#diego and luther brotp tag

[nancywheelxr]

Could I prompt you with Diego needing stitched up/some kind of shot or needle related treatment and being terrified enough that Luther, Klaus, and Five all team up to try to get him through it? (especially if Luther's surprisingly the most sympathetic of all of them during all of it)

Hey, there! Hope you like it, anon!

They should have gone to California with the girls.

Diego could be laying in the warm sand right now, the calming sound of the ocean lulling him to sleep in a golden beach, a cold drink in his hand.

That could have been his day.

But no, they just had to stop in Chicago first. And then, when they heard of it on the news, they just had to meddle in the bank robbery.

And of course, of course, somehow all of that had lead to Diego being stabbed in the stomach. To be fair, it’s just a flesh wound, more of a nuisance than anything, but still. It hurts like a bitch and it’s soaking his uniform with blood, dripping all down his legs as they make their way back to their hotel room.

Luther and Five immediately disappear inside their room, bickering about bathroom privileges, and Diego has no doubt Five is going to cheat his way into showering first.

In his own room, Diego sits carefully at the edge of his bed, hiding a wince when pain shoots through his body and his vision blurs for a second. The bed across his creaks as Klaus throws himself on the mattress, sighing theatrically.

“Don’t be silly,” Klaus tells the empty air near his bed while Diego catches his breath, so he figures Ben is rooming with them for the night too. “Of course not, I think we would have noticed something like that.”

Whatever nonsense they’re arguing doesn’t matter, because Diego has bigger problems to deal with like the fact his blood is beginning to stain the sheets and the carpet, and that’s going to be hard to explain to the cleaning lady.

“Hey, Diego,” Klaus calls, laughing, “you wanna hear this. Ben thinks you got stabbed.”

Well shit. So death turned Ben into a fucking snitch, huh.

“That’s ridiculous, right?” He pauses when Diego says nothing, and shit, now Klaus is sitting up, eyes going wide as he takes in the bloody sheets and Diego knows he’s probably looking like shit too. “Oh my god, is that blood? Did you really get stabbed? Diego!”

“I may have gotten slightly stabbed,” Diego grits out, pressing a hand to his stomach and grimacing when it comes out red. “But tell Ben snitches get stitches.”

Klaus jumps to his feet, frowning worriedly as Diego peels his shirt up, peering at the gash on his abdomen. Look, he’ll be the first to admit it does look bad, and sure, it might hurt like hell, and sure, he’s a bit dizzy from blood loss by now, but it definitely doesn’t warrant the way Klaus gasps horrified and begins banging on the wall, calling Five and Luther from the next room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Diego demands, trying to cross his arms but giving up when it jostles his injury. “Stop it, they’re gonna–”

The telltale blue light flashes as Five jumps in the middle of the room without his jacket and his tie askew. “What? What’s the problem now?”

Not a second later, Luther is stumbling through the door, looking around for a threat. “What’s going on?”

Before he could say anything, Klaus announces, “Diego got stabbed!”

“Lightly stabbed,” Diego feels the need to point out, awfully defensive for someone bleeding out in a hotel bed.

“This looks bad,” Luther makes a face, flinching, “we should take him to a hospital, come on.”

“And do you want to be the one telling the staff that sure he was at that bank robbery, but he’s not one of the half dozen robbers with stab wounds?” Five snaps, actually coming closer to examine the wound. He pokes around the cut and Diego bites his lip not to give away the pain. “It’s just a flesh wound, but it needs stitches, he’s lost enough blood as it is.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Diego shoots back, pulling his shirt down and angrily batting the hand away. “I’ll be fine with a bandage, thanks.”

“Do we even have a first aid kit?” Klaus asks, ignoring Diego’s very valid protests and immediately hurrying out of the room once Luther tells him that yes, there’s one in the car. It’s a little heartwarming, up until the point where Diego remembers this is a complete overreaction.

You know, this would never have happened if they all got separated rooms like Diego wanted. In fact, a whole lot of things would not have happened if only they had listened to Diego because Diego is clearly the more sensible one out of them all, but god forbid Luther ever listened to him.

They might have taken a wrong road somewhere and missed the highway to California, but then again, that’s on them for leaving Klaus with the map.

“This is ridiculous,” Diego tells them, shrinking back in the bed when Klaus comes back with the kit and Five starts rummaging through it in search of thread and needle. “No one is getting anywhere near me with that,” he protests, pointing at the needle in Five’s hand, and if his voice rises in the end, embarrassingly high, they don’t mention it.

“No offense,” Klaus says, approaching cautiously, “but that would’ve worked better if you weren’t still bleeding in our carpet.”

Luther follows him, hands raised in front of his chest, “look, it’s this or facing the cops at the hospital, but we can’t let you bleed out with a gaping cut in your gut.” And that’s so unfair because they know Diego is still not in good terms with the police, and Five probably has fingerprints in half a dozen unsolved cold cases, so that’s not a choice, not really. When Luther and Klaus haul him up, Diego is forced to grit his teeth and let them. “Come on, up you go. Let’s get him in the bathtub.”

“Jesus Christ,” Klaus mutters, stepping back once they laid Diego down, and okay, it does look a lot worse in the brighter light of the bathroom, and the dizziness is getting a lot worse, Diego has to admit. Maybe a few stitches would be a good idea, he likes his guts where they are inside his body, thank you very much.

“Well, it looks like I’ll have to be the one doing this,” Five grimaces, sounding clinical and resigned, antiseptic already poised, and rolls his eyes when Luther makes a helpless gesture and Klaus takes yet another step back. “Useless,” he mutters, setting the kit down by the bathtub.

“Do you know how to stitch wounds?” Diego asks, talking through the sting of the antiseptic as he pulls his shirt up while Five cleans the cut.

“What part of hitman do you people don’t understand? Would you stay still?”

Luther shuffles forward, gloves surprisingly gone, and holds Diego down by the shoulders, ignoring the furious glare sent his way.

“Thank you,” Five says, pausing before turning back to Diego. “Now, I know you have a phobia, but–”

The rest of his sentence is lost when Diego catches sight of the needle, gleaming silver in the artificial light, and the panic that rises inside his ribcage is suddenly overwhelming. His mind is already fuzzy and Diego struggles against Luther’s hold, trashing inside the bathtub. “No, fuck this, I changed my mind– let me go, asshole!”

“Diego, hey, Diego– Klaus, get his legs,” he hears Luther order, but it sounds far away, echoing oddly in the tiled bathroom. “Diego, look at me. Hey, hey, you lost a lot of blood and you’re aggravating your injury. You need stitches. Do you understand?” He waits until Diego reluctantly nods. “I know this sucks, and it’s going to hurt, but it’s the only way, okay?”

“Screw you,” Diego spits out, glaring at them all. “But fine.”

Five starts without warning and it’s a good thing both Luther and Klaus are holding Diego down, because he flinches with his whole body, hands grasping uselessly at the porcelain sides of the bathtub.

His breathing speeds up and his chest is beginning to feel like a sinkhole, caving in and crushing his lungs, and his heart is drumming wildly, deafeningly loud in the silence, and Jesus, it hurts like a motherfucking–

“So, I heard it’s raining in California,” says Luther, awkward as only he and Vanya ever manage to be.

“What?” Klaus frowns, huffing breathless in his effort to keep Diego still.

“Yeah. Allison called last night. Big storm there, she says. So no beaches, it seems.”

Another minute of silence goes by before Luther tries again.

“I’ve never been to California.”

“Good for you big guy. I mean,” Klaus quickly amends, and Diego didn’t miss the meaningful glare Luther pinned him. “Me neither! Have you ever been to the West Coast, Diego?”

Five nearly snorts at that, and Diego casts a look that he hopes carries exactly what he thinks of this shitty small talk, but he still answers. “No. Should have gone with them though.”

“I don’t know,” Luther muses, “I don’t think the weather is very good for your black clothes.”

“Are you seriously gonna insult me right now– holy shit, what are you doing? Stabbing me again?”

“If you would stop squirming,” Five grumbles, but his hands are gentler when he resumes sewing, “maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.”

“You’re doing good, buddy,” Luther pats his shoulder like Diego is some sort of unruly toddler, “we’re almost done.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Diego says with feeling.

“Don’t be rude,” Klaus chides, poking his leg, “we’re being supportive. Keeping your mind off the–”

“I heard Maine is great this time of the year,” Luther talks loudly, so stupidly earnest that Diego has to snort.

“Ben says Florida would fit us better.”

“I would never willingly set foot with either of you in Florida,” Diego tells him honestly because he doesn’t want to imagine the kind of chaos that would ensue.

A sting pierces his stomach, and Five announces, “I’m done, you can look now.”

Diego looks.

The wound is sewed up neatly across his abdomen, the blood cleaned off even if his clothes are a lost cause. It’s a better job than half the times Diego had to go to the ER and he didn’t even faint this time.

“Thanks,” Diego mutters, refusing to look at either of them, and lets his head loll back at the edge of the tub.

Klaus turns away, busying himself at the sink, turning the faucet all the way on as he washes his hands, and Five presses a couple of pills on Diego’s hands. “For the pain,” he says quietly.

Diego quickly swallows them dry.

“This is way more exciting than California,” Luther tries for cheerful, helping him up. “I bet Allison and Vanya are just watching TV and eating ice cream.”

“Yeah, really dodged a bullet there,” Diego snorts, sounding a lot less sarcastic than he had intended, but he blames it on the tiredness and the pain. The mattress feels like heaven after the bathtub.

“We can go get ice cream,” Klaus volunteers as if his shirt isn’t stained with blood too. “Do you want strawberry or chocolate chips? Nevermind, stupid question, cookie dough is the superior flavor.”

“Coffee for me,” Five calls, claiming Klaus bed for himself.

Luther drags a chair between the beds, “strawberry for me.”

“You are all wrong, but we’ll be right back,” Klaus says haughtily, pointing a stern finger towards Diego. “And no dying until I’m back.”

The door closes behind him and the sounds of his bickering with who they hope is Ben drifts into nothing. Diego closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Today has certainly been a busy day, and it certainly could have gone better, but at the very least they might make it to California by the end of the week after all and the promise of ice cream is enough to make him feel better about making a fool of himself a few moments ago.

It’s just his brothers, he supposes. They’ve all seen each other in worse shapes before. All in all, he might even be grateful.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #tua fanfic #tua fic #klaus hargreeves fic #diego hargreeves fic #the umbrella academy fanfic #look an ask #tua fic tag #klaus and diego brotp tag #diego and luther brotp tag #klaus and luther brotp #sibling tag

[sad-space-monkey-boi]

We Stan Soft Brothers

Luther being loved and appreciated 

#Please don’t tag as a ship #Brotp: I'm an animal just like you #diego hargreeves #tua diego #luther hargreeves #tua luther #luther protection squad #luther positivity #The Umbrella Academy #tua #Fanart #artists on tumblr #Luther being loved and appreciated

[the-updog-academy]

fav sibling bond?

Oh boy oh boy, I’m so glad I got this in particular. Some of y’all are probably gonna tell me to STOP RIGHT THERE, but you know good and well that I won’t.

Klaus and Diego. The BROTP. My two boys, whom I love very much. I appreciate and adore the hell out of them and they bring a smile to my face every time I see them together.

I love the thought that they crossed paths with each other over the years, and  the possible fact that Diego looked out for Klaus when he could.

It is very clear they have a stronger bond with each other compared to the rest of their siblings. Even Ben, having followed Klaus around for years seems to have a shaky relationship with him, mostly guilt tripping him about his lifestyle and choices.

Diego doesn’t judge Klaus like the rest of their siblings. He shows a lot of concern (sometimes it’s open confusion) but he never actually shuts him down and he treats Klaus with a kind of softness compared to the others. Diego constantly gives him rides despite his own protests, especially after Klaus gets back from Vietnam and it’s evident that Diego feels some kind of guilt despite not having known what actually happened to Klaus and never had any confirmation about his torture. He feels responsible. Like Klaus is his responsibility and that he let him down. But at least he went to look, after Patch’s call. None of the others were concerned enough with Klaus even after the attack on the house.

Diego knows Klaus so well that he talks about him wearing Grace’s heels and breaking his jaw, the same way one would talk about the weather. He just KNOWS how Klaus is. When Klaus is at the VFW bar, Diego refuses to leave until Klaus talks to him and he goes as far as fighting through a bunch of veterans just for his brother. Talk about ride or die! And the moment when they talk about Klaus losing someone hits so hard. Their exchange here says so much and Diego’s concern and hurt for his brother is evident. He may have not worded his concern very well, but it is enough to say that he cares about Klaus’ pain. There is a clear display of soft concern and adoration shown on the stairwell outside the motel rooms too. Diego’s trust in Klaus at the wheel of the ice cream truck despite him obviously being intoxicated is actually rather amusing. Their talk in the attic (despite it not having actually happened, much to my disappointment), is so natural and again, Diego just goes right into it without any judgement. Klaus is also his first choice when he wants someone to tag along, even if Klaus doesn’t feel up to it. The hug Diego gives his brother after Klaus "saved” him. He seems so proud of Klaus and I just really adore that. The only other hugs Klaus actually got was an awkward one that he initiated with Allison and I guess the spine crushing one Luther gave him at the rave but...he was high and drunk so I dunno how genuine it could have been, but the one Diego gave him was so genuine. Pretty sure Diego doesn’t do hugs. Yeah we see you being soft Diego, you can’t hide that. The amount of respect he gives Klaus at the bowling alley when Luther shuts him down? My heart. At least someone is taking him seriously!

On the flip side, Klaus is always siding with Diego on every argument during meetings, and he’s also the one Klaus goes to first when he needs a ride or help getting sober. And again when they’re on the stairwell outside the motel rooms, the way Klaus clings to Diego with a fondness that tells me he looks up to him a lot. Even Diego calling him an idiot is endearing. There’s also a deleted scene/BTS where they have a secret handshake. You cannot tell me they are not close, I will deny it. I am just so soft for these two boys and I want to see more of them in season 2. I also want them to have nice things, they deserve to be happy!

#The Umbrella Academy #TUA #Klaus Hargreeves #Diego Hargreeves #BROTP #asks #anon #my posts #thanks!

[tessasocs]

wbw for callie pls?

tagging @witchofinterest cause she asked too!

B A S I C S

full name: Calliope Nora Walton

gender: female

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Ella Walton (mother), Selena Walton (Aunt)

birthplace: New York

job: Thief

phobias: Spiders, Being crushed by a building, asphyxiation, drowning, 

guilty pleasures: Star Wars Prequels, the Mamma Mia movies, David Bowie, Taylor Swift

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: callie x diego

ot3: callie x diego x klaus (platonically)

brotp: callie x klaus, callie x vanya

notp: callie x luther

WBW

[elsakey]

You’re so right and valid and I’m so tired of people acting like anyone who ships anything other than like kl@ve in tua are the worst people to ever live.

Thanks friend for the Allison x Luther solidarity. ^^ I agree that people really need to take a chill pill when it comes to that ship and:

1) Stop making up additional reasons why it is allegedly problematic ("LuThEr is PrEdaTOrY")

2) Whenever claiming "Gerard Way the creator claimed it was weird in an interview!!11!!" cite the rest of said interview where the co-writer of the series described how the writers came to the conclusion that it WASN'T incest due to the circumstances (not blood-related, not raised in familial environment, etc.)

3) Just let people ship said ship and stop coming onto the tags to scream at shippers about how evil they are. Seriously. Just stay in your lane and leave us alone.

Sorry for the rant, just still mad that I cant even go on the tag to enjoy my ship.

I understand that people also ship FiveYa and Klaus x Diego. I personally enjoy those ships more as brotps. What's my solution to this? Shrug and go on my merry way. IT AINT THAT HARD, PEOPLE.

Peace. ✌🏾

#answering asks #answering anons #allison x luther #luther x allison #alluther #tua #the umbrella academy #btw this aint kl@ve hate i hope yall know...this is merely hate that ppl cant stay in their lanes #elsakey rants #may change rant later bc im like that sometimes

[ao3feed-benhargreeves]

by Muddell

"'Klaus?' He asks, glancing over his shoulder and hoping he isn't about to send them straight into a line of traffic.

'Mmm...'

His brief look shows him exactly what he'd expected. Klaus is nuzzling deeper into the backseat cushion. Blood is seeping out to smear underneath him, soaking into the car blanket wrapped haphazardly around his upper half. His leggings are torn and stained with layered coats of mud and grime.

He's an idiot.

Unfortunately, he's also an idiot Diego's responsible for."

Words: 3715, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Grace Hargreeves, Dr. Pogo (Umbrella Academy), Allison Hargreeves (minor), Luther Hargreeves (minor), Vanya Hargreeves (minor) - Character, Ben Hargreeves (minor)

Relationships: Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves & Grace Hargreeves, Grace Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves & Dr. Pogo

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Brothers, Protective Diego Hargreeves, Hurt Klaus Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves Needs A Hug, Klaus Hargreeves Deserves Better, Klaus Hargreeves Needs Help, Klaus Hargreeves-centric, Diego Hargreeves-centric, Diego Hargreeves is Bad at Feelings, Brotp, One Shot, no beta we die like ben, Who's name literally isn't even in this fic, But he's there tho, Underneath the underneath

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tua #the umbrella academy #ben hargreeves #the horror

[ao3feed-klave]

by Unicorn32442

I gave my favorite character from another fandom a bird and then I though Klaus and five deserve a bird too

so this happened

Words: 789, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Giving my favorite characters birds because they deserve it

Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Dumpster Parakeet

Relationships: Number Five | The Boy & Klaus Hargreeves, Dave/Klaus Hargreeves

Additional Tags: Fluff, kind of crack idk, five and klaus are brotp

#AO3 works tagged 'Dave/Klaus Hargreeves' #ao3feed #fanfic #klave #klaus x dave

[nancywheelxr]

(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I understand a good majority of the fandom hates Luther) Maybe something with Luther and Diego where Luther has to hold Diego back from something? That scene when he was holding Diego back from attacking Five gave me life

Hey, there! I don’t mind writing Luther at all! And that little moment was so like, natural and instinctive, I wonder how many times he had to hold Diego back? I love it. Hope you like this one too!

Allison is so full of shit.

Sending him and Luther grocery together is so far her worst attempt at getting them to get along better and Diego is going to kill himself if he has to spend one more second at Walmart with him.

“Should we buy almond milk?” Luther asks, holding up the carton like Diego cares, “I think one of us is lactose intolerant but I can’t remember who.”

Diego is going to kill himself.

“Also, I can’t find the baking powder,” he continues, wandering on towards the end of the aisle, and Diego pushes their cart with fierce hatred. His original idea was to split the shopping list in two and meet back at the parking lot after they’re done, but Luther with that stick so far up his ass had taken the paper hostage and forced Diego to stick with him because what if one of us finish first? but Diego knows it’s just because Allison asked.

“This is stupid,” Diego tells him again because it’s very important to him that Luther knows this. “And screw you.”

“That escalated quickly,” he raises his eyebrows, infuriatingly not offended. “And you’re repeating your insults now. That’s not very creative– ouch!”

Diego smirks, strolling ahead like he didn’t just roll over Luther’s feet on purpose.

He continues walking, leaving Luther and the shopping list behind, putting things on the cart that he vaguely remembers being on the list or that he thinks they should have on the fridge.

The cheese does give him pause, though, because now that Luther put the idea on his head, Diego can’t remember if one of them really is lactose intolerant, and what if they buy lactose-free stuff and it’s Ben? Then there will be an awkward silence at the table and isn’t that a little insensitive to Ben too now that they know he’s always around Klaus?

He chooses not to buy the cheese, just in case.

It all really only goes south when he finds the goddamn baking powder Mom had specifically asked them to buy.

It’s a special kind just for buns and there’s only one left when Diego reaches for it, except–

This– this goddamn twenty-something kid beats him to it.

“Hey, I need that,” Diego says, very politely, to the kid. “Do you mind?”

The kid looks him up and down, snorting. “Yeah, sorry, old man. I need this too, so. Try being quicker next time.”

A deep breath. “You don’t understand, I really need that, so.”

“Look, grandpa,” the kid raises his eyebrows, studying Diego. There’s a victorious glint on his eyes that Diego most definitely does not like. “If you want it so much, let’s make a deal. How much are you willing to pay for it?”

“Are you blackmailing me? Over baking powder?” Diego asks, incredulously, and then because God has forsaken him and the Universe clearly hates him, Luther turns the corner, immediately zeroing on the situation.

“What’s going on?” He asks, crossing his arms and looking at Diego like Diego is the one responsible for this nonsense.

“This kid is blackmailing me!”

“I prefer to think of this as a business negotiation,” the kid says mildly, throwing the baking powder from one hand to the other. “So what’s gonna be, grandpa?”

“That’s it, you little–”

Luther shoots out a hand just in time to stop Diego from showing this kid who’s the old man here and taking the goddamn baking powder without this nonsensical hostage negotiation. He struggles uselessly against Luther’s arm for a few seconds, more for the principle of the thing than anything, before batting it away.

“Come on, Diego,” Luther tries cajoling him, scanning the shelf for another sort of baking powder, “I’m sure one of these would work just as well.”

“Yeah, old man, unless you want to pay like, twenty bucks for it–”

“Seriously?” Luther glares at the kid, holding Diego back again by the collar of his shirt.

“Worth a shot, man,” he shrugs, before cheerfully walking away and disappearing into another aisle.

Once again, Diego reminds himself he’s a grown adult with hostage negotiation training– well, sort of, he attended like three classes before getting kicked out, but still.

“Don’t say anything,” he warns Luther.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” replies Luther, with far too much amusement and the kind of too innocent look on his face that means the moment they step foot back on the house, he’s gonna blabber about this to everyone and Diego will never hear the end of it.

He wonders if the apocalypse is still on the table.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #tua fanfic #tua fic #the umbrella academy fanfic #look an ask #tua fic tag #diego and luther brotp tag

[nancywheelxr]

Hey can you do the rest of the siblings finding out what happened to Klaus while he was in Vietnam? And maybe them eventually believing him when he says he’s sober because of this? Honestly anything with Klaus and validation would be wonderful. I’m sorry if you’ve done this already or if it was too vague! I reallly enjoy your writing, you’re doing a great job:) thank you for existing

Hey, thank you so much! Actually, thank you for existing!

“Is this Vietnamese food?”

It’s a fair question to ask and Diego can see where Allison is coming from, but perhaps the more pressing question would be: “since when do you cook?”

“Well, you know,” Klaus shrugs, sitting down himself at the table like this is just another dinner and not the most surprising thing yet to happen today, and honestly that in itself is a true feat. “There was this sweet old lady in the bar we used to go back in Vietnam, she used to give us free food. Well, me and,” there’s a barely noticeable hiccup on his voice, and Diego is sure the others don’t notice, except maybe Allison, but he does, and he regrets asking in the first place. “Dave. She said he reminded her of her son. Anyway, she taught me how to cook a few things.”

It’s strange to see Klaus grow quiet, his sentence ending without any exclamation points or nonsensical things to make someone laugh, and sure, it’s better than the mood swings from the first days after he came back from ‘68, but it’s still odd and uncomfortably sad.

His siblings, though, aren’t aware of the shit they’re dragging up when Luther frowns, setting his fork down. “Wait. Did you just say Vietnam?”

“Who’s Dave?” asks Allison, and Five grimaces in a way that tells Diego he also knows this is not going to be a good night for Klaus.

“Right,” Klaus says, drawing out the word and pushing food around uninterested in his plate. A crease appears on his forehead as he stares down his glass, eyes unfocused. “I keep forgetting I never told you guys about the war.”

“I’m sorry, war?” Vanya coughs, choking on her soda in bewilderment. Which, Diego supposes is a fair reaction. “As in the Vietnam War?”

“That’s the one,” he snaps his fingers in her direction and points, but the cheerfulness in his gestures doesn’t reach his eyes. Klaus is always bleeding out emotions, and if his manic glee was easy to spot before, his sadness is no different, especially after everything they all went through together. “Remember that briefcase those psychos with the stupid masks were asking about? So, turns out it’s a time travel machine thingy. Sent me straight to 1968, smack dab in the middle of the war. Who woulda thunk it, huh?”

“Are you telling us that you fought in the Vietnamese War?” Allison asks so incredulous that Diego is surprised her jaw isn’t hitting the floor. She blinks, looks at Luther like she thinks Luther should say something and opens and closes her mouth a few times when he doesn’t. “Klaus, that’s– I mean, I’m so sorry, how did we miss that? Are you alright?”

“Oh, that’s because it brought me back to a few hours after I left. Very convenient, although I wouldn’t recommend it.” Klaus tries for a smile but it’s wobbly and so unconvincing, even Luther picks up on the sadness spilling at the edges. “And I am perfectly fine, it even got me to sober up!”

“So you didn’t spend much time there?” Luther mumbles his way into a question, clearing his throat.

“Ten months,” he says shortly, clipping his answer like it hurts to get the words out. Diego bets it does.

“Jesus Christ, Klaus,” Luther breathes, eyes going wide at the thought of Klaus fighting in a war in the middle of the Asian jungle, more than five decades ago. Ten months in that hellhole– Diego shudders at the thought. “Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

There’s a pause, and Diego watches as his brother sips his water with shaking fingers. His entire expression changes, softening into a gentle smile that Diego has only ever seen once before. It’s tender and fond, spelling out so much affection that leaves little room for grief. “I met someone,” he says quietly, almost to himself, and they wouldn’t have heard it if the room hadn’t gone deathly silent. “I loved him more than anything, enough to stay forever if– I loved him.”

The fact that Klaus had come back alone and his use of the past tense doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. Vanya looks sadly at him, reaching to pat his hand in comfort, and Allison lets out a little oh. “Was that Dave?” She prods, probably sensing it would be best for Klaus to unfurl his grief off his chest, lay it on the table, talk the hurt down. It might help, not that Diego would know, he prefers to keep things for himself. Sometimes it’s good to keep shit bottled up, sometimes you gotta hold on to the glass shards to remember what looking out the window felt like, even it if it cuts you. But that’s Diego. Klaus has never been like Diego when dealing with shit.

“Yeah,” Klaus nods, smiling the same little smile from before, but it’s definitely sadder now, shaky like his hands. “He was an American soldier, showed me around when I got there, and– he was the best person I’ve ever met. The kindest, the most beautiful, it was like– I never believed in God, but I could believe he was an angel. I thought, I don’t know, that we were gonna ride out the war and, I don’t know, live life? Happily ever after, the whole thing,” now that he started talking, it’s like Klaus can’t stop. The words pour out of him like rain, sizzling down the dinner table. “And we were happy, these ten months. It was hell back there but it was paradise with him, until– war is a pretty dangerous place, you know?”

Diego rests a hand on his shoulder, squeezes comfortingly, because the waver on his voice is so unlike him, they all can’t help wanting to bring back his old self. Well, fairly new old self. The one that laughs without anything else in his blood. Allison averts her eyes, looking down at the flowers embroidered on the table cloth, “I’m so sorry, Klaus. We never knew– if you ever need anything, we are here for you.”

Luther nods along, terribly uncomfortable but seems determined to stick around to show his support, and Five is looking anywhere but at Klaus when he says, “I am sorry for your loss, as well. And like Allison said, we’d like to help.”

“Thanks,” Klaus grimaces, drumming his fingers on the table nervously. Everything about it screams the overall awkwardness about the whole thing. They have never been good at this emotional, sentimental bullshit, each of them bad at it in their own special fucked up way. “I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.”

A minute ticks by before Vanya speaks quietly over the second of the clock. “Is that why you got sober? To speak with him again?”

Klaus is the one coughing now, clearing his throat before replying. “Yeah, actually. What’s the point of this little cursed power if I can’t use it for selfish reasons once in my fucking life.”

“Did it work?” She asks again, equally quiet.

This time the look that crosses his face is half anger, half grief. “Not yet,” he huffs, stabbing his food with his fork. “But I’m not giving up on him.”

“Sounds healthy,” Five comments, sounding flippant in his usual way, but Diego can hear the underlying worry. The I understand, and he bets Klaus does too. “But I left Dolores at the department store, so what do I know, right?”

“When is the last time anyone in this family ever did anything healthy?” Diego snorts, taking the opportunity to dispel the heavy air hanging over the room.

“I, uh, ate a salad last week,” Luther volunteers in a rare show of awareness.

There are weak laughs from the others, and Klaus even cracks a smile. It’s a fairly weak start, but baby steps are still steps, and Diego had expected a much worse reaction from them. In fact, he had expected Klaus not to tell them at all.

It’s nice to get a good surprise for once.

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #dave katz #klaus/dave #tua #tua fic #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfic #look an ask #hargreeves siblings tag #klaus and diego brotp tag #tua fic tag

[nancywheelxr]

Diego visiting Eudora’s (or his mom’s) grave and Luther finds him sitting there wallowing in guilt and drags him to the car where everyone else is and they go do something fun

It's really not fair that after everything, he still ends up here– alone in a graveyard, staring at her name carved in a tombstone.

Going back in time, stopping the apocalypse, having a second chance. Diego thought he had fixed this, had saved her, had gotten things right this time around but– 

Some things are meant to happen, Five said. One way or the other, it can't be changed, life finds a fucking way.

It's not fair that this is all Eudora gets.

“We’re going to get ice cream,” a voice says behind him and Diego startles, whirling around to find Luther awkwardly standing in the grass. “Klaus said you’d be here but we thought he should stay in the van.”

Right. “And you volunteered to come instead?”

“Yeah,” Luther shrugs.

“Well, I'm not interested,” he scowls, “and tell Klaus to mind his own damn business.”

“Diego,” Luther frowns, “come on, she wouldn't want this.”

“Shut up,” he hisses. How dare him– the audacity– “you don't know shit about what she would have wanted. You don't know shit about her.”

In truth, Diego knows Luther is right. It’s the same line of thinking that stopped him when he had that assassin lady in the theater. What would Eudora want?

He can almost see her, smiling.

“You're right,” Luther says and Diego hates how placating he sounds, “I don't know anything. None of us do. So why don't you come with us and tell us bout her? Everyone’s in the van, waiting for you.”

“I don't need your pity.”

“Alright.”

“And you're paying.”

“Okay.”

Diego huffs, fixing the name one last look and one last prayer before marching away with Luther in tow. Maybe talking about her would make this less terrible, would ease this ache burying itself in his chest.

At the very least, Eudora deserves to be remembered.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #tua fanfic #look an ask #diego and luther brotp #tua tag

[nancywheelxr]

Prompt the umbrella family goes to either the fair or an amusement park of some kind, but hijinks ensue. Like five being to short for the rides he wants to ride and Klaus getting lost in side one of the tunnel rides and scaring other riders.

Hey! hope you like it

When Diego spots Vanya wandering around the popcorn stand, the relief that washes over him is overwhelming.

“We have a problem,” she says as soon as he’s in hearing range.

A grimace. “So you heard Five’s bitching too?”

The way she blinks, making a face, tells Diego that no, she did not. “What?”

“Okay,” he sighs, “we have two problems.”

“What’s yours?” Vanya asks cautiously, like she’s afraid she might regret asking.

“They don’t want to let Five ride the roller coaster and he’s been yelling for ten minutes now. I just talked them out of kicking us out but it’s only a matter of time, really. You?”

“I lost Klaus in the House of Mirrors half an hour ago.”

A minute passes. They exchange a look. “Wanna switch?” Diego suggests.

Vanya smiles, relieved. “Yes, please.”

*

It starts when Klaus says he wants to go to Disneyland.

Everyone is predictably too lazy to think about a cross-country flight, and when pressed over why he’s being a stubborn little shit about it, Klaus caves and says Ben really wanted to go.

And so, because everyone is predictably too guilty and too awkward, they all compromise and decide on the Amusement Park outside town.

It’s–

Look. Diego had honestly been expecting worse, but at least he passed Allison and Luther five minutes ago and they had been spinning sensibly in a teacup, so you know. That’s two he doesn’t have to worry about.

Vanya is now in charge of wrangling Five into some semblance of order, and Diego supposes finding Klaus shouldn’t be too difficult. It’s not that big of a park.

Right?

*

Okay, Diego was a fucking fool. He should not have swapped Sibling Duty with Vanya and this is his punishment.

So far, he’s been to the Carousel, the Roller Coaster, the House of Mirrors– just in case– and the Popcorn Stand again because this place is a goddamn maze.

When he finds him, Diego is going to kill Klaus.

There are small children everywhere and the summer heat isn’t exactly helping his mood, even after he buys himself some overpriced ice cream. Look at him. He could be spinning sensibly in a teacup like Allison and Luther. A different, very far from them, teacup, but still.

Diego squints, watching a crowd of teenagers rushing out of the Haunted Tunnel, laughing way too shakily for a cheap place like this. A sliver of hope is kindled. If something weird is going on, Klaus is bound to be in the middle.

“Hey,” Diego calls, trying to sound less like a security guard and failing, “is that ride any good?”

One of the teenagers, a giggly blonde giggles and clutches her friend’s arm. “Yeah, it’s so spooky! I mean, don’t get me wrong, the makeup is definitely lame,” she shares a mean laugh with her friends, “but the blue ghost at the end was so realistic!”

Her little pals parrot her words like mindless gazelles and Diego is done with the conversation. He already learned all he could from this and his teenager-talk limit has been reached two sentences ago. Blue ghost, right. And they thought Ben was the sensible one.

The Haunted Tunnel is, in fact, lame. It tries to mimic an abandoned mine but the rocks are so obviously fake even in the low light, and the supposedly dead miners have the worst fake blood Diego has ever seen. Ketchup would have looked better. He brushes past them, earning little more than a scowl and a shrug, pushing annoying tourists out of his way.

He finds Klaus hiding behind a fake boulder, giggling and whispering at nothing. This is why they don’t have Family Holidays. Diego walks up to him, smacking the back of his head. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Diego?” He pouts, giving him an offended look before something at his left catches his attention and he grins, “okay, hold that thought. People incoming, okay, showtime.”

True enough, another group of teenagers turn a corner, laughing and clutching at each other, and Klaus squints, concentrating a ridiculous amount for the middle of a stupid park ride. His hands glow blue and suddenly Ben is faintly there, a shadow of a silhouette phasing through the wall and scaring the shit out of the teenagers.

“Ben?” Diego can’t help whispering, and Ben turns to him, smiling cheerily like he used to when they were playing hide and seek on the Academy and somehow Ben always won. “Looking good,” he says, and it mostly doesn’t sound choking.

Klaus pats his shoulder in what Diego supposes is his version of being comforting, and Ben waves before fading away again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that. Anyway. Diego was angry, he should get back to that. “Seriously? This is what you’ve been up to?”

“Hey, this is basically training,” Klaus insists, leaning against the boulder like this is completely normal, “if anything, you should be congratulating me. I made real progress today.”

“By scaring dumb teenagers?”

“By making this less lame!” He gestures around the place, “I didn’t wanna come in here first, because you know– enough ghosts for a lifetime here– but then I saw those guys and man, it’s bad. They really don’t know what blood looks like and frankly, that’s worrying.”

“Vanya was worried, you disappeared on her. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

At that, he does have the decency to look guilty. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to. We got separated in the House of Mirrors and when I found the exit, she was gone. I figured she got tired of waiting and left.”

“So you decided to come here.”

“No, first I bought a giant cotton candy. Then, I saw the fake miners and Ben had the idea of scaring clueless tourists. It’s been a busy day.”

“Unbelievable. Both of you. Let’s go,” Diego huffs, dragging him away from the path and towards the badly lit exit before another group came through. “We need to find the others before–”

“By others, I’m guessing you mean them?” Klaus points at Vanya, Five, Luther, and Allison hurrying in their direction, an angry security guard glaring at their backs.

Five reaches them first, scowling and barely giving them time to follow him, “we need to go. Now.”

“What? Why?” Diego looks between him and Vanya, who’s right behind with a giant cotton candy cloud in her hand. “What did he do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Five says, looking behind his shoulder to glare at Allison, “someone got too competitive in the Bumper Cars and caused a massive pile-up.”

Allison grimaces apologetically. “It’s not entirely my fault, the wires were kind of a mess to begin with.”

“And you were worried I was going to get us kicked out of here,” Klaus snickers, taking notice of Vanya’s ridiculously large candy. “Hey, I’ve got one of those too! Sorry for ditching you earlier, wanna share the chocolate bar some tourists dropped?”

Vanya looks at her cotton candy, then at Klaus, then at his half-melted chocolate bar. “Sure. Do you want to see if we can make chocolate-cotton candy sandwiches?”

“Absolutely. It will be like making s’mores,” he grins, and Diego exchanged a horrified look with Luther in a rare moment of camaraderie.

The Amusement Park was probably not the best choice for a family trip, but Diego figures the result wouldn’t change much, no matter where they had decided on. Still, all in all, it wasn’t so bad.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #tua fic #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfic #look an ask #hargreeves siblings tag #tua fic tag #klaus and diego brotp tag #klaus and ben brotp tag #vanya and klaus brotp

[nancywheelxr]

Can I request a fic where Diego is just really soft with Klaus from Diego’s perspective? All the siblings are witness to his squishy insides and they like lightly tease him about being a Hardass with everyone also.

hey, there! You absolutely can! I love their friendship and we all know Diego is one giant softie on the inside!

“Diego!”

Diego ignores it, climbing down the stairs, two steps at a time. Maybe if he ignores him long enough, Klaus will go away.

“Diego, wait up!”

A sharp turn to the right and Diego closes the doors behind him. It’s cold outside, it’s freezing outside, and he just knows Klaus is going to ask him to drive him somewhere because Diego is probably the only idiot he can annoy into caving.

“What are you doing?” The question comes from Allison, who’s sitting on the couch with Vanya, popcorn between them, and watching what looks like an action movie on the giant TV. “Oh, I think Klaus is looking for you.”

“No shit,” he rolls his eyes, then does a double take. “Since when do we have a TV?”

“Since I bought one yesterday,” Allison raises her eyebrow, lips quirking up in a smile, “you seriously didn’t notice?”

“No, I–”

“Oh, hey, Diego,” Luther says, pushing the door open and nearly causing Diego to stumble, “sorry, didn’t see you there. Also, I ran into Klaus just now, I think he’s looking for you?”

“Keep your damn voice down,” he scowls, quickly looking around before closing the door again, “and I know that. I think he wants me to drive him somewhere.”

“He wants to go to that Subway that opened near the library last week,” Vanya explains, pausing the movie, and Allison and Luther make ahs and ohs like that made sense, t/like hey had known all along. “He said Ben saw an ad on TV about some new sandwich.”

“How is it that Ben was watching TV before me,” Diego demands an answer from the room, pointing at the screen with one of his knives for emphasis. Because come on. “And why couldn’t any of you busybodies drive him there?”

Allison shrugs. “Maybe if you spent less time brooding.”

Newly seated on one of the armchairs, Luther nods. “That’s exactly why we needed a TV.”

With a not really apologetic grimace, Vanya apologizes, “I don’t have a car. None of us do.”

“All of you told him to ask me, didn’t you?” Three very guilty heads nod in unison. “Unbelievable. Five people over the age of sixteen with a shitload of money and I’m the only one with a working car?”

“I had a rental,” says Allison, “but I’m still looking to buy one.”

Luther raises his hand. “I didn’t have time to look for one.”

There’s a minute of silence and they all look at Vanya for her excuse. She bites her lip, fidgeting in her seat. “Oh, I just didn’t want one.”

Allison snorts and presses play again on the movie, clearly considering their conversation over, but before Diego could tell her that no, this isn’t over yet, when are they all planning on getting their shit together, the doors burst open and this time he does stumble.

“Diego,” Klaus calls, as if Diego wasn’t already right in front of him, and someone should really sit him down and talk about using his inside voice. “I was looking for you. We need to go to that Subway near the library, Ben says they have a new special, limited time only, come on.”

“We don’t need to go anywhere,” Diego snaps, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees the TV freezing again and Allison passing Luther the popcorn bowl. “You need to get your damn license or call an Uber.”

“But Diego,” he whines, draping himself on an unoccupied couch, which, by the way, Diego doesn’t remember being there the last time he was in this room. What the fuck is going on in this house? “You have a perfectly good car for that. And do you really trust me behind a wheel in this city?”

Diego, who still remembers the ride on the ice cream truck, shudders. No, he absolutely doesn’t trust Klaus with any sort of vehicle. In fact, he wouldn’t trust Klaus to drive a bike. “Still not happening.”

“Hey, can you guys bring me one of their cookies?” Vanya asks, already looking for her wallet.

“Sure. The chocolate chips one?” Klaus sits up, reaching for the offered money and ignoring Diego scowling darkly at their exchange.

“I’m not going out in this weather,” Diego announces, kicking the leg of the couch to get his attention and watching with shameless satisfaction as Klaus loses his balance as has to grip the cushions not to fall.

He glares, “so you want me to walk there in this cold, cold unforgiving winter? What kinda big brother are you, Diego?”

“We’re the same age. We are all the same age.”

And then. Goddamnit. And then, Klaus’ face falls a little like it always does when he’s thinking about fucking Vietnam, and it’s Klaus, everything about him is loud, even his sadness. “Actually, now that I think about it, I’m older than the lot of you– except dear, grumpy Five, of course,” he says with a fucking fake grin that’s fooling absolutely no one, besides maybe Luther because Luther is an idiot. “So my bad, I guess, “ he adds with a flourish.

Goddamnit. Diego sighs. It’s not as if he can say no now! Fucking hell. He heaves the most long-suffering sigh he can manage before smacking him in the arm. “Get the fuck up, then. I don’t have all day.”

Klaus blinks up at him, frowning, “what?”

“Do you want your stupid sandwich or not?”

“Really?” He scrambles up, and his new smile looks a lot more like his usual one, and this particular crisis seems successfully averted. Diego refuses to smile back; it’s the principle of it all. “Let’s go then, before they eat all of Vanya’s cookies.”

Klaus makes for the front door, but Diego grabs him by the back of his shirt, dragging him back. “Not so fast. What part of it’s fucking freezing outside didn’t you understand? Go find a damn coat because I’m not hearing you whine about the cold later.”

“Fine, mom,” he huffs, whirling around in the direction of the stairs, hissing something too low for them to pick up.

In the silence that follows, Diego steels himself for the inevitable mockery. Allison is watching him with a way too amused grin. So is Luther. Vanya is the only one with the decency to at least pretend that she’s not entertained by this, and he would forgive her if she hadn’t asked for the cookies like she knew all along Diego would cave.

“Not a word,” he grits out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Didn’t say anything,” Luther raises his hands defensively, still grinning.

“Yes, Diego,” Allison says, too sweet for it to be anything good, “don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone you’re a big softie.”

“I hate all of you,” he gestures them with a knife.

Vanya coughs, sounding suspiciously like a laugh. “Of course you do,” she tells him infuriatingly placating. See if he brings her any cookies.

“I’m leaving now,” he scowls, picking up his keys from his pocket as he goes, more than glad to leave this nightmare mansion. And if he waits, idling on the curb long enough for Klaus to burst out of the house, ridiculous coat now on, well. Diego did promise to drive him to the fucking Subway near the library, didn’t he?

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #diego hargreeves #tua #tua fic #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #look an ask #klaus and diego brotp tag #vanya and allison brotp #hargreeves siblings tag #tua fic tag

[nancywheelxr]

24 with UA five? I feel like five would drink vodka at 2 am

Anon, you are right and you should say it! Hope you like this one!

24. “It’s six o��clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

Every time Klaus walks into the kitchen, there’s a certain level of weirdness that he’s learned to expect. Like, the bar is really low for a normal day.

But Five brandishing a bottle of vodka while Diego chases him around the table definitely tops anything he could have imagined.

“Are you seeing this?” He asks Ben because he’s still not sure this isn’t a hallucination.

“Unfortunately,” Ben replies, blankly watching as Five throws a toast at Diego, apparently forgetting that he can, in fact, teleport out of the room and shake Diego off his tail. “You should intervene.”

“I feel like I should,” Klaus agrees, leaning on the doorway and yawning. In front of him, Diego now has thrown a slice of bacon in retaliation, hitting Five smack in the face and causing him to call out that’s cheating! in the most indignant voice his teenage body could muster. It sounds more like a disgruntled kitten, but Klaus politely refrains from pointing that out. “But then again, who am I to stop such an entertaining morning?”

“A responsible person that knows better than to let this escalate out of control?”

For a whole minute, Klaus stares at him in silence, letting that sentence hang in the air, struggling to keep a serious face, until they both can’t help bursting into laughter. “You wish!”

“What’s going on?” It’s Allison that asks, squinting at the chaos unfolding in front of her and sleepily rubbing her eyes. She stops beside Klaus, warily raising her eyebrows.

“I think Diego is going to kill Five with our breakfast,” he says, gesturing the ongoing bacon battle. “Or Five is going to finally snap and kill Diego with our breakfast. Could go either way, to be honest.”

Allison blinks, apparently still half-asleep and not completely able to process the scene or his words, because she only nods, shrugging, and leans on Klaus, her tied-up hair tickling his nose. “Wake me up when it’s safe to eat.”

Klaus looks at Ben, then back down at Allison. “Did she seriously go back to sleep?”

“I guess? Must be the jetlag, man,” he shrugs too, turning back to the kitchen. “Hey, ten bucks says Five wins.”

“You don’t have any money.”

“I know, but it’s the spirit that counts.”

“You are ridiculous and I raise you to twenty on Diego,” Klaus says, before poking Allison beside him, “hey, Allison, wanna bet on them?”

She blinks sleepily at him, frowns, and for a second he thinks there’s a lecture coming, but she only yawns, says, “twenty bucks on Diego,” before deciding the couch is a better place to sleep than standing up.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka,” screams Diego, throwing a handful of cereal at Five.

“Watch me,” screams back Five, uncapping the bottle under a rain of cheerios.

“That’s my cereal,” complains Klaus, going ignored by the others.

“I could buy so many things with forty bucks,” cheerfully comments Ben.

*

Vanya is the next down for breakfast, stopping at the doorway beside Klaus and declining when he offers her the box of Cheerios he rescued from the kitchen floor and had been eating like popcorn. “What’s– why– what’s happening?”

“Five wants an Irish coffee and that offends Diego’s sensibilities,” he recounts.

“That’s just a bottle of vodka in his hand,” she points out.

“Yeah, it offends my sensibilities too,” Klaus says through a mouthful of dry cereal, and Ben shakes his head from where he’s sitting on the floor. “But hey, we’ve got a bet going. Do you want in?”

She tilts her head, watching Five and Diego scream at each other across the table, the still full bottle of vodka being waved around like a sword. “Ten dollars says Five wins.”

“I’d say good luck, but I sincerely hope you lose.”

*

Luther is the last down, and he stops at the door looking down judgingly first at Klaus and Vanya sitting in the middle of the doorway and eating cereal out of the box, and then finally at Five and Diego still arguing and throwing uncooked bacon around like homemade bombs.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“Diego is trying to stop Five from having vodka as breakfast,” Klaus tells him, allowing Vanya to stuff cheerios on her mouth and avoid talking with Luther. “It’s all very entertaining and we’ve got a bet going on. Do you want in?”

Luther pauses, looking at him like he’s grown a second head, and considering he’s checked in the mirror before coming down for breakfast, Klaus is pretty sure that means Luther isn’t ready to deal with shenanigans yet.

It is pretty early, he supposes.

He opens his mouth, but Klaus recognizes the frowny look on his face and beats him to it. “If you don’t want to bet, then please save the lecture for the two insane people raiding our kitchen?”

After another minute of silence, Luther shakes his head, deflating. “Fine. Put me down as twenty on Five winning,” he tells Klaus and marches out of the kitchen, joining Allison on going back to sleep in the living room.

“So, how does it feel agreeing with Luther?” He asks Vanya once they’re out of earshot.

She glances up at him with theatrically horrified eyes. “Terrible. Can I change my bet?”

“Yes, and I’m sure Five will be devastated to know.”

*

In the end, no one wins the bet.

Mainly, because as it turns out, the bottle Five had been running around with had been a very old bottle form their father liquor cabinet. More importantly, a very old bottle that had been around since they were teenagers.

Even more specifically, one of the bottles that Klaus had definitely emptied when he was fifteen and filled back with water hoping no one would notice. In hindsight, he’s pretty sure both Dad and Pogo absolutely knew about the swap, and Klaus never got around to buying a new one to replace it, and besides, if he was gonna replace every single bottle he nicked from their liquor cabinet, well.

He’s turning a new page, and that’s what matters.

But both Five and Diego don’t seem to appreciate the sentiment as they chase Klaus around the living room after Five tried to chug the bottle and choked on stale water.

Honestly, it’s not even seven in the morning and there’s already upturned furniture in several rooms. This is why they have to buy things at IKEA and not the nice furniture stores, but Klaus refuses to be the one table shopping this time.

Somewhere, he hears Ben laughing and cheering Diego on.

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #tua #tua fic #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfic #tua fic tag #klaus and ben brotp tag #vanya and klaus brotp #hargreeves siblings tag

[nancywheelxr]

Luther protecting Diego (maybe pushing him out of the way of a bullet) and getting hurt and Diego has a crisis because how the hell is he supposed to react to his least favorite sibling willingly getting hurt for him

It was supposed to be just another mission, just a quick in and out job– a bank robbery, come on, that’s like, they’re turf, they’ve been stopping those since they were kids.

It makes– nothing makes sense anymore. The robber, the gun, Luther shoving him aside, it’s. This can’t be happening.

“Hey, asshole,” he grits his teeth, applying pressure to where blood is oozing from Luther’s shoulder. At least it was the shoulder, that’s not– people don’t die from being shot there, he ho– thinks. “Stay awake, Allison and Five are rounding up the rest of them, Klaus is bringing the car around. It’ll be fine.”

“I’m fine,” Luther says, frowning at his hands. They’re bloody and he looks at them uncomprehendingly. “I’m bleeding?”

“Yeah, you are, big guy,” Diego curses in his head, wonders who the fuck let Klaus and Vanya go get the car, “but it’s okay. We’re getting you home and Mom’s gonna stitch you up.”

Luther nods and works on calming down, and Diego is left pressing down at a wound that keeps bleeding and think about the fact that bullet was meant for him.

And it’s Luther, who’s an asshole half the time and who Diego just can’t stand for long periods of time. They have at least three fights every day, they had been screaming at each other on the way here, Diego is–

He’s fucking worried, is what he is, because yeah, half the time he wants to murder Luther, but look, he’s still his brother. No one else is supposed to hurt him.

“Why did you do it?” He asks, because that too is something he can’t figure out, can’t wrap his head around it. He keeps replaying it on his head, but– it makes no sense.

“What?” Luther stares, confused. He is suffering from blood loss, so Diego’s gonna give him a break there.

“You took the bullet for me. Why?”

If anything, Luther looks even more confused. “What are you talking about? You’re my brother, of course I shoved you out the way.”

And that’s.

Diego doesn’t know why he hadn’t considered that, he would’ve done the same. No, he knows why, it’s because it’s Luther and Diego is always expecting the worst from him. The same Luther who’s now bleeding on his hands because he took a bullet for Diego.

It’s– where’s the goddamn car?

It’s fine, really. Luther’s a bastard and he survived worst and his injury isn’t that bad anyway. Diego is worrying because he’s a worrier, but he knows his brother is going to be just fine, back to annoying the shit out of him. And maybe, after this, Diego might cut him some slack, he owes the guy after all.

Outside, a car screeches and someone screams. Yeah, their car is probably there.

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(Hello I’m not sure if my ask went through the first time I clicked away by accident if it already went through just ignore this) Diego pretending he’s okay but he’s physically or emotionally in pain and Luther sees right through his facade

There are few things Diego hates most than talk about his feelings, but talk about his feelings with Luther takes the winning seat.

Which is why when Luther corners him in the kitchen in one of his bad days– it’s one of those days where Eudora is all he can think about, when he picks up his phone to call her only to have a mountain dropped on his shoulders when he remembers he won’t even get her voice mail ‘cause Dora is dead and her mother has already canceled her phone line– Diego sighs, and puts on his best blank face.

“Hey, you okay?” Luther asks, rooting around the cabinets for a glass, “because you’re looking a bit, uh.”

“Fine,” he grunts, holds his tongue for the thousand other things he’d rather say, “just tired.”

Luther pauses. Turning to him slowly, “it’s only eight in the morning?”

Shit. “Yeah? And what time do you think I went to sleep last night, smart pants?”

At the very least sassing Luther is something that comes easy to him and never fails to derail any subject. 

As predicted, Luther falls silent, probably sulking in the corner, and Diego goes back to staring at his coffee and pretending his life isn’t shit right now and his heart isn’t buried six feet under in a grave he hasn’t even gone to visit yet.

What isn’t as predicted is the way Luther takes the sit across him on the table ten minutes later and slides a mug towards him. Diego frowns at the mug, sniffing the hot chocolate, then glances up at his brother. “What’s this?”

“Poison,” says Luther.

Diego only raises his eyebrows.

Predictably, Luther cracks. “It was a joke, I was joking, it’s not– it’s just hot chocolate,” he stumbles to explain, kind of shrinking into himself, “I can sip it, if you want, to prove it’s not–”

“Relax,” he waves him off, chuckling, and takes a healthy gulp of the chocolate. Damn, it’s actually good. “But my question is– why?”

Luther looks away, “well, you looked… tired,” he says it like that, too, like he knows Diego’s problem has nothing to do with late hours, “and I remember Mom used to make you hot chocolate when you were upset.”

Well, shit. Not exactly what Diego had been expected. But then again, Luther has his own glass of apple juice and he’s standing up; he’s not going to force Diego into talking about his feelings. That’s.

That’s almost nice.

“So,” Luther says, fidgeting a little, “you’ll figure it out, it’ll be okay, whatever it is you’re tired about.”

And with that, he leaves, Diego staring after him. Sometimes, people can surprise you, he figures, even when that person is Luther. He was right, too. Mom always made him hot chocolate when he was upset, and while this isn’t nowhere near as good as hers, it’s still– it’s nice;

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Hi, I just read your fic where Klaus saves Five from getting shot, and I was hoping you would pretty please make a follow up? I loved that one, but I don't want him to die! (P.S. You are such a great writer!)

Hey there, thank you so much! And you know what? I couldn’t resist writing the aftermath! ( this is a continuation from this fic. )

Five hates everything about this hospital.

From the white walls and white floors and white tiles, the smell of chemicals antiseptic, to the uncomfortable plastic chair he’s sitting in.

And, if he’s being honest, if he’s willing to let light shine through the cracks on the box he locked the memories of the apocalypse in and stored at the farthest corner of his mind, Five would have to admit that the sight of Klaus lying so still and pale in this hospital bed reminds him too much of the dirty corpse he found in the debris of the academy. Sometimes, he blinks and dust floats down from the ceiling, and when Five looks back down, Klaus is dusty and bleeding, pinned under a collapsed wall, and Five has to force himself to breathe slowly until reality shifts back.

The room is crowded, too small to fit all five of them, and both Luther and Diego hang back, leaning against the wall in that brooding way of theirs. It doesn’t take a genius to read the guilt and self-accusation written all over their faces, in the way their lips are pressed in tight, flat lines, and while Diego fiddles with a knife, Luther is perpetually frowning, arms crossed and hunched over himself.

Allison and Vanya huddle together, twin chairs by the bed, gripping each other’s hand like a lifeline, as if their white-knuckles might jumpstart Klaus’ recovery, as if slacking their grip might disrupt the steady beeping of the machines hooked to his heartbeat.

He also likes to think that even though Klaus is still asleep, Ben is there, watching and waiting with them. There’s something comforting in the thought of the seven of them together in the room.

Not that they were supposed to need any extra comfort, sugar coating pills, because the doctor has already stopped by and assured them patiently that Klaus should be fine, the surgery was a success, his recovery is coming along nicely, and he should wake up as the anesthetic wears off.

Still, they wait with heavy hearts and storms on their lungs.

Until, as if on cue, Klaus coughs, eyes fluttering open, and Allison rushes to keep him from sitting up, pushing gently at his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” she says soothingly, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “you’re in the hospital, it’s gonna be fine. We’re here.”

It’s not one of her rumors, but it eases Klaus out of struggling all the same.

“What,” he tries, but his face scrunches up in pain and his voice is brittle at the edges.

“You got shot,” Diego explains gruffly, pushing off the wall and approaching the bed. “Like an idiot.”

“How are you feeling?” asks Vanya, giving his hand a squeeze and smiling encouragingly.

“Like shit,” Klaus mumbles, closing his eyes. There’s nothing particularly tiring about the act, but something about how Klaus’ lips quirk down and he exhales shakily that simply give off a deep-seated wariness, almost disappointed.

Five files that away under things to worry about after they left the hospital.

“That’s what getting shot does to you,” Diego scowls, his expression souring even further when Luther comes closer, patting Klaus awkwardly in his sheet-covered knee.

“But you’ll be just fine,” Luther adds helpfully, speaking with a fake cheerfulness that’s just pathetic. Five nearly gags at the display.

Klaus doesn’t answer, only looks placidly at them, frowning slightly. The anesthetic and the sedatives are probably still cycling through his system, not fully gone yet.

“Well,” Allison says, standing up. She presses a kiss to Klaus’ forehead, smiles. “We’re going to get some coffee in the cafeteria. We’ll be right back, alright?”

She waits patiently until Klaus blinks, and offers a wobbly smile back, says weakly okay. Then, she leaves with Vanya in tow, quietly slipping out of the room.

“Someone should go tell the doctor he’s awake,” Luther clears his throat, half raising his hand, tries again. “I’m going to call the doctor.”

“Yeah, we are going to call the doctor,” Diego glares at him, hesitating a second before lightly punching Klaus’ shoulder and hurrying to be the first one through the door.

Which leaves Five alone with Klaus.

In the first couple of minutes, there’s a blissful silence that he pretends to enjoy, even if it’s terribly jarring not to hear Klaus blabbing some nonsense without pausing to breathe, but then Klaus’ gaze falls to the IV on his arm, following the tubes up to the bag, and his eyes widen like the thought only now occurred to him. He shakes Five’s arm urgently. “They–  I can’t–”

Oh, right. Five extricates himself from his grip, doing his best to calm his brother down. “Don’t worry, we explained your situation to the doctor. It’s non-opioid painkillers, which is why you’re still feeling like shit.” It’s not a perfect solution, surgery pain isn’t exactly the kind of thing ibuprofen solves, and if it gets too much, they’ll have to switch, but for now, it’s better than tempting fate. “And Diego is in charge of your medication,” he adds, figuring honesty is the best way to go about it.

“Great,” Klaus mutters, affecting an offended voice, though Five can hear the true relief underneath it all. “Almost die and can’t even get the good stuff.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been an idiot,” he shoots back, crossing his arms and hating how infuriatingly childish he feels in the ridiculous hospital chair.

“I saved you, so you’re welcome, by the way,” Klaus rolls his eyes, pulling a face and closing his eyes again.

“Like an idiot, jumping in front of the gun,” Five scoffs, getting to his feet. There’s a jug of water in the bedside table, and he pours a glass, offering it to his moron of a brother. “Here, it should help your throat.”

He has to help Klaus drink it, holding the glass to his lips, careful not to spill on the bed, but he eventually convinces him to empty it.

“Do you want me to turn the TV on?” He asks reluctantly, setting the glass back on the bedside table and opening and closing the drawer with a little more force than necessary to pick the remote when Klaus nods. Flipping through the channels, they compromise by settling on a low-budget, cheesy rom-com movie that makes Five genuinely nauseous and slightly homesick from Dolores.

It’s only when he hears Luther and Diego arguing their way back from the end of the hall that he sighs wearily, leaning back on his chair, and says quietly, “thank you.”

Klaus smiles, head lolling to the side to look at him. “No problem, kiddo.”

The nickname still pisses him off, but Five refrains from hitting his brother while he’s still recovering. There’ll be plenty of time to plot his payback after, and that alone is enough of a comforting thought.

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