#klaus hargreeves

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criminal: we have your brother.

diego: which one?

criminal: uh, wears skirts? talks to himself? smudged eyeliner?

diego: ah, you’ll bring him back within the hour.

criminal: what?

diego: trust me.

diego: *hangs up.*

In my personal opinion, all the Hargreeves siblings could be slightly gay and I would not argue. They were oppressed their entire childhood, they’re gonna explore at one point.

I feel like Vanya is the person to apologise to a mannequin if she bumps into it.

On the other end of the scale, Klaus is the person who strokes the clothing on a mannequin before realising it is a real person.

Grand Piano

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x gn!Reader

Word Count: 500+ (blurb)

Warnings: None

A/N: heads up… I’m not “back” (i say this now but watch i swear to god) this was sitting in the drafts and i read it and impulsively decided to publish it and… yeah.

Summary: Shaky fingers become steady hands once they dance across the keys of a piano forte.

You and Klaus Hargreeves had one thing in common and that was the slight twitch of your fingers.

Klaus, for one, has always hated his. It was a natural twitch that only got worse after the use of drugs and other mind-altering substances. His father deemed it “pathetic” and an “annoyance” whenever he drummed his fingers against the table at lunch.

Your twitch, however, had managed to become something beautiful when out to good use by your own supportive parents. Klaus was thoroughly enjoying the beauty now as your fingers lightly danced across piano keys in the stormy silence of the academy.

His head sat on your shoulder as you played sweet melodies and occasional sad fortes. A smile lay steadily on your face, eyes melting into the keys. The cloudy skies that awaited at the window merely faded away with the drawn out echoes of the piano.

Klaus knew that the silence in the house meant all his siblings were listening. He’d bet Vanya was hidden behind a column with curiosity raging inside her as she inquired in joining in with her violin. Perhaps Diego would pause in his training and Luther and Allison would stop their secret rendezvous to listen to the quiet player at the stairs.

You brought peace and comfort, something Klaus was eternally grateful for.

When you finished your piece, fixing his hair with a now steady hand and a soft smile. He flushed as you did so. “That was amazing, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you chuckled, eyes roaming down to his own trembling fingers. You take them in yours, lightly moving them to hover over the keys. Klaus gulped, the proximity of his face to yours nerve-wracking. He could make out the curve of your jaw and the small difference in the hues of each strand of hair. “Can I teach you?”

He nodded softly. “Yeah, sure. By all means.”

You grin, pressing his fingers down on two keys for the chords, guiding his other hand to play the melody. A euphoric sound mused from the instrument causing his heart to flutter in awe, looking down at his own typically twitching fingers that had evoked the sound.

Klaus was starting to understand why you enjoyed playing so much.

The impromptu lesson continued on with your side pressed against his as you played small portions of the song for him to imitate. Klaus’ playback was as expected… quite choppy. The keys didn’t quite sing the same way as you made them but even so the moment was beautiful. The uneven playing made your heart tug as you remembered when you had first discovered the secrets and comforts of piano keys.

And now you were teaching them to Klaus Hargreeves who was slowly growing entranced with his own child-like dance across the forte.

When he finished the piece you taught him, playing it through hesitantly, he gazed at you with wide eyes. “How did I do?”

You grinned, an honest answer leaving your lips. “You did perfect, Klaus.” you pushed a hand through his messy hair. “It was perfect.”

Klaus grinned, his heart skipping twice as he laid his head on your shoulder once more, listening keenly as you picked up another gracefully soft melody to lull him to a peaceful daze with.

not tagging anyone because… i really don’t care about that stuff anymore. whoever sees this sees it i guess

Luther: sit up straight

Klaus: HOW DARE YOU! I will sit as gay as I please

luther: nothing in life is free

Vanya: love is free

Five: knowledge is free

Klaus: everything is free if you can run fast enough

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Hello, Dave


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@fuckreggiehargreeves who said “#they better end up holding hands”

They do now


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Klaus Hargreeves was planning to spend Christmas Eve at his sister Vanya’s wedding. This was a solid plan, and would be one of the better celebrations he’s attended. His new sister-in-law, Sissy, was a wonderful woman.

The universe obviously says no to this mostly peaceful plan, and sends a drunk Dave Katz his way.

for my secret santa @writing-processing. something funny to end the year with, hope you like it!

[@secret-santa-klaus]

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