we didn't choose this life, we're just living it

My card for Bad Things Happen Bingo! 

☂️ = Finished

I’m supposed to take requests for this, but I’m not confident I’ll actually fulfill any of them lol. But if you have suggestions, let me know?? 

My (late) submission for @tuamermay Day 3: Magic 

75 hours in Procreate. I never want to see another fish bone or rock again lmao

Hi anon!! This one was a challenge, so I hope you like it!

Five/Klaus | Serendipity

The bond between Klaus and Five was a chain forged in disaster.

Both were sold by anonymous mothers to a billionaire who would never love them. They endured torture and abuse framed as training, teaching them to master the powers they’d never asked for in the first place.

They became friends first, opposite personalities that somehow struck a perfect balance. As they grew closer, their feelings deeper, finding each other began to seem like fate.

In another life, they never would have met. Every misfortune pulled them closer, formed a bond that was unexpectedly beautiful, and they wouldn’t trade it.

Riry!! <33 I hope this is what you had in mind!

Five/Klaus | Lie

Five wakes up to Klaus’s lips against his cheek, words vibrating softly against his skin. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Five pushes him back and wipes away the lingering feeling of Klaus’s touch. “No.”

But he did. He always does.

Every night, Five dreams of ashes and loneliness, of his siblings’ broken bodies scattered amongst the rubble.

When Klaus says, “you can talk to me, you know,” Five lies and says, “I know.”

They don’t talk about the apocalypse or long nights in the mausoleum— not with words. When Klaus takes his hand, Five squeezes so hard it hurts.

Drabble! :D

This turned out mildly suggestive, so it’s going under a cut to be safe.

Send me a character/ship and a one- or two-word prompt, and I’ll write you a 100 word drabble!

Five/Klaus | Submit

Klaus + Notice

Klaus has always liked attention, no matter who it comes from—craves it like a drug.

Being noticed for his outfits and humor hardly seems different than the glares from strangers when he’s too drunk, too high, too loud. Attention is attention; it doesn’t matter as long as they see what he wants them to see.

Dad’s voice in his head tells him he’s weak, useless, and Klaus buries his shortcomings under a flamboyant camouflage. It’s a mask that Dad looked right through with a disappointed scowl, but it works on strangers.