#me at any given moment: So What's Up With Heaven (TUA) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

justallamaimaginingthings · 4 years

Text

Angel {Klaus Hargreeves x Reader}

A/n: I SWEAR this started with the pure intention of fluffiness. My hand slipped, I guess *wink*. Btw, even though this is the original version, I’d be more than happy to change it up a little so it can become gender neutral or about a male reader if anyone’s interested, so don’t hesitate to message me about it. Enjoy 💘💘

Warnings: Slight smut

Words: 1990ish II TUA Masterlist

Walking down the street, Y/n couldn’t help leaning closer to Klaus so that their shoulders were touching as he placed and arm around her waist, enjoying the feeling of finally having her by his side. After a whole year without any sign of her or anyone else, he had almost given up all hope of ever seeing her again, unaware that for the first time life was on his side. And here they were, walking together back to the place Klaus had come to call home.

"So is your cult going to be there?" She asked teasingly making him roll his eyes at her.

"For the last time, it's not that much of a cult really, more of a spiritual community" He defended himself but still he was unable to hold back a chuckle upon seeing the incredulous look she was giving him.

"Allison said it's a cult and I believe her" She insisted

"You'd take Allison's word over mine? I'm hurt, love" He replied, making an exaggerated motion of placing a hand over his heart like he was in physical pain. If there was one word she could use to describe Klaus that was extra. However, she had come to love his quirky, overly dramatic reactions just as much as she loved him and she simply adored teasing him. No matter how much he pretended to be annoyed, Klaus wouldn’t change their little fake fights for the world. Every time he made her laugh he could feel his chest swelling with pride and her smile was all the reward he needed, making his heart skip a bit and his heart flood with affection.

To say she had missed her would be an understatement. There hadn’t been a single day during the last three years that he hadn’t thought about her. Mornings were the worst and everyday he'd find himself instinctively reach for her across the bed only to be met by empty sheets as the weight on his chest returned to crush him. Sometimes he would dream of her, dream of holding her and kissing her senseless or making love to her until dawn before they fell asleep in each other's arms. Those mornings it became even more difficult for him to carry on, sobriety only adding to his struggles, but somehow he managed to pull through and it was worth it.

"What if I find a way to make it up to you later?" She asked in a suggestive tone as she turned around so that she stood right in front of him, right before lacing her hands around his shoulders. Her fingers found his curly locks and gently brushed through them, eliciting a satisfied hum from his lips. He wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her closer as his grip on her tightened, the thought about what was to follow already having an effect on him.

"I'm really offended, I doubt there's any way to get passed that" He played along but the breathlessness of his tone gave him away. She smirked at him right before checking around for other passengers, but luckily the small street was completely empty and the last rays of sunshine left little to no light to reach the alley. She took a step forward causing him to move backwards until he was leaning against the wall and pulling her with him.

The moment her lips made contact with his jaw, he knew he was done for. She started leaving soft kisses that turned more intense as she made her way down the column of his neck, gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. Klaus tried -and failed- to hold back a moan when she gently bit down on his collarbone and she smirked, loving the way his body seemed to respond even to the lightest touch. Leaning back to look at him, her breath caught in her throat. He looked positively wrecked, face flushed, pupils dilated and lips parted in desire.

"I'll think of something" She whispered and he could feel her lips brush against his, sending a shiver down his spine. The loose shirt he was wearing allowed her fingers to roam around his chest while his hands moved from her waist to the small of her back and ended up gripping her hips so tightly it would leave a bruise. He leaned in for another kiss, channeling all his feelings into it and it was her turn to sigh when he licked her bottom lip as if asking for permission which she happily granted. He tangled his hand in her hair as their tongues fought for dominance. Slowly, her hand made its way down to the front of his pants, palming his straining erection.

"Love, if you keep this up we won’t make it back home" He whispered hoarsely wrapping his hand around her wrist. Truth was it would be far from the first time they'd get it on in a public space and both of them clearly enjoyed the thrill of perhaps getting caught, but that time was different. They had gotten back together two days ago, after spending three years apart. Klaus wanted to show her just how much he'd missed her during that time and a quickie in a dark alley was no way to do that, no matter how bad he wanted her. He didn’t have to say another word; she could tell what he was thinking from the look her was giving her.

Instead of replying, she placed a soft kiss on his lips before taking hold of his hand and lacing their fingers together. "Lead the way, then" She told him, an affectionate smile gracing her features and for yet another time Klaus wondered how he had gotten so lucky. He had to put on an effort not to get carried away once again, before he pushed himself off the wall and continued walking. They made their way towards the mansion, exchanging funny stories from the time they spent away from each other and laughing. By the time they reached their destination, the sun had set and night had fallen.

"Welcome home" Klaus declared as they turned down the last corner. Her eyes blew wide in surprise caused by the awe inspiring sight in front of her. The large garden was filled with all types of lanterns and lamps making it look almost magical, while a crowd of people, the cult's members she assumed, was marching around doing this and that. In the centre of the garden laid a huge white building accompanied by what appeared to be an equally huge pool.

"You live here?" She exclaimed turning to look at Klaus who couldn’t hide his amusement at her shocked reaction. "How??"

"Well, you know… Dicks, drugs, debutantes, my holy trinity" He replied casually making her laugh and playfully hit his arm.

"It’s beautiful" She noted in a more serious tone.

"Yeah" He agreed and if she wasn't so preoccupied by her surroundings, she would have noticed him staring at her with an expression of pure admiration. The way the light hit her face made her features pop out and he could easily lose himself in her sparkling eyes. He was about to say something when a group of his followers who were passing right in front of them suddenly stopped having seemingly frozen on their tracks. They looked at her with a shocked expression before falling on their knees and bowing down. It even took Klaus a moment to realize what was happening while the cult members spoke in one voice.

"But what is the use of trying when all you get is pain? When I wanted sunshine, I got rain and then I saw her face. Now I'm a believer without a trace of doubt in my mind" They chanted and she swore she had heard those words before. Realizing they were all looking at her in complete awe and a little bit of fear she turned to him for explanation.

"Klaus, I didn’t expect to say that in my life but why is your cult reciting Smash Mouth at me?" She asked with visible confusion.

"Yeah, well you see…" He tumbled over his words, avoiding looking at her as if he was embarrassed by what was going on "I may have told them you’re an angel send from heaven" He said in one breath, thankful for the fact that the poor lighting helped cover his blushing face.

"They think I'm a what now?" She repeated, thinking she must have heard something wrong, even though with Klaus nothing was too farfetched.

"An angel" He repeated quietly. She didn't have enough time to react to this revelation because a member of the group hesitantly spoke up.

"Prophet does the arrival of heaven's angel mean the apocalypse is prevented?" A bald man around his 30s asked in a small voice, afraid to interrupt the conversation of what he believed were two god blessed celestial beings.

"What?" Both Y/n and Klaus asked at the same time, almost having forgotten they were in the presence of others.

"Will we be brought eternal peace?"

"Is this the end of all wars?"

"Can you give us some advice from heavens?"

Questions kept flowing and soon the voices all blended together in an incomprehensible noise. Klaus took her hand and started running towards his room in a futile attempt to escape the increasingly large crowd only for it to chase them down the garden. When they reached the door, he shot her a helpless look and she couldn’t help rolling her eyes at him and the mess he had created.

"I'm sure you all have many questions, but the Prophet needs to medicate before he can bring you the enlightenment you seek" She said in the best authoritative voice she could muster, surprised by the fact that by the time she was done talking the crowd had already started to disperse seemingly having listened to her.

Turning around, she followed Klaus into the room, closing the door behind her so that the two of them could actually get some much needed privacy. She was about to ask him how he managed to control all those people, but didn’t even have a chance to talk because by the moment the door was shut close he had pushed her against the wall and captured her lips in a sweet passionate kiss. His thumb softly caressed her cheekbone and she melted under his touch. The way his lips moved against hers, drinking her in as if she's air and he's drowning, was enough to drive her crazy and a whine of complaint escaped her when he pulled away much too soon for her liking.

"Now, now love, I believe some making up was promised" He said in a husky tone that made her heart skip a bit. There were no words to describe how much he had missed her or how deep his affections ran but frankly he didn’t have to talk. He could just show her and show her he did. The two lovers spent the rest of the night under the sheets, making up for the lost time while the room filled with the sound of moans and muffled whispers. The morning found them curled up in each other's arms, exchanging loving words and soft caresses and for the first time in a long while everything was okay.

#tua #tua klaus #tua x reader #tua x you #tua imagine #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves imagine

334 notes · View notes

winter-came · 3 years

Text

okay, Sleeping at last exists, and they produced songs that are titled with numbers. (you know where i am going). and because I am obssesed with TUA, of course I saw possibility. I picked out lyrics out of each song that,in my opinion, do fit quite well with the characters.

One (Luther) -> I, I want to sing a song worth singing, I'll write an anthem worth repeating I, I want to feel the transformation, A melody of reformation, The list goes on forever, Of all the ways I could be better, in my mind, As if I could earn God's favour, given time, Or at least congratulations, Now, I have learned my lesson, The price of this so called perfection is everything, I've spent my whole life searching desperately, To find out that grace requires nothing of me

Two (Diego) -> my note: this one is sweet one but i still think it fits because we all know that Diego is big softie under all of his attitude. -> Tell me, is something wrong? If something's wrong, you can count on me, You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat, I will love you with every single thing I have, Like a tidal wave, I'll make a mess or calm waters, if that serves you best, I will love you without any strings attached, You can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest, And maybe one day I will get around to fixing myself too, I don't even know where to start, Already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart, I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well, I just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself

Three (Allison) -> my note: this is basically entire song, sorry -> Maybe I've done enough, And your golden child grew up, Maybe this trophy isn't real love, And with or without it I'm good enough, And I finally see myself, Through the eyes of no one else, It's so exhausting on this silver screen, Where I play the role of anyone but me, And I finally see myself, Unabridged and overwhelmed, A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell, But I'm slowly learning how to break this spell, And I finally see myself, Now I only want what's real, To let my heart feel what it feels, Gold, silver, or bronze hold no value here, Where work and rest are equally revered, I only want what's real, I set aside the highlight reel, And leave my greatest failures on display with an asterisk, Worthy of love anyway

Four (Klaus) -> I'm turning out the lights, To remember how to see, Until a renaissance takes place, And resuscitates the color of paint and divinity, Bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust, For a moment we get to be glorious, Maybe my heart needs to break to be sure, One day I'll wear it all on my sleeve, But I've fallen in love with a ghost, I lost my balance when I needed it most, And this blurry photograph is proof, Who, what I'm not sure, but it feels like truth, I'm stuck swimming in shadows down here, It's been forever, since I came up for air

Five (Five) -> this was the first one i stumbled upon and here we are -> I want to watch the universe expand, I want to break it into pieces small enough to understand, And put it all back together again, It feels like an out of body experience, But something gets lost from a safe distance, Now I can't put my mind to rest, And I can't help but second guess, A white flag waves in the dark between my head and my heart, My armor falls apart, As if I could let myself be seen, even deeply known, Like I was already brave enough to let go, And now I want to generously lose this energy, That I've been hanging onto so desperately, I finally feel the universe expand, It's hidden in heartbeats, Exhales and in the hope of open hands

Six (Ben) -> my note: Also almost entire thing, but I couldn't help it. And the whole time I imagined THAT scene with him and vanya soo don't do that :) -> I had the most vivid dream, My feet had left the ground, I was floating to heaven, But I could only look down, My mind was heavy, Running ragged with worst case scenarios, Emergency exits and the distance below, I woke up so worried that the angels let go, Oh God I'm so tired of being afraid, What would it feel like to put this baggage down? If I'm being honest, I'm not sure I'd know how, I want to believe, No, I choose to believe that I was made to become a sanctuary, With a vigilant heart, I'll push into the dark, But I'll learn to breathe deep, And make peace with the stars, Is it courage or faith to show up every day? To trust that there will be light, Always waiting behind, Even the darkest of nights, And no matter what, Somehow we'll be okay, Don't be afraid

Seven (Vanya) -> tbh I was a bit disappointed in this one ( my poor girl) but I was too deep into this, soo -> How wonderful to see a smile on your face, It costs farewell tears for a welcome-home parade, A secret handshake between me and my one life, I'll find the silver lining no matter what the price, But I want to be here, Truly be here, To watch the ones that I love bloom, And I want to make room, To love them through and through and through, And through the slow and barren seasons too, I feel hope, Deep in my bones, Tomorrow will be beautiful

and that's it. idk if I finally became insane or what but here is the post. enjoy!

35 notes · View notes

scribblindown · 4 years

Text

Da Capo al Fine

[Bruno Bucciarati x musician!reader] Inspired by the song “Nessun Dorma”

“Da capo...” (violin version)

Nessun dorma, nessun dorma Tu pure, oh Principessa Nella tua fredda stanza

The first notes start off slow, low, then pick up as if by chance.

Bruno Buccellati first met you at a hard time in your life.

It wasn’t uncommon to see you out at this street corner at this time, when the sun still beat down the cobblestone streets in waves and the blue of the sky hung high overhead. Despite your young age, you didn’t disappear with the school hours and only faded away from this corner at the peak of the night or the cusp of the morning.

What measly bills you made always disappeared the next day.

Guardi le stelle che tremano D'amore e di speranza!

Then the tempo climbs.

A note stopped as if it was violently yanked aside and silence filled the streets once more.

“Excuse me, sir!” Your violin was lowered and a 100,000 lire banknote was tightly clutched in your hand as you waved it over your head. Your voice echoed in the empty morning streets as you called out to the mysterious figure dressed in the black raindrop pattern, watching as he stopped his careful stride at the sound. When he turned it gave you a good look at the darkness of his hair and the pin-straight strands.

“I think you accidentally gave me too much,” you said instead, holding the bill in your outstretched arm.

You remembered that day, thinking that there was no way someone could be that handsome as he fully faced you.

“No,” he had said, his voice strong yet gentle. “I gave you the right amount. That was my father’s favorite song.” He walked closer, closing the space between you until he was standing only several feet apart, but you thought that his smile was still brighter than the sun above. “You played it with love and care.”

At the time when money disappeared from your hands like dust from feathers, it was rare that you saw a number so high in your presence. Unable to help yourself, your vision blurred and your eyelids stung with saltwater. You couldn’t hide your red eyes as you looked toward him again.

“Are you busy, sir? As a sign of how thankful I am...please let me play this song for you again. Da capo al fine.”

Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me Il nome mio nessun saprà!

Bruno always knew that you had wanted to be a musician long before he had you as a mafia member under his care.

It wasn’t love at first sight, but with the sounds that you created from your weathered violin, your gentle smile, and your burning honesty, it practically could have been.

And he hated that the music that mesmerized him upon your first meeting was being suppressed underneath a new lifestyle of murder, violence, Stands, and dirty money.

He assured you through gentle kisses and lingering touches, that maybe he could give you the life that you had always wanted after everything was done, and maybe--he could finally escape from this spider web as well.

Only if it was by your side.

Poverty, hospitalizations, debt to Passione under your past lover’s mistakes, and then eventually joining the mafia at the cost of your own dreams and desires. His heart ached as if the hardships you went through in your life were his and he was sure that he could turn your sorrow into some kind of honey.

He made promises like he would do anything for you, that he would give you everything that you could ever want.

But you didn’t want anything else but to be with him.

The same note that stretches on for measures and measures.

No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò Quando la luce splenderà! Ed il mio bacio scioglierà Il silenzio che ti fa mia!

“Bruno!”

A masterpiece is underneath your fingertips.

Giorno Giovanna sharply twisted his body when hasty footsteps slammed onto hard stone streets. Heavy pants left your lips as you pushed yourself to race across the courtyard and over to the golden man that hovered above the new member like an angel in waiting. The moment your spirit reentered your body, you only had one goal.

To convince him to stay.

“Bruno!” The golden spirit and the young man both turned to you. “Please!” Your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath while your lungs burned, your legs hurt and your knees almost buckled with every step. Until you finally reached your lover and he was close enough to hold. You threw your hand out, reaching far above you to grip what was left of him as he rose. “Just grab my hand! Your body is still here--You’re going to be fine!”

To your horror, his lips only fell into a soft smile as they landed on you. You hated this--hated how at peace he looked. How his eyes have never been this youthful before and how all stress had seemingly left him.

You knew then--you were at a loss.

“[Name],” he addressed softly, his warmth for you as radiant as the rays that fell from the cracks in the clouds. “I’m sorry--my unfulfilled promises to you are my biggest regret--”

“But I don’t care about that! No!” you pleaded, voice rising into a higher pitch as your words shook and wobbled. You were trying to inch closer to a man who only became farther and farther from you.

His lips pressed down further and conflict crossed his eyes before he opened his mouth with a bated breath.

“‘Dilegua, o notte.... Tramontate, stelle--’” he whispered. Flashes of your past blew past your vision: the street corner, the initiation, Bruno, the first kiss, the first night, the whisper of lyrics upon your lips, your Capo, the turtle, the church, Bruno, the boat--BrunoBrunoBruno. This shared song that had so many amazing memories did nothing but create a pit in your stomach.

“No!” you urged further, shaking your head violently as if you wanted to rip all of these memories from your head. Maybe you would be in less pain if you did-- Your voice broke midway, pausing for a stuttered exhale. “Please, I don’t want you to go! Please don’t leave me here!”

“[Name],” he repeated. You looked up at him and he took one last look at your face. The tracks that ran down your face, the frown on your lips and lastly, his own reflection in your eyes. He didn’t need to give you an explanation, you two have spent enough time together to know everything that he ever wanted to say with one glance. “It’s time for me to go. I apologize deeply for the hurt that I’m causing you but--” He looked over at the blond teen standing beside you, still staring up at him as yellowed clouds curl around the three of you. “This how it’s going to have to be.”

Sapphire blue met [e/c] once more. And for the last time.

“But, Vita Mia...” you voice became so small, high, and fragile like glass. Giorno had never seen you so meek before: your hunched shoulders, your trembling lips; your life had been on the line multiple times this week, but you were never this defeated.

You hung your head lower. “...I’m going to miss you.”

“Bella... I love you more than anything else in the world, but please...” A hasty gasp left your lips and you quickly slapped your free hand over your face. Salty tears flowed over your fingers and against your skin. “You’re going to have to let me go.”

Your arm was aching from holding it high over your head for so long, reaching for something that you knew that you could never have again. Your arm trembled from weakened muscles and you shook like you were in the coldest blizzard during winter. A sob escaped your lips and the trembling fingers that were held forward finally flinched back into a clenched fist.

You had given in.

A cold hand had suddenly met with your skin and your face snapped forward. His palm slid forward until they met with yours and you held your breath as your fingers entwined with his. Your irises jumped back and forth to memorize every centimeter of the man in front of you--every curve that you have already known, but you couldn’t let it go.

“’Tramontate, stelle. All'alba vincerò,’“ he recited finally.

Your face snapped to the side, unable to look at him as your shoulders wracked with sobs. Smoke curled around your face and your hair blew even without any harsh winds. You looked up to see his face one last time, and you could’ve sworn that you heard the harps and the flutter of the angels’ wings from here.

“’Vincerò,’” you finally whispered.

And you let him go.

As he finally ascended to the heavens, you fell to your knees and let out a blood-curdling scream that he couldn’t comfort you from.

The high note.

ll nome suo nessun saprà E noi dovrem, ahimè! Morir! Morir!

Da capo al fine.

"Excuse me, Mister Fisherman, can you help me find my way back home?"

There’s a stillness. The calloused fingers knotting in between the rough net that is patched and repaired again and again.

His lungs are filled with a heavy breath and the boat beside him remains in the push and pull of the waves.

Ebbing, bobbing, flowing.

He has never heard of that voice before in his entire life, and yet he feels as if you have told him entire stories, sonnets, and songs before. Bruno turns, and you stand there.

He’s mesmerized by the color of your eyes and the expression on your face as you tell him that you have just moved here to be under the tutelage of a famous violinist, but it’s getting late and you don’t know how to retrace your steps back to the apartment. It seems like he’s the only person on Earth who can help you right now, from the empty streets to the vacant beach. So you stand on a sandy shore in your leather shoes and your pristine violin case held tightly in one hand. He stands several feet from you, ankles wet from all the times he stepped into the water and sleeves frayed from overuse.

“Of course,” he rises from the edge of the pier and you thank him gratefully. “Where exactly do you need to go?”

Mauve starts to color your cheeks when you recede further into the shade of the umbrella in embarrassment.

“I don’t know.”

No name, no street names, no landmarks, no direction to go to.

NaplesCapriPompeiiVeniceSardiniaRome.

It’s about to rain.

Behind the thick grey clouds, the sun dips below the horizon, submerging half the sky in strokes of black and pull the world into monochrome. No one else is around, and today he is worried that he was going to be out here for so long that he would go insane from the single sound of his own heart and eardrum. He is out fishing late to help support his funds a bit, and normally this doesn’t bother him.

In another life, well into his adulthood he never had to worry about money and gave it out generously to every hurt soul he came across.

It seems like that last part, at least, hasn’t changed.

Water starts to hit your umbrella.

Drip, Drip.

When it starts to rain a bit harder, you step closer and hold your umbrella over him.

“Have we met before?” The question seems to take you by surprise from the way that your eyes widen slightly before you stare deeply at his face. The curves of his jaw, his lips. When he blinks his lashes seem to brush his cheeks like a raven’s wings taking flight before they open again and disappear under the edges of his ebony black bangs.

“No,” you answer easily. Your head tilts and a strand of [h/c] hair drapes over your shoulder like a curtain. “I’d remember a face like that.” Your face snaps quickly to the right as your face colors in the most beautiful shade of rouge that he has ever seen.

His face softens and his cheeks flare with the gentle flirt you had given him. He gently takes your umbrella after he finishes tying off his boat for the day and holds it high above the both of your heads.

You ask for his name and he gives you a word. You hold your lips when you suddenly decide that the name doesn’t suit him. You sigh instead and he smiles.

“Let me take you home, Signorina.”

#bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba scenario #jojo part 5 #jojo no kimyō na bōken #golden wind #vento aureo #alternate universe #tumblr you shitshow pls give me page breaks back this is killing me #btw the line 'sorrow into some kind of honey' is a line from ross gay's poem spoons #i wrote this instead of preparing for my job interview #but dw ;;;; ya girl got it #also happy holidays guys! this is a very stressful time so i hope that you are doing well

17 notes · View notes