#Before the Order took him in Klaus used to keep his hair long and I like to headcanon it was Gilbert who chopped his braid off

[thatmintleaf]

Two Small Knights⚔️

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AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 05: Más a Tierra

AP-01 Masterlist

This fic is part of the Academy Projects series, a full rewrite of The Umbrella Academy with the addition of an original character, Kassandra Hargreeves. Throughout the story, you'll stumble across a few songs. This is supposed to make the fic feel as much like the show as possible, so I recommend you don't skip them.

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, child abuse, very visual descriptions of trauma I guess

“Don’t dwindle, children!” Sir Reginald called. “Gather in the entrance hall!”

One by one, the kids came pouring out of their rooms.

“Not you, Number Seven.”

It was a sentence they had long since gotten used to hearing. All of them were always involved, but not Vanya, not Number Seven. So, everyone else formed a cloud of blue uniforms running down the stairs, coming to a halt on the middle landing, where they almost tumbled over each other. Kassandra stood on her toes to look over Luther’s shoulder, climbing the banister with one foot to take a peek into the entrance hall below. A row of four chairs from the dining room had been lined up in front of the stairs, but a fifth, bigger, metallic one was what was giving the kids the creeps. It looked a bit like a dentist’s chair but also so unlike it, and the man sitting next to it clearly wasn’t a dentist. He was dressed in a leather jacket with studs, a messy beard adding volume to his face as if to make up for his lack of hair, and tattoos tinting his skin. To add to the horror, the device on the tray next to him looked enough like a needle that Diego staggered at the sight.

“Go on!” Sir Reginald ordered behind them.

So, the children kept walking. Diego held on to Kassandra’s shoulder tightly in a ruse of trying to push her forward. In return, she prodded at his fingers, pretending to push him away.

“Take off your jackets.”

They obeyed, Grace ready to collect their garments as soon as they took them off. She placed each of them neatly in the hidden wardrobe beneath the stairs.

“Any day now,” Sir Reginald started another of his speeches, “you will step under the public eye. As each of you is gifted with extraordinary abilities, it is to be expected that you will amass a certain degree of fame. But with fame comes a cost – the threat of imposters. To assure trust and coherence among the team and make sure that your missions aren’t compromised, you all must bear a mark to identify yourselves no matter what.”

Uneasy looks were exchanged amongst the siblings, the anxiety in the room chilly on Kassandra’s skin. She missed her jacket, missed being able to cover herself in it, despite knowing that it would do very little to keep her warm. She wished she was upstairs in her room, curled up in a blanket and drinking a cup of tea.

“These marks will be your pride. They will bind you together as a unit for good, ensure loyalty and cohesion. As such, it is imperative that none of you let yourselves be slain by your childish fear and flee from what is unknown to you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Dad,” came the scattered murmurs, none of the children looking him in the eye.

Kassandra felt something writhe within her chest, her insides rearranging themselves. The air in the room was thick, pressing down on her scalp, her siblings’ voices overlapping in her brain.

“So. Which one of you will go first?”

The voices got louder, but none of them spoke. The silence was deafening, making Kassandra choke on sticky nothing. Finally, she took a quick breath, looking her father straight in the eyes. But before a single word could come out, Klaus had already spoken.

“I’ll go first!” he grinned, strutting over to the metal chair with a slight spring in his step. “C’mon, guys, tattoos are fun!”

None of his siblings seemed to share his outlook, however, Kassandra only managing a pained smile. Luckily, the simple command of “sit” gave them something else to think about as they started fighting over who got to sit in which chair. There was a panic to it this time, the notion settled into their minds that a certain chair was the death chair and that that person would be tattooed next. In the end, Kassandra, Ben and Five were left without a seat, Ben instead sitting down on the staircase and Five and Kassandra leaning against the banisters on either side. All six of his siblings watched in apprehension as Klaus settled in on the tattoo chair with a giddy smile and laid his left arm out for the bearded man.

“Hold still.”

For a moment, everything was quiet. That was until the needle sunk in for the first time. His eyes blown wide, Klaus let out a pained yelp, the only thing keeping him from jumping out of his seat being Sir Reginald pinning him by the shoulders.

“Hold still, Number Four,” he repeated the bearded man’s words. “You haven’t listened.”

Klaus threw a helpless glance over to Kassandra and bit his lips as hard as he could, his breath whistling past his teeth. Immediately, Kassandra pushed herself away from the banister, towards helping him. But a single word from her father had her freeze in place, her hands clasped behind her back. Still, her eyes were locked with Klaus’s until he squeezed them shut, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“Can I at least get some—”

“Absolutely not. How will you save the world if you can’t even stand a bit of pain?”Kassandra nearly forgot to breathe. Klaus’s pain was shooting at her like a ray of desert sunlight, hot and bright and merciless. Her mind was spinning, overflowing with voices, making her dizzy. Closing her eyes, she focused on her lungs, pushing her chest in and out, slowly, in and out. Little by little, she felt a counterweight form in her mind, pushing the noise of voices down. Linking her hands together in front of her, she projected the feeling outwards, a soothing calm, fabricated as it was. Hopefully it would do something, anything to help Klaus get through this. Really, it seemed that he calmed down just a little, the waves just barely flowing far enough to reach him.

The minutes crept by like hours, tensions in the room not growing any smaller all the while. Finally, the bearded man let Klaus out of the chair, and Kassandra took her chance to hurry over to him, breaking her state of focus. The oncoming recoil of anxiety almost knocked her over, but she hurried into his arms, letting him cling to her for dear life as he choked on his tears. As their faces touched, his mind spilled into hers, his thoughts begging and pleading her for help, to put his arm on ice, to do anything to make it heal.

It’s okay, she whispered into his mind. You’ll be okay. It won’t hurt much longer.

“Who will go next?” Sir Reginald asked, his eyes wandering across each of his children.

“I’ll go,” Kassandra instantly declared, her voice firm.

“Kass!” Klaus gasped.

“I said ‘I’ll go.’”

She eased herself out of his grasp and took his left hand, enveloping it within hers, their gazes and minds locked. All of the affection and reassurance she could give, she gave to him, sealing the gift with a kiss to his fingertips before she let him go.

Her thoughts racing, she settled into the metal chair, feeling her heart thumping in her chest, against the barrier she had built inside her ribcage. As she laid out her arm, she closed off her mind, ready for a tug of war. This was training. It was all training. She closed her eyes, imagining a thick brick wall built around her thoughts. When the needle pierced her skin, she felt like screaming, but the noise bumped against her closed lips, only a quiet whimper coming out. The rest of the reflex recoiled back into her chest and spread out to her limbs, making her twitch. But only for a moment. Then, she tied her body down with mental metal bonds, locking herself in an invisible, skintight sarcophagus. The sensations bled into each other, creating a mass of boiling energy in her head and chest – liquid, heavy and tangible, yet shapeless all the same. The boiling syrup splashed around in her chest, stirred up by the rapid beating of her heart, and it stuck to the space between the walls and her brain, seeping into the folds, making everything numb.

“Number Eight, get up,” Sir Reginald ordered, his voice barely cutting through the mess in her mind.

She opened her eyes to find her forearm red and pulsing, a black umbrella with a red handle in a thick circle forever etched beneath her skin. But something within her was proud. Shakily, she got up from her seat, her knees just about ready to give out, though she tried not to let any of it show. Luckily, Klaus was right there next to her, wrapping his arm around her and leading her away.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice still quivering with tears. “You’re okay. We’ll all be okay. … Kass?”

“Yeah,” she croaked, barely making a sound. “I’m okay. I’m fine. We’ll be fine.”

Klaus sighed quietly and held her close, giving her a kiss to the temple. A certain coolness spread through her skull from that spot, easing her issues just a little. She turned around in his arms so she could see the torture chair again, Allison placing herself on the chopping block next, throwing them a worried glance. Kassandra gave a comforting smile and a nod, linking her fingers with Klaus’s above her waist. Despite her heart telling her to cry and scream, Kassandra used the affection she got from Klaus and her care for her siblings to project waves outwards, filtering out any negativity that tried to spill over. She could still feel the burning liquid in her brain, though it was starting to drip out of her skull, down her throat, breaking her voice, into her chest. At least that meant it didn’t strengthen her urge to cry, her eyes long since red and puffy, though they remained dry.

One by one, each of the siblings was marked by the needle and the ink, shaking, whimpering and crying in an event they would never forget. Sir Reginald made them all watch. None of them were allowed to leave until everyone’s tattoos were done. So, they were left clinging on to whatever they could find. The ones waiting for their turn to their knees, ankles, wrists, chairs, the ones already done to each other, squeezing the blood out of their veins – and Kassandra stood in the middle of them, acting as a calming beacon, focused only on her siblings beside her, desperately taking hold of her skin, and the ones opposite, hoping that her presence would somehow ease their pain.

Finally, all of them were done, gathered in a bundle of hands and limbs, trying to look for comfort where there was none to be found.

“Look at them,” Sir Reginald ordered.

They obeyed, forming a cramped circle, seven arms with irritated skin and shimmering ink squished together in the center.

“Look at your tattoos and memorize them. These are what bind you together. They are your identity, your life. You are the Umbrella Academy. There will be far worse hardships in the future. Only if you bond together will you be able to beat them.”

No looks were exchanged, only thoughts and voices, and a shared disdain for their father.

“Training is suspended for the day. Your feeble, adolescent bodies need to rest to accommodate this change. They have yet to develop into the warriors you will one day be.”

With those words, Sir Reginald left, and Grace followed after him. The bearded man said nothing, just packing up his gear. Diego was the first to run for the stairs, then the other kids followed, one after another. In the end, Kassandra was left alone, her thoughts spinning, her breathing ragged.

“Kassandra?” Vanya’s voice came from the top of the stairs.

“Please,” Kassandra huffed, “just leave me alone. I need space.”

Practically blind, she maneuvered along the wall and into the drawing room, stumbled towards the couch. She didn’t know if she reached it, her legs giving out and her mind shutting down, falling into nothing.

Kassandra ran her bare fingers across her tattoo, then buttoned her shirt cuff over it again and mindlessly reached for one of the cucumber sandwiches she had prepared. Almost two thirds of the plate were already empty. Logic would dictate that the one to blame was Klaus, but she knew from experience that it was Luther. Stress-eating. A habit she knew he couldn’t have gotten rid of, even though he was no longer a growing boy.

It wasn’t that she herself was hungry. Instead, she hoped that the taste of food in her mouth would remind her of where she was – in the present, not in the past. She took the time to take in the neatly cut squares, half a cucumber slice and a dash of dill as garnish on each of them. Beautiful. A sign of time and effort and love. Then, she put the little snack in her mouth, and it tasted of nothing but salty tears and guilt, at least to her. The illusion from her brain chased away her appetite.

With a sigh, she covered the cucumber sandwiches with a layer of cling film, then put them in the almost empty fridge. There was a nostalgic tune on her lips as she opened one of the drawers to find a lonely stack of sticky notes and a pen. In the same neat yet curly handwriting she had had since age fifteen, she scribbled a note on the paper and stuck it to the fridge, an empty one right next to it.

Hey,

there’s still some sandwiches left. - Why not have some for breakfast?

I’m going to the store. Do you want anything? ↝

Love, Kassandra

∞

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What's Good for the World (Might Not be Good for You)

Chapter 3: Justice

Being bitten by another vampire could be either an intensely pleasurable experience - powerfully intimate, the perfect thing to add to a long night of sex - or a horribly painful and demeaning one. Being attacked and reduced to a food source wasn’t something that most vampires dealt with on the regular, being designed as predators, and not prey. 

Klaus had been bitten plenty of times, usually during foreplay or between rounds. The small pains of fangs in his skin would turn to blinding pleasure in an instant, and he’d learned to relish and even crave it in short order. But before today, he’d never had his throat torn into, his blood spilled on the sheets under him as the vampire on top of him fed in frenzied desperation. 

Caroline’s hands went from gently holding onto him to gripping his arms for dear life to actually holding him down as her strength returned and his waned. His healing was fast, but was having trouble keeping up as she raked her teeth across his skin, searching for more. He’d shed his jacket as she’d approached his throat - a wise choice, as she’d fisted a hand in his shirt and torn it to shreds in a second.

If Caroline had only erred on the side of harming people in her first 24 hours of vampirism, then she’d probably never done this before, he realized. Feeding like this would kill a human, after all. He’d threaded his fingers though her hair early on, and was stunned to realize that his arm was going numb. She must have been truly desperate. And to think, there was a refrigerator full of blood bags not three feet away, taunting her as she was unable to consume them.

“Darling,” he whispered, gently placing his free hand on her hip. She bit down harder, clearly lost in her hunger. “Caroline, stop a moment. Stop—” She sat up abruptly, fangs still extended, staring down at him with dark eyes filled with unquenched bloodlust. Had she ever truly shown this self to anyone else, he wondered distractedly?

“I’m going to need to steal some of your blood bags,” he said, sitting up and regretting it instantly. The dizziness was so overwhelming that he nearly fell into her. 

When he looked up, he realized that the veins had retracted from her face, and she was staring at him wide-eyed and horrified, face and the front of her shirt still covered in his blood.

“Deep breaths,” he coached, taking her face in both of his hands. “I’m already healed, see. But I am going to need a drink myself before you continue.”

“Con—” she choked out, eyes moving from his healed but still blood-soaked neck to the crimson mess of her pillow and sheets.

“Hey, breathe,” he repeated sternly, wrapping her in his arms and turning so she wasn’t facing the evidence of her violence. “With me, in… out…” Obediently she took long, slow breaths, and he held onto her until her heart rate slowed.

“I’m going to make use of your blood stash now,” he murmured into her hair, and she nodded jerkily, not looking at him as he let her go, sped around the bed, and pulled a pair of blood bags out, popping the cap off of one and directly into the garbage with unerring precision. Bagged blood wasn’t as tasty as fresh and warm, but it was perfectly fine in a pinch, and he’d sucked down one bag and was starting on the other in the time it took him to walk back around the bed at human speed.

“Feeling any better?” he asked between gulps, relishing the feeling of strength returning to him. She nodded again, the same jerky movement from a moment ago, still not meeting his eyes. 

He finished the second bag, tossed it in the trash beside the first, and took one of her hands in his, gently rubbing her fingers between his. They were warmer, softer, his blood having done its job. She still wasn’t looking at him. He raised her chin with his free hand, and she met his eyes, though she looked like she would have preferred to do just about anything else.

“I do presume that you realize I’m quite a bit more durable than the average vampire,” he reminded her, cocking his head to the side a little and raising his eyebrows. 

“I know,” she breathed, “I know, I’ve just…” 

“Never gone that far before?” he finished for her. She nodded, dropping her gaze when he removed his hand. “Ever been in such a bad way before?” he challenged, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. She shook her head.

“I didn’t expect I’d actually hurt you,” she finally admitted. 

“That sort of frenzy feeding is completely natural when a vampire has been starved as long as you have.” How many weeks had it been since Alaric had her? How many weeks, days, hours, minutes had she been suffering and none of her friends had noticed - and he hadn’t noticed? 

He shoved the pain of that thought deep, deep down and returned to the present. “It’s why Stefan is a ripper; since he never has a proper, healthy diet, when he finally does feed from a human he can’t control himself. Though he’ll never listen to any of us evil villain types when we try to explain that he’s bringing it upon his own foolish self…” he added, and Caroline’s tiny laugh lifted a weight off his heart he hadn’t realized was there.

“No ill-effects?” he checked, feeling her pulse as it slowed. “I take it the loophole is working?”

“Yeah,” she responded quickly. “Yeah I feel much better now. Thank you,” she added, and her eyes were burning into his with something that looked more like guilt than gratitude, and he wanted to kiss it away, wanted to press his mouth against hers until she couldn’t remember why she felt guilty, wanted to sink his fangs into her throat, slowly, gently, and give her an intimate lesson on what feeding from another vampire could be like, should be like.

“Good to know we’ve found at least one way to survive for the present,” he interrupted what he suspected was going to be a long and painful apology. “Now to figure out how to fix you up properly.” She swallowed, and nodded, clearly trying hard to focus.

“You said there was no one to murder - I take it that the hunter’s as dead as Alaric?” 

“Yeah,” she said tightly. “Technically he committed suicide right here in my bed.” Klaus blinked, opened his mouth and shut it again, wondering just what sort of a nightmare he’d missed. “My dad,” she explained, realizing he didn’t have the context to get it. “My dad did this to me. 

“He’s also the guy who taught Tyler how to break the sire bond, and could defeat compulsion by sheer willpower,” she forged on when it was clear that Klaus was going to comment on that. “So, he probably would’ve known how to fix it too. But he was so against becoming a vampire that when he was murdered, he refused to drink, and expired right here where we’re sitting. Human. So, no getting Jeremy to call up his spirit on the other side for a little threaty Q&A.”

“Noted,” he responded, then raised a hand, holding his fingers near her face, but not quite touching. Instantly, her heart stuttered and then sped up, terror gripping her. Her breathing became shallow, and though she didn’t pull away he saw something close behind her eyes. “Caroline,” he said, lowering his hand immediately. “Caroline, breathe, dearest.” She obeyed, shallowly and quickly, clearly trying and failing to control herself. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want,” he assured her.

“I don’t want,” she choked out, shaking her head vehemently. “It’s not that I don’t trust you or think that you’d hurt me or—” her panicked explanation cut off with a sob.

“Too many people rummaging around in your head is what got you into this mess,” he surmised, and she nodded. 

“I know a witch who specializes in hypnotherapy and guided soul-journeys,” he suggested. “I could arrange for her to come here and take a look at you.”

“A witch therapist?” Caroline repeated, not having considered such a mundane possibility.

“A lot of witches are therapists, love,” he responded with a laugh. “They tend to make rather good ones. This one in particular has worked with some friends of mine to great effect. I’d take Stefan to see her if I thought he’d trust anyone I recommended,” he added a little sourly, and the ghost of a laugh made Caroline’s lips twitch up slightly. 

“Are you done?” he asked suddenly, and she frowned, not understanding for a moment. “Drinking,” he added. “If you haven’t fed properly since Alaric had you—deep breaths,” he added, “it’s not like you can hurt me.”

“Maybe not permanently,” she whispered back. He let his eyes go gold, his fangs extend.

“Would it make you feel better if I bit you back?” he asked, mostly joking. He could see that while she was no longer desiccating, she wasn’t sated. She huffed out another tiny laugh, and he let his face go back to normal. She really wasn’t scared of him at all, was she? He pressed his palm against the back of her neck, pulling her back towards him. 

“Seriously love, you’re not doing yourself any favors by holding back,” he added. “I’m more than willing to supply you with what you need until you’re able to find a way to undo what’s been done to you - but I do ask that you don’t let yourself get into the state you were in last night again. For your sake and mine.” He had her there. She was smart enough to know that after injury or physical trauma, a vampire needed to glut themself in order to heal. Giving in to his gentle pressure on her neck, she leaned into him, her fangs extending, and gently bit back into the perfectly healed skin of his neck.

This time was different. This time was how it ought to be, deep and slow and sensual. He wound his arms around her, and she pressed into him, her hands tangling into his hair and running her hails gently down his back. Unable to bear the space between them, he pulled her onto his lap, and she wrapped herself around him obligingly, not even pausing. 

He knew that this time she could feel it too - with her hunger no longer dominating her, she could feel the way his blood sang in her veins, the way two vampire souls would reach out to one another, but never quite touch, during this act. As she slowed, she retracted her fangs, gently lapping away the few drops that escaped as the tiny wounds closed. 

For a long moment, neither of them moved. He didn’t want to let go, and she didn’t want to face reality again.

Then she sat back, looking down at him from where he’d elevated her, eyes full of a burning, delectable something, and he though staring into them that if he kissed her right now, she’d probably let him. Might kiss him back. Might even let him show her what else their bodies could do together, right here on her blood-soaked bed, until all she could associate his blood with was pleasure and safety and love.

The landline phone rang suddenly, jolting them both back to reality, and she climbed sheepishly off of him, sitting a little stifly on the bed as the call went to voicemail.

“Suppose that’s the universe reminding me I need to give that witch a call,” he laughed a little, and she smiled back, genuine and red-faced.

“I take it from the lack of Bennett witch intervention that you’ve not told any of your friends about this?” he checked, standing up and putting his jacket back on to cover his naked and slightly bloody torso. She shook her head.

“I didn’t want them to worry, I don’t want anyone to worry, I just—” He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head.

“Your secret is safe with me, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair. “And I’ll happily assist you with whatever you need until we can find you a more permanent solution.”

He took a step back and she looked up at him, her expression a mix of confusion and gratitude (which was at least better than her guilt from before). 

“Why?” she breathed. “I mean, I’ve given you no hope… I’ve shut you out more times than I can count…”

“Whoever gave you the idea that you had to do things for people in order to be worthy of their help,” Klaus responded, eyes narrowing slightly in anger and sorrow, “should be hanged for it.”

Before she could respond to that - and before he could stay and say worse - Klaus vanished at vampire speed. Caroline sat frozen on the edge of her bed, watching the first rays of autumn sunlight glow through her window for a long moment.

Then she stood up, stretched luxuriously after having been so dried out for so long, and began to strip the ruined sheets off of her bed.  

[chamotate]

@spinningblueberry sorry this took so long, i was busy and then i accidently deleted the whole post and had to rewrite it!

anyway... take 2. this one is gonna be more sloppy because i cannot do this again.

Anastasya (her nickname is Stasya which i will probably use most) was born in Ukraine, with farmer parents and quite a large family. She isn't Jewish, but she follows the practises with Sergei and Andrzej to try and be supportive. She's very protective of her youngest sister Karolina (Shortened to just Lina). Stasya is a very motherly person, she is always caring for everyone she meets.

chronological stuff

1933, there's a famine in Ukraine. Their family is doing anything to just get by. Scraping tree bark, eating grass.... anything.

Stasya feels utterly helpless that she can't do more to help, sure, they have a few chickens and sure, that'll help them a bit, but she knew it wouldn't last long. Especially because there wasn't enough chicken feed either.

And heaven fucking listened, because a few months go by and Andrzej (with Sergei) come to visit. They bring some food over and help her rebuild and start over. The fence is charred and broken from a fire, the soil looks... horrendous, barely salvageable. But they work hard and the farm looks... somewhat okay.

1939, Stasya hears about Andrzej and angered to absolute shit, she attempts to join the Red Army, but is turned away multiple times, before she snips her hair off and 'disguises' her to be let in. (Woah, the second woman to do this??? Almost like they were sexist!!!) Anyway, she's had experience with rifles, since she's gone hunting many times with her family, so she is almost a pro. She gets teased a lot on the front by the other guys and... some unsavoury comments and unwanted touches occur (this is genuinely things that happened out there, touch starved people go insane), but she powers through, becoming a pioneer for other Soviet women to join. Stalin obviously would frame this as "his plan all along"!!!!

She also meets Sharon here, who... she gets a little FREAKY with.. occasionally...

1944, Stasya leaves the army, reading a bunch of distressing letters from Sergei... Something about a Nazi keeping him hostage, or that's how she understood it. She traced the address and went to go find Sergei when HOLY SHIT THIS NAZIS WIFE WAS HOT 🗣️🗣️ at least thats what she was thinking. Anyway... Stasya checks on Sergei, sees he looks alive, while she walks in on him and Klaus doing something... she didn't want to ask, but she assumed Sergei had just moved on and this Nazi guy was... freaky!!

1945, the war is over, but Sergei's letter sound more and more desperate, she knew he was staying in the cabin now, so she rushed to get there fast, when she found Sergei trying to cut himself. She held him tightly and held him close, sobbing into his shoulder. She felt bad, but she yelled, obviously panicked, holding his arms tightly and looking into his eyes, his dull eyes. She had to make him better.

She started by hiding all the sharp objects, if he had a tendency to harm himself, he would need to be supervised by her around sharp objects. She gave him a MUCH NEEDED bath. It was clear he wasn't caring for himself. She became almost like a mother to him, she made sure he had everything he needed, she created a new, healthy routine for him. (She knew how much he liked routines but had no idea why)

She also had to learn his "order", which seemed bizarre to her, but she played along, hoping to keep him sane this way.

1959, she watched Sergei die. She couldn't believe she WATCHED him die. She saw the life leave his eyes, she watched him choke. She didn't save him. She was a failure.

She made sure to bury Sergei beside Andrzej (who was buried next to the cabin so that Sergei could visit everyday). She knew this was their destiny. They were meant to stay together, it was clear they couldn't live apart.

1960, Stasya finally got the news about Klaus' death. She found it in some notes hidden under Sergei's mattress. Her mind went back to Ida..... Surely she didn't want to be alone right now.........

Anyway they live happily together forever and are happy and together and they don't have a sad ending!!!

[rere-the-writer]

Title- 'He has a wife'

Pairing- Elijah Mikaelson x Original!Reader

Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Forced marriage, Things get spicy, Elijah being a simp for his wife

Hayley sat having Elijah's head in her lap trying to keep his fever down after being bitten by Klaus. Elijah was hallucinating as he rubbed Hayley's arms muttering a name under his breath untill she saw what he was seeing.

You sat in tub as your husband walked in leaning against the door frame smirking watching water trail down your collar bone as he caught your attention. Elijah walked over sitting at the tub edge taking the sponge from your smaller softer hands enjoying the sight of your face flushing.

"I thought you were with your witch? Celeste, was it?"

"I wanted spend the day with you, Y/N." Elijah says lowly kissing your ankle as you looked away your face getting darker feeling his hand trail along your calf.

"Nik, is causing trouble for the witches. Since he listens to you, you should talk to him."

"I should. Perhaps a spanking is in order? But I need practice first, Come here my love." Elijah says as the water sloshed when you moved closer to Elijah wondering what he was up to. Elijah cupped your face as his kissed you deeply nipping at your bottom lip pulling a soft moan from you.

"Hayley?" Elijah rasped out as Hayley looked down at him placing a clothe on his forehead. Elijah realized he had let her in his mind.

"You saw my memories."

"I did...who ever is Y/N, she was pretty hot." Hayley tells the vampire as he groaned in pain from the bite.

"You need to leave."

"No Elijah. I'm staying until you are better." Hayley tells him going back to taking care of him.

Mikael returned home from battle with a prize from what Esther saw with Rebekah. You glared at the Viking as he pushed you forward and Esther caught you frowning seeing the dirt and torn clothes on you.

"Elijah!"

"Yes father?" Elijah questioned looking at you then at his father confused along with Esther and Rebekah.

"Meet your wife, Y/N."

"Elijah?" Hayley whispered seeing Elijah had fell asleep as she was trying to wrap her head around what she saw. Elijah had healed and not spoke to Hayley about the memories unaware she was going to meet Elijah's wife every soon.

Hayley watched in shock as the vampire attacking Elijah dropped dead as you stood holding the heart dropping it as Elijah stared up at you in surprise.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered staring at you as you stared down at him. Elijah's eyes raked over your body seeing that you were dressed in a white tank top tucked into a pair of skinny jeans with red heels. You had gotten bit of a tan and your hair was longer from when he last saw you.

"Elijah, who is this?"

"Y/N Mikaelson.... my wife and Original." Elijah answers Hayley as he stood up finally shaking off his awe. You looked at Hayley not seeing what it could be about her to earn Elijah's affections if Klaus's word was to go by.

"You've returned to me." Elijah says snapping you from your thoughts when he cupped your cheek.

"No. Niklaus called saying you needed help." You say pulling away from Elijah not seeing his frown as you walked away. Hayley moved next to him reaching for his hand but Elijah moved it away from hers staring longingly at you.

"Elijah seriously has a wife?" Hayley asked Rebekah still having trouble warping her head around it. Rebekah was watching you from across the room while you were talking to Klaus who held a year old Hope.

"Yes. She was turned with us." Rebekah answered Hayley annoyed with her questions as for a week the hybrid had been asking questions about you. You and Elijah had an arranged marriage after your village had been attacked by Mikael and his men due to the leader of your village had attacked Mikael's first.

So to be sure you'll live your father offered you to Mikael as a wife to one of his sons while you glared as the older man ready to fight with a fire in your eyes. You were a round Elijah's age, only two years younger than the noble Mikaelson, so to Mikael, you were a perfect wife for Elijah. As Mikael didn't want Elijah to marry Tatia so he had brought you home with him even though you fought the whole way back.

"She didn't seem happy to see Elijah."

"That happens when you are forced to marry someone so you can live." Rebekah said rolling her eyes at Hayley knowing why the hybrid was asking while it took Elijah only 800 years ago to love you and treat you like his wife but you didn't return Elijah's affections or at least not from what Elijah could see as you were a hard woman to read.

"Oh....so why does she stay?"

"Because we have been with each other for so long....we can't just leave one another." Rebekah says walking away from Hayley as the hybrid watched Elijah step up beside you. Elijah's hand was on your lower back as Klaus excused hisself leaving you to talk to Elijah.

"Darling, I've missed you." Elijah says softly kissing your temple as you looked to Hayley catching her stare making the hybrid look away as Elijah focused your attention back on him.

The last time you saw your husband was back in 1912 when you left due to feeling overwhelmed by Elijah's affections so Rebekah and Klaus helped you run off one late night which broke Elijah but he understood why as there was times he forgot that your marriage was forced.

"Your little wolf seems upset Elijah." You say as Elijah's eyes flickered to Hayley then he focused back on you gently taking your hand in his kissing the wedding band on your finger.

"She isn't mine. What is mine is standing right here." Elijah says against your hand fully aware that Hayley heard him but all he could care about was you. Elijah's feelings for you had only increase as while you were gone, Elijah found hisself craving for your touch or to just have you near.

"Elijah, you don't ne...." You were cut off by Elijah kissing you softly as he cupped your cheek and an arm slipped around your waist. While you couldn't help but kiss back as you gripped his suit jacket and you had forgotten how well your body molded against Elijah's. He pulled away holding you closer resting his forehead against yours while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"You are my wife. I have fell in love with you over 800 years ago so don't tell me I don't have to pretend that I love you because I do. I see you and only you." Elijah tells you getting a nod from you as he smiled brushing his nose against yours enjoying how long you were allowing him to hold you.

"So you really are married?" Hayley asked seeing Elijah sitting in his study looking over a marriage certificate that needed to be updated.

"I am, I apologize for......" Elijah was cut off when Hayley sat on his desk in front of him hands on his face. Elijah looked up at Hayley seeing the the look of want in her eyes as she leaned in kissing Elijah.

"Elijah....I love you and I was hoping you would feel the same."

"Hayley....." Elijah muttered cupping her cheek as in a blur Hayley found herself on a couch and excitment filled her but noticed Elijah was by the door.

"I apologize and I am honored to earn your affections but I love by wife deeply. So please do not attempt this again."

"But Elijah..." Hayley said sadly watching him leave but Hayley knew she couldn't give up on Elijah.

Elijah headed for his bedroom surprised to find you sitting on his bed dressed in a baby blue babydoll face a deep shade of red. Elijah licked his bottom lip closing his door taking off his suit jacket and tie.

"What is all this?"

"I.....hum....wanted...I uh...be here ....with you." You were a mess trying to tell Elijah that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Elijah walked up cupping your cheek kissing you gently.

"My sweet wife." Elijah said kissing along your neck as your arms came around his neck feeling you shuttered under his touch.

"My loving husband." You whispered cupping Elijah's face watching his eyes darken as he pounced on you.

"Klaus is Elijah awake yet?" Hayley asked walking into the Mikaelson home as Klaus looked up from his book.

"No. He is still in......" Klaus didn't get to finish as Hayley headed up to Elijah's bedroom and he smirked knowing that Hayley wouldn't like what she about to see.

"Maybe we can head up to New York during the winter. Just the two of us." Hayley heard Elijah say as she peered into Elijah's room seeing him sitting in his bed leaning back against the headboard and you were in his lap.

"Do....you...really want talk about.... that right now?" You panted out as Elijah smirked hands on your hips kissing your breast.

"Can't talk and ride?" Elijah teased you helping you move as your fingers raking through his hair before burying your face in his neck.

"No....Eli...fuck." You cried out when Elijah moved your hips harder and as if he knew Hayley was in the hallway.

"I love you. A beautiful woman with a fiery heart that I am honored to be called your husband." Elijah tells you softly watching you flushed kissing him hungrily letting him take control.

"You know Elijah is committed to his wife. Right?" Rebekah say noticing how Hayley was watching Elijah dancing with you.

"But he wasn't before."

"That is because he was younger, angry with our father and freshly turned vampire. And even though Elijah had been coldhearted to Y/N, she stayed loyal even though after we turned sh ed could have ran off."

"Rebekah is right. It would be best if you focus on your marriage to Jackson." Klaus says walking up holding Hope as Hayley frowned she knew Klaus was right she was married now but she couldn't let Elijah go.

"Maybe we should marry." Elijah says softly kissing your shoulder as you both swayed.

"But we are already married."

"I know but I want to marry you the right way not with you being forced to." Elijah said spinning you then pulled you close as you reached up cupping his face.

"Okay." You tell Elijah as he lifted you up kissing you gently as you finally allowed yourself to fully give into Elijah and finally let yourself be happy.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Panther Princess; T’Challa x child reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG time in the making, not only cause of motivation and time schedule wise but I wanted to make sure I GOT THIS FIC RIGHT since this is my first time writing for T'Challa since Chadwick's death last year (MAY HE RIP OUR KING!!!). Hope you guys enjoy this, and I’ve decided that after a few Wattpad requests I’ll open requests up here on Tumblr but there will be some MAJOR adjustments to what fandoms I’ll do. For now just be patient with me and eventually I will open requests here on Tumblr, I just don’t want to be overwhelmed.

Warnings: Malnourishment. abuse, terrorists involved (no action but just the word), some fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@soy-guey

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

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It was in the dead of night when T’Challa received word about some smugglers were traveling with some stolen Vibranium, and word has it that they were working for Klaue.  Even though he had been dead, Klaue’s business was still running and forging deals with terrorists groups and anti-government parties.

Him and Okoye were flying over towards the drop-off point where the dealers were gonna be exchanging their latest steal of Vibranium.

“The dealers that Klaus’ second Lt. Rosko Lannister is selling the Vibranium to come from an Iranian terrorist group.”

“As usual we will let them make their business transaction before taking any further action. After dealing with the terrorist group and Lannister is ours, he will be put under the same crimes as we would’ve given Klaue.” T’Challa told Okoye.  She nodded as the jet continued to fly towards their destination.

It was just before sunset when at an old, abandoned warehouse Rosko Lannister and some of Klaue’s old men waited for their clients to arrive.  Soon enough driving in the black SUV’s and Honda trucks, the Iranian terrorist group came out of their cars.  Most of them were soldiers holding their AK-47’s close to their chest while out of the head van, 3 men dressed in full 3 piece suits exited the car.

They looked exactly alike for these three men were actually brothers.  Two of them were twins and the other was a year younger than his older twin brothers. Hasim, Sami, and Achmed Israeli were the three leaders of the biggest terrorist group in the world.  There was even record shown that they made deals with HYDRA back in the day.  Mostly smuggled weapons and potential serums for super soldiers.

After the fall back in 2014 when both SHIELD and HYDRA were exposed, the brothers decided to go underground and disappear under the radar.  The US and European governments have been trying to find them ever since but they are too clever and can easily cover their tracks both physically and wirelessly.

“The Israeli brothers. I can’t tell you how honored I am to be doing business with you.” Rosko praised.

“We didn’t come for praises. We came for the Vibranium. Do you have it?” the oldest twin brother Sami demanded.

“Getting down to business. That was one thing my former associate Klaue always appreciated. God rest his soul.” Rosko kissed his finger before raising them upward. “Nah I’m just kidding he was an arsehole, I’m actually glad he’s dead.” He changed his tune.

“The Vibranium. Do you have it or not!?” demanded the younger twin Hasim.

“Patience Hasim. Let the white man talk.” Sami eased his brother.  Rosko turned to one of his guys and nodded.  His left hand man let out a whistle and soon two men come carrying in a large box that was filled with the stolen Vibranium that Klaue had stowed away for himself.

The men set it down before the brothers and Achmed opened the case up to reveal the Vibranium they were looking for.  A small smirk came across Sami’s face and he said.

“Excellent. The most powerful material in the universe.”

“It did come at personal cost from Klaue, better him than me. It’s worth billions. Hope you also kept your end of the deal. This transaction is only fair if both parties agree.” Hasim smirked cunningly and turned to his general.

He nodded and exclaimed in Muslim and before Rosko even knew it. Every single one of his men was shot dead by the Israeli brother’s soldiers, leaving only him alive.

Every gun was now turned on him and Rosko had no choice but to raise his hands slowly.

“True. But when dealing with terrorists you should’ve also realized that there is a price to pay. Especially if you’ve been followed.” Sami said. At this point Rosko was confused.

“What-what-what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been in this game for a long time Mr. Lannister, I’ve seen everything and heard it all. Superheroes, aliens, psychotic androids, even real life wizards. So don’t think for a second that your actions hasn’t risen suspicion to the one who rules the very place where you got this Vibranium from.” Sami closed the case and patted it before his brother Achmed took it and had it put in the truck.

“King T’Challa has no idea of this Vibranium that was stashed away. He’s recovered the traces of Vibranium that Klaue kept public. There’s no way he could know about this.”

“Clearly Klaue had a better game face than you Mr. Lannister. For he wouldn’t have revealed such an important fact to me.” At that moment Rosko knew he had been played by the brothers.  Before he knew it, a bullet went straight into his head and he died right there.

“Surround the area. We don’t leave till the King is dead.” Ordered Achmed to his security team.  The soldiers exclaimed Arabic commands as they surrounded the warehouse with their guns outward and ready to fire.

One guard in particular heard something move behind him and he quickly turned and fired three shots but didn’t hit anything but some old crates.  His paranoia was getting the best of him and that’s what gave him away.  He was suddenly grabbed by the back of his robes and lifted up and beaten till he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

2 more guards heard what was going on and went to check on their fallen soldier when a flash of a figure ran behind them. They quickly turned and fired their guns when suddenly T’Challa came down behind them, quickly disarmed them and knocked them unconscious.

As more of the brother’s security came in and they open fired on T’Challa, he merely walked towards the security before sprinting forward and disarming the rest of them.  His claws tearing their guns apart, and using his quick ‘cat-like’ agility, he managed to take down the entire fleet.

“Israeli brothers!” he cried out.  It was then Sami came out and T’Challa revealed his face to the eldest brother.

“King T’Challa. I must say it is an honor to be in your presence.” Sami mocked.

“Did you really believe we would be unaware of this trade?”

“On the contrary, I expected this all along. It was that witless white monkey Rosko who didn’t expect to see you. But never fear, he’s out of both of our hands.” Sami said nonchalantly as he looked down at his nails.  

“If you surrender the stolen Vibranium to me, we can resolve this peacefully. But refuse, and you’ll face justice of Wakanda in Rosko Lannister’s stand. You and your brothers.”

“See my brothers and I made a pact. If we can’t escape the system, we’d be—how you say, judge jury and executioner to ourselves. And rather than rot in a cell separated, we shall join together in a blaze of glory. And we’re not afraid to take you with us, suffering the same fate as your own father did.” Sami raised his arms out like he was flying and waiting for a fiery explosion to happen.

But nothing came.

He opened his eyes to reveal that nothing had happened.  It was then coming into the open space were Ayo and Okoye who had Sami’s younger brothers. Both men were bruised and battered up pretty badly.  The two Dora Milaje members dropped his brothers down at his feet like trash and T’Challa said.

“I told you. This could’ve been resolved peacefully. But you forced our hand, especially when you had planned to blow up the place with all of us inside.” Sami growled but nonetheless raised his hands in surrender.

As the Dora Milaje were detaining the three brothers, T’Challa retrieved the stolen Vibranium when he heard something nearby.  It sounded like chains, they had defeated all of the security, Rosko and his men were all shot by the Israeli brother’s defense, and the brothers were all detained so who else was here?

“My King?” Okoye asked.

“Stay here Okoye, I want to check something out.” He told his general of the Dora Milaje.

“My king, it could be another threat we do not yet know about. Let me come with you.”

“I’m not defenseless Okoye. Now you and Ayo just put the men on the ship and let me handle this. It could be some animal or the chains fell down off of something.” Okoye nodded to her king and soon T’Challa headed deeper into the warehouse.

As he explored every bit of it, he soon noticed that there appeared to be a hidden door within the walls that was very faintly cracked open.  He opened the door and could hear the sound of the chains getting louder and louder.

It was almost like they were—pacing? They kept a constant rhythm as they would move about, in a circle pattern or something close to it.  T’Challa slowly walked towards the direction of the chains and soon found what appeared to be a cage.  A glass cage but it was inside that surprised the Wakandan King.

Inside the glass was a child.  She appeared to be around the ages of 8-11 years old. Her hair was extremely long and madded like a lion’s mane.  She looked malnourished so much so that you could almost see her bones.  But for being malnourished, how could she have the energy to pace so frantically like she was now?  He also noticed that there around her neck, wrists and ankles were chains keeping her inside.

T’Challa slowly walked out of the shadows and into the light where the child would be able to see him.  She stopped her pacing and just stared at him curiously. T’Challa disengaged his full Black Panther suit so that he was in his normal clothes.

“I am not here to hurt you.” He gently told the child.  The child slightly tilted their head like a lost puppy.  “My name is T’Challa, what’s yours?” T’Challa slowly and slowly got closer and closer to her cage as he spoke in that soft voice of his.  When she didn’t answer him he assured you, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

Suddenly in the blink of an eye, her (e/c) soon turned to a deep cat eye yellow.  Her body shifted into a fairly young but still decent size panther and she lashed out at the cage, knocking T’Challa off his feet in slight fear.  The child now standing before him as a full panther clawed and roared at the cage furiously.

“My King!” Ayo’s voice spoke in Xhosa and soon her and Okoye came in and when they saw the panther, they lifted up their spears in defense.

“Stand down!” T’Challa commanded them.

“But my king—this animal is feral. It was going to kill you.” Okoye reasoned with him but T’Challa told her.

“She is a human child. She shifted into this panther before my eyes. Look.” Soon enough the panther shrunk down and soon turned back into the young girl who was still pacing back and forth in her cage.

“What sorcery is this?” asked Ayo.

“Not magic. Science. Look closer at her arms.” T’Challa said.  At the section of the arm on the other side of the elbow, they noticed dozens of needle injection scars.

“This child was experimented on.” Okoye said grimly with a horrified expression.

“What do we do my King?” asked Ayo.  T’Challa looked at the child who was growling and trying to act scary even though she was no longer a panther anymore.

“We take her to Shuri. Maybe she can shed more light on the matter. Get her to the ship. But approach her cautiously. Don’t make any sudden movements.” Ayo and Okoye bowed their heads to their king and walked towards the cage.

The girl would hit her skeletal body up against the cage trying to rattle it and actually roared out a panther’s real roar, her teeth slowly growing into the large infamous canines of a real big cat. Okoye and Ayo then placed a hover bead on each end of the cage and soon the cage levitated just a few feet off the ground.

The little girl roared and began clawing at the glass but it hardly did anything as she was now being guided towards the ship.

When they reached Wakanda after dealing with the brothers, Shuri in her lab was going over the girl’s intel scan that she made of the girl from her cage with her kimoyo beads.

“So what is it you can find Shuri?” T’Challa said as he entered his sister’s lab.

“This may come as a surprise to you brother. But—she has no birth record at all. I’ve contacted some of my people in various places around the world to see if there has been any missing child and all of them have said no. My theory is that she may have been created from a test tube to look like this.”

“Any idea who could’ve made her?”

“The same organization that made the White Wolf into the Winter Soldier.”

“Hydra.” T’Challa said gravely.  Shuri nodded.

“I hacked into their old files and it only confirms my theory. Seems like they wanted to create their own Cat-god or something.”

“Any records on what her powers are? She can shift into a panther but can she also shift into anything else?”

“I’m still digging through the files, there’s a lot of files that came to creating her. It’ll take time brother.” T’Challa nodded in understandment.

��Keep me updated.”

“Yes brother.” T’Challa walked away but he turned back towards the young girl and saw that she had briefly stopped her pacing to look at him once again.

A week later after finding the child, Shuri managed to dig up that HYDRA’s plan for the Child was for her to become their Agent Battle Cat.  The ability to shift into a panther.  She also has enhanced agility, speed, and strength.

However when HYDRA fell back in 2014, they were forced to abandon the project and she had been left alone in that warehouse ever since.  Thinking about the enhancing experiments she must’ve been forced to endure or whatever genes they gave her, it allowed her to survive even being chained up in a cage for years on end until she felt like she needed to give up.

While being kept under his sister’s supervision, T’Challa also made it apparent to try and communicate with the Child, just to see if she could either understand or (in a rare case) speak in any language.  The first time he had tried to talk to her well—let’s just say she ended up with broken nails and chipped teeth after trying to take a bite of T’Challa’s forearm when he activated his suit to protect his arm from her attack.

He had finally finished his royal civic duties for the day when he decided to try and talk to the Child again.

“You sure it’s a good idea brother? You did cause her to lose her nails and chipped some of her teeth.”

“I learned my lesson last time. But you weren’t there before that happened. She had actually dropped her guard and almost looked like she wanted to communicate with me. I think I’m getting through to her.”

“Okay brother. But if she attacks you again, I doubt that’ll sit well with Mother as well as Okoye and Ayo.”

“I will handle mama and the Dora Milaje. For now see to it that no one disturbs us.” Shuri nodded and told her workers to go home for now, leaving T’Challa and the Child alone.

T’Challa slowly approached her cage to see her lying down on her side licking her broken nails.  Some of them had broken off by the top, while the rest had the entire nail broken leaving a bloody mess in it’s wake.  She was currently licking her blood stained fingertips when she caught T’Challa’s scent.

She growled and hissed angrily at him, her canine fangs extended out and her eyes shifted into the cold, yellow panther eyes.

“Steady, steady. I’m not here to hurt you.” T’Challa sat down a few feet away from the cage and continued, “I am sorry for what happened to you. I was only protecting myself from getting hurt. It was my fault for overstepping my boundaries.” Her hissing ceased and she closed her mouth hiding her fangs but she would occasionally growl lowly, her tail coming out and twitching anxiously.

They sat there in silence for a couple of minutes when T’Challa said to her.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of a name for you. You know something to call you. I’m betting the men who created you never really gave you a real human name. What do you think about—Ariana?” the Child hissed. T’Challa chuckled, “Didn’t think so. Shuri said you might like it but now I can prove to her that I was right. Now for the real options, what about…….Nala?” the child tilted her head confused.  “No? What about…..Diana?” she looked down and went back to licking her fingertips. “That won’t really help them heal. Sure it’ll clot the blood but it’s not that good for saliva to heal a wound like that.”

She looked up at T’Challa and growled lowly.

“I’m just trying to help. We have the medicine that’ll help you. I won’t lie it might sting for a brief second but it’ll help. Will you trust me with healing you, please?” the child looked between him and her fingers before slowly extending her arms out and she briefly nodded.

T’Challa then got some antiseptic and band-aids. He opened up a small section of the cage, just enough for her arms to come out.

“Thank you for your trust.” He then began to doctor her fingertips.  She let out some painful roars on the stubbed fingertips that no longer had a nail anymore but at least this time she didn’t try to attack him like last time.  He soothed her with calming phrases like ‘it’s okay. It’s won’t last long.’ And ‘Just relax, it’s almost over.’ After bandaging up her left pinkie finger he told her, “There, I’m done (Y/n).”

At hearing that name, she looked up at T’Challa curiously.  Her tail perked up and the tip curled inward.  T’Challa looked at her to see her tail fall limp to the cage floor. “(Y/n)?” her tail lifted up again and her head tilted curiously.  “So you like that name eh?” She looked at T’Challa and her nose twitched as she was trying to sniff him through the glass.

Taking a risk, he slowly reached his hand into the cage once more like before.  However this time he kept his hand in a downward position, so that his hand formed the shape of another cat’s nose.  The Child slowly crept towards his hand and gave it a sniff, when she saw that he wasn’t moving his hand, she rubbed her head against his hand for a brief second before nuzzling underneath his palm so that it sat on top of her head.

He gently began scratching her scalp which caused her to let out soft comforting purrs.  T’Challa smiled warmly and continued to gently give the child—well (Y/n) some more scritches and pets.

“Don’t you worry (Y/n). I promise I won’t allow anyone else to harm you in any shape or form.”

The next couple of months after getting her body weight back to normal and healing any other wounds she had maintained, T’Challa allowed (Y/n) to venture outside the palace with him.  Thinking the city itself was too much for her right now, he decided to take her out to the Border tribe so that she could see the outside world for the first time in her life.

Needless to say she was overwhelmed but she was happy to feel the grass beneath her feet, see the beautiful landscape, and hear all the sounds of the outside world from the animal calls to some of the Border tribe members talking with each other.

“Seems she’s getting along well.” Okoye observed (Y/n) who was cautiously watching the rhinos from their pins.

“Slowly but surely she is. Walking on two feet is still a bit of a challenge but she’ll get there eventually.” T’Challa told her.

“At least she’s learned to not attack you.”

“It was one time Okoye, be nice.”

“As your General it is my duty—”

“I understand your duty General. But you must also know that there will be times you can’t protect me. And this attack was very minor compared to the fights I’ve been in before.” It was then T’Challa saw (Y/n) now focusing her attention on some birds that had just landed a few feet away from the rhino pins.  Her panther instincts kicked in as she got into pouncing position, her pupils were fully blown and her shoulder blades flexed over one another as her butt raised higher and higher in the air.

Finally she raced forward and the birds immediately took off flying.  She leaped well over 7ft in the air and managed to capture a bird in her claws and delivered a fatal bite.  She then raced over to T’Challa and presented him the dead bird.

She placed it on the ground before his feet and backed away before tilting her head with a happy smile on her face.

“Seems she has a gift for you my King.” Okoye said. T’Challa grimaced at the gift but he quickly smiled down at her and knelt down in front of her.

“I appreciate the gift (Y/n). But—we cannot keep this bird kept within a cage. Like how I freed you, we must also allow this bird to move onto the next life.” He dug into the earth for a small shallow grave, just big enough for the bird and he placed the bird into the makeshift grave.  He buried it under the earth and he sent a brief prayer to Bast in Wakandan. “Right, now let’s head back to the palace. I have a meeting with M’Baku about reforging our alliance and allowing the Jabari tribe into the council.”

Okoye and T’Challa walked ahead when they heard something behind them.  At first they thought it was one of the goats but it sounded to hoarse to be one of them. They slowly turned around and saw (Y/n) with a hand over the grave of the bird and she was saying.

“Ba……Ba.”

“Is she……?” Okoye started.

“Ba.” (Y/n) was trying to talk!  She was trying to say the Cat goddess Bast’s name.  She managed to get out the first constant and vowel but she couldn’t figure out how to do her S and T.

“Her first time talking. She’s trying to say Bast’s name.” T’Challa knelt down and he asked her, “(Y/n), are you trying to give a prayer to Bast?”

“Ba!” she exclaimed again.  T’Challa was overjoyed on the inside that the girl he had decided to take under his wing and raise was finally trying to talk.  Many of the tutors he and Shuri had growing up had given up saying that she was incapable of speaking because all she did was just hiss and growl as well as throw things at them before laughing like a deranged hyena.

“Here I’ll help you say her name.” he adjusted himself so that he sat down and he placed his hand right next to hers and he said slowly so that she could see how his lips did it. “Say Bast.”

“Ba.”

“Bast.”

“Ba.” T’Challa shook his head.

“Watch me carefully. Bast.” He enunciated the t at the end.  (Y/n) growled lowly before taking a deep inhale and finally exclaiming.

“BAST!”

“Yes. Yes that’s it! You did it (Y/n) great job!” at seeing T’Challa’s excitement, (Y/n) began to repeat Bast’s name gleefully as she pranced around.

“A little cocky there isn’t she?” Okoye muttered.

“Let her have this moment Okoye. Besides probably hunting and killing, this is her first real big achievement. A normal milestone.”

“I suppose so.” She agreed.  Even though she might not have wanted to admit it, she thought it was adorable how little (Y/n) was finally able to speak a human language and become so happy with herself that she would prance around like a yearling antelope.

Over the next couple of years, (Y/n) continued to not only advance in her human speaking skills, but she now began to show signs of aging.  She went from that small child to now almost a young adult woman in just 2 years since finding her.  Seemed with the animal enhancement, it also increased her human aging with each time she grew stronger and tougher.

T’Challa continued to raise her as his own and pretty soon all of Wakanda looked at her as their young Princess.  Shuri loved hanging out with (Y/n) and teaching her everything there was to know about science and technology.  She even took her as an apprentice in her lab.  Okoye eventually came around and soon saw (Y/n) as a member of the royal family and took it upon herself to train her like a Dora Milaje so that she could defend herself without the need of her animal powers.

For she was the Panther Princess.

[paperpocalypse]

white rabbit.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 2. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,874 words

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack

His idiot siblings are going to give him a goddamn aneurysm.

The hum of the Commission briefcase – which is now in 2019 without a single person attached to it – rings in Five’s ears, mocking. He resists the urge to scream and tear all of his hair out. All that work – wasted!

“Now what?” Luther asks as Five paces up and down the alley.

What do you think, you doorknob? “Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God.”

“What? What about Allison and Vanya?”

“Screw them both. They should have been here.” Five’s irritated pacing turns into a run, and he furiously kicks a cardboard box. God, the alley smells like vomit and shit. Everything is shit! “Ugh!”

“What about Diego?” Klaus slurs out his two cents from his place on the ground. Useless puke bag. “He's quite a responsible young man, no?”

“Something must’ve happened to them,” says Luther.

Fuck that. Wherever they are, they’ll be dead soon enough. Does nobody understand that? Dead! Dead! Dead!

“Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody!” Five seethes. “[Y/n] and I were better off in the apocalypse.”

He turns on his heel, trying to suppress the rising panic in his bones. Something catches his arm.

Your brow is furrowed when he meets your gaze, mouth set in a thin, worried line. “Five,” you murmur, voice soft.

A tiny sting of regret worms its way into his chest at your expression. But then he thinks of the briefcase, and the Handler, and he quickly looks away.

“Five!” Luther admonishes, casting you a concerned glance. “Come on.”

His brother’s tone grates on the last of Five’s nerves. Gritting his teeth, he advances on the large man. Your hand slips away.

“You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for himself now.” Five throws his arms out in a grand gesture, then makes his way over to the door. “How ’bout that?”

Yanking the door open, he storms into the building.

Five tries to think as he stomps up staircase after staircase, but he can’t hold onto a thought for more than a few seconds before it disappears into a muddle of static. Concentrate. He just needs to get to the flat and think of a new plan, yeah, again, and try to save the world for the millionth fucking time – he stumbles over a step and then rights himself, legs numb. His chest feels tight. Come on. Keep moving. Think, think! God!

You’re calling his name. He doesn’t answer.

There is another way. A Hail Mary. But what if they waste that last chance too?

He swears underneath his breath, heart pounding. Blood roars in his ears. He tightens his grip on the railing and tries to even out his breathing.

Shit. Now is not the time. He needs to get out of this stairwell. Everything is so cramped and it’s not helping at all –

“… Five.”

You’re behind him, and then you’re in front of him, and Five meets a blurry set of eyes for the second time. Breathe. Breathe.

“Do you want to go back outside?” you ask softly.

No more stairs. “Flat,” he manages to reply, gesturing messily at the door a few feet away. Just somewhere with some space. In. Out.

You nod.

Several minutes later, he’s sitting on the bed in the room that Elliott had given him, blazer folded over the footboard, face damp with sweat and tucked into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down.

Your hands treat him gently, rubbing circles into his back and wiping his face. He grips your shirt until his knuckles are white.

“You can get through this,” you say to him. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

Five tries. He really does. A shudder wracks his body. You inhale. He inhales. Exhale. Exhale.

“Good job.”

Something wet runs down his cheek. Fuck.

Both relief and shame fill him when you dry his cheek with your sleeve.

It’s absolute shit, however long it lasts – Five doesn’t know how long. Too long. But you’re there the whole time, holding him like you’ve done before, and it helps even though he’s too embarrassed to admit as much. You help a lot.

As the hammering in his chest finally slows to dull thuds, he takes in another deep, slow breath, and loosens his grip.

“I’ll get you some water?” you ask. He moves his head in some semblance of a nod. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Carefully, you detach yourself from him; the mattress creaks as you stand up and leave. Five swallows, staring down at his hands. The air feels slightly chilly on the side of his face that had been pressed against you, and he uses the comforter to quickly scrub away the dampness. His eyes ache.

You return soon enough with a glass of cold water. He sips slowly at first, then gulps the rest of it down. You put the empty glass onto the nightstand and brush his hair away from his eyes.

“You need to rest.”

The word brings a brief wave of longing. Then stress follows soon after, and Five steels himself. “I need to come up with another plan,” he mutters.

Even though he’s not looking at you, he feels the sudden burn of your gaze as you put your hands on his shoulders. “After you rest.”

“The apocalypse –”

“Is still a few days from now.” Your words take on a honeyed, coaxing tone. “There’s not much else we can do today, so sleep. Please. I’ll take care of things while you’re away.”

You press down, and despite his previous protest, Five doesn’t resist.

“… Thanks,” he vaguely hears himself mumble.

When his head touches the pillow, it feels as if all his muscles give way. His eyelids immediately feel heavy.

The last thing he’s aware of is you taking off his shoes.

—

Five is thoroughly conked out by the time you pull the blankets over him, and after giving his forehead a tender peck, you tiptoe out of the bedroom and shut the door with a quiet sigh.

Now on to business.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings, as well as Sissy and Harlan Cooper, sit up slightly as you stride into the living room. You make a point of looking at each one of them individually, cross your arms, and then speak.

“I believe explanations are in order.”

Diego is the one who speaks first. “I ran into Lila,” he says, maintaining eye contact with you. “She tried to drag me to the Commission while I was burying Elliott.”

“I see,” is all you say. “Allison?”

“Some men came in and attacked Ray and me at the house,” she explained. “Otherwise, I would have been on time.”

“Did you kill them?”

“I made them leave.”

“All right. Vanya?”

“Carl called the police to stop us on the way here. I had to deal with them.”

Sissy and Harlan are not supposed to be here. Based on the hard look Vanya is giving you, she knows that. You close your eyes and breathe out softly.

“All right. Well, I can’t change the past, and the briefcase is already lost, so I’m not going to shout about how everything should’ve gone,” you eventually tell them, eyebrows drawn. “I just want to talk to you about Five.”

“What's wrong with him?” Diego asks.

Klaus answers for you. “He’s pissed.”

Luther agrees solemnly. You frown.

“He’s stressed. Yes, he’s angry, but he’s mostly stressed and worried sick.” You uncross your arms. “Do you know what he did to get that briefcase?”

The siblings blink at you.

“He assassinated the board of directors,” you say. “I know you don’t know much about the Commission, but what he did was a big deal and very dangerous. And he did it for you. He does everything for you, because you’re his family, and he cares about you.”

“He has a hard time showing us,” Diego mutters.

“And you guys seem to have a hard time showing him,” you return. “It just … it feels like you see the apocalypse as Five’s problem. And maybe mine as well, but not yours. I understand that you’ve had to adapt and make a life here, but none of you except for Sissy and Harlan belong in this time. Whatever we’ll have to do from now on will require all of us to stay together. We can’t risk another doomsday.”

“Doomsday?” Sissy speaks up, alarmed. “What’s this about a doomsday?”

Vanya shifts. “It’s …” She touches Sissy’s hand gently. “It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later, okay? You and Harlan don’t have to worry about it. We’ll fix it.”

“We will,” you confirm, nodding at the pair. “As long as everyone does what they’re supposed to.”

Luther looks at you curiously. “Why are you telling us all of this and not Five?”

Why, indeed. Glancing back in the direction of the bedroom, you think of Five tucked away in bed for the first time since he landed in Dallas. Hopefully, he hasn’t snuck out. You’ll have to check on him soon.

“He’d be too stubborn to admit it. It took me a long time to find out how much he sacrificed to help me in the apocalypse. And the Commission.” You smile frankly. “What’s more, he’s resting now. It’s been a long two weeks.”

“Shit,” Klaus mutters. “I forgot about the time thing. The old man must be one apocalypse away from a heart attack.”

“Yes. He’s not invincible.”

Everyone looks down awkwardly.

“We’re sorry for not making it. We didn't know. And we’ll tell him that.” Allison folds her hands tightly in her lap. “So what do we do now?”

Again, not much. Shrugging, you gesture to the couches and chairs that they’re sitting on. “Rest. Get cleaned up. Five and I will need to explore our options once he’s awake.”

With that, you turn and start making your way back to the guest room.

Vanya’s tentative voice stops you when you’re halfway through the kitchen. “Let us know when he wakes up?”

The other siblings voice their agreement. A genuine smile touches your lips. “I will,” you answer, pleased.

The murmuring in the living room fades as you continue walking. When you reach the bedroom, you gingerly open the door and poke your head inside.

Five is exactly where you had left him, tucked in with the blankets up to his chin and dead to the world. Soft snores reach your ears as you creep closer. Good. Seating yourself at the edge of the mattress, you run your fingers through his hair.

For the rest of the evening and most of the night, you watch over Five, keeping quiet and re-tucking the sheets around him whenever he stirs. He doesn’t open his eyes once. His siblings drift in occasionally, individually or in pairs, each of them looking every bit like they’re entering a lion’s den until you smile and beckon them closer. None of them speak, but they don’t need to. You can only hope that Five won’t be too angry with them in the morning.

A lot of work will need to be done then. But for now, your partner needs to sleep.

[leossmoonn]

Waiting for This [Damon Salvatore]

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pairing - damon salvatore x fem!vampire!reader 

type - fluff, smut

note - hey, guys! this was a request. i had a lot of fun writing this, enjoy! i decided to make you a vampire :) elena is a little more bratty in this lol. also you are pretty sober when you two start doing stuff, i felt uncomfortable writing two drunk people have sex, even if they’re adults lol

summary - you and damon are best friends and one night after drinking, you two hook up. 

warnings - smut (sex, oral receiving, choking kink, praise kink, you and damon domming each other lol. this is getting hot and heavy luvs), language, frisky language lol, alcohol, you being a funny and sensitive drunk

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*gif isn’t mine* 

You strutted into The Grill, black ripped jeans on, a dark red, spaghetti-strapped blouse tucked into the jeans, and your hair blown out and voluminous. Your red painted lips were upturned into a smirk, eyes covered by your black sunglasses. 

Heads easily turned at the sight of you. Men and women’s mouths opened, catching flies. You looked around to see if you could spot your group of friends. You looked to see them playing pool. 

You had just moved here two weeks ago. You were getting tired of living in Chicago, since you had been living there for the past 10 years. Being a vampire, you usually stayed in a place for a decade or so before people noticed you weren't getting any older. You usually started at a place at 15 years old, using makeup and clothing to make yourself look younger since you were and have been 20 for a little over 2 centuries. 

You had decided to go to Mystic Falls, Virginia since there were rumours of other vampires here. You thought you might be able to see you friends, but you sadly didn’t. Instead, you found the infamous Salvatore brothers. The ones that one of your friends, Katherine Pierce, talked about. Katherine, sadly, was gone and was running from the Original hybrid, Klaus. You missed her, but you knew you would see her again soon. 

On your first day in Mystic Falls, you had gotten the attention of a petite, cute blonde named Caroline Forbes. You actually ran into her first at the high school she and her friends went to. You were playing the new girl and Caroline had kindly partnered up with you. You had actually planned on using her as a snack, but she quickly threw you against the wall and was about to snap your neck when you apologized for mistaking her as a human. You explained you have been a vampire since 1796, being turned from Katherine as a favor for giving her shelter and a place to hide. You loved being a vampire and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

Next you met Elena, who was a new vampire, and Bonnie Bennet who was a witch and descendent of one of your old friends, Emily Bennet. Bonnie and you quickly became friends, too. You showing her the good side of being a vampire and that you weren’t all looking for trouble. 

Then, you met Stefan Salvatore. He was cute, like Katherine had mentioned. He also was helplessly in love with Elena, but they sadly had broken up a few weeks before you came. Now, Elena was pining over someone else, which led you to Damon Salvatore. 

Sexy, funny, and basically the male version of you, so Bonnie and Caroline say. Damon and you had a fun. playful relationship. You two acted like you hated each other because you were so alike, but also teasing each other to the point where you two are horny and face’s are red like firetrucks.

You had a huge ass crush on Damon. You couldn’t help it. From the first time you saw him, you fell in love. Yet, the last two weeks have just consisted of friendship for you. You wanted him so bad, but you couldn’t work up the nerve to kiss him, which was funny since you always seemed so confident. 

Elena was also head over heels for him, too, which pissed you off. Elena and you kept it pretty civil, but the way she looked at Damon made you want to snap her neck and kill her, but to your dismay, she was already dead and Stefan would never let you close enough to stake her. Like right now while they were playing pool, she was making goo-goo eyes at him. 

You rolled your eyes and took off your sunglasses, putting them in your back pocket.

“Wow, you desperate for attention or something? Can’t compel guys to screw you?” Elena blurted as you walked towards them. 

You raised your brows in amusement, smiling with it. “Wow, someone so jealous that they have to insult another woman?” 

Elena pouted and moved back, embarrassed. 

“She’s a new vampire, her emotions are still amplified and she’s learning to control it,” Stefan stuck up for her. 

“Stefan, don’t stick up for her. She's been a vampire for like, a month, according to you all. She should be able to control her emotions by now,” you said and moved next too Damon, who was looking you up and down. 

I personally like Y/n’s outfit,” Damon smirked. 

You blushed but looked down to hide your face. 

“Damon, you like anything walking with skin showing,” Stefan scoffed. 

You frowned at him. 

“I happen to like Y/n’s outfit, too. Really cute and sexy,” Caroline smiled. 

You smiled back at her. “Thank you. I’ll let you borrow my top sometime. Whenever Tyler comes back, you can wear it.” Caroline jumped up and down in excitement. You chuckled and grabbed a pool cute.

You went next to Damon, purposely brushing your arm on his. Butterflies shot down from your stomach to your core. Your skin tingled at the contact. Your eyes met with Damon’s icy blue ones. You felt heat gather between your thighs, and you looked away before your legs could give out from under you. 

“Something wrong, L/n?” Damon asked in a low tone. 

“Nope,” you breathed in. 

You made eye contact with Caroline, who was smirking at you, noticing the heavy sexual tension between you two. You ignored their stares and racked the balls. You took a shot and smiled triumphantly as an orange solid ball went into one of the holes. 

“Good one, L/n!” Damon smiled and shoved you to the side gently. 

You scoffed playfully, poking him with a the pool cue. He took a shot and go no balls in.

“Looks like you’re going down, Salvatore,” you laughed.”

“Shut up, L/n.”

You smirked, taking your turn. You got 2 balls in again. You fist-pumped Stefan as you and him enjoyed watching Damon be defeated. Stefan liked it because he currently was fighting with Damon. You liked it because Damon teased you and the annoyed/angry look on his face was so hot. 

“God, I’m gonna slam you against the wall if you keep up your streak,” Damon muttered in annoyance. 

Your stomach did cartwheels again as you imagined in slamming you against the wall. His hand on your neck, choking you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His free hand roaming your body and-

“Y/n? You good there?” Caroline’s voice interrupted your daydreaming. 

Your head snapped to her and your face flushed. “I-I’m fine.”

You saw Damon smirk in the corner of your eye. You looked at him and glared. “Shove it, Damon.”

“Oh, I’ll shove it in you, all right,” Damon smiled. 

“Woah, that's a new one. Working on your one-liners? Hoping to get laid, Salvatore?” You teased back.

“Not by your ass,” Damon scoffed quickly. 

“Hm, I wouldn't do you either. Who knows how many girls you've been with in your 170 plus years,” you said, bumping your hip with his to get him out of the way. 

“We are gonna go to the bar, want anything?” Caroline asked, obviously wanting to get away from you and Damon’s inappropriate jokes. 

“A round of shots!” You ordered. 

“For you and Damon?” Caroline asked, surprised.  “Yep. Winner gets to plan out the next mission to kill Klaus. Alcohol makes playing pool a lot harder,” you said, looking back and smiling at Damon.

He smiled back at you. A friendly, sweet smile. He couldn’t help it, even though he was teasing you and being playfully rude to you a few minutes ago. 

You were beautiful. Your ability to not give a shit about anyone’s opinions about you, being able to handle a joke, being secure in yourself. Joking around with him, sharing the same humor with him. The fact that you were literally drop dead gorgeous. Your perfect smile, your body that looked flattering in anything you wore - even big t-shirts and sweatpants. The way your eyes lit up when you got all excitedly, like now. You were just so perfect, it was unbelievable. 

You saw the way Damon was looking at you. Your smile got even wider and a blush arose on your cheeks. His pupils were dilated and a longing look replaced the mocking expression he had before. You looked away, looking to Caroline who was walking over with a tray of a dozen shots. 

“Thanks, Care,” you smiled and took the tray from her. You walked over to Damon and put the tray on a table nearby. 

“Alright, ready to lose, Salvatore?” You smirked and turned to Damon, setting your hand on your hip suggestively. 

“I think you said win wrong,” Damon smiled at you. 

You grinned and gave him a shot. You two downed it easy and set the cups down. You walked back to the pool table, bending down and lining up your pool cue. You took your shot, the white ball hitting a purple solid, but not with enough force. You huffed, stepping back and letting Damon take the stand. 

“Looks like the alcohol has already affected your aim,” Damon smirked. 

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. 

Damon took position and took his shot. He managed to get 3 striped balls in. Your jaw fell in amazement. Damon turned back to you, chuckling at your expression. He looked you in the eyes and did his signature smirk. As he held eye contact with you, your knees buckles. You yelped as you fell, reaching out for the pool table ledge, but it was too far. Instead of falling, though, you were caught by Damon. 

You fell against his chest, your head ending up on his shoulder. You gasped as he caught you at the last second, quickly looking up into his eyes. His blue eyes were already staring down at you. He was looking at you with that loving look again. You returned the look, trying to let him know with your eyes that you were in love with him. His arms tightened around you, his hands resting on the small of your back. His touch felt warm and made you feel protected. 

He pulled you back up on your feet, which made your foreheads touch. You felt his breath on your lips, begging you to kiss them. Damon’s right hand moved from your back to the bare skin on your arm. He ran his fingertips up and down, making your body hot. Your stomach flipped at his touch and how close you both were. Never once in these two weeks have you ever gotten this close to him. 

It felt nice. Your bodies fit with each other perfectly. You knew that you could stay in his arms forever, if ever given the chance. 

You looked back up to his eyes, seeing him still staring at you. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and back up to his eyes again, working up the nerve to make a move. But as soon as you felt ready enough, he pulled away, leaving you cold and lonely. 

“Let’s get back to the game. I’m interested in planning to kill Klaus,” Damon said and took his pool cue in his hands. 

You coughed awkwardly and nodded. You went over to the shots, taking two and downing them. You went back to the pool table, taking your pool cue that fell on the floor. You took your turn, hitting a ball in. Damon took his turn next. 

You two drank shots and played pool in silence. The air between you two was heavy and awkward. You didn’t try to look him in the eye, afraid you might burst into tears or kiss him, and him rejecting you. You thought he liked you, but apparently, you were wrong.

An hour and a half later, you were absolutely wasted. You were playing pool, drinking more alcohol than your body could probably hold. 

“Okay, I think it’s time for you to go home, Y/n,” Damon said. 

“Nu-uh,” you shook your head and stumbled. Damon caught you once again. 

You looked into his eyes, admiring the blue. “You have pretty eyes.”

Damon blushed lightly, but rolled his eyes to cover that fact. “Okay, Missy, I’ll drive you home.”

“Fine,” you huffed. You held onto his bicep, stumbling as you walked to the door. Your grip on his bicep had butterflies swarming in his chest. Damon sighed and stopped walking. He put his arm under your legs and your back and scooped you up. 

Your heart fluttered and you giggled as a verbal response. Damon smiled softly at your laugh, it making his heart happy. He carried you to your car and had you hand your keys over. He set you on your passenger seat and buckled you in. He went over to the driver’s seat. He drove you back home. 

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” Damon said and scooped your up again. You put you around around his neck and cuddled into his chest. 

Damon held you close to him and unlocked your front door. He walked you to your bedroom, laying you down on your bed. 

“I’ll get you some water and coffee, okay?” Damon said. You nodded. groaning and turning around. 

Damon chuckled and went into your kitchen. While he was getting your beverages, you decided to get up and change into pjs. You slowly took off your shoes and shimmied out of your jeans. You sat back down on your bed and took your top off. While you were throwing your shirt in your laundry basket, Damon came in. 

“Woah!” Damon exclaimed and quickly turned around.  “Damon?” You asked and stood up. You walked into him, still in your underwear. 

“Are you dressed?” Damon asked while breathing in deeply. His jeans got tighter as he thought about you sitting in your lingerie. 

“No,” you stated. “Well, get dressed then,” Damon scoffed. 

You frowned, “You don’t like my body?”

Damon’s eyes widened, but he stayed turned around. “No! I... this is weird, Y/n. We are friends.”

Tears clouded in your eyes. “I.. I thought you would like my body. I workout and my ex boyfriends say I look hot. Why don’t you think I look hot?”

Damon sighed and turned around slowly. He eyed your body quickly before going back up to your eyes. 

“Y/n, you’re gorgeous. With and without clothes. You are hot, trust me. Let’s just get you sobered up, okay?” Damon said. 

Your tears disappeared and you smiled. You nodded and turned around. Damon checked your backside out, taking a deep, hard breath. He walked over to your nightstand and put the water bottles and cup of coffee on it. 

You quickly got into shorts and a big t-shirt. You sat down on the bed, taking one of the water bottles and downing the water because of the dehydration you felt from the alcohol. Damon sat down next to you. 

“How come you’re not drunk?” You asked. 

“Because I didn’t drink as much as you,” Damon said. 

“Oh,” you pouted and took a sip of coffee. “Ew, it’s so bitter.”

“Well, you need strong, black coffee to wake you up a little,” Damon smiled. 

You grumbled in agreement and drank more coffee. You two sat in a comfortable silence until you felt a little more awake and a lot less drunk. 

“Vampires sober up fast,” you laughed. 

“Mhm and you happen to be one,” Damon smiled and booped your nose. 

You smacked his hand away playfully. He took your hand and did something that you never thought he would. He intertwined his fingers with yours. Your face flushed and you looked into his eyes for an answer. 

“Damon?” You asked. 

He put his other hand on your cheek, moving his head closer to your lips. You started to breathe heavily and your dead heart felt alive again.

Your brain couldn’t process what was happening. “Damon? Do you know what you’re doing?”

Damon smiled at you. “I know.”

His lips got closer to you and you head got fuzzy. “Damon, are you sure?” You wanted nothing more than to kiss him and have the greatest, hottest sex with him, but you after tonight’s events, you weren’t sure if he was doing this because he liked you, or it was in the moment.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, be quiet so I can kiss you,” Damon said softly.

You felt giddy inside as Damon finally pressed his lips against yours. 

The kiss started out slow, hesitant, but passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your eyes fluttered and closed in pure bliss. Damon scooted more on the bed and you followed. 

You laid down on your pillow, Damon crawling up on top of you. You two never broke the kiss while you moved. Damon did once he got settled, though. He looked in your eyes, smiling. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you breathed out. “Me, too,” Damon said and kissed you cheek and went down to your neck.

He sucked on the sweet spot below your ear, making you moan and buck your hips at his. You felt his bulge and smirked. 

You took ahold of his shoulders, flipping you two with your vampire speed. You straddled his waist, putting your core right over his bulge. Damon groaned as you grinded against him, diving your head down to his neck. You licked around his ear, making him shiver underneath you. 

“Y/n,” Damon moaned and gripped your hips. You smirked against his skin, kissing and sucking down his neck. You set your hips back on his thighs, putting your hands on the hem of his shirt, but he was already one step ahead of you. 

He took his shirt off, throwing it haphazardly on the floor. You grinned and ran your hands down his chest, going down again to kiss his chest and go down to the top of his jeans. 

Damon let out a growl as you licked his hip bone. Damon took ahold of you neck and flipped you around against. You let out a surprised moan, loving the feeling of his hand around your throat. He bent down to your ear and whispered, “I’m in charge here, okay?”

You looked into his eyes, feeling wetness pool between in your legs. You nodded fast, “Yes, sir.”

Damon smirked and kept his grip on your neck and made eye contact with you as his other hand went down to your breasts. His fingertips grazed your hard nipples, leaving you whining and squirming. Damon smirked, putting his hand over one of your breasts, needing it. He rolled your nipple in between his thumb and middle finger. You choked on your breath, the ache in your pussy becoming  worse and worse with every move he made. 

“Hm, Damon,” you sighed, your voicing coming out choked because of his hand that had a hold on your neck. He switched breasts, his hand that was on your neck let go, trailing down past your breasts and to your dripping pussy. 

Damon glided his fingers over your slit, going in slightly, groaning at the feeling. “So wet, baby. I’ve barley done anything.”

You let out a yearning whine, your back arching off the bed. Damon chuckled and slid his middle finger in, your eyes closing in bliss. 

“Look at me, princess,” Damon said in a low tone. Your opened your eyes, seeing Damon’s mouth just above your clit, his hand entering your pussy painfully slow. 

You watched with wide, lustful eyes as he entered two fingers into your pussy, attaching his lips to your clit. You let out a loud cry, your back arching off the bed. Damon fingered you, curling his fingers inside of you, finding your spot. As he did his first lick over your clit, your hands flew to his hair, pulling hard. 

“Damon!” You shouted in pleasure, bucking your hips up to his face. He smirked, putting his lips over your clit, sucking on it. You whimpered at this, shutting your eyes in ecstasy. 

Damon's free hand went up to your stomach, pushing you down on the bed. You whined, looking at him. You got more wet as you saw his bright blue eyes staring at you. He had this predatory look in them that sent you throwing your head back again. Your thighs moved in on his head, holding him in place as he worked wonders on your pussy. 

“Tastes good,” you heard him mutter. The vibrations of his words made the knot in your stomach build more. As Damon’s fingers moved into you and his tongue swirling around your clit, spelling out the alphabet, you felt yourself coming close. 

“Damon I-I-I,” you cried out, getting stuck on your words. Damon chuckled quietly, enjoying seeing you writhe under him. Heaven knows he’s dreamt about this from the day you two met. 

“Damon!” You moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Damon ran his tongue over your clit one last time, making sure to suck on the sensitive bud with pressure. 

As you rode out your high, your back collapsed on the bed, your chest heaving up and down. You looked at Damon, a thin cover of sweat lining your forehead. Damon took his fingers out of your pussy, sucking off the remaining juices. He made deep eye contact with you. You felt your body become aroused again, your pussy becoming wet again. 

He took his fingers out of his mouth, looking all over your face. He went over your body, setting his hand on your cheek. He smiled as he admired you’re beauty. “You’re gorgeous, you know.”

You blushed and smiled big at him. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

Damon chuckled, “Thank you. Round two?”

You smirked and took ahold of his shoulders, flipping you two over. You settled your naked body over his lower stomach. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Damon smiled and went to take off his pants. You helped him, your eyes becoming wide with lust again as he took off his underwear, revealing his member. You licked your lips, knowing you had been dreaming about this time since forever. 

“Ready, princess?” Damon asked. 

You looked up at him, nodding. Damon put his hands on your hips, guiding your entrance to his cock. You slowly slid down, savouring the feeling of his cock stretching your walls out. You both let out deep, relieved moans. 

Damon kept his hands on your hips, gripping them as you started moving up and down. The slow-paced movement quickly ended as you were soon bouncing on his dick, your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You both were panting loudly, moans coming out of you every second. 

“Hm, Damon,” you groaned, biting your lip. Damon looked up at you, admiring the way your face was scrunched up in satisfaction. 

You two felt your orgasms build up. You both rode out your highs, you collapsed on him, pulling yourself off his dick. Damon put is arm around you, his lips pressing a sweet, loving kiss to your forehead. 

“Wow,” you breathed out once you calmed down. 

“Yeah, I know. I've been waiting for this since forever,” Damon said.

You chuckled, “Yeah, me too.”

Damon sighed contently. You buried your head in his chest. 

“Is this it for us?” You asked. 

“You wanna be more?” Damon asked. 

You looked up at him with a small smile. “Yeah. I would like to.”

Damon smiled back at you, planting a kiss on your lips. “Me, too.”

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this is my last damon imagine guys. hope you enjoyed reading!

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four months [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: okayy so i feel like i should mention that in my defense- it’s the first imagine i write in months so im really sorry if it sucks! i barely got my account back after so long, but  i just knew i had to post at least sumthen amirite??

summary: five finally decides it’s time to bring the crew back together in order to avoid the 1963 apocalypse, but the others feel like before that, you two need a moment to yourselves.

part 2

“I’m here, Klaus!” You yelled, bursting through the main doors of what used to be a store, “What’s- what was so important?”

“Of course you’d be drunk.” An all too familiar voice said, trying to sound disappointed as a hint of amusement was hidden behind his bored tone.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when they fell on the boy before you, watching as he made his way down the big stairs towards you, as his siblings smirked down from behind the railing at the two of you. 

It had been four months since you’ve seen Five Hargreeves. 

Four months since he decided to try to time travel again and try to get you and his siblings out of 2019 before the huge chunk of the moon could wipe out all of you and the chances of saving the world would have definitely been lost. 

You were not one of the Hargreeves siblings, nor you had any special powers. You just happened to be a very unlucky, fifty year old agent of the Comission who was assigned to join Five on his JFK task. Before you knew it, you were sucked into the portal he created, breaking the contract at once without even trying to fix the situation- not that you could complain much, you and Five may have had your differences, but if there was one thing the two of you agreed on, it definitely was that neither of you wanted the world to end in 2019, in spite of the Comission’s heavy attempts at keeping that on track.

Unfortunately, when Five tried to go back in time to his family, he miscalculated an equation, ending up in his thirteen year old body, you as well- since you were with him the entire time.

One thing led to another, and the Hargreeves siblings were reunited with their long-lost brother and acquainted with his riddled partner, but nonetheless tried to help you two in stopping the end of the world.

“You’re alive.” You breathed out, a frown on your face, as you slowly stepped towards the boy, trying to make sense of what was going on, even in your tipsy state.

After being transported back in time, you found yourself all alone in a dark alley in Texas, Dallas, in August, 1963. You stumbled into a nearby hair salon, trying to find a newspaper, a phone, anything that could help you track down your friends with whom you grew close with in such a short period of time. However, you could not believe your luck when Allison walked from the back once she recognized your voice. 

She welcomed you into her new life with open arms, telling her new husband that you were her adoptive little sister. Raymond did not hesitate to make you feel at home, immediately accepting you as his “little sister-in-law��.

“Klaus and Allison did say you are not in the best shape.” Five’s mouth slowly curled into a soft smile, as his hands were rested in his pockets nonchalantly, waiting to see what would be your next move.

It was true- you were not. You had begun your day with a big glass of wine alongside Allison and Klaus, who seemed to be as moody as you when it came to their love lives. 

As much as you hated to admit it, during the small time you’ve spent in 2019 with Five, trying to stop the world from ending, you caught feelings for him. Feelings which you had never thought you’d be able to feel at your age- even if your appearance said otherwise. 

“Shut up.” You said, waving your hands in front of your face, “Just... shut up...”

Before Five could argue any further with you, you fought back the tears of joy forming into your eyes, feeling your legs move on their own towards the boy, as you jumped into his arms for the tightest, most loving hug you could give. Happy that you could not see his face, Five tried to fight back the grin on his lips, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck- he loved how even in your teen bodies he was still taller than you. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying your best not to cry on his shoulder, as he took in a deep breath, with his arms around your waist. He was never one keen on physical affection, but after all that had happened, this was just what he needed. A long, loving hug from the girl he had fallen in love with.

“I’m starting to think he missed Y/N more than he missed us.” Klaus told his siblings, resting his chin on his hand, as Ben couldn’t help but nod in agreement;

“At least they’re sweet.”

“I’m honestly not that surprised.” Allison shrugged, taking a sip out of her flask.

“What is Y/N drunk for if she’s not gonna tell him how in love she is?” Diego frowned, already tired of the way you and his brother spent the past two weeks hiding your feelings.

“Wait... they’re not a couple?” Vanya wondered confused, since her amnesia was still pestering her.

“We were just as surprised.” Luther sighed, recalling the first time you and Five had popped into the backyard- you started bickering like an old married couple over whose fault was it.

Unable to hear the conversation between the siblings upstairs, you and Five carried on your long hug for another couple of seconds, before you pulled away, feeling bold due to all the alcohol coursing through your veins- even if you looked thirteen, you’ve had your plenty encounters with the magical substance.

“I know I am a bit drunk, but honestly- Klaus and Allison left me alone with a huge bottle of wine all by myself.” You confessed, resting your arms on Five’s shoulders, “Point is- I’m really happy you’re fine.”

“Kinda feels like you wanna say more than that.” Five couldn’t help but smirk, feeling in your tone how much you were trying to hold back.

Deep down you wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how much you wished he was there with you these past months, how many times you went to sleep with him in your mind, or how many times you woke up and he was the first thought to pop in. You wanted to tell him all the stuff that made you fall in love with him, and even all the stuff that irritated you about him. You wanted to tell him so many things, but... you didn’t. 

You knew that was not the time for love. You could only hope to get out of this second apocalypse alive. And maybe then... maybe then you could tell him how much he meant to you.

“I am not that drunk, Mister Hargreeves.” You lied with a smile, bopping his nose.

Yeah, definitely after the apocalypse.

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feelings

klaus hargreeves x reader

requested: anon

prompts: 165- “this might hurt” 291- “is that blood?” 300- “i can take care of myself” and 302- “i can’t breathe”

summary: when trying to save vanya and the world, you get a bit hurt

warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff babyyyyy

word count: 2k

a/n: holy shit i uploaded something! anyways, the requestor gave me an option between five and klaus and i had to do klaus because i haven’t written anything for him yet and i want to so baaaad so thank you anon

also @generouswombyrat , yours is next i promise lol

it’s loud, and the flashing lights would have made you pass out if you hadn’t made it to the cover of the counter to protect yourselves while you thought of a plan.

“vanya’s in the room at the end of the hall.” diego has to raise his voice to be heard over what the woman was causing.

allison has her hands on the sides of her head, you assume to block out some of the noise that is threatening to rip your hearing away from you. “how do you propose we get to her?”

“you can count me out.” klaus says from beside you, defeated and with a flask held in his hand. when the two siblings look at him in disbelief, he tries to defend himself, “what? you guys should save her. you’re great at all the hero shit.”

after allison reaches over to slap him, he leans against your shoulder while you roll your eyes. “listen, listen, vanya would understand ‘cause she has realistic expectations of what i am. and what i am, is sexy trash!”

“you’re a big pussy, that’s what you are,” diego tells him in annoyance.

“guys, this is not the time,” you speak over their small argument.

“why, because i don’t want to die? who does?” klaus questions you, waving his hand around in front of you, “and martyrs aren’t around to enjoy the victory party, ‘cause they’re dead!” he ends his sentence with a shout and you roll your eyes.

diego crawls over to where klaus sits, grabbing onto his shirt, “you are going out there,” the other grabs at his arm to push him away, complaining, “or i’m gonna beat you!”

“that’s my cue.” your head whips away from the argument and to allison as she moves from behind your only cover. the others stop fighting and the three of you shout at her to stop, but she’s already began to fight against the wave of energy flowing from the room vanya was being held in.

after hearing her yell out for the woman, there’s a thump on the other side of your cover, and you suck in a breath.

“alright, i’m going.” diego tells the two of you after peaking out from behind the wall.

“no, wait, wait, wait, wait,” klaus grabs onto his arm to stop him from going.

the other looks at him in annoyance, “what?”

“if you don’t make it back, there’s one thing that i need to tell you.” diego was beginning to wave him off, since you didn’t exactly have time for a heart to heart. “you look like antonio banderas with the long hair.”

you slap a hand to your forehead as diego looked at him as if he told him the most sincere thing. “thanks, man.”

“my god,” you groan, crawling over klaus in order to peak around and watch as the man digs his knives into the floor. as he begins to slow, you bite your lip, “keep going!” you shout, “you can do it!”

“i’m not gonna make it!” he shouts back to you, and you shake your head as you look back to klaus, who was still curling in on himself. “you guys have to do it!”

he pulls on a tie holding some sort of rope coiled, and it comes flying towards you. a second later, you feel another thump against the wood.

you take a deep, shaky breath. you have to do this. “okay, klaus.” you glance over at him as you reach up towards the rope, “if i die, just know...” you think for a moment as you bite into your lip, wondering if it’s the best idea to pour your feelings out at a moment like this.

“no,” you sigh, “i’ll make it.”

“wait!” klaus yells as he grabs onto you, “what do i need to know?”

you shake your head, “it’s not important.” you make sure your grip is tight, enough for you to make it. “i’ll see you on the other side!”

“don’t die please!”

when you pull yourself from behind your protection, the force of the wave vanya was sending was much stronger than you expected it to be. your eyes were watering as you tried to look forward, into the flashing lights, but they were already giving you a headache.

you hear klaus shouting at you, but you can’t hear him over the energy. just as you were getting closer to the door, your strength was weakening, but you continued moving one hand at a time to pull yourself forward.

when you pull your eyes away for one second to look away from the lights, your hand misses the rope, and your eyes widen as you lose your grip and go flying back, straight into the wall.

-

your head feels like it’s spinning when you wake up, the lack of the whooshing energy making your ears ring. it feels like the air has been knocked out of you, and it probably was. “oh god, i can’t breathe.”

“are you okay?” the one who caused all of this runs to the four of you.

“vanya,” allison breathes out from beside you.

you groan as you push yourself up, ignoring the dizziness you felt. “physically or emotionally?” klaus questions as he holds himself up on his elbows.

diego pushes himself onto his knees, looking up to her with a smile. “you’re alive.”

“did we save the world or what?” klaus questions as he finally sits up.

you run your fingers through your hair, “i think so. the building’s still here.”

the ticking of diego’s watch catches your attention as you look to it. “kennedy’s a few minutes away.” he points out, quickly getting to his feet, “i can still save him.”

allison calls to him as he begins his way down the hall, following after him in an attempt to stop him.

“is that blood?” you look to klaus as he questions you, and it’s only then that you notice the metallic taste in your mouth.

reaching up to touch your lip, you flinch when you realize it had somehow split open. you cringe at the slight sting the contact brought. “nah, it’s ketchup.” you chuckle as you wipe the blood from your lip.

he rolls his eyes. “we need to patch it up. i’m sure there’s some sort of medical kit stashed away around here.”

“no need,” you wave your hand in the air, “i can take care of myself. we have some more important things to worry about.”

shaking his head, he pushes himself up off the ground before holding his hand out to you. “we already saved the world. everyone else can deal with diego.”

sighing, you take his hand and he helps you up off the ground.

after searching all nearby rooms, you eventually find a med kit. being in an office, it was easiest to hop up onto the desk to let klaus take care of the wound.

once he had opened the kit and grabbed everything he needed, he stepped in front of you. “that was an interesting experience.” he comments about the whole ordeal you just went through.

“that’s our lives.” you respond with a sigh.

nodding, he grabs a paper towel that had been soaked in water. you both decided it was the best way to clean it, at least a little bit.

“this might hurt.” he tells you softly, carefully grabbing your chin to press the paper to your lip. he’s right. it felt like it was burning from the slightly rough texture, but you were able to ignore it. you had gone through worse, after all.

after a second of dabbing at the cut, he pulls the towel away with a smile. “there we go. all clean.” he throws the towel to the side and grabs one of the surgical tape strips, carefully using it to close the wound. “hopefully that works.” he claps his hands together.

you smile, quickly stopping when you feel the tape and your cut trying to pull open. “thanks.” you hum, before you notice the blood that had poured from his nose.

without saying a word, you grab the wet towel. after folding it over to avoid the part covered with your blood, you grab his chin to pull him towards you. “what are you doing?” he questions.

“blood.” you tell him simply, wiping away at the already drying liquid. your eyebrows furrow as you tilt his chin, “how did you get some on your neck?”

he simply shrugs as you clean it up.

shaking your head, you look him over to make sure there wasn’t anymore blood on him. you still hold his chin as he looks at you, a small grin on his face. “checking me out?”

“for blood, yes.” you chuckle, releasing him and tossing the towel into a nearby trash can.

he’s still looking at you, and you let your shoulders fall slightly to release some of the tension in them, “why are you staring at me like that?”

“i’m glad you didn’t die.” he tells you.

you let out a soft laugh, “well, i’m glad you didn’t die either.”

he grins, glancing to the side for a second, “what were you going to tell me?” he asks.

“hm?” your eyebrows raise a bit.

“before you tried to make it to vanya,” he expands on his question, “you said you wanted me to know something.”

you knew exactly what he was talking about, but you thought about just acting clueless. apparently you didn’t think enough before sacrificing yourself earlier.

sitting up slightly, you shrug, “i... i don’t know. it doesn’t matter.”

“what are you talking about? of course it matters.” he hops up on the desk to sit next to you, his legs swinging slightly. “just spit it out. you know it will feel better.”

looking to him, your shoulders slump slightly. “it’s hard to say.” you sigh, running your hand down your face, and beginning to feel that your heart is beating just a little bit faster than before. “okay, i’m just gonna say it. i like you. i might even be in love with you, i-”

you’re not able to finish your rambling about your feelings, since the moment he had heard you admit to them he had leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

your heart felt like it was soaring as your eyes closed, and you could feel the slight sting in your lip but it didn’t matter because shit, klaus was kissing you.

you’re not sure how long it lasted, but it didn’t feel long enough once he pulled away. it took a moment for your eyes to open again, as you were relishing the moment. but a smile is on both of your faces when you look at him, and you know then that you are definitely in love with him.

taglists

main: @horrorklaus @megasimpleplan4ever  

tua: @rasberrymay @noodlextrash @atomicpillar @malfovs  @andreasworlsboring101​  

klaus: none yet

it was also requested that i tag @theumbrellaamattemy​

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Get Back Up

Klaus Mikaelson! Father X Reader Hayley Marshall!Mother X Reader

Word Count: 1125

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you make a klaus x son reader like the reader is 13 and gets kidnapped and almost dies and lots of fluff with klaus and Hayley AND Can you right and imagine where klaus has a son and is twin brothers with Hope and Y/n gets kidnapped and some fluff

13 years old, you probably should have been worrying about school or even the newest smartphone but your life was very different from that of the normal teenager, you and your twin sister Hope were tribrids and that was your biggest problem, there were people that wanted you dead, there were people that wanted to use you or sell you, experiment on you. You spent a lot of your time being observant so your sister didn't have to. That was just the way that it was from the day that you were little, you saw things often before even your parents did and that helped you to avoid a lot of trouble. Now though at the age of 13 it was more important than ever for you to make sure that you were both safe even if you made mistakes and this one resulted in both of you being grabbed, you were out in the Bayou with the wolves and your mother but it seemed that there were hunters out there waiting.

You were looking for your sister and you found her, the hunters were pointing a crossbow at her "Where are the rest of the wolves kid?" One of them asked, they didn't know who you were. That was good, so instead of revealing yourself, you moved around so that you were behind the hunter and then without thinking you moved out kicking his feet out from underneath them. "Hope run! Get Mum!" You yelled as you squared yourself ready for a fight, you had always been more interested in self-defence than your sister and so you were better equipped to fight while she went to get help. You had been practising every day with your magic and your physical strength so that you could protect your little sister and now it was time to see if it was worth it. The man stood up and you twisted your head as he attempted to shoot an arrow at Hope, your magic throwing it off course. "Magic?" He asked. "A witch?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" You teased as he turned his attention back to you. "You think that you can beat me?" He asked. "Well, I'm about to find out." You shrugged as you pulled your fists up, the man smiled as he put the crossbow down and got into a fighting stance. "Well then hit me." He ordered. You knew that it was a trap but you had to keep him occupied so you moved forward attempting to hit him just once, that was all you wanted, you had to hit him just once.

Hope ran back onto the camp breathing heavily as her eyes moved around her eyes, finally falling on her mother and running over to her "Mum! There are hunters in the Bayou (Y/N) is fighting them. He told me to come and get you." "Where?" Hayley asked and Hope grabbed her hand pulling her to where she had left you. When they got there though there was nothing there, well there was blood and most of it was yours but there was some that wasn't you had managed to hurt them before they got you and now they needed to find you before something bad happened. "What do we do now?" Hope asked. "We called the rest of the family and we go get him," Hayley answered before she pulled out her phone dialling Klaus' number. "Hello?" He asked. "We've got a problem," Hayley informed him. "What happened?" He asked. "A group of hunters took (Y/N), they should be easy enough to find, they don't seem very organised, there was only one here, he might even be working alone." Hayley said, "but first we need somewhere safe for Hope to stay while we go and look for him." "Bring her back to the Compound, we can ask Kol if Davina can do a locator spell and find him," Klaus said. "And if she doesn't?" Hayley asked, "Then I'll find some other way," Klaus answered.

"You've got a strong right hook kid, you know that?" The hunter asked as he chucked you in the back of the car, you were pretty badly hurt, every part of your body hurt too much to move and all you wanted to do was close your eyes but you couldn't if you did then you would lose track of where you were and how long it took you to get there. "Are you going to tell me what you were doing out there now?" "None of your business." You answered through gritted teeth. "You're not a wolf, that much I can tell." He said as he climbed into the front of the car. "You used magic before so there's no way." Before you could answer, the car swerved "what the hell is he doing here?" You pushed yourself up so that you could see out of the front of the car. "Dad." You breathed, his eyes connected with yours and you let yourself fall back down, it wasn't long before someone picked you up, your eyes opened for a moment when you realised it was your Dad and that he was saying something, you needed to focus if you wanted to hear him. "I need you to concentrate." He ordered and you frowned. "O-on what?" You asked. "Healing." He said softly as he shifted you in his arms, he moved his arms so that he was looking at the bruises that littered your skin "come on you can do it." After a few moments, he started to see your wounds healing "that's it well-done cub."

Later that night you finally woke up and when you did you could feel your mother running her hand through your hair "Is she okay?" You asked. "How can you be thinking about someone else when you could have died?" Your Mum asked and you looked at her and smiled. "Because of the reason that I almost died." You answered, "to protect my little sister and if I'm here and she's not then I failed." "You didn't fail, Hope is fine just as you are." Your father's voice came from the door "you did well." "I only hit him once." You muttered as you looked down at your hands. "As I said you did well." Your father said as he walked over to the bed rustling your hair "sometimes being strong isn't about how many times you can hit someone else, sometimes it's about how many times you can get hit and stand back up, did you get back up?" "Yes." You answered. "Then you're as strong as you need to be." Your Mum smiled before pressing a kiss to your forehead "now get some more rest."

Requests and general question!

[cupcakemolotov]

My Only Love: Part 2

Well, ages later, and I managed this.

When Stefan and Damon find a coffin holding an original, they hope they find an ally. They find Caroline instead. Part 1 on A03

Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; original!caroline; hybrid!Klaus;Canon-Typical Violence; Blood Drinking; Blood and Gore; Character Death (Not OTP); Not Salvatore Friendly; Biting; No Smut Yet

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Skirts and nails and lips bloody, her left hand curled carefully around the strange device she had plucked from Stefan’s hand the same way she’d taken his secrets, Caroline swept out of the dank and dreary basement to find just how the world had changed. A hundred years surely had more than one fascinating new thing to marvel at, and she wanted it all. 

But mostly she wanted her husband.

It was unfortunate that the house was both astonishing and an utter disappointment. The windows were boarded, and the time-worn furniture and fading curtains were as alien to her as the wide expanse of the rooms. There were no gas lamps or candles here, but strange and delicate things made from blown glass that hung from the ceiling and turned the room nearly noon bright. Some of it was tacky, the colors were atrocious and who picked out those chairs? 

Did this modern work not believe in pretty yet comfortable? She was quite certain Klaus had insisted on owning a set of chairs just like those in the 1800s and she hadn’t liked them then either. And what was that fabric?

What kind of place had she been put away to rot?

Outside, she could feel the burn if the sun and frustration clawed at her. When her father-in-law had left her to rot, he’d taken everything he could. Her daylight ring, the pretty jewelry Klaus had gifted her the morning of her abduction, her favorite hair combs. But right then it was the lack of daylight ring she raged at the most. 

Caroline stared at what looked to be the front door with impotent longing. Somewhere out there was Klaus, free from the machinations of father who had hunted him all her life and she wanted to see what changes that freedom had wrought, to taste the triumph from his tongue. To feel him beneath her hands, to know they were free. 

It'd only been a handful of hours to her memories since she’d seen him last, but she could feel the ache of centuries in her bones. The lack of the man who had stood with his hand curved around hers for all the years of her life. Her nails dug into her palms, gouging little half moons, and she took a slow breath. 

Klaus has broken his curse. Mikael was dead, and she knew her husband was hunting for her with the same need that sat in her bones. He’d come to her as soon as he knew she was awake. She’d woken in a world where they’d won. Her lips curved as she recalled Stefan’s words, the angry, bitter pill of her husband’s triumphs clear in his gaze. Below her, she could hear him grieving, the death of brother the song that would usher her into this new existence.

It was fitting she decided, for this young vampire who wished to destroy Klaus to understand the pain he wished her to suffer. He’d wanted her family destroyed, and instead sacrificed his own. She’d leave him that agony for a while yet, her compulsion ensuring he would stay where he was, keeping the cooling corpse of his brother company. Right then, she had something far more important to do. 

Carefully, she wiped her fingers clean on the skirt of her dress, mourning the ruined fabric of it even though it was already liberally covered in blood. Stefan had carried no handkerchief to offer her and she had no wish to search the house for something more suitable to wipe her hands on. She’d already seen more than enough of this place, and wished nothing to delay her husband finding her. 

Hands mostly clean, she considered the smooth shape of what Stefan had told her was a phone in her hand. A strange, modern device that connected people's voices to voice, sometimes face to face. A wonderful little thing that would bring Klaus to her, when the sun was high in the sky and she had no way to go to him. 

It was fascinating. Stefan’s explanation of how to use it and just how radio signals worked had been quite poor, when she wished to know every facet of the device. What kind of world had it become that such fascinating technology should be so badly understood by those who used it? 

Klaus would help her learn. 

For a moment, her finger hovered over the strange cover, this screen and she let herself wish this reunion would happen when she was a little more composed. A hundred years, and she was dressed in a relic of the past, dust covered and splattered with gore. The gore bothered her less than the dust, the ancient wrinkles she had no way to improve. And what was the point? She planned, hoped to be quite naked very soon. 

Pushing aside that niggling vanity, she carefully copied the motions Stefan had shown her to work the phone. Thankfully, English itself hadn’t seemed to have gone through so many changes it was completely unrecognizable, the shape and form of letters familiar even if utterly strange in this… digital format. First, the odd thing he’d called a passcode. Then she found the green box at the bottom with the strange symbol, followed by recent calls. 

There it was. His name. Klaus. 

Such a simple thing, such a lifetime of need. 

Pressing his name, her brows drew down sharply as nothing happened. Muttering under her breath a number of curses at incompetent things, she carefully prodded the screen until something changed. An unexpected jolt of noise startled her, a loud sound that she supposed was ringing. She was going to have to have so much to catch up on.

“Stefan, rethought my offer?”

The sound of Klaus’ voice, so clear and with that soft mix of charm and menace she knew so well, unexpectedly clogged her throat. Fingers flying to her mouth, Caroline swallowed hard. It was one thing to hear that her husband had triumphed, but it was another to hear his voice. To viscerally know that he was alive and if she could just get her voice to work, he’d be here. 

“Klaus.” The single word came out rough. There was a sudden, fraught silence, and she wondered if the blasted device had stopped working.

“Who is this?” Klaus’ voice was sharp, dangerously bladed, and her eyes narrowed at the threat she could hear beneath his words. 

“I am told,” she said in tones that had cooled considerably. “That you should be able to understand me as easily as I understand you. If you require an introduction to your wife, century between us or not, I am going to be very displeased, Klaus Mikaelson.”

Behind him, there was a crash, a noise that sounded like bone breaking. Her brows furrowed, ears straining to catch any hint of sound. “What was that?”

“Caroline.” Her name was clipped, a thousand things she couldn’t understand in his voice. “Where are you”?

Spine snapping taut in irritation at the blatant order in his voice, the way he ignored her question, her fingers tightened on the screen. “I believe the vampire Stefan called it a boarding house?”

“Stay there.”

Her jaw dropped as there was sudden silence, the screen changing to once again and it occurred to her that he was no longer listening to her. The screen cracked beneath her grip, and she tossed it away. Clearly her husband had forgotten a thing or two in the intervening years such as her dislike of rudeness.

Stay there. 

As if she was a minion. 

As if they hadn’t seen each other in decades and decades. Blowing out a slow breath, she wrangled her temper. He certainly knew where she was but had given her no indication how long it would take him to reach her. Maybe she should head back downstairs and entertain herself with Stefan until he arrived. 

Debating, she blinked when outside, there was a noise, a blur of movement, and then the door opened with a wrench that nearly removed the door from its hinges. Her breath hitched in her throat, and Klaus stared at her from the perimeter of the room, eyes hotly yellow. 

His hair was shorn shorter than she’d ever seen it, the cut and make of his clothing as strange and foreign as the wolf in his eyes. But she knew him down to her bones, and she took half a step towards him without thought. But when he continued to just stare at her, to watch her with a carefully set expression, her remembered annoyance sprang to the surface. 

Hand sliding to her hip, Caroline stopped moving and narrowed her eyes. Temper and the smallest bit of hurt turned her voice hard. “I cannot believe the very first thing you're making me do after being released from that box is remind you that I am not…”

His face lost its passiveness, something vibrant and wild crossing his face before the distance between them disappeared with the curve of his palm on her jaw, and the press of his mouth, firm and plush and wanting, swallowed her complaint. Hands grasping for the feel of his shoulders, his spine, she pressed back with the same gasping need he always elicited in her, teeth sinking into his lip as both a need to taste and a chastisement for his behavior. He groaned against her mouth, tongue chasing hers as she slicked along the blood, and her head spun as he tangled himself in her skirts as they staggered backwards. 

His palm pressed against the back of her skull as he pressed close and her spine hit the wall, so close that hip, thigh and stomach were all one line of burning contact even with her skirts and his clothes between them. There was nothing passive in his touch or kiss as they let mouths and hands roam, and she dug in with her nails, demanding more. 

When he pulled back, lingering so they breathed heavily against each other’s mouths, his hand left her face to cup her hip, pulling her even closer. His gaze flickered down the line of her chest, to the blood splattered material that was both his and the other vampires, and his mouth curved slow and pleased before returning to her face. When he spoke, his voice was low and raspy, a thousand benedictions behind his eyes.

“Caroline.”

[little-diable]

Taking his time - Klaus Mikaelson (smut)

Request by anon: Hi, how are you? Could you write a smut Imagine with Klaus Mikaelson x reader where it is the readers second time, but her first time wasn't very nice ( it was not with Klaus) so the reader is nervous and a bit scared. So Klaus reasures her and is really Sweet and gentle the whole time. The reader is also very shy. I hope this is alright 🌟😊

Hope this is what you had in mind lovely anon. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“Stop, Klaus, please, stop.”, her hands were desperately trying to push him off her, a pure look of fear in (y/n)s eyes as she crawled to the far end of the bed, hands placed on her heaving chest, trying to keep her tears from falling. “Love?”, uncertainty was clear in Klaus voice as he tried to grasp her trembling frame, his insides were churning as she cowered away from his touch. 

The sound of her sobbing was burned into his mind as he sipped on his drink, seated in a love chair in the living room, eyes focused on the glass he was holding in his right hand. He had decided to give her some time to cool off, Klaus couldn’t come up with any explanation to the previous event, they were making out on his bed, but as his hands were beginning to move underneath her shirt, (y/n) had stared to freak out, acting as if his touch was burning her skin. 

It was hard to miss the sound of her feet silently tapping against the wooden floor, her (y/e/c) eyes found his frame, she moved towards him, sitting down in his lap, head pressed against the crook of his neck. Almost automatically he began to run his fingers through her hair, chin placed on top of her head, “please, what did I do wrong, love?”, his voice sounded pained. “What?”, she moved her head from his chest, eyes finding his, he began to trace her jaw with his thumb, “why were you this scared of me?”.

Just now she began to realize, what was going on, a sigh left her lips as she grasped his face, “you did nothing wrong, I am sorry, I should have told you sooner.”. It pained her to talk about her ex-boyfriend, the way he had been treating her, (y/n) tried as best as she could to explain to him, why she was so triggered earlier on, not being able to let go of her memories. 

Klaus began to press kisses all over her face, salty flavor of her tears heavy on his lips as he listened to her giggles, “can I ask you something?”, (y/n) grasped his hands, kissing the back of them. “Of course, my love.”, curious eyes were watching her, she bit down on her lower lip, momentarily closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, “I want you to make love to me.”.

He had her pinned down on his bed in a second, Klaus was hovering above her, just like he was doing an hour ago, “are you sure?”, she nodded her head “yes”, moving her head upwards, trying to kiss him. “Use your words, love.”, Klaus kissed a trail down her neck, sucking on the spot that shot tingles all through her body, “yes, I am sure.”. (Y/n) arched her back, leaning into his touch, Klaus hands were tugging on her shirt, eyes not leaving hers, he ripped the thin fabric apart, enjoying the sound of the small gasp that left her lips. 

“You are insanely beautiful.”, he breathed against her braless boobs, she was a blushing mess by now, (y/n) began to cover her face with her hands, embarrassment overcame her. “Look at me.”, he ordered, Klaus began to suck on her nipples, he was on a mission, a mission to make her feel as good as possible, this wasn’t about him, it was all about her now. 

Her (y/e/c) eyes were focused on his face, her breath began to hitch in her chest as he kept on kissing her boobs, keeping a steady pace, he didn’t want to hurry things. “Please, Klaus.”, she moaned out, hands tangling themselves into his curls, “what, my love?”, Klaus grasped her chin, keeping her from looking away, “I want more.”. He didn’t need to be told twice, Klaus kissed down her upper body, hands moving inside her shorts, tugging them down her legs, her panties were following shortly after. 

(Y/n) fingers were shaking as Klaus took in the sight in front of him, he was obsessed with her in the best way possible, “if you need me to stop, just tell me, love.”, he told her one last time before he dipped his tongue into her wetness. Klaus had to moan out as he tasted her arousal, he was sure, that he had never tasted something this good before, he was already addicted to her taste. (Y/n) grasped the bedsheets, toes curled as he kept on devouring her, taking her into another dimension of pure lust and excitement. 

The way she was melting into his touch, made him smile, he sucked on her clit, while he slowly inserted one finger into her core, testing the waters, seeing if she was ready for more. “Oh Klaus.”, (y/n) breathed out as he pumped his finger in and out of her, adding a second one to the game, slowly stretching her. She was beginning to clench around his fingers, (y/n) felt her release approaching as Klaus kept on pleasuring her, (y/n)s eyes were squeezed shut.

“Let go, love.”, he murmured as he pushed her over the edge, sucking on her clit, eyes focused on her face, on the way her mouth fell wide open, her eyelids were fluttering as deep moans left her. “Fuck”, she whimpered as he pushed his fingers out of her, cleaning them off with his tongue, tasting her arousal one last time. Klaus pressed a kiss onto her lips, grasping her wandering hands, “don’t worry, this was all about you.”, he didn’t want to pressure her any further, too anxious that he’d scare her off. 

But being the stubborn girl she was, (y/n) ripped her wrists out of his hold, moved her hands down to his belt, untucking it as she pulled him in for another kiss. “Make love to me, please, Klaus.”, (y/n) whispered against his lips, filled with a new found confidence, she began to pump him through his boxers, eyes wide as he grinded his hips against her hold. A small “oh god” left his lips, he tugged on his trousers, ripped them off his legs, too inpatient to focus on himself. 

“Are you sure?”, Klaus was lining himself up to her heat, ready to back off, if she’d tell him to. (Y/n) smiled up at him, she adored him for the way he was taking his time, asking her if she was alright, (y/n) was sure, that Klaus would make her feel better than she’d ever felt before. “I am.”, she was sure of it, Klaus slowly pushed his hips against hers, a restrained groan left him, she felt tight around him, slowly stretching around his length. 

(Y/n)s heart was racing, she was trying to get used to his length, ignoring the burning sensation in her core, knowing that it would fade away soon enough. “Move, please.”, she whimpered as he began to roll his hips against hers, eyes focused on her features, trying to pick up on any signs, still too scared to hurt her, Klaus pressed a kiss onto her jawline, “you’re doing so well, love.”. 

A moan fell from her lips, the burning was long forgotten, pain had been turned into lust, she had never felt like this before, (y/n) completely gave her all to him, trusting him with everything she had. She couldn’t control any of the noises that left her lips, she wrapped her legs around his middle, the need to feel him closer, grew stronger. A knot was building up in her belly, telling her that her second release was near, she grasped his biceps, nails clawing into his skin. 

Klaus began to rub her clit, feeling the way she was clenching around his length, a warm sensation began to spread through him, Klaus felt as if he was falling in love with her all over again. His eyes danced across her upper body, focused on the little drops of sweat that made her body glister in the dim light. “I’m close, Klaus.”, she ripped his focus away from her breasts, eyes meeting hers, another moan wrecked through her as she came around his length. 

He followed soon after, releasing himself onto her belly, still breathless as he placed himself next to her on the bed. “Thank you.”, she kissed his cheek, interlaced her fingers with his, a satisfied smile on her lips. 

[tooinlovewithfictionalpeople]

Dating the Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

-You met when one day you were called to the Hargreeve residence

- Your mother was a friend of Reginald and she had asked you to deliver a letter to him.

- On arriving you noticed how empty the place was

- So as Reginald took the letter from you, he told you to come back in ten minuets when he had written the reply

- Thinking he lived alone now, you just wondered about the house, until you bumped into Luther

- After stating your business, he seemed to warm up to you a lot more, even if he was a tad awkward

- You realised that he was just really lonely

- So you invited him for coffee

- He was so shocked all he could do was nod

- The coffee date went well the next day

- It was all going swimmingly, the two of you were good friends but right as you both were realising your feelings were more than just friends

- His dad sent him to the moon

- Pogo let you message him three times a day

- But you still missed him

- You didn’t understand why he couldn’t disobey orders

- But you respected his choice and waited

- For years

-When he finally came back he was slightly more clingy than he was usually and you two quickly became an item

- He was a broken soul who just needed some love

- And attention

- And to believe he didn’t waste four years of his life

- When you two started dating he was basically your own personal teddy bear

- he’s so warm so if you’re cold he would let you cuddle up to him

- he’d be so gentle because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you

- You would constantly be there to remind him to be nice to his siblings

- going stargazing together 

- or moon gazing the guy has an obsession

- You would steal his coat and make brilliant impressions of him, much to the joy of Diego and Klaus

-You are defiantly the smart one so Luther would always go to you for advice

- he’s so protective and will glare at any man who looks your way

- which can get a bit annoying but it’s nothing to bad.

- He’s really insecure so you would constantly assure him that he was beautiful the way he was

- Helping Luther see that dear old Dad was not the nicest guy

- Your best friend is 100% Diego though

- Which Luther hates because if you're mad at him, he’s doomed on all fronts

- He buys you chocolate though so you keep him around

- He has a good heart really

Diego Hargreeves

-You're both vigilantes of sorts

- You're more like a private investigator plus baddass crime stopper

- Police pay you to solve crimes, and then the government pay you even more money to take out pesky people

- It was kinda fun

- You meet Diego when Patch brings him in

- He overhears what job you’re doing and asks why you’re getting paid doing the same thing he’s getting arrested for

- Patch laughs and tells him that you are more of a private investigator

- You smile, thinking that would shut him up 

- But no. He starts calling you Sherlock

- Wearing that stupid smirk as he says it

- Your meetings become more frequent and he always teases you about your job but its nothing more than that

- Until one day he realises you don’t actually have a house, you live in a car

- Because even though your job pays well, you move around a lot and most of you money goes to your sister so she can afford a house, and living with her may but her life at risk

- So he offered the spare bedroom in his apartment 

- He assures you he can take care of himself

- So you agree

- And slowly you adjust your life to be with him

- You take turns cooking at first and then it turns into a you cook whilst he cleans because he cannot cook

- And then he takes you on a date

- He’s a shy stuttering mess when he asks you on a date, nothing like the mischievous confident man you'd known

- It was adorable so you said yes

- Things went really well so you guys decided to date

- He is such a cuddler

- Secretly likes being the little spoon, or sleeping on your stomach because it makes him feel safe

- But also likes being the big spoon because he likes to feel like he’s protecting you

- You’re probably the cook as he can only make eggs

- And even tho “They’re great eggs Y/N,” they’re “Not a balanced diet Diego,”

- Patching him up when he’s on his nightly hero duty things

- If you have work in the morning you will leave cute notes around the house for him to wake up to, and he does the same for you when he works

- When he grows his hair out he secretly lets you braid it as long as you tell no one.

- Until Klaus find’s out and gets you to braid his hair too

- He cannot say no to you, so gets through the day of relentless teasing by his siblings when you painted his nails 

- It was worth it to see you smile

- Full on shouting at Reginald at the dinner table when he upset Diego because HOW DARE HE make your boyfriend stutter like that

- The other siblings looking at you in shock because you were the calm and reasonable one 

- He wouldn’t really get jealous because he trusted you, but can’t resist showing off the fact you’re his girlfriend when someone starts to flirt with you

- Okay maybe he is jealous

Allison Hargreeves 

- For some reason you are immune to her power

- You found this out when Reginald tried to forcefully recruit you to the academy when you were fifteen, using her power and you just responded “I don’t know where you heard that sunshine.”  before merrily skipping off.

- She was shook

- The two of you started meeting at Griddy’s donuts

- At first she wanted to know how you managed to get away

- But eventually she started to like you

- You were sassy and smart and didn’t put up with her shit

- This is probably why Five adored you so much - you two became best friends

- She always held your hand and often kissed it softly if you were deep in thought

- You taught her how to get people to do what you say without using her power

- Which meant you guys left with a lot of free stuff

- She always loved to show you off, PDA was something she had no problem with

- Much to the disgust of some of the siblings

- Being in the 60′s as a lesbian couple was difficult

- So you pretended to be cousins

- which was weird for both of you

- She would constantly buy extravagant gifts for you, especially when she had the money

- Despite the fact that in public you seem like the one in charge, she is 100% the big spoon

- She likes the feeling of feeling truly needed

Klaus Hargreeves

- You meet in the war, you’re the bar tender that introduced him to Dave

- The talk he had with you was very brief but he remembered your face

- So years later, when he went back to that same Bar once he got back from the past he was shocked to see you serving people having not aged a day

- At first he thought you just has really good genes you had passed on but you were identical to the way he remembered you

- The he thought he was seeing your ghost but he saw that you were interacting with others

- So he called you over

- You didn't seem shocked to see him but pleasantly surprised

- You explained that you had gotten in a bit of a pickle as you were picking up a suitcase from the commission so you could retire but Five blew the place up causing the suitcase to malfunction

- So you were stuck in a warzone until you figured out how to fix the case

- You also told Klaus to give his brother a slap when he next saw him

- He did, but Five was very pleased to see you as you were a good friend to him and knew how to help

- Anyways after a couple of soft drinks you and Klaus got to know each other better

- And after a while the two of you became an item and life just got better

Helping him remain sober

- Cuddles all the time because he is needy

- you guys shared clothes because neither if you give a fuck

- You show him other ways to get high without damaging his body

- like taking him skydiving or to a theme park

- you always listen to him

- And will shout at the siblings when they undermine Klaus

- You keep the ghosts at bay, and will often hold him when he sleeps so stop any nightmares

- However neither of you can cook

- which leads to you waltzing off to Allison’s house at three in the morning because she can cook

- She doesn’t mind though because she’s never seen her brother this happy when hes sober

- You are best friends with Ben, and can also see and hear him so like to talk shit about Klaus when he’s in the room

- He is a pro at forehead kisses

- He’ll wrap you in his arms and just lightly kiss your forehead

- Because you make him feel safe, so he returns the favour

Five Hargreeves

- You worked with the commission as an assassin and after a few weeks of Five being there, he was told that you would be his partner

- He was a little annoyed because that would mean he wouldn’t be able to work on the apocalypse on the job in case you told on him

- Then he met you and you were nothing like he expected

- He’d seen you train, seen you kill five men whilst barely moving and go after the most dangerous of people

- So why were you so nice?

-You were like a little ball of sunshine and he was Mr grumpy

- When you were informed that he had been alone for 45 years, Five thought you’d run away from him, scared that you were friends with a madman

- But instead you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist

- At first he didn’t know how to respond but then he hugged you back

- And then you two became inseparable

- He wasn’t much into PDA especially when you got back to the Hargreaves siblings

- He didn’t want to be bullied

-But you loved affection

-So he compromised and the two of you would subtly lock pinkies

-But that was it

-Until you were alone

-Oh boy

- He needed coaxing at first because he’s socially awkward

- But he loves to be cuddled. He loves laying on your stomach, or holding you against his chest or wrapping his arms around your waist

- He’s a sucker for when you run your hands through his hair

- It makes him w e a k 

-When he’s working you’ll sit on his lap

- Because you want attention and he overworks himself

- You constantly look after him, making sure he drinks water and shit

- Because you cannot run on coffee alone

- The siblings become suspicious when they catch Five staring at you

- So they decided to spy on him

- And whilst they spied, they saw their mardy little brother dancing (Rather gracefully) around the Kitchen with you, both laughing as if there was no one else there

- Which tbf they didn’t think there was

- “They could just be working a case?” suggested Luther

- But that was quickly brushed aside when Five kissed you

- “Turns out the Hargreaves are capable of Love,” was all Klaus said although they were secretly thrilled at the fact you and Five were together.

Ben Hargreeves

- You were just a small town waitress 

- Working another long shift at your work, you saw two men come in, one rather skinny and hippie looking, and the other dressed in all black

- You’re a naturally sweet person so serving them with a smile wasn’t a problem

- But when you asked Ben what he wanted he just froze in shock

- After some explaining you decided to let the two guys stay at your apartment for a while, as they were lost anyway

- You all became super super close

- You helped Klaus become sober again

- And then you realised that not only could you see Ben, but you could make him physically there just by touching him

- You learnt this when you accidentally ran into him nearly knocking yourself out

- The Klaus was no longer the clingy one

-Ben was always touching you, not in a weird way just always brushing hands or wrapping himself around you

- He loved cuddles, just feeling warm for once

- He’d cuddle you no matter what, and if you had a tiring day at work he would be there to sweep you off your feet

- you made him feel alive again

- When he was touching you others could see him too

- which meant you automatically became the family favourite, after you helped Klaus, and then Ben

- Ben loves it when you read to him, it just calms him down

- His favourite thing to do is to sit in the park with you sat between his legs, lent against his chest listening to you read

- He wears the flower crowns you make with pride

- It takes ages to figure out why you can see him and make him real as you were actually a couple months younger than him

- Turns out you had died as a baby for exactly 108 seconds and that had left you with ties to both the physical world and the afterlife - and it was Mr Reginald Hargreeves who had saved you

- You were convinced he was an alien but the others disagreed

- You helped Ben not fear his power

- The guy is king of nose kisses. He just finds it really cute when you scrunch your nose, either in disgust or frustration or confusion

- You always kiss jawline, as if you’re snuggled together it’s often the only place you can reach

- Vanya is your best friend, you always invite her because she understands what it’s like to not know the extent of your own power

- Klaus is scared at first because he doesn’t want Ben to leave him although he would never admit it

- But then he realised he hadn’t lost a constant companion, he’d just gained another

- Ben loves to surprise you with cute simple things, like setting up a movie and hot chocolate, or picking out flowers he found at some point for you

- Dancing round the kitchen would be a daily thing

- You even got Five to join in 

- You make the best waffles so every morning all the siblings come to your house just to eat the waffles you make

- It’s like they are a family again, but this time they have you

Vanya Hargreeves

- She’s a bit iffy with personal contact

- It makes her a little nervous

- But you’re okay with that, she shows her love in other ways

- Like she’ll always make you tea in the mornings, or make sure you’re under the blanket before she sleeps because she knows you get cold

- You meet for the first time when you’re kids. The other siblings are saving everybody and ask you to stand with the others, because to them you’re just a civilian

- But when things start to go sideways, it’s you who helps them, using your powers of mental manipulation to make the bad guys visualise their worst fear

- Sir Hargreeves takes you in immediately, adopting you as Number Eight.

-The other kids felt bad for you when Reginald left you on your own, and it was Klaus who spoke

-”He’s not a good parent, he isn’t really here at all so I’m sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting,” but you were happy

“My real dad gave me this scar when he tried to stab me,” you replied with a little laugh “Ill take yours any day,”

-After that you and Vanya bonded over the fact you were both the black sheep of the family

- You always made sure she was included, and felt a bit bad that you weren’t a sibling but were often invited to more places than her

- During your teenage years you and Vanya clearly had something going on, so Reginald sent you away to France to study your powers

- It wasn’t until his death did you two see each other again

- It felt like you had never really left and things kicked off again

- But the Harold came along and told Vanya you were just as bad as the rest

- So she abandoned you

- You meet  for the third time in the 60′s, you’re staying with a married couple and their disabled son

- Vanya recognises you but she doesn’t know where from which breaks your heart slightly but it’s okay

- Because the more she spends time with you the more she falls in love with you

- She finally asks you to be her girlfriend

- Which you say yes

- Although she’s not big on affection, she loves it when you lay in her lap, it makes her feel trusted

- She loves to play the violin for you

- When she starts to grow used to affection, she loves it when you sleep all curled up beside her like a cat

- Or when you play with her hair

- Or kiss her cheek

- You make her feel like she’s valid and that’s all she ever wanted

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

Please prompt number 2, if you can of course!!! Ah, Bloom says "Kiss me" only if you can.

I am so fucking sorry you had to wait this long. I hope it doesn't happen again, or at least the wait isn't as long. Hope you enjoy.

Damn wizards. Bloom cursed in her head as another pretty powerful beam was aimed directly at her, only narrowly missing her as she managed to side step it, while she struggled to put on a shield. Of course they had to run to Omega, into the coldest and probably the most dangerous dimension there is. Of course, she was immensely grateful they didn't chose some sort of populated area for this battle, but icicles and sharp objects flying from the ceiling of the cave really weren't her idea of an ideal date. They were more in the realm of an ice witch. The thought of Icy made her shudder and loose focus for a brief second.

"Bloom!" Sharp voice echoed through the cave as another spell flew over her head. She barely managed to turn around to face the one that called her before she was pulled to the side, and what she would come to realize only a second later out of the harms way, when a painful groan rung out next to her. She turned towards the figure the floor and nearly threw up when she saw blood on it.

Valtor was laying on the floor, clutching his bleeding arm with an impressive gash on it, and Bloom would've made a joke about him acting like a prince on a white horse if she wasn't so busy trying to hold the content of her stomach there where it belonged. She stood in a stupor for a few seconds but another painful groan snapped her out of it. She dropped down next to Valtor in a crouch as her hands roamed over the injury,as if she wasn't sure what she should do.

"Layla don't!" Stella's shriek made her turn around only to see Layla disappear after the wizards, that she didn't even realize stopped throwing spells at them, deeper into the Omega. Bloom turned back towards Valtor who gripped her arm and gently shoved her away from her as he struggled to stand up. She wanted to ask what the hell is he doing when she noticed Brandon rushing towards them as Morgana held a shield to protect her warrior fairies and specialists.

"Go after them!" Valtor was shouting words at her but his voice seemed muffled, almost as if she was hearing him through a thick fog, compared to the loud noise falling debris made as it collided with the icy floor.

She shook her head negative. "You're hurt! I can fix it! I just need a couple of minutes!" She saw his eyes widen comically as Brandon finally reached them and grabbed Valtor under his good arm and hauled him up. Bloom rose with them, her hand with magic, gathered in the coiled fist, still hovered above his wound.

Valtor shook off Brandon's hands as he leaned closer to Bloom and gripped her forearms. "They need you more than I do! Layla needs you! I'll be alright! Now go give those wizards hell!" When he healized she was still hesitating and that she was about to protest, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to himself as his forhead came to rest against her own, which was an unusual sight because he had to bend down quite a bit despite the fact she was in heels and she tilted her head up towards him as far as it would go.

The tension between the two former enemies was palpable from the moment the portal to Gardinia opened and no one was immune to it. Since the now-on-the-good-side Valtor stepped through the gates of Alfea in an effort to combine forces with fairies to battle one of his acquaintances, Ogron, who apparently rubbed him the wrong way in the past, the sparks flying from both guardians of the dragon flame were hard to ignore. Even Sky seemed to recognize the not so innocent glances the two sent to each other on a daily basis, and therefore letting Bloom go seemed like the only rational option. Bloom was pretty sure there was even a bet going on between the specialists and the Winx girls whose primary focus was the relationship of the two guardians. She heard Stella complaining once, when she thought Bloom wasn't listening, about how she will lock them up in a magic room until they... talked their way through their problems. Mind you, talked was not the term Stella used.

Valtor squeezed Bloom's hips in a bruising grip and the flashbacks seemed to evaporate before her eyes. His sharp features slid back into focus and Bloom opened her mouth to say something but Valtor was slightly faster about it. "There is something I've been meaning to talk to you about! But in order to do that you need to go there," he pointed behind her in the direction wizards of the black circle disappeared, "and win this battle!" She opened her mouth again to finally say something only to realize she had nothing to say. She snapped her mouth shut and nodded. "Go! We'll be fine!" And just like that she broke out of his hold and rushed towards the battle sounds.

Valtor turned around on his heels and this time grabbed still shocked Brandon and pulled him towards the protective dome Morgana struggled to keep up. His arm stung unpleasantly but the bleeding stopped and regeneration already started knitting torn ligaments and tissue together. His commanding voice rung out. "Alright, let's get out of here." No one dared to argue, well almost no one.

"What about the girls, we can't just leave them to fight the wizards alone?" The blonde prince was sending glares in Valtor's way but they weren't as hostile as he expected. Valtor turned his head to look at the place where Bloom dissapeared.

"Layla is their responsibility, and besides, we ourselves are more of a liability than help. "

Sky nodded and Valtor grabbed one of the injured fairies while specialists helped the rest as they made their way out.

Ground shook beneath Valtor's feet as an epic battle raged in the tunnels beneath the ground. Valtor could feel pulses of magic, light and dark beams equally strong, until something seemed to happen and light magic prevailed. Valtor held his breath. Time seemed to stop. Not even a single sound was heard. Seconds passed. Until a familiar beating of wings disrupted the eerie silence and six fairies flew out. Valtor's heart climbed into his throat. The winx seemed to be one fairy short, one fiery fairy short to be precise. Valtor focused on the flame raging in his chest as it searched for it's other half. The pull in his chest seemed to get stronger until it almost bursted from it's place of residence when he saw Bloom flying out with Nebula in tow. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as cheers of both the Winx and the rest of the fairies rung through the valley.

The Frutti Music bar was overflowing with people. Andy and his band took the stage as Roxy served drinks to the impatient customers and Klaus hurriedly mixed cocktails behind the bar. Everything seemed to return to normal, almost like nothing happened in the first place. That was one of the things Valtor never understood about humans. No matter how big of a trouble they seemed to find themselves in, they never lost hope. His arm almost healed in the few hours but Flora insisted that he should wear a bandage just in case the wound reopened.

His gaze ran over the bar, searching for a group of six fairies, or more precisely, searching for a head full of bright red hair that somehow always managed to stand apart from every environment and every crowd. He found what he was looking for on the other end of the bar and he made his way towards them. As he drew closer he noticed another blob of silver hair that belonged to only one person Valtor knew. An arm grabbed Valtor's biceps and he turned towards the owner.

Brandon handed him a cocktail and Valtor's confusion must've been pretty obvious because Brandon shrugged and said, "I figured you'd want something to drink before you face Faragonda."

Valtor laughed, a deep sound coming somewhere from his stomach, even his shoulders shook with it. "I am unsure just how much it will help me relax, considering the fact I usually indulge in something a bit stronger... but I appreciate the effort."

"I didn't believe Stella when she told me you can be pleasant to be around."

Valtor raised a questioning eyebrow. "What is your opinion now?"

"That I should always believe what my girlfriend says."

Valtor chuckled. "I'd take that with a grain of salt. After all, I can also be really unpleasant."

"Oh we know." He slapped Valtor on his shoulder. "Good luck man. You'll need it." Valtor had a sneaky suspension Brandon wasn't refering to a meeting with a headmistress of Alfea. He looked at the retrieving back of specialist with a smirk on his face. Who knew not all of them were just fools with an inflamed ego and fancy swords.

He shook his head and took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and then grimaced. The cocktail was definitely something that Stella or Flora would prefer. Fruity and sweet. He stepped towards the group he originally intended to meet and managed to catch what Faragonda was saying. "I'm extremely proud of you girls."

"You should be." His booming voice reached them and Faragonda jumped a bit, startled, as seven pairs of eyes turned towards him. "They did defeat the wizards all by themselves." He locked eyes with Bloom who had a smile on her face and Valtor felt his lips twitch upwards.

"Something happened to your arm Valtor?"

"An icicle fell on it. Just don't tell me you're worried about me Faragonda. I'll start thinking you care." Valtor rolled his eyes as sarcasm dripped from every word.

"What a shame it only grazed your arm. I would think that enormous head of yours makes for a convenient target. It's so massive it probably has it's own gravitational pull." Faragonda smirked and it looked surprisingly evil on her.

"Are you sure you're a fairy and not a witch Faragonda? Might wanna erase that smirk from your face unless you want people to start thinking otherwise. " Valtor looked at her with challenge in his eyes as his lips formed in an evil grin that would scare lesser beings but it only managed to irritate Faragonda.

"Touché Valtor."

"Thank you, I try." He handed the fruity cocktail to Stella that tried really hard to resist laughing at the irritated face of her headmistress, but some giggles still escaped, as she held Flora's arm for support. He turned towards Bloom who now had a hand across her mouth so Faragonda wouldn't see her laughing but the adorable wrinkles around her eyes crinkled, a clear sign she was smiling. He made a gesture with his head that indicated she should come with him when she finally finished laughing and looked at him. He heard Stella squeal in excitement as Flora gasped when Solarian princess gripped her arm. Bloom bit her lip and took Valtor's offered hand as he lead them to the beach and away from the crowd. He heard Stella scream about how 'It's finally happening!' And Flora's gentle voice telling her to calm down because 'You're crushing my arm Stella.'

They walked hand in hand through the crowd, some of the guests giving them weird looks, but Valtor's intimidating form seemed to part the said crowd like a Red sea. She stopped at the exit that lead to the beach, Valtor offering his support while she bent down to take off her shoes because she learned that high heels and sand don't really mix that well. She once again took his hand when her bare feet touched the now pleasantly warm and no longer scorching hot sand but she also went step further, something that greatly surprised Valtor, when she intertwined their fingers.

They walked hand in hand for a while, not daring to break a rather pleasant silence. When they were far enough from praying eyes of the people Valtor finally stopped and turned towards the ocean. He was eager to get Bloom alone but now that they actually were alone he started wondering if it was really a good idea. He felt Bloom's eyes drilling a hole at the back of his neck but he patiently waited for her to make the first move and break the ice so to speak.

"So..." her voice broke through and Valtor turned towards her, "you wanted to talk. Well here we are. What did you want to tell me?"

Valtor chuckled bitterly. "I wanted to talk to you about... us. But now I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

She crossed her arms underneath her chest. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not in the way you would think. I know I... like you." He inhaled sharply, "Dragon, I sound like a teenage boy."

Bloom giggled at that statement but Valtor could see if was forced. "But?"

"I don't know if this will work." Admitting that he didn't know something wasn't simple for him and he realized Bloom knew it as well when her lips pressed together in a small but embarrassed smile. "I know we have... something. Something is obviously here but... will that something be enough to keep us motiva-"

"Kiss me." She interrupted him with a phrase Valtor never thought he would hear directed at him. His mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped. He was shocked into silence.

"W-What?"

"Kiss me." She repeated loud and clear. "You want to know if the chemistry we have will be enough to... get us through it." She lowered her gaze as blush appeared on her cheeks. She shrugged. "It's like a Schrodinger's cat. We won't know unless we try." Her eyes swept across all the surfaces she could find until they locked on Valtor's shocked one's. She squirmed and averted her gaze as she started fidgeting and her arms came to hug herself in order to make herself appear smaller. "Of course if you don't want to that's ok I was just making a sug-"

In all the rush she was in to excuse her impulsive words she failed to notice that Valtor finally got over his shock and has quickly reduced the distance between their bodies. This time it was Bloom that got interrupted as Valtor cupped her face and did exactly what she asked him to do. He sealed their lips together, cutting off her nervous speech in the best way possible. There was no firework or explosion behind closed eyelids, just an incredible heat that coursed through their veins. He felt Bloom's breath hitch but she quickly recovered and her arms came to grip his shoulders as she stood on her tip toes and craned her neck upwards. Valtor chuckled at her attempts to make this easier on him but took pity when she whined and pressed her lips harder against his. He bent down as his tongue swept over her lower lip, asking for a permission that she granted without any resistance, and his arms came to wrap around her waist before he picked her up and she let out a noise of surprise as her feet no longer stood on firm surface.

Bloom was first to break the kiss as her teeth came to bite her already swollen lips. "Wow." It was the first thing she spoke since he kissed her and he laughed at her surprised expression and astonished whisper.

"Wow indeed." He lowered her feet back on the ground but she swayed for a second so he kept his arms on her waist just in case she got light headed. "So... is the cat alive?"

"Alive and kicking." Her hands gripped his shirt.

"Hmmm."

"Maybe we should, ehem, repeat the experiment a few more times... just so we're sure in the result." Valtor's pupils dilated and his grip on her waist tightened.

"We should be careful." His voice was a growl and Bloom shuddered visibly. "We might set something on fire."

"Well," Bloom smiled as she lifted her head up once again and her hands started tugging on his shirt to get him closer. "at least there's an ocean to extinguish any wild fires we might cause."

[certifiedskywalker]

Being Best Friends with Klaus Hargreeves Would Include...

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I’m baaaaaaack (at least for a bit!)! Enjoy and cut me some slack as it’s been a while since I’ve written fanfiction; especially TUA fanfic!

It’s not entirely his own fault but Klaus is not the greatest influence.

So if you have a rather cautious personality, be prepared to do things far outside of your comfort zone.

If you’re more attuned to Klaus’ chaos, be prepared to get on the wildest ride of your life and probably definitely get into trouble.

If chaos is your thing you might become more cautious around Klaus! Who knows!

Either way you lean, you’re going to get used to the turbulence that comes with Klaus.

Perhaps that’s why you’re so close to begin with.

When he was younger, Klaus was rebellious to combat the structure of his Father’s schedules and training regimes.

Sadly, he could never really rebel enough to free himself entirely.

Aside from his brothers and sisters, Klaus didn’t have friends. 

So, when he met you, he dived in head first; all the good, bad, and the ugly.

It was after what Klaus remembers/believes was his first big bender when he found himself in a coffee shop, studying the menu with glossy eyes. 

It was one of your first jobs, working as a barista/baker. 

Klaus was wearing a long, faux fur line jacket, a pink crop top, and jorts (jean shorts). 

Because of his piece-meal outfit, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

That and he was holding up the line as he debated what he had the munchies for. 

“What would you get…”

“What?” You raised your brows at him, surprised he finally spoke up.

“What would you get if you had stayed up for three days straight, wine tasti-wine hoarding really, and raving in the best clubs of the city?”

“An aspirin and a chai latte probably.”

“Ah! Yes! A chai latte sounds ammaazing right now. Maybe a cookie too.”

“Snickerdoodle?”

“It’s like you can read my mind! Wait, can you? At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

After he got his cookie and his chai latte, the strangely dressed man made himself comfortable in the coffee shop.

After a few hours, Klaus was what your manager considered loitering.

Hell, after the last few hours of your shift and Klaus still lingered, your manager offered to walk you to your car.

“I think he’s just…”

You looked over and saw him, Klaus, idly twirling a pair of sunglasses between his fingers.

“...he’s just lost.”

When you had gathered your things and cleaned up after your shift, you wandered over to where he sat.

It took a moment before he took notice of you but when he did, he stood up quickly.

“Hey you,” he said in a rushed breath (somehow it still sounded flirtatious). 

“Hey, uh, I’m Y/N.”

“Oh! What a lovely name!”

He extended his hand to you and you finally saw the tattoos on his palm.

“I’m Klaus, my dear. Care for an adventure?”

That first ‘adventure’ was one that you would remember forever.

Klaus took you to his favorite second-hand shop and you thrifted horrendous articles of clothing.

You still have an incredibly chunky, cable-knit sweater from that day; when you miss Klaus, you wear it.

Klaus bought two wigs, decent wigs, with what money he had.

Outside, Klaus turned to you and grinned.

“Put this on, will you?”

“Pink isn’t re-”

He was already tugging the wig over your head.

“Pink is so your color, trust me,” he gestured to himself, “I know style.”

When he donned the other, curly haired, wig, Klaus led you to an array of establishments with less than welcoming atmospheres where you ‘borrowed’ some merchandise.

Klaus has not mercy for racist or homophobic stores/companies and ‘borrows’ from them often. 

Klaus nearly got caught, he lost his wig in the fray.

You had never felt more alive.

You had never smiled wider.

It was thrilling; he was thrilling. 

But he wasn’t thrilling all the time. 

After that day, you and Klaus were attached to the hip and you learned there were other parts to him outside of the bubbling, endearing chaos.

His addictions became startlingly apparent.

During his many sleep overs, he would search through your cabinets, your fridge, any other place he could think of, for booze.

“Klaus?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Hunting for our dinner, what’s it look like.”

You set a limit on the number of drink he was allowed to have when he stayed over at your place (which was quite often). 

You didn’t want him to suffer but you didn’t want him black-out drunk, or high either.

Overall, you tried to rein in his drug use; for his own sake. 

When he isn’t wasted, Klaus tries to keep himself busy in other ways.

This meant a lot more ‘adventures’ for the two of you. 

Small trips to cultural grocery stores to try different foods

Thrift shopping; because Klaus is always looking to add to this wardrobe. 

You draw the line at dumpster diving.

“You’re missing out, Y/N! When I lived in LA for a week, this is how I survived.”

“You lived in LA?”

“For a time. Lots of bikinis...roller skates too.”

Other times you and Klaus would just walk around the city talking.

The two of you would create fantasy lives for the people you passed by, giving them wild powers like Klaus and his siblings.

Sometimes you would listen to Klaus talk about his siblings.

Your favorite stories to listen to were about Ben.

“After that, pigeons never seemed to land on the roof. Too scared I think. Ben and I did too good of a job.”

“Sounds like he was an amazing guy.”

“Yeah, he was. He likes y- I, he would have liked you.”

You tell him about your family, about your own struggles.

Through this sharing, this walks and talks, you both grow closer.

These winding walks often end at Griddy’s diner. 

“Slap me on the ass and call me Bessy, I forgot how good strawberry donuts are!”

When you return back home, your place, but Klaus calls it home, you settle in.

Klaus will braid his hair, offer to try to braid yours.

“Please, it keeps me busy.”

“What would you do without me?”

“Die of boredom, or just die, probably.”

If you both have a night cap drink before bed, you guys might dance.

Klaus tries to teach you a few moves before giving up.

“Just feel the music, my dear, feel it.”

Eventually, you both collapse and cuddle for a bit.

Klaus is a big fan of platonic cuddling so prepare for that.

Movie nights!

Due to his ‘training’ and his powers, Klaus tends to stay away from horror films so get ready for rom-coms and cheesy action movies.

“Have you ever wanted to do that?”

Klaus has a habit of asking questions during the movie; none of which are crucial to the plot of said movie.

“What?”

“If we got a boat, would you do the whole ‘I’m king of the world’ bit?”

“I mean, why wouldn’t I do it?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

There are nights when you can hear him whimpering from the couch where he sleeps.

Those nights, you creep out of your room and wake him up.

“Bad dream?”

Klaus never responds to the question, ever.

Instead, he curls up next to your and you play with his hair until he falls asleep again. 

The next morning, over coffee, you try to get him to talk about it.

Sometimes he does, other times he distracts from the topic.

Either way, you hug him.

“I’m here for you, Klaus.”

“I’m here for you too. Otherwise, I’m homeless.”

He is always trying to set you up with people.

You’ll be working at the coffee shop and he’ll come up and pretend to buy something just to tell you: “table in the far corner. They’ve been glancing your way a lot.”

“Klaus….they’re waiting for their order.”

“Oh. Well, you never know.”

That always leaves you smiling.

It’s hard not to be happy with Klaus as your best friend.

Even when he’s down or you’re down, the two of you together seem to lift one another up.

Being Klaus’ friend means having fun and feeling, feeling so much.

You feel his past pain, his struggle, his grief, in the same turn you feel his joy, his wonder, and his spark for good.

And in that, you inspire each other to do and be better.