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landhficrecs · 1 year

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Alpha Harry

wind beneath my wings by lunarheslwt 93k

“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.” Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm. “I’m capable of hurting you.” “But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered.

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

Cause I want you ( for the worst and for the better) by nonsensedarling 26k

When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.

Good enough ( for you) by localopa 8.2k

omega louis is next in line to rule the pack. in spite of the rule saying he needs an alpha to rule, he creates an impossible olympics to find a worthy mate. harry somehow wins the gold.

Taking the long way home by baremysoul 12k

The line is quiet for a moment before the man asks. “What kind of car you got, honey?” “Uh,” Whether it’s from the pet name or the question, his brain freezes for a second. “It’s pink.”

The man huffs out a laugh. “That doesn’t tell me much, love.” “Sorry, I don’t know cars well.”

The man hums, before saying. “Tell you what, i’ll come out there and get ya, then we’ll talk about the charge on the way back.”

“Really?” He asks. “That’d be amazing.”

“It might take me a minute to get out there, at least thirty or forty. So just sit tight.”

“Alright, thank you. I really appreciate it.” He does a little victory dance in his seat. “My names Louis’ by the way.”

“I’ll see you soon, Louis.”

Or, Coming home from the beach, Louis' car breaks down and he has to call mechanic Harry.

Smokey vanilla by cinemayougot 25k

Louis is the sole guardian to his younger siblings, and he's fallen pregnant. A new neighbor moves in next door, Harry, and they become good friends. Harry is kind and beautiful. Louis can't help but fall for him.

Letters to June by Larry_you_know 41k

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

Single bells ring by nonsensedarling 16k

A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.

Colder weather by WritewhatIwant 19k

Louis doesn’t know what comes over him. “Please H-Harry, take me,” Louis looks back at the farmhouse, swallowing once as his skittish eyes fall onto the master bedroom window, “Take me with you, please.”

Harry’s scent flares, the tinged anger so noticeable that Louis draws back out of the alpha’s space.

“Is he hittin’ on you?”

Louis’ right hand rests briefly against the bruise forming rapidly over the right side of his rib cage, the darkness of the night hiding the movement. “No.”

Or, When Harry comes around, it’s the coldest time of year. Louis, for once, just wants Harry to take him away from colder weather.

Nothing burns like the cold by littlehazandlou 12k

When Harry had taken the job at Brantwood Community Infant school, he had thought he could settle reasonably easily. Everyone had loved him at his training school, the children and parents alike, but sadly - "you know they aren't happy that I'm an alpha." he mumbled and watched as Niall immediately softened, letting out a sigh.

Or, the one where Harry has never been a normal alpha, but it's alright because Louis was never a normal omega.

Pretty in Pink by lovelarry10 18k

“Love? Can I come in?”

Harry sniffed and shook his head before he realised Louis couldn’t see him. “No. Go home, Lou. Please.”

“I’m not leaving,” the Omega insisted, his voice full of concern. “And I’m not judging either. Just… talk to me, Haz.”

Harry briefly considered changing or at least ripping everything off and greeting Louis in his boxers before he realised that might actually be worse, that Louis had seen him dressed up and there was no need to hide anymore. He meekly shuffled over to the door and pulled it open before he backed away, refusing to meet Louis’ eyes.

To the Omega’s credit, he walked straight over to Harry and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his cheek between Harry’s shoulder blades.

“This top feels nice. Soft. I see why you like it,” Louis said quietly from behind him.

Alpha Harry loves to secretly dress up and be pretty. He loves his feminine side, even if it’s not typical of an Alpha. But when Omega Louis finds out, it might just the start of something even more beautiful for them both...

You’ll Hear Me Calling for You by pinky_heaven19 42k

“I don’t know, I don’t know you,” Harry said with a shrug, knowing his replies were dumb but not able to think of anything better to say. “You don’t know me either, so I don’t know why you’re acting like this,” he said, slouching on his seat.

“Oh, but I do know you,” Louis replied, raising his eyebrows in a gesture of disdain.

His attitude made Harry stare at him in confusion. Had they met before and he didn’t remember? Was that why Louis was mad?

“You do?”

“I know the likes of you,” Louis said with a shrug of his shoulder.

“The likes of me? Excuse me?” Harry was offended and confused.

“Alpha males who enter cock first in any room and think people should bow to them or some shit like that,” Louis answered bitterly.

OR the one where Harry is an Alpha and Louis has a problem with it - until he doesn't.

as deep as the sky by swallowsmateforlife 12k

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn't exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry's conscience. Turns out it's the best decision he'll ever make.

Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by 2tiedships2 38k

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

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nulifelinecarerehab · 24 days

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How Do I Choose A Rehabilitation Centre Near Me?

Have you been searching for a rehabilitation centre “near me”? There are 100s of centres across India, meaning that selecting one is an arduous task. How do you sort the wheat from the chaff?

To help you with this, NuLifeLineCare Rehab has compiled a guide of factors you should consider when you’re choosing an addiction treatment centre. If you need more guidance, please do not hesitate to contact us.

Treatment Costs

In India, there are centres to suit every budget, ranging from a few thousand rupees per month at the lowest end of the spectrum to 10 lakhs+ per month for the more pricey options. As with all things, you get what you pay for. While some of the less expensive centres are well-meaning, they are unlikely to provide you with evidence-based treatment methods you can find at modern centres.

Facilities

Not all rehabs facilities are alike. Some are basic and have dorm rooms where 12 or more people sleep in the same room. Other rehabs facilities are luxurious, with single-occupancy double beds, en-suite bathrooms, and all modern conveniences.

The best rehabilitation centres also feature dedicated dining areas, swimming pools, and areas for recreation and fitness. All of these combine to create an environment that is conducive to addiction recovery and allows clients the opportunity to connect with other rehab clients. This helps to create a bond between clients that is a much-needed element of the treatment experience.

Well Trained Staff

A “rehabilitation centre near me” is nothing without staff. Modern centres employ receptionists, nurses, security, cooks, cleaners, counselors, yoga teachers, personal trainers, and more. The quality of this staff will have a massive impact on the quality of your experience.

The most important staff to consider are the counselors. These are the people who will be educating you or your loved one in addiction matters in group sessions, and help you deal with any underlying issues that are causing your addiction.

To be effective, counselors must have plenty of experience and have all relevant qualifications.

Evidence-based Approaches to Treatment

Not all centres in India use modern methods to treat addiction. Some still use ineffective or even harmful treatments. Make sure that you pick a rehabilitation centre that has at its core a program that involves evidence-based approaches.

At NuLifeLineCare Rehab, we follow the 12-step addiction recovery program, which we believe is the most effective way of treating addiction and providing long-term recovery to our clients. Following this model means that we can incorporate 12-step principles into our program, allowing clients who wish to integrate 12-step methodology into their program of recovery the opportunity to do so.

Proper Detoxification Protocols

Taken consistently, drugs and alcohol upset the delicate balance of your brain chemistry. When the substances begin wearing off after arriving at rehab, people with substance use disorder go into withdrawal. The constellation of symptoms that occur with withdrawal is extremely unpleasant. And when people come off alcohol and drugs like Xanax and Valium, withdrawal can even prove fatal.

This is why you must choose a rehab centre that provides clients with a professional medical detox. This should include medication that can bring patients down from the substances they were taking slowly. Doing this will ensure that they are safe and comfortable.

But not anyone can administer these medications. Used improperly, they are dangerous and can be habit-forming in themselves. The rehab you choose should have trained medical staff who can give you these medicines safely. These staff should have a good bedside manner so that you can feel well taken care of when you are going through withdrawal. This makes the experience so much easier to handle.

Location

While there are fine rehabs all around the world, there are a couple of considerations to take into account when you select a rehab. Firstly, cost. Heading to the United States for treatment involves an expensive plane journey, and the price of treatment once you arrive is likely to be many times that of India, for the same quality of treatment.

There are also the logistical realities of substance addiction to take into account. People with severe substance use disorder cannot go more than a few hours without using their substance of choice. This means that someone with an alcohol problem who is taking a lengthy transatlantic flight must drink on the plane to stave off withdrawal.

Travel becomes even more problematic when we consider people who are addicted to illicit drugs. To stop themselves from going into withdrawal during their plane journey, they must attempt to smuggle illegal drugs across international borders. NuLifeLineCare Rehab does not recommend that anyone does this, as you may find yourself in big trouble, particularly if your flight transits to a country that has zero tolerance for drug use.

Nutritious and Tasty Food

Diets during addiction are often not the best. People with substance abuse disorder may go for days without eating, or only eat poor-quality foods. You should choose a rehab that provides you with meals that are not only delicious but will also give you everything that your body needs to recover from addiction. This means opting for a centre that offers a wide variety of meals, first-rate ingredients, and cooks who can prepare dishes that you will look forward to eating.

NuLifeLineCare Rehabilitation Centre “Near Me”

At NuLifeLineCare “rehabilitation centre near me”, we pride ourselves on being one of the top rehabilitation centres across India. Our state-of-the-art centre provides our clients with an environment that nurtures and supports addiction recovery, with all of the facilities that one would expect from a top-tier centre.

We consider our internationally trained staff to be the jewel in the crown of NuLifeLineCare Rehab and believe that their experience and dedication to the field of addiction treatment are without parallel across India.

If you would like to know more about why NuLifeLineCare Rehab is such a unique rehabilitation centre, contact us today on 08958305058. We’d love to tell you more.

Or visit: https://nulifelinecare.org/

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datasciencetraining1 · 3 months

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Expert Neuro Physiotherapists in Delhi NCR | DKPS Pvt Ltd

Neuro physiotherapy is a specialized field focused on treating patients with neurological conditions such as stroke, multiple sclerosis, Parkinson’s disease, spinal cord injuries, and other neurological disorders. This guide provides information on finding the best neuro physiotherapy services in Delhi NCR, including experienced therapists, affordable care options, and top-rated clinics.

What is Neuro Physiotherapy?

Neuro physiotherapy involves the assessment and treatment of individuals with movement and functional disorders that arise from problems within the nervous and neuromuscular system. It aims to improve the quality of life for individuals suffering from neurological conditions through targeted exercises, manual therapy, and other specialized techniques.

Key Services Offered in Neuro Physiotherapy

Movement Retraining: Exercises to improve mobility and functional movement.

Balance and Coordination: Techniques to enhance stability and prevent falls.

Strengthening Exercises: To increase muscle strength and endurance.

Functional Training: Activities that improve daily living skills.

Pain Management: Methods to alleviate pain associated with neurological conditions.

Top-Rated Neuro Physiotherapy Clinics in Delhi NCR

Neuro Rehab Centre

Services: Comprehensive neuro rehabilitation, including stroke recovery and spinal cord injury treatment.

Features: Advanced equipment, individualized treatment plans.

Contact: Plot No- 136, Pocket 1, Rohini sector 25 Mobile: 08700670059

Brain and Spine Neuro Physiotherapy Clinic

Services: Specializes in treating multiple sclerosis, Parkinson’s disease, and post-stroke rehabilitation.

Features: Experienced staff, modern facilities.

NeuroFit Clinic

Services: Offers neuro physiotherapy and neuro rehabilitation for a range of conditions.

Features: Holistic approach, patient-centered care.

Experienced Neuro Physiotherapists in Delhi NCR

Dr. KP Singh

Specialization: Stroke rehabilitation and Parkinson’s disease management.

Experience: Over 10 years in neuro physiotherapy.

Dr. Sudha Singh

Specialization: Multiple sclerosis and spinal cord injury rehabilitation.

Experience: Renowned for personalized care and successful treatment outcomes.

Affordable Neuro Physiotherapy Near Delhi NCR

Affordable Neuro Care Clinic

Services: Budget-friendly neuro physiotherapy services.

Features: High-quality care, accessible pricing.

Community Neuro Rehab Centre

Services: Provides affordable neuro rehabilitation and physiotherapy.

Features: Sliding scale fees, community-based care.

Neuro Rehabilitation Services in Delhi NCR

Neuro rehabilitation services focus on helping patients recover and regain independence after neurological damage. Key services include:

Individualized Treatment Plans: Tailored to meet each patient’s unique needs.

Multidisciplinary Approach: Involving physiotherapists, occupational therapists, speech therapists, and neurologists.

State-of-the-Art Facilities: Equipped with the latest technology and equipment for effective treatment.

Top Neuro Rehab Specialists in NCR

Dr. Vikram Singh

Specialization: Spinal cord injury rehabilitation and traumatic brain injury treatment.

Experience: Extensive experience in neuro rehabilitation.

Dr. Komal Singh

Specialization: Pediatric neuro physiotherapy.

Experience: Known for her compassionate approach and successful outcomes.

Neuro Physiotherapy Services Near Me

For those seeking neuro physiotherapy services in their vicinity, consider the following clinics:

Neighborhood Neuro Care

Services: Offers a wide range of neuro physiotherapy services.

Features: Convenient location, comprehensive care.

Local Neuro Rehab Clinic

Services: Specialized in treating various neurological conditions.

Features: Experienced therapists, personalized treatment plans.

Delhi NCR Neuro Rehabilitation

Neuro rehabilitation in Delhi NCR offers a broad spectrum of services aimed at helping patients regain their independence and improve their quality of life. Services typically include:

Physical Therapy: To improve strength, coordination, and mobility.

Occupational Therapy: To enhance daily living skills and functional independence.

Speech and Language Therapy: For those with communication and swallowing difficulties.

Conclusion

Neuro physiotherapy is essential for individuals suffering from neurological conditions, offering significant improvements in mobility, function, and overall quality of life. Delhi NCR boasts numerous top-rated neuro physiotherapy clinics and experienced therapists providing specialized and affordable care. Whether you need comprehensive neuro rehabilitation services or personalized treatment plans, you can find professional and effective neuro physiotherapy services near you. This guide aims to assist you in making informed decisions to ensure you receive the best possible care for your neurological needs.

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maargamindcare1 · 3 months

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smart5satya · 1 year

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missionwalk · 2 years

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How can pediatric physiotherapy help children with cerebral palsy?

Cerebral palsy is abnormal brain development in the growing stages of a child. It is a set of neurological disorders that affect children’s movements and body posture. CP (Cerebral palsy as referred to commonly) disturbs multiple actions, coordination, oral skills, motor skills, and balance, limiting the body’s motion. A pediatric physiotherapist can help your child live an everyday life through physiotherapy for cerebral palsy. If your child or anyone for that matter who you know has cerebral palsy, you can enrol the child in a rehabilitation centre for a speedy recovery. For the recovery of a child from cerebral palsy, Multidisciplinary Approach is required. As children who develop CP are affected by numerous issues, each dimension needs to be looked after minutely. From enhancing verbal functions to balancing, every aspect requires special attention. You should note here that CP is not contagious, and it won’t spread from one child to another. A child with cerebral palsy should not feel left out. Proper treatment can improve the daily activities of a child. A child physiotherapist generally termed a pediatric physiotherapist, can help children who have cerebral palsy. There are specific treatments that are a part of physiotherapy, and following the activities and exercises regularly can improve your child’s mobility and motor skills. Cerebral palsy has four major types.

These are: Ataxic cerebral palsy Dyskinetic cerebral palsy Mixed cerebral palsy Spastic cerebral palsy Parents generally want to know what causes cerebral palsy. Although several reasons can lead to the CP condition, some common ones are mentioned below: Genetic conditions Severe brain injuries Poor or lack of blood flow Injuries while childbirth Meningitis, encephalitis, or jaundice infection Premature birth A doctor will keep track of the baby’s milestones to check if your child has cerebral palsy. Milestones help see if the baby is growing normally, if his movements are regular, etc. Such milestones are the first steps toward discovering a child’s healthy well-being. If the doctor doubts that your child has cerebral palsy, he will ask you to get some tests done. Medical tests like MRI, CT Scan, EEG, and blood tests are recommended by doctors to detect the same. After examining all the reports, the doctor will confirm if the child has cerebral palsy or not. Only after the confirmation, your medical practitioner will guide you with the treatment. Cerebral palsy includes treatments like surgery, medications, and therapy. Physical therapy is the treatment that medical experts commonly suggest. Physiotherapy is not a complicated treatment and does not have side effects. It is a safe treatment option, so parents prefer it over others. Cerebral Palsy treatment by a pediatric physiotherapist- Physiotherapy has three dimensions treatment massages, regular exercises, and heat treatments. A pediatric physiotherapist will plan a schedule and detailed treatment for your child. Depending on the type of CP, the physiotherapist will begin with exercise. The basic idea is to strengthen the child’s muscles and make muscles more flexible for action. The doctor may recommend neuro physiotherapy as well. Physical training activity builds the core and lifts the mood. To keep the child active, such activities are suggested. In some cases, a child may receive neurodevelopmental training as well. With the main focus on improving overall health, secondary health problems are simultaneously dealt with. Such problems are dealt with, with speech and occupational therapy, functional training, and equipment training. Equipment training includes using resistance bands, exercise balls, swimming pools, etc. For a proactive mindset, various activities are taught. In challenging cases, orthotics are used to improve the child’s condition. A physiotherapy centre near me uses a task-based approach, robot assistance therapy, and even virtual reality for a creative environment for children. Children coordinate with the experts through these approaches, resulting in faster improvement. Mission Walk is a physiotherapy centre that effectively uses such tactics to cure children. It works towards enabling children with cerebral palsy to do their day-to-day activities. Cerebral palsy comes with pain and frustration, and children diagnosed with cerebral palsy must be given love, care, and assistance. The pediatric physiotherapists here are well-known for curing children with personal assistance and an effectively planned routine. You can share your concern with our experts without any hesitance. Visit www.missionwalk.in to know how our staff can assist you in improving your child’s life. For any queries or bookings, you can call us at 91 91773 00194.

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facewithoutheart · 2 years

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Number 2 for the oddly specific AUs.

It just made me chuckle so much, I need to see where your brain takes it. 😆💜💜

Ok I probably went too hard on this HAHAHA. Please enjoy this SnowBaz & Drarry & Romione crossover.

2. roommate A grabs the baseball bat only to find roommate B eating pickles and macarons in the kitchen at 4 in the morning

“Don’t judge me!” Hermione says, hunched over a packet of macarons with a hand deep in the pickle jar.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I admit, dropping the baseball bat quickly behind me.

Not quick enough, it would seem.

She narrows her eyes. “Were you going to hit me with a bat?” She scoffs, “and here I thought you were a Wizard, Simon.”

“A mage,” I correct her, not for the first time, “and used to be. You should know this from–”

“Group therapy,” she interrupts. “I know, I just–”

“Forget,” I interrupt her, because fair’s fair.

She sighs. “It’s the wings.”

My tail whips around, like it’s offended she’s ignored it.

“And the tail,” she adds.

It gives a pouty hmph motion, and snakes over to slap a macaron out of her hand. It cracks in half on the kitchen counter.

“Hey!” She laughs, then places one of the broken pieces on the spade tip, which I delicately draw away from her fingers and into my mouth.

“Thanksh,” I grin before swallowing.

Smirking, she bites into a macaron, then a pickle. And repeat.

“Is that any good?”

“Fah hahree weefahned pahlahtes onree,” she answers with her mouth full, then throws a palm over her lips, blushing.

There’s something not adding up about this picture, but I won’t dig into Hermione’s business. At least, not until she’s told Ron.

Shuffling steps sound behind me. “Simon?” It’s Baz, droopy with sleep and pouting that I’ve left him alone in bed. “What’s going on?”

I draw him into my arms. “Hermione woke me up.”

He groans into my neck. “You heard a snack and couldn’t pass it up, could you?”

“Hey!” I object, swatting him lightly on the arm. “I heard a noise and thought we had intruders.”

“Hmm,” he sniffs at my mouth, “and were these intruders biscuits?”

“Macarons.” I wiggle my tail back over to Hermione’s packet, the spade tip pointing down at the three sweets remaining. “Want one?”

“No.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “Come on, let’s leave before–”

“Expelliarmus!” Harry shouts, leaping into the scene like he’s some action hero and we’re villains in Nakatomi Tower.

Surprisingly, his spell sends my tail reeling in retreat to wrap around my wrist. Baz and I stare down at it in confusion.

“Really, Potter?” A voice drawls from the hallway. “Do you actually know more than one–EEP!”

A shirtless blond covers up his nipples and darts around the corner. “Please tell me I’m hallucinating a dragon-man and a bloke paler than the Dark Lord in the kitchen with Granger,” he shouts from his hiding spot.

Hermione puts her hands on her hips. “Please tell me I hallucinated Draco Malfoy with just-fucked hair and a Harry-sized hickey on his neck!”

Harry smiles, sheepishly. “Surprise?”

The blond, Draco I guess, calls out, “My hair looks perfect, as always, by the way!” He rounds the corner, looking about as haughty as one can appear when both shirtless and covered in a near-full-body flush. He turns his nose up in the air. “Potter, I don’t care for these subpar living arrangements. If we’re going to continue our relationship–”

“Malfoy, hush,” Harry says, covering Draco’s mouth with one hand. “Ow!” He shouts, pulling back his clearly-bitten palm.

Draco gives an evil grin. “Now, as I was saying…”

Harry pushes the man back down the hallway, but their voices continue to carry.

“I will write a letter to the head of this Washed Up Heroes Academy–”

“Chosen One Rehabilitation Centre,” Harry corrects.

“Yes, yes,” Draco says in a patronising tone, “whatever name makes you feel less impotent about the fact you peaked at seventeen and haven’t learned a new spell since year one.”

“It’s a very useful spell!” Harry answers, punctuating his remark with the slamming of his bedroom door.

I look at Baz, who shrugs.

We both turn to Hermione, who places a hand over her stomach.

“Now I have two things I have to tell Ron,” she groans.

My tail reaches over to pat her gently on the hand.

Suddenly, down the hallway I hear footsteps pounding in a run. Penny flies around the corner, shouting, “I’ll get you, you goblin mother–oh!” She holds out her gem, still loose. “So, no goblins this time?”

“Nope,” my tail shoves another macaron in my mouth, “jush shnacksh.”

Penny groans. “Was that the last macaron?”

I grin, bits of food falling onto the floor in front of me. “When should we expect Ron?”

Hermione rolls her eyes, “Don’t bother. That man can sleep through anything.” She hustles us out of the kitchen. “Ok, mages. Back to bed. We have plenty of work tomorrow, what with the heaps of childhood trauma we have to unpack due to parental and adult mentor neglect.”

“And the unnecessary pitting of children against children as enemies,” Baz adds.

“And the gaslighting whenever we found a threat,” Hermione contributes.

“And the misogyny and racism we pretended the joy of magic could overcome,” Penny remarks.

“And the homework!” I speak up.

They all stare at me, like I’m the idiot.

I huff.

Honestly.

I almost wish there’s been an intruder after all.

#drabble #drarry #snowbaz #romione #fanfic #prompt asks

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lamalefix · 3 years

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Okay so, a couple of weeks ago started my new journey.

I've been reorienting a bit in the past few years.

As much as I loved and will always love psychology, developmental and learning psychology specifically, brain (to be read exclusively with zombie-like voice) and its physiology, disorders and rehabilitation and so on, I found that Human Resources was a field so interconnected with what I studied and caught my interest. It didn’t always have my interest, I thought at first that this kind of organizational, managerial thing wasn’t fit for me but...

... Sometimes life treats you good when you least expect it, sometimes the things you do, the tiny choices you make on the road, change your life, your journey completely.

And it's quite a long story so sit down, take a cup of tea and let me tell you this story...

Please note that I’d use nicknames for the story, not because I want to add privacy at the matter but because I usually use those names with my friends (I’m weird, I know)

We live in a pretty chill, green area in Rome.

For some reason beyond my knowledge, when we bought our apartment, back in 1998, we ended up to live near my godmother.

She had a couple of dogs, and has a lot of dog-friends and dog-owners-friends.

A lot of you know I have a dog (Zelda, that beautiful silly golden retriever who loves to snuggle with my shoes), and when this story started, due to my internships and different jobs around the city, was usually my ma the one who took her on her strolls.

Before we decided to get a dog, right after my master's degree graduation ceremony my godfather (my godmother's husband) died.

It hit hard. At five in the morning on a cold day at the end of january my godmother called and told us the news. He had a heart attack and died on the spot, while working.

I clearly remember the last conversation I had with him, a couple of days before he died. He was walking his dog and I was waiting the bus under our homes. He was always so funny, he made a joke, and if I close my eyes everytime I step near that bus stop, I still hear him laugh and huff something along the lines of “Urgh going to the gym at this god-awful hour by bus, you really want to suffer”, and I smile everytime. But aside of my weird choices about my fitness life, this isn’t the story I want to tell you about.

After his funeral, for the next months before my internship started, I practically only slept at my house but lived at my godmother's to help out. So there I met two beautiful men (in both the inner and outer sense), that we’ll call Grey Fox and Tall-n-young, that lived across the road. They had dogs, Grey Fox had two adorable sausages dachshounds and Tall-n-young a chubby half-beagle. My ma just fit in, like a clockwork, rolled around them, every evening walked with them without a dog, but with them and my godmother, her sister and their dogs. (The story of how my godmother found her new stray dog on her husband's grave and he looked at her when she called him with her husband's nickname is for another time but... You know).

Meanwhile, my dad at work meets a new coworker whose wife is a pet trainer. And everything clicks in the right place.

I went to met Zelda (fishing my hand into the litter and she chose me by licking and snuggling against me - and my shoe) only a few months later.

But this isn't the story of how I met my dog either. This is the story of how I met my boss and how I decided I wanted the HR Management field to be something to pursue.

I met my boss, mentor and friend in a very weird moment of my life. I was finishing two contemporary internships at a Private Centre and a University Centre that offered help to families with kids with developmental and learning disorders. Up til that moment I knew my job would have been in that field, developmental psychology and rehabilitation, even if it was a stressful place to be at some point. I wanted to be a psychologist since age 5, not a princess, never a princess, who cares for princesses? I worked, without being paid (because that's how internships work for psychologists in Italy) more than 40 hours a week, from monday to saturday 8 am to 8/9 pm, and I hat to take a lot of work, papers and so on home, for over two years... And you'd say, "Why Giulia did you like it so much?".

One of my friend urged me to quit because I was so tired, couldn’t find time for myself and I just found out I couldn't enter the PhD I wanted, but I needed my abilitation at least, be a psychologist.

Meanwhile my ma was always around with the dogs and her new friends. She met Lovely, another dog owner who took a liking in me. A beautiful lovely girl, who sadly had a very aggressive cancer, that took her away three years ago.

One day Grey Fox who shared his birthday with Lovely invites me over along with my ma and my dog, because Lovely wanted me there. I never met Grey Fox’s partner up til that moment, everyone said he worked a lot, everyone said he did weird hours and travelled a lot, and he was doing something very similiar to what I studied, he worked as something like a therapist. (Something you’d call a life coach, in hindsight),

So, when I get there I finally met him, we will call him Nose-y (because you know, he has a pretty big nose), my boss, my mentor. He was sitting on that beige sofa in Grey Fox’s house, one of the dachshunds licking the back of his head, the other snuggling on his lap. And we start to talk. About tv series, about psychology, therapy, schoo, learning processes, about work and career paths. He said he was about to quit is job and move forward to get something done by his own hands, and open up what you'd call a start-up in coaching and HR management.

He wants me on his boat, he wants me to help him.

And that's how it started.

But not when I decided I wanted to go in this direction. As I said HR management and coaching per se, are like very close and interconnected with psychology, but I always sat on another corner, walking another path. Preferring underlying brain processes and biology more than production and management.

That decision was took sometime later.

After he quit his job as a top manager and Lovely died, after i got my abilitation and started to help out as a volunteer with elders, homeless and people with social and financial difficulties.

One day Nose-y asks if I want to join him and an actress and acting teacher, a beautiful woman that we’ll call Blondie, in one of their workshops.

We end up in the centre of Rome, in a theatre right behind Piazza Navona. The participants were members of a high performing team of a big org, I don’t remember the names, and I wouldn’t even if I tried.

They enter at some point in the theatre, and it doesn't need a psychologist to know that they are broken. Blondie makes me sit behind the light and sound effect technic table, and instructs me how to help out with that. Music, lights, enable their (our?) method to be even more effective.

The theatre is a underground thing, like a cavern-ish, basement in the centre of Rome, a typical thing you’d call a cellar that you’d find in old buildings.

I didn't know when I went there that morning, at the end of june, that I'd make some final decision by sunset.

The team, I was saying, was a tiny super-high performing team. But with high performance comes high stress level. And one of them killed himself. And they found him in the morning, in their office. And in that dark theatre they were blaming each other, and Luigi and Marta's job was to accompany them through grief and acceptance and restore their team work. By the end of the day, they were all more able to communicate, to listen, to help each other.

That was the moment. When I saw them leave, Nose-y and Blondie all tired and all wilt on a couch, but satisfied that I decided. I wanted to change, to be a better person, maybe a better manager, for a better future. I wanted to be one of the many people who work in HR Management that can be a support for emplyees, I wanted to be the change, to be there to help managing that work/life balance.

I don't know where this journey will lead me, I don’t know if I’d make it, if I’d get to be the better version of myself, the better version of what i wanted to be when this thing first started but...

I’m on my way and the only thing I can say is, it’s never too late to change direction, to pursue another dream, to have a new vision of that future you want to build.

It’s never too late. You can always grow up.

#long post #personal story #self-empowerment #something like that? i guess

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panda-noosh · 5 years

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One and the Same {Klaus x Reader}

Words: 5.6k

Summary: Klaus Hargreeves goes back to rehab.

Genre: angst

Warning: mentions of murder - mentions of drug abuse - mentions of withdrawal - mentions of injections

Notes: klaaaaaaaaaus.

tagging: @purplemetahuman

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Reginald Hargreeves was dead.

The news arrived early in the morning, your trembling body startling itself awake at the crack of dawn, as it did almost every day. With your teeth chattering and your arms aching, legs barely lifting from the floor, you trotted downstairs to the living area, switched on the TV, and that was when his face appeared in front of you.

You had never met the man. In fact, you had actively avoided him for the entirety of your existence. In some ways, his death should have been a relief for you, a chance for you to finally live the life you wanted without the fear of him lingering behind you.

But that relief wasn't there.

Maybe it was because you had spent so long just looking at him; part of you felt like you were experiencing a death in the family, even though claiming Reginald Hargreeves as a member of your family was the last thing you would ever want to do; he was a criminal at best, deserving of his untimely end at worst.

But still. There was that tight ache in your chest, not so much grief as it was a sense of disbelief. A man you had never met, a man who barely even knew you existed – and yet there you sat, gawking at the TV with your teeth chattering and your muscles heavy, barely able to believe what it was you were hearing.

Klaus arrived at the rehab centre not a few weeks after the news had broke, and seeing him there was enough to make your head spin even worse than it did on a daily basis. He walked through the doors with that happy smile on his face, waving and complimenting the shocked expressions that greeted him when he walked in the door, because he wasn't exactly an expected sight; everybody knew of him, especially now that Reginald was dead.

“That's him from the Umbrella Academy,” they would whisper every time he walked past. “Don't mess with him.”

You rolled your eyes and turned away.

It could have been you. That petty, childish mindset was all you could focus on when you saw him, because the truth was there – it could have been you. You could have been the one getting praised, the one that was feared, the one that was unbothered by anybody or anything because you knew you could take them on if you wanted, and they knew it too.

Because despite what the news liked to portray, it wasn't just the seven Hargreeves children who had been born on that day in 1989 – there had been 43 of them, and you were unlucky enough to be included in that count.

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The day Klaus Hargreeves arrived at the rehab centre, you ignored him entirely.

It wasn't out of pettiness, wasn't out of fear – it was purely to keep yourself safe, and your identity hidden from him for as long as possible. Quite frankly, you saw absolutely no reason as to why you should introduce yourself to him, but word got around. Word always got around. Names were shared, and people spoke about you even when you didn't want them to – eventually, Klaus was aware of who you were, and he didn't keep his curiosity a secret when it came to wanting to meet you.

He was always bold, and you knew that. You had seen the news coverage on him, the little clips of him and his siblings stopping a bank robbery or saving some terrified hostages; he was always the one who was throwing himself about, doing the most to keep the attention on him.

Clearly, things hadn't changed as he grew older. In fact, looking at him from across the room now, you concluded that things had gotten worse long before they had gotten better.

“Where's this Y/N character you were talking to me about?” he asked, parading into the living room with good old Sebastian at his side; Sebastian was a recovering drug addict, and spent his down-time talking about everyone he could think about.

He pointed at you, and you quickly ducked your head down when Klaus turned to follow the direction he was indicating; it was much too late, however, as Klaus had already seen you. It wasn't difficult, considering you were sat on your own in the corner. There was nobody else to decipher from.

His footsteps were loud and clumsy. You didn't even look up, simply biting down on your bottom lip, rubbing the injection scars that trailed along your veins. Klaus waited patiently before realising you weren't going to give him the time of day unless he started the conversation.

“You must be Y/N. I've heard an awful lot about you.”

You glanced up. “Is that right? Good things?”

“Decent things,” he said, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “Also some absurd things that I'm quite curious about.”

You couldn't disguise the wince, hands tensing on the cover of the book you were trying to read. “Is that right?”

“Is that your catchphrase? I heard superheroes always had catchphrases, but I don't think I ever caught on to that trend.”

“I'm not a superhero.”

He lowered himself to the ground in front of you, crossing his legs before idly playing with the Velcro on your shoes. “So you're one of the lucky bastards who got away from Mr Reginald Hargreeves back in 1989. You must think me and my siblings are total idiots for letting ourselves get whisked away by him.”

“You were children.”

Klaus raised a brow. His dilated eyes widened a little bit. “You're not denying the first part of my statement, which-” He clapped his hands excitedly. “-totally confirms my suspicions!”

“Could you keep your mouth shut?” you hissed, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back. He laughed, throwing his head back wildly as he caught himself. His elbows bent in on themselves, giving you a good view of the injection scars that littered his own flesh – self consciously, you rubbed a finger over your own, trying not to let your brain retreat back into the disaster you had been trying to wrestle it from for the past three weeks.

“This is incredible!” he exclaimed, looking back up at you. He was grinning much too widely for someone currently locked within a rehabilitation centre. The expression looked odd against the light blue walls. “I've never met anyone else like me – I was pretty sure the others killed themselves.” He shook his head, still grinning. “And by the looks of things, you weren't far off doing the same thing.”

You gaped. “You have some nerve.”

“I still don't know what your abilities are, so I don't know what you want me to be afraid of.” He leaned forward, perched his chin on his hand and stared up at you like a child might stare up at their teacher reading a story. “Why don't you give me a quick demonstration so I can-”

You were working before he had even finished his sentence; the anger was uncontrollable, and with the state you had been in these past couple of weeks, your abilities were near enough uncontrollable, too. They flared up, a pain dancing behind your eyes that transcended from your skull and fought its way over to Klaus.

His own eyes popped open, a cry escaping him before he fell onto his back, gripping his stomach.

You stopped before things could get too far, but didn't let yourself regret what had just happened. Instead, you stood up, folded your arms over your chest and said, “There. Is that what you wanted to know?”

Klaus started to laugh, still gripping his stomach as his breath came back to him. He looked up at you, amusement still glinting in his brown eyes. “That was exactly what I wanted to know.”

---

“I don't like talking about it. I'm not like you – I didn't have to flaunt it because my dad told me to. I had the choice.”

Klaus scoffed. “I don't know whether to take that as an insult or not.”

You shrugged, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your trousers. The sun was out today, shining against the still water of the tiny lake that the psychiatrists and the doctors tried to make you look at at least once a day – apparently nature helped with 'mental balance' though it had been three weeks and you were yet to see any results.

Klaus was by your side. You weren't entirely sure why. He had done nothing but torment you from the moment you had met, and yet you found his company oddly reassuring. There was something about talking to someone who understood that opened up a whole new world of possibilities, a whole new range of colour that life let you choose from.

Klaus may not have the brightest colours, but they were a change you were willing to embrace.

“I'm sorry about your loss, by the way,” you said.

“Loss?” Klaus popped out his bottom lip, feigning ignorance. “I haven't suffered a loss. Not unless you count the MDMA they took off me at the door.”

“Your father. He died, didn't he?”

Klaus clicked as if only just now remembering the death of the man who had raised him. “Oh yeah, that! No, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Quite frankly, I think the ground is too good for him.”

You cringed; you should have expected that response, and yet it still sent a shiver down your spine. You loved your father. Had loved your father, once upon a time. Before things went bad, before your control slipped, followed shortly by your mental stability.

You pushed the thought from your mind, turned to Klaus and inspected his own expression. It was more a way of getting yourself grounded again; the curve of his jaw, the goatee he was sporting, the rough waves of his hair that looked like they hadn't been touched in years. There was still dabs of sweat adorning the side of his head, but you knew for a fact that that was just a staple characteristic of someone who had done drugs.

“No,” Klaus said, a little quieter this time. “You definitely shouldn't feel sorry for me. Him dying is . . . Well, I don't want to say a good thing, because that's a bit cynical, isn't it? And I'm clearly not celebrating, considering I came all the way here for his funeral, but . . . . No. Being sorry for me definitely isn't right.”

“It's weird though, isn't it?” You picked up a rock and awkwardly lobbed it into the lake, ignoring the startled quack from the duck you nearly hit. “Even if you hated him, you have to admit that losing a parent isn't . . . it isn't right. It feels weird.”

Klaus pursed his lips. He was yet to look at you, his eyes trained firmly on the lake in front of him. You saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his cheekbones sucked in before he released them and shrugged heavily. “I think I was a bit too high to really feel anything at all when I got the news, and the shock has passed at this point.”

“Yeah,” you said. “I get that.”

“I noticed.” Klaus finally looked down, nodding towards your exposed arms. It was instinct to fold them over your chest, hiding the scars that adorned your wrist from years of hateful injections. “Are those from drugs or from other people's experiments?”

You shivered. “Both.”

“Did they ever find anything out?”

“Most of them just called me a monster and sent me on my merry way. Others, I'm still waiting on the results.”

A ghost of a smile played upon Klaus's lips. He looked back at you and shrugged as if to say that's just the way of life, isn't it? and you could only shrug back. It was a silent agreement between you both, though you couldn't quite pinpoint what you were agreeing on – the fact that life was a bitch? The fact that it sometimes felt as if nothing was ever going to change? For Klaus, it had to have been ten times worse. He was in the public eye throughout the entirety of his childhood, was one of the biggest names around at one point. At least you had been given the choice to hide it, despite the few odd souls who had found out about your abilities and used them to their advantage.

Used you to their advantage.

“Have you spoken to your siblings since all of it happened?” you asked, needing something to fill the silence. Silence led to thinking, and that was the last thing you needed right now. It was the last thing you needed all the time.

“I have,” Klaus replied. “Just the usual arguments and insults and accusations – nothing I missed, to be honest. Although my brother Luther is built like a brick house now, which surprised me.”

“Luther. He's got the strength, hasn't he?”

“And the muscle to prove it, apparently.” Klaus shook his head, looking back down at his own arms. “God, I could go for a drink right now.”

“I don't think they'll let you do that.”

Klaus pouted. “That's where this whole thing is unfair. I had a drug problem, not a drinking problem – the least they could do is let me have a whiskey to calm my nerves.”

“Do you actually know how rehab works?”

Klaus snorted, glancing up at you. “Did you really just ask that?” As if to exaggerate his point, he unfolded his arms and showed you his scarring. “I really know how rehab works.”

You pushed his arms away. “Alright, you made your point.”

“Good.” He sighed, leaned back on the grass and ducked his head back to look up at the passing clouds. “It stopped the voices.”

You started, head snapping round to look at him. “What?”

“Drugs. Alcohol. Men. Women.” He shrugged, rolling his head to look back at you. “It made it all a bit easier, you know. It was the only thing that stopped me from losing it.” He scowled. “Although some people would argue that they didn't exactly do their job.”

“I don't think you're crazy. I think you're the same as me.”

“Very bold of you, Y/N. Maybe we're both crazy.”

You hummed low in your throat, slowly looking back out towards the lake. “Maybe.” ---

Some days were a lot worse than others.

The bad days you tried to avoid for obvious reasons, despite the advice of your psychiatrist. She always told you that it was better to let the bad days come, to welcome them with open arms because somehow, they could balance it all out. They were a confirmation that you could still feel things.

She didn't listen whenever you told her that you didn't want to feel things.

A bad day was detrimental. You locked yourself in your room, curled up in a corner until people got the memo – you didn't want to talk, didn't want to socialise, didn't want to do anything, and if they tried to get in the way of that, you would have absolutely no qualms about putting them in their place.

You leaned your head back against the window now, inhaling deeply as the trembles overtook your body. You had taken your first drug purely to rid yourself of feeling, of emotions. After your father had died, things hadn't been easy, and the only thing that shed light on the end of the tunnel was the drugs you would gather in your veins.

You wanted them now, needed them now as the voices echoed in your skull and the dull throb of withdrawal and your abilities thumped through your body. You clenched your teeth, squeezed your eyes closed, resisted the urge to scream-

“You can't get away from me that easily, Y/N L/N. I have eyes on the back of my head. They might not be my own, but they're there.”

Your own eyes snapped open, a weak cry of surprise slipping from your dried lips. Klaus, of course, was stood over you with his skinny arms folded over his chest and his hair slicked back in a half-up half-down style. He was grinning from ear to ear, despite the tremble of his own hands that had not turned off since he arrived.

“Go away,” you groaned, curling in on yourself and turning away from him. “I don't have the brain power to listen to you today.”

Klaus did the exact opposite, instead sitting beside you with his legs crossed. “Care to explain what's going on in that sweet little brain of yours?”

“Sorry. It's confidential.”

“Like most of your thoughts, it seems.”

“Not all of us are willing to be open books, Klaus.”

“Not all of you were forced to be open books,” he shot back, and you immediately closed your mouth and looked away – he had a point. You had the luxury of choosing who knew your business, whereas Klaus had long since passed that option considering his entire childhood had been broadcast for the world to gouge as they pleased.

“So,” he continued, leaning forward. “Are you gonna talk?”

You didn't even know where to start. Klaus reached forward and started playing with your shoes again, waiting patiently for you to start talking.

“I'm thinking of my dad again,” you said at last. Klaus did not respond to such a simple statement, and so you pushed on. “I used to . . . Whenever I thought of my dad, I used to shoot up so my brain would go all fuzzy and the thoughts would go away, but I obviously can't do that now. Whenever I think of my dad, I think about drugs, and whenever I think about drugs...”

“You get sick again,” Klaus finished.

“It's fine. It'll pass eventually.”

“Is your dad dead?”

The question startled you, made your stomach curl in on itself with the reality thrown behind the words. You looked up and met his eyes – he was staring right back at you, and despite the heaviness of the conversation, he still had that tiny little glint of amusement that overpowered every other expression he could have worn in that moment.

“Yeah,” you croaked out. “Yeah, he is.”

“How did he die?”

“Why do you care?”

He shrugged, letting go of your shoes and leaning back. “Maybe talking about him will help a little bit.”

Help. As if anyone could help you.

Nonetheless, you settled back against the corner you were propped up against and spoke the three words that still managed to make bile rise in your throat. “I killed him.”

Klaus was silent for only a second before he swallowed and said, “I wasn't expecting that.”

“Nobody ever is,” you replied. “It's a long story.”

“Good thing we're in rehab and have all the time in the world to waste.” You pursed your lips. “You know what my abilities are. I can hurt people without even touching them. I can control it better now because I understand it, and I know my body well enough to know when it's about to erupt. But back then, I didn't have a clue how to work it. It was so overwhelming, and every time someone got on my nerves, I would just – I would nearly kill them. My dad was the only one who ever knew how to stop me from losing control.

“But then it was him I was getting angry at. My mother had left because she couldn't handle me – she still never saw me as her kid, because she didn't know where I had come from. She wasn't-”

“Wasn't pregnant the day you were born,” Klaus hummed, nodding. “It was the same for me.”

You nodded slowly. “She just saw me as a burden, so she left. She lasted a good ten years, I'll give her that, but it got too much for her and she left me with my dad – her boyfriend. He took care of me. He calmed me down until things started getting difficult again.

“I started overthinking my mothers departure, and I got so angry at everyone and everything. My dad tried to calm me down one day whenever I had trashed the living room, and I just turned on him and snapped. He didn't even have time to scream before his pulse went stiff and he fell to the floor.”

You winced, biting down on your lower lip, raking your nails up and down your arms in any attempt to get the memory out of your head.

You expected Klaus to say something. Anybody else would have. They always had something to say, some disgusted noise to make and some unwelcome opinion to share; some people called you a monster, whilst others made the usual comment of, “And this is what happens when someone has power they can't tame.”

But Klaus said nothing along those lines. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his goatee-covered chin on top of them, looking at the ground with his lower lip protruded. He looked almost casual, as if the story you had just told him was some pleasant fairytale made to lull children to sleep.

You nudged him with your foot. “Say something.”

He shrugged heavily. “I don't know what you want me to say. Well done?”

“What?”

“How long ago did all of that happen?”

“I was . . . . I was ten, I think. Around ten.” In truth, you knew exactly how old you had been. Ten and eleven months. You remembered because your father had been planning your birthday party a month in advance, insisting that you get a decent party in comparison to the previous year – he had been working and had been unable to wish you a decent happy birthday.

“Let's see here,” Klaus said. “When I was ten, I had already become numb to the sight of dead bodies, I was being locked in a cellar with a bunch of corpses every weekend, and I had already killed too many people to keep track of.” He looked at you, raising a brow. “I don't have any judgement to pass, I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint.”

You gawked at him, heart thundering in your chest. It wasn't because of any particular reason – not one you were willing to admit, but Klaus always managed to make you feel like that. Having spent the majority of your life being so different, being labelled the freak just because of where you came from and what you could do, it would never fail to shock you into silence whenever Klaus reminded you that he was just like you.

You swallowed thickly and looked away, unsure of how to respond.

“I didn't mean to put a damper on the mood,” he said. “I just wanted you to know that I understand. What you did obviously wasn't alright-” You winced. Klaus quickly reached over, placing his large hands over your own. “-but I understand.”

Maybe one day those words would be enough. Maybe the knowledge of somebody understanding would settle your brain one day. It was good that Klaus had got the ball rolling.

---

“Just know that you can say no to this at any moment if you feel like it's getting too much.”

You looked up, one eyebrow raised; as per usual, Klaus had pushed aside a casual greeting and had instead opted for stampeding into your room uttering absolute nonsense.

“What have you done now?” you asked, setting your book beside you and pushing yourself up into a sitting position. “Also, lower your voice. You're not allowed in my room, remember?”

Klaus rolled his eyes but kicked the door closed anyway. It slammed with a loud bang that rattled the windows, but you refrained from saying anything – when it came to Klaus, sometimes it was just better to let him do what he wanted.

He waltzed over to your bed and set himself down, folding one leg over the other before turning to you with a pair of pursed lips and curious eyes. You had seen this expression on his face plenty of times before in the last few months – he was plotting something, and that usually wasn't a very good thing.

“Klaus....,” you drawled. “What have you done?”

“I haven't done anything. Yet.” He grinned. “Nothing except get sober, which is kind of the building blocks for this little plan.”

“Little plan?”

“I want to let you talk to your dad.”

You opened your mouth to respond, something casual and sarcastic, because that was just how you and Klaus always spoke to each other. However, the words died in your throat as soon as you managed to register exactly what it was he had just said.

Your head snapped round to face him, jaw falling open, panic crawling into your throat even though nothing had even been confirmed yet. Klaus noticed your widening eyes and your sudden lurch in breath and reached forward, cupping your face before the panic could get out of control.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me, alright? Look at me.”

You did so. You had to.

He tilted his head forward, clunking his forehead against your own. “Don't you go panicking on me, alright? I promise it's not a risky procedure. I've done it plenty of times before, and nothing is going to happen.”

“You're going to speak to my dad. The man I killed.”

“The man you killed accidentally,” Klaus corrected, pulling away. “I know I said you could say no at any point, but the voices are already coming through, so if you want to just sit back and listen-”

You grabbed his arm. “Klaus, what are you-”

But it was too late. It happened too fast. Klaus may have had good practice with his abilities, but you had to remember that he had been off his head on drugs since he was a young boy – the control he once had couldn't have been in it's prime, whether he was sober now or not. Judging by the tangled look on his face, he couldn't fight the voices off as well as he would have liked to.

You watched him closely. He closed his eyes, bit his bottom lip to suppress an obvious smile before his eyes burst open and he was staring straight ahead. Almost immediately his expression softened, his grin going from manic to kind in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, Mr L/N, you are a handsome bloke!”

Your heart stopped. “Klaus...”

He laid a hand on your own, giving your fingers a gentle squeeze. “I know, Y/N is looking well. The rehab has really helped fixed some things. Oh, come on, sir. Please don't start crying, or else I'll start getting teary-eyed and that's the last thing I want.”

You slapped his arm. “Tell me what he's saying.”

“Oh right, right,” said Klaus. “He was just telling me how well you're looking. He's been looking over you since you were young, and he was devastated when you started taking drugs.” Klaus raised a brow. “Bit of an insult there towards me, but I'll let it slide.”

“Stop getting distracted,” you hissed. You hadn't realised it, but you were gripping onto Klaus's arm for dear life.

“He's just happy that you're healthy again,” Klaus continued. “Do you have anything you want to say to him?”

You had so much you wanted to say to him, so much you needed to say to him, or else how would he ever understand? But being confronted with the question had you falling short; your throat closed over, tears springing to the surface. Klaus shot you a curious glance, curled his fingers around your own as you dug crescent moons into his skin with how tight you were gripping onto him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded slowly. “Just tell him I'm sorry.”

“You can say it yourself, you know. He can hear you, even if you can't hear him.”

“Dad,” you croaked out, the word feeling odd and heavy on your tongue because it had been so long since you allowed yourself to say such a thing. “Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. And I know it won't be enough, it can never be enough, but I'm trying so hard to make myself into a better person for you. I want to be a person you can be proud of, whether you're there to see it or not.”

Klaus paused for a moment. “He said he's always going to be there to see it. He's been there since you were eleven years old.”

You closed your eyes, the words smacking into you like a ton of bricks. Klaus sighed heavily, reached round and tugged you into his side. You would usually pull away from him. His jacket would forever smell like weed, and his goatee was rough against the side of your face, but the warmth his comfort brought was enough to have you sinking into his side and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“He says he doesn't like seeing you cry,” Klaus mumbled. “Listen, old man, they're a bit upset at the minute, alright? Cut the kid some slack.”

“He never liked me crying,” you sniffed, trying desperately to wipe the tears off your face. “Fuck, he probably thinks I'm a right wimp.”

“He may have said that once or twice already.” Klaus hissed, shooting upright and turning to the wall. “And apparently he's got a swing on him!”

You grabbed Klaus's arm, letting out a shaky laugh for the first time in what felt like years. Klaus looked back down at you, smiling softly at the sound of laughter – he was forever laughing, and you never understood how he did it, considering the circumstances he was in.

“I love you, Dad,” you said, finally. It seemed like the right thing to say, no matter how unfamiliar the words were after so long of not saying them.

Klaus paused, waiting for your dads response, but he didn't really need to say anything. You noticed the way his shoulders slackened, the way he looked away and smiled to nothing in particular – your father had responded nicely, and that was enough to have you grinning from ear to ear, despite the tear tracks staining your cheeks.

“He's gone,” Klaus said at last, turning to look at you. “He was a nice fella.”

You nodded. “Thank you for doing that, Klaus. You didn't have to.”

“It was the least I could do.”

You raised a brow. “What?”

“Well, you're the only one keeping me sane in this hell hole,” he replied. “The least I could do was give you some closure. And also, I needed to get in your dads good books before I tried anything. Gentleman etiquette and all that.”

You paused, staring at Klaus as if he had two heads. He looked back down at you, his grin only growing more and more the longer you stared at him.

He didn't elaborate. He didn't really need to – not with words. Not whenever your fingers were gripping his upper arm like your life depended on it, like you would truly fall through the centre of the earth if you let go.

You quickly detached your fingers, only just then realising how tightly you had been holding onto him. You made to draw back, but Klaus grabbed your wrists and tugged your hands back into his chest before you could get very far.

You swallowed. “Klaus...”

“You always say my name like that,” he said, shaking his head. “I never know what I've done wrong.”

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever you'll let me do.”

And in that moment, with your heart beating at a million miles per hour and that goofy smile playing on his lips, you would have let him do anything. That's why you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his own, only for a minute because human contact was scary and it was something you weren't used to, but you were willing to put those fears aside for the man who had just risked everything to let you speak to the man you missed most in the whole world.

Klaus responded immediately, his lips moulding against your own as if multiple practice rounds had been made beforehand. He let go of your wrists, cupped your jaw instead as your own arms wound around your waist and settled on his back belt loops.

The kiss was short lived, but it was enough. He clunked his forehead against your own, his hands falling from your face and dipping down to play with your shoes in that way he always did when you and him were talking.

“Klaus....,” you whispered.

He chuckled breathily, opened his mouth to reply-

A yelp escaped his throat. His head snapped round, his eyes narrowing before he span back around and stared at you in disbelief.

“What? What happened?” you demanded.

“Your dad's just thrown his fucking shoe at me!”

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