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klaus-littlestwolf · 1 year ago

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I’ve been hesitant to write stuff like this, despite the fact that I write fics like this just for me all the time, but I’m glad to know I’m not he only depraved person here. I hope this is everything you want it to be.

Dead Dove-Do Not Eat

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Klaus never meant to find her in the first place.

Klaus found out who his real father was when he was 6, his mother had to tell the truth so that he wouldn’t be alone when he first began turning. Werewolves shift for the first time during puberty. Klaus’ father was a very good teacher, and treated the boy much better than Mikael, so Klaus enjoyed their time together. He began shifting at 11, the full moons being something he can’t resist and it took another few years for him to gain control during them but by the time he was 14 he was spending all night every full moon running with his pack…until he turned 16.

Y/n had moved to town 2 weeks earlier and while Klaus quite liked her, she was almost instantly popular and he knew he had no shot. That full moon however his wolf didn’t give him a choice, Klaus had thought he was insane for hearing his wolf talking about her in his head (his wolf never really caring for anyone before) but here he sits, fully shifted, in the woods behind her house as she does her homework in the shed which seems more like a bedroom from what he can tell from the window.

He couldn’t control his paws for the first time in years as his wolf brought him here and now he refused to leave, staring at Y/n in awe. Klaus could practically feel his cock swelling desperately as he stared at her and it seemed his whines were too loud when her head snapped up and she moved to the door to peek outside.

Once again Klaus couldn’t move as he tried to keep her from seeing him but his wolf said “no” very clearly when his feet wouldn’t move. ‘Holy shit!’ She gasped, lunging back as she saw him staring at her, the abnormally large wolf clearly startling her. ‘Um…hi? Are you okay?’ She asked and Klaus had to remind himself that she doesn’t know who he is and wasn’t actually asking him, though he found it touching that she was asking his wolf if he was alright…his girl is so sweet. ‘Are you hungry?’ She spun around to go back inside and while he knew she would come back he once again couldn’t stop as he walked into the small shed (that he took up nearly a quarter of), making her gasp as she turned around. ‘Don’t hurt me, please?’ She pleaded softly as if to not startle him and he shook his head. ‘Woah…do…do you understand me?’ He dropped his chin in a nod and her jaw fell, dropping the bag of chips to the floor where he licked a few from the plastic and ate them before sitting down. ‘So you’re an overly large wolf that can understand me and answer my questions…cool. Okay Y/n, don’t panic.’

Klaus whined, creeping closer and resting his big head on her lap which caused her to gasp but she didn’t push him away, taking a moment before petting his head and beginning to scratch behind his ears. He whined again, rolling onto his back on the floor and waiting for her to rub his belly and he wasn’t sure if it shocked her or him more.

‘You’re such a sweet boy, aren’t you?’ Now Klaus understands why dogs love this so much, belly rubs feel incredible!

He ended up laying beside her on her bed while she did the homework Klaus still hadn’t done himself and every now and again she would take a break to give him scratches. He was actively ignoring his pack searching for him but there was something about this girl that pulled him in, and not just him but his wolf.

Y/n drifted off somewhere around 1 am and he stayed there with her, she hadn’t needed a blanket as she wrapped her arms around his body and eventually he drifted off as well. It wasn’t until 4:30 that he awoke again knowing he was close to changing back and woke her to let him out. He knew she was waiting for him to come back and it hurt his heart but he couldn’t and this time his wolf begrudgingly listened to him, running back home before he shifted back. He ran back to the home he stayed in with his father since he had turned 10, finding his phone and not taking but 2 minutes to find her on Instagram and spending the next 20 minutes looking through her pictures, his wolf howling in his head as he saw her again. It was at that point that his father walked into the house, a questioning look on his face.

‘Would you like to tell me where you were?’ He asked and Klaus settled himself to be screamed at before explaining exactly what had happened tonight. ‘Oh my boy, you’ve found your mate. Congratulations!’ He grinned, clapping Klaus on the shoulder. He had heard the term ‘mate’ a few times since meeting his father but not often and he didn’t really know what it meant. ‘Every wolf has a mate, their other half, though we’re not all lucky enough to meet them this young, you have truly been blessed son-‘

‘Blessed?! How have I been blessed?! A girl like her will never give me the time of day! She’s pretty, and popular, and perfect! I’m just a freak who’s only friend is the howling animal in my head!’ His dad rolled his eyes, finding his sons excuses to be stupid and pointless.

‘Klaus, our mates are our mates for a reason, they’re perfect for us. Popular or not, that doesn’t matter, she will feel it too. Not quite as strong as you do until you’re mated, but she will. Trust your wolf, he knows what he’s doing, and he knows what he needs. He is driven to care for and protect his mate, she will notice you eventually, I promise. She’s also the only non-pack member you’ll ever be able to tell about what you are, she is your mate and that makes her family. Try not to worry Niklaus, I’m sure she’ll be yours soon enough.’ With that his father told him to go to bed, always taking him in for a half day after a full moon so that he could get some sleep. All he saw was her though, his perfect little mate staring back at him with a smile on her face.

He dreamed of her arms wrapped around him again, a comforting warm feeling of having his mate snuggle up with his wolf…his dream turning much less innocent quickly when it comes to his wolfs desperation to rut his mate and while he had never imagined it before, it’s all he could think about now, his perfect little mate presenting herself for him, tasting her perfect little cunt before mounting her and-

He jumped up in his bed as his alarm went off, groaning at the raging erection he was going to have to deal with before getting up to get in the shower.

The half day was long as he was so tired, but at least he got to see her, staring at her in the library as they all worked on a book report that Klaus couldn’t give less of a shit about. It wasn’t until the end of the day after that, that he saw her again and Klaus felt his feet moving without his consent again. As he tried to stop he was overcome by the growl in the back of his head and the sound of his father telling him to trust his wolf. He was stood at the bottom of the stairs when he finally stopped, hearing a squeal before he looked up and thanked God for his wolfy reflexes as he opened his arms and caught his mate as she tripped down the last few steps. He held her to his chest and they both froze, looking into each others eyes as if in a trance, Klaus’ wolf howling in his head at having his mate in his arms and her seeing those eyes from last night all over again…but that’s impossible.

‘What the fuck? Put her down you freak!’ A voice snapped and just before a hand grabbed onto Y/n, Klaus placed her on her feet and grabbed the hand, twisting it painfully away from her.

‘Oh God! You are really strong, aren’t you?’ She asked him and all Klaus could do was blush.

‘You fucking freak, you are gonna pay for that.’ The jock that Klaus had never bothered to learn the name of snapped.

‘Sean! That’s enough! He saved me, stop behaving like a caveman!’ His mate was…sticking up for him?

She’s adorable when she’s angry.

‘Thank you, um…it’s Klaus, isn’t it?’ He nodded his head and she smiled. ‘I’m Y/n. Thank you Klaus, you just saved me some major embarrassment…and probably a few injuries.’

‘You’re welcome Y/n.’ Sean threw his arm around Y/n’s shoulder and pulled her away before she could say anything else and Klaus glared back at him, hating the asshole that gets to touch his mate, that should be him!

By the time Klaus got home he was ready to collapse into bed and call it a night, even if he’d only been at school half a day. That’s when his phone chimed and he looked down to see he had a new follower on his Instagram. He saw Y/n’s page shining back at him and a notification that he had a message from her, opening it to see a phone number. His stomach was doing somersaults as he quickly saved the number and texted it, her name and a question mark as if she would give him someone else’s number.

Mate: Who else would it be🤣

Her response put him at ease as he messaged her back again, and she promptly answered him. They spent the rest of the night like that, texting back and forth, getting to know each other and he couldn’t believe the fact that his father was so right!

They texted through the next few days before they decided to hang out, Y/n coming to Klaus’ place after school on Friday and spending time together for the first real time since he was a wolf. Speaking of wolves.

‘You have a lot of wolf stuff in your house.’ She commented as she looked around the living room and they did, decorations and carvings, their pack emblem being almost everywhere.

‘Yeah, it’s kind of a family thing I guess. If it freaks you out we can go to my room.’

‘No, it doesn’t freak me out, I like wolves…we can go to your room though.’ She shrugged and he thanked God for his abilities again because he could smell just how nervous she was. He didn’t understand how she came off so calm and relaxed while she was so nervous, but he admired it. He took her hand, leading her through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. His fathers room was the entirety of the basement so Klaus had the master bedroom which he loved, having to share a room with Kol his whole life until he moved here at 10. ‘Wow! This is huge!’ Klaus smiled, sitting down on his bed with her beside him as she looked around. ‘You have a lot of art work, do you paint a lot?’ He nodded.

‘Yeah, it’s a hobby. I hoped to go to school for it but I already have a job here lined up after school so I get to just keep doing it whenever I want.’ She smiled at that.

‘That cool. It’s nice that you know what you’re gonna do…I don’t want to go to college, I’m garbage at school and I know I’m just gonna flunk out but my parents insist. I have savings and they want me to use that to pay for the first few semesters and then go into debt after so that I can get a job that will suffocate me for the rest of my life…I’m sorry…I don’t know why I just told you that.’ She blushed a deep shade of red and his wolf howled in the back of his head, pushing him to comfort her.

‘It’s okay, I…I like that you’re so comfortable around me. If you don’t want to go to school then don’t, use the money to figure out what you want…maybe you’ll know by the time we’re done school.’ He shrugged but she shook her head.

‘I doubt it…I’ve always felt like my parents just want rid of me. I’m their last kid and once I’m gone they’re done, they’re shit parents already anyway but…I always wanted a real family, one that just feels comfortable and safe, you know?’ He nodded right away.

‘Honestly I do. My dads family is like that for me, once I moved away from my mom and step dad I felt so much better, this place is…home.’

‘I’m glad you have that Klaus. You deserve it.’ He hugged her to his side and she rested her head on his shoulder.

‘You do too.’

He quickly found out that Sean wasn’t Y/n’s boyfriend which he thanked the Gods for, giving him the chance to ask her out himself and he did. Since that first weekend at his house they spent almost every day together and he took her on dates every weekend, loving that he got to make his girl feel special. He wanted to give her everything. Klaus knew that Y/n wasn’t the normal girl their age, she didn’t want to attend college or get a fancy job, even if she never said it out loud he knew she just wanted to be safe and loved for the first time in her life. It’s what he had wanted before finding out what he was too and he knew that’s why she was his perfect mate, and he wanted so badly to give her that. To give her a home and a family, to protect his mate the way he was driven to and he thanked the Gods that she seemed happy around his pack because he knew he could give her everything here.

Klaus spoke to his father about Y/n, and he knew that once they graduate she could come and live with him, he’ll have a job in the pack, his own place on their land and be able to take care of her…as long as she knew about him first. He didn’t know how to go about that though, it’s not a normal conversation to have honestly, he worried for a while about how to tell her but thankfully he didn’t have to. She figured it out herself.

It had been a month since Klaus had met Y/n and once again his wolf was excited to go and visit his mate, sprinting all the way to her house, seeing her in her room which he now knows is the she-shed out back that she turned into a bedroom so her parents didn’t bother her. He whined as he approached the door, scraping it gently and it opened quickly, her smile growing wide at seeing him.

‘Hey buddy! You came back!’ She moved to let him in and shut the door behind him before turning and petting his head gently but still cautiously. ‘Where have you been, huh? I was starting to think it was all a dream.’ He hopped onto the bed beside her and ate the cheese puffs she fed him for a few minutes before she reached for her phone. ‘Klaus is never gonna believe this.’ She spoke, FaceTiming him quickly and he watched her face fall when he didn’t answer. ‘He always answers, he answers me at 3am, what the hell?’ She tried again and once again he didn’t answer. ‘I hope he’s okay…’ Klaus felt guilty for not being able to answer her but what could he do? He just wanted to stay right here and snuggle up next to his mate. He laid his head down on her lap, smelling the heavy scent of her crotch right next to his nose and suppressing the response his body desperately wants to have. He could suddenly smell fear coming off of Y/n and he looked up to see her staring right back at him with a weird look on her face. ‘…Klaus?’ She asked and he felt his eyes widen and his ears go flat against his head. ‘You have the same eyes…you don’t answer your phone…the wolf can understand me and it’s a full moon every time you show up-Oh My God!’ She jumped from the bed and moved for the door making him lunge in front of her to stop her from leaving. She backed away slowly, clearly scared of how he was going to react so he whined, laying down on the floor and covering his nose with his paws as if to show her that he won’t hurt her and she seemed to agree to calm down, sitting back on her bed and staring at him. ‘Werewolves are real…cool…that’s cool, right? I mean it could be worse…’ he whined, nuzzling under her arm and making her scratch him. ‘Okay, I’ll chill out.’ She laughed, scratching his neck until he rolled over and enjoyed a belly rub once again. ‘This is the strangest thing I think I’ve ever done, I’m rubbing my boyfriends belly.’ He didn’t notice right away, enjoying the scratching that she was giving him though he realized quickly when she gasped and pulled away from him that she could see his erection coming out at the wonderful feeling she was giving him and he quickly jumped up. ‘It’s okay Nik, it’s not a big deal.’ She said, moving to touch him but he leaned away. ‘Hey, it’s not your fault, do I look upset?’ She didn’t, she looked as understanding as she always did and he both loved and hated it. ‘I don’t get upset when you’re human and it happens, why would I get upset now? Now let me rub your belly, come here.’ He rolled back over and did as she asked, enjoying the belly rubs she continued giving him. ‘It doesn’t hurt, does it? Like do you…do you need help?’ Did he hear her right? Did she just offer to help with his erection while he’s a wolf? He whined, feeling his cock begin to throb even harder as he pictured his mate with her hand wrapped around his red, swollen cock. He looked up at her as she stared at it before shrugging and reaching out to touch it, her fingers grazing down it before taking it in her hand and pumping it gently. His tongue flopped out of his mouth and he was panting like crazy as his cock just got bigger the more needy he got, his hips thrusting up into her hand and prompting her to move faster. ‘I’m not hurting you, right?’ He shook his head quickly from where it rested against her thigh. ‘It’s really hot…’ It was only another second of her stroking him before his cock began shooting out a truly impressive amount of cum. ‘Oh Fuck!’ She stroked him through it before using tissues to clean the mess off of her. ‘I can honestly say I did not see this being how my night went.’

It took a moment for him to begin thinking clearly again, feeling as if his wolfs mind was overtaken by the lustful ecstasy she had given him, staring up at her in awe before licking her face and making her giggle like crazy. His nose then trailed down her top, smelling her deeply and knowing how wet she is, practically tasting it on his tongue already making him whine and sit back to look at her.

‘No, it’s okay. You don’t need to-Ah!’ He cut her off, biting onto her pajama pants and pulling her forward quite hard, her whole body jerking with his firm yank. ‘Holy Shit, you’re strong! Okay! But no teeth!’ She warned and he rolled his eyes. Klaus may not have ever done this in his human body before but he did understand that she wouldn’t take kindly to teeth against her pussy…especially wolf teeth. She was dripping as she removed her panties, leaning back against her pillows awkwardly. He really wanted to be human right now and enjoy eating her out for the first time while he had opposable thumbs but he would be happy with this. ‘Klaus, you know you don’t have to-Oh Fuck!’ She shouted as he licked his long tongue straight up her cunt, lapping at her roughly. She tasted like magic on his tongue and he knew he would never get enough of this making him wonder if she would continue letting him eat her out as a human. ‘Don’t stop! Never Fucking Stop! Oh God!’ He buried his long tongue into her hole as far as he could, his cold nose nudging against her clit and making her hips jump hard before he flinched back, watching her body go rigid as she came, squirting a bit onto the blanket covered bed. ‘Fuck, I’m sorry-‘ she was startled as he cut her off with a growl, not liking the idea of an apology for something so perfect and sexy before he licked at her pussy again, tasting her even stronger than before. ‘Okay, too much...Come here and snuggle.’ She instructed, pulling a fluffy blanket over her half covered body before stripping off the top layer and just laying there naked. With that he nuzzled back into her arms, feeling her hold onto his fur.

Y/n spent the rest of the night snuggled up against him asking every yes or no question she could think of since he couldn’t really answer her, she asked all she could about werewolves and him and his family but never once did she say anything about how she feels about any of it…or him.

Klaus left at the same time as last time, her scratching his ears and yawning a ‘goodbye’ before watching him run off and as soon as he got home and shifted back he jumped into the shower, getting ready for school and completely forgoing any kind of sleep. He ran passed his father who was taking a nap on the couch and made his way to school a bit too early, waiting for Y/n to get there, texting her repeatedly but not getting an answer.

The longer he waited the more sick he felt, she was always at school no matter how much she had slept…and she always answered him…

He felt like he was being a bit stupid for being so worried but he couldn’t help it. He had never told anyone his secret before, not even his family, and now that she knows the only thing he can seem to picture is her telling him that she can’t see him anymore, that she’s afraid of him, that he’s a monster and she regrets ever letting him touch her…he needs to see her.

He never walked into the school as she never arrived, running back through the woods all the way to her house and trying to peek into her room only to find the blinds shut. Klaus knew he shouldn’t just walk in but he needs to see her, the near constant growl in the back of his head now controlling his actions. His wolf had never controlled his human body before but it feels as if he is when he can’t stop his legs from taking him to her doorstep or his fingers from reaching for the handle. He opened her door to see it was unlocked which was odd and he immediately thought she must be in the house or gone but when he peeked in he saw her asleep in her bed, clearly unconscious. ‘Y/n? Princess?’

‘Mmhmmm…’ she hummed and he smiled. ‘Finally…come snuggle me.’ She held her arms out tiredly, moving over and making room for him to crawl in where he had been snuggled up an hour before. He locked her door, dropping his bag and stripping to his boxers before he climbed in. ‘Why didn’t you come when I texted?’ She asked, clearly still half asleep.

‘You didn’t text me Princess, I’ve been texting you.’ He picked up her phone and opened it to see a message typed out.

Just come back when you can and skip with me, too tired to go to school.

‘Y/n, you never sent it.’ He chuckled and she giggled, snuggling into his warm chest and pulling the blankets around him more. ‘Y/n?’ He questioned and she grunted. ‘You’re not afraid of me, are you?’ Her eyes flew open and she moved to look down at him with an aggravated look on her face.

‘Seriously? You think I would have let you in here, and let you stay the whole night talking to you if I was scared? Invited you back?’ He shook his head and she leaned down, nose to nose with him. ‘You think I would have touched your cute little cock if I was afraid?’ His eyes widened and he growled playfully, pulling her against him tightly and pressing his lips to hers.

‘Thank you…I just needed to hear you say it.’ He admitted. Klaus had never been vulnerable with anyone but with Y/n it was easy…it was comfortable. She felt safe to him, as safe as he felt to her.

‘I love you Nik. And I would never tell anyone if that’s your next worry.’ He shook his head.

‘It wasn’t. I trust you.’

‘Good. Now go to sleep wolf boy. I’ll ask the rest of my questions later.’

‘Good. By then it will be time for you to meet my family.’

Please let me know your thoughts on this one. I’m very set on doing a part 2 cause even I want to know what happens next🤣

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Hi can you do an angry / jealous Dom Klaus.

With BDSM and " you know i love you right because I am going to fuck you like i don't" vibes please

Only you

You were shamelessly flirting with Lucien right in-front of Klaus. You knew it was dangerous and you knew it would have consequences but you were mad, Klaus thought he could sweet talk the blond bartender? You could eye fuck his oldest frenemy.

Your hand was placed upon Lucien’s arm, your big doe eyes looking up at his hooded ones as you giggled at his little jokes.

Klaus was sat clutching his glass of scotch, he could feel it cracking within his hand as he watched the nuisance of a man slide his hand up your thigh, when you leaned a little closer to him and glanced at his lips. It was when Lucien let his eyes fall shut and moved to cup your cheek he got up, Klaus’s glass was in a dozen pieces, his footsteps heavy as he stormed over and grabbed ahold of your arm

“i don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but if you think you’re cleaver or you’re funny i would think again” he growled into your ear, his grip on your upper arm was bruising as he began dragging you out of the bar

“woah hey Nik, look we were just chatting” Lucien laughed standing up but Klaus was…fragile at the moment and swung a punch so hard everyone heard his first sired neck snap. You gasped and many people fell silent watching as Klaus picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and strided out. The second he was out of the door you were pressed against a cold wall, his hand was gripping your hair pulling your head back so he could whisper in your ear

“i will not tolerate disrespect are we clear? you do not ever behave like that again, you have people thinking i allow what is mine to play a whore!? I think the fuck not.” you could feel the heat traveling to your core as you arched your back, your stomach and chest was against the cold surface and your ass pressed onto his crotch

“you started it, you wanted to whore around with the blonde, i was simply showing you how it felt” his knee pushed in between your thighs and your damp panties rested on his leg, his hand moved from your hair and held your neck painfully

“at least she doesn’t behave like a slut, you’re practically humping my leg, did i get you like this? did Lucien? or perhaps you grinded against a different pathetic excuse of a man” you felt anger boil inside you as you attempted to move away from him but just held you firmer, your body hit the wall again and he pushed your face against it

“what is it love? don’t like me telling you the truth? don’t want to hear how pathetic you’ve been?” he slowly moved his leg back and forth letting his jeans rub against the thin material covering your heat

“i’m pathetic? i’m a slut? have you looked in the mirror? god Klaus you invented the term man-whore and your entire life you’ve ran to your brother to fix your every issue!” you yelled pushing against the walk helplessly while also trying to not rut your hips against him and hold in your moans

“shut. the fuck. up.” he breathed shoving your head further making you feel the brick scratch your cheek

“or what? you gonna cry to Elijah about it?” you couldn’t see the pure rage in his eyes. The golden colour they had bled into. In a swift movement your dress was torn from your body and you gasped as the freezing air hit your bare skin, you hadn’t worn a bra under the dress, your nipples felt hard against the rough surface. You remained squished against the building as your heard his belt fall to the floor, he shoved his jeans and boxers down his legs and ripped your little thong from your body. He pulled your waist back against him so you were bent over nothing and breathing shakily against the wall.

“Spread your fucking legs.” he ordered and you did. A finger slid throw you folds collecting your slick before he brought it to your face. You could just see him from the corner of your eye, his expression dark but smug as he forced you to taste yourself

“who made you like this?” he snarled. His hand back to fisting your hair as he lined himself up with the other

“who!” he demanded

“You did! Fuck, you did Klaus okay!?” you yelled and expected him to enter you but he didn’t, yet

“not Lucien then? not another greedy, grubby imbecile!?”

“You know it might’ve been you who got me going but I’m certain Lucien or some other imbecile would help me finish if you don’t just fu-“ you cut your self off when he thrusted inside you completely filling you entirety and stretching you painfully as he did not wait. He immediately started thrusting into you at a supernatural pace. A bruising pace which had tears unconsciously falling down your face.

“stupid whore” he growled pulling at your hair making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure

“crying for me love? being all weak and submissive?” you just gave a choked sob and nodded. You could feel your hot walls swallowing his cock, pulsing around him. The hand that wasn’t tugging your once carefully styled hair was on your desperate clit, the force of his hips had you rubbing against his fingers perfectly. Your lower stomach already began forming that familiar knot and you moaned loudly despite being out in the streets.

“you want everyone to hear you? gonna make people come see me fuck you against a wall because you cant behave for 5 bloody minutes?” his fingers moved harsher and faster when you whimpered an apology and his tip nudged your euphoric spot. You gasped when he angled himself to hit it again, your body knocked against the wall and you brought your hand up to grab onto his wrist as he dragged at your hair. Your other hand remained on the surface trying to support yourself s little bit.

You could feel your knees begging to give in when the knot inside of you tightened along with your soaked walls. You listened to his grunts as you bit the inside of your cheek to remain quieter, he didn’t seem to appreciate it however

“what? now you want to be quiet? now you gonna be good?” his hand left your aching clit making you whimper and let more tears stream down the wall.

“come on sweetheart, beg me to make you finish” you groaned and dropped your hand from his wrist holding onto the bricks that stuck of slightly as he pounded into you expertly. Feeling the knot inside you burn, the sensation soaring while you sobbed and clenched around him. You barely shook your head and gave an inaudible ‘no’ before his hand came down to hit the soft skin on your ass. You body lurched as far forward as it could and his hips snapped to yours faster, impossibly faster. Your spot was being given too much attention and it was tearing you apart, barely able to think at all.

“pl..please” you chocked quietly

“please what” he gruffed

“let me cum…please” you uttered

“why?”

“because i need you to” you whispered and his fingers were back on your overstimulated bundle of nerves having you cry a moan into the air

“you need me?” he grunted circling your swollen clit while still fucking you relentlessly

“need you…so bad” you nodded letting your face feel raw against the filthy surface

“you need me.” he stated and he twitched inside of you

“i need you.” you repeated and felt him begin to release inside you, his pace not faltering and his fingers only speeding up

“them finish for me love, milk me sweetheart” he whispered and threw his head back when your walls spasmed around him and panted a blur of pleasured sounds.

His fingers gradually stopped and his thrusts slowed. He gently pulled out from behind you and pulled his pants up. Carefully he let go of your hair and you turned around, standing straight on wobbly legs. He supported your shivering frame and kissed your cold lips, his fingers softly caressing the grazed skin of your cheek. The kiss was slow and loving..unlike the act you had just experienced

“you know that women means nothing to me, right?” he questioned quietly and you nodded weakly

“i love you, only you” he reminded you and you smiled a little

“i love you too, only you”

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waitingandwishing · 2 months ago

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A window that Vanya was behind, sobbing and pounding on thick glass that silenced both actions. Without a word, Y/N rushed forward, shoving past Luther. Diego and Klaus looked at each other in shock.

"What are you doing?" She shouted at Luther, "What part of this actually looks okay to you?" She was seething. She probably wasn't in the right state of mind to be dealing with Luther and his antics at the moment. She was still emotionally unstable. Diego and Klaus looked at each other in shock, she'd never been this angry before.

"Y/N, even Dad was afraid of her- "

"How can you be sure? Can you tell me that without a doubt?" He fell silent for a moment.

"Maybe it was right for dad to leave you on the moon, maybe you've gotten some screws loose up there!" Y/N shouted.

"You were there, you must've known she was a threat!" he challenged.

"She's not a threat!" Y/N yelled, "Allison set her off, and she paid the price! I told Vanya to leave because I knew you'd do this to her! All to protect your precious Allison! You never have a damn about Vanya, and here's the proof!" She turned back to Vanya's cell, "This isn't right, and you know that."

Luthur came over to her before stopping, "Luthur." She whispered, "You're going to unlock the door, and bring Vanya out." Y/N raised her hands slowly as Luther was pushed against the wall, the rock around him crumbling to tighten around his arms. “Or else, I’m killing you.”

Diego and Klaus looked at each other before going up to Y/N and shaking her. "Woah, woah, woah! Y/N!"

The girl blinked and she fell before rising up again, "What the hell?! I was this close!" Y/N yelled, "I'll let go of Luthur as soon as Vanya's out!" She screamed, turning to Vanya, who was sobbing hysterically.

"I think we need Five." Klaus whispered. Y/N turned around in anger.

"Five can't help at all." Y/N gritted her teeth. Crack... Crack

Her mask was chipping slowly as air breached through the gaps and kissed her skin. It felt like poison was rushing through her veins. Luthur was erased from her hold as Y/N was held back by Diego and Klaus.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Luther said as he knocked her out.

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"What about Y/N?! Is she still alive?!" A voice yelled. Y/N looked around and spotted a group of people gathering at the front of the mansion.

Y/N ran towards them, hair disheveled. Her eyes were still red as she coughed through all the dust. “Guys!”

“You’re okay.” Klaus breathed in slowly and hugged Y/N tightly.

Five space jumped right to where everyone was. "Guys!" Five called, getting their attention. "The apocalypse is still happening, the world ends today."

"But you said it was over, didn't you?" Luther said.

"Look, I was wrong." Five brandished the newspaper in his hand at the four of them. "I found this the day I got stuck. The headline's the same!"

"That doesn't mean shit," Diego denied, shaking his head.

"The timeline could've been changed since then." Five huffed, "Just listen! When I found this, I assumed this place burned down along with everything else, but here it is! Earth is still intact! That means Vanya destroyed the Academy before the apocalypse happened. I thought Harold Jenkins caused it, but he didn't! He was the fuse - Vanya's the bomb - she causes the apocalypse!"

"Good point," Klaus muttered, almost as if he was talking to someone else.

"Vanya killed Pogo," Luther said before Y/N could get a word in.

"You're unbelievable," Y/N growled in a voice they'd never heard before. "After all of that, after everything you've done, you still want to paint Vanya as the villain here?! Well, I might as well just-"

Helicopters were suddenly over our heads, and police sirens sounded off. "Move! Regroup at the Super Star!" Luther ordered.

Five warped the three of them into an alleyway next to the bowling alley. "C'mon, we have to go," He said, grabbing her hand. She made no move to get up, and even pulled her hand out of his.

Y/N clicked her fingers, she was muttering something. "I can fix this, I know I can. I just need to… Think…"

"Y/N." Five tilted her chin, turning her head towards him, "We need to go."

"Right…" Y/N nodded, "Right…"

Inside the bowling alley, they found a bench at an empty lane and quietly sat, allowing the varying sounds of thudding bowling balls and falling pins. After a few minutes, the others had trickled into the building, making their way over.

Y/N had opted to remain quiet, although everyone didn't miss the deathly glare she shot at Luther. He squirmed under her gaze. "I hate to be the one to say this, but we need to prepare ourselves."

"For what?" Diego asked. "To do whatever it takes to stop Vanya."

Five glanced over at Y/N, she was… Slowly having her mental state go down the drain. She breathed shakily as she clutched onto her pants. Crack... Crack...

Cracks formed on her hands now. Pieces of chipped porcelain fell to the ground, although they weren't noticeable. Five saw the corner of her mouth twitch upward as Allison hit Luther with her notepad. "We might not have a choice, Allison!" He protested.

"Bullshit," Diego replied. "There's always another option."

"She has a concert tonight." Y/N said, "She'll be playing first chair. She said she'd reserved tickets for the whole family." They all looked guilty for a few seconds and she pursed her lips. "Yeah, I hope you feel fucking guilty for trapping her like a caged animal." She said angrily, her hands shaking with frustration.

Five placed his hand on her arm. She looked back and nodded, breathing in and out slowly. Allison scribbled something in her notepad and brandished it at Luther: She's our sister!

"We're the only ones who can stop her," he replied. "It's our responsibility to Dad."

"To Dad?" Diego huffed. "Forget that, I've heard enough about- "

"He sacrificed everything to get us back together."

"I've gotta side with Luther on this one," Five said, Y/N gritted her teeth.

"I'm going to blow up someone's head." She muttered under her breath.

"We can't give Vanya a chance to retaliate - and she will. There are billions of lives at stake, we can't worry about just one anymore."

A loud cracking noise turned all of our heads. It turned out to be the chair Y/N had been sitting on, she was now standing as the chair was crushed like a soda can on the ground.

"You people are impossible." Y/N growled. "All of this, and you still wanna try to incapacitate her? Forget that, you think you can take her?! If you want to fight her, fine, just be prepared to lose and have me say 'I told you so.'"

"Y/N-" Five started.

"I don't need to hear anything from you," she snarled. "It's pretty clear you don't care about anyone unless they're on your side! I'm only cooperating for one reason: to make sure Vanya stays alive." Y/N said, "And the only reason why you guys are still alive is because I haven't crushed your heads yet!"

"I might be able to help," Klaus said when the girl sat beside him.

Luther rolled his eyes, "Not the time."

"Let the man finish," Diego retorted, earning a look of inquiry from the blonde man. "He saved my life today."

"Really?"

Klaus gulped. "Uh, yeah, yeah," he said, standing up. "I did… Take credit for it. The real hero… Is Ben."

Y/N nodded on as everyone rolled their eyes. She rolled her eyes at everyone’s lack of belief. Of course, she gets it, Klaus has relapsed and used drugs so many times that he’s become so shunned away from the family. But the Klaus she knew, sober or not, didn't joke about Ben's life.

"Today… Today, he punched me in the face. And earlier at the house, he saved Diego's life, not me."

Luther huffed incredulously, "I can't believe you, Klaus!"

"You want proof?" He reached out and grabbed a pink bowling ball. "Here's your proof," the skinny man declared. "Come on, it's showtime, baby," he said to the empty space just behind Y/N. He tossed the ball in the air, narrowly missing an unflinching Y/N before it thudded against the ground.

"Is there any way to silence that voice inside your head that screams out to be the center of attention?" Luther snarled.

"You know, I liked you a lot better before you got laid," Klaus fired at him. Allison reared back, away from Luther, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Which was a complete…" He backtracked, "It-it wasn't his fault, 'cause he was ridiculously high, right? And-and the girl, she thought he was a furry-"

"Stop!" Luther snapped.

"Okay," was his weak reply. He took up his seat beside Y/N, who watched Luther's reaction with a satisfied expression. Allison turned on her heel and walked away.

"Allison!" Luther called, chasing after her.

"Aw, does poor Allison wish that she was Luther's first time?" Y/N muttered to herself, "Sometimes I wish that I could bash their fucking heads into the wall…"

"Y/N…" Five placed his hand on hers. Y/Ncoughed and nodded. From a few lanes down, a stout older woman approached us, with a scrappy-looking boy in tow, probably her kid.

"Excuse me?" she asked politely. "It's my son Kenny's birthday today, and… Wouldn't your kids be happier playing with other kids their own age?"

The scrawny boy locked eyes with Y/N, and ducked his head as she sent him a fake smile. "Assuming it's okay with your two dads." Klaus and Diego shared a confounded look.

Meanwhile, Y/N smiled sweetly. The same smile that made Five remember how she was a few days ago. "I don't really bowl."

"I would rather chew off my own foot." Five said.

The woman reared back, "Let's go, Kenny."

"If I was going to date a man," Diego said, the shock of the woman's insinuation wearing off, "You'd be the last man."

"You'd be lucky to get me," Klaus remarked.

Y/N muttered something to herself again, but this time Diego caught it. "Does your newfound superpowers make you feel better about yourself?" Diego asked.

Circe looked at him and squished his head with her fingers just so she could see it. "It makes me feel better that I could squish your dick into an inch" She smiled sweetly. “Not that it would make a difference.” Klaus whistled.

"Wow, you are mean." Klaus high-fived Y/N, "And I am loving it."

"Thank you, Klaus." Y/N turned to Diego, "See, this is why he's one of my favorites, Diego. Take notes."

"God, you are such an asshole." Diego sighed, sitting down next to Y/N.

"Y'know what’s an asshole," Klaus and Y/N turned to each other and both said at the same time, "Depression."

#allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy x reader

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evilbonehag · 25 days ago

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Winter Snow, Daughter of the Snow Queen

Ever After High OC Blurb <3

Winter didn’t know there was anything different about her until she had ventured out into the edge of the Winter Forest for the last time. Juniper had come with her, running to keep up. Winter ran through the snow covered trees, aided by the wind, leaping over fallen branches and snowbanks. Her little sister’s footsteps thudded lightly against the ground behind her.

“You’ve got it!” Winter laughed, teasing her, “Jump!”

She heard Juniper grunt in a show of effort. The footsteps stopped, and the younger sister’s triumphant laugh rang through the icy air as she alighted on the wind.

Winter caught glimpses of her sister now and then through the trees and gentle snowfall. Juniper’s deep silver hair and icy skin flashed through the forest like a shooting star. The sun beamed through the branches- Winter caught a glimpse of something unfamiliar through the trees, only for a moment. A deep brown- a color she hadn’t seen here before. She turned to look again at the strange color moving beside her. Winter yelled, her foot caught unexpectedly between two rocks, sending her careening forward. She landed in the snow with an ungraceful thud.

Snow stuck to Winter’s face, and she heard Juniper’s laughter overhead. Her little sister returned to the ground at the edge of a clearing where the trees dwindled. Winter heaved a breath and rolled over in the fresh powder, grabbing a handful of snow and tossing it in her sister’s direction.

She groaned and sat up, covered in snow. Juniper had her back turned to her, wandering forward to look between the sparse tree line.

The sun set over the snowy hills and mountains of the edge of the Land of Winter, where little houses with lit windows marked the northernmost edge of the vast unknown expanse of the Everafter. They looked like golden stars in the distance.

The girls’ mother often warned them never to cross into these lands without her, but the two were no strangers to the border. The forest offered places close enough to look from a safe distance, but they had never been this close before. Winter got up to catch up with her sister, brushing snow off her pants. Juniper wasn’t the type to go running into danger, but Winter felt uneasy.

Winter stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest. In the dimming light, the colors around the sisters shifted. For but a moment, Juniper’s icy skin and silver tresses melted away. Her back was still turned to Winter, staring at the little town. Her hair transformed in color to a deep chestnut brown.

Winter’s jaw dropped. Her sister’s shoulders, once kissed with frost like flowers, was suddenly a delicate pink, freckled with tiny brown specks like a robin’s egg. As soon as Winter managed to open her mouth to speak, Juniper had already turned around. Her face was different. Human. Her eyes widened in shock, shining and green.

“Woah.” Juniper said after a moment of silence. “Winter, your hair!”

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Winter and Juniper would not be going to school together until two years had passed. The younger sister still had things left to learn at Saint Klaus’, where she and Winter had been studying with the best tutors in the Winter lands since they were small.

Juniper knew every kind of cloud and weather condition, studied for hours over the formations of snowflakes, and proven with no short amount of dedication that she was an exemplary princess of snow. Winter on the other hand, seemed to have trouble applying herself.

“I’m going to say it! I know you hate to hear it, but-“

“Mom-“

“Priorities, Winter!” The Snow Queen towered in the wreckage of her eldest daughter’s bedroom, wringing her thin white hands. Clothes and books and pencils were strewn about around her, an empty suitcase abandoned on the little twin bed.

The Queen was a tall, thin woman, enrobed in a powder blue dressing gown that glittered with beads of ice. Tiny ice spheres hung like pearls from her pale neck, her hair a white snow drift piled on her head. Her eyes were restless, cold, and blue, looking pleadingly at her daughter. Despite the faint worry lines on her face, she looked young.

Next to the suitcase, on the lace snowflake blanket and the down comforter, sat Princess Winter, chewing on her pale blonde hair and staring at the frozen tile floors. The pure white had faded out of her hair when she was twelve. At fourteen, she was suddenly a natural blonde. Ice frosted the tips of her hair, never too far from her mouth, where they were coated in spit from nervous chewing and then shortly froze, over and over.

A little pop of bright blue, violet, pink, and peach peeked out from the depths of her chin length bob, almost glowing with a faint light. The princess tried to hide it with her hands, anxiously tugging it this way and that. Her mother was still speaking to her, but the princess wasn’t quite listening.

“-and you’ll be back before you can blink, Winter! If you just stay focused at school, and get out of your head, you’ll be an excellent Snow Queen.” The Queen had now bent down to gather the various scarves and hats on the glittering floor, tossing them carelessly in the direction of the open suitcase. Winter flinched as an old black hat hit her knee.

Winter watched her, her heart heavy like a lump of ice in her chest. They had this conversation many times, and it repeated without change, like a play, over and over. Winter eventually stopped begging her mother to stay home, falling silent more and more as the days passed and the reality of high school in the Everafter grew closer. There was a silence between them for a moment.

“You promise?” Winter finally asked.

Her mother looked up at her, incredulous. Strands of her white hair loose around her face and her blue lips pressed into a line.

“I do not make promises, Winter.” Her mother said, very sternly, “This all depends on you.”

#bonehagscripture #prose #oc #ever after high #oc: winter snow

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auxiliarydetective · 4 months ago

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AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 03: I Think We're Alone Now

AP-01 Masterlist

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

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, death, murder, child abuse

It was almost comical. Six adult siblings sitting in the drawing room, keeping as much distance from each other as possible like petty kids. Only Klaus seemed to be having a good time, mixing himself a drink at the bar a little further off.

“I, uh, guess we should get this started,” Luther finally said.

Kassandra almost hadn’t recognized him when she had seen him. He had grown even taller, towering over all of his siblings, but that much wasn’t surprising. What had taken her out of it was just how muscular he had become. To Kassandra’s knowledge, being in low-gravity environments meant losing muscle mass, not gaining it, and she even doubted a normal human would be able to get beefy like that. But, then again, Luther was no normal human. None of the siblings were. It was probably his super strength that made him grow like that. Puberty must have given him a little boost to his powers – or at least that was how it had been for Kassandra.

“So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown,” Luther continued. “Say a few words, just at Dad’s favourite spot.”

“Dad had a favourite spot?” Allison mumbled.

“Yeah, you know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?”

“Will there be refreshments?” Klaus asked, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other. “Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

“What? No. And put that out, you know Dad didn’t allow smoking in here.”

“Is that my skirt?!” Allison cut in.

“What? Oh, yeah!” Klaus confirmed, gesturing at his new attire. A black sort of jacket-coat-blouse combo, silver skirt, funky necklaces. Classic Klaus. “I found this in your room. It’s a little dated, I know, but it’s very breathy on the… bits.”

“Listen up,” Luther said, pulling the attention back to him. “Still some important things we need to discuss, alright?”

“Like what?” Diego questioned.

“Like the way he died.”

“And here we go.”

Yeah, Diego… Here we go…

Kassandra locked eyes with her deal partner as Klaus plopped down on the couch between her and Vanya, throwing his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t understand,” Vanya muttered, “I thought they said it was a heart attack.”

“Yeah, according to the coroner?”

“Well, wouldn’t they know?”

“Theoretically.”

“Theoretically?” Allison echoed.

“Look, I’m just saying,” Luther defended himself, “at the very least something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange.”

“Oh! Quelle surprise!” Klaus called, gurgling his liquor.

“Strange how?” Allison asked sharply.

“He sounded on edge,” Luther explained. “Told me I should be careful who to trust.”

“Luther,” Kassandra finally said, keeping her voice firm yet soft. “Dad was always on edge. He had a habit of getting suspicious at the tiniest notion and he was a perfectionist. To top it all off, aging usually makes those things worse. Don’t read too much into it. It was probably just another of his valuable life lessons.”

“You haven’t seen him in fourteen years and you couldn’t ever read him in the first place. – You don’t know anything about him.”

“Woah, woah, hang on—”

“Klaus, I know you don’t like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad.”

That sentence caused Allison to scoff. Kassandra was about to raise her voice again, but Klaus was faster:

“I can’t just… call Dad in the afterlife,” he complained, “and be like, ‘Hey, Dad, could you just… stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?’”

“Since when?” Luther threw back. “That’s your thing.”

“I’m not in the right… frame of mind.”

“You’re high?!” Allison almost shouted, her voice rising a fifth.

“Yeah, yeah!” Klaus giggled. “I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?”

“Well, sober up,” Luther barked. “This is important.”

Kassandra huffed. “Okay—”

“Then there’s the issue of the missing monocle,” Luther continued without paying attention to her.

At this point, Kassandra was fully pissed, but trying her very hardest to hide it. Her joints were growing stiff, her muscles tensed up, and she wasn’t sure if the wave of intoxication swimming over from Klaus’s mind to hers was helping or making it worse.

“Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle,” Diego grumbled.

“Exactly,” Luther agreed. “It’s worthless. So whoever took it, it was personal.”

Kassandra tried again. “Luther—”

“Someone close to him, someone with a grudge.”

“Wait, Luther—”

“Where are you going with this?” Klaus chirped.

“Oh, isn’t it obvious, Klaus?” Diego huffed. “He thinks one of us killed Dad.”

Silence. Deafening silence.

“Kass, is that true?!” Allison hissed.

“Yeah, it’s true,” Kassandra stated. “Open secret, clearly. And now that I’ve finally got your attention: How dare you, Luther? You’re accusing all of us of patricide over a freaking monocle? Do you know how tiny that thing is? It could’ve fallen off and slipped through the cracks. Maybe it’s in the bedsheets, between the mattress and the bedframe, under a cabinet… And even if it’s not – who cares?! It’s the day of Dad’s funeral, we’re all together in one place again, and the only thing you can think of is that someone of us must’ve murdered Dad? You’re a great brother, Luther. Really. Great work, Number One.”

“Yeah, Luther, way to lead,” Diego mumbled, then walked out of the room.

Luther muttered something, but it was too late.

“You’re crazy, man,” Klaus called, untangling his limbs and slipping off the couch, gesturing with his cigarette. “You’re crazy. Crazy.”

“I’m not finished,” Luther declared, trying to take back control.

But, by now, everyone was getting up and walking out, Klaus loudly proclaiming that he’d murder Mom next… Well… Almost everyone. After even Allison had left despite Luther’s attempt at pleading, Kassandra was still sitting there, looking up at him with large, angry eyes.

“Thanks, Kassandra,” Luther sighed.

“You know that if you had decided to keep this a secret, I wouldn’t have been able to say anything, right?” Kassandra replied. “You can’t have forgotten that.” She sighed, stretching her fingers. “Really, Luther, what happened to you while I was gone?”

“Can’t you see things from my perspective for once?”

“No. But I’ll try. Why do you think one of us killed Dad? – Besides the thing with the monocle.”

“You know just as well as I do that none of you had a good relationship with Dad.”

“That’s true. I know that even better than you because god knows I couldn’t block it out. But that’s not enough for us to kill him. Read the room, Luther. Did that just now really sound like any one of us could’ve murdered him?”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Luther scoffed. “You always know what everyone thinks.”

“It doesn’t take my telepathy to figure that out or to know that what you’ve been implying wasn't acceptable in the slightest.”

“Oh, so now you’re the saint here, huh? After what you did?”

“Not this again,” Kassandra sighed, closer to a hiss than anything. She finally picked herself up from the couch and fixed the folds in her skirt. “Listening to you now, I think you should’ve run away too. It would’ve been better for you than being stuck here for years, with no idea of how the world works.” She paused, looking up into his eyes, trying not to feel like an infant. “And for the record: I miss when we were a team. When you listened to me. When our worst problem was Dad locking Klaus in the mausoleum again and not letting him back out, so we had to sneak out in the middle of the night to get him, hoping we wouldn’t get caught. I miss being siblings.”

With those words, she walked back to her room, the clacking of her heels on the stairs nearly driving her insane. She closed the door behind her and plopped down onto her bed, letting her thoughts wander. That was one thing about her, brought on by her powers: A vivid imagination and memory. It was one of the few blessings she’d been given, allowing her to escape into the past – to the Umbrella Academy’s first mission, when everything had still been child’s play.

“Do you have the plans memorized, Number Eight?” Sir Reginald asked, eyeing Kassandra through the rearview mirror of the family limousine.

“Yes, Dad,” Kassandra replied. “Blueprints, electrical, piping, fire exits…”

“Sketchpad ready?

“Ready.”

“Start as soon as you’re in reach. – Number Six, stop hanging on to her arm and give her space to draw.”

“Yes, Dad,” Ben muttered.

Kassandra and Ben were bunched in the back with the rest of their siblings, wearing their newly finished domino masks. Well, except for Vanya, who was maskless and had been relegated to the passenger’s seat. They were all in numbered order with Luther closest to the door and opposite Kassandra. That way he could get out first to keep order and still look at Kassandra’s drawings to take the reins. To Kassandra’s left, Ben was fidgeting with the hem of his jacket sleeve, and Five was grinning widely, looking out of the window. Klaus, meanwhile, was sprawled out across where the car bent, his legs tangled with Allison’s as he looked out of the window alongside Five. Allison herself was busy fixing her hair, Diego was polishing his knives, and Luther was cracking his knuckles, watching Kassandra’s hand and pen slide over the paper to draw a perfect replica of their target building’s floor plan.

As soon as she could get a glimpse into anyone near the Capital West Bank, Kassandra started scribbling, noting down symbols and icons that looked cryptic at best, but Luther followed her sketch with interest. It was a mess of arrows and stars and squares and whatnot, the steady clicking of Kassandra changing her pen’s color like a metronome. Despite the chaos of colored lines on her sketchpad, her expression was calm and steady, her eyes fleeting across the page and covered in a slight milky haze. Finally, her pen clicked shut and she put it in its receptacle to her right.

“Alright, done,” she announced, angling herself towards her siblings and laying the sketchpad flat on her knees. She held her hands out for them. “Here we go. Your turn.”

A little awkwardly and with plenty of bickering, the siblings all moved closer together, sliding their hands under her sleeves, taking hold of her fingers, Ben being close enough to put his hand over her carotid artery, all of them just looking for enough space that all of them could get skin contact. Finally, everyone was settled, and phantom images of the bank’s insides travelled from Kassandra’s mind to theirs, helping the sketches make sense.

“Awesome, good plan,” Luther smirked. “Four outside, six in the vault, about twenty hostages. We stagger our entrance points, take the robbers by surprise.”

Kassandra nodded.

“Allison, you go first, through this ventilation shaft here. Rumor one of the thugs to shoot another, that’s our sign. I’ll go in through the glass roof above the counter. Diego, you, Klaus, Ben and Kass crack open the fire exit towards Main Street, enter through there. Diego is on attack, Klaus and Kassandra free the hostages. Ben, go into the vault.”

“Can you handle it?” Kassandra asked.

A little shakily, Ben nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good,” Luther continued. “Five, blink in a bit after the shots, we want that shock value.”

“We’ve arrived,” Sir Reginald announced from the driver’s seat.

“Alright, let’s roll. Kass, signal if anything changes.”

Easily said, easier done. Not even fifteen minutes later, the bank was robber-free (well, free of live ones anyway) and the hostages were running out screaming because of Ben’s powers. Oh well, that meant they were safe now, right? With glee in their masked eyes and proud smiles, the siblings emerged from the bank, lining up in order, looking over the crowd and basking in camera lights.

A little later, Vanya and Sir Reginald came to the scene, carrying coats, gloves and scarves to protect the victorious siblings from the cold air. Keeping back their urge to chatter, Kassandra and the others put on their winter gear, Vanya taking the time to clean the worst of the blood off Ben's face. Then, she was shooed away and Sir Reginald arranged the remaining children in two rows for official pictures, like they had practiced before.

“Our world is changing,” he announced to the waiting crowd. “Has changed. There are some among us, gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children.”

Kassandra gulped.“I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

Kassandra was pulled out of her thoughts by loud music blaring through the walls of her room. Of course. Of course. The walls had always been paper-thin. Judging by the waves of thoughts she was getting, Kassandra deduced that the music was coming from Luther’s room. At least the song was good.

She just sat there for a bit, quietly singing along to the tune, until she decided she might as well practice her cha cha cha steps. It wasn’t the perfect song for that kind of dance, but she’d manage, right? Her dancing was careful at first, only lightly tapping her feet on the floor, trying not to make a sound… But then she remembered how much she loved dancing, how fun it was – and if the music was this loud, she didn’t have to worry about her heels clacking on the ground, right? Absolutely. She could at least have this.

Bit by bit, she forgot about her routines, just inventing whatever steps she thought would fit, letting her body take control, the music flowing through her veins.

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#the umbrella academy #tua #tua oc #oc: kassandra hargreeves #fanfiction #fic: project apocalypse #fic: the academy projects

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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67 - A Caring Vamp Sire

Part 68

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

“Thank you…” He whispered, pressing his face into my chest breathing in and out slowly.

Resting my chin on top of his head I wrapped my arms around his weak form. His fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt for some comfort. “Sssh, Nik. I’ve got you.”

Moving my fingers through Nik's curly mess of hair I felt him steer slightly. He blinked his eyes opened turning his head to meet my gaze. "Morning babe, who knew it would be four years before I would be the one taking care of you after a fight." I chuckled, giving him a bright smile of relief washing over me.

"Rae….wait Aurora?" He began to sit up until I pushed him down.

"Freya has her dosed with a spell. So she'll be down for a while. Lay back down."

He sighed reaching out for my hand. "You gave me your blood. You didn't have to do that.."

"Yes I did. You were barely hanging on, Nik. You needed blood before you desiccated." Intertwining my hand with his I turned my head hearing someone coming inside from downstairs. "Someone's here."

He again tried to sit up but I held his arm down. "I'm coming…uh!"

"Just stay here and rest. I'll be back in a second." I told him vamping out of the room before he fought me. Walking towards the door I recognized the voice that hollers.

"Klaus? Klaus?"

I rushed forward seeing Cami stumbling into the doorway. "Cami, What is it?"

"Something happened and you're gonna be angry, but Lucien wants you to be angry. He's trying to lure you into a trap." She babbled gripping my shoulders when I stepped towards her.

Suddenly Klaus vamped beside me asking the newbie vampire. "What did he do?"

"I told you to stay in bed!" I snapped at him.

He shook his head, taking Cami's hand in his. On her arm we could see a bite mark forming. "Promise me you won't fly off the handle and do something crazy. Promise me. Before you lose it...Klaus... look at me. I won't let you get yourself killed."

Klaus and I shared a worried glance when he asked. "Camille…"

"I just needed you to know." She breaks out weakly.

Holding her shoulder in my grasp before she collapsed towards me. "Thank you for the warning but…woah."

"You're not dying today." Klaus caught her limp body bridal style carrying her into the bedroom and laying her down.

A Few minutes later Freya and Elijah joined us in the room seeing the state she was in. Her head was laying against a pillow. Leaning back against the bedroom. "Are you all right?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Considering."

Freya came over dabbing her wound with something. "Hold still.This is going to burn."

Cami winced. "Ow. Ow, what is that?"

She told her. "It's a healing salve. Motherwort. White willow bark. The recipe's over 1,000 years old."

Cami grumbled. "So, the good stuff, huh?"

The Mikealson witch explained looking at me. "Well, it will ease the pain, dull the symptoms, but... it won't stop the infection."

"So I'm screwed." She spat.

Klaus told her reaching for my hand to take. "We're gonna do everything that we can, Cami."

Elijah entered the conversation. "To that end, a little assistance."

"I can't believe you let this happen. Now there's someone bigger than an Original vampire!" I snapped at my brother in law.

He slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Raelyn, I'm sorry. We tried yo stop him-"

"Shut it, Elijah" Holding my hand up I cut him off heading towards the door leaving the room.

Yet Klaus came after.me spinning me back around into his chest. "Rae, where are you going?"

"To kick Lucien’s ass!" I barked showing him my fangs for s brief moment.

His blue eyes met my gaze. "Love, its too dangerous. He could kill you."

"But now he is the reason she's dying. I refuse to let my friend die because of a beast like him!" I growled, yanking my arm from his grasp.

Klaus rolls his eyes as I went to wall away. "Raelyn, just stay here. We will stop him together."

"I can't sit and watch her die!" Spinning around on my feet throwing my hair in my face. "You said Lucien has curse for almost everything. So my guess is that he has one for his own bite."

He asked me softly. "And what exactly do you think the cure would be?"

"Since your blood is the cure for a werewolf bite. Then my theory is his blood is the cure go his own bite yoo." I put the pieces together turning and finally leaving.

"Be careful, Rae¡" He called out.

I responded to him vamping off to find Lucien. "I will be."

Entering his big apartment I searched around in his drawers. Opening cabinets and boxes but not finding any vials of blood. "I wouldn't have taken you to be a theft, siphon heretic."

"Lucien! Motus!" Spinning I'm my boots I launched him across the room where he fell into the coffee table.

He sat up a little wickedly smiling. "Not as impressive as me. So what makes you think that you can best me?:

Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I focused on him. "I'm here to find a cure for Cami. And I will do whatever I have to so she can live."

"You can try your best. But I doubt-" He got cutting off by me.

"Invidia!" I made him grab his head in agony. "Where is the cure!"

He started laughing vamping away from me coming back into the room with my brother. "I was hoping you showed up. I'm glad I snagged him on the chance of seeing you."

"Jacob! You let him go this minute!" I grunted revealing my fangs.

Lucien smirked. "Not until I do this." He sunk his fangs into his neck.

"Ahh!" Jacob screamed where I vamped over to Lucien holding him against the wall.

Jacob's body collapsed where I head his neck break behind me. "You bastard, nobody hurts my brother - Jacob!"

"Ha ha ha you should known I'd grabbed him. I don't care who dies. Our sire needs to realize he's not all powerful anymore." Lucien chuckled dryly sliding down the wall.

Vamping over to my brothers body. He gripped my shirt in his hands. "Rae.."

"I'm sorry this happened." I croaked grasping his hand in mine.

Lucien just kept laughing at us. "I am in charge now!"

"Ad somnum, beast!" Throwing my habd in his direction I snapped his neck putting a sleep spell on him. "J, look at me. You can't die. Take my blood." Biting into my wrist I held it out to him.

He pushed my hand away. "Don't worry about me, sis."

"You're my brother. I'm always going to worry. Now please drink!"

He snagged my wrist before I could give him my blood. "Stop Raelyn. I already have vamp blood in my system."

"What who's?" I blurted out a question.

He lifted his gaze to mine. "Kol's. He gave it to me when I nearly died. He was trying to kill Davina until I stopped him."

"So you're saying I just have to watch you die. Then you'll become a heretic like me?" I asked, sniffing through tears.

My twin nodded yes. "Just snap my neck and then we can get out of here before he bites somebody else."

"J, I…fine. I'll try to make it easy." Moving my hands to his neck, snapping it quickly where he fell into my lap. In a few short seconds he shot awake.

"Ugh everything hurts!" He winced closing his eyes tightly.

Raising myself to my feet I offered my hands to him. "You'll adjust once you feed. Let's get out of here." He held my habd when we vamped back to the compound.

"Is she olay?" I asked dragging him into the bedroom with the others.

Freya noticed us. "She's getting weaker. Did you find a cure?"

"Unfortunately no." I slumped my shoulders in defeat looking at my brother. "Elijah, can you get my brother a blood bag?"

"Of course." He vamped away and back handed it to him. "Who turned him exactly, you?"

Jacob tears his bag slowly while drinking it. "Nope. Kol did…oh wow. Awesome." He opened his mouth and he gasped seeing his fangs come out.

"Well worry about teaching you later, mate. Right now we have to save Camille." My husband squeezed my brother's shoulder.

Cami attempts to sit up croaking out. "I want my wake to be at Rousseau's. I want it to be epic...An open bar and dancing, and no one cries, or I come back, and I poltergeist the hell out of…"

Klaus raised his voice towards her. "Stop it! I will not entertain this kind of talk any longer."

"Lucien’s bite killed Finn. I am in the same position as he was." She explains back.

Shaking my head I vamped over to her bedside grasping her hand in mine. "No way in hell will you end up like him. I swear to you as your sire."

Freya stood by her suit wearing brother frustrated that she couldn't find a way. "She only has a few hours left to live. Maybe we should just send her off the way she wants."

"So you're giving up?" I began crying up at her.

Elijah slumped his shoulders. "Raelyn, if there's no cure there's nothing we can do."

"Bullshit Elijah!" Jumping up to my feet I vamped in front of his face. Tears were falling down my face and I had my fangs out. "I have consumed dark magic and lived. I have dropped you and your siblings on the floor with just one spell. I escaped me dying without killing my cousins I care for. So I refuse to think that there isn't another option we thought of!"

"Raelyn…" Cami whispered with her breathing laboring out.

Whipping my head around to her I was sobbing down at my friend and godmother. "Cami, you qsrw forced to turn with my blood. So I will save you from this."

"Hold up. My sister's right. We haven't tried everything yet." Jacob entered the conversation.

Klaus and everyone shifted their gaze over to him. "And what exactly would that be, Jacob Lane?"

"We're siphons, remember. We can take magic from almost everything." He walked forward holding Cami's hand.

Dropping my mouth open I covered it with my hands jumping around like a child. "Oh my God. Why didn't I see that earlier."

"Can you help me, Rae?" He offered me his hand.

Walking over to her bedside I removed his hand sending him a serious look. "No, J. I have to do this."

"But I'm a heretic now-"

I cut him short squeezing his shoulder with my other hand. "Yes but you're a newbie one. I can handle more than you right now. You can help us once we have taught you."

"Camille, hang on just a little longer." Klaus came to my side.

Placing one hand over the bite of her arm. I placed my other hand in mine with everyone watching us closely. "Magia tollux de terras. Magia tollux de terras…"

"Ah Raelyn!" The bartender winced feeling my magic fighting her body.

Clutching my eyes closed for a moment I peaked one open seeing the red mark begging to disappear. "Magia tollux de terras. Magia tollux de terras…" Finally it disappeared before I collapsed into Nik's waiting arms.

"Woah, Rae." He lifted me up into his arms.

Gripping his shirt he sat me down on the bed with Cami slowly sitting upright. "I'm fine, Nik…it worked then."

"Thank you, Raelyn." She hugged me.

Wrapping my arms around her I smiled into her shoulder. "I told you. I am a sire who will look out for her vampires."

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shummashum · 10 months ago

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Klaus Goldstein Ch8 [11~15]

why so hurry though

ehe are you still upset? well it's not that I have no complaints, but let's just move on since he said it was okay you have that level of flexibility right?

Liz asked him if he really thought she should've been punished.

uh… is there anything that can be called complicated it was just a disgusting stan behavior, nothing more or less I really wish this wasn't glorified as love blabla

usually I would've questioned whether there was any need to apologize but well alas please stop glamorizing

well then it's settled let's go to the labyrinth

So they also headed to the labyrinth.

what zz is this a sitcom or what

woah we weren't? it makes me sad to hear that, didn't we have a close friendship of our own

Anyway, Zeus yelled out to get Luci's attention, by calling him a little guy.

what the is he a cat or what why did he leap out of the bush,,,

huh he's a bit uncooperative okay, there is a very useful strategy here we have no choice but to call Minotaur

So they followed Luci to the painting studio, where a portrait of Claudia decorated the wall.

oh… so he had that feeling it's kinda unexpected, I thought he wouldn't be interested in this at all buuttt… I smell romance does he have a crush on someone why don't you just tell me a little bit?

A moment later, Luci returned with a teacup.

I know this it's yippee bug

hoarding bug,,,

Anyway, the case was closed and other people left the room one by one, leaving only Liz and Luci remaining in the room.

hmm,,, is he a pure lover who is willing to cherish his love forever, or a wraith who cannot escape memories of the past well it depends on what you think~

Then, Luci called her.

how did he know but then again, it's very obvious

is this a hint about how the story will progress? or is it just a vague worry well I don't think anything goes wrong that badly! or not perhaps there'll be something that goes wrong that badly

uh… among the things I've seen so far, the cases where a serious threat was posed to the LI's life during the route were… Az: unicorn horn ―penetrating→ chest Vin: some kind of dark magic ―penetrating→ abdomen Glenn: be choked by tentacles Sig: being a cocoon 4/15… roughly 1/3 it's a level that can't be ignored though but well I don't think anything goes wrong that badly!! or not

Anyway, she told him she wanted to say it, but couldn't say it yet.

-Ch8 End-

okay,,,,,, you're bound to be disappointed if you have expectations

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krazykiki05 · 1 year ago

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One Lupine Night

"Klaus?" Regina called. She didn't say it very loud. The woods was silent and she didn't want to disturb it. She held the clothes closed to her cheesy to preserve her warmth. It was the middle of January in New Orleans. The coldest it'll ever be. "Please, Klaus. It's cold." Regina pleads to herself. "Klaus!" She called a little louder. Whje she sighed, she was her breath. She had been waking for hours in search of her boyfriend, maybe sitting for a moment won't hurt.

Regina found a thick tree to lean against. Her eye lids started to feel heavy. Maybe resting them for a moment will help regain her energy. A second after her eyes closed, she felt a wet tongue on her face. She opened her eyes to stare right into amber orbs. "Klaus?" She called, expecting a response from the canine. But all she had to do was see the red fur. It was her boyfriend. "I um... Brought you some clothes. If you wanted to return home. They were warm when I left but now... Not so much." Regina shuffled talking due to most of her energy being used up to stay warm by shivering.

Klaus nuzzled her face, causing Regina to chuckle. "I kissed you too, Love." She says. Regina could could feel Herself growing more tired by the minute. Before she know it, her body was folding over on its self. Klaus was quick to lay down and catch Regina with his bodyRegina snuggled into the soft fur. "Maybe just a nap... Then... Go... Home..." Regina fell asleep mid sentence.

Klaus whimpered at the sight of Regina. But all he could do right I'd keep her warm. He curled up around her and payed attention to her body heat all night.

The next morning Klaus awoke, still a wolf. The sun was beating down on them so it was much warmer than it was last night. Klaus figure he couldn't carry her as a wolf unless she was awake. He turns his head and licks her cheek. Regina moans in annoyance. Klaus licks her face again. Regina opens her eyes. Klaus whimpers. "Klaus." Regina mutters. Klaus gently stands up, effectively pushing his girlfriend off of him. Regina falls to the ground with an 'oof'. She looks up at Klaus who is wagging his tail and waiting for her to get up.

The girl reluctantly did so, keeping her arms across her torso to keep warm. Once she was fully standing, Klaus swiftly get in between her legs. "Woah!" Regina exclaimed. She was now sitting on Klaus' back. She leans her weight forward and braces her hands on his shoulders. Her feet didn't touch the ground. "Is this what you wanted?" She asks rhetorically. Klaus gives a slight nod anyway. Then, they were off.

Klaus held a decent trot on the way back home, knowing if he went any faster Regina would surely fly off. But once they arrived back at the compound, Regina got off to open all the doors for the wolf. "Back from your tantrum, Niklaus?" Rebekah teased. Klaus growled at her.

"Hey, come on." Regina softly encouraged her canine boyfriend to go up the stairs to their room. Which turned out to be a harder task than the hybrid expected. As he stumbled, Regina followed closely behind.

Once he finally got to his own room Regina heard the noise of something breaking. The wolf whimpered in pain. Regina was quick to shut the door for privacy. She watches in silent horror as her wolf boyfriend slowly started to turn back into his human form. The sight of the fur disappearing, his paws elongating to create fingers, his snout shortening to created a nose and mouth.

Once he was finally done, Klaus was naked and panting. Regina grabbed the throw blanket from their bed and gently placed it over him for modesty for the time being. The hybrid looked up to meet his girlfriends eyes. "Thank you." He whispered. Regina leans down and places and gentle and lingering kiss on his lips. Klaus pulled her down by her neck enough to collapse on the ground... Or more like into his lap. Regina giggles. "How about you join me in the shower, hm?" Klaus playfully suggests. Regina smirks.

"I like the sound of that.

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multipleoccupancy · 4 months ago

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Woah now, she fired off at him and revealed more than he ever really wanted to know about Olaf. His face did lose colour as she explained what happened to the other Violets, he assumed from her father's scrying efforts from Violet's last visit. The more she said of Olaf the more he was reminded of The Horned One, while the pair didn't quite compare on the level of threat, He too had threatened an infant, blackmailed him into servitude, casually threatened his family, broke his leg, kissed Mina and harassed her since.

He couldn't tell her that though, she was already upset with him and Theo was admittedly losing confidence as he felt he was constantly toeing some unseen line between upset and tolerant. But he could understand that Olaf was naturally a very sore topic for her and he tried not to interrupt her upset snap and he was glad he waited as her plan was revealed. He watched her quietly for a moment, taking in that information and wondering just how accidental her arrival had been since she had intention.

"My Violet doesn't want him dead." He said plainly, "he's her Olaf to deal with, the physical version who caused her, my Klaus and Sunny such pain already. It is up to them and them alone what happens to Olaf." He made sure to state, "if she asked me to kill him, perhaps I would but she has specifically said she wants him alive. So alive he shall stay. This one has not done what you say the others have. He hasn't had the chance."

He was battling hard to stay in the moment with her while his thoughts jumped between what Violet had revealed Olaf had done in other timelines, unwelcome images rushing through his mind's eye of all sorts now she had provided the inspiration. He felt a terrible headache coming on and had been totally put off his ice cream. Still, he sat with her calmly, not raising his voice and hoping that he might be able to calm her back down again.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

Cultists, more dangerous than Olaf? Violet frowned. She was upset, now. And she was not particularly hiding it, either. In fact, she seemed to have forgotten all about her ice cream. "Are they really? Olaf wanted to marry me, he wanted to marry your daughter. And not just that, he was going to keep us as his brides. I'm only 14, but even I know what that would have entailed."

"Do you know what he does, in the timelines where my counterparts are not adopted by yours? Do you know the horrible, wicked things he does? He tries to cut off my counterpart's head with a saw. He tries to throw her to hungry lions. He tries to throw Sunny from a mountain. Sunny! He torments them to the end of the earth, with no respite. He might only be human, but he is more of a monster than all of the monsters you've fought. He does not deserve not live."

It was a sore subject, and Violet's eyes were shiny with tears of rage. She looked away. Yes, Olaf didn't have rituals and amulets. He was easy prey. For her, anyway. Theo sure seemed to struggle to catch such a harmless man.

"Olaf didn't just break one law. He broke countless. He murdered and maimed, he started fires, he murdered my parents! I killed him once, and if you don't have the guts to do it, fine! I'll happily do it again." She had revealed her plan to Theo with her little outburst, but she didn't even care anymore.

#hvbris #Violet #Killian #ASoUE AU

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4rrenstep · 5 days ago

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STOP LAST CHRISTMASING

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Klaus mikaelison smut where the readers being bratty and he puts her in her place??

Um yes. Please send in more Klaus and Elijah stuff cuz FUCK.

This is a bit less smutty than I would've intended buuuuut slowburn and sexy shit and heated flirting is like woah. Also it's midnight here so this was a last thought of the day lmao.

What is it that Jules said in Euphoria? That it's not the sex that's good but the leading up to it?😏

My gaze flutters over to Damon as he flashes his wide pretty eyes at me, warning me silently, knowing that I stepped over a line but I wanted to. I wanted to push Klaus' buttons and I knew damn well that he loved when I did.

"You wanna say that again, love?" Klaus asks slowly, stepping up to me as he tilts his head tauntingly, his gaze resembling a predator stalking its prey, his tongue swiping out over his lips. I just shrug nonchalantly, Elijah chuckling in the corner of the room as he raises his gaze to the ceiling tiredly.

"I think she just-"

"A word from you and I'll set you on fire." Klaus interrupts Elena, not shedding one ounce of care for her doppelgänger persona, snapping at her without hesitation. His eyes don't leave mine as he smiles, nodding me on.

"I said, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?" I ask, referring back to the other night, the Original brothers and the Salvatore brothers having it out over dinner, with me standing in the corner observing. Klaus knew that I would've been the best leverage in the world when it came to the brothers, maybe even a better source of blackmail that Elena was. So why he didn't kill me is still beyond me.

"You know full well why." He whispers, as if whispering would do anything in a room full of supernatural creatures and enhanced hearing. His blue eyes flicker back and forth between mine, a sly, smug smile spreading across my lips. "Elijah, show our guests out will you?" Klaus turns to his brother, my eyes still flickering over his handsome face as Elijah sends him a stern nod, Damon and Stefan immediately protesting as Elijah leads them down the hall. Stepping away from Klaus to follow Stefan and Damon, the feeling of cold fingers slipping around my wrist, pulling me back startles me.

Craning my neck to look up at Klaus, he lets out a sigh as his eyes flicker between my eyes and my lips, his intentions for keeping me behind shining through.

"Such a little troublemaker, aren't you?" He asks, his fingers leaving my wrists, finding a home on my waist as he pulls me flush against him. I ignore the blood rushing south as I relax into his touch, forgetting for only a moment of who he is and what he legacy was.

"I prefer the term brat." I whisper breathlessly, his nose brushing quietly against mine as I take a sharp breath in. I didn't realize that he had walked me slowly backwards until my back hits the wall, a gasp leaving me as he smirks. I glance up at him through my lashes, still holding onto the question that I asked not even moments ago, my mind demanding an answer before I let him go any further with his touches. "Why didn't you kill me, Klaus?" I ask softly, his eyes dipping down, avoiding mine bashfully and for a second I think I see through the evil sociopath that he normally is.

“Whether I should have killed you or not is of no relevance to our current situation.” His voice is gruff yet smooth as his eyes find mine once more, his normal blue eyes taken over by something more dark, more hungry, as my brows pull together, my hands soothing up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

"You said I know why." I add, his eyes rolling softly but with a gentle squeeze of his shoulders, his annoyance brushes off, his eyes soft once more.

"Admitting it takes strength that I do not possess." He grumbles, a grin spreading across my lips at his confession, knowing the weight behind his words and what he truly meant by them. They were words that I had been waiting to hear him say, even indirectly. "You are a brat." He laughs, his lips dipping down to capture mine in his, my thighs clenching as he pulls me tightly flush against him. I whimper quietly at the feeling of his lips on mine, the taste of him, the way his hands travel my body; it all being something of my wildest dreams.

He picks me up in his arms without a second thought, my hair spinning around me as he moves quickly, lowering me down onto the nearest surface as quick as he possibly can. His lips don't leave mine as his nimble fingers slip under my shirt, my back arching into him as he dips away from me, his lips finding a home on my throat as he presses heated, open mouth kisses against my skin.

Pulling away abruptly from me, I whine as he puts distance between us, his whole body turning away from me but I already saw the dark veins under his eyes, his breathing heavy and ragged as I place a hand on his shoulder. He turns to me with a bashful look, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to relax. When his eyes open once more, his beautiful blues are back, a shy smile on his lips as he presses a quick kiss to my lips.

“Look at us, getting along. Who would’ve thought?”

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fragmcntedsouls · 8 months ago

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There had been too many moments where Abel had found himself alone and his hands would tremble and his heart would race and he felt as if the air had been beaten from his lungs. He’d gasp for breath and plead for it to stop and panic would surge through his frame. The walls would gradually close in on him, his chest would ache and his limbs would feel like led weights and just when he could feel himself slipping away, the sensation would disappear and he'd gasp a lifesaving breath. That had been part of the reason for having left New Orleans alone. He didn’t want to be seen as some fragile, traumatised complication. Regardless as to whether or not he was – he had to remind himself that he had chosen this and these consequences, they were on him.

Ever since having returned to New Orleans, it was becoming harder to differentiate between memories of the prison world and reality of life now. Almost as though – he’d never quite managed to leave it behind. Whilst he was no longer enslaved to the moon, he could still feel the torment of it running through his veins -- even in the middle of the day.

“Can’t you already tell by the aura of stuck up intelligence that follows me everywhere?” Abel grinned, before shrugging his bag from his shoulder and digging through the contents, “i’m sure i’ve got a Harvard sweater in here somewhere – makes me a big hit with the chicks, bro. Turns out they love a dork.” A full bellied laughter escaped his throat "woah, c'mon -- that's a mental image that I do not need, bro. Have I not suffered enough?” he quipped, but amidst their typical banter, there was a genuine smile that tugged at his lips and he stepped forwards a couple paces, reaching for Briggs’ shoulder “best news i’ve heard in a while." Before things got too gushy, Abel balled his fingers into a fist before knocking it against the others arm, ��it’s all good my guy, just slip that stripper my number and i’ll take real good care of her” holding up his hands, he hummed “consider that my wedding gift to you. Keeping the other woman happy.” His amusement remained, although his expression had shifted to one of complete sincerity, understanding that sentimentality entirely “you got your girl.“

Abel’s brow lifted, becoming a little too cocky within his amusement as he taunted “oh no, I left with a ring just – not on my finger.” Nodding his head, he muttered a soft “right – right” beneath his breath given Briggs’ explanation, before his chin lifted and he appeared completely serious, “so you get one of those Mikaelson credit cards if you marry into the family, right? Because – listen” he gestured back and forth with his hand, “I’ve always gotten some serious vibes between me and Gem.” His head tilted back with laughter although he was anticipating being thumped for the sister thing “that’s easy, it’s gonna be Klaus – terrifying as he fuckin is, the dude’s got an insatiable need to be better than everyone.” His laughter increased, his shoulders shrugging as he quipped, “I ain’t got nothin’ to hide. You just want an excuse to cop a feel, buddy. It’s alright, all you gotta do is ask, married man or not.”

The momentary shift in their atmosphere coaxed a softer expression from Abel as he mused, “well seeing as i’m planning on crashing in whatever castle your relatives gift you, I guess snacks are the least I could offer." Digging around his backpack again, he pulled out a half eaten granola bar with a grimace, “any dislikes or allergies I should know about?”

They dealt with things in very similar ways, always desperate to focus on anything but what happened to them. He wanted to say he didn't know how he did it, but in too many ways, he did know. Sometimes all you could do was make the next step or else you'd drown. They were men who believed they deserved, on some level, their fates, though he'd never believe Abel deserved his. Abel would probably say the same of him. He hadn't volunteered for what he got, Briggs never believed for a second he knew that was going to happen. Yet, Briggs had found himself making a deal with Everleigh regardless. The OEA may be the devil he knew, but he had to take a chance on the one he didn't. For his girls.

The prison world memories came in little bursts, having buried as many as he could, but what he did remember clearly was an eternal feeling of helplessness, emptiness, madness. That feeling, the moon under his skin, beams trapped just beneath as though infused into his veins. It was something he'd carried out with him. Now wasn't the moment for re-visiting those days. They could be happy for as long as their world would allow for it.

"Is that where you've been?" He asked, the banter as alive as ever, despite. "Harvard? I hope you brought your diploma because I'm gonna need to check that if you're suddenly an English professor." The laughter that threatened every word was finally set free, shaking his head. The moment softened slightly as all the pieces came together. "Yeah, we did it," he admitted, adding cheekily after half a beat, "got married too. Had to let the stripper down easy, unfortunately." He could hardly joke about that, offering a shrug before softly admitting, "it was always going to be Billie."

You never did know with Abel sometimes what was fact and fiction with his stories, but there was certainly never a dull moment. "Didn't have the right company," he quipped. "The real winners leave Vegas with rings." Scrunching his nose, he shook his head, "nah, Bill and I are just gonna stay kids. You don't have to do taxes if you don't have a job. She's a Mikaelson now, so we just enrolled her at the Bank of Mikaelson. Wanna take a bet on which relative gets us a house?" Was he bragging? Nah...okay, maybe a little. Though, he was always willing to share in his wealth. "Then we're gonna need to pat you down before you leave," he feigned a serious tone before smirking. It was his next comment that brought a full smile. He wouldn't get tired of hearing her referred to as his wife, not ever. "You're right, not sure how she feels about you," he teased, "she might send you back to the camper. Snacks win her love every time, though, so whatcha got?"

#did i pick this gif that makes no sense just bc arms? why yes; yes i did #something about you is soft like an angel; something inside you is violence and danger | | abel campbell #abel: threads ft. briggs

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armandyke · 2 years ago

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whose arc did you like best this season? and who do you think was done dirty?

honestly, as unlikeable as she was this season I really liked the direction they went with Allison. I get her anger and grief at losing those she loves most only for her siblings to be 🤷. speaking of, five’s plots kind of pissed me off this season. you mean to tell me the man who spent basically his entire life trying to get his siblings reunited with him and living is suddenly just okay with them all dying? I get burnout but I would’ve liked to at least see a breakdown prior to his 0 fucks mentality we saw this season.

I really liked Allison's arc honestly, my only real problem with it was how little her siblings really reacted to it? Like they all kinda acknowledged that something was up but didn't seem particularly concerned about her whereas Viktor comes downstairs with a singular cut on his cheek and they're all like WOAH BACK THE FUCK UP WHO HURT YOU WHO DO I GOTTA KILL. Idk if it was intentional and intended to show that they still haven't really figured out how to support each other or if they were just kinda slacking on her interactions with her bros but idk. I wish there could have been more moments where they actually listened to her because the only one she really got to talk to was Diego when he took her out to punch some racists and even then I feel like she only really scratched the surface of everything that's been going on for her. But I do also enjoy women being evil so hakjdshak.

I agree about Five like I'm not even really sure what his arc was this season? He was kinda all over the place like he hates the commission but also he founded the commission? He got a tattoo that was never really explained or mentioned again? His ability to shift time from the finale last season was just never mentioned or used? Idk but at least he got to wear a funky hat and sing karaoke I guess hkjahdksa. Klaus was also done dirty after spending like three episodes discovering his worth only to be left behind AGAIN and kinda give up for a bit but I think that was an intentional set up for him snapping next season so I'll let it slide but they're on thin ice.

#I also liked Diego's arc for obvious reasons (he's my special little guy)#tua3 #tua3 spoilers #ethicallysourcedbraincells #nice url btw

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dem-obscure-imagines · 4 years ago

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Second Chances

Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: With new threats about, the Umbrella Academy is looking for new members to (potentially) help save the world and your healing abilities make you the perfect candidate to join.

Note: Idk why I’ve been in a Ben Hargreeves mood these past few days, but have some fluff. Set in a no time travel no apocalypse au?

Warnings: Very mild mentions of death

Word Count: 1.2k

Reader is: Gender Neutral

When you’d called the Umbrella Academy claiming to be gifted like they were, the others were, admittedly, skeptical. Several times throughout their childhood, the Hargreeves had met countless parents with children they claimed to be special, and none of them ever actually were. But, with Reginald dead and world-ending threats lurking around every corner, the remaining Hargreeves siblings were a little more…open to having more help around.

So, you arrived at the house, with little more than your messenger bag, your laptop, your favorite mug, and some clothes. You figured you shouldn’t bring too many things in case they kicked you right back out, but they wouldn’t have any reason to. You really were gifted.

The monkey butler, named Pogo, welcomed you in, and a nice woman named Grace made a cup of tea for you, and in the meantime, the rest of the siblings slowly assembled in the living room. The first of whom was Klaus, who, as usual, was bored.

“So you’re the one who called, huh?” He asked, sizing you up.

“Yep. I’m (Y/N).”

“And what’s your ability?” Klaus asked, plopping down on the couch across from you.

“We’ll let them show us when everyone else gets here.” Luther asserted, entering the room. “Nice to meet you, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” You said politely, sipping from the mug of tea. Off in the corner of the room, you felt a…presence. You looked over there, your eyes narrowed, and sure enough, there was a bundle of energy concentrated there. Almost as though…

Huh. Odd.

You caught Klaus staring at you when you glanced back that way and he smirked a little to himself, although he didn’t explain why it had caught his attention. Given your faint knowledge of the Umbrella Academy members, heralded as heroes while you were growing up, you were fairly certain he was Séance, which could only mean one thing…

It only took the others a few more minutes to get to the living room, and so once everyone was assembled, a man who had introduced himself as Diego said, “Alright, so what’s your thing?”

“I’m a healer. I have healing powers and they’re…kind of ridiculously powerful.” You told them.

“Healing powers are great, but we’re going to need you to prove it.” Luther crossed his arms, focused on you.

“Okay.” You shrugged. There was a dead plant sitting in a pot on the coffee table, so, you concentrated, green energy manifesting around your fingers. You flicked them onto the plant, and when you did, immediately, it perked up, its brown and withered leaves filling out and returning to the green color they had been weeks prior before it had died.

“Woah.” Allison smiled, staring at the now, very much alive plant. “That’s…incredible.”

“Thanks.” You chuckled. “It, uh, works on people, too. Obviously.”

“Right. Well, next time one of us is injured, we know where to find you. Welcome to the team.”

“Thank you.”

***

And so, you moved some more of your things in, which included a large amount of books. You liked reading, so a lot of your time spent at the school was in the living room, curled up with a book and a mug of tea.

It was on one of those occasions that Klaus approached you.

“You can see him, right?” He asked, motioning to the…presence that was lingering next to him. It migrated swiftly to one of the chairs in the living room, and Klaus looked at it, seemingly listening to it before turning his attention back to you. “When you first got here, you looked right at him.”

“I cannot see him, no, but I can feel him. I don’t know if that makes any sense…It’s like a magnetic field, kind of. There’s a pull to wherever he is.”

“Ah. Makes sense.” Klaus nodded. “This is Ben. My dead brother. Our dearly departed.”

“Oh, uh, sorry for your loss.” You said, unsure of how to respond to such a statement. “And nice to meet you, Ben.”

Klaus looked to Ben before repeating, “He says it’s nice to meet you, too. I have a question, though, are you into spirituality? Like witchcraft? Or is this part of your gift?”

“I’m…not sure, actually. I collect rocks, but more because they’re pretty than any other reason.” You thought for a long moment about just what he was insinuating. “Huh…”

“What?”

“Hold still.” You told the empty space where Ben was supposedly sitting, calling your power to your hand and watching as the green light flickered around your fingertips. Then, you flicked your wrist forward, sending the energy in that direction.

Then, suddenly, a young man in a black hoodie and leather jacket appeared in the chair in front of you, staring at you dumbfounded.

“Holy shit!” You jolted, gasping and staring at him. “I did not expect that to work, honestly.” You admitted, giggling.

“You can see me?” He asked, looking down at his hands and then pressing them to his cheeks to feel his skin.

“Yeah, and I can hear you, too.” You told him.

“Am I…?” Ben murmured softly, feeling the fabric of his hoodie. He pinched himself.

Klaus walked over and poked him a few times. “I mean, you feel pretty real to me.”

“How did you…How did you do that?”

“I have no idea, but I guess we can add necromancy to my list of powers.”

“Is there something going on in…here…?” Allison was standing in the doorway, looking into the room. Her eyes landed on Ben. Immediately she teared up. “B-Ben?”

“In the flesh. I think.” Ben chuckled, still not positive he was really alive after all of his years as a ghost. Tears brimmed his eyes too. “Been a while, huh?”

Allison rushed into the room and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and once she was done, she went to gather the others while Klaus took his turn, giving his formerly dead brother a hug.

As soon as Klaus let go of him, Ben walked over towards you and knelt down in front of where you were sitting, taking your hand, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Thank you. So much. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Of course.” You said softly. “I’d say anytime, but I don’t want you to die again anytime soon, alright?”

“Right.” He laughed. “I’ll try to stick around a while longer this time.”

“Good.”

***

With Ben alive again, the occasion called for celebration, which meant some family bonding and drinks and music, and while you didn’t really feel like part of their mismatched family yet, the Hargreeves welcomed you quickly as one of their own, especially given that you had returned their brother to them.

And once the party was over and the others were slowly but surely going up to bed one by one, Ben made sure to single you out, approaching you with a smile brighter than the others said he’d ever smiled during his first life.

“I don’t mean to be too forward, but, um, second chances and all that…” Ben rubbed the back of his neck chuckling to himself and blushing for the first time in about a decade. “Do you maybe wanna go to the movies sometime? Or like out to dinner? I’d like to do something to repay you, and also…get to know you a little better? If that’s alright? If not, it’s totally cool, I just—”

“I’d love to, Ben. That’d be great.”

“Awesome. Cool. Um, Friday at seven?”

“Friday at seven.” You nodded, smiling. “It’s a date.”

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine

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