#little klaus

[klausysworld]

Can we please get more little Klaus with his mommy being clingy?

Little Behaviour

My fingers ran through Klaus’s curls as he slept with his head on my chest, face basically between my boobs as he breathed slowly. He nuzzled closer and mumbled in his sleep making me smile and kiss the top of his head. I glanced toward the closed curtains, a small gap allowing a steam of light into the room and over his body. His hair appeared more golden in the sunrise and I wished he would open his eyes so I could see the way the blue would shine against the light.

I shifted his face to the side, the sunlight making his plump lips appear redder and the little freckles that dusted the tops of his cheeks and nose were more visible. His lashes looked much longer and darker against his pale cheeks and my fingertip gently followed the slope of his nose and the little curve on the end making his face scrunch up and his face to hide back in-between my breasts.

I brought both hands to the back of his head, working my fingers against his scalp tenderly, moving them forward towards his hairline and around the crown of his head before being gentler around his temples. I moved them down to his ears and caressed them lightly before moving back round to the nape of his neck and repeating my actions. By the start of the third time round he was breathing much heavier against my chest, throaty moans leaving his parted lips when I rubbed certain spots.

I felt his lashes flutter against my skin as he pressed his open mouth to the valley of my breasts in a small kiss. This time when my hands went through his hair he was much more responsive and once I had finished he raised his head so his chin rest on my chest to look up at me. His lips pulled into a lazy smile and I beamed back at him.

“Good morning” he mumbled, a gruff edge to his voice.

“Did you sleep good Bunny?” I asked with a hum as I pushed his curls back, exposing his forehead and making him frown and push it back down as he nodded.

“Mmhm, did you?” He replied with a yawn and I nodded back at him. His eyes closed with eat time my hand brushed his hair back and another stretched out yawn left him. I twirled a lock of his hair, pulling it down by his eye and watching it spring back up.

“You’re so pretty” I whispered and his cheeks pinkened. He lowered his head back down to my chest making me chuckle “so adorable…like a little baby bunny” I whispered teasingly and he groaned

“Stopp” he whined, trying to his embarrassed blush against my chest so I moved against the mattress so my boobs would bounce against his face making him moan softly and muzzle between them. I laughed as his head shook side to side and he moved down lower. We both just slept naked usually, it was never worth putting the clothes on and he needed the skin on skin to calm him down.

I pulled the duvet back to watch his face pressed to them as his hands came up to grab each tit and squish himself between them. “Having fun Bun?” I hummed as his eyes looked up to mine. He growled softly making me raise a brow and get a hold of his chin, lifting his face and pushing myself up into a sitting position with him between my legs.

He kept staring at my breasts even once his head was level with mine and I chuckled again. He glanced to my eyes, his round and needy as he leaned closer, “please?” he whispered with a persuasive smile.

“You have ten minutes, then I have to go okay? I have work today and I won’t be home till later, but back for dinner, I promise.” I told him and he immediately drowned

“No” he stated stubbornly “no work, quit, stay home with me please” he nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Niklaus-“

“Bunny” he whined and I smiled

“I thought you didn’t like when I called you Bunny?” I questioned with a taunting tone and his lips pouted

“I got…accustomed to it” he flashed a grin. “Now…about this job…”

“I like my job, I have to go” I murmured and kissed his nose hoping it would be enough but his eyes only got glossier

“Please don’t leave” he whispered and I sighed softly

“Bunny…”

“I’ll do anything” he promised “I’ll leave your boobies alone” he smiled cheekily and I laughed

“Oh my boobies?” I teased and he nodded with a growing grin, his bright teeth on display.

“I’ll be good” he nods and I hum

“Perhaps I can have one sick day, just one!”

“Yes!” He whisper yelled and then frowned and glanced to my breasts “but…I don’t wanna leave them alone” he pouted and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Go on then, but you have to behave the rest of the day”

“I will, promise.” He quickly agreed before his lips were latched onto a nipple and sucking greedily making me hiss

“Nik, gently. It’s morning remember” I murmured and he slowed down, usually by the evening they were erect and ready for his desperate mouth, unless he had on in his mouth in the night then they weren’t ready for him when I first woke. The majority of our days together consisted of me trying to do everyday tasks and him seeing what positions he could get into to ensure my tit remained within his tongues reach.

His eyes locked in mine as he suckled away eagerly and his hands kneaded at my chest like a kitten would a blanket. My hand went back to the top of his head, my nails gently scratching at his scalp making his eyes roll back and close and his teeth nipped and pulled at me.

“So needy and you just woke up” I murmured and he whined.

He was always so soft in the mornings, before anything or one had ruined his mood and wound him up. It was his most submissive state unless I had managed to keep him calm later on and of course once the clothes were off and we were between the sheets he was ready to do just about anything I said. Not that I stopped him from being dominant, he had his turns but he always ended up wanting to be looked after the next time anyways, it just worked best for us and made him feel more loved. I just hoped that today he would stay relaxed and little throughout the rest of the day.

That was another thing about him. He had taken to being little. It was a recent development, despite our relationship having lasted a few years now. It began small, him accidentally calling me Mommy and me doing slightly unnecessary things for him, like helping him dress and cutting his food. Then it got more serious and he got more emotional, then the embarrassment would kick in so we did a ton of research so he knew that what he was feeling wasn’t a bad thing and that other people had our relationship dynamic too. It shocked him but comforted him at the same time, he was glad to see the world evolving.

But he was very self conscious of his little behaviour. The high display of emotions and the lack of control he seemed to have when he slipped. So he tried his best to avoid it but he also knows that I love when he’s so dependent and baby so he lets go if he can.

He seemed to know that now was a good time as he switched boobs and squeezed the other. His obsession with my breasts ran deep, his eyes were always drawn there with or without his consent. Head liked to rest on them and hands seemed to cup them whenever he could. And when he was particularly subby and small, he loved to have them in his mouth like a baby.

And I never complained, well not unless we were out in public and he was sat there squeezing one and I had to remind him of the eyes around us.

But times like this especially, I didn’t have any desire to stop him. I encouraged him with soft words of encouragement making him moan a quiet “Mommy” as he nuzzled closer.

Once he was finished and had sunk his fangs into each breast before cleaning them up and healing me, we went downstairs for brunch. I poured him his milk and cooked him his bacon and pancakes. His eyes on my tits as he tipped the milk into his mouth making me raise my brows at him but his attention wasn’t exactly on my face to acknowledge my expression. A few times now he had begged me to have squirty cream on my boobs for him to lick up during our time together.

He wasn’t very good at hiding his desires and it was easy to lure it out of him if he did try to hide them. It’s how the whole breast obsession came to terms, I had to entice him more and more until he snapped and couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his lips around one.

One small issue was now it was hard to get him off, ever. For instance, the second he finished his food, he was tugging me to the couch so he could shove his face between my boobs and moan like the needy animal he was.

My Bunny, I called him. Originally because I knew it would piss him off, being compared to something so sweet, fluffy and innocent. Then because he liked to fuck a lot, breed like bunnies, and then because it just stuck. He was my breedable, sweet little bunny. And I knew he loved it, whether he would admit to it or not. He wanted to be my baby bunny.

I smiled at the thought and messed with his curls to fluff it out. “You aren’t even watching the film” I murmured with a smile as I watched his eyes rise to mine with a mischievous glint before blunt teeth were tugging at the skin of my breast making me grunt. “Nik” I groaned and he smirked up at me. “You said you’d be good” I mumbled

“I’m needy, mommy” he whimpered

“You’re clingy” I corrected and he grinned

“Only for you”

[hihomeghere]

Carousel Club | Five Hargreeves / Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After being dropped into 1963, you find work at the Carousel Club as a dancer. While following a tip where Luther could be, Five sees your routine. Overwhelmed by jealousy he sneaks into your dressing room. (I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters.) Warnings/Tags : Smut, cursing, piv, men being sexist (its the 1960s what do you expect?) dom!Five, Aged up!Five. A little bit of angst. Not requested.

You always trusted your husband. He was your constant in a very fucked up world. You knew he would never purposely harm you, or put you in harm's way. Sometimes that meant following him through time and space, other times it meant trusting him to not burn your dinner. So when he said he had a way out of the mess you and your in-laws had caused, of course you trusted him wholeheartedly. 

You grasped Five’s hand tightly in your own, feeling a sense of deja-vu from the last time you two tried to spacial jump. Diego gingerly held your other hand, you looked up at him giving him a curt nod. He returned the nod before looking around at the rest of his siblings. You raised your eyes to the gaping hole in the ceiling, the intricate details of the theater framing the crumbling moon. Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. You gave him a reassuring smile, well as reassuring as you could.

Electricity crackled around the seven of you, wind whipping your hair in front of your face. Five’s grip on your hand was almost crushing, like you were his lifeline. A giant blue orb of energy appeared above your family, growing and glowing. Five strained under the pressure, his face contorting into a pained expression. The blue light enveloped you all, flickering and pulsing. 

“Hold on! It’s gonna get messy!” Five yelled as the ground shook beneath you, shutting your eyes tightly you felt yourself being pulled away from Five and Diego. You only had a moment of panic before you were thrown to the ground.

You groaned sitting up, the blue light of energy blinding you. You raised your hand shielding your eyes.

“Five!” You yelled as you got to your feet. As fleeting as the orb had appeared it disappeared, as though someone had turned an old tv off. Was that a flash, or just your imagination? You shook your head, taking in your surroundings. No Five, no siblings, no briefcase. Where the hell were you? 

You wandered down the alleyway to the main street. Your hip twinged in pain after taking the brunt of your fall. You looked around the street, the lampposts and storefront neon signs were your only light source. You sank down on a bench, letting out a deep sigh. Your eyes wandered to a newsrack, you quickly got to your feet. You ran to it, holding the sides of the glass case. 

August 1st, 1963. Dallas, Texas.

Your heart leapt into your throat. Damn it, Five. Shit, Alison. God, where were the rest of Five’s siblings?

“Honey, are you alright?” A soft voice asked, you turned your head sharply. You were met by a sweet woman’s face, big blond hair and bangs. She had a cardigan wrapped tightly around herself as she reached out to touch your shoulder. You shook your head, still coming to terms with the last five minutes. “Come on, I’m just about to go get something to eat, why don’t you join me?” She said, smiling sweetly.

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t have any money.” You said, shaking your head. “Well then my treat.” She said helping you to your feet. You followed the woman down the streets of Dallas to a quaint diner. You sat down across from her, taking a look over the menu. People chattered mindlessly around you as you came to terms with your situation.

“I’ve seen that look before.” She said, setting her menu down on the table. 

“What look?” You said furrowing your eyebrows.

“That look. Every girl I work with has had that same look.” She huffed thanking the waiter as he set down a coffee cup in front of her. “Small girl in the big city, not knowing where you’re gonna stay or what you’re gonna eat. Believe me, I’ve seen that look before because I’ve felt that before.” She said reaching across the table, taking your hand in hers. “So what’s your story, sweetheart?” You took a breath, choosing your next words carefully.

“My husband and I got separated.” You whispered, “My parents didn’t agree with our marriage and so we ran away. He was supposed to meet me here in Dallas but he didn’t show.” You said, not technically a lie, Five was supposed to be here with you.

“Oh dear,” She tsked, “well you do not have to worry about that anymore. I’m so glad I found you! You can stay with me until you get back on your feet.” You smiled, hopefully Five wouldn’t make you wait much longer. 

“Thank you…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t caught her name.

“Autumn.” She answered, holding out her hand for you to shake.

“I’m Y/n.” You smiled, taking her hand.

“You know Y/n, I could put in a good word for you with my boss. He may seem a bit rough around the edges, but we’re always short staffed.” She shrugged. Whatever the job was you would only have it for hopefully a week tops before Five caught up with you, along with his siblings.

“I appreciate it Autumn.” You smiled, patting her hand.

-

When you arrived at Autumn's place of work you wondered if you were a little over your head. You followed Autumn into the back entrance of the nightclub. You passed by many half dressed women, putting on their makeup and outfits. 

“This way sweetheart!” Autumn called, you picked up your pace following her through the dressing room. Once on the main floor of the club you were greeted by the intense smell of cigars. Autumn had all but disappeared, you wandered through the tables. Trying to work your way to the front of the club, while also trying to avoid the men’s wandering hands at the tables. 

“Y/n!” She called from a table, you turned your head. The club was familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were face to face with Jack Ruby, the man who would put the hit out on Lee Harvey Oswald. You gulped, straightening your shoulders you walked over to them.

“Mr. Ruby, this is Y/n she’s looking for a job.” Autumn said, clasping her hands together. Jack looked you over, a cigar dangling from his lips. 

“Y/n who?” He said leaning back in his chair. You stuttered but only for a second.

“Y/n L/n,” You said with a smile, Hargreeves might get Five or your in-laws in trouble if anyone here caught wind of that name. He puffed his cigar, leaning over to whisper something to the man next to him. He chuckled before nodding, you bit your cheek. Feeling like a piece of meat in front of these men.

“Can you start tonight?” He said, lacing his fingers together. 

“Of course.” You replied, Autumn cheered quietly beside Mr. Ruby.

“Autumn, be a dear and show her the dressing rooms. Tell ‘em I want Miss Y/n to be on stage by tomorrow night.” He said motioning with his cigar in hand. On stage? You turned sharply looking toward the stage of the nightclub, scantily clad women fanning themselves with large feather fans. 

“Yes sir Mr. Ruby!” Autumn giggled, taking your arm and walking you towards the back.

-

You sat in front of your vanity, lined by bright golden bulbs. Brushing glitter onto your eyes before adding your long eyelashes. It had been three months since you had taken on your new job, along the way you had made many friends. You felt for all the girls alongside you, it was a rough profession but it paid well. You pulled your robe close around your body, walking over to the clothing rack. You rifled through the sheer jeweled fabric before your eyes landed on the black and white body suit. You threw your outfit over your arm heading back to your vanity. You were greeted by a beautiful bouquet of red roses, Autumn standing next to them with a coy smile.

“Autumn! Who are these from?”

“A secret admirer,” she cooed her bright red lips pulling back into a smile, “Just teasing! It’s from all of us girls here,” She said as she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Her cheap perfume floods your senses along with her sweet sweat.

“Y’all didn’t have to do that!” You smiled as she pulled away, she only waved you off.

“You’re one of the best here! Don’t know where you learned all your little tricks.” She said bumping your elbow with her own. She looked down at your costume in your arms. “Need help?” Autumn asked, holding out her hand. 

“Yes please.” You said handing her your suit as you lowered your robe. You held onto her shoulders stepping into the suit, you adjusted your straps as Autumn tightened your corset. You admired yourself in the mirror, since taking on your new job you had become more toned. More than when you had worked at the commission, and these clothes were definitely more flattering than your blue suits you used to wear. You took in a sharp breath as Autumn pulled through the last loops, tying the ribbon with a neat bow.

“Alright sister, you’re ready.” She said squeezing your shoulders.

“Thanks Autumn, now go take your break!” You said waving her off. 

“Y/n! You’re on next!” Shannon called from the stage door. You nodded, quickly stopping to smell the sweet scent of your roses before grabbing your tulle skirt. You tied it around your waist as you walked backstage. You picked up your red feather fans, taking a deep breath. You walked up to the closed red curtains listening to the deafening cheers and whistles. You heard the clink of the ropes being pulled back before you were blinded by the spotlights. You closed your eyes, bowing your head, your body covered by the bright red fans. 

You started your routine, swaying your hips seductively as you pulled the fans back away from your body teasing the audience. You lost yourself in the music, thankfully it was difficult to decipher anyone’s face over the shadows cast by the spotlights. You unclipped the tulle skirt, throwing it off stage. You could make out a certain group of sailors, and a rather large man standing by the bar. 

You teased the audience, covering your body with the fans before flashing them a glimpse of your shimmering body suit. You pulled the fans over your head, rotating your hips in a circular motion as you lowered into a squat. You bounced on your heels before jumping back up to your feet. You smirked as the men whistled and cheered. 

The music slowed, and faded out as you walked behind the red curtain. You dropped off your fans before heading back to your dressing room. You opened the door, shutting it behind you. 

“Who sent the roses?” Five’s voice sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head sharply, meeting Five’s predatory gaze.

“Five!” You gasped, your heart soaring in your chest. “When did you get here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said, crossing his arms. Your smile fell off your face, what was his problem? It’s not your fault that he dropped you off in the middle of 1963 with no resources. 

“Three months ago.” You said furrowing your brows, “I’ve been looking for you this whole time!” He scoffed, clicking his tongue.

“Oh really? It looks like you’ve been getting enough attention without me.” He huffed, glaring at the bouquet of roses.

“Excuse me for finding a way to survive here.” You spit pushing past him, knocking his shoulder against yours. You took a seat in front of your vanity, pulling out your makeup kit. He stalked up behind you, towering over you. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him through the mirror, effectively smearing your bright red lipstick.

“You’re mine.” He sneered, his lips pulling back over his teeth. You flushed, heat pooling in your core. You stared up at him through the mirror, his fingers squeezing your lips together. “Got it?” He asked. You glared at him, a devilish thought entering your mind. 

You kept quiet, smirking as you watched a shadow pass over his features. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he tilted your head to look him in the eye.

“You must need a lesson.” He smirked, pulling you to your feet, you stumbled slightly in your heels. He kicked the chair away, you jumped as it thudded against the carpeted floor. His arm moved behind you, sweeping everything off of your vanity along with the roses. They crashed to the floor, the vase shattering. He pushed you against the vanity, caging you in with his arms as he slammed his hands against the mirror. He stared down at you with a wolfish grin, you felt yourself flush. Your heart started to beat faster as you squirmed under him.

“Yes sir.” You said tilting your chin up, staring at him through your lashes. He growled spinning you around, your hands splayed out in front of you on the top of the vanity. His hand connected to your ass cheek, letting out a low chuckle as you gasped. He moved your hair off of your back, his cold fingers attacking the strings of your corset. 

“Stupid- fucking- ribbon-“ he said through gritted teeth, you caught the slightly crazed look in his eye through the reflection. Your body felt on fire, three months without him made every touch that more exhilarating. As soon as the corset was loose enough he was ripping it off of your body, along with your panties. You were entirely bare in front of your fully dressed husband. He stepped back, loosening his tie as he watched you squirm in the mirror. 

“Not so confident now, dearest.” He smirked, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. You breathed hard, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your nipples hardened against the cold air in the dressing room. You heard the familiar metal on metal as he took off his belt before unzipping his pants. He walked up behind you, nosing his dick against your folds. You clenched around nothing, pushing back against him. His hand came up to the back of your skull, wrapping his fist through your hair. He stared at you through his darkened gaze, you were breathless, your lips parting slightly.

“Please,” you whined, batting your eyelashes. He forcibly thrusted all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You let out a pornagraphic moan before you covered your mouth with your hand. He grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your mouth and holding it behind your back.

“Why don’t you let everyone here know who you belong to?” He huffed in your ear, thrusting erratically into you. You gripped the desk, the only thing holding you up as Five plowed into you. “Let them know that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.” You clenched around him as his words seemed to straight directly to your core. He let out a groan, loosening his grip on your hair. “Fuck you like this don’t you?” You nodded enthusiastically, your eyes rolling back into your head as his cock prodded against your g-spot.

“Yes, yes Five!” You babbled tears pricking your eyes, as he bent you over the desk. His hands flew to your hips, pulling them against his own thrusts. You could only lay there as your orgasm came crashing down. You were thankful you were on top of the vanity because there was no way your trembling legs would have been able to hold you up. 

Five’s eyebrows knit together as he arched his neck back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm quickly followed yours. Cumming with a loud shout he collapsed on top of you, your sweat causing his thin shirt to stick to your skin. He pulsed inside of you as he gingerly tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. He pulled away, peeling himself off of you. He kissed your shoulder as his softened cock slipped out of you. Your breathing was slowly coming back to normal as he tried to return your room to the state it was before he had destroyed it and you. He picked up your robe draping it over your shoulders. You sat up, feeling his cum start to drip down your thighs.

“What took you so long?” You asked, tying your robe close around your naked body.

“I just got here.” He sighed, tucking himself back into his pants. “I’m sorry I made you wait.” He turned to you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“I’ll always wait for you.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist. He held you against his chest, resting his cheek against yours.

“At least someone will, Luther and Diego weren’t too happy about me dumping them in the past.” Five sighed. Diego and Luther were here, too?

“Where are they?” You asked, turning to Five with wide eyes. Five looked at you inquisitively, a small smile pulling on the corner of his mouth.

“Luther works for Jack Ruby, y/n. I found him in this club before I knew you worked here.” Your stomach dropped. Luther worked for Jack Ruby? That means he must have seen your numbers.

“Oh god.” You said mortified, hanging your head against Five’s chest. He chuckled, shaking his head as he lightly rubbed your back.

“Believe me, he was just as mortified as you are.” He said, “Although I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your routine.” He lowered his voice, his hands trailing down your body to rest on your butt.

“I think I could give you a private showing.” You smirked, wrapping your hand around his tie. You pulled him forward by his tie, smashing your lips against his. His hands gripped your hips, the velvety fabric smooth against his palms. 

“God I’d love that,” He let out a sigh, “but maybe we should wait until after we save the world.” 

Again? It was happening again?

“Vanya?” You asked, pulling away.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” He shrugged, “All I know is on November 25th the world ends, again.” 

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion.”

[madmaxified]

”well sissy wouldn’t love viktor anymore because she’d a lesbian and he’s a man” SHUT UP‼️ SHUT UP‼️ sissy loves viktor for who he is! not what’s in his pants! she loves viktor for how he treats her, how he is with harlan, how he protects her, how he’s always there for her. sissy loves viktor regardless of anything, she doesn’t care that he’s from the future, or that he’s ended the world before, SHE JUST LOVES HIM BECAUSE HES SWEET AND CARES ABOUT HER NO MATTER WHAT AND HE TREATS HER WITH DECENT HUMAN RESPECT

[freetobeafcknriot]

FIVE & BEN ft. checking up on your little brother.

[punchymon]

Doodles! Thinking about em' again

[kaycartoons]

I wanna share some of my favorite art styles from cartoons and animated movies. (This doesn't depict ALL the animation styles I like and please feel free to share your favorites as well)

[fandoms--fluff]

Heloop can you do one of baby Mikaelson, that she is always with nik and Elijah but when Hayley comes to leave with them yn what to be with her

New Favorite

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hayley marshall (+ Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: pregnancy?

A/n: I've been wanting to write something like this for a while and I got so happy when this request came in!

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You peek out from behind your big brother, Elijah's, leg. Across the room, where she's sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, is Hayley. The lady who all of your brothers and sister have been fighting about what should happen.

Apparently something happened with Niky and her, but no one will tell you and you've been too nervous to go up to Hayley and actually say something to her.

The closest you ever gotten to her is right now, holding on for dear life to Elijah's leg. You don't like being around people you aren't familiar with. Which I weird that you're feeling like that with Hayley, Elijah has been noticing, since you technically have met her before in Mystic Falls. But you guys did just move back to New Orleans and it's a bigger change for you considering you like being in Mystic Falls, that's sometimes hard to believe truthfully for him. Then again you don't have some horrendous memories of the place like the others do.

You look at what she's wearing and your eyes land on her hands. On her fingers, there are a couple rings in various shapes and some have a colorful stone on them.

Elijah is talking with Niky. It sounds like he's mad with him. Though that's not really concerning to you considering he and Elijah get into fights all the time, so you're used to it. The same with when Niky and Bekah also get into fights.

As they continue to squabble, you carefully start letting go of your big brother's leg and start to make your way over to Hayley. You move slowly, not wanting to accidently trip like you do sometimes when you're nervous or excited.

Hayley looks down and sees you standing a couple feet away the end of the couch supporting your small basically toddler frame. She smiles softly, she took a liking to you during her time in Mystic Falls. Even though she despised, and still kinda does, Klaus, she likes how he acts all soft and protective of you.

She's noticed you're basically always with either Elijah or Klaus. Whether that be them carrying you, holding your hand, you attached to their legs or just being in the same room.

"Hi there" She speaks to you first, her tone soft.

You look up at her with big eyes and take a small step towards her, still holding onto the couch cushions on the way. You lift your other tiny hand up to give her a small wave.

It takes you a moment to climb up on the couch and sit down on your knees, facing her.

She has to admit, You're pretty cute.

You look up at her face and then down at her hands, repeating that a couple more times. Your sight finally lands on her hands. The rings shine under the light.

She realizes it's her rings you're looking at, so she moves her hand and places it in front of you, right above your knees. "You like my rings?" She asks you quietly.

You wrap your tiny hands around her hand and start tracing the ring with a butterfly on it. It takes you a moment to reply, but quietly you finally say something, "Pretty." You mumbled before looking back up at her, your hands still clutched to hers.

"It is, isn't it?" She smiles.

Rebekah walks into the house from being out all day. She rolls her eyes at the two arguing. Instead, she made her way to the both of you.

"Well, I think it's time for a certain someone to get ready for bed," She tells you after reading the clock that's sitting on the mantel.

You frown before complying and climb off the couch. You reach up and grab your big sister's outstretched hand. As you guys start walking toward the stairs, you look back and wave a 'bye' to Hayley.

Over the next few months, you start spending more time with Hayley. You got attached to her quickly. She revealed to you about being pregnant with Klaus' child, earning an excited reaction from you, and getting a smile out of herself as well.

It seems as if you're spending more time with Hayley than your brothers. As Rebekah has teased your guys' brothers about.

Klaus sits with you on your bed, trying to get you to sleep. Which isn't working in his favor. When you want to be, you can be more stubborn than Rebekah, and that's saying something.

"It's past your bedtime" He whispers. He's not exactly trying that hard anyway, but you usually listen to him.

"Bad sleep" You frown up at him. "No, not bad sleep, you need sleep, or else you'll be grumpy in the morning," He says, leaving out the point on how Elijah will have his head if he lets you stay up way too late again.

"So let's lay back down, curl up, and go to sleep," He tells you softly, handing you your stuffed yellow teddy bear.

You slowly follow his wording and snuggle your teddy bear as he tucks you in. Your brother places a kiss on your head before turning the lamp off and slowly leaves the room.

After laying in your bed for ten minutes, unable to fall asleep, you sit back up and shuffle out of your bed.

You quietly walk out into the hallway until you find yourself in what used to be Kol's room and now is Hayley's. You patter in and Hayley looks up from her book to see you standing a couple feet away with your teddy bear clutched in your hand.

"Hey sweetie, aren't you supposed to be in bed" She asked you, already knowing the answer. "uh-uh" You shake your head and walk over to the bed and climb up with Hayley helping you.

"Whatever you say, hun" She chuckles.

You crawl closer to her. She lifts her right arm up, having you cuddle into her side. You move down a bit to rest your head on her pregnancy bump. You giggle from the feeling of magic coming from the baby. You're the only one who seems to be able to feel any of it.

You hug your teddy with one arm while your other hand is tracing shapes on Hayley's bump, tiredly. Not even ten minutes later, you're out like a light.

Klaus searches around the house, trying to find you. He hasn't seen you all morning. While he searches, Elijah stands up from where he's sat. "What's wrong?"

"I can't seem to find our baby sister anywhere" Klaus answers before leaving the room, obvious that you're not in here. Elijah follows after him.

"Have you checked Hayley's room?" Elijah asks him. That makes him pause before going up the stairs to where the bedrooms are.

He opens the door to the pregnant werewolf's room and walks in. What he sees makes him breathe a sigh of relief. Showing in front of them, Hayley and you are sound asleep, you cuddled into her arms with your bear still in your grasp.

"What are you two doing? There are more than enough reasons as to why not to wake up one of them, let alone both of them" Rebekah whisper at them, pulling the two men out of the bedroom and closing the door.

"But I think, you guys have been replaced with a new favorite" Rebekah smirks, nodding to Hayley's door before walking away.

[urdreamygirl]

You wake up as a vampire in mystic falls 2009

[aceofwhump]

The Umbrella Academy 4x05

[cha0ticlesbian]

I love you so much Klaus hargreeves you deserved so much better

[klausysworld]

Can you do a little Klaus with a lactation kink but the reader doesn’t mind when Klaus will go under her top and began sucking her breast as Klaus doesn’t care when he does it in front of his family they look at him in shock but they don’t judge him.

Then Klaus whines when he doesn’t gets anymore breast milk and the reader tells him that he suck her dry.

Greedy

Klaus was always begging to be in her hold.

To have his hands all over her and hers all over him.

One particular area he seemed to be drawn to however was her breasts.

It started off just brushing over them with his hands, squeezing gently as he fondles them.

“Having fun pet?” She asked watching him see how much of her tit he could have in his mouth with an amused smile. His only response was to look up at her with an embarrassed blush on his face as he sucked one and caressed the other with a nod.

She often woke to him sucking at her nipples, his eyes closed in contentment.

She didn’t really notice he was actually getting something out of her breasts to begin with. She just thought he had a thing for them.

It wasn’t until she hadn’t seen him for a couple days and her nipples seemed to lactate through her shirt.

She ended up having to go and buy a breast pump so that she could sit in dry clothes for the rest of the day.

And then she found that Klaus was always looking at them, as soon as they were alone he was attached to them. His hands kneading and mouth sucking as she stroked his head.

“That’s a good boy” she would whisper as he swallowed and whined

It wasn’t long until he just couldn’t help himself but move under her shirt, no matter who she was with.

“Nik-“

“Please mommy…” he whispered as he pushed her bra to the side and pulled a nipple into his mouth without waiting for an answer.

He drank more milk than he did blood and craved it like an addict which is why when he couldn’t get anymore out of her, he nearly broke down in tears.

“Nik, honey, just wait a bit for them to fill back up. You’re being dramatic little one, and greedy” she hummed and he whimpered

Eventually he waited long enough and snuggled back to her

[cherry8maiden]

Please excuse me while I be nostalgic but I recently rekindled my love for A Series Of Unfortunate Events and I wanted to draw some of the characters

Also sunny best character bye

[fivewantscoffee]

Thinking about Viktor's book when it came out and what it meant to his siblings, or how they would have reacted to it... because yeah, I'm sure writing Extra-Ordinary was empowering for Viktor, and I don't doubt it felt cathartic, but there's no way that was an easy thing to deal with for the others.

Pre-S1, I don't think Viktor ever fully grasped, especially as a kid, how awful being a member of the Umbrella Academy could be.

A lot of his childhood flashbacks show this clearly: while his siblings were getting their Umbrella Academy tattoos, Viktor drew himself an Umbrella Academy "tattoo" of his own. At the bank, he asked Reginald if he could go "play" with the others. In *shudders* Season 4, he was seen trying on Ben's domino mask and wanting to go on a mission in his stead. Bear in mind, he was seventeen here.

He only wanted to be included, yes (which is understandable!), but I also think this made him at least a little blind to what his siblings were actually going through: he wanted to be one of them so badly, that their realities didn't seem so awful to him. At the very least, it seemed like a fair trade-off.

I think in Viktor's mind, all of the training, all of the missions, it would have been worth it if it meant having powers. Having powers would have meant being a part of the team, belonging.

Now, like I said, I don't think Viktor had the full picture. He was observant and probably knew more than the rest realised, but that's still a far cry from knowing everything that went on, or really understanding what being a child superhero-soldier was like.

To be fair, I doubt Viktor's siblings (with the possible exception of Five) really talked to him about any of it. Even Five, I think, while telling him some things, would have kept a lot of it to himself.

I also don't think it's far-fetched to say at least some of the siblings could actually have been jealous of Viktor at one point or another.

Klaus, for one, would have traded places with him in a heartbeat. I have no doubts about this. He didn't like his powers, and trying to get rid of the ghosts is what pushes him into drugs and addiction in the first place.

Viktor's siblings didn't see his ostracisation. They saw their brother who never had to train, never got hurt on missions (because he never went on one), was never made to jump headfirst into danger. Instead, he was the only one of them able lead even a halfway normal life.

Keeping all this in mind, let's move on to the book.

I'm not sure when Viktor published Extra-Ordinary exactly, but it's safe to say that they were all in their twenties.

By this point in time, all but one of Viktor's siblings are out, the Academy is finally old news, they get to live their lives ... and then the book comes out.

Luther is still loyal to Reginald and that means he's still attached to the Academy by default. Viktor's book registers to him as a betrayal.

Not a personal betrayal necessarily, the two of them weren't close enough for that, but a betrayal to Reginald, the man who raised them.

The Academy does important work, it made a difference out there (is still making a difference, he'd like to think, even it's just him now), so he finds Viktor's book petty at best. He thinks it's immature, a temper tantrum dragging the Academy's name through the mud.

For Diego, it is personal.

He wasn't close to Viktor, but he was definitely the sibling who took Viktor's "betrayal" the hardest.

While growing up, Diego was so caught up in his rivalry with Luther that he ended up being one of the siblings who dismissed Viktor the hardest. He'd say hurtful things in his anger (I'm looking at you, Diego during the funeral flashback), which Viktor was able to unpack eventually, considering he actually went and saw a therapist at some point.

That said, just how much Viktor saw, and how much he actually knew about him, took Diego by surprise.

In writing his book, Viktor revealed a lot of personal stuff about his siblings. It was an insider's look into the academy: he discussed their lives there, and a lot of it was stuff nobody else knew.

Let's be real here, Diego doesn't give a shit about the Academy. He probably wouldn't have minded the book as much as he did, if it hadn't been so personal.

So Diego reads the book and he doesn't feel seen, he feels seen through. He's always pretended to be tough but that shell exists to protect his sensitive core, and reading Viktor's book... there's too much of him on display.

There's too much stuff Viktor shares that Diego didn't want shared, and he takes it personally.

Allison isn't happy with the book either. Again, for different reasons.

Allison left the Academy years ago and she's been trying to put that part of her life behind her ever since. She wants to make something of herself and pretend the Academy never existed.

And she's succeeding. She's doing well for herself. She's finally becoming someone outside of The Rumour, she's Allison Hargreeves, not one child out of a lineup.

Allison's issue with the book lies in the fact that it digs her past back up. She's got a new movie coming up, but suddenly the only thing anyone wants to talk about, the thing that's being brought up again and again, is Viktor's book.

She's the only Hargreeves still living in the public eye, so of course she ends up being the sibling everyone turns to. They want a spectacle, they want a reaction, and for Allison, there's no escaping it.

Ultimately, after the storm dies down, she moves on to the next thing.

Unlike Diego, she doesn't hold a grudge. If she were to start holding grudges every time someone sent a media storm her way, she'd be here all day.

She's a movie star. It comes with the territory.

Klaus... he doesn't act upset when he sees Viktor again, but that doesn't mean reading the book, or rather reading what Viktor had to say about him, wasn't hurtful and just kind of... awful.

Viktor and Klaus weren't close, and while they didn't necessarily get along, they didn't have an antogonistic relationship either. He didn't go out of his way to include Viktor, but if somebody else thought to include him, he didn't really go out of his way to exclude him either.

It's a low bar to clear, but it is what it is.

Anyway, I think Klaus was one of the siblings Viktor would be most critical of. He would have a hard time sympathising with him.

The thing is, the two of them are at odds... they have been at odds for almost their entire lives. Klaus had what Viktor wanted (powers) but desperately didn't want it, while Viktor had what Klaus wanted (no powers) and desperately didn't want it either.

They didn't understand each other growing up, and there were definitely some complicated feelings there about Viktor wanting powers while Klaus was doing everything he could to try and get rid of his.

None of what Viktor writes into his book is a lie, but it definitely isn't the full picture either.

Because I don't think Viktor knew about the mausoleum. I don't think any of his siblings would talk very much about their training (and if Reginald was sticking Klaus in a mausoleum to train his powers, I don't think whatever training he devised for the rest was all that great either).

It also seems unlikely to me that they would talk much about their harder, less glamorous missions. We know Ben killed people, and I doubt he was the only one.

All this to say, Viktor might never once have lied, but he probably still made assumptions. He was a biased storyteller, and it wasn't entirely his fault. He must have been aware of it even:

Viktor never tries to tell the story of the Umbrella Academy. He's telling his story. My Life As Number Seven.

So this is where Ben comes in. Because Ben is similar to Viktor in that he also knew more than he let on. He was perceptive as a kid, and then he died.

As a ghost, there are no more secrets. He knows everything there is to know about Klaus and knows a great deal more about the rest than they realise.

They don't know he is there, so how could they?

Ben understands why Viktor did it. Like Five, Viktor wasn't as critical of him in his book as he was of the rest of their siblings. Ben is dead by then and has been for a few years. Viktor misses him. He wants to honour his memory.

Ben, accepts the book more easily than the rest. He maybe even enjoys parts of it for how daring and, yeah, kind of petty it is while still seeing the flaws in Viktor's logic, the places where there's more to the story than Viktor knows, but no one ever told him.

And then there's Five. Oh boy.

Five finds Extra-Ordinary in the apocalypse and hangs on to it, reads it again and again over the years, so much so that he has the whole thing memorised.

At first, he reads Viktor's book because it's Viktor's. Then because misses his family and Viktor's book is all he's got, his only window into what became of his siblings, what they were like as older teenagers, as adults, where they ended up.

On the good days, as good as any day gets in the apocalypse, rereading Viktor's book is something he does to self-soothe. It comforts him, it's a way to pass time during the long, cold winters, it lets him linger on childhood memories and better times: days when things didn't suck so absolutely, when he wasn't so utterly, crushingly alone.

It reminds him of his family, his siblings, and what he's doing this all for. Why he wakes up in the morning and keeps on trying to survive the apocalypse day after day after day after day.

But that's the good days.

On the bad days, he rereads Viktor's book for the thousandth time, and it's an act of self-harm.

He reads his chapter, Ben's chapter, Viktor's musings on how the Academy slowly but surely broke down over the years, over and over and over again. He reads every bitter word and blames himself, hates himself for skipping out on his family in an act of stubborn, reckless rebellion.

It's his own fault that he's stuck here. It's his own fault that he was too stubborn, too arrogant, too confident by far. It's his own fault that he didn't listen to his father.

Maybe if he hadn't left, if he'd just swallowed his tongue, if he'd just sat back down and never time travelled, Ben wouldn't be dead, things wouldn't have gotten so messed up, and there would have been six of them, instead of four, to try and keep the world from ending.

(And if they hadn't been able to stop the apocalypse anyway, if it had all still ended, then at least he would have died with the rest of his family).

(At least he wouldn't be here).

Then twenty, thirty, forty years down the line, there are fewer good and bad reading days, and more days where he's reading Viktor's book with a new, gut-churning desperation.

It occurs to Five one day, years down the line, that his memories of his siblings aren't as sharp as they used to be. He can't remember what Viktor sounds like, he's starting to doubt if he correctly remembers the colour of Luther’s eyes. He remembers Ben's favourite book, but when he tries to imagine his face, the memory starts getting blurry.

And that terrifies Five.

He's terrified of forgetting. There's so little left of him at this point, so much surrendered to the greater cause of just keeping himslef going, of keeping himself alive, he doesn't know what will be left of him if he no longer has his siblings, the memory of them, to spur him on.

So he talks to Delores, he repeats his siblings' names in his head like a mantra, he rereads Viktor's book, drinking in every letter, word, and detail.

By the time he gets back, he knows Viktor's book better than even Viktor. He knows it inside out, from the front cover to the last page, and it doesn't really matter that it was bitter, that it was angry, that it wasn't a fun book to read even when Viktor did go easy on him.

Five was all alone, and for forty-five years, Viktor's book was all he had. So it didn't matter.

[justablognothingweirdhere]

Also also, while I’m here, why tf did they spend all that time having Klaus be so insistent on staying sober in the beginning of the season, just to have him relapse immediately after getting his powers back? Yk what would’ve actually been interesting? Having Klaus decide that he’s worked too hard for his sobriety to just give it up and try to navigate using his powers while sober (which is probably something he hasn’t had to really do since he was a child).

[teethbomb]

happy holidays this stupid movie is like worms in my brain and I needed more of her 👍👍👍

[jennasommers]

We are but five men, bound by fire and the last breath of a dying witch to a single cause— the destruction of all vampires.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, S4E4 — The Five