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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 5- Valhalla

Summary: The gala was fun and all, a mild exception being when you almost got choked out by one of the Swedes. For the time being, you and Diego get a surprise visit by the rest of the Hargreeves.

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“You know, I’m starting to get the feeling Dads avoiding us.” Five says frustrated, looking on as the cars continue to hastily leave the ruined party.

“Yeah, no shit.” You mumble back at him, fixing your dress, as you happen to notice how it now has a nice clean rip where the shoulder seam should be together. In the face of danger all accessories are temporarily forgotten, oh well, you didn’t even like the dress anyways, to constricting.

“Hate to be the boring one, guys, but, uh, it’s time to get the hell out of here.” Says Lila as she walks into view from behind some bushes and a brick wall, continuing to walk past all of you until she reaches the pavement, stopping to turn around and usher you three to follow.

“When you say “we,” who exactly are you referring to?” Challenges Five.

“Not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence.” Replies Lila, shrugging him off.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but whatever it is, I’d advise you return posthaste.” Five says, using that pushy tone of his again, done with Lila’s falsities.

“She’s right Five we gotta get outta here.” Mutters Diego, looking around slightly nervously.

“I just saved your life, you kinder-shit. If I hadn’t stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks.” She snaps back.

“That’s the problem. You’re too good. You ask too many questions. You know too much. And you fight like you know what you’re doing.” Five says making a compelling point. You eye her up suspiciously.

“He’s not wrong.” You tell her, equally as conflicted as to who or what she truly is.

“So I know how to handle myself. And that makes me the bad guy?” She questions calmly like what we’re saying is absolutely ridiculous.

“Whoever you are, you’re in my way. If I see you again, I will kill you.” States Five seriously, with restrained anger flashing in his eyes as he gives her a last dirty look before walking away back to Elliot’s house.

Looking to you and Diego in disbelief, she turns to go walking a couple of feet before turning back to the both of you. “Guys come on we have to go.” She urges.

“I was getting my ass handed to me back there. You helped Five, not me.” He questions walking in closer to here accusingly.

“Because he’s a kid and you’re a man. Bloody act like one for god sakes, Y/N didn’t appear to need any help. If I remember correctly.” She says in defense, trying to get her point across without giving herself away.

Nodding Diego walks past her. You look up at her pleading eyes and look down for a second thinking of what to do. Making up your mind, you purse your lips together, walking past her as well.

“Y/N, really?” She pleads, knowing she’s losing the battle. You turn to her.

“I liked you Lila, you were fun to hang around with for awhile, I’ll admit. But we know nothing about you, and shits gotten weirder then ever. And right now I can sense that your lying to us, I wouldn’t even have to look at you to know that, I can practically smell it.” You explain to her without much remorse, you knew something was up after all, and nothing is getting in the way of your family’s safety. If she happens to be with the wrong people, that is.

You stare at her for a second more before turning around and following Diego. Tired of all the crazy shit you’d endured at the party.

“Oh, come on. Y/N? Diego? Really? You’re just gonna walk away?” She yells, as Diego starts to make a beeline for the woods. You ignore her calls as you jump over the thigh high stone wall and into the woods you go.

——

The next morning you and Diego get a surprise visit from Luther, someone whom you haven’t seen in a year and a half. After greetings are said, he walks in hungry as ever. So now here you are in Elliot’s kitchen as Luther makes himself a ridiculously large amount of scrambled eggs. You, Diego, Five, and Luther in the midst of a discussion on everything that’s happened up until now.

Smelling the delicious scent of scrambled eggs you sit on the kitchen table with your boots on the chair, looking between Diego and Luther who’s currently cooking said eggs at the moment. Watching as Diego paces back and forth heated about the ass kicking you, Five, and himself received last night.

“No, no, no, I don’t understand. They keep following me and Y/N. Those Dutch fuckers.” Diego points out, attempting to explain his thoughts to Five.

Wait, who?” Wonders Luther, trying to keep up with what’s going on.

“Some Swedish sociopaths.” You answer bluntly.

“Precisely Y/N, atleast one of you is paying attention.” Turning to Diego he continues, “They’re hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do anymore damage to the timeline.”

“Yeah, but why now? I mean I’m fine for three months until you showed up.” Diego growls, snapping his fingers angrily at Five’s unflinching form.

“Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me.” Luther adds, focusing on the eggs he’s still cooking.

Pointing to Five you reply, “Luther’s got a point. I was here for almost two years and I haven’t been randomly hunted down by anyone. Then you show up and I get put in a choke-hold.” You say raising an eyebrow at him.

“Even if it was my fault, which it isn’t, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone’s gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate.” Comments Five, glancing between the three of you.

Quietly Luther speaks up, “Well that’s not exactly true.” He says with a sigh, looking at the wall before turning to your guys’ confused faces.

“What do you mean?” Asks Five, stepping in closer.

“You didn’t?” He looks away from your prying gaze, he did.

“I saw him.” Luther says, looking nervously at you three, like a child getting caught with a frog in his pocket. He then proceeded to go on a long and boring story about how he traveled back to the Umbrella Academy, talked with Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself, only to get shot down and sternly told to leave. Of course that’s what was going to happen, idiot, he doesn’t even know who you are.

Sitting to Luther’s right and Diego to his left with Five in a chair to your back left. You slouch leaning your arms against the table, propping your head up with your right arm, as you lean against the wall. Listening to the two converse about his misfortunes.

“That’s pathetic.” Diego tells Luther bluntly.

“Yeah, well at least he didn’t shank my ass.” He mumbles, mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“No, bro, he shanked your heart.” Diego says in the most sincere voice you’ve heard in awhile.

Snorting with amusement from your side of the table, you add bluntly, “Well it wouldn’t be the first time.” Gaining a chuckle from Diego and an eye roll from Five.

“Mhm, hilarious.” Luther replies sarcastically, continuing to scarf down more eggs.

Walking into the doorway to the kitchen, Elliot stops, looking confused at Luther. “Is that my bathrobe?” Staring up at him like a deer in the headlights he says innocently, “No”

“Look, who cares what he shanked? He knows something about time travel.” Interrupts Five, talking to the three of you.

“Uh, wait, why don’t we just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?” Wonders Elliot.

Standing up visibly frustrated, not really caring enough to explain himself anymore, Five asks the three of you sitting down. “Anyone care to explain?”

Luther looks up at Elliot ready to clarify why, “First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse.” Diego adding, “Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls.”

“Last time I tried it, I scattered my family across three years in Dallas, Texas, possibly triggering a doomsday.” Five says, while making himself a cup of coffee. “Anymore questions, Elliot?”

“Uh, no.” Studders Elliot, finally getting the point.

“You’re all missing the big picture. Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal that’s planning to kill the president.” Diego says sternly.

“A cabal?” Luther asks, confused again.

“Ignore him” You tell Luther, earning a glare from Diego, you smile at him innocently.

“Look, the way I see it, we only have one option.” States Five.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Questions Luther, half sarcastically.

“It’s time to get the Umbrella Academy back together.” Five says in all seriousness.

“Hell yeah, family meeting.” Diego grins, looking at you, you lift an arm up in reply.

“Why not?”

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Sitting in the upstairs area near the balcony are Diego, Luther, Vanya, and Elliot, who’s trying to explain the workings and history of jello to everyone. No one really caring enough to listen to his rambling about how it’s made. Meanwhile, you stand looking down at the doors in excited anticipation for your long lost friends.

You listen as they bicker from behind you, Diego still salty about getting the life sucked out of him by Vanya’s energy tentacles, finally they make their peace and you smile to yourself. Proud that he’s matured a bit since then, knowing old Diego probably wouldn’t even be talking to her right now. Hearing the sound of a bell ring, you look up to the doors and spot Five, Allison, and Klaus making their way inside. Shouting their own greetings not catching sight of the rest of you just yet. Now finally looking up, they spot the four of you and shock instantly arrives on their faces, everyone looking at each other with dumbfounded smiles.

“Oh, wow. I know this is impossible, but, did we all get sexier?” Klaus wonders his eyes landing on each of you. You smile at him, missing his stupid humor.

The four of you walk quickly down the steps, grateful to have the whole family back together again. You rush up to Klaus, engulfing him a bear huge. “I missed my partner in crime.” You tell him smiling like an idiot. Breaking away, still holding onto your arms he adds, “Ah my dear, how I’ve missed our Friday night margarita parties.” Smiling at you, Diego then comes in for a brotherly greeting himself. “Oh, you are drunk.”

“Yeah. No, just a little...just a few.” He says glancing at you for a second. You grin shaking your head at him, typical Klaus. He then turns to participate in a group hug with Vanya and Allison. You speed walk over, stretching your arms along with him, engaging in the friendly hug as well. Collecting yourselves together again, you stand back grateful for everyone still being alive and well.

“Klaus. Is Ben here?” Five questions, gathering the attention of everyone.

Putting a hand on his hip he casually says, “Oh, uh...no. No, unfortunately, ghosts can’t time travel.” He says, as he looks around to all of you, avoiding your gaze. You then hear an oddly aggravated whisper as the air pricks with static. Only you notice it, turning to the empty chairs you smirk. You know Ben’s here. Even though you can’t see the dead like Klaus can, whenever he’s around you and as long as he’s not to intoxicated, are you able feel the presence of the ghosts that follow him.

“Y/N is this true?” Five asks you, not completely believing him.

Winking at the chair you turn back to Five, glancing at Klaus for a second. As he rolls his eyes at you. “Everyone’s accounted for. Alive. And dead.” You state.

“All right, then. Let’s get down to business.” Five ends with, starting to walk up the stairs. Never one to mess around for too long, huh.

——

Everyone stares at Five as he begins to apologize for stranding us all here in the 60′s. Then he goes on to confirm about this new apocalypse and whatnot. Surprising Klaus, evidently leading to the discovery of his cult that he apparently somehow started, not that you’re that stunned, if we’re being honest.

Five then shows the picture of Sir Reginald standing on the grassy knoll, Diego fully believing him to be the cause of Kennedy’s death, and Five saying it could be something else entirely. You agreeing with the the more probable explanation of Fives. He does express the fact that no one really knows shit about anything quit yet either, so how could we know it’s actually Reginald on the grassy knoll.

Diego then starts rambling about how the assassination and the apocalypse have to do with their dad, yet again. Five cutting in with his own calculated approach.

“But we know something changes the timeline, we have to make this right.”

“Yeah, but how, if we don’t know what’s broken?” Adds Allison, who’s sitting next to Vanya on the couches large plushy armrest. Klaus sipping a glass of beer or something of the like behind them.

“Come on, do the math. We know Dad’s having shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. We know he’s on the grassy knoll in three days to kill the president.” He says looking at everyone, trying to convince them. “So I think we know what we have to do.” He says, walking over to Five after delivering that dramatic line.

Both of them speak at the same time.

“Find Dad.” Says Five.

“Kill Dad.” Says Diego, with slight aggression, your eyebrows raise in surprise.

Everyone looks up at him, confusion clearly written on every single one of your faces. You honestly weren’t expecting Diego to throw the whole ship out to sea. He wants to kill the old fart huh, yeah that’s not gonna fuck up the timeline or anything.

“None of us are supposed to be here, right? I mean, what if it’s us? Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?” Questions Vanya who gets nothing but nervous glances from mostly everyone. You included.

“Diego and Y/N, have been stalking Lee Harvey Oswald.” Blurts out Luther.

“I was an unwilling accomplice.” You retort, sneering at him.

“And you’re working for Jack Ruby.” Diego cuts in defensively.

Klaus speaks up adding, “Allison has been very involved in local politics.” He says, while laying comfortably on the couch.

“Okay, you started a cult.” She snaps back.

“And I’m a nanny on a farm. I don’t have anything to do with all of that.” Vanya says calmly.

“Well, maybe you do, we just don’t know yet.” Allison adds.

Diego whistles bringing the attention of everyone back to him. “Listen to yourselves. Everything in our new lives is connected to Kennedy. That can’t be a coincidence. Luther works for Ruby, Allison is protesting the government, Dad is on the grassy knoll, Klaus is...” he pauses for a second. “Doing something weird and pervy but probably related. See, clearly we were all sent back here for one special reason: saving John Fitzgerald Kennedy.” Diego rambles completely serious about his mindset on Kennedy and the real reason why you are all here. I’m in love with an idiot, you think. Opening your mouth to state your opinion, the rest of them doing the same. Five sits back in thought, sick of all his siblings and yours nonsense.

Sitting up quickly, Five interrupts sadly, “Guys, you all die. Even Y/N. I was there. I saw it. And I wanna forget it, but I can’t.” Everyone shuts up listening to him talk about the end of the world. “I saw Russian nukes vaporize the world with all of you in it...in a war that never happened until we brought it here. And Hazel gave his life to save us, so you may need to shut up and just listen to me.” Everyone looks on concerned and nervous, letting the hard truth about the future set in. “I don’t know if things we’ve experienced here are all connected. I don’t know if there’s a reason for everything. But Dad will. We need to talk to him before everyone and everything we know is dead.”

Pondering the words Five just said to everyone, Luther suddenly gets up. “Okay, I’m out.”

Frustrated Five raises his voice, “Did you even hear me, Luther?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I heard a 58-year-old man who still wants his daddy to come and fix everything. Well you can count me out. It’s time we all grew the hell up.” Grumbles Luther, frustrated with everyone and the idiotic idea of going to Sir Reginald for help.

Standing behind the opposite couch of Allison and Vanya, you turn to Five vexed by what he just told you, raising your voice slightly. “Did you get knocked on your head as a child, I mean all of you, seriously? When has Sir Reginald-stick-up-his-ass-Hargreeves ever legitimately helped us do anything?” You pushed, trying to make a point. “Even though I thought I’d never say this actual sentence in my entire life, I’m with Luther. Fuck that old monocle wearing dipshit. I’m out.” You huff pissed off. How could they all actually agree to meeting up with him, like he’s gonna talk it out and everyone’s gonna be A-Okay again, no way. You lived in the Umbrella Academy for seven years. It wasn’t what one would call, a walk in the park.

Everyone’s eyes are on you by the time you’ve finished your passionate rant, all looking very perplexed by your outburst. Your opinionated eruptions aren’t anything new, as you’ve always stood up for yourself and what you believe in, but. You sadly understood that even as grown up as they all are, they still seek guidance in the old man. Luther’s right, it’s time they’ve all gotten their shit together.

“Alright then.” Luther adds turning to walk towards the stairs, you hot on his tail. Hearing the calls from everyone else for you two to come back, you ignore them. Even when Diego gets up, questioning the both of you.

“Don’t.” You glare at him darkly, not wanting to hear any more bullshit about JFK or Reginald.

In a flash, Five teleports directly in front of Luther, blocking your exit down the steps.

“No one leaves until we figure this out.” Five says, a stern expression on his determined face.

Sighing, Luther grabs his uniform, picking him up and throwing him off the staircase. Where Five teleports somewhere before he can hit the hard, tiled floor below.

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Walking down the side street, next to Luther you keep your eyes forward not wanting to hear anything Diego tries to tell you. Taking the hint, Diego decides to talk to Luther instead. “What’s going on with you, big boy?”

“Ugh, leave me alone, Diego.” Grunts Luther, keeping his eyes forward and locked onto the street ahead of him.

“Huh? So, what, you’re just gonna sucker punch Five and haul ass, huh.” Looking to you, he continues not being able to stop himself. “And don’t even get me started on you, I mean really, you follow me around and then decide to throw in the towel.” He questions dangerously, honestly a bit annoyed that this whole time you were never really on board for saving the president.

You roll your eyes, about to let him have it. “I’m not stepping anywhere near that old fuck. We could handle ourselves, if the rest of you weren’t complete fucking idiots.” You snap.

Grumbling something incomprehensible, he turns to Luther. “You got a legitimate reason for walking out on us?”

“Look, maybe trying to stop doomsday is exactly what starts it. Did you ever think of that?”

“Oh, so we do nothing? Since when are you a quitter?” Challenges Diego.

“Since the last time I destroyed the world by overestimating my own importance.” Luther exclaims, defensively.

“So this is about you never living up to the old man’s expectations bullshit, huh?” Says Diego, trying to keep up with the two of you who are walking quit briskly down the side street.

Luther scoffs, “Maybe. I don’t know, I mean we’re all crazy where Dad’s concerned.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Adds Diego smiling. Yeah okay hot stuff keep telling yourself that, you think, forcing yourself to hold it in. “He’s an asshole. I’m awesome, and Y/N would agree with me too, if she wasn’t so moody. It’s all very simple. You have to understand that, okay?” Diego says smartly, so damn sure of himself.

Stopping at the sidewalk you cross your arms turning to Diego. “So why can’t you leave JFK alone then, hmm?” You look up expectantly, raising an eyebrow as wait for the truth.

He pauses for a moment, “I’m a hero. Heroes stop crime.” He tells you earnestly, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Shaking your head at him you take a deep breath, Luther coming to your aid. “No, no, no. No, Dad told you you’re a hero. Right? He told all of us. But what if he lied? What if we’re just a bunch of freaks who have no business changing the world.” Shouts Luther.

“No, everyone changes the world, Luther. Everyone. And it’s scary, but that’s kinda the deal. You know, your so goddamn big, sometimes I forget what a sensitive bastard you are.” Making eye contact with you he continues, “It’s all gonna work out. We’re on the right path.”

“You sound like a religious cat poster.”

“Oh, yeah? How do you know?” Asks Luther confused and frustrated.

Deciding to draw their attentions to something more important, you state an unseen but obvious fact, one that you’ve been silently tracking since the three of you left Elliot’s place. “Hey dipshit’s, there’s a long black car that’s been following us since we left Elliot’s.” They look at you confused for a second. “Six o’clock.”

Luther turns around as a mysterious black vehicle rolls up to you three. The driver getting out and pulling a piece of paper from his inner suite pocket. Handing it to Diego, who takes it cautiously.

Cutting it open with one of his knifes, he begins to read it aloud, “To my pursuers: I, Reginald Hargreeves...request the pleasure of your company for a light supper on the 20th of November, 1963, half past seven o’clock, 1624 Magnolia Street.” He finishes, looking up at the two of you.

“A light supper?” Luther wonders.

Luther and Diego then turn to you, Diego with a dumb smirk plastered across his face, you roll your eyes and hang your head back in defeat. “Goddammit.” You deadpan.

“Anyone hungry?” Luther randomly asks, you guessing it’s his attempt at lighting up the mood.

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nofive · 4 years ago

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The only reason I am putting this under Meta, for my headcanon of Five and Luther being twins, is because I am specifically drawing parallels between them that are in canon.

The first and most obvious parallel between them that leads to a connection between them, and further leading to the possibility of them being twins is their childhood superhero names. They are the only two with names that are not only not related to their powers, but also have the word boy in them. Luther with Space Boy, and Five with The Boy. In my Five’s names headcanon I go into how Five gets his superhero name. Luther’s name is largely assumed to be taken from the fact that he went to space as a kid, as seen in some special feature stuff such as the trading card that has young Luther on it. I have always thought it could be due to the fact that Luther’s strength is more gravity manipulation rather than just pure strength. But needless to say all the other siblings, including Vanya have names directly related to their powers, including Diego because the Kraken comes from his ability to hold his breath indefinitely. Luther and Five’s for the most part do not, further they are connected by use of the word boy.

Not so much a parallel, but Five has a clear connection to Luther, people like to ignore it because Five went to Klaus for the Meritech plot. However some of Five’s deepest conversations where he gets vulnerable happen with Luther. This is not just old man Five I am talking about. In the scene where Allison is watching the security tapes with Pogo we hear a semi-clear conversation between Five and Luther. This conversation happens the night before he runs away, and he asks Luther if Luther is coming with him. Among other things this conversation is actually rather lengthy ( and since this scene was filmed it likely leads to why Cameron tends to include Aidan in BTS pictures more by comparison to the other academy kids ).

Other examples where Five becomes vulnerable and actually shows he has a clear connection with Luther are he chooses to tell Luther that he saw all his siblings dead in the first apocalypse. Luther likely gets the full story where Vanya seems to get a watered down version of it. The car scene where Five tells Luther to live his life is very poignant considering he knows very little, but knows enough to know that Luther never left their father before he died.

A parallel they both have is that before the sixties, they have both been purely isolated. They both know what being by yourself with no response from another is like. Luther had four years, and five had forty-five years. However they both acknowledge that they were utterly alone. This makes the statement about being alone in the sixties and Five getting all the more gut wrenching because its like Luther forgot that ( but then again most of the siblings tend to forget the traumas of the others when faced with their own ).

Not so much a parallel, but its something worth noting. Luther is told he is the best, he is number one, he is the leader, the golden child. However, this is a manipulation tactic. It does not work on Five who does not, and has never given a shit about the numbering and who is leader and shit because he is friends with Vanya which is like against the rules of Reginald. But, Five is more or less everything Luther is told he is. Five has one of the best grasps of his abilities and pushes them to their limits earlier than most if not all his siblings, Five does lead his family rather well when they listen to him, he is said to be no great loss but we all know that is a crock of shit, and we know that Reginald favors Five as we see in dinner scene.

When it comes to Reginald Luther tries to be Reginald, while it is largely said and very obvious that without trying Five is very much quite like Reginald.

Further we have their interactions with each other. Luther is one of the few people Five allows to touch him, and not just the carrying him while drunk scene. Luther blots Five’s sweat in season 2, and unlike with Klaus in season 1 where Five pushes that hand away at the funeral, Five allows Luther to mop up the sweat with the napkin. Further they view each other in quite the same way which is frankly hilarious. Five is older than Luther, is he the older twin? Not if the seconds theory is true. But Five is older than Luther and takes on that role ( I’m the daddy here anyone? ), he tells Luther he is young has a life ahead of him and he wants him to live it, spoken like a true older man. Whereas Luther views Five for his physicality which is young and small and we see this play out as he deals with actual aged Five, and the Five we all know ( He’s just a little guy ).

Alot of people take into account powers when describing Five’s potential connections to his other siblings. Two things I would like to point out about Luther and Five, first is Luther’s ability to jump, this again is not necessarily strength based which is his power set, and we don’t know if it is serum based, but in the season 2 opener he gets in front of Klaus to block the missile rather quickly. And we all know Five is known for his speed, not just when he Blinks. On the other hand Five not only gets whacked in the head with a cast iron skillet and does not pass out, but he gets a ton of bricks dropped on him and comes out fine, both of which are things Luther more or less could have taken. I am not saying that their is a possibility of residual powers in each of them because they are twins, but I am definitely saying it is a major possibility.

I wont go into too much detail on this one, but they both suffer body dysmorphia to some extent. Both are in bodies that were forced onto them. And I am not talking about Five’s thirteen year old body here. I am talking about how both of them were operated on and without their consent had their bodies and DNA altered. Despite the show never saying it about Five, Aidan specifically has stated he plays the character with this in mind, and we know that the actors have some agency in how their characters are portrayed. Especially this is true for Aidan who has read and is a fan of the comics.

A very small connection, but I see people talk about vices for Klaus and Five, Luther’s first inclination in Season one when it comes to vices is to drink. We all know who drinks, and no I am not talking about Klaus. Both Luther and Five drink when they reach some pretty low lows.

Lets talk about Luther and Five’s relationship to Vanya. Despite what we see at the end of Season 1 with Luther and Vanya, Luther is one of the few that tries to include Vanya in family decisions earlier in season 1. We all know Five and Vanya’s relationship at this point. I also want to point out how much growth Luther goes through in Season 2 to his apology to Vanya. They both have very poignant relationships with Vanya and both make mistakes with her. Particularly surrounding the apocalypse.

I want to discuss their childhood interests. Luther is often said to be stupid, which is a wrong assumption of any of the siblings. They are all smart in their own rights. They all just show this differently. However, I want to point out that to be an astronaut you have to have a PHD in a STEM field. Who do we know that is without a doubt the STEM master of this household? Five. Five has shown he is proficient in all the STEM categories as he kind of has to be. However, I would like to point out that whenever Five is talking science to his siblings especially in that sandwhich scene in season 1, Luther understands what Five is saying first, and almost immediately. Second I want to point out that when Five says he created a probability map, Five does not have to explain to what it is, just what it is a map of. And Luther understands.

When it comes to child hood interests specifically Luther and Five both have an affinity for models and things that move. Luther with airplanes, and Five with trucks and building things. Five also has some sort of legos in his room, and Luther does models for various reasons that I wont go into because I don’t play him, but I will say part of it might be as a test of the control of his strength and he just really liked it. Additionally Five has a blanket in his room with space ships, meaning he had some interest in space, like Luther clearly does.

They are very protective over each other. Yes Five is protective over the entire Academy, as is Luther to an extent. Let me explain, in season one there are two times when Five is with Luther and he feels threatened, one is after Cha Cha kills Patch and Diego bursts into his little boiler room home, and the other is when they go to meet the Handler. In both these situations Five is vulnerable, he is small and the obvious target. With Diego Luther literally stands up and picks up Diego til the other calms down enough to not come after Five. It should be noted Five slinks back on the bed a bit, which indicates that this happened when they were children as well, and while I do headcanon Reginald hit Five another reason for the reaction from both himself and Luther, their were obviously fights between the siblings. Five is one of the weaker visually not in actuality of the seven he can’t take hits as well as he can give them, thus Luther steps in. We see the opposite in Season 2 when Five having seen Luther take a missile to the back still pushes him out of the way of falling bricks to take the load himself, because he protects Luther just as much as Luther protects him. To add on to the sadness of that moment the last time Five saw Luther under rubble he was dead.

I would also like to talk about the body man and the spotter. Five doesn’t understand the body man reference when it is very clearly an assistant and body guard in Luther’s case for Jack Ruby. It makes sense if you think about it. Ruby gives him everything he wanted out of Reginald and he thrives. However, Luther simultaneously does not get what being a spotter for Five means. Yes in simple terms its a wingman, but Five lets not forget is an assassin who favors sniping. Snipers almost always have spotters to help call the shots to make sure the line of sight is clear. That is what Five is asking Luther to be for him. Its a very unique parallel given both of their reactions to Luther being referred to as each.

Also a last minor detail Five does not immediately shoot down Luther’s ideas that the apocalypse could be related to the moon. And honestly Luther technically isn’t wrong. However he was likely up there for very different reasons. When Five appears at the torn down academy while the phrase the moon’s still shining is a just that a phrase, it is also showing an acknowledgement of the moon something Luther had been previously worried about.

Anyways that’s all I got for now. Sorry if this came off a bit petty. If you want me to do this for each sibling let me know, and I will gladly do so. I can’t promise that all will be off the same basis that Five and said sibling are clearly meant to be twins, but I can promise that it will help you understand that Five has connections with all his siblings, that only I have ever put this much thought into.

Anyways based on all this Luther and Five are fraternal twins, because twins do not have to look alike, especially fraternal twins because they are more akin to siblings born at the same time. Fraternal twins are two eggs and two sperm where identical twins are two sperm and one egg.

#headcanon: a single drop of coffee

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in-tua-deep · 5 years ago

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How do you think things would have changed if Five has come back even younger than in canon? Like if he came back as 7 or 8 or even younger? Also, I love your writing. You’re an amazing writer and I love reading your stuff.

first of all that would be hilarious because as much as media has tricked you into thinking older child actors (who are easier to work with) are younger (I mean case in point, Five is supposed to be thirteen but the actor is fifteen and those two years can make a big difference at that age) or animated movies can’t decide on a size for their character, but for real seven-year-olds in real life are BABIES

that’s like. the equivalent of a second grader?? I think i was about to go into year three living in the netherlands. I thought the year six kids were ancient. I didn’t care about bodily harm and would just hurl myself into cartwheels and handstands (nowadays not so much)

That was about the age I was losing teeth for the Very First Time and also the age I almost gave myself a concussion playing on the playground equipment (I blacked out and woke up in the nurses office lmao) and I thought the singing talents of Sandy from Hamtaro were the greatest in the world (the twirling ribbon song was formative for me)

seven was also the age for me that i realized that romance was The Worst because my best friend george decided that the pulling pigtails version of bugging me was a sure fire way to get my attention or something like that. but like,, george and me had chicken pox together. we pretended we were cheetahs in our treetop bunkbed nest together (we had a very loose grasp of the difference between cheetahs and jaguars and other big cats, admittedly). He was my best friend he didn’t need to pull my hair or anything rip

like can you even IMAGINE if five came back as a second grader?? yeah like maybe someone would serve thirteen-year-old Five black coffee but no one is going to just hand this baby child anything with caffeine are you kidding me

his feet wouldn’t even be able to reach the peDALS OF THE CAR

wow this would inconvenience him so much

i can’t even find a picture of my brother that young smh but here’s him and me when he was? probably about nine or ten and I was actually probably about six and smiling with a closed mouth to hide the fact that i was missing teeth or something smh

that is TWO WHOLE BABIES right there i’m just genuinely dying at the thought of Five popping out and he’s just. a gradeschooler. that suit would have been swimming on him and he’s got little chubby cheeks built to absorb shock and whatever atrocious child haircut he had at that age

(i have posted before about my genuine shock that five was ten in the comics. ten!! that’s a whole baby! a child! W H A T)

but?? does he pop up from jumping through his portal and look in the mirror and find that he’s missing some teeth? Can he whistle air through the gaps? i’m just picturing seven-year-old five getting socked in the face and losing some teeth or something and diego is right there to patronizingly tell him that it’s okay they’re probably just baby teeth and five is about to punch diego’s teeth out in a second if he keeps that up by jove

imagine five jumping and standing on the counter and he still can’t reach the marshmallows because they’re on the top shelf of the cupboard do you know how angry that would make him?? he would have about 60% less time for his siblings bullshit than normal because his small stature can only hold so much emotion at any one time and he has decided to go with seething rage for the foreseeable future

can you imagine how difficult that would be for Allison though?? Five at thirteen was bad but Five-at-around-Claire’s-age??? a billion times worse and she’s probably going to either be super avoidant because it’s painful or full on protective mama bear

it would definitely change a lot of plot stuff because i mean. no one’s going to let this tiny child drive. he can’t reach the pedals, duh. however, he might persuade one of the siblings (diego and klaus, probably) to drive him to griddy’s instead? Because with the options being “so help me i will walk there myself. alone. at night. as a small and innocent looking child” and driving him and keeping him company i think the latter wins out

(i’d nix griddy’s altogether but i’m way too invested in hazel and agnes getting together tbh)

hey wait does being that young mean that five doesn’t have his umbrella tattoo?? huh. well regardless if diego and klaus accompany him then the plot point of agnes telling the assassin squad about the tattoo can still happen so i guess it’s a moot point

but honestly the drama of having this tiny child just. completely annihilate the hit squad is hilarious to me, and it would also hit home the fact that hey! five might be telling the truth about everything and isn’t messed up by time travel! i mean whomst the fuck else would walk into a room and zero in on the seven-year-old no one else knows exists or is assumed dead by literally the whole ass world (and even if they didn’t he’s supposed to be 29) and demand he come with them and shit like man

Klaus: hey five what do you have

Five, stabbing his own arm to take the tracking device out: a knife

Diego: NO

other fun points include: the siblings bodily picking five up and five behaving like a very aggressive small breed of dog while simultaneously being super touch-starved and secretly appreciating being carried but would never admit it (whilst sober that is)

either they kept the old uniforms and five wears that or they have to scrounge up whatever they can find which means that five is dressed in some of claire’s clothes allison found stuffed in the bottom of her suitcase until they can go shopping and i’m not sure which is better tbh

hazel and cha-cha assuming that five is actually either diego or klaus bc those were the two adults in the coffee shop with the umbrella tattoo and eventually being confronted with the fact that their legendary adversary is a gradeschooler

five just being. so tired. all the time. my bedtime at seven years old was probably like. 8:30PM. kids need a lot of sleep!! so just five trying to keep himself awake because he has important stuff to do!! but doing the nod and bob because he can’t keep his eyes open

the trying-to-be-helpful but mildly-condescending strangers who stop five or talk down to him increase by tenfold. Teenagers out an about on the street along? eh. a seven-year-old? five is going to get so many concerns “where are your parents, sweetheart?” that he IS going to snap and kill a well meaning middle aged woman in the middle of the street

in a similar note the number of people who assume that he is the child of whatever sibling he happens to be in proximity to also increases tenfold and five does Not Appreciate This (and neither do half the siblings tbh bc now they have to pretend that they are responsible for this tiny feral child)

“FUCK” five says, loudly, prompting gasps from the delicate natured passerbys.

“you can’t fucking say that, dude, you’re like. a baby.” klaus says, equally loudly and making everyone in earshot 70% more scandalized

“I am not associated with them” diego informs the masses with an edge of desperation

luther is just. so massive next to this tiny version of five. he could hold him in like, one hand. and maybe luther at one point was really good with kids but with his new body he’s awkward and it’s very sad

no one bats an eye at child Five toting an Entire Half of a Mannequin that is probably as big as he is around. Billy’s kid is currently emotionally attached to a brick he found in the alley behind his school. Gertie’s granddaughter refuses to leave the house without an old sock filled with pebbles tucked under her arm. Gary’s stepkid found a piece of driftwood on the beach and now it’s in their bed every night. Kids are weird and at least Five’s has a face for him to talk to i guess??

instead of luther threatening dolores he just looks at five with this gun that is way too big for him to have a hold of really and just. reaches out and scoops five up under his armpits and he’s just furiously wiggling and growling and luther is like “nope not putting you down until we agree that murder is not a solution”

every interaction with the handler is probably about 112% more creepy honestly but also what about the job?? either five a) gets an appropriately child sized desk like the ones you find in an actual gradeschool or b) he gets some kind of boosterseat for his chair and just has to sit at this desk that is comically oversized for him

the squad go to a restaurant and the server brings over the menus and hands five a children’s menu. without a word klaus just plucks it from five’s hands and substitutes it for his own because they have been kicked out of six whole restaurants and he is willing to eat the children’s chicken nugget meal if he had to god damn it

the apocalypse doesn’t happen because vanya is literally incapable of hurting a grade schooler right in front of her regardless of how pissed off at her family in general she is. that is a whole child. vanya works with children for her job. she can’t hurt an entire child in front of her?? like she can destroy the world and all the abstract children but this one child right in front of her? who is also her long lost brother and former sole confidant as children who wasn’t there for any of the general bullshit she just went through?? not so much

but like. even after the stop the apocalypse there’s still the issue of what to do with this entire child. like at least as a teenager five would be able to be somewhat independent but seven-year-old five can’t reach the sink to wash his hands without a step stool

just the squad coming together to look after five without quite letting five know that’s what they’re doing because they don’t want to wake up to a knife in their chest or anything smh

five and claire meet and become an unstoppable duo of terror. patrick is an actually competent parent who is so exhausted 24/7 from raising his daughter that he just accepts five immediately because?? his brother-in-law being a time travelling 58-year-old in the body of a grade schooler who is partially feral from over forty years alone and probably has untreated ptsd? okay might as well happen

patrick “i didn’t trust allison with a child and yet i still trust her way more than the rest of you so i’m going to schedule five a doctor’s appointment or something because god knows he’s probably not up to date on his vaccinations and he’s hanging around claire and i doubt any of y’all even thought about that” hargreeves

the hargreeves all go to an amusement park as a family bonding activity. the mistake becomes clear when it’s revealed that five is too short to go on half the rides. the resulting meltdown gets them all kicked out and Diego just has five tossed over his shoulder still hurling insults at the ride attendant as they hoof it out of there

the family has to figure out everywhere they can go within walking distance because there’s still a cold war going on between allison and five over whether he has to be in a booster seat for any car rides or not

it’s basically just shenanigans with the family and five trying to figure out how to coexist and compromise and also look after one another when it’s been every man for themself pretty much all their lives

#this post is a mess tbh #far tua long #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #i think seven might have been the age i learned to ride a bike without training wheels #but i also had one of those little seats on my mum's bike for when we actually had to go somewhere at some speed #to be fair i lived in the netherlands which is like the bike capital of the world or something #i rambled so much but like #seven is a CHILD #i feel like movies and tv shows and animated stuff messed up our perceptions on how child a child is but here we go

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 6 years ago

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Headcannons for the Baudelaires?

MY KIDS

Violet Baudelaire

Headcanon A (realistic): Incredibly musical, and she can play recorder and piano (she can also tune the latter). She also knows the basics of guitar.

Headcanon B (while it may not be realistic it is hilarious): For obvious reasons, she is very uncomfortable by the idea of having a wedding, so if she ever got married it would be like this post, aka she and her partner would show up to a courthouse in casual clothes, sign a bunch of papers, and then go get drunk.

Headcanon C (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends): If the “Violet is Lemony’s Daughter” theory is canon, or even potentially canon, Violet finds out first but blatantly refuses to believe it or even mention the possibility to her siblings for a very long time, to the point where she’s just in blatant denial. She’s not afraid that her siblings will be angry with her- she knows that they won’t be like that. She’s mainly terrified of smaller divides- the possibilities of them leaving her out of conversations, starting to refer to her as their half-sister instead of their sister, or starting to disregard her trauma from losing Bertrand because he wasn’t her biological father. Of course they never would do that, but Violet doesn’t want to take the chance unless it became absolutely necessary.

Headcanon D (unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own): She becomes famous for inventing the snicketverse’s first smoke alarms, because there’s no fucking way those existed beforehand or else half of VFD’s fires would have way less casualties.

Klaus Baudelaire

Headcanon A (realistic): He was actually closer to his parents than Violet was; of course they both had great relationships with Beatrice and Bertrand, but Klaus spent much more time with them, infodumping about stuff he’d learned that day and asking them to teach him new things. When he was younger, the only way Beatrice and Bertrand could get him to go to sleep was by reading to him until he passed out.

Headcanon B (while it may not be realistic it is hilarious): It’s not book!canon I don’t think, but anyway Klaus has nonstop Cool Homeschooler Energy™ and you can’t change my mind.

Headcanon C (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends): He didn’t really have time to process everything that was happening to him and his sisters until the island, and when it finally hit him just how much more of a threat Olaf posed Violet specifically, he got very lowkey protective of her (ex: glaring down any semi-rude men that even look her way). Violet isn’t sure how to tell him that it upsets her a little, especially since she’s not sure he’s consciously aware he’s doing it.

Headcanon D (unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own): This is definitely not Netflix!Canon, but I like the idea that Klaus looks more like Beatrice than he does Bertrand.

Sunny Baudelaire

Headcanon A (realistic): She is a very fast learner, and thus figures out how to Actually Drive a Car very soon after they arrive at the mainland. She insists on being the getaway driver whenever her and her siblings are in a tight spot. Also Modern!Sunny is a skateboarder and you all know I’m right.

Headcanon B (while it may not be realistic it is hilarious): She makes it her personal goal in life to fuck with VFD as much as possible. She leaves fake codes everywhere they go, intentionally messes up the Sebald Code whenever she’s using it around people who might know it, and anytime a Volunteer tries to talk to her, she plays blissfully ignorant to any codephrases they drop into the conversation. Their visible frustration only encourages her.

Headcanon C (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends): Sunny realized when she was almost five years old that she was starting to forget the Unfortunate Events and anything before that, and she’d completely forgotten everything by the time she was eight. She is absolutely terrified that Violet and Klaus will find out, because she doesn’t want them to feel alone in their trauma. In an effort to keep up the charade, she and Beatrice made a notebook where they’d write down any and all information on their past that Violet and Klaus told Bea or let slip in a conversation, and Sunny memorized it all; she can recite everything that happened to them perfectly, but she cannot remember experiencing any of it. The only thing that really remains is a fear of heights and reoccurring nightmares about dangling from a high place.

Headcanon D (unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own): While Violet and Klaus had very emotional and heartfelt coming-outs to each other and their parents, teenage!Sunny came out by bringing home a girl and saying, “This is Constance, we’re going on a date in five minutes, don’t bother us.”

Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons!

#asoue #asoue netflix #a series of unfortunate events #the baudelaire orphans #sunny baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #violet baudelaire #headcanons ask meme #mine #ask #anonymous

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the-umbrella-academy-ff · 6 years ago

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The family’s little secret - Part 2

The end of the part 1 was cut when i made some change. I’m putting it back there with part 2. Enjoy !

“The Police. They owned me one. Now, are you staying there ? I mean, it's been years, maybe she doesn't even live there anymore but it's up to you if you want to try.”

He didnt' have to ask twice, Klaus took his jacket and pushed Diego out.

“You need to drive.” “I know. My car is waiting.” “You're my favorite brother.”

He ignored Ben's hurtful look.

Two hours on the road and Diego was really close to killing Klaus now. He loved his brother and all, plus it was kinda normal that he felt like talking about all this, but he could never shut up.

“Oh god, I remember trying to climb the wall and join her but failed so she did it herself, and she was actually smaller than me. It was both embarassing and hilarious at the same time. Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! And this time when we almost got caught by dad you know ? So I just pushed her under the bed but I hit her head and she had a bruise for a week.”

Diego sighed heavily.

“Yeah, nice friendship you guys used to have. I may start being jealous now.” “Oh ! Come on ! She wasn't even mad.” “But she was crazy to go through all this shit for you.” “You're absolutly right. Can't you go faster ?” “I'm already driving too fast 'cause I can't stand you anymore.” “Thanks !”

Finally. Diego praised the Lord they finally made it. It was a big nice house, with a garden with many trees behind. No wonder, Dad must have gave them a lot of money, Diego thought. Klaus ran out of the car, jumped the barrier and started knocking on the door. When no one answered, he started to panick.

“Oh my god, what if she left ? What if I could never find her again ?”

Diego joined him and hit him on the head.

“It's her family name on the door. Even if she may not be living with her parents anymore, you could still ask them.”

“Oh damn you're right.”

A sudden bark made them look to the left and they saw a big german sheppard running toward them. The dog was probably mad they came here without being invited in the first place. Diego couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his brother starting to climb the wall.

“What on Earth are you doing ?” “Visiting.” “Wait, what ?” “I'll be right back !” “Klaus ! No way, get back here !”

It wasn't the first time that Klaus was doing something like this, he could see it. Diego ran back to the car, while Klaus made it to the rooftop and screamed with joy.

“(Y/N) !”

You didn't expect that. Especially since you were taking a bath with some chilling music in the background. This idiot almost made you have a heart attack. Through the window you could see a cheerful guy waving at you. You panicked, grabbed a towel and start yelling.

“What the hell ? Who are you ? Leave or I'll call the cops !”

The guy must have been a psycho for climbing that high.

“(Y/N) ! It's me !”

Wait. That voice. It was incredibly familiar.

“Oh god. Klaus ? Klaus fucking Hargreeves ?” “It's me sweetie ! Will you let me in ?”

You couldn't believe it. For sure, you missed that guy for years and dreamt about him coming back to you, but you grew up knowing it was impossible. You knew everything, how he forgot about you because of his dad and number 3's powers and after that, you tried your hardest to move on. You really did. Dated a few guys, traveled a lot to see new places. You even did some stuff you should never had but you were desperate. You never succeeded.

“It's been years, and you have to just come through the window, don't you ?”

You started opening it though, still clenching your towel with one hand. He jumped in and started hugging you. With absolutly no shame of the situation.

“Damn, you're red. Was that bath too hot ?” “Klaus. Let me get dressed.” “Alright.”

He wasn't moving at all. You sighed and pushed him.

“Get out ! I'll be right back.” “Oh, by the way, my brothers are downstairs. Ben doesn't need an invitation but can I open the door for Diego ?” “Sure. Just... Don't touch anything. It's not my house.” “Sure thing sweetie !”

Klaus helped Diego to come in, he opened the door and shouted for him to run in. Diego was already tired of this shit but felt like he didn't want to stay in his car anymore. He ran in front of the dog and they both crashed on the sofa.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened there ?”

Ben was laughing his ass off. Klaus never saw him like that.

“What is wrong with you ?“ “Poor girl, she didn't see it coming.” “Hey ! I'm sure she's happy too ?”

Diego punched him in the arm.

“That's rude ! You're ignoring me to talk to Ben and I don't understand anything !” “This idiot is laughing and I have no clue why, I want to know !”

Somehow, suddenly, Diego could see Ben.

“Klaus just interrupted the girl while she was taking a bath and wasn't ashamed at all to knock on the window.” “So what ? I missed her ! Well. I didn't know before today, but I did !”

Diego put his head in his hands.

“I don't even know how you could make friend in the first place.” “Hey ! I'm very lovable.” “In a weird way, he his.” Ben saied before vanishing again.

You took five whole minutes to catch your breath and think. Then you got dressed and waited to calm down. The very best friend you could never forget was back. He came all the way here to see you. How and why, you didn't know, but right now, you were struggling to stay sane. You wanted nothing more to go downstairs and jump in his arms but it's been a long time. What if you’ll never be friends like you were before ? You took a few more minutes to think about it before you decided you'd never get any answers if you stayed in your room. Your heart was beating really fast but you still made it to the kitchen, grabbing some stuff to eat and drink.

“Guys. You've come a long way, want anything ?”

Klaus answered first, excited as a kid.

“Coffee ! With a lot of sugar !”

You came through the opening of the door.

“Not sure you need sugar. You're already very... You.” “Thank you ! Coffee is disgusting without it though.” “Fine, you're still such a kid. Diego ?” “Same. Without the sugar please.”

You came back with the drinks and sat with them. After a few minutes of silence, Klaus finally started to talk.

“So ? How are you doing ? Still living with your parents ?” “I'm fine I guess. And no, they're on holidays, they needed someone to keep the dog.” “Which dog ?”

Diego almost spat out his coffee.

“Are you fucking kidding me ?”

The dog started barking outside, as if he was offended himself.

“Oh, that one !”

You started laughing. You got scared for nothing, you realised that. Klaus could never change, that was a fact.

“And you guys ? How've you been ?”

Diego wasn't sure why you were being so friendly with him too. He knew about everything, like his others siblings. They kinda felt responsible for what happened and never tried to make up for it sooner. He could understand why Klaus used to be very found of you and still was now.

“To be honest, I'm tired of this guy. Had to spend a few hours with him in the car so I might leave you two alone to catch up ? I'll get him back tonight.”

Klaus had the saddest look on his face, Diego was pretty sure it was just the same as a kid who was disappointed for Christmas. You smiled.

“It's ok Diego, that was very nice of you to bring him here. Not sure 4 hours or so will be enough though, I have many questions as well. What about you go back to the Umbrella Academy and he'll spend the night here ? Got my drivers licence, I'll drop him off tomorrow.”

Klaus was really close to jump in excitement. His brain didn't remember you, but his heart did, he was sure about it. It felt like being whole again. He hugged Diego, genuinely happy that he made all of this for him. He wasn't sure he could forgive the others this fast.

“Thanks.” “I'll see you tomorrow. You better behave !“ “Always !” “You mean never.” “Maybe.”

You gave him a nod. Number 2 could definitly see that you were happy as well but not really comfortable around him for the moment. That, he could understand. So he left, pretty proud of himself. “(Y/N) ?”

“Yes ?” “You didn't try to find me again after... The thing ? ”“You mean, when they made you forget about me ?” “Yep.” He didn't expect your reaction at all. You were smiling and laughing the second before and now, you had tears in her eyes. He felt guilty but didn't know why. “How can you ask me this ? I mean. I came back, you asked me who I was you know ? Damn, Klaus, that was fucking hard. I didn't even know how Allison's power was working. If I could help you to remember or if you just never could. I didn't even think it'll be possible that one day you'll come here ! I thought I'd never see you again.” After a few minutes of silence, he put an arm around you, suddenly very serious. “What a shitty dad I had.” You smiled. “Indeed. So. You must have plenty of stories and I want to hear every single one of them !” He started to think. “Mh. I need to tell you about the end of the world, oh and about Ben ! I can do stuff I never knew I could ! Oh and Dave. I wanna tell you about Dave.” “Was he your new bestfriend ?” “He was my bestfriend and my boyfriend !” You tried really hard to ignore that pain in your heart. For your friendships' sake, you had too. But he must have knew, because he added something.“But that was very different. You were my bestfriend and my girlfriend. I could paint my nails with you, he never agreed to that.” You punched him slightly in the arm. “What ?” “I was your girlfriend ?” “Oh. I thought you knew.” You were dumbfounded. “Klaus, you're an idiot.”

#klaus #klaus hargreeves #number 4 #tua #the umbrella academy #klaus x reader

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wordsablaze · 6 years ago

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5/6: To Reclaim The Dead

Five Times Diego Gave Klaus A Lift … and the one time he returned the gesture in his own way. Enjoy!

A/N: Pretty fluffy chapter actually <3 Only one more left ^.^

Vanya falls unconscious but Diego is more focused on how Klaus is crying and Ben is alive.

Oh, and the fact that they’d become teenagers again within moments.

Allison runs over to Luther, who would have dropped Vanya had it not been for Five's quick reflexes and Allison's sisterly love, but Diego doesn't bother to interfere with any of that.

Instead, he slowly walks towards Klaus and Ben, even though both of them are murmuring to each other rapidly, clearly not meaning for anyone else to hear, perhaps because anyone else simply wouldn't understand.

When he gets close enough, the two of them step apart, send him matching smiles, and then pull him into a hug; Diego smiles happily at the feeling he’d so dearly missed.

“Ben…” he finds himself gasping, shocked at how real and solid his brother is, unlike how they'd just seen him, as some sort of ghostly blue apparition.

“Diego,” Ben whispers back, tears in his eyes and genuine joy behind them rather than anything mocking.

“And I'm Klaus,” Klaus inputs, but not rudely.

They laugh and it's so weird to hear them laughing before they've hit puberty that they all stop pretty quickly, but then dissolve into hysteria again because they'd all been comically in sync.

“You really weren’t ever lying, were you? Oh, you absolute-” Diego clears his throat, offering Klaus an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Klaus, really.”

After Ben nudges him pointedly, Klaus sighs. “You’re the last person that should be apologising. And, um, I believe a ‘thank you�� is in order.”

“Did-” Diego coughs away the emotion lodged in his throat and replaces it with a small smile- “he used to order you around even when- when he was, uh…”

Klaus cocks his head and lets out a small chuckle. “When he was blue and ghostly? Yeah. He used to try.”

“And then I Patrick… Uh, Patrick something-ed you!” Ben argues smugly.

Despite his clear temptation to reprimand Ben on how he should know the names of iconic people by now, Klaus just grins, the hollow look that’s usually present in his eyes replaced with something close to elation.

Although that might be the lack of drugs and alcohol in his system, Diego notes. If there are any perks of going through life all over again, one of them is definitely that he has the chance to prevent his brother from being reduced to a traumatised, homeless junkie.

Just then, Luther starts rapidly talking behind them and Diego realises he’d forgotten just how irritating that voice could be. He wants to stay and listen and respect his - kind of older - brother, he sort of really does, but there’s definitely something else he’d rather do with his time.

“I have a suggestion,” he announces.

Both of his brothers look mildly surprised before sharing a look, Klaus then turning back to and winking at Diego before he and Ben swivel and start to sprint. Diego huffs in annoyance but the three of them being on the same page again is comforting enough to send any potential dejection away as he chases after them, taking a second to wonder why he’d run around in a leather holster of sorts when he was so much quicker without the weight of it.

As it is, they reach the car at the same time. Or rather, they reach the space where the car had been at the same time. And then they promptly realise that, of course, the car Diego hadn’t grown up and fashioned yet wouldn’t be there.

Diego bites his lip and looks around awkwardly as Ben laughs. In the end, it’s Klaus who solves their problem by staring at and then slowly pointing to a rather rusty car. “We can take that one.”

“Steal it?” Diego asks, his tone making it clear that he doesn’t want Klaus to indulge in theft anymore.

But Klaus shakes his head. “Nah, it’s not stealing if the owner’s ghost is inviting me to take it, is it?”

Ben looks shocked for a moment, as if he’d forgotten he’d no longer be able to see ghosts too, but recovers and reacts the fastest anyway, nodding enthusiastically and pulling Klaus towards the car. Naturally, Diego pushes past them and climbs into the driver’s seat as Klaus and Ben follow and eventually settle into the passenger’s seat, squashed together but clearly not bothered about it.

“Where to, guys?” Diego asks, turning the engine on.

Ben puts a hand over Klaus’ mouth as he answers: “My room, please.”

For a second, both Klaus and Diego stop breathing. It’s understandable that he’d want to go back there but going back there holds the risk of running into one Reginald Hargreeves and they’re not sure how good of an idea that is.

Before either of them can voice that thought, Ben lets out a rather satisfied giggle. “See? I can give you false information just as well as Klaus can.”

Klaus groans, finally pushing Ben’s hand away and giving him an incredulous look. “Seriously? It took an apocalypse for you to get enough confidence for that?”

Diego interrupts at this point by pressing down on the accelerator and causing them all to be thrown back. “Sorry!” he mutters, adrenaline roaring in his veins before he can figure out how to slow down.

When he turns to his brothers, Klaus is frozen, with Ben clinging to him like some sort of koala. He can’t even tell which of their expressions is more hilarious and he wishes he had one of those camera phones Eudora was always trying to convince him to buy so he could capture the moment.

“What about that ice cream place?” Klaus suggests, starting to poke Ben’s hair as if in awe of its existence.

Diego nods. “Sure. It won’t be as good as Ben’s masterpieces though.”

Ben abruptly snaps out of his shocked daze and bats Klaus’ hand away with an affronted look before staring at Diego slyly. “There might be a lot less crying with this one, though.”

They almost crash.

Very narrowly avoiding hitting a lamppost, Diego coughs yet again. “You, uh, you saw that?”

Klaus rolls his eyes, going to put his feet up on the dashboard but realising he’s not tall enough before settling on folding his arms. “Which part of Ben haunting me did you not understand when I told you?”

“The part where you’re not sober,” Diego replies honestly.

“I am sober!” Klaus argues defensively, then groans when Ben clears his throat and reluctantly adds: “Okay, so I wasn’t sober before meeting Dave. But Ben never needed me to be sober anyway…”

Ben nods at this point. “I guess I just had more reason to stay attached.”

Diego takes a minute to focus on getting a space for their car, ending up parking perfectly and switching the engine off. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe it sooner,” he says, and he’s not sure who exactly he’s addressing.

It doesn’t matter anyway because all three of them hear it and dwell on it for only a few seconds before clambering out of the car and linking arms just like old times, Ben in the middle so he can get the full experience of being able to feel again, the three of them wearing matching, nostalgic smiles.

The owner of the car's ghost beams at them and offers a thumbs-up to Klaus, who smiles back at him and chooses not to mention it to his brothers in favour of maintaining their comfortable silence.

They’d never been an ordinary set of siblings so mundane rules of society and the etiquette of growing up hadn’t really applied to them. And now, as they take childhood in their stride for the second time, despite everything they’ve gone through, all three of them can agree they wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

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New Beginning Chapter Eleven

**A/N: Please let me know what you think. I hope the discussion Damon and Elara have at the end isn’t confusing and too hard to believe. It just popped into my head and I went with it. Let me know if you have any questions. Just so you know, we will be getting to Elijah and Klaus - just not yet. I know, I know - we all love the originals, but we have to get through a few more plot points before then. So until then, as always, please review. This chapter has been edited by my Beta Casey.***

My screeching alarm clock woke me from a dreamless sleep — one I was extremely grateful for.

A tickling sensation on my cheek alerted me that Elena was still sleeping next to me. I brushed her hair off my face and wiggled my nose to rid it of the annoying itch. I gently pulled my arm from underneath her and slid from the bed silently. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down at her sleeping, hair a tangled mess and mouth ajar. She drooled onto the pillow, and I contemplated taking a picture to use as blackmail at a later time.

There was no denying that she was a Petrova. With that came acts of selfishness and an incredible ability to pit brothers against one another. On the other hand, she was still my sister and had the potential to be an astounding person. She just needed a little help, that’s all.

I removed the hair that had started to cover her face as she tossed and turned. There was something more than last night’s dream bothering her, and I was going to find out exactly what that was. I sighed as her face scrunched with sadness and shook my head at the misfortune of what life had brought us. Sleeping in front of me was a beautiful young woman whose life was about to change drastically. She would be thrust into the supernatural, no matter how much I wished to prevent it. Even if I cruelly asked Stefan to leave, she would still be entangled in the supernatural world.

As I watched her, a feeling of resolve settled within me — I would try to protect her from what was coming. There was only so much I would be able to do, but I would still try. I almost laughed out loud when I realized she had gotten to me, the little Petrova brat! Admittedly, she had always had me wrapped around her finger, but now, I was simply no longer fighting it. She was my sister in this life, after all.

I grabbed some clothes from my closet and headed into the bathroom for a shower. When I was finishing up, I heard someone close the door to my room, and I peeked my head out of the bathroom. The steam followed me as I exited, and I tightened my hold on the towel that was wrapped around my body. My wet hair stuck to the side of my face as I peered around my empty room. Elena must have woken up, I’m sure that was all I heard.

I locked my bedroom door and pulled the towel from my body. I was just putting on my black underwear when I noticed someone on my bed. I screamed and grabbed the towel, covering myself in panic. I growled loudly when I saw it was just Rebekah, smiling at me mischievously.

“Damn you, Rebekah Mikaelson,” I panted, “Damn you to the pits of hell!”

I controlled my breathing and reached for my bra, which I had dropped in my rushed attempt to cover myself. Rebekah was perched on the end of my bed, her legs crossed and curly blonde hair bouncing slightly as she threw her head back in laughter.

“I can’t say I’m sorry El, that was hilarious. Besides, it’s not like you have something I’ve never seen before,” she giggled.

I hid in my closet and quickly threw on some jeans and one of my favorite band tees, the fantastic, amazing Linkin Park. I sat down at my vanity a moment later, looking at myself in the mirror. I brushed my fingers across the dark circles that had formed under my dull green eyes. The night before had taken the brightness from not only my eyes but my skin as well. I looked paler than typical, dry, and dehydrated.

I ran my hairbrush quickly through my knotted hair, wincing when I met a particularly rough patch. I grabbed a black hair tie and threw my hair up into a messy bun, too exhausted to care what I looked like.

“You look as bad as I do,” Rebekah said.

I sent her an artfully evil glare, one her Hybrid brother would be proud of, and stood, grabbing my jacket.

“I feel like death Beka. You should pity anyone who stands in my way today. I think I could even take on an Original if I had too,” I said, my voice dry.

As she stood, I couldn’t help but notice how her gray skin matched by carpet almost exact. My stomach rolled, and I knew I’d never been able to get that image from my head.

“Well, someone is in a mood today,” she said, looking into my eyes with worry.

I brushed past her and grabbed my dirty clothes from the floor, “I had a strange dream last night and then woke up to Elena in bed with me. Something similar happened to her, she had a nightmare of my death…on my birthday…”

I was unable to finish my sentence. Rebekah froze, her face a picture of pure shock,

“She saw your death? But how is that possible? You haven’t told her, and if someone else had she would have freaked and blown up!”

I nodded in agreement. If Elena had found out, I would have had an outraged sister on my hands. There was no way she could hide knowing about my curse from me.

“I agree, and that proves that something else is going on. I don’t think she had a premonition but the idea that she saw my death happening on my birthday—” I paused for a moment as I tossed my clothes into the hamper. “that is too close for comfort. Something is going on, and I need to find out what before she starts asking questions.”

I crossed arms and looked down at the floor.

“I don’t want anyone else knowing what is going to happen. I don’t want them being forced to live with that knowledge,”

Rebekah tapped her foot on the floor her face scrunched up in thought, “Oh my God! The Salvatores, they know about your curse!” she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. “What if they put the thought in her mind? You know that’s something vampires can do.”

I found it odd she could still snap her fingers, even though she was all but transparent. I thought over her idea, and the more I did, the more it made sense. It would be the perfect way for them to tell her without breaking the promise they had made to me. My lousy mood worsened at their potential betrayal.

“You’re right, that is something they would do, especially Damon. The dream I had was more of a memory — one starring him of course,” I hit my forehead with my hand repeatedly, “Stupid, stupid. How did I not even consider that?” I said in exasperation.

Rebekah picked at her white flapper dress, lost in thought.

“Well, I say you go to their house and find out. If they did this, you can’t let them get away with it,” she said.

I looked at my adopted sister, smiling at the determination in her expression. She surprised me, even after all these years she was still so strong.

“That’s exactly what I plan to do. I’m gonna get some answers. I don’t have time for all this extra drama,” I growled, “I swear if it was one of the Salvatores, I will not be very kind.”

I grabbed my car keys and headed towards Elena’s room. Her room was dark and empty,

Great, where had she disappeared too?

I walked downstairs and found the rest of the house empty as well. I took my bag from the table beside the door and left the empty house behind.

I drove to the Grill after receiving no answer when I called Elena and Jeremy. The Salvatores and any of their little tricks were just going to have to wait until I knew what had Elena so on edge.

I pulled into the Grill and hopped out of the car. Heading inside, I was greeted with the familiar smell I had come to associate with Mystic grill — food, alcohol, and tobacco. They were fairly busy, even though it was still early in the day, but this was a small town. For the younger crowds, it was pretty much the only place to hang out on a Saturday.

I looked around and noticed Damon wasn’t at the bar. He must still be missing his ring, something I knew would have him in a violent rage. At least I had a pretty good idea where I could find him. My eyebrow rose when I noticed Elena and Stefan speaking earnestly in a booth towards the back. Elena looked about as bad as I did, her face stressed and pale. I gave Stefan a once over and could see the fear he was trying very hard to hide. After growing up with him, it was easy to catch all the telltale signs that he was barely hanging on — whatever it was that he was discussing with Elena was a big deal. There was only one thing that could be causing this much stress on both sides — she had found out.

I had to admit I was a bit relieved. I had begun to fear it had something to do with Katherine secretly lurking here in Mystic Falls. I casually put my hands in my jacket pockets and strolled towards their table. When I was close enough to hear a bit of their conversation, I lowered myself to the floor and started messing with the shoestrings of my pink converse.

“You said you would explain everything — that’s why I asked you to meet me here,” Elena asked harshly, “When you google vampire you get a world of fiction. What’s the reality?”

So, they hadn’t gotten very far into everything… yet. I stood up and looked around; neither of them were being very careful, and I was afraid the wrong person would hear something they shouldn’t. When I was satisfied that no one was listening, I quickly sat down next to Stefan with a fake smile plastered on my face. Time to get this over with — it would do no one any good if she tried to hide the world I already knew about from me.

“Hey, Lena, everything ok? You both seem stressed,” I said, throwing my arm over Stefan’s shoulder.

He gave me an ‘Are you serious’ expression, which I, of course, ignored. Elena looked at Stefan in fear and tried to smile at me, but her nervousness shone through her doe eyes.

“Elara, this is actually a private conversation… could you wait at another table for me?”

I pulled my arm away from Stefan and kept my eyes on hers. I tilted my head to the side and gave her a sarcastic half-smile.

“Oh, Lena. No, this isn’t a private conversation, because I could hear everything you were saying as I walked up,” I said, turning towards Stefan. “You should use those enhanced senses to make sure no one is listening if you plan on having such an important conversation in a public place.”

Elena’s eyes widened in fear as her cheeks inflamed. She pulled her brown hair from her eyes and tried to act casual, “Ellie, that was a joke between us. You can’t honestly believe any of it,” she laughed sarcastically.

I leaned back in my seat and smiled at her. She had a sheen of sweat covering her forehead — she was anxious. Stefan kept his face down, but I could see him fighting a growing smirk.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and whispered low enough for only him to hear, “I’m going to tell her the basics later today, say anything else, and I’ll make sure I show you how good I am at giving a witchy migraine.”

A thick promise of pain was layered in my voice; I would deal with his possible betrayal later. He stiffened beside me and gave me a questioning look. I squinted my eyes at him and shook my head. I turned back to Elena, who was watching us with annoyance and concern.

“Elena, I know about Stefan and Damon. I’ve known since day one,” I said.

Her brown eyes filled with anger, and I watched several expressions fight for dominance on her face. Her jaw was tight, and she was opening her mouth to speak when I held up my hands and stopped her,

“Listen, I told Stefan to tell you. I never planned on keeping you in the dark, and you should know on my end that there is more to this than just their secret,” my voice was firm as I spoke. “but I can’t discuss it here, and I’d rather do it with Jer present as well,”

Stefan turned towards me in surprise. I frowned at him until I realized he thought I meant to tell her about the curse. I bit my lip and ignored him for now.

“So, I’ll let you finish your conversation,” I said motioning for the nearby waitress. “But when you’re done, I want you to call me, and we will go home for our own.”

A bleach blonde waitress sauntered up, staring at Stefan in admiration. “What can I get you?” she asked sweetly, still keeping her eyes on him.

I gave her an annoyed expression and turned towards Stefan smiling sweetly. “Could you get me a shot of Vodka, please?” I said, sticking my bottom lip out. I used my best sisterly puppy dog eyes. “I’m gonna need it today,” I said.

He sighed loudly and avoided Elena, who was staring at us with her mouth hanging open.

He looked at the waitress with a smile and spoke slowly and softly. “You’re going to get my friend here two shots of Vodka, no questions asked,” he said.

The woman blinked once and repeated what he had told her in a monotone voice. She walked away, and I watched as she poured my shots. I bounced lightly in my seat and smiled at him brightly. Compulsion was one skill I’d love to have.

“What the hell was that?” Elena scoffed.

I looked at her and shrugged. “It’s called compulsion, Lena. It’s a very handy little skill that all vampires possess. Stefan will explain more.”

The waitress brought over my shots, handing them to me with a blank expression. I looked down at them lovingly and downed the first with only a slight grimace. Before I could pick up the second, it was gone. I looked at Stefan and scrunched up my nose at him.

“That was evil!” I gasped.

He sat down the empty shot glass and smirked, “One is plenty for you. Its early, Elandra.”

It took a second for my brain to realize what he had just said. I had started to get used to them using my old name, but my eyes widened when I realized he had used it in front of Elena. I ground my teeth together, and his face paled when he realized his mistake.

“Elandra? Who’s that?” Elena asked.

I looked down at the table and inspected the worn wood like it was the most exquisite table in the world.

“Elara…?”

Elena’s voice rose an octave as she spoke. Stefan kicked my shin, jerking my head upward and forcing me to look at her.

“Nothing,” I said dismissively, “something we can talk about later.”

I hoped this would deter her from thinking about it right now. I looked at Stefan with a blank face.

“You’re paying,” I said with a matter of fact tone. I rose from the booth and looked at my sister “Call me when you’re done, Lena,”

I walked towards the exit as fast as I could. Damn those loud-mouthed Salvatores! I got in my car and sat back for a minute, contemplating what had just happened. With a small sigh, I started the engine and drove towards the Boarding House — I might as well get this conversation over with too.

When I arrived at the Boarding House, I immediately knew something wasn’t right. I could sense it. I had always had a second sense about these things — one the perks of being a witch for so long.

I got out of the car and looked around. The atmosphere was eerie and stiff, like something out of a horror movie. What had Damon gotten himself into now? I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes tightly. I should just force him to listen to me about Katherine — at least then he would consider leaving. My eyes opened slowly as the thought crossed my mind. Was that what I wanted, really?

I pulled off my jacket and tossed it through my open window and into the back seat of the car. While I walked up to the front porch, I pulled my shirt down and tightened my hair. Fidgeting had always been one of my tells, but it was something I couldn’t seem to stop doing when I was nervous. Even though I knew I could protect myself, I still felt utterly terrified of what I might find inside. I didn’t want to see Damon as the monster he claimed to be. I had already seen him attempt to hurt Caroline; I wasn’t sure how much more I could see without hating him, and I was more afraid of hating him then of what he had become. I sometimes feared that accepting what he was and that he sometimes killed people made me a horrible person, but truth be told, I’m a firm believer hat vampires shouldn’t fight their true nature. They were natural born killers, and as long as they killed for food and not fun, I was perfectly fine with it.

When I reached the door, my hand hovered over the knob as I debated whether I should knock or just go in. Damon probably already knew I was here anyway, and without his ring, he couldn’t answer. I shook my head and mentally slapped myself, then grabbed the knob and pushed the door open. I walked through the entryway and looked around, but didn’t find Damon until I walked into the living room. He stood in the adjacent dining room with his back to me. His cell was against his ear, and he was jabbering, his voice firm and angry.

“Where are you, Stefan? I’m trapped at the house — I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient,” he growled. “Bring me my ring,” he walked back into the living room, his phone held tightly in his hand.

“Damn it!” he spat.

He walked over to the bar and filled a glass with bourbon, downing the amber liquid in one swift motion. I toed the rug with my shoe and was just about to speak when I noticed someone on the couch. I could smell something coppery in the air and my stomach twisted. I rushed over and bent down beside the couch — it was Vicki Donovan.

She was lying still, barely breathing, and smelling of blood and gasoline. I scrunched up my nose and removed the hand towel that was being used to cover her neck. The blood was starting to dry in places, so her skin pulled when I moved it away. I winced on her behalf, but she didn’t make a sound. Honestly, she looked too weak to care.

“What is this, Damon? Why are you playing with her?” I said, placing the towel back on her neck and applying pressure. “She looks like death! What were you thinking?!”

I yelled loudly, fury in my voice. He placed his glass on the bar and calmly walked over to us.

“Aw, don’t get blood on the couch!” he said exasperatedly.

I looked at him in horror. He took the towel and moved it away; this time, Vicki tried to protest.

“Please?” Damon asked with false politeness. “I got you good, didn’t I?” he said, eying the deep wound on the side of her neck.

My mouth was still agape as he sighed deeply and stared down at her in boredom. Would he seriously go this far just to have something to occupy his time? This was exactly what I was afraid of. I’ve been around many vampires in my time, but never long enough to deal with acts like this. I had witnessed them feed and taunt, but never had I seen one play with their food — not like this.

“What the hell, Damon?” I asked, throwing my hand in the air, still in shock. “Why did you do this to her?” I questioned.

He looked at me, his face empty of emotion. Even his crystal eyes were vacant, almost like he had flipped the switch. If I hadn’t known him for as long as I had, that would be precisely what I thought. Luckily, I knew that he was pushing everything down, but it was still there — he just wanted people to believe he was an unfeeling monster. No, I could fight for his humanity, not only for his sake but for Stefan’s as well. I wasn’t able to save them the first time, but I could now— I had to at least try.

“What? I had to feed, and for some reason, this girl just didn’t seem to want to die. So, I brought her here,” he shrugged. “I’m bored, Ellie,” he finished, his voice lacking any emotion.

I sat back on the table behind me and lifted my head to the sky as if asking for divine intervention. Honestly, at this point, I sort of was asking for divine intervention.

“Well, you’re not gonna be any fun today,” he whispered to Vicki.

I lowered my head and watched him closely as he stood up and walked to the side of the couch where her head rested. I tilted my head to the side, shaking it in disappointment. I knew trying to intervene wouldn’t make a bit of difference. If he wanted a plaything, he would have one.

“I’m so gonna regret this,” he sighed and bit into his wrist.

There was a ripping sound when his teeth met his flesh, and I shivered. He bent down and placed his now bleeding wrist to Vicki’s mouth. I looked away in slight disgust as she struggled.

“Drink up. Drink up. Don’t drip,” Damon said gently, running his other hand over the side of her face in an almost loving manner.

After a few seconds, she finally gave in and drank from him deeply.

“There you go, good girl, that’s it,” he praised softly.

I felt sickened, and I was sure that’s exactly what he wanted. Instead of running from the room, I decided to play along. At least then I could keep an eye on them.

I remained on the table with my arms crossed and watched as her wound healed almost instantly. When her eyelids fluttered, I stood and walked over to the bar. I grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim with Damon’s Bourbon. I heard him compel Vicki to go upstairs and take a shower, but I kept my gaze on the glass in my hand. I listened to her footsteps recede as she headed upstairs. I took a drink and enjoyed the burn as it slid down my throat. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe that this was what my life had become.

I sensed Damon behind me but ignored him.

“You gonna stick around for the party, love?” He whispered in my ear, his breath was warm and smelt of blood. The coppery scent made my stomach swirl.

I turned around and meet his heated gaze. He was testing me, and I knew it.

“Yeah, I think I will. I have nothing else to do today. It’ll give me the chance to make sure you don’t fuck this up even more than you already have,” I said, sitting my glass down without breaking eye contact. “Oh, and don’t call me love,” I leaned into him and ran my nose across his jaw. “You have no right.”

I pushed past him with a rough shove and sat down in an armchair by the couch. I crossed my legs and watched him make himself another drink, then pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Stefan.

“You need to bring Damon his ring NOW! Things are getting out of hand. You should have never tried to interfere with his plans, it only made things worse.”

Damon sat on the arm of my chair and leaned over me. “Who are you texting El, Boyfriend?” he asked, putting his hand behind my head. “Lover? Or…ohhhh girlfriend?” he abashedly said.

I slapped him on the chest as hard as I could. He fake pouted, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Your brother, actually. I told him he needs to return what belongs to you. I also told him how stupid he was to try and get in the way of whatever your planning. What is that, by the way?” I asked, raising my brow.

He patted my head as if I were a small child, and pulled me out of the seat before taking my place. I scoffed loudly and started to walk away before he pulled me onto his lap.

“What makes you think I’m planning something, Elandra?” he asked.

I laughed sarcastically and tried to pull myself away from him.

“Because, I know you, Damon — probably even better than Stefan does,”

I finally got out of his tight grasp, then walked behind his chair and put my hands on his shoulders. I rubbed his muscles with a firm touch, smiling at the low groan that escaped his lips.

“I was only asking out of courtesy Damon, or did you forget that I was very close with Emily Bennett?”

Before I could even blink, he was out of the chair and beside me. “What do you know about any of this, El? You weren’t around when it happened.”

Damon looked at me in confusion. I had gotten exactly what I wanted by bringing up Emily — Damon did have a shred of emotion left.

“Just because you and I were no longer speaking when you made your deal with Em, doesn’t mean I never knew about it,” I rolled my eyes and stepped away from him. “Emily and I burned together, after all. We were pretty close,”

I cleared my throat and decided to just do it — to tell him. He needed to know.

“I never wanted to tell you this Damon, but I knew when you returned,”

I closed my eyes at the sound of his gasp. I didn’t want to open this old wound, but it was necessary.

“I knew that you were back in town and I knew that you fell for Katherine. I knew that she had you under her spell. I just didn’t know that you had fallen so hard for her. It wasn’t until someone told me that you loved her, that I finally realized the truth. You had chosen her,”

I sat down, wringing my hands, and looked up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face pained. I looked away and frowned. After he returned on leave, I’d expected him to come to find me. When Katherine visited and told me he was back and had been spending his time with her, I knew he had fallen for her. She had captured his attention, and I had been forgotten. It’s a hard pill to swallow, knowing you weren’t good enough for someone you loved.

“How…did…” the anger in his eyes was hard as steel. “…was it Stefan?”

I shook my head and let out an irritated tisk. Not everything was Stefan’s fault.

“No, it wasn’t Stef — it was Katherine, actually. She told me you were home on leave. She and Emily visited me a lot. I trained with Em, and Katherine was never far behind,” I said, looking down at my hands.

He had started pacing while I spoke, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. I wasn’t bringing it up to hurt him, but he needed to know everything. I had mentioned to him several times now that I had spoken to Katherine in another life, and if I had, then it should be evident to him that Katherine wasn’t in the tomb. He had either heard me and refused to believe it, or had selective hearing.

“Katherine told you about us, and you never showed up and confronted me?” he asked in disbelief.

His face was a mixture of anger and something else, something I wasn’t able to place. It was almost as if he felt betrayed that I never tried to regain his attention.

“No, but she loved mentioning that you and Stefan fought over her. She never told me that you were sleeping with her, but it wasn’t hard to guess at, Damon. Besides, I figured if you didn’t want me to know you were home and hid away from me when I was around, then why bother with you at all?”

I sighed and stood from the seat. I walked over to him with my hands on the back of my neck — this whole conversation was tiring. I could feel the stress covering me like a lead blanket. Standing in front of him, I could see how hard this conversation was on him too. Yes, he was the one who cheated on me and had thought it was something that had been lost to time, but it wasn’t hard to see it was one of his biggest regrets. I guessed he hoped I’d imagined their relationship had started after I died, that he had returned to find me dead and gone, only moving on after grieving the appropriate amount of time. When I didn’t speak for a moment, he looked at me, running his hand through his hair. Not knowing what more to say at that moment, I let out an audible breath and let a half-hearted smile ease his worries.

“Listen, Damon, it was a long time ago. I got over it. I was told everything I hadn’t already known from an old friend in my next life. I also heard it from Katherine just a century after that,” I said, hoping he would bring up the fact that I was trying to ease him into the idea that she was living her life, and not stuck in a tomb.

When he didn’t mention it and just walked away towards the curtain covered window, I let out a loud growl of annoyance. He didn’t turn around or even acknowledge my outburst, possibly thinking it had to do with our past. In anger, I lifted my arm and opened my palm, and with one swift motion, I focused on Damon and pulled him towards me. A loud shocked gasp filled the silence as his whole body lifted into the air and came flying in my direction. I twirled my index finger, and his body twisted around and faced me. Without caring how much it would hurt, I closed my hand into a fist and dropped him. He landed directly in front of me, I smiled down at his crumpled form.

“Now that I have your attention, you are going to listen to me,” I sternly said.

He pushed himself onto his hands and knees and lifted his angry oceanic eyes to mine. “Damon Salvatore, I know how much she means to you, but you have to know she isn’t where you think she is. She never was. I - Have - Seen - Her!” I said enunciating the last part of the sentence.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes clouded. I bent down to his level and gently laid my palm on his cheek. I ran my fingers across his tense brow and bit my lip. I was past everything that happened between us, it was long since forgotten. I chose to only remember the good and to be honest, I didn’t blame him. He was a weak human man. How could I expect him to win against a beautiful vampire Goddess? She used all of his insecurities to make him believe she loved him and wanted him for eternity.

“Damon, you have two choices. One, you can remember that I would never lie to you. Or two, you can continue to try and find a way to open the tomb and see for yourself. Either way, I will be there to help you. No matter what, you are still my friend,” I whispered with a small sigh.

I stood, pulling him to his feet and leading him over to the couch he had placed Vicki on. We sat in silence, the only sound between us my slow breathing. He had long since sat still enough to remind me of a statue, not a single breath or movement to make him appear even slightly human. I watched him with concern for his mental wellbeing. I wasn’t sure what I could do or say to make any of it better. His body was slouched forward his head in his hands, elbows pressing into his knees. Tension filled his whole body, I wanted to touch him, to give him at least a small reminder that he wasn’t alone. I was buried so deep in my own thoughts that his sudden intake of breath caused me to jump so high the couch rattled beneath me.

“I’m so sorry for the way our relationship ended. If I had been around and not pushed your safety onto Stefan, then I would have been there to protect you. Instead, I was in Katherine’s bed as you burned to death,” he said, his breath hitching.

I licked my dry lips, unsure of what I was supposed to say to that. “No matter what, I would have died Damon, I’m cursed,”

He lifted his head and glared at me. “I blamed Stefan for so long, even though I should have been the one there. He knew everything, yet he kept it from you, even after I tried to get between him and Elena. He truly is the better man,” he whispered, so low I could not be sure that’s exactly what he said.

He gripped his hair tightly in frustration as he stood from the couch and paced in front of me.

“I have to know for sure. I have to see it for myself. After everything, loving her cost me, I can’t believe she would do that,” he mumbled, in an almost crazed fashion.

He walked over to the bar and grabbed the glass container of bourbon, lifting it to his lips. He started chugging it like a dying man finding an oasis in the desert. I shook my head in sympathy.

“Ok, Damon, ok. We will open the tomb,” I said slowly.

As much as I hated the idea of how broken he would be once we opened the tomb, I would help him. Until then, we both needed a distraction. Making a quick decision, I walked over to the stereo and turned it on. Loud music filled the room, and I made my way to the bar. He looked at me in confusion his brows raised in question.

I pried the bourbon from his tight grasp and filled a glass, raising it in the air with a sly grin. “We’re stuck here, for now. So we might as well have some fun!” I said, lifting the glass to my lips.

He softly chuckled with a small smile on his lips, but it wasn’t enough to reach his eyes.

“All is forgiven, Damon. But if you want to, you can make it up to me by showing me a good time. I’ve heard your good at that, Mr. Salvatore,” I playfully said.

He grabbed the small silver stereo remote and switched the song to something with an excellent beat. “That I am Ms. Miller,” he said with a tired smirk.

I sat my empty glass down and started dancing a circle around him and was quickly joined by Vicki. I hadn’t even noticed her return. I looked down to find that she was only wearing a bra and panties. I turned towards Damon, who was eyeing me expectantly. I almost laughed at the challenge and shook my head with a shrug. I connected hands with her, and we both lifted ourselves onto the table in front of the couch. I grabbed the bottle of Vodka she was holding and took a swig. When in Rome, I guess.

#vampire diaries #damon salvatore #klaus mikaelson #oc #submission

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allofusandco · 7 years ago

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Nik and Liv go on a date.

Nik:

Nik was pretty sure he was going to hyperventilate before he got to Liv’s door. This was a mistake, a terrible mistake, but there was no going back now. He was going to forever blame Ben (and the alcohol) for talking him in to asking her out, but that blame was likely going to be short-lived…because he was dying. For sure dying.

Oh god. He couldn’t do this.

He circled the block, giving himself a minute to pull it together. It had been entirely too long since he’d been on any sort of proper date, and this was…well, this was Olivia. Nik was certain she’d only said yes because saying no would have been awkward. He fully intended to give her an out before the night was over; he intended to let her know that it was okay for her to have said no. But he wasn’t going to be that guy – the one that blamed it on alcohol. While the alcohol may have given him the courage, Nik really did want to take her out.

She was beautiful, and he was almost certain it had been a very long time since someone had done something nice for her.

There was a small carnival in town – one of those there for a week and gone type of things. Cotton candy. Ferris wheels. Corn dogs. Games that hardly anyone ever won. Nik thought it sounded fun, thought she might enjoy herself, so he’d decided on that and a drink afterward…and dinner too if she wasn’t a corn dog and popcorn type of girl.

Finally he was together enough to actually make it up the stairs with the daisies he’d bought at the flower shop down the street. He knocked almost timidly, still fighting the urge to run. When she opened the door, he let out a breath and held up the flowers. “You look beautiful, Olivia. These are for you. I do hope you don’t mind the carnival. I thought perhaps it would be nice to have something fun.” (And not overly serious in case she hadn’t actually wanted to go.) “My car is just outside if you are ready.”

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Liv:

Liv stood by the window. “He’s driving around the block,” she said.

Enzo laughed. “Give him a break, pet. He’s probably scared witless.”

Liv tipped her head, and shrugged. She pulled a hair band off her wrist and pulled the mess of bouncing curls into something resembling a pony tail, and pulled her red leather jacket over her clothes. “He brought flowers. Do guys still do that?”

Enzo stood at her shoulder. “That is sweet,” he said. “Maybe they should.” He dropped back onto the couch and reached for the remote. “Have fun.”

Downstairs, Liv took the flowers with a smile, and one dramatically arched eyebrow. “These are beautiful,” she said, by way of a hello. “Daisies. The divine feminine. Let me just put them in water.” She winked, a divine female in his midst, though it was very unlikely he knew a whole lot of either floriography or herbal magic.

“Carnival sounds perfect,” she said. “I feel like my diet has been lacking in terrifying E-numbers lately, and I’m very, very gifted at winning stuffed animals. It’s practically uncanny,” she said, settling into the car and pulling the door closed untouched. He could put two and two together. Liv pulled a tube of cherry lip balm out of her pocket and touched up her lips. “I saw the advertisement in that little local rag. You ever pick that up? You should – the classifieds might be the funniest in the country.”

Okay, so Liv was just a touch nervous too. It didn’t seem like it was all that long ago that she’d been wheedling at him, and he’d been blinking at her, unable to understand why she had to be so cruel. Spontaneous dinner was one thing. A real date?

She was glad it was something as uncomplicated as a carnival, anyway.

“Want me to win you a goldfish? Because I can do that. I’m sure Alaric would let you keep it. Actually, he’d let you keep a monkey right now, he’s in such a good mood. You know as soon as he got home, Damon moved in? I don’t mean in the pre-trip sleeping over every night sense – he brought all his stuff.”

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Nik:

The scent of her cherry lip balm filled the car, and Nik found himself wondering what it tasted like…and then immediately chastised himself for thinking that way. “You are? Good because my aim is horrendous, and I’m fairly certain they’re all rigged in favor of the house anyway. If you’ve anything that improves our odds, I’ll not bat an eye.” He smiled, relaxing almost immediately.

This didn’t have to be awkward; they were friends, having a nice night out.

Of course, that didn’t stop his heart from hammering a mile a minute in his chest, but whatever.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever picked that up. I heard about it on the radio whilst I was working on some lighting upstairs. There was a flickering light in my bedroom, and I didn’t want to bother Alaric with it, so I took care of it. There must have been some sort of short in the wiring. It hasn’t happened since.”

Was he really talking about lighting with her? Ugh. Someone needed to give him a lesson on how to small talk with someone he was interested in getting to know. His skills were seriously lacking.

Luckily, Liv had turned the conversation back to the carnival; he’d never been so grateful. “A goldfish? Umm, I think I’ll pass. I had a turtle when I was small…it was a disastrous. I’m not that good with pets. I suspect that…”

Damon moved in?

“I had not realized he was there permanently.” Of course, he was already there so much that he might as well have lived there. It just pushed Nik’s timeline for moving out up; he didn’t want to be the third wheel in a house full of what basically amounted to newlyweds. “I’ve been out a bit more lately, so I hadn’t noticed him being there any more than usual. Good for them; I truly hope they are happy.”

He pulled up outside the carnival gates, circled a few times before finally finding a parking spot, and shut off the ignition. “Goldfish, no, but I am not opposed to a giant pink teddy bear,” he teased, stepping out of the car to open her door for her. “You’re not the type to shy away from the spinny rides are you? They’re a favorite of mine.”

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Liv:

“And he’s an electrician,” Liv said to herself. Much as she was already missing making her dog jokes, there was something so appealing about someone who just did things that needed doing, and more to the point, knew how. “Well, anyway. Pick it up some time. The classifieds are hilarious.” She adjusted her hair. Not from nerves, no! Shut up.

“Permanently is a very bog word,” she sighed. “And vampires are jumpy. But I’d say there’s something at least long-term about it, since there was a lot of clothing, and Alaric’s basement has some new boxes. Which it obviously needed, to balance all the boxes already down there. At least there’s probably nothing too dangerous in Damon’s boxes. All bark. Oops, that was not a dig at wolves, that was a dig at Damon.”

Parking wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it might be. Probably, they hit that magic hour of the day when the parents took the kids home, and the crowd left behind was a little older, and a lot less prone to vomit on the ferris wheel.

“The spinnier the better,” Liv said. Alright, the door opening thing might have been slightly annoying at first – modern girl, doesn’t need the door opened for her, but Klaus was utterly guileless, just exactly that old fashioned. “Better save the giant pink teddy bear until we’re done with the rides, huh?”

Also, that had been a dumb thing to joke about. Supernaturally enhanced aim meant that not only was she going to win him a teddy bear, but if this was ever going to go anywhere, he was going to have to keep it. Carry it past Damon and Alaric and ooh, the brother.

“I saw your brother,” she said. Was it rude to pry? Yes, it was. Did Liv care? “So, your family is absolutely full of secrets. No judgment here. Does he know he’s a witch? Some men don’t like that word, I know, but warlock sounds so… tabletop roleplaying, you know? Like he should be wear a – fuck me, look at that roller coaster. Alright, we need hot dogs, snow cones, and then that roller coaster.”

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Nik:

“Perhaps the giant pink teddy bear can be the last thing we do before leaving,” Nik smiled, head ducking almost shyly as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets and began walking to the front gate of the fair. He knew full well that Liv intended to use witchcraft to win the biggest pink bear she could find – and he also knew that meant he would have to display it proudly so as not to hurt her feelings.

The lengths he went to for those he cared about was staggering.

“Elijah, yes my brother.” Her question caught him off guard even though Ric had filled him in on the ring that Elijah wore and exactly what that meant for them. “Um, no, he doesn’t know yet. Ric told me only a few days ago, and I’m not quite sure how to broach the subject with him. He’s not…taking it all very well, I think. He’s very stoic, of course, in that typical Elijah fashion…but…” How was he supposed to tell his brother that yes, werewolves existed, but so did witches – and surprise! You’re one too.

It wasn’t an easy conversation to have.

Warlock. He couldn’t wrap his mind around that term, especially when it applied to Elijah.

Nik looked up at the profanity, eyes following her gaze to the biggest roller coaster he’d ever seen outside of a stationary amusement park. “Bloody hell,” he said, whistling under his breath. And Liv wanted hot dogs and sno-cones…and then to ride that? He just hoped those hot dogs and sno-cones didn’t end up making a reappearance.

Wouldn’t that be an awful end to a first date?

He found himself hoping that werewolves had some supernatural immunity to throwing up. Maybe he needed to ask Ric…

Nik pulled out his wallet, paid the admission, and then held out his hand for the stamp. The smells of friend…well, everything…filed his senses at almost the exact time the thrilled screams of riders sounded from the death trap Liv was so intent on riding. “Hot dogs first? Oh! They have fried Oreos…I haven’t had those since the fair in New Orleans. Shall we, love?” Nik was smiling – the first genuine smile in a very long time.

And it was all because of her.

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Liv:

Liv was pretty sure Alaric would do anything to have magic of his own; to know Elijah was walking around with that ring on his finger (also worth noting, a target on his back) and no idea at all had to ache a bit. Liv said nothing. And wouldn’t. She hoped Alaric would convince Elijah to take the thing off before someone severed his hand for it, though.

“Yep,” she said. “That. Is it really worse than your ‘spinny rides’?” She hooked her arm around Nik’s elbow and held out her hand for a stamp, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder again as she watched a train full of people come screaming around the corner with their arms in the air. “Don’t worry. The pressure on your body is too high to puke while you’re in the air, and once you’re down, I’ll conjure you a bag. See? I’m a gentleman too.”

Deep-fried oreos. “I know it’s just because of your accent, but I still have trouble picturing you there. Great town, though I can’t safely show my face there again…” she let herself be led to the stand Nik had found. “This sounds disgusting, I definitely need one.” A bit of a sweet tooth, yes, but mostly a preference for not turning anything down, the first time; how else was Liv supposed to figure out what she liked?

This time, she paid, and didn’t give Nik a chance to argue. She liked the chivalry, but she was used to her independence; they were both going to have to compromise, there, if this was going to work, and Liv found herself hoping it would work.

Sweet battered, and deep fried, and dusted with icing sugar, the vendor handed them over in a brown paper bag with a couple of napkins. They were hot, but Liv paused there in the middle of the thoroughfare to shake one daintily from its now-greasy abode and caught in in a napkin.

“This definitely looks disgusting,” she said, approvingly. “I’m impressed. It makes you wonder about the guy who looked at an oreo and wondered how he could improve on it. Don’t look at me like that, you know it was a man. Probably with a werewolf metabolism.” She batted her eyelashes and nibbled the edge, unwilling to let it cool any more.

“Not bad,” she said. “Definitely needs a hot dog to wash it down, though. With mild chilli sauce and fried onions. … preferably a kransky dog.”

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Nik:

“My hero,” he said playfully as he rolled his eyes. The thought of Liv conjuring up a puke bag on their first date was enough to nearly give Nik hives. He would never live that down; it was probably best to keep all his stuff inside then. “How did I get fortunate enough to be on a date with such a considerate soul?”

He said date. He officially labeled this a date. Nik thought he might hyperventilate.

“You can’t…wait. New Orleans is a very forgiving town. They practically have breasts as the state symbol.” He eyed her curiously, trying and failing to keep a smile off his face. Liv seemed to bring that out of him though, the smile – the light heartedness. He loved it all. “What exactly did you to for your face to become persona non grata?”

It was probably one hell of a story.

“Werewolf metabolism…” Nik shook his head admonishingly, but laughed at her words anyway. She likely wasn’t wrong. “I’ll give you a man likely invented them, though. I suspect that no sane women would look at an oreo and think perfection needed to be improved upon. I do, however, suspect that the deep fried tequila was a female creation. Angel food cake soaked in tequila and deep fried?” He took a bite of his oreo, making a face as the molten lava hit his tongue. “That was definitely a woman.”

Nik started to make a crack about whether or not she could conjure breath mints after that hot dog, but he didn’t because that implied good-night kisses. He was already so nervous about that (or what the lack thereof meant) that he was playing scenario after scenario in his head.

He pointed to a hot dog stand that was conveniently located next to set of tables with a big red and white Coke umbrella covering them. “Look. It’s like they knew you were coming. Shall we get dinner and sit? Eat without swallowing it whole?” Though, with this stuff maybe swallowing it whole was best? “It will give us a moment to steel ourselves for that.” Nik pointed up to the rollercoaster, still not completely trusting it. He was a werewolf, nothing short of decapitation would kill him…but he’d heard stories.

Taking her hand ( a bold move that he hoped didn’t get his own torn off) and set out in search of the most obnoxious hot dogs they could find.

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Liv:

Liv met Nik’s eyes. Deadpan, she said, “I took off my shirt at St John’s Infirmary, stole two bottles of whiskey and streaked down Bourbon Street. I don’t know why no one appreciated it. I mean, it wasn’t Mardi Gras, but the town’s not usually that stitched up; it was really good bourbon, though.”

Nik’s expression was priceless, and Liv let out a tinkling laugh.

“New Orleans is crawling with witches. I have absolutely no idea how many of them know my family, but I’m not taking any risks. So, New Orleans is out of bounds until I’m… safe. Whatever that means.”

On to better topics, before Liv lost all sense of decency and pointed out that Nik’s mom was probably a witch, since Elijah was wearing that ring, and that it would be very odd if Elijah was the only sibling with those sorts of abilities. It might be in her nature to needle and see if she could get a reaction, but she was trying to perhaps not be so automatically… Liv-like. Maybe then she wouldn’t be so tired. Maybe abrasive was done with.

“I have to admit, I’ve never heard of deep-fried tequila. And yes, I’m willing to bet that was a woman.” And actually, that was genius. “But now I’ve heard of it, I really, really want it. So, maybe next time.” Next date. Whatever. Liv had no idea what she was doing, here; dating wasn’t exactly in her wheelhouse. Trust her to get slightly – slightly – swept off her feet by the last gentleman in the city.

She let Nik take her hand. Strange sensation, but she didn’t hate it. She squeezed lightly back and let herself by led to the hot dog stand.

“I could use some of those curly fries, too,” she said. Curly fries. Did they even contain potato? Mostly batter, she thought, but they were cute. And sitting down sounded good.

So, kransky dog, fried onion, mustard and mild hot sauce, screw the sauerkraut because that’s obviously gross. Side of curly fries. All served up in those ugly plastic baskets that are synonymous with these sorts of fairs.

“Smells perfect,” she said, a few minutes later, sitting on a plastic chair. Somewhere, she could the sound of carousel music, a taunting voice daring them to try the haunted house. A witch and a werewolf. That could go hilariously wrong.

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Nik:

For one horrifying second, Nik was sure Olivia was telling the truth about New Orleans, but then her explanation made much more sense. He should have figured that a place like New Orleans would be crawling with the supernatural. It just hadn’t been something he thought about after the curse was trigged and he ran. But…safe. Yes, he wanted her safe.

It surprised him how his thoughts automatically drifted to what he would do to keep her out of harm’s way. What was even more surprising was that the answer was nearly anything. He would do nearly anything to make sure she was safe and happy.

The food looked awful, but smelled divine. He was pretty sure they were going to pay for this after the first ride, but he wasn’t one to rain on anyone’s parade. Besides, if she could conjure one of those little airplane sickness bags, things were going to work out fine.

He hoped.

“You know I never once thought about things that went bump in the night before…well…you know. I lived in New Orleans for years since coming from London, and I’ve heard all the stories. I figured they were just stories though; I never gave them more than a passing thought.” Nik stared at the hot dog for the longest moment, trying to figure out a way to best attack it. Finally shrugging, he just picked it up and risked the mess.

“Now, I still think some things are ridiculous.” He kept going after he chewed. “I mean, that cat thing in Alaric’s alleyway. Is there some sort of spell that can be done to figure out what it is? I’m pretty sure it’s no mere cat.” That thing creeped Nik out. Beady eyes and black swishing tail.

He almost shivered.

“But I mean, things like unicorns and fairies. I’m assuming they’re not real. Vampires, werewolves, witches…are there other shifters? Besides wolves?” Nik assumed Olivia might know more than him, seeing as how she had been born into this life and he was relatively new.

The curly fries were delicious, despite being batter and grease. This was the best idea for a first date, and he was already hoping and planning for a second. It was a question that hit him out of nowhere, but he wanted to know the answer. Perhaps her answer would give him the courage to ask for that second date, or let him know that she wasn’t interested. “Why did you say yes? When I asked you here tonight? I never really suspected that you liked me overly much, so…why?”

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Liv:

“Oh, that thing is most certainly not a cat,” Liv said. “If it was, it would go for one of the birds every now and then, but all it does is watch the shop. But if there’s a spell, I don’t know what it is. I did one, the day after I started. Just a simple spell to reveal anything that might not be what it seems to be. You go into a sort of trance, and just look around, and you can see things that aren’t behaving the way they’re supposed to behave. That shop – it was a mistake. There’s a haunted book. Yes, I told Ric, he put it in a curse box while he decides what to do with it. I found an old necklace concealing an extremely powerful protection charm. He marked up the price about a thousand percent, but my plan is to sell it to someone who really needs it. And that’s just scratching the surface. Nothing too dangerous, anyway. But the cat – I went outside, and it was sitting on the fence, completely black. Since it seems unlikely that a black cat is masquerading as a tortoiseshell, I have to assume the thing is immune. Which is intriguing.”

She chewed thoughtfully for a moment, and swallowed, chasing it with a drink.

“But I didn’t get a bad feeling. I think it might be a kind of familiar. Like I told you, Ric learned runecraft all by himself, no magic. He’s not a witch, but he’s got more power than he realizes. I wouldn’t tell him that, if I were you; he’s got a dangerous streak, and I wouldn’t want him fucking with his karma by trying to get more of it. Our little secret, okay? But I think that cat, whatever it is, is keeping an eye on him. So, whatever, I’ll keep an eye on it. Ric keeps an eye on me – I swear he sees some poor orphan girl when he looks at me – so it’s a perfect circle.”

Liv smirked. “And for the record, fairies are real. And if you ever attract the attention of one, you need to do something to appease it, or it will fuck up your life.” She finished with a wink, and went back to her food.

And then he had to ask a question about feelings.

Liv sighed, and thought about it. Why had she said yes? Because he was making her laugh. She didn’t laugh often enough. But it was more than that. She shook her head, and a tendril of curly hair fell over one eyes. She pushed it back behind her ear.

“Bad shit has happened in my life,” she said, carefully, and for a second, she was a little girl again, hiding under the bed. She missed Jo. She missed Luke. “A lot of bad shit. And it’s easy to get mean. I got mean. I throw it up like a shield and most people go away again. Sensible people, I mean, obviously not you.

“Bad shit has happened in your life, too. And instead of being mean, you… you help around the shop, you’re nice to the mean cash register chick, you even tolerate Damon, smarmiest vampire I’ve ever met. I don’t know. You’re nice. And I usually don’t like that. But maybe, sometimes, I do. And that’s all you’re getting out of me right now. So, roller coaster?”

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Nik:

Nik didn’t want to think about the cat – or fairies for that matter. Some things were just best left to the imagination, and that cat creeped him out. He was pretty sure it was evil (okay, no, it wasn’t evil…but thinking that made it a whole lot easier to stay clear). “I promise to avoid fairies and haunted books and…cats that are not cats. The more I think about it, the more I think I should just avoid all things related to Alaric that aren’t you or my bed.”

He gave her a wry smile before balling up his trash and tossing it in the waste basket nearby.

The question about why Liv said yes seemed to throw her for a loop, and he regretted asking as soon as the words had left his mouth. Nik wasn’t used to people wanting to spend time with him, especially people like her. The question had been self-depreciating, full of genuine curiosity, but he recognized that it might have made her uncomfortable.

“That was unfair of me, Olivia. I apologize.” Nik appreciated her answer though, even if the words were measured and careful. “Your reasons are your own, and it is not my place to pry.” But she was right. Bad things had happened to them both, and he supposed that was one way to forge a connection. One day, if she didn’t tire of him when she saw how incredibly…unexciting…he was, he would like to know more about these bad things that happened to her, but he would never force anything she wasn’t comfortable with telling him.

Nik knew how tightly some things were held to the chest; he had his own demons that he didn’t want anyone to ever know.

“Roller coaster,” he nodded, hesitating a moment before reaching out to take her hand once again. The ride attendant barely looked at the stamps on the back of their hands before loading them into the front car of the ride. The seat belt and shoulder harnesses were cinched in tight enough that his breath caught, and Nik looked over at her with a mischievous grin. “I’m willing to bet you a giant cone of cotton candy that you scream before I do.”

A challenge, perhaps, but he suspected it would appeal to her. His smile widened as the ride jolted into motion, starting the slow climb up the first hill.

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Liv:

Liv turned to Nik with a dry smile, and nodded.

“You’ll win that bet,” she said. “Because I know the secret to getting really, really scared is to scream until you think your lungs will burst. Tell your body you’re about to die a horrible twisted death and feel the adrenalin fill your veins, and your heart race. Scream loud enough and long enough and this thing will feel like your last seconds on earth, and let me tell you… for you and I, there could be much, much worse ways to go,” she said, looking down over the fair, over the trees beyond. People scurrying like ants, looking for cheap carbs and ugly stuffed toys.

The roller coaster crested, and slowed, and gave a contrived little wriggle as if to suggest that they could fall and die any second, and Liv felt herself smiling wider than she generally did. Dimples drilled into her cheeks until she felt them ache. The car seemed to stay suspended for a long moment, and then…

True to her word, the moment they began the descent, Liv started to scream, still grinning, wild and delighted, but she screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt the edge of panic slam through her, let herself imagine for a moment what would happen if they toppled off, if she and Nik as the frontrunners were the only ones who would see the blacktop as they plummeted to the ground. They hit the bottom, and flew up the next ascent, and Liv heard herself laughing.

She looked down at her hand. She’d gripped Nik’s hand tightly. No idea when that happened, but it felt nice. Ugh, she was turning into some kind of girly-girl, terrific. It didn’t sound terrible, though. Mash notes and sneaking a kiss by the counter. Maybe it would be fun.

“I told you,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy your cotton candy. Do werewolves’ teeth rot?”

As they began the second descent, Liv started to scream again, and the sound was sort of musical, for a girl who hadn’t laughed enough in a couple of years.

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Nik:

Nik watched her the entire way up the first climb. The way she spoke, the way she smiled, the way her curls blew in the wind…and he felt the stirrings of something that had long been dormant in his chest. When he was in junior high – eighth grade, he thought – he had the biggest crush on a girl who had been way out of his league. It didn’t make him feel half as giddy as sitting here next to Olivia.

True to her word, she screamed first. His stomach leaped into his throat, and Nik probably would have screamed too – but he was too busy watching her be wrapped up in the thrill of it all.

The ride was over before he knew it; the same bored attendant shuffled them out with, a ‘have a nice night’ and a half-assed smile. Nik was on cloud nine though, and his adrenalin was racing. “I’m not sure about the rotten teeth, but I would suspect not. Could you imagine a werewolf with decayed fangs? They would not last very long, I’d wager.”

Now he was thinking about it…too hard. Maybe he would ask Alaric.

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Cotton Candy. Spinny rides. Something chocolate and marshmallow on a stick. The Ferris Wheel. Several horrid attempts at Skeeball. Then the lights were shutting off, and they were being ushered out of the fair. It was just after midnight, still fairly early for a Friday night, as they were trudging back to the car – arms loaded down with several stuffed animals (that she had won) and a few more snacks that might hold until the morning.

Nik stopped at passenger side door, sticking the key into the lock and pulling the door open for her. “I don’t think I’ve had quite that much fun in a very long time. I…” It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her out again, to offer to take her to dinner or something equally ‘date-like.’ Instead he was caught with the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

Perhaps it was the way she seemed to glow with excitement, or maybe the rush of sugar in his system. Whatever it was, Nik found himself unable to resist…even if it he mind be on the receiving end of some nasty spell.

He stepped closer, hesitant, but threaded fingers through her hair. The first touch of his lips was as hesitant as his steps had been, just a gentle press of lips against hers. When she didn’t pull away (or hit him), Nik pressed a little deeper, still relatively chaste, and finally let his eyes drift closed. A moment later he pulled away altogether and stepped back, a sheepish grin on his face. “I…umm…I probably should have asked first. I, well, I have been thinking about doing that for a while now. Shall we? It is…early…but I can take you home if you wish.”

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Liv:

Sometimes, this seemed so easy; other times, Liv felt herself clam up, panic shooting through her at the thought of how much of herself she’d already revealed to Nik. But was that really so terrible? He was nice, trustworthy (or at the very least, if she let herself be utterly cynical, he had plenty of secrets of his own and couldn’t blow hers). He was annoyingly disarming, with that easy smile, his unwillingness to be mean no matter how rude she was. And as it turned out, even a seriously chaste kiss, bodies held apart by an armload of the cheapest crap a fair had ever stocked, had her feeling a little… well. Dishevelled.

Dishevelled was probably about right, actually, with her lips burning (admittedly, there had been a lot of salt, sugar, and more than a few E-numbers), and her arms still wrapped tightly around a massive orange snake, something that might have been a dog and might have been a Tasmanian devil, and a huge stuffed ice cream with a face. Oh, and the unicorn, which she actually planned to keep, for laughs.

“It’s alright,” she said. “If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have turned you into a toad.”

Not actually possible, but shhhhhhhh.

She adjusted her footing.

“It really is early,” she said, with a shrug. “What are we, the golden girls? We’re both too young to need beauty sleep, and I don’t work until four tomorrow.”

Also, there was every chance Alaric was taking advantage of this quite time to make a mess of Elijah’s head, and Liv decided it was probably better that Nik didn’t rush home.

She glanced behind them, as the lights began to disappear, a section at a time, and at the peanut shells at her feet. “Enzo works late tonight. We could sit on the roof. It’s nice up there.” And Liv wasn’t sure she was willing to say goodnight without finding out how Nik kissed when he… when he knew he had permission.

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Nik:

Nik looked confused (and a bit worried) when she mentioned turning him into a toad. Was that even possible? He didn’t know, but one thing was for certain – he never wanted to give Liv the opportunity to try. It was one thing turning into a wolf because one’s genetics demanded it; it was entirely different to be turned into a toad because he’d offended a beautiful woman.

But…Liv wanted him to kiss her. He blinked, actually shocked, and then helped her into the car with her armload of spoils from the fair.

“Alright,” he smiled, climbing behind the driver’s seat of his car. The engine cranked readily (much to his surprise, truthfully), and he angled the car back toward her apartment. “I suppose I could stay for a bit. I would most certainly hate for you to think I’m some sort of old woman in a hopelessly dated sitcom.”

Getting to spend more time with her wasn’t a hardship on his part – not at all.

But Nik did feel mildly guilty for leaving Elijah alone for so long. He could only hope that Alaric would not drive him away (as unintentionally as it would be), and that his brother would listen to reason when he was confronted with the truth.

“You know, there was a time when I did not think any of this possible. There was a time when I assumed I would be alone in this – before Alaric, you…even Damon. I just assumed…” And there had been the days when he’d considered just ending it, stopping himself for good before he hurt someone. Nik was eternally grateful that he’d stumbled upon them. “I just want to thank you, Olivia. For tonight. For everything.”

There. Enough. The apartments were coming into view, and he turned into the parking lot without saying another word. “Come. Show me this view of yours. I suspect it would be even better with a bottle of bourbon…lucky us, I happen to have one in the boot of my car.”

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Liv:

Liv knew that feeling. She knew it well. When she and Luke had said their goodbyes, she’d steeled her heart and sworn she’d never try to fit anywhere. She’d work, she’d live, and she’d wait until they could be together again, and her adult life could actually start.

And then she’d found a job in a magic shop. Made friends. Despite her outward behavior, she didn’t exactly… hate any of them. Maybe, begrudgingly, she’d started to think of them as the most ridiculously mismatched family she’d ever come across – a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, a magic shop owner who was less of a squib than he thought he was, and a bartender whose ears suggested he was probably related to pixies in one way or another. All rounded out with a cat that was decidedly not a cat.

Weird-ass family. She was still undecided about the witchy-lawyer. If he could survive a couple of weeks of well-slung barbs, she’d give him some consideration, on account of Nik.

Constitutionally incapable of saying thank you (but capable of at least expressing it with pancakes for breakfast), Liv tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I had a good time too,” she said. Close enough. If he was expecting her to suddenly stop being prickly because he had soft hair and kissed like he meant it, he was mistaken. But she was smiling.

“Bourbon on the roof. Sounds like a plan.” Also sounded kind of like the opening bar to act two in a romantic comedy, but no need to point that out. “But if you get drunk, you’re sleeping on the couch. Remember, neither of us puts out on the first date.”

She gave a coy smile, and climbed out of the car.

“We have to go through the inside. Fire escape is off the kitchen.”

~complete~

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