scarves

Would do this every night if his partner wants to, preferably in a sensual/ sexual context

Might be a little pushy about turning casual play into a teasing fest until you cave to being more intimate

More than a little reluctant to be the one tied down, but will submit on occasion

.

Leo

Has to look it up and save up to get anything that won't leave scratch marks on both of you

Would prefer to use blankets or sheets (torn into strips or something) until one of you can get better ropes/ scarves (assuming you don't have some stashed away)

Can get a little panicky about submitting to be being tied up (the number of times this poor boy has been kidnapped...)

Gets flustered very quickly and fumbles a lot... trying to follow a guide or specific pattern the whole time (until you tell him not to)

Red tomato face for days, he didn't know he'd like it that much and hesitates to ask about doing it (even if he does love the feeling)

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Zapp

Cannot do this to save his life

Always ends up just tying his partner down and having sex

When you can get him to slow down, he's relatively good at it

He prefers to use rougher materials with intent to mark his partner as his (a few good smacks or rules in the bedroom usually calms this down)

When he does let himself enjoy the sensations, it drives him wild and he can get super creative by using his blood threads to guide the rope/ scarf across your body while his hands go the opposite direction just to feel

He makes it non-negotiable about being sensual/ sexual, he blatantly refuses to do this casually

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Zed

TOO. MUCH. RESEARCH.

Despite being very flustered over the act, he loves it (it is basically what he does anyways just with added soft materials to make it better)

Hesitates to actually tie knots, so usually just slides the material across his partner's body

Makes sure he isn't hurting you to an excessive degree the whole time and that you're comfortable (since he's naturally cold plus the silk/satin/lace rope/scarf being chilly to bare skin)

Memorizes certain patterns and techniques (particularly ones his partner likes) and becomes a bit of an expert on this

Can be a little hesitant about being the one tied down, but ultimately trusts you to both listen to him and not do anything that would harm him (Especially when you get close to his neck/ gills)

Very experimental with the materials and techniques, but only uses his blood threads if his partner is okay with it

Though he will try the pull up one way and slip a hand down the other method a few times just to see

Doesn't understand how it could be casual and gets very flustered if you try to show him videos of the artistic side (until he realizes the non-sensual/ sexual versions are performed fully clothed... then he wants to try it)

Won't try to force it, but will ask often enough (maybe once or twice a week) because it allows him to be that little bit extra intimate with his partner

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #ask #anon ask #klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #zed o'brien #zapp renfro #leonardo watch #sinful heathens

[super-unpredictable98]

The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 5: You Give Love a Bad Name

Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content, mention of drug abuse, death, a tiny bit of gore (non graphic, mostly just mention of blood), child abuse

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

"Heavens to Betsy, what did you do?" Klaus asked as soon as he saw the bodies. I have no idea why he seemed so surprised when I had just told him the pair of them died... Well, I might've forgotten to mention they died in the lobby. "Did Viktor go full Carrie again?"

"Hey, don't be a dick," I scolded in a hushed voice.

"We didn't do this," Allison gestured to the gentleman next to them and I immediately recognized him.

"Harlan? Oh you look great, remember me? Vicky from Dallas?" I tried to come closer, but he held his hand up, a clear sign for me to back off, so I did. "It's okay, I see you're having a bit of a sensory overload... You don't have to talk, I can read your mind. You did a good job, thank you for defending my siblings."

"Don't come near me please," he asked as Viktor tried once again to approach him. 

"I just wanna make sure you're okay. You can talk now."

"I can do lots of things now."

"Who is creepy grandpa?" Klaus pulled me aside next to our other siblings.

"It's Harlan, babe, the little boy Viktor used to care for in Dallas," I explained quietly, I was pretty much used at this point to Klausie being so out of the loop all the time.

"Oh shit, you're right," Alli agreed. 

"Didn't he get rid of all the kid's mojo when he did that... Thing?" Klaus asked, shimmying his shoulders as if he was possessed. "What's he even doing here now?"

"Who cares? He saved us from the Sparrows," Diego nodded towards the bodies and I immediately grabbed one of his knives. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?"

"Sorry, just borrowing," I chirped, kneeling by Jayme's side. "Hey Klaus, do you have that little vodka bottle from the minibar?"

"Right here," he held it up, it was still half full so he drank the rest and handed it to me. "What are you doing?"

"Getting some of that good stuff, I need more Jayme juice," I carefully opened her mouth, sticking my fingers in there to feel where her venom glands were located so I could make an incision and take them out. "Right here you little beauty!"

"Ew! And I'm the gross one?" Klaus winced as he watched me carefully drain her glands of the black liquid into the bottle and shove them back into her throat as if nothing happened. 

"What? It's not like she's gonna need it!" I closed the bottle and shoved it in my pocket. "This thing is divine, you have no idea."

"What are you doing?" Sloane suddenly screamed, horrified.

"She was already dead, I didn't kill her!" I held up my hands and dropped the knife which Diego quickly grabbed to clean. "I violated her body just a little bit, but I didn't kill her!"

"Give me that!" she tried to grab the bottle, but I held onto it like Gollum. 

"Sorry, Elphaba, but there's no way I'm giving this up."

Without another word, she ran the other way crying and Luther gave me the dirtiest look I've ever seen on his face. 

"Wait... You were having sex with her? That is so gross!" I announced a little louder than I intended. 

"You got a live one, Luther!" Diego screamed, rushing after her while I quietly joined Klaus once again. 

"You just stole saliva from a dead body... God, that was badass," he squealed. "Gotta share some of that with me, alright? I never tried it."

The first thing I did as I walked into our room was unscrew the cap and take a little drop of the black liquid in the bottle, spreading it on Klaus' forehead. At first, he pretended to gag and winced in disgust, but as soon as the liquid disappeared from his skin, his face changed completely.

"Oh shit!" he giggled, laying in bed while I changed into some normal clothes we ended up buying during our shopping spree. 

I watched him trip for a couple of minutes until he sat back up agape. "Holy fuck, this is amazing!"

"What did you see?" I asked, tossing him a change of clothes before locking the bottle up in the safe hidden inside the wardrobe.

"We were on our honeymoon in Brazil," he grinned and I closed my eyes to be able to see what he saw. "You were wearing that swimsuit from earlier and we were hooking up at the beach... It was heaven."

"That is so cute," I leaned in to kiss him. 

"What did you trip about the first time?"

"We were in our 20s and having a birthday party, you looked absolutely gorgeous and everyone was there, but you kept saying all these dirty things in my ear..."

"Oh, so like I do all the time," he teased, buttoning up his yellow shirt. "We should probably tell someone about that big ball of light in the basement... That could be dangerous."

"Yeah, just tell Diego, that chismoso will have everyone knowing in no time," I suggested, fixing my hair before opening the door to leave. "Come on, let's find him."

I could hear D's thoughts, he was very angry at Stanley for... Setting the lobby on fire with a molotov cocktail? Oh my God, that was such a classic Diego move! I could see him doing that as a kid, he had no right to be mad at his son for doing it. 

He kept trying to push that narrative that he was the most responsible 12-year-old on the planet, but I remember quite well that he would destroy everything with his knives, I don't even know how many times I accidentally got hit in the eye by one when he was still practicing. 

"Most of it wasn't even my fault, it was the man! The octogenarian!" Stan tried to argue.

"I don't give a shit where he grew up, alright? You're gonna clean because no one-" Diego started, but Stan wasn't done.

"And you're just mad cause you got your ass kicked by a floating cube!"

"That's it, you're grounded!"

Klaus and I couldn't keep from laughing. I was still intrigued by the fact that my brother didn't know what the word octogenarian meant, his son must've gotten Lila's brains. I hate to admit it because she creeps me out, but she's a smart little cookie.

"What are you two laughing at? You were conveniently absent when all this shit went down!" Diego turned to glare at us.

"We were talking with dad," Klaus said, doing a flourish with his hands.

"Don't move an inch," he pointed at his kid before pulling us aside. "Did you ask him about the mother shit?"

"Yeah," I looked over his shoulder at Stan, I don't know why but every time I saw him I felt the urge to pinch his cheeks and spoil the shit out of him... it was my first time meeting any niece or nephew so I guess I was little blinded by his cuteness.

"What'd he say?"

"That he didn't kill them," Klaus sighed heavily.

"And you believed that?"

"I don't know, it's hard to say, the Sparrows have got him all doped up like a... Like a me! Not even Vicky could read his mind properly, she said it was foggy."

"Anything else?" 

"Yes! The basement," I nudged my fiancé's arm.

"Yeah, that luggage room where we used to huff paint! Do you recall ever seeing this blinding orb of light?" Klaus asked. 

"Now we're done," Diego patted him on the back and turned on his heel.

"No, Dieguito! It's true, I saw it!" I called, but he was already distracted by Chet bringing one of those housekeeping carts.

"Chet, my love," Klaus immediately ran up to him. "I need to talk about that wedding reception I mentioned the other day, what is the closest date you have available and how much would that cost?"

"Aunt Vicky, can you talk to dad so he won't be so mad at me? I didn't do anything, it's true! I just had a little accident with a bottle, but the old man was the one who killed those two. Please, auntie? Please?" Stanley asked, probably sensing my weak spot for him. 

"I saw what you did, with the molotov cocktail... So it wasn't nothing," I cocked an eyebrow, but he wrapped his arms around me, surprising me with a hug. "I'll see what I can do, okay? Let me talk to your dad."

"Here," Diego handed the boy a bunch of keys and a list. "When you're done here, you're gonna clean every room on Chet's list to pay for this mess."

"Hey, D... Do you think that's really the best course of action? I mean he had an accident with the fire, he could just clean up the lobby and move on?" I suggested. "He won't do it again, right?"

"It doesn't matter, Vicky, you're too soft with him! If you really love your nephew so bad, you and Klaus can babysit him today."

"Nooo, why can't you do it? We have wedding stuff to plan! We have to do it before the whole world goes to shit," Klaus whined.

"I have to babysit Luther in case Allison pops off again," Diego explained.

"Wow, Luther manages to ruin my life even indirectly," I shook my head. "It's my fucking wedding!"

"You're ruining their wedding and my day, you should eat shit!" Staley shouted as his father left. "You two are having a double wedding?" he asked.

"No, we're marrying each other," Klaus huffed, pushing the cart towards the elevator.

"Aren't you siblings?" 

"Not biologically, and not legally anymore, dad disowned all of us."

"Fucking white people..."

"Hey young man! Do not talk to your aunt like this! She's not white, she's 100% Latina. Born in Latin America, she's basically the girl from Ipanema."

"Except I was born in Copacabana," I mumbled. "But he's right, I'm not white!"

Okay, maybe it wasn't ideal that we had to follow Stan cleaning rooms all day instead of tasting cakes and choosing our menu, but I was still willing to make the best out of it. I wanted to know everything about the last 12 years when I wasn't around my nephew. I never knew I liked children, but maybe if Klaus and I did a good job that day and by a miracle we escaped the end of the world again, we could think of having our own one day.

It wasn't so bad watching him... At least we didn't have to deal with the stupid Sparrows, Harlan, or Luther's stupid crush. Out of everyone, we might have gotten the best job of all. 

"Ew, what are you doing?" I watched as Klaus tipped back a little bottle of mouthwash.

"What? You made me drink the last of my vodka to store your Jayme juice, now I only have this," he said, inhaling sharply. "By the way, you missed a spot, kiddo."

"Well, you missed a spot on your face and I'm not complaining," Stan snapped back.

"Excuse me! Respect your uncle," I asked firmly. "I know you're grumpy because you have to do this, but we all had better things to do, no need to take it out on him. We had to deal with punishments way worse than this one when we were your age."

"That's true, one time I got six months of laundry duty, six fucking months, just for pawning one of my dad's stupid priceless artifacts from Mexico," Klaus scoffed. "Turns out it did have a price, dad, and that price was 35 dollars for meth, thank you very much."

"I'm so grateful you still have all your teeth..." I sighed, remembering how horrible it used to be to take care of him when he was on meth. "And I'm glad you're clean, mostly."

"Laundry duty doesn't seem so bad," Stan shrugged.

"It is when you know what your brothers do into their socks," Klaus chuckled. 

"That didn't include you?" I teased.

"No! Most of the time I just used a tissue or licked it off like a civilized person!" 

"You licked it off?" Stan recoiled, but laughed.

"It's my own, what's so gross about that? You don't see people reacting like that when someone sucks on a paper cut and tastes their blood," he elbowed me. "Now I don't really do that anymore, I have your aunt to clean up the mess."

"Don't say that!" I laughed, giving Klaus a playful shove. 

"Sound like you two got into a lot of trouble when you were my age," Stan commented.

"Oh, tons!" he shared a look with me. "Truancy, larceny, arsony... You know I lot of the stuff we were doing wasn't even illegal at the time, have you heard of Klaus' law?"

"I was not as much of a trouble maker-" I tried to save face, but of course my lovely partner in crime wouldn't let me.

"No no no, you were just better than me at hiding it, your aunt crashed her first car into a fire hydrant not two minutes after getting it, she stole your dad's knives so many times, she planned most of the sneaking out, she got us all hooked on Brazilian telenovelas that we had to hide to watch, she kept all of my weed and smoked with me..."

"Klaus!" I yelped.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Half of the time I was just trying to piss off my dad, Luther, Diego, or Ben," he drawled, pulling me into bed and trapping me against his chest.

"Yeah, oppositional defiant disorder," Stan muttered. "At least that's what my shrink calls it."

"Go on..." Klaus narrowed his eyes.

"It's typically associated with an argumentative, aggressive-"

"Irritable mood?" I finished and our nephew nodded.

"Antisocial, risk-seeking behavior, and impulsivity."   

"Ding-dong, who's at the door? Me!" Klaus stared at me wide-eyed at the realization. "I have that! It feels so good to put a name to it. So all the drugs, and the manipulation, and my cult..."

"You had a cult?" 

"It was the '60s babe, everybody had one. The point is all that was a reaction to my father and his obscenely high expectations of me! And then after dad, Vicky left which only made me go deeper into that hole, then I had Ben haunting my every move."

"Who's Ben?" 

"Ben is your other uncle who died when we were 16," I sat up. "He's alive in this timeline but it's not our Ben, so fuck him, he might as well be dead."

"Come on, focus, Vicky! If I set this room on fire would it be fulfilling?" Klaus sat up as well, piquing the interest of our crazy nephew who immediately reached into his pocket for his lighter. 

"I don't know. If I was to act out right now, who would it even be in opposition to?"

"Chet, who is the last person you should be opposing right before our wedding," I warned, scared he might want to test out that theory.

"You're right, maybe this whole new timeline thingy is a blessing in disguise, except for Stanley obviously..."

"HEY! He has feelings, Klausie, he's our family! We don't say that about family," I chastised. "He is a blessing, look at his little face!"

"To you, not Diego... But maybe now I can have a normal-ish relationship with our cold emotionless father. And you're not legally my sister anymore, so who's to say anything about us? We're like best friends who grew up together, childhood sweethearts, nothing more."

"I like the sound of that," I bit my lip, too wrapped up in my own head to notice Stan stealing a bunch of small objects from the room, but luckily my 'childhood sweetheart' noticed.

"Hey! Ay ay ay!" Klaus pointed, making a sound that clearly translated to 'stop that'. 

"Come on!" Stanley protested.

"No! Put it back!" he yelled, tsking at him as the boy put the car keys back in place. "All of it, please! Yes yes."

"I thought you were supposed to be the fun uncle!"

"I know me too..."

"That was so hot," I whispered in Klaus' ear. "You being responsible just turned me on so much."

"Can I just keep one thing?" Stan asked after emptying his pockets.

"Alright, you can keep the panties, if you work fast! Aunt Vicky needs my attention," he clapped with a smirk.

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After that open conversation the two of them had, things got surprisingly easier and a lot more fun. Klaus finally seemed to accept Stan as part of the family and enjoy his company as much as I did. We were great babysitters! 

"Go faster! Faster!" Stan screamed as Klaus pushed us down the hall on that cleaning cart. 

"Coming through!" He shouted, having way too much fun with that until he stopped, seeing the one door at the end of the hall different from all the others. "White Buffalo Suite... Squirt, make with the key on this one, chop-chop."

"Let me check... Nope, this room isn't on the list and I'm definitely not gonna clean a room that isn't even on the list."

"White Buffalo, why does it have that name?" I jumped from the cart to check the door.

"I could pick the lock, but Diego took my switchblade," Stan frowned and so did I, hearing him call his dad Diego, but I guess after 12 years it would take some getting used to.

"Yeah, stand down," Klaus cracked his knuckled and his neck as if preparing for battle. "I once had to pick a lock with my teeth while partially paralyzed on Quaaludes. Oh man, that was an evening... All right, keep a watch out for me."

"This just gets hotter and hotter," I murmured to myself as I watched my fiancé get on his knees to unlock the door, I could almost see that ghost of young him prying open the door of the lab at college to steal the laughing gas that the odontology majors kept in there.

"Huh... Five founded The Commission," I blurted out after visiting our sibling's thoughts to pass the time as we waited. 

"What?"

"Nothing, keep going. That thing in the basement we saw, I think it's called a Kugelblitz."

"Name makes sense... Got it!" Klaus finally opened the door and winked when he saw the horny look on my face. "Having deja-vu, Liebling?"

"You have no idea," I entered the room and looked around. It was way bigger than any other room, much more colorful and luxurious as well. A huge buffalo head decorated the salmon-colored wall and everything was perfectly clean even though the lights were on, indicating someone must've been using it.

"Oh my God! Looks like friggin' Indiana Jones in here!" Stan ran inside. "Whoa! A pachinko!"

While he was distracted with all the stuff the room had to offer, Klaus was enthralled by that buffalo head, so I closed my eyes to enter his mind and see what he was thinking about. 

I wasn't surprised to find he was remembering a white buffalo painting we saw at dad's new office. It was very hard to miss, and it had to mean something, it would be too much of a coincidence for that room and that painting to have the same exact theme. Maybe dad knew something we didn't.

"Hey, come on, chop-chop Stan," I heard Klaus' voice. "Gotta see a man abut a buffalo-"

But before he could finish that sentence, I heard the sound of a projectile being shot and my fiancé groaning in pain. I opened my eyes to find Stan holding a speargun, a spear had been shot and went straight through Klaus' chest, landing on the wall where the pachinko machine was. 

I ran to take him in my arms, drenching my dress in his blood. Klaus was shaking and trying to stand, but his legs gave out, bringing me to my knees with the weight of his body as I let out an ear-splitting cry.

"Oh shit, the wedding," were the last words Klaus uttered before his final breath and I sobbed uncontrollably, holding him close to my chest. 

"Aunt Vicky, I'm s-s-sorry," Stan stammered, still in shock.

"Sorry? You're sorry?" I stood up, taking the gun from him before he could cause any more destruction. "YOU KILLED THE PERSON I LOVE THE MOST IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!"

"It was an accident, aunt Vicky!"

"Don't call me aunt, you little shit!" I slapped him before I could stop myself and he fell, crawling away from me. I immediately regretted doing that to a child, but it was too late to take back, just like Klaus' murder.

He looked at me with such terror, his nose bleeding and his cheek reddening, but to me it was not enough. I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to suffer as much as I was suffering. He took from me the only thing I had left, the only person that made me truly happy in all these 33 years of life. 

"He was my everything! He was my world and you took him from me!" I screamed. "I never wanna see you again, seu filho da puta! I fucking hate you! Eu te odeio, seu desgraçado!"

"P-please don't hurt me!" he begged with tears rolling down his face, which only made me angrier.

"YOU HURT HIM! YOU HURT ME! Go get your father now! Get out of my sight before I kill you with my own hands," I rushed back to my fiancé, to embrace him and stop myself from doing something I'd regret even more. "Klaus was right, you're not a blessing, you're a curse, you fucking demon spawn. I wish your mother never had brought you into this world. Now go, get out!"

#tua fanfic #tua #tua klaus #umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy klaus #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus hargreeves #fanfic #multichapter #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic

[fanghunting]

So, limited gw2 knowledge activate. Pls with the gw2 au

The boys have a char s/o (of feline descent) and while they're cuddling after a long day's hunting, char s/o starts grooming them out of nowhere... grooming and purring.

(Its just a nice thought that the char would groom their partners)

you accessed my hyperfixation, well done :3c

Klaus

Leaning into you, feeling your fur tickling his skin… It’s nice. Divine. Klaus can’t deny how much he cares about you. Loves you. He’s facing you, enjoying the blissful look of your closed eyes. The purring that vibrates even his chest. You’re… He loves you. So much. Then the feeling of your tongue, rough on his hair. Pulling it back and leaving it slicked for a moment. A low sigh. Contentment. Love. He adores you, and all these little things you do.

Steven

He's loving being held. Even if being a priest of Lyssa with a charr gets him weird looks. He loves you, adores you. The feeling of your fur… Is that your tongue in his hair??? He looks visibly confused. Then it’s on his cheek. Rough. Coarse. Kind of tugging at the skin around his scar. He can’t help the annoyed grunt. It’s still fresh, still hurts. But you… You’re adorable. Precious. Just as he couldn’t help the grunt, he can’t help the chuckle. Leaning in, nuzzling into your fur.

Leo

Small as he is, it’s a lot like holding a cub. He’s enveloped in the fur of your chest, enjoying the smothering warmth and the way your breathing moves his entire body. It’s really… He can’t explain why he enjoys it so much. Maybe because its you. He’d hate feeling so small next to anyone else after all. Your tongue on his back is a pretty natural occurrence. You groom him a lot. His hair is pretty messy after all. But he can’t be mad, no matter how often you do it. It’s just how you say ‘i love you’. One of them at least.

Zapp

He never thought he’d end up with a charr. Not even just because of the war that was only recently ending, but also just… preference. But you. You were so worth it. Are so worth it. He may be too small to really hold you, but he tries. Tries with all his might. Even wrapping threads around you. Your purring vibrates his heart, rumbling his entire body. He tries to protest when you swipe your tongue over his face. Come on, he’s got- lick. HEY. lick. Okay fine. lick.

Zed

It’s hard for Zed to be out of the water for too long. Like a plant that was sprouted submerged, he needs a lot of water. So you two usually cuddle in a stream or lake. Such as now, with you leaning on a rock and him resting in your lap. Enjoying the feeling of your fur- even if it’s soaked- and the water. You’ll be grooming all the water out soon. But… He feels a little bad. His skin- more like scales or maybe leaves- can’t take your tongue. You’ve tried before, it ripped a hole that bled horribly. So instead you nuzzle. Nuzzle into him, enjoying how you can feel your own purring reverb back to you. And he enjoys it all the same.

#klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #leonardo watch #zapp renfro #zed o'brien #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #what do i call this au.... guild blockade battlefront???

[cursedarchived]

i keep thinking about hope making hybrids or other vampires and i don't know how she would approach it or handle it.

we can see she views hybrids as strong,   brave,   capable creatures because that's who her mother and father were.   when she gave henry her blood and told him exactly how to turn himself,   hope had done that as a way to give him strength and help him survive the bullying of the other wolves at school.   because she looks at hayley and klaus and sees no one ever bullies them,   people fear them.

she did this out of the kindness of her heart,   wanting to help that werewolf boy become the strong hybrid he deserved to be.   at least in her eyes. but after losing her mother and father,   because of her,   she finds it a lot harder to accept making a new sire line.   she begins pushing people away to save them,   to save herself the hurt of losing them.   i find it incredibly unlikely that hope would ever willingly create a hybrid or vampire so flippantly.   she reminds herself of that over and over.

after meeting kai parker,   learning about the merge,   hope has a thought for a brief moment of offering the twins her blood to make them heretics.   she wonders if that would save them both from the merge,   breaking that curse on their bloodline once and for all.   but she never does because even then,   being tied to her even more closely means they would be targeted even more.   plus if hope were to die,   truly meet her end,   that means they would too.   hope never had the thought again about offering the twins her blood for that.  

after becoming the tribrid,   even without her humanity,   hope doesn’t turn anyone else.   she enjoys her solitude and her freedom but also,   she knows deep down that they would become a responsibility and she can’t bring herself to accept the fate of others again.   hurt after hurt makes her reluctant to ever turn anyone,   least of all a practical stranger.

but then the idea of hybrids comes up again and hope finds herself wondering if maybe she could make a handful.   they’re strong,   amazing creatures.   she also can’t help but wonder if this idea comes from missing her parents so deeply that she’s willing to endanger other werewolves just for the feeling of family again.  

i’ve also thought about when hope returns to new orleans finally,   making the city her home again,   if she might start turning vampires.   hybrids too,   reaching out to bridge that gap with the crescent pack again and offering to make hybrids.   but she will always doubt her own intentions with this,   wondering if just maybe being home makes her miss klaus and hayley.   how new orleans doesn’t feel right without hybrids and hoards of vampires.   but she also wonders that if her own sires would be loyal to her,   to keeping the peace of new orleans she wants so badly.   the safe haven her mother tried to make,   the city her father created.  

really,   i feel like hope may never make a vampire or hybrid,   that she will be the one and only of her sire line.   but maybe not,   maybe as she grows and heals her heart,   her wounds,   she might just feel okay again and start to open her heart to helping the weaker wolves.   maybe that will be a start.

#[ ooc ] headcanon.