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sillysnack · 2 years

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

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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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lesbianjackies · 1 year

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❤︎︎ character list ❤︎︎

key: bolded - characters i enjoy writing for | italics - characters i’ve written for before

❥ 10 things i hate about you

cameron james, kat stratford, bianca stratford, patrick verona, michael eckman, mandella

❥ marvel

natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, steve rogers, carol danvers, stephen strange, sam wilson, gamora, gwen stacy, tony stark, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, may parker, peter parker (tasm & mcu), peter quill, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, thor odinson, yelena belova

❥ pirates of the caribbean

jack sparrow, will turner, elizabeth swann

❥ grishaverse

alina starkov, the darkling / aleksander morozova, malyen oretsev, genya safin, david kostyk, zoya nazyalensky, nikolai lantsov, kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, matthias helvar, wylan van eck

❥ the school for good and evil

agatha of woods beyond, sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, hort of bloodbrook, hester of ravenswood, anadil of bloodbrook, dot of nottingham, rafal

note: sophie x hort x reader is a fav

❥ the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, gale hawthorne, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason

❥ harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, draco malfoy, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, cedric diggory, oliver wood, theodore nott, daphne greengrass, blaise zabini, tom riddle, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon

❥ miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, enoch o’connor (MOVIE ONLY), olive abroholos elephanta (MOVIE ONLY), millard nullings (BOOK ONLY), hugh apiston (BOOK ONLY), fiona frauenfeld (BOOK ONLY), bronwyn bruntley (BOOK ONLY)

note: i will write for book- or movieverse jacob & emma. please specify which you would like when requesting or i will default to bookverse.

❥ shatter me

juliette ferrars, aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, nazeera ibrahim

❥ the folk of the air

jude duarte, cardan greenbriar

❥ percy jackson

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, thalia grace, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, reyna avila ramirez arellano

❥ avatar: the last airbender

katara, sokka, zuko, azula, mai, ty lee

❥ a series of unfortunate events

violet baudelaire, klaus baudelaire, duncan quagmire, isadora quagmire, quigley quagmire

❥ newsies

jack kelly, davey jacobs, katherine pulitzer, crutchie morris, spot conlon

❥ frankenstein

victor frankenstein, the monster, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval

❥ little women

jo march, meg march, beth march, amy march, theodore laurence

❥ star wars

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, padme amidala, luke skywalker, leia organa, han solo, rey, finn, kylo ren, poe dameron

❥ my babysitter’s a vampire

ethan morgan, benny weir, sarah fox, rory keaner, erica jones

❥ yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatorccio, jackie taylor, laura lee, mari, akilah, jeff sadecki

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ssadumba55 · 1 year

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Masterlist: Archived Fandoms

All my writing for Hamilton, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Newsies, A Series of Unfortunate Events, 101 Dalmatian Street, Zootopia, Wall-E, Ratatouille, The Maze Runner, Descendants, Once Upon A Time, Hook, She-Ra, The Incredibles, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Wizards of Waverly Place and Captain Marvel will be linked here!

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HAMILTON THE MUSICAL

Thomas Jefferson Permission to Court? (Gender Neutral Reader)

King George I Missed You (Female Reader) Don't Need Riches (Gender Neutral Reader)

BBC SHERLOCK

John Watson Can't Sleep (Gender Neutral Reader)

Sherlock Holmes He's a Jerk (Gender Neutral Reader)

HARRY POTTER

Newt Scamander Awkward (Gender Neutral Reader)

Sirius Black Muggle (Gender Neutral Reader) Deal (Female Reader) Intimate (Female Reader) Try Again (Gender Neutral Reader) Reunion (FtM Reader)

Remus Lupin Girlfriend? (Female Reader)

Queenie Goldstein Lovely Thoughts (Female Reader)

Harry Potter Hogsmeade (Gender Neutral Reader)

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

Klaus Baudelaire Happy Birthday (Gender Neutral Reader) Alone (Gender Neutral Reader) Letters (Gender Neutral Reader) Jack London (Gender Neutral Reader) Yours (Gender Neutral Reader) Substitute (Gender Neutral Reader) Valentine (Gender Neutral Reader) Moving On (Female Reader) Not That Easy (Gender Neutral Reader) Bad Day (Gender Neutral Reader) Anniversary (Gender Neutral Reader)

Duncan Quagmire Christmas Party (Female Reader) Jealous (Female Reader)

Isadora Quagmire Special (Female Reader) The Ersatz Elevator (Female Reader)

Violet Baudelaire Falling for You (Female Reader)

Baudelaires Island Days (Gender Neutral Reader)

NEWSIES

Davey Jacobs First Kiss (Gender Neutral Reader)

101 DALMATIAN STREET

Doug Father's Day! (Gender Neutral Reader)

Delilah Sick Day (Gender Neutral Reader)

ZOOTOPIA

Judy Hopps What Parents Do (Gender Neutral Reader) Halloween's Scary (Gender Neutral Reader)

WALL-E

Wall-E Holidays (Gender Neutral Reader) Fourth of July (Gender Neutral Reader)

EVE Thunderstorms (Gender Neutral Reader)

Wall-E & EVE Robot Child (Gender Neutral Reader) Earth Day (Gender Neutral Reader)

THE MAZE RUNNER

Newt One Chance (Female Reader)

Minho Hopeless (Male Reader) Wherever, Whenever (Male Reader)

ONCE UPON A TIME

Jefferson Scar (Gender Neutral Reader)

Killian Jones Hooked On a Feeling (Gender Neutral Reader) Flower Shop (Male Reader)

HOOK

Rufio I Wish Pt. 1 (Female Reader) I Wish Pt. 2 (Female Reader)

SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER

Scorpia Leaving (Gender Neutral Reader) Is This What Love Is? (Gender Neutral Reader)

WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE

Justin Russo Third Chance (Gender Neutral Reader)

CAPTAIN MARVEL

Carol Danvers Don't Give Up (Gender Neutral Reader)

RATATOUILLE

Remy Halloween Dish (Gender Neutral Reader) Fancy Feast (Gender Neutral Reader)

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number-onekidqueen · 1 year

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𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚝

Quigley Quagmire x Violet Baudelaire

Angst, fluffy towards the end.

Warnings: brief mention of torture and harm, intense negative emotions, light self harm.

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*= when the lines are not mine, and from the original dialogue of the TV show/novel.

I rolled over in my bed at Jacqueline's mansion, awakened from a dream, and attempting to erase it from my mind.

Quigley was in it, again.

Usually I could keep my head together, and breathe in and out as I felt the icy fingers of nostalgia squeeze my heart, but today they seemed to be clawing at it, and no amount of calm breathing could quench the pain.

My heart swelled, and soon I found tears slipping down my cheeks, dripping onto my pillow as my mind tortured me and forced me to relieve that blessed yet cursed memory, over and over...

I tapped on the frozen waterfall gently with the candelabra, making sure the ice was hard and firm. Reassured, I ascended a few steps, the ice scraping against the sharp prongs of the forks on my feet, giving me a shiver from the horrible noise. An icy breeze blew at that moment, increasing my shivers.

As soon as it ceased, I reached up, the candelabra frigid and heavy in my hand, to the next patch of ice I was going to test for stability.

I was truly exhausted.

My heart had shrivelled in melancholy, my skin was crawling from the glacial cold, and my limbs felt frozen and asleep. I was ready to give up.

But I couldn't. And as much as a selfish part of me wanted to, I wouldn't.

As long as Sunny stayed imprisoned in a cage, on the top of this mountain I was never going to give up. Olaf was never going to get away with kidnapping my sister. We'd triumphed against him once, and I was planning to do it again.

So despite my aching limbs, frozen bones and gloomy heart, I pushed on and continued ascending, ignoring the icy gales threatening to knock me off my unsteady feet, or the horrible scraping sounds echoed by Quigley, below me.

I continued ascending, until I saw a ledge above me, mere metres away, large enough for Quigley and I to sit comfortably on.

My heart lifted, and I felt warm relief sink through me, as I heaved myself onto the ledge.

"Quigley, there's a ledge above we can sit on." I called down to him.

"Alright. I'm coming up." He replied.

Soon he sat beside me, and for a while we both gazed at the breathtaking alpine landscape surrounding us, in silence, our steaming breaths in sync.

"You know, if you have to hide a headquarters, it's a beautiful place to do it. It's a very lovely view." I commented thoughtfully. *

"Very lovely indeed." Quigley responded softly, gazing at me. *

I slowly turned to face him, my heart fluttering, and a smile spread over my lips as I met his gaze.

He gazed at me in a way no one ever had.

Duncan had gazed at me with longing and light infatuation, but this was more.

He watched me as if I was the most beautiful and rare flower in the world. As if I was a figurine constructed of the most delicate of glass and crystal. He gazed at me with such tenderness and love that a mixed emotion of euphoria and safety crept into my heart.

I tried to think of a way I could explain all of this to him, but I found I couldn't find the words. All I could do was beam, with a joy I had never encountered. He loved me.

The fact that we knew each other wasn't the problem. I knew he was a good person, and that was what was important. And as for not knowing him, well, I could always learn.

Shyly, we leaned towards each other our cheeks colouring. We paused, our lips mere millimetres from another, before I closed the gap and kissed him.

Never had I kissed someone before.

I'd seen movies where faces seemed to move in sync as tongues fought for dominance, and they bit each others lips and sucked each others faces.

But this wasn't like that in the slightest. It was more like a soft, tender peck that was held, with slight movement. His cold lips touched mine, and our warm breath mixed and mingled, before we pulled away and smiled at each other.

"We best move on." I said quietly, with a smile.

Quigley nodded, grinning.

As we resumed our escalation of the waterfall, we began talking about our lives at home.

I laughed as he told me adventures he'd had with his siblings, and listened intently while he recounted a more detailed story of how he came to be here with us.

When it was my turn, I explained to him our series of unfortunate events with Count Olaf, and recounted through giggles funny stories of my failed inventions.

It felt so comfortable conversing with him, that as we reached the top I gazed down at him, sad we had to face harsh reality so soon.

As we sat behind the bush, prepared to save Sunny, he opened his mouth to voice his plans when I interrupted.

"Promise me." I said seriously, my bluebell eyes hardening.

"Yes?" He asked, just as serious.

"You'll remember. This." I said softly, and held out my hand.

His features softened, and without missing a beat he responded earnestly.

"Forever."

He extended his hand, and I laughed quietly as we vigorously shook hands.

Then we turned to face Sunny's cage, and began planning quietly.

I let my tears soak my pillow as all of my sadness and longing to see him returned, flooding through me.

But I would never see him again.

The Great Unknown had swallowed the triplets.

They were dead.

I cried, and cried until my face was dry from my salty tears, my cheeks were sore and my eyes couldn't open.

I would never see Quigley again.

*****

Two years later, I sat at my desk at V.F.D, sighing, exhausted, after completing a series of mind-boggling diagrams, of a new prototype I was to invent.

As I began a mental break, I took a moment to admire a framed polaroid of Quigley and I that a certain Lemony Snicket had taken.

After our return to the mainland, he had come to see my siblings and I, telling us of how he knew our story, how he had told it to all who would listen, and how our names were cleared.

It was at a later meeting he handed me a roll of polaroids he had taken of Quigley and I.

He understood so well. I suppose he would've after losing the love of his life, my mother.

I smiled sadly at the photo, returning to the present and allowing my heart to experience the waves of nostalgia.

Was I over Quigley?

No, I wasn't. And I don't think I ever could be.

Klaus had always encouraged me to date someone, after we came back from the island and became members of V.F.D. And I had been on a good many dates, all of them sweet and lovely.

But I could never kiss them. I could never say I loved them. I could never bring myself to love them, to feel affection, to look at them the way Quigley and I had looked at each other.

Every time, I broke up with the boy, every time I apologised profusely, said that I was the problem, which I was.

And then sat at home wishing Quigley would come back.

Praying and hoping against hope.

I have stopped praying though. And hoping.

I've come to accept that he is gone, even if my emotions are not over that fact, and perhaps never will be.

A loud knock echoed at my door, breaking me out of my depressing stream of thoughts.

I looked up blankly from the photo and gave a faint smile as I watched Beatrice skip into the room, accompanied by Sunny.

My, they had grown. Sunny and Beatrice took my breath away every time I saw them.

"Vi, lunch is ready and..." Sunny began, gesturing to Beatrice.

"You got a.... vithiter....visi... visitor in the meeting roo... room." Beatrice said brightly.

The girls then ran out of the room, their giggles in sync.

I grinned to myself, then began to ponder who would be my visitor.

It couldn't be Klaus.

He was at the Research Centre on the other side of Mount Fraught, and he would've just come and spoken to me in my office.

To be honest, anyone who wanted to see me would have done that. Or asked the receptionists, who would've told them to do just that. So who was this stranger?

I opened the meeting room door, to find a boy with his back to me, clad in snow gear and staring out of the large window at the alpine scenery.

The door behind me closed with a click, alerting the boy of my presence.

He immediately turned from the window and his scarred face smiled with disbelief.

My heart did acrobatics in my chest as I recognised the warm hazel eyes that were staring at me. My breath caught, and I felt my mouth open and my eyes widen. For a moment, my brain froze.

"... Quigley..?" I uttered, hope and disbelief etching my voice.

"Violet." He whispered back, grin spreading.

"...But how...I mean you..you...didn't you..? ...What?" I asked in fear. I backed away against the door, and scrunched my face up, closing me eyes and pinching my arm.

I needed to wake up.

I needed to wake up now.

Quigley was dead. I was going to wake up. This was all going to be a dream, just a stupid, heartfelt dream and I was going to wake up alone. This wasn't possible.

It couldn't be.

"You died. I know you died, you can't be real," I began, "and I'm going to wake up, real soon, let me just-" I viciously began attacking my arms with pinches, tears streaming down my cheeks as I felt the pain course through my arm.

I was awake.

I stepped forward slowly. My hand trembling, I reached out and brushed my fingers along his cheek. He was real. He was warm, living, breathing flesh.

Quigley was alive.

"What happened to you?" I whispered, my fingers tracing the rough scars on his cheeks.

"The Great Unknown is actually a submarine. We were tortured for information, and that's where the scars are from," His voice broke.

"I never forgot you Violet." He whispered brokenly, tears falling down his face, as he stepped forward, holding out his hand like I had done that cold morning all those years ago when we were saving Sunny.

"Oh, Quigley," I whispered softly, and threw my arms around him.

We hugged each other tightly and we both let a few tears loose, swaying. When we finished we both looked into each others eyes. I never thought I'd see that shade of hazel again.

Quigley looked at me with that soft, tender gaze I remembered and suddenly I felt light and breezy as he kissed me.

*********

Not everything's okay now.

Quigley wakes up with nightmares every night, and so I sleep next to him, so I can reassure him that he is all right when he awakens.

I don't think they'll ever go away, these nightmares.

But at least now, we have each other to help us.

That's as much as we've ever wanted, and maybe that's all we ever need.

#quiglet #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #quigley quagmire #violet baudelaire #quigley quagmire x violet baudelaire #quigley x violet #angst #reunion #comfort

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asoueismylife · 1 year

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Ask Game: Duncan Quagmire (asoue)

Favourite otp: Dunclet, they have a very heated chemistry and should have been endgame which is why I don’t like Quigley or maybe Duncalita (Duncan x Carmelita) I definitely saw the chemistry with him and Carmelita at Prufrock I’m just saying something might’ve happened if they had shown more.

Favourite brotp: I feel like he might get along with Carmelita or even Fiona, minus getting a glare ir two from his sister for even going near Fiona from the Figley Kiss, but I love sibling rivalry so definitely Quigley.

Favourite Ships of them: Dunclet, Dunklaus and Duncalita.

Hated Ships: Duncaquigley, Fiodunc.

Their Best friend: Klaus Baudelaire.

Favourite Nicknames: D, Dunc, Duncie

Favourite AU: I like the au of the series Legacies of the school for W erewolfs, vampires and witches/ I like to think Duncan is a werewolf.

My favourite outfit: I don’t read the books and obviously the series they only wear the school uniform and pj’s from what I remember but I always imagined him in a Green Shirt/Sweater jeans and (?) green and white airjordans

Defining/Aura color: GREEN.

Would I date them: Hell yeah, sorry Violet.

First impression: Cute and very protective

Current impression: protect this man at all costs, he isn’t a cinnamon but he’s not mean he is in the middle and very stubborn.

Headcanons:

- Soccer Player

- VFD member

- not at all on good terms with Quigley, will hold a grudge until he dies.

Song That reminds you of them: Greenlight - Flo Rida and Lunchmoney

#duncan quagmire #asoue #a series of unfortunate quotes #Duncan #quagmire #dunklaus #dunclet #duncalita #Spotify

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Klaus Baudelaire

• The Vile Village

• Light up my heart

• Dark Paradise

• The Slippery Slope

• A home at last

• A Sailor’s heart

• Love at first sight

• Ashes

• Taken Captive

• Sand & Salt

• Promise to you (Reader!Poe)

• Sorrows & hope

• Lake Lachrymose (Male!Reader)

• Silent sounds

• Affectionate girl | Headcanon

• When words are not needed

Violet Baudelaire

• Sweet talk (Fem!Reader)

Duncan Quagmire

• King’s love

• Prelude

• Halfbloods & Purebloods //Part 1 (HP crossover)

• Halfbloods & Purebloods //Part 2 (HP crossover)

Isadora Quagmire

• The great escape (Fem!Reader)

Count olaf

• A writer’s muse (Male!R)

Austere Academy ~ series

• The Austere Academy // part 1

• The Austere Academy // part 2

• The Austere Academy // part 3

• The Austere Academy // part 4

• The Austere Academy // Part 5

• The Austere Academy // Part 6

• The Austere Academy // part 7

• The Austere Academy //part 8

• The Austere Academy //part 9

• The Austere academy // part 10 (Final)

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averydeadpoet · 3 years

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If I wrote a Klaus Baudelaire x Reader (probably at Prufrock Preparatory School) would y’all read it?

#a series of unfortunate events #klaus baudelaire #lemony snicket #sunny baudelaire #violet baudelaire #duncan quagmire #isadora quagire #carmelita spats #count olaf #mr poe #x reader #klaus baudelaire x reader #fanfiction #fanfic

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infiniteimaginings · 3 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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