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elementalwriter67 · 3 years

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A Kidnapping

Word Count: 7864

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Please Help me, First Turn, How About a Dance, Second Turn and Strained Bonds, A Choice is Made, Happy Birthday, Decade Dance, A Death in the Family, It Should Have Been You

Summary: You and Elena get kidnapped by a recently turned Vampire hunter Alaric and it somehow brings you and Klaus closer while also spelling the end for the creation of Hybrids.

“Hello?” You answered not really looking at your phone and tone distracted as you cradled your phone between your ear and shoulder while continuing to work on your English paper.

“How do you feel about going on a trip with me?” Klaus voice sounded over the phone causing you to stop writing as you sat back in your seat looking at the wall in front of you.

“Where would we be going?” You asked him as your gaze traveled over the photos you had pinned to the cork board. Photos of you smiling and laughing with your supposed friends at different parties and events, and of you and your mother at your middle school graduation and different birthday parties, and one of your father holding you when you were still a baby at the hospital.

“Anywhere you want love.” He answered and you hummed as you twisted around in your desk chair. Your gaze traveling away from a photo of you, Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie, to a polaroid that you’d taken with Rebekah and Kol a few weeks ago with a disgruntled looking Klaus in the background. You couldn’t help but notice that your smile was bigger in the photo of you and the Mikaelson’s than it ever was with your friends.

“Would we be the only ones going on this trip or would the rest of the Mikaelson’s be tagging along?” You asked him as you looked away completely from the photos and tilted your head back so that you were looking up at your ceiling. Klaus chuckled softly on the other end at your comment about his siblings.

“Yes, my siblings will unfortunately have to join us on our trip.” He told you and you hummed again as you nodded.

“And we would still get to go wherever I wanted even though Rebekah and Kol are coming with us?” You smirked when you heard his exasperated sigh.

“Yes. Now love please, enough with the questions.” He huffed out in annoyance and you giggled as you spun in a complete circle in your chair.

“Ok, ok, just one more question, please?”

“Fine, what is it?”

“Why are we going on a trip? I mean I get that my friends are annoying and that we just succeeded in stopping your mothers plans but going on a trip seems rather sudden don’t you think?” You commented and there was a moment of pause as Klaus thought up whatever excuse was currently floating around in that head of his.

“Alaric is alive.” Klaus stated his tone completely serious. At that you sat up straight your eyes widening as you stared ahead at your computer screen trying to process what exactly Klaus just said.

“What do you mean Alaric is alive? Damon was supposed to ensure that Alaric died last night, he shouldn’t be alive he should be dead.” You told him your mind practically reeling as you struggled to figure out why Alaric was still alive. Dr. Fell had even given him a sedative to ensure that he wouldn’t do anything, Damon had agreed to stay there and watch over him as he died, by all rights Alaric Saltzman should be dead.

“Yes well according to my darling sister he is very much still alive and very much willing to carry out my mother’s plan to end me and my siblings, that my dear is why we must run.” He explained and you shook your head as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“No, no, this doesn’t make sense there wasn’t anyone around there that would have been able to give him blood, he shouldn’t be alive.” You murmured more to yourself than to Klaus as you continued trying to think up an explanation as to why the hell he was still alive. Why the hell Esther seemed to continue to be able to fuck with all of you even though she was good and dead it just didn’t make sense. As you thought your gaze drifted up from your laptop and back to your photos, you eyes landing almost immediately on a picture of you and Bonnie dressed up as witches one Halloween. You went ramrod straight as you stared at the photo everything making sense as you stared at Bonnie. Bonnie had to be the reason that Alaric was still alive, the spirits of the witches had been nothing but pains in the asses since Bonnie had discovered them in the first place and if anyone would be more than willing to fuel Esther’s plans no matter what it would be those assholes. So it had to have been Bonnie who fed Alaric blood but the question is why didn’t Damon stop her? And did she do it of her own free will or was some magic joo joo used to get her to do it?

“Love!” You jolted out of your thoughts jumping in your seat as you were pulled from your thoughts and you focused on Klaus’ voice again.

“What? I’m sorry I got wrapped up in my head, what did you say?” You muttered as you leaned forward and rubbed at your forehead a migraine already starting to form from the information you’d possibly uncovered. This was going to be a long, long fucking day you could already tell and you already wanted nothing to do with it.

“I was just asking if you where going to come with me and my family?” There was a certain fondness to his voice as he spoke and you couldn’t help the small smile that started to appear on your face.

You would be lying if you said that the idea of running away with Klaus didn’t sound tempting especially now with knowing that Alaric was still alive and the drama that was going to follow that whole situation. But at the same time you weren’t entirely sure that you even wanted to leave. Sure on the one hand you practically had no relationship between you and your friends now and had all but been alienated from the group, and you hated it here more often than you didn’t. On the other hand though you couldn’t just up and leave this town, you had grown up here, your mother was here, all of your memories (the good and the bad) had all been made here. You couldn’t just leave it all behind for a family that, while you had admittedly grown close too over the last couple of months, you still knew relatively little about and weren’t exactly the most stable of people you had to admit. But you also weren’t finding a lot of reasons to stay that weren’t sentimental either.

“Why do you want me to come with you guys? Wouldn’t I just slow you all down? Especially when it comes to full moons?” You asked him.

“Is it not obvious love, to protect you. Alaric is going to be coming after my family and that means coming after the people that my family care about and you my dear are one of those people.” He confessed to you and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth worrying it as you looked from the blank space on the wall that you had been looking at and towards your bedroom door.

“... What about my mother and school? Would we even be able to ever return to Mystic Falls or would we be spending our entire lives on the run?” You asked him after a short pause.

“Let me worry about your mother and there are plenty of other schools out there in the world love that we will be more than capable of getting you into. And we would only be on the run until we discover a way to kill Alaric once we have we can return here if that is what you wish.” His voice was sincere and a small grin spread across your face at his mention of we. You were silent for a moment still weighing your options as you stared ahead at your computer screen as a slight breeze blew through your room.

“Ok, I’ll come with you.” You finally told him your voice full of a resounding determination as you sat up a little straighter.

“Excellent love, I had hoped you would see things my way. I have one more stop to make before I come get you and then I’ll be over ok?” He stated and you grinned a sense of excitement over coming you as you sat up a little straighter reaching out with your free hand and shutting down your laptop.

“Alright, I’ll get packing in the mean time, I’ll see you later.” You said with a large grin on your face.

“I’ll see you later love.” And with that he hung up the phone.

Jumping up from your seat you grinned wide as you spun around to face the rest of your room excitement coursing through you at the very idea of getting to travel the world now. And sure going on the run wasn’t exactly the best reason to go traveling and it certainly wasn’t a reason to get excited over but you just couldn’t help it. You had always dreamed of traveling the world and now you were finally going to get to do it and with Klaus no less, you couldn't have asked for a better traveling companion. Between him and the rest of the Mikaelson siblings it was bound to be an interesting time even if you weren’t supposed to be on the run.

Walking away from your desk you headed towards your closet and threw open the door to it, reaching inside you pulled your duffle bag down from the top shelf before turning around to face your bed. You paused however when you saw an ornate looking wooden box sitting atop your pillow case with a small note sitting on top of it. Brow furrowing you slowly walked up to your bed, setting your duffle bag down on it, you reached out to the box picking up the note that rested on top of it.

‘To keep you safe and to protect you, in case something happens to you when I’m not there ~K’

A fond smile spread across your face as you shook your head setting the note down on your bed next to the duffle bag as you picked up the box with your other hand.

“When the hell did you find time to put this in here?” You muttered to yourself as you opened up the box your mouth falling open slightly when you saw the little glass vials filled with blood in them resting on a red velvet pillow. One of them was stamped with a cursive K on the side of the vial and the other had a cursive E meaning that Klaus had literally given you a way to willingly turn yourself into a hybrid. He’d given you a choice, he’d given you all the power in this situation, and in a weird way you were touched by his gift.

“Always got to stay one step ahead of everyone else don’t you Nik?” You asked yourself as you closed the box and placed it inside of your duffle back before moving towards your dressed and pulling open the top drawer.

“(Y/N)! Someone’s at the door can you get it for me please?!” Your mother shouted from downstairs just as you had grabbed a couple of shirts from your drawer. Huffing out an annoyed sigh you let go of the shirts and closed the drawer.

“Yeah mom!” You shouted back as you made your way downstairs, throwing open the door to see one of your classmates standing on the other side.

“Hey Thomas, what are you doing here?” You asked him your brow furrowing when you saw an apologetic look cross his face.

“I don’t want to do this (Y/N) but I have too.” Thomas stated and you tilted your head to the side as you looked at him but before you could ask him what the hell he was talking about. He was grabbing your arm and yanking you out the door his arm wrapping around your chest locking you against him and stopping you from fighting as he pressed a wet, sweet, smelling rag over your face. You screamed against the rag as you kicked against the ground trying your damnedest to fight against Thomas as his grip tightened around you and he pressed the rag harder against your mouth. You shook your head as best as you could bucking and screaming into the rag hoping that any one of your neighbors would look out their windows to see what the hell was happening. The more you fought the slower your movements became, blackness creeping in around the edges as Thomas dragged you back across your yard and towards his car. The last thing you saw before the blackness overcame you was your front door and the shadow of your mother coming around the corner.

Moaning softly you pried open your heavy eyelids as you raised your hands to your forehead rubbing at the pounding headache that had formed behind your eyes as you stared down at the familiar linoleum floor. The sound of a pained whimper coming from besides you had you looking up from the floor and towards your left, your brow furrowing upon what you saw. There sitting next to you was Caroline her hands pinned to the desk she was sitting at with pencils and a gag was tied around her mouth the distinct scent of vervain wafting off of her. Her eyes silently pleaded with you to do something as she whimpered again and on instinct you reached up to remove the gag from her mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You jumped slightly whipping around to face the front of the room as you jerked your hand back from Caroline. Looking to the front of the room you watched as Alaric pushed himself off the white board that he had been leaning against, uncrossing his arms as he stepped forward.

“Bonnie’s the reason you’re still alive isn’t she?” It was more of a statement than it was a question but either way it had him smirking.

“Always straight to the point aren’t you (Y/N)?” He commented and you shrugged as you sat back in your seat.

“What can I say the whole begging and pleading with someone who’s already made up their mind was never really my stick.” You looked pointedly towards Caroline as you spoke before looking back to Alaric who was still smirking at you his arms now crossed over his chest again.

“You see that, that right there is why you were always secretly my favorite student (Y/N) you’re smart, straight to the point, a good fighter who showed so much promise… it’s such a shame that you let all that promise go to waste.” He breathed out his voice radiating disappointment and you tensed your hands balling into fists in your lap as your gaze flicked towards Caroline to see her watching on in confused pain.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stated making sure to keep your voice even and face unreadable as you looked him in the eye. A grin slowly spread across his face as he continued to stare back at you, waiting for you to break and impressed when you didn’t.

“Your lies may be enough to fool your friends and poor, naïve, Elena and Jeremy but not me.” His voice was low and threatening and he leaned in as he spoke, propping himself up on the desk with his hands as he continued to look you right in the eye. Muscle in your jaw twitched when you heard Caroline whimper something that sounded vaguely like your name from besides you. But still you refused to look away from Alaric not giving him the satisfaction of thinking that he had won or that he was right. However before either of you could say or do anything else Alaric was perking up his grin widening slightly as he stood up from his position.

“Ah, right on time.” He muttered and your brow furrowed as you watched him look towards the doorway.

~Klaus’ P.O.V~

“Put it out.” Stefan ordered opening the door to Elena’s house watching Klaus as he stalked up the steps a lit newspaper in one hand and a propane tank in the other a determined look on his face that quickly turned into a glare when he saw Stefan.

“Why don’t you come out here and make me.” Klaus taunted his grip tightening on the newspaper as he contemplated throwing the propane tank in the house followed by the newspaper with this opportunity that Stefan had just given him. His eyes widened just a fraction and the smirk on his face fell slightly when he watched Stefan step out of the doorway.

“Elena’s not here. Alaric has her and (Y/N) and he’s going to kill them both unless you turn yourself over to him.” Stefan stated. Klaus froze his body tensing as he stared at Stefan his eyes searching his for the lie, for the trick that Stefan had to be playing on him but when he found nothing he threw the propane tank and newspaper down on the porch.

“Now I know you’re not asking me to walk into a certain death.” He responded, his barely contained anger making his eyes have a hint of yellow as he glared at Stefan who continued to look back at him unfazed by his glare.

“As much as I wish I could say we were with a 1 in 4 odds that we go up in flames with you those aren’t odds I particularly want to play with. Especially not with Elena’s life on the line.” Stefan stated and a muscle in Klaus’ jaw twitched when he left your name out. While Klaus may have been concerned with Elena’s safety as well he was more concerned with yours and should it come down to it he would choose your life over Elena’s of that he was certain.

“I don’t know I still say we take those odds.” Damon stated as he walked out of the house carrying the piece of fence post over his shoulder and a cheeky, shit eating, grin on his face as he looked directly at Klaus who scowled back at him.

“And a hundred percent chance that Tyler dies.” Stefan shot his brother an annoyed look and Damon shrugged his shoulders as he glanced at his brother before looking back at Klaus.

“I’m good with that too.” Damon added on smirking at Klaus who scowled at him while Stefan rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t we just figure out a way to put Alaric down, ok?” Stefan asked as he looked between the two of them and they both reluctantly nodded.

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V~

“No, no more, please, no more!” Caroline begged as she tried to move her head away from Alaric tears pooling in her eyes as she shook her head no. Sitting there silently you watched as Alaric retied the gag around Caroline’s head, your gaze flicking towards the door every few seconds. You could run now that Alaric was busy with them and let Elena plead with a man who no longer existed while you made a break for it. Your only issue was that once you made a move Alaric was sure to notice and he would be on you in a second and you weren’t strong enough nor skilled enough to take on Alaric not on your own anyways.

“Why are you doing this?” Elena asked, her voice breaking as she watched Caroline and Alaric with a tortured look.

“To make it easier on you when you put her out of her misery.” Alaric stated as he picked up the stake gesturing with it towards Caroline who whimpered around the gag, pressing against the chair she was sitting in.

“And then once you’ve killed Caroline, (Y/N) over there is going to kill Klaus when he comes to save her and his precious doppelganger.” He added on and you tensed your gaze snapping back to him at his statement. He watched you with a satisfied smirk on his face and you forced your face to remain impassive as you looked at him pointedly ignoring the painful clenching sensation in your chest.

“What?! No!” Elena shouted looking panickily between you and Caroline a couple of times before her gaze finally settled on Alaric again who was still watching you carefully. You however kept your gaze on Alaric knowing that if you looked away from him right now you would prove him right and then he would out you to Caroline and Elena, and you being outed right now wasn’t something you wanted to deal with right now.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? What you both wanted?” He paused as he looked between you and Elena his gaze settling on Elena finally.

“For me to teach you both how to hunt, to kill vampires? Well there’s a vampire Elena, kill her.” He ordered as he gestured towards Caroline with the stake and Elena’s eyes darted between the stake and Alaric trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. You on the other hand where worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked away from Alaric finally your eyes coming to rest on the beaker full of vervain sitting on the desk behind Alaric.

“No. No, this… this isn’t want I wanted.” Elena all but whimpered out as she shook her head and pressed herself back against the seat of the desk, her fingers digging into the desk top.

“Of course it is, that’s what you wanted. That’s why you spent all those hours training, getting stronger, all so you could be a better hunter Elena. So you both could be. But you see the problem with the two of you is that neither of you has ever staked a vampire before, never experienced the power, the rush of the kill. Which is why you’re going to take this stake Elena and you’re going to kill Caroline and then once you’ve killed Caroline (Y/N) over there is going to kill Klaus.” Alaric stated as stopped pacing and stepped up to Elena handing her the stake. Elena shook her head as she stared at the stake like it was going to jump up and bite her and she opened her mouth to say something but before she could you were standing up from the desk causing everyone to look at you.

“I’ll do it.” You said as you held out your hand for the stake.

“What?! (Y/N) no! You can’t Car-”

“Shut it will you Elena?” You snapped at her, shooting her a glare before you looked back at Alaric who was watching you in suspicion with a hint of mild interest.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? For us to prove that we don’t actually care about vampires? Well Caroline is my best friend not Elena’s so killing her would prove that I don’t care about vampires a lot more than it would prove that Elena doesn’t care. So why not have Elena kill Damon instead? Her killing the Salvatore brother she actually loves proves a lot more of her hate towards vampires than it does her killing Caroline.” You explained to him ignoring the sounds of protest coming from both Elena and Caroline. Alaric hummed as he tilted his head to the side examining you, listening for the lie, for the trick that you had to be playing but not finding one.

“You killing Klaus would prove that you actually intend on killing vampires instead of falling in love with them a lot more than you killing Caroline.” He countered and again Caroline and Elena made sounds of protests from behind you and you ignored them as you rolled your eyes at Alaric crossing your arms over your chest.

“And you expect me to actually trust you to possibly protect me from Klaus’ killer family much less from Klaus himself?” You responded and a proud little smirk threatened to spread across Alaric’s face as he looked at you contemplating what he was about to do next. The two of you had a little starring contest as he thought before finally he nodded his head and held out the stake to you.

“Maybe you did learn something from me after all.” He commented as you took the white oak stake from him and turned around to face Caroline. You twirled the stake around in your grip as you walked around Elena’s desk and towards Caroline who looked up at your face set in stone with wide terror filled eyes.

“Yeah maybe I did.” You muttered as you stepped up to Caroline twirling the stake one last time before you caught it the point facing Caroline who whimpered at the sight of the determined look crossing your face. Subtly Caroline shook her head as she silently pleaded with you but yous tared back emotionlessly.

“No hard feelings,” You started as you raised the stake up but before you could bring your hand down you spun around and lunged at Alaric moving to plunge the stake into his chest instead.

“Right Alaric?” You asked him when he caught your wrist with ease a confident smirk spreading across your face as you tilted your head. Alaric growled as he spun you around ripping the stake from your hand and shoving you back towards his desk and you caught yourself on the edge of the desk.

“I thought I taught you better than that (Y/N)?” He growled out his eyes turning red around the edges as he advanced towards you and your smirk grew into a full blow grin.

“Oh, you did, which is why I’m doing this.” You grabbed the beaker full of vervain as you spoke and threw it at Alaric’s face before he could do anything. Alaric let out an animalistic growl as he stumbled back away from the three of you his eyes squeezed closed as he grabbed at his now burning face.

“Run!” You shouted as you took off out of the room not bothering to wait and see if Elena and Caroline were following you. They would have people coming to save them after all and the most you could hope for was that Klaus or one of the other Mikaelsons would have learned about what happened to you and were coming to save you. You needed to save yourself while you could or else there was no telling what Alaric would do to you after the stunt you just pulled.

You raced down the hallways your stocking covered feet slipping along the floor as you slid around the corner nearly falling to the ground in the process as you scrambled to keep moving. The cafeteria, you needed to get to the cafeteria you would be relatively safe in the cafeteria. There where a lot of windows and they were all high up meaning they couldn’t be easily blocked out like a classroom, plus once there you could get out through the back door of the school and once you were outside you were home free. So you just had to get to the cafeteria and then you’d be free. At least that’s what you told yourself as you ran down the hallways hoping and praying that Alaric was busy with Caroline and Elena.

As you rounded a corner you felt a hand press itself over your mouth as an arm wrapped itself around your middle and you were being pulled back against a hard chest before you could even react. Your scream was muffled against the hand as you were pressed against the back and moved back towards the space in-between a set of lockers. Jerking your head back you tried to hit the person in the nose but your head hit air and you felt as set of lips brushing up against your ear that had a shiver running down your spine.

“Love, breathe, relax love, it’s me, you’re safe, it’s me, I’m not going to hurt you.” Klaus whispered into your ear as you stopped struggling against him relaxing back into his chest relief flooding through you at the sound of his voice.

“Nik.” Your voice was muffled by his hand and you twisted your head around to look up at him his hand following your movement needing you to remain as silent as possible.

“We have a plan to stop Alaric, but I need you to run away, get out of the building and go to the mansion. Rebekah, Kol, and Elijah will be there to protect you and make sure you get home safe. I’ll come find you when we’re done here.” He whispered into your ear, his lips brushing against your ear. Your brow furrowed as you made a sound of protest against his hand and he gave you a small smile in response.

“Go.” He ordered, pressing his lips against your forehead in a quick kiss and then he was gone before you could say anything more. You stood there for a second your forehead tingling from where his lips had touched your forehead a blush threatening to spread across your cheeks as you replayed the thing that had just happened in your head.

Shaking yourself out of it you pushed yourself out of the little alcove and took off running again following Klaus’ instruction and continuing on your trek to the cafeteria. Pushing your way out of the back door of the cafeteria you ran away from the door and towards the parking lot before stopping as you looked around. Biting your bottom lip you looked around suddenly realizing that getting to the Mikaelson mansion was going to be a hell of a lot harder than you had originally thought.

“Fuck.” You breathed out as you ran your fingers through your hair turning in a slow circle as you looked around the parking lot trying to figure out what to do now. Now would be a great time for you to have been a hybrid because then you could have just run home but oh no you just had to put off turning into a hybrid didn’t you? Sliding your fingers out of your hair you dragged them down your neck until dropping your hand to rest on your hips as you huffed out an annoyed sigh. Your fingertips brushed against something hard in your pocket and your brow furrowed, you didn’t remember putting anything in your pocket before you were kidnapped.

“What the fuck-” You stopped yourself short as you pulled a key fob from your pocket. Starring at it you blinked a couple of times before hitting the unlock button. Your head whipped around to see a car’s light blinking as it beeped signaling that it was unlocked.

“Niklaus Mikaelson, remind me to kiss your paranoid hybrid ass for needing to be five fucking steps ahead of fucking everyone.” You muttered to yourself as you shook your head absolutely impressed with Klaus’ planning ability and started jogging towards the car.

Minutes later you were jumping out of the car at Mikaelson mansion the gravel drive crunching beneath your feet and within seconds you were being greeted with the sight of three anxious looking Mikaelson siblings.

“Where is NIk? Why isn’t he with you?” Rebekah asked as she looked around you searching for Klaus like he was hiding behind you or waiting to make his grand dramatic entrance like always.

“He stayed back, he said that they have a plan to beat Alaric. I don’t know what the plan is thought he told me to run and then just disappeared.” You told them and Elijah looked at you with a furrowed brow.

“They?” He asked and you shrugged.

“He didn’t specify who but considering I had been taken with Elena and Caroline I’m assuming he means Damon and Stephan.” You said and Elijah hummed in response his face turning thoughtful as he walked stepped back from the rest of you thinking for a moment. Rebekah and Kol however were far more vocal with their displeasure towards Klaus’ plan.

“Great, just great, can’t wait to see how the Salvatores stab him in the back this time.” Rebekah muttered out her voice practically dripping with annoyance as she glared at no one in particular. You tilted your head to the side as you widened your eyes before straightening your head out and returning your face back to normal, she wasn’t wrong about that.

“Oh please, dear sister, this is Nik that we’re talking about. We all know that it’s going to take more than whatever half-cooked plan the Salvatores’ have come up with for them to be able to kill our brother. Not to mention they kill him they risk killing themselves in the process because I most certainly did not create their blood line.” Kol brought up his tone sounding slightly dismissive despite the reassuring point he’d brought up. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked away from Kol and Rebekah looking towards the ground.

“It’s not Damon and Stefan that I’m worried about.” You muttered the worry eating at your stomach as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. The three of them fell silent as they looked at you seemingly remembering what else hid inside of the school meanwhile you couldn’t forget about what hid inside of it.

“(Y/N) why don’t we get you inside it’ll be far easier to protect you inside of the house than out here, and perhaps we’ll be able to find you a pair of shoes inside as well.” Elijah finally broke the silence and you felt your neck heat in the begging of a blush as you glanced down at your bare feet. Shifting slightly as you could now feel the rocks digging into the bottoms of your feet now that attention had been brought to the fact that you weren’t wearing any shoes.

“Yeah I didn’t really have time to grab a pair of shoes while my compelled classmate was kidnapping me.” You muttered as you started walking towards the front stairs of the mansion the Mikealsons parting like the red sea before they followed you into the mansion. Walking inside of the mansion you moved over to the stairs and sat down on the first three, leaning forward on to your knees as Rebekah came to sit besides you. Glancing over at Rebekah she offered you a reassuring smile as she reached out and grabbed your hand squeezing it quickly before letting go of you. You gave her a small smile in thanks and she smiled back at you.

“(Y/N)?” Looking around Elijah and Kol who had come to stand in front of both you and Rebekah you peered through the railing to see Tyler standing in the doorway holding a box.

“Hey Tyler.” You gave him a small wave making no move to get up from the stairs and play the part you had been playing for the better half of two months now. You were too concerned about Klaus to care right now about your façade being up.

A concerned look came across Tyler’s face when you didn’t immediately try to move towards him or get away from the Mikaelsons and he took a step towards you his grip on the box in his hand tightening. A snarl quickly replacing his look of concern as he glared at the Mikaelsons sitting beside you and standing in front of you. Kol scuffed as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as he gave Tyler an annoyed glare.

“Don’t you have things to be doing sire boy?” Rebekah commented from besides you the annoyance clear in her voice. Tyler took another step towards all of you and Elijah and Kol closed in taking a step towards him and causing Tyler to falter as he looked between you and the rest of the Mikaelsons again.

“What are you monsters planning to do with her? Why do you have her here? If you h-”

“Tyler just stop.” You cut him off as you rolled your eyes your voice dripping with exasperation. You were so tired and done with Tyler’s stupid mocho alpha wolf attitude when he would never be an alpha of a pack in a million years, it was tiring, and it was stupid, and you were done with it.

“Just stop… just go back to doing whatever it is Klaus ordered you too do and leave us alone. I’m perfectly safe here and I don’t need you to protect me or do whatever it is you think that you’re doing, so just leave.” You ordered him causing everyone to look at you in surprise. Though behind the Mikealsons’ eyes there was a hint of pride there in seeing you finally tell off one of your annoying friends.

“You heard the woman hybrid boy run along and finish doing as your master commands.” Kol commented as he waved his hand in a dismissive manor. Tyler glared at him snarling slightly at Kol’s commented while you fought back a smoke and looked towards the ground the corner of your lips twitching upwards.

“Gods, I am so glad that I’m going to finally be leaving this damn town behind I need a fucking break from this place.” You groaned out once Tyler was out of ear shot as you rubbed at your face. Kol, Elijah, and Rebekah all looked at you in surprise.

“You’re leaving Mystic Falls? When on earth did you decide this? And why is this the first I’m hearing of it?” Rebekah asked and your brow furrowed slightly as you looked around at the three of them taking in their shocked expressions.

“This morning when Nik called me to ask me to come with you guys when you leave, did he not tell you guys?” You asked them and they all shook their heads.

“No, in true Niklaus fashion he did not inform us that you would be coming with us.” Elijah commented his tone sounding contemplative as he observed you and you shifted nervously as you looked around at all of them again.

“Is that a bad thing? Do you guys not want me going with you?” You asked them glancing nervously between them all again and besides you Rebekah scuffed.

“Are you kidding me?! This is great! It’ll be nice to finally have another female traveling with us instead of being surrounded by these morons.” Rebekah commented as she leaned over hugging you and you grinned feeling slightly relieved knowing that at least Rebekah would be glad that you were coming with them. Before anyone could say anything else the sound of footsteps walking up the stairs reached all of your ears causing all of you to look towards the door just in time to see Klaus walking through it. Your body physically relaxed upon seeing Klaus fine and blood free in front of you and you were standing up from the steps before you could really think about it. However your brow furrowed when you saw just who Klaus was holding in his arms.

“Why do you have Elena?” You asked him as you looked from Elena’s passed out form and towards Klaus’ grim looking face.

“As it would turn out. Our dear doppelganger here is the key to killing Alaric.” Klaus said his voice sounding monosyllabic as he walked past the four of you and towards the living room. The four of you followed at him, you leading the rest of the Mikealsons as you tried to keep up with Klaus’ longer strides.

“What do you mean Elena is the key to killing Alaric?” You asked him as the rest of the Mikealsons stopped in the doorway but you continued forward a little ways wanting to be near Klaus and make sure that he actually was ok.

“It means that our mother in her innate desire to kill us has linked Alaric’s life to Elena’s so if Elena dies then Alaric dies.” He explained as he set Elena down in a chair and turned around to face all of you. Your gaze traveled over him actually making sure he was ok and breathing out a slight sigh of relief when you didn’t see any blood or rips in his shirt that would indicate that he had been attacked or in dangers way more so than usual. A tense silence fell over all of you as you all looked at Klaus and he stood there in front of you all his face still looking incredibly grim.

“Sooo… does this mean that we don’t have to leave anymore?” Rebekah asked breaking the silence and Klaus rolled his eyes already looking a hundred percent done with his sister and the corner of your lips twitched up threatening to smile at their antics despite the situation.

“Once I’ve drained her of all her blood and she dies then yes we can stay.” He answered and a large grin spread across Rebekah’s face as she clapped her hands together spinning around on the ball of her foot.

“Perfect! I’ll go tell you hybrids to start unpacking, come on boys.” Rebekah stated as she grabbed both Elijah and Kol by their hands and started dragging them out of the room leaving the two of you alone, closing the door behind them. You breathed out a brief sigh of relief before looking back to Klaus and you were moving towards him before he could say anything wrapping your arms around him you pulled him into a hug before stop you. Klaus’ body tensed in your arms before he relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around you which in turned caused you to relax fully as well. The two of you stood like that for a few moments before you pulled away from him your face heated in a blush as you looked towards Elena to distract yourself.

“Are you actually going to go through with it? Are you really going to kill Elena?” You asked him and he sighed running his fingers through his hair as he took a step towards you feeling the need to be close to you just like you do him.

“As much as I don’t want to, I have to, if I don’t kill Elena then Alaric will never stop hunting us we will be living our lives on the run once again and that is not something neither I nor my family are eager to repeat.” He stated the reluctance clear in his voice as he looked at Elena and then towards you.

“It is also not a life you should be forced to live either.” He added on and you looked at him your eyes widening slightly in surprise as you shook your head.

“I agreed to come with you Nik, it’s a life I’m willing and ready to live so long as I get to live it with you, besides if you kill Elena what will happen to your hybrids? The blood bags you get from Elena today will only last so long before they run out.” You felt your blush grow worse as you realized what it is exactly that you just said and you refused to look fully at Klaus again, missing the small smile that he gave you his eyes shinning with an unidentified emotion.

“There will be another doppelganger whether in this century or the next thousand years, and if there’s not I will find another way to make my hybrids. I spent a thousand years finding this one, I’m sure there will be another way we have the rest of our lives to find it.” He confessed and your gaze snapped towards his a stunned silence taking over you as you absorbed what he just said. You couldn’t believe that Klaus was willing to sacrifice everything that he had worked so hard for just for you and his family, it was a move that you had never thought Klaus would make. You had always assumed that Klaus would choose Elena over you like so many other people had yet here he was not only choosing you over Elena but his family as well and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

“Yeah… yeah we do.” You told him and he smiled back at you. There was a moment of silence between the two fo you before you finally broke it huffing out a small breathe as your hands came to rest on your hips.

“Ok, so what do you need me to do?” You asked him and his grin grew as he walked up to you and his hands came to rest on your shoulders and he looked you directly in the eye.

“What I need you to do is nothing love. Go home, unpack whatever you managed to pack and find a place to keep that gift I gave you safe, ok?” He asked you and you pouted a little hoping that he would change his mind and let you stay to help in anyway that you could but when he made no move to change his mind you sighed.

“Fine.” You muttered out and he grinned before leaning forward and placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Good, Kol will bring you home as soon as my siblings stop listening at the door.” He let go of your shoulders and took a step back as he looked towards the door just in time to see Kol come stumbling through it. Elijah and Rebekah stood in the doorway looking anywhere but at you and Klaus trying to act like they hadn’t been listening at the door and you couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Kol’s face.

“Ready to go?” Kol asked as eh cleared his throat and you shook your head as you continued smiling at him and the rest of his siblings.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later right?” You looked back at Klaus and he nodded his head. Smiling softly at him you looked away and started walking out of the living room both Elijah and Rebekah giving you a knowing look as you past. Ducking your head you hurried past them trying to hide your blush.

“Kol.” Klaus called after him when he went to follow you and Kol rolled his eyes as he spun around so that he was walking backwards.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ll stay with her until you show up or else you’ll dagger me and leave me in some basement for a thousand years, I know the drill.” Kol waved off his brother’s concern as he spun around and walked out the door following after you and tossing Rebekah and Elijah a glare as he passed them to which they shrugged in response.

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Maybe It’s Better This Way (Klaus x Reader)

Requested by anon. I love writing for Klaus but it can get very tricky since there are so many scenarios that have already been done and I try to do something that isn’t that much on the forefront if that makes sense. Enjoy!

P.S I suggest you read this while listening to George Michael- Careless Whisper cause it is based on the vibe of the song

Klaus dreaded seeing (y/n), not because he hated her- quite the opposite actually- he loved her so dearly that when she got caught caught in the crossfire between him and his wonderful father Mikael, his father used her as a weapon to weaken him, luckily she survived but the only reason she got to live was because Stefan had turned her. (Y/n) was one of the few people that appreciated humanity, it gave her a sense of grounding, reminded her that she was this little thing on this huge earth. When she turned it was the new world of possibilities and Klaus felt responsible, it all became so much for him, he felt like he had to be around her 24/7 and (Y/n) saw how controlling he had gotten even though she was immortal.

One night she left, in the middle of the night like a ghost and left the country, no one new her whereabouts for a few decades. Until she showed up to help the Salvatore brothers and defend Elena, she was informed about what Elena’s blood meant to Klaus and she owed Stefan so she braced herself for going against the man that she loved.

In classic Niklaus Mikaelson style him and his siblings had decided to throw a ball and what better way to see your ex lover than her attending your party with your new nemesis? She even went to buy a dress for the occasion, she wanted to make an entrance, it was the first time he would see her again and if he daggered her she need to go out in style. The dress was an Off the Shoulder 3D Lace Flower Sweetheart Bridal Ball Gown in pastel blue, Stefan had made fun of her for choosing an actual wedding gown nevertheless fashion is fashion and when she laid eyes on it she couldn’t find it in her heart to skip it.

She walked in the mansion she knew very well with the company of Damon, who was also dressed to impress, (Y/n) and Damon shared their love for fashion and the dry and dark humor so she needed him to keep her up and running with his clever remarks.

“You are trembling”

“That’s because I’m scared”

She admitted right before she stepped foot on the main room, looking around and letting all the memories flood her mind, it was like no one else was in the room, as the memories took form and she saw them two running around and being a couple. A lump in her throat started to form, making it hard to breath as she tried to swallow it down, squeezing Damon’s arm as a way to signal him for her weird mix of emotions.

“You’ll be alright, if he wanted to hurt you he would have found you ages ago”

“I suppose you are right, I need alcohol”

Klaus had seen her walk in, he was on the top of the stairs, hanging in the shadows with his brother Elijah, both of them stunned by (y/n) walking in the room, arms linked with none other than Damon Salvatore and looking as stunning as always.

“After all this time”

Elijah spoke first, understanding that his little brother was still trying to comprehend the situation that was unravelling right in front of his eyes. Klaus felt like time froze, everything else leaving his sight and it was only (y/n), walking in his home in her dress, not even walking to him it seemed like she was floating around like a fairy princess that came to bless everyone with her existence. Her ethereal presence, her untouchable beauty, the way she seized to exist brought him to this indescribable state of shock, he couldn’t even express what he was feeling when he saw her.

“Brother, are you alright?”

“No”

He finally managed to utter out. Of course he wasn’t, he had imagined this so many times yet he never thought it would happen, he had accepted it, shoved his feelings back and tried to understand why she left and now here she was, strolling in and bringing back everything he had hid for all those years.

“You don’t have to talk to her”

“I want to Elijah... I must”

His legs moved on their own, with their target being on (y/n). He had no idea what he was going to say or how he was going to react, it didn’t matter, he just needed to be next to her, to hear her voice. His mind was clouded by millions of thoughts and questions that he wanted her to answer, if he managed to get them out.

“(Y/n)”

He called for her as he stood behind her. She froze, thinking over her if it was too late to run or just pass out, her legs were already shaking so it wouldn’t be that hard to just collapse. The glass of champagne she had just grabbed reached her mouth for a big sip of encouragement before she slowly turned to face the man she had shared so much with. He looked as handsome as he had always been, yet the harsh stare brought her a wave of goosebumps.

“Hello Niklaus”

“Can you tell your friend to give us a minute?”

The word friend was filled with venom. He couldn’t understand why she had chosen him as a companion, another factor of his annoyance was that their appearance together meant they knew where she was and chose to not share that information with him. (Y/n) looked over at Damon and nodded, a sign that she felt confident enough to be alone with him, she wasn’t but she felt like she owed him that much. Damon excused himself and walked away to give them some privacy, he understood that the pressure that was put on (y/n) was a lot for one to handle, so if she needed a minute with the psychopath then he would gladly let her.

“You’re here”

“Stefan asked me to come and... help him”

“Be honest with me love, he knows I would never hurt you so he wanted you as a secret weapon”

“You would never hurt me?”

It was a genuine question. He had every right to be mad at her, try to harm her and seek revenge in true Klaus style, everyday she wondered if it would be the day he came after her and tortured her or killed him. Now there they are, looking at one another and not knowing what to say

“You think so low of me?”

“No, that’s not it”

“Dance with me”

He couldn’t take it any longer. This awkward conversation, her cold demeanor, his nervous side that was preventing him from grabbing her and kissing her in front of everyone. At least he would be able to touch her when they danced, He offered his hand and waited for a minute, (y/n) was caught off guard, the last thing in her mind was for Klaus to ask her to dance, she took two big gulps emptying the glass and left it to the side before she placed her hand in his and let him lead the way to the dancefloor.

As he brought her close to his chest he got a good whiff of her sour cherry perfume, it was so suiting, the only way he could describe it was like biting into a sweet juicy cherry your lover gave you and finding out it was poisonous. She smelled like a sweet death from your lovers hand, very fitting for the situation

“Your dress is exquisite”

“It’s a wedding gown”

“I always wondered what you would look like on our wedding day”

He said as he spun her around and brought her to him once more, leaving her speechless as her lips slightly parted in surprise. (Y/n) knew Klaus loved her dearly, still the subject of marriage had never been brought up, she didn’t blame him, the man was supposed to leave for all eternity, she worried more about him bringing up turning her to a vampire than a wedding ring.

“Won’t you ask me why I left”

“No, I’d rather dance with you for a while, since I know I’m never going to dance like that again”

“Why not?”

“A dance is for the gentleman to show off his partner, make her feel special. No one is more special than you love”

“Stop please”

She felt tears cloud her eyes, tears that she refused to let them run down her cheek. As she rested her head on his shoulder and followed his lead, she let her love for him show for at least tonight. She had missed him so much, that his gentle nature felt like a drug that she would allow it to kill her. Klaus felt like he was in heaven, having her back in his arms was something he thought he would never experience ever again, this was a treat from above, even though she came in aid to something that did not work in his favor.

“Maybe it’s better this way”

She whispered. She didn’t know if they would ever get back together, maybe in the future, she never thought he would take her back, so she held it together and did her best to enjoy her time. She looked up at him, her eyes making him feel like he was finally home, those sparkling eyes he had seen in his dreams, the eyes that every time they looked at him he felt weak.

“We could have been so good together”

“We’d hurt each other with the thing we want to say”

She replied back. Klaus was a man filled with pride, he loved her but he didn’t know how to love in a healthy way, at first she tried her best to understand and to help him, after the Mikael incident where he took all the blame things only got worst, he became vengeful, dark, his temper was extremely unstable and (y/n) was no angel. She winced at the memories of the things she had yelled in his face, she could be vicious and ruthless, her wicked tongue was her biggest weapon and the bullets wounded him deeply.

“I should have know better than to hurt my only true friend, I wasted the chance that I was given”

“Please stay, for me”

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thisisawonderfulusername · 4 years

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let’s save the world

season one, episode ten

five hargreeves x reader

summary: the end of the world is back on, and it’s your job to stop it.

trigger warnings: cursing, violence

word count: 4k

a/n: final episode of season one! i have decided that i will be continuing into season two because i have so many ideas for it and i want to share them :) hope you enjoy this part! also, i think you know this by now, but the italic bits are flashbacks

as you jumped again you see nothing but fire and rubble, the once beautiful streets destroyed. the next moment, you realize five isn’t next to you like he was just seconds ago. your heart dropped to your stomach

what did you guys do?

you turn slowly in a circle, examining the unrecognizable terrain of fallen buildings, ash floating through the air from the fires that blazed on top of the debris.

you shout for five, beginning to walk on shaky legs to hopefully find him nearby. you find a paper lying on the ground, and you pick it up, reading the headline and shaking your head at it, not wanting to believe what it said. you throw it to the side, yelling once again for five.

after a few shouts with no reply, you let out a shaky breath, falling to your knees and feeling the wreckage poke at your legs. when it really sinks in that you’re all alone here, not even knowing where here is, you scream.

you scream until your throat is scratchy and tears run down your face, your chest rising and falling rapidly from your short breaths.

the newspaper from the day you got stuck in the apocalypse. there was no difference in what it said.

you stare at it in shock, letting out a shaky breath. there was no way. you guys killed harold jenkins, the target is dead. the man who ends the world is dead, so why is the headline the same?

“y/n?” five stands from his stool, quickly moving past the counter to see what had you so shocked. “what’s wrong?”

your heart was starting to race, and all the memories came back to you. the buildings turned to ash and rubble, the fire burning everywhere. that can’t happen again. you hold the newspaper out to five, trying to calm yourself. “we-” you take in a sharp breath, “we need to get back to the academy. now.”

he looks at the paper, his eyes widening slightly. “shit.”

he grabs your hand not even a second later, and you appear in front of the academy- what was the academy. it was rubble now, just like it was when you got stuck in the future.

the both of you quickly move to get over the rubble, and you hear five let out a sigh of relief when he sees that his siblings are alive. “guys.” he calls out, getting over to where they stood as fast as possible. “this is it. the apocalypse is still on, the world ends today.”

they all look at you two as you stand there, catching your breath as you try to keep yourself from panicking, wringing your hands together. “i thought you said that was over,” luther mentions, taking a few steps towards you.

“we were wrong, okay?” you tell them, grabbing the newspaper from five, “this is the newspaper from the day we got stuck in the future- the headline’s the same, it hasn’t changed.” you wave the paper in the air, noticing that your hands had started to shake.

diego shakes his head, “no, that doesn’t mean anything.” he denies, “time could’ve been altered since that came out this morning.”

“you’re not listening,” five’s says in irritation, “i assumed this place came down with everything else. but here we are. the moon’s still shining, everything’s still in one piece,” he motions around you all, “but not the academy.”

klaus steps forward, snatching the paper from you to look at it himself, muttering something about being confused. “then listen, you idiot.” you seethe, looking around at the fallen building, “vanya destroys the academy before the apocalypse. we thought jenkins was the cause, but it turns out he was only what set off the bomb that is vanya.” you hear helicopters above, getting closer, as well as the sirens of emergency services. “vanya causes the apocalypse.”

luther stares with wide eyes, “we have to find her.”

a bright light shines over all of you, and you cover your eyes to block the rays. “we’ve gotta get out of here,” diego stands from where he was sitting on a pile of rubble, glancing at where the light was coming from. “regroup at the super star!”

everyone starts to make their way over the rubble as quickly as possible, and you grab five’s hand as he jumps away, and you crouch down to catch your breath when you land in the bowling alley. while you were waiting for the others, you look up at five. “okay, if we die, i just want you to know-”

"we won’t die.” he cuts you off, and you force a smile at his determination. you hoped he was right, but you could never be sure.

looking to the door as everyone else walks in, you nod, standing back up straight. “alright. we won’t die.” you run your fingers through your hair, sighing as the others meet up with you all.

you all got a lane so you wouldn’t be kicked out or questioned for just hanging around, sitting around on the seats. the sounds of the balls rolling down the polished lanes and knocking the pins down filled the air, and luther spoke up. “i hate to say this, but everyone needs to prepare.”

“for what?” diego questions.

“to do whatever it takes to stop vanya.” he responds simply, getting hit in the chest with the notepad that allison had been carrying around to write whatever she had to say. he sighs, “we may not have a choice, allison.” he tells her in frustration.

“bullshit,” diego argues, his leg bouncing up and down, “there’s always options.”

you didn’t want to cause a fight in the family, but you didn’t have time to sit around to figure this out. “yeah? like what?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

shaking his head, diego looks away. “i don’t know.”

“look, whatever we decide, we have to find vanya,” luther stands from his seat, shrugging slightly, “and we have to do it fast. she could be anywhere.”

you nod, “or... here?” you turn towards klaus as he speaks, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, moving to look at the paper as he shows one of the pages. seeing a picture of vanya in one of the advertisement boxes, you grin. her concert.

“hello,” you all turn to look at the woman who walked over, an awkward smile on her face. “i hate to intrude, but my manager says if you’re not going to bowl, you'll have to leave.” she shrugs before walking back to the counter, where a particularly grumpy man stood.

rolling your eyes, you stand from you seat, grabbing one of the bowling balls and carelessly tossing it down the lane, looking to the manager and sending him a mocking smile before sitting back down.

allison writes something on her notepad, showing all of you and tapping on the paper. she’s our sister.

luther shakes his head, “we’re the only ones capable of stopping this.” he tells her, “we have a responsibility to dad.”

“to dad?” diego looks at him in irritation, “no, i’ve heard enough about-”

“he sacrificed everything to bring us back together.” luther argues back, and you sigh at how often they fight.

five looks between them, “i’m with luther on this one.” he looks to everyone else, “we can’t give her a chance to fight back. there are billions of lives at stake, we’re past trying to save one.”

klaus looks around, “hey guys, maybe i could help...”

“now’s not the time-”

diego cuts luther off, “no, let him finish.” when he looks at him in confusion, he defends him, “he saved my life today.”

klaus looks to his side, “yeah, yeah i did... take credit for it.” he nods, “in fact, the real hero,” he pauses for a moment, “was ben.” everyone looks at him, clearly not believing what he was saying. how could you? as far as you knew, he could only communicate with the dead. “today- listen. today, he punched me in the face! and earlier, he was the one who saved diego, not me.”

“you are unbelievable, klaus.” luther scoffs.

“look, you want proof?” he picks up one of the bowling balls, “i’ll give you proof.” he looks past five, and you follow his gaze to... absolutely nothing. “okay, ready?” he breathes, “catch.” he tosses the ball, and five quickly moves to the side out of the way, and you all watch as the ball hits the ground, bouncing a few times before rolling away.

you sigh softly, and luther looks at him in annoyance. “is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?”

“you know, i liked you a lot better before you got laid.” klaus tells him with a glare, and the monkey man’s eyes widen at the exclamation, and klaus quickly tries to fix it when he sees allison’s look of surprise. “it wasn’t his fault, though, because he was ridiculously high! and the girl- she thought he was a furry-” luther hisses at him to stop, and he nods, looking away.

you watch as allison walks away with luther following, rolling your eyes. your attention is caught by a woman walking over with a kid next to her, “excuse me, it’s my son kenny’s birthday today, and, uh, wouldn’t your son and his little girlfriend have more fun with kids their own age?”

snorting, you look to the side, nearly choking on air as you hold back from laughing too hard. “i would rather chew off my own foot.” you hear five seethe, and you almost fall over from the laugh you let out, seeing the woman’s eyes widen before she quickly lead her son away.

when five stands from his seat and starts walking away to another lane, you quickly get up to follow, catching your breath from your laughing fit as you watch him flip open a part of the machine the balls come back to, your laughter immediately ceasing when you see the canister, labeled as ‘number five.’ “well, shit.” you breathe, holding a hand over your stomach which was sore as if you just did one hundred sit ups.

“how did she find us?” he questions no one in particular, before he starts to dig through his pockets, sighing when he pulled out a few of the candies that she had offered when you guys were back at the commission.

you purse your lips as he opens one of the candies, revealing a tracker. “she’s good.” you commend quietly, nodding your head.

when he opens the canister and dumps the message out, it’s in a fortune cookie, and you furrow your eyebrows as you watch him crack it open.

rain quail, room twelve

he sighs, shaking his head. “i’ll go see what she wants, you stay here and make sure the idiots don’t do anything stupid.”

“wait, are you-” before you can finish, he had disappeared, and you sigh softly, grabbing the open receptacle and screwing the cap back on, sticking it back where it came from before going back to join the others at the lane.

luther and allison come back at the same time as you, and the big man looks confused as he stops behind some of the seats. “where did five go?”

you sigh, shaking your head, “he left. we don’t need to wait around.”

luther glances around, “alright, concert starts in thirty minutes.”

“okay, so what’s the plan?” diego questions him, and he stumbles for words for a moment.

“well,” he starts, pursing his lips as he thinks, “we should go to icarus theater.”

diego looks at him deadpan, “that’s a location, not a plan.” the other shakes his head slightly, his mouth open but not saying anything. “that’s all you got?” he asks, stepping closer to him, “look, you want to be number one? fine. but you have to get us all on the same page because right now, we’re a mess.”

“he’s right.” you nod your head towards diego, bouncing on your toes for a second, “we need a plan. and we need one now, because the end of the world isn’t so far away.”

before he says anything else, there’s sudden rapid gunfire and you all duck behind the various racks of balls. the party of kids and their parents scream, doing their best to get under cover, and you sneak a glance at who it was.

there were at least ten people, masks over their faces with machine guns firing without mercy. people from the commission, no doubt. you curse under your breath, and diego pops up to throw a knife at one of the men, who stumbles into the sound system, the lights turning off and being replaced with neon colors, music playing over the speakers.

“alright.” you mumble to yourself, taking one more look to see where all of them were, before quickly moving to another rack, closer to a small group of them all. you jump onto one of the guys’ back, your hands igniting with fire and lighting him up. you hear his scream, muffled by the mask he wore as you grab the gun he dropped, shooting the other two men with him.

“the lanes!” you hear luther shout over the chaos, and you look over to see them running down the bowling lanes, bullets flying past them. you quickly sprint across the floor, nearly slipping from the polish on the wooden lanes, but you manage to keep your balance, getting to the end of the lane and sliding through the pins, turning to shoot at a few of the men through the hole before throwing the gun to the side and following the others out of the building.

you all ran into the theater, going up the stairs as quick as you could. as you were about to go in, you turn to see that allison had stopped luther, and you sigh heavily, catching your breath.

he looks at her, “allison, you know i can’t do that, she’s beyond reasoning.” he tries to move forward again, but is once again stopped. “do you honestly think she’s gonna listen?”

you tap your foot against the floor, crossing your arms over your chest. “we don’t have time for this, guys.” you raise your voice slightly, your heart beat growing quicker with every second that passes where you haven’t stopped vanya.

looking at her for a second, he nods. “okay.”

allison turns on her heel and quickly runs into the auditorium, and you all stand back. “you’re using her as a distraction, aren’t you?” diego asks luther.

“it’s our best chance to incapacitate vanya.” he reasons, and for once, you actually agree with what he’s doing. when he let her go and do as she wanted, you were ready to run in and do it yourself, but at least he had some sort of plan. “she’ll thank us later.” he sighs.

you follow them as they move to find their way backstage, telling klaus to be lookout- which you felt bad for, but you technically did need it. those men would probably be here in no less than ten minutes, and you needed to know when they did.

you found your way backstage, luther at the right side with you and diego on the other, preparing to run out. when luther made the move, all of you ran out to get her and hopefully manage to knock her out or something to make sure she couldn’t use her powers.

before you got close enough to do anything, she had seen you. she stood from her chair, her skin paler than usual and her eyes icy. she cut her bow through the air swiftly, and all three of you are pushed back from the force, landing in the audience.

you landed on the back, the air being knocked out of you, and you cough a few times as you take heavy breaths. all around you, people from the audience were screaming and running from the room, trying to get out as quickly as possible. the orchestra continued to play.

it wasn’t too long later that the auditorium was completely empty, and the four of you sat behind the rows of seats, yelling over the music to figure out what to do.

you didn’t have enough time to come up with something, as the men who you had expected came back, firing into the rows of seats and the walkways between them. you groan softly, counting in your head.

“what’s with all the lollygagging?” you look up into the walkway next to you to see five, and you quickly grab his arm to pull him behind the seats.

“are you trying to get shot?” you yell at him, and he ducks as more shots are fired.

he looks around, “i thought they would take a bit longer to get here!” he shouts back, and you roll your eyes, glancing up.

“you take out the guys coming down the aisle- i’ll get them.” you point to the small group of guys making their way down the rows of seats on the other side, and he nods, jumping to take out them as you rushed past the seats.

when you got to the other side, they had their backs turned to you, continuing their fire on the seats . “you’re making this way too easy.” you mumble, sweeping your foot under one of the guys’ legs to knock him down before snatching the gun he held, shooting him and his little buddies.

klaus comes running into the hall and when you look over to shoot some more guys overhead, you see the ghostly figure that slowly appeared before tentacles grew out of him, taking out all of the guys with ease.

you watch as he takes everyone out, slightly shocked, before you run to meet up with all of them in the middle of one of the aisles, ready to take down vanya now that the men in your way were taken care of.

“alright, you go stage left,” luther tells diego, “i’ll go right. you three go from the front.” you all nod and move to get into position.

you crouched behind the front row in the middle of the seats, five and klaus on either ends of the seats, and as luther shouts for everyone to go, you hop over the seat and sprint towards the stage with the rest of them.

just as you get to her again, with another swipe of her bow, you’re suspended in the air, gasping for air. you manage to turn your head and see the others in the same position as you, vanya somehow holding all of you in the air and slowly squeezing the life out of you.

your vision starts to blur, but you see allison standing behind vanya, holding a gun to the back of her head with tears running down her face. just as you’re about to pass out, she points the gun to the back of the room and shoots, causing vanya to drop all of you to the floor.

the glass of the skylight above you all shatters as her power is directed towards it, and you catch your breath as you look up and see her fall to the ground. all of you run up onto the stage, making sure that she was alive.

“we did it,” luther breathes out, and you let out a breathy chuckle from the realization. “we saved the world.”

as you sit on the stage, catching your breath, klaus stands up, looking out of the broken window. “guys,” he trails off slightly, pointing out. you look up and see what he’s looking at- the moon, breaking apart in the sky. your eyes widen, “see that big moon rock coming towards us?”

“so much for saving the world.” you mutter, holding your face in your hands as you sigh. “it was great while it lasted.” you chuckle bitterly, shaking your head as you look back up to see the end of the world hurtling towards you in the form of a piece of the moon.

five paces for a moment as the siblings talk, before speaking up. “this doesn’t have to be the end.” he states, turning to look at everyone as they turn to him in confusion, “i think i have a way out of here, but you have to trust me on it.”

they all shake their heads, all deciding that it probably wasn’t the best thing to trust him on it.

standing slowly, you sigh. “are you thinking what i think you are?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in his direction, and he shrugs.

“in less than a minute we’re going to be vaporized. we have to try something.” his siblings turn to look at him, waiting for him to explain his idea. “we use my ability to time travel, and i’ll take you all with me.”

glancing at each other, the men nod, “what’s the worst thing that can happen?” diego shrugs.

“well, we’re fifty-eight, looking like children, so there’s that to think about.” you chuckle, shaking your head.

they all look around for a moment, after a moment all agreeing.

“okay great, luther, grab vanya.” five instructs, and you’re already standing next to him, grabbing his hand in preparation for whatever was about to happen. the others gather around, holding onto each other.

as he picks her up, luther looks at woman who had passed out. “should we be taking her?” he questions, “i mean, she’s the cause, isn’t that like taking a bomb with us?”

“she’ll always cause the apocalypse.” you tilt your head to either side to pop your neck, “unless we try to take her back with us and fix her.”

they all nod, gathering together without saying anything else. five looks up as he focuses on traveling back in time, and a temporal anomaly, much like the one you came out of eight days ago, grows above you all.

“it’s working!” you hear luther yell over the deafening sound of the anomaly growing, hissing and crackling as electricity would.

“hold on!” five yells, holding onto your hand tighter, “it’s going to get messy!”

as you look around at the others, you see their younger selves, and you wonder if the same thing will happen to them, before a large flash blinds you.

suddenly, you’re falling out of the sky.

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years

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Hidden Skeletons Part 8

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Sleepwalking, That’s about it in this one. There will be more with the next part.

Author’s Note: Welcome to the beginning of the end. I do hope you guys are enjoying this series! This part sets up for the ending and I have enjoyed working on this series and Request. There is only one more part to this request that I need to add in and I’ve just paved the way for that. Enjoy!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Klaus had been up for most of the night. The streets of New Orleans had been too quiet for his liking. By now there would have been some enemy or some force coming to disrupt the peace that he was oddly growing used to. While part of himself believed he should let it go, the other part told him to brace himself for whatever the quiet was brewing.

As he stood out on the balcony of his room, he watched the few stragglers walking through the streets. His eyes watching carefully for anything that would seem out of place. But nothing had. There was nothing that gave off a gut warning no matter which way he looked out at. At least until he heard a sound coming with in the compound.

Leaving his spot, he made his way through, quietly looking for the source of the noise he had just heard moments ago. Whispering filled his ears as he reached the courtyard. As he looked around, he couldn’t find the source. Even with his heightened senses, he couldn’t place where the whispering was coming from.

The familiar glow of the orb that Y/N had been practicing with several hours before had caught his attention. While the whispering never subsided, he watched as the glow moved closer to where he had been. Klaus knew Y/N must have been coming from her own room to investigate as he had.

As strange as it even sounded to Klaus, he watched as the orb made its way towards him. But Y/N hadn’t been with it. It floated like a bubble that was moving with a purpose. The last time he had seen anything like this, the Hollow and it’s blue glow had come to him just as this one was.

Unlike the last time, this one didn’t invade his mind. It stopped a few feet away from him and hadn’t move. His curiosity was what kept there, watching it. The whispering that he had heard finally had a source. The orb had been filled with them, emitting them as it moved slowly. While they weren’t words he could completely make out, he realized it was Y/N’s own whispering.

He took a few steps closer towards the orb, never once reaching out to it. As he had, the whispers grew. None of it had made sense to him. Most of it had been mumbling that hadn’t made sense. But out of every jumbled whisper that reached his ears, there was only one that moved him into action.

They’re coming. The witches of the quarter are coming.

Moving past the orb, Klaus ran straight for Y/N’s room. While he had been worried for her before now, this one had his heart beating in a way that he’d only felt a handful of times. The fear he felt was not only for the survival of his family, but for Y/N. If there was a threat that was coming, and she sensed it, he needed to be there by her side.

As he reached her bedroom door, it had been wide open. He knew it had to have been open for the orb to wander down the hall as it had. From his view, she was no longer in her bed. The blankets had been tossed aside as if she had gotten up not to long ago.

Entering the room, he took small steps, bracing himself for what could possibly be lurking with in the room. As he moved further into the room, he found Y/N sitting in the corner by the balcony doors. Her hands had been held up as if she was holding the orb. But Klaus could see that her eyes were closed.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Klaus said as he crouched in front of her. This was the first time he had seen her like this. While the trance he witnessed earlier had been new to him as well, seeing that she was practicing in her sleep had been completely unexpected.

The whispering still left her lips, unfazed by Klaus’s words or even his presence. His eyes looked over her, find a way he could wake her, or at least get her to stop practicing while she slept. His hand moved over to her arm to gently touch her.

At the simple touch, Y/N’s eyes shot open. But instead of seeing her Y/E/C like he had many of times, he saw the whites of her eyes. She hadn’t moved her arms down or moved against Klaus in any way.

“They’re coming.” She said clearly this time as her head tilted to the side.

“Who’s coming?” Klaus asked. If she was willing to give him the information in her sleep, he’d take it. Once she was awake, Klaus would confirm everything she told him.

“Quarter witches.” She said. “I’m a threat to the city.”

Klaus looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at her. The reason there was that feeling of peace finally made sense to Klaus. It wasn’t his family that they were after. Y/N was the target this time.

Klaus could easily put together that the reason the witches believed she was a threat was because of him. She was here because of him. Anyone could see that they had been growing closer to each other lately. And while Klaus tried his best to keep his feelings towards the woman to himself, it wasn’t working in his favor.

“What will happen?” He asked after a moment. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer to that one, but he needed to know.

“War.” Her words were becoming sluggish. As if she was falling back asleep. “You’ll be safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” As soon as the words left her lips, her arms fell to her side. The glow that had been emitted from the orb had faded before it was gone completely.

Klaus watched as her eyes closed, and she began to slump in her spot. Gently, He moved to pick her up, hoping not to wake her. From what he knew, that kind of magic must have taken some kind of toll on her. He couldn’t just leave her as she was. Walking over to the bed, he gently placed her back into it.

He ran his fingers along her cheek as she settled back into the bed. The comforting look that came on her face had told him she probably had no idea of the events she had just gone through. While it was raising every alarm within him, he wasn’t about to wake her up just to talk about it.

He’d wait until the morning when she was awake. He was just going to have to find a way to bring it up without worrying her. If these were the same visions she had earlier, then maybe it would be easier for them to talk about it. But if this was news to her like it had been to him, he didn’t want to make matters worse.

Sighing, he walked out of the room, being sure to close the door behind him. While he was worried for her safety the most, he knew that there was a war they now needed to prepare for. If the Quarter witches were coming for her, he’d be there to stand in their way.

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Y/N groaned as the natural light hit her eyes as she walked out of her room. She felt like a dump truck hit her full on. She felt drained in a way that was always associated with training with Magic for way too long or after taking on a powerful spell. All she knew was that she needed sustenance in order to make her feel better.

As she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, she hadn’t missed the intense stares she had received from the Mikaelson siblings. She stopped in her tracks and raised her brow as she looked over at them.

“Is everything okay?” She asked. Her eyes moving to each of them.

“Vincent just left.” Elijah said with a nod as his finger tapped the top of his glass.

They hadn’t missed the way Y/N reacted to the words. “Was it news about the coven?”

“It seems the witches are restless with you present in the city.” Klaus answered as he stood from his seat.

A flash of a vision passed through Y/N’s mind. The same way Klaus had moved out of his seat and walked over to her had been the same way she had seen in one of her visions. She dropped her gaze to the ground.

“War is coming.” She said softly. “Because of me, I am putting your family in danger.”

“You won't.” Klaus said as he approached her.

It caused Y/N to shoot her head back up and look at Klaus. “What makes you think that?”

Klaus sighed as he placed his hand on her arm. “You said it last night.”

Y/N shook her head. “I said nothing of a war last night. I mentioned visions.”

“It seems that even in your sleep, you practice magic.” Klaus tried to explain to her.

“Klaus mentioned seeing your orb of control floating around the compound.” Freya said with a nod. “It seems your mind needed a release from what you had seen. In the process you manifested an orb.”

Y/N’s confusion deepened as she listened. She had never heard of that before. She was never one to sleepwalk, let alone practice her magic while asleep. “Did I do anything?”

“No,” Klaus said shaking his head. “The orb is what told me there wasn’t a threat within the compound. Whatever magic you were channeling, you gave a warning.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his face. She tried her best to remain calm. If she had in fact gave a warning to Klaus, she wondered to what extent the warning provided. “What was the warning?”

“War.” He repeated. “That my family would be safe as you’d protect us from it.”

Y/N nodded her head. “My visions were of me going up against the Quarter witches.” She confirmed. “From what I’ve seen, I bring a war into your home. There are no casualties to your family.” Her eyes moved from Klaus to look at his siblings. “In the end you all will be safe.”

“What can we do to prepare for it?” Freya asked as she stood from her seat.

A smirk pulled at Y/N’s lips. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Excuse me?” Rebekah asked. “We aren’t about to sit back and watch as you take on a coven of witches.”

Y/N chuckled. “If I remember correctly, it is my power that has the witches afraid. This is something I’ll be able to handle on my own. Support is great, but I’d rather you guys not be involved. This is between the Quarter witches and the Y/L/Ns. Witch business if you will.”

“The one time the witches aren’t after us, and she’s expecting us to sit on the sidelines.” Rebekah said in disbelief. “I doubt any of us would be able to sit and do nothing.”

Y/N shrugged. “If these visions are accurate, there won’t be much for you to do. I’d hate for you to get excited about a possible fight and then have nothing to do.”

“And what is it that you’d be doing while we don’t prepare?” Freya asked.

Y/N looked at over at each of them. They had been waiting for an answer, but there was something she couldn’t tell them just yet. Because if it were to happen, they might change the way things happened and Y/N couldn’t have that. Before she could say anything, Hope walked into the room causing them to all look in her direction.

Just as Y/N had when she walked in, a raised eyebrow was on Hope’s face. “Am I missing something?”

Y/N smiled taking that as her cue. “Absolutely not. But you are actually late for your lessons, we need to head out.” There was a look of surprise on Hope’s face before excitement replaced it, and she turned around to leave.

“Wait,” Klaus said to Y/N as she went to follow Hope. Y/N looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “This conversation isn’t over.”

She gave him a smile and shook her head. “Just because I don’t reveal my plans doesn’t mean this conversation isn’t over. We both know there have been times you’ve walked away without revealing your plans.”

Without another word, Y/N followed Hope out of the room. Just because a war was brewing didn’t mean she should stop training a younger witch. Y/N had her strategies in place. It was just a matter of when to use them.

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“I’m sensing a bit of negative energy coming from you.” Y/N said once she and Hope were back in the clearing. “Something on your mind?”

Hope rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Dad suggested I head back to the school.”

Y/N laughed. “This is because he is your father and wants what is best for you. I should probably also mention he believes you’ll be safe away while there is another war brought here.”

Hope raised her brow. “Wait, what war?”

Y/N shrugged. “Between myself and the Quarter Witches.”

“Why would they want to start a war with you?” Hope asked as she placed her hands on her hips.

“The magic I came into the city with alarmed them. They also believe that because I am here to help you, that I won’t end up leaving. They are worried your father will have a new advantage over them.”

“He wouldn’t be able to do that with you.” Hope shook her head. “I couldn’t see him using you like that when he likes you.”

A smile pulled at Y/N’s lips. “Think of it from an outsider’s view. Your dad has had his share of using witches to get what he wants. While most of them had done it willingly, others not so much. I come in with this power that disturbs even the calmest witch and I’m close with the Hybrid. That’s going to cause a lot of problems.”

“I doubt my dad will just let them try and start a war.” Hope knew her father. If a war with the witches brought concern for his family, he would take ever measure necessary.

“Unless I told him not to.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders.

Hope laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“That's what our conversation had been about when you walked in. Asking your family to not interfere.” Y/N knew that was going to be hard for the Mikaelsons to do. But she had to ask them anyways.

“That must have been a sight to see.” Hope said with a smile growing on her face.

“Indeed it was.” Y/N nodded. “But for now, we need to be training. I’ll talk to your dad about not sending you back to school. Only if you use that negative energy to help with your training today.”

“Wouldn’t negative energy had bad side effects to the spell?” Hope asked with a raised brow. She had seen how different types of energy can affect a spell.

“True, but today, I’m having you use it.” Y/N walked away from her as she spoke. “Different emotions can give off different waves of power. Negative energy will cloud any spell to create a more powerful hit. This dives into dark magic, but if you can use that energy you feel within yourself, you’ll accomplish the spell correctly while releasing you from that energy.” She turned and looked back towards Hope. “Same defense spell as yesterday. But let that energy guide it. It will give one hell of a protection spell.”

“If it will protect me, what does it do to you?” Hope asked bracing herself for whatever it was Y/N was about to throw at her.

Y/N gave a smirk. “You’ll see.”

With a quick spell, Y/N moved her hands in front of her, causing a spell to rush towards Hope. Like any other time, Hope had perfected the defense spell. But this time she included the negative energy she felt. A barrier had been made around Hope as Y/N’s spell circled her. A moment later, the barrier gave off a blast, returning Y/N’s spell back to her.

A sense of déjà vu filled Y/N and she didn’t have enough time to block the spell as it returned to her. It caused it to hit Y/N square in the chest, sending her flying back, causing her to hit hard on a surrounding tree.

A cry of pain left her lips before she slid down the tree. Her vision blurred before darkness closed in. She barely heard Hope call out her name as she rushed over to her.

As Hope reached her, she panicked. She hadn’t been expecting to hurt Y/N in any way. Y/N was usually great at blocking anything Hope sent towards her. This was the first time she had ever hit Y/N as she just did.

“Y/N?” She asked as she placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder shaking her slightly. Hope could smell blood and it left her in a frantic state. She knew the best thing to do was call her dad, but knowing him, he’d stop their training sessions instantly.

Thinking of the only thing she could do, Hope looked around and found a sharp enough rock. With enough force against her skin, Hope cut into it before bringing her wrist up to Y/N’s mouth.

Hope knew she had some healing properties with in her blood. With it being passed down from her father, it helped heal up scratches and scrapes on herself but this was the first time she actually tried healing someone else.

Out of instinct in her unconscious state, Y/N swallowed the blood as it entered her mouth. While she would have healed just fine with being a wolf, the aided help of Hope’s blood accelerated it.

A gasp left Y/N’s lips the moment she was healed. She looked around and found Hope with a worried look on her face as she clutched her wrist, waiting for it to heal. Y/N sat up as she took in Hope’s appearance.

“Are you okay?” Hope asked as she took in Y/N’s appearance. “I was going to call my dad but then I thought healing you would be easier. I am so sorry. I didn’t think that spell would have gone badly.”

“It’s not your fault.” Y/N assured her. Just as her visions had shown, Hope had fed her blood. Sighing, Y/N placed her hand on Hope’s arm. “I swear I’m okay. But I’m going to need you to keep this between us.”

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lochrannn · 3 years

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Warnings: Sexual Content (M Rating)

Characters: Lila Pitts; Diego Hargreeves; Allison Hargreeves; Klaus Hargreeves; Hargreeves Siblings (background)

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Roommates AU; Fake Marriage; Slow Burn; Mutual Pining; Emotional H/C

Chapter 4/?

Of course it’s been something that, at the very back of her mind, has been causing her no small amount of stress, but Lila has been doing a very good job of just completely ignoring the topic. Only, when her co-worker Nandi, a med student from South Africa, asks Lila how much longer she’ll be staying in the country, now that she’s dropped out of her degree, does it fully register with her that her student visa has expired and she’s into the last three weeks of her grace period. After that, she’ll be in the country illegally.

Lila smiles at Nandi brightly and tells her that she’s not made a decision yet and that she’s looking at a couple of options.

On her break she goes out into the alley and bums a smoke off one of the teenage busboys who seems to be working at the restaurant that’s right next to her café, even though she’s not had a cigarette in years, and contemplates what to do.

And predictably she comes up short.

So after her shift ends, she heads to the public library and finds several volumes on immigration law for research, because she doesn’t want to ask one of the librarians.

After an hour of frustratedly thumbing through the books, the only short term solution she has found is to get married to a citizen.

She’s back at square one with no idea what to do, when she leaves her books on the collection cart and heads out into the rainy evening.

By the time she walks in through the door, she’s not sure if she’s just breezed straight through panic and worry or whether she’s just too numb to feel it, but at the smell of cooking food, she immediately follows the aromas to the kitchen and for a moment gets distracted at the door by the sight of Diego gently stirring something on the stove.

Apparently sensing her arrival, Diego twists around to look at her and says, “Oh hey, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Lila drags her eyes up to meet his and belatedly realises that she’s unabashedly been staring at his arse in a pair of perfectly fitted jeans.

“Uh…” she says dumbly.

Somehow she’s got so used to him not being around over the last few days that coming home to someone in the flat is completely throwing her for a loop.

“I’m making gorditas,” Diego says, having turned back to stirring and making idle conversation, “d’you want some?”

When she doesn’t answer right away, still dealing with the whiplash of her day, Diego turns back around and asks, “Hey, you ok?”

Lila scrambles for an answer and, trying to avoid telling Diego that the sight of him all sexily making food has made all the thoughts in her brain combust, she accidentally lands on the other truth and blurts, “Yeah, uh, fine… just dealing with some visa troubles!”

Diego’s expression turns into one of such genuine concern that Lila instantly regrets being the cause of that.

“Ah shit! That sucks,” he says. “Anything I can help you with?”

Lila snorts loudly, “Thanks, but I doubt there’s anything you could do… short of marrying me,” she adds in a sarcastic tone.

There’s a beat where Diego looks at her with a completely blank expression and she knows it’s not the cooking that suddenly makes the temperature in the small kitchen go up a couple of notches. Then he makes a face that’s half smirk and half shy smile and something behind Lila’s ribs cracks at the sight and she hopes she never has to see it again, because she hasn’t the foggiest idea how to respond to it.

“Ha! Yeah,” Diego says then, pointing at her with his spatula and then turns back to the stove again.

“So, uh, d’you want some?” he asks, with a strained kind of casualness, not actually looking at her, and this time Lila is quicker to answer, “Yeah… yes, thanks! I’ll just go get out of my work clothes!”

Lila hurries into her room and then leans against the closed door for a moment. What the fuck is wrong with her? Only a few days ago, she was accusing Diego of being weird and now she’s joking about getting married. This is ridiculous!

She pushes off from the door and begins taking off her work clothes to change into something more comfortable.

Lila’s only justification for her odd behaviour is that she really is stressed out by the idea of having to leave the country. It’s not like she couldn’t start out again somewhere else, Australia maybe, the main thing is, she knows she can’t go back to England, too many bad memories there, but she just doesn’t want to.

She’s been floating about her whole life, and even though what she has going on right now isn’t exactly conventional, to her it feels like a respite. Maybe it won’t be permanent, but here in this city, with her job, and her flat, she’s been feeling significantly more settled than she has in a while and she doesn’t want to have to give that up so soon.

If only she could just marry Diego…

Is that really such an insane solution? Lila thinks to herself, while pulling on a pair of leggings.

She would pay him, of course, and she knows he needs the money. It’s a terribly weird thing to ask your landlord/recent lover/friend but Lila just cannot conceptualise any other solution. And he’s been remarkably patient with her antics over the last few days, maybe he’s actually a lot more relaxed about this sort of thing than she thinks. She can at least make the offer, worst case scenario they go back to being awkward around each other for a few days and she’s sure they’ll be back to normal in no time at all.

Lila makes her way back towards the kitchen and finds Diego already in the process of piling food onto the small table that barely has any room in the first place.

There’s a plate with little flat and round doughy things and a few dishes with different steaming fillings in them. There’s a decidedly spicy smell in the air and Lila can’t help the way her mouth starts watering.

“Yo, don’t just stand there, take a seat!” Diego says with a chuckle and Lila heads straight for the table and says with a laugh of her own, “Don’t have to tell me twice! Fuck that smells amazing! Did you make all of this yourself?”

��Uh, some of the fillings are made up of leftover takeout from the last couple of days,” Diego answers with a bit of a bashful shrug as he sits down across from her and shuffles around some of the dishes so he can squeeze one more onto the table, “but I made the gorditas and added some shit to the fillings,” he amends a bit more confidently.

Lila takes one of the little dough pockets and immediately starts spooning in different salsas and pastes. She doesn’t ask what’s in them, just picks up the dishes and gives them a sniff to decide which ones she wants.

“Mmmm!” she hums almost desperately when she takes her first bite. She looks up at Diego who is looking back at her with a glint in his eyes and chewing delightedly on his own food.

“Fuck, this is good!” Lila says, rudely not even having swallowed all of her mouthful.

“I know, right!” Diego answers with a chuckle.

They fall into easy conversation. At one point Diego gets up to get two beers from the fridge to wash down the food and Lila tries to get comfortable on the hard kitchen chair by tucking one of her feet underneath herself and her knee up under her chin.

After they run out of gorditas, Diego uses some slightly stale bread to finish up the rest of the fillings and then gets up to pile the dishes into the sink.

“I can do the dishes!” Lila offers, seeing as she’s been mooching off of Diego’s labour all evening.

“Nah,” Diego says, “dinner’s on me!”

As he starts filling the sink with water, the sudden domesticity of the scene reminds Lila of her plan to actually ask Diego for help.

She excuses herself and heads back to her room and while she’s rummaging through her drawers looking for her cheque book, her pulse starts speeding up and she tries to calm her nerves.

If he says no, she thinks she can handle the fallout of that, though she’ll still be lost for a way to stay in the country. But right now, she’s almost more anxious about what happens if he agrees. But tonight has been one of the most pleasant evenings she’s had in months and probably the most fun she’s had with anyone – she’s strenuously not thinking about the amount of fun she had sleeping with him. Diego’s her only real friend in this city and if after everything they can manage to hang out like this, then, Lila tries to convince herself, they can be pretend married for a while without it being too awkward.

Diego’s drying his hands on a dishtowel when she comes back into the kitchen.

“Diego?” Lila asks, tentatively.

“Mh?” He doesn’t properly acknowledge her as he reaches up to put the clean plates back into the overhead cabinet.

“Earlier… you asked if you could help me with my visa troubles…” Lila feels ridiculous. She’s always been confident and able to ask for, occasionally even straight up demand things. She has a sneaking suspicion that if it were anybody else, she’d just slap the cheque down on the counter and inform them of her plan, but somehow here with Diego, she’s just so unsure of herself.

Diego turns around and leans against the stove top. “Yeah?”

“I… uh… I’d pay you of course! I have money. Turns out I don’t have the same sense of pride as you,” Lila says with a slightly wistful shrug, “I took my mother’s money when she died, felt like it was the least I deserved after the way she treated me my whole life…” she drifts off.

“What do you want to give me money for?” Diego asks, crossing his arms but there’s a peculiar expression on his face that Lila can’t quite read.

“Will you…” She cuts herself off, she can’t ask him like that, “Would you marry me? You know, for money, so I could get a visa?”

Diego’s eyes go really, really wide. Clearly he did not expect her to ask that question and Lila immediately decides to backtrack, “No, you’re right, that’s insane! Forget I asked, I’m sure I can work something out somehow. I just need to do a bit more research and then…”

“Yeah, ok!” Diego interrupts her firmly and Lila’s mouth snaps shut.

She stares back at him and Diego looks no less harassed than when she first asked but he also seems resolved.

Lila panics. “You really don’t have to, I’m sure there’s loads of options. And honestly, if I’m just careful about it I’m sure nobody’s going to find…”

“I’ll do it!” Diego interrupts her rambling again and Lila can’t quite believe her ears.

“Diego, it’s illegal!” She says almost desperately.

“Are you trying to talk me out of it now?” Diego asks with no small amount of exasperation. Then he laughs, but with very little humour in it, “To be honest, the United States government and I have a slightly different understanding of what illegal means in this context.”

That gives Lila pause and she raises her eyebrows, questioningly.

Diego looks down at where he starts scuffing the toe of his shoe into the grout between the tiles, his arms are still tightly crossed.

“I was born in Mexico. From what I can piece together my mother brought me over the border when I was only a few months old. She died soon after that. The only things I have my father to thank for are my siblings and my citizenship. So yeah, I’ll help you.”

They’ve agreed to go down to city hall the next day to apply for a marriage license. No point in delaying the process, this way they can start the visa proceedings before Lila is officially illegally in the country.

After agreeing to get married the ease with which they spent the evening flies out of the window again and they quickly retreat to their separate rooms.

Diego’s lying, still dressed, on top of his comforter waiting till he can’t hear Lila moving about anymore before he’ll head to the bathroom to get ready for bed himself.

He doesn’t regret agreeing to Lila’s plan, not really. It’s fucked up that she has to even resort to something like this to avoid getting thrown out of the country, and honestly, had she asked he would have said yes even if she hadn’t offered him money.

But it’s less messy this way, a clean business arrangement. He already feels just a little bit guilty, because he’s not sure he didn’t also agree out of some sudden selfish fear that she’d leave. He pushes that thought back down as well, because what should he have done, say no just because he can’t quite handle his feelings for her? That wasn’t really an option either.

He breathes out heavily when the light in the hall goes off and gets up from the bed to go brush his teeth.

#otp: just be gentle #lila pitts #diego hargreeves #dielila #diego x lila #diego/lila #tua #the umbrella academy #fanfic #ongoing fic

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 4 years

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so fam some y’all ( @dameronstration @thefineandnobleartofavoidance) are into the idea of Jessica Jones and Diego Hargreeves meeting which. I think she’s more likely to meet Klaus at rehab

but also the idea that they would get into a fight??? Diego is a HIMBO, he’s not about that life. however, if i may humbly present for your enjoyment:

they totally meet because Diego sees Jess get hit by a car

and he rushes over because he’s a hero and a leader and that’s what heroes do

by the time he gets to her she’s already on her feet, swearing at the driver and slamming her fists into the hood of the car, leaving two dents

“these are my favorite pants, asshole!” she screams

which, point. they are very ripped now

“excuse me, ma’am, I think we should get you to a hospital?” Diego approaches her, hands up to show he’s not dangerous

“I think the entire fuck not,” Jess snaps

“miss, you just got hit by a car. You’re probably going into shock. We need to get you to a hospital to get checked out.”

“we aren’t doing jack shit, buddy.”

“look, miss--”

and that’s when Jess grabs him by the collar and lifts him into the air

he’s like two feet off the ground

“I said no.”

Diego is internally losing his shit because on one hand he’s not used to getting manhandled and on the other could this chick kick Luther’s ass?

and that’s that

only of course it’s not

they run into each other at a crime scene with their matching police scanners

“Fucking you?” Jess rolls her eyes. “Again?”

“Look, I was just trying to help. Don’t worry, I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Promises, promises.”

anyway they keep running into each other until it gets to the point that they’re basically working together and jess is just

big sigh

so do you want to work for me? Or with me? I have no fucking idea how to have an employee but I know enough people to figure out the taxes or whatever

so pizza nights with Jess and Trish become a thing

Trish probably worked with Allison on a movie or something when they were kids tbh

and swap horrific childhood stories

anyway one day they run into Kilgrave

Jess sees him and drags Diego into an alleyway

Diego’s never seen her so freaked out

“You see that guy? I need you to never go near that guy ever.”

Diego pokes his head out, takes a look at the guy. “Okay. Why?”

And Jess tells him about Kilgrave and it’s just

It’s sick. That’s sick. Rage thrums through him

because he knows it’s possible to have that power and learn how to control it

And maybe Jess never realized that’s what Allison’s powers were?

She can’t breath for a minute because she knows Allison and Allison is a goddamn mess

but not in an evil way like Kilgrave, in a normal, human way

because Allison learned how to control her powers and Allison’s not fucking evil and apparently those powers and evil don’t go hand in hand

so Jess is like. Really reevaluating her worldview sitting in a filthy alleyway. She’s not sure how she wound up sitting, but Diego’s pushing her head between her knees and telling her to breathe in….and….out….

And then:

“So do you want me to kill that guy for you?”

it’s a big offer. Diego’s not really a killing people guy

“I just said don’t go anywhere near him!”

“Yes or no?”

“I want him dead, but I swear to god, Diego--”

Diego rummages around the alley before coming up with a really rusty gross old kitchen knife

he drags the thing through a puddle, holds it with an old napkin floating around

--no fingerprints

he stands, settles his weight back on his heels, cracks his neck, rolls his shoulders

has the audacity to wink at Jess

they’re standing in the middle of the alleyway

they can’t even see Kilgrave

they can barely see anything

Diego throws the knife and it--

it turns the corner

and then there are screams

“what the fuck was that?”

Diego shrugs, a big dumb smile on his face

Jess pokes her head out to see what the commotion is about

Kilgrave is laying in a puddle of blood on the sidewalk, half a block away

the knife is sticking out of his throat

“WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE.”

“Did you not—Jess, I totally told you about this.”

“No you fucking didn’t!”

Jess is hyperventilating again

“I’m sure you wanted to be the one who did it,” Diego says, not unkindly, his hand warm on her shoulder

“but it seemed kind of important to do it quickly, so…”

“Diego, you just killed a guy for me.”

“I killed an abusive asshole, but yeah.” He gives her shoulder a gentle shake. “I got your back, bro.”

internally Jess is screaming. She’s pretty sure they have to be best friends for the rest of their lives now

which, okay.

It could be worse

moral of the story: Diego doesn’t collect father figures he collects sibling figures. are you fighty and/or emotionally vulnerable? Congrats Diego is your brother now

Jess and Five are absolutely saltmates, though

these two world-weary assholes bonding over coffee and donuts, amirite?

Five criticizes her choice in alcohol all the time

they’ve definitely gone to a liquor store together and disturbed so many people

Jess will hold bottles out to Five

“2016 red? no. NO. that was a GARBAGE year.”

“why are you putting that tequila in the cart? Take it out! Jesus, at least get something from the middle shelf!”

“I just want to get drunk, asshole. I don’t need quality for that. I knew I should have brought Klaus.”

#the defenders #jessica jones #diego hargreeves #the umbrella academy #trish walker #five hargreeves #zebediah killgrave #i first saw the comments and was like : i have no ideas about this #and then i woke up this morning and was like WAIT #jess being equally as protective of diego as he is of her tho #also i feel like she's taller than he is which he HATES #jess is like I HAVE MADE A FRIEND AND I'M ANGRY ABOUT IT #diego: bro BRO. BRO #jess: DUDE WHAT #jess gets roped into hargreeves nonsense but also good stuff #like going to vanya's concerts #and lemme tell you she has no patience for people who talk during symphonies #jess: he's dumb and strong #trish: pure of heart dumb of ass #jess: exactly.#trish: he must be protected at all costs #jess: absolutely #sidenote how wild would trish and klaus meeting be? isn't she like. she's died in the comics and thats how she gets her powers?

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aghostfromtheages · 3 years

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Grocery List

So this is my (late) gift for the @secret-santa-klaus gift exchange :)

My giftee was @flashcotton . I had ideas and snippets floating around about this scenario for the past few months but I was finally able to get the time and inspiration to make it all come together. Flashcotton and I both seemed to enjoy some Klaus/Ben shenanigans, so I hope you like it!

Word count: 2010

Five flipped through the kitchen cabinets for the umpteenth time that afternoon and scowled.

No coffee.

He had been home for barely more than a day, and yet, the Commission had already chased him out of his favourite doughnut shop, making it impossible for him to show his face there again without much questioning, and more than a little distress. He warped the length of the kitchen. It was so in character for their father to own a perfectly effective little French press with nothing to use it on.

Without a doubt, the Temps Commission was actively searching for him. He had work to do, things to plan, and someone to… visit. Five had taken the opportunity to remove the Commission’s tracker, so that should have bought him some time, an evening at least.

Time enough for a coffee, before shit really hit the fan.

______________

Klaus rolled his body halfway off of the couch, groaning as the room began to spin. He needed some food, asap.

Ben watched his brother untangle himself from his partly discarded skirt and pull himself, half swaying, into a standing position. With a shake and a shiver, Klaus stretched, purposefully ignoring Ben’s expression of annoyance.

“It’s torture for me watching you do this to yourself every morning.” Perched on a nearby chair, chin in hand, Ben sighed.

“Mmmm,” Klaus mumbled, “You know what would be great right about now?” he paused, looking expectantly at Ben.

“Watching you sleep for another ten hours?”

“Eggs,” Ignoring Ben for the second time, Klaus sighed happily, “Eggs would be unbelievably sublime… right about-” Klaus tipped himself back onto the couch, before popping back up in time to catch Five striding through the living room. “-Oh Five! Perfect timing, where are you off-”

“Nope.”

Without breaking pace Five warped from the room to the entranceway.

“Wait!” Scrambling, Klaus pulled on his formerly discarded clothing from the night before, including Allison’s skirt.

Ben peeked around the corner into the foyer as Klaus careened past, bouncing off of the door frame. “He’s definitely not waiting.”

Klaus caught up with his brother just as he was pulling away in the car. He tried the passenger side door handle, but it had been preemptively locked. “Five, please…” he pouted, tugging at the door handle in vain.

Without looking at Klaus, Five stopped the car and leaned over to unlock the passenger side door. “I’m not in the babysitting mood, Klaus.”

Klaus couldn’t even be bothered to feel offended, but he definitely looked it. “Oh well…” he said, making himself comfortable and clipping in his seat belt. “I thought we could catch up.”

Five looked at him blankly.

“You know, some brotherly bonding time… on the way to… wherever you’re going.”

Ben sighed loudly from the backseat.

“Try your hardest to make me not regret this. I’m getting coffee.”

In tandem, they jogged across the busy street after parking the car.

“Fifteen minutes,” Five reminded Klaus, “Fifteen minutes and we meet back at the car. Got it?”

“Yeah… yeah of course.” Klaus nodded as earnestly as he could manage. He gave his brother an easy smile. “No problemo.”

Five, appearing unconvinced, rolled his eyes, before darting through the other shoppers and entering the sliding doors of the store.

“You don’t even own a watch,” Ben hissed, “and you pawned your phone last week!”

Waving his hands around, as if to shoo Ben’s spirit away, Klaus followed Five into the store, making a beeline for the refrigerated aisles. He ignored the lingering side-eyes and scoffs of the other well-to-do shoppers. First up; eggs. Klaus sidled over to the dairy fridges and began pretending to check cartons for cracked eggs. With a certain sleight of hand, he slipped two eggs into each coat pocket before walking away; shaking his head in mock disgust as if annoyed by the quality. Ben followed him listlessly, peering into other people’s grocery carts, and sighing in longing at the mundanity of it all.

Klaus threaded through the aisles, on the lookout for anything that piqued his interest.

“Look!” Ben’s gasp stopped Klaus in his steps.

Frozen. Waffles.

Klaus had not tasted waffles since… since that day long rager where he had torn the ass of his pants out jumping the fence running from the cops. It had been 5 A.M and the guy he had been staying with stole three boxes of frozen waffles from the 7-Eleven. The most romantic thing anyone had done for him, probably.

Making his way over to the frozen foods, Klaus waited until he was relatively alone before snagging a box of chocolate chip waffles and slipping it under the back of his jacket and into the band of the skirt.

Ben watched his brother tense and wince from the cold. “Idiot.” he sighed, with no little affection.

“Worth it.” Klaus croaked as he half waddled his way to the liquor aisle.

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Five had not been inside a modern grocery store in years. Grace had managed most of the grocery orders when they were younger, but since their father’s death, she had been barely functioning.

The grocery store was an example of one of those shining monoliths that jammed itself into the center of many large cities, sporting separate floors, escalators, and the odd domestic scene of a family of faceless mannequins.

“Where the fuck is the coffee?” Five swore under his breath, garnering more than a few startled looks from the other shoppers.

Cereal, crackers, a whole aisle for juice, even an entire area dedicated to clothing essentials... Turning a corner sharply Five nearly walked straight into a solo female mannequin. Someone had left her, half-clothed, next to a pile of empty boxes. She looked like she was either coming in or out of storage.

Five stopped abruptly, brogues squeaking on the linoleum, coffee forgotten. A flicker of familiarity followed closely by guilt shifted across his features. Despite the looming crisis of the apocalypse, finding Dolores was among his top priorities. Although, a sliver of regret had buried itself near the core of his consciousness.

He had left her.

In that implausible, gut-wrenching juncture in time when the Handler had found him, he had left Dolores. Five didn’t often spend time thinking about the first few years he had been stuck in the apocalyptic future. He had been a child then, not only mentally, but emotionally as well. The horror and mounting panic of being trapped in a ravaged world, alone, was something he would never be able to sufficiently describe. She had been his companion for decades, seeing him through some of his lowest moments, and he had left her. The icy grip of dread crept across his chest, and suddenly Five was there again, hands bleeding, digging through the rubble of his home to find the broken bodies of his family.

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“Pfft.” Klaus scoffed. “The car’s still here!” He loped over and tugged on the handle. Locked.

Once past the sliding doors of the grocery store, Klaus slid the mickey of vodka out of his skirt and hoofed it across the street. Ben followed closely behind him, passing through people on the busy sidewalk. “I think it’s been more than 15 minutes.”

Klaus circled the car and picked a loose sour key out of his pocket. He had raided the candy scoop bins, stuffing handfuls of chocolate almonds, peppermints, and the like into his jacket pockets before making a hasty exit. He chewed on the candy absently, satisfied by the sour taste. Ben sat cross-legged on the hood of the car, watching his brother pace. Pulling the now warm waffle box from his skirt, Klaus tucked it carefully under the rear bumper of the car, along with the eggs, painkillers, and the small bottle of vodka. He patted it gently before straightening up. Ben watched him expectantly.

“Do you think something happened to Five?”

Klaus shook his head. “Back home for less than 48 hours and already upsetting the apple cart.” He sniffed. “If dear Dad could only see me now, being useful and everything.” With a sad chuckle, Klaus popped another sour key in his mouth and jogged back across the street; Ben followed closely behind, trailing his brother through the sliding doors. Turning from one end of the entrance to the other, Klaus ran his hands through his mop of curls. “Now if I was in a fresh teenage body, lost in a grocery store... Where would you find me?... Don’t answer that-”

Ben walked past him, peering through the lines of shoppers to the cashiers. “Why not ask one of them?” He gestured towards the people working the cashes. “They might know.”

“Oh Benny boy,” Klaus pretended to pat his brother’s ghostly face, “I knew I let you stick around for a reason.”

With Ben in tow, Klaus made his way against the flow of people to the nearest cashier. An older woman, she was distracted, counting her till, unaware of Klaus standing primly next to the counter. He rolled his shoulders and coughed loudly, but she seemed very engrossed in her organization of quarters. “Excuse me,” Klaus knocked on the counter next to her as calmly as he could, despite the painful headache blooming behind his eyes.

“Can I help you?” She didn’t even bother to look up from her counting. Her voice was curt and tired.

“I’m looking for my… b-brother - Little brother.” He added hastily. Klaus shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, balling them into fists to keep them from shaking. In the last five minutes, his body had seemed to amp up the combined withdrawal and hangover symptoms to 10.

She sniffed, seemingly even more annoyed. "Well, I could call for him over the intercom?" She offered it like she was giving up a kidney. "What's your brother's name?"

Ben sighed. Klaus smiled. He could already hear the inevitable questions ringing in his ears. "Well…"

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Five heard his name as if from underwater.

“... Five… Five if you are in the grocery store your brother… Klaus… is looking for you. Please make your way to…”

Five shook the fog from his head. He had been listlessly wandering the aisles of the grocery store for who knows how long. The tightness in his chest remained. He felt lost, exhausted, and frustrated that he was on the brink of tears over something so trivial as coffee. Turning about in the aisle he groaned aloud, unsure of which way the exit or checkouts were located.

Without warning, Klaus appeared at the end of the aisle, sliding into a grocery cart before waving at him. “Five! You!... you rascal.” He jogged down the rest of the way, panting.

He stopped short when he saw Five’s face. “Hey, hey, hey,” Klaus said softly, “This place is a mess, you need a map to find anything. What say we get out of here?” His headache was all but forgotten in the face of Five’s current state. His brother’s eyes were red, posture tense. Klaus reached out and gently squeezed his brother’s shoulder. Stepping past him, Ben bent down wordlessly and did his best to envelop Five in his ghostly embrace. Five’s posture relaxed. He scrubbed a sleeve across his face. “Thanks, Klaus.” His voice was scratchy.

Ben pulled away, looking sadly at his brothers. Klaus shook his head. He was never good at this. There was so much unsaid between them all and no safe place to begin.

“You know what? I know a great little coffee place close by, a little pricey but the barista is great to look at and even gave me a job in 2016 after I…” He paused. Klaus barely knew his brother. Unfortunately, Five couldn't say the same about him. 45 years in the apocalypse to read Vanya's autobiography and all those news columns about his fuck ups meant there was no need for Klaus to elaborate. “Anyways. He owes me a joint and a bag of fresh ground coffee, at least. Wanna go?”

Five smiled faintly. “Yes, let’s.”

#tua #tua secret santa #fanfic #the umbrella academy #gen

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elejahfanfic · 4 years

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Hello Love/5

Fanfiction

Part 5

This is an AU story with tvd/to characters. All human, no vampires or witches.

A little love story_ 💞

A sweet fluffy love story, ft. Klaroline, Kennett, Jebekah (Rebekah and Jackson!)

but the main pairing is Miguel Galindo x Elena Gilbert

since I love to write crossover au’s, here I am borrowing Miguel Galindo from MayansMC…played by Danny Pino.

tag_ @miguelsbrat

thank you for reading xoxo ✽-(˘◡˘)/✽

🍦🧁☕

The next day

In the Mikaelson Mansion

Klaus finished his phone call with his associates about a project he wanted to undertake while he was taking a year off. Esther knocked at the door of the roof greenhouse before she entered.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting"

"You're not, mother. What is it? I can see that you have your thinking cap on"

"Well, I was thinking - would you be interested in taking up the project of restoring our beach house?”

"Mother, you can have anyone - where has this come from? Why me?"

“Because I want you to do it. You’ve always loved being there.” Esther said.

“All right. I will do it. And you give me free hands. I can do it my way?”

"May I only ask for one thing? Let me make a few suggestions?"

"Put them on the table and I will look at it." Klaus said.

"Thank you." she said cheerfully and walked out of the living room. He now picked up the phone and dialed Caroline's number.

"How about a weekend outside the city- beach, good food, fresh air?"

Caroline said yes in a heartbeat.

***

Elsewhere

Rebekah ran the last look at the next issue of the magazine. She was pleased with it. Sending a few notes to her editor-in-chief, she got up, walking to the window. She looked to a beautiful sunny day. She took a deep breath. Work was fine. Love life was non-existent.

"If someone told me that you would become a workaholic and turn into your father, I would tell them to take a hike."

Rebekah turned around sharply, nearly screaming at the sight of the man.

"Jackson! Wow-what are you doing here?"

'Business - long story- maybe not that long-I took over from my father." he explained.

"Really? Ok, I am done here. Drinks?!" she said and now took her bag.

"Drinks!" he agreed smiling and they walked out of the office.

***

In Lena’s Cookies shop

Finishing a new batch of Mexican Hot Chocolate Cookies with marshmallows, her mind floated to the night before.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Elena breathed in. Miguel nodded slightly, and as she was about to turn to leave, he grabbed hold of her hand gently. Sliding his hand around to her lower back her pulled her into a kiss again.

Elena was completely taken by the unexpected move, but it didn't take her long to respond feverishly, her hand finding its way up his neck, burying it deeply in his dark coiffed hair.

Oh, yeah, it made her head spin and more. Was she on planet Earth, or was she now in outter space.

Elena closed the door of her small office and leaned on it, a big smile danced on her face, feeling like she was floating on air as she thought of Miguel.

If it wasn't for her phone ringing, she would have stayed in this cloudy state for the entire day, playing the kiss over and over in her head. She moved and now looked for her phone. Finding it in the bedroom, she picked it saying, "Hey"

"Hey you, what happened? You've not replied to any of my texts." Caroline said all flustered up on the other line.

"Sorry, I was a bit busy." Elena said.

"What is this about ending up having wine with Miguel? Can you please tell me - I am dying here" Caroline said.

"Bonnie and I are meeting for lunch and I will tell you everything there - in detail."

"You are mean!" Caroline exclaimed.

"See you there." Elena said.

Caroline agreed and as they hung up.

***

In Upper East Side, Miguel welcomed his friends and colleagues from San Diego. Dr Adelita Reyes.

“It is so good to see you” Miguel gave the woman a warm hug.”How is Angel?”

“He is in process of opening a new specialized motorcycle shop with EZ. It’s going to be custom chopper-style motorcycles only. They are going to do their own designes.” Adelita replied.

“I have to order one” Miguel said.

Adelita laughed a little.

“I’m serious.” Miguel said.

“What’s happened to you? When I got in - I saw that you are kind of different. New York is really doing something to you.something good.”

“Maybe - you know - I have locked myself away from the world - letting life pass me by. I’m done. I want to do things. Get out there. Live again. Bye a motorcycle.”

“If I didn’t know you - I would say that middle-life crisis has hit you hard.” Adelita shot at the surgeon, and then apologized for being so forward.

Miguel tilted his head and partly agreed, spreading a smile. He didn’t care. He felt good. His whole being had never been more alive, and there was nothing an no one in the world that could bring him down.

“OMG - did you meet someone?” Adelita then said.

“I did.” Miguel didn’t hide the fact that it was a significant someone that made his heart, his soul smile again.

“This is great! I’m so happy for you - and you know what spread the middle-life crisis thick. Who is she?”

“Her name is Elena. She is a pastry chef - a friend of my sister Rebekah - and she is - preciosa!” Miguel’s eyes sparkled, now revoking last night’s kiss, his heart bumping with a joyful beat.

“You’re in love?!”

“I am” Miguel admitted, and sat back in his chair, letting the happy feeling soak right into his bones. For the first time in forever his body and mind relaxed, continuing to talk about how he had met Elena, switching eventually to talk about the conference the next day and their presentation.

***

In East Village

"I've decided to open the second shop bakery. It will be cupcakes only. Oh, and- Jenna arrives week Friday. I am having a 'welcome back' party-and there is news from Jeremy, too. He has officially told me that he is now exclusive with Sarah.”

“Wow - about the bakery and wow for Jer, he is finally serious with someone,” Bonnie said, “good for him.”

“It’s crazy how things change. I thought that you and him would be together forever”

“Yeah, but - you know”

“I do - his immaturity back then killed it.” Elena remembered Jeremy’s unsavoury behaviour, causing Bonnie and him to break up, and moving away to the west coast.

“But we are sister anyway, even though I will marry someone else.” Bonnie said.

“What? Don’t tell me Kol proposed?” Elena nearly jumped from her seat.

“No - not yet. I found the ring” Bonnie said.

“You’re not serious? How? When?” Elena couldn’t wait to find out more, but they were both now interupted by Caroline, who joined them, sitting down, panting like she had been chased by the gang of wolves.

“Sorry, you guys,” Caroline said, “guess what? Klaus invited me to the Hamptons with him, to their beach house.”

“Isn’t it damaged by the hurricane, last year?” Bonnie said.

“Apparently he is going to redesing it - ok - this now is not like so important” Caroline than turned to Elena, “Now tell us about Miguel”

"I kissed Miguel - well, we kissed!" Elena said, her stomach flipping at the thought of the kiss that still lingered with her so vividly.

"Wow!" Caroline exclaimed shocked. "How was it? If he kisses anything like Klaus-"

"Oh, he can kiss! He can really kiss!" Elena said swooning.

"What is this whole mantra about you not going to date for a while?” Bonnie said.

"I guess it’s out of the window,” Elena said with a cute grin on her face,”I don’t know what it is about him, but I just feel - everything inside me feels so good - my heart just goes kaboom when I’m see him”

“Then just go for it! He obviously likes you” Caroline advise.

“But there is this something inside me that,” Elena inhaled sharply as if she was going to lose breath,”what if it all goes wrong and -”

“Why would it go wrong?” Caroline cut right in the middle of her sentence.

“I don’t know - I’m freshly out of a relationship - he hasn’t dated anyone in a thousand years”

“Listen to your heart” Bonnie said. “What does it tell you?”

“That it feels so good.” Elena replied.

“And the case is closed” Caroline said. “Where is Bekah?”

Rebekah ditched her friends, excusing herself, sending a selfie of her and Jackson having a cocktail lunch.

“He is back - and better looking than ever” Caroline remarked looking at selfie Rebekah sent of her and Jackson.

“Did they like date in college?” Bonnie asked.

“No - she always was into him, but - nothing happened - they ended up being good buddies.” Caroline replied.

“Didn’t he marry that witch Hayley Marshall?” Elena remembered.

“Yep,” Caroline replied,”but it didn’t last. They are divorced. And she got a crazy settlement.”

“He is such a good guy,”Bonnie said,”and Rebekah deserves someone good like him.”

“I hope things happen for her, too, same as it is happening for us” Caroline now had only one subject in the center of their girly meeting and that was Klaus.

***

Later that day as Rebekah called Caroline to share how ‘drinks’ with Jackson went in detail, she divulged that he had invited her to his family’s beach house in the Hamptons.

“Klaus invited me to your house!” Caroline said.

Now those two concoted a plan for have a small gathering in the Hamptons for the weekend, and as she checked with Jackson, both women now invited Elena, Miguel, Bonnie and Kol to come along.

“I have a feeling that this will be the best summer ever” Caroline exclaimed happyily.

“I believe so, too. I have a feeling the stars have finally aligned in our favour” Rebekah said.

“Hello summer, Hello love!” Caroline said cheerfully.

That weekend, at the agreed hour the party of eight set off to the beach town some fifty miles far from the city.

As they arrived, and after they settled each pair wanted to do something different. So, Kol and Bonnie together with Rebekah and Jackson down the beach. Klaus together with Caroline went to the Mikaelson house, which was not far down the road. Elena and Miguel went to a gourmet food store.

“I will make an easy lobster paella,” Elena said as they entered the speciality store, “and a French Apple tart or something else with puff pastry.”

“We could have all gone out to a restaurant. It is not fair that you spend time cooking.” Miguel said.

“It’s not a big thing. Plus it is cozy to have a meal together in the garden - and don’t forget I’m a pro and I know a lot of shortcuts. First shortcut is buying already made puff pastry.” Elena said, marching to the frozen food section.

At the Mikaelson beach house

"Please" Klaus said as he opened the doors and they walked in. It was dusty, but still very stylish and it was clear to her that Klaus had inherited the creative streak from his mother.

"It's -beautiful!" Caroline exclaimed.

"Yes- it needs some TLC though. I’ve have always loved this house. We would spend the entire summer here when we were children. I'd like to show you my favourite hide out?!" he smiled charmingly.

"Lead the way." Caroline smiled back at him.

"You love modern stuff!" Caroline concluded as he had shown her his most favourite creations by the famous architect.

"And you?"

"I love the mod-cons!" Caroline said flirtatiously.

"I know exactly what house I would design for you”

"You would desing a house for me?” Caroline looked surprised

“Yes”

"You want to build me a house?!" she was stunned as she realized where the teasing led.

"Yes. I would like to design a house for you and so much more." he looked deep in her eyes as if he was compelling her to become his.

"You are kidding me, right? Is that how you get all your women to bed?" she said.

"I have never offered any of them to build a house or take them to a place like this. I just had them. You, on the other hand- " before he could say more, she was kissing him and he vigorously accepted her lips.

Elena and Miguel returned to Kenner’s beach house. He carried all the bags for her like a gentleman he was.

As Elena washed her hands and put her hair up, he made himself comfortable at the table and watched her in action. In no time she made pastry diamond, flowers and pinwheels, filing it with cream cheese, topping it off respectively with strawberries, raspberries and blueberries.

“There is something missing” Elena said and jumped, “we haven’t anything with chocolate.”

“Isn’t this quite enough?”

“Yes, but without chocolate - nothing goes. At least in my life.” Elena joked, and now cut the puff pastry in stripes feeling it with soft cheese and chocolate chips, skillfuly flapping it over creating a perfect braid pattern.

“Rebekah said that you have won the second place on the Artisanal Sweet Fair last year.” Miguel said.

“Yes. I lost to Cupcake Heaven” Elena said placing the last batch of pastries in the oven. “There is always the next year. It’s all about working hard.”

Miguel admired her resolve. And pouring them both a drink of rose wine, they toasted a little to the summer, he continued watching her do her magic with the lobster paella.

“Ah, it smells so good!” Kol exclaimed as he and Bonnie entered the kitchen from the back garden.

“How can I help?” Bonnie asked her friend.

“I got all under control” Elena said.

“She is like a wizard,” Miguel said,”she’s already set the table, made these delicious pastries”

“That’s our Elena” Rebekah now said, appearing from the living room, taking one of the pastries.

“Call Caroline, because the paella is nearly done - I just need to add the lobster and the kielbasa, and my super shortcut paella is done.” Elena said.

“Yes Ma’am” Rebekah joked and was immediately on the phone to find out what was keeping Klaus and Caroline, who were there in a flash, after Rebekah got hold of her friend.

“Caroline said that your paella is something that should not be missed.” Klaus said as they sat down.

Very soon, the whole party complimented the Chef and agreed with Caroline. The “shortcut paella” was delicious, and the little puff pastires went well with the wine she had chosen.

Rebekah and Caroline togehter with Kol made sure there is more fun to be had and the bunch went from sharing stories from childhood to playing silly games of charade, dancing. Enjoying the summer evening to the fullest.

“Would you like to go for a walk - down the beach?” Miguel said to Elena as she finished talking to her aunt.

“Yeah - let me just get my cardigan - the wind is picking up” She ran quickly to the room, pulling out a turquoise floral chiffon cardigan.

Taking the stroll down the path,they exchanged the impressions of the day.

“I’ve forgotten how much I love this place.” Miguel said. Memories of his childhood hit him in the best way possible, but there was some sandess attached to it unfortunately.

“What is it?”

“The first time I came here was the summer my parents - you know. Mother - maybe it sound quite unsual to you that I call Esther Mother, but she has took me in like I was her son. Not a day did she treat me any different form Klaus, Rebekah or Kol.”

“But deep down you wished your parents would miraculously come back” Elena said.

“Yes” Miguel inhaled softly, turning to Elena. “I don’t want this evening be again about - the past. I love the present so much.”

His masculine yet mellow voice made her skin spread with goosebumps. Her heart was dancing a beat she had not known existed. For a moment it felt like she had no air, and she thought it was all because of the sparkling wine, that still bubbled in her head.

Miguel could feel Elena's sweet restlessness and even he himself had to contain his own passion during the whole evening, especially when they danced to Norah Jones’ "Come away with me". He wanted to swoop her away there and then way from everything and everyone to have her all to himself.

All at once, she was painfully aware of his nearness as he now leaned over to her, cupping her chin everso gently. And when his gaze lowered to her lips, heat coiled through her so strong, her mouth opened slightly, moistening her lips.

“You are so beautiful” his breathing was ragged like hers, warm and sweet oozing a faint scent of chocolate from the pastry he had earlier. His hard-muscled chest was so close she could almost feel the dampness of his shirt while the familiar scent of Old spice, warm and complex mixture of South Sea, flowers and green herbs whirled her senses. And then his lips latched onto hers, now kissing her with the same quiet intensity he had in his stare. Tentative at first, but gradually turning bolder, covering every inch of her mouth with slow, deep kisses.

And I want to walk with you On a cloudy day In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss On a mountaintop Come away with me And I'll never stop loving you

#elena gilbert #miguel galindo #miglena #klaroline #kennett #fanfiction #au fanfiction #tvd au fanfiction #mikaelsons

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TUA Creator’s Bingo: Hoodie

Summary: Vanya learns that withdrawals suck. Thankfully, her brother knows a thing or two about it.

Pairing/Characters: Vanya Hargreeves and Klaus Hargreeves

Word Count: 2276

Square Filled: Hoodie

Warnings: implied/reference drug use, withdrawals,

A/N: third entry for @tuacreatorsbingo ! some good good klaus and vanya hurt/comfort content because we need more of that in our lives

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It was a bad, bad day. Withdrawals were awful.

Sitting in the kitchen, Vanya was digging her nails into her arms hard enough to leave marks while she willed her body to stop shaking. She wasn’t even cold- the logical part of her brain told her that her nervous system was probably just overreacting without something to keep it calm.

Worse than the shakes were the ‘brain zaps’. The zaps were unsettling and disorienting and she could never predict when the next one would come. It was almost like trying to wait out hiccups, and it made it impossible to focus on anything- and she’d tried. She only got through half of a Beethoven piece, the zaps causing sudden stops and unexpectedly wrong notes before she gave up in a fit of frustration. Her powers made sheet music fly violently around the room as she made a loud, agitated noise.

Now, not sure she wanted to be alone with her powers and anger, but not really sure what she wanted at all- she sat in the kitchen with a now-cold mug of tea in front of her. Her nails dragged down her arms, leaving red scores.

A lack of sleep and her list of symptoms for the day left her agitated and manic, and she was trying hard not to spiral considering how her powers got when she was too emotional. She didn’t want to take the Academy down a second time, didn’t want to hurt anyone- except. Well, she kind of did. Not in a murderous way, she just- understood Diego and Luther’s constant need to punch things to cope a lot better than she used to.

Vanya didn’t know how much more of this she could take, but she didn’t know how to relieve it. She felt like a pot starting to boil over and she didn’t know how to let any of the steam loose. Old coping mechanisms from older therapists floated in and out of her mind, but she found they were more aggravating than helpful. ‘Identify your feelings. Go to your happy place. Meditate. Breathe’.

Fuck off , her brain responded to the suggestions.

Too stuck in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice her sibling until it was too late.

“Hey, Van.” Klaus greeted, giving her a nod and a smile as he moved into the kitchen, a long skirt trailing after him. A flash of irritation washed over her- if it was Allison or Five that would be one thing, but while she didn’t have much to hold against Klaus, he was so.. Loud. She didn’t think she could handle it gracefully today.

He proved her point as he started opening and shutting cabinets, digging through the fridge, setting a plate down on the counter with a clank. He even mumbled to himself - or to someone else. She and the rest of the Hargreeves were still trying to figure out what was a chatty ghost and what was Klaus being Klaus. Vanya didn’t know how long she sat there, her nails digger harder and harder into her skin as she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth and tried to stay calm. Eventually, though, she had to crack .

“Klaus, would you just shut up ?” She demanded as she twisted in her chair to face him, the cup in front of her giving an ominous rattle and spilling most of her tea over the edge. He immediately froze in response, his expression falling. He quickly plastered on another, but she definitely saw the brief moment of hurt before he put on another easygoing mask.

“Shit.” Vanya said. Shame washed over her at the outburst. “I’m so sorry.” She blurted, running her fingers through her hair and clenching her fists at her scalp, “That was unfair, I’m sorry, I’m- the withdrawals today are just-"

“Oh.” Klaus said simply, the realization dawning on his face, “It’s okay, Vanya.”

“No, it’s not, that was shitty and we both know it-”

“Hey, you would not believe the things I’ve said to Ben on my pricklier days.” Klaus said. He was back to rummaging through a cupboard. This time, however, he made sure to close the cabinets gently and not to clink the dishes around as he moved. “And vice versa.” He snorted, holding up a rag, “It’s cute that you guys still think he’s an innocent little bookworm. He knows like three languages and tells me I’m making bad choices in all of them .”

He artfully stepped over to the table, his skirt swishing around his legs while he picked her cup up and set the rag down to start soaking up the tea mess. Then, “I’ll be right back.” He said with a considerate frown, and she nodded numbly before he disappeared down the hall.

The hopeless, angry part of her suggested he probably wasn’t coming back and just wanted to get away from her craziness. But it was Klaus, and if she was crazy.. To prove the point, he soon blazed back into the room with a black bundle in his arms.

“Put this on.” He suggested, setting it down on the table instead of handing it to her directly. “It’ll help.”

Irritation scratched beneath her skin, not wanting to be told what to do, but she reached forward to grab it regardless to try and keep the peace. Unrolling it, she realized it was a comfortably worn-down hoodie.

“Is.. is this Ben’s?” She asked, confused.

“No- well, maybe, actually.” Klaus frowned thoughtfully, “No, wait, you’re right, I definitely stole this from Ben.”

Surprise, surprise . Vanya huffed out a small laugh at his antics.

Then she carefully shrugged the hoodie on- it was a size or two too big, and made of heavy material that weighed on her shoulders. It smelled like a bizarre mix of something flowery and something that was almost definitely weed, but it was something she associated with Klaus. And that small fact was somehow comforting to her, just a little. So she sank back into her chair and into the fabric, the hood bunching up around her neck.

“It helps sometimes, to just have something heavy? It’s kind of grounding.” Klaus said, rocking back and forth on his heels and his toes with a strange expression, his movement betraying his nerves.

“I think you’re right.” Vanya said softly, starting to connect the dots. Even if she wasn’t feeling many more emotions than ‘fuck this’ or ‘fuck you’, she could recognize that Klaus was the resident authority on dealing with withdrawal. He was clean- hell, cleaner than she was, but she distantly remembered the days after the not-apocalypse where he hid himself away, snapped at them, or cried in strange places.

“Do you think a hug would help?” Klaus interrupted her thoughts like he was shoving the words out of his mouth as quickly as he could.

Vanya took a deep breath and slowly let it out through her nose, genuinely considering it. “I think.. That if someone touched me right now.. I’d throw them into the wall.” She said carefully, watching Klaus’ expression.

To her bizarre satisfaction, he nodded like that was a perfectly reasonable answer. “Sounds about right.” He replied absently, his eyes wandering the room before focusing in on her again. Ghosts, or Klaus’ attention span? Who knew.

“You’ve just gotta wait it out, Van.” He sighed, smiling regretfully, “And try not to burn too many bridges along the way.”

She tapped her fingers on the table, focusing on the sound and the vibration- before stopping herself. No going down the ‘catastrophic powers’ rabbit hole, not while she felt like.. this .

“I’m just…” Her hands clenched into fists, wondering just how much he’d get it , “Klaus, I’m- I’m so angry . And even after everything that happened.. I’m not used to it. I don’t know what to do with it.”

Was it a warning? Maybe. Or maybe she just wanted to be heard while someone was there to listen. She expected her brother to shrink away or find some convenient excuse to vanish, a spiteful voice in her head reminding her of how she and her unstable powers could just be too much for her siblings some days. But Klaus only sighed and leaned his hip against the table, staring down at her.

“That’s okay.” He said, “Is your brain like.. screaming at you and lashing out at everything? That’s not you, that’s just..” He made a face. “Chemistry and brain stuff. You can’t help it right now.”

She didn’t think anything could soothe the beast clawing in her chest, but Klaus’ words helped. Maybe only a little, but she’d take what she could get.

“Klaus,” She asked suddenly, as soon as the question popped up in her mind. She twitched, her brain.. well, zapping. “Can I- can I ask you something?”

His face lit up. “Anytime!” Klaus agreed.

She clenched her fists on the tabletop. “Are you ever-“ Her nails bit into her palms as she tried to consider how to phrase it, how to get the point across. “Did you ever feel..” Scared. “Concerned? I- I know you were on drugs for.. for a really long time.” She worried her lip, not sure just how candid they could be about the subject, “So when you were stopping.. was it hard, not knowing what.. what you were supposed to be like after?”

He looked confused but kindly concerned, brow furrowed as he tried to follow along. “You mean like..” He hummed, “You- I was on drugs so long, so was it scary not knowing who I was going to be without the high?”

She breathed out a deep sigh, nodding. “Yeah. Exactly that, yeah.”

“Well..” Klaus sucked in a breath through his teeth, cocking his head to the side, “My timelines were always a little rushed. But.. yeah? C’mon, it was practically baked - get it, baked - into my personality. ‘ Klaus the drug addict ’-“ He snorted unexpectedly, “It was almost like my brand. If I wasn’t him, who was I supposed to be?”

She only nodded. He seemed lost in thought, blinked, then he let out a soft ‘oh’ when he realized the conversational ball was still in his court.

“Soo.. yeah. Yeah, Van, it was fucking scary. Once or twice I think that’s why I fell off the wagon, honestly- back on the streets, I mean.” He rambled, “It was too big and scary, looking into a future where I had to be Klaus The Adult and act ‘normal’ and ‘fix’ myself.” Klaus made a face at the very thought. “It’s hard, getting kicked out of rehab and then knowing it’s all up to you to fix your shit. Even with Ben around.”

Her heart sank. “Oh.” She said. That certainly didn’t bode well for her. But it wasn’t like she could fall off the wagon, could she? After the apocalypse they had her taking her full dose and slowly weaned her off of it, and now she was finally out of pills and it was leaving her system. But she couldn’t deny that life was easier on the pills, as much as she hated feeling ordinary. Could it be enough, just knowing she had these powers under the surface? That she counted as a member of the Academy in her own strange way?

It must’ve been written all over her face. “But!” A panicked Klaus near-shouted, causing her to flinch away and glare with the strength of a thousand suns. He grinned sheepishly, adjusting his volume. “Sorry. Sorry. I was just gonna say- I think it never stuck because I didn’t have anyone back then. I mean, Ben, but I’d been tuning out that shithead for years. And he tried, but he couldn’t do much to support me.

“Now, though-“ Klaus gestured with his hands, a knowing smile on his face, “I had… I’ve got people . And with hi- them, by my side and willing to help, that makes the future a lot less scary.” He made a soft noise. “Rehab was always hounding me about having a support system to stay sober- guess they knew something after all.”

“Oh.” She repeated.

“Is that…” He worried his lip with his teeth, “Is that helpful? I’m not usually the pep talk guy.”

“I…” She took a deep breath and let it out, slowly unclenching her fists so that she could hide her hands in the oversized hoodie. “I think.. I think it did, actually.” She could still feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface of her skin. She still felt like she was a hair trigger away from something , and she didn’t want to find out what it was.

But the reminder that she wasn’t alone helped. Even if she didn’t trust certain siblings as much as others.. She wasn’t alone in all this. Especially with Klaus here.

Vanya looked at her brother in a strange new light. He hadn’t run away or made her feel like shit, not even when she flung her tea all over the table with her mind. So.. so no, Vanya wasn’t alone. Vanya had support.

Maybe she’d make it through.

“Thanks, Klaus.” She said softly.

“Like I said,” He replied, grabbing the rag and soaking up the rest of the mess before tossing it in the direction of the sink. It hit a cabinet and slid to the floor, but the thought was there. “Anytime, Van.” A pause. "Are you sure you don't want that hug?"

She scoffed out a small laugh. "Klaus, I love you, but go away." Vanya said mildly, the edge of her mouth quirking up in a small smile.

"Yeah," Klaus agreed, "Fair enough."

#The Umbrella Academy #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tuacreatorsbingo

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magic-multicolored-miracle · 4 years

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TUA S2: The End of Something

I...but...wh...huh?

I need to scream.

I need season 3 (or even just actual confirmation that there will be one. Do we have that yet?)

Starting out with the thing that is both a thing I am most excited for and also the Biggest Nope

Really Reggie? Get fucked.

Why did they not let Dante Albidone speak? Its super disconcerting to hear Robert’s voice coming from not Robert (also super unfair to Dante esp. since he was the only one dubbed over).

Shit...

Of course he’s a tax evader. What cult leader isn’t?

Oh...Vanya caused the connection...that’s interesting but not good.

I’m not ready. Gimme a sec... ... ...okay punch me in the feels

Babies! 😭

The poor car...

Still using the milk van? Really?

God, I am trying to focus on the drama but they all look So Good it’s distracting. (Especially Klaus. I am very invested in his appearance). I am very happy we’re getting more of these lewks than just those first few minutes of the season

Luther, didn’t you meet her?

I really like The Handler’s scales. And her super intense, sharp eye makeup.

6. Or 8 if you count Sissy and Harlan. Ben’s gone, remember?

You and your big mouth Diego

Respect for the sense of dramatic timing

Oh hell yeah! Go, Diego, Go!

Over? Not. Quite.

Of course she’s able to use their powers with more efficiently and ruthlessly to take them out. Raise a kid to be the best killer in literally all time, and that’s what you get. Probably why The Handler took her in the first place.

Oh thank god, not dead

She’s got to tire out too eventually, right? They just have to outlast her

Hey. No. Bad Handler. The accent was awful and you hurt Sissy/are threatening Harlan. Unacceptable.

Oh, so they don’t KNOW that there were 43? That changes shit. Quick fic rethink!

Just not going to not deal with that concern right now, Diego. Bigger issues.

Worth a shot...not a bad plan actually Klaus

Aww! They really are giving Diego the best lines this season, and mostly directed at/in conversation with Lila

Yeah, our brother died, so we’ve got an open slot. How do you feel about the number 6? And umbrellas?

FUCK!

If you say no, she’s going to kill you too boo

At least she knew the answer was no before she even asked the question...?

I’m still waiting for how the Last Swede Standing plays into this

Oh! There he is! Can he manage to make it stick where others have failed?

Oh damn! He can manage this much power while bleeding out?! I’m sufficiently impressed

Poor Lila doesn’t get her answer this way :/

Not a good excuse Diego -.- that was your last best shot home

Won’t that kill him though? Since giving it to him is what saved his life?

Herb and Dot! The real heroes!

When the hell did they have time to choreograph that?!

Fair point Herb

💔

Aw, sweet sibling moment!

Is he looking for Klaus? Or someone else?

Yes, join the cult remnants, Axel. It’ll...be...good...for you?

That’s. not a good sign.

Really Klaus? You dork (I say as if I don’t think good head-wear is critical to a lewk)

If Claire doesn’t exist anymore, I’m going to flip a table. I’ll have to go back to IKEA, buy one, and build it first, but I’ll do it. Such would be my commitment to my rage.

That. Is a floating green cube.

Sparrow Academy. Tiny bit less lame than Umbrella. Still not logical in any way though.

Who the fuck are these assholes? I just said that “Ben”

#The Umbrella Academy season 2 spoilers #TUA season 2 spoilers #Shye watches TUA2 #semi-liveblogging #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #that is all #I have a lot of feelings to unpack. And I'm going to need to rewatch at least once #season 2 episode 10

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roonil-wazlib-at-221b · 5 years

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Number Eight: Part 3

Here’s part 3/4!

Pairing: Five x Reader

Two can literally hear Grace’s mind whirring.

“You would like a name, Number Two?” She finally asks, smiling the smile Reginald programmed her with, not her real smile. “But you already have a name.”

“I h-h-have a-a n-n-n-u-u—” Two’s fist clenches. Why can’t he talk? It’s so easy for everyone else! Two is supposed to be special, he’s supposed to do things other people can’t, not not be able to do things normal people can!

“Just picture the word in your mind, Number Two, dear,” Grace says softly. She puts her hand on his shoulder and her smile relaxes into something that looks much more real.

Two takes a deep breath. Number. He sounds the word out in his head. Normally his stutter isn’t even this bad, but considering the events of this morning… “N-numb-ber,” he says shakily.

“Very good!” Grace pulls him into a hug that’s too warm for her to really be a robot. “Well, Two is a number, but it’s your name as well, right?”

Two thinks back to the new gravestones in the academy’s garden. They’re too small, much too small. It’s an insult to the people they’re supposed to be respecting. It’s because the only thing etched onto one stone is ‘5’ and the only thing carved onto the other is ‘8’. He didn’t even write out ‘Five’ and ‘Eight’! Two’s mouth had dropped open when he’d seen the gravestones. What an old bastard. Even though there’s only one numeral on each, the stones are almost too skinny to fit them.

Six could break one of them in half by throwing a ball at them.

When Two dies, he doesn’t want a skinny gravestone that could be snapped by a normal person. He wants a real gravestone, one that’s bigger, and he knows Sir Reginald wouldn’t buy him a bigger gravestone unless there’s something else to be written onto it.

“I w-want a bi-bi-bigger n-name,” Two insists. “A r-real o-one.” He wants to say ‘One that means something’ but he feels that Grace knows what he means. Also, he doesn’t want to have to struggle through that whole sentence.

“I have an idea,” Grace says decisively. “You will have to excuse me for a few minutes, Number Two. Gather all of your siblings, please. I suspect more than just you would like a real name.”

Two nods. He races out of the room, but immediately comes back in. He doesn’t want to hear any smart remarks about his stutter today, plus it’s embarrassing to talk even if somebody doesn’t make a smart remark. He grabs a stray piece of paper and a marker.

“H-hey!” Two yells when he sees One and Three in the hallway, heads close together as they talk in furious whispers. Both kids jump apart at the noise. Two holds up the paper for them to read—’GO TO THE KITCHEN. GRACE IS GOING TO NAME US’—and barely gives them enough time to read it before he pelts away.

Two finds Four in the bathtub, listening to music through his headphones so loud Two can hear it from outside the room. Two kicks down the door, yanks the headphones off Four’s head, and shoves the paper in his face.

“Two,” Four complains, blinking rapidly as his eyes tried to focus on the paper.

He’s high, Two realizes with exasperation. “C-come down to the kitchen,” he orders.

“Why?” Four asks, lifting his hand out of the water and spraying Two and the paper. Two shakes the water out of his eyes and pulls the paper out of the way.

“J-j-just d-do it!”

“Fine,” Four grumbles. Two doesn’t wait around to watch him get out of the bath.

When Two opens Seven’s door, she jumps and stops playing the violin. Six drops out of the air onto her bed (thankfully).

Two points at Six, Grace momentarily forgotten. “W-w-were you—”

“I can move things,” Seven beams, though there are dried tear tracks on her face. “I don’t fully understand it because I haven’t trained at all with Sir Reginald, but I think I can use sound or something like that.”

“She can make me float,” Six adds. “It’s really fun! You should try it!” As happy as he’s trying to sound, Two can see that his face also shows signs of having recently cried. It can’t have been easy for Six at the funeral. He’d seen Eight die right after killing that man.

“M-m-maybe later,” Two says. He holds up the sign. The ink is running a little bit from Four spraying it with water, but it’s still readable.

“Names?” Seven demands, the violin and bow falling to the ground. “Like real names?”

Two nods. To his surprise, Seven doesn’t look happy. In fact, she looks mad.

“Isn’t that like abandoning Five and Eight?”

“What?” Six and Two ask at the same time.

“The second they’re gone we give ourselves real names. Why didn’t we do that while they were still here?”

Two can’t even pronounce the first word of his explanation, so he holds up a finger to her and flips the paper over. ‘GRAVESTONES SO SMALL—MADE ME WANT A REAL NAME’.

Seven relaxes her aggressive stance a little bit. Six’s lower lip wobbles.

Two holds a hand for Six and Six takes it gratefully. Two pulls him to his feet. “C-come on.”

The three tiptoe past Reginald’s room, but it would have made no difference if they had worn metal boots and stomped past—the only time he left the study in the past week was for the half-assed fifteen-minute funeral for Eight and Five. Only the monkey butler was permitted inside to give him food.

The other living siblings are sitting at the kitchen table when Two, Six, and Seven enter. Four is wearing only a bathrobe, and the way he’s sitting with his legs kicked up on the table makes it really easy to see his bare butt. One and Three are sitting next to each other—surprise, surprise—and while Three was alternating between yelling at Sir Reginald, One, and Six at the funeral, and crying, she looks fine now. One, on the other hand, looks shaken. His hair is all ruffled from running his hands through it so many times.

Two has barely sat down before Grace walks back into the room, a few papers clutched in her hands.

“Oh!” she says, pleasantly surprised. “Everyone’s here. Perfect! I have all your names picked out. Before anything else, I have decided to name the butler Pogo.”

Despite a few raised eyebrows, nobody raises a complaint, so Grace smiles and claps her hands together. “Number One, would you like to go first?”

One swallows and stands up promptly, but he doesn’t look ready at all.

“Number One.” Grace pulls a paper from the stack and looks at it. “You were adopted from Germany, so I think it’s fitting to give you a German name. The name I chose for you is Luther. It means ‘army of the people’, and, well, you’re strong enough to be a whole army on your own.”

One—Luther—blinks, swallows, blinks again, and then nods. He sits down for the first time as Luther, looking extremely uncomfortable as if his new name has also changed his appearance and he’s not quite used to this new body. Three pats his hand, looking excited.

“Number Two,” Grace says, almost singsong, and pulls his paper to the front of the pile. Two doesn’t stand up; it’ll make it seem like she’s Sir Reginald and he’s answering a question during tutoring. For a small moment Two wonders just how much of his information is on that paper—if it shows where he was adopted from, would it show who he was adopted from?

“You were adopted from Mexico, so I decided to give you the name…” She looks up and winks. “I decided to give you the name Diego. It means ‘supplanter’, and you are destined to be a great leader. I know it.”

Diego. Two—Diego—rolls the word around in his mind, imagines saying it. He can taste it on his lips. Should he try… is stuttering something that belongs to Two, or does Diego stutter too? Does a name really change anything about him? Will Sir Reginald even put Diego on his gravestone if he dies?

“Diego,” he tries to say, and even One—no, Luther—smiles at him when he doesn’t stutter. “Th-thank you.”

“Number Three.” Grace transfers her gaze to the girl in question.

Three stands up like Luther, popping out of her chair like a rocket, and she grins at Grace, slightly lopsided.

“Number Three, you were adopted from the United States. I decided to give you the name Allison. It means ‘truth’, and well, you can change reality so that what you say is the truth. I thought it fitting.”

“Allison,” the girl echoes softly. Two—no, Diego—can’t see her face. He doesn’t know how she feels about her new name.

She looks at the ground and sits down slowly. “Allison. Allison.” She sounds all right with it. When Diego catches a glimpse of her face, though, he sees tears glittering in her eyes.

He hopes Grace doesn’t see. He doesn’t want her to think she did a bad job at naming any of the kids.

“And me!” Number Four says loudly, taking his legs off the table lazily and accidentally flashing Seven and Six. “Tell me, O Mother of mine, what name you decided to bestow on me.” He burps and giggles.

Grace smiles softly at him. “Number Four, Mr. Hargreeves adopted you from Germany. I give you the name Klaus. It means—”

“Like Santa Claus!” Four/Klaus exclaims, giggling madly. “I love it, Mom!”

Grace shakes her head in amusement at him. “You’re welcome, Klaus.”

Diego’s heart drops. Five should be here, he should be getting a new name—though, when Diego thinks about it, he’s not sure if Five would want a name. Knowing how stubborn the boy is, he might have outright refused one.

“Number—” Grace pulls a file to the top of the pile, her smile drops, and then puts another one on top of that one. Everyone sees it; everyone’s reminded, again, of who they’re missing. “Number Six, your turn.”

Like Luther, Six stands up, and also like Luther, he swallows nervously. His shoulders are hunched ever so slightly, as if expecting an attack rather than a name.

“Number Six, Sir Reginald took you from your parents in New Zealand. I think it’s only fitting to give you the name Benjamin, Ben for short. It means ‘son’.” Grace smiles at Ben, but it looks fake. Grace looks sad.

Stricken, Six—no, Diego reminds himself, Ben now—looks around the table at everyone’s faces. No one missed the different phrasing of Grace’s words. Immediately, terrible scenarios begin to run through Diego’s mind.

Why would she call him ‘son’ and say he was taken? Diego muses. He doesn’t want to think about it.

He’s thinking about it.

And Diego thought he couldn’t hate Sir Reginald more than he already did.

Plus, that means everyone else’s parents gave them up willingly. Diego’s parents gave him up willingly.

Looking to be near tears, Ben sits back down slowly. Seven tries to put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs away from her.

“Number Seven?” Grace smiles, but it’s that robotic smile again. Diego feels bad for Seven. The smile is obviously fake.

Seven nods, obviously readying herself for a hidden revelation in her name as well.

“Number Seven, you were adopted from Russia.” Diego sees Seven’s shoulders slump. “I give you the name Vanya. It means ‘Gift from God’, and we are all so very thankful for you.”

Vanya nods, looking at the table like she can stare through it. “Thank you, Mom,” she manages, sounding like her throat is closed.

“Well, let me just say,” Four—Klaus—says loudly, standing up and swaying, “If Five and Eight were here, I would name Five something that means ‘small’ because he’s so short! And maybe something that means, like, ‘vicious’ for Eight, or maybe ‘calm’ because she’s so quiet! What about you guys?”

“I’d name Five something that means ‘smart’,” Six says quietly, and that seems to break the quiet trance the rest of the children were under. Immediately, they all burst into chatter, debating what Five and Eight should have been named.

Between Allison excitedly shouting she’d name Five something that means ‘asshole’, and Klaus suggesting a name that means ‘killer’ for Eight, it’s a better funeral for them than the actual funeral.

You wake up to someone slapping your cheeks.

“Hey,” you mumble groggily, trying to fend off the attacks, but they keep coming. Too bad your eyes feel glued shut.

“Eight, get up,” you hear Five say, and a combination of shock, excitement, and disbelief course through you at the sound of his voice. It’s deeper and raspier than you remember, but definitely Five’s.

You shoot up so quickly that you hit your head into Five’s, and you both hiss and fall back, clutching your hurt foreheads.

“Shit!”

“Ouch,” you complain, cracking open your eyes to see around you. You manage to take in part of a broken ceiling that gives an amazing view of the moon and stars before something hits you around the torso and almost knocks you over.

“How did you get here?” Five mutters into your hair, skinny arms squeezing you so tightly you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Where is here?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his body and squeezing too. God, you’ve missed him. You’ve missed everything about him. You want to put your head in the crook of his neck and never leave his arms.

“The future,” Five mutters.

You pull away from him. “What?”

“The future,” Five repeats. “2019, to be exact.” He springs to his feet. “Wait—Eight—you’re stuck here too! Why are you here? Now you’ll be trapped here forever! God, you’re so dumb!”

A little bit in shock, you clamber to your feet and spin in a slow circle. You’re in a partially destroyed building that looks a little bit like an amphitheatre. You’re on the stage, actually. The walls have been scratched to hell in the pattern of tally marks and there’s a couch and beanbag in the wings of the stage. Books are littered all over the stage. There’s a particularly large stack on top of the couch. On the ground is mathematical scribblings you don’t understand at all.

The far side of the theatre was completely destroyed. The jagged sides reveal a night sky you’ve never seen before: the stars and moon are so bright they illuminate the earth almost as well as the sun does during the day.

“Five?” you ask slowly, cutting the boy’s rant off short. “What happened?”

“The apocalypse happened, that’s what happened!” he snaps. “And I’m stuck here, and you’re stuck here too! How could you be so stupid, Eight?”

“I missed you,” you say softly. “I’m here to take you home.”

Five’s eyes soften and he holds his arms out for you. You step back into them gratefully. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to hug him enough to make up for all the lost time.

Except for the fact that he reeks. Your nose wrinkles. “Five, you smell terrible.” He looks pretty terrible, too; he’s got dirt smudges on his face and his clothes are ripped and dirty.

“Yeah, well, the apocalypse is hardly luxurious,” he mutters.

You take a step back and realize, with a pang of shock, that you have to look up to meet Five’s eyes. His jawline is sharper, too, and hair longer. He looks… old. “Five… how long have you been in… here?”

“365 days,” he says bitterly. “One whole year.”

“You’ve been alone a year?” That means Five’s a whole year older than you.

He grimaces when he nods. “But how did you get here, Eight?”

“I killed a man, absorbed his energy, and jumped to you,” you say simply.

Five splutters.

“He was trying to kidnap me,” you say, a little defensively—you know exactly how One and Six felt about you killing that man, and you can’t believe the other children will be any more accepting of the action, but Five should understand. Five always understands.

Five bites his lip, his hand rubbing up and down your arm unconsciously. He nods a few times. “I wasn’t…” He shakes his head. “I wasn’t talking about that. I just… you can do that?”

You nod.

“I just… I don’t understand how you got to me.”

“I can jump through space just like you,” you shrug. “Enough energy, I guess, should help me get through time just like you.”

For some reason, Five looks at the ground then, looking almost like he’s blushing.

“Enough energy should also help us get back,” you say confidently. Never mind how you’re feeling a little shaky. Five must notice, though, because the hand he’s using to rub your arm he moves to your elbow and tightens his grip, like you need him to hold you up. “I just need…” You experimentally try to jump back to the other children, but, just as you’d suspected, you can’t. When you try to jump to Five, however, you can wrinkle up the space.

“What can you get energy from?” Five asks.

“Living things,” you reply.

He grimaces. Those are pretty scarce around this time period. There might be some plants that could have survived, though, or some fish in a lake or an animal that had been in a cave when the actual apocalypse had hit or—

Five takes a deep breath. You’re here, with him now, and it doesn’t matter what the surroundings are. You can, quite literally, do anything; he knows that much. You’d found him, hadn’t you? You’d risked your life and sacrificed the rest of it just to find Five.

The thought of that makes Five’s stomach feel warm and fuzzy, like he’d swallowed a ball of yarn, and he ignores the way he feels like he’s falling down a flight of stairs when you flash a brilliant smile at him and hold out your hand.

“Come on,” you say. “I want to get back to working toilets as fast as I can.”

Five’s lost count of the days.

That’s not to say it’s been a long time since you’d come to the apocalypse to save him; actually, it’s only been a few days, but without a calendar things can get a little mixed up. It’s either been ten or eleven days since you appeared in Five’s makeshift home, inserting yourself into his schedule without a struggle. There hasn’t been a word of complaint about your surroundings, just small smiles you aim at the ground right after looking at Five.

With you here, Five doesn’t really care that he’s in the apocalypse and that everyone else is dead. He could be happy like this. Like you’d said, working toilets would make things more convenient, but really, all he needs is appropriate shelter, weather conditions, sufficient food, and you.

But if he’s being poetic, all he needs is you.

Five rests his chin on his hands, looking at your slumped form. You’re draped over his couch, books littered around the floor from you pushing them off. In the light wind, your hair flutters where it’s hanging over the couch’s edge.

You’d look peaceful if your eyes weren’t furrowed and if Five didn’t know that you like to be warm while you’re sleeping. Honestly, he’s beating himself up a bit for forgetting; you’ve probably been suffering in silence ever since you got to the apocalypse. You’d sacrificed everything for him, and Five can’t even provide a blanket for you? Pathetic.

You sneeze, loudly, and Five looks up sharply. You can’t be getting sick. He won’t allow it to happen. There’s no medicine in this post-apocalyptic world, and Five’s read many books about the old age when people died from common ailments like the cold because of the lack of medicine.

Your sneeze must have woken you, because you groan softly and stretch before opening your eyes and looking around blearily. “Five?” When he gets closer, he can see your limbs shaking.

“Yeah?” Five whispers, kneeling by you. God, he’s such an asshole. You’re shaking. You’ve probably shaken every night since you’d gotten here.

“Why are you still awake?” you mumble. “You need to sleep too, you know.”

Of course. While Five can operate pretty well on little to no sleep, you are a wreck. If you don’t get your full ten hours, you’re bitchy, cranky, and want to take a nap the entire day. You’re always telling Five to get sleep.

“Can’t,” Five says simply. He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t need to; that’s one of the good things about you. You don’t need further explanations or anything like that. You’re quiet when he’s quiet and loud when he’s loud.

You yawn.

“Go back to sleep,” Five whispers. He tries to stand up, intending to jump to multiple stores until he can find a blanket that will work, but your eyebrows furrow and you grab him with so much force that he tips forward onto the couch.

With a bit of maneuvering, the two of you can fit on it, but only pressed close together. Five shifts around just enough so his head is on one of the armrests, but his feet still hang a little ways over the end of the couch. He can still feel you shaking a little bit, so he wraps his arms around you and tries to hold you to him like he’ll be able to protect you from the wind (and, he’d like to think, the rest of the world too).

He won’t lie, it feels… nice. Going so long without any form of human contact was its own kind of torture. If it was anyone else, Five wouldn’t permit them to touch him, but he’s always let you do what you want.

“What was it like?” you whisper, burrowing your head into his neck. Five can feel every puff of your breath on his neck.

He barely hears your question. “Hmm?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier. What was it like?”

Five sighs. “It’s not your fault, Eight.” He rubs your back a few times. “I won’t lie, at first it was… peaceful. Don’t get me wrong, I was sad that there was no one else, especially when I saw… the bodies. And you know—” Five yawns. “You know how annoyed I got with everyone. So I guess I was relieved for the peace and quiet, but only for a little bit.”

You let out a little snore and Five chuckles. “Goodnight, Eight.” Without thinking, he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

He sleeps well for the first time since traveling through time.

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frnkieroismydaddy · 5 years

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Okay, so for the one-shot requests, how about something Ben/Klaus centric? (obviously platonic) Also lately I've found myself just picking a random word (an object, place, feeling) + a character, and somehow it turns into a one-shot. I don't know, maybe that will help you come up with more prompts for your writing, since you asked for them and all ^^

Okay, I wrote this! It might suck because I did it all in one day :D

Words: 1,251

Ben was hanging by his tentacles from a chandelier, waiting for Klaus. Smiling slightly, he heard the door open and saw his brother step through the doorway. Ben dropped down from the light. “Boo!”

Klaus screamed, dropping the ouija board he was holding. “Christ on a cracker!”

Laughing, Ben sat up. “You should’ve seen the look on your face! Oh my god…”

Stepping out from the chair she had been hiding behind, Vanya giggled. “That was hilarious, Ben.”

Klaus glared at his sibling, though he was smiling slightly. “I’m going to get revenge on both of you.”

Later that day when they were all supposed to go to bed, Klaus found all of his siblings in their bathroom, getting ready for bed. Smiling mischievously, he said, “I have a great ghost story for all of you.”

Luther rolled his eyes. “We need to go to bed.”

“Luther’s right,” Allison said quickly, always eager to agree with him.

“You mean Luther’s scared,” Diego said, scowling at both of them.

“I’m not scared!” Luther defended.

“Yes, you are!” Vanya, Ben, and Diego said in unison.

“No I’m not!” Luther glared at all of them.

“Then prove it. If you can stay for the ghost story then you’re not scared.” Klaus smiled evilly.

“Fine.” Luther refused to let anyone think he was scared of anything, which was part of his never ending mission to impress Reginald.

“Fabulous. Meet me in the attic.”

Ten minutes later, all of them were sitting in the attic with blankets, pillows and flashlights. Klaus had also brought his ouija board and was holding his flashlight under his face to add a scary effect. “The ghost story is about someone we know… the ghost of Number Five!” As he said this, a chair fell over. Vanya and Diego jumped.

Luther looked slightly shaken up. “Five’s not dead. He ran away. Dad- I mean, Hargreeves said he was dead so people wouldn’t try to find him.”

“Shut up, Luther. You’re not telling the story.” Diego said, glaring at him.

Klaus continued, “Three years ago, Five was killed in this very house. Reginald was annoyed at him and once Number Five had ran away, he hunted him down and-”

Luther interrupted him again. “That never happened.”

Everyone shushed him, even Allison.

“Let him tell the story!” Ben hissed.

“Anyways, after Reginald found him, he decided that he had to make sure the rest of the Umbrella Academy wouldn’t try to escape too.” Klaus held the ouija board close to his chest.

“He killed him?” Vanya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus nodded and everyone turned to look at Luther, absolutely sure he would contradict him, but he said nothing, apparently interested in the story.

“He tied up Five in this very attic,” Klaus whispered.

Diego grabbed Ben’s arm. Ben pushed him off, so he clung to Vanya instead.

Klaus smiled, pleased by the effect his story was having on his siblings. “He kept him here for weeks, slowly killing him.” A door creaked and slammed shut. All of them jumped. Diego was practically on Vanya’s lap, shaking slightly.

“Reginald, He, he wouldn’t do that,” Diego said, unsure of himself, his voice shaking even more than he was.

“Wouldn’t he?” Klaus asked, he laid his ouija board down. “Why don’t we ask Number Five?”

Ben was scared, much more than he was willing to admit, but he wasn’t going to avoid an excuse to scare Luther even more. The latter was looking around the dark attic nervously. “Hell yeah, we should,” Ben agreed.

Smiling, Klaus laid the planchette down on the board. When no one moved, he sighed. “Unless you’re all too scared…”

Luther, Allison and Ben instantly put two fingers on the planchette. Diego and Vanya hung back, looking nervous.

Laughing at Diego, Luther said, “Who’s scared now?”

Scowling, Diego put two fingers on as well. As part of their life long rivalry, he refused to seem less capable than his brother. “I’m not- not scared! Come on, Vanya.”

His sister shook her head, refusing to touch the ouija board.

Klaus put two fingers on the planchette. “If there are any spirits here tonight, give us a sign.” As he said this, it slowly move across the board to HELLO.

Allison gasped. “Who’s there?”

The planchette moved to the numbers and came to rest on the 5.

“Number Five?” Luther asked in a hushed voice.

Y-E-S. “I knew it!” Klaus said, excitedly.

“He really died?” Vanya squeaked.

“He must’ve. How did you die?” Ben asked.

R-E-G-I-N-A-L-D. “He killed you?” Luther asked, sounding genuinely terrified for the first time.

Y-E-S. Another chair fell over and Vanya let out a scream before Ben clapped a hand over her mouth. “Shut up, or we’ll be caught!”

Shaking slightly and scared senseless, Vanya apologized as she stared at the chair.

“This is ridiculous, He wouldn’t kill anyone, especially not Five.” Luther sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as the rest of them.

A light bulb fell from the ceiling, shattering inches from Luther. They all jumped.

“You made him mad!” Vanya exclaimed, clinging to Diego. “Now he’s going to eat us!”

“Ghosts don’t eat people, Vanya, don’t be ridiculous,” Klaus assured them, but he sounded slightly scared.

The wardrobe at the end of the room began to shake, the doorknobs rattling. They all stared at it, too scared to move.

“N-Number F-Five? Is, Is that you?” Diego asked, shaking almost as much as the wardrobe.

The wardrobe fell over with a loud crash that shook the attic floor. All of them jumped and Vanya and Allison let out strangled screams. The doors fell open and a mass of dark cloth fell out and rose into the air, revealing itself to be one of Number Five’s old Umbrella Academy uniforms.

“Five?” Allison in barely a whisper.

As the uniform floated towards them, furniture rose into the air. They all stared in horror as the uniform stopped, inches from Klaus. “Hey, Five, what’s up?” He said in a voice of eerie calm.

A chair floated over and stopped right next to Vanya. “Please don’t eat us.” She whispered. The chair fell and landed inches from her and she screamed, tears running down her face.

The rest of the furniture came crashing down around them and they all screamed. Allison clung to Luther, crying hard. Ben was shaking, his hoodie pulled over his head. Diego was holding one of his knives but his hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold it. Vanya was lying on the floor, refusing to move. Klaus was shaking slightly, covering his mouth with his hands.

The door burst open and the lights turned on. Reginald Hargreeves stormed in, followed by Grace. “What is the meaning of this? Number One, explain in five words or less.”

Luther looked up at him before throwing on Grace’s shoes. Ignoring her ruined shoes, Grace hugged him. “Oh poor thing, let’s get you to bed.” Luther nodded and he and Allison followed their mother out of the attic.

“Number Two?”

“D-dad, I- I mean Sir Monocle--”

“Too many words. Go to your room, Number Two. You too, Number Seven.”

Diego helped Vanya out of the attic, still shaking.

“Number Six?”

“Five tried to kill us,” Ben said, his voice muffled as he was hiding in his hoodie.

“Number Five? Number Four, what is he talking about?”

Klaus moved his hands away from his mouth, revealing his smile. “I got my revenge.”

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misssophiachase · 5 years

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if you're still taking song prompts for klaroline, how about shawn mendes "if i can't have you"?

Yesssss anon, love this song!

Singer/Songwriter Klaus Mikaelson can’t stop thinking about his ex-girlfriend and childhood best friend Caroline Forbes. His behavior leads his frustrated manager to take drastic action.

If I Can’t Have You

I can’t write one song that’s not about you

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

Her words still haunted him, even three months later.

Klaus had returned home to Los Angeles ready to throw himself into writing and determined to try and block out all distractions.

But then it started.

It wasn’t a matter of not writing, in fact he’d penned a whole album within six weeks. Klaus thought it was good. It was probably the most honest writing he’d ever done. Unfortunately his manager and record label didn’t agree. They even had the audacity to call him obsessive like some crazed stalker.

His insomnia was profound after that meeting. On one of those sleepless nights Klaus found himself in his expansive attic at 3am trawling through the numerous cardboard boxes – also known as his past - deciding that for some crazy reason revisiting his childhood would help kickstart the creative process.

It did at first, the multitude of photos acting as the perfect narration of his high school journey. Kol making goofy faces, Elijah staring at him in the background with disdain, Katherine flashing her bloomers mid-cheer at Homecoming much to Rebekah’s shock and Bonnie lazily reading Ulysses under her favourite tree.

Then he happened on the next picture. One he knew all too well. Caroline Forbes, his best friend and former girlfriend, dressed as a sexy nurse on Halloween and poking out her tongue. It had been her initial response when he’d asked her to give him mouth-to-mouth. Granted she did later, albeit after much persuasion.

God he loved her, he probably always would. He decided this revisiting of memory lane was a very bad idea and not at all going to help his current predicament.

It was at that point as the sun began to peek above the horizon he knew exactly what he had to do. Purge her memory including wiping their most recent conversation from his mind and then maybe he could write.

Easier said than done.

3 months earlier…

Can’t drink without thinkin’ about you

“Barman, another whiskey please?” He asked, shaking his glass for extra effect. He needed the liquid courage as everything was unfolding around him. Klaus had missed Boston and his family and best friends but having them come together all at once was slightly confronting.

Probably his fault for deciding to attend this wedding last minute. His last album had just gone platinum and rather than basking in his success Klaus was already anxious about how he was going to top it.

“Did you ever think our little Kol would get married?” Katherine’s arm was around his shoulder before he could process it completely. He still hated Katherine because she told Caroline he cried during ET when they were thirteen.

“No one ever thought he’d ever be mature enough to marry,” he joked. “But apparently Esther sent him off to Bonnie with care instructions.”

“Now those I would pay to see,” she teased. “You know seeing your brother married is almost as surprising as seeing his superstar big brother grace us with his presence.”

“It’s not like that Kat and you know it,” he replied gruffly. “But you did marry Elijah and take his grumpy ass off my hands so I won’t hold it against you.”

She poked out her tongue before replying. “If I was truly an evil sister-in-law I’d tell you just how good Elijah is in bed with his….”

“Yuck, seriously Kat,” he growled, hoping the dozen or so whiskeys he’d consumed wouldn’t make a repeat appearance. “You truly are the devil incarnate.”

“And just like that we’re back in high school again,” a soothing and familiar voice offered. “Stop playing with him Kitty Kat, he’s out of practice.”

“But it’s just so much fun,” she argued before sending him a knowing wink then gesturing in Caroline’s direction. So not obvious.

It was no secret that his siblings and most people in his hometown held out hope that the prom king and queen would live happily ever after. Unfortunately it wasn’t a realistic scenario, they’d grown apart not only in terms of distance.

“Always the diplomat, love,” he smiled, probably against his better judgment. He’d felt completely out of place but when she’d floated effortlessly down the aisle of the church in nude silk Klaus felt like he was home again.

“Have you met your family?”

“Touché,” he chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass and trying to ignore just how good she still smelled, a mixture of strawberries and freshly pouring rain. “If I get too drunk later, and forget to say, you truly are the perfect bridesmaid.”

“Why, because I know how to keep the peace between many competing egos? Your sister was especially difficult; anyone would think she was the bride.”

“Nothing ever changes around here,” he mused, not unfamiliar with his little sister’s antics. “No, it’s because you outshone them all, even the bride, just don’t tell Bonnie I said that.”

“So, I’m actually surprised you’re here. I was told you were too busy to come home for the wedding.” Klaus could sense the resentment in her voice.

“I moved a few things around.”

“Well, given it’s your own brother I’m glad you were able to be so flexible.”

“Wow, tell me what you really think, Caroline.”

“Fine, I will,” she offered, before taking a breath obviously about to give him a piece of her mind.

“It was a rhetorical statement,” he growled. “I don’t need a lecture, we’re not teenagers anymore.”

“Well, you could have fooled me,” she huffed. “I’m so proud of you and what you’re doing Klaus but coming back to visit your relatives shouldn’t be just an annual event.”

“I’m sure Esther, Kol, Elijah and Rebekah barely notice my absence, love.”

“You’d be surprised, Kol wasn’t his usual joking-self when he found out his big brother might not be at his wedding.”

“Well, I’m here now.”

“For how long for exactly?

“I, uh, leave tomorrow,” he faltered, his gaze now downcast his drink suddenly very interesting.

“Haven’t you just released your record? Surely they’d allow you some time off?”

“An artist’s work is never done.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” She asked, taking him by surprise and grazing his chin with her forefinger so his gaze returned to hers. Klaus suddenly felt dizzy and not just because of his alcohol consumption. “I really don’t know who you are anymore, Klaus.”

“I’m still me, sweetheart,” he bit back defensively, completely puzzled and annoyed at the same time. The hardest thing he’d ever done was leave Caroline Forbes.

“Well, how about staying and we can see if that’s true?”

“I’d love to, I would, but I really need to get back.” He pulled back his stool and left, worried that her hopeful expression might tempt him to stay and actually force him to have a real adult conversation about his feelings. Klaus really wasn’t ready for that.

Is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you?

“What is with you, mate?” His manager Enzo offered between songs in the recording studio. “When you went home I thought it would get you out of your funk.”

“Apparently not.”

“You are extremely talented Klaus and as your manager I’m here to support you even when you’re being a total wanker.”

“Wow, tell me what you really think. You’re like the male version of my sister, completely unapologetic and scathing.”

“Mmmm, not sure what I think about being compared to your sister but that’s why you hired me,” Enzo shot back. “You’ve only been able to write about one subject and while I don’t begrudge you a muse there needs to be some variety.”

“I’m trying, believe me,” he promised.

“Not well enough,” he shot back, gesturing to the studio door and signalling a come here gesture with his fingers.

“Excuse me?”

“I thought that bringing your biggest distraction here might help.”

“My biggest distraction,” Klaus murmured, his brain working quickly to work out just what he meant. “You didn’t?”

“Well, how was I supposed to lift the spell?”

“You realise having her here will work in the complete opposite way, St John,” Klaus mumbled thinking, not for the first time, his manager wasn’t the smartest person.

“Calm down princess, she’s here to beat it out of you. Genius right?”

“What the hell Enzo? She has a really sharp tongue and a mean right hook.”

“Perfect then,” He wasn’t sure what this was until she appeared behind the glass wall in the studio looking even more beautiful than Klaus remembered. “And by the way, it took a lot to get her here given she thinks you’re an arrogant ass. Her words, not mine.”

“I get it Enzo, you are the best manager ever,” he groaned sarcastically. “Any chance we can talk in private?”

They all seemed to scatter, mostly scared that shouting would ensue and Caroline’s famed right hook might be put to the test.

“You are an arrogant ass,” she offered, propping her feet up on the desk and eyeing him through the glass. “I only say that because I worry about those poor fans of yours who should know better.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, love.”

“So, why the writer’s block exactly?”

“Straight to the point I see.”

“Well, some people have lives to save, Mikaelson,” she cocked her head slightly to the left, making Klaus lose all concentration momentarily.

“I’m fairly certain the night you decided to dress as a nurse for Halloween your future vocation was secured and given your caring nature it’s perfect,” he smiled knowingly. “Although I hope your outfit at Mass General isn’t as skimpy as the original version.”

“Why would that be so bad?”

“I’m thinking about heart attacks for the most part but not gonna lie it also makes me extremely jealous. Call me a caveman but I always hoped that outfit was for my eyes only.”

“And if it was?” She was now leaning closer towards the glass, her blue eyes seeking out his curiously.

“I saw that picture the other day,” he replied huskily. “You were in that same costume poking your tongue out at the camera. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so happy.”

“Funny that, I felt the same way. I’ll never forget your fireman suit, even if you were scared of fire.”

“Kol thought it would be a good choice.”

“And that says it all,” she laughed. “So, what exactly am I here for, Mikaelson? What’s this distraction you can’t shake?”

“Well, I have one huge stumbling block,” he admitted sheepishly. “It’s you.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t stop thinking or writing about you,” he admitted, his eyes finding hers through the glass and secretly hoping that telling the truth would somehow free him.

She was silent for the most part obviously processing his confession and weighing up whether or not to shout or kick his ass.

“My manager likes my songs but apparently pining after one person isn’t all that attractive to the general public,” he murmured.

“You don’t act like that at all,” she answered, “in fact you can barely bring yourself to visit Boston because you’re just too busy for your family and…”

“You’re the reason.”

“I’m sorry?”

“No I’m sorry,” he reiterated. “I’ve always loved you Caroline, probably since Katherine told you I cried during ET at Lucien’s party in the seventh grade, which by the way I so didn’t.”

“Now I feel like I’ve really been transported back in time,” she murmured.

“I was setting the scene,” he explained, moving closer and placing his hand on the glass just near her lips. “When you and I broke out those turkeys on old man Johnson’s farm prior to Thanksgiving because you decided being vegetarian was a great idea.”

“And it was.”

“For a day,” he grinned, “but I’m sure those turkeys we freed will always be thankful for your generosity.”

“You only liked it because we made out in the field afterwards.”

“Well, I am only human you know, love,” he joked, poking his tongue out through the glass. “But it was when you were named Queen at prom I honestly thought we’d be together forever.”

“But life had a way of intervening,” she murmured, her eyes dipping. “And I don’t regret that for a moment because I’m so proud of you Klaus…”

“But you just don’t know who I am anymore?” He recited, those words he knew so well that had killed him.

“Well, yes. You didn’t want anything to do with Boston, with your friends and family, with me.”

“I didn’t want to come home because of you, Caroline,” he admitted. “It was idiotic but the thought of seeing you in general but also happy with someone else was enough to stay away. I guess my family were collateral damage which wasn’t fair either.”

“Wow, he finally comes clean,” she teased. “I don’t want to stroke your ego but now you’ve admitted your undying love I could certainly help this writer’s block.”

“How, exactly?” Klaus asked, cocking his left eyebrow.

“How in the hell do I get in there?” She insisted, running her hands over the glass repeatedly.

“I have a weird feeling my sadistic manager thinks it would be fun to keep us apart to further the creative process.”

“We can kill him right?”

“Oh yeah, but it doesn’t mean we can’t have fun either,” he smiled. “In fact I have this great melody I’d like you to hear.”

It was at that point Klaus Mikaelson’s track “If I Can’t Have You” made its way to the top of the charts and given all his success he took some much needed time off with his finance and family in Boston.

#if i can't have you #klaroline drabbles #thanks anon #klaroline #misssophiachase #love this song #great prompt

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