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Hey y’all, with the new season out this blog may gain a bit of traction. Requests are still open currently.

Hello everyone!

While Admin Marius will not be coming back, I have decided to open requests for a limited time. Mood boards or imagines.

Please be aware that I will only be accepting as many as I feel I am able to complete. Thanks guys!

~ Ad Ross

[klausplease]

Hello everyone!

While Admin Marius will not be coming back, I have decided to open requests for a limited time. Mood boards or imagines.

Please be aware that I will only be accepting as many as I feel I am able to complete. Thanks guys!

~ Ad Ross

[klausplease]

Happy first day of Hanukkah to all who celebrate!

Wishing all a safe holiday season.

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Leaving

I am leaving this blog. Life has gotten in the way. I hope you all are happy and have an amazing time on this floating rock in space.

good bye guys.

Ad Marius.

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Hey! I'm a masc nb (he/they) and your imagine about what it would be like to be Klaus's friend made me cry??? thank you so much??? I was wondering if maybe you could do another one like that for Five. Could the reader and him possibly bond over being ace, getting mistaken for children, fancy clothes, and trouble reading social cues. Just some very fluffy and healing friendship/platonic stuff would be the best. I hope this is not too much. Thank you guys for what you do.

finished! You can read it here! I hope you dont mind how I formatted it and i hope you like it. 

-Ad Marius

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Being Friends with Five

Requested by: 

A/N: Ross and I kinda collaborated on this but it was mostly Ross that wrote these. I formatted it and wrote like 3. 

Request specific:

He has a shirt that says ‘im with them’ which is a nod at you being NB’

Going to pride, wearing ace flag colors, with Klaus looking like the rainbow vomit filter (but in pansexual)

Being asked where your parents are

You two have different tastes in fashion but you both enjoy the finer things. Other than Klaus, you two are the best dressed in the house.

Clothes shopping is an adventure. At least one store clerk ends up angry.

‘Translating’ to his siblings when he says something weird or comes off as mean.

Running an online fashion consulting business.

Stealing each others sweaters (old grandpa ones)

General:

Frustrated with everyone that isn't you two

Getting extremely uncomfortable when the siblings talk about sex.

“You didn't TELL me you were growing a mold colony on PURPOSE! I thought Diego left food out on the counter for too long again!”

Finding out he secretly likes Hips don't lie by Shakira

Intense games of trivial pursuit.

Picking apart the scientific inaccuracies of action movies.

He has a pet cat. It's actually yours. You take care of it.

Lint rollers. Everywhere. You once found one in the couch after it poked you in the butt.

“WhEn WiLl YoU lEaRn?! WhEn  WiLl YoU lEaRn...ThAt YoUr AcTioNs HaVe ConSEQUENCES!!!”

He has an aneurysm every time you and klaus interact. Whatever you guys do is stressful. Always.

Picking up his odd time travel lingo

Fried Peanut Butter and marshmallow sandwiches.

Feeding into his sweet tooth.

Saturday morning cartoons

Getting sugary starbucks drinks and being sworn to secrecy about him liking them

Getting into discussions about time travel

Math help

He likes trying all kinds of food, but he loves diners so you go to those alot

Cuddling because he is so touched starved

Ice cream and trashy romance movies on nights the nightmares are too bad to sleep.

Helping him find a therapist

Trying everything with him to try to get him a HOBBY

Taking turns cooking

There's a little garden on the fire escape that you two take care of together.

Hiding his coffee.

Affectionately being called gremlin.

Messing with his teleportation ability

Science experiments on his powers.

Discovering he can ‘fly’ if he jumps and teleports over and over again.

He got stuck on the roof bc of it.

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Yo, ad Marius here, im working on requests but anyone who asked for an insert with klaus will have to wait until Ross is back because i cant write him. Other than that im working on requests for diego and five at the moment. If you have any for any of the boys (except Klaus)  then let me know! 

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Diego Hargreeves Black and White aesthetic

(all photos found on pinterest)

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Ad Ross having serious life problems/a mental breakdown and leaving the running of the blog completely to Ad Marius?? More likely than you’d think.

I’m so sorry y’all. I hope to be active again soon and do all the requests.

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Klaus x Dave; Red aesthetic

(All photos found on pinterest)

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Insomia is a bitch

Requested: No

Prompt: Reader, Sitting on top of a cabinet eating cheezits at midnight:

Five, walking into the kitchen and turning on the light: Jesus! You look like a fucking gremlin.

Reader, mockingly: JeSuS! YoU lOoK lIkE a FuCkInG gReMlIn! shut up

Post info: Cussing, Male pronoun reader, insomnia, mentions of the lowkey PTSD five has from the apocalypse.

A/N: Marius wrote this, Ross edited it.

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Insomnia is a bitch. That's what (y/n) was realizing more and more as he laid next to his boyfriend, Five. Five’s arm was slung over his shoulders, face buried in his neck, where he could feel the soft breaths on his skin. He wanted to sleep. He was certainly comfortable enough for it. His brain just wouldn’t fucking stop. Going a mile a minute, thinking of any and everything. The longer he sat still, ignoring his anxiety telling him to go do something, the more energy built up under his skin.

After about 30 minutes of waiting like this he decided to do something. At least get some food, since he realized he was hungry. (y/n) gently threw Five’s arm off of him and got up. This was something Five was accustomed too, since (y/n) would often leave early in the morning to subvert any problems Five’s siblings might try to make for the couple. This time, however, he didn't go home. He went to the kitchen.

Being more or less accustomed to the house at this point, he opened the cabinet and grabbed a box of Cheez-Its to eat. While he opened them, he sat on the counter and crossed his legs before staring off into space, hoping that sooner or later he would feel tired.

About an hour had passed, when Five came downstairs. (Y/n) looked at the clock, noting that it was 2 am. Five flicked on the lights and jumped backwards.

“Jesus! You look like a fucking gremlin!” he exclaimed.

“JeSuS! yOu LoOk LiKe A fUcKiNg GrEmLiN!” (y/n) mocked him, eating a Cheez-It angrily. “Shut up!”

Five snorted at his boyfriend, but his expression softened as he walked closer.

“Are you okay? Is your insomnia messing you up again?” Five asked, resting his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.

“Yeah…” (y/n) sighed tiredly. “I tried to force myself to sleep, but it didn't work. I've been here since midnight.”

“That's a whole 2 hours!” Five exclaimed. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

“I didn't want to bother you. You have nightmares, Five. It's hard enough for you to sleep without your boyfriend constantly waking you up when he can't- wait, why are you up?”

Fives jaw tightened at the question.

“Uh… you weren't there,” Five deflected.

When (y/n) gave him a look, he sighed. “Okay fine, I had a nightmare about the apocalypse again. I just, I sleep better when you're there. That way I know you’re safe. Anything could happen without me there to protect you. That's why I worry about you so much.”

(Y/n) sighed, hopping off the counter and closing the box of Cheez-Its. He walked over to Five cupping his face with both hands and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I worry about you too, Five.” (Y/n) smiled at him and gestured in the general direction of the upstairs. “C’mon, lets go try to sleep, okay?”

Five breathed out, his breath dancing across (y/n)’s lips because of their proximity. Staring into (y/n)’s eyes, he felt the former anxiety from the nightmare leave his body.

“Okay.”

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Ben hargreeves; Light aesthetic

(All photos found on pinterest)

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Klaus Sad Aesthetic

(All photos found on pinterest)

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Yo guys sorry for not posting a ton Me and Ross both have finals going on rn. But we will both be available soon. If you have any moodboard requests those are faster for me to make than one shots so send em in. Love y’all!

-AD Marius (formerly marcel)

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klaus aesthetic

(All photos found on pinterest)

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Hey I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klaus’s or Diego's s/o comes out as genderfluid and they’re really scared and nervous because their family isn’t very accepting and it’s kind of been put into their head that it’s wrong not to be their birth gender but Klaus or Diego tells them its ok and they're not doing anything wrong by being who they are and its just really angsty and fluffy? BTW your writing is lovely and I can’t wait to see more of your work!

Idk if it’s what you wanted, but I posted it.

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Shakira and Lip Gloss

Requested By: Anonymous

Prompt: Hey I was wondering if you could write a fic where Klaus’s or Diego's s/o comes out as genderfluid and they’re really scared and nervous because their family isn’t very accepting and it’s kind of been put into their head that it’s wrong not to be their birth gender but Klaus or Diego tells them its ok and they're not doing anything wrong by being who they are and its just really angsty and fluffy?

Post Info: Genderfluid reader, AMAB. Mentions of transphobia. Light angst.

A/N: I’m... not sure this is what you wanted. But I tried.

~

Diego was concerned about (y/n). He hadn’t seen him all day, even though Saturdays were usually when he came over to the Hargreeves household. He wasn’t jealous about the fact that Klaus and his boyfriend had a standing date, when he still had to schedule time with him. He wasn’t. He was just a little miffed that the two spent so much time together. Without him. Doing ‘secret things’, as Klaus had told him when he asked.

But (y/n) wasn’t at the mansion today, as evidenced by the fact that he was practically being attacked by a very angry Klaus.

“What did you do, you moron?” Klaus asked, apropos of nothing.

Diego shot Klaus a look. “I do a lot of things Klaus, several of which you seem to find moronic. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“(Y/n) hasn’t come for our weekly cult meeting and I am laying full responsibility for that fact on you. So, what have you done?”

“I didn’t do anything Klaus. Maybe he’s sick,” he attempted to sound nonchalant, despite the fact that he was quite worried about the status of his boyfriend.

Klaus rolled his eyes. “They would have told me.”

Wondering at Klaus’ use of the singular they, Diego was about to ask Klaus what he meant by that when (y/n) entered the room.

“Hey babe,” Diego said instead, moving across the room to hug his boyfriend.

“Hi,” they muttered into his shoulder, seeming to curl in on themselves a bit.

Holding (y/n) out at arm’s length, he frowned and looked them over. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine cariño. Just a bad brain day.”

The taller man nodded understandingly. He was quite familiar with his boyfriend’s depression and how it could affect him unexpectedly and at any given time. He leaned in for a slightly longer hug and gave him a kiss to the forehead.

(Y/n) smiled tiredly up at Diego and squeezed his hand before slipping away to greet Klaus.

“Hey ghost boy,” they teased gently.

“Hola, mi corazón,” Klaus hugged them and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. “¿Cómo estás?”

Resting their head against Klaus’ chest, (y/n) mumbled “más o menos”.

“¿por qué más o menos?”

They looked meaningfully up at the stairs, signalling to Klaus that they didn’t want to discuss it here. Since Diego was the only one in the room, he was confused and vaguely upset that (y/n) didn’t want him to know what was bothering them.

Klaus, either oblivious to his brother’s inner turmoil or ignoring it, whisked (y/n) away to his upstairs bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Klaus rounded on them, crossing his arms. “You have to tell him.”

(Y/n) threw themself face first onto Klaus’ bed. “I know.”

Massaging their calf, Klaus let out a heavy breath. “We’ve talked about this. He won’t care. He loves you mi cielito.”

“You don’t know that Klaus.” And now they were crying. Big fat, heartbroken tears.

Since about four months ago, every Saturday they came to the Hargreeves household. Together with Klaus, they would research, shop, and modify. Makeup was practiced, and outfits were cultivated.

This is because four months ago, Klaus had found them at a bus stop crying. It was a common hang out for junkies and homeless people, and even though Klaus was doing the sober thing, he liked to hit up those spots in case he could help the younger kids who weren’t too deep into it yet.

He found (y/n) there, crying and being approached by several of the seedier dealers. He had bundled the shivering, nearly passed out, significant other of his brother and taken them home. There (y/n) had explained to Klaus how they ended up there. They had been caught in a skirt by their older brother, who they were currently crashing with, and given a thorough dressing down. Childhood indoctrination of transphobia falling out of his mouth and slowly tearing down (y/n)’s hard won self confidence.

After that, Klaus assisted them in finding a new roommate, a good place to stay. The days spent together doing that, turned into a standing date where Klaus helped (y/n) explore their newly expressed gender identity.

“How about this. We both get dressed up, then we go downstairs and tell my dumb brother. Tell him “take it or leave it”. And if I am drastically wrong, we will buy so much Ben and Jerry’s you’ll get sick. And we’ll steal his repurposed sex harness. Hide it in Luther’s room.”

Sniffling, (y/n) smiled tentatively at Klaus and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. That sounds good. I’m down for that.”

Klaus was off the bed immediately, making a beeline for his closet where their things were stored.

He pulled out a soft, knit cropped sweater along with a pair of loose black joggers. The sweater looked like it was straight from the 80’s with four thick stripes of red, green, purple, and white. It was an outfit (y/n) wore often, when it was just them and Klaus. It was comfortable, while still making them feel cute.

“Here. He likes soft things.”

(Y/n) smiled softly at Klaus and took the clothes, stripping down in front of Klaus with no shame. Klaus discarded his clothes as well, changing into a black Ramones crop top and fleece Star Wars sleep pants.

They grinned at each other, smoothing palms over their soft clothing. “We look great,” Klaus said matter of factly.

(Y/n) just gave a soft snort of laughter and began pulling makeup items out of Klaus’ bureau.

The clairvoyant man went to turn on some music, letting (y/n) take a moment and decide what they wanted to do.

Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira begin playing over the speaker, from Klaus’ small purple ipod. Both of which (y/n) got for him.

Klaus made his way over, body undulating to the beat, hands drifting in front of his body at intervals. In response, to the music and to Klaus’ comfortability in his own body, (y/n) began swaying their hips to the music. Soon enough they were holding hands, stepping in and out, closer and then away, hips moving in concentric circles. They danced through the song, and by the end, (y/n) was loose limbed and more settled in their skin.

One of Klaus’ world altering smiles was shot their way, and then he was picking through their combined, assorted makeup.

“I was thinking a more natural look? Some eyeshadow, light foundation, lip gloss?” He spoke absently, looking for whatever would aid him in creating the look he had in mind.

“Sounds good. I don’t think I’m up for anything too complicated.”

Klaus hummed in acknowledgement and handed (y/n) the supplies he had gathered. “I think these colors will be good.” And then he was digging around again, looking for something for himself to wear.

He popped up, reminiscent of a meerkat, and asked “You do mine, I’ll do yours?”

In response, (y/n) simply nodded and set their chosen palettes down on the bed, before settling themself on it as well. They patted the spot in front of them, and Klaus was soon occupying it.

Klaus’ makeup was easy, some simple pale purple eyeshadow and a quick cat eye. Blush and highlighter on the tip of his european nose. Pale pink tinted lip gloss to top the look off. His hair was naturally curly, and quite voluminous, so nothing had to be done to it.

“Done.”

Klaus got up to look at himself and hummed in satisfaction. “You get better every time we do this.”

Flushing, (y/n) situated themself to allow Klaus access to their face. The process was much the same as for Klaus, save for the addition of some powder foundation. Where Klaus’ eyeshadow was purple, theirs was a rich red-brown. Where Klaus’ gloss was pale pink, theirs was a deep red. Their hair was longer than Klaus’, and a different kind of curly though it was just as thick, if not thicker. Klaus decided to put it up, gathering the unruly curls into a messy bun on the top of their head. He pulled some small pieces down to frame their face, and rest over their shoulders.

When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the top of (y/n)’s head, humming along to The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani.

“We’re done. You ready to go see Diego?”

Stalling for time, (y/n) jumped up and began rummaging in one of Klaus’ drawers. “We almost forgot our fuzzy socks!”

Smiling indulgently, Klaus took the pink pair and slipped them on. He waited for (y/n) to slip on the black and white striped ones before speaking again. “You can’t avoid him forever, mi cielito.”

A gusty sigh. “I know. I’m just… scared.”

Klaus wrapped them in a tight hug, giving them an extra squeeze before letting go. “I know. But whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

Grabbing Klaus’ hand, (y/n) dragged him down the stairs and into the training room, where Diego was bound to be brooding.

They caught him on his way out to patrol, he was already strapped up and putting his knives into their holster.

(Y/n) had to stifle a hysterical giggle at the memory of Klaus calling it a repurposed sex harness.

“Diego?” They asked tentatively, catching his attention.

He looked up with an irate expression that immediately dropped when he say (y/n), making way for one of awe and confusion.

“Yes?” he responded, just as hesitant and much more confused.

“So, uhm. Klaus. I’ve been spending time with Klaus because…” They trailed off, the words forming strange and incorrect in their mouth.

Klaus gave them a reassuring pat and Diego drew nearer, to be just that little bit closer.

A deep breath in, measured breath out. “ Klaus has been helping me. I’m genderfluid. Which means-”

“I know what it means,” Diego cut them off. “I… yeah, I know what it means.” Diego cocked his head and asked, “Pronouns?”

And that, the easy acceptance, is what caused (y/n) to really let loose on the waterworks. It was lucky that Klaus had thought to use waterproof makeup.

“They- they and them,” (y/n) stuttered out, falling into Diego’s arms. “Mostly,” they added, face buried in Diego’s shoulder.

“I can do that. Just have to keep me updated.”

Diego held them out at arm’s length. “I love. No matter what. A little thing like gender isn’t going to keep me away from such a great person. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed their forehead. “Truly stunning.” Their cheek. “I’m in awe of you.” Their other cheek. “And you.” Their nose. “My love.” Their eyelid. “Are a giant fuckin’ nerd.” Their other eyelid.

That last remark got Diego a smack to the back of his head, but it was worth it to see (y/n) smile.

“I have the best datemate ever,” he declared before kissing them soundly on the mouth.

They were so caught up in eachother, that neither noticed Klaus slipping out of the room.