TASTER: Addiction - Diego Hargreeves x Reader
He likes you he realises as the two of you sit in an overnight diner, sharing breakfast as the sun comes up. He likes the fact that you make him laugh, that you gesture manically with your hands when you speak, that you lean in close when you tell him one of your stories. He can still smell your perfume on his skin when he heads back to his bunk.
Addiction - Coming Out: Friday 26th May
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I think the biggest tragedy about Diego is how close he was to having a normal life.
The majority of the other siblings (with the possible exception of Allison, although the more we learn about the scope of her powers, the more unlikely I think it is) were probably never going to have anything approaching normalcy, no matter where they ended up. Luther was always going to be incredibly strong. Klaus was always going to see the dead. Five would always be able to manipulate space and time, Ben would always have something monstrous just beneath his skin, Viktor would have been incredibly powerful, if unsuppressed by Reginald. None of that equates to normalcy. It doesn’t make the abuse they suffered from Reginald any less tragic, but it ensures that, by and large, their powers would have made them recognizably different from others, no matter where they ended up, in a way that would have interfered with them living a normal life.
And then there’s Diego. Diego, who came so close to being someone’s unusual story—this guy they knew once who could stay underwater for longer than anyone you’ve ever seen, and who won his beer money every weekend because he’s never once lost a game of darts. Casually weird, but not unbelievably so. Just a guy with some odd quirks. “My mom had one of those cryptid pregnancies,” he said once. Someone laughed at him, said, “I think they’re called cryptic.” “Yeah, whatever.” No one questioned it.
I dunno. I think about it a lot.
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Imagine Being Diego Hargreeves Teenage Daughter & Finding Out About Your (Alleged) Brother, Stanley...
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You were currently sitting at one of the many wooden table in the lobby of the Hotel Obsidian with your father, and uncles, Klaus, Luther and Five. Five was ranting about something to do with doppelgangers, at least you thought. To be honest, you didn't care as the matter didn't concern you all that much- as far as you knew. That's when your dad suddenly had a look of confusion and shock upon his features and, before anyone could question him or his odd behaviour, he fled from his seat and hurriedly dashed from the room.. Bewilderment evidently took over your features, what on earth has caused your dad to go from a state of calm and conteness to one of fluster and panic? Your uncles paid no mind to it, listening intently to Five and his ramblings.
Soon after everyone departed, going off to do whatever they wished, you took off in search of your father. You shuffled awkwardly out of your seat and followed the same way Diego had gone fifteen minutes ago, give or take. Finally the elevator doors slid open to reveal both a familiar and an unfamiliar face. One being your dad, pale and perplexed, the other being a child, seemingly around 12. The ping! of the elevator door alerted Diego and the boy of your presence and they turned to look at you. The boy's face contorted into a grimace, appearing to be disgusted by your presence, whilst your dad's remained the same.
"Uhm... Dad? Who's the.. uh.. kid?" you enquired.
" (Y/N), this is... your brother, Stanley." he hesitantly replied.
A look of horror flashed across your face, in your midst of shock you call out,
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"
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"Christ... what a dump.." Stanley murmured grumpily while the two of you scooped the mediocre hotel food onto your porcelain plates, you gave him a quick glance of annoyance before moving on.
"That little delinquent is your son?!" Your uncle Klaus wheezes out, amusement laced into his voice.
"Allegedly, my son." your father chimed in, hastily correcting your giggling uncle.
"Oh, is that what you said about me as well?" you called out, overhearing their little exchange. You moved to sit beside the two whilst Stanley sat by himself, wasting no time in stuffing his face.
"No, you were different!" he huffed "I knew you were my daughter!" You raised your eyebrow quizzically, questioning how he knew this for definite. Catching on rather speedily he murmured,
"I did a DNA test when you were little, I don't know how on earth I'd get a test ,that determines whether or not that little shit is my son, right now."
Seemingly out of nowhere, your Uncle Five appeared. He had somehow known about your fathers (alleged) and had a rather significant query relating to the situation.
"Wait- who's.. who's the mother..?"
"Lila.'" your father deadpanned, you proceeding to a spit take.
"THE CRAZY BITCH WHO LITERALLY TRIED TO DECIMATE OUR WHOLE FAMILY BARELY TWENTY-FOUR AGO?" you were only met with an eye roll from your father and a mutter of agreement from Klaus.
"Lila's here?!" Five exclaimed, ignoring the scene you had just created.
"Was," your dad replied, once again having to correct one of his brothers "she dropped him off in my lap last night then bolted."
"Again, is that how you described me?"
Your father, once again, ignored you and you stood up, becoming bored with the conversation, joining the preteen boy at his table. He looked you up and down before returning to his food. You began a lousy, disengaging conversation with the boy.
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"OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" you cried out, exasperated.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, the heck is going on here?" your dad said, stepping between you and Stanley, grabbing both of your wrists. Big mistake. The two of you simultaneously began screeching over each other, having wildly different explanations for the current situation. Your voice eventually powered over Stanley's voice and your father was able to grasp a simple explanation of the outburst.
"He stole my favourite shirt!!"
Oh god, this was only the start of the sibling drama...
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