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infiniteimaginings · 2 months

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You’re so Pretty (Klaus Baudelaire x GN!Reader)

Summary: With a peaceful and quiet moment of studying with Klaus, you notice some features on him that you admire. So, you tell him. Pronouns: You/Yours Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1.2k A/N: This was requested but Tumblr ate the request </3, this one is short and sweet, in my opinion anyways.

Quiet moments are extremely rare in the Baudelaire children's case ever since their parents died. They were constantly on the run, fighting away from Count Olaf and his group of associates, wondering who they could trust and who they couldn’t.

They finally had some sort of quiet at Prufrock Preparatory School, a gloomy boarding school that they were sent to since there were no other guardians to watch over them. They could ignore the nasty comments from Carmelita, the short and pink covered girl who had made it her mission to make everyone feel inadequate to her. They could ignore them because at this school they at least had multiple people defending them and sticking by their sides. Those people were Duncan Quagmire, Isadora Quagmire, and you.

Isadora and Duncan were currently pretending to be Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire (a sack of flour) for gym class so the two eldest could study, Sunny staying with her siblings. Since there were only three Baudelaire siblings, you went with them to study instead of going with the Quagmires.

Violet had taken Sunny to the library, expressing a need for some English textbooks that were closer to date than the dust covered and ripped pages of the ones she was provided by her teacher earlier that day. Sunny babbled her preference for a change of scenery, something different than the orphan shack they had been shoved into.

Klaus had stayed in the leaky orphan shack, he had all he needed to study. You would have followed Violet to give him a bit of peace but he grasped your wrist gently, asking you to stay so he wouldn’t be alone. You nodded and returned to your seat, asking him a few pop quiz questions to which he answered correctly with no hesitation.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you. Sounds of pages flipping, pencil scribbling on paper, and the occasional shift in the seat had filled the room. Klaus had been muttering a few facts under his breath as he tried to connect them to the almost useless textbook in front of him.

Your gaze had shifted up from your writings, landing on Klaus’s concentrated expression. A small smile grazed your features before you looked back down, eyes flickering up once more then right back down. You hummed a bit, inhaling a quiet breath, “You’re so pretty Klaus.” You spoke into the room, not even looking up to see his reaction.

It was a simple comment, small compliment. You weren’t embarrassed or nervous to say it, the words actually spilled from your lips rather easily. That’s why you just went back to your work, jotting a few notes, skimming the book. Silence had enveloped the two of you once more and you didn’t mind it, it was a simple comment.

You looked back up to see what page Klaus was on and he was looking right at you, your reflection slightly in his glasses. His face was filled with shock? Confusion? A small blush had formed on his face, so wide that it went from his cheek and inflamed his ears. His eyes were slightly wide, the light from the makeshift light source that Violet made was glossing over them. His mouth was only slightly open, he wasn’t gaping like a fish, but he did look like he was trying to find words. All that came out was a quiet, “What?”

You had blinked at him, already forgetting what you had said until it filled your mind once more. You shrugged, “I said you’re pretty.” You repeated, now making eye contact with him, studies long forgotten. He furrowed his brows, putting his pencil down, “What prompted you to say that?” He asked you.

No one had ever called him…pretty before, so it felt foreign for him to hear it. He hadn’t been doing anything that could gain a compliment of such from anyone, nonetheless you.

You thought about it, tilting your head with a twist of your face as you thought. “Nothing necessarily,” You began, now softening your expression, arms crossing to lay on the table in front of you, “I just looked up and wanted to tell you.” You told him simply, shrugging once more. Klaus pursed his lips, deeply sighing, “You think that I'm…”

“Pretty.”

“Why?”

“Why?” You asked with a raised brow, unsure of what to make of the question.

He nodded, hands now messing with his glasses, “Yes, I did ask why.” He spoke, slightly avoiding your gaze.

You puffed air into your cheeks, shifting your arms on the table for a more comfortable position. You chuckled a bit, “Um, well.” You began, not expecting him to ask such a question. You found his gaze once more, his more hesitant than yours. Your eyes were gentle, welcoming, and kind. “Your glasses are big and they frame your face kind of awkwardly,” You observed to which he shifted and adjusted them, “and it's cute when you have to adjust them.” You giggled out when he did just that.

He had realized he had been caught doing exactly what you described, he playfully rolled his eyes, “Okay, I do not-”

“But they make it easier to see the shine in your eyes.” You interrupted him, the comment caused him to look at you surprised. You cleared your throat, “Your eyes are brown but it's like gold is glittered over them.” You explained, your words met with silence so you decided to continue. You took a deep breath, “You have freckles and they’re prominent when you’re focused.” You continued on, eyes unintentionally scanning over his face where his freckles stare back at you. You turned to face him completely instead of it just being your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “When moonlight or sunlight hits you” You spoke quietly, your own eyes shining, “you kind of glow.” You informed him.

You remembered every time the two of you were outside together, how the sun would shine on him, making him look like some sort of scene from a book. When you walked back to the shack at night, the moon high and bright, his skin would glow like it was absorbing the light, an ethereal look he seemed to never notice about himself.

Klaus listened to your words carefully, following every phrase until you were silent, eyes glistening as they looked into his. It was only then he realized you had finished your explanation. He sputtered a bit trying to find words, moving his hands to awkwardly move his glasses and move hair out of his face. He inhaled deeply, exhaling just the same, “Thank you.” He expressed his gratitude to you quietly, reaching his hand out over the table slowly, nervously.

You noticed this action and moved your hand to move to his. He turned his hand so his palm would be upward and you interlock your fingers with his.

The two of you went back to studying, scribbling on paper and turning pages, fingers still interlaced above the table.

Klaus continued to look through his studies before mumbling a small, “You’re pretty too.” He wasn’t sure if you heard it, so he decided to not repeat it due to him being quite flustered from the past few moments. You did hear it, you smiled and held his hand a little tighter, writing down the boring information from the textbook.

Quiet moments are extremely rare in the Baudelaire children's case. Klaus Baudelaire wished to relive this specific peaceful moment everyday, because he didn’t think about anything else other than you. He would like to keep life that way.

#klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #asoue #asoue x reader #a series of unfortunate events x reader #a series of unfortunate events #Infinite Imaginings

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sleepboysummer · 17 days

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penny and ezra lamb are like violet and klaus baudelaire if they were evil

#i havent seen anybody make this sort of connection yet but they ar so serioes of unfortunate events coded #penny and violet: brunette bangs-wearing weird teenage girls with good hearts and affinity for thinkng outside of the box to solve problems #ezra and klaus: little brothers with brown curly hair and glasses who know a lot of random facts and are strangly smart but socialy awkward #imagine penny/ezra asoue au #the fatal fair #or something #especially rtc penny with the braids. litrealy violet #rtc #ride the cyclone #legoland play #penny lamb #legoland penny #ezra lamb #ezra legoland #jane doe rtc #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Affectionate girl |Headcanon

Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl

A/n: I decided to make this in a headcanon since my health is bothered with the common cold which is driving me crazy.

𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡.

𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠, 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤?

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑚 & ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑂𝑙𝑎𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 6 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛. 𝐵𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑓𝑢𝑙.

𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑝...

𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚.

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snakesnifter · 2 months

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the end of asoue is written with such remarkable nuance that it really gets me everytime. its not a big band like tpp, but rather a slow, bittersweet climax that daunts on the more complex themes of the previous books and just kind of waltzes to a close. i cant help but think about the scene where the baudeliaires are watching count olaf die after saving kit. this man, who they watched for over a year torment them, who killed everyone they love that was supposed to take care of them, who is the sole reason maybe not behind the fire, but behind the series of unforunate events that followed, was dying. it was final. it was an end of a chapter. i cant help but think they felt a little sad watching this - someone who they knew couldve been good and noble and chosen to put out fires, always chose the wrong thing. and it was like the end of an era - of the life they knew of misery and misfortune at every turn. and they saw him be gentle to kit. and they saw him die. i just cant imagine how they felt, that count olaf, someone so untouchable, arrogant, and ever present in their lives, could in fact, die.

#i just finished the show #and idk i think everytime count olaf dies #its such a nuanced and sad scene #i just imagine the bauldelaires cant help but be slightly sad because its another change of an era #like theyre leaving the life that the had behind again #even if it was a bad life #but relieved that hes finally gone #but sad that even in his death he never really changed #but at least he helped kit #the end is a great book #i need to reread the series #a series of unfortunate events #asoue

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witherydithery · 6 months

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I see "The Lonely and the Eye are fighting over Lemony Snicket" and raise you "The Dark is absolutely also throwing its hat in the ring"

Twelve-year-old Lemony Snicket: Feeds someone to the Bombinating Beast (aka. The Unknown) The Dark: 👀👀👀

#imagine being such a mess that three entities want you #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #all the wrong questions #atwq #the magnus archives #tma #my post

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blahwithasideofblah · 1 year

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Rereading A Series of Unfortunate Events after experiencing a loss is a very different experience than before...

#if you have ever lost someone very important to you then you already know what it feels and if you havent you cannot possibly imagine it #yea i get it now #shit #started rewatching the show and nearly started crying when lemony walked off the beach #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #lemony snicket

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sidthedarklord · 6 months

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Alex: Do you know what the question I’m asked most often is?

Nora: “Will you please shut the fuck up?”

#alex claremont diaz #nora holleran #rwrb #red white and royal blue #guysss #you know this is trueeee #and only nora could say something like this to alex #i imagine henry in the background just spitting his tea #because RUDE but also very fucking ACCURATE #ALSO #shut up alex #HOW THE FUCK IS SHUT UP ALEX A TAG??????#Based on Series of unfortunate events

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kindan-no-kanojo · 7 months

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🦇 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 2023 🦇

Day 12: Mother/Father || Masterlist || Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity

«We will be here when you come back...!»

Scarlett's parents had an actually happy loving relationship 💗 until.

«. . .»

«...as I thought...

I can't go on without you...»

#I FINALLY GET TO POST THIS god it cant be so hard to draw happy people (??? (sort of)#diatober 2023 #Scarlett Wakahisa #angst under the cut ✨#the way i was like 'she looks like scarlett istg i draw her too much' but then i remembered thats the POINT of her mother LMAO #also i realized i cant draw babies so you'll have to imagine a redhead purple eyed baby ig 😭#context(?) momlett couldnt take the loss 😔#what's a depressed new mother who just lost the love of her life in the 17th century gonna do-#she didnt hurt the baby tho. but it gets so much deeper than that 🗿#i have a longer post explaining the whole thing + how scarlett gets to resent her mother #i could look for it later if anyone wants to read the series of unfortunate events that was scarlett's past (?#Diatober #diatober day 12

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Hi Gabriella! I am mostly new here, but I have read your fics and they really stole my heart 😊. Could I request a 🎉 for Klaus Baudelaire with the song Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley?

Nela 💜

Thank you so much Nela! This means so much to me! 💖 Thank you so much for requesting this and I had fun writing it.

A/N: This is my first Klaus fic, so I hope you like it!

Can't Help Falling in Love | K.B.

It’s been a while since Klaus has been in the city, considering the fact that he had been staying at an isolated island for the past few years.

They had decided to wait until Violet had come of age before returning back to the rest of the world, considering their history would give them a hard time in finding a job and the fact that they had a toddler to sustain.

After a long journey, the four of them finally reached the dock - they had yet to find out what city they’re in but at least they were on land.

Violet picked Beatrice up, not bothering to anchor the boat to the dock as they won’t be needing it anymore.

“I guess we have to stop by the bank first.” Violet mused.

“Yeah,” Klaus agreed, holding on to Sunny’s hand, “Then we can try to look for a place to stay.”

“Or something to eat.” Sunny added.

The Snicket and three Baudelaires waved their way through the traffic, stopping once they had found themselves in front of the building that had the name Sunside Banking glittering under the sunlight.

“I guess this is it.” Violet said, exchanging a look with her brother.

Pushing the glass door, they were hit with the cold air coming from the air conditioner. A nice lady immediately assisted them without question.

Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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The bell gave a small ding as Klaus pushed open the door, he saw an ad saying that the store needed an extra helper so he decided to take a chance.

Breathing in the familiar scent of books and looking around at the tall shelves, Klaus felt like it was his lucky day - something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“How can I help you?” A voice suddenly said, pulling his attention towards the counter.

Now he knew what the poets were talking about: how he would feel that the breath had just been knocked out of his lungs, how everything else would fade away and you were the only one his brain could focus on, how he would feel his heart racing faster than the speed of light.

To put it short, it was wonderful. He never felt this way with Isadora Quagmire, his first love, or with Fiona, his first heartbreak. It was like having a crush but make it ten times better.

“Hello?” Your voice brought him out of his trance. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah, I was actually planning on applying for the job opening?”

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“What’s got you smiling like that?” Violet asked her brother with an amused smile.

Klaus shrugged, mind still occupied with the thought of you, “Nothing. I already told you - I got the job.”

Violet nodded, putting a blanket over a napping Beatrice, “Yeah, but your smile is telling a different story.”

“He’s in love.” Sunny walks into the room, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies.

“Aha!” Violet exclaimed as Klaus gave no protest to Sunny’s claim, “Who is she?”

Klaus sighed in defeat, taking a cookie from the tray, “Her name is Y/N and she works at the bookstore I just got a job in.”

“That is literally your dream meet-cute.” Violet teased.

“You didn’t ask her out, didn’t you?” Sunny said.

“Of course I didn’t.” Klaus defended, “I just met her - why would I? She might think that I’m some sort of creep.

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It’s been three weeks since Klaus had first met you and things have been going smoothly so far.

Violet had been egging him to tell you how he feels and he already did his research to try and ease his mind. But it’s like no one can agree on the perfect way to ask a girl out.

The two of you were busy shelving the new books that had just arrived that morning.

Truth be told, he didn’t have a hard time making conversation with you, frankly it was the opposite. He loved talking to you, he loved picking your brain at topics that he couldn’t discuss with Violet or Sunny due to their different interests.

“I just thought of a quote.” Klaus suddenly said out of the blue, picking up another stack of books from the box, “I can’t really remember where I read it but it goes ‘Wise men say only fools rush in’-”.

“‘But I can’t help falling in love with you.” You finished, looking over at him with a smile.

“Yeah.” Klaus cleared his throat, ignoring the heat rising up to his cheeks as he returned to the task at hand.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke up.

“Was that your way of asking me out?”

“I-I. It was. Probably?” Klaus always seemed so composed, this was the first time you saw him trip over his words.

“It’s okay if you just want to stay friends, I just really wanted to-” He was once again interrupted but this time, by your lips on his.

“Wow.” Klaus breathed out afterwards, making you giggle, “Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“Nope. Nope at all.” You answered, fixing his glasses that had been knocked askew.

#gabriella's 1.3k rom com night #klaus baudelaire fanfiction #klaus baudelaire imagine #klaus baudelaire x y/n #klaus baudelaire x reader #klaus baudelaire #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate quotes #asoue fanfic #baudelaire fanfic #louis hynes fanfic #louis hynes

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He's Still My Father (Father!Count Olaf x GN!Child!Reader) [Platonic]

Summary: You are Count Olafs child from a woman he truly loved, who is now gone due to...unfortunate events. You meet the Baudelaires who are now suffering in the care of your father, will you help them? Or are you really your fathers child? Pronouns: You/Yours, ‘Child’ Warnings: Typical ASOUE timeline events, and not a good father child relationship Word Count: 2.0k A/N: God, I was planning the layout of the post to add the fic and I am an idiot and posted it before it was ready. So I had to delete it and then deleted it WITH the request by accident. I am so sorry to whoever requested. It's here now though, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, thank you for requesting. I'm just stupid lmao, I hope you like it, I hope you remember you requested to me. I'm so sorry again.

The Baudelaire children, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were orphans. After their parents' tragic death in a house fire, they were sent to live with their closest living relative. That relative's name was Count Olaf.

He was pale, tall, and extremely thin. He had grayish white receding hair, a long unibrow, a hooked nose, and a tattoo of an eye on his ankle. He was unsettling to look at. The Baudelaires tried to look past his appearance and the appearance of the home that didn’t look lived in. They tried but Count Olaf showed his true colors the moment Mr Poe, the banker responsible for the children's fortune left to them by their parents, had left the grounds. Olaf was greedy, obsessive, rude, and vile.

The only thing even slightly keeping the children afloat in the terrible conditions was the neighbor across the street and Count Olafs child, you.

Your father was the worst man the Baudelaires had come to know, so they didn’t know what to think of you. You were quiet as he spoke, standing to his side, chest puffed out and proud. You occasionally joined in dance numbers and ate with the troop, but other than that you weren’t necessarily acknowledged. For all the Baudelaires knew, you could be just as horrible as your father.

After the dinner that went terribly wrong, the three were in the attic. Klaus was holding his cheek that was slightly bruised due to Count Olaf slapping him at the table, he was sat against the wall. Violet was across the room putting Sunny to sleep. There was silence in the air, nothing but the sounds of crickets since their window wouldn’t close that night.

Through the silence, soft footsteps were barely heard, they were drawing near the room the Baudelaires were in. Violet turned her head quickly and stood in front of the makeshift area they made for Sunny and Kalus stood in front of the door, waiting for Olaf to enter the room.

The door slowly and quietly opened and your head peeked in to see if they were asleep. The two eldest Baudelaires were still on guard, but their defense lowered a bit when they saw it was just you.

“Oh, you guys are awake, good.” You told them, walking into the room and shutting the door quietly. Klaus and Violet looked at each other, having a silent conversation but neither had an answer for why you were there.

You cleared your throat, bringing attention back to you. You danced on your heels slightly, “If you guys are done with,” You waved your hand towards them, “whatever it is you guys are doing.” You finished, sighing a bit, “I brought a med kit.”

Klaus’s eyes narrowed at you but Violet gave you a weak smile. “A med kit?” She asked, smoothing her dress, walking to you. You nodded and handed it to her awkwardly, looking to the floor, “Dinner was quite brutal…so I snuck it out of my fathers bathroom.” You mumbled, kicking the wood on the ground a bit.

Violet's smile was soft towards you, as were her eyes. She took the medicine kit from your slightly trembling hands, “Thank you.” She told you gently, trying to catch your eyes. When you met her eyes you just looked away, rubbing your neck. “That was all really, I’ll be in my room.” You announced, turning to the door.

“Why are you helping us?” Klaus’s voice asked quietly as to not wake the whole house with how he was fuming, but you could tell he was angry with how sharp his words were. He had every right to be angry, you were their age and you haven’t done anything.

You stayed turned, tilting your head as you nodded, blinking back some tears they couldn’t see. “You guys don’t know how to live here.” You whispered out, inhaling deeply, breath staggering. “I do, I have.” You continued on, hugging yourself, “Just do what he says and be quiet.” You finished your sentence and you were met with silence. You put your hand on the handle but you were stopped with a hand on your shoulder.

It was gentle, turning you around to face them. Violet looked at you sadly, “This place is horrible, he treats everyone terribly.” She told you, brows furrowed, lips parted.

You licked your lips with a weak smile, “He’s my father, you don’t have to tell me how he acts.” You spoke with a huff of a laugh, sucking at your teeth slightly. Violet shook her head, “Then, why do you stay?” She asked you, taking her hand off your shoulder to clasp her own in front of her.

Silence once again other than the crickets outside. You smiled at them, “I have nowhere else to go.” You spoke simply with a shrug, sniffling. Klaus’s harsh expression softened and Violet frowned at you, but you didn’t give them any time to speak, “Goodnight.” You told them, rushing out of the room quietly back down the stairs.

A few days later, you didn’t speak to the Baudelaires. Any time they tried you would stare at them wide eyed and blank, tilting your head as if you were programmed. When they realized they weren’t getting through to you, they gave up and went on with their days.

You were now sitting in the dining room with the Baudelaires, well the two oldest ones, and you were extremely confused. You knew the three had run around between the neighbors house and shopping but you paid no attention to it, nor did you involve yourself in their affairs. So why were you there?

Count Olaf looked at the three of you, “Oh and where is Sunny?” He asked, grinning widely but the other two at the table snarled. “What did you do with our sister?!” Klaus yelled, hitting his fist on the table. Violet glared at the man at the head of the table, “Give her back now!”

You stared at them, looking between the two and your father with parted lips. When you saw the wicked look in your fathers eyes, your mouth widened a bit and your eyes teared up. “No…” You whispered, rushing out the room to go outside.

The Baudelaires noticed you left the room in a rush but they didn’t know why. Olaf gestured his arm to where you went, “Follow the leader.” He spoke slowly and the Baudelaires rushed out to the backyard where you were standing, staring upwards.

You knew it was weird that there was a cage hanging from the forbidden tower, you should’ve immediately connected the dots but you just couldn’t believe he would do something like…this.

The Baudelaires demanded Count Olaf to take her down but he refused, threatening to kill her if Violet didn't play the role of the bride and sign the wedding construct during the play. Klaus couldn’t step in to help, because then Sunny would be killed if he tried.

They complied and you stood, quiet.

They still tried to get their sister that night but were locked in a room by the hook handed man who had walkie talkies to keep Count Olaf in the loop, so they wouldn’t try anything.

You knew everything your father plotted, he wasn’t exactly quiet about it. This time around, he walked into your room with a gentle smile, “Angel.” He spoke, the nickname he hadn’t called you since your mother was alive and that was when you were around two.

He sat next to you on your bed, rubbing your back slowly as you stared out to the wall, “Tomorrow is the play.” He hummed, and you nodded, sniffling a bit. “Do you need me to do something for it?” You asked him almost hesitantly, but you knew never to hesitate in front of him.

Your father shook his head, repeating his ‘no’ excessively. “You just sit backstage, be quiet, and just let me do my work.” He mumbled, pulling you into a small hug. “We’ll be rich, we’ll be happy, just how I wanted us to be before your mother…” He trailed off, gently rubbing your neck. You didn’t hug back, you sat awkwardly as he continued to speak.

He told you how you had your mothers smile, how you reminded him of her. In those moments he was soft, it was those moments you held onto. You held onto them before at least, now you couldn’t even bear to look at him. You turned your head from him, tearing yourself from his side as he spoke and he rolled his eyes, walking away. He muttered a small “Exactly like your mother.” before he left you alone in your bedroom.

You knocked on the door and the hook handed man had no reason not to let you in. You stared at the two Baudelaires with a frown, they didn’t even look at you.

“You’re not plotting.” You spoke bluntly, sitting in front of them. Klaus looked up at you before looking back down, completely silent. Violet sighed, “We can’t do anything, Sunny will be hurt-”

“No, she’ll be killed!” Klaus cut in harshly, glaring at you as if you set the whole thing up.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You inhaled through the nose, patting your chest a bit to rid the pain in your chest. You looked at Violet slightly, glancing at the hook handed man who wasn’t paying attention. You leaned in, “What’s your dominant hand?”

The next day was the ‘play’, many people were there. Justice Strauss, the neighbor across the street, was going to play the judge, which made the marriage legally binding. The play was going on just as planned and as they got to the marriage Violet sucked in a breath, forced to sign the paper of the marriage.

Count Olaf grinned with all his teeth barred, turning to the audience and explaining how the marriage was legally binding and real. Mr. Poe and Justice Strauss were shocked, they objected, but…they couldn’t do anything the damage was done. The Baudelaires now had to transfer their parents' fortune to Count Olaf, the evil man who did everything to get his hands on their money.

Count Olaf spoke into the walkie talkie, telling the hook handed man to bring the baby, Sunny, to the stage.

That was until you walked onto the stage, “Actually…” you began, tilting your head as you stood next to Violet. “Violet?” You looked over to her smugly, and she turned to you, blinking her eyes innocently. “Yes?” She asked, tilting her head at you.

“What hand is your dominant hand?”

“Oh, well that would be my right.” She answered with a sweet smile and you blinked, hand on your chest as you gasped. The conversation is quite confusing to everyone around you, but when you looked at your father he just looked livid. His brows were in a v shape, he didn’t know what you were doing but his gaze told you to ‘stop’...you didn’t.

“But…didn’t you just sign with your left hand?” You asked, terribly acting out your point.

“I did indeed.”

You nodded and smiled, “That makes the marriage not legally binding, since she has to sign in her own hand, and that wasn’t her dominant.” You explained to the crowd who murmured around a bit.

Justice Staruss agreed with you, it was a small loophole but a loophole nonetheless. The marriage wasn’t legally binding, it wasn’t real.

Count Olaf looked around with clear stress in his features, sweat dripping down his face as he nervously laughed. He went to tell his men to drop the baby, but she appeared on stage, carried by the hooked man, and Count Olaf was to be arrested.

He looked at you with dark but saddened eyes, “You are a terrible actor.” He told you, jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed.

You sniffled, eyes filling with tears as you stared up at him, shaking your head, “I am my fathers child.” You answered, voice hoarse.

His eyes widened as his scowl softened, “You are not my child after this.” He told you, walking backwards as people began to get out of their seats to go after him. Count Olaf was shaking his head at you, “Your mother would be so disappointed in you.”

Those were the last words he said to you before the lights all shut off and when they were back on, he was gone. Your fath….Count Olaf had left you, you were now an orphan.

You now could finally breathe without struggling.

#asoue #asoue x reader #count olaf #count olaf x reader #count olaf x reader platonic #platonic #platonic fic #familial #family #father!count olaf #child!reader #a series of unfortunate events x reader #a series of unfortunate events #Infinite Imaginings

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