#what's up bish klaus is being a bish

[ragsweas]

OKAY SO!

-delores being a real woman and Five's delusions becoming reality

-if you thought reginald was evil WELL WAIT TILL YOU MEET HIS SWEET WIFE ABIGAIL THAT BISH

- Diego and Lila fighting but then Lila telling him what the problem was and them trying to figure it out

- THE SPARROW BEN ACTUALLY GRIEVING APRROWS AND NOT JUST OFFHANDEDLY MENTIONING HOW HIS FAMILY IS DEAD

- the other marigold kids ????

- Jennifer's acrual backstory??? Who created Durango??? Why??

- klaus' trauma for real like come on

- ALLISON'S GUILT AND UNEASY OF FAMILY COME ON

- diego and ben scenes

- five and luther scenes

- five and viktor scenes. The relationship they actually had

- klaus and Luther scenes

- actual sparrow scenes cause yk....we never really met them

- a follow up of season 3 and a glimpse into more mysteries of the world actually

- allison and viktor bonding (again)

- VIKTOR'S TRANSITION

- klaus missing his ben

- if we do the timeline subway THEN PROPER EXPLORATION OF MORE SPACES AND NOT THE CHEATING PLOTLINE

- Lila and five Shennanugans that is more chaotic

- more of Jean and Gene (they were so deranged)

- pogo please

- ALSO WHY DID WE FORGET GRACE????

I am sure there is more but so far this

If you were to write S4 yourself, what things would you want to add?

(Defo not asking for my own possible rewrite that I’m planning…) (Check my blog if you’re interested tho!)

[hybredtm]

hellpierced ; ᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇ & ᴋʟᴀᴜꜱ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴ.

“what brings this displeasure of your visit, katerina?“ use of old name, just knowing well it’s not the one she chooses to go now. katerina was the young girl, oblivious to the world around her he met five hundred years ago. eyebrows raised, he had made a promise to not murder her on sight a long time ago. but oh, part of him craves for her to make a move and get on his bad side. “don’t tell me you wish to reconnect our old days. a trip down memory lane, perhaps?“

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The Substance of Love - Chapter 12: Klaus x Fem! Reader

Previous chapters 1-11 are on my masterlist

Word Count: 1075

Author’s note:  This is the last chapter I have planned.  I have had so much fun with this series.  Thank you so much for reading and especially those of you who have commented @bubblyani @helena-way07 @moorehollandplz  This being what I think is probably the last chapter, comments are welcome and greatly appreciated!

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It looked like you would be staying at the mansion for a while, at least until you figured things out. Klaus’ room was set up to accommodate the baby, who you’d started calling ‘jellybean,’ until a more appropriate name was chosen. Klaus brought down a few baby things Grace had stored in the attic. Among them was a bassinet that was barely getting any use because Jellybean would scream bloody murder if he wasn’t being held. He had yet to use his power. You wondered if he was able to focus it without you as a vessel. It was more likely that his power would develop along with his cognitive abilities as they did for you and Klaus and his siblings. In other words, you had time to teach him right from wrong before he started wielding such a dangerous power.

Vanya had moved back into the mansion as well. She was receiving threatening voicemails and texts from Leonard. When his plan to seduce Vanya and turn her against her family had failed, he hit the bottle and started trying to intimidate her which seemed crazy considering he knew what she was capable of. But rational thought was not Leonard’s strong suit.

One day he showed up at the mansion, ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door. It was clear that he had been drinking. “Let me in, Vanya. I know you’re in there,” he shouted.

It was late and you’d finally gotten the baby to sleep. You came downstairs with Klaus to see everyone gathered around Vanya asking her what she planned to do with Leonard, who was becoming more agitated by the second.

“I thought we shared something…I love you…,” he said with hurt in his voice. Then he flew back into a rage, spitting the words out like venom. “You think anybody is going to accept you like I do? I fucking DISCOVERED your powers. I MADE YOU!” I’m not going home until you talk to me.“

“Open the door. I’ll take care of him,” Diego suggested while removing a knife from his vest.

Luther stepped forward. “I can rough him up for you.”

A thin lipped smile stretched across Vanya’s face. Her brothers had never shown such concern for her before. You could see in her eyes how it made her feel loved. You wondered if Diego and Luther realized that with her powers Vanya could obliterate Leonard and anyone else within a mile radius.

“Thank you both, but I’d like to try a different approach.” She turned to Allison.

“Leonard’s mother died in childbirth and his father resented him his entire life. He wanted Leonard to suffer his pain. Leonard felt powerless and turned his resentment towards those of us with power. It’s not an excuse for his behavior, just an explanation. Maybe if we could take away the pain that started his personal vendetta against us…maybe he’ll stop and we don’t have to hurt him. If I’m wrong, Diego and Luther can take him down.”

Klaus looked at you to check your reaction. You glanced down at the baby monitor and squeezed the arm he had wrapped around you. You wanted to face this adversary together with your new extended family. Your powers could be useful if something went wrong.

Allison nodded. “Open the door.”

Leonard made an effort to compose himself in front of the Hargreeves, but his underlying hate was still obvious. “I want to talk to Vanya alone,” he said quietly.

“That’s not going to happen, Lenny.” Klaus piped up.

Leonard reached for Vanya’s hand, but Vanya recoiled at his touch.

Alison looked into Leonard’s eyes. “I heard a rumor…”

—–A Week Later—-

You had searched the entire mansion for Klaus and finally found him in the little spot he claimed in the attic when the baby stuff was put to use downstairs. He was sitting on the floor and looking pensively out the tiny attic window. Being up there with him reminded you of the night you spent in Hope’s farmhouse together, where you first told him you loved him only to discover that he had fallen fast asleep. “What’s wrong, love?,” you asked stroking his hair with your free hand. The other one was supporting Jellybean in the baby sling you wore.

“I’ve just been thinking about Dave and how I never got to say goodbye.”

“Well, you’re sober now. Have you tried?”

“It just never felt like the right time.”

“Klaus, you loved him. Bring him here. Tell him how you feel.”

Klaus closed his eyes and began to concentrate.

“We’ll give you some privacy,” You turned to leave with the baby, but he grabbed the hem of your pajamas.

“Please stay.”

You settled in next to him looking out into the empty space in front of you.

Klaus suddenly opened his eyes and cried, “Oh my god. I did it. It worked! Dave!…I never got to tell you how much I love you…and I never got to say goodbye.” He managed through sobs.

“Yes. Yes. This is my girlfriend, Y/N, and this is my son.”

It should have sounded strange to you, hearing Klaus use these words for the first time. Instead they filled you with warmth as they rolled effortlessly off his tongue with pride. Love was not a finite resource with Klaus. His love for Dave did nothing to diminish his love for you. Your heart sank as you thought of Klaus grieving in the midst of all the chaos you’d been through together.

You took the baby out of the sling and handed him to Klaus. His tenderness with the baby was so beautiful, it gave you goosebumps every time.

“Y/N, I think the baby can see Dave! He’s looking right at him!” Klaus’ initial shock faded into fatherly concern.

“Oh my god, this little one is full of surprises!,” you marveled, rubbing klaus’ back to steady him. His mind was no doubt reeling with the idea of his son sharing the powers he so reluctantly possessed.

“The baby’s name?” Klaus responded to Dave, repeating his question.

“His name is Dave,” you answered proudly. Klaus looked at you with surprised tears in his eyes. You cried too, knowing how much Dave meant to Klaus and how painful it must have been to lose him. The baby cooed and reached his little hand into the air as if trying to touch him. You both laughed through the tears.

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[spikeymarshmallows]

characterisations

...I swear this will tie back to TUA...

So I was reading a fic lately. And it was a damn good fic. But the characterisation [of Klaus for those who are interested lol] was entirely different to the direction I’d have taken. This wasn’t to say it was wrong. In fact, I could entirely see where the author had gotten these ideas from, and they made perfect sense to me, and were very in character.

But it got me thinking about characterisation in fandom. This is something we’ve discussed a lot in Stucky fandom, particularly in light of Endgame.

Like, there are things that are just quintessentially a character. It’ll be something everyone [or... almost everyone??] across fandom agrees with is Steve Rogers. It’s generally his FIGHT and his FIGHT FOR WHATS RIGHT and FREEDOM OVER FEAR. There’s a lot of other nuances to Steve, and how that manifests is different. But there are always these core traits. Now, what you do with them... changes things.

Frx, in ‘spaces on the wall’, I had Steve as a father. Now, typical Steve Rogers would be the kind to jump into a fight if defending someone, or taking down a bully. But Steve Rogers, as a father, doesn’t have the luxury of getting into a fight and risking being thrown in jail, and leaving his daughter alone. Steve Rogers is in his late 30′s now, and his FIGHT has simmered down into a different kind of righteousness.

On the other hand, in ‘something to bind my hands’, it manifested out in how Steve had difficulties navigating a complex, trauma-based relationship. How could he align his morals, his sense of what was right, with the complex relationship in front of him? In fact, his strong sense of what is good and right actually fucks things up temporarily. He has to re-calibrate that in order to avoid further damage.

Anyone who has read these knows that they are two different Steve’s. I won’t pretend to be an expert on Steve Rogers... But it’s an example. They’re both very different... but the core traits are the same.

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So that brings me to TUA. I’m the opposite of an expert on this show, and in this fandom. Others have been around a lot longer than I have. But I still get real excited about exploring things that are core characteristics of a character, and what are author-based. Like, we all watch the same show, but notice different details. We pull little things out, and mull them over, and run them through the filter of our own experiences, and what we end up with is a very different character each time, that is also the same.

And there are also things that, if we did with the characters, others would scratch their heads over and be “yeah, no, that’s... that’s no X”.

Like, if you had Klaus be just “I hate any and all drugs, and I would never even think of touching them”, one might argue that that isn’t an accurate representation of the character. Klaus might hate drugs, yes [reference: Luther asking him for drugs, and Klaus being all “:( you don’t want that, trust me :(”]. Klaus might have a complicated relationship with drugs. But I cannot picture a Klaus Hargreeves that would ever stand there and preach anti-drug rhetoric and how he’s never touched them and never would.

Or Diego... Who also has these complicated relationships, who deeply loves and respects his Mom, who harbours a bitter fury towards his father, who holds onto the past, who has issues with anger and authority. 

And then we have the places where individuals differ. For me, Klaus is someone with agency, with difficulties with impulse control, and emotional regulation. He’s empathetic, and he can be incredibly kind, but he also fucks up, and doesn’t really own it.

Another place I see fandom disagree is the sheer amount of Klaus whump. Or sibling cruelty. I personally see the siblings as being competitive, and disliking each other... But it’s a very “only I can say shit about my family--I will fucking come for you if you say a single bad word against them”. I can’t see them, say, pushing Vanya over, or having the siblings outright beat Klaus up.

It’s also really fun and interesting when you take these things and... change the setting.

So I’m working on an AU right now, and the siblings aren’t siblings, and grew up without Reginald. And holy shit, thinking about them growing up without these traumas has been an experience. What do their relationships look like when they’ve grown up without that kind of trauma? How do their responses to things change? What stays the same?

*

In some ways, I’m like “bish, you overthink things” but also, I am cripplingly depressed, and this fandom is my only source of joy rn, and also, thinking about characters makes me happy, and I love finding other nerds I can be all “okay, these are core things, talk to me about all your nuances and we’ll compare notes, and see what happens!”

TLDR: there are some things that are core traits of a character. There are some things that we see the exact same thing of--but when run through the filter of our own experiences, it manifests in entirely different ways. And those ways are always really cool and interesting to see.

So. Like. Tell me things that are core for you. And things that aren’t. And. And. Just. Talk to me about dem boys.

[antiquecompass]

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BISH YESSSS BRING IT BACK

“I may have done a dumb thing.”

Ben had woken up to those words far too many times not to be immediately on alert. The problem with being a Reaper and a Healer for Klaus was that he had a really, really, really bad habit of raising the dead. Even those marked for a final death, not the ghosts that had a half-living existence in their world and could retake their human forms on the Solstice and the Equinox.

“Klaus the Necromancer strikes again,” Diego said from his bed.

“Why is there a bleeding werewolf on the floor?” Allison asked from the doorway.

Ben just wanted to go back to sleep. He’d been having nice peaceful dreams of cotton candy clouds and rivers of caramel.

“That’s Dave,” Klaus said. “I found him and when I tried to like, guide his furry little soul on I must’ve flipped his light switch.” Klaus patted the bleeding wolf’s head. “I wonder what he looks like in his human form.”

“Please get him off my carpet,” Ben said.

“Why did you bring him home?” Allison asked.

“So Ben can give him that shock of life. Maybe he’ll heal better in his human form,” Klaus said.

“How do you know his name’s Dave?” Ben asked as he rolled out of his bed. He’d learn long ago to just give in to Klaus.

“He looks like a Dave,” Klaus said.

“He looks like a wolf,” Diego said.

Klaus shook his head. “No imagination in you, Diego.”

While Allison, Klaus, and Diego argued about just what kind of name the wolf looked like, Ben leaned over the being in question.

Intelligent blue eyes watched him, the pain and confusion clear. Klaus was lucky he hadn’t lost a limb.

“It’s okay,” Ben promised. “I’m just going to give you a bit of a shock. It’ll switch you to your human form and help us fix whatever’s wrong.”

The wolf’s eyes tracked Ben’s siblings.

“Yeah, let me just go ahead and apologize for them. I wish I could say this was a rare occurrence, but we get noise complaints on the regular.”

Ben called on the power inside him, picturing a defibrillator in his mind, and placed them over the wolf’s chest. There was a bright flash of light, the smell of burning fur, and then a naked man in place of a wolf.

[katestargazer]

Why I hate Vanya (The Umbrella Academy) WITH SPOILERS!!!!

Guys, I know many of you will disagree with me, but I really need to get this out of my chest. Please, don't hate me ♡

First of all, I got to say that I actually like Luther. I understand him and truly feel bad for him. I imagine that being the number one (literaly) was like being the older brother (responsible for everything and everyone). He probably had to grow up fast and be a role model to the others. He had to be Mr.Perfect all the time (ew, I would rather die!). He was also the only one to stay with his father, because that's what older brothers do, they grow up and take care of the younger siblings and the parents. He followed his father blindly because he was just trying to be a good son, and I totally understand that (I kind of do the same with my mom). Well, anyway, I won't go deep into this defense because that's not what this post is about (although I would love to talk about it more, in case anyone is interest). Just gonna say that I truly like Luther.

NOW, LET'S MOVE ON TO NUMBER 7 (VANYA).

Oh boy, how I hate her.

She is always playing the victim.

She cut her sister's throat AND left her to die (!!!!!!!!!)

She chosed a guy she just met over her family (bish, come on!!!)

She trew her siblings under the bus with her book and still wanted them to love her.

She was AWFULL as a child and actually KILLED innocent people for nothing (her nannys)

She was an envious bitch (sorry about the curse, but she really was a bitch) throughout the entire series.

Her whining is really, REALLY tiring. (Like, REALLY)

Now, many people say that Vanya suffered in the hands of her father and her siblings ( because they didn't pay much attention to her in childhood) and, therefore, she's right to act like this. I don't agree. All of the kids suffered with their father (I mean, look what he did to Klaus) and all of them had their lifes ruined because of that. Despite that, none of them acted the way Vanya did. For Christ's sake, SHE CUT HER SISTER'S THROAT AND ABANDONED HER ON THE FUCKING FLOOR. She left with a guy that SMILED at the sight of her sister bleeding on the ground! I'm really sorry guys, but... HELL NO.

* I know this has nothing to do with the story, but I don't actually like Ellen Page. I think her acting's bad and she's always with that "I'm bored and sad" face, which is, in fact, boring and sad. Guys, it's important to say that I do not have anything against her! I just don't enjoy her acting.

Please, don't hate me guys (after all, It's just a series) but that's what I think. Love you all! ♡

[wickcd-ways]

💕 A moment of silence for my first born Vera Jane Sibley, unfortunately she was the weakest link but she will be missed sm.......💕

Mmkay, silence over -- Heeereee's Katherine !!

was that [ NINA DOBREV ] ? oh, never mind, that’s [ KATERINA PETROVA ]. speaking of them, i’ve heard they’re a [ FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR ] year old [ CISFEMALE ] [ VAMPIRE ], known for being [ SEDUCTIVE ] and [ CLEVER ] but also [ VICIOUS ] and [ MANIPULATIVE ]. what most don’t know about [ HER ], though, is that [ She is here to reunite with Stefan and bargain the moonstone for her freedom from Niklaus after running from him for 500 years ]. [ bring the beet in…ANYTHING FOR YOU BEYONCÉ..]

there's only one way to play the baddest bitch in all the land and that's canon asf...so idk..jusT hold my beer

We alllll know the legend of Miss Katherine, or Katerina if you're a Mikaelson. The year is 1492 in Bulgaria, where the falling star was born. She grew up and gave birth to Nadia out of wedlock, disgraced the Petrova name and was banished to England.

She met Niklaus and Elijah who were ultimately trying to use her blood to break Niklaus' curse so she got the f up outta there son! with the moonstone that Niklaus needs for the curse

Enter Trevor and Rose. Trevor was like we gotta help her Rose was like bish is u blind she belongs to Klaus. Katherine tried to kill herself twice in their house and became a vamp initially bringing Rose and Trevor's demise with her as Rose gave her the blood that made her turn. Niklaus was so pissed that Katherine was no use to him he killed her whole family in cold blood and she is STILL not safe from him.

Fast forward to Stefan and Damon she was a guest in their lovely house she compelled them both, made them love her, gave them blood and got them killed during one of her many many antics to rid herself of Niklaus. Then she ran again after faking her death and made them think she was in a tomb. 

Now she's back again in Mystic Falls  trying to set up everything for Niklaus to break his curse and earn her freedom because ya girl is tired of running in heels. (She also wants Stefan and Elena's perfect little life )

Personality wise: Katherine doesn't fuck around she's the most devious bitch whoever lived and in always nine steps ahead and thinks she's clever asf because she's got an 'A++' in self preservation. she is also hella paranoid and believes her own lies. Catch her impersonating Elena always bc I'm trash. (lmk if your kiddo wants to be a willing / not so willing expert on all things Elena )

Get used Connected:

Witches: Apart from Lucy ya girl needs a pair of eyes everywhere at all times she's paranoid like i said

A blast from the past: Friend or Foe it doesn't matter she's seen the world and def has hella enemies fym get @ us!!

Werewolves/ Vamps: honestly she doesn't really have enough interaction with them imo but that doesn't mean they aren't useful gimme all ur kids

Fwb: Because lbr she only has eyes for Stefan but we encourage you to try nothing is set in stone (; boys and girls bc duh xx

A human blood bag: She's lazy ok?

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The Substance of Love - Chapter 10: Klaus x Fem! Reader

Previous Chapters 1-9 are on my masterlist

Word count: ~700

Warnings: Violence

You started driving, not sure of where to go, but you wanted to get some distance away from the burning safe house. Klaus was staring into the backseat, arguing with the recently deceased agent Cha Cha.

“What’s she saying, what’s she saying?!”

“The commission is going to keep sending agents until they get our baby.”

“What about the suitcase?”

“This one is programmed to return to the commission headquarters when the job is done.”

“Well, looks like we have a decision to make…keep running or confront these assholes…You know my vote,” you added with conviction.

“All right, let’s do it,” he said. “Stop the car.” You pulled over onto the shoulder with the sound of tires scraping the gravel. You both turned around in your seats and stared at the thing.

“Well?,” you said, leaning in.

“The last time I opened one of these things…” He paused. “I think you’re going to have to do it.”

You opened it quickly before you could talk yourself out of it. There was a blinding flash of light accompanied by an awkward sensation like getting sucked up into a vacuum and then forced back out again. The baby was kicking like crazy.

After rematerializing, it took a moment to focus your eyes on the scene in front of you. You were shocked to see Kendra, your old sponsor from rehab. She was dressed differently, but you were certain it was her. She appeared to be in a standoff with Klaus’ brother, Five. He was holding a grenade with his finger on the pin. In front of him were a series of vacuum tubes, buttons and controls. Behind him was glass room with rows of black suitcases exactly like the one that had brought you there.

“Klaus, what the hell are you doing here?!,” Five looked confused, which was unusual for him, because he was usually thinking several steps ahead of everyone else.

“I could ask you the same thing!,” Klaus replied, equally confused.

“Kendra, you are the one behind all of this?”

“It’s cute that you still think my name is Kendra…Kendra is the name of the woman who does my nails. I just thought it had a nice ring to it.”

She indicated her arm in a sling that matched her 1950’s style dress. “That scene you made in the meeting…breaking my arm…just confirmed what we suspected. It was a risk, but we had to see how the child’s powers would manifest. We plan on using them to the fullest. He or she will be a great asset to the commission.”

“You live here in the future. If you had kidnapped our baby, made them evil, wouldn’t you know what kind of powers they have and whether it’s a boy or a girl?,” you asked defiantly.

“My dear, you are speaking of a time travel paradox. We orchestrated this whole thing. This is history being made! Now give up all this nonsense and join us. If you work for me, I can make sure you are well compensated.”

While you were distracted, Five had been sucker punched from behind by another agent. The grenade fell to the ground and rolled, thankfully, with the pin still intact. The agent proceeded to aim his gun at Klaus. Klaus fired instead, sending the agent to the ground. Kendra, or “the handler” or whatever her name was, looked surprised. Lunging forward, you snatched her by her injured arm.  More agents came out of the woodwork. You took the handler with both hands, one around her waist, the other hovering just above her exposed forehead that had become dotted with perspiration.

Word of your powers, or more accurately, the baby’s powers had apparently gotten around the commission because the agents lowered their guns. Five was still lying on the floor unconscious.  Klaus managed to lift him on to his shoulder and carefully picked up the grenade. He looked at you for reassurance. You nodded, releasing the handler. Klaus pulled the pin with is teeth and lobbed it in the direction of agents. You grabbed his hand and started running. Five was revived by the sound of the blast and took all three of you back to the present.

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The Substance of Love - Chapter 11: Klaus x Fem! Reader

Previous Chapters 1-10 are on my masterlist

Word count: ~1350

Warnings: I know this is series is labeled as angst, but this chapter is pretty fluffy and we *might* be headed for a happy ending.

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When the flash of light faded from your eyes you found yourself in the Hargrevees mansion standing next to the sofa you once fainted on. The time travel sensation was hard on your body. The baby wasn’t kicking anymore. It had moved low, causing you to cramp up, changing the shape of your bump. Your legs were suddenly wet and something warm trickled on to the floor. Klaus was the first to notice. He put his hand softly on your shoulder.

“Y/N, I think your wat-”

“Ahhhh!,” You cut him off with a scream. It was your first big contraction.

“Your water just broke.”

“I know, Klaus. I was an ER nurse, remember?  We have to time how far apart the contraaa -,“ you screamed again, doubled over in pain, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes. Your screams had alerted the other Hargreeves siblings who came rushing down to see what was going on.

“Allison! Oh, thank god! What do we do? I’ve only seen this in the movies.” Klaus was frantic. Allison froze at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, then quickly sprang into action.

“Lay her down, get her a pillow for Christ’s sake!” She said, motioning to Klaus and Five. “And towels, we’re going to need towels,” she added.

“Shouldn’t we take you to the hospital?, “Klaus asked.

"We’re way past that,” you said, reaching into your leggings. You felt the silky wet top of the baby’s head. “This is happening nowwww,” you moaned.

The boys each grabbed an arm, laid you down on the Persian rug, and stuffed a pillow under your head. Klaus sat next to you on the floor, holding your hand and moving the stubborn sweaty strands of hair away from your face. You looked up at him and smiled until the pain made your face go sour again. Luther and Diego ran in from opposite sides of the room each with an armful of towels. “Throw them here!,” Alison shouted. She placed them under your rear as you pulled off your leggings, modesty be damned. Diego and Luther both turned abruptly away from the sight of your partial nudity. Allison rolled her eyes and spread one of the extra towels over your bent legs. “She’s decent now, boys,” she sighed. Five just continued his casual observation. You never pictured doing this with such a large audience.

“Okay, Y/N, I think you’re gonna have to push now,” she said, looking up from between your thighs. She had a towel poised and ready to receive the baby. You leaned forward, gripping Klaus’ hand and pushed, you really tried, but the searing pain was too much.

You flopped back down into the pillow. “It hurts so much,” you said through tears. Klaus’ face mirrored your own in sympathy. He held your hand a little tighter and kissed it.

“Y/N, you are the strongest person I’ve ever met. It’s one of the reasons I love you so much. You can do this. I believe in you.” He nuzzled next to your face and kissed your temple. You pushed again.  This time felt different, productive.  The sound you made was primal.  It was followed by gasps from everyone in the room as the baby emerged.  A momentary silence made you hold your breath until you heard a loud cry.  Everyone sighed with relief then cheered. “It’s a boy!” Allison announced, wrapping him in the towel and handing him over to you. You cradled your baby In your arms.  Klaus cradled you both in his.  The newborn could barely open his eyes, but he was beautiful and you loved him with every bit of your heart.

Allison cut and tied the cord and helped you with the afterbirth.  She was not an expert, but she muddled through with your instructions.

“Allison, I don’t know how to thank you for all you’ve done.” 

“We are so grateful,” Klaus added.

“Of course, don’t be ridiculous. From one mom to another, you were a soldier…and with no drugs…you’re a superhero!”  You both laughed at her choice of words.  

“Would you like to take the baby somewhere more comfortable and private?,” she asked.

“Yes, but I don’t think I can walk right now.”

“Luther will carry you.”

Luther perked up. “Um… Sure.” 

Klaus followed close behind, hissing at Luther every few feet with a “careful” and “watch her head” as he lumbered down the hall with you. He brought you to Klaus’ room and laid you down on the bed.  Klaus was beside himself, his emotions alternating between sheer panic, pure bliss, and wistful contemplation when he thought you weren’t looking.  He encouraged you through your attempts to breastfeed and celebrated your victory when you finally got the baby to latch properly.  When the baby was full, Klaus burped him and popped him inside his roomy v-neck t-shirt so they could be skin to skin, like Allison suggested.  He marveled at each little finger and toe.  And he lost it every time his son looked at him and made any sort of expression at all. 

Each of the Hargreeves had their turn visiting the baby, moving in and out of the room, chatting with you and bringing you things. It was really sweet, a very different reception than the last time you visited the mansion.

Diego’s face lit up around the baby.  He shed his vest full of knives in favor of a soft, black turtleneck sweater. He cradled his tiny nephew so tenderly in his arms, vowing to teach him everything he knows.

The baby took one look at Luther and started crying.  Luther awkwardly tried to soothe him, but it was no use.  He handed the baby back to Klaus, looking a little sad.

“Maybe he’s just gassy.  You can try again later,” you offered.

What Five lacked in warmth, he made up for in conversation.  He talked the baby’s ear off as if discussing his theories with another fifty year old man.  You stifled your urge to laugh.

Ben expressed his congratulations through Klaus.  He had been a presence in the room throughout the baby’s birth and he regretted not being able to hold him.    

Allison was checking on you when Vanya suddenly showed up with a pack of diapers and a  leather bound notebook under her arm.

“You came!” Allison looked shocked.

Vanya began to cry. “You were right about Leonard. I didn’t want to believe it, but then I found this.” She handed Allison the book. “It’s Dad’s journal.” Leonard has been lying to me the whole time… I read what Dad wrote about me. I do have powers - dangerous ones. I read how he suppressed them with my medication.“

"Vanya, I -,” Allison started to interject.

“At first I was really mad, but then I kept reading, in detail, about how he manipulated and abused each one of us. My heart is broken, but I don’t want to fight anymore and I’m not going to let Leonard use me the same way Dad did, so I left.”

Allison embraced her sister and smiled through tears of her own. “Come meet your new nephew!”

Vanya congratulated Klaus with a hug and stepped forward to meet you and the newborn. “I’m Vanya. Welcome to the family.”

“I’m Y/N. Klaus has told me a lot about you. He said you play the violin and wrote a book. I’m sorry, but I haven’t read your book yet.”

“You know what…Don’t. Let’s make a fresh start.”

“You and your nephew actually have a lot in common.  His powers are also very dangerous and there are people out there who want to…,” your voice caught in your throat with your emotions.

She gazed knowingly into your eyes.  “Just raise him with love and he’ll be alright.  Plus he’s got five fiercely protective aunties and uncles with super powers to protect him.” She bent down and kissed him softly on his little forehead before handing him back.

“What are you going to name this little jellybean?”

You looked up at Klaus. “This happened so fast we haven’t even had a chance to think about it,” you laughed.

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The Substance of Love - Chapter 6: Klaus x Fem! Reader

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Word count: ~ 900

Warnings: Angst, Sad Klaus, Danger for reader and her unborn

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm, feeling like you had been hit by a truck.  You shuffled to the bathroom and noticed something different about your reflection in the mirror.  Your stomach and breasts were noticeably larger than they were the day before.  It's definitely not supposed to happen this fast, you thought - this is a dream.  Hell, maybe the positive test was a dream too - it's one of those crazy layered dreams.  You slapped yourself across the face, hoping it might wake you up.  It didn't. 

You went to the kitchen to find something to eat.  The fridge was, of course, still empty, so you made yourself some tea and toast.  Then the reality of your situation suddenly hit you and you began to cry.  You cried because you missed Klaus.  You cried because he was your best friend and the one who would have helped you figure this out.  You cried because you were absolutely terrified.  

You called in sick to work - "food poisoning."  Then you made an appointment with your gynecologist just to confirm what you already knew.  They had a cancelation and offered to take you in right away.  That almost never happens in the city.  Maybe having a doctor take a look at you would make this all seem natural, you hoped.  Maybe then you’d have some kind of motherhood epiphany.  

The office was cold and Dr. Rhodes, who was normally very bubbly and chatty, looked nervous and distracted.  "Congratulations, Y/N," she said with a small, noncommittal smile.  "Okay, let's check your chart.  You are at how many weeks now?"

"Just two...at the most."

"I was going to say twelve, but every pregnancy is different.  Some women start showing earlier.  I would normally order a blood test to confirm, but I think we'll go ahead and do an ultrasound."  

The doctor applied a warm, clear jelly and glided the ultrasound wand slowly over you swollen abdomen.  The images on the screen could not be mistaken for a two week pregnancy.  This looked like a baby.  It had a heartbeat.  You were overwhelmed trying to process all of this. 

"Well, everything looks good.  Remember to take your vitamins," she said snapping off her rubber gloves. You got the sense that she was rushing it.  And why was she avoiding the obvious?  This was not a normal pregnancy.  Also, why no blood test?  Her responses seemed prefabricated and her eyes darted around the room as if talking for someone else's benefit.

She quickly jotted something down on her prescription pad.  "I’m writing you a prescription for something that will be very important for you and the baby."  You looked down at the hastily scribbled note.  It said 'run' and beneath that was an address.  The doctor’s eyes were intense, but she wouldn’t say anything else.  

Your hands trembled as you stuffed the note into your purse and made your exit as quickly and calmly as possible.  After about a block and a half of walking in the opposite direction of your apartment, you finally turned around to see if it looked like anyone was following you.  Still not satisfied, you took the subway and switched cars at the last second.  If you were being followed, you were making it as difficult for them as possible.  Obviously someone was after you, but who and why?  You looked at the address on the prescription again.  Was it a safe place to hide?  Doctor Rhodes had been your gynecologist since moving to New York.  You trusted her.

You finally made it home to pack a bag and figure out your next step.  When you stepped off the elevator, Klaus was crumpled on the floor in front of your apartment.  He looked like he did that night at the train station: broken.  

"Klaus!" You ran to him and lifted his chin so you could look into his eyes, but they were swollen shut from hours of crying.  There was blood on his hands and he was wearing what looked like an old army uniform.  “Klaus, what happened to you?" 

He just stared back, unable to speak.  You gathered him up in your arms and helped him to his feet.  He exhaled, latching onto you tightly.  You brought him inside, laid him on the bed, and started the shower for him.  You nervously wondered about the dog tags around his neck, the new tattoos, and scars on his body as you stripped him down and helped him into the shower.  It was torture having so many unanswered questions and holding onto a huge secret of your own, but it just wasn’t the right time.  You grabbed a gym bag and started filling it with clothes.

Klaus came out of the shower looking exactly the same only now he was clean.  You lent him some of your clothes which suited him just fine.  “Klaus, I am going out of town.  I think there are some people after me.”  He perked up and looked directly into your eyes with his bloodshot, watery green ones.  Now that he was emerging from his semi-conscious state, you suddenly became aware of your changing body.  You shifted your weight, trying not to carry it forward and adjusted your oversized shirt.  “I know you are hurting and I want you to tell me what happened when you are ready, but I should leave now.  Will you come with me?”  Klaus nodded and took your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

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The Substance of Love - Chapter 4: Klaus x Fem! Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Word Count: ~700

Warnings:  This one is kinda short, but contains a few bombshells....more to come! ___________________________________________________________

You had to wait another week to catch Kendra at a meeting.  In that time you and Klaus only grew closer.  He took you to the mansion and tried to introduce you to his brothers and sisters, but none of them were home.  Grace had been "deactivated” and Pogo was polite, but seemed preoccupied with something.  In spite of all that, it was still pretty exciting seeing where Klaus had grown up and it felt a bit naughty having sex in his twin bed.  

When your opportunity arrived to confront Kendra, you walked right up to her and looked her in the eyes.  Klaus stood behind you, backing you up and trying his best to look tough.  She just smiled bigger than a Cheshire Cat. 

"I don't like being lied to, Kendra.  I'd also like to know how you really got that information about me."  You could feel the anger building inside you.  

"You sound paranoid, Y/N.  I don't know what you're talking about." Kendra said dismissively then started to laugh.  

"Don't try to gaslight me, Kendra."  You lunged forward and grabbed her by the arm.  She screamed so you let go, stumbling backwards into Klaus. "Shit, what was that, Y/N?! That really hurt....It still hurts!"

"Nothing...I barely touched you."  You were surprised by her reaction.  It really was a light touch, but she was crying and her arm didn't look right.  Your anger turned to concern.  Kendra was always prone to theatrics, but this was something else. 

The meeting organizer dashed over and led Kendra to a chair.  Another member brought her some water and there was a clamor of activity around her.  "You two better leave now," she said.  Not wanting to be charged with assault, you and Klaus headed for the exit. 

"Wait."  A familiar voice called to you from the back of the room. It was Andrea. "I hear what you say to Kendra.  It is Greg, the counselor. They have sex...open files," she whispered. 

"Gracias, Andrea," said Klaus, followed by more Spanish conversation.

Then Andrea turned to include you in on her thoughts in English.  "I don't like Kendra.  She is a...what do you say...cunt.  I hope the arm is broken."

You choked in surprise at her choice of words.  "Wow, Andrea, your English...it's gotten really...colorful.  Thank you for letting us know."  You gave one of her hands a light squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

You headed back to your apartment with Klaus.  "So what else was she saying?  What made her hate Kendra so much?,” you asked him.

"Kendra called ICE on Andrea's brother and he was deported all because Andrea didn't come to her art show.  But she was working, she's always working.  She has two jobs and works sixty hours a week.  And I've seen Kendra's art.  It's just a bunch of plastic trash glued together with some paint splattered on it.  We're not missing anything."

"I think we found our super villain," You laughed nervously.

"That reminds me...," said Klaus.  What was that back there? You got mad and started hulking out.  Is that something new...or?"

"I have no idea.  I really didn't mean to hurt her."  You replied.  It was true.

"I'll have to remember to stay on your good side," Klaus joked.

The next day you started your new job as a receptionist at an optometrist's office.  Professionally it was a big step down from triage nurse at the city's busiest hospital, but you'd be making enough money for rent and necessities.  In honor of the occasion Klaus had planned to take you out for dinner, not anything fancy, just something other than pizza or instant noodles.  

Your first day of work training went fine, nothing to report.  You spent most of it watching the clock and looking forward to hanging out with Klaus. You had given him a key, so he could come and go when he pleased.  He divided his time between your apartment and the mansion.  It was quite a contrast, you laughed to yourself as you opened the door.  "Honey, I'm home!" you called, but there was no answer.  "Klaus?"  Nothing.  Okay, he's probably just running late, you thought, and called his cellphone.  It went right to voicemail.  Shit!

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