#this has already happened somewhere sometime maybe for klaus and maybe that means he gets out on the other side too?? who knows

[klausysworld]

Hello gorgeous!

Sooo I had this idea of Klaus and reader being married (she wants a divorce) but currently separated. She starts seeing Damon. Klaus lets her have her way for a bit as nothing has crossed the line, but then he finds out reader slept with Damon and Klaus goes absolutely feral over it and tells his wife that’s enough of this and drags back reader home and slides her wedding ring back on her finger.

Not His, Not Yours.

Klaus and I had slowly but surely grown apart.

We had married for decades for now, just over a century actually and to begin with it was all but a dream.

He had hundreds of thousands of gifts and words to express his love. Paintings and poems to show how pure his feelings were.

He was gentle when I needed and only ever rough when I wanted when him to be.

There wasn’t a question of doubt between us both. I loved him with all of my heart and he loved me with all of his soul. So much so that he actually proposed to me. Elijah and Rebekah couldn’t believe it but were unbelievably supportive. I even turned into a vampire so that I could be with him forever.

And for a nearly eighty years, everything was okay.

Of course the gifts were less frequent but I didn’t care about that so much. Not if I still had him. Even if he forgot to tell me he loved me, I didn’t need him to, deep down I knew that he did.

One thing I didn’t like, was when he would get flirty with other women. Especially because of how he behaved when I, heaven forbid, smiled at a man.

But still, with reassurance from his siblings and Elijah’s promise to talk to Klaus about it, I dropped it and didn’t speak of it. So he flirted, it didn’t mean anything. What’s a kiss when I have his heart?

Surprisingly Klaus never slept with anyone else. I suppose it’s unfair to say surprisingly but to be honest I had feared and expected him to have from time to time.

Especially when he became more distant. When he would disappear or return in the early hours of the morning. I would beg to know where he was and after a series of repeated yelling, he would grab me and show me his memories of the night before. Often he just got drunk and would pass out somewhere random or wonder around for inspiration, sometimes he’d attack a village and slaughter hundreds in mere hours. When finished showing me, he would give me that same look and tell me that I shouldn’t look so surprised. He may love me, but he wouldn’t ever be better for me.

And I would just nod and told him I already knew that.

And I’d wait for the next time that would happen.

We went days between sex, then weeks, gradually months and eventually we just didn’t. We slept beside each other mostly out of habit but we wouldn’t touch.

I never stopped loving him, I don’t think I ever could but I wasn’t sure if I loved him the same way anymore. And I certainly didn’t think he loved me that way. But we weren’t exactly friends either. It were as though we were just strangers at this point, strangers who held each others hearts.

And I had accepted that perhaps that’s all we would be. We lived that way for a couple of years, I’d stay with him like a shadow but that’s all I would be.

Until Mystic Falls.

So much happened in not enough time. Klaus became his true self and for some reason part of me thought perhaps that would rekindle something but he showed no more nor less interest so I just went on.

Until one day, his eyes held a spark. But it wasn’t for me. It was for Caroline Forbes.

She was blonde, young and new to vampirism but still bold and confident in herself. I was like that once, before I grew quiet and obedient to Klaus’s will.

So I took another step back and let him chase her a little. I sort of wanted him to sleep with her so that maybe he would just divorce me and I would know that what we had was really over.

But he didn’t. He gave her a present, drawings and spoke poetry to her without her realising but he didn’t kiss her or even lean in.

He still would come back to bed and lay beside me like usual.

I didn’t want him to think I would hate him if he fell for someone else. I’d rather he be happy with another than miserable with me. I knew he craved more, so did I.

And so with a lot of courage, I asked for a divorce but he refused me. That I didn’t understand.

“Why?” I asked, my brows pulling together as he scowled

“Because you’re my wife” he answered as though that meant anything anymore “I have loved you for a century. I will not just be done with you”

“Loved, Klaus. Loved. It’s in the past.” I argued

“I love you now as much as I did then” he told me, his voice raising

“No Klaus…you don’t” I whispered, my eyes glancing to the floor as I let out a small sigh. This was probably one of the reasons he liked Caroline more. I showed weakness and submission too easily to him. The difference was that I knew he wouldn’t kill me if I fought back but I feared it would be worse.

“We’re not getting a divorce. Ever.” He stated calmly, though I could feel his anger.

“I can’t do this Klaus” I mumbled. “I can’t just be known and your wife and hide in the house all the time”

“Then go out” he grumbled

“You don’t let me” I answered, remembering the last time I went out without telling him and he yelled at me for being inconsiderate and stupid. Apparently it wasn’t safe for me without his protection due to being so intimately associated with him.

“Well…now you can” he replied matter of factly.

“You should ask Caroline out” I whispered “She likes you too, Rebekah heard her talking to Bonnie about you”

“I wouldn’t-“

“But maybe you should” I sighed, hesitantly looking him in the eye once again. “You should at least try…you might like to be with someone…” I paused and swallowed dryly “someone else”

“Are you seeing…someone else?” He asked quietly, his eyes flicking between mine.

“No…not yet” I whispered and he nodded

“But?”

“But I think I should” I murmured before falling back into silence.

We stood there for a while, uncomfortable and guilt ridden before his phone went and he reluctantly left.

He didn’t come to bed that night.

To me that seemed like his way of confirming that we wouldn’t be together anymore, or for a while at least.

When I saw he had made up a bed in one of the guest rooms, it was clear that was the case.

So I started to go out a little.

When I saw Klaus with Caroline at the grill, I realised I needed to leave. Leave town, his life so that I didn’t ruin his chances.

But as fate would have it, when I rushed out of the building, I walked straight into Damon Salvatore. He recognised me in an instant and was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“What’s Klaus’s wife doing out and about?” He snickered and I sighed

“I’m not” I mumbled and he raised a brow

“Not what? Not his wife or not out?”

“I’m going home” I whispered, walking outside but he followed.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean to scare you off so quick” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes

“Please. You couldn’t scare me” I muttered “have you seen who I’m supposed to be married to?”

“Supposed to be eh? Things not turning out?” He pressed, walking backwards beside me as I made my way back to the mansion.

“My marriage falling apart won’t benefit your precious Elena. It’s been broken for years.” I grumbled, and he rolled his eyes

“Forgive me for being curious” he muttered, his annoyance shining making my heart sink. I didn’t like it when people were rude and now I was the one doing it.

“Sorry” I whispered “I didn’t mean to sound so snappy”

I could feel his eyes on me as we neared the manner and before I could get it the door, his hand reached for mine which however pathetic it may seem, made my smile. Nobody had touched my skin for months.

“You should come out more, I’d like to talk with you some more” he told me and I faltered

“I wouldn’t tell you anything- not about him”

“I didn’t think you would” he answered, before leaving.

After that I went out a little more.

Damon would tease me and make me laugh. He would draw out the little confidence I had left and have me use it. I’d taunt back at him and go so far as to flirt once I’d had a few drinks.

After a while he asked to take me out. I thought he was joking.

“Oh will Elena be joining us? Perhaps Stefan to?” I laughed but he didn’t even smile

“I’m serious” he stated, his hand squeezing mine “just us…anywhere you want”

I stared at him “I um…I don’t know” I whispered, nervous and confused.

“I can wait” he answered as he caressed my arm softly.

When I got home Klaus was already there, his eyes on me in an instant. Without a word he placed his wedding band on the table before him and walked out the room. I felt a lump form in my throat as I shakily slid both my wedding and engagement rings off and put them beside his.

I went upstairs and cried. And I felt stupid for it because I was the one who asked for this.

So after a moment I pulled myself together and grabbed my phone. I took a breath before sending Damon a message

I like the Italian the next town over?

He replied quickly

Friday, 7?

I’ll meet you there

I’ll see you soon

I swallowed thickly and closed my messages before searching for apartments near me to rent.

If Klaus and I were actually ending this then I wanted to do it right. That meant I needed to live without him fully, so I sent in some applications to a couple of places.

Before any of them could come back, my date with Damon came around.

It went surprisingly well. We ate, spoke, joked and laughed. He paid, insistent that I shouldn’t. He then drove me back to the mansion and kissed me goodbye.

I refused to look anywhere near Klaus when I went up the stairs. He never said anything either, we spoke only if we absolutely had to and on the occasion that Damon and I would see Klaus out, we would instead go to his house for a while.

I spent a lot of time with Damon, he made me feel more alive. He brought back the spark in me that I thought I had lost and built my confidence back up. He made me feel more things in a couple months than Klaus had in the past fifteen years.

I knew it was wrong to compare them, but when all I had ever known was Klaus…he was all I had to know how a relationship worked to be able to tell if what I had with Damon was really something.

It progressed quickly, it scared me somewhat. I worried that it was a trap to make me help him with everyone else. However when I heard him defending me to both Elena and Stefan, I double guessed myself.

Slowly I felt myself begin to trust Damon, I felt as though I was learning to love and desire once more.

It was because of that feeling that I didn’t stop him when he began to take my clothes off. Or when he trailed his lips down my skin and pressed his mouth between my legs. I cried out for him when his fingers curled inside me and I clung to him when he finally took me as his own.

I stayed beside him for the rest of the night, pressed to his chest with his arms around me. It was a warmth that I wasn’t used to anymore but that I needed and yearned for. I stayed at his house for days after, wearing his clothes and living in his arms. But unfortunately I knew that I couldn’t just move in there so soon, so I had to go back to the mansion.

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(3rd person)

Klaus found out that Y/n had slept with Damon the day after it happened. Stefan had told him so when in the heat of an argument.

To begin with he thought the Salvatore was just trying to piss him off but when Stefan’s face dropped and his heart sped up, Klaus realised it was true.

Immediately he went home and smashed every item in her room. Shredded her clothes and tore up every flower Damon had gifted her and the little photos she had printed of them. It was after he broke apart her bed and found the box of forgotten memories did he calm down. He found all the poems and pieces of artwork he had ever given her, love letters and other tokens of their love kept safe and close to her. It broke him.

Klaus never meant for their marriage to deteriorate so badly. He loved Y/n, truly. But throughout the years he got distracted. Whenever his family got to town, his focus was off her and whenever a threat showed up he made a point of being distanced from her to ensure they wouldn’t attack her. After the first few times he’d done that, she got upset and wouldn’t want to kiss him, not when he would go weeks of ignoring her and then expecting her affection.

So he began to drink some more, to forget her touch and her voice for just a moment. But it made everything worse. She began to worry he was cheating on her and to be honest he couldn’t blame her for thinking that but in the moment when she would accuse him, he would be outraged.

He couldn’t stop himself from yelling, being offended and snapping. But after, when he would hear her cries and see her curled up in their bed, he would push himself further away in hopes that he wouldn’t be able to hurt her as much from a distance.

It only got worse.

And now he was on the floor of a room that was once his aswell, crying for his marriage that would no longer last.

Eventually he dragged himself up from the floor and went back to his own room, or rather the spare room that he had been sleeping in. He dug through his drawers to find their rings that he took after they both removed them and put his wedding band back on, smiling sadly at the fond memories of the first time she had put it on him.

He held her rings in his hand tightly as he heard the front door open and closed quietly before soft footsteps sounded up the stairs.

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(1st person)

I moved as quickly but as quietly as I could up to my room. I was in jeans and one of Damons shirts so I really couldn’t let Klaus see me.

Hurriedly I opened my bedroom door only to come to a standstill. Quite literally everything was on the floor. If I didn’t know what Klaus was like, I’d have thought a hurricane had passed through the room. I stared blankly for a moment before I both heard and sensed his presence from beside me.

“What did you do?” I whisper, staring at all the little things that meant so much to me scattered and broken into pieces.

“I don’t want you seeing him” he told me, his voice firm. My head snapped to his and I felt both anger and sadness swirl inside me.

“You ruined everything I have” I uttered, my voice still barely above a whisper

“You slept with him” he stated his tone cold but his eyes showed hurt and I part of em felt guilt but the other side just wanted to smack him.

“And?” I asked, my volume increasing slightly

“And? And you’re mine. You do not get to sleep around-“

“For crying out loud Klaus! I am not yours!” I yell, pointing my finger at him “And I do not sleep around! I slept with one person”

“I should have stopped you seeing him ages ago, this shouldn’t have happened” he muttered

“You can’t control every aspect of my life Klaus. We are not together anymore. We agreed on this” i whispered, my tone tired.

“We have not agreed on anything! I never wanted this-“

“Klaus we haven’t agreed on something for a good twenty years! It’s why we’re here” I exasperated

“That does not give you the excuse to fuck someone else” he growled and I glared

“Why? Did you plan on fucking me? Because I highly doubt it Klaus. And even if you wanted to, I wouldn’t have your hands anywhere near me now” I retorted.

I knew immediately that he would speed at me and so moved out of the way, he continued to chase me round the house until eventually he had me against the wall. Both of us were panting heavily, my hands pushing at his chest but he kept me caged.

“Get off me!” I cried, kicking my feet at his legs but he only grunted and held me as still as he could. I shoved at his chest with as much strength as I could but it was obvious that I couldn’t overpower a hybrid. He faltered only slightly at the impact before his hands were grabbing my waist to lift me. Without thinking I brought my hand to his face, smacking him as hard as I could manage.

His head cracked to the side and my eyes went wide. Slowly, he turned back to me. His expression was one of surprise as he stared at me. I felt myself grow meek under his gaze and my bottom lip wobbled.

“I’m sorry” I whispered “I didn’t mean to do that- I didn’t…” I felt his hold on me weaken but I didn’t move this time. My hand tingled from where I’d hit him and so did the guilt that pooled in the pit of my stomach.

His arms slipped around me, hugging me to him and I just didn’t know how to react.

I love Klaus. I do, I always will. But I couldn’t just pretend that every bad thing hadn’t happened and fall back into his arms. I wondered if in Klaus’s mind, if he thought that just sleeping with me and telling me that he found me pretty would be enough to fix this marriage. I knew it wasn’t but I worried for what he thought.

Still, I hugged him back gently. By touch reluctant but there. His warmth enveloped me and I felt my eyes water at the once familiar sensation.

“I missed you so dearly” he mumbled, his face lowering to nuzzle the crook of my neck. He pulled away slowly and grabbed my left hand, I looked to him blankly as he slid both rings back onto my finger. “I’m gonna fix everything” he whispered

“Klaus-“ I sighed

“Just let me try” he murmured

“I-“

“Please” he whispered and I sighed softly. Only the lords know whether I was going to make the right decision or not.

[keysorsomething]

Into the Hyena's Den

Part three !! I hope you enjoy it :) 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 Cross-posted on ao3

You knock softly on Nikto’s door, checking the halls like you check the roads before crossing them. You're sure someone is hiding in some dark corner of the hall. Damn, you're really going to get in trouble for this, aren't you? You already had three of the snoopiest bitches on your tail. This visit was going to be the hot gossip for the next few weeks. And that was not going to go well for you in the slightest.

You can already imagine it, being called into König’s office and being scolded about fraternizing. Like he isn't guilty of that.

There's a thought that flickers in your mind for a moment, that you two will be the talk of the site and then Nikto will get distant one more. Something in you does not want that to happen. Perhaps you'll have to bribe Horangi. And Roze, but most importantly Klaus. Or blackmail. What are they gonna do? You work in a PMC, are they really going to go after you for blackmail and not any of your war crimes?

You think not.

The door creeks open, cautiously. He's worried about this too, you think, but the thought process is quickly shut down by his hand on the back of your head pulling you into the room. You make no noise of complaint. Partly because who would complain, and also because you don't want to draw any attention to the situation.

The door slammed once you were inside the dim room. You look around. The room is dark, there's a faint light from somewhere but you can't locate it. And it's not messy—there aren't any clothes or dirty dishes or anything out of place and the bed is made—but it's not clean either. It's crowded, piles of stuff neatly sorted all over everywhere.

His guns are neatly lined up against the wall, biggest to smallest. With the exclusion of his handguns and side arms, which are in boxes stacked in the opposite corner. At least that's what you're guessing is in them.

His arm extends, guiding you to sit on the bed. An instruction you follow.

“Sooo..” You're incredibly nervous, and he doesn't like small talk, but you're trying to small talk him. You just need to figure out what to small-talk about. God damn small talk standards and social norms. You're not good at it when you're hands aren't shaking and you're not sitting on the bed of a man that is very physically capable of snapping your neck all the way around like it's the fucking Exorcist. 

“Нет,” He replies firmly. He’s in more comfortable clothes, something you’ve never seen before. He’s wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, short-sleeved. His pants don’t match it at all, being loose-fitting sweats. His mask is still on, though. Honestly, you’d bet his mask is always on. Even in the shower.

“N-nyet?” You reply, confused. 

“Shush. You are not with us to talk,” He instructs, coming to the side of the bed. He moves his hand to instruct you to scoot over, which you do. Your eyes stay on him intensely as he lays down in the bed, sliding under the covers. “You are here to help us sleep,” Part of you is sad that he boils it down to that. You can never be sure if that is what Nikto means, this is just because you make him sleep better, or if this means more to him and he just can’t put it into words. You imagine it’s hard for him sometimes, to admit weakness like that. To admit he has a soft spot, a hole in the impenetrable fortress that is his off-putting demeanor and aggressive disposition. Or maybe you’re just assigning him that, like when you feel guilty for having to choose between two inanimate objects, even though you can’t actually make one of them feel bad for not being chosen.  

So you let out a soft sound of agreement and nod, instead of trying to talk anymore. He stares at you expectantly for a moment longer, so you clamber under the sheets and let him wrap his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. It’s a firm grip around your waist, like he’s never held another person like this before, or the iron-clad grip of a child holding their favorite plushie. Your hands very gently meet his back and the top of his head. You’re trying to get comfortable like this, the way that the hard metal of the blast plate pushes into your skin from through your shirt, the way your chest can’t fully rise due to the pressure of holding him, the miserable heat of being in an already warmer than you expected room with another being on top of you, and his death grip keeping you from adjusting your position even an inch. It’s not the worst thing to happen to you since you’ve come to KorTac, but that doesn’t make it any more comfortable.

Your hand on his back starts that slow stroking motion that you always had with him. You close your eyes, trying to get comfortable with the weight of a fully grown man on your ribcage. He rolls his head into your chest, and you fight the urge to wheeze or let out any sounds of discomfort. It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying the moment, it was just the metal being pressed into the skin hurt. More than just a little bit. He stops moving his head after a moment, letting out a breath he must have been holding. His whole form melts into you. The lack of tenseness, of distrust, it was out of character for him. But it was wholesome. A moment of surrender, of peace, in a life that was doomed to be full of fighting. And the fact that you were giving it almost made up for the metal digging into you.

You let out a soft, reassuring sound, telling him you’re still there. And there’s no way you’re leaving. Not anyway at all. The downward strokes turn to gentle circles into the back of his shoulders as you whisper nonsense to him. A mix of his name, shushing, “I’m here”s and “you’re okay”s leave your lips as you mumble. It makes him relax even further if that is possible. You’re not even sure if that is possible.

You look down at him, and he seems at peace. You’d like to imagine that he was smiling under all that fabric, so you will. You aren’t sure how comfortable it is to sleep with that on your face, or if he could even breathe right like that, but you don’t question him. There’s no reason to poke the bear lying on your chest. Especially since you’re trying to tame it. 

But, as you study his face, you notice something new. Normally, when he closes his eyes, his face is a flat void. You can’t even tell he’s human, or he’s wearing a mask. It’s all a single, 2-D shape that he calls a body. And when his eyes are open, the blue pierces through a still darkness, one that melts into the rest. He looks more like a living shadow, in all dark and clinging to the walls. His face always seemed to be a flat, pitch-black surface when he closed his eyes because he was always wearing eyeblack. He had neatly painted on every surface of skin that was exposed by the eye holes of his mask, with no streaks, marks, splotches, or fingerprints. Though it would fade over time, you often noted. Over the weeks he would leave it until he had to repaint it. But now, as you look down at him on your chest, you notice another thing you had never seen before. There is no void. He’s not some faceless being in your arms. You see the faint, deep-brown shaping of his brows, his long eyelashes, the scar that covers the right side, but most importantly, the pale gleam of his skin in the little light.

He had washed the eyeblack off. And he had done it just for you.

[conseance-blog]

they didnt show klaus actually flirting with dave in the flashbacks because it was just klaus saying “whats POPPINGGGGUH UNGHHHH” and daves mind couldnt handle it like the people of 1968 had only just lost rfk, they werent ready to understand the concept of whats poppinguh ungh, klaus forced daves third eye wide open and slipped a contact lens right in there

[gatoplanet]

omg tells us more about Klaus crying after his first sex post dave

Ben could materialize already sitting down, which he knows, he’s done it about a million times, but he does the whole walking over and plopping down next to Klaus on his butt routine, which means he probably rehearsed whatever he’s about to say in front of a little ghost mirror, and-

“Not in the mood for it, Benny.”

“In the mood for what?”

Klaus stubs one of Kitty’s cigarettes on the bottom of his boot and pulls another out of the pack. “Oh, I don’t know. A lecture?”

“I don’t have a lecture.”

“You always have a lecture.”

Virginia Slims are actually not the worst cigarettes in the world.

“She seems nice,” Ben says.

“She is nice.”

“Really. You’ve done worse for yourself.”

“I dunno,” Klaus says, “her cooking skills are still untested.”

“She has a private chef, Klaus.”

“Eh, anybody can be a private chef in this decade. He’s probably, like. Putting asbestos in the quiche.”

“That’s fine, the smoking’ll kill you faster.”

“Lecture alert.”

Ben leans his head on the linoleum wall tile next to Kitty’s bathtub. Which is full of water, because Klaus had been planning to put himself in it. He’s gonna have to drain it and fill it up warm again. That’s a task for after this cigarette is smoked. And maybe another one after that.

“We can probably find you a job,” Ben says. “A room somewhere, or something. If you want to.”

“I dunno if you missed the part where we just talked about the private chef-“

“Klaus,” Ben says, very softly, “it’s been two days.”

“Fuck off,” Klaus says. “Fuck off, actually, with that.”

“I don’t know what you think I’m trying to - Klaus, I mean it’s been two days, obviously you’re not-“

“Not what, Ben?”

“Yourself. You’re not yourself.”

“Okay,” Klaus says, “I know you died with your flower unplucked, so you’re just gonna have to take my word for it, but it goes like that sometimes, okay? Shit happens, or it doesn’t, and you make it work. She’s like, a hundred, she gets it.”

“Klaus, I think-“

“Why were you looking, anyway? Weirdo.”

“I just noticed,” Ben says, “that you were chainsmoking old lady cigarettes and crying on a bathroom floor, and I thought maybe you might want to talk about it.”

“Name a single thing about any of what you just said that you think I’d want to talk about.”

“Got it. My mistake.”

Ben doesn’t leave. He just sits there. They sit there together, dressed all the way down to their boots, while Kitty, who is nice and funny and remarkably spry for her age, sleeps off her chardonnay in the next room.

“If you ever want to,” Ben says, “you can. Talk, I mean.”

Klaus’s Virginia Slim burned halfway down to his knuckles, at some point. He ashes it into the tub, takes a drag. “I know, Benny.”

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with a grandma again.”

“Really, you can’t believe it?”

“This is, like - three times is a pattern, Klaus.”

“She has wisdom to impart.”

“Is wisdom slang for blood pressure medication?”

“Wisdom,” Klaus says, “is however pegging happens in the 60s, because listen, if we’re stuck here-“

“Klaus-“

“A man’s gotta-“

Ben sticks his hand in the tub and splashes a palmful of water out onto Klaus’s head. Which kills what’s left of his cigarette, but it also blends his wet cheeks in with the rest of his face, so it evens out.

[michals]

A scene with Five and Allison?

“You know,” Allison says, “At first I thought you might be a robot.”

Five looks up from the memo pad he found next to a bible in the motel room’s nightstand that he’s scribbling in, “What? Why?”

Allison shrugs lazily, swirling her plastic cup of cheap whiskey. “I mean, you did drop out of the sky right after dad died, looking exactly the same as when you left. Plus I can name at least three villains who’d probably still be happy to mess with us.” She gives a thoughtful frown. “Or would have been happy to.”

Five’s ready to argue about that, because of course he’s not a robot that’s ridiculous, but…then again, it’s no more ridiculous than anything else that’s happened. Besides, mom exists. Existed. Maybe. There’s no answer to that question yet.

Five twists in the cheap plastic pool chair he’s sitting in. “When’d you figure out I wasn’t?”

Allison smirks, “When you starting insulting Diego. I mean I’m sure plenty of them would want to, it was just a little too on the nose.”

Five has to give her that one too.

Allison pushes back from the patio table she’s leaning on and gets up from her own cheap plastic chair, leaving her still almost full glass as she meanders over to the pool Five’s sitting next to. She shucks her shoes and sits down to put her feet in the water. She gives a hum like something amuses her about it but doesn’t explain herself to Five.

Five turns back to the notepad in front of him, pen poised above it ready to write…nothing. Nothing worthwhile anyway. There’s no math to be figured here – the timeline’s just royally fucked up because they fucked it up. All they’ve got right now is this shitty motel they’ve taken up refuge in and a couple of bottles of alcohol bought with money from the 1960s. He gives up, drops the paper on the cement with a huff.

It’s gotta be midnight, maybe later, the motel is quiet and only he and Allison remain outside. Klaus and Luther killed a bottle of rum between them before anyone noticed and Allison had forced them off to bed but the light in their room’s still on. Diego and Vanya gave up the ghost a little while ago, mumbling goodnights. Five’s too wound up to sleep yet, he’s not sure why Allison’s still up.

“We did always wonder where you’d gone,” Allison says to him over her shoulder, and it actually catches Five off guard.

He hasn’t had three seconds to spare thinking about it in the scant two weeks he’s been back with them, his world too chaotic, time moving at a pace he can only do his best to keep up with. But he had thought about it before, in those 45 years, he wondered sometimes what his siblings thought happened to him.

He settles back into the chair. “What’d you come up with?”

Allison smiles, tilts her head as she says, “Klaus thought you ran off to the circus. ‘The Amazing Disappearing Boy’. He was always jealous you got to ride the elephants and pet lions.”

Five can’t help the small smile that tugs at his mouth. Of course Klaus would be jealous even though it wasn’t true. “What else?” He asks.

“Diego thought you joined the FBI or the…CIA or whatever. Or some secret underground cabal of superscientists. And Ben-” she shakes her head with a soft laugh, “Ben would joke you’d come back to us as a supervillain yourself and we’d have to fight you.”

Five does smile at that. Ben was sneaky like that, he looked like the quiet one, the shy one, but Five can imagine him teasing the others with something like that. Probably even came up with a fake scenario worthy of one of their comic books.

Five won’t ask what Vanya thought, he knows enough from her book that she probably never told them. “Luther?”

Allison twists around to fully face him, propped up against her arm. “Well one time he asked me if I thought you’d succeeded. I think he wanted to believe you had.”

He’d had an argument with Luther the day before he left, he thought it was because Luther didn’t believe in him but Five’d had plenty of time to replay it in his head and now he can’t say for sure what it was really about.

“What about you?” Five asks. It’s not adrenaline keeping him awake anymore but it’s a buzz sort of like it as he listens to his sister tell him these things he’d always wanted to know.

Allison pauses, watches the ripples she’s kicking up in the water. “I thought what we all reallythought: you’d run away. You ran out the door and kept running.”

He’d run too far, he hadn’t meant to.

“We thought you’d decided you didn’t want to come back, that you were sick of dad and the Academy and you didn’t want to do the whole ‘hero’ thing, so you found a new family and you started a new life.” She shrugs, her smile somewhere between sad and wistful.

He wants to tell her that’s not true, that’s not true at all. Not just because it’s not what happened but because it’s not what he wanted to happen. He already had a family, for everything he hated it was never them. But he can’t seem to make the words come.

Allison’s back to looking across the pool as she continues. “We imagined you in one of those nice little houses we’d see through the car windows. Ben and Luther would say you’d have a room full of books and toys and Diego said you’d get to stay up late, Klaus said you had ice cream for dinner every night. I thought you’d maybe have a pet, like a dog or a cat.” When she looks over her shoulder her eyes twinkle with amusement. “Although, honestly, sometimes I’d imagine you in a boarding school, in a house all covered in vines-”

“Like Madeline,” Five finishes. She’d loved that book at a kid, Mom would read it to them.

Allison grins. “Like Madeline.”

If only, Five thinks. If only he’d failed and simply refused to turn around, if he’d found a new home and a new family. Unlike her though, unlike all of them, he can’t imagine them. Can’t imagine the kind of family he’d run to, who those people would be. He’d never considered anyone else a possibility, he’s surprised now to think they’d thought he could.

Allison’s gaze goes distant. “Ben…it was different with Ben. We knew he was gone. But Five-” she pauses, her attention coming back to him, “we just thought you’d run away.”

He shakes his head. “It was never you guys, you know. It’s not that I wanted to leave you.” He hates how scratchy his voice sounds.

Her smile returns, softer this time, “You came back at least.”

Five lets out a harsh breath, furrows his brow. “I sure did didn’t I?”

Allison throws her head back and laughs out loud, Five is surprised to find himself grinning.

She settles and shakes her head to herself, another private thought that Five is more hopeful about hearing someday. She swings her legs out of the pool and picks up her shoes. “Alright, bed time I think.”

Five was originally going to share a room with Luther until Klaus had been shooed off with him earlier so now the only bed left is the other twin in Allison’s room. Allison gives a little wave of her hand like she expects him to follow like of course he should. They leave their shoes at the ends of the beds, and Allison turns off the lamp on the nightstand between them.

“I could still be a robot,” Five says, “or a supervillain.” Allison laughs again.

Five thinks he should be disappointed that his siblings thought that he’d just decided he didn’t want to be around them and that he’d been happy for so long without them. Disappointed that they were so sure of it that they’d never thought to look for him. But he can’t be because all their ideas were better than the reality and he finds he likes that they came up with all these happy fantasies for him. To them he’d lead a very different life. Then he came back and proved them all wrong in the worst way.

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Nooo the Five and Klaus headcanon makes so much sense I can't believe I never thought about it before. Obviously Five would never stand still if he knew something like that was happening. Makes me wonder how much each sibling knew about what was going on for the others. Maybe Five followed them? And nooo when Five disappeared Klaus was left alone in there, and what if Veggie made him look for Five? That'd be so messed up. Maybe that's how he knew Five wasn't dead? Now I'm sad for them both.

Heeeey. Sorry for the late reply.

Honestly I just love that headcanon so much. It’s 100% something Five would do. I think it just...fits. I mean really, he can teleport, he loves his siblings. and has no problems breaking the rules, especially for them.

I don’t think he would’ve had too difficult of a time getting there because as it was pointed out here, it’s very likely the mausoleum was literally on the academy roof.

We can’t really see it here

But the designs are incredibly similar (the telescope, the UA symbol in the circle, the trees) so it’s possible we just don’t see it in the above pic because of the angle.

It could be here

Or maybe somewhere over here.

It’s definitely a mausoleum in the top pic though.

But anyway, I’m getting off topic!

I don’t really know how much the others knew about it. We know that Ben at least knew. Its possible that since Reginald wasn’t exactly one to spare or consider people’s feelings it just might have not been something he went out of his way to hide. Like if it was deemed a part of training he probably didn’t make it a secret because Reginald would’ve absolutely considered himself in the right and how dare anyone ever question him??

I think...they would’ve been old enough to understand what was happening, at least to understand how terrifying it would be. According to the IMDB cast list, Klaus was 8 years old. (Ironically, that is 5 years before Five disappeared.)

Honestly the mental image is just...so sad. They really were just little kids.

Imagine little 8 year old Five, sneaking out to the mausoleum with a flashlight, knowing that he can’t do anything to make Reginald stop or chase away the phantoms only his brother sees. All he can do is just be there. Maybe when he comes it always startles Klaus but afterwards he just latches onto him, holding him so tightly and begging him not to leave. Maybe sometimes Five brings board games or food or cards or a book to help distract him. Maybe, on nights when it gets too much, when the spirits are so so loud, he teleports Klaus out and lets him sit outside for a while and just breathe. But ultimately, he knows he can’t always stay, he constantly has to be on guard for Reginald, leaping away every time he hears a set of footsteps.

I wonder if Klaus was still getting locked in there at age 13 after Five disappeared, I wonder if it even mattered at that point because by then he was already doing drugs and probably drinking too. I think he probably did try to conjure Five at least once, that it was something that always lingered in the back of his mind.

Tbh the whole thing is just incredibly angsty and something I will absolutely hold onto until canon proves otherwise. Honestly if the mausoleum was really that close, I could see any one of them sneaking up to check on Klaus at least once.

(Also if this whole thing wasn’t awful enough, I leave you with one last parting thought; if it was actually up on the roof, that’s probably where they put Ben’s body.)

[procrastinatorimagines]

Our Little Secret Part 9

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Series: Our Little Secret

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // 

Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 (Final)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,369

Summary: Y/N Gilbert tried to put Mystic Falls - it’s problems, and her whirlwind romance with Klaus Mikaelson - behind her after she graduated, but all it takes is one unusual phone call to bring her right back to where she started and into the path of her first love as she races to solve the mystery threatening the lives of everyone in her home town.

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce // @april-14-blog // @akshi8278 // @keiko0 // @mylovehes // @your-new-mom​

The Salvatore School looked like a fortress, but you’d know that building anywhere, a sense of nostalgia settling in as you approached it’s chained and heavily fortified gates. 

“Something’s wrong,” Klaus slowed his walk, on high alert as he glanced around. You could feel it too, the shift in the air, hands ghosting over your weapon as you surveyed the surrounding area. 

You were fast, but Klaus had vampiric advantage, catching the crossbow bolt as it shot out of the trees towards you, inches from your shoulder as had already begun to dodge the attack. 

“Wait! They’re friendlies,” a voice called from the other side of the gate, Klaus practically growling as he snapped the arrow in his hand. You smiled as the figure got closer, finally becoming visible in the dim light of the moon. Alaric. 

A second figure emerged from one side, a teenaeger, dark curly hair and apologetic eyes as he lowered a crossbow. “Sorry,” he told you, shouldering the weapon and heading towards Alaric, both their party and yours meeting on opposite sides of the gate. 

“Alaric Saltzman,” Klaus greeted, looking the man up and down. He looked older than you remembered, but then, it had been years. 

“Klaus,” Alaric nodded, his face softening as he turned to you, “hey Y/N, you’re one of the last people I expected to see here.”

“Got a strange phone call from Hope Mikaelson,” you told him, he and the teenager exchanged a look. 

“Where is my daughter anyway? She could explain it better, it seems this school has managed to avoid the slumber effecting the rest of the town,” Klaus looked expectantly at Alaric.

“Wait, Hope isn’t with you?” The boy asked, looking immediately worried. 

Klaus’ face fell. “Why would she be?” He asked, and you could see the fear in his eyes.

“Well, she left the grounds yesterday- no one’s seen her since,” he answered as the colour drained from Klaus’ face. 

“Maybe you should come inside,” Alaric decided solemnly, glancing around warily before opening the gates enough to let you and Klaus slide in, locking the gates again tightly with a chilling clang. 

Klaus was quiet all the way inside. You didn’t have any children of your own, but you knew she was his world, and now she was in trouble. 

“How come no one here’s affected?” You blurted soon after stepping inside. Students of all ages were milling around, preparing weapons, researching, practicing spells... It was the only part of Mystic Falls seemingly untouched.

“Wards,” Alaric explained briefly, one eye on Klaus the entire time as you passed by the students and followed him into his office, the boy still in tow too. “Landon, you don’t need to be here for this,” he told the boy, who shook his head adamantly.

“If Hope’s in danger I have to help her,” he insisted.

“Ah, so you’re the Landon Kirby she’s told me about,” Klaus said with a tone that told you this Landon was his daughter’s boyfriend. This could be interesting.

Landon, to his credit, held Klaus’ stare. “Yes, and I want to help.” Klaus nodded after a moment, you needed all the help you could get. Plus, you suspected he wanted Landon to stick close for other reasons too.

“Tell us everything,” you said to Alaric, who nodded gravely and gestured for you to all sit down. It was finally time to get some answers. 

“We don’t know what is causing this... sleeping curse, but it seems to put everything it comes into contact with into a deep, unwakable sleep, so no one who’s seen it can tell us what it is. But what we do know is that it doesn’t affect vampires, so we’ve theorised that it has something to do people’s life forces maybe?” Alaric explained, both you and Klaus listening intently. 

“It also can’t get past the school’s wards, thankfully, but it all happened so fast that by the time we’d figured it out it was too late to bring anyone into the safety of our walls,” he continued, taking a breath to prepare himself as he got to the bit Klaus was most eager to hear, “Hope snuck out sometime yesterday, against direct instruction, to try and investigate, she’s part vampire so she hedged her bets on being immune. But... she hasn’t been back since, and the few vamps we could spare to search the woods closest to the school found nothing. We didn’t want to risk sending them further, just because they aren’t put to sleep, doesn’t mean we know what could happen to them.”

There was a snapping noise, making you jump as you looked to Klaus, who had been gripping the arms of his chair so hard he’d crushed to wood into splinters. 

“Some myths of vampires have them eating people’s energy,” you mused, earning surprised and curious glances from your audience, “what? I mean they aren’t thought to put an entire town to sleep, but energy and life force could be interchangeable here, and your regular vampire isn’t exactly alive by that definition.”

“Take the girl out of Mystic Falls...” Alaric gave you a faint, proud smile.

“Yeah, I’ve thought that once or twice since I got here,” you replied, looking to the crossbow you’d leant up against your chair. 

“It’s happening in New Orleans too,” Klaus revealed to Alaric, filling him in on what little he knew, and how it linked to your phone call with Hope.

“One of the only people any of us actually know who got out of this town in one peice,” Alaric said maybe a little too cynically, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. 

“So how do we find my daughter?” Klaus voiced, his singular focus clear, not that you could blame him, you wanted to make sure your sister and her family were safe too.

“She’s a witch too right?” You asked, a thought forming. Klaus nodded. “Landon, did she say anything since this started about any spells? Protection? Locating? Maybe even trying to wake someone up?”

You doubted she’d have told Alaric about any potentially dangerous plan, but her boyfriend? You’d told Klaus all your secrets back in High School, and teenagers didn’t change much.

Landon looked a little guilty, “she did mention something about locating an epicentre? She said whatever was doing this had to be hiding somewhere, even if it did originally come from the Malivore pit,” Landon rubbed the back of his neck as Alaric quickly filled you in on what the hell a Malivore pit was. Huh, Mystic Falls had really been having the time of it in recent years. 

“Did she tell you if she found anything? Her aunt Freya did a similar spell, but it only pin pointed Mystic Falls, not a specific location in the town,” Klaus tried to clarify, desperate to understand what his daughter was doing. But you didn’t wonder too hard, she was her father’s daughter afterall.

“Sorry, no, really she did,” Landon told you, and you believed him, he clearly cared about her too much to protect a secret that might be putting her in danger. 

“Well, I mean, it’s Mystic Falls - has anyone checked the High School?” You piped up, “hundreds of children in one place? Youthful life energy rife to be fed on?”

Alaric considered it for a second, “even if you’re right, I can’t afford to send my kids, they’re children.”

Klaus was about to argue when you shot out your hand, putting it on his arm and shaking your head. Alaric was right, risking the students of the school wasn’t fair, even if you’d been younger than some of them when you’d been thrust into the path of danger. 

“Well I’m going,” Klaus rose, determination clear.

“So am I,” you said, standing with him as he turned to object.

“Absolutely not, you’re human, not even a witch Y/N-” Klaus began but you cut him off.

“I’m a Gilbert, with training, and Hope called me. I’m here to help her Klaus, and I’m going to,” you told him, leaving no room for argument. 

This had been your home once, Klaus the man you loved, and that still meant something. You had to see this through.

[zodiyack]

Complications

Requested by anon: Okay so I had this idea where the reader is the daughter of Klaus's father (you know the werewolf) and she somehow gets caught up with the Mikaelsons and she is considered a part of the family (maybe she is a hybrid too) meanwhile there is a thing going on with Elijah (if you know what I mean). I would love if you could do anything with that idea and I can't wait to see it!! Thank you so much!!!

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Female!Reader, Niklaus Mikaelson + Female!Half-sister!reader

Warnings: Swearing, death mentions, indicated mentions of smut?, somewhat stalking, angst

Words: 1,849

Note: I hope you like it! I, again, got caught up on the idea haha

Key: Y/f/d = Your Favorite Drink

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @darling-i-read-it​

Masterlist | The Originals Masterlist

She watched him carefully, the trailing of her eyes hidden by the sunglasses that rested upon the bridge of her nose. After centuries of watching, waiting, timing, and searching; she’d found him.

“Excuse me, do I know you?”

But of course there had to be a catch to her luck.

“No.” She shoved past the person in a rush, not caring to see who they were... or rather, attempted to push past them, before they grabbed her.

“Not so fast, ma’am. I believe I do indeed know you. So please, answer me this; why are you always where my brother is?” Her arm was pulled back roughly, causing her sunglasses to fall off her face. “You’ve taking a liking to him too, hm?” The smirk that she loved oh so much graced his face.

“Elijah...”

“Hello to you too, my love.” His grip on her arm softened and was used to pull her in for a kiss. “I haven’t seen you in a long, long time. Why is that?”

It wasn’t as simple as she’d like to say it was.

How on earth do you tell your boyfriend of many centuries that his brother is your half brother? That you’ve been stalking him because you were too chicken to introduce yourself. That you were too chicken because you believed he would turn you away with genuine disbelief?

She shared the same dad as Niklaus, but their mothers were...different. Klaus’ being a witch, and Y/n’s being another werewolf. So her relationship was Elijah was acceptable if one were to look at the whole picture.

How she became a hybrid, wasn’t too different of a story. Esther had been talking to Ansel through a Hand Of Glory, when he brought up his daughter. He pleaded to the witch, begging that she be spared from Mikael’s rage. He wanted her to be indestructible to Mikael, or at least given a chance to live her life, a good life.

So she obliged. After the situation had been introduced to her, Y/n had agreed to be, and was, turned into a vampire in secret before Esther instructed her to run as fast as her feet could carry her, to run and never stop. Eventually, word of Mikael’s death had spread, and Y/n began to be more obvious about her search.

Esther didn’t have to tell her about her affair with Ansel, not that she had the chance to anyways, as Niklaus’ actions caused talk to begin. Even before he’d broken the curse that bound his werewolf-side.

Before Mikael was vanquished, she would subtly appear in events held by the Mikaelsons, events held by humans, events held by the supernatural community, sometimes even just lurking around in public. All of which, of course, ended with her leaving Elijah’s bed.

He was the only Mikaelson to know of her.

She didn’t intend to catch feelings for her half-brother’s brother. But it happened. Just as she didn’t intend to be the second, and the only other, Original Hybrid.

“I... I’ve been busy.”

“You stay with me for a day or two and then disappear for a random number of months or years. Is this business your affair?”

She quirked a brow, “Affair?”

Elijah chuckled, pulling her close to him, burying her head in his chest. “All I’m asking is if this business is tearing you away from me. Just as an affair would a couple.”

“It’s...complicated.”

“Y/n, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but everything about immortality is complicated. You can talk to me, you know?” His face contorted with concern as she pulled away from him. “Is it about us?”

“No, Elijah, it’s not...” She sighed, “Like I’ve said. It’s-”

“Complicated.” Y/n nodded, averting her eyes and chewing on her lip. Elijah’s hand lifted to cup her face, forcing her to meet his brown orbs. “That’s fine with me.”

“It’s a long story-”

“And we’re immortal. Come with me, Y/n.” His eyes flickered across her face, studying for any signs of hesitation or rejection. “We can talk about it over a cup of y/f/d.”

As she entered the Mikaelson’s home, her breath hitched. While she would be getting both of what she wanted, she wasn’t sure she was as ready as she convinced herself she was.

Backing out was no longer part of the deal, as Klaus had already begun to approach the couple.

“Well well well! Could it be?” He was loud, announcing his surprise to the rest of the family. “Has Elijah finally removed the stick from his ass?”

“I can remove it if need be. But that’s not the reason she’s here.”

“So he hasn’t claimed you?” Klaus’ gaze shifted to Y/n, brows lifted with amusement and interest.

Her happy expression morphed into one of disgust. It wasn’t his fault, she knew that, but the thought of her half-brother hitting on her was...not enjoyable. “I’m afraid he has. However, he is correct.”

Klaus waited, expecting her to explain; the context missing from both of their dialogue. “Correct about what, love? I’m going to need a little more than that.”

“He’s correct about many things, but to be specific, I’m talking about the reason I’m here. It has no relation to our love-life.” She walked to the cushioned seats, sighing and patting the one in front of her, “You might wanna sit down.” They stayed in place. “Both of you. Sit. Now!”

Y/n started off the conversation slow and easy, explaining her place as an immortal. “I have...refrained from telling Elijah my story due to the fact that I’d like to be the one to tell you, on my own terms and timing.”

“Tell me?” Niklaus scoffed with a mocking chuckle, which slowly died down as he noticed the seriousness in her glare. “You’re serious? ...Well? Get on with it!”

“Patience, Niklaus. She said it would be told on her own timing, did she not?” Elijah’s eyes never left Y/n, narrowing with interest.

“Thank you, E. Anyways...yes. It involves you, Klaus.”

“Tell me, Y/n, how involved in this am I? Ooo, am I your soulmate or any of that annoying, not to mention make-believe, rubbish? Or am I your long lost lover that you somehow managed to make me forget about? Oh, oh! Am I-”

“You’re my brother!” Her outburst was caused by his nagging. The annoyance was far too much for her handle, but that wasn’t new with anyone who knew Nik.

Elijah’s lips pressed together tightly. His eyes, as well as his brother’s, were widened upon the new information.

“Doesn’t that...yeah, that’s gross. Huh- And you knew?” Kol chimed in, leaning against the wall with amusement, as well as a twinge of genuine disgust.

“No! It’s not like that! I’m not related to you, or Elijah, or Rebekah, or Fre-”

“How do you know about the rest of us, love?” She was starting to get annoyed with the younger Mikaelson, despite having just talked to him for the first time.

“Kol. Let her get to it on her own t-”

“Timing?” Klaus laughed. “Well look how that turned out. I’d like it if you answered my brother’s question, Y/n.” He looked deep into her eyes, as if trying to compel her. She simply laughed in response. Klaus sat back down, full of confusion.

“You can’t compel me. Like I said, I’m your sister... Well, half sister. Ansel was my father, my mother...another werewolf. He impregnated her a tiny bit after he did so with your mother, so I’m not that much younger than you. Not even close to a year.”

“How are you still alive then?” Kol made his presence known, yet again. “And how can we not compel you?” 

“Because. Esther preformed the spell on me just as she had all of you. It was,” her head turned back to Klaus, eyes beginning to drift to the floor, “our father’s idea.”

Klaus grunted, "That’s a lie, and you know it.”

“No. It’s not. And you know it.” Y/n stood up, running somewhere and returning with her vampire speed. “That prove it? I’m a hybrid too, Niklaus. Sure, Esther never told me about you-”

“Our father died not long after we were turned. There was no way he talked to my mother.”

“Ever hear of a Hand Of Glory? She spoke to him, and apparently, from what she told me, he wanted me to be spared from Mikael’s rage. So, she turned me too. Instructed me to run, and I did. I just... I couldn’t stay away from you guys.”

“She’s telling the truth...” Elijah’s eyes were focused on the stone flooring, expression revealing how deep he was in thought.

He remembered. The girl dancing next to Tatia, masked, yet still breathtaking. He just never noticed her fully until now. Then there was her random appearances over the years.

“And how would you know that?” Kol chuckled.

“She was there. Dancing with Tatia. Dancing with the princess. Talking amongst the witches. Caring for the werewolves. Think about it, brothers. We’ve seen her many times, and the only one who actually got close enough to remember was me...”

“So you were the one calling out his name during the flop of a birthday party Rebekah attempted to hold for him?”

“I heard that!” She stormed down the steps, saving Y/n from the reddening of her cheeks. “And I believe her. She’s family, whether Nik likes it or not. Whether you,” her finger jabbed Kol’s chest harshly, “like it or not.”

“So it’s not weird that I’m in love with Elijah?”

“I mean...it’s a little weird without context, but knowing the full story... Well let’s just tell people that you’re married and that’s why you call Nik your brother. The full story can be reserved for those who need to know it.” Rebekah chuckled nervously. It was a relief to have another woman in the family.

“I like that idea...but why pretend that we’re married?” Elijah’s voice held a suggestive tone, catching Y/n by it’s hook.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well...why pretend when we can make that idea a reality?” He shrugged, as if he was offering a casual proposal, not one for marriage. “I mean, unless you’d rather have people think...”

“Oh god no. Please, marry me as soon as possible. I’d rather marry the love of my life and get to live with my brother, who, by the way, I’ve been searching for for a very long time, than have to explain our...complications.”

“Yes, well, little sister, you’ll have to explain those complications to me. I’d really...um...like to hear more about you and all that...” Klaus trailed off, embarrassed of his sudden softness. She was family, but he had yet to grow used to her, to grow used to being brotherly to her.

“I’d like that.” His worry ceased, and relief greeted him. “Just you, me, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, Freya... and our complications.”

“Ah,” Klaus stood to his feet, walking to the table and pouring drinks, “yes,” he handed one to each of his siblings, aside from Freya due to her absence, “what would the Mikaelsons be without those wretched things?” 

[e-vasong]

hi!! I just wanted to ask about the daemon AU--do you have a headcanon abt when their daemons would settle? or did they just settle after puberty? Did 5's daemon settle before or after the apocolypse?

AH!! this is such a good question.  I’m gonna put a cut after this first bit, though, because I took a simple question and accidentally...wrote a 2k thing that kinda straddles the line between answering your question and being a freeform fic? whoops.

Okay.  So I think all the kids probably settle a little later than normal for most people.  It’s been a while since I read the books, but I recall that most daemons, though not all, settle towards the start of puberty.  I headcanon that trauma is one of the things that can push that process back, and all the Hargreeves kids have that in abundance.  Not to mention that I don’t think isolating your kids from a normal childhood and forcing them into a vigilante lifestyle is exactly helpful for their development.

Luther settles first, a day after their thirteenth birthday.  It happens without much fanfare, while they’re resting at home after a mission.  There’s not much a golden retriever can do on a mission that another animal can’t do just as well or better, and Reginald really emphasizes the utility of their daemons above all else.  But sometimes Luther likes to let Amalthea turn into big, soft things when their dad isn’t looking.  He likes them, even if Diego mocks him relentlessly for it.  And that afternoon Amalthea plops down on his chest and turns into a golden retriever, licking at his chin to comfort him after the verbal excoriation their father had given them after the mission had gone wrong at every possible turn.  It’s a miracle none of them were hurt.  That scares Luther more than anything else.  How close he’d come to failing and getting someone killed.  And they don’t even realize that she’s settled until like an hour later when they’re headed downstairs and Amalthea tries to shift back into a form that their father will find dignified and just...can’t.

Klaus settles next much to everyone’s surprise.  It happens a few months after Luther.  Their father has them locked in the crypt again, and it’s particularly bad tonight.  Klaus can see them everywhere, tearing at his clothes, clawing at his skin, and he can barely breathe.  They go after Cassandra just as eagerly as they do him, but she’s harder to catch.  Suddenly she’s a falcon, an ermine, a rat scuttling through a new hole in the wall that their father must have missed.  And then she’s outside.  Twelve, thirteen feet away maybe, and it pulls at the connection between them, almost to the point of being painful.  Hurts enough to gear Klaus out of his catatonic haze and get him to push through the throng of ghosts just to get a couple feet closer to her.  And then Cassandra is a cicada, fluttering up to the lock.  And then she’s a raccoon, clawing futilely at it with those deft, clever fingers, but unable to work it open without anything to jimmy the lock open with.  Yet she’s also trapped by their bond, unable to venture and look for something to use.  And so she tries to shift back to rat, to get back inside, and just.  Doesn’t.  Can’t.  So Klaus stills his breathing long enough to stumble over to the door of the crypt, pressing his back flat against it and trying to still his breathing.  Cassandra curls up in a small ball in front of the door.  And they stay like that all night, until their father comes to let them out in the morning.

Allison, Diego, and Vanya all settle pretty close together, towards the end of their thirteenth year and the start of their fourteenth.

Allison settles on a mission.  She’s so busy rumoring a bad guy into killing his friends that she doesn’t notice the one behind her until Diego drops to the ground with a muffled cry of pain.  She makes a noise, a hoarse-sounding scream of shock and surprise.  But she’s well-trained enough to wrestle her gut reaction under control quickly.  She whips around, a rumor already on her lips, but before she can say anything Alexander is there.  A flash of muted gold and black, not hulking but still larger than she expects.  He jumps, first onto a table.  The spring inside a loaded gun.  Fifty pounds of coiled muscle and snarling rage.  Then he leaps again, surprisingly agile.  There’s a flash of canine, long and sharp.  The man dies with a gurgle, and when Alexander pads over to Diego’s injured body, licking at their brother’s face with concern, Allison sees that those white teeth are bloody and red.

Diego settles during one of their sneak-outs.  They’re walking along the pier, eating fish tacos they bought from a vendor nearby.  Ben is reading as they walk, flipping pages idly.  He’s not paying attention to where they’re going, though Luther keeps trying to get him to put the book down.  But then Diego had told Luther to lay the fuck off, and that had turned into a whole thing, and Ben’s still reading his book.  If Five were here, there wouldn’t be any concern about it.  He’d had that sort of quiet, watchful way about him, where you knew that even if he wasn’t actively stopping you from doing something, he was still keeping an eye out to make sure it didn’t kill you.  If Five were here, he’d have made them take Vanya.  If Five were here...

But he isn’t.  He’s probably off somewhere, living happily away from their father and from them.  Asshole.  It’s an uncharitable thought, and Guinevere would bite him for it if he said it out loud, but Diego is so caught up in his anger that he doesn’t see Ben walk into the pole until its too late.  

Ben swears, hands flying to his face automatically.  Klaus bursts into hysterical laughter.  Allison’s gasps, putting a hand to her mouth.  Ben’s book tumbles out of his hands and into the water, and Guinevere--also laughing--follows it, turning small and furry as she does.  She doesn’t catch it before it gets soaked, but she gets the book in her teeth and paddles over to a small ladder that drops down off the dock.  Ben turns to thank her, but Diego is too distracted to catch what he says.  Diego just settled, he’s pretty sure.  He can feel it in his bones.  He’d kind of been hoping for something that would prove once and for all that he’s better than Luther, but frankly their father isn’t going to be any more pleased with otter than golden retriever.  That’s kind of a bummer.  But when he kneels down to let Guinevere scramble up his arm and around his neck, he can’t really bring himself to care.  She’s Gwen, and he’s Diego, and if their father has anything to say about it?  Well then.  He can go fuck himself.

Vanya settles that winter.  She’s playing her violin in the living room.  Ben is sitting nearby.  They aren’t hanging out, not exactly.  None of her siblings really hang out with her, not since Five, but Ben maybe comes the closest.  Calliope usually takes the form of a cat, winding around Vanya’s ankles as she plays.  She used to turn into a capuchin sometimes, to flip the pages of Vanya’s music, but Io has more or less soured Vanya on monkey daemons these days.  But still.  Things are nice, and today they are in a particularly good mood.  Ben’s company is comforting; it’s nice not to be alone; and Vanya hasn’t missed a single note.  So today, Calliope flutters up onto her shoulder and sings along with her.  And she never changes back.  And when Vanya shyly shows her to their family later, Reginald sniffs, disdainful, having barely spared them a flicker of a glance.  Just a songbird, he says dismissively.  And that is that.

(And later, years and years later, Leonard peers into the veil of Vanya’s hair.

“Is that your daemon?” he asks affably.  He looks unbothered by the way Vanya cringes.  His orb weaver is crawling up the sleeve of his shirt, looking almost like a toy or a strange decorative pin.

“Yeah,” Vanya says.  Cal is a bundle of fluffed-up feathers nestled in the crook of Vanya’s neck.  She huddles in closer at the sight of Leonard’s attention.

“What is she?” Leonard asks, then holds his hands up apologetically.  “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Just a songbird.”

“Just a songbird?” Leonard echoes.  He leans in closer.  “Hey, she’s a...great tit, right?  I’ve read about those.”

“Oh?” Vanya asks, bracing herself for whatever is going to come next.  Leonard is a nice guy; she’s sure he means well.  It doesn’t mean that what he says next isn’t going to hurt.

“Yeah,” Leonard smiles at her.  “You’re right.  They are songbirds.  But they’re more than that.”

Vanya pauses, lifts a hand to her hair uncertainly.  She hadn’t expected that.  “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m surprised your family didn’t ever say anything to you, I have to admit.  They are songbirds, Vanya.  But they’re hunters too,” Harold says.  There’s wonder in his eyes, and when Vanya looks up to meet his gaze, he just smiles.)

Ben, like Luther, settles without much fuss.  Once a week, since they turned ten, they’ve had a designated time to try out new forms for their daemon.  Their father brings out books on zoology.  Gives them specimen after specimen to try.  Ben isn’t quite sure that this is how it’s supposed to work.  All accepted science suggests that settling is half a physical affair and half a mental one.  It’s not just about finding the right shape, it's about state of mind as well.  Amalthea is a golden retriever, but if she had tried that form when Luther was eight, Ben doubts that she would have settled.  But their father doesn’t much seem to care, nor does he seem to understand.  Then again, Io and their father have a dynamic that Ben doesn’t quite get either.  They seem less like human and daemon and more like warden and prison guard.  But maybe that’s just Ben projecting.

Melpomene takes to their father’s training with more courage than Ben does.  His stomach hurts; he wishes that he could go back to bed. This is worse now.  All the others have settled, and Ben’s been doing this part of their training alone for almost a year.  But Mel is braver than Ben is, and she takes the lead.  So they go down the list, while their father watches with those piercing eyes.  Io is perched on the desk, lips drawing back from his teeth whenever Ben so much as twitches a muscle in the wrong direction.

Mel turns into a large octopus.  A cassowary.  A vulture, a great Philippine Eagle, a Sumatran rhino, a spectacled caiman.

And then she stops.  Tries to shift again.

“I’m stuck,” Mel declares, sounding just as surprised as Ben feels.  Their father’s back straightens, and it’s the nearest thing he’s ever given Ben to pride.  He peers over his spectacles.  Nods.

“This is acceptable,” their father says, like there’s any other option.  It’s not like Ben can do anything about it, but he holds his tongue and stares at the floor again.  A predator.  A scary one, not like Guinevere or Amalthea.  Even Alexander is cuddly.  Crocodilians, though, people hate.  This isn’t how Ben wanted his settling to go.  He hadn’t wanted their father to be right.

Ben’s stomach twists.  He feels something nudge against the inner lining of his gut, like it’s trying to escape, and ignores it.

“Dismissed, Number Six,” their father says, and when Ben turns to go his eyes feel wet.

And Five...Ugh.  I’m debating how much of this I want to share, because I actually have this scene written elsewhere?  But Five settles last.  Five settles last by no small margin, not just chronologically, but by age as well.  Five settles late even among other late bloomers.  He settles when he’s eighteen.  Approximately.  It’s hard to keep track of days in the Apocalypse; Five is good with numbers and has a great memory, but it’s been five years by this point and the days are starting to blur, even for him.  The lateness of his settling comes from a combination of trauma, a lack of socialization, and the fact that he is desperately trying to avoid it.  He and Dolores keep a list of forms that they know are safe, forms that she’s taken again and again and hasn’t settled in yet.  

Because in the Apocalypse, an unsettled daemon is an incredible asset.  She can be a hawk, fluttering up to a roof to scout for places to salvage.  A wolf, sniffing out supplies.  An elephant, moving rubble and bricks so they can turn what remains of the library’s atrium into a makeshift shelter.  And a bear, warm and hardy.  That form’s kept Five from freezing to death for the past several winters.  But the thing about nature is that it always finds a way.  They can only fight it for so long.  And one night Five wakes up, and Dolores is a snake, and she can’t shift out.  She’s cold, too.  The night temperatures are too much for her now.  

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, she says to Five, almost frantic with it.

It’s fine, he tells her as she curls up under his jacket, soaking up the warmth radiating from his chest.  You’re beautiful.  It sounds like a lie.  It kind of feels like one too, even though he means it. 

This should be a wonderful thing.  It would have been, under almost any other circumstances. 

They do make it, of course.  We know that.  Five is clever and he is determined and he has no choice but to survive.  He will accept no other outcome, and he’s right in that.  They suffer, but they live.  They win and they get back to their family.  

In the moment, though, they are just a seventeen-year-old boy and his daemon, entirely alone in a world that doesn’t care whether they live or die, and it mainly feels like a death sentence.

(BUT THEN ALSO THEY ALL REUNITE WHEN FIVE TIME TRAVELS BACK AND BEN COMES BACK TO LIFE SOMEHOW AND LEARNS SELF LOVE AND THEY ALL RECOVER FROM THEIR TRAUMA TOGETHER YEE HAW)

[finalcreacher]

From The Earth to The Morgue || Ch. 2

A/n- This has been in the editing stage since November...fuck.

No major warnings. Strong language, mentioned panic attacks and Ben’s death, and some suggestive content.

Word Count: 1,772 (or something like that??)

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Previous Chapter(s): One

At the end of the meeting, Klaus is confused. He spent the majority of the time anxious and worked up, and Y/n was nice enough to calm him down. Most people would ignore his odd behaviors, or yell at him to stop- that there was no reason for him to do it, that he was just doing it for attention. Which maybe wasn't all too untrue sometimes. He still hated that, he really did. But as the group counselor gets up, and wishes everyone a good rest of their day and to come back next week at the same time, and let's everyone know he'll still be here for a few extra minutes if anyone needs anything. Y/n let's go of his hand and quickly gathers up all of their stuff. They begin to leave with as little as a smile to him, and when he gives them an odd, worried look, they ask if he's coming to the next meeting.

He frantically nods, scrambling out of his seat. "Yes, I am!"

They stop at the exit, seemingly waiting for him. "I wasn't sure if you were going to show today," they answer honestly.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he says, allowing Y/n to lead the two of them out of the building.

They hum in return, "Yeah? Why's that?"

They look out at the sidewalk, both directions crowded as all hell- as they decide to walk on the less populated side, and he follows suit. He rummages through his many pockets, when he finally slips out a small piece of paper.

"Well, you did give me this-" Klaus waves the folded drawing in your face. "What was that about? Besides,” he adds. “You were really cute."

They're about to say something, as Klaus reverts his attention to Ben, who lets out an exasperated sigh beside him, "Really, Klaus? First person that might actually see me, and you scare them off by flirting."

Klaus- trying to act innocent- throws his hands up. "What? I'm not doing anything."

Ben rolls his eyes at him. "Whatever, idiot. You should probably talk to them before they keep giving you that look."

Klaus looks back to see them with a perplexed and worried expression. He laughs, "You were saying?"

Y/n sighs, grinning at him. "You're really something, Klaus. Y'know, I was hoping you'd ask about the drawing. I saw you talking to someone- well,” they pause, hesitating. “I'm still not sure if it is someone. So either you're bat shit crazy, or you can sense someone, too."

Klaus laughs, "That's Ben. You can see him?"

They shake their head, "I sure felt him though. His presence, that is. He seems friendly- albeit a little invasive. Looking at someone's sketchbook uninvited is kinda rude, y'know?"

They laugh, "I'm only kidding. I guess you can see him?"

He nods, somewhere between excited and upset. "Unfortunately. Y'know, Ben's a real pain in the ass sometimes- even if he is a ghost."

Ben gives him another one of those "tired of Klaus' bullshit" looks. He received a lot of those.

"Can you see all ghosts?"

"Uh-huh, part of the whole super powered thing." Oh shit, he did not mean to bring that up. He's worried you'll ask about his dad, or his siblings or what it was like to be one of the six kids who trained for the Umbrella Academy. Well, seven if he counted his sister, Vanya. Most people tended to forget her. Sometimes, he wishes people would forget him. Ghosts, especially.

They smile at him, "That's cool."

That was new. "You don't want to know more?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready. Besides, we just met."

He nodded along. He liked Y/n so far. They were intriguing- and intrigued by him- but they weren't all up in his business. He wanted to know more about them.

They interrupt his internal monologuing. "Do you live near here?"

"I'm staying at my boyfriend's- so, not exactly?" It wasn't a complete lie, but he wouldn't say anything he had with him a relationship. They hooked up once or twice, and occasionally he makes Klaus morning coffee and breakfast and they kiss sometimes- which he found a hard time admitting was actually nice- but they weren't dating. Klaus just needed a place to sleep. Nothing more, nothing less.

They hum, "We're near my place. Can I walk you home, or will I just have to see you next week?"

Klaus would love nothing more than to stay with them, walking aimlessly or heading back to their place- he didn’t mind which- but that didn't seem to be an option. And he really didn't want them meeting his not-boyfriend-boyfriend. "I'll see you next meeting!"

He tries not to look at their dejected expression, as he starts walking back in the direction they came.

"Other way, idiot," Ben lets him know.

"Gee, thanks." He looks to where they were standing, and finds they've already disappeared. Strange. He hopes he hadn't said anything to upset you.

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Klaus didn't make many meaningful connections. Not since he was young. It was hard enough growing up in isolation- his other siblings being his only confidants, his only comforts. And even that was hit or miss most of the time. They were all dealing with their own bullshit- plus one sort of ran away and the other died. Neither of those occurrences helped his friendship making skills much. Especially when one considers Klaus' only- and probably best- friend, is his dead brother, Ben. Who he's sure probably hates him sometimes. Or most times. He wouldn't be surprised. Klaus doesn't like himself very much either.

There was something about Y/n though, that felt right. A sort of connection he hadn't felt in quite some time- maybe ever. Since that day they helped him from an oncoming panic attack, he kept coming back for more. More time with them. More meetings. Every time, he'd go on walks with them afterwards, and Klaus and them would get to know each other on the way.

He learned that they were an artist. Well, he supposes he knew that already. But they'd been drawing their whole life. They said they considered making it their career once or twice, but- and this is word for word how they said it- shit happens. Klaus wonders what exactly stopped them, but figured whatever landed them a spot at NA meetings with people like him probably did the trick. He tells them they still could, and they brush him off and says they'll think about it. Klaus hopes they will.

They never ask about the academy, or his family. They do ask about Ben, and show sympathy when they find out the truth. Losing someone so close to you sucks. They never ask about Ben's past again. But they always ask Klaus how Ben's doing- present tense.

Usually good, Klaus will say. Sometimes he'll relay a message with something along the lines of Klaus being bothersome. And all in good fun, they'll giggle, and say they can relate to that. They always make sure Klaus knows they're joking, though.

Besides Ben though, they never talk about spirits. About why they could sense Ben, and if it's only Ben they can sense. Klaus realizes, early on in their friendship, that he didn't mind. He'd always wanted his siblings to understand his powers better- understand him better. He still does want that, too. But Y/n lets him exist without further explanation. They were so understanding, even when he showed his crazy and wild fronts. They gave him time to show his wild, undesirable sides and his good sides and every angle of him. To know him without analyzation but a kind understanding. 

At the end of the walks, they'd always split off to go to their respective places of living- home for them, some rando's apartment for him. It's been a few weeks since the two of you met- and he doesn't have a good feeling when he comes back today. The guy he had been sleeping with was getting tired of Klaus. Of course, he was. Klaus didn't contribute, and left at odd hours of the day- and always came back not in his right mind. He's still unsure how he had stayed that long though. How he hadn't been kicked out sooner. Or, threatened to be.

He had been given a few days notice from his ex-not-boyfriend-boyfriend.

God, and he was getting so used to having a proper meal the other day. Then...his mind wanders off. Somewhere far into the corners of his brain, as it picks out an image of them. The realization hits in two steps. He had to leave Y/n- and he wants to tell them in person. Anytime Klaus found himself in similar situations- which was a good handful, maybe a dozen times a year- where he’d be tossed to the streets or require a different place to stay for one reason or another. Where he would have to leave all his small lives he’s created for himself- created as a dent in the shape of someone else’s life, insignificant and not impactful, yet, there nonetheless. Still his body had never ached at the idea of leaving people behind. 

Their eyes go wide, and then furrow in worry. “You really don’t have anywhere else to go?” A ‘i’d hate for you to go’ staying as a lump in their throat.

Klaus shakes his head wildly, “Afraid not!”

Y/n looks away, as if in deep thought. They unconsciously bite at their thumb’s fingernail. "You can stay at my place- I have an extra bedroom."

Klaus perks up and looks at them with excited eyes, and then quickly deflates. "Are you sure? I don't have any cash, but I can do other things-"

They whip their head back to him, chuckling and muttering soft unheard ‘no’s under their breath- and then in a serious tone, "You're not whoring yourself out, Klaus."

"What? I would never." Both Y/n and Ben give him the same exasperated look.

"It'll be nice to have someone else there, for a change. Think of your company as payment enough, Klaus." There's something heavy in their words as they respond to Klaus, but he's not in the right state of mind (not sober enough) to begin to understand what it is. Like many things, he wouldn't ask. Most cases? He would. But there was something about their aura that screamed "Not Now"- and for once, he thinks he might feel bad disregarding that.

[justlostinautumn]

Abandoned 1

Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader:

After her friends and boyfriend continuously leave her in danger and abandon every plan she makes for them the Originals slowly mend her breaking heart. The gang’s enemies become her friends with her and they don’t know how to feel about it. The last straw is walking in and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her and she runs to the ones who always care for her. What will the gang do when they lose something irreplaceable?

Fuck had it been a long day of teenage drama and school! All Y/N wanted to do was sleep and forget about all the dramas that the gang were finding themselves in. Things were hard and if she was being 100% honest with herself she wasn’t happy. There was always something new and as much as she loved them all and she’d always be there for them, she was just finding it hard to keep doing this… always being there. It’s hard to care for people who rarely show that they care about you. Y/N just wanted someone to show her they care even if it was for one moment. But, in a way she did, maybe she was just a little too blind to see.

So, as she was walking home after a long day at school, Y/N was grateful that it was almost over… that this whole High School thing was coming to an end. She was getting out of this one pony town and she couldn’t wait! It meant leaving her boyfriend and as much as she loved Damon, she knew that deep down this wasn’t a forever situation. She also knew that it wasn’t the healthiest of relationships, but she had someone… someone who wants her and needs her and that was more than she had in a long time.

When she arrived at her door she took a deep breath fearing what she might face when walking through the door, the pressure had been building for days and she knew that any day now that the pressure would inevitably explode… horrifically. The last year had been difficult, she had to face the loss of her brother… her hero. Her parent’s hadn’t been handling it well, most of the time it was harsh words and back handed comments which isn’t unusual, but there were moments where their rage consumed them. Those were the scariest, her parents weren’t abusive… they’re just mourning the loss of their son. Deep down she knew she was only making excuses for their behaviour, that she was justifying their actions but she couldn’t help it. They had done so much for her… they are her parents. You protect the ones you love no matter what they do, it may not always be the right thing to do. But, you can’t help it… she knows it hurts her more, the more she justifies their actions it’s just that she is scared what will happen if she says something… who would she have left?

She was helping them set up their business abroad in Europe and knew it would mean they would be away for at least a year, maybe more but truthfully that's all the time she will need to get out of here. It feels like sometimes as much as they want her gone, they will never let her go… this was the only way she knew how to get them to let go of her. Their claws are deep and when they’re removed she knows that they’re gonna be taking chunks out of her, but this has to happen now. They had a hold on her and she didn’t know what it was, but what she did know was that she wanted it gone. She didn’t want them having it over her, she just wanted her freedom again, she didn’t want to feel like a burden anymore. Y/N hoped that the new project would motivate them to move on, to put their focus somewhere else. Not so solely on her or their loss and allow them time to process what happened to them, give them something to wake up for. She didn’t need them around, she’s already pretty independent and had been for a long time… they had made sure of that. 

Y/N would never complain about anything her parents did, because at the end of the day she knows who pays the bills, keeps the roof over her head and puts the food on the table. She’s grateful for the fact that even if it’s a week later they will apologize… maybe it’s not the words I’m sorry but it's the small gifts. Y/N knows that they do love her, but they were having a hard time letting go… letting go to the loss of their first born child. Their son. They just need a new outlet and she hoped this company would be that! This was something that they had been discussing for a long time and with some slight suggestions and hints, they caught on and came up with the plan. Y/N always slipped in bits of information here and there, she was sure they knew it was her but they never brought it up. Y/N let out a sigh thinking about what she might walk into when she gets home, they always got worse before trips or anniversaries. Just as she is about to put her key in the lock her phone chimes and she lets out a sigh of relief. ‘Saved by the text.’ Y/N thinks to herself as she looks down at her phone with a small smile. It’s from Damon:

I need your help, please come round. Dxx

Y/N runs down the drive to her car and throws her bag onto the passenger seat, she doesn’t hesitate as she moves quickly to make her way to the Salvatore Boarding House. She was worried about what was going on, she knew that it would be some new drama but Y/N couldn’t help but worry about her friends safety. She couldn’t help some of the bad thoughts that came to mind when she thought of the gang, they weren’t always that forthcoming with their plans but that could have been something to do with the fact she is close to pretty much all their ‘enemies’. It wasn’t an intentional thing, sometimes it just happens. But, she loves her friends and she loves to help them anyway she can. They had all been friends for a long time and yes they had bad habits. But, they meant the world to her and she would do anything to make sure they were okay… they would do the same thing for her, right?

Once she arrived at the boarding house she walked in and called out to hear them all upstairs she ran to Damon’s room to find the gang in there with Damon perched next to Elena who looked awful. Her skin a grey hue and all clammy like she had the flu or something which wasn’t possible.

“What happened? How can I help?” Y/N pants slightly winded from running up the stairs, hand resting lightly on her hips, eyes scanning the room noting Caroline and Stefan were also in the room. They were all watching her closely leaving her feel slightly unsettled and uncomfortable.

“Elena has werewolf venom in her system, we need Klaus’ blood,” Damon says as he strokes Elena’s hair and presses a cold compress to her forehead. Y/N couldn’t help but watch the movement closely, the action was so tender and loving it made bile rise up to her throat. She may know that Damon doesn’t love her as much as she loves him, she can accept that but watching this. Watching him act the way he does with her breaks her heart just a little bit more.

“Call Klaus, not me.” Her tone is cold as she addresses the gang, this made them all look up; they had never heard her speak to them like this. Y/N was always willing to help, but something in her was tired of always trying, it was exhausting. She was rebelling the treatment… maybe it’s the knowledge that she has worse things waiting for her when she gets home, that she knew that she wouldn’t be able to escape. Maybe it’s something else but she was getting tired of being used to summon Klaus and used against their enemies. It was exhausting, but also gave her pause to question their friendship.

“He said he won’t come,” Caroline speaks up while Damon glares at his girlfriend, trying to figure out why she was acting this way. He couldn’t come up with a reasonable answer how she could not see that everything that they were doing was for Elena… it has to be done for Elena. All Y/N could think was, how couldn’t they see how their decisions were hurting her?

“If he doesn’t want to come, I’m not going to force him. It’s a thing called free will, it’s fantastic!” Y/N look at Caroline who looked shocked at the sarcastic tone. Y/N was fed up of being the middle person between these two groups used by her friends to get what they want. Couldn’t they see what it was doing to her? Of course they could, they just didn’t care enough.

“Elena is dying!” Damon shouted, Y/N could see the anger in his eyes and she wanted to give in and say she would call, but she couldn’t set that precedent with them. She couldn’t use Klaus like that, he would never and has never used her and she wouldn’t do it to him. This isn’t how you treat your friends… this isn’t right. But, isn’t this how they treat her.

“I can’t do anything about it even if I wanted to, Klaus isn’t going to come running just because I asked him. I’m not a fucking Genie!” She shouts at Damon and he can see the frustration on her face, he can see she believes what she is saying. Damon’s eyes flick over her shoulder and before she can do anything something hard hits the back of Y/N head and she is knocked out. She hits the floor with a loud thud no one makes an attempt to catch her. She doesn’t see the way Klaus looks at her, at the way he would do anything just to see her smile.

“Did you have to hit her so hard?” Stefan looked horrified. He looked at Jeremy who was standing behind her, who just shrugs at his actions. Tyler was just behind him glaring viciously at Jeremy who had knocked her out and then to Damon demanding some form of answer for what had just happened. He ran into the room just after Jeremy hit her and he couldn’t stop it from happening and it hurt knowing that he couldn’t save her. Tyler hated the way that the gang used Y/N, never thinking about what the consequence could be… only caring that they got what they wanted and quickly.

“We need her to lure Klaus and get his blood,” Damon states simply, shrugging like it was simple. Tyler was disgusted by the actions of those he called his friends, at how they could do something so cruel to someone so kind. They hadn’t tried to even reason with her, like always they just went straight to action. Tyler could feel the bile rising in his throat. This is not how you treat your friend… this is not how you treat your girlfriend, like she’s a pawn in your game, just collateral. 

“Do you ever question your actions when it comes to your girlfriend… Who just knocked out?” Stefan growled going to check on Y/N to see she was still breathing, he could feel the guilt weighing on him slightly. Y/N had always been there to help him and this was how he was repaying her.

“Move Stefan!” Caroline nudges him out the way and with Y/N phone she sends a picture of Y/N unconscious on the floor with a message threatening if he doesn’t come soon worse will happen than just her being knocked out. Stefan felt ill and he looked at Tyler who was looking a bit green about the decisions their friends were making. Stefan knew he was no better considering he never tried to stop the others from using Y/N in their plots and schemes, Tyler and Enzo always tried to stop them… it’s one of the reasons they stopped telling Tyler and Enzo the full plan especially when Y/N was involved.

“Tie her up.” Damon sounded bored and even Caroline hesitated at this, that wasn’t a part of the plan.

“Really Damon? She’s our friend.” Caroline was horrified, she knew where to draw the line and tying her up was passing that line.

“Whatever it takes for Elena, right brother?” Damon looks at Stefan, with a hard glare.

“So, she’s just collateral damage?” Tyler asked quietly as he picked Y/N off the floor bridal style. Y/N’s phone starts to ring and everyone freezes. A smiling picture of Klaus is displayed on the screen with the name The Big Bad Wolf. They all shifted uncomfortably knowing that nothing good was about to come out of this phone call.

Klaus & The Originals POV:

Klaus was enjoying his time with his siblings, a rare thing for him at this point there was always something to argue about and dispute over. They were all enjoying each other's company, his siblings and their partners were all sitting back having some drinks. It felt nice to have a peaceful day, the only hiccup in their day was the call from the Salvator Brother’s demanding he comes and heals the beloved Elena which he declined rather peacefully, he just wanted a drama free day.

“What do you think Y/N sees in him?” Klaus asked aloud not realising he had voiced his thought aloud, it was a thought that had been nagging in the back of his mind for as long as he had known her… for as long as he had allowed himself to admit that he loved her more than just a friend. He couldn’t understand how she could stay loyal to people who treated her like her friends do.

“She loves everyone no matter their flaws.” Kol sighed as a fond smile formed on his lips as he thought of his best friend, Y/N was one of the first people to make Kol and Klaus sit down and actually talk. Not shout and bicker, but talk like the adults they are to find a way to resolve their issues. She had been muttering about them being over 100 years old and still acting like 5 years olds having temper tantrums.

“She will never judge for the mistakes you make and then make you feel guilty for making them.” Elijah thinks as he looks at his brother, who nods his head in agreement. They had all made some questionable decisions and all of them had gone to Y/N who just smiled and hugged them reminding them it was okay to feel guilty it was normal, reminding them it’s normal for everyone to make mistakes human or not.

“She loves him because he has never hidden who was from her.” Rebekah looks at her brother, Rebekah and Y/N had talked a lot about these things. Rebekah knew how Y/N felt about everything to do with the gang and as much as Rebekah wanted to throttle them for what they did to Y/N, she also respects Y/N enough to know that it is not her battle. Y/N is strong enough to fight her own battles and win.

“I’ve never hidden from her.” Klaus frowned, confused.

“But sadly brother, he was there first.” Freya nodded from next to him taking his hand and squeezing it softly, Klaus lets out a heavy sigh.

“You know she loves you right?” Katherine said, walking in the room with Kai close behind her, she had a knowing smirk on her lips.

“What?” Klaus is confused, getting up quickly surprised by the words that Katherine had just said. Hope bloomed in his chest.

“So you didn’t… interesting,” Katherine smirks at him, it was very cat at the canary because she knew something he didn’t. But, he gives her a look that makes her step back. She wasn’t stupid enough not to fear the hybrid even if he did allow her to live.

“I wish she would see what they are doing to her.” Kai sighed dramatically dropping on an armchair and the rest of them looked at him with baffled looks. Davina and Freya look at their hands trying to ignore what Kai is saying. They had their suspicions but were never 100% sure about it.

“What do you mean?” Kol and Rebekah were at Kai’s side and he looked nervous almost like he had said too much, overstepped the line. Scared what they might do to him. Taking a deep breath and swallowing before he went on to explain.

“They are chipping away at her soul. She is human, she can only take so much. Her heart has been broken a few too many times. I don’t know how much she can take before she shuts it off. I thought you two would have noticed.” Kai looked at Davina and Freya and they looked up. They were both powerful in their own right, but Kai had a different kind of power that came from previously being a siphoner and now being a heretic. He had a constant strong flow of power that wasn’t limited by his strength.

“It’s not that simple, she hides it well and it is hard to pick it up. The couple of times we have we thought we miss-read her.” Freya spoke quickly and they looked at Davina, who gave a slight nod.

“Reading people is hard, especially when that isn’t your main focus.” Davina agreed with Freya. Neither of them like to read those important to them, Kai couldn’t help it, it was something he had done his whole life. Because of the ways his magic worked when he was still human he had to learn to read people and now with constant access to his magic it makes it so much easier to read people, but also to see more… sometimes it was hard for him to shut it off.

Klaus started to pace until his phone went off, he looked and saw it was a message from Y/N and he smiled. The smile dropped when he saw a picture of his Y/N, his girl, his little wolf on the floor with a threat saying worse would happen if he didn’t help them. Taking the phone he called the number. A growl vibrating from his chest as he waits for them to answer, startling everyone around him.

“Tell me she is alive.” He growled and his siblings looked at him and Rebekah signed for him to put on speaker which he does quickly so he doesn’t miss anything.

“She is alive,” Stefan spoke through the phone, with a heavy sigh almost sounding like he was relieved that she was okay. But, none of the gang really trusted the gang with her health and safety.

“Stefan!” They hear Damon hiss through the phone, obviously displeased with his brothers oversharing.

“What? You want to lie to them and they come and kill us after they make us watch Elena die?” Stefan argued back, it was clear he was annoyed with everything that was happening.

“I would have healed Elena, to bite her or let Hayley take a bite. Then I would make you watch as she withers in pain and then I may or may not let Katherine and Kai take a go at her. Obviously, we wouldn’t kill her yet because my sibling and Davina would like to have a little word with her. Then I would let you watch her die from a werewolf bite and then I’d kill you… obviously after torturing you for years and years. That is the beauty of immortality.” Klaus’ voice was sinister and his smirk even made his siblings shift uncomfortably, but they were all willing to partake in the plan.

“She’s alive, just hurry because I can’t promise she will if you don’t heal my sister,” Jeremy spoke, the carelessness about the life of a girl who would willingly sacrifice herself for them and has sacrificed so much for them is horrifying. He wonders if she knows how they treat her, or talk about her when she’s not there… and what she would do if she knew.

“I will rip you limb from limb Hunter!” Kol shouted through the phone, rage burning in his eyes.

“Are you willing to let your girlfriend die for this?” Katherine purred through the phone, this was something they all wanted to know.

“Klaus won’t let her die,” Damon spoke before the phone call was cut off. His confidence was clear, but they all knew it to be true.

“Let’s go!” Klaus bites out, he was furious and wanted blood… but he wanted to make sure Y/N was okay. She was his main concern, after he was sure that she would be okay he would raise hell. This was going to be interesting!

Y/N & The Gang POV:

Tyler carried her downstairs to lay her on one of the sofas. Damon brought Elena downstairs and put her on the other. After the phone call, they were on edge. No one knew what would happen next, would they take it further?

“I love her,” Damon says looking at Y/N and then at Tyler trying to assure him he would never let her die. But, it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself too, Tyler wondered if it was true.

“But, you love Elena more,” Stefan says calmly as he and Caroline walk down the stairs, Damon knew they were discussing the lengths he and Jeremy were going and that this was wrong. Yet, Damon had a feeling Caroline was more than willing to do whatever to ensure that Elena survived… her best friend. But, what did that make Y/N? Damon couldn’t argue his brother's point.

“Don’t you think you should do the right thing and let her go instead of using her, I’m sure there are millions of other people who would actually love her like they are meant to… don’t you think she’s been through enough?” Tyler was pissed, he was the only one who has ever actively opposed them using Y/N, other than Enzo. He was the only one who knew about what was happening and tried to help with the help of Enzo. He had to watch as some of the people who’d known her since she was little used her, like she was nothing and when they were done, then throw her away.

“I love her!” Damon shouted frustrated at Tyler questioning him, but the more he was questioned the more he had to think about it. She was so loving and forgiving towards him, understanding and supportive… Did he love her? Is this how you treat someone you love?

“Do you? Because if this is how you show you love someone, what have you been doing for Elena?” Tyler was pissed. Before Damon could respond a loud slam is heard and three angry Originals storm in and they see Y/N lying on the sofa. Elijah pins Damon to the wall, and Rebekah is by your side with Klaus checking on her. Frowning when they feel a bump at the back of her head.

“What did you do to her?” Elijah had his hand wrapped around his heart squeezing tightly.

“Got your attention,” Damon smirks, the planned work and he was going to get the blood. Not caring that Elijah might rip his heart out.

“You’d use your girlfriend to get my blood to heal Elena?” Klaus looked pissed and even Damon had the good sense to look nervous, it wasn’t like he could deny it and they all knew it, because it was what they had all done.

“She didn’t believe a phone call would work,” Caroline spoke quietly and Rebekah had her by the neck against the wall. Klaus thought for a moment that if it was Y/N calling him would he have come, she wouldn’t have demanded him to heal her she would have asked if he was able to and if he said no she would have accepted it. Yes, he would have come running because she would have given him that smile that makes his cold heart beat again. He couldn’t and wouldn’t deny her anything.

“So you knock her out instead,” Rebekah growled, squeezing tighter. Rebekah loved Y/N when she met her, even though she was one of Elena’s friends. Y/N welcomed her with open arms and wanted to be her friend and to know her… she was the first person to want her no matter what, no conditions attached. It was strange to have someone who wanted you not your family, wealth or power but just wanted you for who you are warts and all. Rebekah had never felt that it was a different kind of unconditional love. A love she never realised she was missing.

“Please help Elena.” Stefan looked at Klaus. Klaus could see he was worried about what would happen to Y/N, he looked at Tyler and nodded his head. He may not like Tyler, but he knew he had helped Y/N through a lot and would keep his word when it came to it… especially when it came down to her. There was an unspoken agreement that her safety was the most important thing. Out of all her supposed friends Tyler and Enzo were the only two who always fought for her safety and happiness.

“I will, but on one condition you tell Y/N everything you just did and why,” Klaus smirked at them and they knew why he wanted them to do it. Tyler nodded his head like this was the only way, the others were nervous. How would she react when she found out they planned to use her as bait again? What would she say? What would she do? There was something unpredictable about her now and it scared them. It was like the tides were changing and they had no control over what was going on… they had no control over Y/N and what she would both say and do. But, isn’t that how it should be? Shouldn’t she be allowed to have the freedom to do as she wishes.

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[mieczyhale]

i mean klaus got choked by Luther and thrown and just all round disrespected, BUT he was awful to Luther (who has little to NO social skills) after finding him with the girl. I think what people most zero on this scene is Klaus saying he doesn’t remember his first time bc he was high/drunk, while ignoring Luther who also doesn’t/barely remembers HIS first time bc he was high/drunk. I actually really LOVE this scene in terms of character development (1/2)

this scene and the ‘I want to be u’ scene too, bc it shows how awful their relationship is and how reginald trained them to compete with each other and put each other down, to ‘win’ so to speak, and how the way they were treated and how they treated each other manifests in this bitterness and mockery. specially Klaus who must feel angry no one takes his struggles seriously. bc in healthy siblings dynamics they don’t treat each other that way. but..... yeah it’s awful and sad 😔 (2/2) i’d like to thank you, anon, for sending asks on this topic that have some good points and aren’t dickish. it is greatly appreciated and you are an angel <3 i’m going to try and respond and explain my feelings on this the best i can but.. no promises on quality lmfao it’s almost 3AM and i’m three (3) drinks in so IMMA DO MY BEST

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  [[just a heads up also that i am NOT re-reading this before posting. i do not have the energy for that so it’s just gonna be what it’s gonna be]] Luther (who has little to NO social skills) - I think what people most zero on this scene is Klaus saying he doesn’t remember his first time bc he was high/drunk, while ignoring Luther who also doesn’t/barely remembers HIS first time bc he was high/drunk. the thing is, and this seems to depend entirely on the perspective and personal experiences of the person watching, klaus wasn’t awful to luther. he wasn’t mocking. he was doing what siblings do - they tease. as for ignoring luther who doesn’t really remember his first time for the same reasons klaus doesn’t remember his: i dont think it was ignoring so much as it was klaus wouldn’t consider it a big deal - it wouldn’t occur to him to think of it that way - because it wasn’t for him. and even when you know that your sibling doesn’t have much for social skills, it’s probably not something that’s going to stay at the forefront of your mind and direct every interaction you have with them - especially in regards to a sibling you haven’t seen in 13 years - so it would make sense for klaus to not interact with luther in more of a way people would find acceptable. perfect sibling interactions dont happen i mean klaus got choked by Luther and thrown and just all round disrespected, BUT there is no but there - some teasing (or mocking, depending on how you see it) is nowhere near the same thing as choking someone, throwing them across a room, AND consistently being genuinely rude and disrespectful. i’m not saying klaus can’t be mean or a jackass - he absolutely can - but to say he was awful or horrible to luther ESPECIALLY post!rave is bananas.  klaus tried to cheer luther up, offered to try summoning reginald even though that’s the last thing he’s ever want to do, tried to stop luther from drinking more, tried to convince luther that drugs and alcohol weren’t the way to go, tried to stop luther from venturing out on his own, went after him when he didn’t listen - and yeah, he wanted to stop part way in because of withdrawals, but he didn’t. and it’s not just because ben tried to guilt him - ben does not control the klaus. if klaus didn’t want to keep looking for luther he wouldn’t have. so he finds him. he goes into the worst possible place for someone who is trying to get sober because his inexperienced brother is there, he tries to get luther to leave with him and while he’s struggling so horribly the whole time - because of the immediate access to drugs and the ptsd episode - he tried to protect luther and gets killed for it.  and then never brings any of this up to luther after the dude is sober. he could have - he could have been petty and cruel about it, because if luther knew i dont doubt he would feel horrible and it would weigh on him so much, both as a brother and as the leader, but klaus never did. and maybe that was because he didnt think anyone would believe him but i think part of it was not wanting to hurt luther because he knows what drugs and alcohol do to a person - he knows very fucking well - he knows the lack of control and awareness and he isnt going to hold it against luther the way we all know everyone holds everything against klaus - the things he did while mentally on another planet. AT MOST klaus teases him when he goes to wake luther up for a family meeting - in a manner that comes off silly but not - imo - cruel. simply ridiculous, as klaus often is. but he pours luther a cup of coffee and they talk about his conversation with their dad and that’s that their only other interactions after that are when klaus, diego, and five go to the bar to get luther - and that isnt even an interaction because they dont talk. and then in the car on the way to leonard’s cabin.. where they dont talk. and then at the cabin klaus has his hand on luther’s shoulder, providing a small act of comfort while also devastated because literally everyone knows luther and allison. they’re in the infirmary when allison needs blood but again - they dont talk. and then in the scene where vanya is bringing down the academy - brief, and they dont talk. and then it’s the bowling alley - where klaus tries to be honest with everyone, expresses a quiet offer of help that nobody takes seriously, and then okay yes - he snaps back at luther when luther is a dick to him. but its nothing actually cruel and he immediately tries to backtrack. after that moment the only time they talk is when luther is asking klaus if ben is in agreement on time traveling at the end of episode 10 so where in there was klaus cruel and awful and horrible?? i mean i guess those things can depend, again, on a person’s perspective and experiences - and maybe people have different takes on what those words mean (and the extent they cover) and yknow what?? gotta say - that’s valid. nobody can control how someone else takes in the show - we cant even control how we take it in ourselves. but for me this specific line of takes is absolutely noodles. do i think klaus was flawless? fuck no. i wouldnt love him so much if he was. but i dont think any of his interactions with luther can be considered horrible on his end. i dont see this awful person in those moments that apparently other people do Klaus who must feel angry no one takes his struggles seriously. this though. t h i s t h o u g h. i’m not gonna get super into it because this response is already kind of a lot BUT yes. whether klaus knows it or not, acknowledges it or not, he probably is so angry and hurt that nobody takes his struggles seriously. nobody ever has - i mean ben has followed him around for the last 13 years, has seen some of what he’s been through and has learned about the rest, and he STILL digs into klaus and acts like he doesn’t have a reason to be the way he is. if not even ben can take his trauma seriously, and he - at least pre!death - seemed to be the kindest, then how would anyone else?? they wouldn’t and It Shows. and, of course, that includes luther - who i agree, was in a way separated from the others - not physically but like.. ranking and power wise, by reginald and his constant push of luther being number one and that meaning Everything. and klaus - well we all know what reginald thought of klaus and i dont doubt he filled luther’s head with his opinions which luther would internalize as Facts - because reginald had a hold on luther that he didn’t quite have on any of the others. (i mean he totally had a hold on all of them, they’re all fucked up, but luther stayed there because reginald had him so convinced of the academy’s mission and luther’s importance to him) SO. if klaus WERE to verbally be aggressive with luther or anyone i personally would understand - why should he take other people’s trauma seriously, expend the heart and energy to care and to do what he can to cheer them up, when they can’t even take a moment to listen to him - or see what’s right in front of their eyes. i’d be fucking pissed. tbh i think klaus handles things pretty fucking well from the funeral on considering the Everyfuckingthing.  he’s sassy - yeah. he can be jackass and he has the potential to be cruel - hell yeah. but he expresses more care for each of his siblings in s1 than any of them do for him (except maybe diego) and idk, man, i have seen the first season somewhere beyond 15 times (i stopped counting) and i’ve never taken any of klaus’s words or actions towards luther to be genuinely cruel or horrible. it just doesnt read that way for me and i honestly struggle to see how people CAN see it that way.. so here i am. annoyed. but on my own tumblr bc i have no desire to @, fight, or argue with anyone over opinions but sometimes a little bastard just has to vent yknow?? yknow.

[iamfallinforeverything]

First Love (3/4)

Sorry that it took me so long, but the past few days were actually more stressful than I thought. Anyway, here it is finally. Hope you like it 🤗 Also there is def going to be a fourth part. I wanted to finish this little series with this part then it would have taken me even longer to finish that part and I didn’t wanted that 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, The Originals (Kol Mikaelson) 

Summary: The rest of the Mikaelson family learn about your little problem with leaving the property.

Words: + 1.9k (I missed 2k by just a few words 😒)

Warnings: swearing, i can’t think of anything else tbh 

Last Time: 

I didn't really remember how I got into the room either. All I knew was that Elijah had helped me. And after that, it was all just a blur. Damn alcohol.

And please, don’t ask me where the stupid blanket went that Elijah put around my shoulders because I don’t have a fucking clue.  

***

When I woke up, my head was pounding. I've rarely had such a headache. But I knew exactly what helped to relieve a headache. Hopefully there would be something like what I needed.

Exhausted, I stretched and looked around. Slowly the memories of yesterday came back. So my mood sank somewhere in the area of the earth's core. I had absolutely no desire for what was coming to me in the near future. Ha, especially how should I explain to my parents that I was stuck here? Hopefully someone of my ancestors had already done so. I don't know how, but maybe I got lucky.

Why were my ancestors such assholes anyway? I hadn't done anything bad to them. Yeah okay, except for asking for help and maybe I had been a little bit naughty and ungrateful once or twice for the life I had. But who hadn't sometimes?

Defeanded I finally got up. I had no choice anyway and I needed something for the headache. Besides, if I ever wanted to be free again, I had to find a way to turn the Mikaelson siblings back into humans. And somehow I would have to convince Niklaus that being human wasn't as bad as he thought.

Surprisingly, I even wore yesterday's dress. It had just changed back to its original color. My father's spells didn't last very long. In the trunk of my car there should theoretically still be my suitcase. Maybe I could bring it here with a simple bringing spell.

A small gust of wind opened all doors for the transport and a few minutes later my suitcase was in front of me. So my car was open again. Thank God. It wouldn't help me though.

Quickly I changed my dress for my favourite trousers and top, slipped into some socks and put on my favourite shoes.  I combed my hair once and breathed deeply.

At some point I had to get out of this room anyway. It's best if I just get it over.

One last time I went through my hair and made my way out. I immediately heard voices from downstairs and made my way there. I had to get through it now.

Carefully I went to the room where the voices came from. Immediately everyone became quiet when they saw me. Everyone was there, even Kol. Somehow my heart became heavy when I saw his smile disappear when he looked at me, but I just pushed that feeling aside. Right now I had far worse problems than understanding this strange situation with Kol.

"What does the little witch still want here?" Niklaus asked and pointed at me with a downward hand gesture.

"She can't leave.", Elijah replied and smiled at me friendly. At least someone.

"Pardon?"

"My ancestors bound me to this property. I can't leave until I've fulfilled my promise.", I explained.

"Oh, wonderful." mumbled Finn, rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm off. Your problem."  

I rolled with my eyes. Finn was definitely someone who was extremely annoying. I'd like to turn that jerk back into a human being. Maybe then he wouldn't be such an asshole anymore.

"So now we get to entertain the little witch and help her destroy our lives?" Niklaus asked and looked at his brothers.

"She's stuck here. Either way, she's not getting out of here. We can help her find a way back out. We owe it to her.", Elijah replied.

"You and your stupid honor feeling Elijah.", Niklaus rolled his eyes. Kol was completely silent and looked apathetic to the floor.

Silently I looked back and forth between the brothers. They were wildly arguing. As if I had chosen to be stuck here. I could think of at least a thousand things I would rather do than rot here on this property. Let's be realistic. Finding the cure for vampirism was very unrealistc. How many witches had tried and failed before me? Why should I of all people be able to find such a cure?

At some point I just turned around, annoyed, and left the three of them behind. I didn't care. So I need to help myself. I left the building and wandered around in the garden. Maybe I should call my parents first before I did anything else.

I looked for a quiet place and got my cell phone from my pocket. That would be fun for sure. I sat down in the grass and dialed my mother's contact. With trembling hands I held my cell phone to my ear.

"Y/N?", my mother answered the phone.

"Mommy.", I started crying as soon as I heard her voice.

"What happened?"

"I'm stuck here. Our ancestors tied me to the property and I am too weak to break the spell. I can't leave, mom.", I cried.

"Why? What happened Y/N?"

And then I told her about yesterday. About Esther and the Mikaelson siblings. About my promise and about Maila.

"Oh Y/N... "You've really screwed yourself, my love.", was the first thing my mother said.

I laughed and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"I know.", I replied.

"Good. I'll talk to our circle now and get back to you, okay? Don't be afraid, you are strong. You can stand up to them if you have to."

"I know, Mom. But I just want to go home."

"I know, honey, I know. I'll help you. We can do this."

"Thanks, Mom."

"See you later. Call you soon."

"See you later, Mom.”

She hung up and I took my phone from my ear and put it next to me. I took a deep breath and wiped my face. Only I could shit like that.

***

A little time passed and I was still bound to the Mikaelson property. And I hadn't really gotten any further with that either.

I had the spell that Esther cast back then. I knew what she had used and what she had bound the spell to, but it didn't really help me.

I didn't have an antidote or a removal spell.

Elijah helped me where he could. He would get me ingredients, talk to other witches, update my parents. I had made friends with him and he was the only one I trusted here. I had not seen Finn since he left on my first day here, which I was very happy about. Klaus avoided me and with Rebekah I had already made the one or other girls evening. I got along well with her, but I could not really trust her that much. She was too loyal to Klaus for that.

And Kol was a whole other situation. I could still feel this weird bond between us. It was like our souls were bound together in ways that made no sense. Why would a witch's soul be sired to a vampire's? Who would do such a thing?   Besides, soul spells were terribly complicated and hard spells. They always involved a great sacrifice. Who would willingly make that sacrifice? It was stupid. Anyone who cast a soul spell was just terribly stupid.

But today was my father's birthday and I was still stuck here. I couldn't be there and they couldn't get to me. I was bound to the property and my family was kept away. They couldn't even come close. I couldn't even see them through the barrier. Fortunately, there were other ways to see my family's faces. It was already dark and I was standing outside in the garden, one of my favorite places here. I held my mobile phone up to my face. My parents smiled into their camera and showed me everyone. It was nice to see everyone, but I just wanted to go home even more.

There had to be another way. My ancestors were little beasts, but they weren't thtat cruel. There was a loophole, there always was. I just had to find it.

After my parents and I hung up, I wandered around the garden a bit, helped some sick plants and just enjoying the fresh air.

But some time later I spotted Kol. He was standing in front of a flowerbed with an old type of flower. They were my favourite flowers and I often stood in front of the field myself.

I don't know what it was, but something drew me to him. I had a strong need to be near him.

Carefully I walked towards him and just stood next to him. That was enough for me, even if it did not calm this annoying desire.

Kol sighed when I came to stand next to him. He could feel it as well as I did.

"You are so different from her.", Kol sighed without looking at me. I knew immediately that he meant Maila.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"You look like her. Everything about you looks like her, but your personality, what makes you who you are, is so different. She was quiet, withdrawn, good. But she could also rebel, stand up for what she felt was right, fight for what she loved."

I could do that too. Kol just hadn't seen it yet because he always avoided me.

"And you are so different. I can't describe it, but your whole personality is different."

"Is that bad?"

"No. It's just...", he didn't finish, instead he turned away from me and ran a few steps towards the house.

I could feel the soul spell right away. My heart immediately grew heavy and contracted in pain.

"Stupid soul spell.", I gasped and put my hand on my chest, right where my heart was sitting.

I looked at Kol. He had a posture similar to mine. Once you gave in, it was hard to take your distance again.

"You feel that too?", Kol asked and turned to me. Just the fact that he looked at me made my heart lighten again.

"Yes. I'm pretty sure it's a soul spell. Someone has bound our souls together so we can find each other again in every life."

"In every life?"

"There is more than just this Kol.", I smiled at him.

He just sighed and came one step closer. My heart became a little lighter again.

"There was nothing like this enchantment between Maila and me. It never felt that way between us. So why is it between the two of us like that?", Kol became angry.

His whole look and nature changed. He stood up straight, stuck out his chest and pulled his eyebrows together.

"I don't know. Soul spells require great sacrifice. Not many practice these spells."

And then it looked like a light was switched on. Like someone had found the last missing piece of the puzzle

"Of course.", he muttered and shook his head.

His posture loosened again. I relaxed, as well.

And then he just disappeared. Fucking vampire speed. But this time my heart didn't hurt. Kol had a different intention this time with his disappearance.

I waited a moment for him to return. He didn't come back.

Sighing, I turned around and looked into the field of flowers in front of me. No flower was like the other and that is why I loved this kind of flower so much. Every flower was different, unique, but somehow they were similar.

I wonder what kind of "enlightenment" Kol had before he left. I would probably never learn about it anyway.

But who the hell would link our souls together? Who would bind us together? Especially why?

And then it clicked for me as well and I wanted to kick my own ass. That I didn't think of it before.

[intheseautumnhands]

Um! Kliego, and.... your favourite other TUA ship (lawd, I'm suddenly hoping that you ship kliego lmaooo, sorry if you don't :'))

Hah, it’s fine! I’m into pretty much every single Hargreeves ship to some extent. Klaus/Diego* is not super high on my list to be honest, but I’m definitely still into it overall! I think it’s just fandom saturation more than anything that puts it lower down, because I do think the dynamic could be of interest.

* (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I cannot use smushnames. I don’t begrudge anyone else use of them, they don’t bug me *that* much, but typing them feels so awkward.)

Choosing a favorite is honestly harder because I just want to ship all of them but I will... I dunno. Maybe RNG stuff I’ve written lately to pick. XD

Gonna cut since I’m already rambling before I even put in the questions, whoops.

(Also, two-days-later A: Hi I fell asleep in the middle of this and then barely touched my computer yesterday. Sorry!) 

 Klaus/Diego:

when of if I started shipping it: I walked out of my first viewing singing the song of my people at every single combination possible (Not even walked out, I watched over several days, it only took the first. not even half a season.) (The song of my people is, of course, I Ship It by Not Literally.)

my thoughts: Again, it’s not my #1 ship for the show, but I definitely could see it. I like that, of all the possible combos that could have hung out during the time between leaving home and the show, they seem to have the least amount of active vitriol and bitterness. It opens up interesting windows for that time period, as well as means it’s among the ships that need the least foundation work to get to somewhere decent afterwards. It makes it an interesting counterpart to some of the more actively difficult combinations, which I like especially in a poly context (because I am me and everything happens in a poly context).

What makes me happy about them: Again, the possibilities during the time gaps! And the general sense of... friendliness? It does feel like they’d have a lot less to get over than a lot of the pairs and I like it. (granted I think Klaus in general, while he has plenty of issues, seems to have less of them with his siblings specifically than most, so that’s playing into it, but I also see Diego as probably the one with the most after Vanya, so that’s interesting in and of itself.)

What makes me sad about them: I’m just sad for all these children growing up in their shitty, shitty childhood. And by sad I mean I want to read a lot of things that make me want to cry. Either as children but also I’m down for adults unwillingly letting the conversation drag around to their trauma too.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Klaus is snarkier, more clever, and a lot stronger, mentally and physically, than I feel like a lot of fic gives him credit for. I think that goes for a lot of fic in this fandom, but since it’s one of the biggest ships and he’s in it, I feel like it shows up a lot for K/D. I’m not a big fan of them being really close as kids, either, which comes up a lot; my headcanon for Diego being pretty distant from all his siblings is strong enough that it takes a lot of set-up for me to accept anything else. (Awkwardly getting close in late teens as both of their ‘get me the fuck out of here’ drives get stronger and stronger is easier for me to see than close-as-kids.)

things I look for in fanfic: Tropes! The writers for this ship give me all the tropes. I want to marinate in it. I’m also kind of into general ‘it was casual, then whoops, I caught feelings, now what??????’ for them, because I could see it. Other than that, like... look, if it looks like it’s interestingly written or has an interesting concept, I will read it. I’m not super picky in this fandom, if it’s Hargreeves-centric and doesn’t bitch at shippers in the tags I’m in to at least give it a try.

My kinks: Uhhhh. Hmmm. I haven’t actually read a lot of kink fic for this ship or considered it, but I feel like I want mutual sadism/masochism.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Honestly my hope is for most of the characters to end up without another major romantic plot. I’m here for canon Allison/Luther but hoping the rest of them just... don’t. Especially since I don’t see them going for two sibling ships and that’s really all I’d want to see. If not that, both of them with new characters would be my preference, because there’s no one actually in the show I’d be down for. Maybe if they somehow warp the timelines around enough to bring Patch back, but even then, eh, just let me have family stuff.

My happily ever after for them: In general as characters, my ideal endgame for both characters is in healthier places than their start point, still clearly working out their shit, and on good terms as a family. As a ship: I feel like both of them would get bored eventually by any kind of ‘and then they went and got a happy domestic place to live and nothing exciting ever happened again’, even if it might be nice for a little while, so... active, somehow. Either they end up somehow finding some kind of active hobby to screw around with together, and enjoy flirting with each other while they do it, or like, I don’t know, get bored one day and accidentally buy a business just to have something to do and find they get weirdly invested in running it. (Maybe, like, a restuarant or something else that’s really high-stress. Or maybe the gym Diego boxes at goes for sale and he doesn’t like the look of the most likely potential buyer and buys it himself before he realizes he has no idea how to run something and has to slink back home and let Klaus laugh at him. Shit, I want that fic now.)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: This assumes either one of them are capable of sleeping totally still which honestly I don’t see. They both seem like the kind of people who flip around in their sleep and wake up five times a night. So, they both take it in turns and also sometimes just end up in weird sprawled positions, either on top of each other or really far from each other.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Honestly, I feel like joking around and talking together would probably be it. I could see road trips, too.

Uhhhh I RNG’d things I’ve written lately and I got Ben/Allison. Nobody else writes that but it’s the tiny ship of my heart so I’m gonna do it anyway. I’m sorry, my random teeny ships are what you sign up for when I get to choose. >>

when of if I started shipping it: On like my third rewatch Allison’s little “I miss him” while she’s watching the cameras burned itself into my brain and I have wanted more for the two of them ever since.

my thoughts: I just! Look it’s pretty much canon that everyone loved Ben, but something about his snarky-but-because-I-want-you-to-do-better-and-I’ve-given-up commentary with Klaus and Allison’s alternating defensive and concerned mode -- I just want them to team up together to despair everyone else’s problems and try to figure out how to help (and often failing; I feel like in a general sense, they’re both better at pointing out the problems than actually fixing them on their own). And I feel like they both get prickly in ways the other would understand and be able to deal with easier than most of the family.

What makes me happy about them: I feel like this just blends into the thoughts above. I love the potential for how they might interact, and the potential for them to call out each other’s shit (and probably everyone else’s).

What makes me sad about them: Everything about Ben in canon is sad! Even the happy things are sad!

things done in fanfic that annoys me: There are exactly two fics for this pairing and one is me and one is PWP smut, which just isn’t super my thing. So uh. there needs to be fic to annoy me. Please write fic specifically to annoy me, oh no, don’t throw me into that briar patch. (That said, in general, I feel like both of them get their sharper points filed down a lot in fic. They both have their pointed sarcasm and their moments of outright lashing out, and I want to see more fic deal with that.)

things I look for in fanfic: Again, I say, please let fic exist. Also, I badly want a proper AU of Ben surviving and running off to Hollywood with Allison. I did not do it justice in my tiny thing.

My kinks: I want switchy powerplay with an emphasis on play -- competitiveness and teasing and wrestling. Also younger or AU Allison who hasn’t yet tried not to use her rumors for everything not trusting anyone but Ben enough to gag her, because her voice is her best weapon. 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Please please give me an Allison/Luther endgame. Ben I have no feelings on -- I still stand by not wanting any other romantic subplots, really -- but I am rooting for Allison/Luther in canon no matter how many others I ship them with.

My happily ever after for them: Possible in canon, as characters: Allison figures out how to balance ‘not using her rumors at all’ and ‘rumoring everything always’; Ben gets brought back to life and gets to be happy. As a ship: Honestly, connected to the family and both doing their own, fulfilling, non-superheroy things. Allison can act and Ben can get a chance to figure out what he wants to do, because I feel like even if he’d survived that would’ve been hard for him.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Especially if we’re going with some semblance of canon and Ben’s died and come back, he’s the little spoon, because being wrapped up in someone else is comforting. But also just any kind of cuddling is welcome.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Judging everyone. No, I kid. Sharing and discussing books and movies, maybe. Ben passes along books he liked* and they watch movies together and Allison dissects acting choices and they both debate themes and ending of more ambiguous stories. They are loud movie watchers if they stay home to watch things, and go have loud debates over coffee after if they go out. *(I actually have a whole tangent in a fic that got cut out that I want to reuse for this fact, specifically about Ben having a slightly masochistic Lovecraftian phase in his early teens and passing it on to Allison, and Allison in her 20s thinking that if it fits either of them, it’s her, because she gets in people’s brains and rewires them and they forget what she’s done to them, and if either of them could make people go mad, it’s her.)

[naturesloopholedaaa]

This was meant to be a long WHY HAYLEY WAS IMPORTANT IN KING AND QUEEN VERSE but it turned into something else?       @avisplumis  we talked about this but if there is a part I forgot / need to change for a reason just LET ME KNOW.

Hope wanted children and knew that she wanted to be a mother.  She tells Roman that he took GRANDMA from her children meaning at fifteen it was a thought in her head.  When Roman screwed her over it felt like maybe she shouldn’t have kids.  Mentioned in another headcanon I had about the dreams of children calling her mother happen and she swears it isn’t ever gonna happen.

Hope swears she would do EVERYTHING that she can do to NOT have a child. She was taking the pill and using condoms because a CHILD was NEVER going to happen.  She gets a boyfriend in Landon and well,  they clearly have that spark and don’t move forward to that BIG STEP until after Malivore. He agrees to move to New Orleans with her and sometime during 19 / 20 years old Landon asks her to marry him.  The talk of kids is TOUGH and she had to deal with the fact that she feared EVERYTHING about it. 

They end up getting married and the protection that Hope was so committed to falls away because for them to have a future,  she would take the step.  It wasn’t like she was DEAD SET AGAINST children from the start just TRAUMA shaped her thoughts for a while.  It takes time for her to go all the way OFF everything that she had set in motion.  The dreams of her future get BRIGHTER and more tailored to them.  It hurts to not have Hayley there to talk with everything.  Hope cries alone in the shower more times than she wants to admit because this was something her mother should be there for,  because she is SCARED of everything that comes with being a parent even.  There is pressure and she constantly is holding her breath waiting for the moment that she stops being able to TURN INTO A WOLF. Having your mother there to hold your hand,  give advice on the best ways to do the little things and remind you to take it easy were things Hope wanted but never thought she would have. 

Hayley comes back from the dead when Hope is around 21 / 22 / 23 years old. They never really TRIED for the first kid (But they never did protect themselves either from the chance of pregnancy) . It was a “If it happens, it happens and we will love it if it did but putting stress into it takes the fun out of it.”. Hayley is there for Hope and Hope gets what she was searching for even without her father alive (She misses him).  Finding out it was a SON that they were going to be having lead to one request HENRY.  She wanted his name somewhere in there and Landon didn’t have an issue with that.  (Would have been some version of Klaus’s name but Freya already had that one).  

Hayley was MAYBE the one that tells Hope she could be pregnant the first time and MAYBE the second time around too.

Her SON’S whole pregnancy and his birth is without TRAUMA. There were no witches trying to kill her child  (Like her birth was)  there was no death on her end at all.  Sure,  there was stress because she was LEADING FACTIONS but aside from that?  It as normal as it could get.

Her son is EVERYTHING that she could ask for and it feels RIGHT even when she is EXHAUSTED and can’t even understand how she can move but somehow makes it up in the morning for her son.  Landon suggests another baby sometime after Isaiah was born and Hope does agree with his thoughts,  it likely was the first baby that these two PLANNED on having and were actively trying for. Two kids is PERFECT because they can play together  ( Fight in the front yard like a bunch of wolves. ).  Both Hope and Landon didn’t really have ANYONE to lean on that understood the struggles so it made sense to have two kids at least.

Hope doesn’t hide her past from her kids but she also isn’t open to telling them EVERYTHING.  If they ask a question,  she answers it honestly.  Lives by glossing over details of her past when they are younger like her mother did for her. Shows her children that just because they have POWER doesn’t mean they can abuse their status.  

Hayley being there for Hope was helpful.  It took the pain of not having her mother to call in the middle of the night when the baby won’t stop CRYING or when Hope is about to start crying herself.  Hayley gave breaks that were needed,  advice on raising something that NO ONE knows about,  reminds these two that not knowing everything is normal.  Hayley is that voice of reason and while FREYA and REBEKAH could do it?? It’s not the same as having Mama there telling you that your kid can tell when you are stressed,  that you don’t need to read EVERY book on parenting that you can get your hands on.  Hayley there for Landon? I’m sure.  Reminding him that he is doing okay,  that he is going to be / is a good dad to his kids.  Likely was there to tell him to back up for a second when Hope is a cranky mess that wants to actually bite someone.  REMINDS HIM NOT TO OFFER A VEIN TO HIS WIFE WHEN SHE IS PREGNANT because Landon did offer himself up to Hope once in ear shot of Hayley and it is still funny. 

Let’s not forget,  Hayley kills the threat to her grandchildren in Roman ( She did tell Hope not to go searching for him herself in the first thread we did there.  “I’ll take care of it.” ).  Has her own issues to deal with coming back from being dead and watching the world around you having changed.  Watching your own child be completely different than the girl that you knew.  Finding out about MALIVORE even. 

NOT SURE WHAT THIS IS.  Again,  this started out as a WHY HAYLEY IS IMPORTANT post only to end for it to be something else. I LOVE THIS VERSE SO MUCH. 

[breanime]

What He Deserves

Requested (forever ago), by @illgowithpland-fordumbass:  I just think people often forgot that [Luther Hargreeves] is broken too and traumatized by Reginald just like the other kids, but I think he suffers even more because the damage made to him it's way more visible than the others, so I would really like to see a writing when he gets the kind of love and acceptance that he deserves, someone who can show him that he's not a monster, who can see him beyond the ape torso.

Man... I felt this. I hope this came out all right--thanks for the request!

(Collage created by the eternally sweet @songtoyou)

“And you’re bringing Claire, too?” You asked Allison, pacing in your apartment with one hand holding your phone to your ear, the other covering your mouth as you spoke.

You heard Allison’s smile in her voice. “Of course, it’s Spaceboy’s day, she’ll be so happy to see him.”

“Good,” you said back, “He’ll be happy to see her, too.” You spoke with Allison for a bit longer before hanging up. That made six out of seven Hargreeves who agreed to come to the surprise party you were throwing for Luther.

You moved around the house, glad for the space as you sent out a few reminder texts. You and Luther had moved in together only a few months ago, and it had taken you a full year to find a place that both of you liked, but you did. Luther was a big man, and there was no amount of coats that could hide it, so you had settled on a place with lots of space so that he could walk around freely, without fear of bumping into any furniture. He’d been bashful about that at first, so you’d made it your mission to help make your home—his and yours—a place where he could always be comfortable and not feel the need to try to shrink himself like he sometimes did. People didn’t seem to realize—or care—that Luther was just as broken and fragile as his siblings; just because he was Number One didn’t mean he didn’t have his own problems and trauma stemming from his upbringing. 

But you did. You saw past his number, past his inhuman torso, into the man inside. You saw the insecurity, the naivety, the pure love and loyalty that rested within him, and you helped him bring those traits out to the open. He had been surprised, at first, at how well his siblings responded to him when he started being honest about his insecurities and fears; Diego was the first one to really embrace him, of all people. It had taken Allison a little longer; she had been so used to the old Luther, it took her a moment to come to terms with the open, honest, and increasingly more confident man he was becoming. But she did, which was why she was so happy to come to this party—they all were…well, most of them. You were still missing one…

There was a knock on the door, and you knew exactly who it was.

You opened it, smiling, to reveal Klaus. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing blue eyeliner, a fuzzy black coat, no shirt, Dave’s dog-tags, and red leather pants with black boots. “I believe you’ve been trying to contact me?” He drawled, grinning.

“Why yes, I have. Come in.” You watched Klaus saunter in and shook your head fondly. He was three years sober now, but he was still Klaus—hence the outfit. He plopped down on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table, something he only ever did when Luther wasn’t home. “I have a favor to ask you…” You began.

“Is it about the party?” He guessed, tilting his head. “Of course I’m coming—I’ve already picked out this nice little outfit, lots of tassels, very tasteful, and Five and Diego have been arguing over who’s going to bring me for days now,” he waved his hand in the air, “It’s hard being popular—but you know that.”

You laughed. “It is about the party,” you said, “I know you’re coming, and Diego’s coming, and Five, Allison and Claire, and even Vanya’s bringing her girlfriend, but… I never got a RSVP from Ben.”

Klaus’ eyes widened. You had invited Ben weeks ago—via Klaus—but had forgotten to get confirmation if he was coming. “You—you want to ask Ben if he’s coming to Luther’s party?” He asked slowly.

You nodded. “Yes please. I need to know how many chairs to put out.”

Klaus turned, and you knew him well enough to know he was looking at Ben. “Yeah,” he said lowly, “she really is perfect for Luther.” He looked back to you again. “Ben says he’s coming, and that he’s really glad Luther has you in his life—we all are, actually.”

You smiled. Powers, general dysfunction, and personal hang-ups aside, the Hargreeves were all just…really good people. “I’m lucky,” you said back, “Luther’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and with him, I got six more people I love in my life.”

“Okay, okay,” Klaus sighed, grinning as he got up. He came over to you and engulfed you in a hug. He smelled like cigarettes and cinnamon. “Ben said he’s punch me again if I didn’t hug you.” He pulled back and smiled down at you. “You’re just… You’re gonna be such a great sister-in-law,” he cooed.

“Okay, Klaus,” you laughed back. You and Luther were in love, but you were still a ways away from marriage…not that you wouldn’t welcome it.

The next day, Klaus (and Ben) showed up again just as you started getting ready for the party. True to his word, Klaus was wearing the exact outfit he’d described, complete with tassels. Klaus, declaring “well, we’re already here”, ended up helping you set up the decorations for the party. You’d tasked Diego with keeping Luther busy while you got everything ready, so you knew he wouldn’t be home until right before the party started. Klaus floated—literally floated—around the house pinning up banners and taping balloons to the wall. Five showed up an hour before the party, Delores under his arm and a dozen pizzas in his free hand. Allison and Claire showed up next, a huge box in Claire’s tiny hands and an equally large smile on her face. Vanya was next, her girlfriend greeting you with a hug as she walked through the door. Pogo came in a few minutes after Vanya, graciously complementing the decorations while ignoring Klaus’ outfit.

You made sure everyone was having a good time, well-lubricated (Claire and Klaus got sparkling cider in wine glasses), and that everything was in place. You stepped back and looked around. Today was the day Luther had come back from living on the moon for four long lonely years. It was also the anniversary of Reginald Hargreeves’ death, so you had two wonderful things to celebrate. Luther hadn’t wanted to make too big of a deal out of it, but you did. He had made so much progress since then, and you thought that was cause for celebration. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you took it out to see a message from Diego: ETA 45 seconds. Be ready.

“They’re here!” You hissed, turning to address the party, “They’re outside! Everyone, get ready!”

Klaus picked Claire up and ducked behind the couch with Allison and Pogo. Vanya and her girlfriend hid behind the drapes, and Five—in a flourish—teleported behind the door. Ben was invisible. You stood in front of the couch, hands clasped in front of you, bouncing on the balls of your feet. They’d be coming up the stairs now and opening up the door any second to see… “Oh, Five—the lights!” You whisper-yelled.

Five poofed across the room, cut the lights off, and poofed back to his hiding space behind the door in a matter of seconds.

You heard the lock turn, and you grinned, nearly jumping with excitement. Luther came in first, and you heard his voice before you even saw him.

“…Y/N and I just got a new dining set,” he was saying, “Maybe we can have everyone over for dinner…”

“Five,” you whispered, “now!”

Five teleported to the light switch again and turned it on.

“Surprise!” You screamed; your voice joined by the others as they popped out of their hiding places.

Luther’s eyes were wide as he took everything in; his family, the decorations, the wide grin on your face. Diego and Grace were behind him, laughing.

“Happy anniversary, big guy,” Diego said, putting his hands on Luther’s shoulders as he walked past him.

“An…Anniversary?” Luther asked, looking adorably confused.

Claire ran up to him then, wrapping her arms around her uncle’s legs and smiling up at him. “Happy coming-back-from-the-moon anniversary, Uncle Spaceboy!” She called cheerfully.

Luther let out a laugh and looked over at you. “I… You did this?” He asked lowly.

You nodded.

“Thank you.” His smile was soft and pure, and you felt your love for him grow. He leaned down and picked Claire up. “Thank you!” He said, louder now. “Thank you, everyone!”

“Well, to be fair, we’re also celebrating the death of our old man,” Five added, sipping a margarita that he’d gotten from…somewhere.

“That’s…” Luther titled his head to the side. “…fine, too…”

“Come on, Luther, have a drink! Ben and I want to live vicariously through you!” Klaus said, gesturing towards the bar you’d set up in the kitchen.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Diego called, “Hold up—I see presents!”

“I’d like to see that dining set,” Grace chimed in, a perfect smile on her face.

“Maybe later, Mom,” Vanya said kindly, “I think Luther should open up his presents first.”

Luther looked over at you, unsure, and you smiled back. “Come on, baby,” you beckoned him, holding your hand out, “Let’s start with what Claire brought you…”

“She picked it out all by herself,” Allison explained.

Luther sat on the couch, Claire on his lap, you on one side, and his Mom on the other. Diego grabbed as many gifts as he could and brought them over while Klaus delivered the rest. You heard the click of a camera and looked up to see Vanya’s girlfriend taking a photo. It took a while for Luther to unwrap all of his presents—partly because the Hargreeves had a mass amount of wealth and therefore had no idea how to just get one gift, and partly because Luther held your hand the entire time.

He showed his thanks for each and every gift with a hug (which Vanya’s girlfriend—who was apparently quite the shutterbug—got on camera), and shyly told stories about his time on the moon to an entranced Claire. Claire got him a huge Luther teddy bear, complete with the coat, Vanya and her girlfriend got him a painting set—he was getting into canvas a lot lately, and Ben got him a nice set of sci-fi books that you knew were right up his alley. Allison got Luther a nice new coat and a pair of shoes, as well as a new record player and a few records to go with it. Diego bought him a sword, for some reason, and a pair of brand-new boxing gloves (“come see me at the gym,” he’s said, “I’ll show you how to use ‘em, big boy”). Grace got him a beautiful journaling set with parchment, different colored ink pens, and even a peacock feather quill. Pogo gave him some tapes from when they were all younger and a gift card to Griddy’s Doughnuts—he’d always known about their nighttime excursions there. Klaus bought Luther a scrapbook, stamps, glitter, and an insane amount of stickers as well as a pink umbrella, a Rihanna poster with your face glued over hers, a Ryan Reynolds poster with Luther’s picture glued over his face, and a tiny toy monkey playing the maracas. Luther loved it. Five got him a bottle of fine whiskey, a gorgeous tie, a coupon for a shoe-shining place, a framed, moving portrait of the moon, more records for the record player (he and Allison clearly talked when they were out shopping), environmentally friendly paintbrushes, DVD sets of Friends, The Office, Superstore, The X-Files, and Parks and Rec, and a pair of leather gloves.

Luther loved it all.

“Last present!” Klaus announced, lifting the box over his head as he brought it over to Luther. “This one is from Y/N!”

“Honey, you didn’t have to get me anything,” Luther said, looking at you with wide eyes.

“She really didn’t,” Five drawled, “she threw this whole party together for you…”

“…Invited everyone over,” Allison added.

“And planned it out so me and Mom would keep you busy all day,” Diego put a finger up, “You really don’t deserve her, brother,” he said with a smile.

“I’ve been trying to seduce her for months,” Klaus sighed dramatically, “but she’s just so very in love with you, Luther.” He put a hand on his forehead. “Such a waste.”

“Shut up, Klaus,” you giggled, turning to Luther, “Don’t worry, the only Hargreeves I’d ever leave you for is Vanya,” you said with a wink, “…maybe Ben.”

Everyone laughed, and you leaned against Luther’s shoulder, feeling overwhelmingly happy. “They’re right, you know,” he said, voice low and words just for you, “I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled up at him. “Yes, you do. Open your gift.”

He did, and you watched his eyes grow wide once more. You had gotten him something simple, a portrait-sized canvas photo of the two of you the day you’d bought your house, grinning and holding onto one another with the “SOLD” sign in the background. The realtor had taken it for you, saying that she had never seen a happier couple. Luther looked over at you, eyes wet, and reached out for your hand, holding it firmly in his own. “I love you.”

You opened your mouth, ready to say it back like you always did, but you were interrupted by the oohs and awws and clapping from the Hargreeves siblings (and Claire). Grace had her hand over her heart, smiling at the two of you, while Pogo shook his head and laughed. Even Five was cheering. You leaned over and kissed Luther, earning another round of applause from his brothers and sister. You couldn’t stop smiling. “I love you, too.”

It became a tradition after that, celebrating this anniversary. Every year you threw a “surprise” party for Luther, and every year, on the day of his father’s death, Luther was surrounded by the people who truly loved and cared for him. After a while, Luther—your sweet, thoughtful Luther—started bringing presents of his own to these things, a gift for you, a new CD for Vanya, a space helmet for Claire, neon pink earplugs for Klaus, things like that. Then it became a day where you all would bring gifts for each other, so you started drawing names at random to see who would shop for who—you all started to look forward to it more than Christmas. And every year, as you looked over at the man you loved, you saw another layer of him revealed. Before long, it was all too easy to see beyond his appearance, other people—strangers—stopped gawking at the bumbling giant with his shoulders hunched over, and instead happily greeted Spaceboy as he stood tall, walking with an easy confidence, hand in yours. Sometimes people asked about his size, but mostly they wanted to know about the Umbrella Academy and his siblings…and sometimes…

…They asked about the matching rings on your fingers…

…or the roundness of your belly.

And the two of you happily answered.

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This is probably gonna be the only time I write for Luther (probably), so please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

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