hold my hand?

repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

klaus watched her carefully from where he sat against the headboard, one arm draped lazily across the sheets while the morning light spilled gold across her skin. she wouldn’t look at him when she said it. of course she wouldn’t.

“ love, ” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep, “ you’ve said that after nearly every reckless decision you’ve ever made. ” there was no mockery in it this time. only amusement softened by something far more dangerous. his eyes traced the tension in her shoulders, the way she pulled the sheet tighter around herself as though that might somehow undo the night before. undo the hours spent tangled together, her hands in his hair, his name falling from her lips like a confession she never intended to make. klaus tilted his head slightly. “ the difference is that I don’t believe you. ”

he stood slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact as he crossed the room toward her. there was something unfair about how calm he looked compared to the storm clearly brewing inside her. centuries of surviving guilt had taught him how to wear composure like armour. when he reached her, he brushed his fingers lightly against her bare shoulder, gentler than anyone would ever expect from him. “ if it were truly a mistake, ” he spoke quietly, “ you wouldn’t look quite so terrified of wanting it again. ”

she doesn't flinch when he touches her shoulder. instead, the gentle caress seems to melt the tension that sits there, and her mind reels at just how awfully fast he can soothe her, even when her psyche is trying to convince her that he's a problem she should focus on solving. she finally raises her light gaze, settling on his own eyes with a confidence that seems almost unfitting of the situation.

‘  do  not  be  ridiculous.  ‘        thin  heels  of  her  stilettos  skillfully  balance  on  the  uneven  pavement,  the  stones  and  holes  alike  easily  missed  with  each  step.    the  widow  had  trained  walking  on  rusty  nails  and  thorns    ;    a  bit  of  dirty  and  difficult  terrain  can  hardly  knock  her  posture  out  of  its  usual  elegance.        ‘  i  prefer  millionaires  chasing  me  rather  than  a  ball.    besides,  i  am  russian,  we  are  excellent  at  winter  sports  and  arts,  not  …    this.    whatever  this  is  even  supposed  to  be.  ‘        as  she  speaks,  her  fingers  dare  to  steal  a  singular  salted  fry,  holding  it  between  manicured  nails  as  if  the  oil  would  stain  her soul  with  its  nastiness.    she  bites  it  twice  before  wiping  a  hand  on  his  muscular  bicep  that  is  unfortunately  covered  by  a  tight  shirt.    he  looked  so  much  better  when  he  was  stripped  out  of  his  clothes  and  his  dignity  all  those  months  ago.

the  crowd  surrounding  them  provides  both  the  comfort  of  not  being  seen  and  being accidentally  discovered  by  whoever  holds  a  phone  on  a  video  call  to  their  family  member.    but  vinicia  doesn't  pay too  mind  to  them    —    only  throws  metaphorical  daggers  when  they  push  through,  barbarically  hitting  her  with  their  shoulder  when  she  stands  in  their  way.        ‘  i  am  surprised  they  let  you  out  of  your  cage  after  the  fiasco  last  month  in  monaco.    my  eyes  and  ears  told  me  you  were  not  exactly  the  prime  example  of  a  job  well  done.  ‘        keeping  tabs  on  him  now?    maybe.    can  anyone  blame  a  girl  for  wanting  to  see  how  her  situationship  fares  in  the  world?  

he notes the little flicker of light in her eyes as she brings up his willful failure. a mark worth millions simply . . . handed over to the Russians. he can't even lie and say he tried to fight his corner. a deal is a deal, and though it nearly cost him his head, he doesn't really regret it. carmichael might hold his leash tight, but friends outside of six's little circle were infinitely more valuable to his own big picture. ' well, you win some and you lose some, right? though . . . technically, the odds are in my favor this time. ' the blonde prods, testing the waters, even if a part of him knows not to put any trust on her previous word. ' and if you decide they're not? well . . . i'm quite the fan of square one. '

a quiet laugh escaped klaus, though there was very little amusement in it. his gaze lingered on her for a moment before drifting toward the horizon, expression unreadable. “ cursed? ” he repeated softly. “ perhaps. ” centuries of loss, betrayal, and impossible timing certainly supported her argument. yet somehow, every road still seemed to lead him back to her. when he looked at caroline again, there was something almost weary in his smile. “ and yet, sweetheart, no matter how many times fate conspires against us, neither of us seems particularly willing to walk away. ” his head tilted slightly. “ I’d argue that’s less a curse and more a terrible lack of self - preservation. ”

✧     ›    HEAT   &   TEASING   .

My  muse  runs  their  fingers  along  your  muse’s  wrist  absentmindedly,  tracing  slow,  lazy  circles.

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  skin  as  they  whisper,  “You’re  enjoying  this,  aren’t  you?”

My  muse  grabs  your  muse’s  waist  to  steady  them,  but  doesn’t  move  away  immediately.

My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?”

My  muse  playfully  tugs  your  muse’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer.

My  muse  brushes  their  lips  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  murmur  something  just  for  them.

My  muse  traps  your  muse  against  a  wall,  eyes  dark  with  something  unreadable.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  game,  but  the  stakes  are…  interesting..

✧     ›    FORBIDDEN  ROMANCE   .

My  muse  stops  your  muse  in  a  dark  hallway,  their  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “If  anyone  sees  us—”

My  muse  shoves  your  muse  against  a  wall,  breathing  heavily.  “Tell  me  to  stop,  and  I  will.”

My  muse  lingers  at  your  muse’s  door,  knowing  they  shouldn’t  be  here.  “One  last  time.  That’s  all.”

My  muse  runs  a  hand  down  your  muse’s  arm  before  pulling  away.  “We  can’t  keep  doing  this…  but  I  don’t  want  to  stop.”

My  muse  is  forced  to  work  with  your  muse,  pretending  there’s  nothing  between  them.

My  muse  warns  your  muse  to  stay  away,  but  the  way  they  look  at  them  says  otherwise.