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Drunken Revelation | Ben Hargreeves

SPARROW!BEN x ASSASSIN!READER

SUMMARY : You went to a party to accomplish a mission as an assassin, except you bumped into your past lover, which happens to be Ben. After you finished your work, he stumbled into you drunkenly. So you offered him some comforts.

WORD COUNT : 1977

WARNINGS : unedited, messy, comfort, fluff.

The sun is setting and the sky began to turn dark. You in a suit with a little hint of gothic style arrived at at an exclusive party where only important people are invited to be there, yet now you're here for the sake of a mission, to assassinate a target to make a living.

But fortunately or unfortunately, depends on you perceive it, you bump into your past lover. Who is now alive in this timeline. You look at his face with intent stare, scanning all over his face, body. You couldn't believe that the person you loved so much, the person that you'd offer your life that died 15 years ago is now right in front of you, which happens to be Ben Hargreeves.

Your face become pale, what is this? He enters the room with six other people. In the moment you realize he's a Sparrow, he notices you. He tilted his head as he approaches you.

"What are you looking at? Wait a second.." he thought for a second then looks at you.

"You're the one who stalked me that day, aren't you?" Damn, he recognized you. You took a deep breath before opening your mouth to speak.

"I.. am not quite sure what are you saying, but.. I'm not here because of you." You explained then continues "I don't wanna ruin anybody's party and i have never intended to stalk anybody."

He nods, then sigh. "You know what? I'll see you later."

"What?" He leaves you to go with his siblings. Your eyes widen, you knew it was just a phrase, but your mind travels around, wondering if he would actually going to seeing you again later. You didn't knew what were you thinking, so you snapped out of it.

"Remember why you're here, stupid" you mumbled.

You blend into the party, just like the other people. Doing nothing suspicious, except that you're keeping an eye at your target. Thankfully no one noticed. Then you engage with the target with a small talk. After the conference is over, you approach your target again.

You chuckle a bit. "Anyway, Mr. Rodriguez are you coming home soon?" You asked with a calm tone, smiling genuine.

He opened his mouth to speak, "Well, I was about to, sweetheart. Why, want to come home with me?"

He asked flirtatiously. You smirk as you lean closer to him. "Why not?" You wrap your arms in his, of course not because you're attracted, it's clear only for a mission, he'll die anyway. You will never hooked by a flirty, perverted guy in his 40s, but you're good at hiding your disgust behind your smile. Not noticing that an eye has been watching you the entire party.

You walk him to the parking lot, it was dark and quiet. Only the two of you were there because everyone else has left the party.

"And by the way, Mr. Rodriguez, why would you let a random woman to come home with you, if I may ask?"

He laughs, "well here's the thing, sweetie. I don't just straight up asking any woman around to come home with me. Only the lucky ones~" you smile, trying your best not to throw up. "But! You're different. We've been talking and I think you're a nice person.. I feel a different kind of attraction when we interact, Seperti ikan memakan umpan."

You lean closer, "so you.. trusted me? Don't you think I might do something bad to you since I'm a stranger"

"I trust you.."

"Oh I'm sorry.. but my jobs says no."

All of the sudden, you strangled him quick as you pull out your knife and slices his neck. Putting his now dead body into his car and cleans all the blood before deposing the body.

After you finished, you walk away and passes a drunken Ben. Looks like he had too much tequilas.

"Ben?"

Out of instinct, you approach him and looks in worry.

" 'the hell are you still here?"

Ben Hargreeves had always been known for his rebellious streak among the Umbrella Academy siblings. In this particularly wild Friday night, he found himself at a raucous party, the music pounding in his ears and the scent of alcohol hanging heavy in the air.

As Ben mingled through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loneliness. Despite his supernatural abilities, he was still disconnected from the world around him. He decided to drown his sorrows in drink, grabbing the nearest cocktail and downing it in one gulp.

As the night wore on, Ben's tolerance for alcohol was quickly eroding, and his actions grew more erratic. He stumbled through the dimly lit mansion, accidentally bumping into furniture and partygoers alike. His brothers and sisters were nowhere in sight, lost in the chaos of the party.

It was then that Ben spotted someone who seemed out of place at such a wild gathering. Y/N, walking around after a mission, about to come home in an immediate. With an air of quiet confidence, observing the party with a subtle detachment. Ben, feeling drawn to this enigmatic presence, stumbled over to her.

"Hey there," Ben slurred, swaying on his feet. "You're not from around here, are you?"

You turned to look at Ben, his amber eyes locking onto the inebriated Hargreeves. " 'the hell are you still here?" He didn't answer, as if he still waits for you to answer his question first.

"I.. am. Not from here, But it seems like you could use a hand. You don't look like you're in the best shape."

Ben let out a bitter laugh. "You got that right. I'm just... tired of it all, you know? Being different, never fitting in."

You regarded Ben for a moment before making a decision. "Come on, let's get you out of here. You shouldn't be alone in this state."

With surprising strength, you helped Ben out of the chaotic party and into his car. Ben's head was spinning, and he struggled to stay upright. You drove in silence, taking him to the quiet darkness of the city streets.

You glance at him occasionally, and smiles slightly. He noticed that and chuckles.

"Why, do I look funny or handsome?.." He flirt, and you decided to play it along as well.

"You remind me of a magnet because you sure are attracting me over here." You said, as you smirk at him in a flirty way. You put your chin on your palm of your hand while your eyes are locked into his. A cold breeze of wind flows in the night air.

He looks at you with a slight of confusion in his eyes, "shut up.." he said in a bit of rude tone. You smile at him.

"I won't, you can never bear seeing me keeps shutting up. You love it when I talk." You chuckled. Ben rolled his eyes as he lean his back to his chair, but then he chuckles as well.

He mumbled, "You're not wrong though".

You smiled, not because of his words, but because of the thought that you were finally with him again. The Ben that you had fallen in love with when you were younger has been dead for almost fifteen years... and you have to remind yourself about it. Getting over his death is one of the hardest things you had to do in life, but then you saw him. Alive, and obviously breathing. It was hard to gain his trust again, but as time flows he starts to open up with you. Especially that he grew up in a different environment with different people, that now he's a little different than the Ben you used to know.

You lean your back, resting your back you clear your throat, but the moment you were about to open your mouth, he was quick to cut it before you even talked .

"Hey.. it seems like I knew you somewhere... You seem very familiar" He looks at you in the eye. So you lean in to hear what he says, intrigued.

"Y/N," he began cautiously, "there's something about you... something familiar. It's like we've met before."

You chuckled, not wanting to tell the truth about what happened before this timeline. But he looks at you, looking deep into your eyes.

"That's cute, Ben. But let's get you home quick. I guess you're getting more drunk." He didn't said anything.

As they arrived at the Sparrow Academy, Asch helped him inside and settled him on the bed. Ben's defenses were down, and he found himself pouring out his frustrations and insecurities to this stranger.

"I'm supposed to be a superhero, but I feel like a failure," Ben confessed, his voice breaking. "I can't even connect with my own family anymore."

You listened patiently, offering a comforting presence. You didn't judge or offer empty platitudes; you simply allowed Ben to vent.

"You're not alone in feeling that way," you finally spoke softly. "Sometimes, we all need a reminder that we're human, no matter what abilities we may have. You can always find your way back to your family."

He leaned on you for support. In that moment, he felt a connection, a sense of understanding that he hadn't felt in a long time. Your words were a lifeline, and for the first time in years, Ben believed that he could mend the rift between himself and his siblings.

Breaking the silence, you cleared your throat, your eyes locked onto Ben's. "Ben," you began, your voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and longing, "there's something I need to tell you."

Ben turned to you, his gaze curious but expectant. "What is it, y/n?"

Taking a deep breath, you began your confession, your words slow and measured. "In the original timeline, before this world was fractured, you and I... we were more than just friends. We were lovers."

Ben's eyes widened with surprise, and a wave of emotions washed over him. Confusion, disbelief, and a strange sense of déjà vu all battled for dominance in his mind. "Lovers?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "Yes, lovers," you affirmed. "We shared a deep connection, one that transcended the complexities of our lives as Sparrows. But then, the timeline fractured, and everything changed."

Ben struggled to process this revelation, his mind racing to reconcile the person he had become with the past you was describing. "I... I don't remember any of this," he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing.

You reached out and gently took his hand, her touch offering both comfort and reassurance. "The fracture erased many memories, Ben. But I wanted you to know because... because even though the timeline has been altered, my feelings for you remain."

Ben's heart swelled with a newfound understanding. He may not remember their past together, but he could feel the connection between them, as if it were an unbroken thread that had survived the chaos of time.

You continued, your voice soft but determined. "I care about you, Ben, in this timeline and the one we've lost. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect you, no matter what challenges we face."

A bittersweet smile graced Ben's lips as he squeezed Asch's hand in return. In that moment, he realized that their love, though hidden in the depths of time, had never truly faded. It was a connection that defied the fractures of the universe, and it gave him hope for a future where they could find each other once more.

As the night wore on, you stayed by Ben's side, providing the comfort and companionship he so desperately needed. It was a strange and unexpected connection, but sometimes, in the darkest moments, that's when the most meaningful connections are formed.

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jasontoddssoulmate · 3 years

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I made an account for the sole purpose of this TUA fic concept

I’m a sucker for those “the characters read the books/watch the series” fics and I’ve read a little for TUA but I just had the idea:

The Hargreeves kids watching the two seasons but instead of just the seven of them, their birth mothers are brought in to watch as well

Maybe have the birth mothers family (if they have any) watch it with them

This happens before everything. Before Ben’s death, before Five’s disappearance, before they even have their names. The kids, One through Seven, are brought in. Maybe when they’re old enough to get the gist of what’s going on, but before they’re 13.

These 6 young women are brought in (because I adore that Luther and Five being twins is canon in the comics and I love the mention of it), and they’re confused because maybe The Umbrella Academy isn’t internationally well known so the kids are familiar but they can’t put the name to the face. Not until they introduce themselves, anyways, and suddenly they’re face to face with the baby that they gave away years ago.

Maybe a few of them regret it, maybe they tried to forget it, maybe they spend so much of their time thinking about it or maybe they’re overjoyed that their baby seems to be doing so well.

But their names.

There’s just so much about them that doesn’t feel,,, so right? Maybe that’s not the word for it but they’re too polite sometimes, their casually cruel treatment towards their sister isn’t normal and the way that they simultaneously act entitled and inferior towards each other isn’t suppose to be as normal as the kids make it out to be.

All in all, the women are confused and maybe a bit wary of their casual usage of powers among each other that’s normal to the siblings as much as it is abnormal to the birth mothers.

But communication is easy since each child learned their own mother language as well as the language of their siblings birth place and then some which only seems to remind the women that holy shit these kids are technically rich because of their father

The Hargreeves though? They’re confused and wary as hell. They may not have been introduced as The Inaugural Class of The Umbrella Academy yet (or maybe they have considering what your timeline is) but they’ve been training for most of their life and the situation is baffling. Here are these random people that they’ve never met before (at least to their knowledge) and they’ve never had to go outside to interact with others, not really at least.

So it makes sense that they go for polite but threatening. They maybe decide unanimously that the weaker willed ones like Four, Six and Seven are discreetly protected behind their older (in spirit) siblings, One, Two, Three and Five.

But they’re no real threat, its obvious in the way that the Hispanic woman uses such an endearing term like “mijo/a” and the way that the Russian woman has an ever present smile on her face and such a sweet disposition that reminds them of their littlest sibling and hey her eyes look just like Seven

So after a while, they’re more open to being relaxed. Not Five though, he’s always been just a little paranoid and being a 58-year-old in a 13-year-old body never had anything to do with it. So he’s got a harsh personality but the Danish woman doesn’t seem to be deterred. He kind of reminds her of her older twin brother who acts so harshly, but who she knows loves her so much.

So here are 7 siblings and 6 women and maybe family that was there for the women when they needed them the most. And maybe the person(s) behind this decide to be kept anonymous but they oh so want the children to get to know what being cared for is like. Maybe these women get to know the consequences of their actions or the children learn that the one who birthed them had their reasons. And it’s no excuse but it’s also not their fault. Both parties should be able to feel what they feel because it’s a complicated and maybe painful situation.

The children lose their respect for their father every episode. Even One, who they all know cherished the favoritism but it doesn’t get in the way of his horror when he finds out that he used to lock Four in the mausoleum, still does if the flashbacks are anything to go by because not Four, not the kindest and brightest of their siblings.

And when they learn of Seven’s powers and the reason why they are never present, they are understandably upset. They feel rage and disbelief that she had such a crucial part of herself ripped away at such a young age, because they know that their powers are like another limb. They’re born with it and they grow up with it and they were able to live their life with it so they feel rage. Rage that Seven had been so violated. Rage that the Seven they know isn’t really the Seven she was suppose to grow up to be. The Seven they knew as toddlers was sweet towards them but had a mean protective streak a mile wide that could never be controlled, not even by their father. The Seven they know now is so meek and desperate for attention. The Russian woman looks the most devastated as she thinks of the baby girl she got to hold for only a few hours before she was whisked away by a rich old man who is turning out to be the monster that one often hears about in television.

But the women? They watch as the children in front of them, maybe a little damaged and emotionally constipated but so obviously protective and caring for each other, grow to be the grow ups in the screen above them that grow up and grow apart after so much tragedy.

They watch as seven eventually becomes five.

How Luther is sent to isolation for years and he goes along with it in a bid to continue to please their father.

How Diego continues to rebel because he wasn’t able to growing up but also maybe because he wants to spite his father, no matter how much he protests that he could care less what his father thinks.

How Allison goes through a divorce and loses her parental rights to even see her daughter due to her dependence of her powers that leaves her devastated.

How Klaus is an addict who desperately wishes to get rid of the ghosts that have followed him all his life.

How Five disappears only a little while after their current timeline.

How Ben was brutally killed by his own powers, never getting to grow up and become his own person.

How Vanya can’t seem to do anything but go through the motions of her life, maybe having a little hope that she’ll be seen this time around, but is quickly squashed from Diego’s disparaging comments and the casual dismissal of her from her living siblings.

They watch all this, and feel sadness and rightful anger that their babies lead the life of ex-child superheroes. The life of abused children. The life of children who had only each other.

But was it really enough? Was it enough to know that they loved each other but had a hard time showing it and owning up to it due to fear of their father? Due to the constant comparisons and the way Sir Reginald had them turn on each other.

But they knew it was enough. They see it in how Diego waits for Klaus to drive him around even after he had expresses annoyance beforehand, in the joy on Allison’s face when she sees Klaus again after so long, in how Five makes sure to check up on Klaus after his kidnapping, on Luther’s face when he apologizes to Vanya after realizing his own misgivings, in Ben’s task of continuing to follow his brother around even when it pains him and in Klaus trying to comfort Luther after he finds the unopened correspondents. They see it in the support they show Vanya as she goes to check on Harlan.

It had to be enough to know that after all they went through, they still care for one another and at the end of the day, would protect one another just as they were as One through Seven.

So they watch what would be the Hargreeve’s kids misadventures, they watch as they grow together and grow apart just to grow together again, much stronger than before.

They express sadness and disbelief when they see where Five ends up, they get mad when Leonard throws Vanya’s pills away, they grieve when they learn that Ben is dead, they’re embarrassed but find it hilarious whenever Klaus cracks an inappropriate joke, they become protective when there’s allusion to Vanya having sex, and are rightfully ready to throw down with Leonard as they watch their littlest sibling get gaslit into believing her family hates her as he nitpicks all of her interactions with her family.

But just as they express their feelings over what happens to their family, they feel an immense amount of exasperation towards their older selves because so much could be fixed if they only talked to each other.

They watch and despair over the missed opportunity that is Leonard in the same house as them just as they find out what his role is in the apocalypse.

Four tears up as he watched Klaus and Dave’s reunion be undone after all the heartache.

Seven cringes when Vanya dismisses Five’s claims that he had been stuck in an apocalyptic wasteland and suggests that he’s gone crazy after his stint with time travel.

Three feels her heart drop to her stomach as the flashback shows what becomes the moment that she faces the hard truth that come with her use of her powers.

Five feels himself flush in embarrassment as he watched two version of himself in the future, one that looks not much older than he does currently, go through paradox psychosis.

Six feels frustration and a fierce grief that leaves him confused because he’s still alive he’s not dead, but I don’t have much longer.

One feels horror as he watches himself hurt his siblings one after the other with a sense of helplessness because this isn’t me, I wouldn’t do this but I already did, why would I hurt my siblings, I’m Number One I have to be the one who protects them-

The women, on the other hand, see themselves in their children.

The French woman sees how her daughter and granddaughter, it seems, both look like a carbon copy of herself and her own mother.

The Danish woman sees herself and her twin brother in Luther and Five. Sees her own personality reflected in Luther and her brothers personality in Five. Sees how her twins care just as much for each other and their siblings as herself and her brother do each other.

The Hispanic woman sees Diego’s fierce sense of justice that leaves others in the dust, and sees herself as she fought to keep her boy but ultimately lost him just as Diego loses Eudora. She thinks to herself like mother like son and bitterly laughs to herself but she’s so grateful that Diego had a mother who cared for him just as she cared for him because she often though about him and always made sure to commemorate his birthday.

The German woman can’t help but see herself in her boy. Can’t help but see her little brother in him. Can’t help but see her older brother in him. Because Klaus is so joyful but he hides his pain behind a mask like her younger brother, he’s so loving towards his siblings like her older brother, and so nonsensical like herself. So like herself, down to the curly hair and the addiction. Even if she was able to overcome it with support from her family, it pains her and leaves her in despair to see Klaus and can’t find fault in those he had around him because she sees how much they try and sees how hard the Hargreeves find expressing emotion is to others.

The Asian woman sees how sweet and shy her youngest is and thinks only of her oldest, who reminds her so much of him and can only despair in seeing that he didn’t live as long as her oldest had. She can only ask herself why her children don’t seem to be able to see themselves to adulthood but can only be grateful that even in death he has someone with him.

The Russian woman knows that her husband sees her in little number Seven, in Vanya, no matter how little that is. Maybe their personalities aren’t so similar because Seven is shy but she’s got the sweetest heart and so clearly loves her siblings. She has the same smile that she has and her little doe eyes remind her of herself when she was younger. She’s so small next to her siblings, just like herself.

So they see themselves in these kids, these grown ups. But so do the Hargreeves.

They see how Luther looks like what the Danish woman would look like as a man and how Five looks exactly like a younger version of the Danish man who introduced himself as the woman's older brother.

They see how Two has the same skin tone and facial structure as the Hispanic woman.

They see that Allison looks exactly like the French woman and see the same in Claire.

They see Four’s curly hair and slim build in the German woman.

They notice how Six shares the same dark hair and lower facial features.

They see Seven’s eyes and smile and short stature in the Russian woman.

So maybe they don’t know them well enough to see what the women see, but they grow to see it overtime because they spend so much time there, in this suspended room in time.

The women insist on getting to know them and vice versa. They insist that they have to talk about their feelings and assure them or gently scold them, depending on the reason, for what they feel because god do these children need to learn how to talk more about their emotions in a healthy way.

They get closer to the children and start to really see their childish side. They all fight over the silliest things, and become pouty when attention isn’t being drawn over to them. They crave physical affection, even Five who won’t admit that his maternal uncle patting him and One of the head made him feel all gooey inside. They make faces towards foods that they don’t like and still prefer junk food over real food.

So maybe it’s harder to let themselves act like children because they’re being conditioned to not “be childish” but even then they have their lapses in control. Four enters a state of panic after being reminded of his time in the mausoleum. One feels overwhelming guilt when he sees how Luther hurts Klaus and reminds himself that he’s the one that needs to protect them, as the leader and self proclaimed older sibling. Five feels himself cry for the first time in a long while when he sees how his siblings act towards him in the future and realize it hurts him deeply because he knows that he’s messed up their lives a lot but can’t they see that he only want to keep them alive, he doesn’t want to see them die again, he can’t-

But instead of being shamed into controlling their emotions, they are comforted and reassured. Four’s birth mother helps ground him and counts his breathing with him to keep him from falling further into his panic. One get’s reassured by his birth mother that his future self isn’t his current self. That everyone in the room has seen just how much he cares for his siblings and knows he would do anything for them. The twins uncle gives into his urge and hugs Five, whispering in a hushed tone that it’s okay to cry, to let it all out. He whispers that his older siblings are being idiots and if they knew just how much their actions were hurting you, they wouldn’t hesitate to apologize and hug you too. His words only make Five cry harder.

So they are cared for and allowed to be themselves fully and can be childish to their hearts content. And their birth families watch on in amazement and adoration.

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I have so much more that I’ll probably add later, but basically I want them to be cared for, allowed to care for each other and learn to express themselves better. I want to see them get to have a good relationship with an adult and if possible their birth mothers.

Pls share links and stuff if you get inspired, I’m not much for writing fanfic but I really do want to see something like this. I’d read the shit out of it. I have so much more that I want to add but I’ll probably do something about it later.

#i just think it's neat #they deserve to be cared for #Luther and Five are twins #they may all be the same age but there's definitely an older sibling/little sibling vibe among them all #i love the idea of each of the kids and the women seeing family traits in each other #i headcanon Vanya as a feral protector of her siblings before Sir Hardass took away her powers #Vanya was the epitome of i've only had them for a day but if anything happened to them i'd kill everyone in this room then myself #except she was raised with them but my point still stands #they watch the series #i have mixed feelings about the Hargreeves birth mothers #protectiveHargreeves #protectivesiblings #lutherhargreeves #allisonhargreeves #diegohargreeves #klaushargreeves #tua five #five hargreeves #fivehargreeves #benhargreeves #vanyahargreeves #spaceboy #thekraken #therumor #theseance #the horror #the boy

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