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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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“Cut the bullshit Klaus.”

“What! It’s the honest to god truth, I pinky swore and everything! Does that mean nothing to you!” Klaus whined, lifting up his pinky finger to wave it in your face before you smacked it away with an indignant scoff. “Yeah right.”

Klaus has brought to your attention that his douche of a brother, Ben, has formed a crush on you in recent times, before going on tangents about how he couldn’t look away from you, his eyes widening with awe whenever you stepped into the same room as him before straightening his posture as you cut across his line of sight, leaving behind a lingering trail of your scent. He would then add on how Ben would try to show off subtly to you and even stand closer to you whenever his family called upon yours for a one sided meeting that naturally ended in raised voices and threats of violence.

ludicrous doesn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling when hearing the shit that came from your friends mouth without suspecting that he may have snuck himself a couple of drugs beforehand despite being clear for a long while now besides the occasional self indulgence of a drink. You trusted Klaus but sometimes the things he says aren’t exactly grounded in reality and so you were suspicious to say the least when he started claiming that Ben, the man who’d done nothing but stare daggers into your back and berate your friends to elevate his own ego, had somehow aloud himself the time to grow a crush on you.

“I assure you it’s the truth! Only I could tell when Benarino is in love and you my dear friend are his object of desire.” Klaus said airily as he crept closer to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side, “I can see it now. Y/n and Ben sitting in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g-“ you cut off his teasing by shoving him away by bringing your hand to his face. “Nice to know I’m nothing more then an object to him then.” “You know I didn’t mean it like that!” Klaus whined, swatting away your hand from his face to pout at you before becoming serious.

“His eyes literally turn into hearts when he looks at you! He’s only ever looked at you like that whenever you laughed at something stupid being said or when your eyes brighten up with joy whenever we actually act like a proper fucking family for once. He looks at you like that whenever you say something snarky and smart or when you do something really cool and this doesn’t take an idiot to not notice but Ben really and truly can’t get enough of you y/n.” You didn’t say anything afterwards and instead opted to look into Klaus’ green eyes for any indication that the impassioned speech was nothing more then a lie but all you could find was pure and genuine emotions.

He wasn’t lying, he’d never lie to you about how Ben felt when he’s known his the longest out of any of his siblings, so if anyone knew of Ben’s feelings for you it’d be Klaus. You look away from him briefly to compose your thoughts and what your next move would be but a snicker brought your attention back to Klaus as he stared at you knowingly with a mischievous smirk across his face. “I know your secrete.” He prods your cheek with a finger. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me then.” You snarked, crossing your arms over your chest, feeling quite confident that Klaus was going to utter the most ridiculous shit you’ve ever heard…until.

“You like Ben.”

…Shit

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intothemultifandom · 2 years

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you leave a first impression → sparrow academy [marcus]

Imagine Makkari [Eternals, 2021] as a reference for your Gift.

Marcus || Number One, THE LEADER ––

⮕ When he’s the leader of a team of super-powered individuals, there isn’t much that can surprise Marcus, let alone overwhelm him.

⮕ His abilities make him strong, a Titan of a man. Even though at times, the pressure to be constantly unwavering on the battlefield and in public makes him feel like Atlas, holding the weight of a fragile world–

⮕ Marcus, ever the prodigal son, pays no heed.

⮕ He’s Number One. The Leader. He is unbeatable– absolute.

⮕ When you and your family arrive, Marcus doesn’t notice you at first because he pins his gaze on the biggest guy in your group and decides:

⮕ Beating the blonde-haired guy will be the easiest way to get your group to submit.

⮕ Only, when Marcus manages to pummel The Big Guy™ within only a few minutes and is just about to deliver the final blow, he’s surprised when you intervene.

⮕ Gold energy crackles around you as you speed around him, carrying The Bug Guy™ out of sight before returning with a blow to his chest that cracks a rib.

⮕ “Bet you didn’t see that coming?” he hears you snicker, voice distorted as you move around him.

⮕ If Marcus is immovable, then you are unstoppable.

⮕ It’s clear from your entrance alone that you are fast. Insanely, inhumanely fast. As if him being unable to land a hit as you strike him repeatedly isn’t damning enough. He can barely clip you as you literally blur around him.

⮕ He should be mad. Furious even.

⮕ But Marcus is shocked. Unnerved, really.

⮕ Despite not sharing The Bug Guy’s™ strength, the force of your strikes combined with the speed of your attacks make you lethal. Dangerous.

⮕ Fortunately the rest of your group aren’t faring too well and The Kid™ calls for a retreat.

⮕ A part of him is glad for the brief reprieve he gets as your group begins fleeing, before you get one last hit that has him sprawled on the floor.

⮕ Now that you’re no longer a blurred vision, Marcus sees you properly as you lean over him and can’t help but stare.

⮕ “Don’t worry Big Guy, you almost had me,” you tease with a grin, eyes gleaming before you zip away with a laugh.

⮕ When Ben snarks at their siblings about their failure in the end, spits at him for also being bested by one of the enemy–not even their own Number One–Marcus rises from the ground and meets his siblings with a contemplative stare.

⮕ The Titans, he remembers, had been usurped not by each other, but by the Olympians in the end.

⮕ The analogy makes his siblings frown as he heads to the Medbay, thoughts circling back to you, your smile and the sheer power of your Gift.

⮕ That night, he dreams of himself, the Titan, holding the weight of the world and you, the Olympian, crashing into him as everything shatters at his feet.

⮕ In spite of the ominous dream, there’s a part of Marcus–the more enamoured part of him–that thinks:

⮕If there were ever a God he would kneel to, it would be you.

#tua #tua3 #umbrella acedmy #the umbrella academy #sparrow academy #tua x reader #umbrella academy x reader #sparrow academy x reader #tua drabble #marcus hargreeves #marcus hargreeves x reader #number one #luthor hargreeves #five hargreeves #alfonso hargreeves #ben hargreeves #quicksilver reference bc i will always stan #sparrow academy drabbles #umbrella academy drabble

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hopeithauntsyou · 1 year

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Never Ending Nightmare

“Please stop, please, please…” Holding his hands over his ears, Klaus pushed his body back and forth in a rocking motion, his knees pulled to his chest, laying on his side. It had been stupid, the idea to try and get sober, to fight his demons. He thought he could do it alone, be strong enough to endure not just the withdrawal, but the memories, thoughts, emotions… all on his own. He’d idiotically thought he could reach out and have someone, anyone take his hand, lead him out of the darkness. But they’d shut him down, turned away, left him to drown on his own. He’d been so stupid.

He made it one night, one evening, one day, only to break and feel worse than he had in a while. So, he’d grabbed whatever he could get his hands on, hoping to numb it, go back to the hazy, muted emotions he’d had grown used to. The emotions that’d tricked him into the idea that he had the strength and ability to get sober, even on his own.

“Please stop!” Letting out a half gasp followed by a half-choked sob, he tried to curl tighter on himself, his breaths coming in small gasps, tears streaming down his face. It almost felt painful to try and breathe. His chest felt like it had collapsed in on itself, a black hole sucking in his heart, lungs, and existence. He just wanted the substances to make it stop, to numb everything again. He didn’t know why it hurt so bad. Why couldn’t he be strong, better, a person that others didn’t see as negative, broken? Someone his siblings didn’t just jump to the assumption that he was always on something, even when he was struggling to not try and claw his own skin off due to withdrawal and anxiety. He was so sick of being so fucked up, so damaged, failing even himself. Who was he supposed to reach for? Why was it that wanting someone to cling to was so wrong?

Like a switch flipped on, he suddenly found the tears, sobs, the emotional agony trickle down to the detached, unaware enough to barely be able to form any coherent thoughts. It still hurt, it always would, he knew that, but the exhaustion and substances finally seemed to be making it bearable, numbing out the memories, the pain that had marred his existence from birth.

He knew he was too intense, too miserable for even himself. The thought of trying to live his existence always drunk, high, or both… he wasn’t sure it was possible, or how he was supposed to continue for years or decades more. Most of the time immortality felt like a relief, ebbing away at the fears of what actual death would be like. What lay beyond the void where most souls went. But times like these made him even more afraid, unsure if he would ever actually die, or be left alone for eternity, centuries, more. Who would be left? He didn’t want to witness everyone, and everything he knew grow old, wither and die. Already he felt like his existence was a blight on everything, causing more issues and pain for anyone who encountered the hurricane that seemed to spread out from him, destroying everything in its path. And now, now he felt sobriety also was impossible. Attempting it had failed, he’d failed, couldn’t make it past one day. and it just made him feel even more pathetic, worthless, an addict too far gone. The family disappointment.

#Klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves fic #tua fic #drabble #one shot #my writing #trigger warnings #I wrote these when in a very dark place #tua #the umbrella academy #tua one shot #tua drabble #umbrella academy #not my gif

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 2 years

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This is a preview of the next chapter of my OC Umbrella Academy Story.

First | Previous

Charlie awoke with a massive headache, sitting in a small dark space, with her brother Klaus practically on her lap. The only light available was a thin line of illumination that just barely brightened up that place, only enough that Charlie could make out the lines of her brother’s face. For all the various unpleasant ways she’d woken up in the past (and there were plenty — Dad made sure that the Academy was well versed in both kidnapping and escaping from being kidnapped) this one had to be near the top in sheer unexpectant acts. Charlie would have never guessed, even in a million years, that she’d ever be back in a closet with Klaus of all people.

The zip ties were just the surprising cherry on top of the nightmare sundae.

“Liebe Schwester! Do you, perhaps, have any ideas about where we are? Or even, what happened?” Klaus continued his wriggling dance, managing to elbow her in about five different places. Charlie, as always, was impressed with both his flexibility and ability to irritate the people around him.

She had just managed to shake her head when the closet door was ripped open and the pale light of the room was blocked by two freaks with animal costumes on their heads, large fake smiles dominating the field of her vision.

Charlie wasn’t sure which was the better alternative, honestly.

The closet or the freaks.

They didn’t give her the option of a choice, ripping Klaus from her and dragging him out into what looked like a run down motel room from the brief glimpse that Charlie caught before the door slammed shut on her again.

This time, they closed the door completely and it left Charlie with no way to tell what was happening outside of her little room. There was no Green in the area that she could call on to help her, the concussion she suspected she had ringing her head about. And with her hearing gone and voice box damaged she didn’t have any options to know what was happening with her brother.

It was going to be a long day.

@themerrywhumpofmay

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 4 months

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Ok hear me out😬

Yandere five x reader but the reader is the more dominant of the two. But because Five loves the reader so much he doesn't mind

This reminds me of Spike's "I love the kind of woman that would actually just kill me" line🤭

I went a little different route This was requested before he told Lila 'I prefer a woman who won't kill me' [Dec. 2021 so before Season 3]

You were staring at each other, your eyes wide and his were passing between you and the dead body behind you. It was silent for a few minutes and there was a part of you that knew it was over for you.

"Hmm..."

"That's it? That's all you have to say is 'Hmmm'?"

He looks up at you, tilting his head, "Um... I guess I'm a little surprised, but uh- it's just a dead girl, not a dead president."

"Oh?" You look back at the body, "I think it's close enough. A dead body is still a dead body."

"So how were you planning to get rid of the body?" He crosses his arms, giving you an annoyed look.

You bite your lip, "Uh... I didn't think that far ahead."

Five rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "Okay, I'll handle it."

"You always do."

You yawn, before looking over at Five, who was reading a book. "So what did you do with her body?"

He doesn't look up at you, instead flipping the page. He hums in acknowledgement, but doesn't answer your question, maybe it was for the best. You flip over on your side, which catches his attention.

"You're going to sleep.''

You look over your shoulder, slowly blinking at him, "Yeah? Is that okay?"

"I guess. Pretty early. Murdering makes you sleepy?"

You roll your eyes, groaning, "It was an accident."

He laughs, causing you to glare at him and he quickly hushes up.

"Turn off the lamp when you're done."

"Yes ma'am." He mocks as you slowly drift to sleep.

#number 5 #tua #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #number 5 x reader #yandere five #umbrella academy #yandere five hargreeves x reader #yandere five x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere number 5 #yandere the umbrella academy #yandere umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy x reader #drabble

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autumn-hiraeth · 2 years

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WARNING(S) : nope, just fluff

SPARROW!BEN X UMBRELLA! READER

A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

BEN WAS DRUNK, TOO DRUNK.

You held him up preventing him from falling when he tried to get more shrimp from the food bar.

"Wow, calm down Ben" you murmured, amused to see him so... relaxed. Ben clung to your body, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lifted his face as he grinned foolishly at you.

"Hey doll " you looked at him impressed, not only he had stopped acting like an idiot but he was flirting with you.

"You need to rest Ben" you mumbled stroking his hair with your hand, it was an old habit you had, he seemed to like the attention so he hidden his face in your neck.

"Do you also like the other Ben more than me?" there it was, his traumas came to light, you placed your hand on his back comforting him.

"Come on Ben, stop comparing yourself, I'm sure that if we had more time to really get to know you, we would surely end up loving you" you whispered, Ben pulled his head out of your neck to look at you.

"even you could love me?" you smiled, this Ben only wanted affection.

"Ben, I would be the first to love you" you assured making him smile pleased, Ben kissed your cheek without letting you go.

"You would also be the first person I would love first Y/N"

#ben hargreeves x reader #sparrow!ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves drabble #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves fanfic #ben hargreeves x fem!reader #ben hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy #tua x reader

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mayfieldss · 2 years

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Lucky - Diego Hargreeves

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, violence, injured reader.

AN: Some scrap of best boy Diego idk.

"It's okay to cry, honey" The words of Diego, your partner in crime burned against the silence as he tended to your wound. He knew it hurt, more than you would admit, and he was trying his best to be gentle, but when tending to that of a bullet wound, such things came to be difficult.

"Don't patronize me Diego"

"I'm not patronizing you" Your leg screamed, pain ripping at your thigh with the force of a thousand stray cats hungry for a fight, but you were still just as feisty as you'd always been. Diego loved that about you, but it certainly made you hard to help. "You know, I could just leave you here to bleed out and die".

Diego watched your face contort in both pain and contemplation, "Your big boy hero complex is too strong for that". God, you made it hard to like you, yet somehow, Diego did.

"I don't have a big boy hero complex".

Diego listened to you snort as he wiped the blood from your leg. He was surprised at how you let him help you, having expected the all too famous 'I'm fine, I can do it myself'. He was beyond shocked you hadn't broken his nose yet, and that was nowhere near an exaggeration.

"You do have a hero complex, it's ninety percent of your personality Hargreeves".

"Okay," Diego admitted, allowing himself a small nod "I might have something of a hero complex, but isn't ninety percent of me".

Diego hadn't expected the smile that formed on your lips despite your pain. He knew you were trying your best to stay calm, despite the situation and he tried his best to stay composed himself.

"Seventy percent".

"How about thirty percent?" as much as he hated giving into your teases, Diego couldn't help himself. If a bargain would take your mind off the bullet in your thigh, the blood pouring from your body, so be it.

"How about fifty?" You still held your smile, but your voice was shaky with pain, as was expected in the least.

"Okay so maybe fifty percent of me is a hero complex, so what?" Diego glanced down at your injury, barely visible through smudges of blood. He tried his best not to panic at the sight, but it really was a lot.

"Tell me the truth Diego, how bad is it?".

"How would you feel if I told you a hospital trip might be in order?".

There was a short silence before a loud groan escaped your lips, making Diego wince. He knew what you would be thinking, the exact same as him. He'd made up a story in his head, what they would tell the nurses and doctors when they headed in to get you stitched up.

"You have the worst kind of luck"

Your eyes were still screwed up tight, head resting on the wall of the alley you lay in. "Don't you think I know that Diego?".

"Okay" Diego let out a huff, his efforts to fix you up doing no good for either of you. "Get in the car, we're going to the emergency room".

You groaned in response but allowed Diego to assist you to the vehicle. He knew well enough you would never hitch a ride in an ambulance so, Diego braced himself for a week of cleaning your blood off his seats.

The drive there was not easy, every bump in the road causing you to yelp out in pain despite yourself, but soon enough Diego was slamming on the brake, your destination no more than a few feet away.

"Can I have some help over here?" He knew you hated the attention, the eyes of those that most likely had been waiting hours to see a doctor or even nurse, turning in the direction of his voice only to catch sight of someone who no doubt would be attended to before them.

You left a trail of blood in your wake as you were moved to a private room, as to which nurses set to work on professionally fixing up your wound. Diego couldn't deny that he'd made a mess of it.

"Sir?" a nurse turned, facing Diego with the politest of smiles. Her blonde hair tied back in a bun, uniform pristine white. Diego thought she looked like something from a horror movie. The untrustworthy doctor’s assistant that led you to your death. "Would you mind? This might hurt". The lady gestured toward your hand and Diego understood the assignment he had been given, though he wasn't sure you would let him carry it out. The nurse had clearly never met you, nor had to experience your wrath.

You must have seen his wary eyes, wondering if he should indeed follow through with what had been asked of him, because you grasped his hand quickly, tugging him over to you. "God just hold my hand, I'm not that scary".

"You most definitely are".

"Shut up- oh Jesus Christ!" The nurse without warning had begun rubbing at your wound with disinfectant, you squeezing Diego's hand tightly in response.

"What were you saying?" He couldn't help but tease, knowing you would do the exact same to him if the roles were reversed, though in truth he was just trying to cover for the fact that he wasn't used to seeing you in so much pain. It scared him, as much as he hated to admit it.

"I will stab you Hargreeves, I swear on my-" you were cut off again as the nurse once again gave no warning, starting upon sewing up the wound. A string of curse words left your lips, tears springing to your eyes that you couldn't push down any longer.

Placing his free hand on your shoulder Diego gave it a light squeeze. "Look at me, it won't hurt if you look at me".

You turned, locking eyes with the umbrella academy graduate only to release a low growl "It still fucking hurts Diego".

"Let me kiss it better". Diego puckered his lips at you, hoping for a laugh or even a smile to ease your pain, but of course you weren't that type of person.

"If you even try such a thing, I will burn your lips off".

Diego smirked at that, taking notice of how your time spent sending him fake threats took your mind off the pain. Soon enough, many curse words later, you were stitched up and told to wait for paperwork, a wheelchair, and the official go from the doctor. Diego stood beside you, still holding your hand despite it all being over. The best part was that you hadn't told him to let go.

"You, okay?" Diego let the question slip, watching as you nodded slowly eyeing your stitches.

"Thanks" The word came in a mumble, but Diego heard you just fine, trying to hide his smile as you avoided his gaze. Diego then let himself lean forward, pressing a short kiss to the top of your head. There was a silence to which Diego thought he would be beaten half to death for such an act, but you simply sat there still grasping his hand.

"My lips are still intact it seems".

You glanced his way, a small grumble escaping you "They won't be if you keep talking".

"Oh my god" Diego's eyes widened, the realisation dawning on him. "You liked that didn't you?".

You let out a small "No”, but he'd caught you appreciating his affections and had no intention of letting it go. It was the one time when he hadn't been beaten half to death for caring about you, he wanted to make sure you knew how much that meant. He also wanted you to admit that you enjoyed such care.

"You like holding my hand".

"No, I don't".

"Then why won't you let go?".

There was silence, you avoiding his gaze once again before you heaved a sigh.

"If I admit that I don't despise you, will leave me alone?".

Diego nodded, smile on his lips "I don't think you want me to leave you alone, but sure".

You were quiet for a moment, looking toward the white basin in the corner of the room "I like holding your hand Diego Hargreeves, but you better not let it go to your head".

"Too late for that sweetheart" Diego was grinning from ear to ear, eyeing you closely, and for a mere second, he swore he saw a smile threatening to spill upon your own lips. This he didn't mention however, believing you'd had enough teasing for today. In a few days from now, Diego would bring it up again, but for now he was content with the fact that maybe you liked him just as much as he did you.

AN: it's unedited scrap hour

TAGLIST GENERAL: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads

UMBRELLA ACADMEY TAGLIST: empty :(

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moonstruckloverwritings · 1 year

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alright, no pressure! I’ll send them one by one.

but for this one how about some hc where he likes to take his girlfriend out shopping? like he loves to buy her in new dresses, and when she told him he doesn’t have to do this for her, he’s half joking like ‘oh no I’m doing this for myself’ and tell her to spin for him

Sparrow! Ben takes his S/O shopping Headcanons

Hopefully this meets expectations!

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of how a relationship would look like with Sparrow Ben is very: King and his Queen/King 👑

He would be someone that spoiled his partner. He’d take them out to fancy restaurants, extravagant getaways, and luxury boutiques.

He basically runs the sparrow academy and even Reginald himself which then extends to Reginald’s money.

No request is too small. Ask and you shall receive 💜

One day Ben takes you out onto the town like he’s done many times before to treat you. He takes you to have a nice Italian lunch and to buy you a new dress. In the shop he’s looking through and picking out dressing handing them to the worker for you to try on. He’s pick out quite a few and the pile keeps growing. After picking out about 10 dresses, he has the retailer to set them up in the dressing room for you to try on.

After trying on a more fitting dress and coming out, ben had you stand on the podium so he could see the dress on you in full view.

“You know you don’t have to do all this for me, Ben.”

Ben smirks, “Oh no, baby, trust me.” He said taking your hand and spinning you around so he could really get a good look of the dressing outlining your figure. “I’m doing this for me too.”

#the umbrella academy #tua netflix #tua fandom #tua x reader #tua fanfic #netflix #headcanons #headcanon #ben hargreaves x reader #ben hargreeves #x you #x reader #x y/n #romantic #imagine #drabble #short fiction #short story #boyfriend scenarios

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ay4kshalatus · 2 years

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five hargreeves x reader drabble

important notice 📢

separate. they all went separate ways. five's frown deepen, watching his siblings walk on different paths. you also wondered, why it have to end this way? you know five is working so hard to get his way back to his family, only ended up going on their separate ways. they supposed to stick together. his efforts of keeping his family up tight gone into waste once again.

now what? you two thought. you can't convince them anyway because they're difficult to change their mind. so he just leave them wonder again? he only sighed and walk to whatever this path he took leads him as you followed. after the whole fiasco happened you can't leave him alone anymore.

-reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!!

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#five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy x reader #drabble #pamcake's writings 🥞

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super-unpredictable98 · 11 months

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Leaving Marks | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: Strong language, angst, pregnancy talk

a/n: So after I saw the translation for Klaus' temple tattoo I knew I had to write this. I hope you all feel as much as I felt when I was writing it

(Masterlist)

Life was weird, it was hard to adjust after everything that happened. After a lifetime of thinking they knew who they were, all the former Umbrella kids were tossed into the world without an identity, without powers.

After a quick checkup with the doctor, it was confirmed that Victoria and Klaus were expecting a baby (who they believed was a girl based on their father's extraterrestrial prediction).

The pregnancy was going well and they didn't seem to have much to worry about except, of course, a quick trip to the courthouse to make their wedding official and start planning their honeymoon to Rio de Janeiro as soon as they had the money.

"Shit! I'm all bruised again..." Vicky groaned, sitting on the couch and taking a look at her legs. "Not being indestructible sucks! Do people always get hurt this much?"

"Not really, you just never had to worry about it before so you walk around bumping into everything," Klaus laughed, taking her leg to kiss the bruises.

"Everything fucking hurts, how are people just living their lives? Literally everything I do hurts!" She huffed. "I take something out of the oven, I fall, I scratch myself somewhere, I hold a paper the wrong way, I'm not careful enough shaving... your bodies are so fragile! I hate it!"

"Well, most people deal with this since they were born, we don't really think about it."

Klaus was amused by her frustration, only because it was adorable to watch her figure out what was safe and what wasn't with her new vulnerable flesh. For once he was useful, he could help her avoid injuries or make her feel better when she got hurt.

"Speaking of hurt, did you... did you wanna get your tattoos back?" Victoria asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it," Klaus teased. "I might just want to keep my body clean."

"Nooooo I miss them..." she whined. "It's only five of them!"

"Six actually, I had the umbrella on my wrist, the tiger, the skull, the palm tattoos, and Dave's temple."

Victoria sat up with the most confused look on her face. What did he just say?

"Did I hear it right? Dave's temple? What do you mean?"

"It's Thai I think, I got it done when I was with him."

"And what does it say?" She asked, suddenly very queasy.

"Um... it says Klaus loves Dave," he admitted, thinking it would be better she heard from him than googling it later and finding out he lied.

Victoria stared at him agape, seething with anger that raised up her chest. Her husband immediately noticed and winced, scared of her reaction.

"What the FUCK DID YOU DO?" Her voice was raised along the sentence until she was screaming. "KLAUS, HOW COULD YOU? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?"

"To be very honest, I don't even remember getting this tattoo at all, I don't remember if I asked for the writing or if Dave did... I was so drunk," Klaus chuckled, not really understanding the severity of the can or worms he just opened. He thought laughing it off would make it better, as it usually does.

Victoria felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She was there too, she was in Vietnam for 10 months stripping to have a roof over her head and he didn't seem to miss her enough to want anything to remember her by.

It felt like a betrayal not only because he had an ex's name on his body, but also because this ex had treated Klaus like shit the last time they met and that was something she could never forgive.

"And in all this time you couldn't have made a tattoo for me? Guess you don't love me that much after all," she murmured.

"We're married, we have a baby on the way! I've been pining after you since we were little kids. How can I not love you?" Klaus clutched his chest, feeling quite hurt by her doubt, but knowing her pregnancy hormones certainly played a big role in how this discussion was progressing.

"Right? I thought you did too, crazy how wrong we can be sometimes..."

"I never got a tattoo of your name because you always told me you thought it was lame! I wanted to when we moved out, remember?"

It was true, he asked her what she'd think of him tattooing her name on his forearm along with his in a heart like a carving on a tree two lovers would do as children.

She refused and said that was incredibly tacky, he disagreed, but never brought it up again.

"That doesn't mean you can just go and get someone else's name!" She screamed, leaving him behind while caressing her stomach.

"Liebchen, falls ich wissen sollte was Liebe bedeutet, liegt es an dir*," Klaus followed as he whispered in her ear. "Ich will für immer bei dir sein**."

"Stop it!" Vicky whined. "I don't wanna be charmed right now!"

"Do you want me to get a tattoo for you?" He finally asked, maybe she would finally agree to the carved heart idea.

"No! Nothing you can get will ever top this massive temple on your stomach! It's huge and you've done it first. I can't believe I had sex with you looking at that!"

"I will close my back with your face if that makes you happy, I'll get your name in bold letters on my forehead, I'll get a 'property of Victoria Maria Hargreeves' on my ass! Just please tell me how to make you happy? I wanna fix this."

"Well too bad, you can't make me happy, Klaus!"

That was a first, not once had Vicky been so unforgiving. He was somewhat used to getting away with everything when it came to her, she would make excuses even for his stupidest behaviors.

It was a punch in the gut to hear that, especially being so full of trauma as he was. She had left him once back when they were younger, what would stop her from taking a job in another country and taking their child away? Maybe she was done with him and he would once again lose someone he loved more than himself.

That idea brought tears to his eyes and an almost unbearable pain to his chest. He wanted to drink, he wanted to smoke, he wanted to get his hands on any sort of drug he could find and get high enough to forget everything, but he couldn't. He was a father now.

"I did love Dave, but you know there wasn't a single moment I didn't think of you back then," Klaus dropped to his knees in front of her. "Yeah, he made me see I could be brave and strong. You were always brave for me and much stronger, you were my shield and he showed me I could stand on my own and maybe even protect you someday."

"That man punched you in the face, he came by just to tell you off! How can you see someone like that as anything more than a bigot?" Victoria cried, turning away, not wanting to face him.

"Not everyone has the privilege of knowing who they are and being able to express it like me," he shrugged. "I'm not angry at him as much as I'm angry at the world that made him feel like that's how he should treat me."

"I'm mad at him, it was his fist on your face, not anyone else's."

Klaus nodded, she had all the right to feel this way. He understood and wanted to say that, but he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and prompting her to leave again. He couldn't stand losing her a fifth time.

"Victoria, I'm sorry," he took her hand and kissed it repeatedly. "I know I hurt your feelings and I don't deserve it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you're probably the reason why I'm even alive. I'd never be able to take all the abuse without you there. I'm s-sorry," he sobbed.

Vicky couldn't help how misty-eyed she got as well, the first memory she had of him came into her mind.

They were probably around three or four, they were playing with paper dolls they drew themselves while Grace watched from her charging station.

"I wanna marry a big strong man and have two babies, a boy and a girl," she said.

"I'll be a big strong man!" Klaus pouted, his lip quivering with jealousy at the idea she might be imagining someone else.

"What? Who do you wanna marry?" She asked.

Klaus took their dolls and made them kiss, imitating the noise with his mouth. "I wanna marry a Vicky!"

Pulled back to the present, Victoria looked down at the pitiful look on her husband's face and pulled him into her arms.

He sighed, crying even harder and placing his hand on her stomach. "Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"When have I ever been able to stay angry at you? It hurts so bad that you didn't do anything for me, but-"

"If I knew for a second that's what you wanted, I would have! I swear!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "If you wanna get the temple again with the rest of your tattoos, that's okay."

"No, I won't do that," Klaus shook his head, the idea of hurting her again was too painful. "The past is in the past. I'm forever grateful for him and what he did for me, but you and Fortune are my future."

That night Klaus went out to get dinner, hoping some junk food would cheer Vicky up. On the way, he stopped by a beautiful garden in the park and sat down.

He carefully took off Dave's dog tags and held them close to his heart once more. He then dug a hole among the flowers with his fingers and placed the necklace there, covering it as best as he could.

"I think this is a nice spot for you to rest," Klaus smiled to himself. "Thank you, Dave, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but you saved me."

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That week Klaus tried to be extra loving, he did everything to show Vicky she meant the world to him and he loved her with all his heart and soul. He cooked (badly, but still), cleaned, took every chance to compliment her, kiss her, cuddle her...

When his tattoo appointment finally came, he had already decided he wanted to make a nice surprise for his wife. Or two.

So on the first day, he got the tiger on his back, the Sky Soldiers skull on his arm, the hello and goodbye on his palms, and even the umbrella on his wrist (something he really wanted, as to never forget where he came from and the pain he endured).

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Vicky thought that was it. Only a couple of weeks after, Klaus went back for his second appointment while his wife worked on her new business. She had been very busy with everything regarding the bakery she was planning to open, something she wanted since she was 12.

"Hey, Liebling! How are we doing today?" He came back a few hours later with the biggest smile on his face.

"Great, can you try this?" She offered him a cinnamon roll from the tray she had just pulled out of the oven.

"It'll be my pleasure," Klaus took a large bite and moaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, my God! This is so good, you haven't lost your touch."

"Thank you, but you're not just saying that? It needs to be good enough to sell," Victoria asked hesitantly.

"I promise you, it's perfect. I'd buy a dozen right now," he insisted, taking another bite. "It's really buttery, the perfect amount of cinnamon, so soft.."

"Aww I'm glad! You can eat as many as you want, just save some space for dinner," she winked at him as she washed her hands. " What would you like, by the way?"

"Oh well, anything that isn't too greasy, also no pork for me," Klaus smirked. "Not until I heal."

"Heal? What did you do?" She asked.

He simply unbuttoned his flowy blouse and exposed his back where he had now a tarot card.

"The Wheel of Fortune," Vicky murmured with a soft chuckle. "That is so sweet! I bet she'll love it and I do too."

"Oh but that's not all," he pulled the sleeve to expose his forearm.

Klaus had a pretty big tattoo of a rectangular window, the window from their first flat which went from floor to ceiling. He also had the skyline that was visible from their living room and in front of it, his silhouette dancing with Victoria's just like they used to do when they were kids.

"Klausie! This is... this is so beautiful," Vicky choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotion. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Why not? I love you," he giggled. "See? They are dancing together forever, they'll never ever be apart, just like I wish we never had."

Without another word, she jumped into his arms capturing his lips passionately. That was so much better than anything she could've come up with, it was the most romantic thing he had ever done. Declaring his love and saying so much without even needing words.

"So I take it you liked it?" Klaus grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love it... You're a big strong man, Klausie. You're my dream come true."

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*I only know what love is because of you

** I want to be with you forever

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you leave a first impression → sparrow academy [ben]

Warnings: Profanity

Imagine yourself having the powers of an Empath combined with the tracking abilities of Demetri Volturi [Twilight].

Ben || Number Two –– THE SCHEMER

⮕ Ben isn’t used to people staring at him the way your group does.

⮕ Is he used to star-struck admiration? Yes. Poorly concealed lust. Oh most definitely.

⮕ Fighting crime in the limelight for years had propelled the Sparrow Academy into celebrityhood overtime, to the point where it felt like they were more commodity than people most days.

⮕ With bus loads of fans gathering at their fence each day, and hoards of women and men throwing themselves at him for almost anything, all Ben had ever known was fan-crazed obsession and shallow affection.

⮕ So when he sees the mosaic of expressions that aren’t admiration or greed on your group, he’s already on alert:

⮕ The Big Guy and Stubble are wide-eyed at the back, almost slack jawed as the woman with the long coat stumbles back into them.

⮕ She’s quick to school her expression as she shuffles away, but Ben notes the way her hand trembles as her eyes rove over him in disbelief.

⮕ Their reactions has The Monster™ unfurling itself inside his stomach, but Ben ignores the sharp pain that follows in its wake as he turns to the smallest of your group.

⮕ Their faces are twisted with an expression he can’t quite decipher. It looks like grief, longing, and hope all mixed into one but the look is too fast and too fleeting for him to make sense of anything.

⮕ Short Pants, in particular, brings in his pointed finger into a clenched hand at his side.

⮕ Sundance, comparatively, looks the most at ease as he holds a hand against his chest with a dramatic flourish. It’s as though he’s already comfortable with what’s going on, comfortable with being in a room with them him, that Ben’s brow furrows.

⮕ In spite of his nonchalance and near-friendliness, he can’t help but think that Sundance’s smile could be bigger–all toothy or some sort of mischievous shit–and that the smile he’s wearing now is half-hearted at best.

⮕ Of course, it isn’t until he catches you hidden behind Sundance, eyes pinned to the floor that something that feels like desperation reverberates through him as he waits for you to meet his gaze.

⮕ The Monster™ pounds at his stomach lining, begging to be let out.

⮕By that point, Marcus and the rest of his siblings descend from the second floor, strategically mirroring your own formation as he addresses The Big Guy so Ben forces his attention elsewhere.

⮕ This shit can wait 'til after, he decides with a huff.

⮕ With seven on each side, the confrontation becomes an even standoff. And while it seems the whole situation might come to a peaceful resolution at first, Stubble and Jayme fall into an argument that inevitably kicks things into gear.

⮕ Ben, naturally, unleashes The Monster™.

⮕ Only, instead of attacking Sundance or Shortstack–being the two closest to him–you side-step into view, now meeting his gaze for the very first time.

⮕ To his shock? horror? disbelief? The Monster™ stills just before it can tear into your side, stopping only for a few seconds before gently (what?) caressing (the fuck?) your dirt-stained cheek.

⮕ From behind The Monster™, you stare at its tendrils and at him with a look unlike the others. It makes him feel bare and exposed, vulnerable in all the wrong ways, like he’s a live wire waiting to be put out. The way you look at him... Ben would only describe it as reverence.

⮕ Complete and utter reverence.

⮕ Eyes wet and mouth trembling, the sharp intake of breath you take as you look at him, really look at him, makes him think back to earlier and how he’d felt a flash of–

⮕ “–I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, the words slipping out before he can bite his tongue.

⮕ At his words, your expression ripples into something more bitter, something more than words Ben can even come up with and louder than your group as you press your lips into a thin, resigned, line:

⮕ “Too late,” it comes out soft, barely a whisper. But Ben winces as though you’d screeched into his ear.

⮕ Before he can do anything more, say anything more, you dart around his tendrils and brush a finger against his face.

⮕ All of a sudden, his limbs grow heavy with fatigue, The Monster™ retreats back into his skin with a harsh slam and the world tilts on its axis.

⮕ White-hot betrayal washes over him as he hits the floor, and as he begins to lose conscious, just on the precept of going under, Ben realises one thing about the sensation as it settles and aches, an open wound:

⮕ The feeling does not belong to him.

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“What does the winner get?” TUA?

A/N: Set around the very beginning of S3.

“What does the winner get?”

“A big slice of ha, ha, loser to shove in the other’s face.”

“Then consider yourself pied.”

Diego expertly balanced the hotel room’s landline on Luther’s chest. “Twenty,” he whispered victoriously.

Your mouth fell open and you shot your brother a look that most certainly disagreed with his words. “That is not twenty. Your last number was seventeen.”

“Deaf as well as a sore loser? Oh-ho, sis, you’ve got it good.” Diego grinned, the tip of his tongue sticking from between his teeth as he meticulously perched a coffee mug on Luther’s knee. “Twenty-one.”

Luther shifted slightly in his sleep, a graceful snort interrupting his snores. You and Diego held your breaths as a menu and a couple teabags fell to the floor. When he relaxed again with a smack of his lips, you picked up the menu and put it back on his ankle with a proud smile.

“Uh-huh, no, that doesn’t count. It dropped, hence a minus, not a plus.” Diego pointed a finger in your chest. “Don’t cheat.”

“Speak for yourself, knife-boy. You know, we started this as a team. Twenty-three.”

“Allison says our competitive natures clash. Thirty.”

“Swindler!” Your harsh whisper almost roused Luther again, as well as Five and Klaus, who were sharing a bunk bed on the other side of the room. Luther was stretched across a cot that just about fit his sasquatch-ness, and Diego had resorted to a couch opposite. You had set up camp with Vanya and Allison in the second room you’d rented, but the latter was currently on a plane back home to see her daughter and the former had gone on a wander around the massive hotel. You hadn’t wanted to be alone, so you’d joined the boys in their room, and after a barrage of emotion hindering your sleep schedule, Diego had pulled you into a game that consisted solely of seeing who could balance the most random objects on your sleeping brother.

As to be expected, considering your current argument, neither of you were quite sure who was winning. What you were extremely certain of, was that propping a glass of water—Diego’s pride had blown the roof on that one—on the sleeping giant’s stomach had been a stupid idea.

Diego caught the twitch of Luther’s nostril just as the man sneezed. Of course, everything on him went flying, but it was the water that woke him up in a panicky mess, way too sleep-hazed to notice you and Diego as you made a break for the couch.

“Shi—shit,” Luther breathed out, arms raised above him as he attempted to figure out why he was wet and surrounded in hotel object carnage. You and Diego had successfully hidden your guilt, Diego lying straight and stiff on the couch while you substituted the lack of space for his chest. You lay half on him and half hanging off the edge of the couch, your eyes squeezed shut in attempt to maintain your sleepy innocence.

“Did I...piss myself?” Luther’s bleary words pierced the quietude of the room and Diego had to hide his snort. You jolted slightly as his chest heaved with suppressed laughter.

“The fuck’s the noise?” Each letter enunciated by Five was strung together in a slow, sleep-deprived sentence as he sat up in the top bunk and glanced around, the exact image of a small kid. Klaus suddenly groaned in his sleep, grabbing a pillow and slamming it against his face.

“Go’way,” he mumbled. “Fi’mo’mins, Mom...”

“Uh...” Luther, who seemed far more awake now, frowned deeply, took one more look at the littered floor, and wisely deduced that he was dreaming. “Nothing,” he said, lying back down. “Man, I gotta stop drinking a litre before bed. These nightmares are getting wild.”

You decided then that if anything world-ending were to happen while your brothers were sleeping, you would all be well and truly dead.

You and Diego waited a good minute after Luther’s closing statement before letting loose the few laughs you’d been unable to swallow down.

“He’ll be so confused when he wakes with wet pants,” you whispered, lifting your head up to grin at Diego.

“Nothing he ain’t used to,” Diego assured you, which made you grimace. With a light chuckle, he lifted an arm above his head. “You,” he said as he used a finger to gently rub at the corner of your eye, “are running on empty, huh?”

You shrugged, barely cloaking a yawn at the reminder of the sleep you’d been missing out on for the past however long this shit had been going on. Before relocating to the boys’ room, you hadn’t been so sure you’d get any shut-eye tonight, but held in Diego’s arms now, you couldn’t think of anything you’d rather do.

“I think I’m okay for the end of the world,” you said.

Diego smiled and moved closer to the back of the couch, allowing you more space, though you didn’t relinquish his chest as your headrest, which he was more than fine with. “Try and get some sleep. You know Five’ll have us up at the crack of dawn, saving mankind ‘n all that.”

“Hmm.” You settled against your brother, closing your eyes and focusing on the blissfulness of silence. “Wait ‘til I tell him he looked like a kid woken from his lunchtime nap.”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t forget that. Humble him a bit.”

“I definitely won earlier, Di, didn’t I?”

Diego sent a tight-lipped smile to the ceiling. Older brother, end of the world, and all that. He could afford his sister some triumph.

“‘Course you did, babe,” he said.

You definitely hadn’t.

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The rules were simple and had been repeated to you many, many times. The door stays locked. The windows stay closed. You aren’t to be seen by anyone. You can’t even breathe to loud incase someone in hall hears you.

Despite the simplicity of the rules, you don’t-can’t follow them.

They were put in place when Father decided that you were too powerful to keep around the rest of the Academy. The lower Numbers had an important job to do — Save the World — and you and your powers had a more then significant chance at harming them. And despite the disdain that Father had for Number Seven, he didn’t want you around him either.

So you were sentenced to spending your life locked up, chained down, and quite literally forgotten. He had lined the Academy up in front of your door and had Number Three Rumor your existence from their memories, even using one of his inventions to echo the Rumor back to Number Three. When further questioned about the possible existence of a Number Eight, they all expressed confusion to Father.

The gag in your mouth and the heavy iron chains lining your body made it so you couldn’t make a sound to announce your continued presence.

Father had everything planned out though. A new Nanny, not Grace, kept you company at all times. They never talked, only made sure you were getting the correct nutrients and physical activity to keep you growing correctly. Father had made it clear despite his worry over the strength of your powers, he wanted you fit in case he ever needed to deploy you. That meant feeding tubes down your throat and lined into your stomach. It meant a catheter. It meant IVs for liquids. Forced movement of your body.

You couldn’t do anything yourself — another wonderful Rumor from Number Three — but Nanny was there.

Your entire life was scheduled down to the very last minute and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

You just…laid there in your lonely room, in your lonely tower.

Waiting for the day you could break free and take revenge.

Father had one thing right — you were strong. Stronger than even he knew. And you had no hesitation in bringing that power against the Academy.

In killing the Academy.

@themerrywhumpofmay

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