#yeah i like klaus a Normal Amount

[sunflowersand-bees]

You guys ever think about how Ben was the only one who ever saw Klaus? Who listened to him and heard him? He was the only one who really knew Klaus, and he still loved him. And then he was gone. Klaus was alone again. His siblings don't count, since most of them brush him off any chance they get.

So he tries to find a purpose, since his previous purpose just disintegrated into blue dust. His new purpose is to find his mother. And then she's dead.

So he tries to figure out who killed her. In doing so, he ends up with his father, who tortured and murdered him as a child, but it's not the same father who tortured and murdered him. He seems different. And even if Klaus looks like an adult, being with his father sends him right back where he was all those years ago, when he was a kid. He still just wants to be loved, just like all of his siblings.

So he falls for his trap. Because this Reginald Hargreeves listens to Klaus and appreciates what he says. This Reginald Hargreeves makes Klaus believe that he's worthy. This Reginald Hargreeves helps Klaus reach his full potential. Even if his methods were a little unconventional. But Klaus can handle unconventional. He's unconventional after all.

And then, just when he believes that his father has changed, Reginald Hargreeves murders Luther. Then he tries to kill Klaus, and Klaus dies for a little while. He's tired of being treated like shit. The Void treats him better than his family ever did, in any timeline.

But he still cares about them, regardless of what's happened in the past. So he goes back and immediately gets attacked by his father. Because of course.

He learns that his father used him, and that he was part of the reason they're all about to die. Again. And again. And then they've lost their powers and that's partly his fault too. Partly Allison's, partly Reginald's, partly Klaus's.

And then they all split up, and Klaus, despite chasing after his brother, is alone again.

[stinky-winky28]

hi! 👋☺️

I got a few headcannon requests for the npcs

.how would they react to slime?

.how would they react to a ballpit?

.how would they react to sinking in mud?

.can they roller skate?

.what is their reaction to being ticked?

WOAH GUYS I POSTED TWO HCS BACK TO BACK AND NOW I HAVE REQUESTS FROM NON FRIENDS???

Anyway here you go glookie shmookie and I'm gonna assume you meant tickled on the last one

Barry

He'd be the reason they put the do not eat warning on the store bought slime

Would jump in and throw balls at other people

Would shrug and roll in the mud like a pig

yeah but not very well he needs one of those stroller things

Would giggle like a toddler but kind of to the point where it just starts to get weird after maybe 10 seconds

Jean

Would enjoy it a lot. Smile on his face the entire time he messes with it

Would be a parent watching his child play in the ball pit, so happy

Would just get out of the mud like a normal person and go on with his day

Yeah, he'd help teach people how to skate (I ❤️ FATHERLY JEAN)

Santa Claus laugh 🎅🎅🎅

Jacob

*poke poke* *sniff* and then walk away

He'd be the kid that sits in the corner by himself slowly covering his body with the balls until he's completely submerged and out of view. Then someone would trip over him and he'd just stare into their soul as they tried to get up

Would stand completely still and let himself sink down into it to the point where someone else would have to pull him out of the mud

No??? Yes??? He'd put the skates on but just stand near the edge watching people

Unnamed Prussian Officer/Karl/Klaus

Would refuse to touch it in the first place

He's the kid Barry is throwing balls at. Would get out after 5 minutes and scowl with his arms crossed exploding Barry in his mind

Complain about the mud on his shoes but get out himself

He's too edgy and serious to have joy in his life so no (would fall on his ass immediately)

Would say ow (he's not ticklish in the slightest)

WOW GUYS I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS MUCH TRACTION THANK YOU ❤️❤️❤️

Also if you want stuff from me I write headcanons fairly fast but if you're looking for art it's going to be an uncertain amount of time bc school is hard and my brain no want to draw sometimes BUT STILL REQUEST IT BC I NEED MOTIVATION 😢😢😢🙏🙏🙏🇺🇲

[klausysworld]

heyy can you do a one-shot where reader is insecure about her thick thighs with a smut where Klaus shows her how much he loves them??

Why don’t you love yourself the way I love you?

I hated the way my thighs would stick together in the heat. When i wore shorts or a short dress and they rubbed against each other. When i sat down and they filled out my seat. When men would comment on them and use them as a reason to catcall or call me a slut.

So i grew to hate tight clothes too. And that was a difficult thing to hate when Rebekah was one of my best friends. She always had me in form-fitting dresses, accentuating my hips and therefore hugging my thighs. And the Mikaelsons were not shy people, always in extravagant places wearing unbelievable clothing and being the centre of attention. And attention they always got and with it i came too and so the amount of eyes on me was intimidating and haunting.

Sitting in Klaus’ and I’s room, I sat apprehensively in the skin tight dress that only came down to my mid thighs, chosen by Rebekah and Hayley. It was a deep red and i was assured by both of them it was the perfect date outfit. But even with the reassurance i felt self conscious and uncomfortable.

I ran my hands along my thighs roughly, trying to drag the skimpy material down and then lifting them off the bed slightly to make them a little thinner than when resting.

I heard Klaus approaching and lifted my head with a smile. His face lit up as he walked through the door, i stood to stand before him. He wore a all black suit, including black shirt and all. His arms moved to around my waist as he pulled me close and looked down to me with a hum

“You look heavenly, my love” he murmured before his lips pressed to mine in a short but sweet kiss. “Are you ready for dinner?” He questioned and i nodded slightly with a brightening smile.

Of course dinner was lovely and he was perfect the entire evening, everything was perfect.

But it was each time his hand rested on my thigh, the way i could feel the leather of the seat sticking to them as i let them press into it making them look even wider than usual. His hand squeezed one of them gently making me clench my jaw, i hated them so much.

“love? Are you okay?“ he asked, i looked up to see his concern shining back at me

“yeah, I'm fine, sorry i was distracted” i muttered looking around seeing he’d already put his jacket on and paid the bill

“Did i say something wrong?” He questioned softly as his hand cupped my face and wiped a tear I didn’t know was there away

“Oh, no no you didn’t do anything- it’s just me, did you say something important? I’m sorry, i don’t think i was listening” i told him, embarrassment crawling across me

“No it’s okay…come, we’ll just get home and we can speak more then” he said as he beckoned me to get up.

He drove us home with my hand in his, still on top my thigh but at least he wasn’t holding it, not than his hand could go far enough around.

Once we got home we went straight upstairs to our room, but instead of him having his lips on mine in a frenzy, like he normally does after wining and dining, he just sat us both down on the bed facing each other. His eyes studied me carefully making me swallow thickly and try pull the dress down further. His hand moved out to grab my wrist as i clutched the fabric of the skirt. He pushed my hand away before pushing the skirt of the dress up to see all of my thighs making the blood thicken in my cheeks

“What is it you are hiding from me?” He quizzed while running his hands over them gently, his face pulled into a frown. My eyes stuck to the wall behind him as he nudged them apart, fingers skimming all of the skin to feel for anything wrong, tears began to blur my vision as he rubbed them against me.

“Stop Klaus, just stop” i whispered

“Love, just tell me what’s wrong” he encouraged, shuffling forward and moving his hands to my face guiding me to look at him

“Y/n, my heart, what’s wrong? Is it the dress? We can burn it, I’ll get you a hundred more, come now we’ll get you out of it” his hands quickly pulled it off of me and through it away before pulling me to him and kissing my head “see? No more dress” he stated rubbing my arm “don’t cry love, it’s gone”

“It’s not the dress Klaus, it’s just me, I don’t like me!”

I watched as his face saddened, his arms tightening around me as kisses were repeatedly to the side of my face and i felt a few tears slip down.

“i wish you could see you the way i do, you're a goddess, you're more than perfect, flawless love, completely and utterly gorgeous in every possible way and i love you so incredibly much” he cooed, “so so much”

My eyes dropped shut as i let him brush his hands over every inch of my body. He began to gently massage my thighs, gently bringing them open to move between them

“Just lay back my love” he muttered and i did so without argument. He moved to hover above me, his face just above mine, lips kissing as much of my face and neck as possible while his hands continued to knead at my thighs.

He caressed the skin firmly but softly as his mouth found mine, sucking lightly as his tongue met mine. His hips slowly began to rock against me, the thin material of my panties allowing me to feel him better. A small whimper fell from my my mouth to his as he began to pull away.

We both looked down between us where our bodies rubbed against one another. And i tried desperately not to look at my thighs but it was hard not too when they were right there.

“They’re perfect” he murmured kissing my jaw “They’re too big” i whispered

He leaned back and frowned at me, he leant back onto his knees still between my legs and he looked down at them

“I could never get enough of you, love, i adore them they way they are. Nothing on you could ever be too big, it only gives more of you to love” he convinced as he began to lower himself, his head nearly disappearing between my thighs.

“Klaus you know i don’t like you to do that” i whispered. I never let him have his face there, i didn’t like how my thighs would push at his head, how close he was and how personal it felt

“Because of how it feels or because you’re afraid? You know i could never judge you like that” he hummed before kissing up my legs

“Klaus-“

“Just this once, please my love, just let me love you” he pleaded looking to me with his most innocent eyes that I couldn’t deny

“Just this once” I repeated and he nodded going back to kissing along the skin gently. I lead back and covered my face with my hands trying not to focus on knowing he’s touching and ‘appreciating’ the parts i hate most.

The feather like kisses became open mouthed which became him sucking softly at the flesh, marks surely forming as his teeth nipped lightly.

“I love you” i heard him breath as he moved higher up. His lips pressed against my panties making me inhale deeply and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Can I do this for you, my love? I won’t do anything you don’t enjoy, i promise you sweetheart”

“okay“ i muttered

“look at me, love“ he murmured, i sat up slightly, pushing myself forward with my forearms and looking foward seeing him kneeling back up. My eyes flicked to the little display of his love marks littered across my thighs where his hands still rubbed soothingly. I looked back to his concern filled eyes, his head tilting slightly at me as his head nodded slowly making me frown.

He leant forward, hand cupping my cheek as he kissed my lips softly, i could hear some shuffling but i kept my eyes closed even after he pulled away. His hands glided up and down my thighs before pulling my underwear away. I felt his fingers gently move to feel my heat, sliding through the wetness he had caused a few times, his finger pushed into my entrance before coming back out.

“It’s alright love” he whispered, i felt something much larger than his fingers rest against me, my eyes opened reluctantly to glance at him. He was already looking down at me, above me, a long kiss was pressed to my forehead as i felt the head of his member beginning to push inside me

“But i thought-“

“Not today, love, i can show you my love in many ways” he reminded, his hips slowly rolling to meet mine and burying himself inside me. I gasped as he filled me to the brim, my hands moving to hold onto his biceps.

“Put your legs around me, love” he murmured between kisses that were spread across my cheeks. Hesitantly i wrapped them around his waist. “Good girl, no more hiding, just relax sweetheart”

My eyes remained closed allowing him to flood my senses. A hand had found its way to my throat, squeezing gently as his body rocked at an agonisingly slow pace. His dick skilfully caressed my walls, rubbing against me deliciously as i clung to him tightly. Whimpers escaped me while he kissed my ear lightly, his teeth pulling at my lobe. I inhaled sharply appreciating his aftershave that engulfed us both. He still had his shirt and tie on whilst i lay bare beneath him.

“I don’t deserve you, you’re too lovely for me” he whispered against my neck sending shivers down my spine enticing a moan from my lips while he gradually slid within me a little faster. His thumb pressed against my throat making me whimper softly to him, my back arching as i squeezed his arms. I felt him lifting my leg up from his waist, it moved up between us and over his shoulder. I gasped as he managed to reach a deep as possible inside me, heat pooling within my lower abdomen at the sensation.

“See? Look how perfect they are” he whispered, he bent down to press kisses into the bottom of my thigh nearer my knee while still slowly thrusting into me.

“Klaus, more” i whined as he made his way down my leg and his hips kept up their agonisingly slow pace

“Soon love, let me take my time” he murmured

“Please” i whimpered and he smiled down at me. His lips pecked mine as he moved a little faster, my walls giving an encouraging squeeze as my nails sunk into his arms through his shirt. My other leg hiked further up him to pull him closer, pushing her deeper inside me just brushing over that spot that had me moaning out for him and letting my eyes drop shut once again.

His hands were on the backs of my thighs lightly squeezing them in time with his thrusts that gradually got a little quicker.

“You forget that your thighs are one of my favourite parts of you“ he muttered, i just whined and moaned in response as he continued to rub at my spot gently “I just know that once you let me bury my face between them you’ll never want me to stop. And you mustn’t worry about their size love, i love them, i hope that one day they wrap around my head so tight i nearly suffocate, i want them to muffle my moans as i taste you, and i want you to love it too, love them”

His thrusts picked up some pace with each however many words he said.

“I want you to run your hands down them, tease yourself love, just gently let your nails skim over them. Squeeze them, bring your hands higher and higher” he breathed, his words going straight down the back of my neck as his chest pushed against the underside of my thigh that remained over his shoulder.

Despite the steady pace he kept up, his thrusts were still powerful and had the bed moving back and forth in time. My breasts bouncing gently as i moaned his name quietly, my hands moved round to cling to the back of his shirt.

“Why don’t you love yourself the way I love you?” He asked softly, his tip continuously brushing over my spot making it difficult to focus of his words

“Please love, tell me how you could ever view yourself less than what you truly are?”

My eyes fluttered open to see his sad but curious eyes above me, his nose nearly touching mine as i gasped, his hips moving a little harder

“Klaus-“

“Do you know how beautiful you are, my love?” He cut me off, his words were a blur as my mind grew hazy, the heat inside me was beginning to set ablaze

“Do you sweetheart?” He uttered, his lips brushing mine. I felt something move down to draw little circles on the hood of my clit enticing a gasp from me as i hesitantly nodded

“No you don’t, you don’t because if you did you would never shed so many tears over your body. You should know by now that i will do whatever i can so that you know just how much you are worth”

“What am i worth?” I wondered quietly locking eyes with his, tears stirring in mine from the emotion pain on top of the physical pleasure that was overflowing through my body

“Everything, you are worth absolutely everything” he whispered “you are my heaven”

Tears slipped down my face as i hid it within his neck, choking on my own breaths as he rocked inside me

“Will you cum for me sweetheart? Will you let me fill you with my love so that i can hold you?” He questioned and i nodded against his jaw.

“Good girl, just breath” he whispered. His fingers rolled over my ball of nerves with a slightly heavier pressure as his pace sped up, the fire spreading through me quickly while i breathed him in.

“I love you” he repeated several times while i uttered his name, clutching his shirt in my hands as i let the heat boil throughout me, my body tightening enough to trigger his own release.

He carefully helped bring my leg down from his shoulder as he gently pulled out of me. He immediately wrapped me in his arms as he held me close

“You’re so perfect, so beautiful” he muttered between kisses to the side of my head “And i will remind you as much i can so that you believe it too”

[andreal831]

I got a lot of edits on my fyp prior to watching any TVDU show so I knew a solid amount of the plot lines prior to watching either show, which also means I knew what characters were normalized to be hated/loved. I started these shows and expected to absolutely despise Matt, Elena, Tyler, and Cami. None of them are my favorite, but I never understood the hate for any of them whatsoever.

The Matt hate just makes no sense, I’m convinced people just want to “fit in” and hate the person that everyone else hates. You pretty much explained everything I would say for him so I’ll hold back a bit here. And yeah, I’m tired of people pretending he’s not attractive cause there is not a single actor on this show that doesn’t look good.

Everyone calls Elena a crybaby, but if they had lost the amount of people that she had before they’re even 20 years old, I guarantee you they’d be crying even more than she did. And calling her selfish? She very rarely ever put herself over anyone. There’s also the argument that she ‘played Stefan’ which in my opinion is just straight out wrong, it’s not like she was pretending to be in love with him while she was with him, but if you hate her for that, you’d have to hate like half the show. I swear everyone dated everyone within that friend group, why do people only hate on her for it? Also this has nothing to do with my point, but why does everyone hate on her NH era? I liked it, it gave her character something different.

Everyone hates on Tyler for one of two reasons. One being that he tried to SA Vicki in season 1, which you would think is a valid excuse, but then they go onto say Klaus, Damon, and/or Katherine is their favorite character (and I’m saying this as my Damon and Klaus are both in my top 5 TVDU characters). The second reason would be something along the lines of Tyler wanting to get revenge on Klaus. I do think he went too far with trying to kill Hayley/hope, but aside from that, he had every right to get revenge on Klaus. He killed his mom and practically ruined his life, including messing with his relationship with Caroline. I actually love Forewood, but I don’t think they could’ve been endgame after that. So I don’t get why people hate on him for leaving Caroline, because I feel like continuing to lead her on when his head is nowhere near the right space would’ve been worse.

Then there’s cami, which is honestly the most confusing one out of all to me. I completely understand her not being your favorite, especially if you’re into more of the anti heroes or villains (like me), but I do not understand why people just absolutely despise her. She plays a major part in the originals, especially early on, as she is the only person Klaus seems to care about listening to whatsoever. He isn’t paying Hayley any sort of attention, and he lied to/betrayed Elijah left and right in season 1. She’s also never betrayed anyone that she considers to be friends or family. The biggest reason she’s hated on is because she ‘stole Klaus from Caroline.” 1. I genuinely just do not get what people see in klaroline. I don’t absolutely despise them, but I do not like them either. Klaus hurt her multiple times (which, by the way, why do people act like Klaus is a hero for saving Caroline from a bite he caused…?) and Caroline was manipulating him every chance she got. I totally understand the whole ‘enemies to lovers’ trope, considering I like delena, but I just do not get it here. 2. How did anyone see that Klaus (and the originals) was getting his own show, and still expect klaroline to work out? 95% of interactions they had post TO being made was complete fan service. It would’ve been WAY too difficult to do a long distance thing with two different shows, especially when neither of them were (im so gonna get hated for this) never in love with each other, they weren’t even in a relationship. Oh and back to the forewood thing real quick, Tyler had every right to be pissed at Caroline for sleeping with Klaus.

Well that turned into a klaroline bashing towards the end. For the record my top 5 characters are Damon, Elijah, kol, hayley, and Klaus in that order and there really aren’t any ships (canonical ships anyway) that I absolutely hate so.

Side note, thank you for being able to hold characters accountable. I like characters as villains/anti heroes because they are a villain/anti hero, I will never understand why people try to defend their favorite character and make them seem like a hero. Like the character for their character, don’t make them into something completely different. If you wanna debate anything further (or something entirely different) let me know, I enjoy debating about shows, I just typically can’t find anyone in this fandom (or any fandom for that matter) that is able to have an actual debate without someone starting to scream over an opinion lmao.

There really isn’t a question here I just kinda felt like ranting after reading your post about Matt Donovan so here it is. Reply to this as you please!

I was fortunate enough to watch the shows before I got into the fandom so I didn't get spoilers (at least for TVD), but more importantly, I didn't have anyone to influence me on which characters to like or not. Which was why I was so surprised when I joined the fandom and saw so much hatred. But I do think some people just "bandwagon" hate characters. Especially Matt. Because anytime I ask people why, they can't even truly express why they *hate* him.

Elena was never my favorite character but I loved early seasons of Elena. I even enjoyed her NH era. I didn't like her sire bond era much. But she definitely gets too much hate. Even at times when I think she can be selfish, she's still miles better than the men the fandom loves.

I've actually posted about Tyler before, you can find that here. Sure, he's done questionable/problematic things, but who hasn't? The hate he gets is ridiculous, especially because it always comes from Damon or Klaus stans. I actually like Caroline and adored Forewood, but I hated how she handled the breakdown of their relationship. I blame the writers. They continuously tanked Caroline's character in order to get views with klaroline.

I love Cami and she is the one character that I truly believe has done no wrong. Cami was truly a turning point for Klaus. Cami was not only an important person for Klaus but for the entire Mikaelson family and the entirety of New Orleans. I also wrote about that recently. But yes, 100% of the hate she gets is because of Klaroline stans. I used to be indifferent to Klaroline. Like I don't like them because they are toxic and I would never ship them, and there are plenty of ships I feel this way about, but the fandom has made me actively dislike them. Klaroline had no possible way of working out and was just lust, but people build them up in their head and then attacked and harassed a real life person because of their delusions.

I'm glad you found my post and enjoyed it! I love finding people that want to engage and have actual discussions about the fandom. Too many people get so set in their views and can't discuss the characters without getting angry. I completely agree. We can all love the characters but 99% of the characters in this show are problematic to say the least. We can love them and still acknowledge this. I love to analyze the morality of the show because it is interesting as we can't use are real life standards to do so. I obviously love over analyzing everything about the show as I spend so much time doing so.

Feel free to ask anything or reach out!

[elfboyeros]

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“Klaus went missing on the 15th of March, Cobalt is murdered on the 23rd, 9 days later. Klaus was married to Greyson, Cobalt was a close friend, right? What if -just hear me out," Loki babbled on, as she and Amora sat on their bed talking about possible theories on Cobalt’s death, “Cobalt loved Greyson and wanted to be with him, but Klaus killed and went into hiding because he murdered someone?!”

“Cobalt?”  Amora asked the ghostly man sitting in her desk chair.

“Couldn’t have happened, I’m straight,” He replied, “I was also happily married to my lovely Primrose before death.”

Amora shook her head before looking back at Loki, “Straight, and happily married.”

“So, no love affair and no girlbossing wife,” Loki sighed, crossing off the theories of a list in a little notebook, “The last thing I got on my list is Ms. Thornton, could she have done it?”

“No!” Cobalt exclaimed, “Just as I loved Primrose, I loved Lilybeth just as much if not more! She would not have killed me; I refuse that notion!”

Amora shook her once more, “He wouldn’t believe it if it were true,” she replied, “Besides he’s seen Lilybeth, and he doesn’t have a bad vibe… he just gets sad.”

“I’ve died and my daughter has become a beautiful young lady, I’m sorry my depression is an inconvenience,” Cobalt sassed.

“I think we should stop for right now,” Amora sighed, “This is just getting us nowhere.”

Loki huffed, “Maybe we are looking in the wrong place?” she questioned, getting a confused look from Amora and even Cobalt, “We are trying to link Klaus with Cobalt, yet we know nothing about Klaus, maybe if we start looking into Klaus when can find out why he is missing which could lead to us finding out why Cobalt died.”

“So, we have to find Klaus,” Amora asked.

“Basically,” Loki answered making Amora groan into her pillow, “Or at least try to.”

“How are we supposed to do that?! We are students, moreover, we are seniors?! How the hell are we supposed to find an old man who has been missing for 15 years when we’ll have midterms in like 3 weeks!” Amora exclaimed sitting up before gesturing to Cobalt, “I’d rather be stuck with him! At least he’ll tell me if I’m failing my Trigonometry final!”

Cobalt shook his head before scoffing as Loki held in her laughter, clearing her throat, “Maybe you just need a little break for the ghost investigations,” the British girl posed, “Come with me into town tomorrow.”

“I thought you were going out with Lance,” Amora muttered.

Loki shrugged, “he said he wanted to hang out with Odis, and Luther said he was going to study with Iphigenie for their current events test, so I’m on my own tomorrow unless you come.”

Amora thought for a moment, spending 2 weeks on campus with Cobalt over her shoulder with no results in their little investigation seemed to put both of them on edge with each other. The thought was nice, being able to explore the town on Solostica would be nice too. The American girl looked to her ghostly companion who shrugged as if to say he didn’t care either way.

“I mean either way I’m going,” Loki remarked, holding a large strand of her hair, the green dye faded a good amount making it a sickly pale color, “I’m getting this hair dye!”

“I’ll go with you.”

Loki smiled, “Terrific!”

The next morning the two girls woke up after sleeping in, Cobalt did what he had been doing every morning, exiting the room to give them privacy, before they left. While walking down the paths leading to the exit of campus, Calliope passed by seeming running for her life.

“Calliope, everything okay?”

“Yeah,” She huffed, her cheerleading bag slamming into her side as she looked back at the two girls, “If anyone asked you didn’t see me!”

Loki and Amora looked at her confused as she ran to the main campus, she was already for cheerleading practice and yet she was running away from where they normally practice, the roommates looked at each other and shrugged before leaving campus, as Calliope ran through the halls of the large schoolhouse, slowing her pace as she reached the great music room were Odysseus, Lance, and Solomon resided inside. Solomon played the harp in the corner as Odysseus sat on one of the choir risers beside Lance, his light blue Guitar in his lap.

“Calliope, everything okay?” Lance asked, her panting at the door to the music room catching his attention.

Solomon stopped playing as all three of the boys waited for a response.

“I was the first one at practice today!” she huffed, “No one else was there. So, ha…. Huh… ha I left.”

“Calliope, if you want to quit the cheer team—” Solomon began because Calliope let out a laugh.

“And piss off Cassiopeia, not a chance!” Calliope replied, “I do that just by existing.”

“And skipping practice,” Odysseus commented, “Either way she is going to be pissed off at you.”

“The only reason she started the cheer team was to watch Roux practice football,” She huffed, “I don’t know why I had to be involved.”

She toddled over to Solomon’s place in the corner, dejectedly, “If it bothers you this bad, just quit,” Solomon remarked.

“If you quit, you can actually but in the campaign again!” Lance added with a smile, “I’ve missed Ruelle the cleric ever since the last time you played with us.”

Calliope smiled, “That’s a great idea.”

In the town center of Solostica’s city center with its cobblestone streets and its many small and hidden shops and convenience stores Loki and Amora stared at the many boxes, containers, tubes, jars, and pouches of hair on the shelf in front of them. All are color-coded and pleasing to the eye. Many brands Amora had never heard of before.

“I wish I had hair like yours,” Loki sighed.

“Mhm?” Amora hummed.

The British girl pointed to her roots, growing in a dark color of her roots where her green pieces used to be after tossing a boxed bleach in her little basket, “I need to get a bleach kit so the green will take on roots. If you dyed your hair any kind of fun colors, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh,” Amora replied, chuckling, “Bellamy dyed her once, it was purple. I remember asking my mom if I could dye my hair with her because she said it looked “so bad” and I remember it started a huge argument with my mom… she did not want me to dye my hair.”

Loki hummed, before pointing to all the boxes of hair dye, “Wanna give it a try?” she asked with a smirk painted across her lips, “’cause mummy isn’t here.”

Amora looked at all the hair dyes on the shelf, then back at Loki, who grinned down at her, “Alright! Let’s do it!” she replied, grabbing a random box off the shelf.

“Alright, but we don’t want to use that,” Loki replied, taking the box out of Amora’s hands and putting it back on the shelf, “If you want red, you should go with this one.”

Loki pulled a small box off the shelf with a simple pale green color and labeled named Deathly dyes, the color was called Lover’s Haze. Amora nodded as Loki looked at the green section before quickly grabbing a jar from the same brand but in a dark green color and walking toward the check-out counter.

They left the little convenience store before venturing around the town center some more, going into different little stores and shops not really buying anything but enjoying being off campus as well as each other's company.

Stopping by Vixen Café to grab a little something to eat, while also getting to see Iphigenie in action at work and Luther sitting outside working on a paper for one of his classes, aided by caffeine and chocolate croissant.

While stopped at an intersection, Amora stared at the beach which Loki noticed.

“You wanna go to the beach?” Loki asked.

Amora nodded and once the intersection was clear to cross, the two of them headed to the beach. Shoes were taken off and bags were dropped by the cement walk leading to the sands. Clean beige sand between their toes, with the smell of sea salt in the air and a light breeze.

Loki watched Amora from afar as she enjoyed the breeze and the salty air against her face. There is something so scenic about Amora, wearing a genuine smile as she heard the sounds of the ocean and waves crashing into the shore, enjoying the breeze as it moves her cardigan. Loki had never been fond of the beach, life events had turned memories of going to the beaches in England into reminiscences said rather not think about, however now staring at Amora the beach is no longer a place Loki wants to stay away from, rather a place she wants to stay if nothing above to keep seeing Amora smile a genuine smile.

But the skies won’t let wants become reality

“Amora we should get going!” Loki called, “It’s going to rain!”

Once at the back on campus, it was already drizzling, and when in the safety of their dorm room, pulling one of the girl's desk chairs into the bathroom, and sitting it in front of the sink and mirror.

“Is he around?” Loki asked, pulling out all the hair dye and other tools on the bathroom counter after bleaching the front pieces of her hair.

“No, he's probably still mad from yesterday,” Amora answered as she put on an old shirt the British girl gave her before hearing her scoff, “Or he’s just wandering.”

“Come sit,” Loki called as Amora made her way to the bathroom.

Amora entered the bathroom where Loki had some of her favorite music playing at a low volume, in an extremely old shirt covered in blotches of bleach and a pair of gym shorts, waiting for the young American girl a hand resting on the desk chair beside her and a foot resting against her calf.

“You wanna do the whole head or just a section?” Loki asked as Amora sat down.

“Uhm….I don’t know, what do you think?” Amora replied.

Loki hummed softly, “Let’s do your bangs, and your little front pieces, yeah?”

Amora nodded, as Loki opened the Lover’s Haze box and quickly read the instructions before plopping the dye into a mixing bowl, “Ready?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!”

Loki took the hair dye brush and began painting the pinkish dye on to Amora golden strains of hair, “Is Cobalt annoying at all?” the British teen asked.

“I mean sometimes, he makes math harder than it should be,” Amora answered, “Honestly he acts like my dad. Not like my dad, but he acts like a dad, which I know he is one, but we’ve only known each other for like a month he’s very fatherly, protective almost.”

Loki hummed curiously, “Like when I was in the library trying to figure out how to help him the talk I told you about everything, the Librarian—”

“Iphigiene’s weird ass mom?”

“Yes! He knocked over a stack of books to help me escape just to yell at me when I was safe!”

Loki chuckled, “And he’s an ass!” Amora groaned, “Telling me my math isn’t right when I do my homework but he won’t tell me what I’m doing wrong! And and and he makes little comments when I’m talking to people like his commentary is soooo important!”

“Oh! What does he say about me?” Loki asked, walking around her to get the other side of her hair.

“Chickadee, do you know, Loki stares at you often?”

“Have you realized that you are the only person she actively smiles at?”

“Loki seems fond of you.”

“Aw, she gave you her jumper because you were cold.”

“You too are quite cute together.”

Amora’s face flushed, remembering just a few of the many things that Cobalt had commented over the past two weeks, the all-around consuming feeling of simply enjoying being around Loki. The overwhelming feeling of a crush!

“H-he just make comments about... how helpful you are,” Amora answered, fumbling with her words before jumping at her phone ringing.

A single windchime emoji on the caller ID for a video call, answering Bellamy’s call with a smile and rosy cheeks, “Hey girly, what does Edgar like to play he hates the puff balls Jane likes to play with. I--” Amora could only see Bellamy’s light blue roots once she answered the call, before she looked at her phone wide-eyed, “WOAH! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DYING YOUR HAIR?! And where did you get that shirt?”

Amora looked down at the shirt she was wearing to protect her skin from bright red hair dye,  a faded black T, and the graph for the band Oasis horribly faded. “It’s Loki’s, we’re doing this kind of spontaneity.”

“ ‘Ello Bellamy,” Loki commented, grabbing Amora’s bangs.

“Shit, she’s British!” Bellamy squealed, “Eee, your girlfriend is such a cutie, Amora!”

“Girlfriend?” Loki mused, “What have you been telling her, lovely?”

“Bella! She isn’t my girlfriend, she is my roommate!” Amora shrieked her face turning the same color as her hair dye.

“Roommate, girlfriend same different,” Bellamy shrugged.

“I like her already,” Loki muttered with a smirk.

“Amora what does Edgar like to play with?”

“Uhm… He likes the crinkly toys.”

“Got it got it,” Bellamy replied while throwing a couple of toys in her cart, “Is ther anything else I need to get for the boy, besides his special wet food?”

“I don’t think so,” Amora replied, “How are things back home?”

“Reese got kicked out of school,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly.

“WHAT!”

“Yeah,” Bellamy shrugged, “Mortemore had been shit-talking him since everything happened, Reese decided to punch him out in the hallway, and he got his ass expelled.”

 Loki clicked her tongue, “Serves him right,” she mumbled.

“I told Mortemore I would bake him a coffee cake,” Bellamy added, “As a thank you.”

“Oh, he’ll love that!” Amora replied with a small smile.

“All right, I only called to see what Edgar liked to play with,” Bellamy remarked, “I’ll text you later!”

“Bye Bellamy,” Amora replied, hanging up her phone.

Loki finally set the hairbrush in the sink, “You need to sit with it for 30 minutes.”

Amora nodded, getting up and leaving the bathroom, “What have you been telling Bellamy, for her to call me your girlfriend?” Loki chucked putting her head in the sink bowl.

Amora’s face became hotter, before covering her face, “I HAVEN’T TOLD HER ANYTHING!” She yelped, “I just told her that I had a grungecore roommate that was nicer then I thought, and I told her about hanging out with you during school!”

Loki hummed raising her head out of the sink, “You look cute when are all flustered,”  she remarked with a smirk before putting her head back in the sink.

Amora blushed even more before going to sit on her bed and wait for the time to wash her the dye out of her hair as Loki dyed her hair green. Once everything was all said and done, Amora stared at herself in the mirror her bangs and the large chunks of hair that she kept resting off her shoulders a nice pinky-red color.

“You like it?” Loki asked.

“Yeah!” Amora said with a smile, “Thanks Loki.”

“Anytime, lovely.”

Once cozy in her bed in the early morning Amora left a heavy weight on top of her, groggily waking up to the intense stare of Cobalt an odd and wicked grin, “I have a lead!”

[thealphashitter]

New Beginnings | Five x Male Reader | Chapter One

Sooo, first of all I've changed my name to Theo/Eddie and second, I'm so sorry I didn't post for so long BUT I've written the first chapter of FIVE IN HIGHSCHOOL so yeah. Anyways, here it is, the next chapter is gonna be Y/N'sV so I hope your excited for that. Also let's just assume that they stopped the apocalypse in season one and eve

How the hell did Five find himself here, standing in front of a high school with a backpack and a packed lunch with some study books in it. Allison and Klaus thought it would be best for at least one of their siblings to have had some sort of childhood experience of some sort. And for some reason they thought sending him to public school would do the trick.

Since he already was probably smarter than all of his teachers combined, they decided to just make him take a GED test and then send him off so he’ll only have to worry about making friends. Sure. Like that’s ever gonna happen. Every single person here are mindless idiots brainwashed by society to conform to some sort of authority figure and gaslit into thinking they were actually given a proper education whilst being spoon fed lies about how the world works and never actually taught how to operate semi-decently-

His train of thought cut off as he heard the sound of what he assumed was the bell for his first period.

Fuck.

He gathered up his thoughts and ran towards his first class as the rest of the remaining children began to pile into the building. He ran into the room and sat down in the only empty seat in the back of the class next to a window-seat kid. He drew a big sigh and set his bag next to his seat.

—---------------A few hours later—---------------

Five stared down the teacher from where he sat in the back of the classroom as they scrolled through their phone. The bell rang annoyingly in his ears as others started to get up and leave the classroom.

The teacher simply got up from his seat while looking at his phone and walked out with the other students and down the hall.

He watched as the teacher left his line of sight before looking back to the rest of the class.

Most of the other students had left the classroom by now except for one. It was the same one from all of his previous classes. The boy laid on his desk using his arms as a pillow. The boy shot his eyes open making direct eye contact with Five. A troubled expression took over the boy’s face before being replaced with one of indifference. The boy sat a bit further up in his seat but still very much leaning on the desk and looked Five up and down.

Five watched as the other bit his lower lip before his attitude turned very cheery. Five rolled his eyes and stood up. He narrowed his eyes at the other before letting out an impatient “What?”.

“Transfer student, right?” The boy said with a certain amount of smugness in his voice.

“Yes, what’s it to you?” Five said, his frown deepening.

The other seemed to light up at that. “The name’s Y/N, you from around here or just moved?”

“It’s… complicated.” Five said warily.

The other gave an understanding nod before speaking again. “So, you're gonna tell me your name or?”

Five took a moment, thinking the decision over. He couldn't tell him his name was Five, that would be a bit odd to the normal person. He hadn't really decided what his name was gonna be though anyway so maybe he should just stick with Five. Yeah, that sounds good.

“Five, like the number” Five said before getting up. He needed to get the hell out of this place as soon as possible.

“Well nice to meet you, ‘Five like the number’, very interesting name you got there” Y/N said with a small smile. “Yeah, good to meet you too” Five said offhandedly as he walked out of the classroom, leaving Y/N on his own.

Five needed some air after that conversation so after checking for people and cameras he spatial jumped out of the school and onto the roof. He blinked against the harsh sunlight, using his hand as a cover. He walked to the edge of the roof to watch his classmates walk out of the school. He decided to sit down and watch the people that looked like ants from this height walk around. A few of them gathered into little groups while most of them just went on their merry way down the street or to the bus stop.

Five looked to the cityscape surrounding him, relishing the cool, gentle breeze against his skin. The cool breeze and the warm sun created a nice sensation inside of him. Like two opposing flavors coming together to create a better one.

Five sighed, he knew he needed to get back home soon or the others would worry. He took a deep breath, stood up, took one step off the roof, and spatial jumped to his bed back home. Five looked around his room, he was going to need to do something to it as it was getting a little boring. He'd also have to figure out how to cover his calculations on the wall from when he tried to stop the apocalypse. He liked to ignore that part of his life, just like with the Commission and everything else related to those times in his life. Maybe suppressing those memories wasn't the smartest decision but it sure was the easiest so that's what he was gonna do.

Five took off his backpack, setting it on the floor beside his bed. He walked over to the door leading out of his room and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the mental exhaustion he was about to experience when he walked down those stairs.

Five opened the door, and immediately heard some 2000s alternative music playing faintly from the kitchen. Five walked out, closing the door behind him as he walked down the hallway, stairs and made his way through a labyrinth of a house toward the kitchen. Maybe he could go make a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich, he thought.

Five walked into the kitchen and the music was exponentially louder than it was before. By the island was Diego reading a cookbook while Klaus was dancing around the kitchen in one of Allison’s dresses. It was a bit short but luckily he had shorts on underneath. Klaus noticed him and immediately stopped dancing. He walked over to Five in a way that you could only describe as a saunter as he opened his arms wide to try and embrace Five. “My dear baby brother, how was your first day at school” Klaus said as he approached. Five quickly bit back and spoke in a stern voice. “It was hell, and you better not try and give me a hug now.” Five spatial jumped out of Klaus’s reach to where Diego was sitting. “I see your finally getting in touch with your heritage.”

Diego rolled his eyes before speaking. “I was always in touch, I'm just getting more in touch. So, how was your day at school?” Five turned his back to him and walked toward the cabinet holding the marshmallows. “It was fine, there was this one kid who was always sleeping, no matter what class we were in. Oh and did I mention he was in all of them? What kind of weird coincidence is that?” Five said as he got to work making his sandwich.

“Awww, sounds like the start of an epic highschool romance! Speaking of romance, what are you into anyway? Girls, guys, nonbinary pals?” Klaus asked with too much enthusiasm for Five’s liking. “I believe that my sexual interest in different human beings is not something that you need to know.” Five said with a slight tone of disgust in his voice.

Five liked to keep anything of that part of his life private. Besides, it was another one of those things he didn't like to think about.

“Well I think it would be good for you, maybe you two wouldn't become lovers but maybe friends?” Klaus said as Five rolled his eyes at that. “No way in hell. I'm already being forced to go to that stupid place, I don't need to try and ‘socialize with kids my age’ because if you forgot, I'm 57 years old and if I wanted to do that I'd go to a strip club.” Five said before taking a bite of his sandwich. He turned around and set his plate on the island as he went to the wine cabinet. Five needed to have a drink after his very uneventful day. He poured himself a glass and made his way toward the exit. “I'm going to my room, if any of you need me, you don't” Five said as he walked out of the kitchen.

‘Dear whatever the fuck this is.’ Five started, unsure of what to do. ‘Dear Diary’ felt too cliche for his taste.

‘well, today was uneventful. I am being forced to participate in high school and it is absolutely infuriating. I can't do any of the work they give us so I just sit there for eight hours doing nothing. There is this one kid that is in every one of my classes which is strange, and yes that includes the electives. What kind of weird ass coincidence is that? He even had the nerve to make fun of me too as I left. Who does he think he is? I'm surprised he didn't recognize me by name, then again it had been years since The Umbrella Academy was a thing, he must be pretty young.’ Five wrote down. He chewed on his pen a bit before deciding to change clothes and go about town.

HEY SORRY ITS NOT LONG BUT EXPECT ANOTHER ONE SOON

[dark9896]

Whumptober 2023

Day 2: "I'll drink myself to death" [x Steven]

Another quiet evening weighed heavy on Steven's shoulders, another heavy clink of glass on wood. Your injuries had been too severe, and it was all his fault. If only he had been more observant, if only he had been faster, if only... if only...

If only...

So many things he could have done. And you wouldn't be...

"Steven."

Jumping to face his friend, Steven had really hoped Klaus would stay away. Because the darker-haired man knew exactly what he was about to hear, what his friend would say.

"I know how you must be feeling, but this isn't-"

"Klaus, not tonight. I know [Name] asked you to check up on me. But I'm fine."

Gesturing at the bottles, "Forgive me Steven, but that doesn't appear to be the case. The amount of alcohol you're drinking feels excessive."

"I'm perfectly fine." He snapped, "It helps me think."

"Does it? Or does it allow you to blame yourself?"

The sharp clink of glass on wood should have broken the glass in Steven's hand, but he had just enough restraint to avoid that.

"[Name] wouldn't want you to be this harsh on yourself. It is a part of the job to--"

"So what?" Steven stood on wobbly legs, his poison of choice affecting him more than normal, "I should just act like this is a good thing? That I didn't f*&k up and get the love of my life hurt? Yeah sure, part of the damn job. But that doesn't mean I can't feel like sh^t when it goes tits up and I'm left alone due to my own careless error."

The apologetic look on Klaus's face was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. As if you had the ability to sense what was going on, calling from the hospital.

"Yes? [Name]." Klaus answered without hesitation, "Is everything okay?"

Steven felt his mouth go dry. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to hear your voice. Even if that meant you yelling at him for drinking this heavily.

"Unfortunately he..." Klaus stopped for a second before holding the phone out to Steven, "They would like to speak with you."

Holding the phone as if it were made of glass, "Steven, what are you doing? Please don't tell me you're drinking all the liquor in the house again. What's wrong?"

Two words, out of all that, two words broke the usually calm and collected man. He couldn't answer for his throat going dry, seeming to close up with the things he wanted to say. Broken apologies clouding his mind's eye.

"Steven? Hello?"

"Mi Amor..." His voice was hardly a whisper, "I... I'm just..."

Collapsing back onto the couch, knowing he wasn't making any sense, Steven tried to figure out what to say. How to word this without making you worry more than you already were.

"I... I suppose I'm drinking myself to death." He finally choked out, "I should have--"

"Steven Alan Starphase," Your voice was much sharper than normal, thought this was normal for when you'd scold him, "Don't make me come home and put you in a headlock. Broken leg or not, I'll do it."

"No, please." Sobering up with only a little coaxing, "Just... stay in the hospital. Don't strain yourself too much. I... I'll stop. I promise."

"You better, or I'll have Klaus drag you back here."

Steven glanced up at the confused and concerned man, politely staying out of the conversation until it was over. The darker-haired man chuckled slightly, knowing Klaus wouldn't do so without good reason.

Then again, how much he was drinking and why was probably enough for the over protective man standing in Steven's living room right now.

"I'll behave. I swear." Steven's weak smile was being threatened with tears, "Please, get some sleep. It's rather late and after everything-"

"I'm not the one who needs a lecture about getting rest." You scoffed, "But I'll see you tomorrow morning. And if you have bags under your eyes and alcohol under your breath..."

"I won't." Steven straightened up, "I'll be there bright and early, mi Amor. Te amo."

"Te quiero mάs."

Steven handed the darkened phone back to Klaus. Slowly explaining what you had been threatening him with while cleaning away the terrible coping mechanism. Much to Steven's surprise, Klaus let out a soft chuckle himself; off-handedly stating that he would do so upon your request. If only to get Steven to behave himself.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Klaus mikaelison NSFW alphabet?

I'm currently watching The Originals as we speak. I'm a whore for this man.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I genuinely think when this man is in love that he is the biggest sweetheart of all time. He would immediately tend to you and whatever you could need or want, even if it's just him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This may be duuuumb, but he likes your neck. He likes dancing his fingers down the expanse of it, or wrapping his hand around it. He also, given the state of his supernatural-ness, loved to tease you there, his fangs poking out a bit every time he'd leave heated kisses against the skin.

His favorite part of himself had to be his arms. The way they felt around your waist, how they'd look caging you against a wall or to the bed, he liked when you would grip his biceps, leaving crescent shaped nail marks in his skin that would heal quickly.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man is sinful, extremely so. And mean but like in a playful way. I'd be lying if I said that he didn't like to see his cum drip from your lips, the way it would look dripping down your skin driving him crazy. But he'd definitely be the type to break his tough exterior at the sight of you trying to get it out of your hair, all thanks to his bad aim.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Uh, yeah.

This man, I swear to god-

He's such a sadist but in like a gentle way with you. Like he genuinely doesn't want to hurt you one bit or make you upset. In fact, he probably coddled you a bit too much. But, he definitely as thought of dragging a sharp blade up and down the expanse of your thighs or your stomach, his tongue following in the blades wake to take in any drop of blood that you would give him. It was teasing to himself, to taste you but not enough of you, not as much as he'd like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes lol. That's all I'm gonna say.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loved when you would slide down onto his lap, straggling him as his back rests against the headboard of your lavish bed. He liked to help you ride him, his hands on your hips to meet your thrusts. He also loved that he could be close to you in this position, his chest pressed against yours, his lips gently kissing yours.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I do wholeheartedly believe that he does have a softer goofier side. I know he's shown it a few times but with you it was unapologetic. This man would be cracking jokes and flirty comments 24/7 with you and in the moment, that would not change.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well, over the years he had tried a plethora of things. But with today's modern technology he really figured out that he really liked spending the shit ton of money on expensive trimmers lol.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loved to feel utterly close to you at all time outside of the bedroom so you could only imagine how close he'd want to get to you in the bedroom. He loved you more than anything and he loved making you feel good, it made him smile just knowing he could give you what you needed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to do it, probably more than a healthy amount. Being a hybrid, he'd feel those urges more than the normal human and that's saying a lot. But when he met you, his sex drive seemed to mellow out a bit, realizing he craved plain intimacy with you more than anything.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The knife thing. I'm telling you. It's what he dreamt about and one day he would chalk up the guts to actually confide in you about it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In your bed or in your shower. He liked the convenience of having sex in the shower, loving the feeling of being inside of you with the warm water dripping down between you two. He liked that it was so easy to do it while you guys were getting ready for your day, finding time to relax into each other for a bit.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your existence.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He didn't want to make you cry unless you were crying out from unapologetic pleasure. So he didn't want to hurt you, he didn't like to slap you or get too rough with you. He wanted you to feel safe with him no matter what, especially in situations that were meant to bring you closer together.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

UH excuse me. This man is never a giver when it comes to anyone but you. He would slip between your thighs for hours just to taste you. He loved it and he loved you and you felt this just by the feeling of his lips against you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He thrived on quickies. If he was having a bad day, sure, let's fuck. If he was having an emotion day and needed a healthy way to express it, let's fuck. Any reason he could come up with during the day or night, he would use it to have sex with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He didn't like the thought of anyone seeing you in anything less than what your normally would wear. So he didn't want to do anything in public, other than kissing you gently and holding your hand.

But if you requested to do something knew in bed or in the privacy of your own home, he wouldn't hesitate to do it for you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Are you kidding? This man could go ten rounds if you were up to it. He was always ready to go when it came to you, loving the feeling of your skin against his and the feeling of you kissing him. He needed it, he craved it, over and over again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nah, he's old fashion. Call it an age thing but he liked to use anything that was naturally given to him to drive you absolutely crazy. That didn't mean that he wouldn't appreciate the videos you would send him when he was away, the toy between your thighs keeping you satiated until he was home.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Have you heard this man talk or walk? He's a walking tease. It would be his favorite thing to do, loving getting you riled up and flustered before giving into what you want and need from him. He would say vulgar, forward things without hesitation or bashfulness, loving how you would avert your gaze and giggle nervously.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Deep, guttural moans. Like loud, groans and moans. He would definitely shiver a lot, shutter, gasp.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He always thought he would be insatiable, never stopping with just one woman. He had this hunger to keep moving and to switch it up so much that he never saw himself as a person who would be in a monogamous relationship. Until he met you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man wears brieeeeeeeefs.

I know it. He'd been through all of the different type of undergarments in the years and years of him being alive and this centuries briefs would be his favorite of all time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It would depend what would be going on with the supernatural world. If he was too stressed, it would be the last thing on his mind, just wanting to be close to you in a non-sexual way. But if everything was good, he'd on you in an instant, trapping you against the nearest wall and taking you as soon as possible.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very fast, he'd probably stay up with a book or sketchy before slipping off to bed. He would hold you until you would fall asleep and then roll over and busy himself.

[leossmoonn]

Lucky [Stefan Salvatore]

masterlist 

pairing - stefan salvatore x fem, human!reader

type - fluff, light smut

note / request “okay i have one, how about stefan gets super drink and is making super suggestive jokes on the reader and is flirting w her and she has to take care of him?” since stefan is a vampire i figured the side affects of being drunk would be different for him. he’s not so much like tired and can’t-walk-straight drunk, he’s more i’m-very-horny-and-annoying type of drunk lol. also i apologise if this isn’t very good. i was really excited to write this but it didn’t come together like i hoped. anyways, enjoy!

 summary - you take care of your boyfriend, stefan, when he gets drunk at a party

warnings / includes - language, mention of alcohol and anxiety, vomiting, very suggestive and flirty content, lots of kissing and making out, stefan being a cranky and cheeky little shit lol. this takes place after klaus has stefan become the rippahhh 

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*gif isn’t mine*

When Caroline called you, you didn’t think anything of it. You just thought that she was calling to try and convince you to come to the party at The Grill for the fifth time. When she started shouting at you about Stefan was when you started to get worried. 

“What did you say, Care?” You asked. It was hard to hear her over the music in the background. 

“One second!” Caroline exclaimed. 

You waited a few moments before Caroline spoke again. There was no sound in the background this time. 

“Sorry, I had to go outside,” she apologised. “It’s alright. Um, what’d you say about Stefan?” You asked. 

“He’s drunk and he needs you to come and pick him up,” she explained. 

“Oh,” you frowned. “Well, why can’t you drive him home?” “Trust me, we’ve tried, but…. but he only wants you.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across your face. “Oh, really?”

“Well, duh. You’re his girlfriend,” Caroline chuckled. 

“Right, right,” you nodded. You got up from your kitchen table, shutting your textbooks and putting them away. “Well, I’ll be over soon.” “Okay, thank you. Also, brace yourself for when you see him. Drunk Stefan is fun, crazy Stefan,” Caroline warned. 

You chuckled and went to put your shoes on. “I bet he’s not that bad.”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised. Anyways, I’ll see you soon,” Caroline said. 

“See ya,” you hung up the call. You set your phone dying, tying your sneakers. You grabbed your jacket and car keys, about to make your way to your car, but your mom stopped you. 

“You going to the party?” She asked. “Um, not exactly,” you started. “Stefan needs to be picked up.”

“Oh, why? Is he okay?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Yeah, he’s just had a little too much to drink,” you explained. 

“Hm, alright. Well, if you need any help, call me. I know how drunk, horny teenage boys can be,” she chuckled. 

“He’s not like that, Mom,” you shook your head. “I know, I know, but you never know,” she tsked. 

You gave her a small smile, “I’ll see you later.”

“Text me if you’re staying over at his place!” She reminded. 

You nodded in reply and opened the garage door, stepping out and heading to your car. You drove to The Grill, your anxiety spiking as you thought of what Caroline meant. You had known Stefan for almost three years and had been dating him for five months, but you had never seen him drunk. Sure, you’ve seen him tipsy because all Damon and he did for fun was drink, but he always kept his ground. You hoped Caroline was just overreacting. 

You parked in the parking lot of The Grill, hopping out of your car and entering the restaurant. You were met with eardrum-rupturing music and the scent of sweat and alcohol. You smiled and greeted a few friendly faces before looking for Stefan. As you walked through the ground, a hand grabbed your forearm. This caused you to jump and spin around your heel, holding up your fist in defense. 

“Whoa, calm down. It’s just me,” Jeremy chuckled. 

“Oh,” you chuckled and put your fist down, relaxing your body. “Sorry, you just never know.”

“No worries. I take it you’re here for Stefan?” Jeremy asked. “You are correct, Jer,” you nodded. 

“He’s playing pool,” he said, leading you over to the back of the room where the rest of your friends were. 

You furrowed your brows as Stefan looked pretty normal and relaxed. He actually looked like he was having fun for once. Just as you began to think Caroline was exaggerating, Stefan then drank three shots at once and jumped on top of the pool table. 

“O-Oh,” you gasped, your eyes widening in surprise. 

“Yep,” Jeremy sighed. He then went in front of you, giving you an encouraging, sarcastic smile. “Have fun!” Jeremy then fled the scene, walking over to a table of girls. 

You rolled your eyes and looked back at Stefan, sucking in a breath as you saw Damon and Caroline struggling to get him off the table. You decided that you should go up and help them. 

“Oh, thank God!” Caroline exclaimed as you walked over. 

“Hey,” you smiled at them. You looked up at Stefan, giving him a soft, caring smile. “Hey, you.”

Stefan looked down, grinning from ear-to-ear once he saw you. “Y/n! You’re here!” He jumped down from the pool table, engulfing you in a tight hug. 

You let out an ‘oof’ as you were pulled flush against him. You wrapped your arms round him nonetheless and hugged him back, burying your face into his neck. Your eyes fluttered close as you breathed in his scent. It masked the smell of the sweaty, intoxicated teens that surrounded you two. Stefan pulled away after a few moments, his eyes meeting yours.

“You look so pretty,” he muttered, his hands coming up to cup each sides of your face. 

You smiled, “Thank you. Now, c’mon, I’m here to take you home.”

His head started to shake furiously. “No, no. Let’s stay. Let’s party. Let’s have fun.” As he said the last few words, one of his hands went from your face to your waist. He gripped your side, pulling you impossibly closer. As his hand stayed cupping your cheek, his head dove down to your neck where he started to kiss the area under your ear. 

You gasped softly, your eyes fluttering close as him kissing your neck made your skin tingle. You put your hands on his chest, though, pushing him back slightly. You looked him straight in the eyes, letting him know that you didn’t come to play. 

“We can have fun at home.”

“No, we’re just gonna go to bed,” he whined. “And would that be so bad?” You chuckled. 

“Yes because you look so fuckable right now,” he growled. He hooked his fingers in your belt loops, pulling you close to him once again. Your hips met and you gasped as you felt his hard on through his jeans press just next to your core. 

“Stefan,” you protested. He looked up at you with big, green, innocent eyes. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”

Heat rose up your neck and you felt like the whole room was watching you. You definitely knew all your friends were. 

“We’re in public. We can’t do this,” you shook your head. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private then,” he muttered. 

Before you could speak, he took you in his arms and sped you out of the restaurant. Your back hit your car once you stopped.

“Sorry, did hurt you?” Stefan asked, concerned eyes looking over you. 

“Not, but-” you started, but Stefan cut you ooff by kissing you. 

You melted into him, kissing him back with the same amount of need and passion. Your hands went up to his hair, entangling your fingers in his soft locks. Meanwhile, Stefan’s hands roamed your body. His left hand went down to your ass as his right slid under your top, running the pads of his fingers across your skin. He gripped your ass as his fingers went up higher to your bra.

“U-Oh, Stefan,” you gasped in-between kisses. 

“I missed you tonight,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“I missed you, too, but you’re drunk. We can’t do this. Especially not against my car,” you sighed, pulling back from him once again. 

He frowned, “But you’re so pretty. I just want to kiss all over your beautiful body.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to slow your racing heart. All the sweet talk and kissing made you very flustered. “Thank you, Stefan. I appreciate it, I really do, but you’re drunk.”

“I can smell your arousal though,” he stated, his fingers coming down your bra to your legs. He ran his fingers over the front of your jeans, pressing down just ever-so-slightly. 

“A-Ah!” You squealed. Stefan gave you a satisfied smirk as he pressed down further. More wetness pooled between your legs as he was pressing down on your clit. 

“See? Now, tell me you don’t want to do anything.”

You looked him in the eyes, your pupils dilated and full of lust. It took everything in you to shake your head. Because as good as it felt to have his hands on you, you knew that having drunk sex with him was not the best idea. 

“I do, but,” you said sternly, “Not right now.”

Stefan hands fell to his side immediately. He stepped away from you, “Then what do you want to do right now?” 

“Get you home and in bed,” you stated, reaching for your keys that was in your pocket. 

“But that’s so boring! Can we at least, like, make out?” “Nope,” you shook your head. 

“When did you ever get so mean,” he pouted. You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I am not mean. I’m being responsible.” “Being responsible is boring!” He objected. “That’s not what sober Stefan would say,” you remarked, turning to open the door. 

“Yeah, sober me is boring.”

“And it’s my favourite you,” you smiled, opening the car door. Before Stefan would say anything, you shoved him inside. 

“Rough, huh?” Stefan gave you a cheeky smile. 

You gave him a long eye roll, shutting the door and walking over to the driver’s side. You stepped in and started your car, ignoring Stefan’s burning stare. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” “Because I know you’re gonna try to butter me up and convince me to have sex in this car,” you explained. 

Stefan scoffed, “Pfft, what! I would never ever do that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t, lover boy,” you retorted as you started up the car. 

Stefan set his hand on your thigh as you started driving. You didn’t move it as this was something he did every car ride whether you were driving or he was, but once he started to inch his fingers up your leg was when you knew you had to say something.  

“Stefan,” you wanted. “Yes, honey?” Stefan asked innocently, stopping his hand immediately. 

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. You could not believe the games he was playing. 

“Nothing,” you muttered, paying attention to the road as you turned into the gates of Stefan’s house.  

Stefan grinned as he knew that you would let him get away with anything. As long as it wasn’t actual sex, of course. You both knew a little teasing never hurt anybody, and you both definitely knew you liked it, too. You parked at the entrance, getting out and walking to Stefan’s side. You opened the door, holding your arm out like chivalrous men did on dates. 

“Here you are, m’lady,” you grinned. Stefan’s rolled his eyes, “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” 

“Oh, I know.” 

You held his hand as you walked to his door, unlocking it and stepping inside. 

“I’m going to get some water for you and me, go upstairs and get changed,” you directed.  “Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, slapping your ass as you walked by him. 

You turned to him, scoffing and giving him a glare. He winked at you and made his way to the stairs. You shook your head with a flustered smile, going to the kitchen and getting a few water bottles. You got out your phone and texted your mom that you were staying the night. You then climbed up the stairs, entering his room and getting even more flustered once you saw him in his bed, the only clothing on him was grey sweats. 

“Like what you see?” Stefan teased, putting his hands under his head so his biceps were flexed.  

“Very much,” you nodded, walking over to him and setting the water bottles down on the nightstand that was next to his bed. 

Stefan put his hand on your waist, pulling you to sit on the bed. You complied and sat down next to his legs, putting your hands on his chest and tracing patterns over his abs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Stefan marvelled at you. His hands went up to your cheek, his thumb running over your cheekbone. You smiled and nuzzled into his hand, looking at him through your lashes.  

“And you seem to be a lot more sober now,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, vampires sober up fast,” he shrugged. “Oh, is that so?” You asked 

“Yep,” he grinned proudly. “So you don’t have a headache or anything?” You wondered. 

His smile faltered and he averted his gaze from you. You chuckled, “Thought so.” You grabbed a water bottle, opening it and putting it up to his lips. 

“Here, drink this. I’ll get you some Tylenol,” you said, beginning to sit up. 

“I’ll be fine,” he waved his headache off. “Stefan,” you frowned, “I know you’re immune to sickness and death and whatnot, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to headaches.”

“I’m serious, I’ll be fine. Stop worrying so-” He stopped speaking, closing his mouth immediately. He made a sour face, his eyes widening. 

“About to throw up?” You guessed. He nodded his head furiously, putting his hand up to cover his mouth. 

“Let’s get you to the bathroom,” you pulled him up, walking him across the hall to the bathroom. You both dropped to your knees and Stefan immediately started to vomit. 

You cringed, but rubbed his back nonetheless. “There you go. Get it all out.” Your hand went up to his hair and you twirled his hero hair in-between your fingers. You put your forehead against his temple, kissing his cheek to comfort him. 

After a few minutes of him throwing his guts up, he threw his head back and groaned. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t apologise. It’s all part of being drunk,” you kissed him on the cheek again. You then got up, pulling him up with you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You hummed, walking him to the sink. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded. 

You looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. Throwing up had taken a lot of his energy, and now he was all worn-out. He went to grab his toothbrush, but missed by a few millimeters. 

“Why don’t I do it for you,” you stated more than suggested. 

“No, no. You’ve done enough tonight, take a break,” he shook his head. 

You smiled, “It’s okay. I like taking care of you. It’s kind of my job as your girlfriend, after all.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess.”

You nodded and hummed in reply, turning him around so his back was against the sink. You took his toothbrush and and squirted toothpaste on it, stepping in front of Stefan and holding it up. 

“Open wide,” you sang. Stefan followed your orders and your stuck the toothbrush in his mouth, beginning to circle over the left side of his mouth. 

Stefan’s arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him lazily. You smiled as your hips met his. You leaned into him, switching the sides of his mouth that you were brushing after a minute. 

“Alright, time to spit,” you ordered. 

Stefan turned around, spitting the out the foamy toothpaste. He hung his head low to get some water to swish in his mouth to get the remaining toothpaste out. He sat back up and you put his toothbrush back on the sink. You grabbed a towel and wet it to wipe off the excess toothpaste that was on the corners of Stefan’s mouth. 

You straightened back up and went in front of Stefan, running the towel over his lips. You moved slowly, your eyes roaming his face. He looked so handsome, even when he was sweaty and slightly disoriented from just throwing up. Your eyes wandered up to his, his green eyes stared at yours back. The deep, unwavering eye contact both made you two flustered and nervous. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach while the tips of Stefan’s ears turned pink. 

You lowered the towel, placing it back onto the sink counter. Your eyes never left Stefan’s as you did so. Shivers ran up your spine as Stefan’s hand snaked up to the small of your back. He pulled your chest closer to his, leaving little to no room between your lips and his. 

“I thought you were all tired and tame,” you muttered, your eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“I’m never tired and definitely never tame when I’m around you,” he whispered, leaning in. 

You hummed in reply, fluttering your eyes close as you leaned up to kiss him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, taking a fist full of his hair and twirling it. You kissed him slowly and gently, each of you taking your time to savour the feeling and taste of the kiss. 

You pulled away after a few moments, setting your forehead against his. You licked your lips, staring into Stefan’s green eyes. 

“Let’s get you into bed,” you whispered. 

Stefan shook his head, a coy smile playing on his lips. Before you could scold and protest, he lifted you up from your waist and ran over to the bed. He threw you down, climbing on top of you. 

“Stefan!” You giggled. “What?” He asked. 

“We have to go to bed,” you said. “We are in bed,” he gestured to the pillows. 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop being a wise ass. You’re still drunk, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“I’m half-drunk,” he shrugged. “Really? That’s the best you could do?” You snorted. 

“You know me, anything to be able to have sex with you,” he grinned. 

“Mhm, well, nothing can sway me and you know it.” Stefan looked into your eyes, studying you for a little. He knew that no matter how much kissing, touching, sweet-talking he did, you wouldn’t give in. He decided to give up and cuddle, which was honestly what he needed after a long, tiring night. He got off of you, laying on his back. 

“Seems like you’re learning,” you remarked. 

“Well, I know that if I’m good, I’ll get a reward later,” he quipped. 

You chuckled, turning around so now your face was met with his. You propped yourself on your elbow, putting a hand on his chest. 

“You’re lucky, you know?” You said. 

“Yeah,” he sighed with a smile, “I know.” “Yeah, well, so am I,” you smiled, moving closer to him. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and laid back down on your back. 

Stefan rolled over and he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle. You smiled contently and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Stefan mumbled. 

“No problem. I love you,” you said. 

“I love you, too,” he sighed, closing his eyes and falling asleep. 

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Some Help

Prompt: Y/N gets back from a fight, she hasn’t shown Klaus her wings yet so when she needs help getting shrapnel out of them she calls for Rebekah. Rebekah isn’t home so Klaus comes to answer Y/N’s cries for assistance.

Word Count: 1705

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Warnings: Blood, Angst, Swearing, Non canon character

You had just gotten home early from Prom night. You got in a fight with a nasty witch and you managed to take the fight outside with no casualties. Unfortunately, he had one upped you and sent metal shrapnel flying at you. The wings managed to take the most of the blow so the rest of your body was relatively fine save a few cuts and deep colored bruises. Stumbling into your room, you headed for the bathroom where you stripped out of the dress clumsily. Blood spatters ruined the sea green chartruese gown. You felt weary, slipping into some pajama shorts and black crop top bra. Dragging your feet you set yourself down on the sofa in your room. Suddenly you made your wings appear as you sat up and studied them in the vanity. Blood streaked down the feathers, and you began plucking out all the pieces of metal. Wincing, the first piece came out and it gave a clank as you tossed it on the vanity counter. 20 minutes later you were starting to work in the areas closest to your shoulder blades which were near impossible. The amount of pain you were in had you sweating and feeling delirious. At this rate you were going to pass out if you didn’t have some help. 

“REBEKAAHH!” You yelled. You knew with her super hearing she would be able to hear you even in your weakened state. Silence.

“Rebekaaaaaah!” You groaned, leaning your forehead on the back of the sofa, your arms bracing you from collapse. Tears ran down your face and blurred the figure who knocked on the door.

“Rebekah?” You questioned.

“Not quite, love.” Answered a rich, honey accented voice.

Klaus. Your heart started racing, you couldn’t let him see you like this. He would think you were some kind of freak or monster. God I just need Rebekah.

“Where’s Bekah?” You rubbed your forehead.

“She’s still at the prom dance. What do you need?”

“Some help.” You sighed and Klaus went silent for a moment.

“Perhaps I could be of some assistance? Rebekah will be gone for a few more hours.”

You shook your head and groaned. I can’t last a few more hours.

“Y/N?”

Come in.”

Stepping in, Klaus gave an audible gasp at the sight. Here it comes. He’s going to say how horrific I look, what a beast I am. But no biting comments came, rather he was crossing over to you swiftly as he admired your beauty. His hands traced over your blood covered skin like he was afraid you would break any moment.

“Dear god, love. What happened to you?”

“Got in a fight with a witch and he put metal shards in my wings.” The hybrid growled hearing that.

“I need help getting the pieces out I can’t reach.”

“Alright, sit forward a bit darling.” He climbed onto the sofa behind you. His presence was a comfort, his heat and smell giving you a sense of security in the pain you were enduring. 

“Here we go,” he warned and pulled a piece out. You hissed and Klaus put one hand on your back to still you as he continued to gently pull little pieces out of the feathers. You groaned and shut your eyes tight as nausea overwhelmed you. 

“I’m sorry love, only one more to go.”

“It’s- AAAAAAAHHHGGG!”

Klaus had taken the opportunity to wrench out the largest piece near your shoulder blade where your wings joined your body. Tears streamed down your face as your scream filled the room. You made your wings vanish from sight, not able to bear another moment of Klaus’ view. Leaning back to collapse, Klaus cradled you in his arms as you sobbed. He planted a kiss on your forehead and softly apologized over and over for causing you so much pain. 

“Y/N, you need to take a shower.”

“I don’t think I have the energy to stand that long and I don’t think you’ll want to get in the shower with me.” 

Mentally Klaus countered your statement as he would like to but considering the circumstances it wouldn’t be the right time.

“Then I’ll help you to the bath.”

You nodded slightly. He was right, you needed to get all the excess blood off your body before you could fall asleep properly. Klaus went into the bathroom to start the bath while you got undressed. A few minutes later you walked into the bathroom to find a bathtub full of bubbles. The sight made you smile a bit, it was almost kid like to see all the foam. And it smelled like roses, oh heavens it looks amazing. Klaus turned and covered his eyes as you slipped out of the robe and into the sea of foam. 

“You’re good to turn around now.”

Klaus turned and smiled at you. You looked like such an angel sitting there in the tub. Your bare skin attracted him like no other but he had to stay focused on the task at hand. Getting you cleaned up. Klaus grabbed a sponge and started helping get the blood off your back.

“Love, I’m going to need you to show me your wings again.”

There was a silence as you processed his request.You didn’t like that he had to see your true form but he was right. You had to clean the wings and you couldn’t do it without some help. 

“Okay,” you said softly.

You focused your eyes on the suds as a whoosh sounded and your wings appeared. Klaus was speechless once again, his mind so wrapped up in you.

“This might hurt a bit.” Klaus warned. 

And he was right, your wings stung as the sponge made contact. Klause watched as a mixture of water and blood dripped from your feathers into the water, creating swirls. For the next half hour, Klaus remained by your side helping you wash off. Finally, once almost all the bubbles were gone, and Klaus deemed you clean, you were able to get out. Klaus gave you his arm in support so you could get out and he respectfully looked away to give you some sort of privacy, no matter how minute. 

“Do you need any help getting dressed?”

“Actually, yeah.” You blushed.

“Let me get you some pjs.”

“Middle drawer. You motioned with your head. In a flash, Klaus was back with your favorite graphic t shirt and comfy pj pants.

“I can get the bottoms, I just can’t quite get my arms high enough for the top.”

Klaus nodded in acknowledgement and turned around to let you get half dressed. He smiled a bit upon hearing the towel drop to the floor.

“Alright you can turn around now.”

Klaus turned to see your back facing him. You still felt shy about showing Klaus everything. A girl would normally dream about being stark naked with her crush but this just felt different. You felt so exposed in this weak moment. With your wings out of sight, Klaus could now see the already fading scars on your beautiful skin. He stepped forward and gently touched your back as if you would disappear if he wasn’t careful enough. He hadn’t realized how long he had stood there mesmerized by you until you cleared your throat.

“Um, Klaus?”

“Hmm?” He shook his head, his mind registering that he still held your shirt in his other hand. 

“You ok?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Apologies, I just got lost in your beauty for a moment.”

You laughed nervously and looked at the ground to hide your furious blush.

“Here,” Klaus said gently and brought the shirt over your head, sliding his hand down your arm. Goosebumps raised on your skin feeling his soft touch. He helped lift your arm and then tracing his fingers across your back he moved to the next arm. Pulling your shirt down slowly, it teased him and hid your body from him once again. You turned around to face Klaus and for a moment you stared deep into his eyes. He grinned at you, dimples appearing on his stubble covered cheeks. Leaning forward you wrapped your arms around his torso, taking in his warmth and calming scent. He hummed and you felt his chest vibrate. It made you smile and gave you butterflies rampaging around in your chest.

“Let’s get you to bed, love.” 

Stooping down he picked you up bridal style which made you gasp in surprise. Walking over and setting you down in bed, he covered you up with the soft blanket. He turned to leave before you stopped him.

“Klaus?” He turned around, his face poised in question.

“Will you stay with me?”

“Of course.” he smiled and went to sit down in a plush chair.

“No, Klaus.” you lifted the covers and patted the bed, “With me.”

Klaus’ face broke out in a beaming smile and crawled into bed with you taking the covers up with him. You sat up slightly to let Klaus slip his arm around you and you hummed in content upon feeling him against you. You both rested in quiet comfort and peace until you broke the silence.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” You asked quietly.

Klaus pulled you in closer and tilted your chin up to meet his frowning face.“Not one bit, love. And don’t ever let anyone tell you that you are.”

Your face scrunched up and you could feel a silent tear roll down. Klaus rubbed his thumb over your cheek to whisk the lone tear away. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, you are absolutely stunning. Sweetheart, you are a shining star that out glows all the others, you are a gift from the heavens. Your mere presence is as calming as the roaring tide of the sea. Your smile brings joy to all who witness it and your laugh is the most beautiful song that everyone wants to sing along to because it is so contagious.”

Another tear fell down your cheek, but this time from peace. You scoot closer to Klaus until your head was resting on his chest. You closed your eyes as he started to play with your hair.

“I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson,” you whispered.

And with that you were asleep. Klaus felt stunned and elated at your words. He ran his fingers through your wavy hair and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“And I love you, my sweet angel. Sleep well.”

You smiled in your sleep feeling his chest vibrate against you. 

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When The Past Follows

Requested by Anon: Hey I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a supernatural x the originals fanfic. Maybe the reader grew up with the Winchesters and both her and Dean have unexpressed feelings for each other so when they go to New Orleans for a case and a secret past relationship with Klaus comes to the surface things get...well...complicated.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, mentioned previous Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, cocky Klaus

Words: 2,013

Summary: (See Request)

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Some Years Ago . . .

“I love you.”

“I love you too...but-

“But what.” His words was not a question, but a command. A command to know her reasoning.

“I...I told you...I’m good to mess around, be involved but...” her hand caressed his face gently. The man leaned into her warm, soft skin, closing his eyes as a crestfallen look slid upon his face.

“Don’t say it-” he breathed softly.

As much as she wanted to comply to his request, though it was more of a demand, reality was the giant hurdle she simply couldn’t jump over. Going around would be cheating and running into it would do nothing to affect anything positively. Her only choice was to give up, for she’d tried and tried to jump over it for so damn long, her legs felt as though they were about to give out.

The moment was almost poetic, in a depressed, melancholy way. A single tear slipped from her eye before she sniffled and tore her hand from his face. “I have to leave soon. One of the consequences to that is that I can’t afford to fall in love. Not now, probably not ever. Especially not with someone...like...like...”

“Like me.” His eyes opened and the softness faded from his blue orbs. The feeling of tenderness no longer filled the air around them.

“No- not like that! It’s-”

“Yes, like that. If that’s how it is, if you believe I’m like the ones you hunt...so be it.”

The waterworks did their job and the dam broke, for she was unable to stop herself. “What? I-”

“Leave,” he hesitated, but not for long, turning his back on the woman he once loved, “before I tear your throat out.”

Present Day

“Where are we?” Y/n rubbed the tiredness out of her eyes, just waking up from a long nap that had lasted most of the drive. The last thing she remembered was curling up in the backseat and closing her eyes. Now, the car was somewhere new. It was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“On our way to New Orleans. We have a mission, remember?”

“Name sounds familiar.” She sighed, still stuck on digging through her memory. “How long until we stop?”

“Not that long, sweetie.” Dean assured her. He met her eyes through the mirror, a chuckle erupting from his throat when she raised her brow to the nickname. “We’ll wake you when we get there. You should rest some more.”

It took one second for her to shut her eyes and drift back into unconsciousness. This time, though, her sleep was not as pleasant. Somewhere, deep inside her, she knew what lied in New Orleans. And that part of her dreaded what was to come.

They arrived at a mansion of sorts, parking in the closest spot they could, which was hard due to the rowdy street. The Winchester brothers found it amusing, the cheeriness of the natives, the tourists itching to see every bit of what they thought was some normal place. Y/n, however, made the connection the second she laid eyes on the French Quarter.

“C’mon, we’re supposed to go inside this place.” Sam double checked the paper in his hand before nodding up to the gated mansion. Y/n’s eyes doubled in size, it felt like her heart dropped to her stomach.

“There?”

He nodded slowly but brushed it off as though she was simply making sure. A shudder ran through the three of them when they stepped onto the property. Everything felt off. The energy. The scent. The sight that greeted them;

Sam cringed, perturbed as the grotesque sound of fangs ripping into flesh became the only sound in the room. Noticing both the discomfort on the Winchesters’ faces and the uncomfortably familiar person they were staring at, Y/n took charge.

“Sorry to interrupt your meal, but we have some shit to do, and questions to ask.”

Klaus’ head turned, his body tense like a snake coiling to pounce on the oblivious little mouse. However, the second his eyes met Y/n’s, he relaxed, only for a second. Then his better-than-thou demeanor returned his infamous cheeky grin slipped upon his blood-stained lips.

“I thought I told you to leave, little mouse.” That’s what she was to him. Just another little creature for him to savagely drain.

What he didn’t know, was that over time, she became what was known as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, ironically. Spending most of her life with the Winchesters impacted her a lot, but after cutting Klaus from her life and spending more time with the brothers, she toughened up dramatically. “Yeah but then you hired us to rid ‘your city’ of some supernatural vermin, but the only vermin I see is you.”

“Feistier now, I love it. Pleasure to see you again, Y/n/n.” Rebekah descended from the staircase, a genuine smile on her painted lips as she greeted her old friend. “And you picked up some better friends. I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Better as in not Klaus?” She asked. Then Y/n met the man in question’s eyes and held a bitter smile. “Couldn’t agree more.”

“Finally, someone sees my point. Anyways, I’ll guide you to my part of the problem while Nik discusses his with the boys.” The blond was quick to pull Y/n away and up to her room, pulling out a drink before she would actually take her to see what was in the Mikaelson cellar.

Without Y/n, the tension had thickened. More specifically, the tension between the two men who had ever loved her. Dean’s unspoken feelings and Klaus’ romantic trauma were unbeknownst to each other, but Klaus was no fool. He could pick up on Dean’s feelings from a mile away, and he was feeling rather petty at the moment.

The mischief in this expression grew a dangerous amount. “You and I are the same, friend.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dracula.” He held the look of disinterest.

Klaus gave an acknowledging nod to Dean’s jest-like-quip. “Sure you do. While we are of different species,” he paused, the corners of his mouth nearing his eyes with each second the passed by, “we are interested in the same prize.”

Dean began to sweat, informing Klaus that he did indeed know the subject of the matter, but still, he avoided giving into the antagonizing hybrid. “Nice to meet a man who likes his sandwiches, right Sammy?”

“I- ...What?”

“No, no. While it would be nice to get a bite of her, taste her sweet blood, I find it wouldn’t be as appetizing to you as it is to me?”

Sam stepped forward, “Back off, dude. Dean isn’t a vamp, and Y/n isn’t gonna be your next meal.”

“That’s not quite what I meant...” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing and grin not yet faltering. “Sammy, is it?”

“It’s Sam to you.” Dean grumbled. “Look, Y/n can choose on her own.”

“Agreed.” Niklaus nodded. His lips were forming another word, but Dean interjected at record speed.

“But she has a brain, so don’t expect her to choose your fanged ass.”

“Dean!”

“Sam!”

“Enough.” Klaus’ playfully sinister expression dissipated into pure agitation. “It may be that she can choose with her own free will, but she has already chosen me once, who’s to say she wouldn’t be opposed to choosing me again?”

The hybrid’s cruel smile returned to his face as Dean visually tensed. Dean’s jaw and fists clenched. Had Sam not grabbed his arm, Dean probably would’ve swung at the cocky man in front of him. “We have some business to do, if you don’t mind showing us?”

“Ah, yes, right this way please.”

Rebekah’s, really Hayley Marshall and the werewolves of the Bayou’s, problem was solved, leaving Klaus’ to be taken care of before the three could return home. He drove them to some woodsy area, ushered them out of the car, and from then on, they walked. The four of them tried to stay together the best they could, but every now and then the group would drift slightly.

Another drift happened, Sam closer to Klaus who was leading the way. This was it. A free moment to ask. Dean had to take advantage of it. He neared Y/n cautiously before whispering in her ear, “Is it true?”

Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion. “Is what true?”

“That you and the Count,” he nodded his head in Klaus’ direction, “were up close and personal?”

“What?”

“Ya know... You guys were bangi-”

Y/n’s face scrunched, “No! I know what you meant- I just- Who told you that?”

“Mr. Wolf himself.”

Her expression morphed into one of rage. “What else did he tell you?”

Y/n grabbed Klaus’ arm, making Dean’s jaw clench and Klaus smile wickedly. She harshened her grip and planted her feat, telling him to stay behind with her. Dean threw a glance over his shoulder to Y/n but continued forward with Sam when she nodded reassuringly. 

“I see, you really aren’t opposed to more-”

She rolled her eyes and let go of his arm to turn and face him. Although Klaus’ grin grew at her actions, it fell when he was shoved backwards. “Why the fuck are you such a dick?!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, love. The worst of them all is what I’ve always aimed to be.”

“Of course you have.” Another eye-roll. She was tired of his bullshit. It followed her for years, then she finally had other things on her mind, but here it was again. “Just tell me, why on earth you would bring up our relationship out of the blue. You were the one who spat on my heart, were you not?”

“That’s hardly the case! You broke my own when you said ‘but’ after claiming to love me!”

Red clouded her vision. “I did love you! Just...” Y/n tried to calm herself. “Tell me why you did it.”

“Couldn’t help myself. Perhaps I was jealous.”

Y/n scoffed. “Jealous? What’s there to be jealous of?”

“You really don’t see it?” He chuckled.

“See what?”

“I think your friend Dean got the point pretty quickly.”

The gears grinded, a mere moment passing by before- “What?! No- He doesn’t... Does he?... Even if he does...why...” It wasn’t the only thing that clicked. “You fucking asshole! Is this why you hired us? To get a rise out of the man I love?”

“On the contrary, I do have a rather annoying problem with some supernatural being, however, like I said, I couldn’t help but watch the envy in your little crush grow with each story I shared.”

Y/n shifted on her feet, furrowed her brows, and sighed heavily. “Lets catch up then. But once we deal with it, I want out of your life, and you out of mine.”

“Wha-”

“I said, we’re doing what you hired us to do, and then we’re gone.”

“Ar-”

“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking sure, Klaus! I never wanted to come back here anyways. You hired us, we responded. You wanna know why I’m pissed right now? Well, for one, you threatened me when I said I had to leave, then now, you had the fucking nerve to pick on Dean the second you noticed his feelings towards me when I’m not yours to be jealous over. You riled him up over something I try to forget.”

Her words made him flinch, tears leaving his eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.” She took a second for her tone to sink in, then turned back toward the boys, who were becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. “We’re finishing our case. When we’re done, I plan on living a happy life with Dean by my side, doing cases with him and his brother, maybe having a kid or two, and never, I mean never this time, seeing you ever again.”

Then, with one final shake of her head, she ran off to join the Winchesters. To say her words were easy to take in would be bullshit. And, she sighed, Klaus was full of that.

[tooinlovewithfictionalpeople]

She’s my Wife - Five Hargreeves

Plot: Ruby comes to her husband’s rescue much to the surprise of the siblings

Five Hargreeves was scared.

He’d never admit it to the other, but he was.

The commission had managed to capture them when they were inches away from stopping the Apocalypse and now wanted them to spill how they were going to do so. However if the siblings told the commission their last hope of stopping the end of the world would be lost.

All of the siblings were shackled to a very cold slimy wall, restricting their movements to the point where they had to stay incredibly still. All were covered in some sort of blood, be it theirs or somebody else’s and all of them were exhausted and powerless.

For the first time, Five felt utterly weak.

He was the worst off out of all of them, with half of his face covered in blood that came from a large wound in his hairline, and a spilt lip that was still bleeding slightly.

“I am never listening to you ever again. From now on I am number one.” grumbled Diego. 

“Hey, if you hadn’t pissed him off, I wouldn’t have had to take charge,” Luther argued.

“And by taking charge you mean pissing him off even more?” Five butted in, also in a bad mood.

“Oh yeah, you can talk, they’re your ex co workers!” Allison scoffed.

“Hey guys, maybe we should just stay calm? And focus on getting a plan together?”

“That’s rich coming from the person who blew up the moon,”

“Just because you have an obsession with the moon-”

“Shut Up!” Five shouted “Two minuets from now the next commission member is going to walk in, torture one of us to death for information until we give up. Arguing is getting us nowhere.”

Klaus raised his hand “I would like to point out that I said nothing.”

“Shut up Klaus.” Luther said

“Hey, don’t speak to him like that-”

“Oh so now you're on his side!”

“I didn’t say that,”

Five put his head in his hands.

Suddenly the door opened and two men dressed in black suit holding a disturbing amount of weapons walked in, dragging a chair with them,

The chair was terrifying itself, it was made of wood with metal cuffs and restraints attached to it.

Man number one grinned “I think we should start with the supposedly deadliest assassin,”

Man number two nodded “Up you get Hargreeves, Fight back we kill your sister,” he pointed the gun at Vanya.

“Don’t do that, she’ll blow up the moon,”

“KLAUS.”

Five got to his feet shakily, ignoring his sibling’s pleas of not to hurt their eldest brother fell on deaf ears.

“You going to Kill me David?” he said looking at Man number two.

David looked slightly sorrowful. “Sorry Mr Hargreeves, I’m just following orders.”

Man number one grinned, showing yellow teeth.

“I’m here to have fun,” he laughed, pushing Five into the chair.

Suddenly a scream sounded from outside the door.

“What was that?” David looked around nervously. The first man shrugged.

“Who cares? There’s no-one we can’t kill,”

Klaus leaned forward to Diego “That man’s a psycho,” he whispered.

Another scream sounded but this time but this time it said something “She’s here -” before it was cut off with a bang.

“She’s here? What does that mean?” Diego asked “Who is she?���

Five started to laugh, which was a gruesome sight when you considered the amount of blood that was coming out of the poor guy.

“You guys are so screwed now,” he laughed.

At his words, more men poured through the door, all holding a gun, protecting the others in the room.

“Five what’s going on?” shouted Vanya

Five just continued smiling through the pain “She’s here.” was all he said.

From outside in the hallway a strong female voice was heard. “Where the HELL is my HUSBAND,”

Followed by a poor strangled scream and a large bang.

The assassins inside the room trembled slightly. “Do we have to do this?” one whined pitifully “She’s ruthless when angry.”

However they stood their ground, facing the closed door in anticipation.

Not that the steel door was much help, it was blown back with an unbeatable force.

The assasins stood their ground as the smoke cleared revealing the figure they were all waiting for.

She was beautiful, dressed quite formally in a white checked skirt and fitted black top she looked no older than her mid or late teens - and seemingly innocent with her hair pulled back in a messy braid. However her eyes held a world of anger - or perhaps it was the fact they were glowing red.

“Hello Boys.” her dark eyes swept the room “Seen my husband?”

They all shook their heads, praying that she would simply leave and not notice Five behind them.

But she did.

She saw his bloody, bruised face. She saw his shaking hands and tears he had hastily rubbed away in case anyone saw.

Any chance the guards had with reasoning with her was gone.

With an angry cry the girl waved her hand and all the guards disintegrated, leaving only a pile of grey dust where they were once stood.

“What just happened?” Allison was the first to respond, and immediatly regretted it as the girl turned her red eyes onto the other female.

“Who are you?” 

“It’s okay Rosalie, that’s my sister.”

Rosalie's eyes died down, returning back to their normal colour. She rushed to Five’s aid, carefully melting the cuffs away until they were nothing but ash.

“Free them first.” he whispered as she attempted to heal him.

“I can manipulate Particles.” Rosalie's explained to the group as she helped them break free. “When the Handler found me, she made me an assassin - which is how I met Five. We were - are- partners.”

“No offence because I’m sure you're lovely, but isn’t Five a little old for you?” asked Klaus.

Rosalie laughed “Benefit of manipulating particles is I can de-age them. It’s like mini personal time travel,”

After freeing the siblings she ran to where Five was sat, clearly exhausted.

Rosalie brushed his hair out of his eyes whilst she worked on the wound on his head. Five stared up at her, before feeling his eyelids get heavy.

“Close your eyes and I won’t make you coffee for a month.”

He opened his eyes with a frown.

“I've just been tortured and you are threatening me even more?” he huffed a laugh as the blood began to trace back to the wound.

Rosalie smiled “Damn straight. I have a reputation.”

“So do you need help finding your husband?” Asked Luther as he approached the two.

Rosalie frowned in confusion, her mouth opening and closing unable to form a response. 

Five groaned. “Luther you idiot I am her husband!”

“You got married???? Who would want to marry you?” was Diego’s response.

Rosalie grinned. “I know right, he’s a right weirdo,”

“Hey!” Five protested

She sat down on his lap, resting her head on his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

“But he’s my weirdo,” she laughed as he reciprocated her actions.

“That was sickening.” Diego commented.

“nonono it was cute!” Gushed the two sisters and Klaus.

“Us Hargreeves aren’t incapable at love after all!” Klaus did a little happy dance which Rosalie laughed at even more.

“I can see why you wanted to save them Five,” she said softly as she stared at the laughing family.

“Do you? Because I dont,” he said sarcastically, although there was love in his voice.

Rosalie kissed his cheek, stroking his hair softly. He sighed in content, resting his head on hers.

“Thanks for saving us,” he whispered.

“That’s what I’m for,” she replied.

Five smiled cheekily “And making me coffee,”

“Anymore of that Mister you can save yourself.”

[mantistog]

Can you do a part 2 of apex predator?? Pretty please 🥺

Honestly, I had so many ideas but I had to bring in the family dynamic. I just love to see Five handle his siblings questioning his choices. Also, definitely making a whole ass umbrella academy blog. 

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Yandere! Five Hargreeves x reader: Sickness. 

You wake up, noticing that you’re still wrapped up in Fives arms and an abundance of blankets. This alarms you in a way, as you have never once woken up before him. Not only that, but his breathing is slightly heavier than it normally is. You try to wiggle out of his hold as subtly as possible, but he just presses you tighter into him and mumbles something incoherent. You basically have to shove him and the blankets away to roll over and look at the clock, which you find that it’s much later than the usual time you get out of bed. Taking in a whiff of his scent, deciding to smell him up you already conclude that he is sick. Just to make sure though, you decide to put your hand on his forehead and you quickly remove it realizing just how hot he is.

You get out of bed, going to the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets, not finding a single can of soup. Five never was fond of it, but you just assumed you’d have some laying around. Then you take to the bathroom, not finding any medicine you know what to do with either. You decided to make him hot milk, which you know he won’t appreciate either but it’s all you can think of. When you return he is sitting up slightly, a hand pressed firmly to his head as he groans. You place the mug gently on the nightstand, sitting down next to the bed and putting your head on it and looking up at him worried. 

You really don’t know what you’d do with yourself if Five wasn’t here. It’s like you unlearned to care for yourself. Even simple tasks like heating that milk seemed like a battle. Five pats your head, but looks down at the cup in disgust. “I’m not drinking that.” You hiss, grabbing onto his arm aggressively, and he looks surprised as he reels back a bit. “You NEED to drink it. It will help!” You reason with him, pleading up at him with your eyes. He looks away, just the movement of his head making him tired. You know if you’d done this while he was completely normal he would have punished you. Maybe you liked him better sick.

There’s silence, as he slowly grabs the mug and chugs the warm milk. He lets out a disgusted groan and puts the mug back down. You smile at him, pawing at his hand in a sign of approval. He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the positive attention for once. “We don't have any medicine.” You inform him. He looks away like he has a secret, or maybe it’s regret. You can’t tell. “Yeah, I didn’t think it was safe to have any in the house.” There’s really no time to ask him what he means before he changes subject. “Can you get me the phone?” You nod, getting it for him. You’re silent as he puts in the number and the phone rings.

“It’s me. I’m going to need you to come over with some stuff.” You can hear static on the other end and talking, but no matter how much you strain your ears you can’t tell what the other part is saying. “I’m sick. I need medicine and.. Soup.” He says the last word with contempt and your nose scrunches up. You like soup. Maybe Five could learn to like it too. There’s some resistance but the other person finally agrees and Five hangs up after giving an address. Your address, you suppose. It’s not like he’s ever bothered to tell you. You can tell Five is less than pleased at having to let someone in, but you get giddy with the thought of seeing another living person for the first time in forever. 

Five grabs onto you, guiding you back into bed with him where you both cuddle up together. It’s way too hot, but Five seems to be shivering. You cuddle up to him closer, trying to provide him with the natural heat of your body. He starts fiddling with your hair, groaning in what you assume to be both annoyance and pain every once in a while. His mouth is constantly hanging open, as he breathes heavily. He coughs a bit before talking. “My sister is coming over with medicine. I expect you to behave yourself.” When he commands you like that, that’s when you hate him most. That’s when the thought of running away while he is weak grabs hold of you. But then he scratches you so gently behind your ears and you nod, knowing why you stay. 

You’re codependent. You need him as much as he needs you. So, when there is a soft knock at the door you sneak away, trying not to wake him. He doesn’t seem to notice or even stirr in his sleep when you detach yourself and walk downstairs and to the front door. You open the front door gingerly, peeking through the little opening in the door. There is not one, but three people standing there with multiple bags. They seem harmless so you open the door fully, eyeing them. The tallest woman, who is insanely beautiful might you add, looks confused and so does the small cute woman too. There is a guy behind them, who almost shouts at you before you lunge at him, putting your hand on his mouth. You make a shushing motion, and he seems to understand as you detach yourself.

 “He is asleep.” You whisper, and they nod seeming to understand. You step aside and let them in. They look around the house and it’s clear they’ve never been here before, even back before you moved in. You wonder if these people even are related to Five at all, from them not looking alike either Five or each other. You lead them into the kitchen, closing the kitchen door to dampen the sound. They all look at you so suspiciously, you get self conscious. It’s just silent, before the tall woman takes the initiative and puts the bag she has on the kitchen table. “We brought stuff.” She just says. You nod, walking over and looking into the bag.

You start to put it away, a large arrangement of canned soup and such. After looking around for a second she starts to help you. The guy has already sat himself down at your kitchen table, eyeing you as you move. “What are you?” He asks, and the short girl next to him turns to him, flabbergasted. “Diego-” She starts, but is interrupted when he talks again. “What?” He snaps at her. You have no idea how to handle this amount of hostility. Five might be aggressive, but he never snapped at you for no reason. There’s a thick silence in the kitchen, but luckily you’re saved when you can hear Fives loud voice basically SCREAM your name throughout the house. They all flinch, but you just rush back into your bedroom. 

You throw yourself onto the bed, hugging him close. “I thought you left.” Is all he says, holding onto you tightly. “Why would she leave?” Someone says from the doorway and Five shoves you away, looking at the intruder. “Vanya.” He simply says, looking at her. You just now notice how miserable he actually looks. His eyes are half lidded and red, his mouth hanging open slightly as he tries to get as much air as possible. “Didn’t take you long.” He simply says. She smiles. “I brought company.” Five is quick to reply. “Please, I don’t want any medicine Klaus has touched.” She laughs. 

“You didn’t tell us you had company already,” The guy, Diego, says, shoving his way past Vanya and into the bedroom with you. You’re almost scared Five will disown you in front of them, knowing how much he does not like to show his care or affection. But all he does is look at him coldly. “It’s not just ‘company’, it’s my partner.” You hide a bit under the covers, trying not to meet their eyes as they all stare at you. “You’ve never said anything about that.” The tall lady says. For some reason they all seem to have some hostility to Five now. “He sneers. “It’s none of your business.” Diego is looking around suspiciously, touching random trinkets. Vanya seems more confused than she seems suspicious. “How is that none of our business? We’re your family.” 

Five seems too tired as he rolls his head. “Can we take this another time?” He says, starting to get out of bed. He’s still in his sleeping clothes. “I just think it’s weird.” Diego says. Five shoves them all aside as you follow him back to the kitchen where he grabs a bag of medicine. You can hear them discussing something in the bedroom. “They’re catching on quicker than I suspected. I might have to take you to meet them all to satisfy them to not look further into this, but I don’t know if I trust you.” He says, chucking a glass of water and some pills. Your face falls. He has never really acknowledged that he knows taking you and keeping you away from everything was bad. 

“Why not?” You ask, something breaking in your bedroom making you flinch. Five doesn’t seem at all surprised or bothered. You guess he knows his siblings well. “I’m not blind, sweetheart. I see the looks. I see how much you want to leave me.” He says, and even if he is right your heart breaks a little. Seeing only one person for so long, might have made you slightly attached. One might even suggest that you had come to love him. It’s hard to find the right words, as he looks so weak and stands only with the support of the kitchen cabinets. “I don’t want to leave you, Five. I just want to leave. I just want to go out there.” His look softens. This is probably the first real conversation you’ve had with him about this. At least without him getting angry with you.

“It’s dangerous out there.” You sigh, not wanting to push him too far. “Although, when I recover from this we will have to go see them. Maybe if you can handle that.. The grocery store won’t be too bad.” You smile, and can’t help it when you throw yourself at him, planting kiss after kiss all over his face. Then you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He smiles deviously, knowing that he has groomed you right. Soon your relationship might even become more normal. 

Or as normal as he will allow it, anyways. 

[feralnumberfive]

The Rewatch Academy: Episode 6 of Season 1

“The Day That Wasn’t”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it’s funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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| 1x01 | 1x02 | 1x03 | 1x04 | 1x05 |

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☂ Klaus is lucky that he never got the briefcase shot up

☂ *Hears Klaus flush the toilet and talk* Luther: Oh good, you’re up

☂ Also Luther gave Klaus about two seconds to get up before hounding him again on getting downstairs

☂ Sounds like Tom’s accent slipped a little bit when he said “three days”

☂ Yeah they needed to have a family meeting right away and yet they took the time to go get coffee or at least order it and have it delivered

☂ “Old bastard” and “Our little psycho” 

☂ I still don’t get at this point how they wouldn’t believe Five. Look at him, he himself is evidence of his time traveling! He was gone for 45 years, but to them it was only 17. Either way they try to grasp at that, Five would look older if he made it back without messing up. He knew about their father’s death without anyone telling him. I really think all the mistrust comes from the way he looks and the way he acts (they obviously believe he’s just crazy right now)

☂ “What did Five even see?”

☂ Also throw back to 1x02 and I didn’t realized this until now but Five doesn’t have his tie

☂ I know it’s for the title card gag but no one questions the random umbrella falling and popping open

☂ I aspire to be as sarcastic as Hazel

☂ So where exactly is The Commission HQ at? Is it a random location in the real world? If so then wouldn’t normal people happen to stumble upon it? What about their location in space in the comics? Is this in space?? All we know is that it’s in/based off of the year 1955

☂ “I’d like to discuss the logistics of my family’s safety at your earliest convenience.” He cuts right to what’s most important to him. No “How will you stop the apocalypse?” or “What’s my job?” and even “How will my body replacement work?”

☂ Five sounds almost like he’s snapped back into a work mindset. He's suddenly polite and calm with The Handler. Maybe being back in a work environment has made his brain automatically switch into being more professional. However he might also be acting this way to try to throw her off of him being antsy with a plan

☂ Here's some Commission posters shown throughout 1x06

☂ One of us, one of us, one of us-

☂ So basically The Commission makes up history? How do they know what to do and when to make something happen? How do they know it’s right? And what’s The Commission supposed to do when the world ends? Haven't they already fixed stuff in the past or are there just continuous time loops so they need to make sure things happen over and over again? If multiple historical events happen with multiple ways they are made, then which one gets to be in the original timeline??

☂ Dot: No hard feelings! 😁

Ma’am does it look like he’s going to accept that

☂ Wait why are Hazel and Cha-Cha considered the best Temporal Assassins if Five was/is the best?

☂ Well Five has the job of taking down the Hindenburg again but this time from behind a desk. So it’s possible to accomplish “corrections” without actually having assassins do the work. So I guess there’s just so many timelines that they need to fix every single one of them over and over? That sounds like a pain in the ass

☂ TUA portraits!

☂ Y’know I have to agree with Allison on this one. Vanya was left out, however she’s offering to talk with her about the important family matter and Vanya is just denying it. I get she’s upset, but her sister is offering to include her. After Vanya leaves Allison immediately wants to go after her to talk with her. On the other hand Allison should have told her it was an emergency meeting and that they didn’t have the time to ask Vanya to join them

☂ Klaus seems genuinely concerned/upset for Vanya

☂ “We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse. Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids.” Wow spot on, Luther! I can’t believe they actually included foreshadowing for both apocalypses (even though technically it was a chunk of the moon, not an asteroid.) I wonder how much foreshadowing for S3 was put into S2.......

☂ I know it’s big joke about Luther and the moon, but the poor guy just really believes that he was on the moon for an important reason. I mean if I were in his shoes I would believe him too since he had to send a lot of daily updates and samples

☂ “Klaus shockingly has a point. What gives us a win this time?” Shhhh careful Diego, he’s right behind you

☂ Luther is initially the only one onboard with Five on trying to stop the apocalypse. All the others want to go off and do their own thing before the world ends. He tries to get The Umbrella Academy back together to work as a team, but his leadership skills are now severely lacking. Do people *cough cough* mainly people who hate him *cough cough* overlook Luther wanting to also get his family together to stop the apocalypse with his family? Definitely. 

☂ “We need the full force of the Academy to stand a chance.” Well golly gee, Allison, what did did Luther just try to do? Was that not him trying to round up all of The Umbrella Academy to stop the apocalypse? 

☂ Even though Vanya is ranting, how does she not hear all the creaking metal and shaking cars?

☂ *it’s sunny around them but just the block they’re walking on is rainy until she calms down* “ThAt’S a CoInCiDeNcE.” 

☂ The hall floor and Diego’s floor are so dusty

☂ It’s sweet that Diego wants Klaus to get clean in a safe way instead of going cold turkey 

☂ Dot, what does “utter silence” mean to you?

☂ “Look at you, deadly little thing.” You’re not wrong, but I don’t think he appreciates being called “thing”

☂ Such a smug smile

☂ So how does Five know all of this about Karl and his son? Does it talk about Otto never washing his hands in the file? That seems like an oddly specific detail but I guess in a case file it gives as many details as possible for the worker to figure out who needs to get assassinated

☂ There are a few cog references all relating to The Commission, so I wonder if this is a nod to “Teenagers” or if they’re just using this terminology

☂ Odd tattoos (sorry for the super blurry pic)

☂ “Can I ask you a cuckoo bananas question?” Hazel is such a fun guy

☂ “Wouldn’t it be nice to kill who you want for a change?” You mean like straight up unhinged murder? 

☂ The first time I watched this Hazel and Cha-Cha scene I for sure thought that Hazel was a dead man

☂ This scene just absolutely breaks my heart 💔

☂ *skips 25:24-27:42*

☂ Diego is just so accepting to everything Klaus is saying

☂ I’m sorry, are we suddenly on the set of The Phantom of the Opera?

☂ Diego, I think you’re forgetting a very important person in your life who you let down too who is also dead......(poor Ben can’t believe what his brother just said so he leaves)

☂ “Ordinary is not a word I’d use to describe you.” You’re right, it’s “Extra Ordinary” ha! Sorry Vanya, I had to use that joke

☂ Well at least we know Five ate a sandwich 

☂ How exciting! The same division that made a simple candy taste like a candy from the past, but technically it’s not the past since The Commission HQ is based in 1955, is building a human body! That sounds so promising 

☂ Sooooo whatever happened to Five’s new body? Is it just sitting in a lab somewhere?? Or is The Handler just lying about it to try to get Five to stay at The Commission?

☂ With the amount of time Five was staring at the suit, it obviously hurt him to know that while he has a new body within reach, he’s not going to get it because he’s about to leave

☂ “Course it’s a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet.” What is she talking about Reconnaissance aircraft? There was no mention of aircraft though so why would she bring that up? My closest guess is that she’s referring to strategic bombing in general, or even the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki

☂ It sounds like Five suddenly has a New York accent when he says “operator” when talking to The Handler about Gloria

☂ Fuck you, Veggie Tales Hargreeves

☂ *skips 36:47-39:48*

☂ Well there’s your hit, Klaus

☂ I love the camera moving with Klaus as he falls and the transition into Vietnam

☂ “Lock and load, Charlie’s away!” Wikipedia’s definition of a “Charlie” is  an American military slang referring to the Viiet Cong and North Vietnamese soldiers

☂ Klaus desperately calling out for a medic hurts my heart

☂ Well Luther if you had left then your body wouldn’t be the way it is now

☂ *fucking skips 45:41-50:00* 

☂ Ooooh I just really love the entirety of the “Kill Of The Night” scene! If you listen to the lyrics it’s about someone luring someone into a trap to get revenge because they messed with the wrong person (it’s also about love but we’re going to ignore that part). I personally believe it’s aimed at The Commission from Five because the entire time it plays he’s messing things up for them and in some way it’s like a little bit of revenge from him

☂ Why is Gloria confused on who Hazel and Cha-Cha are? Hasn’t she heard their names a ton of times especially since they’re some of the best assassins?

☂ How did Five know which tubes to put the messages in? 

☂ You can see at this part how Five immediately gets anxious and antsy. He has a wild look in his eyes. From this point onwards he’s constantly moving, shaking with energy, anticipation, and probably a little bit of anger

☂ “You’re a great disappointment to me.” That’s definitely not the first time he’s heard that

☂ “I don’t belong anywhere thanks to you. You made me a killer!” The first part of that stings. Obviously he feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere, but again I think has to do with the whole “good” and “bad” thing that’s going on. He feels like he doesn’t belong at home because he’s “bad” and has done a lot of dark stuff to get home (it doesn’t help that Luther voiced his acknowledgment of this  to Five and now he has that in his mind that Luther knows and somewhat views him as “bad”). Five 100% feels shame in what he has done, and definitely has an issue of coming back to his family with blood on his hands form what he has done. He doesn’t belong in The Commission anymore because he doesn’t want to stay there to do their dirty work to kill or give out kill orders. He’s done with that or at least wants to be done with that life.

The last statement though is Five taking his anger and guilt about being becoming an assassin out on The Handler. She brought him into The Commission, which in turn he became the best assassin across The Space-Time Continuum. It’s not something he’s proud of, and he never enjoyed killing (as much as I want it to be the DNA alteration I just don’t think it exists in the show or at least not yet). However The Handler replies with “You were always a killer. I just pointed you in a direction.” which you can immediately tell has struck a chord with Five. For the briefest second he looks taken aback and his eyes ever so slightly open wider in shock, whether he took that as the truth or just a terrible accusation isn’t exactly clear. Either way he doesn’t like being accused or hearing the truth out loud of always being able to be murderous, a killer. 

I believe it’s a mixture of The Handler just trying to get into his head and a combination of the truth. Reginald trained The Umbrella Academy to use brute force, but that doesn’t mean Five had killed anyone but he was definitely violent when it came to stopping bad guys (not to mention in the pilot script he was called a “Ruthless little war machine” after violently attacking and decapitating a bunch of mannequins)

☂ Diego: I’m going to go kill Hazel and Cha-Cha!........Riiiiight after I get done walking with my mom in the park

☂ He’s so happy to see Klaus again 

☂ ✨Gremlin✨

☂ Who exactly does Five owe a debt to? Maybe his family after accidentally leaving them and now he wants to save them? Or is it a singular person?  

☂ Ouch! Now that’s what I call a problem later!

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☂ Five using “Ya’ll” is weird to hear

☂ Five is talking to his siblings like he knows what’s been happening but in reality he’s rarely been at home so how would he know

☂ I love that Five doesn't even answer Diego at the end and instead just stares at his siblings 

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Feel free to comment or reblog with things you have noticed too!

[ohmyitsfaith]

Did I mention?

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: “Omg I just had the saddest idea (kind of haha).So with Number Five, something where he likes the reader and has been giving signals to her here and there, and then the day he works up the courage to ask her out she's a bit rude to him, but she was just having a bad day. But to him that was a bullet to the heart because he was already very insecure, so basically his hole week is ruined, and at the end she notices how sad he is and remembers her mistake. Just lots of fluff and cuddles from there.” -Requested by anonymous

Warnings: some angst

Word count: 1.9k

A/n: This took longer than I expected it to take. I started with one idea but then deleted the whole thing and changed the title and the idea lol. But I like the outcome, hopefully you’ll too!

Five was torn. He had no idea what to do. He was so lost and he lost hope too. He needed guidance but he had no idea where to or who to go to. He couldn’t go to Vanya… she was still depressed about losing Sissy. He couldn’t go to Klaus, he couldn’t give normal advice. His brother Luther was only in love with his sister, so he wants no advice from him. And Diego was still obsessed with finding Lila. So…

“Hi Five.”

He flinched at the sudden sound of your voice.

“Y-y/n!” he stuttered.

A confused smile made its way up your mouth and soon it reached your eyes. You were happy to see the boy, but to your recollection he never stuttered. You sat down next to him as he cleared his throat.

“Hi Y/n” he said, sounding much more collected.

“What are you up to?” you asked, the smile still evident on your face.

“Uh- uh nothing” he said, kind of panicked. “W-what are you up to?”

“Are you okay?” you asked with a giggle.

“Y-yeah! I guess…” he sighed, putting his face into his hands. “I don’t know…” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” you put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

“T-there… huh… there- there is a girl” he muttered.

“A girl?” you asked, shocked. “What girl?”

“She- she’s very… beautiful. And… she’s an amazing person…” he started.

“But?” a pang of jealousy hit your chest.

“But she’s blind! At least to me… I’ve sent so many signs her way and she either doesn’t see it, or… or she just doesn’t care” he sounded troubled.

“Tell me… about her” you said, even though you felt incredibly jealous.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Five, I can see that it’s troubling you. You’re my best friend and I could go to you when I needed help. Now I’m here to do the same” you smiled at him softly.

“Okay” he sighed, already feeling bad that he’s telling you about yourself, without you knowing that it was you and… “Well… she’s very smart and witty. Which is good, because she can always just hit me with a comeback. And she’s incredibly pretty. Like the “you can look at the sun but not her” type. She’s also very friendly. And nice. And sweet. She’s the whole package, you know?” he looked at you sadly. “And I love her so much…” he said looking at you, but then turned his head away. “But I don’t know how to tell her. I’m so scared that she’ll reject me… that I’ll ruin our friendship. She’s a great friend, but I wish she was my girlfriend.”

You thought for a few seconds, just looking at the boy. He looked so lost. Obviously, he never experienced something like this and now he was scared and confused. Your heart fell at the thought of him being with another girl, but then as you thought, you realized that you didn’t want him to be miserable. So you tried your best to give him a good advice.

“Look, I’m not an expert in romance. But… what I think you should do is… just try to talk to her, okay?” you sighed. It was hard for you. “Like… you said she’s a great friend, right? Just… try to ask her. I know, it’s hard… but… you’ll feel this immense amount of stress… just… dissipate. It’s… scary. But you’ll feel better. And… if she rejects you, she doesn’t deserve you.” you said. “You’re a great person, Five. Anyone would be glad to be your significant other. And I’ll always be here to help you. So if she rejects you, I’ll be here as a shoulder to cry on.”

Five sighed, looking at you with a sad expression. He then nodded and pulled you in a hug. You hugged him tightly, like if you let him go, he’ll disappear. Then you sighed and let him go.

“Come. Let’s get coffee to calm your nerves” you smiled at him.

“Thank you, Y/n” he sighed, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Any time lover boy” you joked and his smile grew.

The next day was horrible for you. Your anxiety was acting up and the thought of Five getting a girlfriend, who was not you, felt like a stab every time it appeared in your mind.

You grumpily made your way to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee for yourself. You sat at the table and looked at nothing in front of you.

“Good noon Y/n” Klaus chirped and you mumbled a hello. “Somebody is in grumpy mood today. Is everything alright my little friend?”

You looked up at him and if looks could kill, Klaus surely would be ten feet underground.

“Okay, well… I understand” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. “Oh, Five! Good noon!”

“Good morning Klaus, Y/n” Five said in his usual “everything sucks and you’re possibly the cause of it” tone. “I need to talk to you” Five whispered to you.

“Five! Would you like a cup of coffee?” Klaus asked.

“Y-yeah!” he waved his hand at his brother and stayed at your level. “Can we?”

“I don’t have time Five” you mumbled.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Everything is wrong, Five” you scoffed and stood up.

“Y-y/n?” he called after you.

But you didn’t even look back, just walked up the stairs, right into your room. You had no time or the mood for a talk with Five about some other girl. And you kept that mood for the whole day. Of course you felt bad for being mean to Five, but you couldn’t stop it. You had a bad day, it happened to everyone.

For Five that’s what caused a bad week. Not just a bad day, a bad week. From the morning when you dismissed him, he just avoided you. He felt heartbroken and just broken in general. He of course didn’t know that you had a bad day that day, in his mind he convinced himself that you found out about him loving you and you were so disgusted that you didn’t even want to look at him. Of course, he should’ve figured it out when after a day you were there and tried to talk to him, but he was too heartbroken for that.

So he avoided you. Whenever he entered a room and saw you there, he turned back. When you walked into a room he was in, he could’ve been doing anything, he abandoned that and went to find something else to do. Or when your paths crossed, he simply teleported out of the way and to the place he needed to be.

It was like a mouse-cat game and you were the cat, trying to catch him. You always saw his heartbroken expression and your heart ached for the boy. You didn’t know if this was because of the one time you were mean to him or if it was from a rejection from that girl he mentioned. However, you couldn’t even find it out since he never was in the same room as you.

The twist came on the day nearly a week after he started avoiding you. You planned all your move and calculated his. You weren’t sure if it was right, but you hoped it was. The day started in the kitchen. You walked in, saw him and when he saw you and went to leave, you blocked his path. As you calculated, he simply teleported behind you, but your hand was there to catch his arm. From then, he tried to blink out of your hold, but your grip was strong and he pulled you with him. You knew what to expect, so you didn’t let him go when the nausea hit you. He was shocked by how sternly you stood in front of him, still holding onto his arm. In his shock, he didn’t even try to blink away from you.

“That’s enough” you said, your voice strong and almost dominating. “This has been going on for a week. You’re going to tell me why the fuck you’re avoiding me and you’re going to tell me now.”

He blinked twice before sighing. He accepted defeat and grabbing your hand, he pulled you to his bed.

“Okay” he sighed.

His hands were shaking and his feet were bouncing. You could tell by the clear signs that whatever was bothering him and causing him to avoid you, was making him super anxious. You slowly put your hand on his, grabbing onto it and holding it to calm him.

“Is this about the girl you told me about?” you asked softly and he slowly nodded. “Did she reject you?”

“Yeah, I think so” he said.

“You think so?” you got confused.

“Y/n…” he turned to you. “That girl is you.”

You stopped breathing for a moment. At first your heart started racing, but then is sank in your chest as you realized that that day when Five wanted to talk to you and you dismissed him, he was trying to tell you this exact same thing. And you being rude to him, let him believe that you rejected him. Then you felt him start to pull his hand away. You quickly squeezed his hand, holding onto it as tightly as you could. You looked into his eyes and a soft smile tugged at your lips.

“Really?” you asked and he nodded. “You- you love me?”

His blood rushed to his face as he nodded again. A happy breath left your mouth as you put your hand on his cheek and turned it towards you. You smiled at him before pressing your lips to his. His breath hitched at the feeling but soon closed his eyes and deepened the kiss.

Your first kiss with him felt like heaven. You finally understood why people were so excited for their first kiss. It was simply amazing. Feeling the lips of the one you love on your lip, was one of the most amazing feelings in the whole world. As he kissed you more than once until both of you were out of breath and panting. Still, as he put his forehead to yours, you let out a giggle and he smiled at the adorable sound. You pecked his lips a last time before leaning your head on his shoulder, your nose digging into his neck. Your breath tickled his neck, but he just pulled you closer to him.

You ended up lying in his bed, with you practically on top of him. He didn’t seem to mind though, as his arms went around your waist and held you as close to him as possible.

“Did I mention that I’m in love with you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the calming quiet.

“And did I mention that I’m in love with you too?” he asked, his volume and tone matching yours.

“Please tell me this means we’re officially dating” you whispered.

“I thought that I made that quite clear” he let out a breathy laugh.

“Okay” you sighed and closed your eyes.

“Are you going to take a nap?” he asked.

“Maybe” you hummed. “Are you?”

“A nap sounds nice” he shrugged.

You lifted your head from his chest and propped yourself up on your arms. Five looked at you and you pulled yourself up more to be completely above him.

“I love you” you said, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips, which you kissed not even a second later.

You lay down and hugging each other, you slowly fell asleep.

[Masterlist]

[jamiedc-they-them]

All You Got (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: can i get hope mikaelson x reader where hope helps reader out of a rough time, maybe a depressive episode, B

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Was the sun shining through? You had no idea. All you knew was that, according to your beeping clock, it was time to get up and go to class. You sighed, just wanting the clock to stop so that you could go back to sleep once again.

Were you pathetic? Yeah, you were. You couldn’t even get out of bed; just lying there and hoping to fall back asleep. You knew that going was a bad idea, with the way you looked and the absolute fact that you hadn’t done the homework that was due, so that would just result in more ridicule.

You felt bad for…. fuck it, you’d forgotten the name. No, that was bad, you can’t just forget a name of someone trying to help you, fucking idiot.

You closed your eyes, hoping to go back to the land of nothing. Maybe it would be kind of ironic. Or maybe it would make everyone forget, that was the truth of it though; you didn’t deserve your family. None of them.

 “Hey, Hope.” Josie greeted, stopping by her friend who was sat on a table, looking at a book. It took a moment for your sister to realise who was there.

She rose her head, seeing Josie and smiled, “Hey, Josie.” She returned the greeting, but immediately went back to the book.  Josie looked at her friend with a puzzled look. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that she was looking at it desperately, looking over spells.

“Studying?” The Saltzman asked.

“Already did the homework,” She held it up for her friend and sister figure to see, “This is for Y/N.” There, now the cat was out of the bag.

`Hope….” Josie was cut off by said girl.

“He – He’s having another episode.” Hope’s voice trembled a little as she spoke. She knew you had been dealing with this for a while, but you were pretty much all she had left; she couldn’t lose you, the answer had to be in here somewhere.

“Hope,” This time, Josie closed the book. Hope looked at her friend with a pissed off expression. Now, if it were any normal circumstance, she wouldn’t even dream of doing what she had just done. But it was you, her best friend that just happened to be the brother of her other best friend. You both were family, so she would do this if the tables were flipped.

“Hope, we need to get him to see Emma.” Josie hated seeing anyone in pain; friends, lovers, crushes, anyone really. You had been out of action for a while; and, while she understood Hope’s worry and sisterly concern, there was a time and place for her to take charge.

“We can’t –” Hope was now the one being cut off.

“Emma can help him, Hope –”

“I can!” Your sister stubbornly argued.

“You can, I’m not saying you can’t. What I’m saying is that there is only so much you can do without someone else stepping in. You don’t Lizzie started those sessions on her own, do you? I helped her get them. He needs them.” Josie was begging at this point for her friend to see facts.

She didn’t, however, “We’ve been through this before, Josie. I know that you guys are here too if we need it, and I am appreciative of that, really. But I know what I’m doing here, ok?” It was almost as if those words were meant to try and trick herself into believing them.

“Hope,” Said girl turned to the teacher, “I need you to talk to your brother as soon as you can, please. He’s been missing out on a lot of classes and essays.

There was rage for the woman. She, rationally, knew that the woman wouldn’t really know unless someone told her. But, still, you were going through something, and the teacher was acting as if it was nothing.

Josie, however, seemed to know that her friend, once crush, now sisterly figure was about to fight back. She put a hand on her shoulder and spoke to the teacher instead of Hope, “We will, thank you.” Her words seemed to satisfy the teacher, as she nodded and then walked away.

“He hasn’t been out of his room?” Hope asked in concern. She could’ve sworn that she had seen you in lessons. Then again, she was hardly awake herself in them, what with saving the world and your friends and all.

“Not in a few days, no. Lizzie and I have been bringing him so food. But…we don’t know if he’s eaten it. It’s gone when we come back, so something with it happens.” Josie said, although in a slow pace, trying to gage the reaction of her friend.

“God. Ok, I’ll go see him –”

“Hope, no! He needs more than that, he needs someone like Emma.”

“Yeah? Look how well that went for me, huh? Miss Nihilism was my name whenever I spoke to her.”

“She didn’t give you that though –”

“Yeah, but she said I always came in with that attitude. I’m not subjecting Y/N to that too. Not when he’s going through this.” Josie went to say something but stopped herself. She knew that this would just end up going in circles, and your recovery was what mattered; even if the pair disagreed on how to make that happen.

“Is the door locked?” Hope questioned.

“I think so, but you both have spares remember?”

“I know. Look, Josie, I appreciate this, but I will make sure Y/N is fine, ok? I promise you.” And, with that, your older sister left to find you.

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Josie was Hope’s best friend, and with that came a deep level of trust. Both sides knew that the other had their back no matter what and their best interests at heart. But that came with some crossed lines and some things that the other would be mad about.

This was one of those things.

Josie knocked lightly on the door of her father’s office, waiting until she heard the welcoming words before she entered.

“Josie, what’s going on?” The father asked with a smile. However, upon her dejected and uneasy look, the smile dropped, “What’s going on?” He asked.

 “Y/N, it’s me.” Hope didn’t get any response. She knocked again, getting the exact same response. She went to do it again, before she remembered the spare key. She pulled it out of her pocket, looking at the door one more time.

She then put the key into the door and turned it until she heard the click and the bump of the door unlocking. The door then unlocked.

Opening the door, she was met with darkness, other than the very small amount of light from the window. She moved her hand to the light switch, turning it slightly so there was a bit of light, but not a blinding amount.

That was an adjustment to your room that Lizzie had asked for, which she knew that you both appreciated. As much as she could snap at you guys, you were her friends. With the way Alaric treated you both and all you had gone through as a group; you were basically family.

Hope was silent in her entry of the room; she saw your figure still in bed. Your room was a mess, but that was understandable.

She was silent as she picked up one of your fallen trousers, folding them up and then putting them back in the correct draw. She was silent as she picked up a shirt and shook to try and get rid of some of the creases, before hanging it up in the wardrobe.

She put your shoes back against the wall and continued folding the clothes and putting them away. The whole time you didn’t react, you didn’t talk. However, it didn’t matter to her, she knew how to help you. She knew that talking would help but trying to force it with pointless questions would do no good.

She cleaned the table, just a simple wet cloth did the job. She knew that spells wouldn’t fix you, so this wouldn’t either.

Plus, the physical effort would help her get tired out and help her when she joined you in the bed. It was a tactic she used to use; share a bed and put a protective arm around you to keep you safe and show you her support.

She wiped it clean, before filling up a glass for you and placing it on the table.

Then she rose the covers and laid in bed next to you; you faced the wall; she faced the ceiling. She smiled a small amount at the scorch mark that still remained, “I remember that. When you were trying to control fireballs, as you called them. You remember that?” Her voice was light and soft, airy even.

It as one she didn’t use a lot, most of the time there was some kind of sarcastic wit or even malice to it. She only reserved this tone for those she really cared about. You, as her brother, her younger brother, you were on the top of that list.

Plus, she knew one thing from Emma, raising your voice was not a great idea when trying to help.

“Hm.” Was your response. It wasn’t much; it wasn’t anything, but you were slightly engaging rather than not at all. That was something.

“I’ve…. I’ve got the homework for the class done; I can help you with it if you want?” She offered, trying to find something to show her support without going down the bad choices; namely the why and the I know what you’re going through.

“Like everything else in my fucking life?” You were still monotone, but the words had some spite to them.

“What do you mean?” She asked, thinking that this would be a time to vent.

“Ever since Klaus came home with me, covered in my blood parents’…. well, you can guess, you said that you wanted to help and protect me. Anytime I needed homework done, there you were. Anytime I got picked on, you kicked their ass.”

“You don’t think I should’ve, I’m always going to look out for you, little brother.” She had meant the words; they had come out passionately and on instinct.

“It’s not about whether you should it or not, it’s about whether I deserve the help.”

 “I just…I didn’t know who else to turn to.” Josie had been venting, worried sick about if this was even the correct decision to make. She knew, that maybe in the long run it would be a net positive, but would the negatives of right now be too much?

“Josie, honey,” She looked to her father, whose face had softened at her anxious face, “You’re one of the most caring people I know. And, I’m not just saying that as your father. You’re proving it by being here and talking to me about this –”

“But what if Hope is –”

“Hope might have a reaction at first, but she’ll always do what’s right for Y/N. Just as any of us would and will.” Alaric assured his daughter.

 She had raised her voice once during the words exchanged, it had become a bit heated on her end; she wouldn’t take anyone speaking ill of her family, but hearing you say it about yourself made it worse for her.

“How about we go eat? Or take a walk. We don’t even have to be gone for that long?” She asked, moving off the bed and crouching down to your level. The two of you finally met eyes, she is seeing the dull look in your own gaze.

She held out her hand, keeping her eyes locked with you and hoping that the love and concern she had for you were being communicated through both the dark and her own gaze.

Slowly, your hand went into her own one. She pulled the covers back, slowly helping you up and holding it the whole time as she went to the door.

Opening it, she felt your hand tighten the grip on her own one. She gave it a gentle squeeze back, opening the door at a slower pace, when it fully opened, she led you out.

She had you out, that was something, it was a small amount of progress. She would make good on her promise for only being out for a moment.

“Hope,” You both turned to Josie, whose gaze lost a bit of the conviction in them when she saw you out and about, “Hey, Y/N.” She greeted in a softer tone of voice; you gave a very week smile.

She then turned back to Hope, “I told my dad, he’s making arrangements for –”

“You WHAT?!” She squeezed your hand as a silent apology, “No one else has to know, Josie –”

“They already do know! Everyone does, it’s not a secret of what Y/N is going through. It’s not some curse, Hope. It is an illness, and we just want to help –”

“And I am, like I told you. I’m sorry, Josie, but I’ve got him.” Hope assured, pushing past her friend and bringing you with her. However, she then paused and turned back, “But, I’ll call you if I need you.”

When she turned back, two questions rang in her mind: Did she really have you? And: was she the only one who could help you?

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She didn’t release the hold on your hand, in fact, she had tightened it a bit as that very question still spun around her head. She was scared of the answer, of the answer that may be a possibility.

The answer of “no”.

Entering the kitchen, she saw that the close was clear. This, for once, was going well. She pulled you in, pulling you out a chair and sitting you in it, “I’m gonna make us a sandwich and get you a drink, I’ll be right back.” She assured you, before going to do just that.  

As she got the plates, she looked back at you. You hadn’t moved, you hadn’t spoken, you looked entirely defeated; you looked sad; you looked like you were done; you looked like you were holding in a lot of pain and not letting it allowed to be seen.

It hurt her, it did, truly. You were her brother, and she as an older sister had always been protective of you, always had been and probably always would be. That was the truth.

However, now it seemed to be a more tragic then loving truth.

 “What did she say?” Lizzie had now joined the discussion, sitting on her father’s desk as the man himself sat in his chair. Josie entered, almost a bit blindsided by the bluntness of the question; the again, it was Lizzie. And this was a Lizzie that was scared for a friend, so Josie knew the questions would only get blunter the more she delayed the answers.

“She said she appreciated it, but still took him to the kitchen. She’s trying.” She said, seemingly defending her friend while also berating her for not fully taking the advice on board.

“Look, Jo,” Lizzie said, approaching her sister and grasping her arms gently, “I get that you want what’s best for the two. I get wanting to help out Y/N before he falls to the dark side and takes Hope with him,” Ok, she did regret the way she phrased, she even stopped and closed her eyes with a sigh, “What I meant, is I don’t want Y/N to spiral and for this to have a knock on effect on Hope.”

“Honey, we understand what you mean,” Alaric said, assuring his other daughter, “We all want what’s best for Y/N. Hope does too, she’s just…. protective.”

“She’s stupid, Y/N needs to see someone, just like I have to. It’s not the best, speaking your darkest thoughts to a stranger, sure. But it’s better than our minds fully ruining us. It’s got us screwed up –”

“You aren’t screwed up, sweetheart.” The father was slightly hurt by the words coming from his daughter about both herself and you.

“We are dad. But…. we’re trying. I just don’t think Hope fully knows how hard we are trying.”

 Hope put the plate in front of you, leaning on the other side of the counter, watching you intently as you, “Just a bit of it will do. You need to eat something.” She said, trying to hide the slight quiver in her voice.

You looked at it again, before looking at her, you seemed to do a slight eye roll (not putting in the effort for the whole thing) but it got the point across. You picked it up, taking a small bit, before swallowing it.

She smiled timidly; it was something. It was better than you either skipping out on those meals Josie and Lizzie had left or eating too much.

“You know Josie and Lizzie left stuff?” She asked you, trying to start a kind of dialogue with you. To be honest, it was something she had missed with you, the way you both could seem to just talk for hours about the absolute square root of jack shit.

You nodded, taking yet another bite out of your sandwich, “You know when you threw yourself into the pit, I thought I was the only weirdo here, right?”

The words were sharp, and they did sting, “I thought, “Shit, I’m the heir to the Mikaelson throne, and I’m sat here being a fucking bitch.” And then you showed back up, my sister who was apparently the actual blood daughter of my – our, parents. I mean, shit, how could I ever top that, huh? The blood daughter of Klaus Mikaelson,” You gave a sarcastic clap, “Hero to us all, saviour of us all. How in the ever-living fuck, could I ever amount to that legacy?”

You got up, leaving the sandwich, and storming over to your sister, “You know what? I am done. You want the burden off your shoulders? Consider it removed. I’m done with the fucking looks; I’m done with the pity glances whenever we’re going anywhere together. I am done and I am tired of you constantly chasing my useless ass around and pretending to give half a shit. I’m done.” You spat, storming past her, but she heard the sob that left you as you went.

 She couldn’t fight the tears anymore, her sob was silent, but the tears still ran down her face as she put a hand to her mouth to try and contain it all. She slowly slipped down to a sitting position on the floor, back pressed against the table as she silently cried. She had lost you; you were probably going to revoke your own name and leave and never be heard from again. You were –

“Hey,” She turned to see Josie. The girl sat next to her, “Y/N’s talking to my dad and Lizzie, he’s wanting to leave,” Josie knew that these words wouldn’t help, but she knew that Hope would still want an update.

“I just wanted to help him,” The -now maybe- single Mikaelson sobbed. Josie put her arms around the girl and hugged her, Hope putting her arms on the girl’s arm, “I just thought – maybe I could help him through this like I have before.” She hiccupped a few times but got the words out.

“Lizzie’s talking to him, I came here to check on you…. I think you both need someone to talk to. Not just a friend, but I think you both need Emma –” Hope was quick to interrupt.

“I’m not talking to her again, not after how I snapped at her last time. Y/N wouldn’t fair good there either.”

“You know she didn’t take it personally, right? Yes, it’s her job to listen, but she also cares, Hope.”

“…. I know. I just don’t want Y/N to think I’m not trying to help him.” Hope admitted, a rare moment of full on vulnerability.

“He knows you do, Hope. He knows, and he appreciates it so much. It’s just –”

“There’s a time for me or you guys to help, and a time for someone with more knowledge to help?” Hope filled in for her friend.

“Exactly. Do you wanna see him?” Josie asked tentatively.

Hope thought about it, before she nodded.  

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She took a breath, one that was admittedly shaky. She felt a hand grasp hers, turning, she saw that it was Josie.

Josie gave her friend a supportive smile, a silent, “you’ve got this”.

Armed with that bit of wisdom, she opened the door. Any conversation in the room that was going on had stopped as the three in the room had stopped and looked at the newcomers. Hope’s eyes had met yours, and she saw the red rims that indicated the tears, but you looked to be a bit more stable now.

There was silence for a moment, with Lizzie looking between you both. With the way she was sat, on the desk with her whole body facing you, it was clear you two had had a talk. She was glad, glad that you had opened up to someone.

“I think we could both use a talk with Emma.” Hope knew when to be laxer, then when to be firmer and blunter with you; this was one of those times.

You seemed to soak the words in, before nodding, “Maybe we do.”

 So, that was how you and Hope and ended up with scheduled sessions with Emma. One at a time, of course. As you both were aware about how the other would be with how dark some of the thoughts would go.

You stared at the door, knowing that you were a few minutes late, you raised a hand to the door, knuckles hitting the wood three times to announce your presence.

“Come in, Y/N.” The voice of Emma told you, a voice that held no malice.

You opened the door, seeing her bright and welcoming smile when you got into the room enough, “Hi, sorry for – uh, for being late.” You said, dropping eye contact and looking to the floor instead as you gave a smile, but it wasn’t a happy one.

“It’s alright, Y/N. You’ve made it, that’s what matters in the end.” She assured you in a soft tone. You just nodded; it didn’t exactly alleviate you of your guilt.

Still, you sat in the chair, looking at her with an anxious smile, “So, how have you been doing?” She asked you.

“I…. not really that much better.” You were honest, you had to be. You felt like you could be around her.

“Ok, do you mind telling me, why?”

“Just…. I snapped at Hope the other day about giving up my last name, about a legacy that I have. And I know she has it too, but –”

“It’s a weight on your shoulders as well, Y/N. From your perspective, she had just appeared in your life. Granted, you do now remember, but you didn’t before. It’s disorienting –”

“It’s hell. To know I had a sister out there this whole time. I remember my parents, I remembered how they died. And….it wasn’t for me; it was for Hope.”

“It was for the both of you. Hope may have been the one with the Hollow, but you were their son, just as much as Hope was their daughter. Parents, good parents, care for both of their kin. And, from what I know, they did for you both. Hope has a feeling that she needs to look after you, being the closest Mikaelson to you now, but you feel that too –”

“We’re all we have.”

“But you aren’t alone. You have us, Y/N.”

 Those meetings would go on, with you and Hope meeting up after and meeting your friends. It wasn’t an ending, but progress.

That was something.