#and five tapping klaus when he came back from the dead to make sure he was there

[thehargreevesfam]

The Five and Klaus interactions were amazing this season. It made me so happy. Klaus whining ‘no Five don’t leave’ Five responding ‘No Klaus, I’m leaving’, Five giving the karaoke mic to Klaus and choosing him for the duet, sitting at the bar and talking over each other about their recent, respective experiences. They were just always ready to talk and/or listen to each other. And the best example of that was that road trip, which was one of my favorite parts of the whole season.

I mean aside from ‘We’re gonna crash!’ ‘I don’t care! No twine no birth mother!’ which was fucking gold, the moment where they’re at the ball of twine and they just take a moment to talk was so touching. Five asks Klaus about his birth mother. He’s genuinely interested in what he has to say and his reasoning behind the trip. And by the end of the conversation, Klaus tells Five he’s glad he came along and he’s a good brother. And he is. It was so nice to see Five finally be appreciated, and by his soft expression, he felt good about it too.

This season seemed to have less fight scenes for the sake of exploring what family truly is, and it started with that scene of Five and Klaus. They talk over each other a bit, but together they end with ‘What’s the point?’. Because they understand. They’re on the same page.

Also…this trip is when we see Five genuinely smile for the first time in a bit, so I just loved it so much. Klaus going ‘Love you too little dancer!’ also deserves an honorable mention. That whole scene just. Had me in my fucking feels.

#tua s3 spoilers #the umbrella academy #number five #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #also five holding klaus’ hand and being concerned about paradox was so cute oml #and five tapping klaus when he came back from the dead to make sure he was there #I just…loved them this season okay

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Welcome Back

Relationship: Five Hargreeves x Female Reader

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Warnings: Cussing, sarcasm, spoilers for season 1

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Seeing a family member could be many things. It could be traumatizing. It could be exciting. It could even be crazy. Well, knowing my family, it could be anything but any of those options. As kids, an important family member ran away. To be more specific…he disappeared. I think about him everyday. 

But now…now I think I’m hallucinating him.

“Shit…I should really get a therapist…” I mumble, glancing at my brother at the end of the store aisle. Of course, he was a hallucination. He looked just how he left. A thirteen year old Five Hargreeves. 

He gave me a wide smile, one I haven’t seen in a very long time. His hands were stuck in his pockets as he strode towards me. “(Y/N)...it’s great to see you.” 

I look at my surroundings to make sure nobody would think I’m crazy. I then slowly put the few cans of food that were in my hands on the shelf where they belong, trying to look as normal as possible. “And he talks? What did Klaus put in my food…?” 

Five looks around in confusion, still keeping his smile. “Are you…okay, (Y/N)?”

I lean in towards him since he and I are the same height. “Would you go away? I don’t need hallucinations in my life right now.” I whispered to him.

He scoffs. “You think I’m…” He paused. He grabs my arm a little roughly, but nothing to cause a bruise. He almost yanked me out of my spot. “It’s really me!”

My eyes widened at his little show. He’s real. “Oh my god…Five?” My arms wrap around him tightly in a surprise hug. He grumbles at the contact but lightly taps my back in somewhat comfort. 

“Yeah. yeah, it’s me.” His smile seemed to be fake, or in some kind of sarcasm style. 

“How are you here? And why are you…like this?” I point out.

He looks around while he fidgets. “Long story. I came here to talk to you about something.”

I frown. He really hasn’t changed. “Oh, really? What is it?” I walk across the aisle to grab a couple more cans and head back to my spot. Five followed me around like a baby chick. Well, maybe an angry one.

“The family is back together at home. An apoco-”

“-What? Everyone got back together? When?” I interrupted him. A few more cans are grabbed from the cart.

“You didn’t know? Dad’s funeral.” Five probably got tired of me walking back and forth as he grabbed the box full of cans I was grabbing from. I thanked him quietly while I listened. “He’s dead. A heart attack.”

“Dad died? That’s…interesting.” I shrug my shoulders. “I left as soon as I could. More like Dad helped me move out by buying me a place to live.” I chuckle.

Five looked confused yet upset by the news. “He just…let you leave?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t have any powers, remember?”

“Right. Anyways. There’s an apocalypse coming-”

“-What?!” I jump.

He sighs in agitation. “Would you stop interrupting me?” At this point, the box is completely empty. He tosses it to the side, making it into the half full cart a few feet away. I stay quiet to let him finish. “Thanks. Now, there’s an apocalypse in a few days. We need your help.”

“Why me?”

“Why not? You’re family, are you not?” 

The more we talked, the more frustrated he seemed to be getting. “Look, Five…I can’t. I don’t have any powers.”

“So does Vanya. And she’s waiting at home just like the rest of us. With her family. Are you really gonna stay here working at a shabby store?”

I huff at his comment. “Ouch. It’s not like I can teleport through time and stay as a kid and live a different life.” 

Five pinched his nose. “God damn it. I am not going there.” He mumbles, as if to remind himself not to fight with his own sister. “Just come with us, or I’ll drag you there.”

“Okay, that’s not fair. Those aren’t really options.” I fight back.

He grabs my arm once more, but this time he drags me through the store. “I don’t care. You are coming back home whether you like it or not.”

A part of me craves his attention like I did back then. His sorrowful and smartass moods weren’t very pleasant, but they were what made him…him. The other part wishes I never existed. A life in the Hargreeves family wasn’t something anybody would want. At least my favorite brother was in part of it…

A soft smile spreads on my lips. “So…the uniform still fits?”

He scowls at the fact. “Just shut up and follow me.”

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[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Only Growing | Five Hargreeves

✦ pairing — Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.6k

✦ summary — Five and you get a second chance. Like everything with The Hargreeves, it’s more complicated than it sounds.

✦ warnings — angst, spoilers for season 2 (the story doesn’t follow canon, though), mentions of violence, mentions of food, language, fluff.

✦ a/n — the brief text in italics is a flashback.

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You were used to silence. Diego had never been one for staying home doing nothing. Sometimes he would leave you a note that said not to wait up for him if you were lucky, but you never had the pleasure to get home from work and have your boyfriend there.

Ex-boyfriend now. He had found himself someone else. Years had passed for him when a mere day went by for you.

You had been a fool, thinking things would finally go your way. Ever since Five disappeared, life proved you time after time how unlucky you were.

Nonetheless, you understood. No one had understood Diego better than you had, it was the reason why your relationship had lasted.

Diego hadn’t been a dick about it. He offered to give you time, reminded you to get closer to your best friend, and apologized for something that hadn’t been his fault.

He had said, “Talk to Five.” If only it was that easy. Five hadn’t visited you yet — according to Luther, who had driven Diego to your place so he could pack his things and introduce you to his new girlfriend, Five needed to take care of something first.

It was no secret that you would do anything for Five. Certainly not to Diego who many times had reproached you for missing his brother so intensely to the point of neglecting him.

You loved Diego, how couldn’t you? But you had never been capable of hiding how much you missed Five. Just like you weren’t capable of hiding how much seeing him with someone else hurt.

He had promised he would never leave and days later you had watched him carry his belongings to the doorstep with another woman by his side.

Now you were forced to fall asleep in a silent bedroom at a house too big for one person.

Woken up by incessant knocking on the front door, you grumpily walked down the stairs. Every single one of your acquaintances knew your schedule was hectic so you weren’t expecting any of them.

Swinging the door open, you were greeted by a tall man. His green eyes shined as he buried his hands in his pockets.

You didn’t understand why he was expecting you to speak first, or how a man could have such soft-looking hair.

Shaking the latter thought off, you asked, “Can I help you?”

“It’s me.”

“That... doesn’t answer my question.”

He sighed loudly. “I’m Five, you idiot.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, yeah? And I’m a Nobel Laureate.”

“Ask me something only Five Hargreeves would know.”

You glanced past his shoulder, making sure there was no one nearby. “What’s the last thing I told you before you left back when we were kids?”

He lowered his head. “That you needed me.”

”You can’t attempt traveling through time! What if something goes wrong?”

Five shook his head. “I’m not stupid. Everything will go smoothly.”

You weren’t stupid either. Many things could go wrong. He could get lost, he could ruin the timeline, he could exhaust himself to the point of death...

“Five, please. I need you here with me,” your voice broke.

You couldn’t decipher the look he gave you. A blue flash of light blurred with your tears.

You dropped your arms and stepped to the side to let him in. “Why didn’t you use your powers?”

“I didn’t want to startle you,” he yelled from the kitchen.

You followed the sound of his voice. Some things never changed, it seemed. He was hovering over the coffee machine, tapping his thumbs against the counter.

“Since when do you care about scaring me?”

“Since my stupid brother taught you self-defense.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging the fridge door open. “You’re a trained assassin.”

“We both know I would never hurt you.”

Well, thank God. You would’ve been dead decades ago if he was willing to hurt you more than he had already.

Changing the subject, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. “How come you look like that now?”

“Should I be offended?”

“You looked like a teen a few days ago,” you defended yourself.

Five’s semblance softened. “I guess one of the things we did to mess the timeline worked in my favor.”

“You ruined the timeline?”

“A little bit.”

Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it, you dropped bread into the toaster.

He offered you some coffee, but you declined. The last thing you needed was getting more anxious than you were already.

Five tilted his head. With a sigh, he put the cup down and opened his arms. “Come here.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. His willingness to give affection didn’t come easy, and your eagerness for his attention had always been constant.

Arms around him, you rested your head on his shoulder. Five rubbed your tense back with one hand, pulling you closer with his other arm.

You squeezed him tight, trying your best to keep your tears in.

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Five had always persuaded you to do anything he wanted. Never something that would put you in danger although on some occasions you had gotten hurt by accident, but always things you wouldn’t do if it weren’t for him.

Attending one of his family reunions was one of those things. But he had asked nicely.

He had said it would be something casual, you wouldn’t have to stay for too long. He just needed someone beside him to ground him in case a fight broke out.

Once you were ready, he dropped the book he had been reading onto your coffee table and offered his hand.

You took it without even thinking about it, giving him a squeeze to assure him you were ready to teleport.

Your stomach flipped at first. An underlying tickling appeared in the lower area of your abdomen. His powers had always had that effect on you, and you had missed the sensation deeply.

Not having visited The Academy since Five disappeared, you found yourself in awe of how little it had changed.

“How are you not throwing up right now?”Allison asked, pulling you into a hug.

“She had enough training as a kid,” Five answered for you, carefully dropping your hand.

Klaus giggled. “I forgot you two sneaked everywhere together.”

As you parted from Allison, you shared a look with Five. You had always thought it was a well-kept secret that every time you felt sad or Five had a nightmare he would sneak into your room or sneak you into his.

You hugged Klaus next, then Vanya. Luther was in the kitchen, Diego and Lila in the living room.

Greeting your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend as warmly as you were capable of, you took a seat next to Five.

Seeing Diego with Lila didn’t hurt. Not like you imagined it would. His demeanor had changed from what you could tell, he looked calmer, happier. You were glad, the people you loved and their happiness were important for your own wellbeing.

In fact, you were more than glad. The Hargreeves siblings seemed to have gotten closer, their bickering was only that now — Luther was more open, warmer; Vanya participated in conversations, finally smiling around her family.

Five looked comfortable, too. Laughing loudly at Klaus’ antics. His eyes shined as he turned to look at you, laughter still intact. You couldn’t help but join him.

“Five,” Allison called for her brother, “my car broke. Can you take me home?”

He searched for your acknowledgment and held your gaze, twisting his mouth upward. You blinked slowly, assuring him you could handle it. Five gave you a sharp nod, standing up in a quick motion.

Diego refilled your glass. “You’ve got a shot with Five now...”

You let out a shaky breath. “Don’t tell him anything, please.”

“He deserves to know.”

You knew he did. His shock when he found out you were daring Diego had kept you up for days.

Five’s arrival saved you from saying anything else. He fixed his hair as he sat back down next to you, glaring at Diego who had still been staring at you, waiting for a good explanation.

You didn’t have one.

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The TV in the living room was on when you got home from work. Laying on the couch, hands tucked under his cheek, you found Five fast asleep.

He hadn’t told you he would visit. He must’ve dropped by impromptu.

Covering him with the blanket he had tossed to the side, you muted the TV. He would probably need the light when he woke up to go to the bathroom.

He grabbed your hand before you could leave. Wincing, you whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

“How was work?” He sleepily asked.

“We can talk in the morning. Get some rest.”

“Did you have a good day?”

Desperate for Five to get a few more hours of sleep, you nodded.

He didn’t let go of your hand, curling up on the couch. Whispering his name, you shook your wrist so he’d loosen his grip.

He mumbled something, but you didn’t understand what it was. His face was red, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Mmmh?” you prompted him to say it again.

“I needed you with me too.”

You kneeled on the rug, resting your chin on the arm of the couch. “You could’ve taken me with you.”

Scoffing, Five shifted on the couch to sit up. He let go of your hand, burying his fingers in his hair, tossing the dark locks to one side as he gripped them.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. You weren’t there. You didn’t watch everyone you love lying dead at your feet.”

“I had to lose you,” you reminded him, “and my parents in the span of two years.”

He whistled by mistake as he inhaled.

You didn’t let him speak. “I lived through hell staying with my uncle, you know how much he hated me. And I hated college but it was better than staying with people who blamed me for my mother’s death.”

“And then you chose Diego.”

“What does Diego have to do with anything?!”

“The last thing you said to me was that you needed me, but you still moved on.”

Calling it moving on was an insult. You had been willing to put your life on hold in case he came back, to be alone until he miraculously appeared one day and filled the void.

That was what lead you to Diego. Both of you were aware of the reason why you attracted the other — it hurt at times, not having your partner all for yourself, but you couldn’t complain when you weren’t completely his.

“You think I didn’t wait for you?” You chuckled bitterly. “Five, I swore we would get married and have a perfect life. But everything is easier at thirteen.”

He mocked you, “Oh, and you thought Diego would give you the perfect life you wanted?”

“No!” you yelled. “I just... I woke up, I guess.”

Five turned to his side to look at you. “Fall asleep again.”

“Five...”

“Do it. I’ll make it right this time.”

Your voice betrayed you by breaking. “What if you have to disappear again?”

He squeezed his eyes closed. For once, Five didn’t have an answer to your inquires, not even a sarcastic one.

You sniffed.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, placing his hands on top of yours. “Don’t cry, please. I hate seeing you like this.

You twisted your hands so your palms would be against his, fingers finding their way between his nimble ones. “I don’t want to go through all of that again.”

“I’ll take you with me if I have to,” he promised, dropping his head on top of yours.

He just wanted to stay there, inhaling the scent of your perfume. Five felt safe with your hands in his, actually safe — he could close his eyes and not worry about horrendous flashbacks,

You were there with him, not dead on the ground next to his siblings. He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, drawing circles on your soft skin.

“My knees hurt.”

Laughing softly, he moved away from you so you could stand up.

Five followed you with his eyes, twisting his body as you sat down beside him, rubbing your palms against your knees.

You gazed at him with watery eyes, bringing your hand to his face, tracing his jaw. God, you used to annoy him when you were kids, telling him he looked ugly every time he clenched it.

Smiling at the memory, you felt the movement of his muscles as he mirrored your smile.

“You still have dimples,” you told him, removing your hand so you could look at him properly.

He hurried to take your hand again, palm against the back of yours as he gripped it.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“You’re avoiding giving me an answer,” he observed, grip tightening around your hand.

You shook your head effusively. “It’s no secret I would follow you to the end of the world. Literally.”

“But this...” Five breathed out, “this is more than that, (Name).”

“You can’t even say it,” you mused, “and here I am, willing to give you everything I have and more.”

With his free hand, he cupped your cheek. “Don’t be stupid. It’s mutual, and I have no problem with expressing the way I feel.”

“What did you mean by ‘more than that’, then? Do you fear for my safety?”

“No.” He quickly rectified, “I do worry about your safety, but I’m capable of keeping both of us safe. I meant... things beyond being in danger and getting worried. That’s easy for us.”

You nodded against his warm palm, sensing he had more to say.

”I want normal things for us, good things. I don’t know how well I will do. I need you to know that, to be okay with me.”

It was like seeing that thirteen-year-old again, desperate to have the approval of his authority figure.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was ten,” you confessed through a breathy laugh. “You were insufferable, but I didn’t care. I’ve always been okay with you, even when you were an asshole to me.”

“I was trying to get your attention.”

“I know that now.”

His eyes, full of emotion, focused on yours. You didn’t care if he wanted to make sure you weren’t lying, taking offense would’ve been dismissing everything he had gone through.

His eyes fell onto your lips. “Should I...”

“If you want.”

Bumping your nose as he dove in, he caught your lips between his in a clumsy kiss. You held the back of his head with your free hand, pulling him closer.

He let you guide him, getting more confident as he went on. You tilted your head to the other side, sliding your hand off his to place it on his shoulder.

Before pulling away, you gave him short kisses. Feeling him smile against your lips had to be the best thing in the world.

Suddenly, he remembered, “Hey, did you eat anything for dinner?”

“No...” Before he could chastise you or complain, you asked, “Do you want a sandwich?”

“Sure.”

You gave him a final short kiss. “Pick a movie, yeah? Whichever you want.”

“God, I love you.”

Five’s love for you had only grown throughout all those years. Thinking about the time you had spent together as kids kept him going; it had been a bittersweet coping mechanism.

Nothing compared to his love for you growing with you there.

He didn’t know how he had survived without the swelling in his chest upon watching you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from across the room while he waited for you to press play on the first movie he found.

He only knew he would never let go of it.

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Different (9)

Pairing(s): Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: "Put. Her. Down."

Warnings: Uh, none??

A/N: Sorry this part took so long, I just kinda lost motivation to write for a hot second there 🥺

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Repetitive noises typically annoyed people if they weren't the ones making it, but as YN laid, curled up on Five's bed as he wrote on the walls, the clacking of chalk against it was the only thing keeping her sane.

It gave her something to focus on- to keep her from thinking about Eudora's death, or the danger Diego was putting himself in, or what would happen to her younger self.

Upon seeing the traumatized girl, most people would scold Five for working on equations rather than comfort her. But Five knew her, and he knew that she needed time to process everything first. And when she was in need of comfort, he would be there- even if that meant not worrying about the apocalypse for a moment.

So, she laid on top of Five's bed, curled into herself. Five stood in front of her, writing on the wall behind her.

The writing stopped, and YN's thoughts started.

"Okay, I think I've got something." She looked up at Five at the sound of the sudden intrusion of his voice. "It's tenuous but promising."

YN watched as Luther walked into the room, confusion already present on his face.

"What is all this?" he asked.

"It's a probability map."

"Probability of what?"

"Of whose death could save the world." Five tapped on the wall. "I've narrowed it down to four."

"Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?" Luther asked.

"Their death might prevent it," YN explained for Five, her voice dull and eyes closed.

The sound of clacking came back for a moment as Luther glanced down at the girl.

"I'm not following." YN let out a hum as Five jumped into the explanation.

"Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum. The butterfly effect." Luther nodded. "So, all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the timeline, wherever they may be, and kill them."

Five dropped off the bed to look through Vanya's book as Luther came around to the other side of the bed. He looked over the names.

"'Milton Green,'" he read. "So, who's he? A terrorist or something?"

"I believe he is a gardener." YN opened her eyes to look at Five.

"You can't be serious," Luther said. "Wait, this is madness, Five."

Whatever words were about to follow halted when Five placed a case on his bed. YN sat up in curiosity.

"Where'd you get that?"

"In Dad's room," Five answered, unzipping it. "I think he used it to shoot a rhinoceros."

He pulled it out, looking it over. "It's similar to the model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit and highly reliable."

"But you can't- this guy Milton is just an innocent man!"

"It's a little distasteful, but his death could save billions of people," YN told him. "Besides, he'd just end up dead anyway."

"We don't do this kind of thing," Luther criticized.

"We are not doing anything," Five corrected. "I am. And if YN wants to come, then she's allowed to join."

"I can't let you go and kill innocent people," Luther said. "No matter how many lives it saves."

"Well, good luck stopping me."

"You're not going anywhere."

With a shriek, YN was lifted off the bed by the back of her shirt collar. She was shoved out the window and left dangling from Luther's grip.

"Motherfucker!" she screamed, kicking in his grasp as fury filled her body.

Five was quick to spin around, aiming the gun at his brother.

"Put. Her. Down."

"Put the gun down- you're not killing anyone," Luther countered. "I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this. It's either her or the gun. You decide."

"You know, I'm pretty sure if you drop me, I'll survive," YN continued squirming, "but that doesn't mean I'm fine with this."

It was silent as the two stared back at each other, waiting for the other to move.

Using his strength, Luther tossed the girl. She let out an alarming screech.

Five dropped the rifle and jumped forward to grab onto her.

He quickly pulled her back into his room.

"I can keep doing this all day." Looking back, Luther stood with the gun in hand.

Ignoring him, Five fretted over YN, having her sit on his bed.

"I know you're still a good person, Five," Luther continued. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have risked it coming back here to save us all. But you're not on your own anymore."

Five looked up at Luther. "There is one way, but it's just about impossible."

"More impossible than what brought you back here?"

Looking back at YN, she sighed, knowing where this was going.

Pulling to the side of the road, Luther parked the car, and Five unbuckled his seat. YN sat in the back, more interested in looking out of the car windows.

With a sigh, Five spoke, "I never enjoyed it, you know."

"What?"

"The killing," he clarified. "I mean, I was good at my work, and I took pride in it, but it never gave me pleasure."

It fell silent for a while.

"You think they'll buy it?" Luther asked, laying an arm on the briefcase.

"Well, what we do know is that they're desperate. It's like a cop losing his gun. If the Commission finds out, they'll be in deep shit. Not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back."

"I should hold onto it," Luther said. Five hummed in confusion. "In case they make a move on either of you."

"Okay, Luther, but be careful," said Five. "I mean, we've lived long lives, but you're still a young man. You got your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it."

Luther stared at his brother, confused.

"There's a car coming up," YN announced.

Sure enough, a car appeared from behind a hill on the road.

"Here we go," Five said, the three climbing out of the car. They joined each other in the middle of the road, watching the car drive past.

"You sure you want to do this?" Five whispered to YN. "I can understand if you don't. You've been through a lot."

They watched as Hazel and Cha Cha exited the car, their creepy masks covering their faces.

"I don't really have a choice," YN responded.

With a sigh, Five walked forward to meet with their tailers, YN just a step behind him.

"The masks really necessary?" Five asked.

The two pulled them off and threw them aside.

"So, where is it?" Cha Cha asked.

"Wow, that's how you're gonna start," Five sassed. "You know, we can get back in our car and call it a day."

"You won't even make it halfway there," the woman said, pulling out her gun. She pointed it at Five, and Hazel raised his to YN.

"Maybe," Five said, "but as I'm sure you found out in your previous foray, my brother is not your average giant."

"He's right," Hazel said. "You dropped a chandelier on him, got right back up."

"You hurt us, and he'll destroy your precious briefcase," YN smiled.

"Probably us, too, right?" Hazel asked. "So, how do we help each other?"

"I need you to get in contact with your superior, so we can have a chat with her," Five explained. "Face-to-face."

"About what?" Cha Cha asked.

"Why do you care?" YN asked.

The woman took a deep breath. "Just don't tell her about the briefcase."

"Fair enough."

The four parted, Cha Cha and Hazel going to a payphone, and Five and YN returning to the car and Luther.

Five settled against the car, and YN sat on the hood.

"What now?"

"Now, we wait."

YN grabbed Five's hand to fiddle with while they waited. The sound of music typical to an ice cream truck had them confused.

Five grabbed YN's hand and pulled her down to his side as they looked back.

Everyone watched in confusion as it drove down the street, music echoing.

"Is that her?" Luther asked the two beside him.

YN's eyes widened in disbelief as the truck drove by.

Klaus sat in the front seat, smiling and waving out at them. In the passenger seat was Diego.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

The truck continued, Cha Cha and Hazel raising their guns to fire at it.

Luther covered Five and YN with his body, holding his arms out.

The two watched, however, as everything came to a halt.

They peered out from behind Luther.

"What the hell?" YN muttered.

Together, they walked out from behind him to take in the scene before them.

"Neat trick, isn't it?" Turning, the Handler stood there in all her unbridled glory.

She pulled back the net veil covering her face and removed her sunglasses.

"Hello, Five, YN," she greeted. "You two look good, all things considered. And I must say, I'm very sorry for your loss, dear."

She smiled at YN, who was held back by Five from doing anything.

"Good to see you again," Five said, whispering a warning back to YN.

"Feels like we met just yesterday," the woman said. "Course, you were both a little older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very clever. Threw us all off the scent."

"Well, I wish I could take credit," Five said. "I just miscalculated the time dilation projections and, well, you know. Here we are." He briefly held out his arms.

"You realize your efforts are futile. So, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"We want you to put a stop to this," YN told her.

"You realize what you're asking for is next to impossible, even for me," the Handler said. "What's meant to be is meant to be. That's our raison d'etre."

YN rolled her eyes, looking off to the side, and Five pulled a gun.

"Yeah? Well, how about survival as a raison?" Five gave a mocking smile.

"I'll just be replaced. I'm but a...small cog in a machine." As she stepped closer to the two, Five kept a close eye on her. "This fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that- a fantasy. I must say, though, we're all quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-itiveness, really quite something."

YN narrowed her eyes at the flattery.

"Which is why we want to offer both of you new positions back at the Commission in management," she told them.

"Sorry, what's that now?" Five questioned.

"Come back to work for us again," she coaxed. "It's where you belong."

"The last time we were there, things weren't going that good," YN recalled.

"But you wouldn't be in the correction division any longer," the Handler corrected her. "I'm talking about the home office. You'd have the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel. You're distinguished professionals in-" she trailed off for a second as she looked down, "-matching schoolboy shorts. We have the technology to reverse the process. I mean, you can't be happy like this."

She reached over to push Five's gun down.

"We're not looking for happy," he told her.

"We're all looking for happy," she responded. "We can make that happen. We can make you yourselves again."

Five sighed, looking to the side. "What about my family?"

"What about them?"

"I want them to survive."

The Handler looked at Luther, then at the truck where Diego and Klaus resided.

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them."

Without a word, they watched as the woman pulled out her sunglasses and put them back on. "I'll see what I can do." She held out her hand. "Do we have a deal?"

"One thing," Five said.

He nodded toward the gun lying on the road, silently telling YN to deal with it.

As she went to it, Five messed with a bullet that headed in Luther's direction.

YN unloaded the gun, throwing both parts to the sides before returning.

The Handler held her hand out again. Grabbing YN's first, Five took hers and shook it.

They were gone with a flash, everything returning to normal.

The bullet missed Luther, Cha Cha and Hazel fell to the ground, and the truck crashed into the back of the assassins' car.

Luther frantically looked around for the missing two, calling out their names in confusion.

Looking back at the assassins, he held up the briefcase.

"Come get it!" Cha Cha came running at him but turned when it was thrown to the side.

The man ran to the truck to help his siblings. They ran back to the car as fast as they could.

They quickly climbed inside, Klaus and Diego in the back, Luther getting in the driver's seat.

They were off in seconds, leaving behind the frustrated assassins.

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let’s save the world

season one, episode ten

five hargreeves x reader

summary: the end of the world is back on, and it’s your job to stop it.

trigger warnings: cursing, violence

word count: 4k

a/n: final episode of season one! i have decided that i will be continuing into season two because i have so many ideas for it and i want to share them :) hope you enjoy this part! also, i think you know this by now, but the italic bits are flashbacks

as you jumped again you see nothing but fire and rubble, the once beautiful streets destroyed. the next moment, you realize five isn’t next to you like he was just seconds ago. your heart dropped to your stomach

what did you guys do?

you turn slowly in a circle, examining the unrecognizable terrain of fallen buildings, ash floating through the air from the fires that blazed on top of the debris.

you shout for five, beginning to walk on shaky legs to hopefully find him nearby. you find a paper lying on the ground, and you pick it up, reading the headline and shaking your head at it, not wanting to believe what it said. you throw it to the side, yelling once again for five.

after a few shouts with no reply, you let out a shaky breath, falling to your knees and feeling the wreckage poke at your legs. when it really sinks in that you’re all alone here, not even knowing where here is, you scream.

you scream until your throat is scratchy and tears run down your face, your chest rising and falling rapidly from your short breaths.

-

the newspaper from the day you got stuck in the apocalypse. there was no difference in what it said.

you stare at it in shock, letting out a shaky breath. there was no way. you guys killed harold jenkins, the target is dead. the man who ends the world is dead, so why is the headline the same?

“y/n?” five stands from his stool, quickly moving past the counter to see what had you so shocked. “what’s wrong?”

your heart was starting to race, and all the memories came back to you. the buildings turned to ash and rubble, the fire burning everywhere. that can’t happen again. you hold the newspaper out to five, trying to calm yourself. “we-” you take in a sharp breath, “we need to get back to the academy. now.”

he looks at the paper, his eyes widening slightly. “shit.”

he grabs your hand not even a second later, and you appear in front of the academy- what was the academy. it was rubble now, just like it was when you got stuck in the future.

the both of you quickly move to get over the rubble, and you hear five let out a sigh of relief when he sees that his siblings are alive. “guys.” he calls out, getting over to where they stood as fast as possible. “this is it. the apocalypse is still on, the world ends today.”

they all look at you two as you stand there, catching your breath as you try to keep yourself from panicking, wringing your hands together. “i thought you said that was over,” luther mentions, taking a few steps towards you.

“we were wrong, okay?” you tell them, grabbing the newspaper from five, “this is the newspaper from the day we got stuck in the future- the headline’s the same, it hasn’t changed.” you wave the paper in the air, noticing that your hands had started to shake.

diego shakes his head, “no, that doesn’t mean anything.” he denies, “time could’ve been altered since that came out this morning.”

“you’re not listening,” five’s says in irritation, “i assumed this place came down with everything else. but here we are. the moon’s still shining, everything’s still in one piece,” he motions around you all, “but not the academy.”

klaus steps forward, snatching the paper from you to look at it himself, muttering something about being confused. “then listen, you idiot.” you seethe, looking around at the fallen building, “vanya destroys the academy before the apocalypse. we thought jenkins was the cause, but it turns out he was only what set off the bomb that is vanya.” you hear helicopters above, getting closer, as well as the sirens of emergency services. “vanya causes the apocalypse.”

luther stares with wide eyes, “we have to find her.”

a bright light shines over all of you, and you cover your eyes to block the rays. “we’ve gotta get out of here,” diego stands from where he was sitting on a pile of rubble, glancing at where the light was coming from. “regroup at the super star!”

everyone starts to make their way over the rubble as quickly as possible, and you grab five’s hand as he jumps away, and you crouch down to catch your breath when you land in the bowling alley. while you were waiting for the others, you look up at five. “okay, if we die, i just want you to know-”

"we won’t die.” he cuts you off, and you force a smile at his determination. you hoped he was right, but you could never be sure.

looking to the door as everyone else walks in, you nod, standing back up straight. “alright. we won’t die.” you run your fingers through your hair, sighing as the others meet up with you all.

you all got a lane so you wouldn’t be kicked out or questioned for just hanging around, sitting around on the seats. the sounds of the balls rolling down the polished lanes and knocking the pins down filled the air, and luther spoke up. “i hate to say this, but everyone needs to prepare.”

“for what?” diego questions.

“to do whatever it takes to stop vanya.” he responds simply, getting hit in the chest with the notepad that allison had been carrying around to write whatever she had to say. he sighs, “we may not have a choice, allison.” he tells her in frustration.

“bullshit,” diego argues, his leg bouncing up and down, “there’s always options.”

you didn’t want to cause a fight in the family, but you didn’t have time to sit around to figure this out. “yeah? like what?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

shaking his head, diego looks away. “i don’t know.”

“look, whatever we decide, we have to find vanya,” luther stands from his seat, shrugging slightly, “and we have to do it fast. she could be anywhere.”

you nod, “or... here?” you turn towards klaus as he speaks, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, moving to look at the paper as he shows one of the pages. seeing a picture of vanya in one of the advertisement boxes, you grin. her concert.

“hello,” you all turn to look at the woman who walked over, an awkward smile on her face. “i hate to intrude, but my manager says if you’re not going to bowl, you'll have to leave.” she shrugs before walking back to the counter, where a particularly grumpy man stood.

rolling your eyes, you stand from you seat, grabbing one of the bowling balls and carelessly tossing it down the lane, looking to the manager and sending him a mocking smile before sitting back down.

allison writes something on her notepad, showing all of you and tapping on the paper. she’s our sister.

luther shakes his head, “we’re the only ones capable of stopping this.” he tells her, “we have a responsibility to dad.”

“to dad?” diego looks at him in irritation, “no, i’ve heard enough about-”

“he sacrificed everything to bring us back together.” luther argues back, and you sigh at how often they fight.

five looks between them, “i’m with luther on this one.” he looks to everyone else, “we can’t give her a chance to fight back. there are billions of lives at stake, we’re past trying to save one.”

klaus looks around, “hey guys, maybe i could help...”

“now’s not the time-”

diego cuts luther off, “no, let him finish.” when he looks at him in confusion, he defends him, “he saved my life today.”

klaus looks to his side, “yeah, yeah i did... take credit for it.” he nods, “in fact, the real hero,” he pauses for a moment, “was ben.” everyone looks at him, clearly not believing what he was saying. how could you? as far as you knew, he could only communicate with the dead. “today- listen. today, he punched me in the face! and earlier, he was the one who saved diego, not me.”

“you are unbelievable, klaus.” luther scoffs.

“look, you want proof?” he picks up one of the bowling balls, “i’ll give you proof.” he looks past five, and you follow his gaze to... absolutely nothing. “okay, ready?” he breathes, “catch.” he tosses the ball, and five quickly moves to the side out of the way, and you all watch as the ball hits the ground, bouncing a few times before rolling away.

you sigh softly, and luther looks at him in annoyance. “is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?”

“you know, i liked you a lot better before you got laid.” klaus tells him with a glare, and the monkey man’s eyes widen at the exclamation, and klaus quickly tries to fix it when he sees allison’s look of surprise. “it wasn’t his fault, though, because he was ridiculously high! and the girl- she thought he was a furry-” luther hisses at him to stop, and he nods, looking away.

you watch as allison walks away with luther following, rolling your eyes. your attention is caught by a woman walking over with a kid next to her, “excuse me, it’s my son kenny’s birthday today, and, uh, wouldn’t your son and his little girlfriend have more fun with kids their own age?”

snorting, you look to the side, nearly choking on air as you hold back from laughing too hard. “i would rather chew off my own foot.” you hear five seethe, and you almost fall over from the laugh you let out, seeing the woman’s eyes widen before she quickly lead her son away.

when five stands from his seat and starts walking away to another lane, you quickly get up to follow, catching your breath from your laughing fit as you watch him flip open a part of the machine the balls come back to, your laughter immediately ceasing when you see the canister, labeled as ‘number five.’ “well, shit.” you breathe, holding a hand over your stomach which was sore as if you just did one hundred sit ups.

“how did she find us?” he questions no one in particular, before he starts to dig through his pockets, sighing when he pulled out a few of the candies that she had offered when you guys were back at the commission.

you purse your lips as he opens one of the candies, revealing a tracker. “she’s good.” you commend quietly, nodding your head.

when he opens the canister and dumps the message out, it’s in a fortune cookie, and you furrow your eyebrows as you watch him crack it open.

rain quail, room twelve

he sighs, shaking his head. “i’ll go see what she wants, you stay here and make sure the idiots don’t do anything stupid.”

“wait, are you-” before you can finish, he had disappeared, and you sigh softly, grabbing the open receptacle and screwing the cap back on, sticking it back where it came from before going back to join the others at the lane.

luther and allison come back at the same time as you, and the big man looks confused as he stops behind some of the seats. “where did five go?”

you sigh, shaking your head, “he left. we don’t need to wait around.”

luther glances around, “alright, concert starts in thirty minutes.”

“okay, so what’s the plan?” diego questions him, and he stumbles for words for  a moment.

“well,” he starts, pursing his lips as he thinks, “we should go to icarus theater.”

diego looks at him deadpan, “that’s a location, not a plan.” the other shakes his head slightly, his mouth open but not saying anything. “that’s all you got?” he asks, stepping closer to him, “look, you want to be number one? fine. but you have to get us all on the same page because right now, we’re a mess.”

“he’s right.” you nod your head towards diego, bouncing on your toes for a second, “we need a plan. and we need one now, because the end of the world isn’t so far away.”

before he says anything else, there’s sudden rapid gunfire and you all duck behind the various racks of balls. the party of kids and their parents scream, doing their best to get under cover, and you sneak a glance at who it was.

there were at least ten people, masks over their faces with machine guns firing without mercy. people from the commission, no doubt. you curse under your breath, and diego pops up to throw a knife at one of the men, who stumbles into the sound system, the lights turning off and being replaced with neon colors, music playing over the speakers.

“alright.” you mumble to yourself, taking one more look to see where all of them were, before quickly moving to another rack, closer to a small group of them all. you jump onto one of the guys’ back, your hands igniting with fire and lighting him up. you hear his scream, muffled by the mask he wore as you grab the gun he dropped, shooting the other two men with him.

“the lanes!” you hear luther shout over the chaos, and you look over to see them running down the bowling lanes, bullets flying past them. you quickly sprint across the floor, nearly slipping from the polish on the wooden lanes, but you manage to keep your balance, getting to the end of the lane and sliding through the pins, turning to shoot at a few of the men through the hole before throwing the gun to the side and following the others out of the building.

-

you all ran into the theater, going up the stairs as quick as you could. as you were about to go in, you turn to see that allison had stopped luther, and you sigh heavily, catching your breath.

he looks at her, “allison, you know i can’t do that, she’s beyond reasoning.” he tries to move forward again, but is once again stopped. “do you honestly think she’s gonna listen?”

you tap your foot against the floor, crossing your arms over your chest. “we don’t have time for this, guys.” you raise your voice slightly, your heart beat growing quicker with every second that passes where you haven’t stopped vanya.

looking at her for a second, he nods. “okay.”

allison turns on her heel and quickly runs into the auditorium, and you all stand back. “you’re using her as a distraction, aren’t you?” diego asks luther.

“it’s our best chance to incapacitate vanya.” he reasons, and for once, you actually agree with what he’s doing. when he let her go and do as she wanted, you were ready to run in and do it yourself, but at least he had some sort of plan. “she’ll thank us later.” he sighs.

you follow them as they move to find their way backstage, telling klaus to be lookout- which you felt bad for, but you technically did need it. those men would probably be here in no less than ten minutes, and you needed to know when they did.

you found your way backstage, luther at the right side with you and diego on the other, preparing to run out. when luther made the move, all of you ran out to get her and hopefully manage to knock her out or something to make sure she couldn’t use her powers.

before you got close enough to do anything, she had seen you. she stood from her chair, her skin paler than usual and her eyes icy. she cut her bow through the air swiftly, and all three of you are pushed back from the force, landing in the audience.

you landed on the back, the air being knocked out of you, and you cough a few times as you take heavy breaths. all around you, people from the audience were screaming and running from the room, trying to get out as quickly as possible. the orchestra continued to play.

it wasn’t too long later that the auditorium was completely empty, and the four of you sat behind the rows of seats, yelling over the music to figure out what to do.

you didn’t have enough time to come up with something, as the men who you had expected came back, firing into the rows of seats and the walkways between them. you groan softly, counting in your head.

“what’s with all the lollygagging?” you look up into the walkway next to you to see five, and you quickly grab his arm to pull him behind the seats.

“are you trying to get shot?” you yell at him, and he ducks as more shots are fired.

he looks around, “i thought they would take a bit longer to get here!” he shouts back, and you roll your eyes, glancing up.

“you take out the guys coming down the aisle- i’ll get them.” you point to the small group of guys making their way down the rows of seats on the other side, and he nods, jumping to take out them as you rushed past the seats.

when you got to the other side, they had their backs turned to you, continuing their fire on the seats . “you’re making this way too easy.” you mumble, sweeping your foot under one of the guys’ legs to knock him down before snatching the gun he held, shooting him and his little buddies.

klaus comes running into the hall and when you look over to shoot some more guys overhead, you see the ghostly figure that slowly appeared before tentacles grew out of him, taking out all of the guys with ease.

you watch as he takes everyone out, slightly shocked, before you run to meet up with all of them in the middle of one of the aisles, ready to take down vanya now that the men in your way were taken care of.

“alright, you go stage left,” luther tells diego, “i’ll go right. you three go from the front.” you all nod and move to get into position.

you crouched behind the front row in the middle of the seats, five and klaus on either ends of the seats, and as luther shouts for everyone to go, you hop over the seat and sprint towards the stage with the rest of them.

just as you get to her again, with another swipe of her bow, you’re suspended in the air, gasping for air. you manage to turn your head and see the others in the same position as you, vanya somehow holding all of you in the air and slowly squeezing the life out of you.

your vision starts to blur, but you see allison standing behind vanya, holding a gun to the back of her head with tears running down her face. just as you’re about to pass out, she points the gun to the back of the room and shoots, causing vanya to drop all of you to the floor.

the glass of the skylight above you all shatters as her power is directed towards it, and you catch your breath as you look up and see her fall to the ground. all of you run up onto the stage, making sure that she was alive.

“we did it,” luther breathes out, and you let out a breathy chuckle from the realization. “we saved the world.”

as you sit on the stage, catching your breath, klaus stands up, looking out of the broken window. “guys,” he trails off slightly, pointing out. you look up and see what he’s looking at- the moon, breaking apart in the sky. your eyes widen, “see that big moon rock coming towards us?”

“so much for saving the world.” you mutter, holding your face in your hands as you sigh. “it was great while it lasted.” you chuckle bitterly, shaking your head as you look back up to see the end of the world hurtling towards you in the form of a piece of the moon.

five paces for a moment as the siblings talk, before speaking up. “this doesn’t have to be the end.” he states, turning to look at everyone as they turn to him in confusion, “i think i have a way out of here, but you have to trust me on it.”

they all shake their heads, all deciding that it probably wasn’t the best thing to trust him on it.

standing slowly, you sigh. “are you thinking what i think you are?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in his direction, and he shrugs.

“in less than a minute we’re going to be vaporized. we have to try something.” his siblings turn to look at him, waiting for him to explain his idea. “we use my ability to time travel, and i’ll take you all with me.”

glancing at each other, the men nod, “what’s the worst thing that can happen?” diego shrugs.

“well, we’re fifty-eight, looking like children, so there’s that to think about.” you chuckle, shaking your head.

they all look around for a moment, after a moment all agreeing.

“okay great, luther, grab vanya.” five instructs, and you’re already standing next to him, grabbing his hand in preparation for whatever was about to happen. the others gather around, holding onto each other.

as he picks her up, luther looks at woman who had passed out. “should we be taking her?” he questions, “i mean, she’s the cause, isn’t that like taking a bomb with us?”

“she’ll always cause the apocalypse.” you tilt your head to either side to pop your neck, “unless we try to take her back with us and fix her.”

they all nod, gathering together without saying anything else. five looks up as he focuses on traveling back in time, and a temporal anomaly, much like the one you came out of eight days ago, grows above you all.

“it’s working!” you hear luther yell over the deafening sound of the anomaly growing, hissing and crackling as electricity would.

“hold on!” five yells, holding onto your hand tighter, “it’s going to get messy!”

as you look around at the others, you see their younger selves, and you wonder if the same thing will happen to them, before a large flash blinds you.

suddenly, you’re falling out of the sky.

-

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“I’m Glad You Kidnapped Me” (Five Hargreeves x genderneutral!reader)

Request: Can you do a Five Hargreeves x reader where Y/N and Five are friends and he finds out that Y/N’s mom is Cha Cha and kidnaps Y/N while they have Klaus. Y/N and Five become close and Cha Cha finds Five and almost drowns him and as Y/N is giving him mouth to mouth, he wakes up and they kiss. Thx 

Requested by: anon

(A/N: That was an amazing idea, anon! I hope I do it justice.)

(A/N #2: I accidentally deleted a different request, and I don’t remember much of it, so sorry if that was yours!)

(A/N #3: Sorry this took so long! I just started remote learning, and it is much harder than I thought it would be, and I have some family stuff to deal with as well(not getting into it). I’ll be updating as often as I can.)

Word count: 1672

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, slight fluff, waterboarding

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Y/N sighs, staring out the window of the hotel room that they shared with Uncle Hazel and their mom. It was around midnight, and they were supposed to be sleeping so they could be on their A-game tomorrow to kill even more people. 

They hated it more than anything. They would do anything to be whisked away, to not have to deal with- 

And suddenly, they were knocked unconscious by a panting Five, standing over them with a baseball bat(idk how he got it). He picks them up and gets in a car that he stole, setting them down in the backseat with a smirk.

*THE NEXT DAY*

Y/N was sleeping soundly on the couch in the living room in the Academy when they wake up to yelling.

“What the hell, Five? You kidnapped a person!” A woman with long dark hair with blonde highlights glares at a boy who seemed to be around Y/N’s age.

“Yeah, that’s messed up man.” A man with short dark hair and piercing dark eyes shakes his head at a boy with a school uniform on.

“This can be used to our advantage! I now have a bargaining chip to use against Cha Cha!” The Boy (just accidentally did an homage to the comics. Nice.) says, tired of his siblings’ empathy.

“The ‘bargaining chip’ has a name and feelings, you know.” Y/N sits up and glares around at the group of adults and one boy, who all stare at them. “And one of the feelings that it’s feeling is anger.” 

“I don’t care about your feelings, but I do care about your name,” The Boy says, his patience clearly wearing thin(per usual). “What is it?”

“Like I’m telling you, you’re the person who kidnapped me,” Y/N says with a death glare at him. “I don’t trust you.”

The Boy growls but keeps his anger in check for a change. “Fine. I’ll tell you mine. I’m Five Hargreeves, and you are?”

“You’re Five Hargreeves? A boy?” Y/N chuckles. “Like I’m going to believe that. The real Five Hargreeves is like eighty.” 

“Fifty eight.” Five grumbles. 

“I really don’t care. Let me go.” 

“Not until your mom finds you. And then you can go back to her, but not until you give me information on what they’re going to do next.”

“Well, that sucks for you, because I’m not telling you anything,” Y/N says, a big smirk on her face. Of course, that feeling was only skin-deep, because she had no idea what they were going to do. They wouldn’t tell her anything, not that she was interested, although it would have been helpful right now.

“Oh, you will.” Five chuckles darkly. “Trust me.”

“I don’t.” Y/N snaps. 

Cha Cha wakes up at 5 am on the dot every morning, rising from her bed and looks to the place where she always first looked on a mission(which was pretty much constantly), her child’s bed, usually finding a sleeping Y/N, who would be normally snoring quietly. But this time, she found her worst nightmare.

Y/N was gone. 

Cha Cha’s eyes widen, and she runs from her bed to Y/N’s, tears running down her face. “No no no no no no…” she mutters to herself repeatedly. “HAZEL!” 

Hazel, the lazy one, slowly opened his eyes to look over at Cha Cha. “Hm?” he mumbles, barely registering anything, let alone tears. “What happ’n’d?” 

“They are nowhere to be found.” Cha Cha says quietly.

That sure woke him up. “Y/N?” 

Cha Cha nods, not having enough emotional energy to say a sarcastic remark about how obvious it was that it was Y/N. “And I think we know who it was.” She says, her voice filled to the brim with the perfect mix of anger and worry.

Five pours himself a cup of coffee, pleased with himself. “I should probably get them something to eat…” he mutters, going upstairs to some room that he had chosen for Y/N. And by chosen, he checked to make sure it didn’t belong to anyone else and shoved them in there. 

Y/N was sitting there, a million possibilities on how to escape flying through their head when they hear the door open and look up to see Five. “Oh. It’s you.”

Five rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit. I just came here to see what you are and aren’t allergic to.”

“Oh, so you won’t let me starve out! That’s a relief.”

“Yeah, so that you can live to give me information on your mom and her partner.”

“Oh, no way. Although, my opinion might be changed with my appetite…” 

Five studies their face for a moment and chuckles. “Absolutely not, you’ll just make me steal you stuff and then you’ll never tell me anything. Oldest trick in the book.”

Y/N sighs in fake defeat. “Aw, man! That was my entire plan, all foiled by you again, Hargreeves!” They laugh. 

Five laughs a bit too despite himself. “You’ll never defeat me, …?” He looks at them questioningly, realizing he still hadn’t gotten their name.

Y/N thinks for a moment. Well, they did like him, but not that much. Wait, did they just think that? “Robin.” They say, deciding that they would think about that more in-depth later(if your name is Robin, then just replace it with Casey). 

Five nods slowly. “You just gave me a fake name, didn’t you?” 

Y/N shakes their head. “Nope. Robin/Casey is my real name.”

“I don’t believe you, but that doesn’t matter right now. So, for real, what is it that you’re allergic to?”

Over the next few weeks, Y/N and Five became closer and closer. Unfortunately, so did Cha Cha and Hazel at finding out where Five Hargreeves was located.

Cha Cha smiles to herself in front of one of those big pinboards(like the one in the conspiracy theorist meme). “Finally…” she whispers. Hazel comes up next to her with a couple of cups of coffee. “Find ‘em?”

Cha Cha takes one of the cups and sips from it gleefully. “I sure did. Now let’s go kick some ass.”

Y/N grins, moving their scrabble piece to create the word ‘vivacious’ earning them twenty-one points and the game. “I win!”

Five glares at them. “You must have cheated somehow. I never lose.”

“Oh my gosh. You are SUCH a sore loser!” Y/N laughs harder shifting themselves into a better position on the living room floor. 

“I am not! I just don’t like losing!” He exclaims.

Y/N chuckles and starts to reset the pieces. “Another game?” 

Five was about to agree and vow to defeat them this time, but he was interrupted by a loud crash. 

“Y/N!” Cha Cha yells. “WE’RE HERE, HONEY!” she runs up to Y/N and gives her a quick hug and a kiss on the head. “Go to Hazel, he’s outside. I’ll deal with this… thing.” She looks over at Five in distaste and a deathly glare.

“No,” Y/N mutters, barely being heard as they glance at Five.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

“I said no,”(not relating to this whatsoever but if you’re a fan of Heathers the Musical, search up I Say No deleted song) Y/N says more clearly and meets her mothers’ eye line. “You are not going to kill him.”

“And why not, dearest?” Cha Cha mutters through gritted teeth.

“Because… of the Commissioner. She will ask questions about why he is dead, you know.” Y/N says, thankful they found another way other than admitting their feelings.

“So smart…” Cha Cha’s hand cups their cheek with a loving smile. “But quite frankly, I’d rather die than let you be trapped here.” Her hand drops down to the space where her gun was supposed to be. “Oh come on...” she mutters. “I forgot my own damn gun.”

Y/N’s eyes light up. Maybe then she wouldn’t kill Five! Best case scenario, Y/N leaves and Five’s okay. They’d rather stay here with him, but they’d take this over Five dying any day of the week.

Cha Cha’s eyes graze over the mansion. First thing you learn about as an assassin? Everything is a weapon. Her gaze captures the sink and her smirk starts to grow. Guess she would be doing this the old-fashioned way. 

With a smile, she grabs Five’s hair, thankful that he was a kid again and was easy to push around. And before either Five or Y/N could react, she drags him over to the sink and turns on the tap violently, sticking Five’s head under, waterboarding him. 

With wide eyes, Y/N rushes over to her mother and starts pulling Cha Cha’s arm yelling at her to stop. Five was turning blue and struggling to get out of her grasp. 

Finally, Cha Cha slips up and is pushed to the floor. She tries to get back up but is pushed down again by an angry Y/N. “Leave. Now.” Their voice shakes with anger. 

“Sk-” Cha Cha is cut off. 

“No. Leave right now.” 

Cha Cha sighs and gets up, walking out the door. “Come back to me when you’re ready to admit that Five Hargreeves is nothing but an assassin who kidnapped you!” She yells.

Y/N ignores her and gets to work, putting Five on the ground, giving him mouth to mouth and pumping his chest up and down.

“Come on…” she mutters, leaning down and doing it all over again.

Suddenly, Five starts coughing up water, the color slowly returning to his face. “Y-Y/N?”

Y/N nods, their eyes welling up with relief tears. “Yeah. It’s me.”

Five smiles and sits up slightly. “So, was that the only reason why you didn’t want me to die?”

They shake their head. “No… there was another reason.”

“Oh?” Five looks at them, not really believing that someone like them could love someone like him.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Y/N looks at him, smiling nervously.

“Well, I know I’m in love with you.” Five smiles back, leaning in to kiss them. 

Y/N grins and kisses him softly and then pulls away. “I’m so glad you kidnapped me.”

#five #five x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader imagine #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy x reader #tua #fanfiction #x reader #number 5 #number 5 x reader #imagine #request

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

Moral Support | Diego Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Words: 1572

Warning: TUA Season 2 Ep 6 Spoilers

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Diego told you to wait in the car, but of course you weren’t going to listen and he knew that. He had even rolled his eyes when you said you will, followed by the slam of the car door. You waited until they were all inside before you made your way in. You knew what floor it was, so you could just simply use the stairs and your abilities to catch up.

As you walked into the grand lobby, you looked up and smirked. Or you could just fly up. You closed your eyes and concentrated, your long coat turning into wings and as you opened your eyes, they were black like an eagle’s. With a bend of the knees you jumped up with your arms wide open, feeling yourself fly past the floors until you reached your destination. You landed on the railing and made your way to the elevator.

You were planning a grand entrance, but as the metal doors opened, a strong stench flooded the corridor. You shrunk back and cough, making way for the others to flee the confinement.

“Happy that you came?” Diego teased.

“Shut up,” you muttered, shoving his shoulder.

“Come on, let's go. And let me do all the talking, alright,” Five said, walking ahead towards the Tiki Lounge. “And, (Y/n), this is a family matter-”

“I’ll stay out of it for as much as possible,” you said, raising your hands, “No problem, old man.”

“Thank you,” he said, fixing his jacket, “Though I highly doubt that you’ll follow through, at least you're the sensible one. I know you won’t say anything without reason.”

“Whoa,” Luther said defensively.

The others debated who should talk first and how to go about facing their father while you stood to the side, sitting yourself next to Diego. You sighed when Diego chucked the conch that Vanya suggested to use across the room, already getting a bad feeling about this meeting.

“You tried,” you told Vanya, “And I think it would have worked with an even tempered group.”

With the slam of the doors, the group fell silent, watching a younger Reginald Hargreeves stride over towards the head of the table with a book in hand. They all took their seats, an uneasiness washing over them. It had been years since they’ve faced their abusive father, so you couldn’t blame them. Yet, this version of their father doesn’t even know the trauma that he had brought to them in the future.

You kept your promise so far and stayed silent, listening in to their discussion. That is, until Hargreeves wanted them to prove their powers. For a while, you thought you could get away with it by sitting back, but he turned to you.

“And you?” he asked.

“Thankfully, I’m not one of your adopted children,” you said, sipping on your pina colada.

“Then why are you here at this important meeting?” he demanded, staring you down condescendingly. “You have no business here.”

“Moral support?”

Hargreeves scoffed and was about to retort when Diego snapped. He leaned forward. “Look, we know that you’re involved in the plot to assassinate the president,” he started.

You sighed, shaking your head. You told him that Hargreeves being there didn’t mean that he conspired JFK’s assassination. Correlation does not prove causation, but Diego was dead set sure that his dear old dad was up to no good.

“You were recently hospitalized, isn’t that correct?” Hargreeves said. Diego shook his head, knowing where he was going with this. “You still seem to be suffering with delusions of grandeur and acute paranoia.”

“Am I?” Diego took out the photo taken from the Frankel Footage and pointed at it. “Explain this. That’s you. That’s two days from now on the grassy knoll at the exact same spot that the president is gonna get shot.”

Hargreeves took the photo and eyed Diego critically. “Well… I suppose you solved it, then. You single handedly unearthed my nefarious plot. Is that what you want to hear?”

You grabbed Diego's arm, urging him to sit back down, but he shrugged you off. You looked towards his siblings for help, but they were as silent as you were, watching the scene unfold. There was no need for your powers for the extra boost in your senses to tell that Hargreeves was getting to him. Hearing him continuing to criticize Diego might also be getting to the others as well, even Vanya, who was lowering her head.

As the insults kept hitting, the cold hard truths in the form of knives stabbing Diego over and over in the wounds that hadn’t quite healed, he slowly slunk down in his seat. This time, you gripped his arm and he let you as he shook.

“-A man in over his head!” Hargreeves concluded.

“Y-y-you’re w-w-wro-ng,” Diego managed to reply.

You knew Diego had been cut deep when he started stuttering again.“Okay! Time for my role as moral support,” you said, setting down your drink. “Listen, Reggie. Diego is someone who wants to save people and save the world because he’s a kind and compassionate person that wants to do good, not because he’s a calculative soldier following orders from a man who shows more affection to his experimental ape than his own adopted human children. The fact that the apocalypse could have been prevented had you been a goddamn father for them says a lot about you and what you think you’re achieving, so I suggest you hold off your tactless psychological analysis, that is clearly not going to give you any positive results, to yourself and listen to them for once. Thank you.”

“(Y/n),” Five said, reaching over to grab your shoulder.

“What?”

He pointed up at lights hanging over the table. Small black dots were falling down and landing on the table, crawling towards Hargreeves. Black widows. Your tongue tapped your incisors, confirming that fangs had grown. You looked around at the table, no one but Five and Diego meeting your eyes. You took a deep breath, feeling the fangs retreat along with the small spiders.

It was Diego’s turn to pull you down and you let him. He squeezed your arm in a sign of gratitude. You nodded, then looked back at Five. Once he knew you were calm, he pushed the discussion forward about the upcoming Doomsday.

Hargreeves was condescending as ever, acting as if it wasn’t his problem to deal with. Klaus began to act weird and you closed your eyes, switching them to cat eyes. Although cats can’t see ghosts as clearly as Klaus, they have an awareness of where they are. Ben was here.

You rushed over as Klaus collapsed, managing to let out a faint confirmation that Ben was trying to possess him. After Luther’s outburst, showing Hargreeves what he had done to him, Hargreeves simply dismissed him and walked around you as you heaved Klaus up. He eyed you curiously before continuing forward, requesting to speak to Five in private.

“Come on, big guy,” you said, “Help me?”

Luther stood there, dumbfounded, before snapping out of it, picking up Klaus with ease and dragging him all the way to the elevator. He propped him against the back wall and the others piled in, Diego being the last one and the nearest of the door.

“Congratulations,” Allison said to Luther.

“For what?”

“I think that was the first time ever that you stood up to dad,” she said, sounding impressed and Luther hadn’t realized about that until now.

“Are you okay?” Vanya asked Diego.

He was silent for a moment, looking at you, then glancing at the others over his shoulders. “So much for having my back in there,” he muttered, “Team Zero, my ass. At least (Y/n) said something, and they haven’t even met the guy before.”

“Dee, I’m pretty sure the only reason I could say anything, that I was the only one that could say anything, was because I never met him before,” you said, defending the others. “It’s not completely their fault. I wasn’t the one that had to grow up with his toxic bullshit, okay? You guys did. I give you guys credit for even coming all the way here in the first place to face him.”

“Well, you gave us too much credit,” he said, walking out as soon as the doors opened.

You muttered your farewells to the others before rushing after Diego. You stopped him outside by the curb, grabbing his arm. He whipped around and pointed a finger at you in warning.

“Diego, he’s an asshole. That’s a massive understatement,” you said, “but all those things he said does not change all that you’ve accomplished on your own. You survived with the cards that you were dealt with. You saved people.” Diego shook his head, turning to walk away but you held firm. “You saved me, remember?”

“Thought you said that you had that situation handled,” he said, his cheekiness slowly getting back.

“I’m not afraid anymore to admit that I needed a little help back then,” you said, “I’m always here if you need to talk, Dee.”

Diego sighed, closing his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. “I know.”

He opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure moving in the parking lot. Just like that, he was off. And, like always, you made sure he didn’t go and get himself killed.

#WritersMonth2020 #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #tua #the umbrella academy s2 spoilers #tua s2 spoilers #oneshot #Diego stuttering again made me mad at Hargreeves again #how dare you do that to my boi #and I understand why the others couldnt speak up #though i wished they did #he really needed someone to stick up for him for once #since no one ever did he stuck with the lone wold mentality

[lynyrdwrites]

looked at death (in a tarot card)

This is to fill the bingo square “do you ever think of me” for @klaroline-events.  @goldcaught, this is the celebrity AU I was discussing with you.  Wrote while listening to “Dying in L.A.” by Panic! At the Disco.  You should listen while you read.

Also on AO3.  Listen to the song here.

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It started like this.

She was eighteen.  She rode into the city with bright eyes and hopeful heart.  She had the whole world in front of her, and she can remember walking down the boulevard, looking at the stars, and thinking that, someday, her name would be there too. 

She was eighteen, and someone gave her a fake ID, and it gave her free passage into every bar in town. She needed that passage.  You didn't meet the people you needed to meet in daylight at Starbucks.  You met them in the dark while bands that were just as hopeful as she was played in the background. 

She was nineteen and had just finished her first speaking role - a tiny extra role, but the star of the whole thing was Meryl Streep - and she walked into a bar to celebrate.  She had friends, but they had already celebrated that night.  So she wanted this celebration to be just for her.  The place was all about music, no movie executives to be seen.  But on stage?

Caroline had showed up to L.A. with bright eyes and a hopeful heart, and part of her had wanted some of the magic of movies to be real.  She had learned in the year since her arrival that wasn't the case, but when her eyes met His?  She was a believer again.

His voice was low, and had an underlying accent to it, and she couldn't look away from him.  It might have been embarrassing, except he was looking right back, and even though she didn't fully register a word of the song, she felt like it was directed right at him.

In the end, he bought her a drink.

In the end, she went home with him.

In the end... that was the end of her life Pre-Klaus.

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At twenty-nine, Caroline classified her time in L.A. to two strict categories.  Pre-Klaus, and Post-Klaus.  There was also During Klaus, two glorious years that she tried not to remember, because...

Just, because.  It was easier.

Just like it had been easier to walk away in the end, than to risk staying.  Just like it had been easier to agree to date Stefan at twenty-three and stay with him through six years despite relative indifference towards each other.

At least... she thought it had been easier with Stefan.

Until he decided to implode her life by getting caught naked with his brother's wife.

She hadn't been in love with Stefan, had never come close to believing he was in love with her... but she had thought they'd had a certain level of respect for each other.  A respect borne out of the fact that they had become Hollywood's It Couple and increased each other's careers exponentially.  Separate, they had just been two more pretty and talented people in a city full of people every bit as pretty and talented.  As Steroline, they had become the romance of the decade.  

It had all been a lie, but it had been a romantic lie that the world around them ate up.  And it had gotten them both jobs they might not have gotten otherwise.

All it required, was a bit of respect.  All it required was that they keep it in their pants.

Caroline had done it.  It hadn't even really been that hard.  She'd done passion and messy and she'd walked away from it, because she'd been too young and too new to stand up under the scrutiny it brought her.  She'd rather put forward the shining front that no one bothered trying to dig beneath.

And the whole time, Stefan had been screwing his brother's wife.  His brother's wife who was one half of Delena, a couple whose popularity might even eclipse Stefan and Caroline's, simply because they'd come from the same home town, and the idea of a childhood romance turned lifelong partnership was difficult to beat.

It was all about the story after all.

And so, Caroline had been in meetings with Stefan and his agent, and her agent, all of them putting forward ideas of how to fix the whole mess.  And their consensus seemed to be that Stefan would have a press conference, where Caroline stood bravely and loyally at his side while he announced that he had made a mistake, and they would appreciate privacy while they worked to salvage their relationship.

It was a load of garbage, and Caroline had listened to it and felt empty.

Not angry.

Not sad.

Not even a little annoyed.

She had just felt empty.  And then she began to wonder when that had started.  Because it hadn't happened immediately Post-Klaus.  During that time, she'd sometimes felt so full that she wasn't sure she would ever be able to fully remove him from her.  He had indelibly left his mark, and she'd felt broken by it.  But at some point, during those seven years, she had become numb.

So she had looked around the table, at the people who were fighting for something she didn't care about.  Something she was pretty sure she had never cared about... and suddenly she missed herself at eighteen, bright eyed and full of hope.  That girl had felt so much, and it had seemed awful at times, but it had to be infinitely better than this nothingness.

Caroline stood, and without ever once saying a word, she left them all behind.  At some point, the constant ring of her phone - Stefan and her agent trying to reach her - got annoying, so she turned it off and just kept walking around the city.

She tried to look at it with the eyes of someone just arriving, to see the promise and hope, but it just seemed... dull.  Grey.  Like any city on an overcast day, and she couldn't find what it was that had drawn her here so desperately when she was a teenager fresh out of school and fleeing Virginia and dead parents that had never really seemed to want her anyway. 

She turned her face away from the clouds and focused on the pavement beneath her feet instead.  

She didn't even realize where her feet had taken her, down streets that she had avoided for years, but that she still remembered so well.  And then she was there. 

It was a little run down compared to the clubs that had become her haunts in the years since that night she planned to celebrate.  But the old sign outside had the same name written on it, and when she pushed through the door, the interior was still lit just enough for the mood to be right.  It was the middle of the afternoon; the place wouldn't fill up for hours yet, but it had a regular day crowd that came in for food an whatever new band had scored a set on the stage that had created Klaus Mikaelson.

It didn't matter if it was a terrible time - every would be musician wanted to stand on that stage.

She looked to the stage as the first notes of a song that seemed familiar to her began to play.  

It was almost a decade earlier, and she was stepping through the doors for the very first time, and she couldn't take her eyes off of him, and the way he owned the stage, even as he played an acoustic set that would never sound quite right anywhere else. 

It was almost a decade later, and his gaze still found hers, as if it was that very first time.  And she couldn't look away.

She knew the exact length of the song.  She had listened to it so many times in the days after their first meeting, and then again throughout the years after they went their separate years, jaded and bitter and still so in love that she couldn't admit to anyone else that she still kept his albums, because it hurt too much just to say his name.  It was three minutes and thirty-seven seconds exactly.  But here, it would run three minutes and fifty-two seconds, because he liked to add some flourishes.  

Even as the last note sounded across the bar, Caroline began to walk towards the bar.  She knew the exact stool she had sat on that night.  There was a tear in it, one that had been mended, but it was the same rusty red color, and even though she hadn't sat on one of these stools in years, something about it still felt like coming home.  

Something about it made everything seem colorful again, even though the dim light of the bar meant it was even darker than it had been outside without the sun.

"Do you ever think of me?"

Those hadn't been the first words he'd ever spoken to her.  Those had been "let me get that" and it had turned into... her biggest mistake?  Her greatest regret?  It had been both and everything in between at different points over the years.

But that had been then, and no matter that she might have felt nineteen again for those few brief moments the song had played, it had been a sweet dream, but nothing more.  Years had passed, and this was now. 

"Every day," she replied, because even at their worst, they had never lied to each other.  They had said cruel, bitter words - but every one of them had been the truth. "Do you ever think of me?"

"I wrote an entire album about you, Love."

"That was five years ago.  It won you the Grammy." Caroline hadn't ordered, but the bartender brought her a rye with gingerale.  In front of Klaus, he put a glass of water.  "That's new."

"That's not," he nodded at her own drink.  "But Hank's never forgotten a drink order in his life.  If you'd prefer something else, best tell him now.  Perhaps a nice pinot."

Caroline took a sip of the rye, and tried to remember when she had ordered it last.  It had been years.  She had clung to it as the last reminder of a small town life, but somewhere along the way she had discarded that girl entirely.  She'd held too many memories, and Caroline had wanted to pretend to be someone else.  Someone that had never felt pain before in her life.

Stefan had never complained; he liked that he hadn't had to put any actual work into them. 

"I hear there's an engagement in the making," Klaus said after a few beats of silence.  "Congratulations."

"Tomorrow, you'll hear that there's a divorce.  Maybe.  I don't think any of my people have actually talked to Damon or Elena's people." She discarded the straw entirely and drained the glass, then tapped the edge, so Hank would refill it.  "He slept with her."

Another long pause, and then, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"No you're not," Caroline replied with an inelegant snort.  "I thought honesty was the one place we never went wrong.  Things really do change."

She sounded angry.  And bitter.

She was angry and bitter.

She should be angry and bitter with Stefan, because he was the one that ruined everything.  They'd had a good thing going, and he'd tossed it aside because he couldn't stay away from his brother's wife.  But she still felt nothing about that situation.

But Klaus... she'd felt many things for Klaus.  Nothing had never been in the cards between them. 

"I'm sorry he hurt you," Klaus corrected, and that, Caroline thought, might actually been true. 

"He didn't," she replied simply.  "I never gave anyone that power.  Not after you."

There were so many words unspoken between them.  They hadn't been able to say them back then, and now they were stuck in their throats and making them both choke.  Or maybe she was the only one choking.  

Klaus was just looking at her, the same way he always had. 

"I shouldn't have come here," she said as Hank gave her the refill.  But she didn't pick it up and toss it back the way she wanted to.  Because Klaus still had just water in front of him, and she wasn't sure if she was proud or hurt, and she was afraid of what words she would unleash on him if she had another. "I don't know why I came here."

"Don't you?"

He always smirked at her like that, when he thought she was lying to herself and he knew all the truths in the world.  It was a confrontational smirk that had always made her irate. 

"Why did you stop drinking?" she shot back with the same confrontational tone. 

"Because I didn't stop back then, and I lost you.  And when Elijah managed to pull me out of the bottle I was trying to drown myself in, he made me realize that if I ever wanted you again, I would have to pull myself out and face the consequences of what I'd done sober."

Caroline swallowed, and pushed her rye a little further away.

"You never said anything about wanting me back."

"I wrote an entire album.  And you never said anything."

She had been with Stefan by then, trying to ignore the album that had been everywhere, because she'd read it as a good-bye letter.  To what they once had.  In the end, she'd bought it, because ignoring it had been impossible, and Klaus had always had a way with words that spoke to her in ways beyond their relationship. 

"If I said I wanted you to take me away," she said slowly, testing each word out carefully as she said it.  "What would you do?"

"Where do you want to go?"

It wasn't a direct answer, yet it was.  Klaus had never been a pushover in their relationship.  There were things he liked to control.  He had his preferences.  But he'd always taken a sort of glee in giving her her heart's desire.  

"Can you take me back to who we were a decade ago?" she asked, heart aching with bittersweet memories.  "Give us a do over?"

"Do you think it would change anything?"

No, of course.  Because in the end, the issue hadn't been them.  It had been the bottle that was always between them, and Klaus had already started down that path before Caroline had ever met him.  It made her ache for the boy he had been before they had ever entered each other's orbit.

It made her heart ache for the naive fools they'd been, the ones that had met too late, and because of that never really stood a change. Not with who they'd been, individually and together. 

"I miss you," she said at last, and she found herself leaning into his side, his arm wrapping around her waist.  How many times had they sat there, just like that?  Too many to count.  "That's the real answer - do I think of you?  Yes, and I miss you."

"You've never been the type to run, Caroline.  Not until you've no other options - I know that best.  But if you'd let me, I'd stand by you."

"I didn't.  Stand by you.  You're being too nice, Klaus.  You're shitty at being nice."

His chuckle made his chest rumble, and she felt him press a kiss to her hair.  Part of her, the jaded part, told her this was just the magic of the bar.  That it had swept her back in time, but as soon as they left the bar, the world would be dulled again.

The other part of her, the girl with bright eyes and hope in her heart said that the world was never dull around Klaus.  It never had been - and L.A. had always been the city of second chances. 

"You would of, had I let you. But I was an ass.  I still am.  I'm just a sober ass with clearer vision."

And Caroline, who had stopped listening to that dead girl inside of her looked up at Klaus, and she'd done the one thing she hadn't done since the last time she'd been in this exact position.  She hoped. 

And she took a chance.

"Stand by me, then."

And outside, the sun broke through the clouds, throwing color back into a city that had seemed to be lacking it for far too long. 

#Klaroline #kcbingo2020 #goldcaught #Klaroline fic

[thatfanficstuff]

Strange Fates - 8

Pairing: Elijah x Reader x Klaus

Warning: don’t think so.

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Chapter 8: Revelations

You were still at the other end of the block when you spotted the two men waiting for you outside your shop. You clenched your teeth together and worked a muscle in your jaw. As pretty as they might be, you were beyond irritated with them. This all would have been much simpler had they just talked to you. From what you gathered, communication wasn’t a strength of anyone in the family.

“Hello, boys,” you announced while you were still a small way down the block.

Both men straightened immediately and turned to face you. They both offered smiles that did nothing to mask the worry in their eyes. You gave them a tight smile in return and stepped past them to unlock the door. “So, brothers, huh?”

Silence stretched until the three of you were in your store with the door closed behind you.

“Where did you learn this information?” Elijah’s tone was cautious, concerned and you rolled your eyes before turning to face him. 

“You really shouldn’t be talking to anyone about us, love. It’s not safe,” Klaus added. A deep furrow had formed between his brows.

You sighed. “I literally know almost no one in this town. And I’m not about to ask a complete stranger for their opinion on my love life. I talked to Cami and Marcel. That’s it.”

Some of the tension flowed from both men. You turned your gaze on the elder brother. “So that makes you what? Vampire?”

Elijah frowned as he looked between you and his brother. “Marcel would not have revealed that information. How exactly did the two of you meet?”

Klaus grinned. “I saved the damsel, brother.”

You shook your head. “Yes, very heroic. And then he discovered the damsel couldn’t be compelled and followed her home.” You turned toward the back room and motioned for them to follow you. “Coffee, bourbon, water? Those are about the only options on hand right now.”

“It’s not even noon,” Elijah felt the need to point out.

“The time of day does not negate the necessity for a stiff drink, Elijah.” Gods help him if he tried to get between you and your bourbon right now. “And that doesn’t answer the question. Klaus?”

“Bourbon would be lovely.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. You were so pleased you could entertain him.

You huffed out a breath and pinched the bridge of your nose. You needed to get your temper under control. Perhaps a little calming essence in your drink wouldn’t be a bad idea. You took the stairs to the upper level two at a time. The work up here had been finished earlier in the week and you had since turned it into a large sitting room. An oversized sofa and chairs took up a good chunk of the floor space. The remaining area was filled with plants of every shape and size. Including a few that weren’t exactly native so to speak though they were well hidden amongst the others as to not stand out.

“Have a seat,” you instructed and went over to pour drinks for all three of you. Keeping your back turned to them, you pulled the vial of pale blue liquid from the drawer and added a bit to your glass. You hesitated as you went to close it up and added some to both of their glasses as well. You could all do with a bit of calming you thought.  

You tapped the side of each glass and smiled as the liquid stirred itself before settling as if nothing had happened. You handed a glass to each of the men before grabbing your own and sitting in one of the chairs. You sipped at your drink and closed your eyes as the warmth of the essence settled into your chest. You felt better already.

“This is superb. What brand is this?” Klaus asked as he examined the contents of the glass.

You pressed your lips together to hold back the laugh you were so tempted to release. “I have no idea. It was in a decanter in my grandfather’s office.”

The hybrid frowned. “That’s a shame.”

You hummed in agreement and leaned back in your chair. “So, I realize that I am the one that asked you here, but it was mainly so we could get this conversation out of the way.” You glanced down at your glass before looking back to them. “I find it better to deal with the issue directly rather than hope it goes away on its own. That so rarely happens.”

Elijah slid forward in his seat and sat his glass on the table in front of him. “What exactly is it you are expecting us to say?”

“Both of you have barely spoken to me since you discovered I was mated to both of you. Not that I blame you. You’re brothers. That’s far more important than whatever I bring to the table.” You stared at the glass in your hand again, unwilling to meet either of their gazes. You supposed you’d had your moment of happiness and, as much as you didn’t want to let go of it, you’d do what was needed for your mates to be happy.

“Sweetheart, I’ve waited a thousand years for you. I’m not about to give you up now,” Klaus said, his voice soft.

You jerked your head up in surprise. Your heart raced. Could he actually mean it?

“Nor am I,” Elijah added, drawing your attention.

“What does that mean, exactly?” You wanted to give into the elation running through your veins but knew to rein it in until you had all the information. “Marcel gave me the impression that you two weren’t the sharing types.”

Klaus smirked and Elijah chuckled. “Marcel would be correct. However, one can always make an exception for family,” Elijah stated.

“I won’t lie to you, Y/N,” Klaus said as his smile faded away. “Were your other soulmate anyone but Elijah they would already be dead. However, as the two of us cannot survive without each other and neither of us care to survive without you, we will make it work.”

“Are you certain? I realize we have no control over the fates, but I still would not wish to come between you.”

“It has been discussed at great length and we believe that sharing you is the only viable solution.” Elijah cleared his throat. “However, should you not wish to have a relationship with the both of us, we will accept that as well.”

Klaus grumbled something you couldn’t make out and Elijah glared at him. The corner of your mouth kicked up as you imagined the myriad of things the hybrid might have said. “I can’t imagine losing either of you,” you admitted.

Both men smiled at your words and you felt more at ease than you had in days. You weren’t losing them. At least not yet. You sucked in a breath and braced yourself. “There are some things you should know if we’re going to embrace this relationship.”

Elijah nodded. “Yes, there are things you should know about us as well.” He glanced at the time. “Would you care to accompany us back to our home? We can discuss all of our secrets over lunch.”

“Surely not all of them, brother,” Klaus protested.

Elijah rolled his eyes as he stood and you covered your mouth with your hand to hide your giggle. He held out a hand to help you to your feet. “Of course not, Niklaus. We are trying not to scare her off after all.”

***

Elijah and you threw together a quick pasta lunch while Klaus stayed out of the way. He claimed it was what he did best when it came to cooking. Elijah assured you it was a lie and that his brother was just lazy in the kitchen.

The three of you took your seats at the table and the conversation began soon after. “I don’t see the point in delaying,” Elijah said and patted his lips with his napkin. “As you seem to be aware, Niklaus is a hybrid. I am a vampire as are our other siblings.”

“There are more of you?” The thought was slightly terrifying if you were honest. A family of vampires. It almost sounded like…You dropped your head into your hand. “I’m an idiot.”

“I fail to see what us telling you about Kol and Rebekah has to do with your intelligence level, love.”

You shifted position so your chin now rested in your hand and looked at the brothers. “You’re the Originals, aren’t you?”

Elijah arched a brow. “Once again your knowledge surprises me. Yes, we are the Original family. Cursed to this life rather than created. But a thousand years has eased some of the bitterness.”

Klaus snorted. “Speak for yourself, brother.”

“Be that as it may,” Elijah said waving a hand through the air, “our status brings its own set of dangers with it. Our enemies go beyond those that would slay us simply for being other.”

You shrugged. “You’ve also had a thousand years to piss people off.”

Elijah gave a soft smile. “And what of you, sweet Y/N? You eluded to your own secrets.”

You leaned back in your seat and rested your elbow on the back of your chair as you turned to better face your mates. “My grandfather was ill for some time before he passed though none of the tests showed anything. He was just old, tired, I think. Turning 167 will do that to a person I guess.”

Both men stilled and blinked several times. “Witch?” Klaus asked.

You shook your head and the corner of your mouth curled in a little smirk. “My family has always aged well. Dad was nearly seventy when he was killed. Didn’t look a day over thirty-five. He’s been gone for forty years now.”

Elijah narrowed his eyes as he looked you over. “That would make you fifty-two? I think not.”

You moved a hand in front of your face, transforming your appearance to a much older woman. You did it again and switched back. “This is the real me. I used the glamor to avoid suspicion.”

“So, you are a witch,” Klaus said.

“You’re very hung up on this witch thing,” you teased.

“If you’re not a witch then what the devil are you?”

You raised a finger. “I am fae, hybrid, and I was not lying when I said I have seen far more fearsome things than the likes of you.”

“I thought your kind all but eradicated,” Elijah said, a trace of awe in his voice.

“They are. In this realm at any rate. As far as I know they still thrive in the fae lands. My grandfather was half fae, my grandmother full, as was my mother. There is but a trace of human in me. Just enough to ensure I get chilled in the winter and sweat in the summer.”

“This is amazing.” Elijah’s voice was little more than a breath.

“Quite. Imagine what we can do with a fae on our side,” Klaus added.

Your lips twitched. “Do you even know what the fae are capable of, Niklaus Mikaelson? What I am capable of?”

He mirrored your expression and leaned toward you. “No, but I certainly look forward to finding out.”

***

A/N: Chapter 9 is called Well, Hello There, Darling. You know, in case you were wondering for some reason. 

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Blue Sparks

Part 1

Klaus remembers the day Five was ripped apart.

It was coming to the end of a week-long punishment that Five had practically begged for by yelling at the dinner table and making a run for it.

Maybe he would have gotten away and had a chance at life if Mom hadn’t caught him and snapped a collar around his neck that shocked him every time he tried to teleport stopping himself before the blue was able to form around his hands.

Five dropped to the floor panting as their father came over to him and delivered a swift his from his cane across the cheek “as my other attempts at punishing you have clearly been ineffective for the next month you shall do without your powers.”

At first, Klaus was jealous.

Not only were Five powers the best begin with now he got a break from training too?! How was this fair?!

It seemed the other siblings felt the same as they continued to eat while Five pulled himself up and stumbled back to his room moving up the stairs like a kicked dog.

Only Vanya went to check on him that night, the others pretended they didn’t hear the crying.

The first day didn’t seem so bad.

Sure Five was sporting a nasty bruise on his cheek but he only had to take part in group training and after that was allowed to go study or some shit while Klaus was given his private time slot to suffer even more.

He couldn’t help but shove him to the side as they crossed paths in the hall only feeling a little bad when on instinct Five tried to teleport away and ended up on his knees gasping in pain.

It seemed like everyone had decided Five deserved more punishment as come meal time his cutlery was dulled, his chair had a tack on it, his juice was taken and whenever Reginald wasn’t looking someone would steal some of his food.

Whenever Five tried to do anything about it Luther would tip him off his chair knowing that would make him try to teleport and end with him being shocked.

By the second day it had almost become a twisted game.

Anyone who got Fives extra training particularly seemed to enjoy getting him shocked, after all by then the collar didn’t even seem to hurt him much.

At the end of the third day Klaus was woken up by someone in the bathroom throwing up. He decided to investigate just in case it was Ben.

He was greeted with the sight of a very pale Five flushing the toilet and wiping his mouth.

“You ok?” Klaus asked softly.

“You care?” Five responded groaning slightly as he put a hand on his stomach “I think somethings wrong with me”

Klaus rolled his eyes “Yeah I could of told you that... do you think you’ve got the flu?” He asked taking a step back.

Five shrugged “I don’t know. If this lasts any longer I’ll talk to mom.”

“Lucky you're not doing your personal training then” Klaus huffed bitterly “do you know I got yours today, it was hell so thanks for that.”

Five narrowed his eyes for a moment “what is your training anyway?”

That caught Klaus off guard. No one asked that it wasn’t like they weren’t supposed to talk about it... just no one did.

“Dad locks me in a graveyard so I stop being scared of ghosts. You?”

Klaus was expecting something easy. After all what kind of training could you even do for teleporting?

“I guess he wants me to be able to use my powers when I’m scared too” Five finally  said.

“Yeah but what does he do?” Klaus tapped his foot impatiently”

“It changes every time. He liked burying me alive for a while but when I figured out how to teleport without moving he switched things up with basic forms of torture. Before the... dinner incident it was waterboarding.”

The information hung heavily in the air.

Klaus had no idea that... Five was being tortured for hours daily and not even letting slip what he was going through.

Suddenly trying to run off to a different time made a lot more sense.

Klaus didn’t know what to say. He just stood there so long that Five took it as a sign to leave.

He stepped out back to his room just give Klaus a slipping glimpse of the harsh red burn around his neck.

Five wasn’t at breakfast the next day.

That seemed to be enough to end the teasing from the others and replace it with worry.

The last time Five hadn’t been present was after a mission and he got shot in the gut and needed to spend a few days recovering.

When Mom made an appearance she was quickly hounded with questions from her children.

“Where’s Five?!” Came out the front runner and therefore was answered first.

“Your brother is going to be spending the day in the infirmary. He should be fine but has got a fever so do not disturb him.” She smiled as she returned to making pancakes.

Guilt made its home in the sibling's guts.

Getting shocked over and over again as well as having your food taken could make anyone sick let alone someone as skinny as Five was.

Klaus felt particularly bad because he knew something was up but still let him go to bed to suffer alone all night.

Maybe that was why he snuck down to see him while Reginald was distracted with Allison rumouring Luther into thinking he was an alien.

He snuck down keeping an eye out for both mom and Pogo letting out a sigh of relief when he finally got down and saw Five lying on the bed.

Is usually pale face was flushed red and his breathing was a little more laboured then it should be.

“Five?” Klaus asked quietly trying not to look at the needles hungrily.

They likely didn’t have anything that would make the background screaming go away and if his hunch was right, we're just filled with antibiotics for the burn on Fives neck.

There of course was no answer and Klaus sighed.

Of course, if he’s sick he wouldn’t be awake to chat.

He really only came here to see he was ok and well... he looked a lot worse than he did last night.

He shifted awkwardly “I wanted to say sorry for how I treated you this last couple of days. What dads doing already sucks and we shouldn’t have made it worse. I hope you get better soon Vanya’s gonna be sad if you can’t listen to her play.”

With nothing else to say Klaus awkwardly stepped out of the room.

He assumed he hadn’t been caught but considering the next day when he went to check in on Five again, he found the door locked someone must have seen him.

Klaus decided to just wait until Five was better to talk to him and apologise properly... and maybe talk to him about private training again.

He wanted to help his brother and maybe be helped in return.

It couldn’t hurt to have a teleporter on your side when you're locked in a hellish place surrounded by screaming angry ghosts.

It happened at 4 am exactly.

Everyone but Klaus was fast asleep so they didn’t see the start of it.

He was staring out the window doing his best to ignore the crying woman on his bed when a familiar flash of blue appeared outside.

At first, he assumed Five got the collar off and was testing out his powers.

Then Dad, Pogo and Mom all ran outside and started yelling.

The really weird thing was that the blue glow around Five that normally dissipated in less than a second was still there.

Almost like when Ben let out the horror a blue glow came from his chest.

Five screaming was what made Klaus run down to the garden though quickly followed by the others.

For once Reginald was too distracted to notice his children breaking the rules and was instead yelling over the harsh wind and screams “the power levels have grown too high for his body to contain them any longer. I believed number Five may have use as a battery but I underestimated how fast the charge would build.”

As he spoke the glow in Fives chest seemed to crack outwards splintering out until it covered his entire body and his eyes glowed blue.

“Sir how do we help him?” Lither asked as though he could just strong arm Five into being ok.

“I’m afraid number Five is in reachable now. Return to the house at once.” He snapped but Klaus wasn’t going to have that.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was thinking as he ran over and grabbed Five my shoulders his hands burning from the heat coming off him.

“FIVE! Please, can you hear me?”

Five slowly nodded tears streaming down his face “it hurts... so bad”

His voice was distant like it was being carried away to some distant land.

“I know! You’ll be ok! I promise you're going to be fi-“

Klaus never got to finish that sentence because Five began to crumble away into a shower of blue sparks.

He did the only thing he could and pull Five into a hug right as his body dissolved into nothingness.

Klaus was left kneeling clutching the air in shock.

He could hear his siblings screams and cries behind him but he didn’t care.

Five was gone.

He frantically began looking around for Five to appear as one of the many ghosts.

Getting more and more frustrated.

“You won’t find him number Four. While number Five is gone he is likely not dead in the same sense you are accustomed to. He has been erased from existence in a way.”

The news was like a punch to the gut.

Their brother was gone.. as good as dead and Reginald didn’t even care.

Klaus was, of course, punished the next day. They all were.

But it seemed like no matter what they went through the pain of having Five torn from their lives like that was worse than anything their father could throw at them.

They grew closer in their grief and guilt. Even Vanya was included.

Ben dying was really what forced them all to move out and go their separate ways.

Being together to be picked off one at a time just hurt too much...

Klaus lost touch with the others but was content with drugs and being followed around by Ben forever.

That is until a blue sparkle caught the corner of his eye and every familiar scream lit up the night.

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reckless | five hargreeves

a/n: sorry for not posting in so long! and sorry if this is shit, i haven’t written anything in ages oof. but i hope you enjoy anyway! please give feedback! and request some umbrella academy imagines if you want!

requested: “hii i really love your writing! could i request a five fanfic where the reader has helped patch him up after battles over the years, and he falls for her?” - @spazclaiire

characters: five hargreeves x reader, luther hargreeves, pogo

word count: 1,519

summary: five is reckless on a mission and y/n has to patch him up

warnings: swearing (it's five lmao), luther (it’s a warning to me), that’s it i think

~

Five’s life was no easy task to handle, to say the least. Regular run-ins with crime and danger ever since he could remember, and more wounds than he’d care to count. Sometimes he’d wonder how things could have been, if his parents hadn’t been such money hungry bastards, or if his father had perhaps been more loving or caring. But for now, he was stuck in a routine of fights and hurt.

At this point though, he was used to it.

Anxiously, you tapped your foot on the floor, glancing at the obnoxiously large clock on the wall beside the sofa you were seated in. They were late. You were a really good friend of the Hargreeves children, actually living down the road from them since you were young. Of course, it wasn’t until more recently that you’d been able to befriend them, due to their father’s strict regime of training. But actually you all got a long quite well, although Luther tended to get on your nerves a fair amount of the time.

And let’s just say, you weren’t exactly an ordinary person. No, you weren’t one of the 43 births that occurred randomly on the 1st October, 1989. But you were special. However, your powers, unlike that of the Hargreeves, were not intended to hurt or wound. They were used to heal.

A papercut? Piece of cake.

Fracture? Easy.

Gun shot? You got it.

You could heal almost anything and being friends with Hargreeves children meant that your powers definitely came in handy more than you’d admittedly like them to.

Whenever Grace was busy with a more serious wound, you’d be left to deal with the little scrapes and scratches the kids had gotten. You didn’t mind. Especially since it meant you got to spend a lot more quality time with a certain someone.

Your eyes darted back and forth from the clock to the door as you perched on the edge of the sofa, your hands knotted in your lap. Pogo noticed your worry, frowning as he spoke.

“I’m sure they’re fine, Miss Y/N. Probably, uh, traffic...” he trailed off, trying to reassure you as your teeth worriedly tugged at your lip.

You laughed tensely, bouncing your knee unconsciously. “Yes… of course. Traffic,” you murmured back to him, knowing full well that a car was not used to take the children to this mission. “Air traffic is so common...”

He sighed at your reply, and left the room, the gentle thump of his cane getting increasingly more distant. You hated being so sarcastic towards Pogo since you knew he was just trying to make you feel better. But right now, the only thing keeping you from going out to find them was the fact that you knew that they could handle themselves. All of them.

You were, of course, worried about all of your friends. Though you couldn’t help but notice that the heavy beating in your heart wasn’t just for Klaus or Luther. No, there was only one boy who could make your heart beat like this.

Five better get home safely.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a thud as the front door opened and six frantic children burst through, closely followed by Reginald Hargreeves himself. You immediately stood up, running towards them as you try to read the situation.

Luther had Allison in his arms, her leg sticking out at an awfully strange angle. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be unconscious, her hair lying over her face. Before you could even open your mouth to speak, Luther was barging past you towards Grace, breathing heavily and was quickly ushered into the infirmary along with his siblings.

You were left in the corridor of the Hargreeves manor.

So much for your concern, I guess.

“Dramatic, right?” A sarcastic voice rang out from behind you.

You couldn’t stop the smile sliding onto your face as you spun around, meeting the grin of your best friend, Five Hargreeves.

“Well, that’s one way to put it,” you reply, making your way over to him. “How about you, tough guy? Got any scrapes that need tending to?” You joked, poking him in the side teasingly.

As your finger made contact with his side, he let out a noise of muffled pain, a hand swiftly grasping at his blazer. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved closer. “Five-”

“I’m fine.” He brushed you off and straightened up once more, though his breathing was a dead giveaway that standing wasn’t an easy feat for him currently. You sighed and grabbed his arm, beginning to pull him towards one of the many bathrooms in the manor despite his protests.

“Y’know, I could report you for assault right now if I wanted to?” He grumbled, perching on the edge of the bath as you searched the many cabinets for some bandages.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully and skipped towards him. “Oh really? I’ve saved your ass more times than I can count, Hargreeves – you really gonna be putting someone that valuable in jail?” You shake your head and place a hand on your chest dramatically. “And after everything I’ve done for you-”

“Shut up,” he shook his head, though he couldn’t hold back the smirk that slid it’s way onto his face.

You laugh at his hostility and kneeled down in front of him. “Shirt off,” you said, winking in mock suggestion which was met with an eye roll from Five as he shrugged off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt.

It was an intimate moment, one that you’d experienced many times before with all the Hargreeves children, bar Vanya. But it was different with Five. It felt less awkward, but more tense in a strange way as your hands glided across his pale skin, finding the bullet wound in record time.

You cursed under your breath. “Damn, Five...” You looked up at him, concern evident in your eyes.

“This? Tch, it’s nothing,” he replied, looking away from you and avoiding eye contact to the best of his ability, a hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks that you feel you must have imagined.

There was silence for a moment as you hovered your hand over his side, the wound beginning to scar over and close.

“Five?”

“Mm?”

“Please be more careful.”

One eyebrow raised, he looked at you in confusion. “I’m always carefu-”

“No. You’re reckless. You rush into everything, not even caring that you might get hurt! Not even caring that- that people actually give a shit about you!” You honestly didn’t know where that came from. That was not part of the plan today.

He was shocked to say the least, you could tell that from his face as he looked at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“You, uh… you care about me?” He asked, hesitantly, red dusting the apples of his cheeks.

You looked at him exasperatedly. “Seriously? Of course I care about you? Why wouldn’t I?”

He looked away once again and took a deep breath. “Ah, shit. I’m gonna dig myself into a hole here. That cool?” You didn’t respond so he answered for you. “It’s cool? Okay, well...”

He finally looked back at you, a small smile replacing his usual smirk. “I’m just gonna come right out and say it. This might be blunt but, Y/N, I really like you. You’re amazing, to say the least. You’re… you’re beautiful, you don’t take shit from anyone, and you’re almost as smart as me… almost.”

The ending made you smile, as it was so typical Five that it almost made you forget about the previous confession he’d made. But that isn’t something you can simply forget that easily. After all this time spent pining away for this smartass teleporting boy, in the end, it was him who surprised you.

You hadn’t seen it coming, not in the slightest. And no number of daydreams had prepared you for this moment. You had no idea what to say.

When you didn’t respond, Five felt a pain in his chest that was almost 100% not from the bullet wound. “I’m sorry, I- shit, I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything… I should go.” He stood up, this time not feeling like he was actually about to faint thanks to your handiwork.

However, he soon felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist and pull him back, using him as an anchor to stand. “No, wait-” you said, biting your lip. He stared at you intently. “Five, I- I like you too… as cliché as that sounds,” you admit, shyly playing with the hem of your t-shirt as you await a reply.

The reply never came. Instead, a soft pair of lips landed on your own, taking you by utter surprise. It lasted only a few seconds, short, but sweet and gentle. During it, Five had taken  it upon himself to take your hands in his as he kissed you before pulling away slightly bashfully.

“So… I guess my recklessness had a positive outcome, huh?”

“Shut up, smartass.”

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Gosh, but the scene when Vanya comes back to the Academy could have been so much different and beautiful if only any of the other brothers had been the ones who welcomed her??? It makes me so mad

Like, let's pretend all of them were with Allison and Luther when Allison woke up and Pogo told them about Vanya's powers, and what Reginald did to her and stuff:

On one hand we have Klaus. He would have been the most gentle and comforting, that's for sure. Especially since he also have this new power so he knows the feel(like he said in canon) and, assuming Luther told them his plan of locking her up again, something he also knows the feeling of, he definitely wouldn't want that to happen to her and would probably want to reassure her. First of all, he would have probably automatically asked something like 'Vanya? Are you okey?' the moment she came in, and probably would have got close to her that moment. He probably would have hugged her(actually hug her), and let her cry out, and when she were crying like 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt her, I'm sorry' he probably would have comfort her like 'it's okey, she's fine, she's upstairs, we can go see her later' (idk if Allison really was resting or that was Luther's excuse, but Klaus probably would feel it's not the best idea to let her see Allison if Luther is there). He would have definitely tried to make her feel fine and safe, and maybe forget about the incident?? (We see him comforting Luther when he's drunk, so yeah, we can kinda take from there how he'd act)

On the other side, we have Diego. I think the worst part of this would be the fact that Vanya may be scared seeing him?? I mean, maybe not scared, but she thinks Diego hates her, see how bad Diego treats her at the beginning of the show, and Vanya haven't experienced his change, so for all Vanya knows, Diego just has another thing to hate her for, and it's such a big thing as 'you (almost) killed your sister'. So I think Vanya would expect him to yell at her, to tell her to leave and that she has no place there. But I don't think Diego would do that. I mean, look at him when she sees Vanya locked up. So, I think Diego's first reaction to see her would be something like 'Vanya, you're okey'. Like, not asking, like Klaus would do; but more like, stating that she's okey, and he's surprised about it, maybe bc he didn't get to quite believe about her powers, but seeing her there while Leonard was dead like that, well, must be true then? I think... The conversation would kinda go like it went with Luther, like, 'Is Allison...' 'She survived' 'Can I see her' etc etc but when she asked if she could wait around to see Allison, he may would just have gone with a quiet 'yeah, sure', and then maybe would have let her by her own?? In the canon situation, she starts crying and apologizing after Luther told her that that was her home; Diego wouldn't say that, but let's say Vanya does start to apologizing and crying and explaining what happened too. I'm torn in this situation; on one hand part of my brain says he may would even hug her, it'd be a rather awkward inexperienced and not much strong hug, with the typical awkward tap tap in the back, but he would try. I just feel that after knowing everything about what their dad did to her and all, he would act more compassionate over her. But maybe hugging is too much and I'm just saying what I'd like to see, so the other part of my brain says he would just touch her with his arm, like, putting his hand on her shoulder/arm and telling her it's fine, and that they will go with the others later (I definitely don't think he would make her go with the rest when Luther is there and everything is so recent, especially since he knows what Luther wanted to do). Also, adding that I don't think Vanya would let herself cry 'desperately', like maybe she would do with Klaus, bc when someone gives you a comforting hug you feel like you can let everything out, but I don't think she would feel like that with Diego at all. (She may would see he's acting kinder than usual, but she probably still thinks he hates her)

And finally we have Five. I think with Five it'd be more 'professional'. There would be no hugs or probably touching. Five would give her such gentle/worring/caring/kind looks, tho, he definitely cares a lot about her, we see his looks to Vanya when she's cleaning his wound in the 1st episode. I think Five would tell her Allison is fine, and he probably would just straight up tell her that it's not the best idea to go up there since Luther is there and not very happy(thinking about it, maybe Diego would too). Honestly, I think Five would just talk with her. Unlike Diego, Five wouldn't let her on her own. I can see him maybe sitting on the stairs, and Vanya sitting next to him, and kinda talking about what happened. Like 'so you have powers', and from there they go on, and he would probably change the subject from Allison to Leonard(so it was her who killed him and stuff), and tell her about the end of the apocalypse and stuff. Basically, change topic, and, in a way, 'keep up with each other'. And even tho that'd look like Five just being interested in what he is interested, I think he would actually change topics deliberately so she doesn't think about the accident, and also telling her that she did good (with ending the end of the world and all)

These, of course, are just my headcanons; idk if it'd have really gone like that, but that's kinda a possibility I could see?? So yeah, if you've read it all, thank you and I'm sorry it ended up so long! 😅😅

#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #five hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #pogo #pogo hargreeves #this is not a luther hate post or something btw #i'm just talking over what we see him do and how we see him act #i'm not giving any opinion on him here! #i would have loved a warm sibling scene ;__; #i know it was necessary for the plot #but still ;___; #my opinion #so yeap that's become a tag #i'm probably gonna write even more opinions on tua tbh #i just have so many thing i wanna comment out loud!!! #even if no one reads it; just let it out at least! #I think I should put this post under a 'read more' but tbh Idk how to do that so sorry 😅😥

[princess-of-the-worlds]

dance with the devil

For Day Two of Klaroline AU Week 2019: Crossovers and Fusions.

Happy KC AU Week! @klaroline-events

This is for all the Lucifer fans and is based off this picspam I made several months ago.

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ao3 link: here

word count: 1668

summary: Detective Caroline Forbes of the LAPD questions an eccentric nightclub owner who claims to be the devil, not knowing that he'll change her life.

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LAPD clusters around the sidewalk, bright yellow caution tape separating the bullet-ridden, bloodsoaked body of the young blond from the public. Uniforms take statements from shock blanket-covered witnesses, and crime techs swarm the scene, picking up shards of glass and bullet fragments with tweezers and gloved hands.

As Caroline Forbes, formerly Forbes-Lockwood, approaches the scene, sensible boots tapping out a rhythm against the pavement, she eyes the bright flickering sign from the nearby nightclub The Abattoir. She’s immediately grateful for the sunglasses shielding her eyes, tossing her blond ponytail over her shoulder as she arrives besides her ex-husband Tyler.

“Care,” he says, greeting her with a civil nod. Their divorce was finalized two weeks ago, and based on the tightness of his jaw, he’s apparently still not over the fact that they now share custody of their seven-year-old daughter Lizzie.

“Detective Lockwood,” she replies coolly. “Fill me in.”

Tyler struggles not to sneer. He definitely used to be a lot more supportive before they separated. “It’s pretty basic.” He turns towards the body. “College student Camille O’Connell was leaving The Abattoir when she was gunned down by a nearby driver. Based on the cocaine we found in her pocket, she likely owed some low-level drug dealer some cash or something, which makes sense. She wasn’t exactly rolling in it.” He nods towards the nightclub. “O’Connell used to work here as a bartender. Maybe this is where she formed some connections.”

Caroline hums. “Any prime witnesses?”

“One. The nightclub owner.” Tyler grimaces. “Says his name is Niklaus Mikaelson.”

Following the slope of Tyler’s finger, Caroline eyes the man he’s pointing to. Niklaus Mikaelson is a mouthful of a name for a multifaceted man. At first glance, he looks nothing like the rich club owner he apparently is; dressed down in a Henley, dark jeans, and boots, a subtle string of wooden beads around his neck, he wouldn’t be out of place traipsing around in the woods. The devil, however, is in the details: if one looks more closely like Caroline is, they’ll spot the expensive authentic leather of his boots and the handsome Rolex around his wrist or the sleek smartphone he’s slipping from his pocket, a model that Caroline’s quite sure hasn’t even been released yet. Mikaelson is also undeniably pretty: expressive stormy eyes, a dimple grin, mussed sandy curls, lean but muscular.

“So,” is the first thing Caroline says to him as she arrives besides him, “Niklaus Mikaelson? Is that a stage name or something?”

Mr. Mikaelson shakes his head, eyes twinkling strangely. “God-given, I’m afraid.” He pauses, studying Caroline. “You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

No, they haven’t. He’s likely seen her in one of the few chick flicks that she starred in before she decided to follow her mother into law enforcement, but to keep his mind from wandering to the full-frontal nudity role that really made her stand out to the public, she quickly shakes her head. “Yeah, five minutes ago.” She purses her lips. “And I’m the one asking the questions.” When he hums in acknowledgement, she nods. “Tell me about your relationship with the victim.”

“Well,” Mr. Mikaelson says consideringly. “Cami used to work here a few years ago; she was trying to gain admittance into a prestigious undergraduate psychology program. She’d dropped out from college when she was younger to help her twin brother with some family problems. I pulled some strings.” He frowns. “She was about to graduate, so she came by to thank me.” His eyes flicker a shade darker. Caroline blinks, swearing she spots a glimmer of red in his pupils. “Then someone decided to end her life.”

Huh. So Mr. Mikaelson definitely had some personal investment here. Could he have been in a relationship with the victim? What kind of strings had he pulled for her?

“Did you know the shooter, Mr. Mikaelson?” Caroline asks.

He grimaces at the name. “Please, call me Klaus,” he requests with an easy smirk. “And no, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off.” His smirk becomes a bit subdued. “I asked him why he did.”

“Like to play cop, do you?” Caroline cocks a disbelieving eyebrow.

Klaus chuckles. “No, I like to play in general, Detective.” He eyes her form appreciatively and smiling amicably at her. “What about you?”

Caroline ignores his question, delving forward with her investigation.  “So you had a conversation with a dead guy?” She knows that it’s her case, that she’d insisted on it to Tyler, but why does she always interviewing the weird guys?

Frustratingly, Klaus shakes his head, but his eyes are still indecipherable. “Oh, no, he wasn’t quite dead.” He taps his elegant fingers along his upper thigh, drumming out a rhythm that only he seems to be able to hear or make sense of. “His soul hadn’t crossed the threshold.”

Seriously?

It takes all of Caroline’s willpower to keep her expression neutral and calm. “I see,” she replies sharply. “Did he tell you why he did it?”

The nightclub owner fixes her with an amused glance. “Why, money of course. You humans love your money.” He says it ever so strangely.

“Yes,” Caroline retorts, suddenly defensive. “Yes, we do.” She raises her chin pointedly. “And, uh, what planet are you from? London?”

To her surprise, Klaus tosses back his head and laughs full-bodied. The sound, although charming and handsome, catches the attention of several of the uniforms, and they turn to stare at them. Amongst them is Tyler. Caroline nearly flushes. “Yes,” Klaus admitted. “He also said, ‘I just pulled the trigger.’”

“Now, don’t you think that’s interesting?” She lifts her head, fixing Klaus with an appraising glance. “Cami was shot to death by a drug dealer and looks like Cami herself kept the guy pretty busy.” Her ponytail swings over her shoulder with her movements. “You know, it’s sad, it’s ugly, but it’s not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She gets riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out.”

Something dark passes over Klaus’s eyes, and his lips press together tightly, voice becoming strange. “You know, it doesn’t quite work like that, Detective,” he tells her.

Caroline hums, tapping her foot against the pavement. “It’s quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don’t you think?” She raises a critical eyebrow. “Why don’t you tell me something?” She pauses. “How did she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets, and you get away without a scratch? I think that’s interesting. Don’t you?”

“The benefits of immortality,” Klaus says.

“Immortality.” Dryly, Caroline shoots back, “Mm, of course. Uh, you spell that with one or two M’s? I always forget.”

“What will your corrupt little organization do about this?” Something about the way Klaus says it makes Caroline look at him strangely. There’s something off about it, something strictly non-human, but she can’t put her finger on it.

A moment later, she shrugs it off, shivering, and focuses on his question. “Excuse me?”

“Will you find the person responsible?” Klaus asks her directly. “Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you?” He fixes her with a stern look. “Because it is for me.”

Under his gaze, Caroline bristles. “You’ve got some balls on you, pal.”

At her remark, he looks delighted, eyes twinkling, anger slipping away like mercury. “Oh, thank you very much, but they’re really...quite average.” He smirks.

“I bet.” Caroline allows an edge of steel to slip into her voice. She’s used to her colleagues and the public underestimating her as a woman and as a detective, but she won’t stand for it.

“Now, are you sure that we haven’t met?” Klaus ignores her warning. “I could swear I’ve seen you naked.” He looks considerate now. “Have we had sex?”

A wave of anger washes over her, her vision flashing red. “We’re done here.” Her boots scrape against the pavement as she storms away 

“Uh, Detective! Wait!” Klaus chases after her. “Someone out there needs to be punished,” he says as he catches up to her and matches her stride. Something about the way his accent caresses punished strikes her wrong. “We’re not done.”

Turning her back on him, Caroline peels off in the opposite direction, heading towards one of the uniforms. “Yeah,” she calls behind her. “Yeah, we are.”

***

If someone had told Caroline later that this was the moment her life would change, that this man, this nightclub owner, who looked like an angel, claimed to be the devil, and would sometimes smile like a demon would uproot everything she had ever known, she wouldn’t have believed them, but it would entirely be the truth.

Not much later, Klaus Mikaelson would show up everywhere on the Cami O’Connell case until they finally found the killer, a former classmate named Aurora de Martel. He would try his little “desire is my superpower” trick on her and fail, though he would somehow use it to trick Aurora into stuttering out her confession. Eventually, he would somehow convince Caroline’s boss, the police chief, into letting him become a consultant. Then she would see him every single day at work.

Soon, he would save her life over and over again while she danced around his flirtations and rolls her eyes at his claims of being devil, even when he introduces her to his bartender Marcel - apparently a demon - and his brother Elijah the angel. He would meet her daughter Lizzie and treat her better than even Tyler at times despite inching away desperately whenever she launched herself at him to hug him. He would belittle and irritate Tyler too, but both men would begrudgingly work together.

Unbeknownst to her - and to him, Caroline would fall in love with him and Klaus with her, and when he revealed his true devilish form to her and when she finally believed him, she wouldn’t recoil. 

Because she would be in love with the devil.

#kcauweek2019 #klaroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline drabble

[hermitreunited]

Because They Have a Blanket Chest Now

Daily-Fluff-Dose Day One

Prompt: sickfic

Characters: Allison + Klaus + Vanya

Of course they all deserve a cookie and a pat on the head for stopping the end of days, but when they returned from that exhausting little time journey, Klaus hadn’t been too impressed. He hasn’t been to the apocalypse, he doesn’t have that to compare things to. The world still just looks like the world, big deal. He can see that objectively it is, in fact, a big big deal, so yes, great job everyone, but the important thing, really, is that when they came back, Ben was alive, thank God.

Thank Five, actually. And thank whoever takes on the task of making sure those two scheming, ancient pre-teens never meet each other.

The point is that Ben is alive, and it’s wonderful; he can read all those books Klaus never got for him and see places Klaus never took him and spend time with people other than Klaus, and that’s really great and Klaus is so incredibly happy for him, and also, Klaus is a little bit lonely these days.

He’s never been good at sleeping through the night, and even less so these days, with no way to keep the ghosts quiet and more nightmares to choose from than ever before to shock him awake.

He’s not complaining -  he’s not - he’s not. What he is is he’s walking.

He’s almost done walking. Took a turn about the old neighborhood for, gosh, was it really a multiple hours? But now the streets are starting to wake with people heading off to work like normal people do, and Klaus is heading home, because he’s not wandering around homeless and high off his ass these days, but he is still nothing close to normal.

He stops in to the corner store first. They have these little puffed pastries with cherry filling in them, gleaming red at the ends like rubies. He coveted them when he was little, and then he stole them when he was older. Today’s probably the first time he’s ever paid for them; he wonders if that’ll make them taste sweeter. He stuffs the paper bag with more than he can eat and hopes he can use them to bribe someone into hanging out with him, at least for a little while.

It’s really early when he shoves open the heavy front door and slips inside. Five may be an early riser, but really, it’s really early. The house is too big for this to be an actual plan, but Klaus decides to go brew some coffee and maybe the smell of it percolating will reach up to Five’s room and he’ll float through the halls and down into the kitchen, riding along on the wafting scent like a hypnotized cartoon character.

Although. He might not need Five after all.

Allison is sprawled across the hard maroon couch in the great room, Vanya with her knees tucked up to her chest is sitting wedged at the end by Allison’s feet. Allison makes a very unhappy sound and extends her arm straight up in the air just to bring it down and press a hand to her forehead. There’s a couple - wow, a couple, impressive - empty bottles of wine on the center table.

Klaus grins. So maybe he won’t have to con Five into a chat.

He still is going to need some coffee.

Once he’s in the kitchen with a plan to set in motion, he gets a little overexcited. Goes a little overboard trying to make eggs. It seems like a good idea, but Klaus has never made eggs, not any time that he’s been sober enough to remember, anyway. When Mom makes them, they don’t usually look this wet, he doesn’t think. He scoops them out onto two plates anyway and dumps some black pepper over the top in case that’ll help.

He debates piling everything onto a cutting board or something to bring it all out in one trip, but he decides that he’s not Cinderella and his balance is just not that good. An excellent decision, it turns out, when he accidentally shoulder-checks the doorway on his way in. And then the sloppy scrambled eggs nearly fall off the plates anyway because the whole of everything shakes for a few seconds. The noise of his entrance caught Vanya by surprise, but it’s as impressive an arrival as a person could make.

In sing-song tones, he asks, “And how are we feeling today?” Just to be a pain, because he definitely already knows the answer.

“I never drink this much,” Vanya moans. “How did we drink this much?”

“I’m too old for this,” Allison says like it’s an agreement, even though it’s barely a connected thought.

Klaus plops down cross-legged on the floor next to the couch and waggles the food in Allison’s face. “You’re never too old for breakfast!”

She props herself up sideways on an elbow. With an expressive wrinkle of her nose - she’s an actress, she’s good at dramatic faces - she seems to immediately think better of it and goes back to being fully horizontal.

Skeptically, she asks, “Is that edible?”

“It’s eggs,” Klaus says brightly, because that is the one thing about them that he knows for certain.

“That wasn’t really an answer. Was that a real answer?” Allison checks with Vanya.

“Not an answer.” Vanya’s mumbling so much it’s practically all one word.

“You ever seen Diego eat eggs?” Klaus says. “He cracks those fuckers raw right into his mouth, lets them slide down his throat.”

Vanya groans and clutches her stomach, which makes Klaus grin, but he does take pity. He’s been on the other side of this situation more times than he hasn’t. More times than he’s done most things. He hauls himself to his feet. “Stay right there.”

As he bounds out of the room, Vanya mutters something that sounds like, “Not going anywhere. Ever again.”

Allison takes her coffee darker than Vanya does. Klaus picks up the two mugs, then puts them back down so he can grab a pair of water bottles, since they are probably going to want some of that, too. He stuffs those under his left arm and ends up having to carry the bag of pastries with his teeth. But he does manage to get everything in one trip, and without spilling anything! This is the kind of incredible feat of dexterity and willpower that Klaus can be fully supportive of, because it’s definitely unprecedented and he knows what a pain in the ass it would be if he had to stop and clean a huge mess off of dad’s expensive carpeting.

Vanya hugs her mug close to her chest. She doesn’t drink it, just keeps her eyes shut and her breathing deep. Allison doesn’t even bother taking it, so he puts it on the table with the rest of the abandoned food.

“You had a great night then, huh?” If Klaus was really as good a brother as he’s pretending to be, he’d be quiet, but he’s bored and unexpectedly ghost-free. “So spill.”

“No men,” Vanya murmurs, and Allison echoes her loudly.

“No men!” she says. “Was a good night, with no men.”

“That does sound like a good start,” Klaus agrees. He sips on Allison’s bitter coffee since she’s not making any move on it. He doesn’t love coffee, but the warmth is nice. The cup is heating up his fingers, which he didn’t even realize were cold.

“Why are we so bad at men?” Allison taps Vanya’s leg with her foot. “Is it them or us? They were both so bad.”

“So so bad. I mean, it’s them, but also it’s probably us.” Vanya slurps up some of her drink and Allison rhythmically nods, her chin pressing down to her collarbone over and over. “I guess it’s just Hargreeves family bad luck.”

“Hey, speak for yourself.” Klaus wedges his feet beneath the sofa and leans back against the low table. “My man is perfection.” Except for the being dead part, which was less than ideal. In all other ways, though. Perfection.

“What if, actually,” Allison says, “nobody speaks. We could all stop speaking.”

“Start sleeping.” Vanya agrees.

She looks about ready to take her own advice, right away, so Klaus hops up and plucks the mug from her hands. She doesn’t open her eyes but she makes an annoyed noise and then that makes the floor rumble a little. Her little grabby hands open and close on nothing.

Klaus shushes soothing sounds at her and pulls out her favorite soft blanket from the chest they keep in here now for those. Because they have a blanket chest now. Every time Klaus sees it, it still makes him smile knowing how much it would piss the old man off that they have a whole box taking up space in here, all filled up with comfort items.

He pulls out Allison’s oversized orange afghan too, and flutters them up and over his sisters, tucking the edges in along the sides. Both of them are already completely dead to the world. That probably isn’t likely to change for a while. Hangover naps are a dense, weighty sleep.

These questionably edible eggs are not going to get any more appetizing, so Klaus gathers up the plates again and scrapes them into the kitchen trash. The most important item of all is the ibuprofen he fetches from the top shelf.

Even shaking the bottle like a maraca doesn’t wake these sleeping beauties. Not that he wants to. Vanya is making little snuffly snore sounds, it’s adorable. Setting the pills down, he gets reminded about those pastries he bought.

He sits between the table and couch again, but this time turned the other way, feet under the table, and cushions and Allison’s legs at his back. Looks like he’ll have to eat alone after all. He blows out a disappointed sigh. Being sober blows, and being sober all by himself is worse. But he’s not completely alone. The girls may be asleep, but they are right there behind him, warm bodies and soft breaths.

Allison’s not using the whole blanket. It’s huge. Half of it is draped off the edge of the couch anyway.

If he does the math, Klaus figures he can’t have gotten more than three hours of sleep before he went out for his circuitous neighborhood comeback tour.

He snags the afghan spilling onto the floor and tucks it below his chin.

It really is very cozy under here; he did a great job taking care of the two of them.

The scent of coffee is nice and relaxing, too.

That’s another first - this room actually feels peaceful. That’s definitely never happened before.

His eyes drift closed without him even noticing.

#DFD #Daily Fluff Dose day 1 #tua #I doubt I will be doing all of these but dang if this didn't just take over my head for the day #I hope that being hungover counts enough as being sick for the sickfic prompt?? #and going platonic because I can barely write shippy things for the ships I actively ship #Klaus and Allison and Vanya #being sleepy and soft together it's cute okay #This was really fun to write! Thanks for putting together a fandom challenge like this <3 #whoooops i'm terrible at titles but i definitely need to go to sleep and not worry about it soooo here you go #long post #tua ficlet