jmy_83 prompted: "can u do one when jeremy wants to follow what his big brothers do but they scold him because he might hurt himself (like lifting weights or something) and jeremy has a tantrum and klaus whisk him away."

A note, in case it wasn't too obvious: Jeremy in this fic resembles S1!Jeremy, not Vampire Hunter!Jeremy from the later seasons. He's not bulky at all. If anything, given he's 14, he's a little smaller than he was in S1 and not as tall. Marcel and Tyler are both taller than him in this fic. They're the same weight and just as muscle as they are in canon, but still Klaus' baby boys.

This goes for hair too. Jeremy has his longer locks from S1. Tyler's hair is relatively short; often with a lot of product in it. Marcel has a buzz cut. Klaus still looks the same, both in muscle and curly, shortish hair.

Jeremy loves Tyler's workout room. It's filled with so many fun things. From his weight bench to the treadmill. There's even a small trampoline he uses for his calf muscles. The backyard has a bigger one, but Jeremy can only use it if he's supervised by his dad. Same with the pool. It's not fair that Marcel and Tyler can do these things alone, but he can't. He knows he just has to prove it.

Today, Jeremy sets his sights on the pull up bar. Tyler's always lecturing him about the weights and treadmill being too dangerous. What could be so bad about pull ups? It's just hanging on. Jeremy can do the monkey bars on their playground out back!

He walks over and has to hop up to grab onto it. Jeremy frowns over the slippery bar, having to take a tight hold. He lifts himself up, straining in the process. A soft grunt escapes from his lips. Jeremy looks down. Big mistake. The ground seems so far away. Jeremy gulps and pushes himself down, nearly losing grip on the bar. His heart beats heavily in his chest and his muscles already ache.

"You can do this," he mumbles, not convinced in the slightest. "You've got this."

The sleeves on Jeremy's sweatshirt begin to droop. He can't let go to fix them. Jeremy stole this from Tyler's closet. It's gray with the freaky Timberwolf on the front, advertising the football team. Little by little, sleeves begin to fall past his wrists.

As the door opens, Jeremy lets go with one hand and shakes his arm in an attempt to roll up his sleeve. His stomach drops as the other hand slips. Before his body can hit the ground, a loud whoosh takes over the room and he falls into strong, protective arms. Jeremy breathes heavily, meeting Marcel's dark, worried eyes.

"Are you okay?!"

Jeremy merely nods. His heart still pounds quickly in his chest. Marcel still checks him over, inspecting every inch. Tyler appears beside him. While worry is written on his face, irritation is too.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!"

Jeremy shrugs. "Pull ups?" He offers lamely.

"You know you're not supposed to come in. How did you?! I locked the door."

Jeremy frowns. He doesn't understand why Tyler is so upset. If the stupid sleeves hadn't drooped, he would've been just fine. "I borrowed the key."

"Borrowed? You mean you went in my room without permission and stole it." Tyler narrows his eyes as he takes him in. "And my sweatshirt."

Jeremy grumbles, managing to get out of Marcel's arms. Tyler continues his rant.

"You need to stay out of my gym! And my room!"

Jeremy folds his arms over his chest. He looks over at Marcel, hoping for backup. His eldest brother shakes his head. Jeremy frowns. "Bubby, he's yelling at me!"

"You took his stuff and did something dangerous. If I hadn't come in here, you would've broken your arm."

"Dad could've healed it!"

"That's not the point and you know it. You put yourself in a lot of danger, as well as stole from Tyler."

Jeremy huffs. "I borrowed it!"

A deeper, accented voice comes from the doorway. "What in the world is going on here?" Klaus steps in and puts his hands on his hips. "Why would you two let your brother play in this room?"

"We didn't!" Tyler argues. "He stole my key! And my sweatshirt!" He grunts. "I want a lock on my door!"

"You know we don't lock each other out," Klaus tells him. He looks at Jeremy, his face stern. "As for you, what do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

Jeremy whimpers. Frustration fills his body. "Tyler yelled at me! And Bubby tried telling me what to do!"

"They're your older brothers. The two of them are looking out for you."

"Tyler can't yell at me!"

Jeremy isn't sure why he's fixated on that, but he is. Their dad tells them all the time that brothers don't yell. Yet, Tyler does it often.

Klaus sighs. "Tyler, you shouldn't have yelled at Jeremy." Tyler's mouth drops open, but Klaus powers on. "That being said, Jeremy, you had no right to be in here. Nor going into your brother's room and taking things without permission. Most importantly, you know you're not supposed to be in here." He glances at Marcel. "Was he using any equipment?"

Marcel nods. "The pull up bar. He nearly fell too, luckily I caught him."

Jeremy's cheeks burn. He kicks his legs and whimpers. They're not being fair! Why are they tattling on him?!

"You're mean!" Jeremy snaps. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, you did, twerp," Tyler says, still annoyed.

"I'm not a twerp! You're just being stupid!"

Klaus steps between the two. "Boys, that's enough."

"I have to share my toys with Tyler, but he can't share his gym."

"That's not the same, little one. You are too young to be in here."

"No, I'm not! I'm a big boy!"

Jeremy stamps his foot and curls his fists. Tears well up in his eyes. Klaus crouches down to his height.

"Come with me."

"No! I wanna stay in here!"

"You can't. Let's get you into timeout."

"No, I don't want a stupid timeout!"

"That's not up to you."

Klaus lifts him into his arms, ignoring the kicking and screaming. He carries his wiggling boy down the hall to the nursery. Jeremy whines as he's deposited into the crib.

"You take some time and think," Klaus says. "Maybe shut your eyes and take a nap."

"No! I want to go back to the gym."

"That's not an option right now."

"I don't want my stupid crib!"

Klaus doesn't respond. He tucks Ottie under his arm and kisses his forehead.

"Daddy loves his little angel."

Jeremy scowls, pushing him away. Klaus goes about shutting off the lights and drawing the curtains. He settles into the rocking armchair. Jeremy throws himself back, kicking his legs and screaming.

"I hate Tyler! I hate Marcel!"

Klaus doesn't say a word. Jeremy screeches louder.

"I don't want a stupid nap! I hate this crib! I'm a big boy!"

Klaus reaches over and flicks on the sound machine. Whooshing white noise takes over the nursery. Jeremy continues screaming until his voice grows hoarse. He sniffles and clutches Ottie tight to his chest. Jeremy glances around and finds one of his binkies. He puts it in his mouth and begins sucking. Little by little, the irritation in his body begins to melt away. He looks up at the mobile above him with dangling octopuses, starfish and turtles. They slowly begin moving. Jeremy sniffles once more and reaches up, unable to grab them.

Klaus walks back over. He bends down and pushes some hair out of his face.

"Better?"

Jeremy shrugs. "Crib not stupid," he mumbles beneath the pacifier.

Klaus smiles. "Good place for you to cool down."

Jeremy rubs at his eyes. "Naptime?"

"Yes. You stay in your crib and get some sleep. You're in nice comfy clothes, albeit stolen ones." Jeremy frowns. Klaus spins the mobile to make it go faster. A soft lullaby plays alongside the white noise. He pulls the quilt over Jeremy. "Night night, my sweet boy."

Tyler sits in the living room doing his homework. He has a desk upstairs, but finds he does better with the TV on in the background. Most nights, he needs something playing to fall asleep too. ADHD is a bitch. At least he has a diagnosis now. The Lockwoods never wanted to get him tested, but Klaus saw the signs. It was only a matter of weeks before he got the results.

The floor creaks and Tyler smells his younger brother. He doesn't look up. Jeremy's soft voice comes through the room.

"Ty?"

From the sound of it, he's not Little anymore. Tyler still doesn't break away from his trig assignment. The footsteps draw closer. A soft thud falls next to his books and he glances over. The gray sweatshirt is folded neatly. It's enough for him to meet Jeremy's face. His younger brother hops from one foot to another.

"I washed it," he offers. Tyler blinks. "And uh, gave the key back to Dad. He put it in your room, I didn't go in, I swear."

Tyler purses his lips. "Okay."

There's a beat of silence. Guilt is etched in Jeremy's dark brown eyes. Tyler does his best to remain strong. This isn't the first time Jeremy's gotten into his stuff.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy says. "For all of it."

"You can't just go into my spaces and steal my stuff."

"I know. I just wanted to be like you."

Tyler scoffs. "Well, you're not. You're Jeremy."

"Yeah, but…" Jeremy shoves his hands in his pockets. He's wearing his own sweatshirt now. This one has dried paint splatter and bits of charcoal. "You're so…Tyler. Cool. Popular. Everyone likes you."

Tyler frowns. He knew Jeremy struggled with being little. This isn't the first time he's tried to act like him or Marcel. Still…

"You're plenty cool, Jeremy," he says. "I may tease you, but that's just what big brothers do."

"I just wanted to be like you for a little bit. Big and strong. I…I want to be like you and Marcel."

Tyler's body softens. "You don't have to be."

"But I want to. I know I can't. I'm not stupid. Sometimes it's just nice to pretend."

Tyler sighs. He doesn't like this. All the emotional stuff. That's more Klaus' thing.

"You're fine as is, but maybe we can find some things to do together," Tyler offers. Jeremy's face brightens. "But you need to ask me first. Nothing dangerous. I'm not getting in trouble over this or risking you getting hurt."

Jeremy nods. "Sounds good."

"And you can't go into my room without permission or take my stuff."

"I promise, Ty. I won't be a pain in the ass little brother anymore."

"Oh, I think you will." Tyler smirks. "Just like I'll be the jerk big brother who teases you." Jeremy pulls a face. "That's just how siblings work."

The next night, Jeremy heads into his room. He's about to go out with some friends. At first he doesn't bother glancing at the bed. Then, something catches his eye.

Jeremy walks over and spots a gray sweatshirt with a familiar logo. He checks the tag inside, it's his size. Beside the sweatshirt is a green post-it with messy handwriting scrawled across it.

So you stay out of my room, brat.

Jeremy grins and slides the sweatshirt over his head.

Next time we'll go into one of my own ideas. Jeremy is obviously Klaus' baby and he is a lot softer with him. What'll happen when Marcel and Tyler get fed up with that?

As always, hope you all are well. Let me know what you think and as always, feel free to leave prompts.