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terriblymisguided ([personal profile] terriblymisguided) wrote2022-06-27 02:02 pm

death is but the next great adventure

Klaus has a funny relationship with death. Mostly, he's a little surprised that after a childhood spent being a rather worthless superhero, followed by over a decade of addiction and one stupid decision after another, death hasn't come for him yet. It's sort of a miracle that he's even stayed alive this long, given the circumstances .

There have been close calls, of course. Perhaps none closer than that night with Luther where he struck his head against a cement floor and went to wherever that was where he spoke with that bitchy child and his bitchier father.

It had even gotten to the point where Klaus thought that maybe he'd end up cheating death entirely, but it seems that he was wrong about that. Death will come for him. He thinks maybe it's coming for him now.

Death is at the front of his mind, but that isn't surprising. What else is there to think about when you're bleeding out on the sidewalk?



It all happens very fast.

Klaus is walking along the street, sipping iced coffee and gesticulating wildly as he recounts an embellished story about a drag king he'd befriended in Amsterdam, when suddenly there's a wild cacophony of sound. A peaceful afternoon is disrupted when a car runs a red light and crashes into the side of another car, sending it spinning wildly into the front of a bakery just a few yards from where they're standing.

Glass and metal explode outward and litter the ground, which startles Klaus enough that he drops his iced coffee. The plastic breaks as it hits the pavement and the coffee spills, sending the liquid outward to follow the patterns of cracks and grooves in the sidewalk.

"That was a close one, huh?" Klaus says to the person next to him, but his voice sounds strange. His throat tickles and when he tries to clear it, the taste of copper fills his mouth and he coughs a little in surprise, blinking as blood trickles out from the corner of his mouth.

He hears a scream and coughs again, starting to shake as he tips his head down to look at his chest. There's so much blood there suddenly, pumping out of a hole in his chest and staining the thin pink tee that he's wearing. It spreads outwards like the coffee on the ground, growing and taking over whatever dry space it can reach.

Klaus reaches up to touch his trembling fingers to the edge of the jagged wound, coughing again as he slowly turns to look behind him. There's a piece of metal on the ground, rebar shrapnel, and it too is covered in crimson red. “Fuck.”

It's only once he realizes what's happened that it starts to hurt, and he feels like a child that's fallen down but doesn't start to cry until he spots the blood on his knee. It hurts so bad that Klaus can't breathe, or maybe that's because his lungs are filling up with blood.

He gives the person next to him a panicked look and then stumbles backwards, collapsing back onto the pavement and staring up at the sky. There's blood in his throat, pooling in his mouth until he chokes, and a part of him wants to laugh.

All those dangerous missions, all those years ruining himself with drugs. Multiple apocalypses. Frontline combat in Vietnam. All of that and this is how he's going to go-- random happenstance. A horrible accident. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't so fucking depressing.

"I'm sorry," he chokes out to the person kneeling at his side, because he loves them and he doesn't want them to have to deal with this. He doesn't want to leave them, but everything is getting dark and cold and he's being called away to somewhere else.

Death is pulling him away, sick of being cheated out of the chance to reap Klaus Hargreeves, and this time, he can't seem to fight it.

This time, he has to go, even though it's the most that he's ever wanted to stay.
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-07-25 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
While Obi-Wan feels a little guilty laughing, he can't help himself. As ever, Klaus has such a way with words that he admires, and he squeezes Klaus's hand gently.

"Well, I'm just glad you're here to experience the celestial comedown," he answers. The car he's ordered is already waiting for them and Obi-Wan smiles as they get in, but he requests a quiet ride, and the driver, wanting a good rating, seems more than happy to oblige.

"Close your eyes," he says once they're in the car and on the move. "Just rest."
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-07-26 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
They get home before too long and Obi-Wan helps Klaus from the car, though he knows Klaus is capable. He must be exhausted, Obi-Wan thinks, because he is, too, not a feeling he's often had in Darrow. The way he feels now, it reminds him a little of the war, how they'd all felt coming back to the ship, finally being able to sit down after hours of battle.

They get cleaned up mostly in silence, taking time, making sure the water is warm, comfortable. Obi-Wan gets the cleanest, fluffiest towels from the closet. Then he puts them both to bed. There is no reading for him tonight, just the dark, the quiet, and Klaus breathing beside him.

Klaus, alive, here with him.
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-07-28 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
When Obi-Wan wakes, it's much slower, to the press of Klaus against his back. His eyes open, he listens to Klaus, the pitch of his breathing, feels the quick thump of his heart against his spine, and he doesn't think it's a stretch to assume Klaus has had a nightmare. Perhaps about what happened today, perhaps about the way his father treated him, the things done to him against his will, without his consent.

Whatever the dream, Obi-Wan doesn't think the details matter, only how they've left Klaus feeling.

Obi-Wan lifts his arm and reaches for Klaus's hand, bringing him closer, pressing Klaus's palm against his chest so he can feel his heart beating slower and steady.

"I'm right here," he says in a soft, sleepy voice. "You're right here."
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-01 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
When Klaus rolls him, Obi-Wan goes easily, knowing Klaus is in need of comfort in this moment, more than willing to give it. When Klaus climbs on top of him, he simply wraps his arms around him, hands slowly smoothing up and down his back, their foreheads pressed together.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," he promises, his eyes closed, hands still moving.

While seeing Klaus die had been difficult, an experience he would very much like not to repeat ever again, he can't imagine what Klaus has been through. The violence of it, of course, but also the pain and trauma of realizing what his father had done so many times.
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-02 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
“Anything you want,” Obi-Wan answers, coming more awake by the moment. In his former life, he would have been awake in an instant, on his feet, prepared for anything, but he doesn’t think that’s what Klaus is looking for. He wants intimacy, a reminder that they’re here and they’re together, nothing has succeeded in breaking them apart. Obi-Wan knows what they have is special, important to each of them, he knows they would never claim to possess one another and yet their connection is strong in ways he’s had with few others.

“I love you,” he murmurs in return as he takes the lube and pulls himself into a seated position. He wants to be able to hold Klaus, to see his eyes, wrap his arms around him. With a quick movement, he arranges the pillow between his back and the headboard, then pulls himself back to he’s sitting against them.

“Come here,” he says, reaching his free hand out to curl over Klaus’s hip, urging him into his lap.
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-03 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Those aren't the words he expects and in the midst of slicking his fingers with the lubricant, sliding the pads of his fingers against Klaus's ass, he pauses, his brow creased. His other hand smooths back some hair from Klaus's face, fingers tucking a curl behind his ear and then he smiles, pure and gentle.

"You make it easy," he answers.

And that is entirely the truth. Klaus may not believe it, but this has been easy for Obi-Wan from the moment they met. He may not always get it right, he knows he's stumbled along the way in some forms, but in general, loving Klaus has felt as right as anything in his life. And he has loved before, loved deeply and with passion, so he knows, has known for a long time, how special and wonderful this is.

"You make it so easy," he says again as he presses one finger inside Klaus's body, taking his time.
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-05 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
“I love you,” he echoes, using one finger slowly and then adding a second, pumping then slowly, curling them inside of Klaus’s body.

This isn’t the same sort of encounter they often have, where they’re already both aching even before they touch one another. It’s slower and it isn’t until Klaus’s hand wraps around his cock that Obi-Wan can feel himself beginning to get hard. He exhales, his breath shaking a little, then kisses Klaus again, slow and deep. His tongue slips into Klaus’s mouth, licking into him, breathing him in.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in a hushed voice. “Are you ready?”
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-10 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Their movements are slow, not quite careful, but sleepy, as if they’re both only half awake. Obi-Wan supposes that might be the case, neither of them wanting to fully come awake, wanting to simply bask in the moment of being together, having this connection uninterrupted by anything else.

He wraps his arms around Klaus, holding him close, their movements slow and deep, motions that come from knowing one another so well. Klaus’s body is warm around his cock, tight and perfect, every movement of his thighs making Obi-Wan shudder with pleasure.

“It is,” he agrees, breathless, whispering. He finds Klaus’s mouth in the dark, kissing him slowly and deeply as they rock together. It’s a reminder for them both that he’s alive, he’s here in Obi-Wan’s arms, alive and whole.
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-18 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan goes with him easily, follows Klaus down, cradling him and keeping him close. He positions himself with one arm on the bed, the other sliding down Klaus's chest between their bodies, and he can feel Klaus's hand on his own cock, covering it gently with his own.

He lets Klaus control the speed of the strokes, but keeps his hand over his, following along as he continues to thrust into him. It feels so good, as it always does, but Obi-Wan is focused solely on Klaus and his pleasure. He's focused on bringing Klaus back to this moment, to these things they share, to how they feel together.

Because they're together. Utterly. And Obi-Wan doesn't want him to forget that.

"I have you, my love," he whispers, pressing a kiss to Klaus's mouth. "I'll catch you."
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[personal profile] larger_world 2022-08-19 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
“I’ll be here long past tomorrow,” he promises, breathing hard against Klaus’s shoulder. He’s still more rocking into him than proper thrusts, something about that slow, deep movement making him feel as if his spine has lit up with pleasure, his body consumed by a low burning fire.

Obi-Wan shudders, gasping Klaus’s name, his orgasm spilling out of him, coming inside of Klaus with a moan. As ever, with Klaus, he feels centred, grounded to this moment and all their shared experiences. He feels loved beyond all measure and he feels a great sense of fulfillment. Being with Klaus has never felt like anything else.

For a long time, Obi-Wan continues to rock into Klaus gently, barely moving at all, just enough to remind them both they’re here, together.