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Something just like this - Klaus Hargreeves X Blind! Male Reader

We do it for the gays on this blog my dudes.

Warnings: slight homophobia (blink and you will miss it), mention of drugs, and some language to make granny cry.

Also I assumed Klaus was born in Germany so translations at the bottom.

Enjoy!

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Getting high was the only thing that mattered, at least to him, drowning out the voices that only he could hear was more important than his general health or his relationships with his siblings and with ordinary strangers. That's what happens when you are haunted by the dead, confused, scared and screaming for Klaus to give them answers. Answers he didn't have. So he got high.

A high was the only thing he would chase until he met him.

It was a fairytale story at all, Klaus was a mess and he couldn't be responsible for himself never mind anyone else. It started with a high, as most things with Klaus did. Sitting on the side of a road after waking up in an alleyway, hungover to high heaven and hearing about 20 different voices in 6 different languages, calling to him for help, help that he couldn't give. Being about 5 seconds away from repeatedly smacking his head off a brick wall, Klaus almost didn't notice the commotion coming from the coffee shop across the street.

It's never been easy for Klaus to watch people get picked on, not as a child and not even now as an adult, bullies infuriated him, his father was a bully. So seeing three grown men pushing someone around ground his gears so much that he sobered up enough to push himself off the ground and made his way over to the men cracking his knuckles, not in the mood to approach this in the same way that he approached most things in his life, for the first time in a while he was deathly serious when he let a roar out at them. "HEY!" He yelled, thinking quick on his feet "Back the hell away from my brother before shit gets nasty!". Watching the three men before him turn to him, all three cracking a nasty smirk before yelling back at him. "What, you coming to save your little fag brother here ?".

Now Klaus was pissed, bullies were one thing but being blatantly homophobic was just a horrible thing that made him feel nothing but rage. As soon as he reached the group he reeled back and his fist collided with the first man's nose, hearing a healthy snap insured him it was broken and the yell of pain insured him that it fucking hurt. The other two looked about ready to jump in and avenge their friends honour until catching a flash of the black ink that held residence on his wrist. Apparently even these pricks knew not to go picking fights with the umbrella kids cause they picked up prick no.1 and quickly left mumbling how he wasn't worth the energy.

Klaus turned to leave in search of another high when a voice cut through the chatter of the street around them.

"I actually have two sisters, just so you know".

Turning to the owner of the voice, Klaus was met with probably one of the most attractive men he had ever met, soft brown curls sat atop his head, he stood about a head shorter than Klaus and wore a brown kit sweater over black skinny jeans, brown timberlands, a red scarf and a black denim jacket. His pale face was littered with freckles and a small scar sat on his chin, but, the most striking feature was his cloudy, blue, unseeing eyes.

"No brothers, just sisters". At this the mystery boy cracked a smirk and Klaus right about died. After getting his head around the beautiful stranger he managed to finally speak.

"Figured they wouldn't know that, I'm Klaus by the way" he said holding pointless eye contact with the man in front of him, but it still felt polite.

The smirk was replaced by a genuine smile.

"Thomas".

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~ 18 months later ~

Drugs were never the same to Klaus after that day, heroin was just the stab of a needle with no benefits and pills were just like breath mints with no buzz. After he met Thomas he suddenly didn't need to smoke up or get lost in artificial bliss.

Weekdays in nightclubs turned into coffee dates and weekend benders turned into movie nights at Tommy's apartment ( the irony of a blind man watching movies still made Klaus chuckle when he thought about it ) and with Thomas's support he breezed through rehab. It was one of these movie nights that Klaus recounts as one of his most treasured memories.

They were sitting in the cozy living room of Thomas's apartment that Saturday night in the middle of November, some generic and cheesy rom-com playing mindlessly in the background, and the fire roaring courtesy of the person with working sight. Klaus walked in from the tiny kitchen clasping two mugs of tea and made his way over to the worn sofa, carefully stepping over Ziggy, Tommy's guide dog, a beautiful chocolate lab with a heart of gold. Klaus set his mug of regular tea on the table before handing Thomas his cup of something distinctly herbal

"Prize if you can guess what it is just by smell" be said and let a small smile grace his lips when Thomas furrowed his eyebrows and responded with ease "if it's not green tea you are sleeping on the couch". Thomas was witty and a massive flirt, that's how he and Klaus both were with each other, it still didn't stop a blush to rage it's was across Klaus's neck and face, he was never thankful other than in those moments that Tommy couldn't see him. Before Klaus could stutter out a remark Thomas sniffed at his cup and let out a shocked laugh and, as a massive toothy smile broke out on his face, spoke again.

"Klaus you did not do what I think you did".

A laugh broke out from the taller man as he spoke to the elated man before him.

"So I may or may not have called Cassie in London and she may or may not have sent over a huge box of your favourite salted caramel green tea" he said with a matching smile of adoration for the man sat before him.

"Klaus get this cup out of my hand before I spill it all over you" Thomas said and as soon as the cup hit the coffee table he launched himself into the ex-addicts arms with a joyous giggle. "Oh my lord Klaus I could kiss you right now".

Klaus stayed silent and just hugged Thomas tighter to him, 'you can't kiss a man who doesn't feel the same way' was all that was running through his brain.

About two hours and a mug of tea later the two men sat with Thomas's head on Klaus's shoulder and Friends re-runs playing in the background before Thomas spoke up again.

" K, will you tell me what you look like again". He spoke softly, almost like he was too scared to say it out loud.

Klaus let out a soft sigh and smiled softly. "I can guarantee you it hasn't changed since the last time I told you" he chuckled out earning a small slap on the chest from a grinning brunette man who then proceeded to shift so that he was kneeling on the sofa, straddling Klaus's legs as he laid both his soft hands on his face and spoke. "Well I guess I'll have to find out for myself then" he said softly as he ran his thumb over Klaus's cheekbone. If Tommy heard the audible hitch in Klaus's breath he didn't let it show as he continued his exploration of the face of the man he had come to adore in the time since he played his night in shining armour that morning in May of last year. The soft pad of his thumb circled Klaus's face and skimmed his chizzled bone structure and he spoke again, "I reckon you are really handsome you know that" Tommy said with a smirk on his lips as Klaus let out a laugh. "is that so?" He countered as Tommy's thumb ended it's journey by sliding across Klaus's slightly chapped lips before pulling the bottom one down slightly before letting it go. "Yeah it is" was all that he whispered before he slowly leaned in and captured the lips of the man who stormed across the road towards a coffee shop at eight in the morning like a drunk superman and punched a homophobic asshole in the face, for him.

It was easily the most magical moment in Klaus's life, fuck superpowers and seeing the dead, fuck getting high off a powder until you can't remember your own name, if Klaus could have something just like this for the rest of his life he could die a happy man.

Oxygen broke the two apart and Klaus dragged them both to the only bedroom in the apartment.

Safe to say Klaus did not sleep on the couch that night

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~ 9 years later ~

Klaus Hargreeves chased after a giggling Ellie-Anna Vanya Hargreeves as she weaved through their old english home just outside of Brighton. Letting out a shriek of joy she ran into the conservatory what held her other father Thomas and a very old very retired Ziggy and another service pup named Marley.

Ellie-Anna let out a shriek of joy at the sight of Tommy and jumped into his lap away from the hands of Klaus. Tommy laughed before asking the obvious question.

"what is with all the commotion guys?"

Klaus let out a laugh before answering him. "well it seems our kleiner Engel here decided she wanted to play chase instead of help me pack us all up to fly to Aunt Allison's for Christmas, isn't that right Mäuschen ?" Klaus said looking down at his beautiful daughter. Who simply giggled and shook her head, playing the innocent card.

Tommy sighed and pretended to stare sternly at Ellie-Anna which only prompted more giggles as she was more than aware of her father's lack of sight. "Come now mein Schatz, we have to get ready or else Santa Claus won't come to you little one". Clearly horrified at the prospect of not getting a present this Christmas Ellie-Anna lept from her father's lap and raced up the stairs as fast as her little five year old legs would carry her. This prompted a laugh from her fathers as they watched her go before Klaus turned to Tommy. "You saved me mein Liebhaber, I will love you for all my life, now I better make sure our little angel doesn't pack only princess dresses" he said before laying a final kiss on Tommy's lips and jogging back up the stairs

Thomas turned to glance at Ziggy who looked at him with kind, knowing eyes. The family they made was the only thing Tommy wanted for the rest of his life.

Something just like this.

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Translations:

kleiner Engel - little angel

Mäuschen - little mouse

mein Schatz - my treasure

mein Liebhaber - my lover

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