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lesbianjackies · 3 years ago

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Don't Say Anything At All

Klaus Baudelaire x ADHD!Reader

Request: I've never done this before but can I request a Klaus Baudelaire x Reader who has ADHD? Like their mind works faster than their mouth and they can be loud and obnoxious but also feel insecure about it? You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable or anything :)

Gender: Not specified

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff :)

Word Count: 969

A/N: Y'all I am so sorry. Stuff's been really rough for me this past few months so I have just not been able to write :(( I know I say this every time I post and every time I disappear into the void without another fic, but I really do want to start writing more regularly. I love writing and I think it'll be good for my mental health, and I just wanna give you guys more content! I'm trying to get around to the requests I have right now even though they're months old and the requesters have probably longgg forgotten about them (sorry again), but my requests are still open so if you got something feel free to send it in. I'd prefer you not send it anonymously - this hasn't been a requirement before and I will still write anon requests, but since I cannot be trusted to get around to requests in a reasonable amount of time, I'd prefer to have your username so I can tag you in the fic. (This is so if it takes me months to get around to your request, you can still see it when I eventually do write it.) I really do love you all, and I hope you enjoy this fic!!

You knock on the door, bouncing slightly on your heels. You bite your lip anxiously as you skim over the paper you wrote. The content is good, you think, but Klaus will have to look over it to check for any distraction-induced mistakes. You feel like a nuisance bothering him over things like this, but you’ve learned time and time again that if he doesn’t check your work you’ll miss some tiny mistake that’s a little more than tiny to your professor and take your grade down a letter or two.

It takes only a moment for Klaus to answer your knocking, a small smile on his face when he sees you outside his house. “(Y/N)!” he says, glancing at the papers in your hand. “You need me to check, I assume?”

You nod nervously, hoping he’s not too bothered by the request. You know it’s silly; Klaus is always happy to help you with whatever you need, but everyone else seems to be annoyed by the trouble you have with what they consider to be simple tasks, and you can’t help being afraid Klaus will someday start to agree with them.

“All right,” he says kindly, taking the papers from you and leading you to his room. He flicks the light on and takes a seat at his desk, grabbing a red pen to make revisions with. He tilts his head over to his bed. “You can have a seat, if you want. There’s no need to stand awkwardly by the door.” His tone is teasing, not judgmental, and you grin before sitting in a cross-legged position.

“Thanks.” You bite your lip and crane your neck in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your paper, but you can’t see from behind Klaus, so you give up and draw your attention to his bookshelves. “Have you read all of these?” you wonder aloud.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, still focused on your paper. “I’ve read a few of them more than once.”

“Wow,” you breathe. “I mean, I read a lot, too - I’ve read most of the books I own, as well as some I’ve only borrowed, but I don’t own nearly as many as you do, and I don’t think my taste is as broad as yours. I mean, I see fantasy, historical fiction, realistic fiction, non-fiction - you have everything on your shelves! I usually stick to fantasy or science fiction - I just get bored with the realistic stuff, you know? I’ve already got enough of reality in reality - I don’t need to read about it. Not that it’s bad that you read other stuff! It’s good, really, you’re doing better than me, to be honest; I wish I could read those other things. I just - “ You stop, realizing you’ve been rambling. “Sorry,” you say, lowering your voice. “I should shut up.”

“No, no,” Klaus says, getting up from his spot at his desk and sitting beside you. “Don’t shut up, I like when you talk.” He nudges you with a smile. “And there’s nothing wrong with having a specific taste in books.”

You look at him, a blush covering your face that you hope he doesn’t notice. Most people hate hearing you talk; they say they can never get a word in and all you do is ramble. For someone - especially Klaus - to not only enjoy your rambling, but care enough to respond to what you were rambling about, is something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. “Th- thank you.”

He looks a little confused at the expression of gratitude. “Of course. Oh, and I finished looking over your paper,” he says, getting up to grab it before sitting back down. “It’s really good - all of your points are excellent and cohesive, and I really like the wording of all of it. There are just a few spots with some minor grammar and spelling mistakes, nothing too hard to revise.”

You nod. You know you should feel proud of what you did well, but all you can feel is failure making a home out of your stomach. “Sorry. I know they’re silly mistakes to make, I just get really caught up in what I’m writing about and forget stuff like that. I’m trying to do better about it. I just wish I wasn’t such an idiot.” You look at your lap, fiddling with your fingers as you avoid Klaus’s gaze.

Klaus frowns and tilts your head up gently so you’re forced to look at him. “Hey, don’t apologize. Having trouble with grammar and spelling doesn’t make you an idiot. You’re actually really smart, and this paper you wrote is a prime example of that. Don’t beat yourself up over small things. This paper is really, really good, and I know you’re gonna get an amazing grade on it.” He looks at you nervously before placing a hasty kiss on your lips.

You blink, mouth slightly open in surprise.

He turns red and looks away, stuttering. “I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Please- please don’t let this change anything between us, it was an impulsive thing to do, and I shouldn’t have - “

You cut him off by placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him back. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

Now it’s Klaus’s turn to gape. “I- I… really like you, (Y/N)” he confesses, voice hushed.

A smile stretches across your face. “I really like you, too, Klaus,” you respond with a giggle.

Klaus returns the smile. “A- all right, then. Nice. Cool.” He gives you a pained expression. “Can you tell that I don’t know what to say?”

You laugh and cup his face with both hands. “Then don’t say anything at all, dummy.” And you kiss him again.

#klaus baudelaire x reader #klaus baudelaire x you #klaus baudelaire x y/n #klaus baudelaire fluff #klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire fanfiction #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #a series of unfortunate events fanfiction #asoue fanfiction #fanfiction #x reader #x you #x y/n #fluff #self insert

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woodandwaxwings · 4 years ago

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count olaf: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? sunny: Nope, absolutely not. klaus: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. violet: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. y/n: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. quigley: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

#reader incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #a series of unfortunate events #x reader #reader insert #asoue #count olaf #sunny baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #violet baudelaire #quigley quagmire

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 3 years ago

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could i please request an angst to happy ending duncan quagmire x reader where reader feels insecure because duncan has been spending an awful lot of time with violet. is it possible if you could add the scene where violet and duncan were staring at each other at the cafeteria, which makes the reader distant from duncan and thinks that duncan doesn't love her anymore. i'm apologize if this is too specific 🙏, i just love the way you write your works so much.

(A/N): Just in case you haven’t read my rules, I’d like to remind everyone that I only write platonic imagines for kid characters, so I’ve changed the “love” insecurities to “friendship” insecurities instead. I hope this is okay with you and that you’ll still love this.

You take your first steps towards the cafeteria with reddish and puffy cheeks, your hands tight into fists of anger as a glint of embarrassment is shown through your eyes. Duncan Quagmire, the one boy who you consider your best friend, hasn’t showed up at your usual morning meeting by the library’s doors. This is the third time he has ditched you, or rather “forgot”, as he adores to say whenever you confront him about it. Even his sister has been spending relatively less time with you than she used to, and you’re trying your best to not let their new behavior go to your head.

You walk further down the hall, the cafeteria’s doors coming closer and closer. You try to ignore the mocking snickers from the other students, but it only seems to make your blush worsen. Why did Duncan have to forget you again? It’s already hard enough to be the school’s pariahs when you’re together, you can’t quite go through it if you’re alone, and he knows it. So why has both he and his sister insisted of not showing up for the past week?

You’re not an idiot. You got a suspicion it has to do with the Baudelaires who recently got enrolled at the school. They’re nice, friendly, smart. From the few conversations you’ve had with Klaus and Violet, you think you could even become friends. Hell, you gladly welcomed them and their little sister into your friend group... but as the days went by, and despite Duncan’s best apologies and reassurances, it seems more and more like your “friends” want the new siblings to replace you instead of making them a new addition.

You stop in front of the closed doors, a shaky sigh escaping your lips, then you walk in. The busy room and the loud screams hide your entrance, your eyes immediately turning towards you and your friends’ usual table in the cafeteria. Your heart sore at the sight of the Baudelaires sitting there with the Quagmires, Klaus and Isadora talking to each other with a bright passion in their faces, while Violet looks down at her lap with a shy smile right as Duncan sends her a warm one.

A thread of jealousy inserts itself in your chest.

You were right. You knew you’d be right. Duncan has given up on your friendship, all to have one with a smarter girl, a prettier girl, a nicer girl. He and his sister found better people to spend their time with, and getting rid of you is apparently the one thing that was stopping them. Why else would they forget about you so easily?

Violet looks up towards Duncan, her eyes meeting you from afar instead. Her smile disappears to let place to a worried look when she sees the tears on your face, but she barely has time to open her mouth that you’re already turning around and running out. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, but worse of all, you don’t want Duncan to see you like this. It would only prove that you’re weak and undeserving of his friendship... and you sure as hell don’t want your other camarades to witness your tears.

You find a dark cranny in a random hallway, hiding yourself behind a pillar as you try to muffle your sobs through your hands. Why did your parents had to send you to this place? You want nothing but to go back home right now. Where its warm and full of love... you’d give anything to feel your father’s embrace while your mother fixes you up a hot chocolate for comfort.

“(Y/N)?”

You tense up when you hear his voice, looking towards its origine to see Duncan sending you an unreadable look a mere few metres away.

“Leave me alone.” You turn your back at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you hold back another sob. “That’s what you and Isadora want anyway.”

“Is that why you’re crying?” He approaches you, sadness overcoming his eyes. “You think we don’t want you around anymore?”

You give out a scoff, squeezing your arms tighter. “Well, why else would you have left me hanging at the library?”

Realization seems to hit him, a look of guilt taking over his features. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry... I forgot-”

“Yeah, right.” You send him a glare, tears continuing to fall down your cheeks. “You sure like to forget a lot.”

“I’m sorry... the Baudelaires said Sunny was hungry, so we headed straight to the cafeteria.” He reaches out for your shoulder, but he stops when you flinch away. “I... I’m sorry; I... I thought you’d join us.”

Your lips stretch into a hard smile. “Must have missed your telepathic message then.”

“You have the right to be mad...” He manages to take a hold of your hand, squeezing it to stop you from pulling it back from him. “But don’t listen to your head, (Y/N)... the Baudelaires are nice, but you’ve been my best friend since we’ve enrolled here. You really think I’d just want to throw our friendship away like that?”

You look down at his hands holding yours, a lump forming inside your throat as you remember all the hard times you’ve lived through together. A sigh escape your lips, embarrassment taking over your cheeks once more as you refuse to look into his eyes.

“... no...”

He gives out a smile, tilting his head so he can look at your face. “I’m really sorry for the way I’ve been treating you... but if you can forgive me, I’d really like for you to join us.”

You look back at his eyes, hesitation on your features. “Won’t that bother the Baudelaires?”

“You’re kidding, right?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I think Violet asked twenty times when you’d be joining us. And don’t get me started on all the theories Klaus wants to share with you...”

You manage to give out a genuine smile through your tears, using your free hand to wipe a few of them away.

“Come on...” He gently pulls your out of the dark cranny, leading you back towards the cafeteria. “I bet you’re just as hungry as Sunny is.”

You chuckle at his words, a sense of hope taking over your chest despites the lingering insecurities swirming inside your mind.

Maybe you’ll give this whole thing another chance before throwing it all away.

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #duncan quagmire #duncan quagmire imagine #duncan quagmire imagines #platonic #a series of unfortunate events imagine #a series of unfortunate events imagines #asoue imagine #asoue imagines #imagine #imagines #reader insert #request #requests

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ayoitspatricia · 4 years ago

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What are older sisters for?

Violet Baudelaire x sister!reader

It was late afternoon, you and your 3 siblings had decided it would be a nice day to visit the beach.

You were the second youngest out of you, Sunny, Klaus and Violet so as an instinct, your older siblings felt like they had to protect you and Sunny. This made you feel safe knowing that your siblings would never intentionally let you get harmed and that they would always try their best to not let you get harmed at all.

Your favourite out of your brothers and sisters had to be Violet. You both had a massive sister bond which meant that you and her were extremely close. A lot of the time, you couldn't even sleep without Violet by your side and you would always try to engage in activities Violet was doing, much to your parents dismay.

And this afternoon was one of those afternoon's where your sibling bond came in handy. You watched as Violet used her ribbon to tie up her hair, making it look perfect, and then continued what she was previously doing.

You put your hand into your dress pocket and pulled out a ribbon, which was similar to Violet's, and tried to tie up your hair the way she did. But after a few attempts, you gave up, huffing in an annoyed tone. This caught Violet's attention as she turned her head to look at you, chucking when she spotted the ribbon in your hands. The exact ribbon that she had lost 2 weeks ago. She walked over to you and sat down beside you.

"Would you like some help with that (Y/n/n)?" she asks you softly, making you nod in return.

She gave you a sincere smile and positioned you infront of her, taking the ribbon and carefully taking her time to tie your hair up with it. When she had made sure that it was good enough for you, she took out a small pocket mirror and gave it to you, letting you see how you looked.

You gave her a hug, "Thank you Violet!"

"Anytime (Y/n), after all, what are older sister's for?"

#x reader #y/n #reader insert #x fem!reader #x female reader #x fem reader #x female!reader #fluff #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #asoue x reader #asoue x y/n #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #violet baudelaire x reader #x sister!reader #sisters

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roadklii · 4 years ago

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Original Character Ref

Fandom: ASOUE

[SPOILER WARNING]

Anzu Eastwood

Cis Male

6'5

Blonde

Blue eyed

PERSONALITY:

Unpredictable, Spontaneous, Mood swings, self absorbed, sadistic, and to top it all off a minor megolomanic. (Obcessed with power.)

TIMELINE:

°Didn't have a good relationship with parents

°Went to Proof rock prep until age 16, only friend was a younger boy named Olaf.

°On his 17th birthday his family got massacred in "The Eastwood Tragedy".

°Few weeks later he started working for VFD

°Was on the 'Setting fires' side of the schism.

°Met Olaf again at 20.

°Both became close friends again, bonded over just losing their family.

°Quit VFD.

°Started working at the bank.

°Became the first most important financial advisor in the city.

°Was in his late twenties about now.

°Still friends with Olaf.

°Did singing as a side gig, would preform at Olaf's shows.

°Started dating Olaf at 33.

°Proposed at 35.

°Been together even now, Anzu is 41, Olaf is 40.

°Adopted Orphans.

°Wanted to steal said orphans money.

°Orphans did not like that idea.

°Chased orphans in a series of unfortunate events.

°Olaf almost died.

°He stopped running after the children.

°Now lives happily in his new remodeled house, which Anzu paid to get fixed up.

NOTES:

Kit and Ollie never dated in this universe, they were all just really good friends.

Esmé is a lesbian, is dating Orwell who surprisingly survived the fire.

Olaf didn't die in the end, just got hurt very badly. Anzu ended up saving him at the last minute.

Kit unfortunately, did pass though.

Anywaysss, I hope you like Anzu! He's been living in my head for 2 years as of now! <3

#asoue #asoue spoilers #asoue oc #oc #original character #count olaf #count olaf x reader #self insert #oc x canon

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arianadevareux · 5 years ago

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Imagine...

Being a Queen and, after taking in Charlie Bucket and the Baudelaire’s, having both Count Olaf and Willy Wonka vying for your affection.

(Female Reader)

(For @testingforcake23 Note: I changed the premise a bit so that the Queen doesn’t adopt the children immediately. Hope that’s alright!)

A Queen was meant to be a servant of the people; to look out for their best interests and keep them safe from harm. You tried your best, but you didn’t think that would include inviting orphaned children to live in the palace with you. But life had a way of making the improbable happen.

First was the boy, Charlie. He was left on the steps of a nearby vassal, and had been brought to the palace as a ward. After him came the Baudelaire children. They were kin to your lady-in-waiting, and after hearing their tale, she pleaded with you to allow them to stay. You agreed, knowing that there was hardly a safer place for them to be.

They were sweet children, and got along well. They spent a lot of time together and Charlie fit in well with the Baudelaire’s. Although he wasn’t as studious, he liked to help. You made it a point to spend time with them when you could and they took to you quickly.

There was a bit of a ruckus when Count Olaf tried to weasel his way into the palace, disguised as Captain Sham coming in for an audience after winning a medal for bravery. He was rather charming when he spoke to you. At least until he’d been found out. Then he ran off, eluding anyone that tried to stop him.

A few days later, there was a note left for you from Olaf in which he quoted a poem about forbidden romance.

Charlie managed to win a ticket that granted him a tour of the famous Wonka factory. Though you wanted to accompany him, you weren’t able to. A trusted guard went with him after some convincing. He kept trying to give the ticket to one of the Baudelaire’s.

When he returned, the candy maker came along with him. Charlie had won a game he didn’t know he was playing. His prize was the factory once Wonka was gone. Charlie asked if Wonka could stay for a while.

“It’s just... he doesn’t really have anyone except for his workers. Just for a little while. Please, Y/N?”

“Do you want to stay here, Mr. Wonka?”

He looked visibly flustered, and you told him that if he was uncomfortable, there was certainly no pressure for him to remain.

“You’re nicer than I thought a Queen would be. I imagined all Queens would scream and -” he giggled, lowering his voice, “behead people.”

“Ah, but the day is yet young.” You asked for a room to be prepared for him. A guard would show him around and get him settled in.

“This table seems to keep growing.” You were the last to come to dinner, which wasn’t unusual. You sat and visited with your new guest for a while. Charlie couldn’t help but gush about the factory while Wonka would chime in here and there with a story or an odd one liner. He didn’t hold eye contact with you for very long; but when he did, he would smile nervously.

“I know you!” You heard from your left. Klaus was speaking to one of the people who’d brought in your dinner. “You’re with Count Olaf!”

Too engrossed with the candy maker, you hadn’t noticed the change in staff. However, when you looked around you didn’t understand how you’d missed it. You’d never seen anyone that was serving you before. Just as you stood to call for the guards, Count Olaf himself emerged from the kitchen, clothed in a full chef’s uniform (toque blanche and all.)

“Good evening, Your Majesty. Have you missed me?”

“How did you get in here?!”

“A secret of the trade. Who is that?”

He was pointing to Wonka, who was watching the scene with half interest. He was sitting next to you and had to lean back to get a good look at Olaf.

“That’s Willy Wonka; the best chocolatier in the world,” replied Charlie.

Olaf looked him over and scoffed, “nice haircut.”

“What are you doing here?” Violet asked him, clearly agitated but quite controlled.

“Oh, calm down. I’m not here for you,” he said, mockingly. “I’m here for you.” He looked pointedly toward you.

“You need to leave,” said Klaus as he pushed his chair back and stood.

“No, he needs to stay,” said Wonka. “Will you behead him if he stays?” He asked you in an excited whisper.

“What? No, I don’t -”

“Y/N likes me too much to behead me.”

Wonka’s face was a mixture of confusion and disappointment. “Do you really?”

This was not how you expected to spend the evening.

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fangirlinacoffeeshopweshare · 6 years ago

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Nobody’s Home: The Honeymoon Phase

Previous Chapter

Taglist (Open): @itsanerdlife , @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked , @i-hear-crazy-calling-my-name

The Honeymoon period is a phase when something is brand new, usually in a good sense. Most people use it to describe new relationships between two people where seemingly nothing can go wrong. However Honeymoon periods happen for many things for instance, the Baudelaires going into Dr. Montgomery’s care. For the first three months max this will seem like the perfect home. Once this time is up you realise nothing is as perfect as it seems.

It’d been three wonderful months since we arrived at Dr. Montgomery's doorstep. We’ve become accustomed to the daily chores, mealtimes, bed time. It was still the early afternoon when the Baudelaires and I decided to take some downtime. Violet was helping Sunny feed the tortoise squashed banana (one of Sunny’s favourite pastimes). Last I checked Klaus was researching something in the library. I was baking cookies, sugar cookies to be exact, something I knew by heart.

“Bambini!” Dr. Montgomery called before entering the kitchen with Raymond on a leash.

“Taking him for a walk?” I asked while pulling the trays out of the oven so the cookies could cool.

“Yes to the store I need a few things.”

“Understandable.” I said moving about to start cleaning up my mess.

“How was your day?”

“Perfectly fine. Just baking some-”

“-Sugar cookies.” I nodded excitedly at him. “Alright, I better be off then tata! Best of lucky with those cookies!” He said walking out the front door. I then waited a bit longer for them to get to the right temperature. Warm enough to be soft and pleasant but not too hot as to burn your tongue. In my opinion the perfect temperature to eat cookies at, though I did put a couple in the freezer so they’d be harder to chew for Sunny. Once cool enough I started piling them onto a plate bringing them with me to the reptile room.

“Hey…” I said standing at the doorway, “Permission to come in? I brought cookies.”

“Well in that case,” Klaus said playfully back, “Do come in.” He moved away from the table towards me and the plate grabbing a couple of the fresh cookies for him and Violet. He walked back to the table and I sat down giving Sunny one of the hard as hockey puck cookies.

“Da” (Thank You)

“You’re welcome Sunny.” We all continued eating cookies and chatting among one another. It was peaceful after we fought Violet into having a longer downtime and saving the rest of our chores for when Uncle Monty came back from the store.

I suggest you stop reading here. Let this be the last chapter of the story you read. I'm afraid that this will be one of the last peaceful moments these children will share for a long time. If you'd have not heeded my warning and stopped reading can I give you this one thing to prepare for. Evil has come knocking.

The doorbell rang neither I or the Baudelaires wanted to answer it. Not because we weren't curious as to who came to visit Uncle Monty, but because we didn't want this moment to end. Unfortunately, all moments must end sometime. Together we walked to the door. Sunny in Violet arms and me and Klaus holding hands, I'd say this is a odd occurrence, but that would be a lie. Klaus and I have been holding hands more often than not, at first it was a way of comforting one another as we adjusted to being in Monty’s care, afterwards it just became habit. (One I hoped we’d never break)

Violet opened the door, and there stood our old guardian, Count Olaf. I let out a frightened squeak tightening my hold on Klaus’s hand. Mental note, apologise to Klaus later about closing off circulation to his hand. Klaus squeezed my hand back while Count Olaf spoke, “Good Morning my name is Stephano, I’m Dr. Montgomery Montgomery’s new assistant.” He looked weird wearing glasses and a lab coat with no eyebrows, but I knew it was him. It had to be Count Olaf… I just hope the others notice it too.

“It’s afternoon and you’re Count Olaf.” At least Klaus saw through the terrible disguise.

“Perhaps one of you could help me take my things to my room. That long ride was very dull and unpleasant and Stephano is very tired.” He said continuing his inaccurate Italian accent.

Violet hugged Sunny closer, “You’re Count Olaf and if anyone deserved a long drive down Lousy Lane it’s you! And we will not be helping you with your bags because we will not be letting you in this house!” Klaus moved quickly to shove the door closed. Sadly Count Olaf was quicker and stabbed a knife into the outer edge of the door preventing Klaus from closing it.

He took the knife out pushing the door wider. Fed up with us he drops his role of Stephano, “Well, well, well, it seems you children haven’t changed a bit… except maybe Y/n she does seem plumper…” Klaus growls beside me moving backwards dragging me with him. Count Olaf turns his attention to the sisters, “Violet, you’re obviously stubborn as ever. Klaus you’re still wearing those idiotic glasses from reading too many books.” He paused in his speech moving towards us with the knife. “Y/n I can see here that Klaus is your little boyfriend. Two idiotic bookworms in love... how… depressing.” I didn’t speak… more like couldn’t speak. Believe me I tried, I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Klaus didn’t let go though so at least he wasn’t too bothered by the comment. “And I see sweet little Sunny still has nine toes instead of ten.”

We started climbing up the stairs to avoid the man before us, “What are you talking about? My sister has ten toes just like the majority of people.” Klaus rebutted.

Count Olaf chuckled, “Really? I seem to recall a man named Stephano being so confused by being called Count Olaf he dropped his knife severing poor Sunny’s little toe.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Violet countered.

“Lets not get into what I would or wouldn’t do.” I nodded along with what he said moving farther away from him. “Instead let’s discuss your dear unfortunate parents.” he said tapping the knife against the photo of a grand piano.

“There’s no one in that photo.” I told him.

“Yes there is they’re in the piano.” He told me as a matter of factly.

“How do you know that?” Klaus asked pulling me behind him.

“I took the picture.” He explained before lounging at us. I pulled Klaus along running down the other staircase. Violet and Sunny were in front of us and making there way towards the door when I was tugged back, well Klaus was grabbed by Count Olaf but I was still holding his hand so I stopped with him. We tried to pull free and I saw an object start rolling down the stairs. Assuming the object was part of Count Olaf’s plan I bent down to grab it. While I was busy Klaus got free and started pulling me to the Reptile Room shutting the door behind us.

“How did he find us?” I asked above the pounding door.

#Nobody's Home #ASoUE #a series of unfortunate events #asoue fanfiction #reader-insert #klaus baudelaire #violet baudelaire #Sunny Baudelaire #minor violence #count olaf #Dr. Montgomery Montgomery #klaus x reader #klaus baudelaire x reader

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hayleythesugarbowl · 2 years ago

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jacques snicket x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: jacques headcanons let’s goo!! I’m a little obsessed with this man. hope this reaches someone who enjoys it <3 🍒🎀

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dating jacques snicket would include…

ok so he met you at a vfd party

we’re all picturing that netflix one, it’s ok

(the vibes where there what can I say)

and anyway couldn’t take his eyes off you

so of course he had kit introduce you guys

he bought you a drink and you two hit it off

he loves complimenting you vía lines from famous poems

you absolutely listen to frank sinatra together

when you guys go to vfd functions he never leaves your side

and always has a hand on your back or waist

he makes you tea

always insists on driving

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

also you just sit up for hours talking

or reading

he gives great massages

kit becomes like your sister

and lemony loves you too in his own way

the entire organization teases you two

which jacques pretends to hate

he’s definitely a gentleman like he insists on giving you his jacket and opening doors for you

he’s the most protective man like—🤚

his hugs are the best

he definitely calls you love and sweetheart

just imaging falling asleep with you’re head on his chest as he strokes your hair

he writes the sweetest coded-letters to you when one of you is away doing vfd stuff

“jacques, you know we’re not supposed to be communicating with each other. it could jeopardize the mission!”

“i’m sorry, love, but I couldn’t bear not to hear from you. don’t worry, I made sure to cover my tracks. nothing’s going to happen, i’ll always protect you.”

he would actually do anything for you and it’s so cute

this man is just in love with you and you’re so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! love jacques and this fandom sm ☕️🩰💌

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 6 years ago

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ASoUE REWRITE - Season 1; The Miserable Mill - Part i.i

⇢ Klaus x Reader⇠

*not my gif*

"Get a job, hitchhikers!" The man called, pulling his truck away.

The Baudelaire children had managed to escape the clutches of Count Olaf once again. While Mr. Poe, the man responsible for putting them in dangerous situations on multiple occasions was distracted with Count Olaf, the children noticed a pickup truck that bore the name LUCKY SMELLS LUMBERMILL. The three Baudelaires were able to slip away and climb into the truck bed unnoticed and were carried off into the woods as stowaways. But of course, eventually, the driver had spotted Violet and proceeded to kick the children out, leaving them to wander the woods.

After what felt like hours, the children found themselves at the edge of a familiar-looking scene. It was the grey and ashy remains of what was once a thriving town.

"It looks like there was a fire. Everything's gone." Klaus said somberly as him and his sisters trudged through the ashy remains of the town.

Ahead of them, a long stretching fence with the words LUCKY SMELLS was printed in large letters across. Behind it stood the towering structure of an old factory building.

"Not everything." Violet countered, looking at the approaching lumber mill

"Lucky Smells Lumbermill," Klaus said.

"Maybe this is where all the clues lead us. The secret safe and the strange photographs at Aunt Josephine's." Suggested Violet.

"The secret message and the statue lady at Uncle Monty's" Said Klaus, referring to the mysterious woman who was disguised in the middle of Montgomery Montgomery's maze who had helped them in their desperate time of need.

"Eebee," Sunny said, which meant something like "Count Olaf. He's just strange."

Violet looked at her sister and gave a look saying she agreed. Her lips pressed into a firm line.

"The only thing standing between us and all our parents' secrets..." Violet trailed off, as the three came to a stop in front of the enormous wooden wall.

"is an enormous wooden wall." Klaus finished. "What if we don't like what we find? Knowing can be a terrible thing."

"But not knowing, isn't that worse?" His older sister countered.

Klaus sighed, looking back at the enormous wall, knowing his sister was right. Meanwhile, Violet, who had been carrying the youngest Baudelaire sibling, turned to rest her baby sister on a nearby wheelbarrow where she could rest comfortably as she tied her hair up in a ribbon.

Anyone who truly knew Violet Baudelaire knew that whenever she tied her hair back in her ribbon, it meant her brain was hard at work thinking of an invention. Violet was one of the greatest inventors of her time and she is well known for her ability to create a high functioning device out of nothing but the scraps around her. A skill that has proved more than helpful when it came to escaping Count Olaf and has gotten her and her siblings out of his clutches on more than one occasion. The ribbon was to keep the hair out of her eyes, and it never failed to help her think.

She tied back her hair as she stared at the wall before her, all ready planning her next possible invention.

"I bet I could invent a catapult to get us over."

Meanwhile, Klaus was recalling all his acquired knowledge on walls and their infrastructure from his love of reading and his years of research. Another skill that has proved helpful to the children when surviving in a life on the run from Count Olaf.

"I read about walls. The Wall of Jericho, the Great Wall of China." Klaus recalled.

"All I need is a lever, a counterweight, and a very large spoon." Violet finished, as she tied the knot on her ribbon.

"Pink Floyd's The Wall. Although mother wouldn't let me watch that one," Klaus chuckled weakly at the memory of his dearly departed mother.

The siblings were taken aback to hear the creaking of the doors to the wooden wall and turned to find their clever baby sister at the gate.

"Sunny," Violet said in surprise.

The babbling toddler had managed to push open the gate with no trouble and sat on the ground gazing up at her older siblings.

Violet gave a half-smirk and walked forward, picking her baby sister up from the dirty ground and piles of wood chips and wood dust. She walked back to stand next to her brother once more.

Klaus frowned, and gestured to a sign in big red letters that read,

"WARNING: Trespassers Will Be Put To Work"

"Does this make us trespassers?" Klaus wondered.

"We're children," Violet said.

"Those aren't mutually exclusive." Klaus frowned.

"If we get caught, we'll just say we were on a school trip. Come on." Violet eased, walking forward, although she wasn't feeling as confident as she appeared.

Klaus followed in his sister's footsteps reluctantly, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

They walked forward towards the front doors of the lumbermill and Klaus asked the obvious question that was on all of their minds.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

"It's like father said about fine art. We'll know it when we see it." She suggested. "I think we're in the right place."

However, the three siblings stopped dead in their tracks, fear creeping in fast as they all saw the same terrifying building that stood tall in the lumber yard.

You see, ever since the Baudelaire's were sent to live with the wretched villain Count Olaf, there was a symbol that haunted the children almost as much as the man himself. A symbol that followed Count Olaf and the children everywhere they went. This symbol was of an eye.

A symbol that took form in a building.

There before them stood a menacing building shaped like a giant eye. And not just any eye, but the exact same eye that was tattooed on a very villainous man.

"I think we're in the right place," Violet said, stopping at the sight of the odd building.

"Or the very, very wrong place," Klaus said in despair.

"It could just be a coincidence," Violet offered, trying to ease her siblings' mind as well as her own.

The woman in white who was pacing in front of the window in the eye-shaped building did not go unnoticed by the Baudelaires.

"Maybe we should leave," Klaus said.

Klaus had not realized how on edge he had been until he yelped in fright when he felt a hand tap on his shoulder, startling his sisters in the process.

The three children whipped around to face an equally startled man who was not expecting the whole ordeal.

The man sighed. "Forgive me. I thought you might be trespassers. But now I see you're just children."

Klaus frowned once more. "They're not mutually-"

Violet jumped in before her brother could accidentally give them away. "We're on a school trip."

Klaus nodded. "Right, because we're schoolchildren." Klaus agreed less than convincingly.

"Well, this lumbermill is hardly a safe place for children, yet I suppose that hasn't proved a problem yet. Nevertheless, I should know, I run it."

The two oldest Baudelaire's shared an equally confused look before looking back at the man.

"Pardon?" Violet asked.

The man seemed to distract to noticed because he continued. "I'm Charles."

The two Baudelaire's seemed to remember the photograph at the same time and they both eagerly scrambled to pull it out, and Violet handed it to Charles.

"Do you recognize any of these people?"

Charles took the photograph and gave it a look. The children noticed his eyes widened in shock but he quickly tried to cover it up. All he did was force a smile, and handed the children the photograph.

"I think you better come see my partner," Charles said and began leading the children across the lumber yard, hiding his uneasy frown.

Violet did not skip the opportunity to ask questions. "Do you know what happened to the town over there?"

"Well, it's a sad story. Paltryville used to be booming," Charles explained as he led the three children to the office building. "We had a world food market, two hot yoga studios, and there was even talk of a water park. The name Paltryville was a misnomer. And then one day, the whole town burned down in a terrible fire."

The three children shared uneasy looks at the mention of yet another devastating fire, like the symbol of the eye, fire was another thing that seemed to haunt to the children and was a key factor in their seemingly endless misfortune.

"Luckily," Charles continued. "the lumbermill survived... and the eye-shaped building, which actually belongs to... oh, look, here we are."

The children were disappointed to be cut short of answers yet again and sighed.

Charles stepped forward and opened the door for the three children and the Baudelaire's stepped inside, hearts racing.

Charles led them down the long hallway and when he reached two double doors.

"Uh, children, I'd like you to meet..." he pulled back the sliding doors revealing a man surrounded in a cloud of cigar smoke.

The man turned around, exhaling a large amount of smoke. "Call me Sir, everybody does 'cause I tell 'em to. I'm the boss. They have to do what I say, even my partner here."

Charles coughed at the overwhelming amount of smoke.

"Doesn't 'partner' mean 'equal'?" Klaus asked, confused by the situation.

The two men shared a look and finally, Sir spoke for the two of them. "I do all the work. He irons my clothes." He said gruffly, taking another puff of the cigar.

Charles lightly scoffed. "I also cook your omelets." He then gestured to the children. "I found them wandering unsupervised, poor dears."

"Well, you know what we do with trespassers, don't you, Charles?" Said Sir.

"But they're only children." Charles plead. "I thought we could take them in. Give them a loving, normative home."

"Nonsense. I believe you treat children like grown-ups. Put 'em to work in the mill. It'll teach them responsibility. It'll teach them the value of hard work. And it'll teach 'em how to make flat wooden boards out of trees."

"But, Sir-" Argued Charles, not before he was soon cut short by his partner once more.

"Don't argue with me. We're partners. We've done it already, and there hasn't been a problem."

Once again, Klaus seemed taken aback by the indication that another child was working here was continuing to be slipped into the conversation without any explanation. He was a bit upset that his sisters hadn't seemed to have noticed.

"If we work in the mill, do we get to stay here?"

"'Get to?'" Klaus didn't know what was more upsetting about this whole ordeal; the obvious breach of child labor laws or his sister's eagerness to stay and participate.

"Bleyb" Sunny cooed, which meant "Stay here?"

Sir smirked and gestured to Violet. "This one gets it. In this economy, children are lucky to have a job at all. What's your name, young lady?"

"Violet... Baudelaire."

Sir seemed shocked at the news.

"A Baudelaire." He murmured in disbelief.

"Wait, do you... do you know that name?" Klaus asked eagerly.

Sir's voice lowered and his tone grew grim and serious.

"Of course I do. Every man, woman, and child in Paltryville knows the name Baudelaire."

"Why? Did you know our parents?" Violet asked.

Klaus immediately stepped forward and showed the man the photograph. "Who are the other people in this photograph?"

"Ack" Sunny said, which roughly translated to "What's with the eye-shaped building?"

"I don't understand what 'ack' means, but if you want to know about your parents, they-" before he could finish, Sir erupted into a coughing fit caused him to gag.

Charles started to pat his back. "Sir."

"Every time we are about to get some answers. Seriously?" He turned to his sisters and quickly vented.

Sir cleared his throat. "It's these cigars. I hate the things, but I can't quit smoking 'em. I'm the boss. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. There's a reason this town will never forget your parents. They're the ones that burned it down."

The three children gasped in disbelief.

"Our parents did what?" Klaus asked, not wanting to believe what he just heard.

"I'm an important man. Don't make me repeat myself. They burned down the town! They're, um... not anywhere nearby, are they?"

And just like that, it felt like another punch to the gut for the children.

"They died... in a fire," Violet answered, in a monotone voiced, knowing if she showed any sliver of emotion she would collapse into tears.

"Good." Sir said, nodding. "What goes around comes around. It's a terrible thing, startin' a fire."

Sir had walked over to his fireplace and threw another log onto the dwindling flames as he spoke, the Baudelaire children were listening, unable to believe such harsh and vile words spoken about their late parents.

"Why are you still standing there? You got work to do in the morning." Sir barked.

The children felt as if their feet were glued to the floor, their limbs were frozen. They felt numb and were still processing the terrible information they had just received. How could they possibly find the courage to get to work now?

•••

That night in the lumbermill workers' dorm, the Baudelaires pondered what they'd heard, and the weight of it felt like it had aged them a hundred years. Though, of course, it hadn't.

"Did you hear about the new recruits?" The woman at the nearby table asked as she tinkered with a small device.

If you are gossiping about someone and you don't have anything nice to say that that can be considered a very rude thing to do, but to do so when the person in question is well within earshot makes it a truly awful thing to do. Much like Norma Rae, Ceasar and Jimmy were doing, as they spoke illy of the Baudelaire's when they were only a few feet away.

"They're Baudelaires." Sneered Norma Rae.

"I hear their folks were arsonists." Mumbled Jimmy, his eyes never leaving his book.

"I hear they checked out library books and never returned them." Grumbled Ceasar, in between bites of food.

"I hear they drank blood from the skulls of chupacabras." Said Norma Rae.

"You mean they drank from baby's skulls like chupacabras."

"I know what I heard."

"Now, that's enough you three! You're just making stuff up at this point." Came a young voice, much to the Baudelaire's surprise.

The three children looked up in shock to see a young girl, who looked to be about a year or two younger than Violet, come walking up to the table, a small dinner tray in hand. She was dressed in a uniform identical to other lumber workers and was sprinkled with sawdust.

The three were at a loss for words as the stern look directed at the other three lumber workers softened when she turned to look at the Baudelaires. She smiled warmly.

"I apologize for the unwelcoming environment. I know how hard it is to lose your family in such a terrible manner. Is this seat taken?" She asked hopefully.

The three Baudelaires looked at one another and then back to the friendly stranger and the eldest sibling smiled politely, gesturing to the open seat across the table. "Not at all."

"Thank you," the girl smiled and took a seat.

"Thank you. For saying those things, I mean." Klaus stuttered.

The girl smiled at him and he smiled back. She sat up straight and looked at the three.

"Where are my manners? I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N." Y/N held out her hand and shook each hand. First Klaus, then Violet then little baby Sunny.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Violet Baudelaire, this is my sister Sunny and my brother Klaus."

"It's nice to meet you three, as well. I'm just sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. Tell me, if you don't mind me asking, what brings you three to Lucky Smells?" She asked, taking a bite of her food.

"Yebo," Sunny said.

Y/N tilted her head to politely show her confusion.

"What my sister means is, it's kind of a long story." Klaus smiled weakly.

Y/N straighten up and looked at sunny and smiled, "Well, if you're willing, I'm all ears, Sunny."

Sunny smiled at the girl, much like her siblings, she was already beginning to feel at home from the girl's welcoming presence.

So the three siblings shared their terrible tale. Everything from the gloomy day at Briny Beach, to the current day and how Charles put them to work after telling them their parents had caused the fire. Once they had finished, the Baudelaires grew worried that their new companion grew quiet.

"I'm- I'm so sorry Baudelaires, that sounds... unspeakably terrible."

The Baudelaires sighed.

"It was. It... is." Violet said glumly.

"Wait, so, you don't believe our parents started the Paltryville fire?" Klaus asked hopefully.

Y/N smiled sadly. "No, Baudelaires, I don't. I never have. This probably doesn't help, but I'm afraid I'm the only one who thinks so."

"It does help," Violet said, much to Y/N's confusion. "At least someone believes us, I mean. It's better than no one."

Y/N smiled sadly at the kind nature of three children. Despite all their hardships, they were still truly good and kind people.

"Now, if you don't mind us asking, you know why we're here but, we don't know why you're here. You're so young, how did you find yourself working at a dangerous place like this?"

Y/N grew somber and folded her hands in her lap and looked at the Baudelaires. "My parents and I lived in Paltryville all my life. But when the town burnt down, my family perished as well. I had nowhere to go, and no one came to get me like this Mr. Poe you told me about. So I had to fend for myself."

The Baudelaires nodded in understanding as their new friend told her story.

"I knew that Lucky Smells provided housing for their workers so I applied and I was rather shocked at how little they needed convincing. Quite concerning actually," The Baudelaires all nodded their head eagerly in agreement. "Anyways, I've worked here ever since."

It was quiet for a moment and then Y/N continued. "My parents spoke of yours often Baudelaires. It seems they were friends. Colleagues even. I would always ask in what but they'd refuse to tell me. Anyways, they always spoke highly of your parents. My mom even said that your parents saved their lives once. That's why I refuse to believe your parents ever could have done something so wicked. I trust my parents and they say yours were good people and I stick by that."

"Thank you, Y/N," Klaus said, smiling at the girl who smiled back.

"Geebo" Sunny said, which meant "Get a room!" It caused Violet to fight a smirk and Klaus shook his head to clear his thoughts and partly to hide the creeping blush.

Suddenly, the high pitched ring of the speakers pierced the silence and a booming static muffled voice rang out. "Lights out. Two seconds."

Then, all the lights in the cabin, save for the lit candles, shut off simultaneously.

"But it's only six 'o clock," Klaus said.

Suddenly, a large, happy man walked by towards his bunk bed. "Oh, boy, more time for dreaming." He said cheerily.

"That's Phil. As you can see he's a bit of an optimist."

"Did someone say my name?"

"Hi, Phil! I was just helping the Baudelaire's get acquainted. They're the new recruits everyone has been talking about."

"Oh boy! New friends!" He wheezed in delight. "I'm Phil, and I'm excited to work with you kids."

Violet smiled weakly and gestured to her siblings.

"Thank you. I'm Violet. These are my siblings, Klaus and Sunny."

"Listen, I... I know things seem dark. But you have to look on the bright side. So your parents burned down towns. You don't have to be like your parents. My parents were Olympic athletes and look at me." He smiled a toothy grin. "I work in a lumbermill."

Y/N sighed at Phil's comment and about the Baudelaire parents, feeling bad for the poor orphans and embarrassed knowing her friend didn't realize what he had done. She quickly tried to change the subject.

"Phil, did you have you have something there?" She asked, gesturing to his bag in the table.

The optimist's smile grew and he reached for the bag pulling out some pamphlets and a set of uniforms for the children.

"Who wants a welcome packet?"

The Baudelaires felt unsettling feeling growing in the pit of their stomachs as they thought of what might lay ahead of them in the morning. But nevertheless, it seemed a bit of the man's optimism had rubbed off on the children, especially a certain speckled Baudelaire, in particular, knowing they had made a new friend their age.

For the first time in what felt like months, the children felt as if they weren't so alone. Having someone who understands exactly what you are going through during a particularly traumatic time can be a very fortunate, very rare thing. Someone to share you're experiences and hardships with, someone to complain to who'll say "My entire family perished in a terrible fire and an evil and treacherous man is following me and conspiring to get my family fortune as well!", rather than the less than comforting "Look on the bright side, at least you survived. And there is no way that man could ever find you in disguise a fourth time!" can sometimes be the most therapeutic experience. And that is exactly what the Baudelaires and Y/N L/N found when they found each other.

•••

"I do hope I'm not intruding," Y/N said as she returned to the table, having washed her dishes.

The three smiled at Y/N. "Not at all," Klaus said.

"I would be more than happy to offer my services to you three. I like you Baudelaires, and I'll help in any way I can to help clear your parents' names and I'll keep an eye out for this vile man Count Olaf, you've told me so much about."

The three shared a look. Violet looked to the girl and leaned in concerned.

"That is a very kind offer Y/N, but I'd hate to put you in danger. I dread to think what would happen if he ever caught up to us and knew you were helping us. He isn't afraid of hurting innocent people, and certainly not children,"

"And I appreciate the concern, Violet. But I want to help." Y/N looked around before leaning in and whispering. "I don't know much, but my parents were apart of something big and I think we are after the same answers. If we work together, I think we can find out what's really been going on. I hadn't mentioned this before, I hardly speak of them, but I too have siblings as well"

The faces of the Baudelaires fell, even baby sunny let out a sympathetic coo, and Y/N leaned back.

"It's true. They died in the fire. B/n and S/n. They were twins." She trailed off at the mention of her siblings. "I loved them and I miss them every day. Maybe, just maybe I can find some answers and find out why all these fires are being started."

It was quiet for a moment. Then Klaus spoke up.

"I'm, so sorry for your loss."

She smiled sadly. "Thank you, Klaus. And I'm sorry for yours. But, you must know, I can hold my own. And I am not afraid of facing Count Olaf if it means looking out for you three. And I'd be more than willing to help in any way I can if you'll let me."

"Thank you, Y/N. We really appreciate it!"

"So, what can I do to help."

"Unfortunately, we're not even sure what we're going to do yet. We were going to come up with a plan tonight."

"Okay! Well, here's a map of the mill. Maybe this will help." Y/N said, unfolding the large map that had been on the table, while Klaus began reading through the welcome manual.

"Oh, look Klaus. The mill has a library. Maybe you can research what happened here and clear our parents' names."

"Oh, yeah. I've never actually been there before. I forgot it was there. Break times are so short but I bet you could go during lunchtime," Y/N offered.

Klaus chuckled and gestured to the Manual. "Look. The mill has machines. Maybe you could invent a way of making planks out trees faster."

"Yeeb" cooed sunny, as she pointed to a coupon. "Look. It's that eye building."

"Y/N, what can you tell us about this building?" Violet asked as she leaned forward, examining the picture.

"Oh, you mean Dr. Orwell's office? She's an optometrist who works just across the mill. I hardly ever see her. She's a bit of a recluse."

"Hmm," recalled Klaus. "Father always said he didn't trust them. Or optimists now that I recall."

"But what does an optometrist's office have to do with Count Olaf?" Violet wondered. "Maybe Phil was right. We should look on the bright side. This mill may be miserable, but since we got here, we haven't seen Count Olaf. And we met you, Y/N." The new set of friends smiled at each other. "What if that eye really was a coincidence? What I'd we finally found a place where Count Olaf won't find us?"

"Hopefully, you're right Violet. Here, let's see what we can do," she reached for the manual and map and the four children began planning for tomorrow.

•••

Later that night, the children lay in bed. Y/N was already fast asleep in her usual spot on the bottom bunk. Klaus was next to her in the adjacent bunk. Violet and Sunny shared the top bunk above Klaus.

"Is Sunny asleep?" Whispered Klaus in the dead of night.

Violet turned over to get a peek at her sister, who was sleeping soundly and smiling, as she occasionally nipped at the air. Violet smiled fondly.

"She's dreaming about biting something. Why?" Replied Violet.

"What Sir said about our parents. You don't think it could be true." Klaus asked.

Violet frowned. "Of course not."

"Then you agree what we have to do."

"Of course," Violet said. The two siblings then spoke at the same time. "Clear their names."

"Get out of here. Wait, what?" Klaus asked bewildered.

"If we clear their names, maybe we can finally get some answers. Besides, what about Y/N?" Violet asked.

At the mention of their new friend, Klaus turned his head and looked over at the sleeping girl. Unlike Sunny, she looked troubled as she slept. She hugged her pillow tightly and a frown was etched onto her face.

Klaus bit his lip and turned, focusing his gaze on the top bunk above him, not wanting to think about leaving the girl he just met.

"She's wonderful, and it's very gracious of her to offer to help, which is all the more reason to get out of here while we can. If Count Olaf catches up to us, we'd be putting her in danger. And I'm sorry, but I can't help but think, maybe our parents wouldn't want us here anyway."

"Then they shouldn't have left us alone." Violet snapped.

Klaus was shocked at his sister.

"You know that's not what they did."

Violet took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I know it's not their fault. And I know you're just trying to be cautious."

Klaus sighed. "I guess we're not seeing eye to eye."

It was quiet for a moment, and then Klaus spoke once more. "I wish they were here. Our parents."

"I know." Replied Violet, in a sad tone. "I don't like this place either. But staying is the best way to find out what our parents were hiding."

"The best way to find out would be to ask them. But we never can."

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hannaswritingblog · 3 years ago

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Headcanon: meeting count Olaf and him seeing his reflection in you and being startled by your experiences

Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events

Previous parts: [part 1] [part 2]

Requested by anon [x]

Olaf definitely isn't willing to show his emotions too easily

He prefers to remain intimidating

Especially when he meets people from the fire-fighting side

So it's not surprising that this is how he treats you when you first meet

But you soon notice cracks in his cold demeanor

Similarly to your meeting with Lemony, you realise where they come from once he starts questioning you

'You haven't met any Snickets on your way to me, have you?'

'Actually, Jacques trained me. Oh, and I know Lemony quite well'

'Of course, I should've noticed. Another kid under their influence'

His reactions make you think that the cracks you've noticed only come from curiosity

But even though he seems to despise you for your affiliation, there might be more to that

As your chance to spend more time around Olaf would probably be through being captured by his troupe, you don't have too many ways to act

The only thing coming to your mind is talking him into letting you go or opening up

So you start bragging about how much Jacques and Lemony and also Larry mean to you

As well as about all the accidents that lead you to this situation

Even though Olaf doesn't react to you talking for quite a while, it seems like he gets more and more gloomy everytime he sees you

He finally lets some truths slip up, which makes you realise he knows your mentors well and for a long time

'Well, well, I thought they changed since we last met, but they still have the same... noble values'

You decide to respond to his cynical tone

'They're trying to make a world a better place, you know'

'But at what cost? Look what's happening to you'

'It's you who holds me captive though'

That's probably what makes him break and decide to let you go

Although you still want to make sure before you set off for your further adventures

'Don't you want to keep me? Maybe I'll be useful'

'You seem like someone I could be if I wasn't pushed to choose this side. So go, before I actually make good use of you'

Knowing he's honest, you smile briefly in appreciation

Only then you feel fully ready to continue your mission

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imsupposedtobedoingsomething · 6 years ago

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Melancholy Meeting (Lemony Snicket x Reader)

Background: This series will be an AU set in a fictional past. Along the same lines of ASOUE’s tone, this reality is not like ours so there is no “historical accuracy.” I’ll try my best to explain the differences between realities when they come up. Also, this is a female reader just because I felt like using they pronouns would make it difficult to read.

Let me know what you think!

You ran through the cobbled streets, pushing and snaking through groups of people on the walkways. Behind you there was a group of ruffians also ignoring politeness and pushing their way through, but they were in the wrong and therefore were unforgivable.

There are many different reasons for grown individuals to run through the streets. Famously there is the Running of The Bulls in Pamplona, Spain where not only do people flood the streets but so do bulls. In childhood, one often finds themselves being pursued in a game of tag.

Unfortunately for you, the burly individuals behind you were aggressively trying to regain what they felt was a “stolen” object which you had tucked deep into the folds of your clothes.

You knew of course that they were not the original owners. For the past week and a half you had been on a job trying to locate a file belonging to a young, down-on-her-luck woman you had become acquainted with. For a heavily reduced fee, you had agreed to retrieve these documents with as little illegal actions as possible.

Just as you felt sure that the growing distance between you and your pursuers meant safety, you crossed paths with three individuals who would come to change your life drastically. But you were, of course, unaware of this fact.

So when the youngest of the three Snickets reached out to grab the back of your shirt collar and stopped your progress towards security, you were more than a little irked as you turned to gape at the audacity of the man.

“Excuse me sir,” You faked politeness as you tried to free your collar from his grasp, “I am in a bit of a rush on this very fine day. Please, I beg, release me.”

The unfamiliar man- along with his two companions- gave you the once over, taking in the ludicrously baggy clothing you had chosen to disguise yourself in. Ludicrous here means so foolish and out of place that it was laughable because no one would dress in such extremely ill fitting clothes except someone trying to hide. And, of course, one does not want to be obviously trying to hide. It makes it quite easy to find them.

Lemony peered deeply into your eyes, a bit closer than etiquette usually allowed. Your heart thundered against your ribs but you held his gaze despite it.

“What has you running through the streets?” Lemony’s eyes flicked behind them towards the gang running towards them. He determined the appropriate time to let the girl in order for her to escape their grasps.

For a moment you considered lying but the sharp glint of his eyes made it catch in your throat. Instead you pulled your coat aside to give a flash of the file you had tucked within the folds. Lemony noted the mischievous, pleased grin that crossed your face.

As soon as his hand released your collar, you continued your interrupted sprint through the streets. But not before the other Snicket was able to slip a card out of your pocket.

When your silhouette disappeared into the foggy distance, the three Snickets looked at the delicately designed calling card. It was convenient to already have the woman’s information.

“A new recruit maybe?” Kit asked her brother with a devilish smirk.

“We’ll see.”

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 4 years ago

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I dunno if you still write reader inserts, but I was wondering if you could write a Count Olaf x fem reader that starts out really sad, but has a happy ending where they both fall in love with each other. Like the reader was captured by him & had depression & it reminded Olaf of how he felt when his parents were killed.

(A/N): Thank you for your request! I tried my best to capture Count Olaf’s personality and make it realistic, but I’m sorry if it doesn’t sound like him. Also, it’s rather long. I hope you’ll still like it nonetheless!

“Stop sighing.” You tense up as soon as you hear his voice, your eyes shifting towards his form drinking at his grand table. “It’s annoying.”

“... sorry.” You continue to clean the floor with your bare hands, the soap stinging the opened cuts on your fingers. “I won’t do it again.”

You haven’t even noticed that you were sighing, too enraptured by your past memories. Remembering your old life was the only way for you to stay sane in, every single day you had to spend in this place only bringing your mental health further down. You couldn’t bear to live in this reality where you had to clean and cook for this man and his idiotic group of “friends”. You just... couldn’t. So whenever you can, you travel far away into your happy childhood whenever you could... until it becomes too painful for you to stay there.

You feel your bottom lip starting to quiver, your hand flying towards your mouth to hide it as your eyes fill up with water. You miss your family; you miss your friends... you miss the life you had before you got taken away.

You miss being happy.

Count Olaf frowns when he sees your expression change, a snarl of disgust forming on his. “If you dare cry again...”

You let go of the brush to hide your face with your hands, careful not to sting your eyes with the remaining soap on your fingers. “I’m... sorry...!”

He rolls his eyes in annoyance as soon as he hears the quiver in your voice, bringing his liquor to his lips. “I swear to fucking god...” He takes a sip, looking at you with pure frustration. “...you’re the most annoying servant I’ve ever had.”

“I’m really... sorry...!” You try your best to wipe away your tears, remembering some of the punishments you got when he first brought you here. “I can’t... control it...”

He almost scoffs, his eyes looking at his plate of food so he can properly cut the steak you cooked for him. He stops when he hears you whimper once more, his head snapping at you.

“I told you to stop crying!-”

His scream dies on his lips as soon as he sees your reddish face, the expression of pure desperation on your features bringing a memory he thought he forgot. It looked like the face he used to see in the mirror, the one that appeared after his father died so many years ago. Now that sadness and desperation have turned into anger and a need for revenge.

“I’m sorry, I’ll...” You shake your head, trying to take control back on your feelings. “I’ll do better-”

“Get out.”

You look at him in shock, his voice sounding like something you’ve never heard from him before. “... what?”

“I said ‘Get out!’“ He pushes his plate of food away from him, an unreadable expression on his face. “And take this away! It’s disgusting!”

You slowly stand up, your hands trembling as you approach him. “I... yes, of course-”

You rapidly take the plate and run out of the room, a spark of hope in your eyes. Are you actually going to be able to eat something good tonight? Would he be mad if he finds out?

He watches you leave with an attentive eye, an unknown glint in them. He simply stays silent, soon taking a few more sip of his liquor.

You don’t need to know that he lied about the food.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“What are you doing?”

You jump up at the sound of his voice, turning around as soon as you realize that he’s here, in the kitchen. “I... um... washing the dishes...?”

Count Olaf never step a foot in this room, not even to yell at you for your incompetence as a slave. The fact that he was here, standing right at the entrance with that frustrated expression on his face, only made you wearier. You must have done something extremely bad for him to be there... right?

Meanwhile, he lets his eyes wander from one wall to the other, noticing the disappearance of all the dirt and disgusting things he had thrown in there for the past few years. Even the walls look cleaner than they did before, something he never even thought was possible.

“... You did a good job.” Your eyes widen with surprise, your fingers slightly letting go of the counter you were holding on to so tightly. “For once.”

“I... thank you-”

“But don’t think you can slack off.” He gives you a glare before he steps out, his hands joined behind his back. “I’ve invited people for lunch. So get to cooking.”

“Y-yes! I will! Um...” Your hesitation makes him stop in his tracks, his head slightly turning towards you with a flame in them. “... anything... you want in particular?”

He gives out a sinister grin. You almost want to hit you in the face. The last time you asked him that, he told you to shut up and just guess what he wants-

“Whatever. I don’t care.” His answer surprises you once more, your mouth almost opening wide. “These idiots don’t deserve a grand meal anyway so just do something edible.”

“Ah... yes. I’ll... get right to it.”

“Good.” He starts to leave once more, his voice getting louder as he disappears. “And I don’t wanna hear you crying!”

You just stare at the entrance of the room, shock still plastered over your features.

What... is going on...?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Stop.”

You freeze, internally begging the universe to save you from this situation. You were passing by Count Olaf in the hallway with a bunch of clean and folded clothes in your arms, having the intention of leaving them in his room like usual... but for some reason, he decided to stop you today. Why? What did you do wrong?

You almost flinch when you see his hand approach your face; your eyes closed tight. You feel his fingers take a strand of your hair, your eyes slowly opening to see what he’s doing.

“.. is... there something wrong?”

You noticed his eyes observing the strand of hair he’s holding onto, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Your hair’s disgusting.” He lets go of it, looking at you with his nose snarling up. “And your scent is unbearable.”

“Ah... sorry...” You feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up on your cheeks. “I... I don’t have any more of the soap you gave me-”

“Use mine.” Your eyes widen once more, though he rapidly makes a small movement with his hands when he realizes what he’s saying. “Don’t get any ideas in your head! I just can’t stand the way you smell and I want you to get rid of it.”

“I...” He walks away before you can say anything, your eyes carefully watching him leave. “... okay...?”

The fact that he was slowly starting to give you more freedom made you both happy and suspicious. You couldn’t pinpoint why he was suddenly being this way... Seriously, why is he nice to you?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You give out a scream as you turn around, seeing Count Olaf standing right at the entrance of your ‘room’.

“I... sorry!” You hide your mouth, realizing how loud your scream was. “I... um... can I help you?”

He doesn’t answer you, his eyes scanning every inch of your ‘bedroom’.

“... do you like this room?”

You’re taken aback by his question, having expected him to ask you to clean or cook or something. “Um... yeah, yeah, I like it.”

He turns his eyes towards you, a glare in them. “I don’t like when people lie to me.”

You stay silent, fear bubbling inside your stomach. “I... sorry.”

“Ugh.” He rubs his fingers against his temples. “Stop saying you’re sorry. It’s even more annoying than your crying.”

You have to bite your bottom lip to stop another ‘sorry’ from coming out of your mouth, taking everything this man says seriously. You haven’t been punished in weeks, but you do not want to make him angry.

He gives out a grin when he notices your efforts. “You learn quick. Good.”

“Thank you-”

“Shut up; I’m not done talking.” You rapidly close your mouth again, his eyes now looking around your room once more. “... this place is a dump. I’m giving you a new room.”

“What?” You blink in shock; the more time passes, the less you understand this man. “I... thank you...!”

Your words make his grin widen, pride appearing in his eyes. Helping people is something he usually despises... but hearing you thank him every time he does something relatively nice for you makes him feel... happy. In a way.

How disgustingly satisfying.

“It’s the one upstairs, a few rooms from mine. You know the one.” He walks out of the room but stops a few feet away to send you a look. “You have ten minutes to move your things over there before I change my mind.”

He chuckles when he sees you run around the room to grab the few pieces of stuff you own, his feet soon taking him away.

It’s still much funnier to mess with you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You warily stand at the entrance of the living room, your eyes carefully watching Count Olaf gulp down another glass of wine he stole from a nearby store last week. He’s been like this ever since he came back from the outside, the grin he was wearing this morning now replaced with angry deformed features.

“Stupid theater...” He mumbles under his breath, still drinking the wine. “... can’t recognize talent when they see it...”

“... Are you okay?”

His eyes snap towards you, which makes your body tense up. “... why do you care?”

“I...” You open and close your mouth a few times, hesitating. “I’m just... worried...?”

He snorts, too drunk to even throw something at you.... or so you guess.

“I don’t like people lying to me, remember?”

“I’m not lying.” You take a few steps into the room, his eyebrow quirking up as he watches you get closer. “You look... sad.”

“I’m not sad.” It’s your turn to quirk an eyebrow at him, his eyes rolling soon after. “Alright, fine! I’m sad! Happy?”

“... no.” You slowly sit down on a chair next to him, your answers only making him surprised. “Of course not.”

... maybe you don’t hate him as much as he thought you did. Or maybe you’ve become crazy. He learned kidnapped people sometimes become crazy and start liking their kidnappers or some shit like that.

“... if you want...” You hesitate to talk, knowing how impulsive he can be when he’s angry. “... you can talk to me about it.”

He stares at you in silence for a long while, making you feel uneasier with each second passing.

“... thanks.” You look at him in shock, not quite sure if you’ve ever heard this word come out of his mouth before. “... don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“I won’t.” Your lips stretch out into a small smile, his cheeks warming up as soon as he sees it. “Your secret safe with me.”

He grumbles, looking away from your face. “... whatever.”

You smiled. You never smiled before. You’ve always... cried, or sighed, or looked shocked. This is... new.

He likes it.

“So?” You put your arms on the table, tilting your head at him. “... what happened?”

“... Idiots being idiots...” He makes a movement with his hand, almost dropping his glass. “The usual.”

“... what did they do?”

Soon enough, he finds himself talking harshly about the theater people he met today, which soon turns into a long monologue about how stupid people are for not recognizing his talent and hiring him to do shows. Then he starts talking about his minions, how incompetent and infuriating they can be. He then starts talking about another topic, then another topic, pouring his heart out without even noticing... and you listen to every bit of it, not once traveling far away into your past memories of your old life. Instead, your smile slowly stretches out onto your cheeks with every word he lets out as your body relaxes, finding every story he tells absolutely fascinating.

And maybe you slowly start forgetting about the bad things he’s done to you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“I got good news!”

You turn your eyes away from the balustrade you’ve been trying to clean, and instead set them on Count Olaf coming back from the outside. He gives out a large wide grin as he walks towards you, a shining excitement in his eyes.

“It’s official!” He stretches his arms out. “I’m gonna perform my show every Friday night!”

“Really?” Your eyes widen with surprise, your lips stretching out into a wide smile. “You found a theater?”

“Well, they didn’t want to at first, but...” He makes a movement with his hand. “After I dropped the main director into acid, they gave me an opening pretty quickly.”

You quickly ignore that last comment, your arms suddenly wrapping around him for a hug. “That’s great news!”

He tenses up as soon as you hug him, his eyes widening in shock. He feels like a shot of electricity is violently running through his body, his now shaking hands slowly moving to grab your shoulders.

“... I know.” He tries to smile proudly to forget what he’s feeling, gently pushing you away. “Didn’t you hear me when I walked in? You might be more of an idiot than I thought.”

You give out a chuckle, the sound of it making his lips stretch out genuinely..

“I’m happy for you.” Your eyes spark up with joy as you look at him, though it’s your words that make his throat shrink. “You deserve this.”

He looks into your eyes, a sort of peaceful feeling overcoming him as soon as he does. It’s a feeling he’s been getting for quite some time now... and it only seems to appear when he’s talking to you or thinking about you, which is happening a lot more than he originally intended to when he forced you away from your life. It’s... a nice feeling.

Maybe too nice.

He tries to clear his throat, heat creeping on his cheeks. “... of course I deserve this. I deserve every good thing on this earth.”

You tilt your head at him, a small frown of worry on your face. “Are you okay...?”

That’s another problem... how you manage to see through him now. The last time he let someone into his life, his father died... and he doesn’t quite wanna know what is going to happen if he lets you even further in.

“I’m fine.” He walks away from you, hiding half of his now reddish face with his arm. “Go back to work.”

You watch him leave with a confused look. He’s been so open and talkative with you these past few weeks, but now he’s running away? Did you do something wrong?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Hey...” You make a peak into the living room, not liking to see him hunched over the fireplace with such a deeply serious expression on his face. “... did I do something wrong?”

“Huh?” He blinks a few times, slowly coming back to reality as he turns his eyes towards you. “... What?”

“Earlier...” You hesitate to speak, taking a few steps in. “... you looked angry... did I do something wrong?”

“... no. No, you didn’t.” He looks back at the fireplace, his past memories haunting him. “... not yet, at least.”

You frown, sitting down on the couch next to him. “What do you mean?”

He turns his eyes towards you. “... you’re gonna stab me in the back on day, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen, shock spreading on your face. “What?”

“Or you’re gonna die on me? Is that it? Is that what you’ve chosen?”

“What are you talking about-”

“People I love. They either die on me or betray me.” He squints his eyes at you, trying to see the future in your features. “I’m not sure which one you’re going to be.”

“I’m not-wait.” You blink, realization hitting you. “... did you say ‘people you love’?”

His eyes widen, an alarm ringing in his head. “No. No, I did not say that.”

“Yes, you did-”

“I did not!” He stands up and walks away, fear taking over his features. “You’re hallucinating! Must be all those cleaning products getting to your head!”

“... Olaf.” He barely manages to look back at you, an unreadable expression on your face as you stand up. “... do you love me?”

He slowly breathes in, not wanting to answer that question.

“Hey...” You give him a shaky smile, stopping a few feet away from him. “I don’t like people lying to me either.”

He gives out a small smile at your words.

“... I don’t know.” He shakes his head, trying to ignore his heartbeat ringing inside his head. “I... I really don’t know.”

You gently take one of his hands in yours, his eyes widening with surprise.

“It’s okay.” You smile gently. “I don’t know what I’m feeling either.”

“What if your feelings are fabricated?” His question takes you aback, staying silent as you listen to him. “You know... you’ve been stuck in here with me for months.”

“... I’d like to think they’re real.”

He knows they’re not. But he doesn’t know if he cares about that yet.

“...well, listen, real or not... I’m not going to betray you.” Your smile slightly stretches out. “And I don’t plan on dying either.”

He gives out a small grin. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Your lips stretch out. “So don’t worry about that... okay?”

“I never worry.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, his grin widening. “ I heard it causes wrinkles.”

You just chuckle at those words, which is enough to make his soul sigh in relief.

He doesn’t know if he should let you further in yet; if he should let himself open up more, and maybe love someone again...

... but right now, these simple moments aren’t that bad.

So why not just enjoy them while he can?

#asoue #asoue imagine #asoue imagines #asoue x reader #count olaf #count olaf imagine #count olaf imagines #count olaf x reader #imagine #imagines #x reader #reader insert #request #requests

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snicketstrange · 5 years ago

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What R was trying to say

I decided to return the letter from R to Lemony in LSTUA and re-analyze my conclusions. (Read Chapter 2 from LSTUA) To update you, I had deduced that this letter was written after the publication of TWW and before the publication of TMM. (Because R claims to have seen the arrival of what appears to be the original TMM manuscript, including the papers gum cited by Lemony in the letter to the editor regarding TMM). When you combine that with what is in chapter 9 of LSTUA, that Lemony received the invitation to the ball at which he ended up being captured after the publication of TRR in the ASOUE universe, it makes even more sense. I also deduced that most likely R's letter must have been written by R, due to the intimate details that only a private friend would know about Lemony. (Of course, there is the possibility that another close friend / enemy of Lemony's wrote the letter pretending to be R, but this is unlikely.) But still, I allow myself to think about the possibility that an enemy of Lemony is trying to deceive him. But I came to an impasse: if it was an enemy of Lemony trying to trick him into writing this letter, naturally the letter would contain some sort of strategy to harm Lemony in some way, maybe even scheduling a date with Lemony, or asking him to go to a certain place or act in some dangerous way. However, the letter contains only a request from R: "Study these photographs, my friend". This isn't dangerous at all, and I can't think of how an enemy of Lemony could possibly harm Lemony by asking Lemony to study some photographs. Lemony, in his personal notes, gave two possibilities for the meaning of the letter and the errors he noted in the letter. Either the author of the letter was not R (which I discarded for the reasons already explained) or R was trying to say something. (He still mentions the possibility that R is talking about another car, but I didn't find any logical sense in this hypothesis raised by Lemony.) So I deduce that R was trying to say something. However, she needed to be very subtle. Apparently there were arsonists disguised nearby as she wrote the letter. (We know this thanks to the insertion of the word "crickets" in the letter. According to Uncle Monty, crickets are trained to pass on information about the proximity of enemies that are likely to be disguised. (LSTUA chapter 10 page 167) Most likely R feared that the letter might fall into the wrong hands, or perhaps she was under the watch of an enemy who allowed her to write to Lemony, as long as she did not reveal any important information. In this case, when R purposely missed the car color, R would be inserting a Duress code. But now we have reached the point of drastic change in my point of view. Thanks to the chronology and content of the letter, I had defended the idea that Beatrice survived the fire in her house, and in the Masked Ball in which Lemony was captured (which happened a few years after the main events recorded in ASOUE) Beatrice was indeed over there. However, this conclusion did not please Hermes (a member of the staff of Dark Avennue 667 - Answering the wrong questions) for a simple and very logical reason. If Beatrice had survived, she would have looked for and found her own children, because Beatrice loved her children. I tried to deny Beatrice's love for her children, but the more I looked for sources the more I became convinced that Beatrice really loved her children. So, everything leads us to believe that Beatrice did indeed die on the day of her house fire. To try to reconcile this with that, many readers try to find ways to change the chronology, putting that ball to happen in the past, before the main events narrated in ASOUE, or during the main events recorded in ASOUE. This does not please me at all, because that is not what the evidence indicates. Others resort to the idea of Lemony published the books several times in his universe, although the only canonical republication in the ASOUE universe was TBB: The Rare Edition. And book after book has evidences that Lemony published ASOUE years after the main events recorded in it, despite having started writing at the time of the events is true. As I have already written, until the publication of LSTUA all the evidence pointed to this, in TSS and TGG we have some contradictory evidence of this, and in TE we have again evidence of this. It will be a pleasure to write about it again in the light of my new point of view. But what do I really think at the moment about what happened at the Masked Ball? At the moment, the most likely thing for me is that Lemony was deceived by some enemy. After the publication of TWW, this enemy made Lemony believe that Beatrice was alive. This enemy made Lemony believe that it would be a good idea to try to get to the Masked Ball, even though Lemony knew it would be dangerous. And this enemy's plan worked. Lemony was actually captured at that Ball, because he exposed himself unnecessarily. Strangely, I have evidence of this. Let's go to the description of the Ball in TAA chapter 11: "I was disguised as a bullfighter and slipped into the party while being pursued by the palace guards, who were disguised as scorpions. " Note that the palace guards were already waiting for Lemony, and having disguised himself as a bullfighter did not help him pass invisibly through the guards, even though it was a ball in which everyone was disguised. In other words, even though Lemony had informed him that he was going to attend the Ball using a Sebald code as shown in LSTUA chapter 9, the information that he would be at the ball was leaked. Or they already expected that it would appear, because they put a very appetizing cheese in the mousetrap. Someone pretending to be Beatrice. Let's continue: "Because I felt like a different person, I dared to approach a woman I had been forbidden to approach for the rest of my life. She was alone on the veranda ... and costumed as a dragonfly, with a glittering green mask and enormous silvery wings. " Note that this supposed Beatrice was wearing a mask. The obvious question is "could Lemony be sure that this woman was really Beatrice"? "As my pursuers scurried around the party, trying to guess which guest was me, I slipped out to the veranda and gave her the message I'd been trying to give her for fifteen long and lonely years." Beatrice, "I cried, just as the scorpions spotted me, "Count Olaf is--". Note that everything indicates that the time that the supposed Beatrice and Lemony spent together at that party were few moments. Lemony probably didn't even hear her voice. Now let's get back the letter from R to Lemony. Note some things that R tries to say to Lemony in a subtle way (LSTUA chapter 2): "Beatrice, OF COURSE, is far past complaining about lost possessions." About the children, R wrote: "Are they gone, TOO?" It gets mixed up in the middle of things that were also gone. But, with care, you could deduce that she was saying that Beatrice was indeed dead. Now, note R's request for Lemony to study the photos. She described the photos in a subtle way. 1- "The portrait of your sister and me". 2 - "The portrait we told everyone that it was your sister and me but it really wasn't". Why did R want Lemony to study these photos? I believe she wanted Lemony to get the following message: "Don't always believe in the identity that someone claims to have, since we ourselves have lied about our own identity several times already." 3 - The portrait of the Second Annual Codebreaking Picnic. What could that mean? This is simple: "You, Lemony, will have to figure out what information I'm trying to give you in a similar way to how we did it in these annual picnics, because I can't use any known VFD code, because our enemies know the same codes that us. " 4 and 5 - "Two images of our meeting room, the first empty, and the second with a solitary figure, waiting patiently for the seassion to begin in that enormous room of green wood. How content this young woman looks, isn't it? How content and so flammable. " Note that R does not say the name of this young woman. But evidently Lemony could recognize the person in the photo. R claims that the young woman is flammable. I believe that this is evidence that the young woman is really Beatrice. R is saying to Lemony: "Beatrice died in the fire at her house". But R needs to say it in a subtle way, so that enemies who are trying to trick Lemony can still use the trap of trying to attract Lemony through Beatrice's false survival story again. Ah, that helps us understand why Lemony was running away from someone named Beatrice Baudelaire on TBL. He feared being cheated again. Lemony's way of thinking is evident in the letter BB to LS # 1, in which Lemony indicates that she believes the author of the letter is an imposter, perhaps someone whose initial E.

#ASOUE #LSTUA #beatrice baudelaire #TBL #Lemony Snicket #lemony snicket the unauthorized autobiography #asoue theory

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