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[shitty-old-guard-deaths]

Hellooo, this blog absolutely kills me asdfgh thank you for making it. I must share this post: h t t p://freakspotting(.)tumblr(.)com/post/639948088356765696 because I can only see Booker messing around in the Canadian Rockies or somewhere equally cold and quickly learning what Not To Do on ice

The post is here.

Booker; 1813; Russia; Cause of Death: the ice he skates getting pretty thin

[coffeebeannate]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: The Old Guard (Movies and Comics)

Pairing: Kaysanova

Rating: Teen and Up (T)

Summary: Joe and NIcky have a special pen. With that pen comes their memories, love, and everything in between.--Basically, a soft skin writing/calligraphy fic, so to speak.

Note: Part 2 of what I’m calling the “Nothing So” series. “Nothing So Holy” was the first fic.

[digital-cryptid]

Owww omg your tags on the Klaus' expression post ;o; You're right though and you should say it!

thank you!! I’m honestly kind of tempted to write a full thing about what was going through his head both after he runs out of the diner and while dave tries to apologise to him bc it’s SUCH an emotionally painful experience for him and he can’t even really admit that because

he can’t make dave feel worse than he already does about it and he doesn’t want to feel responsible for any of dave’s pain

he knows logically that he’s experienced more physically painful and generally traumatic things than a punch in the face

he doesn’t know how to deal with bad emotions in a healthy way so it’s easier to pretend they don’t exist and hide them behind jokes

he needs to hold onto the dave he knows who would never do anything to hurt him

and related, he can’t let himself fully process the fact that the only person in his life who had never hurt him has now done exactly that

for all his reputation as being dramatic and selfish, klaus definitely minimises and jokes about his real hurt, especially if talking about it seriously could worry or hurt the people he cares about. you know it’s bad if he acts like it doesn’t bother him, but you know it’s REALLY bad if he tries to act like it doesn’t bother him but can’t quite manage it.

[armandyke]

Pls tell me all you can about wygc 2 I am obsessed

KLAUS FIND ABANDONED BABY WHILE DAVE IS AWAY FOR WORK STUFF AND ROPES DIEGO AND PATCH INTO TRYING TO FIND HER PARENTS BUT THEY ALL GET VERY ATTATCHED TO SAID BABY ALONG THE WAY

[squishitude]

Hi I'm v shy. Thoughts on how Klaus' powers could develop / what are your hopes for him in season 3?

Hello! Oooh I want so many things!!!!

Warning, this is probably gonna be a mess:

Powers-wise I definitely wanna see him using his powers like in the opening scene of S2, that is, manifesting spirits physically and using them to fight. I think the process of him developing to that could involve some accidental manifesting and the siblings being a little freaked out by it

I’d also love to expand on the possession! Though it’s kinda ambiguous as to whether possession was part of Klaus’ powers or Ben’s as a ghost, but I hope it’s Klaus’! Possession would open up so many interesting possibilities, it would feel like a missed opportunity if they didn’t expand on it. I just really want Klaus to be useful and valued!! I’d also love to see a legit fight scene with him, like a few good punches and a simple takedown at least

I think my general hopes for S3 are just that his storyline and growth from season 1 will continue. Klaus didnt really contribute to the S2 plot at all (like he didn’t even know any of the villains, and he’s the only one the Swedes didn’t go after, why?), so I definitely wanna see that change and for him to be more involved! I think he’ll really be going through it emotionally in S3 I want him to s n a p, especially since he won’t have Ben as a companion anymore. He’ll also finally be forced to grieve for Ben which he never had the chance to do before.

And we all know Klaus doesn’t deal with emotions very well. He’ll probably be irritable which will bring up some good emotionally charged moments with the others. I can definitely see him and Diego yelling at each other before hugging it out.

Most of all!! I want Dave!!

My current theory is that Herb’s new and improved Commission™️ will be allies to the Hargreeves, and I think Dave could be recruited! Because if he survives past when he originally died he’d become an anomaly that needs correcting, and they’d probably rather just recruit him since all their agents are dead and they gotta rebuild (I also wrote a fic with that lol)

Dave would find out Klaus wasn’t lying or manipulating him and he’d wanna talk to him and get some answers. Of course this Dave wouldn’t have met Klaus in the war so their history wouldn’t be quite the same, but I think Klaus would be happy just to see him. He’d have to force himself not to freak Dave out, but policing himself has never been Klaus’ strong suit, so some sweet, sweet conflict may arise between them. I’m just so desperate for Klave to be endgame 😭 and I wanna see more of CRT!!

God I could go on even more with all the amazing theories out there, but this is already long and I don’t wanna bore people lol

Thanks for the ask!!

[digital-cryptid]

Ohh for the klave prompts... Dave and Klaus finding a stray kitty? 🥺 Or maybe Dave meeting Klaus' sibs?

thank you so much!! I’m also working on something for dave meeting the rest of the family, but for now please enjoy the kitty content (also posted on AO3)

Little Loves

If you’d asked Klaus just a few years ago if he ever saw himself settling down into anything even close to domesticity, he would have laughed in your face. He had been a queer, homeless addict with no qualifications, no job, and no money. His longest exclusive relationship had lasted a total of three weeks and he never knew for sure where his next meal was coming from. He hadn’t even been sure what normal adults did with their days.

It wasn’t as if he was an entirely new person. No, he was still queer, he was still an addict (albeit one who had managed to kick his worst vices), and he still had no qualifications and no job. But Klaus Hargreeves had been thoroughly domesticated by one Dave Katz, to the point where things like grocery lists and furniture stores and date nights were a part of his existence. 

The date nights were his favourite.

It had taken some getting used to for Dave to accept that showing any kind of affection in public was even a possibility, but once he had, it became blissfully normal for him to hold Klaus’s hand or to link his arm with Klaus’s. And Klaus was never going to complain about that, even if there were still those moments when they had to let go, just in case. It was an instinct, an inbuilt sense of self-preservation, and even though Klaus had a history of ignoring those sorts of senses, they were still there.

So when Dave stopped and let go of Klaus’s hand, he expected to feel something. He expected to sense some kind of danger, to be able to see a group of men or a stranger paying them a little too much attention. But he didn’t. “Dave?” he said uncertainly, turning back to look at his boyfriend. 

“Did you hear that?”

He heard a lot of things these days, now he was mostly just keeping the ghosts at bay rather than fully silenced. The faint frown creasing Dave’s forehead was unbearably cute, but Klaus could barely register it. Now he listened, really listened, he could hear a faint, feeble squeaking. 

“It’s coming from down that alley.”

Neither of them needed to say anything to know what the other was thinking. They followed the noise, down towards a metal trash can and a dirty, cardboard box lying beside it, abandoned garbage on filthy concrete, half in shadows from the streetlights and the few businesses still open on the main road. Dave crouched down and lifted the box’s lid. 

Inside was the smallest, sweetest kitten Klaus had ever seen, with thin, dark gray fur and barely visible ears. “Oh…”

The kitten mewed, loud and insistent, and Dave laughed softly. “Hi, you,” he murmured, reaching out with one finger, the dopiest smile on his face. The whole scene was just precious. How was it possible to love someone this much? To be so overcome with affection for another living being? There were no words for what Klaus was feeling, for the intensity of it.

Dave looked up from the kitten to Klaus, and his smile changed when he caught him staring. “What?” he asked bemusedly, another laugh bubbling up out of him.

“I love you.” It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, but it was a start. And it was the truth, an inescapable truth, that he loved Dave with every fibre of his being. 

“So if I asked you if we can take this little guy home, would you say yes?” Dave asked, and the hopeful look in those perfect blue eyes would have been enough to make Klaus agree to just about anything. 

The ‘little guy’, it transpired, was more likely a girl - although they couldn’t be certain when she was so young. The vet they took her to had guessed her to be just under a week old, although so malnourished that she had barely grown since birth. It was a miracle she was alive, the vet had said. We can take her off your hands, she had said, and both Klaus and Dave had said “no” immediately. 

“Are you sure? Kittens this young are a lot of work-”

“We’re sure,” Klaus had insisted. 

And that was how they ended up bringing her home in a carry case that seemed far too big for her, an electronic heat pad in the base of it to keep her warm, along with a full bag of supplies and leaflets on proper kitten care. They’d more likely need to visit a pet store in the morning, but they had enough formula and a comfortable enough case that it would be luxury compared to the cardboard box they’d brought her to the vet in, and a demonstration on how to feed her correctly. 

“Welcome home, baby,” Dave said in a soft, high voice, lifting the case up to look directly into the kitten’s sleeping face.

“I thought I was your baby,” Klaus said with a mock pout. It wasn’t that he was jealous of the kitten. He wasn’t. He just liked having pet names that didn’t come from whoever he was sleeping with forgetting - or just not caring to learn - his real name. With Dave, it wasn’t like that. He liked Dave’s pet names for him. He liked hearing ‘baby’ - or ‘honey’ or ‘beautiful’ - and knowing it always meant ‘Klaus’. 

Dave laughed and put the case down on the table. He turned to Klaus, tucked his hair behind his ear, cupped his cheek, and kissed him. “Yeah, you’re my baby,” he said, and Klaus beamed, his hands on Dave’s waist. He was always so warm, so wonderfully alive.

“See, that’s what I thought.” His hand lingered as he pulled away to go sit down, an invitation for Dave to join him on the couch. His couch. That was still strange, a couch that actually belonged to him, not just one he’d been allowed to crash on. It was strange, but it was the good kind of strange. 

Dave sat beside him, his arm coming to rest around Klaus’s shoulders. “We’re gonna have to name her, you know. Especially if you want to be my only ‘baby’. I mean, you could be ‘love’ and she’d be ‘little love’, but that’s gonna get confusing.”

Klaus hummed as he lent into Dave’s side. “You got any ideas?”

“Klaus Two?” Dave offered, a mischievous glint in his eye that made Klaus laugh. He may have had the reputation between the two of them for being the ridiculous one, but Dave could hold his own on that front without any problems, could be just as weird and crazy as Klaus was. He just hid it better when they were around other people. Dave laughed too, and Klaus felt another rush of pure love for this beautiful, perfect man. “What? She reminds me of you, y’know?”

“Why, because I’m cute?” Klaus asked, preening.

Dave laughed and nudged him playfully. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re cute. But also ‘cause she was so precious and vulnerable and I just wanted to bring her home and make sure she was okay.”

“Did you just compare me to an abandoned kitten?”

“Maybe?” 

The faux innocent look on Dave’s face was simply too sweet to resist. Klaus kissed him quickly, then settled in against his chest. “How about Ro?”

“Rose?”

“No, Ro. Like Cockroach.” It was an apt name for a survivor, a little thing found among the trash and the dirt.

Dave snorted. “That’s an awful name.”

“You wanted to call her Klaus Two!”

“Yeah, but Klaus is a sweet name. Cockroach is gross.”

“Not Cockroach, Ro!” Klaus insisted, but he couldn’t keep himself from laughing. And soon Dave was laughing too, and they were giggling together all over again. Talking with him, laughing with him, even just being with him, there was more joy to be found in just a day of it than there had been in any given year of his youth. “Okay, okay… We could call her Beyonce?”

“You know, now that I think about it, Ro isn’t that bad,” Dave said, and Klaus pulled back in an exaggeration of shocked offense. 

“What’s wrong with Beyonce?”

“Baby, I love you so much, but she’s just not good.”

Klaus shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m dating a Beyonce hater.” But of all the flaws Dave could have, this was one he could deal with.

“You’re a dork,” Dave teased. A small mew from the carry case drew their attention away from each other, and Dave just grinned. “And Ro agrees with me. I mean- oh, goddamn it, Klaus.”

Klaus laughed triumphantly. “I knew you loved me!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Love you too, Davey.”

[armandyke]

Ohhh I love your college AU so much! What is everyone studying? Also, are Claire and Allison sisters? I love all of their designs, ugh. Beautiful artsy babes <3

Luther and Elliot are physics students, Allison Ray and Dave are journalism students, Klaus and Lila are art students, Five and Dolores are maths students, Ben and Eudora are law students, Vanya is a music student, Jill and Sissy are English Lit students, Diego is just fuckin vibing

[lorquiana]

Hi Neon! <3 A Bright Center to the Universe and 2, 3, + 13? 🥺

hi siggy!!!

2: what scene did you first put down?

the first scene i actually wrote was the prologue, but some of the first scenes i thought of were nile + andy's first meeting, nicky's nightmare, and the conversation joe and nicky have just before [redacted] on eadu

3: what's your favourite line of narration?

hard decision, but i'll go with these two sections from the scene with nile and andy in the kyber cave (which i hadn't originally planned out! but it's one of my favourite scenes)

Nile reaches out, her fingers brushing one of the veins. She can hear whispering all around her, like the sound of waves breaking on the shore, and a faint melody that’s unlike anything she’s ever heard before weaving through it all. It calls to her, like a voice she’s known all her life.

and

She laughs out loud, and the light flares brighter where she’s touching the crystals. We know you, they whisper to her. She lets the power flow through her for a moment, thrumming just under her skin - she is part of them and they are part of her, connected to the rest of the universe.

13: what music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

i don't usually listen to specific music when writing? at least, i don't go out of my way to listen to things that relate to whatever i'm writing. so. i have no music suggestions