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klausysworld · 8 months

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Heyy I love your work I was wondering if you could do a klaus one we’re the reader is a bit chubby and all of a sudden she started wearing long sleeve and oversized stuff and nobody rlly noticed until they had a party or smth and she wears a dress and when they see here there all rlly shocked cause they didn’t notice how she a lot or weight in like a span of 2-4 weeks and she hasn’t eaten for like 2 days before the party

This one-shot will contain triggering content around eating disorders including both anorexia and bulimia. Please don’t read this is you feel it may upset you or harm you mental health. I’ve had personal issues around this area and know it can be hard. Don’t hesitate to reach out 🤍

Too much or Not enough?

Y/n had struggled with weight as a child, and as a teenager. As a result she had a difficult relationship with food and clothes.

She was naturally a little curvier, but what some people saw as gorgeous another saw as an opportunity to poke fun. And so she grew up hating herself and those around her who would highlight her insecurities.

As she grew out of adolescence and into adulthood she lost a little weight. She went to the gym excessively and ate barely anything. It was unhealthy but in her eyes it was her best option.

She still had her curves but they were complimented more than they were judged but even when people said ‘good’ things about her body, she just saw it at mocking. She would have kept losing the weight but she ended up passing out at the gym and having the paramedics called. They told her she needed to keep a balanced diet and take care of herself and as much as she didn’t want to, the fear of being that embarrassed again haunted her.

So she ate some what regularly for a while but ended up with two fingers down her throat to get it all back out.

She would have carried on that way if it weren’t for the Mikaelsons.

She had ended up being wrapped into the supernatural world and suddenly there were so many other problems in her life that food was almost forgotten.

Between a temperamental pregnant Hayley, overly dramatic Rebekah, pissed off Elijah, furious Marcel, war raging Klaus, power-hungry witches, territorial werewolves and bloodthirsty vampires, Y/n didn’t have much time to focus on herself. Especially not after Hope was born.

The stress seemed to make her hungrier, she would go days without any food and then eating as much as she could to ‘keep herself going’.

She didn’t really realise she had put her weight back on, she assumed running around after everyone would have been enough exercise.

And when Klaus had shown interest in her, when he had kissed her and laid her heart out on his sleeve well she assumed she must have looked good. Someone like him wouldn’t go for who she used to be, right?

And so she gained a small amount of confidence until the supernatural communities began to calm down and it seemed people were more attentive.

Y/n was able to go out more, whether it was with Hayley, Rebekah, Davina or just by herself. And that’s how it circled back.

One or two comments on her figure from men made her wear baggier clothes. An awkward moment with Hayley and Rebekah when the girls went shopping and Rebekah unintentionally made a quip on y/n’s size. Apparently a dress that looked good on Hayley wouldn’t be nice on ‘someone like Y/n’. She had brushed it off and told Rebekah it was fine when the blonde began apologising but inside it was anything but fine.

Even if she hadn’t had any malicious intent or meant it in any offence, it tore up old wounds and brought back something much deeper rooted.

And then when things started to kick off again and Klaus payed y/n less and less attention or affection, she assumed it was because she was no longer attractive to him. Had she gained that much?

So she did what she knew would work.

She forced herself to the gym as often as she could for as long as she could. Drank as much water that was available to her and ate the bare minimum to keep her conscious. Throw up anyway meal that she did happen to consume and have a packet of gum handy incase she got too hungry.

It was even easier to do once Hope was around more, Y/n was often asked to look after the baby while the rest of them took on the new foes and unexpected family members.

When Klaus, Elijah and Marcel had announced there would be a party to celebrate the defeat of a common enemy, Y/n began to worry. The last time she had to dress of for one of those things she was much bigger than she had thought. Looking back on pictures of that evening persuaded her to gag and cough up to the point where she was only throwing up water and blood form how she had torn her throat inside.

Even Hope could sense the change in Y/n’s behaviour when she looked after her. But nobody else did, everyone was too busy to realise.

Klaus had barely looked at her let alone touched her to realise that she had done down 2 clothing sizes and yet was wearing t-shirts triple the size they would need to be. None of the girls payed enough attention to see the bags under Y/n’s eyes or to notice her absence each morning when she would struggle on a treadmill for hours on end. Only Hope, someone who wasn’t even a year old, would give Y/n the hug she so desperately needed.

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It was the day do the party, Y/n stared aimlessly at the dress she had chosen the week before. If she were honest she planned on not going at all, nobody would notice anyway. But then Rebekah came in all bubbly demanding that she know what colours people were wearing she they didn’t clash in photos.

Photos.

Y/n learned to despise them. “The camera adds 10 pounds” she was told by her mother when she was young and it was something she reminded herself every time a flash went off.

So she needed to make sure she looked okay.

She scrubbed her skin raw in the shower, shaved every last hair from her legs before moisturising them and the rest of her body. She avoided any full body length mirrors and focused on her face, covering every flaw possible. Her hair was pulled to be half up half down, leaving pieces to frame her face and still give her enough volume.

She managed to get the dress on that was now a little loose on her, which she should have been worried about but she couldn’t help but feel relieved. The zip went up effortlessly but even so, she didn’t want to step outside of that door. So she stayed on the edge of her bed, her nails licking at the material of her dress as she hoped the night would pass by without her.

She had no such luck when Hayley came knocking on the door

“Y/n? Are you okay? The party started a while ago” she called through the wall and Y/n pinched her own skin desperately

“I don’t think I’m gonna come down…I’ll just keep an eye on Hope” she replied

“Hope’s dressed up and downstairs with Klaus at the moment, you don’t need to watch her, come have fun!” She told her brightly and Y/n could feel herself getting hotter as the nerves poured in

“Parties aren’t really my scene” she responded softly “maybe next time okay?” She tried again but Hayley was getting persistent

“Oh come on, there’s music, drinks, food. Have you eaten yet? Come on we’ll go get something” she encouraged but that only made it worse. Y/n had made sure not to eat anything the last 2 days so that there was zero chance of any bloating and she wasn’t about to ruin that.

“I ate earlier” she lied and Hayley sighed

“Try make an appearance? If not for me then for Rebekah or Klaus” she asked and Y/n could have scoffed. As if either of them had cared less that she was there.

Well so she assumed.

Unfortunately for her she was proven wrong again when the door hand was twisted and pulled, a frustrated groan coming from the other side of the door when they realised it was locked

“Y/n?” Klaus questioned “come out” he ordered and she had the sudden urged to suffocate herself with a pillow.

“I’m going to sleep” she mumbled, though she was still dolled up and sat against the headboard but it wasn’t like he could see her.

“We can fix that, open the door and I’ll grab you a dress” he told her and she pinched the bridge of her nose

“I already have a dress” she muttered in defeat, Klaus wouldn’t walk away as easily as Hayley.

“Perfect. Put it on.” He grumbled “Rebekah needs you in the photo” he added and she nodded, of course they needed to keep their image up.

“I don’t want to be in the photo anyway” she murmured and he groaned

“Just do it” he complained and she reluctantly stood up.

She plodded her way to look in the mirror and yet despite the makeup on her face, she just looked tired. It didn’t matter anymore though, she looked bad in pictures either way, may as-well know it this time.

Just as Klaus was reader to break the handle off the door, it was clicked open and Y/n was looking up at him through glassy eyes.

Klaus’s expression dropped almost instantly when he looked at her. The dress was loose around her body in all areas, her arms thinner than usual making him frown and reach a hand out to grab ahold of her wrist. His eyes locked on hers and his lips parted in shock.

She assumed he was thinking she looked awful, was the dress too small again? Was she too big? She could feel her face heating and her eyes filling with tears. Her breathing grew more laboured and her hands began to ping at the fabric around her to make it seem baggier.

Klaus quickly pulled her into his room so nobody could look up the stairs and see them. He stroked her hair gently as he wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to stop any tears from falling.

“Sweetheart” he whispered quietly, guilt beginning to rise in him. People didn’t loose this much weight this fast. He knew he had been distant the last month but that was to keep her safe not to make her sick, was she I’ll and not told anybody? Or was this something much more?

He feared for the last one as he rubbed her back soothingly while small sniffs lift her and panicked apologies flooded form her lips.

“Why are you sorry my love?” He murmured gently.

“I just wanted to be pretty” she uttered and his heart ached for her. “I tried really hard” she whispered “it wasn’t enough”

“Y/n…” he murmured as his arms held her a little tighter “you’re always pretty, you’re beautiful and bright” he told her “don’t change anything about yourself for anyone else ever”

“I did it for me too” she mumbled and he nodded hesitantly

“Yeah but…this isn’t the way” he whispered and she sniffed

“It’s the only way that works” she argued

“Love, what have you been eating?” He asks and she frowns

“Why does that matter?”

“Because there’s a difference between eating healthily and not eating enough” he told her and she began to grow more upset at his tone

“I eat too much” she utters and he sighs, he placed both hands on her shoulders and looks down at her

“Nobody thinks that” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers as though it would make her listen better. “Not eating at all is as bad as eating too much, we can find a good balance” he persuaded

“I’ve tried balanced diets, it doesn’t work” she shakes her head frustrated

“I’ll find you a better one” he decided and she lets out a laugh

“Why because I suddenly matter enough? If you only just realised that I’ve lost the weight when we live in the same home then Im clearly not worth-“

“Stop” he whispered, a crack in his tone “do not do this to me and do not do this to yourself” he let out a breath “I wouldn’t ever want this to happen to you, I care about you. I was just leaving you out of all the darkness and the pain, you weren’t supposed to bring it to yourself” he snapped. His eyes were hard though he didn’t mean to appear so angry as tears freely flowed down Y/n’s face and a sob let her lips.

At the sound of her cries, Klaus’s bedroom door was opened rather suddenly. A concerned Elijah stepped inside, his eyes falling to Y/n and his brows furrowing as he noticed his brother trying to apologise. Then he noticed the differences from the last few times he had seen her and he picked up on what was happening pretty quickly.

He closed the door behind him and came forward, coaxing Y/n out of Klaus’s arms and into his own.

“Would you like a smoothie my dear? We’ve stocked the kitchen with fruits recently” Elijah murmured softly, his chin on top her head as he glanced to an upset Niklaus. Y/n frowned in confusion at the offer and at the calming affect Elijah seemed to have over everyone. He wasn’t really the hugging type but it was nice to experience one. She didn’t reply but he kept talking “how about I go and get you a smoothie while Niklaus helps you out of this dress? I’m sure you can wear one of his shirts for bed hm?” He lifted her chin up to look down at her. She blinked at him unsure as he tried to convince her further “I’ll bring Hope up as well?” He offered and she nodded slowly.

Elijah gave a look to Klaus and both brothers began to move. Elijah rushed off downstairs and Klaus grabbed one of his henleys. Y/n kept her eyes on the ground as Klaus’s fingers gently undid the dress

“I’m sorry my love” he whispered as he let the material drop down to the floor making goosebumps arise across her skin. His lips pressed to her shoulder softly before the warmth of his top was pulled over her head and her arms were pulled into the sleeves. His arms slid round her waist gently and his nose buried into her hair.

She kept quiet, eyes down as he unclipped her curls and let it all fall loosely around her face. Soft kisses planted their way up her face as Elijah returned with a smoothie and a straw.

Both brothers guided her to sit up on Klaus’s bed before sitting either side of her. Gently she was pulled into Klaus’s lap and the straw was brought to her lips

“The cup is only half full, the rest of it is in the fridge for tomorrow if you should want more” Elijah tells her with a reassuring smile

Klaus brushed his hands along her sides gently as she reluctantly drank what she was given. Both brothers continued to speak of random topics to keep the attention off of her as she took small sips as slowly leant back against Klaus’s chest.

15 minutes later Hayley came by and dropped Hope off, both she and Elijah left, leaving Klaus, Y/n and Hope to snuggle up together with the silent promise that at least Klaus and Elijah and most likely the rest of the Mikaelsons would be helping Y/n find a happier,healthier state of mind and body.

(I hope this was what was wanted, I didn’t go too deep into the topic and still wanted it to have a relatively happier/promising ending. If a darker message or ending was wanted then I would be okay with trying to write something similar for anyone out there. I understand the struggles with eating disorders and also with self harm and just mental health in general so feel free to message or request, anything at all :))

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balillee · 3 years

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why 'there's no lore going on' right now in the dream smp - The Misfits Analogy

Fans of television, especially British television, will probably be familiar with an early 2010's show called Misfits. The show ran for five seasons spanning 2009 to 2013 - while the first two seasons (the first moreso than the second) are regarded more as cult classics, the latter half of the show completely falls in writing and production quality due to one significant change - the cast.

Seasons one and two of Misfits was centred around the original misfits gang - Nathan Young (portrayed by Robert Sheehan), Kelly Bailey (portrayed by Lauren Socha), Simon Bellamy (portrayed by Iwan Rheon), Alisha Daniels (portrayed by Antonia Thomas) and Curtis Donovan (portrayed by Nathan Stewart-Jarrett).

The show was good for two different factors from my perspective -

The intersection of superpowered television and interpersonal conflicts that broke the norm for stereotypes.

How the cast reflected modern British society.

In summary, the show followed a group of five young offenders at a community service centre. Not too interesting - but give them relatability, realism and explore their character development and their existing stereotypes/tropes through the use of superpowers? Genius.

Nathan was most definitely the fan favourite character of the show - he was outgoing, annoying, larger than life in a lot of ways and in all senses, he was a skeevy asshole who would insult characters at every turn. He was very much the class clown of the show and any British viewer could probably see someone they remember from school in Nathan, except Nathan was lovable and you could sympathise with him because you could see him struggling primarily at home and with his family.

Spoilers for the show - Nathan's power was immortality and the ability to resurrect himself from death. This power wasn't explicit immediately either to Nathan or to the audience unlike all of the other young offenders, and it reflected his 'nothing can hurt me ' attitude. Nathan was a character who could take any comment and brush it off like it was nothing, and he in the physical sense could take being thrown off a roof, impaled and practically buried alive and be sitting in his own coffin with his iPod all fine and dandy.

Kelly was also another standout example - her character reflected the stereotype of a chavvy girl, 'council house and violent' - loudmouthed, not very smart, questionable fashion choices and a bit abrasive. The only difference is that the show knew they had to subvert that stereotype - instead, Kelly was smart in her own way and she was empathic -> her superpower was the ability to hear other people's thoughts, and later, she became superintelligent and when her character left the show she decided to move to Uganda use her newfound rocket-scientist level intelligence for good. She was still loudmouthed and definitely chavvy, but she was also a whole human person who cared about other people and who was definitely intelligent.

If I kept going, I'd be lamenting about how season one's cast well reflected and subverted stereotypes and expectations using their superpowers, but I'd be here all day and that's really not the point I'm trying to make.

By the end of season 2, Robert Sheehan, as the standout performance from the show, decides to move on to greener pastures (which,, I don't blame him, being stuck on E4 would have been a nightmare for his career and look where he is now? He's a fan favourite as Klaus in TUA now!) - thus, Nathan is written out of the show in a post- season 2 special in which he gets locked up in prison in America.

This was the first character to get written out of the show.

In season 3, we lose Kelly who moves to Uganda with Seth to defuse landmines, and Simon and Alisha are both killed, and the only remaining member of the original ASBO five is Curtis.

Season 4 rolls around, and we pretty much have an entirely new Misfits cast - Curtis, and then we have Rudy (who had been present since season 3), and then we have new additions Jess, Finn and Abbey.

Let me tell you that by this point in the show, all of the fans had lost interest.

Not only had the two biggest fan favourites, Nathan and Kelly, left the show, but you now have to replace four out of the five original cast members with new ones that don't function the same way the originals did. What type of person is someone with X-ray vision trying to represent? You could argue that maybe Jess is good at figuring people out, but I don't really remember this being explored that much in the show. And the difference between this reflecting a minor personality trait is that the original cast didn't do that - in dumbed down terms, Alisha was a 'sket' who had the power to make people horny for her, oftentimes against her wishes, through skin-to-skin contact. That's much more impactful and there's a lot more to explore there.

Episode 7 of Season 4 of Misfits is the clearest indicator of the departure of the original show's intentions and explains perfectly why it didn't work the way it used to.

For the entirety of the season, Jess had been crushing on a guy called Alex from a bar she frequented (who later went on to replace Curtis as the fifth Misfits member in season 5, go figures) who, as far as we had seen, not at all reciprocated those feelings nor was there any indication of him wanting to.

In episode 7, we figure out why.

Jess, using her x-ray vision, finds out that Alex's penis was stolen by a trans man.

I'll be honest, when I first heard it, I thought it was a joke.

The show went from having a diverse cast, not only in terms of having two black characters in it's main cast, but also in it's diversity of character tropes that they aimed to subvert - to then having a mainly white cast in a show that actively perpetuates harmful stereotypes about trans people being dangerous.

Now, and I want to preface this, I don't think that the Dream SMP is malicious in the same way that the writing of that episode of Misfits is. I don't think the SMP is malicious at all. What I want to highlight is how the change in cast directly mirrored when the audience dropoff was and when the show itself started to go south in terms of quality, production and what they wanted to achieve.

For the sake of my argument, there is currently three seasons of the dream smp. The start of the server up until the end of the initial disc war is the prologue, season one encompasses Wilbur's L'Manberg and the Pogtopia arc, ending on November 16th, season 2 starts November 17th and ends January 20th (the disc war finale) and season 3 spans from January 21st to the present day.

Most of the fans of the Dream SMP can tell you that the primary story of the server is centred around quite a few certain characters who viewers started watching to see more of. I'm guilty of this myself - I primarily watch the SMP for Tommy's story, and I also stick around for Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo and a little bit for Phil, Techno and Jack Manifold. Those were the people I was invested in and those are the stories I like to follow. Not to discredit or to downplay the work or the stories of other characters, but I can imagine that there are a few people who watch the SMP primarily for a close few perspectives/storylines, and following some storylines over others just because you're not interested in them is completely fine and there's nothing wrong with that at all.

In season one, there was always things going on with my favourite characters. Tommy was always getting himself into spots of trouble and making up different schemes to get people to come visit L'Manberg as a tourist attraction, or getting people to support the rebellion, and this was interspersed with the heavier, plot-driven moments such as Wilbur's mental breakdown, the festival, the pit fight and the season 1 finale. This got me invested in him as a character because he had been there for quite a while and we'd seen him develop and grow into the character we now see in season 3.

In the back half of season 1 came Techno, who really shook things up and threw a spanner in the works and provided a totally different perspective - unlike Dream he didn't hate L'Manberg because he couldn't control it, and unlike Wilbur he didn't have a personal connection to it and he didn't know it's history. Techno initially hated L'Manberg because it was a government he knew nothing about (and still knows nothing about even today), and because violence and destruction is kind of his thing.

We had a well balanced cast of characters - not too many - that we could follow and who all had varying perspectives, experiences and personalities. We had clearly defined groups of individuals with different morals: you had the people on the side of Manberg, the people in Pogtopia who wanted Manberg blown up, the people in Pogtopia who didn't want Manberg blown up, and on the side to compliment it all you also had the Badlands, comprised of three longstanding members of the server,,,, and then Antfrost who was kidnapped by Tommy that one time. It was all wrapped up nicely in a neat little bow and there was structure to it all. There was one plot that went in one direction, and despite the many perspectives, it all ended up in the same spot and the story ended. There was a conclusion.

In season 2, the two primary additions to the 'cast' were Phil and Ranboo, whose characters complimented the existing story well. Phil functioned mostly as a successor to Wilbur alongside Ghostbur by exploring well the departure of Wilbur as a character in that moment, and he also functioned well as a companion to Techno's character. Ranboo, on the other hand, had a pretty good complimentary solo story that could be followed alongside the main plot, however his story wasn't too distant from the main story to the point where he was completely removed from it - he had direct involvement in different events such as the exile conflict, his connection to Dream as the main antagonist of the season and his involvement in blowing up the community house.

Season 2 starts with a focus on two different spaces - it breaks up a longstanding duo and the storyline diverges into two halves: Logstedshire and New L'Manberg, and you have Techno's short 'retirement' arc working decently to compliment it and also to set the tone for his character going forward in that season. In Logstedshire we see the aftermath of Tommy being exiled from L'Manberg by Dream - we see him endure what is (in canon) at least a month of isolation and physical and psychological abuse and it culminates on December 15th when Tommy rescues himself, jumps from the tower and goes to hide in Techno's house (which acts as a good precursor to his involvement in Techno's storyline in that season). On the other side, we follow Tubbo in L'Manberg dealing with Presidency - he talks a lot and gets 'friendly' with Dream, he prepares to run against Ranboo in the coming election cycle (primarily because he doesn't want to be President) and we see his interactions with the power-hungrier Quackity who all too often takes the reigns and this culminates in the creation of the Butcher Army, and following the Butcher Army's attack on December 16th, once again, we have two clearly defined sides:

One one side, we have Tubbo, Quackity and Fundy who represent L'Manberg, and on the other we have Tommy (who is unaware of the Butcher Army's attack), Phil and Techno, and more in the middle we have Ghostbur and Ranboo.

Season 2's finale format is a clear departure for the format of November 16th, but it's not a poor choice - I think, especially considering the story that they were telling, it worked perfectly. On November 16th, pretty much everyone was streaming their perspective of the event; at the time, there were even compilations of everyone's reactions to Wilbur blowing up L'Manberg. On January 20th, however, we only had two perspectives - Tubbo and Tommy.

I'll say it now, while Season 2 was definitely Clingyduo's season, it didn't focus solely on them. There was also a big focus on Techno as a character, whose arc came to an end a little earlier on Doomsday, and there was also a focus on Ranboo a lot as a solo character, and he streamed a little later on January 20th with what I refer to as the 'epilogue', where there was also a shift in his character to expect moving forward.

Why season 2's finale worked is because it was centralised around only three characters, only two of which we ever see the perspectives of, and it was the finale of the longest running storyline of the entire narrative - the disc war. Two boys who were on their last life, making their last stand at the one man who pulled the strings to make their lives miserable - those two perspectives only, and it worked. We didn't have compilations of everyone reacting to the things happening around them which worked for season 1, instead, we focused on these two characters whose turn it was to get the focus, and we had iconic and moving moments. We had the two boys walking down the prime path saying what they could only assume might have been their last goodbyes to the people that still had a shred of care for them, we had the two sailing to where they would face off against Dream for their final stand and finally talking about their feelings a little and dreading the implication that if they were both to die, nobody would live to tell their stories, we had Tommy choosing his best friend over his discs time and time again, and we had Punz - Dream's last confidant - standing against Dream and bringing everyone with him and sending him to prison, now on his last life too.

Everything about it was perfect. The more focused ending worked for the ending of season 2 because it was their time to have their climax moment - and it wasn't some spectacular display of explosions or violence like in Wilbur's finale on November 16th, where the ramifications hit everyone and we got to see it, nor was it a show of violence and almost oppressive dominance like Techno's finale was on Doomsday, where we saw everyone's breakdown and how the people contributing to the destruction of L'Manberg, no matter how righteous they thought they were, did not care to understand how much they were hurting and destroying the lives of the country's citizens. On January 20th, Tommy and Tubbo went into it thinking they were going to die, they got their asses handed to them despite how hard they tried, and they had their behinds saved by Tommy's preparative thinking by people who weren't there to save them more than they were there to get rid of Dream.

Season 3 suffers a lot from a lack of focus, awful pacing and really poor timing.

Seasons 1 and 2 occurred during the brunt of the coronavirus pandemic, where everyone was stuck at home and had more time to stream because it was their primary form of content and because it was the best way to communicate with their friends. Thus, the pacing of those seasons was extremely steady and things were always happening.

Now, lockdown restrictions have eased quite a bit, and creators can branch out a lot more and can meet with each other in real life and can do vlog-style content. Therefore, they don't stream as much, and the focus of the Dream SMP story has shifted more towards newer or sideplot characters. If you enjoy those characters, that's fine, but when they take the focus away from the characters and the storylines the majority are expecting, a lot of people won't try to keep up with it and from their perspective there'll be a massive lull in narrative content.

What I'm saying, is that Tommy streaming for thirteen days in a row in July 2021 is a fucking pipe dream. It happened in December because the story was consistent and the pacing was steady and he had the time and the want to be there. Now, Tommy's off making his vlogs and hanging out with his friends and thus he can't stream as much as he used to. He's sort of suffering from the Robert Sheehan problem, isn't he? Tommy is still involved with the Dream SMP and his story is definitely continuing, and his narrative in season 3 is really starting to pick up with the newer developments, it's just that he doesn't have as much time to play the role anymore because he isn't streaming as much.

I'm not saying this is a bad thing - it's obviously making him happy that his content is changing and I'm fully supportive of that.

So when all of these meetups are happening and we don't have as much content from the main characters that we follow anymore, what happens?

Well, the fans get a little itchy. This fandom, especially. They might throw out a comment or a tweet asking when they're going to stream on the SMP, or if they really don't understand why the Dream SMP is good, they'll ask when the next 'lore stream' is, and they'll lament a little about how the content and the story has slowed, especially in contrast to the fast pacing of season 2 which only lasted a little over two months with much more story going on than in season 3 despite it having been going on for triple the time. What they'll get in response is that the Dream SMP is still going on and that lore is still happening.

On all accounts, these statements aren't incorrect. Lore still is happening.

But when you've been following lovable characters for two seasons, setting up their struggles and then switching the focus onto newer or 'sideplot' characters that you haven't really followed before, there's going to be a bit of moaning about it on twitter dot com.

The SMP now suffers from having too many characters, too many unfocused narratives, and poor pacing/ditched or unfinished storylines from the characters we used to follow and love while we're being told to love other characters instead.

I never really cared too much about the egg subplot, I'll be honest. I was a little interested in the involvement of Sam, Puffy and Ponk, but other than that, I wasn't really too invested. It very much tried to replicate the 'you should have paid me more' moment from January 20th at the Red Banquet, and it really didn't hit as hard because most of the characters there were either ones that didn't belong there at all (like Niki, Fundy, HBomb, and Purpled), weren't that involved with the plotline and felt out of place with the established characters in that storyline (Techno, Quackity and Ranboo), or were new characters that were difficult to get on board with because they hadn't really had too much of a story beforehand (Hannah and Foolish), or in the case of Antfrost, characters with no known motivation to be there other than that being the storyline they're currently in. Not to discredit those involved or their characters, but the Red Banquet really tried to replicate what the disc finale did with it's focused perspectives and it's Punz moment, and it failed.

Now, following the egg subplot's finale, I'm meant to focus on Las Nevadas, Snowchester and the Syndicate.

Las Nevadas is the most consistent storyline, however it's biggest problem is that it is filled with new characters or ones that are barely there. Despite how long he's been on the server, Purpled really is a new character if only because he's only really become a character recently - Foolish is still considered new, Slimecicle is new, Fundy rarely streams on the SMP. The only consistent longstanding and heavily involved characters that are a part of Las Nevadas are Quackity and Sam, and even their streams are infrequent, with a lot of Sam's perspective not even focusing on Las Nevadas but instead the prison.

Snowchester's plot is very much dying, dead and in the water. She's suffering. We haven't seen Michael in over a month, a nuke is still missing, Jack Manifold is dubiously a citizen and Tubbo doesn't even think he has a character on the SMP. It breaks my heart.

The Syndicate suffer from a lack of existence. The four characters really aren't a friend group in canon - all of the stuff about them hanging out all the time and them basically being a book club is all fanon. They've hung out as a four all of twice, the first time they ever got together they celebrated someone's death and then basically invaded Snowchester to give themselves a reason not to destroy it, terrifying Tubbo in the process. The second time was because it was Techno's birthday.

Now, Techno is in prison, and the only reason Phil hasn't read the will to progress the story is likely because of difficult scheduling with other server members, which is written off in canon as Phil not wanting to accept the possibility of Techno potentially dying.

Literally reading the will and having the Syndicate figure out that Techno's in prison with Dream will solve all of season 3's formatting issues and have the story back on track.

Currently, we don't really have two clearly defined sides the way we always had. We were meant to root for L'Manberg against the Dream Team, we were meant to root for Pogtopia against Manberg, and in season 2 we had a lot more moral ambiguity and room for side switching between the forces of Dream, Techno and Phil against L'Manberg, and then we rooted for Clingyduo against Dream.

I can predict that if the will is read, here's how a good conflict can arise.

Two clearly defined different sides - Las Nevadas on the side of Pandora's Vault, and the Syndicate (currently consisting of Phil, Ranboo and Niki), and you have compromises to make. If the side of the Prison wins, Techno and Dream stay in Pandora's Vault without a proper trial and being treated inhumanely, and there's also the threat of the rest of the Syndicate also being imprisoned. If the side of the Syndicate wins, the prison is taken out and Techno and Dream are no longer being treated inhumanely - problem is that Dream's out, and he's very much dangerous because despite what c!Dream apologists will tell you, he's not docile and he's not going to have a healing arc with Techno because he doesn't think he's done anything wrong and Techno can't tell him that he's done anything wrong (because Techno is the most wilfully ignorant character who gets to be political it's INSANE) - he'll go right back to the evil, abusive bastard he was, obsessed with Tommy, probably worse now that he can easily get Wilbur to do anything he wants and more vindictive against Quackity. Plus, if the Syndicate take down Las Nevadas they'll hold the most power on the server systematically and the so-called anarchists will ironically be the top dogs of the server.

Then towards the middle you'll probably end up having Wilbur, Benchtrio and Jack Manifold - Tubbo and Jack would prefer Techno and Dream staying in prison, except Tubbo's really not on the greatest terms with Q at the minute (because Q's paranoid and making conflict with parties that would have otherwise helped him out and thought they were friends), whereas Tommy would be stuck between wanting Techno out but needing to either keep Dream in or kill him, and Wilbur will be having to pick between aiding Dream's escape from prison or staying with Tommy, because he can't have both. Ranboo will probably be having the same problem as Tommy, except he's on the side of the Syndicate and will have to pick between the Syndicate or keeping Dream imprisoned.

Season 3 is salvageable, it really is. You can fix the poor pacing and you can fix the lack of focus with literally one revelation from fucking Philza M|necraft. But as it stands now, season 3 suffers from a similar situation as Misfits - almost replacing the cast of characters we've followed for the longest time with a new one in a format completely different to the original seasons.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #dsmp meta #dream smp meta #long post #esclapoanalysis

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spookyfbi · 3 years

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what did cody said about klave?

Omg Anon okay so, twitter user umbrellaacademy invited Cody to do a twitter space with them which they did yesterday (8PM Friday EST) and Cody stayed for OVER TWO AND A HALF HOURS answering fan questions and saying SO MANY things about Dave and Klave and I am still so overwhelmed. I have recorded it and I’ve sent the video to the host and they’ve said they’ll release it soon (although the file is massive so I suspect they’ll have a bit of trouble wrangling it like I did so it might take longer). In the meantime, some highlights under the cut:

- Dave’s favourite thing about Klaus is his openness. He’s charismatic because he’s unafraid to be himself. Cody also finds it endearing that Klaus marches to the beat of his own drum.

- He likes the idea that the briefcase brought Klaus to Dave because of fate/destiny. Dave is the missing piece of Klaus, he fills a void in Klaus. He’s as interested as we are to find out if the timeline loops back in season 3

- Dave is soft spoken. There are qualities of Dave that have grounded and soothed Klaus but also Klaus has pulled Dave out of his shell. Klaus’ openness was like an invitation to Dave to open up and be goofy and strange, and this was a vibe Cody got from Robert as well in the bar scene, but then the dynamic shifted later and he felt that Dave was the one who was opening up first.

- Dave would go with Klaus to be with his family. He would want Klaus to take the reigns and would trust Klaus re- what kind of life they could have together post Vietnam. Although there would be no hesitation from Dave about his love for Klaus, there might be hesitation about planning a life together because of the time period they were in. There’s a sense of peace and wanting to settle from Klaus. Cody just basically being solidly on the Klaus bringing Dave back to 2019 to meet his family train.

- There is a sensitivity and self awareness to Dave, Cody thinks he accepted his sexuality but just was careful about advertising it because of the time period. He also says that his Dave in season 1 didn’t have the experience we saw in season 2 with his uncle and that might have made him more open (I am staring directly at my reverse George McFly theory).

- Dave’s love for Klaus is unconditional, he loves him for exactly who he is. Dave’s unconditional love is a foil for the conditional love Klaus gets from his family. Klaus doesn’t really know what love is and then he gets fired this laser beam of love from Dave.

- Cody that been in a play where his character was in a relationship with a guy but he thinks Rob hadn’t done that before. The director set the tone that the kiss scene was an intimate and tender scene. He feels like there was a reassurance from Dave to Klaus in that moment.

- Dave was holding 4 shot glasses in the scene where he’s holding them with both hands.

- Cody describing Dave in 4 words - kind, sensitive, empathetic, soft. Dave would describe Klaus as free spirited, open, unfiltered, unexpected (he also put forward chaotic but didn’t stick with it and replaced it with unexpected).

- Dave’s first thought when he woke up and saw Klaus was “Is this a dream... We’re not sleeping much so this could be a dream, I wouldn’t put it past my brain” Also “The dream coming to reality but maybe not necessarily looking like what he thought.”

- He thinks Klaus probably took the dogtags off Dave after he died as a way to remember him rather than them exchanging them

- He wants Klaus and Dave’s storyline to end with love prevailing. He also floats the idea of Dave taking a dark turn and Klaus has to be the redemptive person to bring Dave back.

In preparation for playing Dave he watched the Ken Burns Vietnam War documentary series on Netflix and also looked up online about the Vietnam war. He also listened to music he thought Dave would be into from 1965-1968: He mentions Motown and Stones (Cody said he himself likes Motown)

- Cody’s favourite thing about Dave is the quality of how he loves Klaus. He describes it as pure and unconditional and simple and he talks about he thinks people need to love each other fearlessly - not just romantically but in friendships as well, especially with what’s happening now (and this sort of clarifies to me why he was talking about love over fear so passionately in the clever klaus q&a and what he meant by that)

- Cody is a fantasy nerd

- He would love to see Dave giving Klaus some agency

- He thinks that Klaus has some guilt about Dave’s death

- He would like to play a Commission agent (Commission Dave rights!!)

- Robert is very open and unassuming and funny and it was easy to have an immediate rapport with him. Cody also talked with Tom Hopper (about their mutual friend Bradley James). He also briefly met Colm and Robin and he also remembered he met Aidan (who here had a theory about a deleted scene with Aidan in the attic?)

- He doesn’t know how time works in the afterlife or how Klaus’ power works but Dave would have waited 50 years for Klaus

- Calem joined the space and they said that they hadn't interacted before but they had a bit of a chat. Calem said that his filming in season 2 was 4 days but about 1 month apart. Calem’s internet kept cutting out and then he disappeared.

- If Dave was one of the 43 children his power could be the care bear love blast and he could fire hot beams of love out of the hole in his chest. He would give Dave a more passive power to round out the more active powers the other Hargreeves have, like a healer

- The scene in the tent was filmed at the studio. The scene on the bus was shot outside. The scene in the trench was partly shot outside but some of it was shot in the studio as well (I wonder if he’s confusing that trench scene with the hallucination at the Rave though?)

- He said the scenes were beautifully lit (I beg to differ, Cody!)

- Klaus helped unlock that part of him (I think he means Dave’s sexuality) and he also says that Klaus was a very specific target to Dave’s love. Klaus seems like one in a million. When you love someone there’s something specific about them that pulls that out of you.

- Calem returns! He was in his room where the internet crapped out on him but then he went downstairs. Cody asked what it was like for Calem to come in and play an established character. Calem said he purposely didn’t talk with Cody about the character before playing him because he’d done the audition without knowing anything about the character so he didn’t want to risk doing something too different from what he’d done in the audition, but he did watch season 1. He also said he was a bit anxious about what the audience would think of him playing the character, and Cody went into acting mentor mode and said that he doesn’t think the job is about appeasing the fans but about trying to be as true as possible. He also said that Calem did a good job and he shouldn’t be hard on himself but Calem then said that he quickly got over it and he wasn’t thinking about it on set, just afterwards. Calem mentioned that he creeped Cody’s IMDB and he said that his dad was a camera operator on Lizzie Borden Chronicles this Cody guest starred in an episode of.

- Dave loves music like Cody. He mentioned Four Tops as another band and then Motown again. He thinks the bar scene shows Dave’s love of music but he wasn’t thinking about that at the time.

- Dave would be overstimulated at first if he came to the future because we’re bombarded with a lot more stimulus than in the 60s. The internet and iPhones would blow his mind. He let’s a “we’ll see” slip, which he then quickly corrects to “we would see”

- The kiss in the bar was definitely the first kiss and he thinks it happened a couple months into the tour. He thinks the feelings were mutual quite early, but that it would have taken some time to act on them and to be able to gauge if each other were really giving off the signals that they like each other.

- He’s appreciative of the fan love and he tries to make a connection with everyone he can

- Dave is an optimistic force who thinks that love will prevail so he would have wanted to do something to make it work despite the obstacles they faced

- Cody doesn’t know how close to the vest Klaus kept the stuff about his powers and the time travel etc but he did see Klaus appear so he does know there’s something strange about him. Dave trusted Klaus and even if it wasn’t explicitly talked about there was enough trust to go “wherever you go I’ll follow, wherever that leads.” When Klaus conjures Dave, Dave is excited to see him but isn’t really surprised or put off by any of the circumstances that Klaus is in.

- He thinks that Dave is more the listener of the relationship, but he could certainly see Dave telling Klaus about Dune and Klaus indulging him.

- Rob is very genuine, very unassuming, very immediately open, very funny, definitely puts you at ease, incredibly thoughtful, very considerate, good dude (wow it’s the complimenting Rob speed run! 8 in a row!)

- The aspect of Dave that Cody connects to most is his non-judgemental quality

- Dave would connect with Vanya’s softness and Luther’s moral compass (he said Diego’s moral compass in the cleverklaus q&a so not sure if he just mixed them up). He thinks Dave might be a bit too sincere for Five and Ben would appreciate being able to unload Klaus on Dave.

- He thinks Dave is not a tattoo guy but Klaus is impulsive so getting a tattoo really aligns with his personality. He thinks that Dave’s actions speak louder than words written on him

- He connects to the fractured family theme of the show on a personal level

- Dave being jewish was something he only learned about through looking at the dogtags, it wasn’t in the script or anything

- Dave might have studied Philosophy if he’d gone to college instead of joining the military, he feels like there’s a dreamer quality to Dave

- Even though Dave was pressured into joining the military, he thinks that Dave believed he was going the right thing by enlisting

- Colm is a Canadian Hall of Fame actor and Reginald is such an intense character so Cody would love to do a scene with him. He would also love to do a scene with Elliot.

- Cody remembered waiting on set to film the scene in the club and he, Rob and Tom were in an 80s hotel with a heart shaped jacuzzi (??? oh was this the set with the Handler and Agnes maybe?)

#the umbrella academy #dave katz #klave #cody ray thompson

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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Hi! I love your fics and how transform your imagination into words. If you don't have any problem, could you do one where the mc is a total emotional wreck over the album evermore or folklore and the tvd guys reaction? But it is totally up to you. Again I love your work and have a good day!

a/n: thank you for your request and for the sweet compliments, dearest anon!! i used evermore for this. sorry it took a little while but i hope you enjoy it! <3

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wow i had fun thinking about this one! i truly love the evermore album (let me know which tracks are your favs, mine are champagne problems and evermore!!), taylor is a certified queen™. okay, gonna start off with my main man <3

elijah

has definitely listened to the album himself since he’s a ✨musician✨, and he actually likes it much more than he thought he would

he admired the lyricism in all the songs, but especially likes ‘evermore’ – it reminds him of when he first met you, how he was in a dark time in his life and then in you walked, this ray of sunshine and hope who changed everything for him

you were everything he was afraid to be, wore your heart on your sleeve, never afraid to tell someone how you feel or to show your emotions even if it was over something relatively simple like a song

he loved that about you

he can hear you crying softly from outside the door, but he also hears the album playing in the background and he knows just how emotional you get

so, when he walks in and you lock your slightly puffy eyes with his, he doesn’t say anything – he just lays down next to you and gently tugs your body on top of his own, your head resting on his chest

you don’t know how long you stay like that, lying on his body, his hands either rubbing your back or playing with your hair in silence, all you know is you never want it to end

klaus

would go absolutely berserk if he saw you crying bc his paranoid ass would immediately assume the worst scenario

he’s not expecting to see you all huddled up on the bed and crying when he enters, and his reaction comes in two steps

first, his heart sinks to his stomach and he feels like someone is twisting his insides

second, his mind starts whirring and jumping to terrible conclusions, he is filled with white hot rage and rushes to your side

“who hurt you? just give me a name and i’ll murder them,” he snarls, clenching his fists in an attempt at control

he certainly doesn’t expect you to chuckle weakly through a sniff and say, “you can call off the dogs, klaus, no one’s upset me, i swear. well, except for taylor swift.”

massaging his brow, he lets out a heavy sigh of (mostly) relief, followed closely by a soft laugh as he sits next to you, “you bloody scared me. come here, sweetheart,” he says, outstretching his arms for you to come and take your place in them

you happily oblige, sweet moments like this with the two of you alone didn’t come often and you would take every single one you could get

kol

kol isn’t the type to listen to a lot of sad music – after everything he’s been through, he has enough to be sad about for several lifetimes but if he saw you crying?

oh my gosh he would be so upset, this boy cannot go five minutes without seeing you smile, would 100% try and cheer you up

he sees you sitting on the couch, all teary eyed and he swears it feels like someone just put their hand through his chest

“darling, what’s wrong? why are you crying?” he asks, rushing next to you, trying to remember if he’s done anything wrong, but he genuinely can’t – and when you explain to him that you’re crying over a music album, he can’t but feel relieved that its not bc of him

that’s like his worst fear

“oh love, you know I hate to see you cry. give us a smile, go on then,” he coos, nudging you gently in your side, but you keep your face straight, sniffling a little harder for added effect – and it works bc making you smile is now his personal mission

he tries stamping little kisses all over your face, which usually gets lots of squeals and laughs out of you, but apparently not this time, so he has to think of something else, fast

and to be honest it doesn’t take long at all for him to do it – he notices the huge knit blanket that you keep flung over the back of the couch bc you’re always cold, and he grabs it and wraps you in it before picking you up onto his lap

you don’t even know exactly how it happened but when you look down, you’re completely swaddled in thick woolly material, unable to escape, and you can’t help but let out a little giggle

“aha! there it is, that pretty smile,” he triumphs, and then he’s rocking you back and forth like a baby and humming (badly) in your ear and you can’t stop laughing – its silly and cute and utterly kol

stefan

stefan is listening to it with you while you both get semi wasted on damon’s bourbon and that’s a fact

the half empty bottle is lying sideways on the table and you and he are downing another glass in unison – you can’t remember how many you’ve had until now, but the burn of the liquor still makes you let out a little hiss, until you hear the opening bars of ‘happiness’

“god, i love this song,” you groan, and he somberly agrees – you then wait for the inevitable explanation

he pauses before he begins awkwardly, “it reminds me of elena, kind of. i know that everything with her happened a while ago, it just… still hurts sometimes, i guess.” all the effects of inebriation seem to have worn away – he sounds more sober than ever

you never did understand how elena could have let stefan go. “i get that,” you agree, “i mean, the way that you guys ended things, that’s gotta sting.”

you took his hand in yours, rubbing gentle circles over the skin between his thumb and forefinger. you told yourself it was an innocent gesture, a friend comforting a friend, even though you would never let him know that you wanted it to be more than that – something you had decided long ago

“but it’s important to not dwell on the past. look forward. new beginnings and all that.” you feel him leaning a little closer to you, just enough for you to notice, and when you finally bring yourself to look up at him, he’s watching you with the startings of a smile on his face, and a strange look in his eyes as he echoes your words back. “yeah. new beginnings.”

damon

would absolutely be a bit of a dick about it at first

there are tissues strewn about the living room, and music is playing loudly from a speaker somewhere – damon tries to place the sound of that familiar voice, is that taylor swift?

then when he sees you lying down on the sofa, he already knows what’s going on

“crying over taylor swift again?” he teases, sauntering towards you, “didn’t you just do that like… five months ago?”

you raise your head off the cushions just enough to meet his gaze, give him your notorious death-glare and mutter at him to shut up – but while your red-rimmed eyes and sniffly voice doesn’t exactly help your attempt to look tough, it does immediately soften damon’s heart

he feels terribly guilty even though he’s hardly said anything – apparently that’s how much power you hold over him

“m’sorry,” he mumbles, perching on the arm rest – you and your legs had taken up the whole couch. he looks at you, waiting for you to make space for him but you stare at him defiantly with narrowed eyes

that is, until he flashes you those stupid baby blues that get him what he wants every single time. you just can’t help the sides of your mouth twitching up into a smile as you move your legs off the couch, choosing to place them over his lap instead.

yep, much more comfortable

enzo

okay so enzo is a bit of a music man himself so he would also totally get what an emotional experience listening to certain songs can be, but he definitely didn’t expect this album to hit you so hard

until you explain how the song ‘marjorie’ reminds you of your own grandmother who had passed away long ago, bringing up a lot of memories you had kept buried inside

he pulls you into his warm arms, and you lean against his shoulder while he rubs your back to soothe you, but he can’t help but shed a tear himself

listening to all your stories, to you talking about your family, it served as a constant reminder of his own family who had abandoned him at such a young age, which only makes him feel terrible for thinking about himself when you’re crying next to him

quickly, he wipes it away, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but you did, and it makes you stop everything immediately bc why is your big strong vampire boyfriend crying?!

“it’s stupid,” he mumbles in response when you ask him, looking down at his callus covered hands. “no, its not,” you insist softly, taking his face in your own hands and making him look at you, knowing that he could never lie when he looked into your eyes

and when he finally tells you, your heart feels like its about to shatter bc who could just leave a little boy at the workhouse?

hugging him a little tighter than before, you kiss him softly on the lips, pressing your forehead against his own and in the softest whisper you say, “i’m your family now, enzo.”

wow I really went a different direction with this one whoops—

gosh i really hope this is what you were looking for, anon. thank you for reading, reblogs and likes are much appreciated 💖

#elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x reader #enzo st john x reader #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd imagines #tvd headcanons

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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13, 14 and 15 for Five!

man y’all are feral for these ones let me see what they are...

13. What gets them flustered

HMMM well flustered means to make (someone) agitated or confused.

Which means... calling or insinuating that Five is either a child (tagging a ‘little’ onto brother, young man, etc.) or incapable - unfortunately he can perceive several different things as calling him incapable/weak such as... insinuating that he needs sleep or to take a break

Anyone expressing any kind of soft emotions or that they care about him makes him... a little confused to say the least. He’s spent a really long time alone, and while he has some vague success at having heart to hearts where he’s the one talking (telling Klaus about Dolores, talking to Luther, etc.) as soon as the tables turn and they try and express any kind of appreciation or concern for him he has to brush it off, or jump away into a cab, or get defensive and yell (he is not an addict, Klaus)

He doesn’t know how to handle anything soft or considerate. Nothing like that was really present during his childhood - he was never especially close with Grace, not like Diego was at least. Certainly there wasn’t room to be soft in the apocalypse, except on occasion with Dolores, but his focus was primarily on the duel purpose of survival and saving his siblings. And certainly not at the Commission.

So it does make him agitated and confused and flustered when people care about him. He’s not used to it. He’s used to being the one caring. Even Dolores - she was a reflection of himself and there’s a reason in the comics she was more than a little mean to him at times. There’s a reason why the Handler liked to try and unsettle him by caressing him face and complimenting him so sweetly.

14. Ingrained habits/forces of habit

oh I think Five has a LOT of ingrained habits left over from the apocalypse and fending for himself since he was a small child

Food hoarding and resource guarding would be big ones tbh, he’s had food insecurity for a long time and in season one I never saw him eat so he might just generally be uncomfortable eating in front of other people - a strong sense of this is mine and protectiveness that comes from having very very little

Most of that protectiveness is centered around his family tbh but if his siblings tried to make him give up... his old battered copy of Vanya’s book, for example, I doubt it would go very well. Luther threatening Dolores was not taken very well to say the least, and Luther was only saved by the fact that Five loves Luther and would rather die than hurt him

(though threatening a bit is possible, which I think is what happened with Vanya at the end as well - Five couldn’t bring himself to follow through on hurting her otherwise his jumping would have been so much more precise at the end, he was demonstrably very deadly )

Five is used to going at things alone, so leaving his siblings behind isn’t even him being an asshole or trying to protect them by leaving them behind... he literally just forgets that he has backup but also forgets that like... his siblings talk back to him? So he’ll just say his piece and then exit out of the conversation

His siblings find it inconsiderate and rude but sometimes it’s literally just Five forgetting that people can have input to conversations and that they aren’t just one-sided things, and since Five is... kind of sensitive about his lack of social skills he just lets them think he’s rude rather than admit that his social skills are really just that bad

There are plenty of other things I think might result from his years of isolation. Five’s habit of talking to himself, because for a long time there was really no one else to talk to (even if he addresses those thoughts to Dolores absently, despite the fact that he’s returned her to the store). An inability to relax because there’s an inexplicable feeling of guilt that occurs whenever he tries to.

Issues sleeping because he’s used to basically total silence. Can you imagine going from no sound at all to living in a house with other people, in a city where there are cars and sirens and people walking down the street? Being generally jumpy around other people

Five has a lot of social issues that his siblings probably put down to him being rude and unsociable but are actually just a result of Five genuinely not knowing how to interact with people, even when he’s really actually trying his best

and part of that is that they’re used to Five being terrifyingly competent, they remember him being praised by their father for being adaptable and good at what he did, even when he caused trouble. They’re used to Five being above it all, and so they don’t perceive it as Five having difficulty so much as they perceive it as Five purposefully being an asshole

If Five was trying he wouldn’t fail, because they do actually perceive Five as being exceptionally capable, which means that Five’s actual struggles... kind of go unnoticed or are criticized as him not trying hard enough

and of course Five hides how he feels and lets them go on thinking that, because it’s an ingrained habit to hide weaknesses - both thanks to Reggie who pit the kids against one another and used their weaknesses against them and because of the Handler who can scent weakness in the water like a shark with blood oof

15. What it takes to make them cry

I think I have a post somewhere about how the Hargreeves are very good at digging right into each others weaknesses and twisting the knife. It happens with all of them tbh. Diego hurls Allison’s failures as a mother in his face, Allison snaps at Vanya that she’s the last person she would ask for advice, even Ben snipes at Klaus. It’s ingrained. It’s common. They’re used to hurting each other with words, used to finding each others softest parts and using those weaknesses against each other

but Five hasn’t really experienced that since he was thirteen. And the Handler, brilliant as she is, is no match for the siblings in their ability to locate and use each others weaknesses.

So I think there’s going to come a day when Five pisses one of them off, and they lash out in the way they know how. The ‘acceptable’ way, with words instead of fists. They’re going to find Five’s softest parts and dig right in

Words like ‘abandon’ and ‘run away’ and ‘should have stayed away’ and ‘fault’

And Five knows how to defend himself, physically. But he’s so very out of practice against verbal attacks, he’s out of practice when he can’t attack back physically and shut someone up. And he loves his siblings. He couldn’t even bring himself to hurt Luther when Luther was threatening the one person who kept him sane, someone that he loved. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt Vanya when she was about to end the world.

So Five can’t attack physically, has to just stand there and listen. Has to take those words, and take them into his heart, and stand there bleeding from wounds that no one can see

and he’s Five. So none of them would expect it when their words actually hurt him, actually make him stagger back as if hit by a physical blow, none of them expect their venomous barbs to actually make their brother cry

but them not expecting it just makes it easier to hide. He can jump out of a conversation and just be considered rude and inconsiderate and he can hide away while he shakes apart at the seams and has to rebuild his walls from scratch

(what a useful power, right? what a useful escape)

i think there might eventually be frustrated tears, brought about by accusation that Five... doesn’t care about them and everything piles up and just -

the idea that his siblings don’t know, can’t know, about everything he’s sacrificed for them. Every time he sees them dead behind his eyelids when he goes to sleep. Every second he thought about them, every moment he tried to get back to them. Five is shit at expressing how much he cares about his siblings to his siblings, but don’t actions speak louder than words? Hasn’t he shown them how much he loves them? How much it would kill him if he had to go through losing them ever again?

I imagine at some point there’s a breakdown, Five howling about how he thought about them every single day, that he worked tirelessly to get back to them, to save them. Fuck the world. He was never interested in saving the world. His entire world is his family, and he shaking and shuddering and yelling at them because they don’t understand

he probably doesn’t even realize he’s crying until someone points it out, honestly

tbh five kind of deserves his breakdown, and his siblings deserve to witness how much he actually does care about them and maybe then he’ll finally get the hug he deserves

#ask game #heacanon game #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #and that's all i have to say about that i think #siblings just be like that tbh #when you know someone well you know what they're sensitive about and know how to dig in and hurt them #and the hargreeves have a bad habit of wanting others to hurt when they're hurting #:/#Anonymous

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innately-pretentious · 4 years

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Finally, I Found You. (Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

Request: Hey! I looooved your Klaus headcanons and was wondering if you could write about when him and the reader are reunited in the 60s??? Totally fine if not, have a nice day!

A/N: Awh thank you so much, I hope this is alright dude! I am really tempted to turn this into a series tho... if you want that?? Even if this is really rough and kind of rushed. Kinda angsty? Kinda sad? Very fluffy. Enjoy!

Being spat out of a spinning vortex into a dingy alley was enough to stress anybody out, especially after a rather terrifying and life threatening encounter with your sister initiating the apocalypse. Navigating through the twenty first century was difficult enough, but being catapulted into a completely new decade with nothing but your bag and clothes you were wearing just about topped that.

Letting out a cry as you hit the ground and groaning as you rolled over and tried to get our bearings. Glancing around to see if you could locate any of your siblings whom you were with only a few minutes previously, you stood up and brushed yourself off, you began calling out their names. Sadly with no success, there was no response, you were alone.

You continued pacing along the pavement, trying to come up with a plan of action. Deciding you couldn’t improve your situation much from the alley, you emerged into a busy street and began wandering down the road. Progressing along the street, you could not help but take notice of the architecture and clothing surrounding you. Definitely not similar to the modern aesthetics you were used to. Flagging down an approachable looking woman and kid you asked what year it was, sharing peculiar look she confirmed your suspicions. It was July 24th 1962. Brilliant.

Trying hard not to think the worst of your situation, you mind wandered to Klaus. The two of you had hardly been apart for more than one night over the course of your year long relationship, your stomach dropped at the thought of him being isolated in a random time period, unable to contact anyone, nobody to help. A small part of you wished Ben was with him, but you were completely clueless as to how this whole time travel business worked. You attempted to brush that thought aside for the time being, first you had to find somewhere to stay. Sleeping rough with nothing but the clothes on your back did not sound appealing, luckily you had some spare cash in your bag for a room for a few days, giving you sometime to formulate a plan.

The first night was definitely the hardest. Deciding to find the cheapest hotel you could, you booked a room for the night, collecting the keys and collapsing on the mattress. As soon as you got into the uncomfortable bed you knew sleep would not come tonight, the double bed was not helping either. You spent the majority of the night on your side, laying there and glancing at the opposite side of the mattress, where he should be sleeping. It felt too empty without Klaus hogging the blanket. You couldn’t help the collection of memories the two of you shared popping into your mind. Lazy weekday nights, limbs draped absentmindedly over one another, Klaus’ hand tracing soft patterns into your shoulder as you talked about absolute nonsense for hours. Both dreading when the morning came as you would have to leave his arms. Growing up in Hargreeves’ mansion you would constantly sneak into his room, even before you were together. Your ability to turn invisible was a great help, coming to comfort him if your father pushed him too hard again was almost a nightly occurrence. You loved the way he would relax as soon as he felt you lift up the blanket and settle in next to him, knowing he wouldn’t have be alone.

You smiled at the thought of him, he always had to be close to you. Even in his sleep you caught him reaching for you sleepily or rolling his leg onto you in an attempt to pull you closer. You often wondered if he even knew he was doing it or if it was entirely subconscious. After everything he went through growing up it was no surprise he had clingy tendencies. You wouldn’t change him for anything, if he needed you close, you had no problem obliging him. If it made him feel safe you would do it.

It was at this point the tears started to fall. For someone who had been through so much to then be stuck somewhere, unable to reach you, made your heart ache. Tomorrow you would figure something out, however futile it may be, you were determined to at least try and make a life for yourself here.

3 Months Later:

The three months had not been easy, by any means. It had mainly consisted of you on the road, finding work pretty much wherever would take you. Getting the car you were currently driving was a feat in itself, stealing an automobile had never been on your bucket list. You never liked using your power to steal, however, it was your only mode of transport and occasional place to sleep. You always coaxed Klaus not to just take things, he would be shocked if he could see you now, the look on his face would be priceless! On the bright side, you could have picked a worse car, with five seats, a convertible roof and playable radio, you had risen in worse rides.

More memories surfaced in your mind, ones where you took Klaus out for a drive out of the city during the beginning of his sobriety. This started as an attempt to inject a new lust for life into him, show him there was more to the world than just powder in the back alleys. Soon your little road trip became a weekly occurrence, driving with Klaus and losing track of time, just each other for company. You loved him dearly but you both decided it would be more beneficial if you were the one behind the wheel, not that he cared, he was given full control of the music this way. He insisted on having the windows down and the music loud, staring at you with his pupils slightly dilated, feeling doped up on life rather than various pills. You loved how radiant he looked, you even let him get away with wailing along to the lyrics on the radio, at least for a while…

“Klaus, I love you, but I’m gonna need my eardrums in the future,”

“Yes, I’m aware. Why do you think I’m gracing them with my dulcet tones?”

You couldn’t help but jokingly glare at him. Once again he was never to far away from you, laughing and giving your thigh a squeeze as you watch the city disappear behind you, along with his worries.

Dragging yourself back to the present (well, 1962), you gripped the steering wheel, forcing yourself to focus on the road instead of the bittersweet memories you held. They were the only things you had left of him, and you hoped that wherever he was, he was safe.

You decided to return to the town where it all began, Dallas, Texas. You were in need of some new clothes and a quick bite to eat before you got back on the road, in search for another short-term job to earn some much needed cash. A second-hand shop would probably be the most budget friendly option for clothes, ringing the bell as you opened the door, you began to flick through the various fabrics and patterns of clothing. One of the things you loved about this decade was the flamboyant clothing, he would have thrived here. Gathering quite a large armful of clothes, you decided to go try a few on, just looking through your selection one last time before you committed to the changing room.

You were ripped from your thoughts by a loud thud on the window, resulting in you dropping the bundle of clothes you had accumulated during your browsing. Huffing and turning your attention to the window, ready for some kind of confrontation, although, nothing could be further from your assumption.

Your eyes met with the same hazel ones you had been gazing into for the last year, unmistakable hands with tattoos were firmly placed on the glass. His jaw was slack and his eyes were wide as he gawked through the glass. You began to shake as you drank in the sight of him, your chest tightened and you found it increasingly difficult to breathe. You wanted to run into his arms, but you weren’t sure if your legs would carry you. You couldn’t feel anything except the racing of you heart. Time seemed to still as you just stared at one another.

He was the first to break the gaze, tripping over himself in an attempt to reach the door. He forced the door open so forcefully that the bell nearly fell off, it didn’t stop him though. Running down the shopping aisle, pushing the racks aside as he continued towards you, knocking over a few clothing racks, not slowing down as he slammed into your open arms. The impact of the force sending the two of you tumbling to the ground, both of you gripping onto the other in fear they may disappear again. He could feel you shaking in his hold, overwhelmed with the entire situation, he kept his grip firm around you, letting you know that he is here and you are safe. He doesn’t plan on leaving you.

Finally managing to pull his face from the crook of your neck, you held his face in your hands, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. You weren’t aware you were crying until you felt his calloused hands brush away a stray tear from your cheek.

“It’s really you isn’t it?” You managed to choke out, you must have looked insane to the shopkeeper, both of you smiling and sobbing, curled up on his shop floor.

“Of course it’s me, nobody could recreate this amount of beauty and personality twice,” he joked and cracked a smile. That typical Klaus smile you missed so much. Even in a time like this, supposedly sentimental, he still had to get a wisecrack in.

“You’re such an idiot Klaus, only you could compliment yourself in a time like this,” you said, you weren’t sure if you were crying or laughing at this point, but you knew you were finally happy.

“I’ve had to do it myself for a while since you were absent,” he said, you couldn’t miss the subtle sadness that passed over his features.

“Come on then Y/N”, he groaned as he stood up, offering a hand to help you, “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

You glanced up at him before you accepted his hand, his hair was longer than before and he looked healthier, but he was undeniably still your Klaus. You placed you hand in his and let him drag you up, resting his arm around your waist, slightly tighter than he used to. You allowed your head to rest on his shoulder, re-familiarising yourself with his body. The two of you definitely had a long conversation ahead, you allowed him to drag you to the nearest diner, excited to unburden yourselves after finally finding each other.

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imaginefan · 4 years

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Never Noticed

Elijah Mikaelson X Reader

Word Count: 2127

Requested: Anon

Request: You like Elijah but you don’t notice until people, the Mikaelson’s tell you but you think they’re wrong until one night you almost lose him and you realize your heart stopped like different kind of fear than it would of been for a friendship then you end up admitting to yourself they were right . One shot with originals and she is human.

You had been friends with the Mikaelson's since they appeared in Mystic Falls, you were from a family of hunters but you kept yourself away from the supernaturals of Mystic Falls unless they intended to hurt someone innocent, that was how you found out the Caroline was a vampire, you were at the carnival when she attacked someone and you managed to save the guy and hold her off until Stephan and Elena got there and took her away. They had tried to get you to help them but you refused to get mixed up in their drama, you had a way that you liked to fight and that was what you were sticking to when Elijah showed up for the first time you knew where he was but you didn't do much past that. Elijah was the one that came to find you, he knew of your family and heard that some of you were in Mystic Falls. "May I sit?" He asked as you stood in front of your table in a small cafe. "Do I know you?" You asked. "Not personally, my name is Elijah Mikaelson." He introduced himself and you nodded towards the chair allowing him to sit in front of you. "Is there something that I can do for you?" You asked. "I need your help." He explained and you looked at him and frowned. "I intend to stop my brother from breaking his werewolf curse and you seem to be one of my best options." "Why would you think that? You don't even know me." You said as you took a sip of your drink. "I know your family, I've met other members of your family and they have been some of my most reliable allies." He explained and you looked at him and smiled. "My grandfather spoke about you, the only supernatural friend that he made, he saved a lot of people supernatural and human but you were the only person that he claimed a friend." You said, "that is the only reason that I will help you." "Thank you." He smiled. "And if your involving the school kids this will only become more difficult." You said as he stood from his seat. "I have no choice Elena is the one that my brother is after." Elijah shrugged and you looked at him sighed. "Guess there's no other option." You agreed.

Now all in all your plan failed and Klaus did break his curse so you spent a good portion of your time making sure that his newly turned Hybrids didn't go around killing everyone that they crossed paths with and one day Klaus was around when you sent one of his Hybrids packing. "You're the one that helped my brother," Klaus smirked as he leant against the wall of the alleyway. "Are you here to kill me for it?" You asked and he shook his head. "Now where's the fun in that? You're not even scared." He laughed as he stepped forward. "Well many others have threatened to kill me." You shrugged. "Mmm." He hummed. "Where is your brother anyway?" You asked, "He just disappeared." "You think I have something to do with that?" He asked. "I do." You nodded "You know you have a tendency to put your siblings in a box when they disappoint you." "How do you know that?" He asked. "Well, your family history is part of mine." You explained. "My family hunt those who hurt the innocent and while they haven't been able to kill any of you, they've done well to track you through history and steer you away from too much trouble. They've even fought your father to keep him away from you." Klaus' hand latched around your throat. "Careful with your next words hunter." He warned and you took the stake from under your shirt and stabbed him in the shoulder. "Don't threaten me." You warned as you walked away.

The next time that you heard from the Mikaelsons was when they were holding a ball, you had an invite through the post and while you were going to ignore it when you saw the handwritten message on the back from Elijah you hadn't heard from him in a long time and it was clear that Klaus was finally letting him out of the box, so you went you walked into the ball expecting to keep an eye on everyone from the sidelines but Elijah must have seen you the moment that you walked in "You came." He smiled as he put out his arm for you. "I did, I mean you asked me to." You said softly. "I wasn't sure that you would come." He answered honestly. "Well I mean you disappeared off the face of the earth." You shrugged. "I at least wanted an answer for that." "My brother was to blame for my absence." He admitted and you nodded. "I thought as much, said so too, ended up with his hands around my throat." You explained and he frowned. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Of course." You answered as you walked towards the bar. "So you're the one that managed to capture my brother Elijah's attention." You looked up at a beautiful blonde. "I'm Rebekah." "Nice to meet you." You smiled.

From then on you became good friends with Rebekah and while you and Klaus never saw eye to eye, he didn't try to kill you and you didn't try to kill him. You were sitting in The Grill watching Klaus and Kol across the bar, Elijah had asked you to keep an eye on his brothers while he tried to figure out what had happened the night of the ball. You watched as Klaus left with Caroline and Damon and Alaric followed Kol out, you followed after them figuring that they were distracting Klaus with Caroline. Matt was the one who had the stake when you got out there and you easily wrestled it from him and kicked him away "Wow you guys are really desperate aren't you?" You asked as you handed the stake to Kol. "What are you doing?" Damon asked as Alaric helped Matt up. "I thought you were a hunter." "I am." You answered as you crossed your arms "I just like the Mikaelsons way better than I like you." "What is going on?" Kol asked and you looked at him. "Get Klaus and then find Elijah." You ordered, Damon looked like he was ready to stop him but you threw the state strapped to your arm at his shoulder, he caught it but that gave Kol the window he needed to get to Klaus.

For the next couple of months you talked a lot with Rebekah and occasionally run into Klaus but it seemed that Elijah was ignoring you and no one knew where he was for you to be able to ask him yourself so you distracted yourself, Rebekah said that she wanted the cure so that she could be human and you promised to help her find it and then teach her the human ways to protect herself. You promised that she would always have a friend in you no matter what she was, so you were stuck in a car with Rebekah and an emotionless Elena as you drove through the country trying to find Katherine who had taken the cure from the tomb. You found her in a cafe and you sat next to Elena while Rebekah sat down next to Kathrine. After interrogating Kathrine, you and Elena went to meet her friend, you hid but then Elijah appeared. The reason that he wasn't answering your calls was because he was running around with Katherine, you walked over to them as he grabbed Elena "Elijah nice to know that you're alive but I'm going to need you to let go of her." You mumbled as you leant against the pillar of the canopy. "(Y/N) what are you doing here?" He asked. "Helping your sister." You answered. "I don't understand." He frowned. "You would if you picked up the phone." You muttered "but you should know that you girlfriend killed her brother and the only reason that I came after her with the other two was because she killed someone innocent." "(Y/N)-" "No it's fine I need to get back to Mystic Falls anyway." You mumbled before you left. When you got back to the cafe you saw that Stefan and Damon were there "Rebekah give me the keys to the car." "Elijah he's here." Rebekah said. "Oh I know and I'm done here. I'm sure three of you can deal with Katherine." You said as you held your hand out. "What's wrong?" Rebekah asked as she followed you out. "Your brother hasn't spoken to me in months and then I find out that this is why... I don't even know why I care but I really need to leave so please can I have the keys." You pleaded. "You care because you like him." Rebekah smiled. "Please, the keys." Rebekah sighed before handing them to you and walking back into the cafe as you made your way home.

You ignored Elijah's calls after that instead Rebekah was the one that called you "Elijah stopped answering my calls." She said. "I care why? He's done this before maybe he's just found a new brunette to keep his fancy." You asked. "I know you're angry but he could be in trouble. The last time that he talked to me he was with Nik." Rebekah explained. "You lucky I know how dangerous your other brother is." You grumbled as you got out of bed "pick me up in half an hour." Upon arriving at New Orleans it was clear that Klaus had done something and while he and Rebekah argued you looked around the house."He's not here Bex!" "You brought Elijah's newest love interest." Klaus smirked. "Where is he Klaus?" You asked, he just shrugged. "Alright so the lat time this happened he had a dagger in his chest and I assume you've done the same this time, the question is where are you storing him because he's not here." "Smart girl." Klaus complimented. "We'll find him." Rebekah warned. "I'm sure you will sister." Klaus nodded.

After finding out that Klaus had given Elijah over to a very powerful witch and being put on the back burner, you were tasked with looking after Hayley while the others worked on getting Elijah back. It seemed that they were close to getting him back "You knew Elijah before?" Hayley asked as you sat with your feet up on the coffee table in the living room. "You could say that." You confirmed as you looked at her, she was leaning against the doorframe of the living room before she decided to sit down. "Did you guys have a fight?" She asked. "Yes, well no, I was hurt about something but I guess there was no reason for it." You answered as you picked at your fingers. "Rebekah said that you liked him." Hayley smiled. "He was trying to call you but you weren't answering." "Mmm." You hummed before closing your eyes. "What happens if we can't get him back?" She asked. You didn't realise it but you didn't like the idea of never being able to see Elijah ever again, yes you were angry but that didn't mean that you never wanted to see him again or wished him dead.

They got Elijah back after a few days and you had taken to avoiding him based on your new feelings but it wasn't long before he cornered you "It would seem that you are still angry about Katherine." He said and you looked at him. "I'm not angry about Katherine, what you do in your spare time is your business." You answered as you attempted to walk away. "I admit that I should have called but I wasn't thinking." He answered and you nodded. "That's obvious." You said more to yourself and he pulled you back to him. "And you claim that you're not angry." He smirked and you attempted to turn away from him again but guided your face back to his. "I had time to think when you stopped answering my calls and I noticed that I found myself wishing that I would see your name." "What are you saying?" You asked. "That I would really like to kiss you because given the current circumstances we don't have time for the date." Elijah said softly and you giggled softly before pressing your lips to his in a shy kiss, Elijah pushed himself forward and connected your lips in a fuller more passionate kiss that you found yourself lost in.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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Diego Hargreeves x Powered reader (Platonic Klaus x reader)

Summary: You and Klaus get very drunk in the Academy and have an absolute ball until Diego comes to take you home.

-Reader is from What a Time to be Alive universe

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You’re with Klaus one night, he’s drunk as a skunk and high as a fucking kite all in one incredibly chaotic mixture. Diego’s off gallivanting around the city and you’re not in the mood for any late night crime fighting, so instead you’re chilling with Klaus in the Academy while Reginald is off on some business abroad, or at least that’s what Pogo told you. At the moment Klaus is talking to himself on the carpet as he stares wide eyed at a dream catcher on the far wall. You’re laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, your mind swirling with random thoughts.

“Heyyy..uh...Y/N my favorite Vampire seductress. Hows ‘bout we tell each other a fun fact about ourselves.” He slurs drunkingly, his face a giant smile of bliss. You give him a hum of acknowledgment as you think for a second of what to say.

“Okay I’ll go first. I have a tattoo of a fish skeleton under my right boob.”

He bursts out laughing at the honest bluntness of your comment, “Cheers to our amazinggg tats my friend.” Quips Klaus as he takes another small swig of his liquor. You continue to stare up at the ceiling, your eyes following the dimly lit Christmas lights strung about the walls.

“Okay my turn. When I was 10, I challenged myself to see if I could steal one thing from everyone’s room in a week.”

“How’d that turn out for you?”

“Oh I was highly successful, until Pogo caught me sneaking around old Reggie’s office. Ya know now since I’ve thought about it...he probably saved my ass from some gory fate if Dad actually caught me.”

“Amazing.”

Klaus nods as he shifts himself around to face you, “So my dear, you got anything else that’s highly juicy drama? Come onnnn, you have to have had some wild nights with my bro for sure.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows, hoping for an answer. You roll yourself onto your stomach so as to better see him.

“None that are for your innocent ears, Klaus.”

“Oooohhh the scandal, you know what...I don’t wanna know. Oh hey Y/N have some of this shit it’s seriously sooo good.” Insists Klaus while raising up his almost empty bottle of whatever. You eye it curiously, it does smell appealing if you’re being honest, and there’s no one here to stop you.

“Yeah alright lets get fucked up, why not.” His face breaks out into a full Cheshire Cat smile as he eagerly hands you the bottle of alcohol. You grasp the glass bottle, flashing him a quick smirk before chugging the rest of it, much to Klaus’ surprised amusement.

“Yeahhh Y/N! We’re breakkin the ruulesss tonight.” He laughs while cheering you on. You finally set the bottle down as a do your best to hold in a watery burp, your face making a sour expression instead.

“Classy Y/N.”

“Thank you I’ll be here all night.”

Suddenly Klaus’ face shifts into a fake pout, as he sits on his carpet like a moody six year old, you smile at him as you tilt your head to the side.

“Whatcha thinking ‘bout Klaus.”

“We’re out of booze. This is not good.”

You can’t help yourself as a loud laugh bursts from your lips, the alcohols effects ever so slightly working their way into your bloodstream. He snaps his attention back to you, his face faining shock.

“This is a serious issue Y/N!”

“Exactly! We’re gonna have to go on a mission...to the downstairs bar...for..”

“For..?”

“For the good shit.”

“YES! You’re a genius, no wonder Diego keeps you around...you’re so smart Y/N..and he’s just so...stupid.” Drawls Klaus with an intoxicated giggle at the end.

You snort at the odd compliment of Klaus’ while getting up off of the bed, and setting the empty bottle onto the covers. You stand above Klaus as you reach your hand out for him to take, he gladly accepts your invitation for making more mischief as you easily pull him up, the both of you silently walking out the door and quietly tiptoeing down the vacant hallway. You’re in the lead as Klaus holds onto the bottom of your t-shirt in the darkness. He can’t see nearly as well as you can, so he smartly lets you handle your guys’ stealth mode adventure through the Academy’s eccentric hallways. You listen for any sounds of Pogo or Grace who may potentially cross paths with the two of you, and most likely ruin your fun.

The both of you ever-so-sneakily fumble up the stairs like giggly school girls doing something they shouldn’t be. Once you reach the top you sniff the air for any threats, nothing. Taking this as an obvious sign that everything’s all clear you make a break for the main living room, Klaus hot on your heels. Sprinting faster then you’ve ever seen him before, it’s honestly quit impressive.

You skid to an abrupt stop once you finally reach the back of the bar where all the most expensive and best tasting beverages are kept. Klaus quickly pushing past you to seek out his favorite bottle, you watch him grab one then two different kinds, insisting that they’re both equally as important and they shouldn’t be separated cause that would be a crime. You agree, looking through the vast collection as your skilled eyes finally lock onto your favorite drink. You pick it up eagerly, swiftly turning your body back around to face a visibly excited Klaus who’s practically shaking with adrenaline or maybe it’s whatever drugs he took, you’re not really sure.

“Y/N if you would do the honors.” He asks while handing you his bottle to open since you’re the stronger one here. You set your own bottle down onto the counter, taking his and twisting it with a satisfying pop sound as the cap releases. He practically yanks it out of your hands, giving you a peppy salute before taking a long swig. You leave him to it, opening up your own bottle and taking a hearty drink of your own. The two of you wipe your mouths as you both take a satisfied sigh of relief, enjoying how the alcohol is starting to slowly affect you.

“You know what we need to make this experience extra fantastic?”

“Blow my frickin mind.”

“Music!” Shouts Klaus as he races around the bar and bolts towards the stairs leading down to his room. With your bottle still in hand you hustle after him, practically sliding into his door when you make it to his room. He’s already ahead of the game as he fumbles around with his record player, putting a classic tune on that instantly has you jumping. The two of you practically scream sing the lyrics of the song currently blasting throughout the room and down the hallway. Both you jumping on his bed and dancing around the small area like bad little kids staying up past their bedtime.

You don’t remember how you got to the top floor of the Umbrella Academy but here you are. One fourth of a bottle full in your left hand and a red plastic lightsaber in your right. Klaus standing a couple feet away practically mirroring your own stance. He just looks a lot more fucked up then you are, as he drunkingly swings the saber around like a lunatic.

“Y/N I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!”

“But you were the CHOSEN one!”

“Die rebel scum!” Yelps Klaus as he swings his weapon towards you, he looks like an old man as he’s basically moving in slow motion for dramatics. You give him his moment as you lean into the lightsaber, pretending to get sliced in the most ridiculously dramatic way possible.

“Ugh I am...defeated...blah.”

“HA get fucked loser!” Laughs Klaus who starts to randomly dance around you in a sort of weird victory dance type thing. You raise your own lightsaber up into the air as you shout a loud battlecry.

“SIKE! The evil cannot defeat me....I am INVINCIBLE!” Klaus’ eyes widen as you give him a devilish grin, he suddenly flips you off and screams before hauling ass down the hallway.

“Come get me bitches!!!”

Downing most of your bottle you race after him with your saber swinging wildly in front of you, he turns a corner and then down another in a fruitless attempt at losing you. You suddenly catch him into a corner, stalking slowly over to him like a tigress to her prey, his eyes going wide. But without warning he haphazardly chucks his lightsaber at you, successfully smacking you across the head with it, catching you very off guard and giving him just enough time to book it down the hallway and down the stairs. You quickly recover, downing the rest of your bottle as you trade it for the extra lightsaber. Cackling to yourself like a crazed witch as you continue your hunt for Klaus.

You can hear him running around the Academy so you take a shortcut down another hallway, leading you right in front of him. He stops, eyeing you suspiciously as he gets into a kung foo looking posture.

“I have two lightsabers you dumb-buss. And I’m gonna kick your buns for that little getaway stunt you just pulled. Bitch.”

“Get hit by a car.” Whisper yells Klaus before abruptly turning around and racing down the hallway once again.

As you race around another corner you suddenly smack into the back of Klaus, knocking yourself backwards and onto the floor with a breathy grunt. “Klaus what the he..” Your eyes go wide when they land on an incredibly confused Pogo who’s eyes the two of you suspiciously. You quickly gather yourself as you bolt to your feet, doing a terrible job at hiding the lightsabers behind you in the process.

“Now what is all this ruckus about you two?”

“Oh, what did you hear something suspicious? Me and Y/N/N here were just...uh...checking the halls for any possible intruders.” Rambles Klaus, hands casually on his slender hips as he stares at Pogo with the chillest face possible.

“Yeah, don’t worry Pogo. No thieves in this Academy.” You nervously shrug, giving him a forced smile, though you’re pretty sure you look a bit demented. Pogo looks between the two of you knowing full well that your dumbasses are drunk and causing all kinds of mischief around the large estate. This is definitely not the first time this has happened and probably not the last, he shakes his head as he blinks, “Well then...that’s good to know...I’ll just be in my room reading if you two need anything. Goodnight.”

“Night Pogo.”

“Save travels in dreamland.” Snickers Klaus as you smack the back of his head.

Pogo gives the both of you a kind tight lipped smile before nodding and turning around to walk into his room. You watch as he disappears within, the great oaken door shutting with a small thud. Klaus abruptly swivels to face you, a cheeky grin stuck to his scruffy face, “That went pretty well...all things considered.”

“Guess what.”

“What.”

“You’re a little bitch. And I have two lightsabers.” His eyes quickly widen in realization as he swats at your shoulder, laughing in delight as he practically gallops down the hallway.

“Stop running I might throw up!”

You sprint after him, Klaus leads you down more hallways and stairs until you catch him in the front room. Blocking him from escaping anywhere else into the Academy, unless he opened the front door and ran outside, but that’s highly unlikely considering it’s snowing out and he’s shoeless and without a shirt on except for a Hufflepuff scarf you bought him last year. Klaus fake growls at you while flailing his lanky arms around like pool noodles. You suddenly have the bright idea of jumping onto the wooden table, and without another thought you do just that.

It surprisingly holds you up, Klaus steps back as you swing your dual lightsabers around like a maniac, clearly enjoying yourself in this blissfully warm drunken state. Quickly thinking on the fly, or maybe its his ingrained hero training, Klaus grabs a spare umbrella hanging on the coat rack and swings it at you with a new theatrical passion.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll put you out of your misery!” Shouts Klaus as he swats your legs with the umbrella, you smack him on the arm as he yelps out in pain.

“I’ll put your grandma out of her misery!”

“I don’t even have a grandma you monster!”

“Neither do I!”

The front door swings open just as Klaus finishes his sentence and you loudly answering him back, as the both of you swing your weapons at each other once again. You and Klaus oblivious to whoever just walked inside, until the door shuts with a loud thud, causing the two of you to stop mid hit and look over to the individual standing by the front entrance, who’s looking a very hard mixture of concerned and not sure if he should ask. Your eyes instantly go wide as they land on Diego.

“She started it!” Points Klaus before smacking your legs with the umbrella and booking it down the hallway for about the hundredth time that night. You jump off the table, sprinting towards Klaus with a new found purpose, leaving a confused Diego in your wake. Klaus is fast but not fast enough as you slide past him and block his ass from seeking safety within his room. The two of you have an intense old western style stare down for a couple moments before he breaks the silence.

“I may be vurrryyy outs of it, but I think Diego is hurrr.” Slurs Klaus as he leans himself against the wall.

“Well he’s not allowed in our pillow fort then.”

“We don’t even have a pillow fort Y/N!”

“We gonna have one now! Let’s get inside!” You quickly whisper yell at him, before grabbing his hand and yanking him into his room, shutting the door right after. Forgetting to lock the door in the process. You and Klaus throw some chairs and blankets around, in a sad attempt at making a pillow fort. It looks like a goddamn pillow Godzilla came crashing through your plush city of Pillow Tokyo, but who cares at this point anyways. The two of you begin laughing like a pair of drunken sailors as Klaus hands you another one of his half filled bottles. You gladly accept with a lopsided smile while Klaus mumbles something to himself. A second later the door jiggles and opens a few inches before it gets stuck on a bunched up blanket.

“Y/N, Klaus what the hell are you two doing? And let me in.”

“What’s the password Diego?” Giggles you and Klaus as Diego let’s out a frustrated sigh.

“Uh...”

“Incorrect. You’ve got two more guesses babe.” You playfully snap at him.

“Luther sucks?”

“Errrgggg, wrong again brother.” Quips Klaus, taking the bottle out of your hand to down some himself.

“Y/N is the best?” Tries Diego cautiously, hoping this will be the password. You bolt up from the floor as you lose your footing and catch yourself with a quick smack of your hands into the doorframe. Diego holds in a laugh as he gives you an amused smile, still finding you absolutely adorable even when visibly out of it and quit possibly drunk off your ass.

“DD, hellooowww.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him as you give him a sappy grin.

“Don’t let him in Y/N he didn’t guess the password. It’s Jesus...the passwords always Jesus.” Warns Klaus in the background. Diego raises his eyebrows at that as your face falls in disappointment.

“Dammit Klaus now he knows.” You turn round to hiss at him like an angry cat.

“Y/N I don’t really...uh..really feel good.” Mumbles Klaus as he leans himself back against a pile of pillows. You purse your lips into a tight frown, realizing in your own buzzed state that the fun is over and you’ll have to go home, but it’s cold outside. You look up at Diego as he stares back down at you, he’s not entirely sure if your about to cry or not, until your face abruptly lights up into a cheeky grin taking him off guard.

“Y/N. Don’t do it.” Is all he has time to say before you hastily slam the door in his face and turn around to get the high ground on Klaus’ bed. You’ve got an empty bottle in one hand as Diego shoves the door open eyeing you up like a wolf to his prey. You’d be more turned on by this if it wasn’t for the fact that you really don’t want to go home. He carefully walks in closer to you as Klaus watches in amusement, loudly cheering Diego on. You’re back presses against the back wall as you hold out your empty wine bottle in defense, “None of you bitches could handle me.”

“Y/N put the bottle down.”

“I’ve died of alcohol poisoning twice you can’t kill me!”

“I wish I could do that.” Adds Klaus with a laugh.

“That’s not something to be proud of.” Says Diego as his attention snaps back to you.

“I’ve done cocaine off of Brad Pitts ass cheeks.” You cackle as your face breaks out into another bright smile, Diego lets out an amused huff of air, really doing his best to keep a straight face at your intoxicated nonsense.

“Oh shit me too. Or maybe he was a stripper, ya know I don’t actually recall.”

“Jesus Christ you two.” Mutters Diego as he slowly gets closer to you, his legs now reaching the bed. He gives you a pleading look as he reaches his arm out for you to take.

“No TOUCHY. I have a boyfriend!” You shout back, as he quickly takes the opportunity to snatch your bottle out of your hand and toss it into the nearby destroyed pillow fort.

“Y/N I am your boyfriend. And we need to go home now. Please.” You give him a dirty look before rolling your eyes and walking into his open arms, not being able to resist from him any longer. He hugs you tight while gently setting your feet onto the carpeted floor.

“I’ll help you put your boots and coat on okay? Just sit on the bed please.” He sweetly asks, you oblige without so much as a pout. Letting him take care of you in the smallest of ways, once you’re finally all ready to go he takes your hands and pulls you up.

“See ya ‘round Klaus. Have fun, do crimes.” You wink while shooting him finger guns, he nods his head lifting up a lightsaber to salute you.

“May the forces of this broken umbrella be with you.” Replies Klaus, lifting up the umbrella to salute you again. Diego lets out an amused snort as he says goodbye to his brother and ushers you out the door. He holds your hand the whole time as he leads you throughout the Academy and all the way to the front door, where he opens it for you to walk through.

When you walk outside the air is calm and quiet, the world is cold and surrounded in a shimmering white blanket of fresh snow. A small silent parade of silver confetti falls lightly from the dark sky, landing on your flushed face as cool icy kisses touch your hot skin. It feels nice and has your head spinning as you wait on the sidewalk for Diego to finish locking the front gate. His steps are quiet in the snow as he links his arm with yours, startling you for a second before you relax back into his touch. The two of you walk peacefully through the snow covered sidewalk for about fifteen minutes before you decide to break the quiet.

“So hows’ err night ‘iego?” You slur while struggling to stay balanced, your head feels cloudy and the sparkly snow is messing with your perception due to you being drunk and all. He pulls you in closer while placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head.

“I saved this old guy from getting robbed by some teenage punks, who clearly didn’t know what they were doing. It was too easy, but uh...that was about it. Pretty slow tonight actually.” You let out a satisfied hum in response.

“You’re like...so...hot.” You mumble while craning your neck to get a good view of his face. He looks down at you with an adoring smirk gracing his lips, his very very kissable lips. You can’t help yourself as you pull down on his jacket collar and crash your lips into his, its a sweet but brief embrace, as he pulls away first. You give him an annoyed pout while he smiles, shaking his head at you.

“We gotta make it home Y/N. I can already tell how bad your hangovers gonna be in the morning.”

You give him a what-the-fuck face, still pissed that he broke your kiss so soon and is now instructing you like a mother goose. You’re not having it one bit. In response you pull his hat down into his eyes and trip him into a snowbank, you watch in amusement as he disappears into the cold puffy whiteness. Only to come back into view with an angry grunt as he pulls himself to his feet, you’re absolutely losing your shit watching him struggle and get frustrated with you. By the time he’s removed the snow from his face, he stops his angry protests to watch you crying with laughter. His frustration and growing irritation slowly dissipating away as he sees how truly happy you are, it’s adorable to watch someone like you in such a rare drunkingly blissful state. He breaks out into a tired grin, thinking it best not to provoke you anymore as he abandons the idea of throwing a snowball at you. As this decision may not end very well for him.

“Come on you goofball lets get inside. Some of us can actually get frostbite.” Diego tells you while throwing a snow covered arm over your shoulder, your face breaks out into a crooked half smile as you lean into Diego’s warm side once again. Then without warning your stomach lurches with a nasty after taste of whatever you ate earlier touching your tongue. Instantly you break from his grasp, turning to the snowy street curb and abruptly puking onto the dazzling snow innocently minding its business below. Diego instantly rushes to hold your hair back as you loudly let it all out, your body feels like it’s on fire and your throat hurts as you continue to vomit a nasty mix of alcohol and chicken nuggets. Once done, you quickly wipe off your mouth of any lasting unwanted particles.

You spit in the snow, turning around to face a concerned Diego who looks at you worriedly with those big brown eyes of his. You give him a theatrical bow, before hanging your head down in exhaustion as you slowly shuffle past him.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #falcor the luck dragon stories #number two #the umbrella academy x you

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bisexualklausmikaelson · 3 years

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the sinking man (8/?)

a/n: i really am looking forward to picking this story back up! The previous chapters are up ao3! I have the same username on there so make sure to read my fics there too!!

eight: whispers in the dark

The hybrids are not what she expects, at all.

She thought them to be this group of friends - odd souls that came together through these mysterious powers and bonded over their shared pain. Maybe even a merry band of misfits - like something out of a teen movie.

But instead, the hybrids seemed more like a strong and intense group of warriors, trained in to submission.

"They all look," Hayley sighs, as Tyler shows her around the vast field. She sees all their eyes from a distance - the ones fighting on the grass, the ones practicing their running, the ones working out. "So sad," she says.

Tyler shrugs at her as if he's used to it all by now. "That's because they're all stuck here," he reveals. "This place has a barrier around it, I'm the only one who can freely come and go," Tyler explains.

Hayley tilts her head to one side and raises a brow. "Why?" She wonders.

And unexpectedly, Tyler laughs. "Klaus really didn't tell you much did he?" he asks, jokingly. Hayley looks away, feeling ashamed. "We're his secret weapon in the war, no one else really knows about the hybrids," Tyler adds on.

The she-wolf takes another careful look around the field all of the hybrids seem to be trapped in. Other than a few entry ways into small cabins, she can't see much else for them - no place to do their hobbies, no books, no instruments, or anything else to pass the time with really.

It's as if they were robots.

"So, what exactly do all of you do all day then?" Hayley questions

"Mostly training," Tyler offers. "We have access to pretty much everything we need here, bathrooms, food, showers are all in the cabins - some of Klaus' compelled vampires minions shows up every two weeks or so to clean and replenish anything we need," he tells her, while bringing her to one of the cabins where she assumes that she will be staying in.

It doesn't look like anything special, just a large room with a bunch of bunk beds, a seemingly reasonable sized kitchen, a bathroom. "Wow, sounds like a pretty sweet deal," Hayley comments, thinking of the free lodging.

She regrets her words as soon as she sees the broken look on Tyler's face.

"Hardly," he whispers. "When we agreed to do this, we didn't realize this meant becoming Klaus' pack of bitches," he spits, with anger.

She feels as clueless as ever.

"What do you mean?" Hayley says.

Tyler walks closer to her, looking her straight in the eyes. "We're sired to him - we have to do whatever he says," he confesses and her face is nothing short of surprised. "And Klaus isn't exactly known to be a kind man."

She feels a smidge of betrayal by this information, and even more confusion due to the fact that she doesn't feel so sired to Klaus in the same way that Tyler seems to be.

"He never told me any of that," Hayley softly releases.

Her expression reminds him of when he first became a hybrid. He felt so strong and powerful - the thought of not being forced to turn at every full moon was no longer a worry.

Tyler pities her.

"Yeah," he says. "We didn't know about it either."

(Klaus is gone for longer this time.

Days, maybe even weeks.

It's hard to say - time passes by so slowly in this place.

She spends her days training with Tyler, he's so impressed by how strong she becomes in such a short amount of time that he almost compliments her on it.

The other hybrids are a bit cold towards her at first - they test her, looking her up and down and judging her.

When she does ask about Klaus, she's met with a lot of silences. Almost as if they aren't allowed to speak his name.

It makes her wonder what else he's hiding from her).

A few towns away - the vampire and witch factions seem to be gathering close. The bloody species war has only just begun and the rumbling from each side has torn apart so many.

The original family has always been a group of rulers, leaders - creatures who were both the hunters and hunted.

Elijah and Freya, being the eldest, took it upon themselves to attempt to unite their family as well as the different species they incorporated.

"Brother," Freya, the leader of the witch faction, enters the scene. "Have you gotten in touch with Kol and Rebekah?" she asks, placing a hand on Elijah's shoulder.

He looks out the window of their manor - one of the many Mikaelson mansions located around the country. "Yes," he nods, staring into the night sky. "They won't be joining us, I'm afraid," he admits.

"I see," Freya sings, flipping her long hair. "And Niklaus?" she wonders, as she carefully watches Elijah's reaction.

"He, surprisingly, is on his way as we speak," he smiles, sounding rather cheerful. Well, as cheerful as an original vampire can be anyway. "I'm hoping we can get him to cooperate and join forces with us," Elijah considered.

His sister doesn't seem as enthusiastic. "He's going to be hard to convince," she points out. "He's not exactly fond of teamwork," she asserted, with a finger on her chin, pondering.

He turns to her, his face fills with hope. "It's the only way to bring peace amongst the species, " Elijah claims - he passes his hands along the folds of his blazer, pressing them down and maintaining his perfect posture. "This war is going to get worse and worse if we don't find a way to bring it to an end," he believes.

"I have my witches in alliance with your vampires," Freya repeats. "They aren't fond of the idea of welcoming in Klaus and whatever band of wolves he's been rumoured to gather," she recalls.

Elijah's heard them too - the stories of the missing wolves, the ones who suddenly, overnight, vanished without a trace. The assumption is that it's Klaus' doing, he's the only one known to seek such companionship.

The wolves were a minority of a species, the weakest of the three. It's only natural for them to be desperate enough to team up with even the unbearable likes of Niklaus Mikaelson.

"My brother is," Elijah laments. He could say a million and one things about him, but he settles on this. "Misunderstood," Elijah concludes. "He's not all bad - I assure you."

He thinks of not the monstrous hybrid who makes everyone quake in fear but, of the painter, the dreamer, the sensitive soul who lurks deep inside his brother's body.

"I've never seen that man care for anyone but himself," Freya finally says.

She truly won't believe it until she sees it - the true nature of her mysterious younger brother.

Klaus makes his way towards Elijah's manor.

He hasn't seen his brother since they all got together to celebrate Kol's birthday - their relationship had become somewhat estranged. They have a bad habit of stealing each other's lovers. First Tatia, then Katherina - now well, no one really.

Elijah had occupied himself with his families matters for quite some time. Starting with bringing their elder sister Freya back from alienation. Then, mourning the loss of their brother, Finn.

Afterwards, their mother.

Klaus wonders how his visit will go.

(The wolves are stirring that night -

Hayley feels connected to them, all of them, strangely.

Almost as if she can hear all their hearts beating, the blood coursing through their veins, how they all sink together - like a symphony.

The hybrids suddenly begin having a weird attraction towards her, they start to follow her around like lost puppies, it even confuses Tyler.

He swears he's never seen them act this way.

She's never spent a whole lot of time around other wolves - it was almost as if she was kept away from most of them on purpose. Hayley often thinks about all the things she doesn't know about her past, how she barely remembers her childhood.

Somewhere, in her locked away memories, holds the answers to all her questions.

She hopes that she will be able to recollect them soon).

#klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #klayley #to #the originals #munea writes #tvd fandom #the vampire diaries

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weepingvoidpenguin · 4 years

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At Least He’s Jealous

Summary: Elijah used to be your best friend before he suddenly became cold to you. Damon quickly filled the empty spot and Elijah has kept his mouth shut to keep the peace. But one day, as Klaus does, he pulls a stunt and invites you all to a ball and although none of you know his true intention, you know the invite isn’t optional. Elijah becomes uncomfortable with the idea but knows he has no choice so he bites his tongue when Damon escorts you but how much time will pass before Elijah can control himself and his emotions?

Warnings: Light smut towards the end

Word Count: 8,036

“What’s going on in there?” Damon asked, lightly poking your forehead.

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head and looking away from the fireplace.

Damon sat back in his chair and spread his arms out against the back of the cushions. “I see it on your face,” he explained, studying his cuticles as he spoke and pursing his lips. “What thoughts are dancing around in that little head of yours?”

“There’s no dancing happening here,” you joked, leaning forward in your seat, “Brawling, maybe,”

“Brawl. Dance. It’s all one and the same.” He shrugged and raised an eyebrow at you, “But I can bet what you’re thinking about. Or, rather, whom,”

Your widened eyes looked towards the empty corridor, making sure no one was there before getting up from your chair and throwing yourself at Damon and attempted to wrangle him.

“Put me out of my misery!” Damon feigned death, his hand flying to his lulled head.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” You asked, your grip tightening.

“Trying to not let Elijah hear that you have a huge-“

“Damon!” You shouted and slapped his arm, “I will end you,” You promised, shoving your finger in his face and scolding him.

“What did I just walk in on?” Caroline asked, a teasing glint in her voice.

“Well I was enjoying myself,” Damon scoffed and you crawled off of his lap, embarrassed as the rest of the group walked through the door and Elijah looked at Damon with side-eye.

“Nothing,” you blushed and sat on the arm of the chair next to Damon, “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

Elijah cleared his throat, sitting as far from you as possible and rubbed his hands together, “Klaus wants us to attend some ball of some kind,” he explained, “It’s tonight and he wants us all there.” Elijah stood up and looked at you for a split second then landed his eyes on Elena, “All of us,”

“Did you see how he was looking at her?” You asked Damon, putting on the vervain necklace he had gifted you a while back once Klaus showed up, “I mean, he’s obviously interested in her!” You whisper-shouted and fumed in frustration, “Would you put this damn thing on me?”

“Calm down, princess.” Damon strolled over to you, looking as dashing as ever in his suit as he moved your hair over to one side and clasped the jewelry together, “He’s just trying to make you jealous. Plus, I happen to know a little secret that Elijah has interest in a little human and her name is (Y/N),” Damon rested his hands on your bare shoulders as the dress you wore was an off the shoulder, deep, dark red color with just the right amount of volume at the hips so it wasn’t pinstraight or too fluffy.

You rolled your eyes and kept your curls to the side, “I don’t think that’s the case,”

Damon smiled cheekily at you and opened the slit you had in your dress that started mid-thigh, “Don’t forget to show it off,”

You sighed and examined yourself in the mirror, “How do I look?” You asked, taking a spin in front of Damon.

His pupils dilated and he took in your image, “Delicious,”

You giggled and took the arm he offered, admiring how the two of you looked together, “We really are delicious, aren’t we?” You mocked, kissing his cheek and his eyes cascaded a bit, looking at the bit of exposed cleavage the dress showed off.

“Very.” He growled and you punched his arm.

“Eyes up here, Damon,” you giggled and walked downstairs to everyone else waiting for you.

“You look-”

“Delicious?” Damon offered up and Elijah shook his head in clear annoyance.

Caroline cocked her head to the side, “I was going to say beautiful but,” Caroline looked you up and down and threw a friendly wink your way, “Delicious works too,”

You laughed and complimented her as well. You observed everyone. All the men in suits, Elijah somehow looking even more impressive than he usually did even though suits were all he wore, and all the women dressed to the tens in their gowns. Caroline of course was the belle of the ball, she needed that over the top fluff in her skirt and Elena decided on something a little more sleek and fitting. You all looked like a badass group of spies and you giggled at the thought.

Stefan and Elena went in the car with Caroline while you, Elijah and Damon joined Alaric in his car. Damon rushed to open your door and made a show of looking at your ass as you climbed in but somehow still managed to beat Elijah to the front seat, leaving you in the back with Elijah.

Elijah was the last to get in and closed the door, telling Alaric to follow Caroline as he’d already told her where the dance would be. Alaric nodded and started the engine before opening the windows.

“Windows up,” Damon ordered, “It took forever to do (Y/N)’s hair,”

You giggled and rested your hand on the middle seat as you scooted more towards the front but Elijah stopped you.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he ordered, finally acknowledging you for the first time in hours.

You looked over at him and looked him up and down before scoffing and scooting as close to the front as possible just to irritate him, “So why does Klaus want us at this ball?” you asked no one in particular as you fiddled with the charm hanging around your neck.

“Because he wants to see us all dressed really hot,” Damon chirped from the front seat with a smirk.

“Klaus knows the ball is in his court and we are, unfortunately, at his mercy. He’s just toying with us and seeing how far he can make us go,”

Alaric slammed on the brakes and you were thrown over the middle console, your butt in the air and your hand on both Damon and Alaric’s lap to catch yourself from hitting the dash.

“Sorry!” Alaric yelled and pointed to the car in front of us, “Caroline is a terrible driver,”

The look of worry faded from Damon’s eyes once he saw you were fine, “Hey, what’re you doing up here?”

You huffed, and stuck your boobs back into your dress, “I just missed ya,” You joked and winked at him.

That’s when a pair of hands slid through the slit of your dress, slithered slowly up high on your thighs and pulled you back into the seat. You looked over at Elijah who had a strand of hair out of place that fell onto his forehead, which only made him look sexier, and he seemed a little disheveled.

“Seatbelt,” he growled at you, eyes black as night.

“Safety first,” Damon called from the front, finger wagging in the air.

You clipped the seatbelt in place and did your best to prevent the strap from wrinkling the front of the dress before taking your heels off and stretching your feet, trying to prepare them for a long nights work.

Damon continued to speak to Damon about what Klaus could potentially be up to by making us come to this dance but Elijah had checked out of that conversation a while ago, knowing how brother all too well to know his brother just liked to be the boss.

Elijah cleared his throat, catching your attention and prying it away from the stars outside, “Y-You look beautiful,” Elijah muttered and your heart raced.

He hadn’t been brave enough to look you in your eyes when he said it but the fact that he seemed flustered was enough to encourage you. Elijah patted his lap and you hesitantly placed your feet in his lap so he could massage them.

“Shouldn’t you do that after all the dancing?” You joked, a little nervous.

Elijah shook his head, “I know those shoes aren’t the most comfortable accessory, so I’m just assisting you in getting through the night,”

You closed your eyes and accepted the pleasure he was nonchalantly giving you. Hell, you weren’t going to argue. And especially not with Elijah.

Almost half an hour later and you’d finally reached your destination. Elijah practically leapt out of the car and your temporary excitement faltered.

“You ready, beautiful?” Damon asked, holding out his elbow for you to take.

Elijah looked over his shoulder at Damon’s words but shook his head and walked through the building first, leading the way.

You took Damon’s arm and stayed glued to him the entire time after putting on the mask that you chose out earlier in the night. There had to be some trick to this. What was it? There had to be a reason Klaus wanted all of you to attend this dance. It couldn’t be just because Klaus liked show his power, could it?

Just as you walked in through the doors, your stomach felt like it dropped to your butt and you wanted to walk out of there immediately.

“Damon.” You gripped his sleeve tightly and refused to look at the masked people around you, “I don’t want to be here,”

Damon pulled you aside and placed his hands on your shoulders, “Hey, we’re all here. Nothing’s going to happen to you,” he whispered.

�� You hesitated but nodded and accepted his words and he sighed with relief, especially considering he could tell most of the bodies in this building were vampires but he didn’t want to tell you that just yet.

You stood behind Damon as your unease grew and Alaric stood next to you to provide you comfort.

“We should blend,” Damon spoke to everyone.

They all agreed and Stefan and Elena went to dance followed by Caroline and Alaric.

“I’ll scope out the place, look out for Klaus,” Damon offered, patting your shoulder and abandoning you before you could protest.

“That leaves us,” Elijah spoke up from behind you and when you turned he had his hand outstretched towards you with a very subtle bow, “Can I ask you to dance?”

“Are you sure?” You asked, hesitantly.

Elijah looked up at you confused, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You took his hand and he escorted you to the dance floor. Elijah spun you around freely and you couldn’t help the giggle that arose. Your dress twirled with the motion and your hair spun, effectively whipping you lightly in the face. Elijah smiled at this image of you. One that was worry-free and indulgent. He spun you around one more time before trapping you in his arms and holding you against himself, loving the way your body felt in his.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” Elijah spoke and you cocked your head to the side.

“For what?”

“I’ve been a little cold to you recently, and although I can’t explain why, just know there’s reason,” he explained and you sarcastically laughed.

“There’s reason behind you being a jerk?” You asked, putting some space between the two of you and immediately regretting it.

“Precisely,” he said and looked you in your eyes, “Just know that there is reason is all I ask,”

You observed his eyes and how they scanned your face, desperation and pleading hidden somewhere behind those irises. You could do nothing less than believe him. So you nodded your head looked to the ground.

“Hey,” Elijah whispered, bringing your chin up to face him again, “I wish I could tell you everything and once everything is done, I will. But until then,” Elijah spun you around and pulled you back into him, “trust me,”

“Trust you being a jerk?” You retorted, almost scoffing even though you knew that you already believed him.

“Not necessarily a jerk,” he tried to defend, “Just . . . a little distant,”

You nodded and followed everyone’s motions around you, watching how they danced and wanting to do the same.

“You know,” Elijah started after a while, “You really do look ravishing,”

You dramatically rested your hand on the cleavage exposed and fluttered your eyelashes, “Ravishing?” You asked, “My dear Elijah, you’re starting to lose your cold exterior,”

Elijah blushed and pulled you close to him, pressing your bodies as close as possible as you two just circled around, “This,” he started, “This is what I want, you right here. With Me.” His eyes grew darker with the last few words and a growl emitted. “Not him.”

“Him?” You asked when Damon’s recent behavior popped into your mind.

You and Damon had always been flirty, that’s just how you got along. Now, yes, you could admit he’s amped it up a little to create a little green monster within Elijah, which was apparently working by the way, but it’s about the same as usual.

“Him?” You toyed innocently, “Him, who?”

“You know exactly who. When I saw you walking down those stairs with him, God, I just wanted to-“

“Wanted to what?” You teased, an eyebrow raised in interest at his next words.

Elijah shook his head, “I just wished I had escorted you here.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “You seem to be having plenty of fun with Elena,”

“Elena?” He asked incredulously, humor in his tone.

“Yes, Elena.” Your anger grew, “Everybody seems to be in love with her,”

“And that makes you angry?” Elijah asked.

You gruffed and continued swaying, “Not necessarily,” You said, peeking over his shoulder to watch her dance happily with Stefan.

“Well I can assure not all of us are in love with Elena,” Elijah spoke confidently, his eyes locking with yours before his hand came up to tuck a strategically placed loose stand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t hide your face,”

You blushed and averted your gaze from his but couldn’t find the strength to pull away so you rested merrily on his shoulder. You sighed as you took in his sweet scent, one he’s had for hundreds of years and memorized it to the best of your ability. His hands slithered around your waist and yours rested around his neck. You couldn’t be closer to him if you tried. You knew you should’ve been on high alert but you closed your eyes at the safety and comfort you felt this close to him.

“Elijah?” You mumbled into his neck.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve missed you,”

Elijah’s grip around your waist tightened and his hold intensified. Until recently, you and Elijah had been practically best friends but his cold behavior had put a wedge between your relationship and he stopped coming over during the nights so you turned to Damon when you wanted to talk to someone. Luckily, Damon was patient with you.

“I’m right here,” He comforted, rubbing your back lightly. “It’s almost over,”

“What’s almost over?” You asked, an annoyance making its presence known, “You ignoring my calls? You distancing yourself from me? You putting a wedge in our friendship? Because if so, just end the shit now so we can go back to that because I can’t wait anymore.” You cried, a subtle sob made its way through your body.

Elijah took a deep breath and pressed his cheek to your head, “Okay,” he agreed, his voice faltering just slightly, “okay,”

“Really?” You asked, pulling away to look at him but he immediately pushed you back into place.

“Stay right here,” he plead. “Just stay like this,”

And that was how you stayed for most of the night. Right there in his arms as you two danced the night away. It was only when Elijah’s posture changed that you finally lifted your head and looked him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, glancing around the room, “Is Klaus here?”

“Don’t look around,” Elijah ordered, and pulled away, “Why don’t you go get us some punch,”

You nodded and hurried to the crowded table but stopped when Damon crossed your path.

“How’s it going with Elijah?” Damon asked, his smirk plastered on his face.

You shrugged, “I honestly can’t tell. I mean, he apologized for being distant but never really explained why,”

Damon took a swig of his drink, “At least he can admit to being an asshole,”

“Hardly,” you said, “He still seems distant though,”

“Well at least he’s jealous,” Damon teased.

You shook your head, “Just a little territorial maybe,”

“Well what do you say we make him mark his territory?” Damon smirked and dipped you unexpectedly as he somehow managed to lead you back to the dancefloor full of people wearing champagne colored ballgowns that the orange light of the building complimented.

He pulled you back up and brought you close to him to sway you back and forth.

“Guess who can’t take his eyes off of you?” Damon whispered into your ear.

“You?” You joked.

“Well, obviously but not just me,”

After a bit of casual conversation, you brought up the touchy topic, “How are you and Elena?” You asked, “Still trying to steal her from your brother?”

“Always,” Damon gruffly admitted and looked at Elena who was, unfortunately, dancing with Elijah.

“What the hell?” Damon muttered under his breath, causing you to turn around.

“What?” You asked as you caught sight of the two of them dancing in unison, their lips touching each other ever so slightly. “W-What?” You stuttered.

Your heart dropped and you gulped as a knot began to form in your throat. You knew Elena didn’t have feelings for him but that brought you little comfort as they were kissing anyway. She was in love with Stefan but in your pain, logic was the last thing on your mind. You had told Elena one night at a sleepover with Caroline and Bonnie that you had pestering feelings for Elijah that wouldn’t go away so she knew how you felt about him.

Your eyes scanned through the crowd to look at anything other than those two snogging. Your eyes locked with Caroline and she looked apologetically at you, as if saying that if she could stop it then she would. But why wouldn’t she stop it? Caroline wasn’t afraid to intervene and it was unlike her to just stand on the sidelines. You could tell something was holding her back.

If only you had looked at Stefan or Elena, you would’ve seen the hidden panic in their features.

“How about I go get something to drink?” You asked, pulling away from Damon before he could protest.

“(Y/N)-” He called out but you ignored it and walked over to the crowded table and reached for the nearest water bottle when your hand collided against an unexpected object.

“Oh, sorry,” you apologized and handed the stranger the original bottle before taking a swig of the dark wine on the table.

“Thank you,” he said and you froze at his voice.

“Klaus,” you muttered, your blood running cold.

“Dance with me?” He asked in a way that you knew it wasn’t a question and held his hand out.

Everyone watched as you unwillingly accepted and walked with him to the thinning crowd on the dance floor. Klaus rested one hand on your waist and the other delicately held your hand. You kept a respectful space between the two of you and Klaus seemed to notice.

“Oh, there’s no need for the chivalry,” Klaus joked, “I won’t bite,”

You stared up at him at those words. He was toying with you and he liked watching the fear in your eyes. So you pushed aside the fear and pressed your bodies close together.

“Better?” You asked, an irritation beginning to build with him.

His fake smile grew, “Better,” he agreed and spun you around then rested his lips atop your ear, “So how are you enjoying yourself?”

“What do you care?” You asked, almost pulling away if it weren’t for Klaus holding you in place.

“Well, for one, it is my party and two, you’re a guest, I want you to feel comfortable,” Klaus answered.

“As comfortable as I can in the hands of the enemy,” You responded, venom in your words and you bit your tongue, knowing you shouldn’t test Klaus.

“I’m the enemy?” He asked, “I’m not the one ripping your heart out of your chest,” he looked over your shoulder at Elijah who still had Elena at his side as they watched you dance. “Metaphorically anyway,”

You pried your eyes from the two and stared daggers at Klaus, “What do you want?”

“You ask too many questions,” Klaus responded, his grip on your waist tightening and pulling you tight against him, “Let’s just enjoy ourselves, shall we?”

“Perhaps I could enjoy myself better if I knew your intentions,” you offered up, trying to relax to seem as though you were obeying.

“Oh no, if you knew my intentions there’d be no enjoying yourself,” he retorted, a chuckle in his tone and your anger got the best of you and you pulled yourself out of his grip before attempting to stomp off. Klaus grabbed your hand abruptly and whipped you back into place, pressing your bodies together quickly and a menacing look overcame him, “Pull a stunt like that again and I’ll rip your head clean off your body,”

Your stomach dropped and you avoided eye contact when someone tried to intercede the dance, “Enough, Klaus,” Elijah voice warned, his hand on his brother’s upper arm.

Klaus smiled mockingly at his brother, “Or what?” he asked in amusement, “She doesn’t want to see you, brother,”

As Elijah’s sad eyes scanned your face you looked away and gripped Klaus tighter, not out of comfort for him but out of anger and fear.

“Scram,” Klaus ordered and waved Elijah off.

“(Y/N),” Elijah plead but you refused to look up at him.

“Get out of here,” you practically spit at him, your throat knotting up and tears pricking your vision.

“You heard the lady, she doesn’t want you anymore,” Klaus mocked.

“Elijah,” Stefan gripped the Original vampire and lightly pulled him, “Let them be,”

“My brother, always such a pleasure,” Klaus sighed once he had left you two alone.

You scoffed and blinked away the tears, refusing to let Klaus see any of your weakness.

Klaus sighed and spun you around, “You are quite a stunning creature,” Klaus complimented, resting his lips on the top of your eat, “You know you could turn it off if you want,”

“Turn it off?” You asked, your head nearly on Klaus’ shoulder.

“Your emotions,”

“You mean my humanity,” you refuted, remembering the stories Stefan told you about his early days.

“Essentially,” Klaus agreed and dipped you down, taking a whiff of your exposed and outstretched neck in the process, “And I could give that to you,”

You waited for Klaus to lift you back up but you stayed dipped and his tongue ran across your neck and the eyes of your friends glued onto your figures made you uncomfortable.

“You’re joking,” you said once Klaus had brought you back up.

“On the contrary,” he moved your hair to the side and lightly nipped your neck, “This is your welcoming party,”

“What?” you pulled away and stared at him in shock, just now noticing the fresh on his lips from your body. Your hand flew up to the slit on your neck and you took a step back from him once the veins around his eyes poke through. “Fuck,” you whispered and whipped around, heading towards the front door.

Caroline reached her hand out to you but stuck to Alaric’s side in a defensive stance as the vampires in the building exposed themselves, their fangs bared and ready to go. You looked around for Damon who stood by Stefan at Elena’s side. Damon moved Elena behind the both of them and looked apologetically at you and the realization that he wasn’t going to leave the already protected Elena to protect the very exposed you hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew he loved Elena, knew it more than anything else, but you had no idea he would refuse you protection just to make sure she had extra.

And despite knowing its uselessness, when a hand gripped your arm and whipped you around violently, you raised your hand to punch the vampire in the face. Klaus caught your hand mid-air and his dark eyes centered on you.

“Now, what did I say about running away?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“I-”

Klaus’ gripped on your arm was pried off by a fuming Elijah standing by your side, “Lay another hand on her and I’ll rip you to shreds,”

Klaus tried to pry his hand out of his brothers hold but Elijah’s anger fueled his strength and you’ve never seen him so dangerous.

“I thought you’d be happy,” Klaus tried to defend, “You’d get to keep her for eternity,”

“There’s no keeping,” Elijah spat and you heard bones break under his hold.

Klaus laughed through the pain and shrugged his shoulders, “All there’s left to do is kill her, she’s already got my blood in her system,”

“When?” You asked, taking a step behind Elijah.

“All the wine for the night has my blood intermingled with it, the heartbreak was only to entice her to drink,” he explained.

“The heartbreak?” You asked.

“Explain, brother. Explain how you loved Katerina and couldn’t resist Elena,” Klaus spat back, a warning in his words.

Elijah held his brother in place but refused to look at you, “The kiss you saw earlier between me and Elena . . .” Elijah watched as Klaus’ smile broadened in victory and he heard your quiet sob as the memory that you’d refused to process was forced back up, “ . . . was staged. Klaus made us kiss to hurt you and he threatened us with your life,”

Klaus’ smile faltered, “She’s dead,” he said and the surrounding vampires pounced on us.

Elijah pushed his brother across the room and threw you behind him before the nearest vampire could lay a bite on you. He dug his hand through the chest of a daring vampire and ripped it out of his chest before tossing it on the floor and flipping you around and tossing you towards the Salvatore brothers to enter their circle of protection. Stefan squeezed you in and Elena grabbed your hand without giving you the option to reject her hold.

“I’m sorry!” She yelled over the ruckus, “He made us, I swear he hated it just as much as I did,”

Her words stung but you knew she wouldn’t betray you like that, let alone Stefan. “I trust you!” you yelled and pointed over to Caroline who made way for you to get through the crowd.

“Bonnie!” Alaric shouted into his phone, “Time for plan B!”

And with that the entire place lit up with a blinding white light. Bonnie had given the vampires a ring that made them impervious to the Hold spell that she would place on the building. The light surrounded each individual vampire and held them in place.

“Let’s go!” Caroline shouted, grabbing Alaric and running at vampire speed to the car, tossing him in it and starting the engine.

Stefan and Elena hopped in the car with Caroline while she started her own car and Damon, Elijah and you jumped in with Alaric.

“Drive!” You shouted, the sting in your neck disappearing with the adrenaline.

Alaric stepped on the accelerator, knowing Bonnie’s hold on the vampire’s would only last a few minutes but it would be plenty of time to escape their clutches.

The winding road threw you all over the car and a sharp turn, following Caroline’s lead, threw you into Elijah’s lap and he held you in place. You gripped the back of Alaric’s seat and the above handle to stabilize yourself a bit better with the twisting roads.

The entire car ride was full of adrenaline and it wasn’t until you guys reached the house that you had managed to take a full breath and recuperate.

“What the hell happened?” Alaric asked, his hands running through his hair.

Everyone turned to look at you and your anger came through as your adrenaline passed. Klaus had tried to turn you into a vampire? Why? He apparently made Elijah and Elena kiss. Damon chose Elena over you, which would have been obvious in terms of romance but not in terms of your absolute death.

You stared up at the black-haired, blue eyed vampire with hatred in your gaze.

“(Y/N),” he reached out to you and looked ashamed, “Let me explain,”

You turned your back to him and took your shoes off before snagging your bag up from the couch and heading towards the door. A strong grip held you in place just as you reached the couch and you whipped around, your open palm coming into contact with Damon’s cheek.

Everyone stood there shocked and your fuming anger controlled you as you shoved him again, “Go fuck yourself!” You shouted and stomped towards the front door, “I’m going home,”

You twisted the doorknob and pulled open the door just for it to be closed again, “That’s not a good idea,” Elijah said, his figure standing beside you.

“He’s right,” Stefan spoke up, coming from the living room. “I know you’re upset with my brother right now but here is the best place to be, you’re safe here,”

You scoffed, never once taking your eyes off the door and you pulled on the knob again just for Elijah to hold it in place. “I’m not staying here,”

“You’re staying here,” Alaric spoke up, “We all are. We should call Bonnie and update her on what happened. Let her know we’re okay,”

“She should stay here too,” Elena said, “We need her,”

“We could invite Jeremy?” Caroline offered, “Make a whole sleepover out of it?”

You sighed as Elijah leaned on the door with his hands in his pockets and he stared down at you, “Please, just let me leave,”

“You stay,” he ordered, gently pulling your hand off the doorknob.

You pulled your hand from him and twisted around, throwing your bag and shoes on the floor before stomping up the stairs and staying in the spare bedroom the brothers offered you when you and Damon had grown closer. You stepped out of your dress and opened one of the drawers to pull out an oversized shirt and threw it off before wiping off all the makeup on your face.

You stared at your reflection and watched as the nip on your neck healed from Klaus’ blood in your system. The night recapped in your head and all you could see was Elijah and Elena lip locked and Damon refusing to help you when you needed it the most. You choked on the sobs that racked your body as your legs gave out and you sat on the bathroom floor, wrapped in nothing but your sobs and misery.

A knock on the door interrupted your sobs and you wiped your face before opening the door.

“What?” You asked the handsome vampire.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

You shut the door in his face and turned to sat on the bed and cry yourself to sleep when another knock erupted on the door, “I brought you food,” Elijah offered up and you stopped in your tracks.

Turns out, crying took a lot out of you and you slowly reopened the door before letting him in and closing the door behind him. “What do you want?” You asked, taking the tray of food and sitting on the bed with it.

“I know you’re still upset about what you saw earlier and I just wanted to explain –”

“Explain?” You asked and scoffed as you drank water. “Explain what? That you loved Katerina just like everyone else and Elena looks just like her so logically-”

Elijah sat on the bed next to you and placed his hand on your cheek, “Hey, you don’t really believe anything Klaus said, do you?”

You pulled out of his hold and looked away, “No,”

“(Y/N), Klaus knew my feelings for you and he wanted to hurt me by hurting you. That’s all today was, manipulation,”

“Your feelings for me?” You perked up at that.

Elijah chuckled but nodded, “That’s why I’ve been so distant, I knew Klaus was watching and if there’s anything my brother likes, it’s feeling powerful and in control. I didn’t want him to do anything to you so I pulled away from you but I had to make you believe it or Klaus wouldn’t. I would have told you earlier but he’s no fool, (Y/N),”

Elijah caressed your thigh and slowly made his way up to your neck before turning your head, “Looks like the bite has healed,”

“Perks of having vampire blood in your system,” you joked.

“How do you feel?” He asked, dropping his hand and scooting closer to you.

“Pissed,”

“Understandably.” He nodded.

“And you?”

“Relieved.” He moved the tray out of the way and placed your feet on his lap before he started massaging them.

“Relieved?” You asked but then agreed. You were glad everyone got out mostly unharmed.

Elijah’s fingers pressed into your heel where he knew most of your pain was, “I was scared,” he admitted, “Once Klaus had me kiss Elena I knew what his intentions were,”

“God, can you just stop saying that you kissed Elena?” You asked, crossing your arms and resting against the headboards.

“You have no reason to be envious of Elena. I only desire you and that’s how it’s been since I’ve laid eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes and withheld the moan when he pressed against a painful place on your foot, “Sure,”

“You don’t believe me?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Why should I?” you asked, your eyes closed in pleasure.

“Everyone has been aware of my feelings towards you since the beginning, the only person ignorant of them is you.” He chuckled and started to massage your calves.

“Oh yes, your cold behavior really was quite a reminder of your affection,” You shot back,

Elijah’s grip tightened and you pulled back but he held you down, “In a way, it should’ve been. It was to protect you. Believe me, it was difficult. There were multiple times when I just wanted to hold you or comfort you but I had to put my selfish desires aside and let Damon take my place.”

“So Damon was a set up as well?”

His hand crawled up to your upper calf, “Not at all. In fact, it almost seemed he was a little too eager to take my place. I had to pull him aside,”

You opened your eyes and sat up in interest, “Pull him aside?”

Elijah chuckled and pressed into your thigh and you moaned lightly in pleasure. “Yes, I pulled him aside. The day after you slept in his room for the first time I had to make sure that he didn’t . . . make any advances on you,”

“Advances,” you teased, a smirk on your face, “What kind of advances?”

Elijah looked up at you as if warning you not to test him but he answered anyway, “The kind that I warned him not to even consider or I’d kill him for it,” his fingers danced across your thigh and he sat in between them, one leg on his lap and the other behind him. “So when you continued to sleep in Damon’s room, I would listen just in case,”

“Just in case what?” You asked, now wriggling under his touch and wanting his hands to go up higher, “Just in case we were doing the nasty?” You teased.

Elijah’s smile slightly broadened but he nodded, “Yes, just in case, as you so eloquently put it, you were ‘doing the nasty’,”

“Oh so you can kiss Elena but I can’t fall asleep with Damon?” You asked and watching Elijah’s hands trail up ever so slightly, causing a tingling sensation to emerge from your core.

“I thought you asked not to bring that up anymore?”

“I did but I’m still upset so it still hurts,” you replied.

His smile disappeared and he moved his position, lifting you up from your spot and placing you in his lap and wrapped your legs around his hips, “Darling,” he started, resting his hand on your cheek and looking up into your eyes, “Your envy goes to waste. There’s nothing I want to do with her romantically and the action itself was to save your life. Besides, what you saw was an illusion, a corner mouth peck that had to make you believe it was done. I would never do anything that would risk me losing you, not again.” Elijah placed one hand on your ass, innocently though as he was trying to pull you in closer, and the other rested on your cheek, his thumb running across your lower lip. “I’m yours. Unconditionally and undeniably yours,” he promised, his eyes going from your lips to your eyes and back again.

You gripped the hand that rested on your face and nodded before slowly leaning in, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips pressed against yours. Elijah noticed your intent and closed his eyes, meeting you halfway and letting your smooth lips dance against each other in unison. His soft lips caressed yours and you pulled him in by the front of his shirt, your want and need for him growing.

“(Y/N),” he started but you shushed him.

“Just kiss me,” you begged breathlessly and scooted closer to him, accidentally rubbing your hips against his and moaning when you felt his hardening member against your core. “Sorry,” You apologized, a little embarrassed at the sound you made.

“Shut up,” he said into your mouth before lifting you up and laying you on the bed and hovering over you.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pullng him closer and raising your hips up to grind against his own. He pinned your hips down with one hand and grabbed your inner thigh, moving it outwards so he could position himself between you better. His breath came out ragged and you could feel his restraint as his grip on your thigh tightened and he tried to calm down.

“Please,” you begged, writhing under him, “Touch me,”

Elijah looked up from the place where your hips were going to meet and rested on your plump lips, encasing his on yours then started grinding down on you, eliciting a moan from the both of you. Elijah detached his lips and slowly kissed down from your jaw to your neck, leaving a light trail of saliva behind. Your body tingled everywhere that he touched and his tight grip he had on your arms, pinning you down, were going to leave delicious bruises for you to blush about later.

Your breaths grew deeper and Elijah watched you release every moan that escaped your lips in utter lust and adoration. He took in the sight of you under him, writhing and begging for him. Only him. Ever. He watched how you arched your back towards his chest and he longed to have your breasts in his mouth, if only to kiss every inch of your body. His hooded eyes took you in, collecting and remembering how you bucked against him for more friction.

“Elijah?” You asked, concern etched in your features since he’d stopped his actions.

You calling his name pulled him out of his haze and he met your eyes only to trail his thumb through the crease in your brow and around your eyes to trail down to your lips. He slowly leaned it, his eyes shutting halfway through and pressed his lips against yours. He’d waited centuries for you, thanks to a friendly witch he’d befriended along his journey that promised him hope when he wanted his story to come to an end. He took in how your lips pressed against his and how your hands gripped the collar of his shirt to pull him closer as if how close you were wasn’t nearly enough.

“We can stop right now if you’d like,” he offered, completely content with kissing you for the rest of the night.

“You don’t want to?” You asked, still feeling his dick against your core and you bucked up, if only to hear his groan again.

He gripped your hips and pushed you into the bed before looking at you seriously, “(Y/N), if we continue, I won’t be able to stop. Of course, I want to, I just don’t need to. I’m perfectly content lying here with you and talking, as long it’s with you,”

You brought your hand up and cupped his cheek, admiring the man hovering over you. Elijah brought your palm against his lips and kissed it before placing it back on his face and rubbing his cheek on your hand.

“Elijah . . .” you sighed, your core throbbing with need.

“Yes, my darling?” he asked.

You brought your lips up to his ear and bit his lobe lightly, “Fuck me,”

You woke the next morning to find a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand and you slowly rose to take a sip of it.

You sighed in instant satisfaction when the liquid went down your throat, “Mmm, bean water,” you said to yourself and searched the floor to find your oversized shirt and a pair of shorts to look mildly presentable for when you went to find some food downstairs.

You threw your hair up out of your face and walked out of the room with the warm cup in your hands. You slowly descended down the stairs to find the girl, (Bonnie, Caroline and Elena) all surrounding the island in the kitchen as they drank down their pastries with their coffee.

Once they saw you enter the kitchen their conversation halted and they pretended to drink out of their mugs to hide the smirks on their face.

“So,” Caroline spoke up first, “would you like something to eat?” she offered you a plate with a croissant on it and you dipped it in your coffee then took a bite.

“There’s no way she’s hungry. She must still be stuffed from last night,” Elena joked and you choked on your coffee, spitting some out and onto the counter causing the girls to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“Guys . . .” you mumbled, your blush reaching your ears and you hid your face behind your hand.

“Sounded like you had a nice serving of Elijah,” Bonnie teased, her eyebrow quirked at you.

“Was I really that loud?” You asked, your face grimaced in embarrassment.

“No.” Elena shook her head, “I think only the nearby town could hear you, other than that you’re good,”

“So . . .” Caroline started, shoving you lightly with her elbow, “How was it?”

“What do you mean how was it, we were all basically there.” Bonnie laughed.

“It was . . . nice,” you offered, stating nothing other than that.

“Nice?” Asked Caroline, “I bet it was nice. Real nice,”

“Shall we rehash some main points from the night?” Bonnie offered and Elena spoke up.

“My favorite part was when we could hear the bed squeak followed by an oh so subtle ‘harder, harder Elijah’,”

“You’ve got quite the dirty mouth,” Caroline teased.

“Guys,” you grumbled again though the smile on your face couldn’t be hidden any longer. “You’re one to talk, you know how many sessions I was basically there for when you and Stefan would get it on anywhere you could,” you clapped back.

“We were never loud,” she retorted.

“Yeah, okay,” Bonnie scoffed, taking a sip from her mug.

“ME?” Elena asked, “Don’t get me wrong, I love you and my brother together but oh my god I have to use headphones when you come around,”

You laughed with the girls and after watching a movie with them in the living room, the boys walked through the front door.

“How was the hunt?” Elena asked.

“Bunch of tiny little rabbits,” Stefan responded and kissed her on the forehead before sitting beside her and joining the rest of you. “What are we watching?”

“Murder documentaries,” Caroline chimed in.

“Most of them are vampires,” he answered, ”I’ve met a few here and there,”

You nodded your head, “I’m not surprised,”

Elijah walked over to the spot next to you and sat down then placed your legs across his lap. “How do you feel?” He asked, genuine concern in his tone.

“Raw,” Caroline answered and a fit of snickers arose from the girls.

You looked back at Elijah and made a tight-lipped smiled before agreeing with Caroline, “Raw,” you whispered, though you knew the majority of people in the room could hear you, “But good, great actually,”

Caroline wiggled her eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face.

Elijah watched you, recalling the events of the night before and his chest warmed at the memories. He watched in admiration as you immersed yourself in the show on the tv and continuously asked if some of them were vampires. He observed how your eyes lit up whenever you caught him staring at you or how your eyes shut when you laughed at a comment Caroline made and he made a promise to himself to continue to admire you for as long as you’d let him, for the rest of eternity if you agreed to his proposal.

“What?” You asked after catching him for the fourth time with his eyes on you.

Elijah stood up and offered you his hand which you took without hesitation. He led you to the yard and for a while did nothing but stare at the surrounding trees. You almost asked him if he was okay but decided to give him the time he needed to pull his thoughts together. After a minute or so Elijah leaned in and placed a kiss on the side of your head before letting his lips rest on your ear, “I just wanted to inform you that I’m very fond of you,” he said, as if he’d been holding something back, “No, that’s not it,” he continued, playing with the cuffs of his shirt and twisting the fabric around his fingers, “It’s actually, um, I meant, I’m actually – I really, I just-”

“Elijah.” You chuckled and grabbed his fidgeting hand in yours.

He sighed and rubbing your hand with his thumb, “I love you,” he forced out, feeling his panic spike when he finally managed to say it. “That’s- that’s what I wanted to say.” He took a step back and held his arms out in a shrug, “So there it is,” he said and went back to fiddling with his hands, not bringing his eyes up to yours.

Your eyes widened when he pulled away and you stared at him confused. He’d been your best friend for some time now and whenever he was over you wanted to blurt those words out to him but you were terrified it would drive him away. Yet, here he was, telling you the same words you had been too frightened to declare yourself.

You smiled at the memories you had of him but especially of the ones from last night. You took a hesitant step towards him before placing your lips against his and trying your best to just let him feel what you were trying to tell him but just for good measure you said it anyway.

“I love you too,” you admitted, a small, nervous smile on your lips as you confessed.

“For eternity,” Elijah said, bringing your hands up to his mouth and placing butterfly kisses all over them, slowly going up your arm until he went up your neck and to your lips then finally on your forehead, never really pulling away once he’d kissed the skin above your eyes.

“Potentially,” you muttered after a long pause, “No promises,”

Elijah chuckled, “This isn’t something I plan on losing,” he said, pulling you into his arms and resting his head against yours, “But I’ll wait,”

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Nothing left to say | (2/?)

Prompt: ‘’Everybody is afraid of something, and she will become their fear who they cannot control.’’

Authors Note: Glad that you guys are whipped at the first chapter of nothing left to say!! And as usual, Dylan Sprouse is Elijah Jenkins.

Warnings: may come up some disturbing scenes in the future chapters such as child abuse, manipulation etc.

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Walking upstairs and slammed the door behind you, you let out a sigh. You couldn’t believe how Luther was acting and how he blamed everyone that someone could be the responsible for Reginald’s death.

Shaking your head, you glanced around your room as nostalgia consumed you.You widened your head when you noticed a voice that someone sang. As you waited for a moment, the voice becomes clearler now.

‘‘Children behave...’‘ You shook your head towards the song as you began to move around your room. However, the music stopped and the lights are out and the entire house seemed to be trembling.

You could see the corner or your eye, that bright flashes of light trembled through the window. ‘’Everybody, downstairs, now!’’ You heard Luther shouts as you could hear thunder that filled their ears.

Without hesitation, Allison and you were quickly following him in his footsteps.

Nine year old y/n was standing in a room as a unknown man was tied up as he had something above his head that covered his face. ‘’Conectrate, number eight,’’ Reginald’s voice boomed through the quietly room.

He lifted the hood as it revealed a boy. He was younger than her and a pretty one at that. He had brown curls and brown eyes. Y/n looked towards Reginald with a fearful look.

‘‘I don’t want to do it,’‘ Her small voice echoed. Reginald looked at her with a facade as he walked slowly towards her. His monocle was in his eye as he leaned towards her.

‘‘Do it, you don’t have another choice, number eight,’‘ He straightened up as he stood next to her. Y/n gulped as the boy looked confused and afraid. Y/n’s small figure approached the boy in front of her with guilty look.

‘‘I’m sorry,’‘ She muttered before her eyes turned red and a red mist was coming out from her hand. She flicked towards his forhead and his eyes glowed red for one second before he started to scream in horror.

‘‘It’s coming from outside,’‘ Allison screamed over the thunder. Diego walks past the group and find his way to the doors that led out to the courtyard. ‘‘Whoa...’‘ He exclaimed as he shielded his eyes from the blue light.

‘‘What is it?’‘ Vanya questioned as you noticed her move uncomfortably close as you gripped her arm.

‘‘Don’t get too close!’‘ you shouted as Diego glanced towards you with an eye roll. ‘‘Yeah, no shit,’‘ He replied which made you glare at him.

‘‘Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly,’’ Luther responded. ‘‘Either that or a black hole, one of two,’‘

‘‘Either way, those two options suck!!’ You shouted as you and the rest of them silently stared at the strange portal before a noise catches their attention.

‘‘Out of the way!’‘ You could hear Klaus shout as you watched him clumsliy running with a fire extinguisher in his hand. He shoved both Luther and Diego away before he threw the fire extinghuiser in the portal.

‘‘What the hell do you think it’s gonna do?’‘ Allison screams. Klaus put his hands in the air. ‘‘I don’t know! Do you have a better idea?’‘ He exclaimed.

Before anyone could respond, a loud fit of thunder errupts from the portal itself. The portal begins to shift, electricity crackling in the tinted blue air. ‘’Everybody get behind me!’’ Diego and Luther shouted in unison.

You felt Diego grip your hand which, made you caught his attention. The two of you locked your eyes before you released his grip from you harsly. You missed the guilty look on him before the portal suddenly dissappeared and you noticed a certian figure in front of you.

‘‘Does anybody else see...little number five, or is it just me?’‘

‘‘What’s the date? The exacte date?’‘ Five questioned all of you as you still couldn’t process everything that had happened.

‘‘The 24th,’‘ Vanya quickly answered. ‘‘Of what?’‘

‘‘March,’‘

There’s a silence as you all watched him making a sandwhich as he spread messily the marshmallow fluff onto a slice of bread.

‘‘Good,’‘ he sighed in relief. He began with the other half of slice of bread with the peanut butter one.

‘‘So, are we gonna talk what just happened?’‘ Luther asked him confusedly.

‘‘It’s been 17 years-’‘

‘‘It’s been a lot longer than that,’‘ Five interrupted him as you furrowed your brows towards that. Using his powers, he teleports through Luther to get a few napkins on the counter.

‘‘I haven’t missed that,’‘ Luther muttered.

‘‘Where did you go?’‘ Diego questioned as his brows twitched in frusteration. Five teleported back.

‘‘The future, it’s shit by the way,’‘

‘‘Called it!’‘ Klaus exclaims as he smiled smugly. Allison elbowed him by the side as you rolled your eyes.

‘‘I should’ve listened on the old man,’’ He walks over to the fridge to grab a drink. ‘’You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of dice,’’

‘‘Nice dress,’‘ Five commented Klaus as he tried to sit comfortably without exposing anything as he wore his skirt.

‘’Well, danke!’‘ He smiled towards the compliment and winks at him. ‘‘Wait, how did you get back?’‘ You questioned.

‘‘In the end, I had to project my consciouness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time,’‘

‘‘That makes no sense,’‘ Diego replied.

‘‘Well, it would if you were smarter,’‘ Five retorted back as Diego was pissed off and stood up quickly before Luther stopped him.

‘‘How long were you there?’‘ Luther questioned him as he tried to change the subject.

‘‘Forty-five years, give or take,’‘ Five shrugged. ‘‘So, what are you saying?’‘ Luther began as he tried to process. ‘‘You’re fifty-eight?’‘ Five sighs annoyed as he leans against the table. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes for a moment while you smiled softly towards the familiar gesture.

‘‘No, my consciouness is fifty eight, apparently my body is now thirteen again,’‘

‘‘Wait, how does that works?’‘ Vanya questions. ‘‘Delores kept saying the equations were off,’‘ He turned back towards the group and smiled slightly as you frowned towards the name. ‘‘Bet she’s laughing now,’‘

‘‘Delores?’‘ You asked him as Five shook his head and ignored your question.

‘‘Guess I missed the funeral,’‘ He replied simply as he stared at the newspaper in his hands.

‘‘How’d you know about that?’‘ Luther furrowed as he studied Five.

‘‘What part of the future do you not understand?’‘ He nods over to the paper. ‘’Heart failure, huh?’’

‘‘Yeah,’‘

‘‘No,’‘

Diego and Luther replied in unison. Five looked at them in confusion and frusteration. ‘’Hmm, nice to see that nothing’s changed,’’ Five replied as he clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows towards them.

Five grabbed the drink in one hand and his sandwhich in his other and begins to leave the room, leaving all of you confused.

‘‘The funeral is going to be in the yard, near Ben’s statue, be there in thirty minutes,’‘

y/n walked out of the kitchen like everyone else did before she made her way towards the staircase. but she slows down when she approached Five’s old room further down the hallway.

you noticed that the door was in ajar and you could hear Five cursing under his breath at something. With a curious mind, you decided to open the door. ‘’What?’’ You heard him snap as you flinched towards his harsh tone.

‘‘Is everything alright?’‘ You mumbled but loud enough to him to hear.

‘‘You wouldn’t happen to have normal clothes I could wear?’‘ He questioned you softly as you chuckled slightly as you looked at his clothes.

‘‘Sorry, no,’’ You replied with a soft smile.

‘‘Perfect,’‘ Five groaned as he tossed teh outfit on the bed. ‘‘Stop worrying about me,’‘ You could hear him mumble softly. You snapped your gaze towards him as he looked at you with a smile.

‘‘What are you talking about?’‘ You questioned innocently. Five rolled his eyes.

‘‘You hardly changed since I left,’‘ He replied. ‘‘I know that look whenever you would worry about me,’‘ You huffed. ‘’Of course I’m worried about you, Five, you were gone missing,’’

‘‘Well, don’t be, I’m back now and I’m fine,’‘ He replied. You sighed in frusteration. ‘‘Five, I mean it,’‘

‘‘I know that you have a big ego and you’re too cool to not care about having feelings but, I’m here for you, always have been,’‘ Five looked at you with a smile before you could see the hesitation in his eyes. He noticed something that was wrong.

‘‘By the way, how did it wen’t with Diego? The last time you saw him was when the two of you talked about your plans for the future,’‘ He reminded you as you felt a pang in your chest. You let out a scoff.

‘‘Turns out, it was a total waste, he left the academy when we talked, turns out that he was too afraid of having an ordinary life with an ordinary woman,’‘

#The Umbrella Academy #diego hargreeves x reader #Allison Hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves

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conduitandconjurer · 3 years

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@thewhiteviolinblog continued from X

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Vanya listened to her brother, she understood Klaus’ pain. He had so much going on inside his head, while trying to stay sober and live life. But it couldn’t have been easy with all the ghosts coming to him at all hours, no matter the situation.

"Klaus, you are the strongest person I know. You, Five, and Ben were always so much stronger and far more talented than any of us. You’ve done amazingly to make sure that you could use your powers, properly. And when it got out of control, it wasn’t your fault. It was Reginald’s, for not properly training you.” She shook her head. “You aren’t to blame for that.”

"As for my seeing in the dark.. that’s a side effect of my powers.” She reached out to touch her brother’s shoulder softly, before reaching up to pat his hair. “You are so strong, so powerful and people, living or dead, should respect that.” She looked at her brother and saw someone who was just as broken as she was.

"And yes, our powers are scary. But you aren’t useless Klaus. You’re my brother. You are the kindest, most loving person there is inn my life, and I can’t think of anyone other than you who can do that.” She nodded. “When it comes to helping them cross over, who better than you Klaus. You can’t fulfill every demand, but we can figure out how to help some of them. We can do it together.”

Vanya kept her hand on Klaus’ shoulder and waited for him to be ready to speak again.

“Ugh! Vee! You are so sweet!”

The compliment almost comes out as a complaint, as though Klaus cannot bear his sister’s kindness. Or rather, as if he feels he does not deserve it.

Vanya understands what I am,

Klaus once pretended to joke, at ground zero of a White Violin bomb,

and what I am is sexy trash!

Fun but lacking substance. Sweet but lacking depth. Pleasantly absent, and weak.

This is how Klaus sees himself, despite his own hunger to be thought of as more.

He leans into Vanya’s touch; nothing calms Klaus like someone playing with his curls.

“Pfft, dad. I know I c’n blame him for a lot, but after a while ya get tired of looking back. Or at least I do. But I know you’re right. When I really try hard, I know.”

Vanya calls Klaus kind and loving; the little boy within the jaded addict flurries and leaps: the boy who knows Vanya cried at the death of ants because he got down on his knobby knees and helped her usher them safely off the sidewalk, with a twig, or a leaf, or his own pinkie fingers.

And then she offers to help shoulder the burden of speaking to the dead. This is something no one else has ever thought to give him.

“ . . . are you sure . . . ? It’s. Grim work. Y’know? It’s never people who died peacefully in their sleep, it’s....suicide and murder victims. People cut short before their time. They’re angry an’ they’re needy.”

#ic #thewhiteviolinblog #She Cried When We Stepped On Ants (Vanya)

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elejahfanfic · 4 years

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The Vampire Files/5

Fanfiction

Part 5

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

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tag_ @miguelsbrat

thanks so much for reading xoxo

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“Right- I’m gonna go” Nick took his coat from the chair.

“No- we still didn’t finish discussing the latest,” Elena said shooting a very significant look at her partner, “plus Jenna is making her special lasagne and you got to try it.”

Nick wavered for a second, and then put the coat back on the chair, and sat down at the table.

Elena turned to Joel, now asking him to follow her to the small entrance hall.

“I’m sorry, but we got to work on the case.” Elena said to the surgeon.

“Yeah, I see” Joel said. “I should have called.”

“Yeah, you should have” Elena nodded a little, biting a nervous gulp back.

“Ok” Joel inhaled, twisting his lips. “I’m not going to keep you - I just - wanted to tell you that the other night was amazing and it made me realize that I fucked up and - I won’t give up”

“Joel” Elena started, but he now stopped her before she could continue, pulling her into a deep, long kiss.

In the living room, Nick couldn’t help but overhear them. Unexpected feelings rushed through him, causing his heart to strangely pump with jealousy. Where was this coming from? He barely knew Elena. And these feelings welling up inside him were something he now tried to shrug off.

Sometimes, someone comes into your life, so unexpectedly, takes your heart by surprise, and changes your life forever.

Camille’s words shot out of nowhere. Yes, he cared about her and that was it. There was nothing more.

He now tossed his phone on the table.

“Amaro, everything all right?” Elena said as she walked back in the living room.

“Yes, why?”

“I hope you are not angry that I kind of invited you to stay for dinner. I just -”

“Hey - what are partners for - “

“Yeah - this was so childish of me - it’s just - things are complicated between me and Joel and - “

“You don’t have to explaind.It’s all good. I would have grabbed some food on the way home from the diner. But home cooked is always better.”

“It is. Ok - a beer?” Elena offered and then remembered that there was none. “Ice-cream?”

“Well, actually, I will have some ice-cream.” Nick then said.

“Chocolate chip fudge mint? Or plain chocolate?”

“Plain chocolate, thank you.”

As she served him the ice-cream, they went on discussing the case, which was scrapped after Jenna returned from a shopping spree. She was more than pleased that Nick stayed for dinner.

Darkness was consuming Elena, and Jenna wanted so badly to get her out of it, although she knew that that could never be. But, at least, she could balance it with some normalcy, and that night the trio enjoyed some time out form the world, sharing stories of their childhood, laughing and joking.

***

Days passed by and the investigation about Elena's attack led to yet another dead end. Stefan and Valerie still didn’t let themselves be defeated. There was more to dig and so they continued digging, which led them to Lorenzo St. John, an eighty year old man, in the heart of New York.

In Whitmore

"She wore a very ancient cut of the Lapis lazuli. The one that counteract the wiles of the spirits of darkness and procure the aid and favor of the spirits of light and wisdom." Bonnie said to her fellow forensic science professor, Damon Somer.

"So, she is not just an FBI Agent?!" Damon said.

"I don't know. According to the myth, only a demon huntress wore one"

"So, you think she killed the vampire?" Damon asked.

"I went back to the woods and there was no trace of it. So, if she is the huntress- then- huh, I couldn't save Lexi-" Bonnie's eyes watered.

"Stop beating yourself up. You did your best. You have no magic anymore. There is nothing you could have done"-Damon tried to comfort her.

"You know that others will come"- Bonnie then said.

Damon just sighed.

"I have class- so, see you later?!"- Damon said waving goodbye to his friend.

Bonnie went back to her work. But her mind remained restless.

***** In Washington, D.C., the following day

Elena walked into the office. Nick was already there, finishing some paperwork.

Without any particular hello, Elena asked for the file on Lexi Branson.

"How did it go upstairs?" he referred to her meeting with the Field director passing the file to her.

"The usual. I kinda managed to convince him that all is interconnected and he kinda agreed we work with Stefan- Agent Salvatore and Agent Tulle"

"Kinda?" Nick looked at her accentuating the word.

"We still don't have the green light, but - we will get it. Till then it's just shuffling intel" Elena explained.

"No green light, no shuffling!" Nick said firmly.

Elena narrowed his eyes at him. Being so by the book made her blood start to simmer slightly. She had to live with many loopholes, otherwise she would not have survived in the world of demons and darkness. And yet he was there to balance things out, as the director put it out to her.

She sat down at her desk and went through the file.

"Didn't we close this case?"

"She was not just any kind of random kill," Elena said,"she moved to Mystic Falls from Portland. And look at the tattoo on the neck"

Nick walked over to her and she gave him the picture.

"Ankh-Egyptian sign - life!" Nick remarked.

"I don't think it's a random tattoo. Witches wore it."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Trying to make a connection between all the desiccated women. They all had a tattoo on the neck" Elena said.

"But they were not Egyptian?!"

"No. But each of the women had some connection with the occult."

"Serial killing -desiccating in different States for an occult purpose?!" Nick concluded.

"Something tells me that this not the end" Elena put her thought out to him.

"You still believe it is connected to the attempt on your life?"

"It could be. And then it could not" Elena said closing the file.

An e-mail alert on the computer swayed her from the topic.

"One thing is for sure -there is no rest for the wicked" she said as she read a report that had just come in.

Nick opened the e-mail himself on his computer and read,"Desiccated woman, age 22, found near New Orleans, Bayou, with bite markings on her wrists"

"Now do you believe me?" Elena said tilting her head poignantly.

"Believe? All this is not a coincidence? Yeah. There is a network of serial killers on the loose." NIkc said picking up the phone scheduling the next flight to New Orleans.

He glanced at Elena. Her face went grim. It looked like it lost all the life in her. She browsed rapidly through her files.

"Want to share?"

"No. Just checking stuff on New Orleans- sending you mail on your phone, so we are n'sync," she said,"when is our flight?"

"5:40 p.m." Nick said.

"Right. We have time to meet Bonnie Bennett"

"The forensic from Withmore?"

"Yes. I called her"

"Her report was very thorough," Nick said,"but I guess this is about the talisman she wore?!"

"Exactly. I did some digging. It is worn by a Wicca Society, well, a very ancient Wicca Council - five covens of very powerful witches put their chosen witch to protect the source of all magic"

"This is all about someone messing with the source of all magic?!"

"Bingo! You are really good! I am impressed."

"You are not serious?!" Nick looked at her slightly gone out.

"I'm deadly serious!" Elena cocked an surprised eyebrow at her partner.

Elena knew that his rational brain was not yet willing to accept that there was this whole other world out there that divided this world with the other by a thin veil that people like her encounter all of their lives.

Her phone buzzed and she now read Jenna's message.

"E's adoptive mother is a Dumas werewolf"

**** In the courthouse

Caroline put her phone down not happy with the intel she got about a case. Klaus approached her reading from her sour face that there was trouble.

"They found McKenzie dead. Drowned in his bathtub"- Caroline informed him.

"Not surprised" Klaus said.

"Montgomery is going to walk!! Ugh!" Caroline was fuming as the case was going to collapse without their key witness.

"Come on, we both need a large bourbon. I'm buying" Klaus invited the feisty assistant D.A.

"I am a Martini girl" Caroline said.

"Three olives?" Klaus said.

"Yeah- how do you know?" Caroline was amazed that he knew that particularity.

"Last Christmas you sent the drink back cuz the waitress forgot the three olives!"

"Well, she didn't do her job of listening to me when she took the order" Caroline fought her corner.

"You being particular is one of your strong points. You run the office way better than I do at times.” he complimented her.

"One day I plan to take it over" Caroline said without flinching.

"And so very ambitious!"

"What you see is what you get" Caroline said as they got out of the courthouse.

For quite a while he loved everything about her but kept it to himself.

***

At the same time in the park, near Elena’s favourite diner, Elena and Nick met up with Bonnie. Elena showed Bonnie two photos of a shaman and a woman, who carried the same protective amulet as she did.

"Have you ever met them before?" Elena asked straight forward waiting for Bonnie's reaction.Bonnie didn't hide the fact that she knew them.

"That's Rayna Cruz and Xander Drummond," Bonnie said,"we were at college together. They are now in CSI NY"

"What do you know about the Council of Five?" Elena continued to quizz her.

All Bonnie's suspicions about Elena were now confirmed as her look was telling her that she was not going to accept partial truths, indicating to her that she was part of the same darkness that had been enveloping them from birth.

"It's something like a Dead Poets Society" Bonnie replied.

"Right. Seize the day thing," Elena said, "don't believe you"

"That's what it was. A college thing. We loved the movie so much, so we made out this group- and we still meet once a year. We are something like a sorority/fraternity but different"

"Can I become a member or is it a closed off thing?" Elena then asked.

"If you wish," Bonnie replied,"we do a mean barbicue"

"Where are you meeting this year?" Elena continued with the inqusition.

"Whitmore" Bonnie said.

"Great. Count us in"- Elena finished.

Nick, who was letting her quiz Bonnie without interruptions now looked at Elena with wtf expression on his face.

"Thanks for coming all the way out to D.C. - but I really needed you to identify these two officers." Elena said getting up, “Thank you for coming.”

As they left the diner, and got into the car to head to the airport, Nick could not keep his discontent to himself.

"I guess you and Kenner often played off each other in bizarre situations as these, but, seriously wtf was that about?"

"Stefan and - Salvatore and Tulle" Elena corrected herself,” found out that the Council of Five is connected to a case - Francesca Guerrera involving Kai Parker."

"Kai Parker, who disappeared in 2011," Nick said,"which has never been solved"

"No." Elena said, and was cut off as they were interrupted by an important phone call.

“It’s Benson.” Nick said and took the call.

Elena's mind swayed to the Parker case. Although she and Jackson were not directly involved in it, she was consulted about certain artefacts they found in Kai's apartment.

Flashback

"The Parkers are members of a very powerful witch coven. Gemini" Jackson said.

"But there was no proof of it anywhere. Those artefacts proved only that he was into voodoo, bringing stuff over from Haiti, but there was no proof of practice" Elena said.

"You and I both know it was planted there, to sway them from the real truth"

"That they killed their own son and disposed of him in a way that I don't even want to think about?!" Elena concluded.

"Well, you know that anything is possible. The myths about demonic covens says they don't stop at nothing"

"Double negation!" Elena joked a little.

"Gilbert?" Nick repeated twice to get her attention as it was obvious she was somewhere far away in her thoughts.

"What?" Elena muttered turning to the Agent.

"You switched off," he said."Right. I was just trying to connect certain missing dots."

"Resulting in?" he teased a bit."That I actually need a triple shot of moccacino and a tub of ice-cream. My brain is not really functioning"

"Well, we are soon going to be in the Big Easy so I can imagine you will stuff yourself with sweet potatoe pie!"

"I am actually looking forward to beignets!" Elena gave him a there you have it look.They got out of the car and proceeded to the departure lounge.

***

In New Orleans

Marcel sat down with Aya, a witch asking him to lay his left hand out ready to cut in the palm.

"The nightmares will go away, you promise?" he asked for assurance.

"With this you will be rid of your past"- Aya reassured him-"there will only be future from now on. So, once again, are you sure you want to do it?"

Marcel hesitated for a moment, but then agreed-

"Yes, I want it gone. Forever"

Aya cut into Marcel's hand and as the blood dripped into a bowl with other ingredients already prepared the witch chanted an old spell making all the memories of the past erase from his mind. The strange spell had a very powerful effect on Marcel, making him drowsy, which gave the witch a moment to collect some of his blood in a separate bowl.

There'll be no rest for the wicked There's no song for the choir There's no hope for the weary If you let them win without a fight I let my good one down I let my true love die I had his heart but I broke it every time

_to be continued

#nick amaro #elena gilbert #fanfiction #crossover au #fanfiction tvd au #alternative universe #nicklena #joel goran

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kingofdirtandnothing · 4 years

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@polyfacetious whoops this is four thousand words long

“So Parker was right. This is where you’ve been spending your gardening leave.” Rose Teller has a remarkable gift for looking exhausted, no matter the time of day. Alice has always respected her for it, for not giving in to wearing make up, for not slipping into the loo to touch up lipstick or eyeliner before dealing with a suspect. They played to different roles, and Teller’s role was that of the put upon school marm.

Even here, where she’s followed Peter’s lack of good sense to find Alice where she wasn’t supposed to be.

It was a bit like a bruise, or a bad tooth. Something Alice couldn’t stop probing, feeling the pang that came with sitting here and remembering Henry Madsen, hanging by his fingernails and begging to be saved. He didn’t much like when she asked if Adrian had begged to be saved as well. Or Gabriella. Or Emma, who Alice dug out with her own two hands.

Liar! Her voice had rung out through the big, empty space around them, ricocheting accusingly back down on them both. There were few things in this world that Alice hated more than a liar. But Madsen had given her the information she needed, and Peter Parker, he of the endlessly loyal friend variety, had hung up the phone. Plausible deniability.

Teller was still talking. Alice blinks, dragging her mind up through the depths of the past and into the present, just in time to hear “- have the Madsen verdict. Given the exceptional circumstances, the inquiry have found no grounds for disciplinary action. Which means you’re back...if you want it.”

Alice had thought about it once, very briefly. What it would be like to give up the job. To bin her badge and walk away. Travel the world. Swim with the sharks. Be an honest to God person and not a string of late nights turned second shifts with corpses dancing behind her eyelids every time she dared close them.

“I want it.”

She gets the speech about following orders and being a good girl. Alice makes sure to compliment Teller on the speech. Staying on the boss’s good side was paramount right now. And it’s the thought that fills her head until she’s brought up to the car, and the green eyed little puppy of a Sergeant who was waiting for them. He says welcome back, or whatever.

DS Klaus Hargreeves. Alice shakes his hand. Teller leaves them be. Well, it looked like she’d have a new babysitter. “Do we need to have the talk, DS Hargreeves?” It was like Rose’s exhaustion was contagious. It wasn’t yet nine in the morning and already Alice felt like she was swimming in mud. Hargreeves murmurs a worried little the talk, ma’am and Alice waves that away. “Ma’am is Teller. Boss is fine. The talk is simply...I was unwell.” Liar. “I got better. Nothing more.”

Hargreeves nods along, an eager little puppy. Alice would guess middle child. Only ever managed to get attention by acting out. Now he was trying to do it the “right way”. He tells her that he’s been lobbying to work with her for nine months now. Chasing it up in writing three times a week. Well. The puppy was very stubborn. Some of the ice in her chest thaws. “Tell me about the case.”

Conversation is easy after that. Hargreeves--Klaus hands her the folder and starts towards the scene. “Home invasion.” Alice hides her smile in the manila folder as Klaus swallows a ‘ma’am’. Mommy issues, maybe. He didn’t feel like daddy issues. “Victim is Zoe Luther. Humanitarian lawyer. Found dead in the home. Trauma to the back of the head. Broken neck.”

Alice flips the page over, asks who found her. “The husband. John Luther. Owns a used bookshop. He said he was at the shops, got a call from the wife saying someone was in the home. By the time he made it back, she was dead. Call records do show that Zoe Luther’s phone had a seven minute outbound call to the husband’s phone. 999 call was made an additional four minutes after, from the husband’s phone.”

She bites down on her thumbnail, looking over the words. Alice tries not to let herself make any assumptions this early. She lets the data points wash over her, so that the sediment of them can settle into her mind. “Witnesses?”

Klaus turns onto a quaint little street, lit up by blues and twos splashing their colors along the sides of the houses. There were couples and families huddled on their porches, breathing through the relief of knowing they’d survived something terrible, somehow. “Neighbors saw the husband come home in a rush. Heard screams. One called 999 approximately thirty seconds after the husband did.”

They step out of the car, and Alice is grateful she chose flats today. Heels were for office days, when she needed to cut a particular image when dealing with the suspect. She kept a pair in the bottom drawer of her desk, just for that reason. Alice badges the uniform standing guard in front of all the rubber-neckers with their phones. Klaus holds the caution tape up for her to slip under. What a gentleman.

There are flowers on the front stoop, petals spilling out of the cheap plastic lining. A few have been trampled by CSI, carrying bootprints against soft yellows and pinks. There’s dust on the forced lock, though she doubts they’ll get any fingerprints that belong to someone other than the homeowners.

The living room is a picture of normalcy. A glass of wine on the coffee table, the TV turned low and the news playing on in the background. It was only stepping into the kitchen that the truth of the night unfolded. Alice stays there, just inside of the doorway and lets all of it wash over her.

A broken glass, a broken dish. A photo frame knocked over onto the floor. Scratches on the parquette from the kitchen table being forcefully pushed back. And Zoe Luther. A cold heap on the floor, looking like a discarded doll with her halo of dark curls and her wool socks. “Cutlery isn’t silver. The coffee machine is nice, expensive enough to pawn.”

Klaus steps up behind her, and clever boy, he picks up the thread of her thought and keeps going. “Nothing was taken, according to the husband.” There it is. The heavy stone growing in the pit of her stomach. A feeling of going against the grain, beneath her skin.

“So we have a home invasion. Obvious signs of rage.” Alice gestures idly towards the broken pantry door. “No sexual abuse. Nothing stolen. Does any of this sound right to you, DS Hargreeves?”

She likes Hargreeves all the more for the fact that he doesn’t answer immediately. He looks the room over, looks the body over. “No. Nothing about this seems right.”

“Because it’s not.”

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They stop off on the way back to the station to get real coffee, and Alice gets a muffin that she picks at during the drive. She bins the bottom half of it when they walk into the precinct. Teller is already waiting. The husband is in the interview room. Hargreeves mutters christ, that’s a big lad and Alice has to agree.

John Luther nearly fills the side of the screen where he’s slumped in the interview chair, wearing one of the paper suits they give to suspects and pick ups who come in covered in blood. Uniforms that responded to the call wrote in the file that he was cradling his wife’s body when they made it to the scene. Which means he spent at least ten or fifteen minutes in the back of a patrol car with his wife’s brain matter stuck to his shirt.

Teller gives her a look. Alice stops by her desk. She touches up her red lipstick and pulls the pair of black patent leather pumps from her bottom drawer and replaces her sensible flats with those. Hargreeves steals a look, and then looks away. Good boy.

Alice knows how it changes her. Her demeanor, her gait. Her posture. She plucks the folder from the desk and strides into the interview room, so that she can get her first real impression of John Luther.

“Mr. Luther. I’m DCI Alice Morgan. I’m the senior investigating officer on the case. Do you mind if I sit?” His eyes flit briefly to her legs, and then skip away. A normal response. And given the day he’s had, it may well be the sound of them drawing his attention. Luther nods, big hands curled into loose fists on the table in front of him.

On first whiff, nothing about him rings any alarm bells. A big lad, as Hargreeves phrased it, but Luther wasn’t weaponizing it. His slouch didn’t feel calculated. It felt tired. She asks him as much, gets a gravelly ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired’ in response. Alice touches the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and comes away with a smudge of red.

“I know everything must seem bleak right now, Mr. Luther.” Alice has given this speech so many times that she could do it in her sleep. She’s learned to make her voice soft, her eyes soft. No matter what she’s really thinking, families of victims needed to feel empathized with. “But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to find who did this, and bring them to justice.”

Alice reaches across the table, finger hovering over the button for the recorder. Luther nods before she has the chance to ask. The sound of the recorder spinning up carries in the quiet. “Unfortunately, John-” A calculated risk. He doesn’t seem upset by it. Alice pushes on. “I’ll need to ask you some very uncomfortable questions. Can you think of anyone who might have held a grudge against your wife? You don’t need proof or excuses, it can simply be a feeling of unease.”

Like the one sitting at the base of her skull that Alice couldn’t banish, no matter the evidence laid out in front of her. The primal part of her mind, the dark corners who existed solely to keep her alive, they were ringing hard bells. This man was a killer. She didn’t know how, but she knew.

Luther scrubs a hand over his mouth. His voice shakes when he tells her that he can’t think of anyone, that Zoe was a good woman, a gracious woman that used her time to help people, that he couldn’t think of anyone who would want to hurt her-

His voice breaks, and the emotion in it is genuine. Just like the emotion in his dark eyes.

“Alright. Take a breath for me now. It’s alright.” It feels like rote sometimes, coming in here and saying these things. Alice’s strengths were in the field, it was in reading the minds of the corrupt and the cruel. She wasn’t made for dealing with bereaved loved ones. “Now I have to ask. Were there any marital problems? Were you two working on things? Zoe didn’t have her wedding ring on.”

John’s head tilts there, just a fraction of an inch. Alice thinks gotcha gleefully to herself. “We had a trial separation. We tried it, we didn’t like it. Zoe told me to come home. So I did.” There. There, there, there, each warning clang of a church bell in the back of her skull was watching some of that grief get burned away. By anger. (No mention of the ring. He knew it was gone. Bastard.)

“The thing is John, this is a very singular crime. There was no sign of robbery, and I’m very sorry for having to say these things... no sign of sexual assault.” Alice watches for a flinch, for some kind of reaction. Nothing. Just dark, clever eyes focused on her. But his hands were perfectly still on the table. Not fists. “Crimes like this aren’t random, they’re never without motive. And you can see why our first thought would be here, with you.”

He breaks then, looking away for a moment as the tears well and he blinks them back. Well. No time like the present. Alice puts on a big yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m very sorry. It’s been an exhausting day, as I’m sure it has been for you.” John watches her with watery eyes. He speaks gently, tells her he understands. “How about a coffee?” He asks for tea. It’s the perfect chance to step out.

Alice strides back over to the desk where Teller, Hargreeves and Parker have ringed around Alice’s computer, watching the video footage straight from the interview room. “He killed her.” Alice gestures at the screen. “Peter, am I wrong?”

Peter Parker, perennially single and married to his work all at once, nods. The words are given into his cup of coffee, but she hears them all the same. “You’re not wrong.”

“He didn’t yawn.” Peter is rolling his eyes, and Hargreeves is watching her like she’s mad. “Yawning is contagious.” Teller yawns, because she’s nothing if not suggestible. Hargreeves is looking a little green around the gills, but he works up the nerve to speak up. Ma’am, that research has been debunked- Alice waves the sentence away, though she does appreciate the puppy being brave enough to speak up.

“It’s not about empathy or the brain or anything like that. He’s working so hard to put on that grieving husband facade that he didn’t have time to realize he should have reacted. By the time he did. It was too late. He’s our killer.”

Teller is pleased, but Alice can see the ultimatum coming. We have nothing. Timeline alone is enough to get this laughed out. I need proof. Solid proof. All we have right now is - “Absence.” It smacks her right in the bloody face. “The absence of proof. The door screams crime of passion, but everything else is meticulous. Why stay at the scene if he could have alibi’ed himself at the shops and been done with all of this?”

Little Hargreeves, already worth his weight in silver, if not gold, lifts his hand like this is primary school. Peter laughs so hard he inhales coffee and has to turn away to cough. “I spoke to the neighbors. They said that Zoe has been having a gentleman caller. That Luther hasn’t been home in months. Found the bloke’s name, it’s Mark North. He was at work the entire time, airtight alibi. But he says the only person who didn’t know the separation was final was John.”

That was it, then. Alice can feel her heart racing. “That’s what it is. He’s a narcissist. Acting on compulsion. Everything we found out, it’s because he wanted us to find it. He wanted us to know that his wife was being unfaithful. He wants to punish her, that’s why he took the ring. He wants the media to crow that the loving husband did no wrong, that it’s the wife who went astray and paid for it.” The next words out of Teller’s mouth are the ones Alice doesn’t want to hear.

Find me the ring, then. Or we have to cut him loose.

Tea, first. Alice makes them both a cup, and just like John Luther, she cuts the bullshit when she walks back into the room, sliding him over a cup. Asks if he’s comfortable. The mask is firmly back in place now, the exhausted, grieving husband who tells her that it’s fine, really.

“Sometimes.” Alice was hitting the ground running, now. No room left in her brain for Henry Madsen or her empty flat. Just the chase. “We like to make one of the legs shorter than the other, you know. It keeps the suspect off balance. It makes it so that they can never get comfortable.” It’s only because she’s watching near his elbow that Alice sees the nearly imperceptible bunch of muscle at his hip. Testing out the chair.

“We also use the right police officers for the job. Take me, for instance.” Alice gestures to herself, and takes a sip of her tea. She’ll blame that wave of warmth on weak, too hot tea and not on the feel of those eyes moving over her. “I’ll be sent in to deal with men who are narcissists. Men who are women beaters, who are rapists. Who think they’re better than a woman. It makes them angry, to have to deal with someone they see as beneath them.”

There isn’t so much as a flicker of anger across John Luther’s expressive face. But there is something there, tucked into the corners of his eyes. Curiosity.

“Have you ever heard of Occam’s razor?” John nods, watching her when she stands from her seat and paces over to lean against the wall, hands tucked behind her. It keeps them from fluttering. John rumbles back the definition. But he’s waiting for something. “The only person known to have been at the house was you, John.”

John scoffs a little at her. “Absence of evidence doesn’t necessarily mean evidence of absence.” He’s got Alice’s attention now. And it seems to be mutual. Luther leans forward, tapping his temple. “I see what you’re doing there. A leap.” Alice answers without thinking. A hop, really. “But you’re wrong. Was my marriage strained? Yes. Was my wife sleeping around? Yes. Did I kill her? No.”

John’s entire affect has changed now. No hint of tears at the eyes, no downturned mouth. He’s watching Alice like she’s the only thing in the world and it’s making her feel a little dizzy as she asks can you prove that? John laughs. He actually laughs. It’s faint and over in an instant, but it’s a laugh. “Can’t prove a negative, that means the burden of proof is on you, DCI Morgan. If you think I did this, then you need to demonstrate how and when.”

They were so deeply beyond is he the killer that Alice has circled back around to how can I prove that he’s the killer? No doubt in her mind. “But I won’t be able to do that, now will I?” The audio on the camera, even the recorder won’t have picked it up. But Alice hears that you can try as if it were whispered against her ear. She has goosebumps. “Because you, John, you don’t interact with the world in the way it assumes you will. It makes you hard to understand. And it’s your absence that’s more telling than your speech.”

“Is that a compliment?” There is something predatory in the way his curls those words over his tongue, eyes like a shark and long, powerful body like a crouched panther. Alice doesn’t know why she says it. But ‘yes’ slips past her lips like a confession. Bloody hell.

John leans back in the chair, a pleased little ‘ah’ slipping past his lips. Just like that, his demeanor has softened. Gone was the hunter. “Are you trying to beguile me?”

They’re sparring now. Alice crosses her legs so that she doesn’t have the urge to bounce her knee. “No, John. I wouldn’t be so foolish.” He was a narcissist. The best thing she could do was play to his ego. (It wasn’t a lie.) “But.” She lifts a careful, manicured finger there. “You can be sure that I will find the proof I need. And you will go down. Criminals are never as clever as they think they are.”

“That must get monotonous, for someone as brilliant as you, Alice.” Her name feels illicit where it sits on the tip of his tongue. Alice closes the folder and gathers it in hands that she keeps still and straight with sheer force of will. Out in the hall, she has to take a deep breath before she can face the peanut gallery again.

Time was up. They couldn’t hold him any longer, and no amount of possible ideas to hold him from Hargreeves (good boy) was enough to stop the inevitable. It didn’t matter that it was obvious, that anyone with eyes could see that Luther was excited by them knowing. (She doesn’t say them, Alice says he’s excited that I know and she ignores the look from Peter it gets her.) Teller gives the call to cut him loose. Peter, protective in his own silly way, offers to be the one to let him know. Alice wonders if her cheeks are as pink as they feel.

On his way out, John Luther, used book salesman and murderer, stops by Alice’s desk. “I did enjoy our little chat. You’re very interesting.” He pats the edge of her folder and walks away. Alice has never wanted to break a chair over someone’s back so fiercely in all her life.

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Her apartment is chilly and uninviting, even with a light left on in every room, an old habit left over from her time in University that she’s never been able to shake. Alice kicks off her ridiculous heels and her overcoat, and pads to the kitchen on bare feet. The curry in the styrofoam box in her refrigerator still smells passable.

She eats it right there in the kitchen, because her table is overflowing with cold case files and the kind of photographs that would put anyone off of their dinner. Alice’s mind wanders while she eats, replaying the crime scene over in her mind’s eye with startling clarity. There was something she was missing. Something that wasn’t right.

Stomach full but no more satisfied, Alice sits on the side of the tub and draws herself a bath. While it’s running, she cleans the lipstick away, spending a moment staring at the red smear on the cloth wipe.

Once the tub is full and dusted with soft smelling bubbles, Alice strips down, leaving her work clothes in a heap outside of the bathroom door, like maybe she can hide from all of it if she just shuts the door behind her.

The water is deliciously hot, and it eases the ache building in her arches from wearing those heels for the rest of the afternoon. Alice pins her hair up off of her nape with a pen balanced on the notepad she kept next to the sink, and slips down into the water, her eyes falling closed.

It’s been a long time since Alice made an attempt at a life. Bertrand had been wonderful in his own way, full of fire and intellect. But the challenge of arguments lost their luster when they always came back to the same thing. Her job. You spend more time with the dead than you do with me, Alice. By the time he moved out, she was more angry than hurt.

Without any direct input from her mind, her thoughts trail back to the morning. To John Luther, cut from marble even in the paltry paper suit that sat too short on his forearms and his calves, because of his size. With his bright, clever eyes and his lovely, long fingered hands…

It’s only because she hasn’t been on a date in a few years. That’s why her fingers trace down the inside of her thigh, with the thought of John’s careful mask slipping away dancing behind her closed eyelids.

She thinks of what it would be like to put herself across his lap. In this ridiculous fantasy, she’s wearing a skirt. They’re never practical for work, but there’s nothing practical about fingering yourself while thinking about a murderer.

In her fantasy, he’s in trousers she can work the zipper down. And he’s running his big palms up from her knee to her hip, her skin lit up like streelights following the dusk beneath his touch. His eyes never leave hers, clever and sure of what he’s doing to her.

In her fantasy, he catches a finger at the hip of her knickers and pulls, the flimsy fabric rending like wet paper beneath the strength of his hands. Alice moans, both in the place in her mind and the place in her tub.

In her fantasy, John balls up the fabric and shoves it into his pocket. A trophy to keep. A reminder of what he was doing.

In her bathroom, Alice sits bolt upright in her bath, hands catching on the sides and sending water sloshing onto the floor with loud slaps.

“The ring!”

#ch: alice #polyfacetious #polyfacetious | luther #v: dci morgan #boy did this ever get away from me #my brain is tired now #queued

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Bridegroom's oak tree (John wick x reader part two)

A/N: here's the final part! This was long and complicated guys but hey ! Hope you guys enjoy it.

Request by: @cynic-spirit (request in the first part)

Part one

Word count : 3 983

Warnings: blood?

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John arrived home, dropping his jacket on the couch. He reached for the bar, and served himself a glass of bourbon. He sipped on his cup thinking about the letter. Should he read it? Should he open up a past hope that he had long ago buried away? The cup in his hand he walked up the stairs to his office. He walked in, closing the door behind him, and sat down on his leather office chair. He sipped on his cup again. Looking down at the letter on his desk. He sighed, putting down his cup, and finally holding up the letter into his hand.

He finally decided himself and opened the letter. He read it, a small smile on his lips. Klaus had kept his word until the last day on the job. He had sent him the letter that finally answered his and another one telling him his goodbyes, wishing him as much happiness as he had since John had helped him. He had, in post scriptum, told him that the beautiful lady who answered him also lived in New York and that the tree had finally worked his full magic. John smirked, and started to read the other letter, in a beautiful black lettering. It was clean, perfectly written, in a very poetic style. His eyes scanned the letter a few times before looking at the signature.

(Y/n) (y/l/n). The name sounded sweet. He thought for a minute about his next move. This woman had recently answered him, she must be interested. But was John as interested as before? Was he willing to go look for this girl, and how would things go? After all his life had changed and the risk of having someone in your life was even bigger than before. He had been willing to fall for someone before, taking all the chances he had and protect the woman who was willing to share his life. His life had already been dangerous but he was the Baba yaga. John leaned back on his chair and thought for a minute.

His curiosity was killing him, he felt like he needed to at least see the girl who had picked his letter. All he needed, was to find a girl with that name in New York. It shouldn't be too hard after all for the Mafia's Boss.

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You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You felt lost in this man's eyes and the way he looked at you. He seemed to look through you, a protective look on his face yet severe.

"It's me." He said in a smirk.

He seemed older than you, but it only made him even more attractive. His cologne made you want to let yourself drop into his arms, and you mentally cursed at your weakness. After all you didn't even know that man!

"I-I..I didn't think anyone… would answer actually." You said shyly, trying to control your heart rate.

"Me neither to be honest." He spoke, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Curiosity peaked, however, at his words. You looked at him with a confused look.

"Why wouldn't anyone answer your letter? It was beautiful, and perfectly witten." You said, your shyness flying away.

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John had finally been able to find the woman who had wrote him a letter. He has sent his men through New York and ordered them to find her, but in total discretion. She had been the most wanted girl in town for 24 h before John had finally found her. She was a teacher in a suburban high school and he had access to her work application. The picture made him smile, he had seen beautiful woman who had tried real hard to become pretty but this woman looked like a goddess effortlessly. Had he been this lucky?

John had been awake throughout the following night, pacing back and forth in his house. Was he to just go see her? Was she sincere in the letter, and would she be interested in him? How would she react to him being a mafia lord? No. This was much further into the future. No point in thinking about it so soon. John made up his mind as the hour of sunrise came near. He was going to go see her.

It had been exactly what he'd done. The next day he decided to show up at her school and talk to her. He waited for the classes to be over before going to her classroom. He froze at the entrance as he reached the open door. You were there, softly singing a tune, swaying your hips as you walked in between the desks. When he had knocked on the door and saw the shocked look on your face he felt guilty to interrupt such a peaceful moment. He was rewarded by your beautiful (e/c) eyes staring at him and then looking away as you blushed.

Maybe was it that attraction a predator had towards his prey that made him walk forward as you both spoke a few words. Watching intensely as he could feel your shyness but also your curiosity towards him. The kind smile you harboured made him want to do anything so it would never go away. John felt attracted to you, feeling some weird need to wrap his arms around you and keep you safe. And then you had questioned him. He thought your confused expression was absolutely adorable as you asked him why didn't he thought his letter would be answered. As you complimented it.

"How about I tell you, as we get coffee?" He asked.

He worried to have gone too fast as you quickly looked panicked, but quickly relaxed at your answer with a soft smile.

"Oh yes! I just have to quickly grab all those tests and get my things, I apologise i'll be quick!" You had said in a hurried voice, already running around trying to grab all the papers.

John smirked at you as he watched your body sway through the classroom, patiently waiting.

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You were getting ready for dinner, spinning around in front of your bedroom mirror. You and John had been seeing each other for four weeks now, you had exchanged numbers and talked almost all day long. You were delighted to find out your common love for books and dogs. John was such a gentleman with you. The thought made you blush. You remembered your first coffee and diner, the way he looked at you protectively, as if you were the most precious thing he had. You liked the way he looked serious yet had such a great humour. It was impossible to deny the attraction you felt towards him, physically and mentally.

You smoothed out your little red dress that almost reached your knees, and took a last glance at the mirror before walking out of your room. You took your phone and smiled at John's text. He was already waiting for you downstairs. You hurried up, grabbing your bag on the way out. You walked down the stairs of your apartment building, a small smile on your lips. You felt lucky to find a man like John, who you enjoyed spending time with and felt connected to.

You reached the door and pulled it open, revealing your prince charming and his mustang. But this time was different. You watched as John was on the phone, clearly looking angry. He was speaking in what you assumed was Russian, since he told you that he came from Belarus. You slowly walked up to him, leaving a certain space between you two, allowing him to keep a bit of privacy. You had already seen John angry when he sometimes talked about his business which you still didn't really know about. But this time he looked furious, almost, murderous.

You watched him pace slowly next to his car as he spoke darkly into the phone. It should have scared you, the way he looked so dangerous, but a small shiver ran down your spine and all you wanted was to jump into his arms. Yes, you were intoxicated, the man had you wrapped around his little finger.

Your breath hitched as he suddenly stopped in front of you, looking at you with the darkest gaze you ever seen him give you. You felt captivated by his eyes, like a doe in front of headlights. His dark voice still angrily spoke in russian but this time with a much deeper tone. The frown he harboured made you want to run to him but you were frozen in place.

He finally hung up, his eyes never leaving you. He walked up to you slowly as you swallowed hard, looking up at him.

"Is there something wrong John?" You asked in a small worried voice.

He sighed looking at you, and shook his head. His arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you in. You gladly accepted the embrace you had been craving as you close your eyes, letting your hands rest on his chest. You felt him press his lips on top of your head as you hummed his cologne, feeling safer than ever in the man's powerful arms.

"Nothing darling. Just work." John's raspy voice rang, as you felt the vibrations in his chest.

He pulled away, a small smirk on his lips as you smiled brightly at him. His eyes roamed over you and you could see his gaze shift to a much darker one. You felt your temperature rise just from the look he gave you. He opened the passenger door of his car, his arm still around your waist protectively. His eyes never left you as you sat down on the seat and he walked to the other side of the car, sitting in the driver's seat.

You were headed to a restaurant John had chosen for you tonight. You had ended up taking turns in choosing your next dinner, coffee or date location but John had called you this morning, apologising, and asking you to let him choose a place this one time. You had complied not really minding, after all, all you wanted was to see John.

"I'm sorry you had to see this (y/n), I… hope I didn't scare you." John said, making you look at him.

He kept his eyes on the road, but let his hand reach yours. You squeezed it softly reassuring him.

"It's perfectly fine. I'm not scared of you John." You said in a soft tone.

You could almost see his body lose some tension as your words reached him. Why would you be afraid of him? That was such a silly thought. Well John was maybe a scary looking man, but you did not feel scared of him one second. You watched the landscape as he retrieved his hand. Something felt off tonight. John was tensed, clearly angry at something, but you figured it out it couldn't be against you since every time his eyes fell on you his expression softened.

You finally reached your location, a beautiful fancy restaurant. It was crowded, another thing that surprised you since John didn't really like crowded places. While you were lost in thoughts John had already reached your side and opened the car door for you. You stepped out, being careful not to trip with your black heels. You immediately felt John's arm around your waist again. Yes something was off. He had always been protective of you as if he was afraid something would make you vanish at any moment, but tonight he didn't even try to hide it.

You still leaned into him walking inside the restaurant. The place was beautiful, soft classical music played in the back and everything looked… expensive. You reached the entrance and the waiter smiled at you two.

"Mr Wick, please follow me to your table." The man said.

You walked behind the waiter, intertwining your fingers with John's, trying to relieve some of the tension you could still feel. You finally reached a table, in the back of the restaurant, further away from any other table. It was set for two, and was clearly big enough for six. You notice the two chairs had been placed close to each other instead of in front of each other.

You walked to your seat, John helping you with your chair as you whispered a small 'thank you' while furiously blushing. The waiter didn't wait long to leave, leaving you and John alone at the table. You could still see something was bothering him, and you could keep it together anymore.

"John…" you called softly.

He turned to you, looking at you intensely. Even if his expression softened, he still looked worried.

"What's going on?" You whispered, knowing he heard you clearly.

He took a sharp breath looking around first before letting his eyes fall on you again, his eyes locking with yours.

"Look… (y/n)... I need to ask you something very important. It might sound extremely weird though." He spoke, his voice low and deep, making you lean closer to him.

"Ask me then." You answered in a playful tone, trying to light up the mood.

John smirked at you for a second before his serious expression fell back into place.

"I want to take you home tonight." He said, looking directly into your eyes.

You stared at him, feeling yourself blush at the idea. You were unable to say anything for a few seconds, your mind racing over the idea and possibilities.

"I just need you to stay at my house tonight. You don't have to sleep with me. Just… come home with me tonight." John spoke quickly again.

Now confusion settled in. He wasn't trying to move your relationship to a new level he was trying to keep an eye on you. You didn't feel angry at him, simply confused.

"But… why?" You asked, frowning a bit.

John sighed again.

"It's.. complicated. I swear I'll explain everything tomorrow… but please. I promise I won't force myself onto yo-"

"I know you won't John!" You interrupted him.

He looked taken aback but didn't say anything. He simply looked at you, a small pleading look on his face.

"(y/n) please…"

You had never seen him like this. You wanted to know more, the truth, but you felt like you needed to accept the offer to reach that. You still tried one last time to make him speak.

"Are you trying to protect me?" You asked, a small worried look on your face that made John slightly panic.

Of course he was. His reaction had told you everything you needed to know. You knew his business wasn't safe. Many times you had met and he had been hurt, cuts bruises and sometimes worse. He always played it off, joking about them, saying he took part in some sports combats. You clearly knew he lied to you, trying not to scare you. There was something more and the fear of discovering it was nothing compared to the fear of not knowing.

"You are, aren't you?" You said again, in a lower voice, now clearly worried, not for you, but for John's safety.

He had seemed to deal with a lot while he didn't took care of you and now he wanted to protect you too. You felt like you were a bother to him, risking his own safety because he wanted to take care of you.

"Hey…(y/n) don't be scared, I'm not letting anyone touch you." John was now serious, his murderous gaze back again as he held your hand.

"What about you John? I'm worried about you…" you whispered again, looking at him directly.

He smiled, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers.

"Don't worry about me darling. Just please, stay home with me tonight." He said in a softer tone.

You quickly nodded breathing in and out, trying to control your anxiety.

"Alright. I'll go with you. Can we just stop at my house to grab some stuff?" You asked, glad that there wasn't school for the next two days.

John nodded while smirking at you. You finally saw him relax, and you did the same, finally being able to let go completely. There was still a lot to talk about, but you were patient, you'd wait. As long as you were both safe. However even if the night played on a bit more peacefully than it had started, something still felt off. A gut feeling perhaps that you should have listened to.

Dinner went on smoothly, the conversation falling back smoothly in between you two. You had to be honest with yourself, you felt excited and relieved to be spending the night at John's house.

When you finally walked out of the restaurant the night breeze made you shiver. You were glad that you were stopping at your house before going home with John. You mentally scolded yourself for not bringing a jacket with you.

The ride home was joyful. You and John talking about everything and anything, you playfully asking him to watch a movie with him tonight, as if it were a mere sleepover. John parked in front of your building, and just as fast as you had forgotten about it, the odd feeling came back. You felt something was off again. You both stepped out of the car, as you tried to push away that feeling, thinking about how silly you were acting.

"I'm coming up with you (y/n)." John spoke behind you.

You nodded, not wanting to discuss this, feeling like you would have asked him to come in anyway if he didn't propose.

John walked closely behind you as you two walked up the stairs to your apartment. The feeling grew as you got closer and closer to your apartment. Maybe was it because John was with you? You shrugged it off again. Turning the key to open the door made your heart race, and you felt silly for feeling so nervous. You opened the door to a perfectly normal and peaceful apartment, exactly as you left it a few hours earlier. You sighed smiling up at John.

"Make yourself comfortable I'll try to be quick" you said with a smile.

John smiled back at you as he stood by the door. You quickly glanced back to your closed bedroom door, where you had to pick up some clothes. And then you froze. Closed? You hadn't closed your door before leaving your apartment. You never did. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you quickly spun around a panicked look on your face. John immediately noticed, and his face instantly changed. You slowly walked to your small kitchen table as you spoke, trying to keep your voice from shaking as the tears already stung your eyes.

"Oh by the way, let me make you coffee first!" You said, surprised you managed to sound happy.

As you started a John and John back at you you grabbed a pencil and some sticky notes you were thankful for forgetting on the kitchen table. You quickly wrote something, as John walked up to you.

"Alright then, black with no sugar."

John's voice was perfectly normal, a total contrast to his expression and attitude. The way he quickly picked up on the fact you two couldn't say anything suspicious only reassured the idea that his job wasn't so normal. He took the note in his hand and his expression changed one last time. The look he gave you made you shiver. It was terrifying. He looked around quickly before handing you back the note, while mouthing 'bathroom, lock yourself' to you. You nodded feeling utterly panicked as you walked to the bathroom as silently as you could. You heard John turn on your coffee machine behind you as you entered the room and locked the bathroom door. You were trying to keep your breathing down as you looked down at the note.

'my bedroom door wasn't closed'

You jumped as you heard the sound of things breaking. You took off your heels, and tried to stay as quiet as possible. You heard your front door open notifying you that more people were coming in and your blood ran cold. Your first thought was on John. You were petrified, unable to help him even if you wanted to. You managed to keep a bit of self control remembering how many times you've seen John all messed up but alive. You'd never thought you'd hope that the man you had fallen in love with, because yes you loved John, turned out to be a cold blooded killer, but right now that's all you hoped. You wanted him alive and safe.

When gunshots ran through the apartment you let yourself fall down to your feet, finally letting your tears roam free. You still did everything to stay quite as you silently cried. It all suddenly stopped. You couldn't hear anything anymore but your heart pounding loudly in your ears. Your lungs burnt from the silent tears and the panic. You held your breath as you heard someone walk up to the bathroom door.

"(y/n), it's me, please open the door."

You let out a shaky breath as you heard John's voice through the door. You quickly stood and opened the door. You froze looking up at him. He was covered in blood and even if you hoped it wasn't his you still felt your stomach turn at the sight. You must have looked panicked again because he tried to soothe you.

"Please.. darl-…(y/n), don't be afraid of me… I'll never hurt you." He spoke clearly sounding worried too.

You stepped aside letting him walk into the room. He walked in making sure not to open the door too much and closing back behind so you wouldn't have to witness anything at all. He still stood by the door however, not trying to reach up to you.

"Are you going to tell me?" You asked your voice shaking from the tears.

It clearly broke John to see you like this, and you knew you weren't afraid of him, you weren't angry at him. You just needed the truth.

"I'm the head of the mafia (y/n). Those man learned about you… about… what I felt for you and… you became a target."

You finally understood the recent events as he spoke.

"I tried to keep you safe, you're everything to me… I'm sorry, I told you they wouldn't touch you." John sighed closing his eyes tiredly before opening them again.

You were trying to process everything, of course you had been suspicious of something like this. You were surprised to felt fine towards the revelation. Actually at the moment you only felt relieved that John stood there alive.

"They didn't touch me John." Your voice sounded a bit calmer as you tried to speak.

He looked up at you, a bit of hope in his eyes.

"How do you feel about me then John?" You whispered looking at him.

His eyes stared into yours as his deep voice let you hear the only words you needed to hear.

"I love you."

You threw yourself at him, kissing him deeply. The taste of his tongue making you melt, his strong arms around you making you feel safe. You only pulled away to whisper the only words he needed to hear.

"I love you too. Don't you dare let me go John."

John groaned as he spoke again, his dark eyes staring into your (e/c) colored ones.

"No fuckin way. You're mine nobody's laying a finger on you baby girl."

You let yourself go entirely, you felt safe. Your thoughts wandered back to the Bridegroom's oak tree and you smiled. It must have been magic.

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