#otp: nothing true

[freddieslater]

I’m not sure if this counts as rarepair rowboat but what about a drabble of Klayley with three daughters? (maybe Hayley’s pregnant again and this time it’ll be a boy) I just love the little family of Hayley, Klaus, and Hope and I think it would be so nice if they choose to have more kids.

As an apology for how dreadfully long this has taken me to answer, I have done my absolute best to write something worthy of this beautiful concept. Klayley with more kids, building a family, is just my bread and butter, so thank you for gracing me with such an idea <3

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The sound of feet moving so swiftly, almost silently, around his home would usually unnerve Klaus. It used to, in the past. It meant danger. Trespassers, people who were stepping where they did not belong, trying to catch him unawares.

Especially when he can hear the quick beats of their hearts. Growing closer to him. Sneaking up on him, his back turned to them. It would be very reasonable for him to act on instinct.

He closes his eyes. A smile curves his lips as the wolves pounce.

"Got you!" two voices scream at the top of their lungs as tiny arms wrap around his neck and legs, entangling him in a trap of limbs. They break out into laughter as they use all their might to wrestle him to the ground.

Once he's on the floor, growling, defeated, the two little wolves celebrate their victory whilst sitting on top of him. It's then that he breaks character and laughs along with them.

"Daddy!" Rikki scolds him, giving him a kick in the ribs. "You're not supposed to laugh! We've taken you prisoner, remember?"

He quickly tries to rearrange his features into something more sullen and angry as he nods swiftly, clearing his throat. "You're right, love, I'm sorry. I'm a prisoner."

At that, Astrid groans loudly and flops to the floor. "Dad!"

"What? What did I do?" he asks, eyes darting between the two of them.

"You know, prisoners don't usually call their captors 'love,'" another voice chimes in, almost sing-song-like in her smugness. He cranes his neck back and looks at her upside down as she walks towards them, arms folded and a smile on her face. "But then, you never were very good at playing prisoner, were you?"

He grins up at Hayley. "Just not my nature, love, you know that."

"Well, you have to be the prisoner," Rikki says stubbornly, still sitting on his chest. "It's the only way we can play the game, and you and Mom said we're not allowed to do any magic unless Hope's here, so there's nothing else we can play."

"Aside from the millions of toys you have upstairs in your rooms," he says, raising his eyebrows at her.

She glowers back at him. It's a familiar expression, strikingly like the one occasionally worn on her mother. Right now, though, Hayley can't do anything but laugh at the situation he's gotten himself into.

To his luck, Astrid has already grown tired of the game and his lack of cooperation, unlike her big sister. She gets off the floor and climbs into Hayley's arms, her attention turned, as usual, to the constantly growing bump. As the youngest, she's fascinated by the soon-to-be baby, though has taken to scolding it when it causes her mother any kind of discomfort.

"Does it feel weird?" she asks, moving her foot along it and looking up at Hayley with big brown eyes. "Like, a worm wriggling around in your stomach?"

Hayley smiles and tucks a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear with a nod. "A bit like that, yeah. But it's good. It means he's healthy."

Rikki and Klaus' heads both snap up. Klaus sits up, wrapping an arm wound Rikki as he rearranges to sit her in his lap as he stares up at Hayley.

"He?" Rikki repeats, taking the word right out of his mouth. "It's a boy? So, we're gonna have a little brother?"

Hayley glances from her to Klaus, her eyes lingering on his as her smile grows to bursting point. He can feel it in his chest, ready to explode, until, finally, she nods once more.

"A boy," he breathes out. Then he hugs Rikki, pressing a kiss to her head as a grin splits his face in half. "Hear that, sweetheart? A little brother for you and your sister. How does that sound?"

It isn't only Hayley's features he sees in his daughter, as her smile creeps into his heart much like his dear little sister's did when they only had each other. Her dark blonde hair only makes it more striking.

"I like that," she says.

Astrid, however, makes a face and prods Hayley's stomach lightly with a toe like it suddenly contains a flesh-eating beast. "Will he be weird and gross like the boys at my school?"

The three of them laugh, and Hayley strokes her cheek. "No, sweetheart, he'll be kind and sweet, and he'll adore his big sisters."

"Like Uncle Kol," Klaus chimes in.

That lights Astrid up like a Christmas tree. It's a little annoying how Kol has managed to worm his way in as the favourite despite living halfway across the world, but Klaus supposes he cannot begrudge him the love one niece as Rebekah firmly remains Rikki's favourite.

"Oh, come on, don't lie to her." They look across the room to find Hope standing by the door, back slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face. "He's part of this family. It would be impossible for him not to be a total freak like the rest of us."

The kids are uproarious with joy. Rikki is gone in a blur, colliding with Hope and nearly sending her crashing, and Astrid has never looked more like a tiny wolf as she loses her footing halfway out of Hayley's arms in her haste to join her sisters.

Hope laughs as she crouches down to hug them both. "Oh, my god, can you two stop growing? You're going to be taller than me soon."

"Wouldn't be hard, love," Klaus says, getting to his feet. She tilts her head, her mouth falling open to gape at him, and he grins. "Sorry, sweetheart, but you're a short-arse. I truly don't know whose side of the family you got that from, maybe Rebekah."

"Wow, Dad, thanks a lot," Hope says through laughter as Hayley swats him lightly for swearing in front of the kids. She walks over to them and into their open arms, hugging them both tightly. Muffled, she quietly says, "I missed you."

Klaus plants a kiss on top of her head and Hayley strokes her hair, softly saying, "We missed you, too, sweetheart. But, hey, you're here now and you can tell us all about school. Anything exciting happen?"

Pulling back, Hope makes a face. "You could say that."

"Caroline might have mentioned something about, what was it... a dragon?" Klaus says uncertainly, as if he doesn't already know every dangerous detail his daughter seems to have miraculously forgotten to mention recently. "And, I swear, there was something about a boy. What was his name again...?"

She laughs nervously now, realizing just that. To her great fortune, Rikki and Astrid hear the word "dragon" and take control of the conversation with a bombardment of questions. Hayley catches Klaus' arms and motions to the side. They step away from the girls as Hope is dragged to the couch.

"Let her settle in, at least, before we start grilling her about a possible boyfriend, alright?" she says quietly.

Klaus sighs. "Fine. But if that's Landon she mentioned last year, I will not be held responsible for what happens to him."

"You are terrible," she tells him, smiling. "Can you please just try to be happy that our daughter is living her life?"

Deep down, the words hit him with an almighty force. His eyes dart back over to where their three little girls sit together, laughing away. The truth is, he couldn't be happier. Seeing them all. Seeing Hope so grown up. God, she's changed so much since he saw her last, it actually almost breaks him, how quickly time seems to be moving. But it's also a feeling of relief, one that forces him to take a deep breathe as he realizes that Hope is no longer that tiny, helpless little creature in constant danger. Perhaps the last part hasn't changed, but the rest has.

And it's a good thing. How strong, how independent she has become. She looks up and catches his eyes, and she sticks her tongue out at him just like Astrid does. A glimpse of his little girl in this new, wonderful form.

Hayley touches his chest and his eyes are drawn back to her. "Alright," he says softly, "I suppose I can... live with that."

"And not kill her boyfriend."

"And not... kill her boyfriend," he repeats through gritted teeth.

Hayley rolls her eyes at him, but she still kisses him like he's deserving of it. Like she somehow loves him all the more for it, the stubbornness, the wolf inside of him despite its sometimes animalistic nature. It makes him ache in some way, wanting to be able to do more, do better by her somehow. All he can do is kiss her with everything he has and hope it's enough. Somehow, impossibly, it always seems to be.

She pulls back with a smile, caressing his face gently. In turn, his hands and gaze fall between them, both softening upon her stomach.

"So, we're having a boy," he says again.

"Mhm. Poor kid's going to be severely outnumbered, but I suppose it was about time to start evening the numbers out a little." She turns stern as he lifts his gaze back to her. "But I swear, Klaus Mikaelson, if you even dare try to suggest we name him after you, I will kill you."

He laughs at that but tries to look offended. "Well, frankly, I think it would only be fair considering our oldest daughter is named after you."

"Oh, it's her middle name and you chose it," Hayley retorts, poking a finger into his chest. "You're not getting away with that. No way."

"Then what do you suggest?" he asks, knowing that he was never actually going to burden the poor little thing with his own atrocious name.

Hayley looks away. "Well, actually, I was thinking... Henrik."

His heart seems to stop as the last of the air in his lungs escapes in a quiet gasp of shock. She looks up at him, a smile as gentle as her fingers flitting across her lips as she raises a shoulder.

"Henrik?" he repeats faintly. It makes him dizzy just to utter the name, his heart and mind bombarded by everything attached to it, and yet also oddly soothed by letting it be heard. Just, he imagines, as Hayley might have felt when he revealed the piece of her own self forever tied with Hope in the form of her middle name.

"It just feels... I don't know, right, I guess?" she says, shaking her head. "But if that's too much for you, then we can..."

"No," he interrupts. He presses his lips together, composing himself. "That's... No. It's perfect."

He stares at her, sighing softly, and he pulls her close, a hand on the back of her head as he presses his lips to her temple. "Thank you, Little Wolf." He pulls back, cradling her face between his hands lovingly, and looking deep into her eyes as he makes up his mind. "Our son's name will be Henrik. But, if I may, I want to give him his middle name."

Hayley nods. "Yeah. That's fine."

"Then our son will be called Henrik Jackson Mikaelson."

For the two names open messy, unhealed wounds in both their hearts, and Klaus knows that Hayley feels that same burst of emotion, followed by the odd relief at hearing the names said aloud. Never to be forgotten, even though they never could be for they live on in their heads.

Eyes glassy, Hayley takes a shuddering breath and nods. "It's perfect," she agrees.

"Just as he will be absolutely perfect," he says. "Just like his big sisters, and their strong, beautiful, amazing mother." He shifts her hair out of her face with a finger as she leans into his hand against her cheek. "You, Little Wolf, are the best thing to have ever walked into my life. Thank you"

"For what?" she breathes out, and jokingly says, "For getting just drunk enough not to ask myself if it was a bad idea to sleep with you?"

He swallows thickly. "For everything. For this." He glances back at the girls, then returns his gaze to her with full sincerity. "This family. Our family. For allowing me to be a part of it. Thank you, Little Wolf, for giving me a reason to never run again. You are my home."

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(reposting cause I think it doesnt show up in tags as only a reply otherwise)

[galwithalibrarycard]

Since 2014 I’ve been the one who periodically finds and relates musical theater songs to NMTD, and I’ve been back on my beadick meta writing hard this week, and now I’ve gone and done it again. And that’s because “All I’ve Ever Known” from Hadestown is a Beadick song for the end of NMTD and the gap between it and Lolilo.

“All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I wanna hold you” hello? That’s Beatrice AF. So independent she has to learn how to let herself love him.

“All I know’s you’re someone I have always known” and it’s been this way since 1598 bitch!!!

“I don’t know how or why or who am I that I should get to hold you” and Benedick’s shit self-esteem and social anxiety are looming

“Suddenly I’m holding the world in my arms” I’M-

“Say that you’ll hold me forever, say that the wind won’t change on us. Say that we’ll stay with each other, and it will always be like this”

and then the rules happen

[singsweetmelodies]

*bianca from 10 Things I Hate About You voice* yeah, i like landoscar. but i love piarles

[takethelx3]

I couldn't decide on light or dark ver 🙏

[moonsdancer]

Got me looking so crazy right now

[karlacris-art]

First page of a NejiTen comic 🕊🗡

“Birthday present”

Page 1

[ace-and-ranty]

Just want to say thank you for carrying the entire Scholomance fandom on your back. I check the tag every other day and you always have a new post or something and I appreciate it a lot

It's me!! I have finally become that One Obsessed Fan that fuels the fires of fandom by just being That Into It.

Thank you, friend, that is very kind of you x3

Honestly, I'm just desperate to talk about it. At all times, I am rotating my blorbo Galadriel in my head. The feelings have to go somewhere.

(also, there is someone writing a WHOLE ASS musical in the tags, so I feel I can't take all the credit here. A WHOLE ASS MUSICAL!)

[dandelion-idk]

If i had a nickle for everytime i had an otp that was based on a Nintendo ip where a vengeful royal that most certainly than not killed several people and is constantly in a monster-like form (and has the fandom wandering wtf would he look in humanoid form) fall in love with a commoner with facial hair wearing a cap who has ALSO killed several people, and the reason why i started to ship them in the first place was bc of fan content then ill have 2 nickles. Which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice

[nickysimz]

NO! NO! STAHP! STAHP FLIRTING WITH EACH OTHER! I COMMAND YOU TO STAHP! YOU’RE TOO CUTE AND I CAN’T... I CAN’T... CAN’T...

[escapewithstories]

In this house, we love Kitbell! So, feel free to go off with all the Kitbell content/reblogs!

Currently only on Season 2 rn, but will live vicariously through all the Kitbell content until then!

Oh, I’m so excited you finally reached season 2! Have you made it to epi 4 yet? It’s a bit ridiculous how many times I have watched the scene packs now, but I have loved every minute of it. I look forward to flailing with you, so please come yell at me anytime ☺️

[crackers4jenn]

It's v. funny to me when a post like this shows up in the destiel tag because

god, the tumblr tag system sucks. Even though I'm about to roast this dingdong I do absolutely believe they should happily be able to rant and rave til their bitter heart's content in the anti tag they used without it showing up in the main tag, c'mon

There are FIFTEEN SEASONS of spn. If you see a contradictory take, guess what! It's because spn canon contradicted itself often. If it rocks your boat that people are reading romantic feelings from Dean to Cas en masse it's, idk, probably because on more than one occasion he had romantic feelings for Cas. In the show. And if you're mad that some of those instances are subtext, I.... I don't know how to explain TV to you. Subtext is intentional. And if your takeaway from that subtext is different from other people's, it doesn't make everyone else wrong and you super right, that's an example of ✨ preferences ✨

This is from a wincest blog. And I'm not trying to be all shame-y about the person who reads "they wanna fuck each other!!!" into normal sibling behavior, but I am definitely gonna point out the hypocrisy of the show giving a VERY SPECIFIC familial canon relationship to Dean and Sam and this person above interpreting that as romantic/sexual while ALSO WHINING that people are - lemme check my notes - interpreting Dean and Cas's relationship in a way that's romantic/sexual. And then having the gall to type "they change canon however they fucking like it" when they are clearly enjoying a version of Sam/Dean that doesn't exist canonically on the show. So!!!!!

[sailforvalinor]

You should play Fire Emblem because the power of love is real. No, really, it translates to stats

[galwithalibrarycard]

Something that caught my eye in my rewatch last night is during the episode in the courtyard with the ‘I’ll stay until you say go’ conversation, during Ben’s speech, the famous jump cut on “You’re sort of- I’m in lo-“

That wasn’t a natural pause in speech, that was an edited jump cut! So does that mean he actually finished the sentence in the moment and only cut it out of the video?!

So, here’s how it would’ve gone. Lines from the episode in bold italic.

—-

“You’re sort of- I’m in love with you.” Ben freezes, looking down at the table.

He can’t believe he said that. He said it. Out loud! To her face!

It’s a moment that lasts what feels like a lifetime, waiting for her to respond.

Bea does a sort of weird little gasp. “Oh my-“

He cuts her off hurriedly. “You don’t have to-“

“Ben.” She takes his hand and when he looks up, by some miracle, she’s smiling. Her eyes are bright with emotion. “I do. Of course I do.”

Words are impossible for him, hearing that. He’s never been so happy- but something in his face must betray doubt or uncertainty because-

“Really.” Bea insists. “Me from a few months ago would literally drop dead at the thought of saying this, but you are the best part of my life right now. You’re everything.”

He closes his eyes and just lets her words wash over him for a moment. It’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Ben?” She asks, like she really doesn’t know, doesn’t understand why what she just said drug his brain to a grinding halt.

He almost wants to laugh.

“Bea.” He lets her name linger on his tongue, a blessing, as he searches for the right words. “It’s like… All it takes is one little smile, one little acknowledgement that I mean something to you, and it’s like everything just stops.”

And everything does stop.

Because she has no more words either. She just leans in, just like that, and kisses him.

(And then the episode continues from there, where they break apart smiling and pull another I don’t actually like you though and go to Stats together. She doesn’t actually say the words ‘I love you’ back, here, because she first says it in her song.)

[reachexceedinggrasp]

Omg, thank you for replying to my ask. (*/ω＼*) Yay so excited to hear about your Lokane fic! Such a Heraklean effort! I have a similar problem with a novel-length WIP, actually near the same emotional peak and I really think it must be that last final push that's almost harder than anything else - in a way I don't want to finish mine! I had a similar rule about not starting other WIP's so I have a document where I've amassed everything I'm not writing, and that's helped me a little because it feels like I've 'done' something so I can do other stuff haha.

Regarding Solas/Lavellan: don't worry about a disappointing response, to be totally honest I was a bit worried you already didn't like it (though wanted to know what emotional chord didn't work for you), but the fact you're not familiar with it is almost kind of better!! It's one of those pairings for me that manages to hit the epic romance notes and actually consummate the romance and then affirm the narrative importance, which is already pretty hard to do with a video game (and often times I'm left disappointed by pairings grounded primarily in potential). I can't really reveal too much about Solas because learning about him is the journey but if you like your trickster god/vulnerability/concealed pain/the dinan'shiral (the Journey of Death) that love endures against etc. it's all there. A non-spoilery detail I like about him is that sometimes when he talks he speaks in iambic pentametre or the musical notes of Hallelujah, so there's a poeticism to him and subtlety to his character execution that I just love.

I think the only drawback to Solas/Lavellan is that because it's a game it's more of a time investment and you also need the Trespasser DLC for full effect, but honestly you can watch it on YouTube lol. There's a lot of lore that enhances the pairing as well. I don't think you need to really play the first two games to 'get it', but I generally enjoy Bioware games and I think they're both fun experiences. The Solas/Lavellan romance also doesn't have an awkwardly animated sex scene, if that puts you off like it does me, though it's not entirely lacking eroticism.

wank magnet tragic murder boy

I love this thank you hahahaha.

If you ever get around to playing Dragon Age or watching the romance on YouTube, I look forward to hearing your thoughts on it, though my curiosity is now successfully sated! Thank you! (Hopefully my ask doesn't come off as pressuring you to get into it... mostly I'm just surprised/happy you didn't know much about it hahah!)

Also, as one final departing remark, yes, I'm actually the same regarding genuinely Nice Guy/Ingenue/Bad Boy, but I don't really gravitate towards that dynamic because it can come off as a bit superficial to me and I cannot STANDDDD love triangles unless it was only ever a matter of who she 'should' be with versus whom she really wants, it has to be true love soulmatism or I cry!!!

Hope you have a lovely day and good luck with fic writing!

Yeah, I pretty much know some memes about Solas and that he apparently betrays the PC somehow. And people debate his motives and level of sincerity a lot. But I know so little about the plot that I've forgotten most of the details I ever came across. Poetry is a selling point! but I really can't say whether I will vibe with the ship or not based on what I know. The sad murder boy really has to hit a specific way for me.

Yes, exactly! I feel exactly the same way about love triangles. I talked about this before, but I hate them unless they're the forgone conclusion kind where it's not about who she actually loves (because this is never in doubt), it's about whether she's going to choose love over pragmatism or whether true love will conquer outside circumstances, etc. I think it was in my first ramble about Fated to Love You, which is a great example. All three characters know Mi Young is in love with Gun, the tension is always about whether they will overcome both the internal and external obstacles separating them and take the risk for true love or if she'll settle for playing it safe in a platonic pseudo-relationship with Daniel where her heart can't be broken.

If there's genuinely romantic feelings for more than one person and the middle point is not just in denial about where their heart lies, I'm out lol.

Ditto! ;)

[tired-vld-fan-blog]

It is so easy for me to write sheith fic it's actually insane. Just non-stop for an hour typing. I feel possessed