#thank god we both have excellent taste in cartoons huh

[hermitreunited]

Because They Have a Blanket Chest Now

Daily-Fluff-Dose Day One

Prompt: sickfic

Characters: Allison + Klaus + Vanya

Of course they all deserve a cookie and a pat on the head for stopping the end of days, but when they returned from that exhausting little time journey, Klaus hadn’t been too impressed. He hasn’t been to the apocalypse, he doesn’t have that to compare things to. The world still just looks like the world, big deal. He can see that objectively it is, in fact, a big big deal, so yes, great job everyone, but the important thing, really, is that when they came back, Ben was alive, thank God.

Thank Five, actually. And thank whoever takes on the task of making sure those two scheming, ancient pre-teens never meet each other.

The point is that Ben is alive, and it’s wonderful; he can read all those books Klaus never got for him and see places Klaus never took him and spend time with people other than Klaus, and that’s really great and Klaus is so incredibly happy for him, and also, Klaus is a little bit lonely these days.

He’s never been good at sleeping through the night, and even less so these days, with no way to keep the ghosts quiet and more nightmares to choose from than ever before to shock him awake.

He’s not complaining -  he’s not - he’s not. What he is is he’s walking.

He’s almost done walking. Took a turn about the old neighborhood for, gosh, was it really a multiple hours? But now the streets are starting to wake with people heading off to work like normal people do, and Klaus is heading home, because he’s not wandering around homeless and high off his ass these days, but he is still nothing close to normal.

He stops in to the corner store first. They have these little puffed pastries with cherry filling in them, gleaming red at the ends like rubies. He coveted them when he was little, and then he stole them when he was older. Today’s probably the first time he’s ever paid for them; he wonders if that’ll make them taste sweeter. He stuffs the paper bag with more than he can eat and hopes he can use them to bribe someone into hanging out with him, at least for a little while.

It’s really early when he shoves open the heavy front door and slips inside. Five may be an early riser, but really, it’s really early. The house is too big for this to be an actual plan, but Klaus decides to go brew some coffee and maybe the smell of it percolating will reach up to Five’s room and he’ll float through the halls and down into the kitchen, riding along on the wafting scent like a hypnotized cartoon character.

Although. He might not need Five after all.

Allison is sprawled across the hard maroon couch in the great room, Vanya with her knees tucked up to her chest is sitting wedged at the end by Allison’s feet. Allison makes a very unhappy sound and extends her arm straight up in the air just to bring it down and press a hand to her forehead. There’s a couple - wow, a couple, impressive - empty bottles of wine on the center table.

Klaus grins. So maybe he won’t have to con Five into a chat.

He still is going to need some coffee.

Once he’s in the kitchen with a plan to set in motion, he gets a little overexcited. Goes a little overboard trying to make eggs. It seems like a good idea, but Klaus has never made eggs, not any time that he’s been sober enough to remember, anyway. When Mom makes them, they don’t usually look this wet, he doesn’t think. He scoops them out onto two plates anyway and dumps some black pepper over the top in case that’ll help.

He debates piling everything onto a cutting board or something to bring it all out in one trip, but he decides that he’s not Cinderella and his balance is just not that good. An excellent decision, it turns out, when he accidentally shoulder-checks the doorway on his way in. And then the sloppy scrambled eggs nearly fall off the plates anyway because the whole of everything shakes for a few seconds. The noise of his entrance caught Vanya by surprise, but it’s as impressive an arrival as a person could make.

In sing-song tones, he asks, “And how are we feeling today?” Just to be a pain, because he definitely already knows the answer.

“I never drink this much,” Vanya moans. “How did we drink this much?”

“I’m too old for this,” Allison says like it’s an agreement, even though it’s barely a connected thought.

Klaus plops down cross-legged on the floor next to the couch and waggles the food in Allison’s face. “You’re never too old for breakfast!”

She props herself up sideways on an elbow. With an expressive wrinkle of her nose - she’s an actress, she’s good at dramatic faces - she seems to immediately think better of it and goes back to being fully horizontal.

Skeptically, she asks, “Is that edible?”

“It’s eggs,” Klaus says brightly, because that is the one thing about them that he knows for certain.

“That wasn’t really an answer. Was that a real answer?” Allison checks with Vanya.

“Not an answer.” Vanya’s mumbling so much it’s practically all one word.

“You ever seen Diego eat eggs?” Klaus says. “He cracks those fuckers raw right into his mouth, lets them slide down his throat.”

Vanya groans and clutches her stomach, which makes Klaus grin, but he does take pity. He’s been on the other side of this situation more times than he hasn’t. More times than he’s done most things. He hauls himself to his feet. “Stay right there.”

As he bounds out of the room, Vanya mutters something that sounds like, “Not going anywhere. Ever again.”

Allison takes her coffee darker than Vanya does. Klaus picks up the two mugs, then puts them back down so he can grab a pair of water bottles, since they are probably going to want some of that, too. He stuffs those under his left arm and ends up having to carry the bag of pastries with his teeth. But he does manage to get everything in one trip, and without spilling anything! This is the kind of incredible feat of dexterity and willpower that Klaus can be fully supportive of, because it’s definitely unprecedented and he knows what a pain in the ass it would be if he had to stop and clean a huge mess off of dad’s expensive carpeting.

Vanya hugs her mug close to her chest. She doesn’t drink it, just keeps her eyes shut and her breathing deep. Allison doesn’t even bother taking it, so he puts it on the table with the rest of the abandoned food.

“You had a great night then, huh?” If Klaus was really as good a brother as he’s pretending to be, he’d be quiet, but he’s bored and unexpectedly ghost-free. “So spill.”

“No men,” Vanya murmurs, and Allison echoes her loudly.

“No men!” she says. “Was a good night, with no men.”

“That does sound like a good start,” Klaus agrees. He sips on Allison’s bitter coffee since she’s not making any move on it. He doesn’t love coffee, but the warmth is nice. The cup is heating up his fingers, which he didn’t even realize were cold.

“Why are we so bad at men?” Allison taps Vanya’s leg with her foot. “Is it them or us? They were both so bad.”

“So so bad. I mean, it’s them, but also it’s probably us.” Vanya slurps up some of her drink and Allison rhythmically nods, her chin pressing down to her collarbone over and over. “I guess it’s just Hargreeves family bad luck.”

“Hey, speak for yourself.” Klaus wedges his feet beneath the sofa and leans back against the low table. “My man is perfection.” Except for the being dead part, which was less than ideal. In all other ways, though. Perfection.

“What if, actually,” Allison says, “nobody speaks. We could all stop speaking.”

“Start sleeping.” Vanya agrees.

She looks about ready to take her own advice, right away, so Klaus hops up and plucks the mug from her hands. She doesn’t open her eyes but she makes an annoyed noise and then that makes the floor rumble a little. Her little grabby hands open and close on nothing.

Klaus shushes soothing sounds at her and pulls out her favorite soft blanket from the chest they keep in here now for those. Because they have a blanket chest now. Every time Klaus sees it, it still makes him smile knowing how much it would piss the old man off that they have a whole box taking up space in here, all filled up with comfort items.

He pulls out Allison’s oversized orange afghan too, and flutters them up and over his sisters, tucking the edges in along the sides. Both of them are already completely dead to the world. That probably isn’t likely to change for a while. Hangover naps are a dense, weighty sleep.

These questionably edible eggs are not going to get any more appetizing, so Klaus gathers up the plates again and scrapes them into the kitchen trash. The most important item of all is the ibuprofen he fetches from the top shelf.

Even shaking the bottle like a maraca doesn’t wake these sleeping beauties. Not that he wants to. Vanya is making little snuffly snore sounds, it’s adorable. Setting the pills down, he gets reminded about those pastries he bought.

He sits between the table and couch again, but this time turned the other way, feet under the table, and cushions and Allison’s legs at his back. Looks like he’ll have to eat alone after all. He blows out a disappointed sigh. Being sober blows, and being sober all by himself is worse. But he’s not completely alone. The girls may be asleep, but they are right there behind him, warm bodies and soft breaths.

Allison’s not using the whole blanket. It’s huge. Half of it is draped off the edge of the couch anyway.

If he does the math, Klaus figures he can’t have gotten more than three hours of sleep before he went out for his circuitous neighborhood comeback tour.

He snags the afghan spilling onto the floor and tucks it below his chin.

It really is very cozy under here; he did a great job taking care of the two of them.

The scent of coffee is nice and relaxing, too.

That’s another first - this room actually feels peaceful. That’s definitely never happened before.

His eyes drift closed without him even noticing.

#DFD #Daily Fluff Dose day 1 #tua #I doubt I will be doing all of these but dang if this didn't just take over my head for the day #I hope that being hungover counts enough as being sick for the sickfic prompt?? #and going platonic because I can barely write shippy things for the ships I actively ship #Klaus and Allison and Vanya #being sleepy and soft together it's cute okay #This was really fun to write! Thanks for putting together a fandom challenge like this <3 #whoooops i'm terrible at titles but i definitely need to go to sleep and not worry about it soooo here you go #long post #tua ficlet

[nickatnightwalker-blog]

@bythepowerof4  in depth discussion of daisys every weakness and the responsibilities of power

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bythepowerof4 which was ok at the time because she mustve had a pretty shit night with the uh, fire, and being propositioned by count freakmeout, but its been a while and i still dont have my shoes

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nickatnightwalker 1.  idk who she's into atm she's mysterious like that 2.  yes shes always like that you just kind of learn to roll with it sometimes she chills

bythepowerof4 ok. um

bythepowerof4 you know what i actually dont know what to do with this information but thanks

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bythepowerof4 not sure how to figure that into my approach but thats weirdly cute?

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nickatnightwalker it is truely truely a nightmare andas far as i  know  leatherpants are not a part of this equation

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nickatnightwalker also makes this face like when you fuck up a quote?? her nose

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bythepowerof4 i was kinda saying like "hes lucky to have you" but that might be a bit mean sorry :/

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bythepowerof4 wait a fucking second am i the only person both awake and sober how did you let this happen

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