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1donoow · 11 months

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MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.1

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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The letter room [richard alonzo muñoz]

MPHFPC [Alma peregrine][Enoch O'Connor]

encanto [the madrigals][camilo madrigal]

a series of unfortunate events [klaus baudelaire][violet baudelaire]

harry potter [weasley twins][neville longbottom][luna lovegoods]

narnia [Edmund pevensie]

triple frontier [santiago garcia]

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———THE LETTER ROOM———

richard alonzo muñoz

@marvel-and-mischief - matching pyjamas

——————MPHFPC——————

@dapperappleton - imagine being an ymbryne and having your own loop

- imagine taking care of clair and olive

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Alma peregrine

@vostokovasmelina - sleeping next to alma lefay perigine would include

@multifandomfix - imagine alma loving it when you paint her and the children

@zafirosreverie - an special case

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Enoch O'Connor

@she-writes-with-kisses - quiet

- space jump

@dapperappleton - imagine being able to create death and dating enoch

@clean-bands-dirty-stories - shirtsleeves

@klineinie - blanketed

@imaginefan - story time

@y2fandom - sending him cute things

@frost-queen - no pain

@maeby-bby - you fluster me

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating enoch would include

————— ENCANTO ——————

madrigal

@cloud-9ine - madrigal reacting to being called their full name

@camilosnovia - there's two of them

- Madrigal Adults reacting to child!reader giving them gifts

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Camilo madrigal

@sesamestreet47 - camilo w/ a tall s/o

- Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend

- friends

@nixthewolf - camilo simping over reader

@radiorenjun - shape-shifting frolics

@madrihoes - camilo nickname

@cloud-9ine - with or without you

@magicalencanto - camilo's s/o having power like pepa

@multificsworld - ___

- Tu Alma Tan Hermosa, Como La Luna

@caramellahoney - future daughter-in-law

- wait no wait-

@luvrcami - camilo headcannon

@bumblesimagines - being friends with camilo

@mihlo - camilo with fem s/o who wears glasses

@dos-oroguitas - angelita

- ay mamacita

— A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS —

klaus Baudelaire

@strangerdangerwrites - incompatible

@a-second-hand-sorrow - goodnight

- Not a problem

@ssadumba55 - not that easy

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violet Baudelaire

@trustsalvatorewriting - dating violet Baudelaire would include

————HARRY POTTER————

@archivesofthevoid - Pulling their hair while making out

- The boys (+ Percy) stealing a kiss on the way to class hc

@lithiumfae - sexy habits they have (marauders)

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weasley twins

@therandomficwriter - The Weasley Twins Having A Crush On You

@lilahisntsadanymore - Slytherin sunshine (fred)

@moonlit-imagines - ___

@therandomficwriter - weasley twins with a non ticklish s/o

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neville longbottom

@hogwartseighthyear - crush

@very-unsirius - blurb

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luna lovegoods

@iamthemain-character - Falling in Love with Luna Lovegood

@fromforeigntofamiliarity - taming cowardly lions

@sublimecatgalaxy - ___

——————NARNIA——————

Edmund pevensie

@pink-princess-pussy-pop - dating edmund would include

@wrenwreads - she's enough

- wardrobe malfunctions

@witchthewriter - being king edmund's wife would include

@pariahsparadise - warm pt.2

———TRIPLE FRONTIER ———

@violentdelightsandviolentends - tethered ♡

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santiago garcia

@stormkobra-5 - ___♡

#masterlist #mix fandom rec #richard alonzo muñoz x reader #alma peregrine x reader #enoch o'connor x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #klaus baudelaire x reader #violet baudelaire x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbotton x reader #luna lovegoods x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #santiago garcia x reader

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aprill-99 · 6 months

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“He’s a dangerous, spiteful, treasonous, vengeful, ruthless, homicidal villain to you. To me, that’s just a guy with an eight pack, creativity, dedication, and career goals.”

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laura-dns · 10 months

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They are so precious 💜🩵🩷

#asoue x reader #asoue netflix #asoue fandom #asoue #asoue books #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #lemony snicket #siblings love

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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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infiniteimaginings · 2 months

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「𝘈 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴」

Started: February 17th, 2024 Updated: February 18th, 2024

Characters I write for in the show 'A Series of Unfortunate Events'

Count Olaf Duncan Quagmire Isadora Quagmire Klaus Baudelaire Lemony Snicket Monty Montgomery Quigley Quagmire Violet Baudelaire

#a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate events x reader #count olaf #count olaf x reader #duncan quagmire #duncan quagmire x reader #isadora quagmire #isadora quagmire x reader #klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #monty montgomery #monty mongomery x reader #quigley quagmire #quigley quagmire x reader #violet baudelaire #violet baudelaire x reader #asoue #asoue x reader

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agaypanic · 1 year

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A Series of Unfortunate Events Masterlist (DISCONTINUED)

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Coconut Cake & Cuddles (Montgomery!Reader)

📚Y/N Montgomery has a nightmare and goes to the kitchen to eat some cake, where Klaus finds her. They talk about her nightmare and Klaus cuddles Y/N to sleep. ~500 words

Distractions

📚The Baudelaire children, Beatrice, and Y/n are stranded on the island and Y/n starts to give up hope on ever leaving. She spends her days trying to keep herself distracted when she’s not helping take care of Sunny or Beatrice. But the distractions start to get in the way of her health. ~1.1k words

Twists and Turns

📚Y/n can’t stop overthinking instead of sleeping. She goes to her boyfriend Klaus to tell him her thoughts and gets nothing but reassurance. ~500 words

Icy Love

📚Y/n and Klaus go ice skating. But Klaus doesn’t know how to skate. ~600 words

Very Freezing Day

📚Violet, Klaus, and Y/n are just trying to save Sunny from Count Olaf. But after being chased by snow gnats, they run into a cave and find the Snow Scouts. Y/n is constantly cold, Klaus wants to keep her warm, and Carmelita won’t stop asking for attention. ~1k words

Attention

📚Klaus wants to read, Y/n wants attention. They have to come to a solution. ~600 words

Guess

📚Y/n has been with the Baudelaires since they showed up on Monty’s doorstep. When they board the Queequeg, Y/n can’t help the jealousy overcome when Fiona gets a little too close to Klaus. ~900 words

Keep You Safe (Poe!Reader)

📚Being sick of her family’s comments about her friends, Y/n Poe decides to stay with the Baudelaire’s when they’re sent to Prufrock Preparatory School. When Count Olaf comes to the school to get to the Baudelaire’s, Klaus becomes concerned about Y/n’s wellbeing. ~1.9k words

The Siren and The Bookworm

📚As a siren, all the attention you received was fake or short lived. But your new partner proves to be an outlier. ~2.5k words

HEADCANONS

Parent Headcanons

📚Klaus Baudelaire as a parent headcanons. ~200 words

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Save Yourself (POC!Plus Size!Reader)

🎀The Baudelaires meet Y/n, a volunteer at the Heimlich Hospital. Y/n takes it upon herself to help her new friends, but it doesn’t go as planned. ~1.9k words

HEADCANONS

Relationship Headcanons

🎀Dating Violet Baudelaire headcanons. ~300 words

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Prufrock Friends (Poe!Reader)

📝Y/n Poe is about to start her first day at Prufrock Preparatory School. But she isn’t the only one, because 2 triplet orphans that moved in with her family are going to the same place. ~900 words

ONE SHOTS

A Little Too Much (Baudelaire!Reader)

📰The Baudelaire children are staying in the jail cell in the Village of Foul Devotees. Y/N gets overwhelmed with all that’s happened and her siblings comfort her, telling her that everything will be okay. ~900 words

Reunited

📰The two Quagmire triplets and Y/n L/n are reunited at Prufrock Prep after years of separation. ~1.4k words

Secret’s Out (Ravenclaw!Reader) (Hogwarts!AU)

📰At Hogwarts, things spread fast. No matter how hard you try to keep something a secret. ~1.1k words

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Before We Go (Baudelaire!Reader)

🌏Y/n Baudelaire has only known Quigley Quagmire for a short time. They should be focused on saving her baby sister, but while they take a rest on the way up the mountain, some other things come up. Many things in their lives are uncertain, but their feelings aren’t. ~1k words

Jealousy Gets You Nowhere

🌏Quigley doesn’t like the fact that Y/n and Klaus are friends. ~1.3k words

#a series of unfortunate events #klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #violet baudelaire #violet baudelaire x reader #duncan quagmire #duncan quagmire x reader #Quigley Quagmire #quigley quagmire x reader #isadora quagmire #isadora quagmire x reader #agaypanic #agaypanic masterlist

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ginerva-mollyweasley · 1 year

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"in a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, violet knew there was always something"

VIOLET BAUDELAIRE → my top 50 fictional characters [37/50]

#violet baudelaire #i love her #my girl went through shit #a series of unfortunate events #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #violet x duncan #violet x quigley

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ursecretadmirer0610 · 2 years

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The Bad Beginning

To Lillian,

Dearest, Darling, Dead

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“Orphan!” Count Olaf’s voice rang out in the dark dingy room startling Eleanor awake. She sat up quickly, causing the rickety old bed to screech. “We will being having company today,” he snarled, “don’t worry about your chores.” He slammed the door behind him.

Ellie sat there perplexed. Guests always meant Count Olaf’s theater troop and that always meant more chores. In fact she couldn’t remember the last day she hadn’t done chores. Even though she was happy to have the day off.

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“I’m from Mulctuary Money Management.” A familiar voice rang out from the entryway. It was Mr. Poe the idiotic banker that had placed Eleanor with Count Olaf in the first place. With him were three children. The oldest, a girl, was holding a baby who couldn’t be much older than one. Next to them stood a boy around Eleanor’s age who made eye contact with her and smiled. Ellie smiled back and blushed.

“Money sounds familiar,” Count Olaf said. Eleanor rolled her eyes. She had long ago figured out that Count Olaf only kept her around because of her mother’s family vineyard whose profits would go to Ellie once she came of age.

Flustered by the awkward situation, Mr. Poe directed his attention to Ellie. “Hello Eleanor! How are you doing?”

“I’m well Mr. Poe, how are you?” She replied knowing that any other answer given in front of Count Olaff would result in an ugly sight later.

Before he had time to answer Count Olaf butted in, “Well do I need to sign for them or something?”

“Of course not,” Mr. Poe looked baffled at such a question.

“Well then as we say in the theater,” Count Olaf growled, “exit stage right.”

Mr Poe said a hurried goodbye to the children, telling them to visit him at the bank should they need anything. Ellie scoffed at that. She had visited Mr. Poe only once and nothing good had come of that other than a lecture from Mr. Poe and much worse from Olaf.

The second the door shut Olaf shifted from the false excitement he had shown for Mr. Poe disappeared. “Well children,” he said, “aren’t you going to say how do you do to you’re new guardian?”

“How do you do?” the oldest girl said nervously.

Count Olaf let out a chilling laugh. ”How do I do? Better and Better Baudelaires.”

After the scary experience with Count Olaf, Eleanor began to give the Baudelaires a tour of the house as well as a brief overview of the chores that went with each room. As the Baudelaires eyes grew wider and wider Ellie began to remember that life with Olaf wasn’t normal.

“How rude we’ve been,” the oldest Baudelaire child said, “We haven’t introduced ourselves, I’m Violet and this is my brother Klaus and this is our little sister Sunny.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ellie smiled, “I’m Eleanor Snicket.” They finally reached the top of the steep, rickety staircase. “This is our room,” Ellie said, her tone slightly apologetic.”

“There is only one bed,” Klaus pointed out. Before Eleanor could respond Count Olaf threw the door open.

“Do you know what this is,” he said dramatically in place of a hello. He was holding up a dirty piece of paper that all four children quickly recognized as a list.

“A list?” Klaus said.

“Wrong! It’s a list. A list of chores. The freak can help you get used to it,” Olaf said, raising his voice. Ellie gave them a sad smile.

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“He’s terrible!” Klaus exclaimed, “did you see the tattoo on his ankle?”

“A tattoo isn’t a sign of a wicked person,” Violet tried to reason, “it’s just a pigment on skin.”

“Not if its on a wicked person,” Eleanor spoke up.

“I never want to see a toothbrush again,” Klaus lamented. Although the chores were tedious Eleanor had to admit that it was easier with company. And what great company the Baudelaire‘s were. Violet and Ellie quickly bonded over being creative people and her and Klaus both shared a passion for reading. Sunny immediately took a liking to her, nibbling on the buttons on her dress.

“Why aren’t you cleaning?” Count Olaf yelled, barging into the room.

“We finished,” Ellie said.

“No you didn’t,” Olaf argued like a small child.

“Yes we did,” Klaus sighed exasperatedly, “we even washed your underwear.

Count Olaf scrambled to grab a pen from his pocket and add an item to their list. “You missed one,” He said. Klaus and Ellie exchanged annoyed looks behind his back. “You still have to prepare a large meal for my theater troupe.”

“We don’t know how to prepare a large meal.” Violet said angrily.

“Plan the meal, purchase the ingredients, prepare the food, set the table, serve dinner, clean up afterwards and stay out of our way,” Olaf listed off.

“How will we purchase anything if we don’t have any money?” Klaus pointed out.

Olaf tossed a bag of coins to Violet. “Do you know what this is?” He said.

“Something greasy,” she said sassily.

“Money,” he said, ignoring her attitude, “Hard-earned money. The most important substance on earth besides applause and lip balm. Since the bossy banker won't let us use any of your parents' enormous fortune, I am now forced to cough up my own earnings from theatrical performances and the occasional bit of consulting work. Now... quick. Get a move on. The troupe will be here at 7:00. And in the meantime, I will be up in... can you guess?

“Your secret tower room,” Klaus said, obvious annoyance in his tone.

“WRONG! My secret tower room. Which you are forbidden to go into. Understood? Forbidden!” He yelled. All of the children nodded. As he stormed out Sunny babbled something that vaugly translated into “That was dismaying.”

“How are we supposed to make dinner for an entire theater troupe,” Klaus said, sounding overwhelmed.

Ellie put a comforting hand on his shoulder.“We can start with recipe,” She said with a smile. Violet came up behind the pair. “Do you think Justice Strauss's library has any cookbooks?”

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“Baudelaires, Eleanor, I wasn’t expecting to see you.” Justice Strauss said opening the door.

“We were wondering if you have any cookbooks,” Eleanor said.

“My private library is open to you whenever you'd like. It's mostly law books, but there are sections on everything from Italian cuisine to the world's most threatening fungus,” Justice Strauss said entering the library.

After a few hours of searching for a recipe the children settled on pasta puttanesca. Justice Strauss took the children to the local open-air market.

“Thank you for taking us,” Violet said kindly.

“We don’t know what we would have done without you,” Ellie added. Over the terrible years living with Count Olaf she had always made it a point to visit Justice Strauss whenever she could, although it wasn’t a common occurrence.

“Oh, you're resourceful children. I daresay you would have thought of something. I think it's nice that you're cooking dinner for Count Olaf and your new theatrical family. I had dreams of becoming an actress, you know. An actress and a mother, instead of ending up as a world-renowned member of the judiciary and in a series of strained, platonic relationship,” Justice Strauss said staring sadly of the trolley.

For a moment Ellie imagined what her life would have been like if she had gone to live with Justice Strauss instead of Olaf. Living in a loving household with a real parent and loads of books. She imagined what her life would have been like if her house a hadn’t burned down and her mother had lived and her father hadn’t left. Everything that happened felt like a different life, but all that was a strange spyglass and the last name Snicket.

Justice Strauss began to speak again, pulling Ellie out of her daydream, “Baudelaires, Ellie, I always find cooking for family to be something of a mitzvah. Do you know what that means?”

“A commandment,” Klaus guessed.

“A blessing,” Justice Strauss corrected, “You children have all had such sorrow in your lives already, you deserve the blessing of a new family with Count Olaf, and, if you don't mind my saying so... with me.”

As all the children smiled at each other Eleanor spoke up. “We don’t mind you saying so.”

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As the children entered the house, Eleanor and Klaus holding grocery bags and Violet holding Sunny, the children heard music started up. Ellie sighed, knowing the torture that was about to ensure.

“It’s the Count, It’s the Count, It’s the Count,” Olaf’s theater troupe began to sing. Ellie sighed and tried to tune out the racket. Though she was distraught over her mothers death and the fire that burned down her house and all her belongings the though that she would be placed with an actor and musician seemed to be a gleaming light in the darkness for Ellie. She had always loved music. From the time she was three she would sit on her mothers lap at the piano and pluck out music. As she got older she would experiment with different instruments, playing the violin, the flute, and even the bassoon. She would however always gravitate back to the piano as her instrument of choice. However the hope of being around other musically inclined people quickly fell.

As the musical number finally came to its end, Count Olaf stood in the center of the room, in a dramatic pose. “The Count……” he sang, staging out the last syllable.

“Yes, we’ve met.” Violet said causing Ellie to stifle a giggle.

“Orphans,” Count Olaf declared, “this is my theater troupe.” All the hench people introduced themselves. “And as everybody knows,” he continued, “After a grand entrance, the audience is supposed to applaud.”

“But we aren’t an audience,” Klaus tried to reason.

“No, orphans,” Count Olaf continued, “You are not. But we have been preparing an exciting new production that, on opening night, will change your life. All of the artistic and financial aspects of my career are finally coming together like two pieces of a bread in the middle of a sandwich.”

Sunny babbles something that was unintelligible to Eleanor but Klaus was quick to try and translate.

“What my sister means is that,” He began before Count Olaf cut him off.

“I don't care what she means. I don't have time to learn a second language besides whatever it is I'm speaking right now.” He spat out “In any case... we demand congratulations.”

“Congratulations?” the Baudelaire children offered awkwardly.

“A big round of applause,” Count Olaf prompted the children. The all quickly began clapping, not wanting another fit from the man. “And the delicious meal that you promised myself and my troupe?”

Sunny babbles again, angering Olaf even more. “You know, every time she talks, it's like the tines of a fork are being jammed into my eye...” he said his voice raising with every word.

“What my sister means,” Violet cut in quickly, “is that dinner will be served shortly.”

“What are we supposed to do until then?” Olaf said, still annoyed with the children.

“We could wait patiently?” the henchperson of indeterminate gender suggested.

“How about some wine Olaf?” The bald man spoke over them.

“Yes, wine,” one of the white faced women insisted, “We had that nice rosé last time.”

“It wasn't rosé, it was just watered down,” the other argued. The children glanced at each other awkwardly and hurried to the kitchen.

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The children quickly put themselves to work. Ellie stood next to Klaus whilst pitting the olives. Violet stood at the counter across from them working on the pasta maker.

“I wonder if Count Olaf’s troupe will enjoy the meal?” Klaus wondered out loud.

“Mother always said actors would eat anything,” Violet joked.

“You’ve seen them perform,” Ellie said, “Would you call the actors?”

“They’re all as talented as Count Olaf,” Violet responded.

As the Baudelaire’s converse moved to their parents Ellie began to think of her parents. It had been two years where barely a day passed without thinking about her. Loosing her Dad was hard of course but she had always had her mom. Without her Ellie barely knew who she was.

“Yeah,” Klaus’s voice brought her back to reality, “Better than nothing.”

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Count Olaf sat at the dinner table, one hand wrapped around his drink the other resting on his chair. He appeared to me in the middle of a lengthy soliloquy. “At times like these, surrounded by colleagues and cohorts, gathered in fellowship for the purpose of plotting theater, there's an eternal question that always springs to mind... when are we going to eat?”

“Dinner is served,” Eleanor said, with just a hint of her anger in her voice. She carefully approached Count Olaf, placing the noodles on the plates of the theater troupe. Once she got to him she moved to place the noodles on his plate when he yelled, causing her to drop the spoon and the noodles on his plate.

“Where is the roast beef!” he yelled.

“We didn’t make any roast beef,” Ellie said nervously.

“We made puttanesca sauce,” Violet said with more confidence.

“And homemade noodles,” Klaus added.

“No roast beef!” Olaf screamed, sounding like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. “Look at my guests! They... they can hardly touch this revolting foreign food! In agreeing to adopt you, I became your father. And as your father, I am not someone to be trifled with!”

The theater troupe began to interject, all complaining about dinner while still slurping it down.

“I demand you serve roast beef to myself and my guests.” He continued yelling.

“We don’t have any,” Violet spat back, “We made pasta puttanesca.”

Sunny babbles something that Ellie was able to translate into that night’s desert. Olaf grabbed Sunny and held her high above the table. Klaus, Violet, and Eleanor held their hands out trying to catch her. “This table is a mess,” Count Olaf said, “There’s hardly a place to put a baby.” He placed her on a tray near the middle of the table.

“Sunny!” Violet cried out.

“We are leaving for rehearsals,” Count Olaf announced.

“But the baby said there was chocolate pudding,” the hook-handed man said. All four children looked at him in surprise that he had understood Sunny.

“You children are to clean the table, and wash the dishes, and polish the silver, and rinse out all the wine bottles for recycling. And then you are to go straight to your beds,” Olaf continued.

“You mean our bed,” Klaus reminded him, “You only provided us with one bed.”

“If you want another bed, tomorrow you may go into town and purchase one.” Olaf said as if explaining something very simple.

“You know perfectly well we haven’t any money,” Klaus argued more.

“Of course you do,” Olaf said, “You three lucky orphans are inheriting an enormous fortune.”

“The money our parents left behind is not to be used until Violet-,” before Klaus could finish Count Olaf slapped him to the ground.

“The theater awaits,” he said, making his exit.

Ellie raced over to Klaus with Violet on her heels. “Are you alright?” She asked.

“No,” he responded, “This isn’t.”

“What?” Violet questioned.

“Better than nothing.”

a/n hey there! thanks for checking this out. sorry this chapter is a little late, i got a mild concussion on sunday but i’m all better now. beware updates for this are going to be long but there is a lot of books to get through. have a nice day!

#klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #count olaf #violet baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #lemony snicket #klaus baudelaire love story

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isimpforweirdpeople · 2 years

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Imagine waiting for the Baudelaires with your husband, Monty

It's currently 6 am. I've been awake for 3 hours. Why have I been awake for so long? The simple answer is that I'm nervous. Today is the day that the family I've always wished for is complete. 3 children who have lost their parents are coming to live with me and my husband, Monty. So now I sit here and wait, wishing that time would go faster. Then I hear the footsteps of my husband coming downstairs. "Well that's new" he says, referring to the fact that I'm awake before him and follows up with "Is everything alright? You look nervous". "I'm very nervous" I respond. "Would you mind telling me what you're nervous about?" He asks me. "The Baudelaires. They come today, Monty. What if something goes wrong." I reply. " I'm sure that it'll be fine. What if we bake a cake for them? It could take your mind off it until they're here." He suggests. I might as well. There's no use in sitting here worrying. A while later, we're done with the cake. Then the doorbell rings. Oh God. Suddenly, all of the anxiety that I forgot about hit me like a tsunami. We both walk to the door, bringing the cut peices of cake with us. "Hello, hello, hello, you must be the Baudelaires!" Monty exclaims as he opens the door. After some conversations and confusion on who to give the last peice of cake to, Monty and I show them around the house. The day goes by quick and before I know it they're going to bed. Now, it's just 2 of us, Monty and I. "What do think of the kids?" He asks me. I honestly want to cry. So I do. Monty rushes over to ask me what's wrong. " I'm just so happy!". I am. I've been wishing for a family for so long, and now, because of the Baudelaires, I have the perfect family.

#asoue x reader #uncle monty #dr montgomery montgomery #klaus baudelaire #violet baudelaire #asoue #sunny baudelaire

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localfanbaselurker · 11 months

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#a series of unfortunate events #asoue #dunclet #quiglet #vidora #kladora #quigley x klaus #???#idk the ship name #dunklaus #kliona #viona #i think #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #duncan quagmire #quigley quagmire #isadora quagmire #fiona widdershins

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laura-dns · 10 months

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A sad story of an unfortunate love... 💔❤️‍🩹

#beatrice baudelaire #lemony snicket #french girl #tinygirl #klaus baudelaire #violet baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #france #booklover #asoue books #asoue x reader #asoue netflix #dragonfly #vfd #a series of unfortunate quotes #a series of unfortunate events

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sillysnack · 1 year

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(the fic was originally posted on ao3 in 2021. i updated the publication date!)

GAY PEOPLE WIN!!!!!!! posting the whole fic under the cut for those who want to read here on tumblr :) feel free 2 leave kudos on ao3 as well lololol

Summary: A lot of things keep Klaus Baudelaire up at night. These past few nights, however, a letter from specific triplets had been riddling his mind.

warnings: none?

fun bonuses: i spread the genderfluid quigley quagmire agenda + CHUUYA (irl) SNEAK!

word count: 3626

3:06 AM. ONE.

Klaus laid on his bed as he stared at the ceiling.

It was around 3AM, at least Klaus had thought so. The second Baudelaire was caught up in a spiral of thoughts. It's been… how long? Since he's last seen Duncan– and the other Quagmire triplets. Years, obviously. He thought to himself.

Klaus felt alone. This makes no sense. My sisters are here with me.

The little voice in his head that sounds like him spoke once more, I’ve got company but why am I… yearning for someone else? Yearning's a big word for these feelings, if I’m being honest. I've got bigger worries anyways, the Man with a Beard but No Hair along with the Woman with Hair but No Beard are still at large... at least I think they are.

Klaus sat up to grab a neatly folded paper from his bedside table, he examined the envelope and paused. Should he really open it?

What if it was an emergency... and I ignored their pleas for help? Or what if the Quagmires were telling me and my sisters that they're finally safe...

Klaus opened the envelope, eyes closed. He paused before unfolding the paper that held the contents of the letter that had been the main topic of his midnight overthinking sessions.

He read aloud at a volume that wouldn't wake up his sisters.

Hello Baudelaires, it's Duncan Quagmire. Me and my siblings got a phone for each of us so we could all keep in contact for the meantime. Uhh here are our numbers :D

ISADORA: XXXX-XXXX-XXX

DUNCAN: XXXX-XXXX-XXX

QUIGLEY: XXXX-XXXX-XXX

Anyway! Hope you guys are safe, we… we are not doing the best right now to be honest haha. An accident happened but I'd rather not get into detail because my siblings and I don’t want you guys to worry :) We'll tell you all about it once we see each other again.

Hopefully when this letter arrives, you guys are okay and so are we! I mean I’m sure you guys are okay but… as I mentioned, the accident; not too sure about our situation over here.

I hope that you’re reading this in a time where we’re all together and safe. (Which seems unlikely but one can dream. I hope Hector’s okay too, we got separated after the accident.)

Sorry I couldn’t go into detail about what happened, it’s a lot to write and like I said earlier, I’d rather tell you all this in person.

Sincerely,

Duncan Quagmire (And Isadora and Quigley too…)

PS. If Klaus is the one reading this I'd appreciate it if he contacted me right away, for I have something to say. (I rhymed! Guess Isadora's not the only poet, huh?)

P.P.S. Isadora here! I wrote a few couplets for Violet while we were in the Self-Sustaining Hot Air Mobile Home :) Don’t open it though! (Or tell her, Klaus, or Sunny) I’d rather see her reaction face-to-face!

P.P.P.S. Quigley here. Didn’t want to feel left out :P I hope you guys are doing great! We’re not, but, who cares?! I miss you guys!!! Also found out about being genderfluid. Fucking awesome.

Klaus wore a smile that held a mix of emotions; reading the letter made him happy, yet he was sad at the fact he wasn’t with his friends. That was expected, of course.

He wouldn't admit it to Violet, the girl who gushed 24/7 about the Quagmire poet and the letters the two sapphics would exchange, but he did miss Duncan in a… weird? way.

Klaus knew he liked all of the Quagmire triplets, obviously, yet Duncan stood out from them. Klaus also knew that anyone could like who they want to like, but thinking about him and Duncan? The idea of him and Duncan together made him feel weird– weird in a good way, not the weird he felt whenever he saw Count Olaf.

The “weird” he felt about Duncan was pleasant. What’s even weirder is that Klaus had received the letter, kept it for a week and not yet mentioned it to Violet. He thought he was being selfish and guess what? The middle Baudelaire would obviously affirm his self-deprecating thoughts.

Klaus only heard from Duncan in the little post-scriptums the Quagmire triplet would add in Isadora’s letters to Violet, and Duncan would hear from Klaus in Violet’s letters.

Sometimes Klaus would even hear from Duncan in his dreams, dreams where the two are walking around town together, hand in hand and fingers intertwined; or dreams where the two are cuddling while the rain tapped on the window of their home.

“Are these feelings the same as those of people my age in romance novels having crushes..?” Klaus wondered. He matched his experiences with Jane Eyre, he wasn’t much of a romance enthusiast but he did enjoy a few novels here and there back at the Baudelaire mansion.

Klaus compared his feelings towards Duncan to Jane Eyre’s feelings toward Edward Rochester. Different from the characters in the Charlotte Bronte novel, Klaus grew to like Duncan quicker than Jane began to enjoy Mr. Rochester’s company.

There was also that moment in the novel where Mr. Rochester thanks Jane quite earnestly after saving him from a fire, then that same night makes Jane analyse her feelings towards Edward Rochester… This particular moment, Klaus put a pin on.

“It’s similar to when my sisters and I saved Duncan and Isadora from that ersatz elevator, or when we reunited the Quagmire triplets.” Klaus groaned. However, I was too busy trying to stay alive to think about my feelings.

Klaus rubbed his eyes before closing them. He held Duncan Quagmire’s letter close to his chest.

7:08 AM. ONE.

Klaus was on the floor, his arms were on the bed and his legs supported his body weight. He tried to remove the wrinkles on the letter from Duncan.

“Oh my God… I can’t believe I fell asleep without putting it back…” Klaus frowned. He couldn’t really iron paper, maybe it was an issue of skill for the second-born Baudelaire.

Klaus held the letter and sat on his bed. He jumped to the post-scriptums from each triplet. “I’d rather see her reaction face-to-face…” Klaus’s voice trailed off as he read Isadora’s post-post-scriptum for Violet.

“...I suppose it is rather selfish of me to keep this from her.”

As if on cue, Violet spoke up, “Keep what from me?”

Klaus jumped in his seat, then sighed. “Thank goodness it’s just you. Well… I received this letter from Duncan a week ago. What are you doing at this hour?”

Violet answered, “None of your business.” Then proceeded to snatch the letter from her brother's hands.

“What–? Hey! Be careful with that!”

The eldest Baudelaire sighed, “There’s no return address.”

Klaus turned to his sister, “Yeah. Have you read Isadora’s little note at the bottom?” Violet quickly read what Klaus was talking about, and turned a light shade of pink.

Violet folded the letter and neatly placed it back into the envelope. “Since we’ve both read the letter, let’s buy phones for ourselves later?”

Klaus smiled. “Sure.”

“Oh, and we’re taking Sunny and Beatrice with us, obviously. We’ll also do our grocery shopping while we’re at it.” Violet said as she walked away from her brother's bed.

“G’night, V.”

She shortly replied, “What? It’s 7AM, Klaus.”

12:03 AM. TWO.

Klaus stared at the screen of his phone, then at the Quagmires’ numbers, thinking about whether or not he should contact them. One of them, anyway.

“What if he doesn’t respond?” He asked, and of course nobody answered him; Klaus was the only one awake at the time.

“Maybe if I actually called Duncan instead of just contemplating it while staring at my phone.” Klaus sighed.

What was the point? Suppose that Duncan did pick up his call, what would Klaus say?

“Hey, I miss you a lot and it’s not like I don’t miss your siblings but I miss you in a non-platonic way. It’s like I miss hearing your voice and I miss seeing your handwriting. I miss everything about you and I wish we were together right now. Physically and… romantically.”? Yeah, that seems appropriate. Klaus scoffed at his thoughts.

Besides, it was 12 AM. Was Duncan even awake at this hour?

Klaus sighed. He had read before that sleep patterns can affect one’s mood…

Klaus wanted the rest, but it didn’t come to him easily.

12:03 AM. TWO.

“Why isn’t he calling?” Duncan frowned.

His sister groaned. “Duncan, it’s 12 AM. Give it a break, he’s probably asleep.”

Duncan scoffed, “Him? Asleep at 12 AM? Sure he is.” He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“Ugh, Duncan, please go to sleep already, he’ll probably leave a voicemail or two.” Isadora closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep after that short conversation with her brother.

Duncan sighed, maybe he should sleep on it, maybe Klaus would leave a voicemail or two; but what if he doesn’t? What if the Baudelaires didn’t receive their letter? Was Duncan supposed to write a return address in the letter? If he did, would their enemies find out?

Duncan sighed, “I guess I should sleep on it, hopefully something good happens tomorrow,” and tucked himself to sleep.

8:48 AM. TWO.

Duncan woke up and the first thing he did was check his phone, “Nothing. I woke up expecting nothing.” Duncan then feigned a smile. “This is great! Everything is great.”

Everything was not great.

What Duncan thought would be the least of his worries (i.e. his crush on a certain Klaus Baudelaire, and not his and his sibling’s well-beings), was very much at the top of his list.

Quigley, having sensed that something was wrong, approached Duncan with open arms. “It’s okay, he’s probably thinking about what to say. I mean, you know him! He thinks everything through. Like, the dude’s really thorough. Or maybe he’s still asleep!”

Duncan smiled at his brother and accepted the hug. He doesn't hug his brother back, however. The two pull apart. “Thanks. I’ll go wake up Isadora, you could go prepare breakfast for us, if you want to.” Quigley hummed in response and Duncan walked over to where Isadora slept.

It’s moments like that which make Duncan thankful to the Baudelaires that he’s together with his siblings.

8:50 AM. TWO.

Klaus eagerly sat up on his bed with a smile on his face.

“You’re looking rather chipper today. Have you finally got in contact with Duncan?” Violet asked.

He turned to his sister and shook his head. “Have not... yet. But I’m about to! I’m texting him right now. And then I’m never looking at my phone again.”

The eldest Baudelaire was holding Beatrice II so she put her down, then lightly hit Klaus on the shoulder.

Klaus hissed. “What was that for?!”

Violet sighed, disgruntled. “What do you mean you’re never looking at your phone again? One: that was pricey and two: what if Duncan replied? What if he says he wants to call you?”

She crossed her arms, “You know, for an academically intelligent person, you’re incredibly stupid when it comes to stuff like this.”

“Says you.” Klaus retorted. He was too prideful to admit Violet’s right. Plus, another word from Klaus and Violet would bring up how he called her “stupid, with an S.”

“Unbeknownst to you, me and Isadora have been talking. Would you like to know what we’re talking about?” Klaus shook his head.

“What do you mean ‘unbeknownst to me’? I proofread some of your letters!”

Violet continued talking and ignored her brother's glaring, “And unlike you, I contacted her first! While you were asleep, I woke up early in the morning, around 2 AM, and called her. We talked for three hours, and you can’t even contact one of Isadora’s brothers!” She laughed.

“Shut up.” Klaus groaned, “I’ll text him, okay? And I’ll eagerly await his response.” He forced a smile at his sister.

Violet slyly smiled back. “You’re all talk but no bark.”

Klaus tilted his head with furrowed brows. He held his glasses to prevent it from falling. “I think it’s ‘no bite’.”

Violet then scoffed. “No? I’m pretty sure the phrase is “all talk but no bark”.”

Klaus stared at his sister, “I meant that the phrase was “all bark but no bite”. Anyway, I am going to text Duncan right now.” He proudly said.

“A sincere good luck to you, my dear brother.” Violet picked up Beatrice II, “I’ll go feed her.” Klaus nodded and started typing on his phone.

klaus: Hello Duncan, I hope this message finds you in good health. I received your letter a week ago but have only opened it now, my apologies. Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: hi! you actually got the letter :D

i was pretty worried it wouldn’t get to you guys. i had quigley help me mark your possible location T_T theyre a great cartographer.

but, im glad it reached you!

you don’t have to write your messages like that y’know

klaus: Dear Duncan, I apologise once again for only contacting you now. Violet, Sunny, Beatrice II, and I all went out today to buy our phones. Although I do agree with the part where you said Quigley is a great cartographer. His skills have continued to help us all, it seems. Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

Dear Duncan, I see you used ‘they’ on Quigley. I’m not sure if that was a grammatical error on your part? Quigley also mentioned something about being ‘genderfluid’ in your letter, may I ask for you to explain those to me? Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: oh yea it [genderfluid] means the way quigley presents himself ranges from feminine to masculine to androgynous. it could also be a mix of those three.

being genderfluid (i think) also means that his gender is… fluid!

the ‘they’ for quigley wasn’t an error! they told me they wanted he/him and they/them pronouns be used to refer to them. i make sure to switch it up in sentences!

klaus: Dear Duncan, So you mean Quigley is like Chevalier d'Eon? French soldier who lived openly as a man and a woman? Pardon me for bombarding you with questions. Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: you know what ? yeah.

also

you don’t have to add a “dear [name]” and “sincerely, klaus” to every message hahaha

klaus: Dear Duncan, But it’s fun. :( You also told me in your letter that you have something to say to me? Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: ah, that? nothing. just rambling.

klaus: Dear Duncan, It’s alright. I won’t press any further, I don’t want to invade your privacy. :) Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: mhmgfdkhmhm you're too kind ☹❤

klaus: Dear Duncan, What does /that/ mean? It’s like you just put random letters together. Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: yeah thats what I did! its called a keyboard smash ;P u could try it, you know!

klaus: Dear Duncan, Oh, okay! I understand. Let me try. Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

Dear Duncan, d Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: That is certainly something.

but there is something I’d like to tell you! Just not right now, sorry

klaus: Dear Duncan, That’s okay! Might I ask, is this related to the accident you mentioned in your letter? Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: it isn’t 😅 it’s personal stuff

klaus: Dear Duncan, Oh, I see. I have something to say too.. I’ll just send it and go. Uhuhhfhfmmd (I'm pretty sure I nailed this keyboard smash you speak of.) I think I’ll say it later. May I call you tonight? Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire.

duncan: youre free to call me anytime! i wouldn’t mind at all!

you did nail that keyboard smash! nice one :D

klaus: Dear Duncan, Thank you. I look forward to calling you. Sincerely, Klaus Baudelaire

10:07 PM. TWO.

Klaus stared blankly at his phone, specifically at Duncan’s contact details. Should he even call Duncan? Of course, right?

He said I’m free to call him anytime, but what if I was a bother? Klaus Baudelaire, get a grip of yourself.

Klaus sighed and put down his phone. “If I waited until I’m ready, I’d be waiting my whole life.” He told himself. He took a deep breath and called Duncan.

Thirty-three seconds.

It took Duncan Quagmire thirty-three seconds to pick up the call, but it felt like an hour to Klaus.

“Hey, it’s Duncan!”

Klaus smiled and breathed out, “Hey.”

There was silence.

Klaus started the conversation, “It’s… it’s been a long time since I last heard your voice.”

All Duncan could reply with was, “Haha, yeah. I could say the same about you.” Duncan rolled his eyes at Isadora, who gave him a thumbs down. “You said you were going to tell me something.”

Klaus nodded at Duncan's statement. Ah wait, he couldn’t see that. He pushed his glasses up before he spoke. “I just wanted to say that I missed you.”

Klaus couldn’t see Duncan’s reaction to his statement since they were very far away from each other but hearing that made Duncan’s heart flutter.

Both boys’ faces were red, and both of them had siblings to tease them about it.

“I missed you too.”, was all Duncan mustered. A silence fell upon the two boys’ conversation yet again, it was pleasant.

“Have I ever told you about one of my favourite authors?” Klaus asked. He had thought about telling Duncan about the weird feelings he’s been having about the Quagmire that night, but Klaus thought it could be a topic for another day.

“No, I don’t think we’ve got the chance to talk about such trivial matters.” Duncan’s voice brought Klaus out of his thoughts.

Klaus frantically looked around him. Was it really the time to ramble to Duncan about his interests? “Right. Well, um, I really like Herman Melville. He’s one of my favourite authors. I particularly enjoy the way Melville dramatises the plight of overlooked people, such as poor sailors or exploited youngsters– kind of cool of him.”

“That’s quite interesting. Perhaps you could read some of his works to me once we see each other again.” Duncan commented.

Klaus smiled to himself, “I’d love to.” He tried not to sound too enthusiastic, so Duncan wouldn’t think that reading a book to him and talking about how much he loves the said book was all Klaus thought about. “Ah, I also admire Hammurabi! I used to read Hammurabi’s Code back when… when…” Klaus’s voice trailed off into a heavy sigh.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to force yourself to talk about such personal topics.” Duncan replied, then asked Klaus about poets since “Isadora’s been writing things other than couplets”.

“Oh! Uhm…” Klaus thought about which poet to talk about. “Well, my least favourite poet is Edgar Guest. He was a writer of limited skill, I'm not one to diss on poets but Edgar wrote such awkward, tedious poetry on hopelessly sentimental topics. I mean, if I had to choose a poet, probably Nakahara Chuuya. He was influenced by Dadaism and other experimental poetry but I do enjoy his works!”

Duncan hummed and smiled. Although Klaus wouldn’t see him smile.

Klaus tightened his grip on his phone. “Sorry, if I’m talking too much. You could tell me, you know! I won’t get mad.”

Duncan replied, “You don’t talk enough, actually, we haven’t seen each other in over a year! I don’t care about how much you talk. Hearing your voice makes me feel… safe? I don’t know. There are times when I feel alone and do you want to know what I think about?”

Klaus stayed silent, eager to listen to Duncan’s words.

“You. I thought about you. I missed you so much, Klaus Baudelaire. It’s silly! I wish I could hug you right now and… I’m so glad I can hear you talk right now, I love listening to you talk about all the books you’ve read and the authors you admire, as well as the authors you have a distaste for.”

Klaus was biting his lower lip the whole time Duncan spoke. He let go and asked, “What are you trying to say, then?”

Duncan sighed. “I’m saying I like you, Klaus.”

“Ah.”

“Klaus? Are you there?”

Klaus pushed up his glasses and answered. “You know… I received the letter you sent almost a week ago but I didn’t think about telling Violet about it as soon as I did.” He dryly laughed at his selfishness. “I felt the need to keep this letter to myself, like a schoolgirl receiving a note from the guy she likes. I… I like you too.”

Duncan chuckled. “You like me.”

Klaus sighed, “Of course I do. I mean, why wouldn’t I? A journalist and a researcher are the perfect pair. Plus, you’re charming, intelligent, cute, talented, have neat handwriting, kind, noble, brave.” While Klaus listed those reasons for liking Duncan, he knew that no words could express just why he likes Duncan like that.

“So are you.” Duncan replied. A silence fell upon their conversation yet again.

“Well, I suppose I have to go to sleep. It is 10:24 already.” Klaus remarked. Despite that, he didn’t want to end the call. Ever.

Duncan hummed, “Yeah, me too. Good night, Baudelaire.”

Klaus slowly positioned the phone in front of his face. He looked at Duncan’s caller ID before he replied, “G’night Duncan.”

Neither of them ended the call.

Well, Duncan had to. Klaus overheard Isadora yelling at Duncan to go to sleep already.

“Good night, Klaus.”

Klaus smiled and replied. “Good night again, Duncan.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, Klaus fell asleep contentedly, thanking the world for Duncan Quagmire's presence in his life.

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