#klaus baudelaire x fem!reader

[library-angel]

Royals and Rule-breakers: Chapter 1 (Klaus Baudelaire x Fem Reader)

{Klaus Baudelaire x Fem Reader- Baudelaire siblings as the children of recently deceased monarchs; Klaus falls for the new royal painter, formerly an antiestablishment activist with a vendetta against the ruling class but a love of classical literature and hopeless romanticism.}

Mystery and Misconduct 

The Baudelaire siblings are the children of  monarchs who were assassinated five years ago by Count Olaf; as far as we are concerned, he is locked away, and the young royals are under the supervision of their advisor, Mr. Poe.

***

Klaus glanced up from his book at the slight rustle of the leaves on a nearby rose hedge; a young lady around his age, who had been inhaling the roses' scent, opened her eyes and squealed with horror when she saw him, then quickly sprinted away.

"Wait! Hello Ma'am! Who are..." Klaus watched her disappear behind the continuous maze of bushes, voice trailing off as he frowned a little. There was absolutely no way just anyone could roam the palace grounds, nor was it possible for anyone to sneak in. Klaus shook his head, deciding to put off the matter until dinner.

***

"Klaus? Klaus!"

"Shh, Violet, I'm here, I'm here!" Klaus hushed his older sister as he set down a stack of books on his desk.

"Well, don't just stand around, we're supposed to greet our new painter in three minutes!" Violet huffed, taking his hand and the hand of their younger sister, Sunny, who was following her, dragging the two out of the room.

"Not another portrait..." Klaus groaned, straightening out his necktie.

"No portraits!" Sunny echoed, and Violet sighed and shook her head.

"I don't think he's here for portraits. I think he's been commissioned to do a mural on the ceiling of one of the ballrooms. Finest in the world, supposedly."

"Well, I suppose a new mural would be quite nice." Klaus mused, and Violet hushed him as they made their way to the thrones in the center of the entry hall.

"Finally! Almost late, per usual." The familiar voice of their advisor scolded as they sat down.

"But not actually late, per usual Mr. Poe." Violet retorted, straightening her shoulders.

The front doors ceremoniously flung open, and a haughty man strode into the room as the guards on either side announced, "Vincent D'Angelo!"

The man took an overdramatic bow that seemed to be more out of self importance and mockery than respect.

"Welcome, Mr. D'Angelo." Violet greeted politely. "I trust you've settled into your room already?"

The painter looked disappointed for a moment. "Beg pardon, but I was under the assumption that I would be talking to a man... perhaps an older one... you there, boy." He pointed at Klaus.

Klaus, however, had his attention focused on the somewhat small figure behind the man: the girl from the garden. She glanced up for a moment, but as soon as she saw Klaus gazing at her, she quickly returned her own gaze to the floor. She seemed to shrink away from everything around her, especially the painter.

"Klaus? Klaus! Ah, you must forgive him, he is but a child still." Mr. Poe cleared his throat in annoyance, and Klaus looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sir?"

"Ah, you, young man. Are you in charge here?" D'Angelo pressed, and Klaus turned to him and shook his head, gesturing to Violet.

"No sir, my sister is."

The painter frowned, and Mr. Poe quickly spoke up.

"Well, technically, she is somewhat of a figurehead. She cannot officially rule until she marries, and if she does not find a husband, Klaus here is to take her spot once he turns eighteen in a few months."

"Ah, I see. So who am I to see about my newest project?"

"I, sir, am their advisor." Mr. Poe piped up smugly. "Everything shall go through me."

"Perfect! I shall begin work tomorrow morning. You can expect it done in six months time."

Klaus glanced at the girl again, noticing her eyes widen with panic as her face glowed red.

"Really?" Violet quizzically raised her eyebrow. "Most of the murals we have commissioned take up to a year or more to complete."

"Ah, I shall get it done in no time." The painter finally acknowledged the presence of the girl beside him. "Won't I little lamb?"

"Yes sir." She responded shakily, and the siblings exchanged concerned glances.

"And you're his assistant, correct? Y/N L/N, is it?"

"Oh yes, yes, this is little Y/N." D'Angelo spoke up for her. "But I prefer to call her little lamb, for she is like a little sheep. Wherever I go, she follows, eh?"

Y/N did not seem pleased with this comparison, and Violet creased her brow slightly. "I assume you have settled into your room as well, Ms. L/N?"

"She has, she has, no need to worry about her." The painter quickly responded in her place once more.

"Well then." Mr. Poe cleared his throat once more. "It appears everything is settled then! You will be escorted back to your rooms. Dinner will be at five o' clock sharp. I trust we shall see you then, then you may begin work as soon as you can tomorrow."

"As soon as the sun rises!" D'Angelo promised, waving dramatically before exiting the hall, Y/N hesitantly following his confident strides.

"Well that was... an experience." Violet mused with annoyance, Sunny nodding.

"What a funny man. Funny man."

"His poor assistant." Klaus mumbled, but Mr. Poe still heard him.

"Poor? Certainly not! She must be living a most lavish life to be traveling with such a man."

Klaus sighed and rolled her eyes, following his sisters out of the hall.

"Remember, dinner at five!"

"We know, Mr. Poe." Violet called back tiredly. "It's the same every time."

***

{The rest of the chapters I have so far are up on my Wattpad, https://www.wattpad.com/user/SmallSinnamonAngel, but I’ll be slowly uploading the chapters here as well! }

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[agaypanic]

hi can i req a quigley quagmire x fem reader fic?? maybe has something to do with him being jealous + lots of fluff <33

Jealousy Gets You Nowhere (Quigley Quagmire X Reader)

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Summary: Quigley doesn’t like the fact that Y/n and Klaus are friends.

A/N: AU where the Baudelaires and Quagmires aren’t orphans lol

***

Quigley Quagmire, like his siblings, always tried to stay optimistic. He believed that looking for a light would prevent you from getting lost in darkness. He was very trusting, quick to make new friends.

So it surprised you when your boyfriend didn’t seem to like one of your new friends, Klaus Baudelaire, that much.

You thought they would’ve gotten along perfectly. They were both interested in learning, especially about niche subjects. They were highly intelligent. Duncan and Isadora seemed to take a liking to Klaus, and usually the Quagmire triplets made pretty similar decisions when it came to who to befriend and trust.

Luckily, Klaus didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t notice how quickly Quigley disguised his displeasure when you introduced them to each other. He didn’t mind when Quigley gave a curt nod instead of shaking Klaus’ hand that was reaching out to him. He didn’t voice his confusion when Quigley’s eyes started darting between him and you with anger and accusation.

But you did. You saw it all, but had no idea why he was acting like this. He was just fine before you opened the door for Klaus. It’s not like Klaus was rude to Quigley in any way. But you had to hold back your questions until the Baudelaire boy had left, not wanting to make him feel unwelcome by pointing out Quigley’s behavior.

“Are you okay?” You asked your boyfriend as soon as the front door closed behind Klaus. You turned to see his expression was noticeably brighter.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked, acting like his entire encounter (or lack thereof) with Klaus hadn’t happened. “Come on, Mom’s making lunch.” He held his hand out for you to take. You sighed before smiling at him. Maybe Quigley was just having an off day and didn’t want to be around a new person. So you decided to let it go.

“Okay.” You took his hand and made your way to the kitchen to see what Mrs. Quagmire was making.

***

If Quigley was having an off day, then he must have been having an off month. Whenever you as much as mentioned Klaus, sourness overtook him, and you had no idea why. But you had a plan to fix it. Klaus had invited you to the library for the afternoon and, with his permission, you dragged Quigley along. You had a feeling that if he knew Klaus would be there, he would make up some excuse to keep the both of you from going. So you decided to just “forget” that little detail.

“Hey, Klaus!” You whispered excitedly to your friend when you spotted him at a table, a small pile of books on it with one open in front of him. He lifted his head to smile at you and your boyfriend.

“Y/n, Quigley! Glad you could make it.” He responded in the same hushed but delighted tone. Quigley pulled out a chair for you to sit in and sat between you and Klaus. Your boyfriend looked at you, irritated that you neglected to tell him that this wasn’t a date to the library but a group hangout with someone he couldn’t seem to stand.

“Sorry we took so long. Quigley needed some convincing to get out of the house.” You said. Klaus waved you off.

“I get that. If I’m being honest, I’m really only here because I’ve read every book in our library.” It amazed you how big of a reader Klaus was. He soaked up every piece of information like a sponge that never stopped expanding.

“Every book?” Quigley asked, arms crossed. He seemed just interested in how Klaus could manage to read so much, but you could tell that he was in disbelief that he could do such a thing. As if it was impossible and Klaus only said it to be impressive.

“It took a while, but yes, every book.” Klaus smiled at your boyfriend, before looking at you. “Speaking of books, I found that one you recommended to me. It’s very interesting so far.”

“I knew you’d like it!” You grinned, seeing that the book you had suggested to Klaus was the one he was reading now. You stood from your seat. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna grab a book I’ve been looking for.”

“I’ll come with you.” Quigley said eagerly. He stood up and pulled you away from the table and towards the maze of bookcases, despite not knowing what book you were looking for. You started leading the way when he was about to pass the section you knew the book was in. “Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?” Your boyfriend asked with annoyance as he watched you search the shelves.

“You wouldn’t have come if I told you.” You shrugged. “What’s your problem with Klaus, Quigley? He’s been nothing but friendly to you since the start.”

“Oh, and I bet he’s been just friendly to you as well.” Although your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes roll. You turned around.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t tell me you’re blind, Y/n.” Quigley huffed. When you didn’t budge, he started to do an impression of your friend. “Look at me, I’m so smart. I’ve read every book in my library. I’m such a genius. Oh, Y/n, I love your book recommendations. I’d read every book under the sun if you suggested it because I love words!” You had to hold back a laugh. Sure, it was funny, but this was your friend that Quigley was making fun of.

“He doesn’t sound like that.” You said as you turned back around, trying to find the book you wanted.

“I don’t know. I think I was spot on.” 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” Quigley didn’t respond. Finally spotting the book on a higher shelf, you looked around for a stool to drag over. You set one up and looked at him. “Oh my god, Quigley, you are jealous.”

“No, I’m not.” He rolled his eyes, but he moved to stand beside you when you stood up on the stool. Even though you were balanced, he put a hand on your hip, just in case. 

“I think you are.”

“I’m not.” He said with finality. He glanced up to see you pull out a book. “Did he recommend that to you?” You smiled, taking his hand as you stepped down to the floor.

“Nope.” You turned the book cover to him. “You did.” He looked at the title and it was indeed the book that he was talking to you about earlier that week. He didn’t technically suggest it for you to read, but he knew that you liked trying to show an interest in the things he was interested. 

“Oh…” He didn’t really know what to say now. You squeezed his hand.

“Klaus and I are just friends, Quigley. I only have eyes for you. I’m dating you, after all.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. Klaus has been nothing but kind, and your jealousy made you a bit of a jerk.” You started to walk back to the table, pulling him with you. “Come on. Time to say sorry.” 

Quigley tugged you back before the two of you could get too far. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your forehead before resting his head on yours.

“I’m sorry, N/n. I just don’t like sharing you, I guess.” You smiled.

“It’s okay. You just have to get used to it.” He nodded and the two of you broke apart, hands still interlocked. “And get used to it fast, because I’m having lunch with his sisters tomorrow.” Quigley groaned behind you as you two walked towards the table.

“There’s more of them?”

#quigley quagmire x reader #quigley quagmire #asoue #asoue x reader #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate events x reader #agaypanic

[cannibalizedyke]

Fine Line

Aged Up!Klaus Baudelaire x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1,118

Warnings: language, kind of angst? I guess? Not really

Summary: There's a rather fine line between love and hate, and you discover this when your best friend invites her brother to a hotel room slumber party that he was not supposed to attend.

A/N: Enemies to lovers hehe >:) Got this prompt from my dear friend @thewritingbabe (ily Lily)

There is no one in the world who irritates you more than Klaus Baudelaire. You don’t know if it’s his persistent know-it-all attitude, the way he’s constantly pushing his glasses higher on nose even when they’re already up too high, or how he makes your skin flush and your stomach flutter just by being near you. You despise him like you’ve never hated anyone before.

So, of course, your best friend, Klaus’s sister, Violet Baudelaire, had to invite him along to the hotel room slumber party you’d been planning for months. You should’ve expected it, really - Violet invites her siblings along for everything. They’re three peas in a pod, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny; it’s just rather unfortunate that the middle pea has a horribly foul taste.

It was supposed to be just you, Violet, and Isadora - a nice little girls’ night slumber party with no annoying know-it-all brothers and plenty of pillows and snacks and cable TV. Instead, it’s going to be you, Violet, Isadora, Klaus, and Sunny - an uncomfortable slumber party with Violet’s younger siblings, which includes a know-it-all brother. Lovely.

The discomfort starts on the car ride - Violet’s driving and Isadora called shotgun, so you’re stuck pressed against Klaus in the back, trying your best (and failing miserably) to avoid touching him. He looks no more comfortable than you do, and you’re not sure whether to be relieved or offended by that fact.

You arrive not a moment too soon (far too late, honestly) and practically leap out of the car. “Can we please just get to our rooms?” you ask, putting your money on the fact that not all of you would fit in one room and there was no way you’d have to sleep in the same one as Klaus.

Violet sighs. “All right, all right.” She signs in at the desk and forces you and Klaus to carry the luggage up to the rooms.

Yours, Violet’s, and Isadora’s bag is too heavy for you to carry by yourself, so unfortunately Klaus has to come into the room with you to help. In the process, you trip over a soda can the staff must’ve neglected to clean (this place is definitely getting a bad review) and fall into the door, causing it to slam shut. You groan, rubbing your head where you hit it, and shove Klaus away when he tries to help you up.

“I’m just trying to help you!” He throws his hands up exasperatedly.

“I can stand up on my own, thank you very much,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Oh, heaven forbid someone be kind to you!” Klaus does that irritating thing where he pushes his glasses up his nose and you resist the urge to break them with a punch.

You ignore him and stumble back onto your feet. “Let’s just go. We dropped off the stuff, we don’t need to spend any more time with each other.”

“Finally, something we can agree on,” Klaus mutters as you reach into your pocket for the key card.

Empty. You frown and dig your hand into the other one. Also empty. “Shit, where’s the card!?” you ask frantically, patting yourself all over. “Klaus, where is it!?”

“I don’t have it!” he says indignantly. “Violet gave it to you!”

You groan. “I know, I just… Ah, shit. I must’ve dropped it when I fell. Shit, shit, shit.” You pull out your phone to text Violet about your predicament.

I can tell the staff. Just hang tight, she responds.

You sigh frustratedly and sink to the floor. “‘Just hang tight’,” you repeat mockingly.

“Well,” says Klaus awkwardly, flapping his hands in his pockets. “I suppose we’re stuck here.”

“Do you now?” You huff and look down at your lap. “‘Suppose’,” you grumble to yourself. “Can’t you just say ‘guess’?”

“I enjoy using words that are amusing to say.”

“Clearly.”

An awkward silence resounds and before long it’s been ten minutes and Violet still hasn’t arrived with the staff. “Stars, where is she?” you mutter, picking up your phone and dialing her number. “Where the hell are you?” you ask.

“Sorry!” Your friend’s voice sounds through the phone. “Long line. I promise we’ll be there soon.”

You sigh. “Okay. See you soon.” You hang up and toss your phone across the room.

“It’s going to break if you just toss it around like that,” Klaus says.

“Hasn’t broken yet!” You give him a mocking smile.

Klaus scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Is it necessary for you to be so unfathomably rude all the time?”

“No. Only when I’m around you.”

“Why is that?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused. “What is it that I’ve done to you that’s made you hate me so much?”

“You’re just so irritating!” You burst out. “You insist on sounding smart for absolutely no reason at all, you’re always pushing up your glasses when it’s totally unnecessary, and… and you just…” You struggle for another reason, looking up into his eyes. His eyes which are - wow, they’re pretty. Brown like a hazelnut and they just look so deep and intelligent and you - oh, shit.

Before you realize what you’re doing, you leap up and grab his face in your hands, crashing your lips together. Stars, his lips are soft. So soft and wow, he’s such a good kisser and you love this; why haven’t you kissed him before? He’s so incredible, so beautiful, and oh my stars he’s kissing you back. His hands are in your hair and his tongue is moving against yours and it’s amazing, it’s so terribly amazing and you don’t want it to stop but then the door opens and oh stars, Violet.

The two of you lurch apart, looking flushed and wide-eyed at the annoyed face of the staff member and the shocked face of Violet Baudelaire.

“Here’s your key,” the staff member says flatly, handing it to you stiffly before walking away.

“Well.” Violet clears her throat. “Looks like you two are getting along.”

You wince. “Ah, Violet - “

“Nope, don’t want an explanation!” she says brightly. “I will leave you to it. Ah, be done by seven, please. Isadora and I will need the room. Well, then.” She leaves, shock still prominent on her face.

You turn back to Klaus, blinking. “We just…”

“Yeah,” he says.

“...kissed.”

“Yeah.”

You swallow. “I kinda… liked it?”

Klaus swallows as well. “Yeah, um. Me too.”

“Well, then.” You take a step toward him. “Do you want to…?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and your lips crash together once more. “Fine line between love and hate, huh?” he says breathlessly once you break apart.

You shake your head, just as breathless. “Apparently.”

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[ayoitspatricia]

What are older sisters for?

Violet Baudelaire x sister!reader

It was late afternoon, you and your 3 siblings had decided it would be a nice day to visit the beach. 

You were the second youngest out of you, Sunny, Klaus and Violet so as an instinct, your older siblings felt like they had to protect you and Sunny. This made you feel safe knowing that your siblings would never intentionally let you get harmed and that they would always try their best to not let you get harmed at all. 

Your favourite out of your brothers and sisters had to be Violet. You both had a massive sister bond which meant that you and her were extremely close. A lot of the time, you couldn't even sleep without Violet by your side and you would always try to engage in activities Violet was doing, much to your parents dismay. 

And this afternoon was one of those afternoon's where your sibling bond came in handy. You watched as Violet used her ribbon to tie up her hair, making it look perfect, and then continued what she was previously doing. 

You put your hand into your dress pocket and pulled out a ribbon, which was similar to Violet's, and tried to tie up your hair the way she did. But after a few attempts, you gave up, huffing in an annoyed tone. This caught Violet's attention as she turned her head to look at you, chucking when she spotted the ribbon in your hands. The exact ribbon that she had lost 2 weeks ago. She walked over to you and sat down beside you. 

"Would you like some help with that (Y/n/n)?" she asks you softly, making you nod in return. 

She gave you a sincere smile and positioned you infront of her, taking the ribbon and carefully taking her time to tie your hair up with it. When she had made sure that it was good enough for you, she took out a small pocket mirror and gave it to you, letting you see how you looked. 

You gave her a hug, "Thank you Violet!"

"Anytime (Y/n), after all, what are older sister's for?"

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[ssadumba55]

Falling For You (Violet Baudelaire X Fem! Reader)

Request: Maybe could u do Violet Baudelaire x fem!Reader? Reader is spending time with her and Sunny, then suddenly Sunny is falling from something and both girls are trying to catch baby. Reader caught Sunny but rn Violet is on top of her and they both so embarrassed. They both have feelings for each other but they were too afraid to do a first step.

You weren’t sure what led to the circumstances of the situation you were currently in. You remembered Klaus leaving because he had something to do, you remembered Sunny waking up from a nap a few minutes later and being brought down by Violet. But if someone were to ask you how Sunny had gotten into the tree you and her older sister were now standing at the bottom of, you would have no answer.

Maybe your mind was blocking it out on purpose. She had to have somehow climbed up there herself while you and Violet were busy because neither of you would ever bring her up that high, you were certain of it.

Violet was trying not to panic because her baby sister was literally in a tree too high up for either of you to climb without snapping a branch and causing her to fall. Understandable, in your opinion.

You were trying to formulate a plan on how to get Sunny down safely without any of you getting hurt. If only Klaus had stayed, he was always the smart one. Violet was the inventive one, but her mind was racing too fast right now to come up with anything useful.

The two of you paced underneath the tree.

“Maybe she’ll be fine up there until Klaus gets back?”

“I am not leaving my baby sister in a tree for who knows how long! We don’t even know where he went or when he’ll be back! He could be hours!”

Violet had a point but right now, that was your only option without somehow injuring one of you.

The girl pulled out her ribbon from her pocket and began to tie it into her hair, eyes focused on her little sister above in the tree.

“We can build something to get her down, I’m sure we can I just need-“

Her statement was cut off almost immediately by the sound of a branch breaking. The two of you exchanged horrified looks. This was it. You’d run out of time, there was no more time for inventions or waiting for Klaus. You had to do something. NOW. Or Sunny would be a for sure goner.

Like any normal people in a situation like this, the two of you began panicked scrambling as the tree branch fully snapped and Sunny came falling down. You weren’t exactly sure if you were hoping to catch her or what, but you both ran around arms outstretched in front of you and-

SMASH!

“I GOT HER-!” Just as you shouted out in triumph over catching little Sunny Baudelaire, Violet collided with you and the two of you fell to the ground. You held Sunny close so as not to get her hurt and Violet fell almost fully on top of you.

Your faces were inches apart. This was the closest you two had ever been. You didn’t like to think about it a lot, but you’d had a sort of crush on Violet for literally forever. And by sort of crush, you mean a really big crush. At first, you’d thought it was just because she was a good friend, that it would go away with time. But it hadn’t which was very confusing and scary for you.

Now here you two were, a baby between you, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I should’ve been watching where I was going,” she was out of breath from all the running around and at some point, her hair had fallen out of the ribbon she’d tied to focus. You wanted to respond, but the words were caught in your throat.

Sunny wriggled out of your grasp, toddling out of the awkward situation but Violet and you remained, still frozen.

“I should probably- mmf!”

Before Violet could finish her sentence, for the second time that day she was cut off. This time, however, instead of the horrifying sound of a tree branch threatening her sister’s life, she was cut off by a kiss. Your lips met hers. She was shocked at first, not really realizing exactly what was going on. Before you could pull away, however, she leaned into the kiss.

The two of you laid there on the ground kissing for a few moments before she finally pulled away. “I guess I should actually get off of you now, hm?” She asked, laughing breathlessly but now for an entirely different reason.

You smiled mischievously and pulled her back down.

“Not yet!” You grinned, pulling her in and pressing her lips to yours once more.

#violet baudelaire imagine #asoue imagines #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #violet baudelaire x reader #violet baudelaire x fem!reader

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Yurtle's 2021 Writing Projects

COSMIC: Will Byers x Reader - MALE READER + NON BINARY READER VERSIONS -> plot, dialogue, and love interest will remain the same, but I will finally be fulfilling a promise I made after far too long of making two more copies of this series that will allow readers of he/him pronouns to hopefully feel more represented, as well as readers who prefer they/them pronouns. You deserve an escape just as much as anyone else and im truly sorry its taken me this long. These versions are already in development as I type this out. This will include all seasons, and is something I am working out for Scars That Heal, and all my other stories as well.

AN UNFORTUNATE REWRITE: ASOUE x Reader - Love Interest Change -> Previously Klaus Baudelaire x Reader will now be a Violet Baudelaire x Reader. I asked you guys about this a while ago and I was met with a lot of enthusiasm. And honestly I'm getting worried about my lack of enthusiasm for this series and I don't want to give up on it, not when I've barely given the series a try. And truthfully, exploring Violet as an LI intrigues me more than Klaus. And the deciding factor in all this was Klaus Baudelaire has a small handful of x readers available whereas Violet doesn't have any. Not that I've found. I'm very sorry if this upsets you, but this is a decision I've thought a lot about for months actually and I think it will help get me through to the next season which is where Reader's backstory really starts to kick in. Thank you guys for understanding and I'd be more than happy to talk about it with you guys more if you'd like 💞

I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER: IANOWT x Reader -> okay. So this one has really been eating at me all year. I wanna write this one SO BAD. but I just... don't have any ideas. So, if you don't mind, I'd love to brainstorm with you guys if any of you have time. I really really want to make it a Syd x Reader or a Dina x Reader. I love both with all my heart. Don't get me wrong, I love Stanley Barber with all I am, but I just. I can't do a rewrite with him. I'm sorry. All I've got so far for ideas is Syd being in love with Dina as it is in the show and Reader being in love with Syd. I'm thinking Reader has a little brother or sister that is Goob's age that is best friends with Goob, and that this is how Syd and Reader know one another but everything I try to go over the plot in my head I can't find a way to bring them together? I really thought I'd get more ideas with even a hint of what they had planned for season 2 but 😤😡 yeah. Now I have to smush it all together and wrap it up in a bow, or at least I feel pressured to. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, those are my only solid ideas, and I am ALWAYS open to literally whatever ideas you have and more than happy to hear them, whether they're half baked ideas that came to you from some random shit post or some fully fleshed out power point presentation 😂 all my ideas are one or the other anyway, no in between lol. Point is, help is always appreciated as I do NOT want to give up on this beautiful, well crafted story and its wonderful characters 🥰💞

THE STOLEN UMBRELLA: Diego Hargreeves x Reader -> As I've mentioned before, season one has left the planning stage and is now currently ready to be written. All I need to do is finish planning season 2. Currently, I am on episode 3, The Swedish Job. There's not much I can tell you about this series that I haven't already shared but I can say what makes this rewrite an AU [if it wasn't already clear]; Vanya Hargreeves was never lied to and grew up as the seventh Umbrella Academy member. And yet, her siblings have still shut her out leaving them all with the same dynamic from the show... This book will feature my very first OC! I will explain more later, but the "faceclaim" is none other than the talented Ewan McGregor. I am very much excited for you guys to meet G.R.E.G.O.R.Y. 😇

And finally...

[working title] Not What You Expected: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader -> This was the big one. For me at least. Doing a Harry Potter rewrite is a big commitment but I honestly just snapped when I didn't see any Hermione x Readers. My goal, the whole vibe im gonna shoot for is wholesome 90s wlw [witches loving witches lol I'm sorry I couldn't resist]. Reader would be adopted by Hagrid as an infant and will have been raised on the grounds by Hagrid cause I'm sorry but he's just SUCH A mum DAD. Another little twist? Veela are supposed to be strictly blonde with "moon bright skin" well since id be the author id say FUCK THAT and bend canon and say anyone of any ethnicity can be Veela, cause yall are beautiful in all shapes, sizes and colors 😍 so basically Reader will be half Veela and just casually charm the pants off of everybody with her veela magic ESPECIALLY Hermione 😉😊. Like im sorry can you just imagine Reader all covered in dirt from helping her dad on the grounds and seeing Hermione and Hermione just 😳 *gay gulp* and then reader opening her mouth an then greeting her with the heavy west country accent and oh no Hermione didn't realize how pretty girls were and for heavens sake, surely this girl knew she had a bowtruckle on her shoulder clinging to her ear and wait. She's ALSO memorized all of Hogwarts a History and- oh no... Like, im sorry but I have NO self control and I just have to write this. Bonus, Harry Potter may or may not but definitely will be Reader's Designated Himbo Friend™ and yes this is what I was asking you guys on your input for earlier. I totally understand and respect putting reader in Gryffindor and Slytherin, both are wonderful choices for story paths for reader. But im gonna do my best to bring as much representation to the table as I can and use the most underrepresented house cause everyone deserves to feel represented as much as they possibly can ☺ i sincerely hope you guys are as excited for this as I am, please let me know what you think about this one as I was pretty nervous to share this idea with you guys. [EDIT: I have a title!! MUDBLOODS & HALF-BREEDS !!]

Thank you guys so much for reading, I know I word vomit a lot 😄 I do promise you my current WIPs have not been neglected and I actually have been working on them a fairly equal amount. Scars That Heal has actually been written for a while but needs to be tied up and I need to find a satisfying way to wrap up the chapter. But anyways, I hope you guys are as excited about these announcements as I am and I can't wait to share them with you! Love you all! 🥰

💕💕💕 - Yurtle

#announcement #cosmic #cosmic 1 #cosmic 2 #cosmic 3 #cosmic 2.0 #an unfortunate rewrite #tsu ☂️ #ianilwh #hermione x fem!reader #hp reader insert #hp rewrite #nwye #sth🎈 #yurtle 2021

[library-angel]

Royals and Rule-breakers: Chapter 2 (Klaus Baudelaire x Fem Reader)

Dinner and Diatribes 

Klaus glanced around the large dinning table before addressing the painter, who sat a few seats down from him. "Is Ms. L/N not joining us for dinner?"

"Oh, no, no. She never comes to such things." D'Angelo brushed off, beckoning for a servant to fill his wine glass for the third time.

"But... it's just dinner." Violet noted suspiciously.

"Ah, you know young ladies her age, such antisocial creatures. And you can't expect them to eat too much, eh?"

"But you don't expect them to starve..." Klaus quietly retorted, Mr. Poe speaking over him.

"I heard she was quite a trouble maker before she became your assistant."

"Oh, a most ungrateful brat! Caused quite a stir in her home country, with her crazed ideologies, rioting and defacing things. Her poor, poor parents. I think it was really quite a service to them, me taking her under my wing."

"See, Baudelaires? You mustn't get mixed up with people like her." Mr. Poe added.

"You just took her from her parents?" Klaus frowned, his siblings sharing his discomfort as they thought back to the assassination of their own parents five years ago.

"Oh, they couldn't control her. They were strict, but alas, never strict enough. And now she has learned her manners after staying in palace after palace, no? And she gets to do what she likes, art and all."

"Oh? I was under the assumption that she just washed your brushes and such." Mr. Poe chuckled.

"Oh, of course! I do all the painting, of course. I just meant she gets to help an artist she truly admirers, you see? Quite a privilege for a young starving artist like herself."

The siblings exchanged mildly disgusted glances before silently returning to their food, not saying another word for the rest of the evening.

***

Klaus quietly slipped out of his bed and down to the kitchen, finding a glass to fill with water. He frowned as he heard the tiles creak, and turned to see a few pastries missing from a tray on the counter.

"Excuse me..." he peaked around the counter, face softening as he recognized the figure crouching behind it. "Ms. L/N! No need to hide." Klaus offered her his hand, but she quickly stood and began backing towards the kitchen doors. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I won't tell anyone. I'm not supposed to be here either."

The girl frowned a bit, fear turning to what looked like annoyance as she grabbed a couple more pastries and shoved them into her dress pockets.

"Why didn't you come to dinner?" Klaus pressed. "You won't have to talk to anyone, we just don't want you to be hungry..."

Y/N just grabbed an apple and aggressively bit into it, her frown turning to a glare as she turned away and disappeared through the kitchen doors.

***

{The rest of the chapters I have so far are up on my Wattpad, https://www.wattpad.com/user/SmallSinnamonAngel, but I’ll be slowly uploading the chapters here as well! }

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Hi I love your writing. Can you do a Violet Baudelaire x fem p.o.c plus size reader where the reader is distracting Olaf at the heimlich hospital so the Baudelaires can get away and ends up getting kidnapped by Olaf. Thanks 😊.

Save Yourself (Violet Baudelaire X POC!Plus Size!Reader)

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Summary: The Baudelaires meet Y/n, a volunteer at the Heimlich Hospital. Y/n takes it upon herself to help her new friends, but it doesn’t go as planned.

A/N: Reader is in charge of the library of records because why not lol

***

Being a teen employee at a half-built hospital was actually very uneventful for you. People usually weren’t admitted because the hospital was outside the city, and the admitted people usually just lay in bed waiting to get out. So you would go around refilling supply closets and cleaning up messes. But most of your time was spent in the Library of Records.

As previously stated, life at Heimlich Hospital was uneventful because there were no new people. But that all changed when the V.F.D., Volunteers Fighting Disease, showed up to spread cheer to all the patients that resided in the half-finished hospital. What caught your eye was the three younger volunteers in the group. As soon as they could, they broke off from the lively group of volunteer singers and made their way to the library. Suspicious of their behavior, you followed after them.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you saw them try to open the door to the library. “You know, we don’t put patients in the basement, so you guys are most definitely in the wrong place.”

“We’re so sorry.” The girl said. She seemed around your age, probably the oldest of the three. You also noted that she was very pretty, but pushed that thought away as she kept talking. “My siblings and I were looking for the Library of Records.”

“Why?” You asked. How did these strangers know about the library, and why were they looking for it in the first place?

“We wanted to find some information.”

“Well, obviously.” You laughed at the statement. It was a library; what else would you do? “What are your names?”

They looked scared at the question. You didn’t ask why, simply waiting for an answer.

“Um, I’m Violet. These are my siblings, Klaus and Sunny.” You nodded, not knowing why that was so hard for them to disclose.

“Well, I’m Y/n, and I’m in charge of the Library of Records.” You pulled out your set of keys to unlock the door. You don’t know why, but these people seemed trustworthy. Maybe it was because you didn’t get to hang out with people your age. You pushed the thought away, focusing on opening the door. “You could’ve asked to volunteer down here. That would’ve been better than me seeing you guys try to break in.”

You lead the way into the Library of Records, the siblings following close behind you. Rows and rows of tall file cabinets filled the room, going in alphabetical order. Chutes from the ceiling dropped items for you to file into baskets.

“If you’re gonna look for something here, you gotta work for it.”

“How do we do that?” Violet asked. Her eagerness startled you, but you quickly recovered.

“Just do some volunteer work here for the day. It’s all pretty easy. You just take something from the basket and put it in the correct file cabinet.”

“What if we don’t know what the correct file cabinet is?” Klaus asked.

“Then just ask; I’ll know where it goes.”

For the rest of the day, the siblings helped you around the Library of Records. Klaus and Sunny seemed to get the hang of it. Violet, however, would always ask you for confirmation on where something was supposed to go. Not that you minded.

When the day was over, everyone was tired. You invited them to come rest with you, which they gladly accepted. So now, you all lay outside on giant beams of the unfinished half of the Heimlich Hospital. Klaus and Sunny dozed off while you and Violet stayed up, talking quietly.

“So, how did you end up with the V.F.D.?” You asked, looking up at the stars. “You’re obviously not really part of the volunteer group, or else you wouldn’t have split from them so quickly.”

“You’re pretty observant,” Violet commented. “Do you keep up with the news?” You decided not to ask why she would ask such an unrelated question.

“No. Most of the time, the story is twisted to support a certain narrative. So if I want to know something, I go straight to the source to ask. But I usually don’t care, so I don’t ask.”

Violet seemed to look delighted, relieved even, at your response.

“So you care enough about how I ended up here to ask?”

“You could say that.” You glanced at her. “So, are you gonna tell me or not?”

Violet then told you about the entire adventure she and her siblings had been on. It was filled with unfortunate events that tugged at your heart as you listened. By the time she was done telling the whole story, you were baffled.

“That’s… certainly a story. It seems you lived a full life in just a few months.”

“Yeah. It makes me appreciate the quiet moments I get to have. No chaos, just calm and sweet.”

“Is this one of those moments?” You felt bold for asking. This poor girl had just told you her whole unfortunate life story, and you were borderline flirting with her. She looked at you and smiled.

“Yeah, I think it is.”

***

Quiet moments don’t last forever. When morning came, you and the Baudelaire siblings returned to work at the Library of Records. As promised, you helped them search for what they were looking for. They were looking for a sugar bowl. You had no memory of a sugar bowl coming into the Library of Records, but you still helped them search. Instead, they found a file from a file cabinet that had caught their attention.

“What’s so special about the Snicket file?” You asked as Violet carefully opened the envelope containing a film reel. “Also, why were you looking in ‘V’? ‘Sugar bowl’ starts with an ‘S.’”

“Why is a film reel labeled ‘Snicket’ in ‘V’?” Violet asked in return as she handed the reel to Klaus.

“I was given very specific instruction to file anything ‘Snicket’ under ‘V.F.D.’ Where are you going with that?”

“Who instructed you? And we need a projector to see what’s on the reel. Where would that be?”

“That’s classified.” Violet looked at you, and you realized she couldn’t tell whether whoever instructed you or where the projector was was classified. You sighed. “Out the doors, first room on the right. It should be unlocked; I use it to watch movies on slow nights.” You started to walk to one of the baskets to file away more things.

“You’re not coming with us?” A hand closed around your wrist, startling you. You turned around to see that Violet had followed you, but her siblings were where you had left them.

“I have work to do, Violet.” You didn’t know why she looked slightly dejected at your response, but it made you kick yourself for putting that look on her face. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

She nodded. Her hand slid down from your wrist to your hand to give it a tight squeeze before pulling away. She walked back to her siblings, and they went to the projecting room.

Now it was just you, filing things away, alone with your thoughts. Why were you so willing to help complete strangers? And why was it so easy for Violet to get something from you with just a pout? You wished you could file your thoughts away like you do in the Library of Records. Out of sight, out of mind. A familiar peace filled you as you walked around the library, putting things away.

“Run!” Peace never lasts, apparently. You closed a file cabinet and turned towards the source of the noise. The Baudelaires were running towards you, the door slamming behind you.

“Why are you running?” You asked, feeling slightly irritated that they were disturbing the library’s peace.

“Esmé.” Violet simply said, trying to catch her breath. You recognized the name from the stories Violet told you last night. “We need to hide.”

“Follow me.” You ran, leading the way to the back of the library. From far away, you heard the doors burst open, a sickly sweet voice trying to coerce the Baudelaires.

“Y/n, this is a dead end,” Violet said as you neared the back wall.

“No, it’s not.” You pointed to your destination. “There are air vents with chute doors you can open. Get in them, but don’t go all the way down. We won’t be able to fit in one, so we’ll have to split up.”

Before the Baudelaires could say anything, you all heard a terrifying thud and creak of metal against metal. You looked back, still running, to see giant file cabinets falling like dominoes right toward you and the Baudelaires. Without a word, you led them to the right to an air vent.

“Two of you get in.” You quickly instructed.

“Klaus and Sunny.” Violet decided. Without protest, her younger siblings opened and jumped into the vent. You looked around, groaning once you realized the fallen cabinets blocked the next closest vent. So you and Violet would have to run past it to the next one, twice the distance.

“Come on.” You grabbed Violet’s hand and, without waiting for her to prepare for the run, made a break for it. The two of you tried not to stop out of fear whenever you heard more cabinets fall. Anger rose in you towards Esmé. Not just because she was working with Count Olaf to go after the Baudelaires but also because she was destroying the Library of Records that you had devoted so much of your time to.

After what felt like forever, you and Violet reached the air vent. You urged her to go first, keeping a lookout for Esmé just in case she tried to be sneaky. After Violet got situated, she beckoned you to come in. But before you could, you heard heels clicking from close by.

“I’ll get her to follow me out. Then you and your siblings will be safe.” You thought your tone would convey that you wouldn’t budge on the matter. But Violet thought otherwise.

“No, just come in. She won’t find us.”

“I can’t risk it. I’m sorry.” You don’t know why you were apologizing. You were keeping Violet and her siblings safe by leading Esmé away. Maybe it was that disappointed pout again that made you reconsider your options, but in the end, you stood your ground. Hearing Esmé’s steps grow closer, you closed the vent, despite Violet’s protests.

You just started running. Despite the library being in absolute disarray, you still knew the room like the back of your hand. When you were halfway to the doors, you started to shout to get Esmé’s attention.

“I have what you want, Esmé! Come and get it!” You hoped that because of her heels, you’d be faster. You could find Babs and tell her that the hospital was under attack.

“Give it to me, and no one gets hurt, little girl,” Esmé replied, following after you. You quickened your pace to further the distance. Soon enough, you saw the doors. Your escape. 

You pushed them open and ran right into someone. Instead of helping you up gently, they got a firm grip on you. It seemed they didn’t want you to keep running. You looked up to see a man in a doctor’s coat. But you’ve never seen him before now, so either he was new or there was something terribly wrong.

“Not a Baudelaire, but you’ll do for now.” Count Olaf grinned, dragging you off with Esmé following behind.

#violet baudelaire #violet baudelaire x reader #asoue #asoue x reader #a series of unfortunate events x reader #a series of unfortunate events #agaypanic

[cannibalizedyke]

A Tale of Death and Dancing

Klaus Baudelaire x Fem!Reader Series

Warnings: Death, a few mentions of depression and suicide, possibly language, potentially angst

Summary: Once upon a time, you had 11 sisters. Now, four of them are dead, and you think you might be starting to see their ghosts. Things get even stranger when you find four siblings and a secret passage that leads to a magical ball.

Chapter One - Yet another of your sisters has died, and you're starting to believe the rumors that your family is cursed are true. Things get even stranger when you start seeing your dead sisters in the mirror.

Chapter Two - The triplets want to have a ball for their birthday, Ophelia thinks you're crazy, Lelia sees your sisters too, and you meet four unusual siblings at the triplets' birthday ball.a

Chapter Three - Lelia finds a secret passageway and you're invited to a fairytale-themed ball when you enter it.

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[kingsleychizzard]

The odds against me

Please note: this is what happens when I get dared to make a bet with Sallie (Corn Puff) & lose that bet. Sallie had me make this. I'm sorry & it's a fem reader insert. Anyone who hates a certain villain with a sweet tooth, turn away. That being said........... yes, it is a reader x Count Olaf........ I'm sorry.....

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You were a rather bright & cheerful woman. You were excellent with comforting crying babies & had a sharp mind. You were (y/n) (y/l/n), a neighborhood sweetheart. You recently moved & lived right next to justice Strauss. Your new neighborhood seemed lovely, except for one house. Directly across from justice Strauss was a run down mansion that had an aura of dread surrounding its gray walls. One day, you noticed 3 children with Mr Poe at the front door of that awful place. A few minutes later, a tall man opened the door.

He seemed so odd to you. His clothes seemed overused & dirty, he was pale & looked dirty. He seemed worse than his house. You didn't wanna seem nosy, but you wanted to know who this man was & see why 3 children were being brought to his house. You started to walk across the street.

“Um... hello.” you gently called out. All 5 people turned towards you.

“Good afternoon, (y/n).” Mr Poe greeted. You faced the others & got an odd look from the tall man.

“I don't recall receiving a midget.” he said. You gave him a cold look. You were short, but that doesn't excuse his rudeness (you’re 5 feet tall in this).

“I may be short, but that was just rude. I'll have you know I'm also fully grown. I'm 25 years old.” you replied. You were frustrated, but your tone was gentle.

“Hello, miss (y/n). I'm Klaus. These are my sisters, Violet & Sunny.” the young boy spoke up. You smiled, unaware that the tall man's eyes glistened at your actions.

“Well, aren't you a cute little bunch? You seem like a very intelligent young man, I love your glasses also. Your sisters are beautiful as well. Can I please hold the baby for a few minutes?” you said. You were handed the baby who you later discovered was the one named Sunny. The kids seemed to have already developed a liking towards you.

“I don't recall your name being mentioned. You're not very good with first impressions, however. Try not to be offensively obvious next time.” you said while facing the tall man.

“I'm Count Olaf. A renowned actor & the new guardian of these orphans.” he replied. You felt bad about the kids being orphans. You just hoped Olaf would turn out to be a decent guardian.

“Well, it was nice meeting all of you. I have to get going now.” you smiled as you gave Sunny back to Violet before walking away. Olaf watched you walk for a few seconds until he snapped out of it & took the children inside.

A few days later (just seconds after the pasta incident)~

You had a feeling something bad was happening at Olaf's rundown mansion. You decided to visit. You knocked on the door & heard footsteps. A man with hooks for hands opened the door.

“Are the children here?” you asked. He gave you an odd look before you pushed past him. He called out to you & said the kids were in their room. After wandering around for a few minutes, you found their room. You opened the door to find horrible conditions & Klaus crying a bit.

“Oh dear children! What happened?” you cried out. The kids looked up at you & Klaus ran up to give you a hug as his tears fell.

“Olaf slapped Klaus across the face.” Violet stated. You gasped & tilted his head up & noticed a bruise. You hugged Klaus before your blood boiled with anger. You told the children to come with you & found Olaf in his living room with his guests. They all turned to look at you.

“You senseless creature! How dare you mistreat these darling children! I don't care if you are their new guardian, I'm taking these kids with me! You idiot!” you shouted in Olaf's face before slapping him. Everyone gasped, you were much smaller than him & you nearly made him fall. You told the Baudelaires to pack their things & left the room while giving Olaf an icy, evil glare.

1 hour later~

You smiled as you played truth or dare with the Baudelaire children. You were so happy to have them with you instead of with Count Olaf.

“Dare!” Klaus said. Violet told him to act like a monkey & you all laughed. Klaus was slightly embarrassed, but having fun nonetheless. You suddenly heard a knock at the door. You tell the kids to keep playing as you answered the door.

You opened it &, to your surprise, saw Olaf. Your shocked expression turned into a sinister snarl. You noticed his eyes were actually dull & he seemed under the weather.

“What could you possibly want?” you snapped. He seemed to stutter a bit, like he didn't know what to say. He was blushing as well. Was he nervous or embarrassed?

“Well?” you said in a calmer tone. He looked down into your (e/c) eyes, making you gaze up at his icy blue eyes. He took a deep breath & sighed.

“W-why did you do that? In front of my troupe. You made me actually feel guilty. But... um... I'm here for the children. They were put into my care.... uh.... not yours.” he said.

“Must not be very much care since you're a horrible person. What makes you think that I'd let you take them after all the things you've done?” you glared at him again.

“Listen, I don't have much money, I don't really have an experience with children, & I've been...... thinking about what you said to me.” he gulped & looked away. You at first thought he was lying, but he did seem nervous.

You grabbed his hand & noticed he was shaking a bit. You looked up & saw him giving you a look of fear & curiosity. He requested at least to say something to them. You allowed it, but you were still on to him. The Baudelaires looked up with frightful looks as you both entered the living room.

“I’m sorry... orph- ah.... Baudelaires. I honestly am. Your friend made me have second thoughts. I nearly cried for half an hour. But I only cried for 5 minutes. If you want to stay with (y/n), you can.” Olaf said before seemingly about to cry before he ran out of the house, covering his mouth.

“What was that all about?” Violet spoke up afterwards. You shrugged & actually started feeling sad for the crazy man. You said you'd be back & left out the door. You walked up to Count Olaf's house & knocked. He opened the door a little bit before gasping.

You noticed his eyes were puffy & his nose was red. You could tell he'd been crying. He tried to close the door before you caught it. He didn't wanna look you in the eye. You could tell he was scared of you.

“Did you really mean all those things you said?” you asked in a gentle voice. He nodded before more tears fell down his face. You couldn't take the guilt & stepped inside to hug him. He seemed very hesitant.

“Hey, it's ok.” you said in a hushed voice. He suddenly seemed to break & fell to his knees, crying out. You got on your knees & hugged him again, tears welling up in your own eyes. You suddenly started crying too.

“W-wait.... am.... am I...... making you..... sad?” he asked. You nodded while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. This time, he hugged you. His chin rested on your head as he tried to comfort you.

“Please don't cry.” he whispered. You looked up at him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He stood up & told you to tell the Baudelaires that he was sorry before walking off to another room.

You walked back into your house & told the children everything except for the kiss. The kids seemed to notice an actual change of heart from where this is going & decided they might as well return to Olaf.

A few days later (day of the play)~

You couldn't believe it. Count Olaf turned back to his bitter ways. This whole “play” was so he could steal their fortune. You couldn't believe after all the mercy & kindness you showed him, he'd do this. You were standing backstage with Violet, apologizing deeply for everything.

“It’s not your fault, (y/n). It's his fault.” she whispered as she hugged you. Her cue was up, so you let her go. You felt a pain in your heart as tears started falling down your face. You seemed so miserable that when you looked up, they were already doing the wedding vows. You couldn't look.

You suddenly heard something drop followed by a loud thud. You turned around to see Olaf nearly crippling under sadness. You were super confused until he spoke.

“I can't do it! This play was supposed to be an actual marriage so I could get the Baudelaire fortune. But, I..... I just can't do it! All these memories came flooding back. When I first had a change of heart, it was because she opened my eyes, & I just decided to SHUT THEM! I'm so very sorry, Violet. Please, take your siblings & go to wherever you were supposed to originally go before I tried to adopt you since you became orphans.” Olaf cried.

Confused murmurs rose above the crowd as Violet & Strauss slowly walked backstage. You ran out to Olaf & put a hand on his shoulder. He slightly tilted his head to look up at you. He paused to pull out a walkie-talkie.

“Please gently bring the baby down.” He stammered a bit. He put the walkie-talkie on the ground & sat up. He didn't look you in the eye anymore, but he told you to go away & that he was a monster. Your eyes started watering.

“Olaf, please don't cry.” you gently cooed, being reminiscent of the time you were comforting each other. He looked up this time. He put a hand to your face & gently ran his thumb down your temple. He wheezed out an apology & hugged you.

You hugged him back & tried to make him feel better. You noticed everyone was ignoring you guys. Mr Poe was talking to his secretary & the Baudelaires were saying goodbye to Strauss. Everyone else seemed to just be muttering things or leaving. Olaf suddenly tilted your head up to his & kissed you.

He quickly pulled away, but you gave him a light, passionate kiss. You couldn't believe you were actually in love with a split personality psycho, but he seemed to be on the road to improvement.

“I love you, (y/n).” he said, beginning to smile sweetly.

#Series of Unfortunate Events #count olaf #what the f- did I write #I lost a bet #requested by Sallie (Corn Puff)

[ssadumba55]

Jealous (Duncan Quagmire X Fem! Reader)

Request: Asoue imagine where Duncan’s girlfriend gets dared to kiss quigley and Duncan gets jealous. Maybe y/n is a Baudelaire so it fits the story better? 🥺

The Quagmires and Baudelaires rarely, if ever, had time to relax, time to act like regular children. No matter where they went, they were plagued by fear, uncertainty and the knowledge that Count Olaf would not be far behind. But sometimes, the seven children found little pockets of time where they could pretend, if only for a few moments, that they were normal kids. That their parents were just at work or preoccupied with some other adult function.

Today was one of those days. The four Baudelaires and three Quagmires sat in a circle, smiling and laughing. It had been Duncan’s idea to play.

The game they were playing was called Truth or Dare, a popular children’s game around the world. The dares were usually silly things like switching clothes with someone of the opposite gender or smacking someone or inventing poetry on the spot. The truths were just as silly.

“Okay, Okay. (Y/n), truth or dare.” Klaus grinned, from across the circle. You rolled your eyes at your brother, knowing this could only end in you mortally embarrassing yourself.

“Dare.” You crossed your arms, ready for whatever dumb dare your brother had floating around in that abnormally large brain of his. This seemed to be the answer Klaus was hoping for when he’d asked you the original question.

“I dare you to kiss Quigley.”

The rest of the circle went silent, your face went red. Everyone here knew you were dating Duncan; it was no secret. The two of you had been an item since the moment you met. You knew you were for each other, there was no doubt. Quigley just felt like another one of your many siblings.

You climbed to your feet.

“You don’t have to do it, (Y/n).” Violet told you, watching Duncan as his face clouded over with an unreadable expression. You let out a huff. No matter how dumb the dares were, you never gave up. You crossed the circle, dragging Quigley to his feet and kissing him. It was nothing more than a quick peck.

The sound of heavy footfalls sounded behind you as Isadora and Klaus laughed at Quigley’s shocked expression. You turned, seeing what you’d expected. Duncan’s spot in the circle was empty.

“Go. It was a stupid game anyway. We should be heading to sleep soon. We don’t know what tomorrow holds for us.” Violet said gently and you nodded, running off after Duncan.

“Go away.” Duncan grumbled as you found him, hiding in a separate room. You ignored him and walked over to sit beside him. The two of you sat in silence, him glaring at the wall and you counting the seconds.

“I don’t like Quigley; it was just a stupid game.” You told him softly, placing your hand on his arm. He pulled his arm away.

“Well you clearly had no arguments about kissing him.”

“I don’t see him like I see you, Duncan. He’s just my brother. It was just as weird for me to kiss him as it would’ve been for me to kiss Klaus. I only did it to wipe that stupid smirk off of Klaus’ face. He thinks he’s so smart.” You snorted and Duncan reluctantly smiled slightly.

“He is…” He told you. You wrinkled your nose.

“Unfortunately.”

He laughed and the two of you returned to silence, left to your own thoughts for a few moments more. You hesitantly wrapped your arm around Duncan, relaxing as he leaned into your touch. It was hard to find comfort in your unique lifestyles, but just being in each other’s presences was usually enough for you and Duncan.

“I’m sorry. I guess… I mean, Quigley’s pretty great and I’m just me…” He mumbled.

“Quigley’s great, but you’re amazing. You’re my boyfriend, Duncan. I’m not going anywhere.” You promised.

“I’m sorry for getting upset. I know it was just a game but… I hated seeing that.” He added. You waved your hand.

“It was a dumb game. Come on, let’s go sleep with the others. They’re going to come looking for us soon if we don’t.” You climbed to your feet, pulling Duncan up with you. He chuckled as he met your eyes. You pressed your lips to his, holding the kiss definitely longer than your little one with Quigley.

“If that doesn’t prove it to you, I don’t know what will.” You teased, walking hand in hand with him back to the others. He laughed and leaned into you. You were right, of course. You were rarely ever wrong.

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[cannibalizedyke]

A Tale of Death and Dancing - Chapter One

Series Masterlist

Klaus Baudelaire x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,465

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of suicide, mentions of depression

Summary: Yet another of your sisters has died, and you're starting to believe the rumors that your family is cursed are true. Things get even stranger when you start seeing your dead sisters in the mirror.

A/N: I recently read the book House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig, and I really loved the concept but would've liked some of the execution to be different, so I decided to write my own retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses with a similar concept. I decided to do it for Klaus just because I thought it fit the world of A Series of Unfortunate Events well; I know it probably won't get as much attention because it's for him but I've decided not to let that bother me.

This is the fifth funeral you’ve been to in five years. First was your mother, five years ago, when she gave birth to your youngest sister, Viera. Your oldest sister, Valerie, was so depressed after your mother’s death that she stopped eating, drinking, and leaving her room; she died three days later of dehydration. A year later was Winona, who was out horse riding when she fell off and got trampled to death. Elvira drowned a week later; though you can’t know for certain, most people believe it was a suicide.

Today’s funeral is Aurelie’s. She died a week ago: went on a walk and climbed a tree, fell off and to her death. Death has followed your family so closely that many people believe you’re cursed, and though you hate the nervous glances when you go out into town, after five deaths you’re starting to think they might be right.

You stare at your sister’s closed casket, ignoring the tears streaming down your face as the priest’s words fade into unintelligible murmuring. Aurelie’s body was so disfigured from the fall no one could bear to see it any longer than they had to. It’s so odd; just a week ago she was laughing, playing croquet with your sister Ophelia and muddying up an expensive dress with a smile worth even more on her face. Now she’s nothing but a barely recognizable tangle of limbs, closed up in a wooden box inside a church.

You glance down at your remaining eight sisters sitting beside you. Ophelia’s to your left, a hard expression on her face that doesn’t quite mask the pain she’s trying to hide. The 13-year-old triplets, Primrose, Everlie, and Idalia, are on your right, not even trying to hide their tears as they cling to each other, as if worried they’ll join Aurelie if they let go. Six-year-old Analee mirrors Ophelia, occasionally glancing at your older sister to make sure she’s mimicking her pose correctly. Five-year-old Lelia looks down at her folded hands in her lap, fidgeting nervously. And tiny, four-year-old Viera is squeezing your father’s hand so hard you fear she might pull it off, her small rosy face scrunched up with tears she shouldn’t have to be shedding over something like this.

Your father is staring at the priest with a defeated and pained expression he’s not as skilled at hiding as Ophelia. His right hand grasps your stepmother Mira’s, who’s uncomfortably watching the priest and trying not to look at Aurelie’s casket. The other people in the church look just as uncomfortable, glancing at you and your sisters with a thinly veiled question on their faces: “Who’s next?” You turn away from their stares and back to the priest, trying your best to process what he’s saying.

“...look kindly on you and give you peace; In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

“Amen,” says the congregation.

“Amen,” you whisper quietly a second too late. Ophelia elbows you in the side.

The priest closes his bible and walks off the podium. The church fills with hushed chatter as the congregation gathers around in groups. You walk over to Aurelie’s casket and let out a sigh, setting your hand on the smooth wood. “Hey, Aurie. I can’t know for sure if what the priest said was true, but I hope it is. I hope you’re resting, and at peace, and happier than you were when you were alive. I hope you’re with Mother, and Valerie, and Winona and Elvira.” Tears stream down your face, even more than before. “T- Tell them I love them, okay? And that I miss them. And I miss you. I- I love you, Aurelie.”

Ophelia walks over and puts an arm around your shoulder. “Come on,” she says quietly. “We’re leaving.”

You nod and let her pull you away from your sister’s casket. Your family drives to the cemetery in silence and you look away as Aurelie is buried. You don’t linger at the cemetery long; as soon as her tombstone (a gorgeous marble statue of an angel) is placed over the fresh dirt your father rushes all eight of you into the car and has the driver take you home as quickly as possible.

“Be ready for supper in ten minutes,” your father says shortly, walking to his room with Mira on his arm.

You sigh, trailing your hand up the stair rail as you walk to your room. You change out of your dreary black dress and into a rose-colored evening gown. You sit down at your vanity and drag a brush through your hair, staring at your tear-stained face in the mirror. You blink, your eyebrows pulling together in confusion. You set down your brush, your eyes moving the corner of your reflection. There’s something there, or someone. You squint, looking closer. You can’t see it clearly, but it looks like… Aurelie. Your eyes widen and you scramble away from the mirror, knocking over your chair in the process.

“(Y/N)?” You turn and see Ophelia’s worried face. “Are you okay? Father said to be ready in ten minutes, and it’s been twenty. Even Primrose is already at the table. Why is your chair knocked over? And your hair and face are still a mess.”

You look at her, too terrified to respond, and she walks over to you, helping you up and brushing through your tangles. “Ophelia, I saw Aurelie in the mirror.”

“What?” Her brushing pauses. “(Y/N), Aurelie’s dead.”

“I- I know,” you say. “But I saw…” You look back into the mirror. All you can see is your reflection and Ophelia’s concerned expression. You shake your head. “Never mind. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. You know, since her funeral was today.”

Ophelia nods, relaxing slightly, and starts braiding your hair into an updo. “I’m sure that’s it.” She puts a chain of pearls into the braid and gently washes the tears off your face with a wet cloth. “Come on.” She grabs your hand and heads toward the door. “We’re already late.”

When you enter the dining room your father is staring at you with an irritated expression on his face. “Thank you for joining us, (Y/N).”

The triplets giggle but you barely register it, your brain too full with the image of Aurelie in the mirror to respond.

“Oh, be quiet, Primrose,” Ophelia scolds. “You’re late to everything.”

Primrose scowls, and Everlie and Idalia nudge her teasingly.

“Shall we eat?” Mira says timidly.

Your father nods, and claps his hands twice. The cooks trail into the dining room, each carrying a silver platter. “Supper is honey roast duck with roasted white asparagus and grilled portobellos sauteed in wine, with french apple cake for dessert,” the head cook, Ada, informs you as she and the rest of the cooks take the lids off the platters and set the food in front of you.

“Thank you, Ada, it looks delicious,” your father says. Ada smiles proudly, then walks back to the kitchen with the other cooks. Your three youngest sisters dig in immediately, helping themselves to heaping piles of food and scarfing it down with gusto. “Girls, girls, slow down!” Your father chuckles. “You’re going to give yourselves stomach aches!”

Lelia pouts. “But it’s just so good, Daddy!”

“You’ll have to tell Ada that,” your father says, smiling.

You fill your plate in silence, ignoring the chatter around you as you eat.

“(Y/N)?”

You look up at your father. “Yes?”

“You’ve been unusually quiet this evening.” He gives you a concerned look. “Are you all right?”

“What?” You blink. “Oh, yes, yes, I just…” You swallow. “I just miss Aurelie, is all.”

Your father looks down. “We all do, (Y/N).”

The rest of supper is completely silent.

You’re about to head upstairs when Ophelia grabs your arm. “Hey,” she says quietly. “Is this about what you saw in the mirror?”

You stare at her, unsure how to respond. Then you shake your head hurriedly. “No, no, it’s just… Today was hard for me. That’s all.”

Ophelia nods with a sad smile. “I know. It was hard for me too.” She gives you a hug. “Sleep well, (Y/N).”

“You too.”

Your sister leaves and you walk up after her, entering your room with irrational fear. You refuse to look in the mirror, stripping off your dress and collapsing into bed immediately. You exhale shakily and curl your arms around yourself. The tears start again and before long you’re sobbing silently, images of Aurelie, your mother, and your other dead sisters flashing through your head with no relief. Distracted by thoughts of your family, you forget not to look in the mirror. You gasp in horror, but Aurelie isn’t there.

Elvira is.

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