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intothemultifandom · 2 years

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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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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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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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sincerelyverena · 4 months

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. . . FANDOMS

› saltburn › jacob elordi › my chemical romance › the umbrella academy › aidan gallagher › barry keoghan

⇀ SALTBURN · oliver quick, felix catton...

req me for anything!

dividers made by @cafekitsune <33

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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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glxyaaandromeda · 2 years

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Never Enough

Pairing/s: Sparrow! Ben x GN! Reader Warning/s: Unrequited love, that’s all. I think A/N: I’m not really sure if this is a angst love besides this is just a drabble, feedbacks / coffee are very much appreciated! ***

It wasn’t like him to feel this desperate for someone to love him genuinely. It wasn’t like him to not join Christopher at parties to hook up with some random women, he want to change himself, he want to be that Ben that you’ve been talking about since you appear in their timeline. This made him feel sick to his core, seeing them being happy with his other self, he really wish that it was him. “I’ve finally come to accept the fact that you will never think I’m good enough for you.” He looked at you with an almost teary eye. He’s angry, but not for you or for his other Ben. He’s angry with himself because he could’ve done much better but he turns out this way and he wishes that you were always there to comfort him. You enjoy his presence that’s for sure, but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to handle his narcissistic personality. You see him more than as a friend, nothing else. You’re about to walk back to the hotel obsidian to catch up with others but he grabs your wrist. “Thank you for existing, even though we didn’t end up together, you gave me another reason to be a better person.” It was very unlikely of him to thank someone genuinely but that’s the least he could do for being able to meet you.

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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.

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༊*·˚ love-sick ; klaus hargreeves (0.45k)

summary: when klaus gets sick, you decide to be a good partner and take care of him.

song: fade into you - mazzy star

a/n: a shorter one for today whilst i get to grips with klaus' character, but i suppose this lives up to the mini-fic name! again, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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klaus was practically buried in a heap of blankets, a few awry tufts of hair being the only confirmation that he was, in fact, still seated on the sofa in the living room of the academy.

every so often, the mountain of fabric shook as klaus coughed or sneezed, and you would feel sympathetic if half of you didn’t find his theatrics somewhat entertaining.

klaus had come down with a cold which, though never a pleasant illness to fall victim to, was not nearly as drastic as he was making it out to be. he had a stuffy nose and a sore throat, the occasional headache now and then, but to him, it was the end of the world as he knew it.

when he’d first noticed he was getting sick, klaus had draped himself over you, hand pressed against his forehead like a damsel in distress as he told you he was coming down with something.

it had only gotten worse from there.

“you’re laughing,” he moaned, head popping out to reveal his flushed cheeks and messy hair. “i’m sick, and you’re laughing at me. do you understand the betrayal i’m feeling right now? my own partner doesn’t even care that i’m ill.”

“i’m not laughing,” you lied, trying your hardest to keep a straight face as you placed a fresh box of tissues on the coffee table in front of him. “i’m deeply concerned for your well-being, actually.”

“you’re lucky you’re hot, babe, cause you’re a terrible liar,” he declared, flippantly grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose.

“hey, i’m looking after you, aren’t i? i even made you some soup the other day!”

“after you lectured me for a half hour,” klaus countered, somehow managing to act proud even in his sick state.

you scoffed, jabbing at the air in front of his chest.

“because i told you that you’d get sick if you went outside in that weather. but did you listen to me?”

klaus threw his hands up, your eyes catching a glimpse of the black ink adorning his palms. though he was acting frustrated, he flashed you a toothy smile.

“well, in sickness and in health babe! we gotta stick together to get through this.”

you didn’t bother trying to mask your laughter this time, allowing your hand to fly up to your mouth to at least stifle some of the giggles pouring out of it.

“it’s a cold, klaus. you’ll be fine in a few days you idiot.”

“oh?” he raised his eyebrows, as if accepting a challenge. klaus forced a cough, attempting to produce hoarse and painful sound. “we’ll see about that.”

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WARNINGS: nope, just fluff.

FIVE HARGREEVES X READER

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

" SHOULD WE MATCH OUR OUTFITS?" You almost drowned with the wine when you saw Five walk out in just his bathrobe.

He looked really good, it was a perfect image of him.

You were lucky he was your boyfriend.

"What?" You mumbled confused seeing how Five approached you, a smile adorning his face, retirement suited you, Five thought.

"Boyfriends match their outfits and do everything together, now we can do all of that" oh, he was really getting serious about the retreat. Five had said that you two were finally going to act like real boyfriends as you and him had spent the last 28 days trying to save the world.

You both deserved it.

“Is that what you want?” Your raceheart increased as he leaned in and kissed you, it was a hungry kiss.

"I want to do a lot of things with you Y/N" he confessed as he began to untie his robe without stopping kissing you until Klaus appeared.

"oh shit" he closed his eyes laughing "I had forgotten that you two are puberties" he opened his eyes catching Five's death look "okay, I'll go so you guys can have.. fun" Klaus mumbled before leaving the room.

"match our outfits would be nice" you said making Five smile, he was really going to enjoy doing what boyfriends do with you.

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Right, so based off of this epic S2 intro scene of The Umbrella Academy (which is probably one of my fave television scenes ever), here's a drabble of what Gareth, Colin, and Gregory discover after travelling through the time portal;

As the apocalypse had rained down around them, Gareth had clamped a hold onto both Colin and Gregory, focusing all of his energies on combining their powers together in order to get their families to safety by going back in time. A blue flash of light burst up above them all, expanding bigger and wider and swirling with energy - and then the portal swallowed them up.

Gareth kept a claw-like grip on his Bridgerton collaborators as the ground fell away from them, squeezing his eyes shut to ensure all of his concentration was on nothing but this inexperienced attempt to travel back far enough so that they were all out of danger. He tried blocking out the yelps and exclamations of his siblings and the other Bridgertons as the portal tossed and churned them all about, as if they were caught up in tornado spinning wildly out of control. He could have sworn he heard several people cry out his name from a distance, but nevertheless he tried to keep his mind focused on nothing but the objective at hand.

Then all of a sudden he felt himself falling, a rush of air hitting him and he opened his eyes in time just as he plummeted out of the portal and landed in an alleyway alongside Colin and Gregory, who he had managed to keep a hold onto throughout the entirety of their time travelling expedition. He breathed a brief sigh of relief knowing that from their surroundings of intact buildings that they had escaped the apocalypse of what had been their present day - until he realised that nobody else was with them.

"Simon!" Gareth called out and snapped his head back up towards the portal, wondering if the rest of the group were about to drop out right after them. "Kate! Sophie!"

"Pen!" Colin joined in as he cried out to the portal. "Daph!"

"Lucy!" Gregory roared. "Ant!"

But then the three watched as the portal quickly shrunk until it had closed up and disappeared altogether.

"Shit." Gareth cursed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

That hadn't been part of the plan. Sure, the plan was agreed upon as they clutched at the last flickers of hope that remained and they all knew it would be a shot in the dark and an absolute stroke of luck if they managed to pull it off successfully; but as the plan had been made without any more time to think on it, Gareth hadn't even had the opportunity to consider the possibility that he might lose his siblings and the rest of the Bridgertons in the process.

What on earth was he supposed to do now? Where was he meant to go from here? Were his siblings trapped within the portal? Or were they dumped out across time and forever lost to him? How would he ever be able to find them?

"What the hell?"

Gareth was brought out of his fretting by Gregory's incredulity as the latter stared towards the end of the alleyway where a lot of commotion was occurring - specifically a lot of rapid machine gunfire. Curious to see what was going on as well as identify their surroundings and how far back in time they had gone, Gareth marched forward, flanked by Colin and Gregory.

They emerged from the alley just as a tank rolled by that had a red star printed on it's side accompanied by armed soldiers who were shooting at something ahead of them. Gunfire was exchanged back and the trio witnessed several deaths right then and there. Before they could even process that, a whoosh above them brought their attention skyward as several spitfires soared quickly out of sight.

"Where the hell are we?" Gareth pondered aloud.

"Trafalgar Square." Colin answered and nodded to the identifying landmark of Nelson's Column that was off to the right-hand side from their lookout.

"I'm aware of the Battle of Trafalgar - but I never knew about the Battle of Trafalgar Square." Gregory remarked, voicing the same unnerving suspicions of Gareth and Colin for what on earth was taking place before them.

Gareth then felt Colin slap his chest with the back of his hand as the older man darted out from the alley and grabbed an abandoned newspaper that was strewn on the pavement. He quickly returned, his eyes bulging as he pointed frantically to the headline.

"Swiss & Irish troops join UK invasion?" Gareth read aloud with a quizzical frown.

"When the hell did Switzerland and Ireland invade us?" Gregory spluttered.

"Look at the date." Colin swallowed.

"Monday 6th August... 1945." Gareth read with dawning realisation.

"World War Two." Gregory stated. "Hang on; weren't Switzerland and Ireland neutral?"

Gareth had never been the most enthralled with history but he had watched enough war documentaries with Michael over the years (as his brother asked questions to several ghosts from that time era that had sought him out) to know that a battle taking place in the middle of Trafalgar Square as well as the UK being invaded by famously neutral countries had never taken place.

Something was terribly wrong; and he had a sneaking suspicion of what might have led to all of this taking place.

He stepped out from the alleyway, wandering out into the street to get a proper look at what was going on and it was then he made some further observations.

The Soviet tank he was standing alongside was aimed at several British tanks and soldiers further down the street, and when he scoped the area he saw other groups of soldiers of various nationalities; German, American, Japanese, French; all of whom were taking aim at the British troops and surrounding them. Gareth was piecing together that somehow the World War had stopped being fought between the Allies and Axis powers and had turned into the whole world fighting against the UK.

And then he spotted a figure up ahead; a young woman who strode out from amongst the British troops, placing herself right on the frontline and furiously staring down the Soviet troops. Even at a distance Gareth caught the moment the woman's eyes flashed to a piercingly icy blue, at the exact moment Colin and Gregory joined either side of him and the latter breathed the woman's name.

The sight of his younger sister only confirmed the sudden pit that had formed in Gareth's stomach as he realised his daunting suspicions were correct.

"What the hell did we do now?" Gareth uttered in disbelief.

Just then, the Soviet tank fired a shell, the sudden blast of which shocked the trio and threw them to the ground. The shell was hurtling towards the cornered British troops - until Lucy ascended into the air and stretched her arms out straight, palms facing the artillery; and as soon as the shell made contact with her mighty power it exploded on impact, it's fragments dispersing and ricocheting back on the tank that had launched it. Gregory had just enough awareness to grab a hold of Colin and Gareth and teleport them out of harm's way, landing them right behind Lucy as the shell she had sent flying back blew off the main gun of the tank.

"Lucy," Gregory breathed out, stepping forward to try and get her attention but she was still focused on the opposition up ahead as a burst of power blasted forth from her and sent the tank and the Soviet soldiers flying into a nearby building.

"Get out of here!" a voice rang out and suddenly the three men were strong-armed by British soldiers and pushed back through the troops until they were shoved out behind them.

"We can't just leave her!" Gregory said to Gareth and his brother.

"Michael," Gareth uttered.

"It's Greg!" the youngest Bridgerton brother spluttered.

"No, look!" Gareth said, grabbing a hold of Gregory and spinning him around to look over at Trafalgar Square.

Michael was faced with a charging brigade of German soldiers and he flung his arms out in front of him. Suddenly it seemed as though Michael was surrounded by a battalion of soldiers himself - but the men he was stood alongside were ghostly apparitions. The deceased British soldiers then began charging at the enemy, roaring hauntingly as they chased off the alive and terrified German soldiers and firing their phantom guns at them - though the ghostly bullets still caused the same amount of harm as they would in actual physical form.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Michael relaxed momentarily from exerting his power when another tank fired from behind him. Before Michael had the chance to react, however, there was a thunderous roar and Gareth, Colin, and Gregory watched as a shirtless Phillip launched himself off of the roof of the National Gallery building. He landed right in front of Michael, spread his arms out to shield him before taking the full force of the shell against his expansive back. He yelled out as the shell exploded on him - and yet the impact did nothing to injure him and after the shell had disintegrated he exhaled but only as though he had suffered a minor inconvenience. Michael squeezed his arm, checking he was alright and Phillip quietly assured him he was.

"Holy shit! Phil can survive being shot at by a tank?!" Colin exclaimed.

"Apparently so." Gareth nodded - this was as much news to him as it was to Colin.

"Retraite! Retraite!"

Their attention was then brought to a French battalion as they ran away from the fountains of Trafalgar Square - though in the blink of an eye eight of them had been snatched by long tentacles, the soldiers screaming as the flexible tendrils squirted them with ink, blinding them before they were splashed down into the pools. The soldiers flailed and fought for their lives but none of them could fight off their watery doom and soon enough their bodies fell prone as they floated face down in the fountains.

"Jesus Christ." Colin swallowed as the tentacles released their victims and retracted back to where they came from - right back into Daphne Bridgerton's stomach.

"Aim at the column! Aim at the fucking column!" an American voice bellowed, and the trio then turned their attentions to where American troops were eyeing up Nelson's Column.

Gregory batted at Gareth's arm and pointed skyward. Gareth followed his guidance and his eyes lit up when he caught sight of a figure standing beside the statue of Nelson.

Hyacinth Bridgerton was gazing up to the skies above watching the British spitfires taking on enemy aircraft. She glanced beside her and another figure stepped into Gareth's line of sight - Eloise.

The two sisters nodded at each other, clutching hands, and then aimed their free hands upwards. Instantly dark clouds began to descend upon the enemy squadron, thunder booming across the greying skies and then multiple bolts of electrified lightning flashed all around - and seconds later multiple planes began falling out from the clouds after being caught up in the sudden electrical storm.

"Good god." Colin gulped as the plummeting aircraft quickly fell closer and closer towards the city.

But then in the next second the sky directly above them seemed to shimmer and the falling planes appeared to bounce off of something mid-fall, some of them dropping away and exploding at a far greater distance then expected or exploding on impact above them; and yet without any debris from them showering down across London.

"The fuck?" Gareth frowned as he internally questioned the laws of physics currently at work.

"Fran!" Gregory gasped out.

Darting their gaze, Gareth and Colin followed Gregory's pointed finger to an empty plinth near the National Gallery where Francesca was situated, her eyes squeezed shut as she held one arm up to where it was now evident that she was projecting a forcefield across the sky and the whole of London, protecting the city from the aircraft crashing from the clouds above.

"Wait, who's that next to her?" Colin queried.

Francesca was holding hands with an unknown man - an unknown man to Colin and Gregory, that is.

"John." Gareth's eyes rounded in shock and awe.

John was dead. At least, he should have been dead. Gareth would have thought he was another of Michael's ghostly apparitions except even at a distance Gareth knew that John was physically present. He wasn't a ghost or translucent; he was very much standing there on the plinth beside Francesca and firmly holding onto her.

Gareth couldn't fathom the meaning of it. How had John been brought back to life? Had Michael uncovered new extents to his powers? Or perhaps Francesca's superpower of intangibility had something to do with John walking among them. Before Gareth had any more of a chance to try and dwell on the mystery, he watched as John motioned with his hand. Not only was John somehow alive but so was his telekinesis as through Francesca's forcefield he sent some of the falling aircraft hurtling off out of sight, further protecting the city from the damage of their impact.

"Shoot! Shoot now - HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

The time warp trio tore their attentions away from the reanimated John and towards the American army general. The American forces had been aiming their tanks at the foundations of Nelson's Column in order to make it topple and take down Eloise and Hyacinth with it - however they hadn't expected one of the four lion sculptures lying at the base of the landmark to suddenly come to life, stretching its front legs before narrowing it's eyes at them.

"How in the ever living fuck-"

"It's Ben!" Colin cut off Gareth's confused line of questioning and nudged the younger man to where Benedict swiped his arm through the air and brought the other three lions to life as well.

Then with one wave of his hand to direct them, the four lions roared and bounded towards the American troops and started attacking the tanks.

"Chazzo! Chazzo! Chazzo!"

"Oh dear god." Gregory breathed as they then looked towards the Italian troops who were bizarrely being swarmed by thousands of birds; crows, ravens, swans, and even pigeons; the birds attacking them in abundance, using their feet to claw at the soldiers faces and pecking at their eyes.

Gareth scoped around until he caught sight of Kate nearby, her focus set on the Italian troops as the birds under her command incapacitated the enemy forces.

More screams of foreign tongues came from the direction of the National Gallery where Anthony Bridgerton was stood on the flight of steps as he single-handedly took on a wave of Japanese soldiers. With a smug grin on his face he was fighting them off with bare minimum effort as he alternated between freezing the oncoming fighters in ice or blasting them with fireballs.

"I heard a rumour,"

Colin snapped his head round upon the sound of the all familiar voice, clapping eyes on Penelope going right up to enemy troops, her eyes narrowing with intent.

"... that I blew your minds."

And then under the influence of her mind control, the soldiers faces began to expand and expand until they were being ripped apart from the inside and their heads exploded, leaving their now headless bodies to fall by the wayside.

Nearby shouts captured Gareth's attention to where soldiers of mixed nationalities were all charging towards a double decker bus that had been turned on it's side. Standing on top of it and the target of the soldiers intentions was Simon. The soldiers all fired at him, bullets heading for him from every angle.

From Gareth's perspective it was all over within a split second; as soon as the bullets had been fired, Simon flipped into the air, and as his body turned, so did the bullets coming his way as they all changed trajectory mid-air, flying past Simon and instead contacted and ripped through the soldiers. Simon landed on the ground at the same time the soldiers bodies fell down and when he did he made direct eye contact with the three younger men.

"Gareth!" he cried out. "You sick son of a bitch; where the hell have you been?"

As soon as he had been addressed by his big brother, Gareth was filled with instant motivation to join the fray and help fight the enemy troops alongside his siblings and the Bridgertons. He might not have any fucking idea how things had ended up the way that they had but that wasn't going to stop him from helping out.

In that moment Colin and Gregory had also decided to jump in and join the collective forces of the Umbrellas and the Bridgertons and the three of them went to move when suddenly a British soldier appeared right in front of them, holding a hand out for them to stop.

"Don't!" the soldier cried out.

Gareth could have simply teleported from the spot but something about the soldier made him hesitate. There was no possible way Gareth knew the young man or recognised him - and yet there was a strange pull of familiarity which prevented Gareth from ignoring the military man.

The soldier shook their head and in the next second Gareth realised why he had listened instinctively to him as the soldier's face shifted completely. Gone were the man's freckles and pointy nose as the features softened, the eyebrows lightening to blonde, and his hazel eyes transforming into shining green irises.

"You three have got to leave; now!" Sophie snapped at him imperatively as her blonde curls spilled out from her helmet.

"Soph; what the hell happened?" Gareth asked and clutched a hold of his sister.

"There's no time to explain." she shook her head, shrugging him off her and pointing to the sky where far above them something was falling out of sight behind the city's towering buildings. "That's an atomic bomb."

Gareth's eyes bulged as the whizzing sound of the bomb falling got louder and louder as it came ever closer to landing.

"But what about all of you?" Colin asked.

"We can't just leave you here." Gregory swallowed.

"You can't save any of us if you're dead." Sophie stated.

"How far back do we go?" Gareth asked her.

"1939 at the earliest. Fuck, I don't know; a fortnight at the latest, maybe. But wherever you end up between that time; just look for the Minimax Fire Extinguisher Company." she ordered them. "Now go!" she instructed with a shove as they heard the impact of the nuke and felt the vibrations of it trembling under their feet.

With absolutely no time to spare, Gareth clutched a hold of Colin and Gregory, the trio nodding together as they disappeared within the blink of an eye.

Now her job was done, Sophie turned around to witness the fiery explosion that had engulfed the skyline, watching the puff of smoke from the impact signalling that their time was up as she could feel the atomic explosion surging forward to claim every last one of their souls. Just out of reach the other Umbrellas and the Bridgertons had gathered in the middle of the square to watch the oncoming explosion that would consume them all within seconds.

An arm slid around her waist and she turned into Benedict's embrace, clutching and kissing him with everything she had in the final seconds of their lives (in this timeline at least) as the explosion roared forward, destroying the city and wiping them all out with it.

In place of where London had once stood, a mushroom cloud ascended, marking the first use of nuclear warfare amongst mankind - a mushroom cloud which those who witnessed it described it as being alike to an umbrella...

#bridgerton drabble #the umbrella academy au #in their defence they had all relatively been left unsupervised up until this point lmao

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I LOVE your writing so much and I was just wondering if you’d be interested in writing a diego hargreeves x gender neutral reader, where reader is really insecure and doesn’t think they’re good enough for him so diego comforts and reassures them about their relationship with him (sorry if that doesn’t make sense I’m super sleep deprived rn), I totally understand if you don’t wnna write it, have a good day/night :)

I am so sorry this took so long, i kept putting it off bc i was worried it wouldn't be good enough, but it's here now anyway, ily.

Always - Diego Hargreeves

You couldn't remember when you'd begun to doubt yourself, or your relationship with Diego. It just started, the thoughts of your relationship, lingering and dark, opinions of your worthiness for him, replaying against your mind at late hours of the night.

You loved the man wholeheartedly, the way he made you feel unmatched to any other, but there were things you questioned on days when you sat on social media for too long, or your eyes lingered to someone on the street who was something you were not.

You'd thought about telling him, the concept of confessing your insecurities to Diego a much thought-over topic, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. What if that little voice in your head was right, and what if in discussing such things, Diego agreed, maybe deciding he was better off on his own? But you knew he loved you, he told you continuously, every day before he left for work, every night before you went to sleep. Still, there were other words on your mind that you heard on the same loop. Your own doubts and fears.

You'd managed to suppress how you felt for a while, keeping the thoughts and feelings quiet for you to deal with on your own. However, as time passed, your concerns grew, and the pile of uncertainties in your mind rose until things began to tumble. And when things start breaking down, people begin to notice.

"Hey, something's up with you," Diego pauses the motion removing his jacket, sitting beside you on the couch. "Tell me about it?" His voice is gentle, question not demanding in the slightest, you love him for that, but you can't bring yourself to do what he asks.

"I'm fine Diego, how was your day?"

Diego moves from beside you on the couch, opting to kneel in front of you instead. You know this tactic, the way he gets you to look at him.

"More importantly, how was your day?" He ignores your question entirely, putting it back on you like a pro. Unluckily for Diego, you're just as good at deflecting.

"It was fine, d'you want coffee?" You stand, resting a gentle hand on Diego's shoulder as you move past him to the kitchen. The most efficient way to keep everything packed inside is to not get caught up in his sweet eyes.

"Hey, hey, wait." He's up on his feet now too, following you, and you have to admit, it's annoying how he won't let it go. "Talk to me, baby."

There's no escaping him or this situation you realise because with every lie he sees through you like glass. "What do you want to talk about?" You keep your back to him still, despite feeling yourself giving in. If you don't look at him, perhaps you can hold out a little longer.

"I wanna talk about you, and whatever's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

You scoff, trying your best to seem as though you're busy with coffee, even though it's four o'clock in the afternoon and you are sure as hell you don't need it. "I told you I'm okay, Diego."

"No, you're not." He's persistent. You'll give him that. "You're not smiling like usual. You've stopped doing all your cute, quirky shit, and you won't even look at me."

"What cute, quirky shit?"

You can hear Diego let out a breath from behind you, and you feel his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to him. "The rambling and the random humming."

You frown, "I don’t ramble."

Diego chuckles, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your back. "Oh, yes, you do. I get you started on something, and you're on it for hours." He takes a breath, and you feel that too. It runs right through you. "And that's not a negative thing, I love it when you ramble, which is why I hate it that you've stopped."

He's getting to you, breaking your walls down with each sweet word, and you have to pull away before the glass breaks. You shuffle yourself out of his arms, even when you feel cold doing so. "You don't like when I ramble, and you don't like it when I hum or fidget-"

"Who told you that?" Diego cuts you off. The frown on his face seems genuinely defensive as if he's ready to fight whoever has spread what he deems to be misinformation.

"Nobody Diego. Nobody told me, I just know."

"What'd you mean, you just know?" He takes a step forward, trying to meet you in the middle. You move back.

"I just know that I'm not good enough for you." It slips out before you can stop it, words hanging in the air like a model plane, suspended from a kids’ bedroom ceiling.

"Who the fuck told you that?" Diego looks utterly confused, though he always is.

"Nobody, it’s just—it's a feeling that I have." It's embarrassing to say aloud, and your body responds by shrinking into itself, one arm folded over your body, the other hand hiding your face. You feel sick, and you can sense the tears burning behind your eyes.

"Baby," You hear Diego move forward, heavy boots clunky angst the floorboards. "Hey, look at me."

"You're a fucking hero Diego, you have superpowers for god’s sake." You refuse to look at him, you can't. "I'm just—me."

"And I love you," Diego reaches to touch you and you move back, turning away. One touch from him and the floodgates will open. You can't put that on him, guilt trip him into staying with you forever.

"Hey, No. Don't do that." Diego captures you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. "I love you, and you mean more to me than some stupid ability to throw shit. I fucking love you."

You try to hide a sniffle with a deep breath, hands still over your eyes. You think if you keep them there, you can trap the tears inside.

"Hey, are you hearing me?" Diego's voice is soft, gentle and so reassuring that you could get lost in it. "How many times do I have to say it for you to believe me? What can I do to make you believe me?"

All you do is shake your head. it doesn't make sense to do so, but right now words aren't your strong point. Diego kisses the back of your head, then your neck, and your shoulder. He's trying to make you laugh, smile, say something, and you know it.

"If it's between the both of us, I think I'm the one that doesn't deserve you, okay?" You sniffle again, a breathy chuckle passing through your lips. "Don't you laugh at that baby, I'm being serious."

You know he is, and even if you find it hard to believe, it does make you feel better. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't you do that either." Diego turns you around, pulling you in for a hug. "No apologising."

You hug him back because it's all you can think of to do, and you find your spirits lifting, even despite your doubts.

"I need you to make me a promise," Diego gives you a squeeze, words muttered into your hair.

"Okay."

He pulls back, just enough so that he can see your face as he takes it in his hands. "You promise me that if you ever feel like that again, you come to me. We'll talk it out, and every time I'll tell you just how many people I would kill for you."

He smiles and you try to mimic the expression. The honesty in his voice silences the racing of your mind for the minute, and you feel comfortable with yourself again.

"Now give me a kiss."

You laugh at that but do as he says before he brings you in for another hug, squeezing you so tight you can hardly breathe. It feels great, losing your breath over him, and you'll happily do it again and again, knowing that he feels the same.

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