Very Demure | ACOTAR X Witch Reader

Very Demure | ACOTAR x Witch Reader

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[season of the witch masterlist]

warnings: none

a/n: The aftermath of the "very mindful, very cutesy, very demure" trend from tiktok. These are drabbles and include Az, Cas & Eris. But Az's is probably the longest at 1K words and no longer a drabble lol, Cas's is 700 and Eris's is 850.

moon divider by @tsunami-of-tears <3

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Azriel x Green Witch

The scent of earth and herbs filled the air as you approached your patch of snapdragons, their vibrant green stems standing tall but flowerless. Kneeling beside them, you set down the small, ceramic watering can filled to the brim with moon water and reach out to touch the leaves, your fingers trailing over them as delicately as the breeze. 

“Good morning, my little ones,” you murmured. "How are you feeling today?"

Your garden came to life, the plants surrounding you swaying slightly in response. All, except for the shy yet stubborn snapdragons.

You frowned. 

“The soil is rich and I’ve kept the pests at bay. I’ve planted you where the sun is bright and the air is cool. Very thoughtful of me, isn’t it?”

The snapdragons still did not respond.

With a sigh, you began to water them. Snapdragons were native to Autumn and thrived during the cooler months. From what you read, these flowers had a personality of their own and despite being named after the brazen beasts that soared in the skies, they were demure.

You knew it would be difficult to get them to bloom here in the Night Court but as the Autumn season approached, you were determined to grow them yourself. Their seeds could be used to make healing oils and if the stubborn flowers favored you, they would grace you with their small but mighty fire breath that you could use to make a warming potion.

“See how I’m not overwatering you? Very mindful.” You continued, setting the watering can back down, using the oldest trick in the book. Like calls to like and if you could show the flowers that you could be like them, perhaps they’d bless you by blossoming. 

“I’m not doing too much. Very demure."

You smiled fondly at them, knowing they were listening. "I understand that a beauty like yours cannot be rushed. But know that I am waiting to see your colors, to feel the warmth you bring.”

As if finally acknowledging your presence, one snapdragon in particular—a tiny bud, the smallest of them all—quivered ever so slightly. You leaned closer, your heart swelling with hope when a shadow came over you.

You rose to your feet, brushing at the dirt on your skirts as you turned around. The corners of your mouth curved upward, your heart fluttering with that familiar, gentle tug deep within your chest—the unmistakable pull of his presence.

“Azriel.” You greeted as his familiar form emerged from the shadows.

His wings shuddered, his shadows dispersing like ink in water, revealing him before they settled at his feet. As always, a few of the inky tendrils reached out to you, caressing your skin with their smooth, cool touch. One, more daring than the others, wrapped itself around your arm and nestled there, refusing to let go.

“Looks like someone missed me.” You laughed.

“I missed you more.” Azriel grinned, taking a step forward.

He reached out, his hand brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek. You gasped at the chill of his skin, your brows knitting together in concern as you clasped his hand between your own. “Cauldron above, you’re freezing!”

You reached for his other hand, gathering both of his scarred hands into your warm grasp. The rough texture of his skin contrasted sharply with the softness of your touch, and your heart ached at the thought of him enduring such cold, worried it’d bring him more pain.

“I’m used to it,” Azriel murmured, his tone dismissive as he shrugged off your concern. “Illyria’s temperatures have always been brutal.”

But you couldn’t shake the worry. Azriel tried to pull his hands away, but you held on tighter, green magic swirling around his fingers, gently massaging the ridged scars. His right wing twitched under your fussing, and you brought his hands to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the backs of each one. 

Your lips against his skin felt like a soothing balm, and he could feel warmth spreading from his hands up to his neck, making his breath hitch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be able to brew a potion that will keep you warm at all times soon.”

“It’s okay, don’t trouble yourself. I can handle a little cold every now and then,” he replied, trying to downplay the discomfort, but you frowned up at him.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

You released his hands, the warmth of your magic still wrapped around him. The idea of a warming potion was tempting, but Azriel knew how overwhelmed you were with requests from other fae in need. He could wait—there were others who needed you more. Yet, when he looked into your eyes, filled with such fierce affection and determination, he knew he wouldn’t win this argument.

Azriel’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” he murmured.

You grinned up at him, your eyes sparkling. “Very demure.”

“What?” He asked, puzzled by your teasing tone.

Before you could respond, a gentle breeze brushed past, drawing your attention back to the patch of snapdragons. Azriel followed your gaze, his hazel eyes curious. The small bud that had been trembling moments before began to unfurl, its petals peeling back like layers of silk. Your breath caught in your throat as the snapdragon revealed itself in all its glory—a vibrant bloom of deep crimson, its edges kissed with gold.

"There you are," you breathed, your voice filled with wonder. "Oh, you are magnificent."

The bloom seemed to bask in your praise, its petals resembling a dragon’s mouth opening wide. A small cloud of smoke puffed from the center, followed by a gentle hiss, and then, with a tiny roar, the snapdragon emitted a small burst of fire. Instinctively, Azriel’s arms tightened around you, but you placed a calming hand on his chest.

“I knew you could do it,” you said to the flower, your heart swelling with pride and joy.

Cassian x Love Witch

Cassian dropped his toast, eyes widening as you walked into the kitchen, humming softly to yourself. The tune was light, almost suspiciously nonchalant, but it was your outfit that truly caught him off guard. He swallowed the food in his mouth, clearing his throat as he tried to process what he was seeing. 

“What are you wearing?”

“Good morning to you too,” you replied with a sweet smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek before gliding past him to the steaming cup of coffee waiting for you.

Cassian blinked, still in disbelief. “What are you wearing?” he repeated.  Your usual vibrant pinks were replaced by muted tones—dark navy pants, a soft beige top, and matching flats. The only hint of pink was in the pearl earrings dangling from your ears, and even those were a subtle shade, almost blending in.

Cassian could count on one hand the number of times you’d worn anything other than your signature bright pinks. One of them being your wedding day, where you wore a beautiful white dress but even then, your platform heels were a bold hot pink.

“Clothes.” You answered simply, leaning against the kitchen counter to face him.

“I see that…,” Cassian exhaled, blinking as if trying to wake from a strange dream. But this was real, and it was slightly unsettling. “But why?”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes as you sipped your coffee. “Are you asking me why I’m wearing clothes?”

“Sweetheart, you know exactly what I’m asking.”

You sighed, the lightheartedness fading from your eyes as you wrapped your arms around yourself, a gesture that sent a ripple of unease through him. “I’m going to try and be a little more… demure.”

“What?”

“Try and be a little more demure.” You repeated.

“Demure,” Cassian chuckled. At the sight of your lips curving down into a frown, all amusement drained from Cassian’s face and his heart tightened. “Oh, you were serious?”

When you remained silent, Cassian stood, concern replacing his earlier confusion. He closed the distance between you, his large hand gently lifting your chin, coaxing your gaze to meet his. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you replied honestly, though there was a hint of uncertainty in your voice. “It’s just… I overheard some fae at Rita’s talking about this trend. To not do too much, to be more subtle, to be demure.”

Cassian’s brow furrowed as he studied you, a small, tender smile forming on his lips. “Sweetheart, you are anything but demure.”

Your glare was immediate, but it was more a pout than anything, and Cassian couldn’t help the fondness that swelled in his chest. “I can be anything I want to be,” you retorted.

“Yes,” he agreed, his thumb caressing your cheek in a way that sent a shiver of warmth down your spine. “But I just want you to be you.”

His words hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the love he had for the vibrant, unapologetically you. When you didn’t respond, Cassian leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering as if willing you to let go of whatever doubt had crept into your heart. 

Slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and with it, the glamour over your clothes faded away. Gone were the muted colors, replaced by the vivid shades of pink that Cassian adored—the colors that were as much a part of you as your laughter and your light.

Because when have you ever given in to trends? You, who shone like a beacon of color in a world that could be so gray, had always embraced who you were without hesitation. The opinions of others rarely fazed you, but sometimes, even you needed a reminder and Cassian was more than glad to do it for you.

“There she is,” he murmured, giving your cheek another kiss before pulling you into his arms. “My bright, shining star.”

You melted into his embrace, a contented sigh escaping your lips as your hands trailed up his back, reveling in the solid strength beneath his shirt. “Your hugs are the best,” you whispered, nuzzling into his warmth.

"They are?"

His arms tightened around you, the familiar scent of him wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

“Mm, you feel so strong. Makes me feel so…demure.”

Eris x Chaos Witch

The kitchen was nearly empty, the scent of cooked herbs and roasted meats still lingering in the air. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the stone walls, making the space feel both vast and suffocating. The cooks had long since retired, and only a few servants remained, their weary faces reflecting the strain of another long day in the Forest House.

The High Lord was away, leaving the Lady of Autumn and her sons that lived here to tend to. The noble lords and advisors who usually filled these halls were absent tonight, choosing to attend dinner only when Beron himself was present or if they were invited by Eris. It should have made the evening easier to endure, but one sharp comment from Reed had nearly shattered the delicate guise you'd worked so hard to maintain.

You felt Eris’s presence before he even crossed the threshold. A strange sensation creeping up your ribcage–like a warning. 

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the marble edge of the counter, the cold stone grounding you. A deep breath—one that burned your lungs—did little to quell the storm raging within. The servants, sensing the tension crackling in the air, quickly scattered, their hurried footsteps echoing off the walls.

His eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, were now sharp and assessing. The fiery red of his hair seemed to glow in the dim light, a stark contrast to the shadows that danced across his angular features. He was close now, the heat of his body a reminder of the power he wielded—not just over flame, but over this entire court and perhaps, even over you…

Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to stir the darkness that lived inside you awake. That sinister and wicked side of you. The one that nearly slipped when Reed–

“That wasn’t very demure of you.”

Eris's tone was light and teasing, but beneath it lay a dark edge. 

Demure. 

The very epitome of the Autumn Court, reserved specifically for the fae females. A female was meant to be modest and reserved. Gentle and feminine. Quiet and docile. Dressed in muted Autumn colored dresses that left little to no skin exposed, allowing one to blend within backgrounds. 

Never drawing attention to herself.

It was what you forced yourself to be. A demure, young fae that worked in the kitchens of the great Autumn estate, serving the dignified and vehement Vanserras. More like vain Vanserras…

But tonight, the quiet, demure, and soft-spoken facade nearly cracked, allowing the fierce, raging beast that lurked within to claw its way to the surface.

Eris was angry and he had every right to be. The weight of your secret hung heavily between you, a volatile force that threatened to consume everything if unleashed. However, you’d be damned if you’d let him know you were ever in agreement.

“The depth of my concern could not be further shallowed.” You replied sharply with a glare.

Eris took another step forward, gaze dropping briefly before lifting back up to meet yours. His lips curled up into a sneer.  “Drop the knife.”

You clenched your hands and it was only then that you realized in the midst of your turmoil, you had picked up one of the knives on the counter, its sharp edge pointed at Eris. 

“Drop the attitude first.”

A muscle feathered in his jaw and the fire in his eyes burned brighter. Strong and powerful magic surged through you but the blood that coursed through your veins was no different than any commoner’s. And you knew it irked him to be spoken in such a way by a common fae.

“I can kill you, you know,” he said casually, one hand reaching out for yours–the one that held the knife. He forced your hand down. “Save myself from all the trouble you bring…”

“Death does not frighten me.” You reminded him just as casually.

Eris’s eyes softened for a moment, a flicker of something you could not discern sparking in his amber gaze. But it was fleeting, replaced quickly by the calculating gaze of a future High Lord, one who was currently navigating a treacherous game. Much to his dismay, he needed you if he wanted a chance at winning. Just as much as you needed him…

He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. He wanted you to tremble before him, to fear him.  “Then, I will deny you death until you beg me on your knees for it.”

Your hand tensed against the knife you still held and Eris, whose hand still remained over yours, grew hot. Flames danced from his fingertips, heating against your skin. It was a fleeting kiss of heat that sent a sharp, tingling sensation coursing through your skin but not hot enough to burn. Not yet. 

“Do you think about that image a lot? Of me on my knees?”

Eris’s hand left yours. A wave of relief washed over you and you resisted the urge to cradle your hand to your chest. 

He took a step back, amber eyes sweeping over you with a slow, deliberate gaze. “It would suit you.”

“Keep dreaming, Vanserra.”

Eris's chuckle broke the silence, but it was a hollow sound, stripped of any true amusement. His eyes continued to bore into you with a searing intensity. "For both our sakes," he warned, his voice low and edged with a dangerous calm, "see that it doesn’t happen again."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing ominously. You stood alone, the lingering tension from his presence intertwining with your own growing anxiety.

With every beat of your heart, the darkness seemed to creep closer, and the storm of chaos you fought to contain felt ever more on the verge of breaking free.

a/n: When thinking about the demure trend, my mind had drifted to how each witch would be. Green witch gives off the most "demure" vibes. Then, I saw a tiktok resurfacing a clip from The Nanny of Fran saying she wants to be demure and it made me think of Love witch.

Chaos witch knows she's not demure, even though she has to pretend to be. I might actually use that scene between them in a one shot. It's hard writing short stuff for Eris & Chaos when I haven't written the prologue/introduction. I hope it's not confusing to follow along. For now, all you have to know is that they have their separate goals but must reluctantly work together if they want to see them come to light.

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Vendetta - Masterlist

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Chapters: 20/20

Warning: NSFW, dark elements, language, alcohol, drugs, violence, blood, noncon (?), murder, smut, angst, fluff and more… This story is for readers 18+

Summary: Years ago, Mad Man Attila broke the piece between the Foxes, Wolves and Starks. After his wife died, Attila became a vulnerable man. Hydra used him to break the New York alliance and start a war. Before the inevitable could happen, Attila was poisoned. He ended up on his death bed. That was when the family and the business inherited one of his children – the one he quietly prepared for this role. With the new head of the Fox family come revelations neither of the Wolves and Starks expected.  

Autor’s note: I would like to say something about Y/N (the reader) - it is a female reader, and she has a family name (for story purposes). Also, Y/N went through a transformation - from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan. However, I don’t describe too much of her physique (or I really, really tried). I tried to be as inclusive as possible. If not, please, let me know.

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Klaus Mikaelson////The Sweetest Rivalry

Anonymous request: can you write enemies to lovers for Klaus Mikaelson I don’t have any ideas.

You stepped out of your house, only to find Klaus Mikaelson leaning casually against his sleek black car, parked right at the curb. The early evening sun cast long shadows, and Klaus, of course, looked like he belonged in a magazine rather than on your quiet street.

He flashed you a grin as you approached. "Well, there’s my favorite Salvatore sibling."

You stopped short, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly unimpressed. "And you’re my least favorite Mikaelson sibling."

Klaus chuckled, unfazed by your cold reception. "Ain’t you a sweetheart, love."

You rolled your eyes, a mix of irritation and amusement. "What do you want, Klaus? I’m kind of busy."

Klaus pushed off the car and strolled over to you, his presence commanding as always. "Just thought I’d drop by and see what you were up to. Maybe take you for a spin unless, of course, you’re too busy plotting my family’s demise with your brothers and friends."

You huffed, shaking your head. "Actually, I’m here, hanging out with you, while my brothers and friends are probably wondering where I am. They’re likely scheming right now, thinking I’m with them."

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID it was Damon. But before you could answer, Klaus smoothly reached out and plucked the phone from your hand, hitting the red button to decline the call.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. “Seriously, Klaus? What the hell?”

Klaus just smiled, slipping the phone into his pocket. "Sorry, love, but I want your attention."

You glared at him, hands on your hips. "You do realize that could have been important, right?"

Klaus shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. "More important than spending time with me? I highly doubt that."

You stepped closer, your annoyance mixing with a reluctant amusement. "You’re insufferable, you know that?"

He smirked, leaning in just slightly. "And yet, here you are, choosing to spend time with me instead of your scheming brothers."

You opened your mouth to argue but found yourself at a loss for words. He wasn’t wrong. Against your better judgment, you’d been drawn to him more and more lately. You huffed, finally shaking your head in defeat. “Fine, but you’re buying dinner.”

Klaus’s smirk softened into something almost genuine as he pulled open the car door for you, "As you wish, love."

You slid into the passenger seat, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the smile that tugged at your ips. Despite everything, Klaus Mikaelson had somehow become… important to you. And as much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t entirely mind.

As He drove through the winding streets of the city, the tension between him and you began to ease. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the soft glow of streetlights outside created a surprisingly tranquil atmosphere.

You glanced at him, who had his eyes on the road, a focused expression on his face. “So, where are we headed?”

He shot you a sideways glance, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ah, that’s for me to know and you to find out. I thought we could try something new. Besides, you owe me a little mystery after making me wait outside your house.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Fine, but if this place turns out to be a dungeon or something, I’m holding you responsible.”

He chuckled. “I assure you, love, the only thing you’ll need to worry about is how to enjoy yourself.”

He drove through a series of upscale neighborhoods before finally pulling up outside an elegant, low-lit restaurant. The place had a cozy, intimate feel, with soft music playing in the background and a view of the city skyline through large windows.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Okay, I’ll admit it, this is nice.”

He grinned as he stepped out of the car and opened the door for you. “I do have a flair for the dramatic.”

You and he walked inside, and he led you to a private booth near the back. The dim lighting and plush seating made for a perfect setting. As you and him settled in, he gestured for a waiter and ordered a bottle of wine with an air of confidence.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?”

He leaned back, his gaze fixed on you. “I like to make things memorable. Especially when I’m spending time with someone as intriguing as you.”

You tried to ignore the flutter of butterflies in your tomach at his compliment. “So, what’s this really about, Klaus? Why the sudden interest in hanging out with me?”

His expression grew serious, and he leaned forward. “I’m genuinely curious about you, Y/n. Despite all our bickering and the constant tension, there’s something about you that pulls me in.”

You studied him, trying to read his intentions. “You’re not just trying to win me over to make things easier with my brothers, are you?”

Klaus shook his head slowly. “No, love. It’s not about them. It’s about us. I’ve seen a side of you that’s far more complex and compelling than just being another Salvatore.”

Before you could respond, the waiter arrived with your wine, and He poured them both a glass. The conversation shifted to lighter topics as you and him enjoyed the meal, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Klaus was being more sincere than usual.

By the time you and Klaus finished, you found yourself relaxed and unexpectedly content. The night had been surprisingly pleasant, and you realized that despite the complications and the bickering, you genuinely enjoyed Klaus’s company.

As you both walked back to the car, Klaus opened the door for you again, and you slipped into the passenger seat.

“Thank you for tonight,” you said, your voice softening. “It was… nice.”

Klaus’s eyes softened as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time, I won’t have to use such elaborate tactics to get you out of the house.”

You laughed lightly, the sound feeling natural and carefree. “Don’t count on it, Klaus. But I’ll admit, you’re starting to grow on me.”

His smile was genuine as he started the car. “I’ll take that as a win.”

As you and him drove off into the night, the city lights twinkling around you both, you couldn’t help but wonder what other unexpected moments awaited you with Klaus Mikaelson.

The next morning, the Mikaelson siblings gathered for breakfast at the mansion. Klaus, who had been unusually cheerful all week, was in high spirits, which did not go unnoticed.

Rebekah, pouring herself a cup of coffee, couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Niklaus, you seem particularly happy these days. Is there something you’d like to share with us?”

Klaus, with a contented smile, replied, “Ah, well, it’s simply been a pleasant week.”

Elijah, setting down his newspaper, looked up with interest. “Pleasant? Is there a particular reason for this improvement in your mood?”

Klaus’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Yes, I’ve been spending quite a bit of time with Y/n Salvatore. Her company has been most enjoyable.”

Kol, who had been listening with a smirk, leaned forward. “Y/n Salvatore, huh? That’s a nice change. You’ve seemed genuinely happy.”

Rebekah’s face brightened with a smile. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you this content.”

Elijah nodded, his tone warm. “Yes, it’s good to see you in such high spirits. If Y/n is the reason for your happiness, then she must be quite special.”

Klaus’s smile grew. “She is. Spending time with her has been surprisingly refreshing.”

Kol grinned, clearly pleased. “It’s nice to see you genuinely happy for a change. You deserve it, Niklaus.”

Rebekah added, her voice full of warmth, “We’re happy for you, Niklaus. It’s important to have something or someone that brings you joy.”

Klaus looked at his siblings, touched by their support. “Thank you. It means a lot to know you’re happy for me.”

Rebekah raised her cup in a toast. “To new beginnings and finding happiness.”

Klaus lifted his own cup in response, his eyes reflecting gratitude and contentment. “To finding joy in unexpected places.”

As they continued their breakfast, the atmosphere was filled with genuine warmth and support. Klaus felt a renewed sense of optimism, bolstered by his siblings’ encouragement.

Matt, clearly agitated, was the first to speak. “So, I hear you’ve been spending a lot of time with Klaus Mikaelson lately. Is that true?”

You sat on the edge of the sofa, nodded. “Yes, I have. We’ve been hanging out more, and he’s been… pleasant to be around.”

Tyler, pacing back and forth, frowned. “Pleasant? Are you serious? He’s one of the most dangerous vampires around. We can’t just ignore that.”

Bonnie, looking concerned, chimed in, “I get that he’s been friendly with you, but you have to be cautious. His family is notorious for causing trouble. It’s only a matter of time before they stir up something serious.”

Elena, sitting beside Bonnie, added, “You know we’re worried about you. We’ve seen what the Mikaelsons are capable of. We don’t want you getting hurt.”

Your expression hardened. “I understand your concerns, but Klaus has been different lately. He’s not the same as he used to be. And besides, he’s not the only one causing trouble. We all have our own issues to deal with.”

Damon, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, interjected, “It’s not just about Klaus. It’s about the whole Mikaelson family. You hanging out with him could bring them all down on us. They don’t exactly have a track record for playing nice.”

Her brothers, particularly Stefan, exchanged worried glances. “We’re not saying you can’t see him,” Stefan said carefully, “but you need to be aware of the risks. We can’t let our guard down just because he’s being charming.”

You sighed, your frustration evident. “I get that you’re all trying to protect me, but this is my decision. Klaus has been nothing but respectful and kind to me. I don’t think he’s going to cause trouble, at least not for me.”

Caroline, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. “We just want you to be safe. It’s not that we don’t trust your judgment, but Klaus’s history makes it hard for us to believe he’s changed that much.”

Your eyes flashed with determination. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m not going to cut him out of my life based on his past alone. He’s made an effort to show that he’s different now. I need to trust my own instincts.”

Elena sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “We’re just looking out for you. We hope you’re right about Klaus, but please be careful.”

You nodded, your resolve firm. “I will. But I need you all to respect my decision. I’m not going to let fear dictate my choices.”

As the discussion continued, it was clear that while you were resolute in your decision to spend time with Klaus, your friends and brothers remained deeply concerned about the potential consequences. The tension in the room underscored the delicate balance you had to maintain between your personal choices and the safety of those you cared about.

The next day, Klaus and you decided to spend some time together at a quaint café in town. The atmosphere was relaxed, and you and him were enjoying a leisurely brunch, the conversation flowing easily.

He, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin, looked across the table at you. “So love, tell me, do I still hold the title of your least favorite Mikaelson sibling?”

You stirred your coffee and glancing at him with a smirk, replied, “Are you seriously asking me that again? I thought you knew where you stand.”

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, I’m just curious if my efforts to win you over have made any difference.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Efforts, huh? Is this your way of trying to be charming?”

“Perhaps,” he said, his tone teasing. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if my reputation precedes me, even when I’m on my best behavior.”

You shook your head, your smile widening. “Well, you’re certainly making an effort. I’ll give you that.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice playful. “So, have I moved up in the rankings at all? Or am I still stuck at the bottom?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’ve definitely improved. I wouldn’t say you’re my least favorite Mikaelson anymore. You might even be… tolerable.”

Klaus’s broadened, clearly pleased with your response. “Tolerable? That’s high praise coming from you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your amusement. “Don’t get too excited. It’s still a work in progress.”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression one of mock disappointment. “A work in progress, you say? I’ll have to work harder then.”

You raised your cup in a mock toast. “To your continued efforts and our ever-evolving dynamic.”

Klaus clinked his cup with yours, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “To new beginnings and to proving myself as more than just the ‘least favorite’ Mikaelson.”

As you and him continued the lighthearted conversation, it was clear that despite the teasing, there was a genuine connection growing between you and him. The playful banter was a testament to the evolving relationship, and Klaus’s efforts were slowly but surely making an impact.

As the conversation continued, your playful side emerged. You leaned forward with a mischievous glint in your eyes . “You know, now that you mention it, I’ve been thinking about your siblings.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what about my siblings, love?”

You grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. “Well, I have to say, Rebekah is actually my favorite Mikaelson sibling.”

Klaus’s eyes widened in mock shock. “Is that so, love? My sister, Rebekah, is your favorite? And here I thought I was making such progress.”

You laughed, clearly enjoying his reaction. “Yeah, she’s always been quite lovely and charming. I’m not sure if you’ll ever be able to compete with her.”

Klaus’s expression shifted from mock indignation to a more genuine smile. “Rebekah does have a way of winning people over. But don’t count me out just yet, love. I’m determined to improve my standing.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Well, you’ve definitely made it to ‘tolerable,’ which is quite an achievement. But it looks like Rebekah still holds the top spot.”

He leaned in closer, a playful smirk on his face. “I suppose I’ll just have to work harder to change your mind, love. Consider this a challenge.”

Your eyes twinkled with amusement as you raised your cup in a toast. “To friendly competition and evolving favorites.”

He clinked his cup with yours, his expression a mix of determination and amusement. “To proving that I can be more than just the least favorite Mikaelson, love.”

As Klaus and you continued the playful banter, it was evident that your relationship was growing more dynamic and engaging. The teasing and lighthearted moments were bringing you and him closer together, and he was clearly motivated to show you a different side of himself.

As you and him finished the brunch, Klaus and you lingered over coffee, the conversation still light-hearted and filled with laughter. He, clearly enjoying the playful exchange, suddenly adopted a mock-serious expression.

“Speaking of favorites, love,” he began, leaning closer with a dramatic sigh, “I suppose I should have a word with my sister,. It seems she’s stolen my thunder.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what do you plan to say to her?”

He put on an exaggerated pout, crossing his arms. “I’m thinking something along the lines of, ‘Dear Rebekah, I’ve been trying so hard to be charming and win over your favorite status, and here you are, making it impossible.’”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re really going all out with this.”

He grinned. “Well, love, if I’m to be dethroned by my own sister, I might as well give her a proper scolding.”

He leaned back with a playful huff. “It’s not fair, you know. I put in all this effort, and she just swoops in with her effortless charm.”

You chuckled, enjoying his antics. “I’m sure she’ll be flattered to know she’s your top competition.”

He winked at you, his expression softening as he said, “Just remember, love, while Rebekah might hold the top spot, I’m not giving up so easily.”

You smiled, your amusement evident. “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe I’ll have to balance out my favorites list after all.”

As you and Klaus prepared to leave the café, his playful demeanor continued. He gave a mock-serious nod. “Well then, off I go to have a little chat with Rebekah. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

You laughed, watching as Klaus made a dramatic exit, his playful pretense leaving you in good spirits. The light-hearted banter between you and him had added another enjoyable layer to the growing connection.

Later that day, Klaus made his way to Rebekah, a determined yet playful glint in his eye. He was still in the mood for his mock-serious “chat” with his sister. Rebekah, who was busy arranging some fresh flowers in a vase, looked up as Klaus entered.

“Rebekah,” Klaus began, feigning a serious tone, “we need to talk.”

Rebekah glanced up, a smirk playing at her lips. “Oh? What’s this about, Nik?”

He walked over, dramatically plopping himself onto the couch. “It seems I’ve been informed that my efforts to be your favorite sibling have been in vain.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that so? And who might have informed you of this grave injustice?”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, just a beautiful little birdie I’ve been spending time with lately. Apparently, you’ve stolen the title with your effortless charm.”

Rebekah’s smirk widened into a full smile. “Well, I suppose I should be flattered. But I didn’t realize you were so invested in this sibling rivalry.”

Klaus leaned forward, his tone mockingly earnest. “It’s a matter of principle, sister . I’ve been putting in the effort, being charming and pleasant, and yet here you are, effortlessly winning hearts.”

She laughed, clearly enjoying her brother’s antics. “Nik, I had no idea you were so competitive. But if it’s any consolation, I’m sure you’re still a favorite in your own right.”

He sighed dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. “Ah, my dear sister, your words are as soothing as ever. But I must admit, I’m rather disappointed.”

She walked over and sat next to him, her expression softening. “You know, Nik, it’s not about who’s the favorite. It’s about being there for each other, no matter what.”

Klaus’s expression softened as he looked at her. “True enough. I suppose I should be grateful for your unwavering support, even if you’re stealing the spotlight.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, her tone warm. “And I should be grateful for your efforts to be charming. It’s not often we get to have these moments.”

He grinned, clearly pleased with the exchange. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to accept my position with grace. But don’t think this is the end of our little rivalry.”

She laughed, giving him a playful nudge. “I wouldn’t dream of it. Now, let’s see if you can keep up with my effortless charm.”

As Klaus and Rebekah continued their banter, it was clear that their sibling dynamic was as strong and playful as ever. Despite his earlier mock-seriousness, he was clearly content with the lighthearted exchange, and the bond between them remained as unshakable as ever.

As Klaus and Rebekah were finishing their playful conversation in the grand living room of the mansion, the door opened, and Elijah and Kol strolled in, both curious about what was going on.

Kol, always quick with a quip, immediately chimed in. “What about us, then? Surely you haven’t forgotten about your other siblings.”

Klaus turned to him with a smirk. “She hasn’t said anything about you two, but you’re probably with me, Kol.”

Kol grinned, clearly amused. “Wow, that darling. So, we’re all vying for the top spot, are we?”

Klaus feigned jealousy, putting on a mock-pout. “That’s Y/n for the three of you,” he said, meaningfully. “But just so we’re clear, no one’s giving her nicknames but me.”

Kol’s smirk only grew wider. “Ah, I see. The pet names are reserved for you alone, Niklaus? How very possessive of you.”

Elijah, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward with a knowing smile. “Yes, but for Klaus, it’s always ‘love,’ isn’t it?”

Klaus shrugged with mock modesty, trying to keep up the charade. “Well, someone has to stand out, and ‘love’ does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Rebekah chuckled, shaking her head at her brothers’ antics. “You lot are impossible.”

Klaus shot them a playful glare. “Just remember, brothers, she might be fond of all of you, but when it comes to pet names, I’m the only one allowed.”

Kol raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. ‘Love’ it is then, Klaus. But don’t be too surprised if we find our own ways to charm her.”

Elijah’s smirk deepened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Indeed, but I believe ‘love’ suits you best, brother.”

Klaus finally dropped the act, letting out a chuckle. “Of course, it does. Now, shall we get on with our evening, or do you all want to continue discussing who Y/n’s favorite really is?”

The siblings laughed, the playful rivalry only strengthening the bond between them. It was clear that despite the teasing, they respected the unique connections each had with you, with Klaus’s nickname for you holding a special place in their dynamic.

Meanwhile, back in Mystic Falls, you were sitting in the cozy living room of the Salvatore boarding house with Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena. The atmosphere was tense, a stark contrast to the light-hearted banter happening at the Mikaelson mansion.

Caroline, arms crossed and looking particularly displeased, was the first to break the silence. "Y/n, I can’t believe you’re actually spending time with Klaus. Klaus, of all people! You know how dangerous he is, right?"

Bonnie nodded, her expression serious. "Klaus is the enemy, Y/n. He’s hurt so many people, our friends, our families. How can you trust him?"

Elena, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, her voice tinged with worry. "We’re just concerned about you. This is Klaus we’re talking about. You’ve seen what he’s capable of."

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you tried to gather your houghts. "I know what you’re all thinking, and I get it. But things are… different with him now. He’s not the same person he was when we first met."

Caroline shook her head in disbelief. "Different? Y/n, this is Klaus. He’s manipulative, cruel, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. How can you be sure he’s changed?"

You met Caroline’s gaze, your voice firm. "I’m not saying I completely trust him. But I’ve spent time with him, and I’ve seen sides of him that you haven’t. He’s not just some monster."

Bonnie frowned, still unconvinced. "Even if that’s true, how do you know it’s not all an act? He’s the master of manipulation. He could be playing you, Y/n."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your frustration in check. "I’m not naive, Bonnie. I know who Klaus is. But I also know that people can change. I’ve seen glimpses of something good in him, something worth saving."

Elena leaned forward, her expression softening slightly. "We’re not saying you’re naive. We just don’t want to see you get hurt. Klaus has a way of getting under people’s skin, of making them believe things that aren’t true. We’re worried about you."

Caroline nodded, her tone less harsh now. "Exactly. We care about you, Y/n. And we don’t want you to get caught up in something that could end badly, for all of us."

You looked at your friends, feeling the weight of their concern. "I appreciate that you’re looking out for me. But this is something I need to figure out on my own. I’m not saying I’m choosing Klaus over you or my brothers. I’m just… trying to understand him."

Bonnie sighed, exchanging a look with Caroline and Elena. "We trust you, Y/n. But just be careful, okay? We’ve all been through too much to lose each other now."

You nodded, grateful for their concern, even if they didn’t fully understand. "I promise I’ll be careful. I’m not letting my guard down, and I’m definitely not forgetting everything he’s done. But I need to see where this goes, for better or worse."

The girls exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of worry and reluctant acceptance. It was clear that your decision to spend time with Klaus was unsettling to them, but they knew better than to push you too hard. They trusted your judgment, even if they didn’t fully agree with it.

As the conversation drifted to other topics, the tension in the room eased slightly, but the underlying worry remained. You knew that your friends and brothers would be watching closely, ready to step in if things took a dangerous turn. But for now, you was determined to follow your instincts and see if there was more to Klaus Mikaelson than the villain they all knew him to be.

A few weeks had passed since your tense conversation with your friends, and things between you and Klaus had been surprisingly pleasant. You both spent more time together, often falling into the usual banter and teasing. Klaus had grown increasingly fond of you, and his usual sharp edges seemed to soften when you were around.

One afternoon, Klaus and you were walking through the woods outside Mystic Falls, the late autumn sun casting a warm, golden glow over the trees. He had been unusually quiet for most of the walk, a contemplative look on his face.

Finally, as you and him reached a small clearing, he turned to you, his expression a mix of seriousness and his usual charm. “Love, I’ve been thinking… about us.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his tone. “Oh? What about us?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. “We’ve been spending quite a bit of time together, and I’ve come to… enjoy your company more than I expected.”

You smirked, her teasing nature kicking in. “Are you admitting that you actually like me, Klaus?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Don’t make me regret this, love. But yes, I do. Which is why I’d like to take you out. On a proper date.”

You blinked in surprise, not expecting him to be so direct. “You’re asking me out on a date?”

Klaus nodded, his gaze steady as he watched your reaction. “Yes, I am. What do you say, love?”

You pretended to consider it, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… let me think about that.” You paused for a moment, then shook your head. “No.”

Klaus’s confident expression faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “No?”

You kept a straight face, letting him squirm for a second before you burst out laughing. “Just kidding!”

Klaus blinked, processing your words before he realized you were teasing him. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his face breaking into a relieved smile. “You’re a cruel woman, Y/n.”

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “You should have seen your face! I thought the great Klaus Mikaelson didn’t get nervous.”

Klaus rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress his smile. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. “But yes, Klaus. I’ll go on a date with you.”

Klaus’s smile widened, the earlier tension completely evaporated. “I’ll hold you to that, love.”

You smiled at the way he said ‘love,’ the word carrying a warmth that you hadn’t expected. You could tell he was genuinely pleased, and as you and him continued the walk, the air between you and him was lighter, filled with a sense of anticipation for what might come next.

“Any ideas on where you’re taking me?” You asked, still riding the high of the playful exchange.

Klaus gave you a sideways glance, his smile turning into a smirk. “Oh, I have a few ideas. But I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at his cryptic response. “You’re really leaning into the whole mysterious vibe, aren’t you?”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, now would I?”

As Klaus and you continued walking, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity about what lay ahead. Despite all the warnings from your brothers and friends and the doubts you sometimes have, being with Klaus felt… right, in a way you couldn’t quite explain. And as much as you tried to play it cool, you were looking forward to whatever that first date would bring.

The next day, you found yourself nervously preparing for your date with Klaus. Despite all the time you both had spent together recently, this felt different and more significant. You stood in front of your mirror, running your hands through her hair as you tried to decide what to wear.

Caroline and Bonnie had stopped by earlier, both curious and more than a little concerned when you had mentioned your plans for the evening. After some good-natured ribbing and a few pointed questions about Klaus’s intentions, they had left you to get ready, though not without extracting a promise that you would call them afterward.

You finally settled on a simple yet elegant outfit, something that made you feel confident but not overly dressed. As you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement.

Just as you were finishing up, there was a knock on her door. You smiled, knowing who it was. You took a deep breath and opened the door to find Klaus standing there, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Evening, love,” Klaus greeted you, his eyes sweeping over your appreciatively. “You look stunning.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks but managed to keep your voice steady. “Thank you, Klaus. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Klaus chuckled, offering you his arm. “Shall we, love?”

You smiled, linking your arm with his. “Lead the way.”

You both made your way to Klaus’s car, and he opened the door for you with a gentlemanly gesture that made you smile. As you and him drove through the quiet streets of Mystic Falls, the tension you had been feeling started to melt away. There was something calming about being with Klaus, despite the history you both shared and the complexity of the relationship.

As you and him reached the outskirts of town, you noticed that you and him were heading toward a secluded spot. You recognized a scenic overlook that offered a breathtaking view of the surrounding forest and the twinkling lights of the town below.

He parked the car and helped you out, leading you to a spot where a picnic blanket had been laid out, complete with a basket filled with an array of food and drinks. The setting was simple but intimate, and you couldn’t help but be touched by the effort Klaus had put into it.

“Klaus, this is… really nice,” you said, genuinely surprised by the thoughtful gesture.

He smiled, his usual smirk softened into something more sincere. “I wanted to do something special for you, love. Away from all the distractions.”

You and he settled down on the blanket, and as you two started to eat, the conversation flowed easily. You and him talked about everything and nothing, and you found yourself laughing more than youhad in a long time. He was charming and witty, and despite the sharp edges he showed to the rest of the world, there was a warmth in his eyes that made you feel at ease.

At one point, he leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the stars. “It’s peaceful out here, isn’t it, love? Just the two of us.”

You nodded, following his gaze. “It is. I could get used to this.”

He turned his head to look at you, his eyes searching hers. “I’m glad you agreed to come out with me tonight, Y/n. It means more to me than you know.”

You met his gaze, the sincerity in his voice. “I’m glad I said yes, Klaus. Despite everything, I’ve enjoyed spending time with you.”

Klaus’s smile deepened, and he reached out to gently take your hand in his. “Good, because I intend to spend a lot more time with you, love.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of contentment you hadn’t expected. “I’d like that.”

You and him stayed there for a while longer, talking and enjoying each other’s company as the night wore on. When it was time to go, Klaus helped you up and you and he made your way back to the car, the night air cool and refreshing.

As he drove you home, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was to come. Klaus had shown you a side of him that was different from the ruthless hybrid you had known, and you found herself wanting to see more.

When Klaus and you arrived at your house, he walked you to the door, his hand lingering on yours as you and him stood there, the night around them quiet and still.

“Thank you for tonight, Klaus,” you said softly. “I had a great time.”

“The pleasure was all mine, love,” he replied, his voice warm.

For a moment, Klaus and you stood there, the tension between them electric. Then, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

“Goodnight, Klaus,” you replied, smiling as you watched him walk away.

As you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, a smile tugging at your lips. You knew things were complicated, and there were still many unanswered questions, but for the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful about what the future might hold.

Klaus stood before the easel, the soft glow of the moonlight highlighting the contours of your face on the canvas. His hand moved with deliberate care, every stroke of the brush a reflection of the deep feelings he harbored for you. Your eyes, filled with both fire and tenderness, seemed to look right back at him, and Klaus couldn’t help but feel his heart swell with emotion.

As he added the final touches, he heard a familiar voice behind him.“She’s so beautiful,” Camille’s words were soft, almost as if she didn’t want to disturb the moment.

Klaus smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that rarely graced his face. “Indeed, she is,” he said, his voice tinged with a warmth that spoke volumes.

Camille stepped closer, her eyes drawn to the painting. “What are you up to?” she asked, though she could already tell this was more than just a simple painting.

“Just capturing her,” Klaus replied, his gaze never leaving your painted eyes. “She’s been on my mind a lot lately.”

Camille noticed the way his voice softened when he spoke about you, and she couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve heard you’ve been in a good mood lately,” she teased lightly, trying to gauge his emotions.

Klaus let out a small chuckle, something rare and unguarded. “It’s true,” he admitted, his eyes shining with a rare vulnerability. “She has that effect on me.”

Camille arched an eyebrow, both amused and curious. “Who’s the poor woman that’s managed to soften the great Klaus Mikaelson?”

“Y/N,” Klaus said simply, but the way he said her name was full of affection, as if just speaking it brought him peace.

“Y/N Salvatore?” Camille asked, her surprise evident. “As in Damon and Stefan’s sister?”

Klaus nodded, his expression unchanging, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “Yes, her.”

Camille was quiet for a moment, taking in this unexpected revelation. “But… didn’t you tell me that your siblings and you are enemies with the Salvatores? What’s changed?”

Klaus sighed, finally tearing his gaze away from the painting to look at Camille. “It’s her brothers we’re enemies with, not Y/N,” he explained, his voice carrying a weight of emotion that Camille hadn’t expected.

Camille’s expression softened as she realized how much this meant to him. “What makes her different, Klaus? Why her?”

Klaus took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts of you. “She’s… she’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known. She’s strong, not just physically but in every sense of the word. She doesn’t fear me like the others do. She sees the real me, the man behind the monster.”

Camille watched him carefully, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes. “It sounds like she means a lot to you.”

“She does,” Klaus admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than I ever thought possible. She’s changed me in ways I never imagined. I’m not just the monster they think I am when I’m with her—I’m… I’m more.”

Camille reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “You deserve happiness, Klaus. Maybe she’s the one who can give it to you.”

Klaus looked at Camille, his usual stoic expression softening. “I hope so, Camille. Because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

He turned back to the painting, his heart heavy with a mix of hope and fear. “I just hope she feels the same,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Camille squeezed his arm gently. “If she sees the real you, Klaus, how could she not?”

Klaus paced the length of the grand hall, his thoughts tangled with emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel. He could still see your face in his mind, your laughter echoing in his ears, and the way you looked at him as if you saw past all the darkness, right into the man he once was. He had never imagined anyone could make him feel this way, especially not a Salvatore.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the quiet little town as Klaus and you strolled through the secluded garden of a charming estate he had arranged for their second date. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft rustling of leaves created a peaceful, intimate atmosphere.

Klaus had taken care to plan every detail, wanting this time with you to be perfect. He couldn’t help but glance at you frequently, admiring how the soft light seemed to make your eyes sparkle even more than usual. It was a rare sight for him to be this content, and it was all because you.

You noticed his gaze and smiled, a playful glint in your eyes. “You’re staring, Klaus.”

Klaus smirked, not even attempting to hide it. “Can you blame me, love? You’re breathtaking.”

You blushed slightly, rolling your eyes at the compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

You and him reached a small, private gazebo at the center of the garden, surrounded by roses. He gestured for you to sit on the bench inside, and he joined you, your and his shoulders brushing lightly.

For a moment, you and him sat in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. But Klaus’s mind was already spinning, thinking about how to approach the question that had been on his mind since the night before. He knew what he wanted for some time now but he wasn’t sure how you would respond.

After a few more moments of contemplation, he turned to you, his expression unusually serious. “Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden shift in his tone. “What is it, Klaus?”

He took a deep breath, his usual confidence wavering slightly as he met your gaze. “I know we haven’t been… conventional,” he began, his voice softer than usual. “But these past few days with you have been… different. I haven’t felt this way in a very long time, and I want to see where this could go.”

You tilted your head, a small smile playing on your lips as you watched him struggle to find the right words. “Are you asking me something, Klaus?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, I suppose I am. love… would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

Your eyes widened slightly, and you made a show of tapping your chin as if deep in thought. “Hmm… let me think about that for a moment.”

Klaus’s heart sank, a flicker of worry crossing his features. He had prepared himself for many possible reactions, but he hadn’t expected her to hesitate. “Love?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

You kept up the act for a few more seconds, your face perfectly serious as you pretended to weigh your options. Then, you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer. You burst out laughing, the sound like music to Klaus’s ears.

“Just kidding!” You exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Klaus.”

He blinked, his momentary panic melting into relief and amusement as he realized you had been teasing him. “You little minx,” he said, shaking his head with a smile. “You nearly made me turn off my humanity.”

you laughed again, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “I couldn’t resist. You looked so serious.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “I’m serious about you, love,” he murmured, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re the one thing in this world that makes sense to me.”

You looked up at him, your smile softening as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “And you’re the one person who makes me feel like I can be myself, Klaus. I’m glad we found each other.”

Klaus’s heart swelled with affection, and he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the emotions he hadn’t been able to put into words, a promise of the future you and him could have together.

When you and him finally pulled apart, you rested your head on his shoulder, content in his embrace. “So, what do we do now, boyfriend?” You teased, enjoying the new title.

Klaus smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Whatever you want, girlfriend. As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. you had no idea what the future held, but for now, you were exactly where you wanted to be by Klaus’s side.

Later that evening, Klaus returned to the mansion, a rare lightness in his step. He had just come from his date with you, and he couldn’t help the small smile that lingered on his lips. Everything felt… right, in a way it hadn’t in centuries.

As he walked into the main sitting room, he found Elijah and Kol sitting with Rebekah, who was flipping through an old magazine. They all looked up as Klaus entered, and they could immediately tell something was different about him.

Kol was the first to speak, raising an eyebrow as he took in his brother’s unusually content expression. “Well, well, look who’s back. You look positively glowing, Nik. Had a good time with your little Salvatore?”

Klaus shot Kol a warning look, but it lacked its usual bite. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

Elijah, ever observant, noted the change in Klaus’s demeanor and couldn’t help but smile slightly. “I take it the evening went well, then?”

Klaus nodded, his smile growing just a little. “Better than well. I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend, and she said yes.”

Rebekah, who had been only half-listening up to this point, immediately perked up, her face lighting up with excitement. “Wait, what? Y/N’s your girlfriend now?” She jumped up from her seat, practically bouncing with joy. “Oh, Nik, that’s wonderful!”

Elijah’s smile widened, and he gave Klaus a nod of approval. “I’m happy for you, Niklaus. Y/N seems like a remarkable woman.”

Kol leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, though there was a genuine hint of warmth in his eyes. “Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think anyone could actually get you to settle down, but it looks like Y/N managed to do the impossible.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at Kol’s teasing, but there was no denying the warmth in his chest at the support from his siblings. “She’s different,” he said, his voice softer, more sincere. “I never thought I’d find someone like her, someone who understands me.”

Rebekah practically squealed as she rushed over to hug Klaus, catching him slightly off guard. “I’m so happy for you, Nik! Y/N is amazing, and she’s going to make you so happy. I knew it!”

Klaus chuckled, returning Rebekah’s hug with a smile. “Thank you, Rebekah. It means a lot to me.”

Rebekah pulled back, her eyes shining with excitement. “We have to celebrate! This is a big deal, Klaus! We’ll throw a party, or at least have a proper family dinner.”

Elijah nodded in agreement. “Rebekah’s right. It’s been a long time since we’ve had something worth celebrating.”

Kol raised his glass in a mock toast, smirking. “To Niklaus and Y/N. May she survive our delightful family.”

Klaus gave Kol a pointed look but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. “She’s stronger than you give her credit for, Kol.”

Rebekah clapped her hands together, her mind already racing with ideas. “Oh, I can’t wait to tell Y/N! We’re going to have so much fun. Maybe we can even have a double date her, you, me, and… well, we’ll find someone.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow at that, but the idea of you becoming more involved with his family warmed his heart. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted this you to be accepted not just by him, but by all of them.

Elijah placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder, his gaze steady. “This is a new chapter for you, Niklaus. I hope it brings you the happiness you’ve been searching for.”

Klaus nodded, his expression serious as he met Elijah’s gaze. “I believe it will, Elijah. I really do.”

Rebekah was already planning out the details of their next gathering, her enthusiasm infectious. Kol, though still teasing, seemed genuinely pleased, and Elijah’s quiet support was a comfort Klaus hadn’t known he needed.

For the first time in centuries, Klaus felt like he wasn’t just existing, he was living. And it was all because of you. You had brought light into his life, and now, with the approval and support of his siblings, he felt like they could face anything together.

Three years had passed since Klaus and you began your relationship, and during that time, the bond had only grown stronger. Klaus found himself more at peace than he ever had been, finding solace in your presence and in the life you and him had built together. However, not everything was perfect.

The tension between your brothers and friends, and Klaus, had not eased. Damon and Stefan had never fully accepted your relationship with the Original hybrid, and your friends were wary, always looking for signs that Klaus might revert to his darker tendencies. He knew that you felt caught in the middle, torn between your love for him and your loyalty to your brothers and friends.

It was that tension that had led Klaus to make a decision that would change everything. He wanted to move to New Orleans, where he could establish his reign without the constant interference of Mystic Falls. But the thought of leaving you behind was unbearable. He knew he couldn’t force you to choose between him and your family, but the idea of being apart from you was something he couldn’t fathom.

That evening, Klaus sat in the mansion, his mind racing. Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah were with him in the living room, sensing that something was weighing heavily on his mind.

Klaus finally broke the silence, looking at his siblings with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. “I’ve made a decision,” he began, his voice steady but laced with apprehension. “I’m planning to move to New Orleans.”

Elijah nodded, unsurprised. “We’ve discussed this before, Niklaus. It’s a sound plan, considering the situation here.”

Kol leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “And about time too. This town is getting dreadfully dull.”

Rebekah, however, could see that something else was bothering Klaus. “There’s more to it, isn’t there, Nik?” she asked, her tone gentle.

Klaus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yes, there is. It’s Y/N.” He paused, searching for the right words. “I want her to come with us, to New Orleans. But I… I’m not sure how to ask her.”

Kol raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Klaus’s rare display of vulnerability. “Nik, afraid to ask a girl to move with him? Now I’ve seen everything.”

Klaus shot Kol a warning look, but it lacked its usual bite. “This isn’t just any girl, Kol. This is Y/N. I can’t risk losing her.”

Elijah’s expression softened, understanding the depth of Klaus’s dilemma. “You fear that asking her to leave her brothers and friends might drive her away.”

Klaus nodded, his usual confidence wavering. “Yes. She’s already under so much pressure, being torn between us and them. I don’t want to make it harder for her.”

Rebekah smiled warmly, moving closer to her brother. “Nik, Y/N loves you. Anyone with eyes can see that. She’s been by your side for three years, despite everything. I think she’d want to be with you, wherever that is.”

Klaus sighed, still uncertain. “But what if she chooses them? What if she decides that she can’t leave her family behind?”

Elijah placed a reassuring hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “Niklaus, you need to have faith in her. She’s strong, and she knows what she wants. But you have to give her the choice. You can’t make it for her.”

Kol, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly chimed in, his tone more serious. “Look, Nik, you’ve always been the one to take what you want without asking. But with Y/N, it’s different. You’ve got to show her that you trust her, that you’re not just trying to control her.”

Klaus looked between his siblings, their words sinking in. They were right, of course. He had to trust you, just as you had trusted him all these years. But still, the fear of you choosing your family over him gnawed at him.

Rebekah, sensing his hesitation, stepped forward and took his hands in hers. “We’ll help you, Nik. We can talk to Y/N, help her see that moving with us doesn’t mean abandoning her family. She loves you, and she deserves to know that you’re serious about building a life together.”

Klaus looked into his sister’s eyes, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. “Thank you, Rebekah. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Rebekah smiled, squeezing his hands. “You won’t have to find out. We’re in this together.”

Elijah nodded in agreement. “We’ll support you, Niklaus, whatever happens. But you have to take the first step.”

Kol, smirking as usual, added, “And if all else fails, just tell her how lost you’ll be without her. Chicks love that.”

Klaus couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head at Kol’s advice. “Thank you, Kol. I’ll keep that in mind.”

With his siblings by his side, Klaus felt a renewed sense of determination. He would ask you to move with him and his siblings to New Orleans, but he would do it in a way that showed you just how much he trusted and valued you. It was a risk, but for you, it was one he was willing to take.

The next step was to talk to you and hope that your love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, even this one.

The evening sky was painted in shades of pink and orange as Klaus led you to one of the favorite spots just outside Mystic Falls, a secluded clearing by a serene lake, where you and he often came to escape the pressures in your and his lives. The gentle sound of water lapping against the shore provided a peaceful backdrop, and the warm summer breeze carried the scent of blooming wildflowers.

You looked up at him, noticing the way his usually confident demeanor seemed tinged with something softer, almost vulnerable. You smiled, squeezing his hand as you and him walked together. “You’re being awfully quiet tonight,” you remarked playfully. “What’s going on in that complicated mind of yours?”

He stopped by the water’s edge, turning to face her. He took both of your hands in his, his eyes searching yours as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. There was a seriousness in his gaze that made you nervous

“Y/N,” he began, his voice soft yet filled with emotion, “these past three years with you have been the best of my existence. You’ve brought light into my life in ways I never imagined possible. And I want nothing more than to continue building that life with you.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, sensing that something important was coming. “Klaus, you know I feel the same way. You’ve changed my world too.”

He smiled, his heart swelling at your words. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our future, about what I want, what we could be together. And I’ve made a decision.”

Your eyes widened slightly, your curiosity piqued. “What decision?”

He gently pulled you closer, his gaze never leaving your. “I want us to move to New Orleans,” he said, his voice steady but filled with hope. “It’s a city where I can establish my reign, where we can start fresh, away from the constant battles here in Mystic Falls. But I don’t want to do it alone. I want you by my side, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You could see the sincerity in Klaus’s eyes, the vulnerability he rarely showed to anyone. “You want me to come with you? To leave Mystic Falls?”

He nodded, his grip on your hands tightening slightly as if he were afraid you might slip away. “Yes. But more than that, I want you to be my queen, Y/N. To rule New Orleans with me. You’ve always been my equal, my partner, and I can’t imagine doing this without you.”

You blinked, your heart swelling with a mixture of surprise and overwhelming love. “Your queen?” You repeated, a small smile forming on your lips.

He nodded, his eyes filled with affection. “Yes, love. The Queen of New Orleans, ruling alongside me. You’ve stood by me through everything, and I want to build something lasting with you, a kingdom where we’re not just surviving, but thriving. Where we can create a legacy together.”

Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears, touched by the depth of Klaus’s words. You could see the future he was envisioning the two of them ruling together, side by side, in a city that would be your and his own. It was a future you hadn’t fully allowed yourself to imagine, but now that Klaus was offering it to you, you realized it was exactly what you wanted.

You bit your lip, your playful side coming through as you pretended to consider it for a moment. “A queen, huh? That does sound rather appealing.”

He chuckled, relief washing over him as he saw the spark in your eyes. “Just imagine it, love. The two of us, ruling over a city filled with history and life. You’d have the power and freedom to shape our world as you see fit. And I’d be there, every step of the way, your king.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile any longer. “King and queen of New Orleans. It does have a nice ring to it.”

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against yours. “Then say yes, Y/N. Be my queen. Come with me to New Orleans, and let’s build the life we’ve always dreamed of.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth of his words, the love you felt radiating from him. When you opened them again, you were met with Klaus’s expectant gaze, his eyes filled with hope and a hint of fear.

You grinned, your heart overflowing with love for him. “Yes, Klaus. I’ll be your queen. Let’s rule New Orleans together.”

Klaus’s face broke into a radiant smile, one of pure joy and relief. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all of his love and gratitude into that moment. It was a kiss that sealed your and his future, one filled with promise and the knowledge that you two would face whatever challenges came your and his way together.

When you and him finally pulled back, breathless and grinning like teenagers, Klaus cupped your face in his hands, his eyes shining with emotion. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world.”

You smiled, your heart so full you thought it might burst. “And I love you, Klaus. Now and forever.”

As you and him stood there by the lake, wrapped in each other’s arms, the future no longer seemed uncertain. With you as his queen and Klaus as your king, you both knew you and him could conquer anything. New Orleans would be the start of a new chapter one where you and him would write your and his own story, together.

The following morning, Klaus woke up with a mischievous grin, an idea already forming in his mind. You were still asleep, peacefully resting in his arms, unaware of the prank he was planning. He carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake you, and made his way downstairs where his siblings were gathered in the dining room.

Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah were enjoying a leisurely breakfast, the usual bickering and banter filling the air. Klaus entered the room, his face carefully arranged into an expression of distress and heartbreak. He let out a heavy sigh as he approached the table, immediately drawing the attention of his siblings.

Rebekah was the first to notice his unusual demeanor. She frowned, setting down her cup of tea. “Nik? What’s wrong?”

Klaus slumped into a chair, burying his face in his hands as if trying to hold back tears. “It’s Y/N,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Elijah’s brow furrowed in concern. “What happened, Niklaus? Did something go wrong?”

Klaus took a deep, shaky breath, making sure to sell the act. “I asked her to move with us to New Orleans… to be my queen. But she… she said no.”

There was a moment of stunned silence as his siblings processed what he had just said. Rebekah’s eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. “What? No, she wouldn’t!”

Elijah’s usual calm facade faltered, worry etching his features. “Are you certain, Niklaus? Did she give a reason?”

Kol, however, was the one who reacted the most dramatically. He let out an exaggerated groan, slumping back in his chair. “I knew it! I knew it was too good to be true. She’s probably packing her bags as we speak, running back to her precious brothers.”

Klaus bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, shaking his head slowly as if in disbelief. “She said… she couldn’t leave them behind. That it would break her heart.”

Rebekah’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. “Oh, Nik, I’m so sorry… I know how much she means to you.”

Elijah placed a comforting hand on Klaus’s shoulder, his expression sympathetic. “We’re here for you, Niklaus. Whatever you need, we’ll help you through this.”

Kol, never one to miss a chance to poke fun, leaned forward with a smirk, though there was genuine concern in his eyes. “I suppose I should have prepared a list of eligible women in New Orleans. It’s not like you to mope around for long.”

Klaus finally let the charade drop, unable to keep up the act any longer. A grin spread across his face as he looked up at his siblings, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, that won’t be necessary, Kol. Because she actually said yes.”

Rebekah’s jaw dropped, her expression shifting from shock to anger in a split second. “Nik! You evil bastard, you had me worried sick!”

Elijah’s expression softened into one of exasperated amusement as he realized they’d been duped. “Really, Niklaus? Was this little prank necessary?”

Kol, on the other hand, burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. “Oh, well played, Nik! You really had us going for a minute there.”

Klaus leaned back in his chair, his laughter echoing through the room. “I couldn’t resist. But yes, Y/N said yes. We’re going to New Orleans together, and she’ll be by my side as my queen.”

Rebekah, despite her initial anger, couldn’t help but smile, the relief evident on her face. “Well, I suppose I can forgive you… just this once. But don’t you dare pull something like that again!”

Elijah shook his head, though there was a smile on his lips. “Congratulations, Niklaus. I’m glad things worked out as you hoped.”

Kol raised his glass in a mock toast. “To Niklaus and Y/N, the new rulers of New Orleans. Long may they reign, and may we survive the chaos they’re sure to bring.”

Klaus chuckled, raising his own glass in response. “To our new beginning.”

As they all toasted, the laughter and camaraderie filled the room, the earlier tension forgotten. Klaus felt a warmth in his chest as he looked around at his siblings, knowing that they would face whatever the future held together as a family.

As the day of departure approached, you knew you had to say goodbye to your brothers and friends, even though the thought of it filled you with a sense of dread. You had made your decision, and you were confident in it, but that didn’t make the farewell any easier.

You decided to visit the Salvatore boarding house first. Damon and Stefan were in the living room, both nursing glasses of bourbon. The tension in the room was palpable as she walked in, but she took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“Damon, Stefan,” you began, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your chest. “I just wanted to talk to you both before I leave.”

Damon didn’t look up from his drink, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as if you hadn’t spoken at all. Stefan kept his gaze fixed on the fireplace, his jaw clenched, saying nothing.

Your heart sank, but you pressed on, determined to at least try. “I know you don’t agree with my decision, but I need you to understand that this is what I want. Klaus and I… we’re good together. I love him, and I’m going to New Orleans with him and his siblings.”

Still, there was no response. Damon finally took a sip of his bourbon, his expression unreadable. Stefan’s silence remained unbroken, his eyes never leaving the flames.

Your voice wavered as you continued, “I’m saying goodbye because I care about you. I know we’ve had our differences, but you’re my brothers. I love you both, and I wish things could be different.”

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. you waited, hoping for some acknowledgment, some sign that they heard you, that they cared. But it never came.

Damon finally stood up, not looking at you as he walked out of the room. Stefan remained by the fire, his back turned to you, offering no parting words, no goodbye. The coldness in the room was like a dagger to your heart.

Feeling a painful lump forming in your throat, you blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. You turned and left the house, the door closing softly behind you, a finality in the sound that echoed in your chest.

Your next stop was at the Mystic Grill, where you knew your friends would be gathered. Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena were seated at their usual table, talking in low voices. When you walked in, they all glanced up at you,, but there was no warmth in their eyes, no welcoming smiles.

“Hey,” you greeted them softly as she approached the table. “I wanted to let you all know that I’m leaving for New Orleans. Klaus and I are—”

But before she could finish, Caroline cut her off with a curt, “We know.”

You paused, the sting of Caroline’s sharp tone making you flinch. You looked to Bonnie, hoping for some sort of understanding, but Bonnie only offered a tight-lipped nod, your gaze averted.

Elena kept her eyes on her drink, not saying a word. The cold shoulder from all of them was unmistakable.

Your shoulders slumped slightly, your heart heavy with the weight of their rejection. “I just… I wanted to say goodbye. I care about you all, and I’m going to miss you.”

But there was no response, no acknowledgment. Caroline picked up her drink, taking a long sip as if you hadn’t spoken at all. Bonnie stared at the table, while Elena remained silent, her expression unreadable.

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, quickly brushing it away as you realized there was nothing more you could say or do. Your friends had made their choice, just as you had made yours.

Without another word, You turned and walked out of the Grill, the door closing behind her with a sense of finality. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You knew she wasn’t alone Klaus and his siblings were waiting for you, ready to welcome you into their lives.

But the pain of being ignored, of being dismissed by the people you had once considered family, was a wound that would take time to heal.

As you made your way back to Klaus, you resolved to move forward, to embrace the new life that awaited her in New Orleans. You had chosen your path, and though it was painful to leave without your brothers and friends by your side, you knew you were doing what was right for you.

And as you stepped into Klaus’s waiting arms, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you, you knew you were ready to face whatever the future held.

Two years had passed since You, Klaus and his siblings had moved to New Orleans, and your and his life together had become something of a legend in the city. The Mikaelsons were a formidable force, ruling the supernatural world with strength and unity. But amid all the power plays and schemes, one thing had remained constant: Klaus’s love for you.

Now, with the relationship stronger than ever, Klaus had decided it was time to take the next step. He wanted to ask you to marry him, and as much as he was confident in your love for him, this proposal felt monumental. He wanted everything to be perfect, which meant enlisting the help of his siblings.

The Mikaelson family was gathered at the compound Klaus stood before them, a rare hint of nervousness in his usually composed demeanor.

“So, I’ve decided it’s time to ask Y/N to marry me,” Klaus announced, his voice firm despite the flutter of anticipation in his chest.

Rebekah’s face lit up with excitement. “Oh, Nik, that’s wonderful! She’ll be over the moon.”

Elijah offered a warm smile, nodding approvingly. “A wise decision, brother. Y/N is a remarkable woman, and it’s clear how deeply she cares for you.”

Kol, always the joker, leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “Well, it’s about time. But let me guess, you’re planning to pop the question at the same place you two first met?”

Klaus’s eyes twinkled as he glanced at Kol. “Actually, yes. I thought it would be fitting to ask her at the very spot where our story began.”

Kol let out a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. “Oh yeah, I remember that day. The day she almost killed us all! You sure that’s the memory you want to bring up when you ask her to spend forever with you?”

The room filled with chuckles as the siblings recalled that fateful day. You had been a force to be reckoned with back then, strong, fierce, and ready to take on anyone who threatened your family. It was that very fire that had caught Klaus’s attention and, eventually, his heart.

Flashback:

It was a tense afternoon in Mystic Falls. Klaus, along with Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol, had arrived in town, seeking a powerful witch who had dared to cross them. They weren’t expecting to encounter anyone who could challenge them until appeared.

The Mikaelsons were gathered in the woods, discussing their next move, when you stepped out from the shadows. Your expression was fierce, your eyes glowing with a dangerous intensity that immediately put the Originals on alert.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Klaus had mused, intrigued by the fiery young woman who dared to confront them alone.

You didn’t hesitate, your voice cold and commanding. “You’re not welcome here. Leave Mystic Falls, or I’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot in this town.”

Rebekah had scoffed, her usual arrogance on full display. “You think you can take us on, little girl?”

But you weren't intimidated. You raised your hand, and with a flick of your wrist, the ground beneath them trembled. The Mikaelsons exchanged surprised glances; this was no ordinary witch.

Elijah, always the diplomat, had tried to reason with you. “There’s no need for violence. We’re not here to harm anyone—”

But you cut him off, your voice steely. “Save it. I know who you are, and I know what you’ve done. I won’t let you bring your chaos to my town.”

As you prepared to strike, Klaus stepped forward, his eyes locking with yours. “You’re different,” he had said, more to himself than to you. “Stronger. Smarter.”

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, trying not to smile as you met Klaus’s intense gaze. There was something about him, something dangerous, yet captivating. But you quickly shook off the thought, your resolve hardening.

“Leave,” you had commanded, your voice unwavering. “Or I’ll make sure you don’t get the chance.”

Klaus had smiled then, a genuine smile that had taken even his siblings by surprise. “I think I’ll stay. I’d like to see what you’re truly capable of.”

The tension had been thick, with your power swirling in the air around them, but something shifted in that moment. Instead of attacking, you had slowly lowered your hand, your eyes narrowing as you studied Klaus.

“You’re not afraid of me,” you had observed, almost in disbelief.

“Why should I be?” Klaus had replied, stepping closer. “You’re not my enemy.”

Elijah had watched the exchange carefully, noting the unusual interest his brother had taken in you. Rebekah and Kol remained on edge, ready to intervene, but Klaus raised a hand, signaling them to stand down.

You had studied him for a long moment, your instincts screaming at you to be cautious. But something in his gaze, something that you couldn’t quite place, had made you pause. You had lowered your defenses, just slightly, and in that moment, a strange understanding had passed between you and him .

“Fine,” you had finally said, yourtone less hostile. “But don’t think for a second that I trust you.”

Klaus had chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

End of the flashback

Rebekah, still smiling, looked at Klaus thoughtfully. “But it’s also the day she didn’t kill us, Kol. She chose to trust Klaus, and look where it’s brought them. I think it’s a perfect place to propose.”

Klaus nodded, his smile softening as he thought back to that moment. “Exactly. It’s where everything changed for us. She saw me for who I was and still decided to stay. I want to remind her of that, and let her know that my love for her has only grown since then.”

Elijah stepped forward, placing a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “We’ll help you make it perfect, Niklaus. Y/N deserves nothing less.”

Kol grinned, rising from his seat. “Alright then, let’s make sure this proposal is one for the history books. Just, you know, maybe keep the violence to a minimum this time?”

Klaus chuckled, feeling more at ease with his siblings by his side. “I’ll do my best, Kol.”

With the Mikaelsons all on board, the plan began to take shape. They would return to the place where Klaus and you first met a secluded, picturesque spot in the woods just outside of Mystic Falls. Klaus had already sent a few trusted witches ahead to prepare the location, ensuring that everything would be perfect for the moment he asked you to be his forever.

As the days passed and the preparations were finalized, Klaus felt a growing sense of excitement. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction, to hold you close and promise you a lifetime together. And with his siblings’ help, he was certain that this proposal would be everything you deserved and more.

The day of the proposal finally arrived, and as Klaus led you through the familiar woods, his heart raced with anticipation. The spot where you and him had first met was just up ahead, and with every step, he felt the weight of the moment growing. He glanced over at you, who seemed to sense something special was about to happen, a curious smile playing on your lips.

When Klaus and you reached the clearing, your breath caught in her throat. The place was even more beautiful than you remembered, with flowers blooming all around and the gentle sound of a nearby stream filling the air. Klaus had clearly gone to great lengths to make this moment perfect.

“Klaus, what is this?” You asked, turning to him with wide, surprised eyes.

Klaus took a deep breath, his heart full as he looked at the woman he loved. “Y/N, this is where it all began for us. The place where we first met, where I first knew that I wanted you by my side. I brought you here because I want to ask you something.”

You watched Klaus reach into his pocket and pull out a small, velvet box. Your eyes filled with tears as he dropped to one knee, his gaze never leaving yourself.

“Y/N, you’ve given me more than I ever thought possible. Your love, your strength, your loyalty… you’ve changed my life in ways I could never have imagined. I want to spend the rest of my life proving that I’m worthy of you. So, my love, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at Klaus, the man you loved with all your heart. Without hesitation, you nodded, a radiant smile breaking through your tears. “Yes, Klaus. A thousand times, yes.”

Klaus’s smile was the brightest it had ever been as he slipped the ring onto your finger and rose to his feet, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. The moment was perfect, filled with all the love and promise of the life you both would share together.

And as you and he held each other close, the memory of that first meeting faded into the background, replaced by the joy of the future you and him would now build as husband and wife.

Weeks later, as Klaus and you prepared for the wedding, you and him were immersed in the whirlwind of planning. Klaus, ever the meticulous planner, had set up a meeting with the wedding planner to finalize the details.

In the elegant office of the wedding planner, Klaus reviewed the seating arrangements and floral designs with a focused gaze. As they discussed the finer points of the upcoming celebration, Klaus suddenly looked up from his notes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“There’s one more thing I’d like to address,” Klaus said, his voice firm but tinged with a note of excitement. “When we sent out the invitations, I had a request regarding Y/N’s name.”

The wedding planner, a poised woman with a clipboard in hand, looked up with curiosity. “Of course, what would you like to change?”

Klaus leaned forward slightly, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and tenderness. “I’d like the invitations to reflect Y/N’s new name. Instead of Y/N Salvatore, I want it to be Y/N Mikaelson.”

The wedding planner’s eyebrows raised in understanding, and she offered a warm smile. “Certainly, Mr. Mikaelson. I’ll ensure that all the invitations are updated to reflect Y/N’s new name. It’s a lovely touch, symbolizing the new chapter you two are beginning together.”

Klaus’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Thank you. It’s important to me that we start this new chapter with the right representation of our unity.”

The wedding planner nodded, making a note on her clipboard. “I’ll make sure it’s taken care of immediately. Is there anything else you need to discuss today?”

Klaus shook his head. “No, I think that covers everything for now. Thank you for your attention to detail.”

As the meeting concluded and the wedding planner left to handle the changes, Klaus sat back in his chair, a sense of contentment washing over him. The thought of your last name officially becoming Mikaelson felt like the perfect prelude to the life you and him were about to build together.

He couldn’t wait to see you walk down the aisle, not just as his bride, but as a symbol of the new beginning and the life you both would share as husband and wife.

The grand hall was transformed into a vision of splendor, with flowing white drapes, sparkling chandeliers, and delicate flowers in soft pastels. The atmosphere was filled with a palpable sense of excitement as the guests took their seats, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the bride.

Kol and Elijah stood at the entrance, their faces reflecting a mixture of pride and joy. Kol turned to Elijah, a grin on his face. “Can you believe this day has finally come?”

Elijah’s smile was warm as he adjusted his suit. “It feels like just yesterday we were at odds with her brothers and friends. Now, look at us. Proudly walking her down the aisle.”

As the classical music began to play, the grand doors of the hall opened. you appeared, a vision of grace and beauty in your exquisite wedding gown. Kol and Elijah each took one of your arms, the faces filled with admiration.

Kol whispered, “You look absolutely stunning, Y/N.”

Your eyes sparkled with tears of happiness as she looked at Kol. “Thank you, Kol. I’m so grateful to have you both here with me.”

Elijah gave you a reassuring smile. “We wouldn’t be anywhere else. This is a special moment for all of us.”

As the three of you began walking down the aisle, the guests rose in respect. One by one, they bowed, a gesture of honor for you. The sight brought a fresh wave of emotion to your eyes. You squeezed Kol and Elijah’s arms gently.

“Look at this,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s like a dream.”

Kol looked around, his expression softened by the sight of their beloved sister-in-law. “It’s a testament to the impact you’ve made on all our lives.”

As the three of you reached the front of the hall, Klaus stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on you. His heart raced with anticipation and love. Kol and Elijah guided you to Klaus, each giving you a tender kiss on the cheek.

Elijah placed a hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “She’s all yours now. Treat her well.”

Klaus nodded, his eyes never leaving you. “I promise, I’ll cherish her always.”

Kol clapped Klaus on the back with a grin. “Now go make her the happiest woman in the world.”

Klaus took your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. “You look more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”

Your eyes shimmered with tears as you replied, “And you look just as perfect as I dreamed you would.”

The ceremony began, with the officiant guiding them through their vows. As Klaus and you exchanged promises, the voices were filled with deep emotion.

Klaus looked at you, his voice steady but full of love. “Y/N, you’ve shown me what it means to truly live and love. I vow to stand by you, to support you, and to cherish every moment we share.”

Your voice was a soft whisper as you responded, “Klaus, you’ve brought so much joy into my life. I promise to be by your side, through every challenge and triumph, and to love you endlessly.”

When Klaus and you sealed your and his vows with a kiss, the hall erupted in applause and cheers. The guests clapped and shouted their congratulations, their joy matching the happiness that radiated from the newlyweds.

As the ceremony concluded, Klaus and you shared a private moment, your hands clasped tightly together. He looked at her, his voice filled with wonder. “This day has been everything I hoped for and more.”

You smiled, your heart overflowing with love. “It’s perfect. Just like us.”

The reception that followed was filled with laughter, joy, and heartfelt toasts. Friends and family celebrated the union of Klaus and you , the love story now a beautiful part of his and your lives.

The day was a testament to the journey and the future together, a day marked by love, respect, and the beginning of a new chapter as husband and wife

As the after-party continued, the grand hall was alive with laughter and music. Guests danced and celebrated the newlyweds, their joy filling the room. The atmosphere was vibrant and festive, but amidst the revelry, you found herself feeling a quiet pang of sadness.

Klaus, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor. He approached you, his expression softening with concern. “Is everything alright, love?” he asked gently, taking your hand.

You offered him a brave smile, trying to push away your lingering sadness. “Yes, everything’s perfect. It’s just… I can’t help but feel a bit disappointed.”

Klaus looked at you with understanding. “I know you were hoping that your brothers and friends would be here to share this special day with us. It must be hard not having them present.”

You nodded, your smile wavering slightly. “I tried not to let it get to me, but it’s hard not to wish they were here. They’ve been such a big part of my life, and it feels strange not having them around today.”

Klaus pulled you into a tender embrace, his voice soothing. “I wish they could have been here too, but I want you to know that you have all of us. Kol, Elijah, Rebekah, and I we’re your family now, and we’re here for you.”

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know, Klaus. And I’m so grateful for all of you. It’s just… I hoped that maybe things could have been different.”

Klaus cupped your face gently in his hands. “Sometimes, the people we hope to be there for us aren’t able to be. But that doesn’t lessen the love and support you have from those who are. And I promise, we’ll make sure that our future is filled with the happiness and love you deserve.”

Your gaze softened, and she nodded. “You’re right. I’m so lucky to have you and your family in my life.”

Klaus leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Let’s focus on the joy of today and the wonderful future we’re building together. Tonight is about us and the new chapter we’re starting.”

You took a deep breath, your heart swelling with appreciation for Klaus’s understanding and love. You managed a genuine smile as you looked around at the festivities. “You’re right. Let’s enjoy this moment and celebrate what we have.”

Klaus took your hand and guided you back into the midst of the celebration. As you and him rejoined the party, you made a conscious effort to immerse herself in the joy of the evening. You danced, laughed, and celebrated with Klaus and friends, savoring the happiness of the special day.

Months after the wedding, Klaus and you settled into a new life together in New Orleans. The days were filled with the routine of adjusting to married life and blending the worlds. The home was warm and welcoming, a haven of love and comfort.

One afternoon, Klaus and you visited a local witch known for her expertise in mystical matters. You had been feeling a bit off lately unexplained fatigue and strange cravings that you couldn’t quite explain. You and him had decided to seek the witch’s advice to get to the bottom of it.

In the witch’s cozy, dimly lit shop, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense. The witch, an elderly woman with wise eyes, performed a series of rituals and spells, her movements graceful and precise. Klaus and you watched with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Finally, the witch looked up from her work, her expression a mix of surprise and wonder. “I have something to tell you both,” she began, her voice gentle but firm. “You are expecting.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and Klaus’s face mirrored her surprise. “Expecting what?” Klaus asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and concern.

The witch nodded, her gaze steady. “A child. You’re going to have a baby.”

Your hand flew to your mouth, your eyes filled with confusion. “But we’re vampires… and I’m part witch. How is this possible?”

The witch’s eyes twinkled with a hint of mystery. “Even with your vampire nature and witch heritage, it is not entirely impossible. The blend of your unique traits has created a rare and remarkable situation. It appears that your combined magical essence has made this possible.”

Klaus took your hand, his mind racing. “Are you saying this is a stable situation? Can we expect this to be safe for Y/N and the baby?”

The witch gave a reassuring nod. “Yes, it’s a rare occurrence, but it can be managed. You’ll need to be cautious and take extra care throughout the pregnancy. There will be challenges, but your combined strength and support will be crucial.”

You looked up at Klaus, your eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “A baby… I never imagined this could happen. But it’s a beautiful possibility.”

Klaus squeezed your hand gently, his voice filled with warmth. “Neither did I, but this is a gift we can cherish. We’ll face whatever comes our way together.”

The witch smiled kindly at them. “You’ll need to prepare for some unique adjustments and seek regular magical guidance, but remember that this is a new and wonderful journey for both of you.”

As you both left the witch’s shop, you and Klaus walked hand in hand, your and his minds abuzz with thoughts of the future. The news was overwhelming, but the love and support you both shared gave you and him strength.

“Whatever challenges we face, we’ll face them together,” Klaus said softly, looking at you with a mixture of love and determination.

You nodded, your heart swelling with hope. “Yes, together. We’ll embrace this new chapter and make the most of this incredible blessing.”

As you and him walked back to their home, the city of New Orleans seemed to shimmer with a new promise. The journey ahead was unknown, but you and Klaus were ready to face it with love and courage, eager to welcome the new life you both were about to bring into the world.

As Klaus and you entered the house, Kol, Elijah, and Rebekah were gathered in the living room. They looked up, noticing the serious expressions on his and your faces.

“What’s going on?” Kol asked, his curiosity piqued. “You both look like you’ve got big news.”

You took a deep breath and smiled. “We do. We’re expecting a baby.”

The room fell silent as the news sunk in. Kol’s eyes widened in disbelief, Rebekah’s face lit up with excitement, and Elijah’s expression shifted to one of astonished joy.

“No way!” Kol exclaimed. “Are you serious? How is that even possible?”

You nodded, your smile steady. “It’s due to my unique nature as part vampire and part witch. The witch confirmed that the baby is on the way.”

Rebekah’s face lit up with joy. “Oh my goodness, this is wonderful! I can’t believe it!”

Kol, still processing the news, suddenly grinned. “This means I’m going to be the favorite uncle. Just you wait.”

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. “In your dreams, Kol. I’m going to be the favorite aunt. Y/N and I have always had a special bond, and the baby will feel that.”

Kol scoffed playfully. “Oh, please. We both know how much Y/N and I have been through together. The baby will naturally love me more.”

Elijah, who had been watching the playful exchange with a bemused expression, decided to weigh in. “Don’t be so sure, Kol. I plan on being an exceptional uncle myself. I’ve always been the one to give the best advice and support.”

Kol and Rebekah both turned to Elijah, their playful arguments now joined by his enthusiasm.

Rebekah grinned. “You’re not getting out of this. The baby will have a special bond with me because Y/N and I have always been close. I’m going to be the favorite.”

Kol laughed, shaking his head. “Not a chance. I’m going to make sure the little one has a blast with me. It’s just how things will work out.”

Elijah chimed in with a chuckle. “Oh, so now you think you’re the only one who can make the baby laugh? I’ll have you know I have some pretty impressive tricks up my sleeve as well.”

Klaus and you exchanged amused glances, yours and his smiles reflecting the warmth and joy you and him felt despite the playful bickering. Klaus shook his head, his eyes twinkling with affection.

“This is going to be quite the adventure,” Klaus said, his voice filled with affection. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You nodded, your heart full of gratitude. “Yes, it’s going to be an amazing journey. And I’m so glad to have all of you by our side.”

The argument continued with laughter and good-natured teasing, each sibling eager to claim their role in the new baby’s life. Despite the lighthearted competition, it was clear that the love and support from Klaus’s siblings were unwavering. The prospect of becoming uncles and aunts had energized them, and they were ready to embrace this new chapter with excitement and affection.

Nine months later, the time came for you to give birth. Klaus and you had chosen to have the baby at a secluded, magical location, deep within a sanctuary protected by powerful witches. This place was known for its ancient magic and tranquil surroundings, providing a safe and serene environment for the birth of your child.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the mystical landscape, you were surrounded by a circle of trusted witches who guided you through the process. Klaus stood by your side, holding your hand and offering support with a reassuring presence.

The atmosphere in the sanctuary was charged with anticipation and a deep sense of reverence. The ancient spells and enchantments woven into the surroundings created a protective barrier, ensuring a safe and peaceful delivery.

When your daughter finally made her entrance into the world, the room was filled with a gentle, otherworldly light. You and Klaus gazed down at the newborn with awe and wonder. The baby’s cries were soft and delicate, echoing through the sanctuary as if announcing her arrival to the world.

Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol had arrived just in time to witness the momentous occasion. They approached quietly, their eyes filled with emotion as they saw the new life that had joined their family.

Klaus carefully cradled the baby in his arms, his face illuminated with a radiant smile. “She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Elijah stepped forward, his gaze softening as he looked at the tiny baby. “Congratulations. She’s beautiful.”

Klaus nodded, his eyes never leaving his daughter. “We’ve decided to name her Hope.”

Elijah’s eyes widened slightly, touched by the name. “Hope? That’s a meaningful name.”

Klaus’s gaze met Elijah’s, gratitude evident in his eyes. “Yes, it’s inspired by what you said. You mentioned that this child would be our family’s hope. It felt right.”

Elijah’s smile grew, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m honored. She truly is a symbol of hope for all of us.”

Rebekah, who had been waiting with bated breath, stepped closer. “She’s absolutely precious. I can’t wait to get to know her.”

Kol, never one to miss a chance for playful banter, grinned. “So, who’s going to be the favorite uncle? Because I’m planning on being that.”

Rebekah laughed, shaking her head. “In your dreams, Kol. I’m going to be the favorite. Y/N and I have always had a special bond, and that baby will feel it.”

Kol shot her a teasing look. “We’ll see about that. I’ve got plenty of time to win her over.”

Elijah, joining in on the fun, added his own lighthearted comment. “Don’t forget, I also intend to be an exceptional uncle. I’ve got my own ways of winning her heart.”

You, holding Hope close, shared a knowing glance with Klaus. You both smiled at the playful competition among the family.

As the family gathered around, their laughter and conversation filled the sanctuary with warmth and love. The arrival of Hope had brought them all closer together, and they were ready to embrace this new chapter with excitement and joy. The sanctuary, with its ancient magic and serene ambiance, had witnessed the beginning of a new legacy, one filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.

The next morning, the sanctuary buzzed with even more excitement. Klaus and you had barely managed a few hours of sleep, and as you both made way to the common room, you and him were met with a scene that was both hilarious and heartwarming.

Elijah was pacing around the room with a smug look, holding Hope like she was the crown jewel of the family. “I’m telling you, this is a delicate operation,” he said, his tone full of mock seriousness. “She needs to be held just so.”

Rebekah, who had been trying to coax Hope with an assortment of plush toys and soothing songs, looked up with a mix of frustration and determination. “Elijah, she’s only a day old! You’re not making her into a royal guard. Let me have my turn!”

Kol, not to be left out, was making exaggerated faces and funny noises, trying to get Hope to giggle. “Come on, Hope! Don’t you want to see what your favorite uncle has in store?”

You and Klaus, feeling slightly overwhelmed but amused, tried to approach your and his daughter. You reached out. “Can we please have a turn? We haven’t had a chance to hold her since yesterday.”

Elijah, with an exaggerated sigh, gently cradled Hope closer. “Not yet, Y/N. We’re conducting important bonding sessions here. It’s for her own good.”

Rebekah chimed in, holding up a rattle. “Seriously, Nik? If you want a turn, you’ll have to wait until I’m done with my magical lullabies. Hope needs to be serenaded.”

Kol, seeing you and Klaus's frustration, grinned and mockingly said, “Ah, so you’re trying to make us look like the bad guys now? Well, in that case, I suppose you’ll have to wait for the ‘Grand Uncle Award’ ceremony.”

Klaus, trying to keep a straight face, said, “Look, we just want a moment. We’ve been waiting patiently, and all we get are these ridiculous competitions.”

Elijah, now with a mischievous glint in his eye, raised an eyebrow. “We’re just having a little fun. You two need to relax and enjoy the show. Besides, Hope’s already part of our little competition.”

Rebekah, chuckling, added, “And don’t forget, we’ve been practicing our best baby-holding techniques for ages. You’ll appreciate the results.”

Despite their best efforts to regain control, Klaus and you find yourselves laughing at the absurdity of the situation. You and him are surrounded by family who were clearly thrilled to be involved in every aspect of the new arrival’s life.

You finally managed to coax Rebekah into handing over Hope. “Alright, everyone. We appreciate the enthusiasm, but we really do need to have some time with our daughter.”

Rebekah, with a playful pout, reluctantly handed Hope to you. “Fine, fine. But remember, we’re all watching to see if you live up to our high standards.”

As you and Klaus held Hope, you both were filled with overwhelming love and joy. The playful bickering and affectionate competition among Klaus’s siblings had only added to the warmth of the moment.

As you and him looked around at the laughing, loving family, Klaus and you knew that your and his daughter was entering a world full of care, humor, and boundless affection. The day’s events had been a reminder of how cherished Hope was and how deeply she was loved by everyone around her.

At Least I’m Not Alone at the Wake

jason todd x fem!reader

aka how jason feels safe even when he feels like he’s dying

HEY today we’re going to play a game where we practice reblogging fics: if you read this and like it—reblog!! lets try to get a 100:100 reblog:like ratio ie, if you like and dont reblog im blocking ur ass

warnings: angst w comfort throughout

It took less than thirty seconds for the silence of the night to drift into sounds of shrieks echoing off the buildings along the street. The sharp contrast had you and Jason bolting upright on the couch, ears on alert. It only took a few seconds more of listening for you to realize you’re not hearing shouting—it’s laughter. Maniacal, uncontrolled laughter. 

There’s a beat as you both freeze upon the implication, the unsettling realization dropping in on you. You barely have a moment to process it before Jason’s pushing up from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.

“Close the window,” he grumbles.

You blink as you register his words before jumping up to do as told, quickly sliding the frame shut and locking it. He returns soon with an armful of towels in hand, and you stand back as he stuffs a couple along the window sill with rough movements. He goes throughout the apartment, doing the same to the other windows. He rounds back to the living room window, looking down at the street with a heavy look on his face. 

You trust that the towels will do their job in preventing the laughing gas from getting in the apartment, but they’re unable to block out the bellows of hysteria.

He backs away from the window, letting the living room wall hold his weight. You both listen to the harrowing echoes with still bodies. 

You watch him, waiting for a reaction. You don’t mean to, but you know you’re looking at him like he’s a loaded spring. You try not to, you know how much he hates how his family does that to him, but fuck, it’s hard not to worry about him. .

When Joker incidents have come up, they’ve usually been something you’re able to ignore or even get ahead of and drive out of the city. But this is raucous and chaotic, clearly enough to shut down the city from the inside. Besides, Jason would be booking it out of here if he thought there was any chance of a clean getaway in this.

But you know he’s got no interest in inserting himself in anything Joker related, especially something so destabilizing. But, while  you know Jason’s family cares about him, of course they do, but you’ve noticed they sometimes put Gotham’s needs first and his second. So the severity of this attack is concerning for you for two reasons.

“Will they…” you shuffle, “Will they need you?”

He’s quick to answer, voice firm. “No.” A long moment passes before he adds on, quieter, “They won’t want me out there.”

You nod to yourself, trying to relax your body. You being on edge isn’t going to help him.

You watch as his head thumps against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. He’s tough—you know he’s tough. He can withstand a hell of a lot more than you’ll probably ever even know. But even for Gotham, this is a lot. And even for someone who hasn’t been through what Jason has, the ringing repetitions of laughter are maddening. You wonder if this is what the Joker hears in his head. You wonder if this is what Jason heard.

The intensity of the laughing increases, more people likely becoming exposed to the gas. You think you can hear it in one of your neighbor’s apartments too.

He thumps his head against the drywall again, hands clenching at his sides. It takes one more forceful thud for you to move over to him, cradling your hand to the side of his head, holding him still. He lets you, though still doesn’t open his eyes.

“Jay,” you say softly, stroking his hair. “Let’s take a shower, yeah?” Normally you’d try for a bath to calm him instead but you hope the waterfall from the shower might be enough to drown out the noise.

He takes a second to respond, letting your hand bear the weight of his head. “Yeah.”

His voice is splintered though, and his shoulders droop as he stands up. He waits to move until you start to lead him, flinching at every spike of laughter. You reach back and take his hand, giving it two squeezes. He squeezes your hand back but doesn’t loosen his grip.

As you enter the bathroom he wastes no time getting straight to the shower nozzle and turning it on. You press the door shut behind you, sealing out a decent portion of the chaos. You decide against turning the overhead light on, opting instead to let the small pink-shaded lamp provide a warm glow that you can easily maneuver throughout the shadows in. You figure he needs a more tranquil atmosphere than the harsh white light the bathroom ceiling can provide.

You turn to him in time to catch him pulling his shirt up harshly, movements jerked and impatient.

You place a gentle hand on his forearm, “Hey.”

He pauses his actions, eyes on the floor.

You don’t say anything else, but he understands your objection regardless. You remove your touch and he peels his shirt off slower, kinder to himself. 

You wait to make sure he continues this method with the rest of his clothes before you start to remove yours.

The downpour of water on the tiles does it’s intended job in creating your own little sanctum away from the noise. You climb into the shower after him, standing in the stray mist sprays that made their way past him. The bits of water that do manage their way to you are hot—not scalding, but hot enough that you know his chest is going to start getting numb very soon standing in front of the stream like this. 

You trace lines over the muscles of his back, outlining them and every little indent of a scar. When you run out of canvas on his back you move onto his arms, right then left.

It’s not until you trace down his wrist that you realize his head is angled down. You don’t need to be standing in front of him to know that his focus is zeroed in on his scar and you’re not sure how long it's been that way. Too long, in any case.

“Jay,” you say so softly that the water nearly drowns you out. “Will you look at me, please?”

He does turn to you, slowly, but he doesn’t look up.

You hold his face in your hands, nudging him to look up at you. He looks tired, drained. 

You know he has to hear that laughter in a different way than you do. It’s uncomfortable and frightening for you, but for him, it’s layers upon layers of the sound he heard while he was being beaten to death. And even beyond that horrible trauma, the reminder of it brings forth every memory of what happened afterwards, not to mention the heavy baggage you know he feels over being here at all. And you can see it all mulling behind his eyes.

“You know I love you,” you tell him with sincerity. His gaze stays heavy and you can tell it’s a struggle for him to hold the eye contact.

You lean up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, catching his bottom lip slightly. Your next kiss meets his lips fully. You have to push up on your toes a little bit but he does the work of meeting you halfway. It’s a slow, intimate exchange, as fluid and serene as breathing.

“I love all of you,” you murmur against his lips. You let your hands fall to his chest, resting as gently as they can over his pecs. “Everything about you.”

You kiss the top of his Y scar, trailing down soft pecks to where it forks off. You feel his shoulders sag a bit, tension forcing its way out of him. You lean down to continue your kisses down the vertical line marking his abdomen, your hands lightly following in your wake.

He says your name painfully, like he’s begging you to stop. You’ll give him partial reprieve, taking his hands in yours and kissing his scarred knuckles. It’s his instinct to push affection away, you know that, but you also know that he needs it. That’s why he doesn’t stop you now—he knows he needs it—it’s just a lot for him all at once, emotionally. Which is why he gives no warning before he picks you up by your thighs and pulls you close. 

He’s got you a full head higher than him and he uses the difference to hide his face in your neck. Sometimes he feels like that’s the only place he can go. He maneuvers you around so your back is pressed up against the wall as you hold each other tight.

You stay in there like that until the water runs cold, and then some. You have to nudge him a bit into setting you back down then, but he does, letting you collect and wrap the both of you in towels. The second the water turns off you can hear the cackling through the walls. 

As you return to the bedroom, he only bothers to pull on a pair of boxers before collapsing his weight onto the mattress. The lack of layers won’t help him any, but you know why he did it.

He can’t always look after himself the way he should—he disregards his own needs and has trouble even thinking of what could help him. You’ve developed a mind for it though—for him—and you know that being exposed and vulnerable like this isn’t going to help him calm down. He prefers being covered up when he’s stressed, it gives him more security, you think.

You open up the dresser and dig through for his most comfortable hoodie and sweatpants. He takes them from you, but he looks remiss at the thought of exerting anymore energy right now, so you help him tug on the clothes, successfully blocking out the now icy air from the AC. 

Once he’s fully clothed he pulls you forward to sit on his lap. You stumble a bit on the way but he compensates by holding you very tight, not giving your body any option to fall. His grip on you tells you that he’s not concerned with you getting dressed too, which you’re perfectly willing to oblige.

You have to force him to let you break away a little bit so you can reach over to the nightstand and grab your phone and earbuds.

“Movie or music?”

He doesn’t say anything, only nods his head once at the end of your sentence. You take that to mean music and open up your playlist on your phone, handing him the headphones.

There’s a harsh spike in the hysterics outside, mixed with what sounds like screams, and it has Jason flinching hard. You think you can see tears welled in his eyes as he fumbles to get the headphones in his ears. He takes the phone from you and picks the first song he sees and turns the volume up, up, up.

You shift yourself around so that you’re laying back against the pillows, giving him room to lay down over your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist with a firm grip. You pull the hood up over his head, but keep your hands woven underneath, threading through his hair. 

His cheek mushes against your bare stomach, and with the way he’s laying, you’re sure the earbuds are digging uncomfortably into his ear. He makes no effort to move in any case. You can hear the song playing word for word, and while the noise exposure concerns you, if there was ever a time to let it go, it would be now.

You’re both wrapped up nicely in the blankets and you can only see the tip of his nose and a few strands of ivory hair strewn past his forehead. Despite all the snug layers, he shakes a bit under your touch.

He falls asleep before the problem outside gets wrapped up, and you turn down the music. Not all the way, just enough that he can rest in peace. 

After a while the giggles die down and aside from a few first responder sirens, things get quiet again. About twenty minutes later, Nightwing ducks in through your window and scares the hell out of you. The interaction does not, however, wake Jason up, which is how you know tonight took a very heavy toll on him.

Even though the lights aren’t on in your bedroom you slide down from the pillows a bit more and let the blanket and Jason drown your chest out from visibility.

Nightwing gives you a silent, if not awkward, wave and scans over Jason. Even in the dark can see the worry in his eyes. He looks back up at you and throws up a questioning thumbs up with a tilt of his head.

You nod and he nods back slowly as he takes one more look at his brother before hopping out the window.

You peer down at Jason and brush his curls back gently. His hold on you tightens just a bit as he turns in his sleep.

reblog or get out seriously

this is such an interesting character, i would love to read about how she and maura will be togrther.

lots of love, saph

SFW ALPHABET HEADCANON

Andreas Sarah Gallagher

OC from Heart and Isles

Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction

A/N: Hello there! To anyone reading this, know that this is the first time I've worked on an Alphabet SFW, so please be kind. So, this is about Andreas —Andy — Gallagher, the main character of a Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction I'm working on. Note that the story’s title may change. Feel free to share your thoughts about Andy :)

[If you’d like to be tagged in the upcoming posts, please let me know in the comments or in my dm. It’s free and I don’t bite :) ]

A is for Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Andy likes to keep her privacy. It means that no matter how close she wants to be to Maura, she will keep a minimum distance in all public places in order to protect their private lives. However, around loved ones and friends — such as her best friend or Jane’s family — Andy almost always has some kind of physical contact with Maura, whether it’s a hand on her thigh, the small of her back, or her hand. I think her main way of expressing her affection is through touch, although sometimes she will choose to simply offer Maura a little something, help her out with something or simply make time for her.

B is for Best friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

As a best friend, Andy is always willing to drop everything just to be there. She knows the importance of a healthy friendship and takes her role very seriously. Therefore, although her work is extremely demanding, she will always make sure to have time for her loved ones. Her friendship with Pierce began years ago when they both trained to be firefighters. Over time, they’ve become somewhat like siblings, and hardly ever do you see one without the other. All of her relationships spring more or less from her work environment, i.e. her best friend or Maura.

C is for Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Andy actually loves to cuddle. Behind her tough-girl mask, she’s in fact a person with a very big heart who’s tired of having to settle for her best friend’s hugs. She loves the way Maura snuggles up to her on the couch after a long day or the way their bodies mingle during the night. Sometimes, she’s the one who needs to be cuddled. In these cases, she finds comfort against Maura’s body, her arms around her waist, her head in the hollow of her neck.

D if for Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

Had life not decided otherwise, Andy would have settled down for good. Before the accident, she had what she had always wanted, the job of her dreams, a home, and a fiancée. She no longer knows if she’s ready to repeat this journey. Still, maybe Maura will be able to change her mind. Andy’s pretty good at keeping things neat and tidy. Her motto is — minimalism, — she travels light. Everything that doesn’t belong in her apartment is removed.

E is for Ending: If they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it? Why would they do it?

Andy hasn’t been involved with anyone for a while since the accident. Whenever she has to end her so-called flings, she sticks to clear and direct words. One might argue she’s deadly cold, but that’s only because she doesn’t want to get attached. If she has to break up with someone she really likes and has been with for a while, it’s more complicated. She relies on her best friend’s advice, seeking to put some distance between herself and her S/O, before confronting the person, eyes filled with tears and hands shaking. I believe the main reason she would do it is fear. She’s not willing to relive the pain of the past and therefore deprives herself of happiness. But then again, there are several other factors that might lead her to end a relationship.

F is for Fiancé(e): How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Andy has known this feeling of commitment before. She’s been there. Until Maura, it wasn’t even something she considered possible — at least not anymore. She needs time — lots of time — to admit that maybe, she has thought about it. A part of her wants to give it a try, if she had to choose who to spend her life with, it would be Maura, inevitably.

G is for Gentle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Rare are the ones who are familiar with the softest side of her. Both physically and emotionally, Andy guards this part of herself and only shares it with those closest to her. Pierce was the first to break through her shell. Though his son also benefits from such attention, Maura’s the one enjoying it the most. Andy always makes sure to take care of the doctor — whatever she needs, the firefighter provides.

H is for Hugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

She doesn’t like hugging everyone, instead preferring a good handshake — especially with strangers or those she barely knows. Now, when it comes to Pierce, they tend not to hug very often — only when one of them feels the need to. With Maura, it’s different. She likes to hug her when she’s making herself tea, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on the doctor’s shoulder. She loves the way their bodies collide together after one of them’s life has been put on the line. When they’re together, they often happily bury themselves in each other’s arms.

I is for "I love you": How do they say the L-word? When do they say the L-word?

She thinks about it for a while, not daring to take a step and not even knowing how. One morning it just slips out of her mouth. Looking for her pager, she disturbs Maura who’s getting ready in the bathroom, planting a quick kiss on her lips as the device begins to ring in her hand. Not until she reaches the station will she realize what she said.

J is for Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Andy was never really the jealous type. Still, she has her moments. Being in a relationship with a very well-known woman such as Maura has its inconveniences. It’s not uncommon for the doctor to be flirted with — right and left — by men and women. Her insecurities grow when she feels an emotional connection is present between the person and Maura.

K is for Kisses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

Andy is what you might call a kiss stealer. One long kiss just makes her crave for more — she often pecks Maura’s lips over and over again, eager for more. She’s a rather good kisser, always soft, gentle and sensual. Kissing her loved ones on their forehead or temple is her thing. She loves the way Maura kisses her knuckles whenever she’s comforting her.

L is for Little ones: How are they around children?

After the accident, Andy promised herself she’d stick to being the cool aunt. With Eden, it’s easy. She has known him since he was born, taught him the basics of her favorites sports and showed him around the firehouse. It’s also a child she can give back to his father as soon as she gets tired. Andy loves kids, she just doesn’t always know how to deal with them.

M is for Morning: How are mornings spent with them?

Mornings can be tough as a firefighter. They often mean the end of a 24-hour shift and with so little sleep, it’s with half-closed eyes that Andy finds the comfort of her bed. No matter how long she’s been doing this job, she’s still moody on those kinds of mornings. Andy enjoys following her regular routine before each 24-hour shift. That means waking up at the crack of dawn to go for a run, taking a cold shower and feeding herself a protein smoothy. Anything goes wrong — her whole day will be awfully dreadful. She loves Sundays and off days. Then she has time to be lazy, sleeping in and cuddling with Maura.

N is for Night: How are nights spent with them?

Andy knows that her schedule doesn't always match up with Maura's. Every chance she gets, she takes the opportunity to spend time with her or their loved ones. The Dirty Robber becomes over time their safe place — date nights, nights out with friends or parties. When both have the opportunity to be home at night, evenings include the two of them curled up on the couch, glasses of wine in hand, files or books in view. They both need a break and know how to remind each other of that.

O is for Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Andy has a LOT to explain. But I feel like Maura does too. They both had complicated childhoods and experienced their quota of traumas in adult life. Andy won’t talk about it —whether it’s about her childhood, her former life or her work related traumas— she won’t say anything, not if the subject doesn’t come up. But when it does though, she’s brutally honest, trying to hide her emotions with a joke or two and a half-hearted smile.

P is for Patience - how easily angered are they?

Andy is pretty patient. She was born to be a leader, she knows when and how to lead her people. It's unusual for her to lose her temper. Due to her childhood, she knows how to handle difficult situations and wait for the right moment. However, she has absolutely no patience when it comes to people hurting her loved ones. Anyone who dares to mess with Maura or any member of Andy’s family will have to face the consequences.

Q is for Quizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing? Or do they kind of forget everything?

Andy is the kind of person who remembers everything. She’s good at memorizing details about her loved ones, especially Maura. She spent hours studying the doctor's face and how each emotion affects it. Her hands have been over the curves of Maura’s body so many times that Andy would be willing to retrace them blindfolded. While she occasionally forgets things that have been said to her, Andy tends to swallow every word that comes out of Maura’s mouth, so she rarely forgets anything.

R is for Remember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

Andy’s favorite moment in her relationship with Maura is their first kiss. The way they both gave in to the urge without worrying about the following day. The firefighter hadn't craved a woman's kiss as much as she did at that moment since losing her ex-fiancé.

S is for Security: How (over)protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

Andy will never stop fighting to protect her loved ones. In fact, it’s part of her job. If you imagine that Andy would run into a burning building or throw herself in front of a bullet to save Maura, well, you are right. If she has the opportunity to save the woman she loves this time, then she will not hesitate.

T is for Try: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?

Andy’s a busy woman. Saving Boston citizens and putting out fires is no easy task, but that doesn’t mean she won’t take the time to spend quality time with Maura. She does her best every day to prove to the doctor that her heart still belongs to her — visit her at work with her favorite treat, buy her favorite flowers/plants on her way home, or even throw surprise parties for her birthday/some other success in her career.

U is for Ugly: What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Andy tends to click her pen repeatedly. She also has a bad habit of biting her lips and playing with her keys when she is nervous.

V is for Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

Andy isn’t too concerned about her looks, but she has a healthy lifestyle and knows how to make an effort when necessary. On a daily basis, she switches between uniforms, sportswear, and casual wear. She doesn’t try to look good but still does. It’s a ‘natural thing’ as Dimitri loves to put it.

W is for Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

Andy is a person in her own right. She learned long ago that she doesn’t need anyone to survive. Sure, the absence will create a feeling of incompleteness, but it is nothing compared to what she has already experienced. However, she believes that to live to the fullest, she needs all the pieces of her puzzle.

X is for Xtra: (A) Random headcanon(s) for them

Andy grew up playing many different sports. She loves keeping up with soccer, hockey, and baseball games, whether it’s on TV or the radio. The best thing according to her remains to experience the game live. She’ll end up dragging Maura to a soccer game, even if it means spending half of it explaining the rules to her.

Y is for Yuck: What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner

Some sort of violence, whether psychological or physical.

Z is for Zzz: what are some sleep habits of theirs?

Recall three positive moments of the day, as advised by the station’s psychologist.

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DIVORCING ORION BLACK | CHAPTER FOUR

04 : BEGINNINGS

CHPT. SUM. : beginning new things is always fun. getting to know your sons, them finally being able to experience having a loving mother, sirius going to school, and you planning for everything that was yet to come so that everyone gets to the happy ending they deserve. 

LENGTH : 11.8k

TAGS : domestic fluff ; orion being a bad father ; original walburga being a nuisance ; reader being an amazing mother and an amazing cook ; regulus has food preferences ; brotherhood between sirius and regulus ; marauders spotted in the wild ; sirius and regulus being precious babies ; reader disrespecting walburga ; mentions of infertility ; mentions of divorce ; lots of future planning

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9th August 1971 

It, surprisingly, took very little to get past Orion on the topic of changing Sirius and Regulus’ private tutors. However, when you truly looked at his workaholic tendencies, your initial surprise should have been the more startling reaction — of course, he wouldn’t care, he’s too fixated on the happenings with his position on the Wizengamot to be aware of much else, discounting the protective wards he put up around the property. Nevertheless, it was good news for you and your boys. Finally, they would be getting more suitable tutors, who catered to their learning needs in a more digestible way. You had only recently sent out the notice, though, so you don’t expect many replies to be coming in soon. Your only wish was to have fallen into this universe sooner, that way you would have had more time with Sirius before he left to attend Hogwarts as a first year. 

Walburga didn’t have a formal occupation other than monitor her boys so having Sirius leave for his first year would mean less work for her and, subsequently, you. However, it’s not as if she needed the money; she’s the matriarch of an incredibly privileged family, meaning that her financial worries are close to non-existent. Both, the affluent family fortune and her lack of professional ambitions have you stumped, it’s something you’re not used to at all. Perhaps that’s why she’s so obsessed with control and the activity of her two sons; it’s not healthy and you don’t even want to attempt to understand what she was thinking—

“Of course you won’t!” Walburga snarls from the depths of your consciousness, her tone dripping with malice and a hint of something sinister. “I don’t expect someone who failed at becoming a mother to understand the right and true tribulations of bringing up children,” 

“…how did you know that?” you ask aloud, no longer satisfied with simply trying to call for the bitch - Walburga’s - attention in your head. She didn’t seem to want to reply, which only made your blood boil; her prolonged silence, the trigger to releasing your rapidly escalating rage.  How dare she?! How dare she strike you where it hurts the most, only to turn completely unresponsive when you demand answers, “Answer me!”  Thick tensions fill the room when she does not answer, the silence suffocating and poisonous. Taking a slow, deep breath, you engage control over your anxious heart and trembling hands once more. 

Work. You need work. Something to focus on so that you don’t dwell on memories that will only bring you heartache. It worked before so it’ll work for you now. It had worked so well, in fact, that you were able to build an empire out of it, perhaps you could replicate the same results this time. 

“Screw you then, ugly pig, I have more important matters to attend to anyway,” pulling out a drawer, you scatter your notes across the desk and move with fretful fever but, also, enthusiasm above them. No matter the change of environment, you can always trust in your habits to push you forward. Walburga mainly worked on keeping the boys in line as the official matriarch of the Black household but that’s all her world revolved around, she had no hobbies or any close friends other than her relatives whom she communicated with, somewhat, regularly. With a guilty ache in your chest, you kept a gradually growing stack of letters in the bottom-most drawer of the hard oak desk, not yet knowing how to respond to people you barely knew. However, you suppose their relations to a character like Walburaga make it slightly easier to ignore their communications. The affiliation doesn’t warrant your precious time. If you could send a passive-aggressive email, you might be more willing, but the extended process of having to write out the letters and then send them via owl wasn’t worthwhile. 

The priority on your list of important affairs is ensuring your boys’ happy and safe future. Sirius will not have to choose between Regulus and his friends, he will not suffer being blasted off the family tree, he will not have to be ashamed of his family, he will not have to witness his close friend’s death through another’s betrayal, and he will not be forced to go to Azkaban. Similarly, Regulus will not have to suffer Sirius abandoning him, he will not have to face his prejudicial parents alone, he will not be forced into getting the dark mark, he will not have to make the sacrifice he had to make at such a young age, he will not die a miserable and lonely death, and he will not be forgotten! You will make sure of it. 

Coming into the world as a Harry Potter and Marauders fan, you’re well-equipped with all the knowledge required to make the right decisions. The only problem is that the Marauders era has been a largely vague timeline that most of the fandom filled in for themselves so you’ll have to tread carefully. This will require meticulous planning, a steady rise to power and a conglomeration of useful allies to help set your plans into motion. Modern-day knowledge and business etiquette will serve you well here. You’ve survived toxic work environments, won in the race to riches, and dealt with all manner of manipulative, sexist swine you could ever think to encounter. If you play your cards right, you’re sure to win. 

“As if a muggle like you could conquer the wizarding world!” Walburga finally makes her appearance once again. And, of course, it’s for the sake of belittling you whilst making your head throb painfully from her distasteful screeches. 

“Shut up,” you hiss unapologetically, resisting the urge to smirk, “Unlike you, I know the future—” breathing the words aloud brings a blaring, singular thought to the front of your mind. The vision you witnessed at the Owl Emporium replays in your head once more…

How in the world did Walburga know about the biting habit of Sirius’ future owl?… 

Several moments pass achingly slow as you anticipate the aggravating screeching of Walburga to return. When no such wailing occurs or interrupts your train of thought, your mind immediately begins to spiral. 

How could Walburga remember being at the Emporium, shopping for Sirius’ first year at Hogwarts when she had yet to go shopping with him in the first place? They couldn’t have already gone, right? Orion would have said something if they were being inefficient enough to go a second time. That or the boys would have definitely made some comment… 

This felt like an urgent matter that needed your immediate attention but you had to prioritise other things for now. It’s not like the original Walburga was going to give you the answers you needed so it wasn’t any use pressing on the matter. It’s best to turn your focus and efforts elsewhere. Peering back at your scattered notes, you raise your newly acquired wand and utter the crafting spell you had learned recently. 

“Libeligare,” As you wave your wand over the desk, activity springs forth. In a flurry of animated pages and whistling currents in the air, your disordered notes compile themselves appropriately before binding themselves into a fresh notebook. It doesn’t have a hard cover and you debate on transfiguring a decorative letter set piece into one but think against it. This will do nicely for the moment. 

Finally, all your detailed plans are in one place. 

10th August 1971 

With nothing better to do and desperate for a decent meal, you address the home-cooked meals situation. Every dish served at the Black household was so unappetising and bland, that you couldn’t believe that the family was one of the most influential and richest families to exist in the wizarding world. You’re beginning to believe that the Blacks were the type of family to indulge in unpalatable spreads with the reasoning that they refuse to eat the same meals as those lesser than them. How childish. Even in your city-centre penthouse, you ordered take-out frequently and ate ordinary home-cooked meals that were comforting and warm. The memories make you compare all the meals you’ve had in Grimmauld Place and blanch abhorrently. This wouldn’t do, especially for your growing boys. They need to be well-fed so that they grow up healthy and strong. 

“Mistress!” Kreacher shrieks behind you, making you jump and spin around all at once. The hunched-over house elf dashes through the kitchen space clumsily and with much vigour, he pulls painfully at his drooping ears as his eyes bulge out from seeing you, his mistress, the matriarch, in the kitchen cooking! Without magic! 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Kreacher,” you chuckle softly and turn back to your food prep, “I’m just trying to cook an easy breakfast for my boys,” if you could truly have it your way then you would cook enough only for you and your two darling sons to eat. Orion would have to sort his own plate. But you’re not divorced yet so you suppose this is a compromise you’ll have to make. 

“I-It is not mistress’ job, let Kreacher do it—!” the house elf, reaches forward to take the kitchen utensils from you but you’re too swift. 

“I want to cook the food Kreacher,” you argue and continue pottering about the kitchen as if it was just another Tuesday morning, all while Kreacher follows you around helplessly. He’s clearly stuck between letting you have your way or forcing you to let him cook instead. Both felt wrong in different ways considering his position as the house elf, and he was brought to a standstill. The poor guy looked ready to throw himself off a cliff from the indecision and panic.  

Having sympathy for the elf, you call to him over your shoulder, “Kreacher can you please pass me the eggs?” this feels like a good even ground to dance on. Soon enough you’ll be teaching Kreacher how to finally relax. Kreacher appeared happy to finally be doing something but as soon as he hesitantly handed over the eggs, he was back to being anxious all over again. Even though you are the matriarch of the household, you supposed you’ll have to share the kitchen with a very distressed house elf for the foreseeable future. 

For the rest of the morning, you’ve asked Kreacher to help you with crisping up the beacon, cleaning the mushrooms, opening up the can of beans, toasting the bread and laying out the table. No more tasteless, boring porridge for breakfast with no toppings, today you’re serving a Full English. Admiring the spread, you thank Kreacher for his assistance before undoing your apron and putting the finishing touches to the dining table just as the rest of the family make it down for breakfast. 

“What is all this?” Orion asks in slight surprise when catching sight of breakfast for the day, “Is today very important?”

“No,” nonchalance keeps your tone controlled just as your precious babies walk through the door and hop into their designated seats at the table, one more enthusiastic than the other, “I’m just tired of plain old porridge every day,”

“Porridge is delicious,” Orion defends.

“Every day?” from the look in his eyes, you don’t know whether or not you’ve bested him so turn a serene smile his way instead, “I can always ask Kreacher to make you porridge if you really want,” 

Orion takes a moment to observe the full, vibrant plate of bacon, toast, grilled tomatoes, sautéed mushrooms, sausages, black pudding, scrambled eggs and beans. If he takes any longer to play indecisive, the food will get cold and your precious babies are waiting on his dainty, princess-ass to make a decision— can you hurry the fuck up?! you want to scream at him. Every meal is started after his first bite (the pretentious, narcissistic douche) so he needs to make up his mind quickly or else you’ll lose yours waiting around! 

“…it’ll be a waste, this will do,” he finally picks up his knife and fork to begin eating and you have to reign yourself in before you roll your eyes too noticeably at his conceited behaviour. Your babies behave better than him. The prick! 

Turning to your boys, you observe Sirius and Regulus digging into their own meals before finally taking a bite out of yours. It felt good to see their eyes light up like that, especially Sirius’ — it makes you want to giggle at how obviously he had been wanting to devour his beans and toast the instant he laid eyes on them. 

Breakfast continues pleasantly as everyone enjoys their meal until you begin to notice some peculiar movement in the corner of your eye. You try to be as subtle as you can, considering the uncommon calm that has fallen over the dining table; it isn’t usually this comfortable around the table so you wanted to preserve the ambience as much as possible. The source of your curious gaze was Sirius and Regulus. 

Covertly, Regulus sneaks spoonfuls of his scrambled eggs onto Sirius’ plate, who proceeds to eat up his younger brother’s share as quickly as possible. Regulus was doing this willingly despite this morning’s breakfast being the first appetising meal he’s had yet. It won’t be the last either. However, from the way Sirius is scarfing down the food whilst trying to remain as silent as possible, it wouldn’t be surprising if Sirius eventually suffers from a stomachache later on. You wonder what could be the matter with the scrambled eggs. Was the seasoning off? Kreacher helped taste test every element of the meal and gave his stellar praise for your unrealised culinary skills so you’re more than a bit confused at the scene. After swallowing all remnants of food in your mouth, you gently raise a question. 

“Regulus?” your youngest freezes up immediately, making your brows furrow but still, you continue in a soft voice, “What’s wrong?” Deep in your chest, you feel your heart clench in worry at the deer-in-headlights expression plastered across Regulus’ cherubic face. 

You are met with only silence, “do you not like your eggs, darling?” you try meeting your youngest’s eyes but he’s terrified to even face your direction. Instead, he’s firmly steered his gaze down to his lap and keeps it there, frozen in place. 

There’s a slam of the table and everyone stiffens. At the head, Orion stares disapprovingly at Regulus, who begins to tremble like a leaf, “How rude!” the patriarch spits with such force and bite that his saliva lands halfway down the lengthy dining table. He’s so scandalised by his son’s behaviour that the cold from his freezing gaze drops the temperature in the room lower than it already is. “How many times have we talked about this Regulus? Finish your plate at once or else it’ll be the last meal you eat today!”

“He’s not being rude!” you counter, flying out of your seat and making your way to Regulus, “And he shouldn’t be forced to eat something he doesn’t like nor punished harshly for disliking something,” Crouching down, you position yourself to block Orion from Regulus’ line of sight despite his frightened doe-eyes remaining transfixed on his lap. His small hands are turned into small, knuckle-white fists, gripping fiercely at the fabric of his trousers. A paralysed statue of fear incarnate, your little boy doesn’t deserve this! If you could ‘Avada Kedavra’ Orion’s pathetic, prissy ass, you would in a heartbeat. 

From your peripheral, you notice how Sirius had placed a comforting hand over one of Regulus’ closed fists and the sight made your heart bloom with pride and joy — seeing how well they take care of each other was so heartwarming. “Tell me what’s wrong, Reg…I promise I won’t get mad,” you make sure to keep your voice in a low whisper so that only your son can hear but also loud enough that Orion’s distant grumbling is disguised. 

“Do you not like eggs?” your prompting remains gentle and patient, hoping for a fraction of understanding. That’s all you really want. 

Sensing no antagonistic feeling in your tone, Regulus finally wills himself to speak, although barely audible from insecurity, “I….I don’t like scrambled eggs…”

“No? What about them don’t you like?”

"They feel weird in my mouth, I don’t like chewing them,” he explains shyly, his confession dripping with shame. His grey eyes look into your own remorsefully and, before he can utter an apology, he is stopped by the shaking of your head.

Smiling warmly, you pat his small hand and voice your reassurance, “That’s a reasonable preference to have. Do you not like the texture?” Regulus nods in confirmation as his small, tense shoulders slowly ease up, “Do you not like eggs at all or do you like them cooked in a particular way?” 

Regulus’ eyes widen with surprise. Never before had his mother been so attentive to his preferences like this. On the contrary, His mother was always the first to make him feel embarrassed for his picky tendencies when it came to food, especially over dishes that make him lose his appetite entirely, oysters and shellfish being the main culprit. He really didn’t like them at all. Many times, they were the appetiser to multiple-course meals hosted by pureblood, elitist wizarding families so Walburga was determined to season her son’s palettes early on in life. It was good etiquette to eat such foods and to know how to eat them properly. If he didn’t display appropriate dinner etiquette at the table then he is lesser, he is unworthy of the Black family name and blood running through his veins, he is unbecoming of his heritage, he is a disgrace— 

“I can cook eggs in many other ways,” you suggest thoughtfully, voice remaining soft and comforting, “I can fry them for you? Or I can boil them? Do you like your yolk runny or firm?” 

Regulus, spurred on by your softly placed questions feels the corners of his lips tug upwards, “fried eggs, please…”

His innocuous answer makes you beam, “with a runny or firm yolk, darling?”

“Runny, please,” Regulus finds your bright expression infectious and begins to smile a little wider too. Over the slope of his little brother’s small shoulders, Sirius is grinning from ear to ear; finally, Regulus isn’t going to be forced to eat something he doesn’t enjoy. The elation makes Sirius’ chest swell as his heart pinches slightly at the memory of his little brother retching up the contents of his stomach in the bathroom. Those disastrous, past meals started badly and they ended badly too. Peering at you with smiling eyes, Sirius knows that he won’t need to worry about that any more. 

“Of course, right away," you’re eager to leave and fix up Regulus’ plate but you also worry about leaving him with Orion at the dinner table; your husband wasn’t too pleased with Regulus having preferences — the pretentious prick could choke on his food and die for all you cared, “how about we go to the kitchen together?” you offer smoothly as you begin to stand, “that way, you can watch me cook and make sure I do them just the way you like it,” smiling brightly, Regulus nods and easily offers his hand for you to hold, “Siri, would you like to come?” if one brother was coming with you so was the other.  

“Yes please!” Sirius happily walks to the kitchen, hand-in-hand with Regulus, whose other hand is fully wrapped up in your own. 

From the head of the table, Orion stares with his mouth agape at what he had just been a witness to. What was happening to his wife?! 

11th August 1971 

Sirius and Regulus stand by the fireplace, waving off their newly appointed private tutor as they floo away before eagerly making their way to your home office. Usually, their session catch-ups would make the two freeze up and drag their feet along the plush carpets of their family’s proud home but not now. Ever since your irregular activities leading up to your fainting spell and subsequent switch in demeanour, they’ve felt safer and happier at home. But only around you, their father still frightened them. The patriarch’s grey eyes swirled with a mounting turbulence that they would greatly prefer to avoid so they quickly make themselves scarce around him but not around their mother. Not anymore.

“I can’t wait to show Mother my cursive practice,” Regulus has a skip in his step as he walks beside his older brother, who beams at him proudly. 

“Yeah, you’re getting really good at that Reggie,” Sirius praises, a slightly envious tone edging into his words, but it all remained playful, “say, how do you do your swirls so good?”

“Practise!” 

Sirius rolls his eyes at his younger brother’s cheek, “There has to be a secret to it that I don’t know about,” Regulus only giggles at his older brother’s shortcomings. This had been a rare happiness to experience at 12 Grimmauld Place but, gradually, it was becoming common between the two brothers. Suddenly the walls weren’t so drab, the furniture not as boring and the decorations not as hauntingly placed. The atmosphere was much brighter as sunlight always seemed to pour magnanimously in from the windows.

“Sorry Siri,” from Regulus’ free-flowing, tuneful words, he isn’t sorry at all but Sirius can never will up any hatred for his younger brother. They’ve been through it all together and now that their recent joys were also being shared, of course, they would partake in harmless teasing — teasing that was usually frowned upon by their mother but was no longer a worry. They can’t remember the last time their mother frowned — the two greatly prefer this new version of their mother’s expressions much more.

As they approach your office door, the brothers’ footfalls quicken and they barely catch themselves from bursting through the door without knocking. But not before they catch sight of your figure through the crack of the doorway. Curious about your activity, Sirius hushes his younger brother softly and holds him back so that he can lean forward to observe your figure closely. Inspired by his older brother’s nosiness, Regulus leans forward also and the two peer at you through the doorway crack. 

You’re not at your desk but are, instead, seated on the plush, cushioned seats of the emerald sofa placed in front of your desk. Black robes and other familiar attire are piled up beside you on one side while the other gradually assembles the neatly folded aftermath of your sewing…embroidery? Was there even a difference? Nevertheless, you had a needle and thread in hand without your wand or the use of magic in sight!

“Mother’s sewing your name tags herself,” Regulus concludes in a whisper following a muted gasp of surprise. 

Sirius’ eyes widen ever so slightly, “and she’s not using magic…” he doesn’t know how skilled you are at sewing but Sirius doesn’t care, the gesture alone is enough to make his chest swell. Even his face began to warm up from the heat climbing up his neck as it tried reaching his ears. 

“…do you think she’ll sew my name tags too? When I start my first year, I mean…” Regulus asks shyly, the clear insecurity in his timid voice making Sirius slightly defensive. 

“Of course, she will,” he huffs before grinning widely, “and if we tear up our uniform ‘accidentally’ I’m sure she’ll sew those up herself too!” Regulus doesn’t know whether he likes or dislikes his brother’s train of thought but smiles anyway; he’s just happy thinking about his mother paying as much attention and care to his first-year robes too. He can’t wait until he starts attending Hogwarts as well. 

Finally willing themselves to stop eavesdropping and return to their earlier task, Sirius and Regulus straighten their posture before knocking on the heavy wooden door. They don’t have to wait terribly long for an answering call to grant their entrance. 

“Come in,” you set your tools aside and smile when the door reveals your babies stepping into your office, “hello, my darlings,” from your periphery, you spot the time on the clock face and jump into conversation with them, “how was your tutoring session? Did you like your new tutor?” 

“Yeah!” the two answer simultaneously and with the same amount of enthusiasm — it makes you smile with content. Happiness looks good on them; their characters shine brighter and their faces are more child-like. They’re honestly the cutest little boys you’ve ever seen and now they’re your sons to love and protect.  

“That’s wonderful news,” you open your arms for each of them to jump into, “Tell me all about it,” you’re just about to magic away the robes and sewing equipment so that they can sit beside you but not before you spot Sirius inspecting your handiwork, “I’m afraid I’m not the best seamstress,” your confession comes out bashfully, “I should have had Madam Malkins sew the tags on for me—”

“No!—” Sirius interrupts, looking almost offended that you would consider such a thing, “I like your sewing,” you raise a brow and, together with Regulus, inspect your uneven, treasure map trail of stitches before turning to the eldest brother once more. 

“Are you sure, darling?”

“Yeah, only you can do the stitching on my uniform, no one else,” his firm answer makes your embarrassed expression melt into a warm smile.

“Alright then,”

“Thank you, Mother,” he gives you another hug that you happily return. 

“You’re welcome, my dear,”

Looking over your plans, you sigh in restrained frustration. This is going to be a little hard. Yes, you know what to do but it’s all about recruiting the right people, trustworthy people and ones who are right for the role you’re choosing to give them. There’s a lot on your plate too, with your most urgent goal being divorce. You’re convinced that it isn’t going to be easy, considering the controversies that will surround the separation of a prominent wizarding house. The laws surrounding marriage, divorce and custody at this time are also largely unknown to you. Thankfully, you’ve had the privilege of living in a modern ‘muggle’ society where marriage and custody laws were pretty equal and fair. Perhaps there’s a book you can read up on about these things. For now, it’s a safe bet to say that custody will favour Orion as a man in the 1970s — it’s better to over-prepare than be underprepared for any outcome. 

Despite the importance of this particular undertaking, you’ll have to wait until both, Sirius and Regulus, are attending Hogwarts to commence the divorce proceedings. You don’t want your boys to be front-row witnesses nor do you want them to rollercoaster through the typical, rough emotions of children caught up in their parents’ divorce. You’ve been through that already… and you barely made it out on the other side. You’re an adult and they’re just children; if you can protect them from the brunt of it, you will.

A stray thought pushes forward into your consciousness — it would be too optimistic to confidently wager on the boys siding with you. Although under abusive parenting, children are very loyal and you’re benefiting from that loyalty now; even though Walburga was incredibly cruel to her sons, they were still eager to give you a chance as soon as you took over and began treating them kindly. You need to be cautious. The silver lining of it all is that you’ll, at least, have some time to prepare affluently before starting the separation process. That, on its own, however, will require another bout of planning.  

Saving Regulus is another priority on your list. That requires getting rid of the Horcruxes and killing off snake-faced Voldy but you don’t want to be too hands-on with that, especially because you’re not very adept at casting spells yet — there’ll be more experienced and more willing people (Aurors) who would be able to handle this type of mission. All you have to do is pull the right strings and connect with the right people. Eyeing another task on your list, you spot a small connection and smirk to yourself. The nib of your quill dips into a pot of ink and bridges two of your obligations. 

“This could be quite beneficial on both ends,” if you play your cards right…

Making some more careful notes, you gradually begin to piece everything together. But then there’s the issue of Sirius being sent to Azkaban. It’s healthy to have faith in yourself but if someone’s life and wellbeing are in danger, especially if it’s your son’s, you need to have a second, third and fourth plan at the ready. There needs to be a second, third and fourth plan for Regulus as well. Luck and misfortune will always have some influence on the dice you roll, there will never be an exception to that. You’ve learned this enough times in your previous life already, not just in business but everything else too. 

Your quill stops and rests beside your plans as the cogs in your brain turn with more purpose. Sirius still needs to become an animagus and Regulus needs to learn how to be a strong enough swimmer so that he can cast a spell to repel the Inferi. It would be beneficial if they both become well-equipped in duelling. That’ll require your lack of interference (maybe even your support) until Sirius’ fifth year, getting Regulus sorted with swimming lessons and encouraging both on their Defence Against the Dark Arts skills. You make a quick note of both solutions and their reasoning before linking both back to your list of obligations. 

The progress you’re making with these intervention plans is making headway. You just hope that you won’t tip the scales too far so that what little control you currently have slips right through your fingers and you’ll be left floundering. 

20th August 1971

You’ve fully taken over the cooking for all meals and your boys are looking much healthier. It warms your heart every time you see them happily eating your cooking, it was hard work keeping up with the pantry inventory, planning meals and catering to their individual tastes but it was good work that filled your heart with so much content, you hardly felt the fatigue creeping into your bones. 

Regulus isn’t a picky eater, he simply has a preference for some foods over others. He doesn’t like his eggs scrambled, only fried and with a runny yolk; he can’t stomach oysters or shellfish; he doesn’t like pulp in his juice and he’d rather eat a raw onion than have any trace of offal trimmings in his food. 

Sirius can practically eat anything and does so healthily, however, he’s more of a savoury person, leaving Regulus to own the sweet tooth palette by himself. Both adore cheese and you often create mini charcuterie boards for them to snack on. It was so adorable. There was plenty of time on your schedule to assign towards aesthetic food presentation so you’ve mastered the creation of salami roses. You’ve also found that Sirius prefers caramelised onion chutney to go with his mature cheeses whilst Regulus goes for a sweeter fig chutney. 

Currently, you were making them their own mini charcuterie boards. Both were displayed on a circular board with their favourite chutney at the very centre, held in a small ceramic container. And, with decorative prowess, you place their selection of meats, cheeses, crackers and grapes around it. 

“Do they look good Kreacher?” the house elf peers over the countertop surface and gives an affirming nod with a barely noticeable smile. 

“The young masters will be very happy, Mistress,” helpfully he suggests bringing the carefully prepared boards and crust-less finger sandwiches up to the boys’ study room for you but you shake your head. 

“Thank you, Kreacher, but I think I’ll bring up the food this time,” you’ve met their new private tutor several times already but she was always so tense around you; you’re determined to improve her impression through some good old exposure therapy. “Please prepare some tea and bring it up as soon as you’re done,” with your wand and a softly uttered ‘locomotor charcuterie boards and sandwiches’, the items lift into the air just slightly and you begin to move them out of the kitchen. 

“What tea should Kreacher be brewin’ this noon, Mistress?” 

“Oolong would be lovely today. Be sure to brew some Earl grey for Orion too but deliver the Oolong to us first please,” Kreacher’s struggles with your utterance of the polite ‘please’ persists but he continues with his set tasks regardless. The hunched-over house elf has noticed you’ve been prioritising the young masters much more than Orion recently; whenever you want to do something thoughtful, you always think of your sons first. Only last minute do you finally remember your workaholic husband and leave the snack preparations for Kreacher to fulfil and deliver alone. It’s a peculiar shift in attention, the wrinkled elf admits, but seeing his young master Regulus so happy, he doesn’t complain. Kreacher also admits that he’s growing a slight, mutual fondness for the elder Black brother, the two share in their love for Regulus and loyalty to you; now they’ve become friendly acquaintances. The house elf is a little happier and much more willing than ever before to stay loyal to his mistress and young masters’ sides. And Master Orion too, of course.   

Making your way up the stairs, the pretentious cow stuck in your head makes her presence known with inconsequential complaints.

“You’re spoiling those boys far too much!” Walburga shrieks and immediately makes your temples pound, “Sirius and Regulus don’t need this much attention, if you continue this they’re going to grow up soft and weak and unable to carry on the Black family name with the proper dignity and class!” For the sake of avoiding the horrid healing potion Kreacher’s having you consume after every fainting spell, you’ve been training yourself to build up as much resistance to her incessantly obnoxious yapping as much as possible — you’re getting there but you still need some practise. Currently, you are traversing the stairs so you’re taking every step with extra caution.

“Bitches should be seen and not heard,” her confounded gasp doesn’t escape you, “so kindly shut the fuck up,” the sarcastic cheerfulness in your tone makes her gasp once more and, like a coward, makes herself scarce. It seems as though you’ve gotten better at shutting the shrew up but she has yet to acclimatise herself to your shameless disrespect towards her.  Hopefully, she never gets used to your comments; it’s always such a pleasure being able to render her utterly speechless. 

With a pleased smile, you give a soft knock on the boys’ study room before entering. The boys gasp happily as soon as they see the levitating charcuterie boards and the plateful of crust-less sandwiches float closer and closer. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I think you all deserve a lunch break,” the boys cheer and happily dig in while you face their tutor with a small smile, “please feel free to have as many sandwiches as you want, we have plenty on offer,” her smile is hesitant and slightly trembles under your hold so she’s quick to look away and fix her focus onto the plate of sandwiches — her own, personal reprieve from having to interact with you.

Peony Knight. She’s an incredibly timid individual who seems to be in her element only when teaching children rather than in the company of said children’s adult parents — she has yet to look you in the eye for an extended period. Her head is an organised plight of feathery, strawberry-blonde hair and her eyes are a pair of opal pendants, so brilliantly blue but incandescent with a kaleidoscope of other jewel colours. Her resume was astounding but her family wasn’t very notable so you could only imagine her surprise when she received your response to her application with a test run of her skills. It was important to you that she comes from an uncommon house and family, you didn’t want to draw too much attention over switching tutors. At her tutoring trial run, she started very shaky but eventually found her confidence when focusing on your two boys rather than your lurking figure from the corner of the study. She was a good runner-up and quickly became the perfect choice when your boys showed favour towards her – the other candidates appeared to have been more affected by your presence in the room and taught the way they thought you wanted them to. 

“She’s nice and patient,” Regulus commented when you went to him after her trial lesson. 

“I like the way she explains things,” Sirius added beside him. 

That was all you needed to hire her as their private tutor. Peony’s timidity of you as an authority figure played in her favour very well.  

Hidden within a thick pile of stacked parchments and a small mountain of miscellaneous scrolls, you found Walburga’s carefully curated curriculum for the boys and handed it over to Peony. Walburga would know better than you what would be useful for her sons to learn. However, you were surprised at the amount of ‘muggle’ topics on her curated list. Admittedly, you were only expecting foundational wizarding lessons maybe on wands or classic pureblood etiquette so your shock was justified. Walburga’s reaction, however, wasn’t.  

“I teach them proper pureblood etiquette myself, you useless girl! And how can I expect my sons to grow up well if they aren’t taught the basics?! They’ll be able to advance as better wizards of the Black family that way. Moreover, muggles stick to and remain in the basics so don’t get smug with me, you filthy mud-blood!” Walburga screeched without restraint and with much offence after your initial revelation, leading to another fainting spell — the disgusting bitch…

In addition to Peony’s private tutoring, you’ve taken to providing your own private lessons to the boys, much to their surprise and slight hesitancy. However, as soon as you began the extended lessons after their usual morning session with Peony one day, they’ve since grown to love it. This didn’t happen every time, however, only on Tuesdays and Fridays. Today was one of those days, a Friday, and you’re so excited to see their reactions to what you have planned. 

Their schedules typically consist of Peony coming over a couple of hours before noon and she teaches them for two or three hours sessions every day except weekends. Mondays were for English language and literature (wizard and muggle), Tuesdays were for Economics, Numeracy and Financial literacy, Wednesdays were for French and Cursive handwriting practice, Thursdays were for muggle sciences (basic biology, physics and chemistry) and Fridays were for history and philosophy (wizard and muggle).

You reserve the fun lessons for your boys with yourself as their teacher. These were composed of lessons that typically challenged their problem-solving, creativity and other fundamental skills to set them up with a good foundation for school and life in general. This included fun puzzle-solving, art (in every medium the boys wanted), some written/scenario problem-solving and role-play scenarios. The first Friday you did this, you had the boys act out from rough, child-friendly scripts you drafted inspired by the Shakespearian play, Macbeth. It seemed like an innocuous lesson but you wanted to gauge their ethical understandings and reasonings. 

Throughout the scenes, you would spontaneously make them freeze frame to ask prompting questions that typically go along the lines of, ‘what would you do in this situation?’, ‘do think that was the right thing to do?’, and ‘why did you think your character did this even though they knew it was wrong?’. Both engaged very well with their own perspectives on the situation. 

At one point they got into a small argument that you needed to break up due to slightly differing standpoints on the scenario. It became slightly more heated than you expected but you were thankful for the opportunity to teach them how to communicate well with each other despite their differences. The lesson ended after that because tensions were still high and they were equally very stubborn about who should apologise first. 

It was going to take more than one lesson to be able to make them understand the rules and the importance of healthy communication, but that was to be expected. This was just the beginning so you’re hoping that if you stay consistent with fostering their ethical reasoning, communication and problem-solving skills, they will be able to remain brotherly despite their opposing Hogwarts houses. In the end, you made them apologise at the same time (to the count of three) and had them hug it out before telling them to say one thing they like about the other person. Evidently, they weren’t used to your new way of doing things and making amends but they (grumpily) did as they were told — and looked absolutely adorable doing it, their pouty faces were too much to bear! 

Approaching the two boys indulging in their individual charcuterie boards and occasionally exchanging bites of their share, you kneel between them and begin pleasant conversations about their current lesson. 

“Are you two having fun so far?” you could practically see Peony stiffen up like cement behind you, just from the telling gasp she lets out in the background. Being so high-strung isn’t going to be good for her health so you hope she gets used to your presence soon enough. You do feel slightly apologetic for her but she needs to know that people can change no matter how drastically. Hopefully, she takes this opportunity to grow some confidence in herself too. Someone so intelligent should walk with broader shoulders and a higher chin. 

“Yeah! Did you know Pythagoras had a cult?” Sirius was practically bouncing in his chair.

“No, he had a school of very intelligent mathematicians and musicians,” Regulus countered after swallowing his bite of cracker, cheese and grapes. 

Sirius rolls his eyes but immediately jumps into another topic, “he discovered the theory of pitch which is surprising coming from a guy who’s scared of beans,” he cracks himself up laughing at the statement.

Again, Regulus interjects in defence of the philosopher, “he wasn’t scared of beans,” the two brothers exchange narrowed stares, “He just believed that beans were the vessels for dead people’s souls and didn’t want to disrespect them by running through a bean field,” a small argument ensues but you don’t act, instead, you watch as a bystander in the hopes that your presence alone can keep them in check. If you ever feel the need to jump in at some point, you will. 

All too well, Sirius and Regulus remain aware of your lingering attendance to their quarrel and make the silent agreement to not escalate things too far. For a moment, they share a knowing look after briefly glancing your way and glaring at each other once again. You watch them huff and inhale a slow, shaky breath. They actively turn their voices down whilst continuing with their argument. It didn’t seem to go anywhere but both concluded it with less heat and more of a calm acknowledgement of each other’s differing sides. 

“Two people can have different opinions and still be friends. They only need to respect that the other person holds a different view and that it doesn’t make them a bad person,” they remembered your sage advice from their first extracurricular lesson with you. It was a massive shift in perspective to their growing minds and the impact it had on both of them was enough to permanently imprint the message into their heads.  

Unprompted, you lean forward and press a kiss to each of their foreheads, Sirius first and then Regulus, “I’m so proud of you two,” you watch as their cherubic cheeks flush an adorable, pink hue. Sirius scratches the back of his head bashfully whilst Regulus fiddles with his pen, both of them equally biting back a small smile from the praise, “you remembered what I taught you,” they look upon your elated smile with shy fulfilment as they nod slightly. “Another person’s opposing opinions might be something we don’t share or appreciate as much as they do but…” they lean forward ever so slightly, wanting to consciously heed your elaboration on the topic, “hearing or witnessing a different view will expand our perspective on the world and help us grow as people. We need to keep an open mind for these sorts of things because they can teach us so much. It might be hard to do sometimes, but I want to ask you two for a small favour,” they nod silently, not questioning or hesitating at your words, fully trusting in your sensible knowledge — their mother was always a brick wall when it came to the opinions of others, they couldn’t penetrate her, especially when it came to opposite views on blood purity so, to see her encouraging such undogmatic behaviour, is peculiar but in a strangely motivating way. They find that they want to do whatever it is that you want to ask them to do no matter what, “I want the two of you to try to understand the other side of any argument or opposite view. The world isn’t as black and white as we think it is. We have to try to be understanding and empathetic people. There may be reasons someone sees the world a certain way and even if we don’t agree or like their opinion, the least we can do is try to understand them. Just try. That’s all… that’s enough,”

It was a lot to take in and it was a lot to ask of such young minds that were still developing. But you weren’t asking for them to be perfect at it. All you want them to do is try.

“Alright, Mother,” Sirius nods with solid determination in his eyes. 

“Whatever you wish, Mother,” Regulus says at the same time, also glowing with resolve. 

Smiling happily, you bring them into a group hug, your arms easily curling around their small shoulders as you press another kiss to their temples, “you don’t have to be perfect, just try,“ you reiterate in a whisper, “I’m so proud of you, my darlings, you make mommy so happy,” you don’t see it but you feel their bright smiles press into your neck from either side as they return your embrace and nuzzle their faces into the junction of your neck and shoulders.

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Their lesson ended a few minutes ago and, like routine, they wave off Peony at the living room fireplace while you set up the study with all the things you planned on having them do for the afternoon. You asked them if they wanted to take a break before your lesson but they said they were happy to begin right away. They were able to detect the sparkle of excitement in your eyes as you left after their lunch break and were now filled with the same eagerness to begin your lesson.

Setting up their table with tools, aprons and a protective mat warmed your heart. You had planned so many things to do with your future children in your original life, read so many books and attended so many talks, lectures and groups on how to be a good mother that your heart was finally able to heal the scars that resulted from the infertility diagnosis you were slammed with years ago. You felt like a failure, not only as a mother but as a woman to be told that. It wasn’t until you were able to recover from that debilitating news that you finally began to consider adoption. It took years and years and the building of a corporate empire to finally get to that point but then, you were doomed once more. At the centre of a collision in the busy city streets, you lost consciously accepting your fate only to end up here…it was all quite a blessing really. Now you have two beautiful sons to call your own and to love with all of your heart. As an added bonus, they’re also two of your favourite characters from the Harry Potter universe. 

You could barely contain your excitement when you heard a small knock at the door to the study. They were here. 

“Come in, darlings,”

Stepping into the room, Sirius and Regulus gasp in awe and begin jumping on the spot ever so slightly from feverish anticipation. In your outstretched hands were two small, grey aprons, one displaying Sirius’ name and the other Regulus’ along the upper seam of the apron’s breast pocket. Without being asked, they step up to their aprons and reach forward to put the article on themselves. As they do so,  you announce what you will be doing for the afternoon. 

“Clay sculptures?” Sirius almost squeals in excitement as Regulus bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“We’ve never done that before,” Regulus chimes as you kneel behind him to help with tying up his apron, eventually moving on to redo Sirius’ clumsy knot as well.

“It’ll be fun,” you giggle, “fun and messy,” Sirius appreciates the hint of mischief in your voice and rushes to take a seat at the table with Regulus toddling along close behind him. You take a seat too and begin to talk them through the little sculpting tools they have beside them, the small mountain of clay at their disposal and the use for the bowls of water within reach. 

Regulus is listening but he can’t help glimpsing down at his stitched-on name tag every few seconds or so. His chest feels warm and so so tight that he feels like he’s about to burst. You had hand-stitched his name tag onto the apron yourself. He recognised the inexperienced, inconsistent stitches but he thinks it’s the most beautiful display of embroidery he has ever seen. There’s also the revelation that Regulus didn’t need to wait to go to Hogwarts to know that you would be attentive enough to do the same thing for his clothes as you did to Sirius’. He feels special and he loves the affectionate attention you were giving him, all the motherly love he and his older brother had always dreamed of experiencing was finally happening, not only through kind words but in warm hugs, soft kisses and silent acts of service too. He feels a surge of wanting to do well in everything, from studying to writing to eating to sleeping — all of it! He’ll do well in all of it. He only wants to make you proud. 

“Let’s begin with rolling out a piece of our clay,” you start, encouraging them to get messy, keep their clay hydrated and not worry about the state of their tools because you’ll all be washing them at the end together. After that, you had them make little balls using their hands and then roll out one ball into a flat sheet using their small rolling pins. With another ball, you instructed them to attempt making it flat using their hands instead, which helped you explain that moving around the clay with their hands makes the clay easier to mould.  

“Have you two been learning about muggle sciences?” you gently ask as the two go about flattening their spheres a little more so that they can carve patterns into them using their small wooden tools. 

“Yeah, I like the one called physics,” Sirius grins, eyes still focused on his clay.

“Me too!” Regulus chimes and the two brothers grin at each other, which makes you smile. 

“That’s very good,” you nod, spotting an opportunity, “so where do you think the heat comes from when we roll out our clay?” 

“From our hands,” Sirius immediately answers. 

“That’s right, anything else?”

The question is open for the two of them but Regulus is the one who answers next, “From all the moving around,”

“Brilliant, my darlings,” you praise and they grin pridefully. 

“Now, can you name the types of energies those are called? If you’ve learned about them, that is,” The brothers look at each other before beginning to ponder separately. The silence draws on so you decide to give them a little help, “What are all the energies called?” They do just fine with regurgitating the ten different energy types and that seems to be enough to prompt Regulus. 

“The moving around is kinetic energy,”

Sirius jumps to answer as well, “and our hands transfer the thermal energy,”

“Good good!” you give them a small round of applause, which they bashfully smile at, “you two are so clever!… What did I hear about this ‘transferring’ of energy, Siri?” your question comes out in a nonchalant tone. 

“Peony says that energy is stored and transferred,” Sirius answers, “and that they sometimes turn into another type of energy,”

“I see,” you look down at your own clay spheres and sheets, “where is the thermal energy from my hands coming from?” once again, they’re silent, “I think this can link to biology, specifically our biology,” that gets the cogs in their brains turning again and you can’t help but coo at their adorable thinking faces. 

“It’s from…” Regulus begins, immediately catching both yours and Sirius’ undivided attention, your eyes equally encouraging him to continue with his answer, “It’s from the energy in our food,”

Eyes sparkling with delight, you prompt him once more, “And what energy is that called?”

“…Chemical!”

“Good job!” Sirius claps for his brother’s success and reaches up for a high five that Regulus happily hits and once again, they’re grinning at each other. 

“What about for the movement?” This was a trick question but your boys are clever so you have full faith in them. Regulus already answered his share so he silently backs out from the arena by looking up at Sirius who begins to ruminate. “…well the movement has to come from somewhere, doesn’t it?” you thoughtfully point out, beginning to play around with your clay and trying to look innocent about it despite it being a definite clue. 

“It comes from us!” Sirius explains and looks down to play around with his clay too. You stay silent as you let him think and reach the conclusion on his own but you’re already so so proud of their intelligent displays, “…so it’s the same answer, it’s also from chemical energy…” he seems unsure from his tone but the minute he looks up to meet your eyes, the smile on your lips and the applause from you and Regulus has him beaming. 

“My sons are so so clever! I’m very proud of you both!”

That was enough of that — you only remember so much from your younger science education — so you move on to teach them about hatching and being able to stick two pieces of clay together with a little bit of water in order to make a small box with no lid. Thankfully, that was the final thing you intended to teach them before letting them make their own creations. 

“Now, you can make whatever you want with your clay. After this, I’ll bake them so they become solid, and then, we can paint them together. If you run out of clay, just ask and I’ll get you some more,” the two buzzed in their seats from the excitement and you were just as eager to let them loose with their creativity. “You can also make more than one thing but limit yourself to just two or three, please. Also make sure that whatever you make suits a function, it can be anything at all; you can even get some ideas from this muggle book on clay crafting,” you present them with the children’s clay craft book and place it where they can easily reach, “don’t mind getting the edges dirty, as long as the main text and pictures aren’t too muddied up by clay, it’s fine. It’s supposed to get used earnestly anyway,” they smile at your proactive reassurance but only Regulus goes for the clay book while Sirius goes about making his desired creation right away. 

For a while, Sirius cannot decide what to actually make. His speediness into action makes his younger brother peer over at him anxiously quite a few times but his initial unease gradually fades when he realises his older brother keeps changing his mind, flattening a scarcely sculpted creation just as quickly as he begins a new one. You don’t want to interrupt their independent creative flows and get to work on something you’ve already planned to create, a modest gift for your darling boys. 

Some time goes by in silence before you call for Kreacher to play one of the vinyls you managed to buy from a record shop when out on errands to muggle London. You had bought several along with the gramophone at the shop. When you first bought it home, the boys were eager to find out what it was and spent a lot of time happily winding it up so that you could all listen to the records together. It would have been preferable to get the electrical one but it would have been useless in the predominantly magic-operated house.  

“Great choice, Kreacher,” you smile at the house elf who nods timidly by the gramophone and promptly disappears when he feels as though he is no longer needed. The Beatles’ Abbey Road album plays in the background as the soundtrack to your clay sculpting session for several songs-worth of minutes before you finally get up to independently ask the boys about what they had chosen to make. ‘Oh! Darling’ sings in the distant corner as you kneel beside Sirius and quietly ask about his creation and what its function would be. In a whisper, he replies without turning to look at you, far too focused on his creation to divert any significant attention from it.  

“I’m making plant pots,” he begins, his pink tongue slightly poking out of the corner of his mouth, “for the cooking herbs you said you wanted to grow in the kitchen, but I’m also making one for Reggie since he says he wants to grow a plant in his room,” after his nonchalant explanation, your heart soars. It would be a fair assessment to say that Regulus has spoken to him about exploring gardening. You didn’t know your youngest wanted to grow a green thumb but it was a pleasant surprise — you’ll see about taking him to a muggle plant shop soon, you don’t quite trust wizarding plants in the household. A succulent or mini cactus would be a good choice. 

Pressing a kiss onto Sirius’ cheek, you whisper a soft thank you and praise his thoughtfulness before moving on to Regulus. For a moment, the elder brother wishes he could grow out his hair so that you are less likely to notice his flushed cheeks and red-tipped ears. You also kneel by Regulus’ side to whisper the same questions about his creation. 

“I’m making a little jewellery dish for your rings and necklaces and earrings, Mother. And I’m also going to make one for Siri since he’ll be getting the family ring when he’s older. Sirius’ one is going to be star-shaped because he’s named after the brightest star and yours is going to be heart-shaped because…well…” Regulus can’t finish his sentence as his blush floods his entire face with heat. But he doesn’t need to finish his explanation, he’s said all you needed to hear to coo over his thoughtfulness and press a kiss to his cheek also. They’re such sweet boys. That bitch Walburga was blessed to have them and yet she mistreated them so much, they didn’t deserve any of that. Tender love and care is what they truly deserve and that will be your sole mission and life’s purpose for this existence. 

“What are you making, Mother?” Regulus asks unprompted when you finally sit back down by your humble creations again. The youngest’s question makes Sirius perk up and eye you with interest, his grey eyes flicking between you and the carefully shaped clay by your hands. 

“I’m making little star-shaped pendants for my little star boys,” smiling at their flustered expressions, you elaborate further, “I’m going to poke a hole near the top point so I can thread it through a chain and you can wear it as a necklace or a bracelet — you can choose,” you show them one with a carved ’S’ on it, “this one is for Siri,” next you present the one with an ‘R’ on it, “and this one is for Reggie,” they beam in happiness at the getting such a personalised gift from you and continue their clay projects with new-found vigour. 

It was relatively easy to create the small star pendants so, inspired by Regulus’ creations, you proceeded to craft minimalist ring bands, one each of you. Sirius’ you carved the same sort of archaic patterns as that of his wand, for Regulus, you did simple lines with an occasional dot and for yours, evenly placed mini daisies. At first, it was purely for making sure that Regulus didn’t feel left out from Sirius getting the family ring but, looking at your modest creations, your magnate mind begins to manifest an innovative idea you’re itching to begin. Your schedule is going to fill up very quickly and soon — there isn’t a chance that you’ll wait on this. 

1st September 1971

Today couldn’t have crept up on you quickly enough. One minute you were settling into a cosy routine with your darling sons and now you were sending the eldest away for wizarding boarding school. It was happening too fast and your heart was constantly breaking from being torn between freely letting him go and childishly begging him to stay so that you could spend as much time with him as possible. Even the novelty of rushing onto platform 9¾ through the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10 couldn’t keep the tears from filling your eyes. However, your unhappiness and woe were quickly wiped away when Sirius expressed muted sadness at the idea that his father was too busy to see him off to Hogwarts. That morning, try as you might you couldn’t convince Orion to be there for his son. The git was lucky Sirius had interrupted your argument to express his acceptance and neutrality over the situation or else you would have clocked the pretentious asshole’s jaw. You would be surprised if the hypothetical punch landed hard enough to dislocate both of his temporomandibular joints. He would be eating through a tube if it weren’t for your little boy’s interruption but you’ll be sure to sink your teeth into your git of a husband as soon as you get home. 

Regulus seems to be whispering something to his older brother as they share a hug of goodbye. There was plenty of time for Sirius to get onto the train - you made sure of that - and you promised to wave him off as the train left the station so none of you were in any rush to leave the other. You kindly smile down at their wholesome interaction, completely drawn in by their innocence and heartfelt brotherly love for each other. Their relationship was worth preserving and building up. You were once saddened by Sirius and Regulus’ torn apart brotherhood but now, you’ll be devastated if your sons ever broke their bond like in the movies and books. So distracted by your loveable sons’ endearing display, you miss the shocked looks you were receiving from fellow parents of other children who were also boarding to attend Hogwarts — they simply couldn’t believe it! 

Everyone knew the matriarch of the Black family. However, the very picture of her now was not what was to be expected. Rumours of her cold and unsympathetic disposition appeared as slanderous lies when they took in your warm smile and fond stare, looking solely upon your two sons. It was well-known amongst the wizarding community that the famous Black family’s eldest son, Sirius Black, would begin attending Hogwarts this year. They expected to see a conceited and substantially reserved display of the family by the platform but not… not this! This is something for the papers! Had the matriarch of the most ancient and noble house of Black always looked this beautiful and kind? Surely not!… But their eyes weren’t being deceived, they were seeing the truth! Many gasped and openly stared, thankfully hushed down by the nosiness of the platform, whilst others didn’t know how to interpret the display and opted to avert their eyes.

Around his small wrist, Sirius keeps your clay star pendant around his wrist, which had been painted a deep black per his request while the ’S’ is marked with metallic silver paint. He has such good taste for aesthetics despite his young age. Every day there was something new to be proud of him for, no matter how little. You love being a mother!

“Oh darling, I’m going to miss you so so much. You must promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, don’t be scared about making friends,” you look him in the eye as you say so, combing your fingers through his hair and pushing away the curling locks from his forehead, “they’re going to love you just as much as I do,”

“Me too, Siri,” Regulus’ soft interjection brings out a mutual laugh from you and the eldest Black brother. Sirius brings Regulus into another hug that you are also brought into.

“And if they don’t like you then they can suffer having none of those mini pies I baked for you,” the two of you share a smirk and a wink. Sirius had requested some shelf-stable foods to bring such as his favourite chutney, jams and jerky, all homemade by you, especially for him. Of course, you didn’t say no. You even suggested bringing along something yummy for the train ride despite already providing him an allowance to spend on the trolley. 

“Regulus and I will write to you as often as we can so be on the lookout for our letters, okay?” he nods, eyes already sparkling from the anticipation and thought of receiving mail by owl solely for him. A letter addressed only to him, with his name on the envelope, and meant only for him to read — his feverish anticipation was to be expected. He couldn’t wait for his first letter. 

“I’ll write back just as much, promise!” 

“Good because if you don’t,” you scold playfully as Sirius bites back a cheeky giggle, “I’ll go to Hogwarts and demand a written letter back myself, I’ll bring Reggie with me too so that’s twice the heat you’ll be under young man, don’t forget,”

“Never,” Sirius whispers as he throws himself into your embrace once more. There’s never going to be enough hugging to satiate your aching heart, nor squash the sadness of watching your baby grow up too fast but, knowing the mischief and fun he’ll be getting up to, makes you almost giddy with excitement. You want to read all about it in his letters home! 

As much as you’d like to have said your farewells for longer, Sirius still needed to board and needed help with his luggage. Thankfully there were plenty of staff to help him lug it all around, which you smiled gratefully for. They seemed stunned by your courtesy but tipped their caps in acknowledgement and whispered a quick ‘thanks’ in return, regardless. 

Stepping back from the platform with Regulus at your side, the two of you try to follow Sirius along the train compartments as closely as you can until you finally see him settling into a box by himself. You wonder if he’ll be meeting his fellow marauders soon — god! You wish you could see them as adorable 11-year-old babies like your Sirius right now. 

Regulus toddles up to be closer to the window, opposed to the thought of separating from his brother and tries to hold one last conversation with Sirius as everyone waits for the train to depart. To hear him clearer, Sirius reaches up to open the window. Smiling at the pair fondly, you almost miss a heart-stopping sight. From your left peripheral, you spot an untameable mess of dark hair and round hazel eyes sparkling in jubilation, framed with an adorable pair of round glasses — you barely withhold your gasp of surprise. But all too soon, from your right, you glimpse a head of neatly trimmed but slightly grown-out brown hair, belonging to a rather spindly boy swamped under a cosy autumn-brown jumper. On his softly curving jaw is a light, nicking scar and when he turns his head ever so slightly, you see another more prominent scar marked across the pudge of his cheek. You’ve seen a wild, baby-ish James Potter and Remus Lupin. Almost all of the marauders were spotted getting onto the Hogwarts Express but do you even want to see the final member? No! Of course not! It was then that you noticed sandy-blonde hair weaving through the crowds of parents wishing their children farewell – a last-minute attempt at getting onto the train on time. Behind him, he is followed by a similarly blonde woman, his mother. Goodness, both share such startling similarities, both have curved edges to their silhouette, pink cheeks and sea-blue eyes. They looked like an adorable pair and you had to admit that Peter’s portly appearance made him incredibly endearing for his age. They looked like an ordinary, harmless mother-son pair, much like you and your boys…

A whistle pierces through the station and snaps you out of your daze. Finally turning back to your Sirius, your eyes tear up again for the umpteenth time that day. Regulus had rushed back to your side, clinging onto the long, black skirt of your dress with one hand as he used the other to wave goodbye. Silently, you mouth an ‘I love you’. He isn’t as surprised as when you whispered the same affection to him whilst still on the platform so he was able to mouth it back — ‘I love you too, Mother,’ — your heart pinches. Picking Regulus up, you sit him on the curve of your hip and wave Sirius off together. You see the slight shimmer of tears in Sirius’ eyes too just before the train moves too far and takes Sirius away with it. 

You miss him already.

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