Natalie Portman Being Confused By The Fact That You Have To Say Hi To Someone Before Starting A Conversation

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Calm Day Off [Klaus x Self-Insert/OC(Anna) & Children of Libra]

Requested by Anonymous 👶

"Don't forget these sweeties." Anna rushed out of the kitchen holding several boxes.

Stepping in from helping pack a few things in Anna's car, Klaus stepped right back out as his children filed out the door. Each holding a backpack filled to various capacities and a lunch box while being closely followed by Phillip. Very quick hugs were given as they all made a beeline for the minivan Klaus had insisted on shortly after Evalyn's birth.

"I shall return as soon as I can Master Klaus." Phillip gave a half bow, "I can assure this."

Klaus nodded, "Of course Phillip, no rush."

"Bye Papa!" Darius waved, "Bye Mama!"

Chuckling warmly, Klaus waved to his youngest boy. Anna just barely waved before he climbed into the van. Instead faced with Klaus as he stepped carefully around her and Gilbert.

"Do be careful yourself mein Liebling." Klaus gently squeezed her shoulder, "I can ensure that--"

"Klaus honey, I'll be fine." She smiled softly, "It's just a day with my parents. I worry more about you here with just Yvonne until tomorrow morning."

Puffing out his chest slightly, "You've nothing to worry about mein Schatzi. Between myself and Phillip, the children and I will be perfectly fine."

"If you're so sure," Anna leaned up for a kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back after the children leave for school."

"Of course mein Liebling." Klaus met her half way, a soft peck on the lips, "Do have fun, and please tell your parents I say 'Hello'."

"I will honey."

Smiling softly as Anna closed the door, Klaus moved to prepare a small bowl of oatmeal for Yvonne. Hoping to avoid multitasking with her in his arms. Even after four other children, Klaus couldn't bring himself to multitask with a baby in his arms.

Unfortunately, Yvonne had other ideas. Waking alone was never a pleasant experience after all. Klaus however was slightly panicked, wanting to calm his daughter but not having the oatmeal ready meant he would be forced to multitask. It was too much for his puppy panic mentality.

Yet Klaus couldn't ignore his instincts and desire to calm Yvonne, softly cooing in a mix of English and German as he lifted her gently. Allowing her to grab at his sideburns and beard while he nuzzled carefully against her. Ignoring the pain of tiny fistfuls of hair as Klaus drew away, having successfully calmed Yvonne down.

Though the level of caution he took to free the dusty red follicles of hair from her hands felt more stressful than bomb defusal. Klaus didn't like risking dropping his baby girl; even though he'd seen Anna do this, and more, with ease. Klaus lamented that Anna had tried teaching him how, but his nerves simply couldn't take it.

Setting Yvonne back down for a brief moment, knowing she would start wailing again; Klaus quickly grabbed the baby backpack. Carefully equipping the holster before lifting Yvonne into it. Waiting for her sobs to stop as her tiny legs waved freely.

With her snuggly against his chest, Klaus made his way carefully to the kitchen, even if Yvonne was trying to eat the button by her nose. Klaus kept a hand tenderly across her back while he finished prepping her oatmeal until it was finally at just the right temperature so that Yvonne wouldn't fuss or get her little tongue burnt.

Klaus didn't settle at the table just yet, placing Yvonne into her high chair. Refusing to leave her unattended with a warm bowl of oatmeal while he grabbed a small orange from the fridge. Having a little baby smack her table impatiently while he peeled the orange, moving as quickly as he could and giving her the mini slices.

He had long since learned to hand over more bitter or sour fruits first for breakfast. Otherwise, the teething process was a little more painful, as the citric acid was difficult to wash away with just her sippy cup. But Yvonne was happily munching the slices with juice dribbling down her chin as Klaus threw the peel away.

Settling down in front of her for the final time, Klaus waited patiently before slowly feeding Yvonne. Trying to keep her from getting too messy, yet he was failing... harshly. How such a tiny baby was able to get a spoonful of oatmeal in her hair was beyond Klaus, but here he was wiping warm cereal out of Yvonne's hair.

The morning was finally winding down as Klaus spread out Yvonne's playmat. She happily crawled directly to the center, anticipating her toys to magically spawn... until Klaus scattered several around the edges of the mat. Klaus sighed, thankful that he had avoided a short tantrum while Yvonne bee-lined for a large plush dog.

Looking over the collection of educational tapes had Klaus's mind wandering. How deeply he had anticipated Yvonne's first words. How badly he'd hoped 'Daddy' would be among them. While it had been a proper expectation, Little Yvonne had shocked them all by saying "Shazi" first.

Which wasn't proper German, but Klaus had been so proud that his baby girl's first word was so close to his own first language. It hadn't been much longer after that when she began saying "Mama" and Dada", which was truly the better milestone. At least for now.

Sitting at the edge of the playmat, Klaus scooted the nearby toys closer to Yvonne. Watching as she drooled all over her favorite puppy plushie, all but forgetting it in her hands as the Sesame Street Theme song came on. Her little arms waving in an attempt to clap along, hindered by her favorite toy going flying at Klaus.

He managed to catch the half-soaked plush easily, but with Yvonne crawling at her fastest Mach 2; Klaus couldn't help smiling softly. He had seen this trait in all his children, a straightforward determination to keep their toys with them no matter what. Even if that meant pulling herself up on Dada's leg and risking falling on her butt.

Something Klaus kept from being a serious incident with one hand behind her back. Watching as she waddled her chubby baby legs to the lowest point of his crossed legs. Only to get distracted by Dada's knee; Yvonne couldn't decide if she wanted to smack the knee or attempt to bite it. But it would know her little baby wrath!!!

At least until Klaus shook the plush puppy once more, trying to offer Yvonne the toy so she wouldn't hurt herself by attacking him. Not that Klaus would try to fight his daughter nor was he scared that he would act reflexively, but he didn't want to risk Yvonne's health or safety if she did somehow manage to break his skin, even slightly.

Listening to the simple program, Klaus couldn't help but wonder if this was really the right kind of thing for Yvonne at this age. Yet, she loved it to pieces so who was Klaus to argue. Even as she shook the puppy plush at the screen, Klaus gently repositioned her so she could sit comfortably.

Yes, Yvonne was supposed to be learning to walk on her own, but Klaus couldn't stop his instincts from fretting over her ability to fall over. Though there was a toy specially designed to help her stand and walk, one which Klaus had no clue how to turn it into a baby walker.

If he did, then Yvonne would be running over his toes in no time.

Turning to the opening of the front door, Klaus quickly dismissed his knee-jerk reaction as it was only Phillip returning to handle the household chores. Yes, Klaus was more than capable of tending the house himself, arguing with his family or the hired staff was nearly impossible. Especially with Yvonne pulling herself back up on his leg and bouncing to the song.

Unable to contain a soft chuckle, Klaus held onto Yvonne's hands; helping her bounce around and try to dance.

"Uoow-ba dee gaba! Namma onmina!"

Klaus didn't quite know the words to the song she was trying to sing, but gently tugging Yvonne around in her little bouncy dance was just as good. Even as she stumbled on the air, landing in Klaus's open hand. Her whole little tummy fit in Klaus's hand perfectly, it was so adorably funny to him at that.

The morning passed slowly, yet it still felt far too quick for Klaus's liking. With how little time he was allowed to spend with his family at all, let alone caring for his children by himself was too little for his taste. But after a nice snack of softened cereal, Yvonne was yawning her little head off. Lunch could wait until after a nap.

Gently bobbing next to her crib within the nursery, Klaus sang softly in German. Yvonne wouldn't understand a thing he sang, if she could even hear it for the deep rumbling he'd been told his voice was. Anna simply wouldn't stop telling him this fact, especially whenever she was bragging to her friends and coworkers. Just thinking about it made Klaus giddy and embarrassed at the same time.

There were a plethora of fond memories for Klaus to look back on. from the time Anna introduced him to her parents. A moment Klaus had been looking forward to at the time, regardless how nervous it made him.

"Oh, Anna." Her Mother smiled, "And...?"

"This is Klaus, my boyfriend, Klaus von Reinherz. We've been dating since..."

It had been so effortless for Anna to say that, and it was a good thing that Klaus's ears were the first part of him to turn red. Otherwise, he would have feared being perceived as embarrassed or too flustered to even talk about his relationship.

Though it had been years between then and their marriage, Klaus still remembered the ceremony like it was yesterday. How gorgeous Anna had looked in white. Even if he was the only one to give a custom vow, Klaus simply had to express how much he adored Anna to the people who had shown up to witness their wedding.

And in no time at all, or so it seemed, Anna was telling him about her pregnancy. The first of their children so soon after their wedding and Klaus couldn't have been happier.

Slipping into comfortable water-resistant shoes, Klaus began tending his plants. His mind wandering back to the chaos of picking names, baby showers from both sides of the family and friend groups; none of whom could decide on one place and time. The trip to the hospital in the middle of the night...

And all the subsequent chaotic times Klaus had to either rush to the hospital or load his children hastily into the family vehicle. All the while explaining why Mommy was in so much pain, what all the sudden fuss was about. Things which had never gotten easier for Klaus. Anna. Anna had taken everything in stride with experience.

Nothing had calmed Klaus, nothing had stopped him from showing up just after Yvonne's birth. A massive bouquet of roses, a nice card, and a big meal for Anna. Klaus had learned a few things from experience, though he couldn't help getting crowded into the elevator. Nearly dropping everything from his hands, at least able to save the card and a few flowers. Having tucked the food into the most secure area he could think, that was never a problem.

Watering the last of his plants, Klaus looked out the window. Anna had laughed when Klaus tried to explain what happened. Then he panicked when Anna stood, completely forgetting that Anna was perfectly capable, and encouraged, to stand up after resting a little.

While Klaus didn't have to worry about cleaning the house, he still checked for something to do whilst Yvonne napped. Phillip had beaten him to almost everything. Before he could close Mabel's bedroom door, Klaus spotted a tear on her favorite baby doll. There were several tears from the doll's dress down to the stuffing coming out.

It wasn't an easy task for Klaus, but he sat down in the living room with a sewing kit. Very gently pulling the doll's clothing off so he could fix the base of the doll first, Klaus did his best to tuck the plush stuffing back into the doll. Having to use a crocheting needle to accomplish that, and continuing to use the shiny metal rod to properly stitch up the doll's side.

Pulling the threads tight, Klaus tied the string as best he could. Hoping that the stitch wasn't as noticeable as he thought it was right now. But at least it wasn't leaking its stuffing anymore. As Klaus slowly stitched up the dress, he heard Yvonne crying. She was up from her nap and would need quite a number of things.

Setting his work down, Klaus calmly rushed to Yvonne. Lifting her gently and making his way to the changing table, her cries subsiding quickly to happy little giggles as she recognized her Dada. Tiny feet waving all over as Klaus cleaned her up, applying a fresh diaper, and clean little onesie.

Things that Klaus struggled with given how large his hands were compared to her tiny body. But he managed and scooped her up, heading straight for the kitchen for lunch. Soft peach slices warmed over a little and a small bowl of macaroni and cheese; things that would be easy for her chew, even without teeth.

Able to leave Yvonne in the care of Phillip for a few moments, Klaus grabbed the dress of Mabel's doll. Intent on patching the small article up while watching Yvonne enjoy her lunch. All the while she tried to prove that this morning's oatmeal incident was far from the worst she could do about getting messy.

"Yvonne, Schatzi." Klaus sighed as he set the finished patch job down, "How did you manage to get pasta in your ear?"

Giggling without restraint, Yvonne noshed down on a peach slice. Letting all the juice and melted cheese sauce mix together and run down her chin. Carefully tugging the loose pasta pieces free, Klaus prepared a warm wash cloth to at least start getting Yvonne under control.

Though with that fiasco behind him, Klaus set Yvonne down on her playmat once more. Turning the TV back on to a less educational show that she enjoyed before returning Mabel's doll to its rightful place. Even as he played with Yvonne, Klaus couldn't help but wonder how Mabel would react to seeing her doll fixed.

Klaus could only hope she would be pleased with the patch job, regardless of how it looks at the moment. It wasn't the first time one of Mabel's or Evalyn's dolls had suffered such damage, merely the first time Klaus had fixed it by himself. Anna usually took care of things like that, her attention to detail was par to none and was the reason she was nearly top of her field. Or at least the one her boss trusted the most to work from home.

Shaking his head, Klaus returned his focus to Yvonne and her teeny baby babbling. Only just realizing she was trying to hand him a toy. One which Klaus accepted readily, despite the slobber. His little girl wanted to play, so Klaus would play. After all, he didn't get many chances to spend time with his children...

Spoken Magic [Head Canon]

Requested by Anonymous ✨

Speakers were once nomadic, it was very recently that they collectively settled within Hellsalem's Lot for the purpose of aiding the Caster who had called them from the corners of the globe. Every known Speaker family remains separate from the rest, save for times of crisis when they band together, offering their strongest magic wielders to the fight. Their stories, their mythos, even their magic is centuries old and only recently brought to a more public eye.

No form of "physical" Arcana can compare to a Speaker's magical abilities and everyone who needs to know does. Due to Caster relations with Libra, Speakers were quickly introduced to form a secretive trinity meant to keep Hellsalem's Lot safe. With the Casters acting as a public face for all three groups.

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You were still in training when your family traveled to the first permanent home you or anyone in your family had ever known. Being among the strongest of your clan it was inevitable for you to work alongside Libra. Which is how you met your current boyfriend...

Klaus

He is enraptured with the centuries of history you can recite from memory, more so with any folk tales and their modernizations/alterations through retelling

If there's something you can't (or won't) reveal about your family or culture as a whole, Klaus understands completely

He might still be curious, but you said no and that's the end of the conversation

Whatever kind of magic you perform, Klaus can get distracted because of how different it looks from a blood blade attack (though only for a second because middle of the battle)

He has offered to get things to write down, or at least record an audio log of your stories (something the elder Speakers are hesitant to do...)

At first thought you had to be much older than a human life span considering the way you spoke of events from years before you were born as if you were there (but that's just how Speakers recite history)

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Steven

He is fascinated by the old stories and depths of history you know, but the two of you have argued about specifics of dates and times

He won't try to pry too hard when you mention being unable to let a non Speaker know certain things, but sometimes he pushes a little too hard (mostly because its work related)

If you ever just start telling a story (and Steven isn't busy) then he'll be laying across your lap listening intently (and not about to sleep he promises... just resting his eyes... your voice is very soothing)

He is very taken back by how powerful even your supposed low tier spells are and forgets how much space to give you at all times (he can be very protective)

No, he doesn't like how often you use fire on his ice... no he won't admit that refreezing the ice makes it stronger or less resistant to cracking... he is a stubborn man

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Leo

Poor boy can see the runes floating out of your mouth when you cast spells and it freaks him out sometimes

"You... you look so normal that it's just weird to see that."

Will not admit that he forgets what you really are, but jumps whenever you start arguing with Zed or Steven for a historical inaccuracy

He falls asleep easily around you because history was never his strong suit, and he finds your voice soothing... but mostly the bad at history thing sadly, he can't deny it

Gets very concerned when you start arguing with anyone who wants to jot down a thing you say for records as it is not just rude, but also a taboo among your people (meaning you need to get permission from the elders, or at least the elder of your clan)

Though with the All Seeing Eyes, Leo does try to actually see what it is you're talking about given he should be able to

Sonic no like the magic person... froze his banana then roasted it too much. But sometimes is okay with magic person... until he slip on ice

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Zapp

Does way too much to avoid when you're about to go into "lecture mode", he doesn't want to sit around listening to a history lesson

Nor does he want to listen to your stories, he tunes out everything because it all sounds the same

Though he will stay right there if you start talking, just expect him to fall asleep to the sound of your voice

Also expect him to fight others on your behalf. Whether its someone trying to write down something against your will or someone trying to argue historical accuracy with you

The only real problem Zapp has with you is the fact that you're so powerful... he gets jealous easily and thinks he should be the powerhouse between you two

He is the fighter dang it! You're supposed to be the brains of the operation!

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Zed

He could sit for hours as long as you tell stories and recite history

There might be a few points he'll want to discuss or debate, but he won't stop you before you've finished saying anything (in case there's some context he's missing that you... or rather your ancestors knew about and passed to you)

As much as he wants to write down what you're saying, the fact that you can recite it verbatim repeatedly keeps him from pushing the issue too far

Though the things he is allowed to write down (or if you write something down for him) he cherishes it forever

Whenever you are using your magic, Zed is very careful to stay a good distance away... though he still gets distracted from time to time

Zed tries to learn magic from you, but that doesn't go over very well since he sometimes trills mid spell and everything goes colossally wrong (meaning you wind up cleaning the whole thing, though you keep trying to teach him since he's willing)

Unmute !

hey guys new diagnosis just dropped: EVIL AUTISM

Fluff prompt 1 with Klaus please!??

Excuse me while I go giggle~

Fluff 1- Klaus catches his S/O wearing his clothes!

You stood in front of the mirror, giggling to yourself while wearing one of Klaus's shirts. It was beyond oversized on you, threatening to slip off your shoulders and looking more like a dress than a shirt. The only thing you could think to do was wave your arms, sleeves flapping wildly.

Shaking your head, you began to roll up the sleeves. Even if it was one of the shirts Klaus didn't wear anymore. The reasons he considered it a toss shirt were beyond you, except for the small rips at the very bottom. Either way, you had a shirt that was cozy and smelled like Klaus. Despite you choosing to use it while doing chores.

By the time Klaus came home, you were just finishing the meager chores Gilbert had to leave behind. He stopped in the middle of the door, quickly double-taking to stare at you. A slight blush across his face as the realization set in.

"Uh... Liebling?"

"Hm?"

"You look exceptionally cute this evening."

That caused you to stop, tilting your head up at Klaus with a plain look of confusion. Klaus could only think about how adorable you looked while slowly figuring out that you were still wearing his old shirt.