Hi! can I request a sparrow!ben with a reader who was part of sparrow academy but had died, but in the scene where the two academies met reader was part of the umbrella academy (a different version ofc) and ben is just 😨😨
a/n: this is written mostly from ben’s perspective and was a lot of fun to do so i hope you enjoy!
warnings: angst, mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms
summary: no matter the timeline, you and Ben are destined to find your way back to each other.
Ben Hargreeves had no weaknesses.
He was cold and calloused, tough enough to take on any challenge thrown his way no matter how difficult. His resolve had been hardened in the years of his adolescence, and as he stood before these strangers who claimed to be his “family” he felt nothing but pure contempt for each and every one of them— their pleas for his understanding and help did nothing to appeal to any sense of sympathy left within his cruel heart.
But as his hardened gaze scanned through the group, his eyes met her own, and that cold exterior of his melted away in an instant.
Ben Hargreeves had no weaknesses, except for one: y/n.
She was as beautiful as the day he’d last been able to lay eyes on her, though the woman before him was standing warm and alive instead of lying peacefully in a coffin six feet under. This girl, this y/n, she was not his, a detail proven to be obvious by the way she cowered underneath his gaze and hid behind the man with the long hair and scar over his left brow. And still he found his heart pounding in his chest and palms clamming up at his sides, nerves twisting like a knife in his gut. His teammates looked on unsure from above, just as stunned to see her despite the fact that she was supposed to be dead.
“Is this some kind of trick?” He sneers after a moment of silence, an accusing glare sent her way.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammers, eyes wide and mouth agape as if she’d seen a ghost, and perhaps she had. Her fingers dig into Diego’s bicep as she peeks out from behind his figure and attempts to confront the boy from her past. It’s odd to see him all grown up, big and strong and cold, a bittersweet vision into what could have been had that fateful day never occurred.
“Who are you?” He demands.
“My name is y/n.“
“You’re lying,” Ben snaps. “You can’t be y/n. Y/n is dead, you’re not supposed to be here.”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, the girl carefully steps towards the man before her. His eyes never leave her as she reaches for the metal chain around her neck and carefully offers it to him, refusing to meet his gaze as she shuffles on her feet and waits for him to take it.
“I may not be the y/n you know in this life, but I am the one you knew in another.”
A dainty picture locket is attached to the end of the necklace, and as Ben slowly pries it open he is met with the face of his younger self. This version of him looks timid and meek, too soft to be a Sparrow, but it is him, and his photo rests in the locket identical to the one his y/n had left behind. The picture inside is different from the one she had kept, but it’s enough to prove that it is her, at least a different version anyway.
And it seemed that no matter what timeline they lived in, they always managed to find their way back to each other.
Noting the recognition and acceptance in his features, y/n offers the man a timid smile and a hopeful look. “It’s nice to see you, Ben.”
The force of his hug prompts a gasp to come tumbling past her lips as he yanks her by the arm into his chest and holds her tightly against him in response. He’s always had a soft spot for the girl, and it’s no different now as he squeezes her close and nestles his face into the crook of her neck. Is it healthy of him to use another woman to fill the hole that his lover had left behind? Maybe not, but they were one in the same, and he felt he deserved this. This was the universe apologizing to him for taking her away in the first place, and now that he had y/n back in his arms, he had no intention of letting her go again.
Even if that meant fighting off her team in order to keep her all to himself.
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Thoughts on the PCs so far
Dariax: An absolute treat. I knew going in I was looking forward to seeing Matt as a PC but oh man. He said he was turning his brain off and being a chaotic PC and by god did he do it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a healer who’s both low int AND low wis so this will be fun. Strong contender for favorite. Can’t wait for the inevitable prank war.
Dorian: He’s pretty. I hope Robbie sings at least once. He’s a bard and Robbie has a good voice it would be cool of him to do that. I haven’t totally gotten a bead on how I feel about Dorian as a character yet entirely but I generally like him. I like secret rich kids with a heart of gold running away from their gilded cage, because that’s totally who he is right? That’s the vibe I got from that one conversation at least. Also he’s pretty did I mention that? He is aesthetic.
Orym: 13 int means he is the owner of the only braincell. He’s also the token good boy. Well Dorian didn’t want to steal either so they can be good boys together. (And maybe kiss you know maybe I want Dorian and Orym to kiss just a little). I was surprised str was the fighter’s lowest stat then he used boots of striding and springing and started throwing daggers in that fight so apparently he’s just short discount Air Ashari Vax. J/
Fearne: Contender number two for favorite. She is pretty and I love the juxtaposition between soft spoken soft pretty nature fawn who is an absolute chaos druid covered in poisonous plants with a fire monkey who may or may not be evil (I love Little Mister). I adore how Ashley plays her so far. She’s just so softly chaotic.
Opal: Contender number three for favorite. She has no filter and yells to the sky for food or for her grandma or for the guards (one out of three worked. It was the wrong one.) I love her. She mildly reminds me of Jester, but less…focused? Jester was chaos that was directed, she knew what she was doing even when it seemed like she was doing the most random things (see: giving a hag a cupcake). Opal is just pastel chaos warlock who shot someone in the dick and won a pissing contest on their first day together, and I love her for it.
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