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Someone - Ghost Ben Hargreeves x Ghost!Reader

Request: Ben hargreeves x reader who is also a ghost??? And klaus ships the hell out of em & Ghost ben x ghost reader with klaus third wheeling hehehehe i need more platonic klaus and reader stuffss

Warnings: mentions of drugs (well.. it’s Klaus) and death (uhm bc ghosts?)

Word count: 2 045

“TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR-!”

Klaus jumped up so quickly that he almost fell out of his bed. The bright sunlight that was shining into his room was blinding and hurt his eyes, mostly, but not only, due to the terrible hangover he was suffering from.

“What-“

He blinked and noticed two figures standing at the end of the bed. One was Klaus’s deceaced, adopted brother Ben, and the other was you, the also deceased neighbor, who the Hargreaves kids had been friends with for as long as they could think. Now both ghosts stood in Klaus’ room, staring down at him in worry. Klaus usually loved his sleep but today your obnoxiously loud and off-key singing had woken him up for good; saved him from the lost souls that chased him in his nightmares.

“You were screaming,” Ben explained, crouching down to his brother. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Klaus shook his head no and slowly untangled himself from his blanket, earning an unnerved screech from you.

“Seriously, you sleep in a shirt but without pants?”

You turned away, deciding that it was too early in the day to be faced with Klaus’ bare legs in all their pale beauty.

Ben just chuckled.

“You hang around all the time anyway,” Klaus answered, reaching for the hand Ben had offered him, but was only met with thin air, causing him to sigh and get up by himself. “I bet you peek when I take a bath!”

“Oh, he’s fine,” you answered Ben’s question that had originally been directed at Klaus. “If he can hit on a dead person this early in the morning, he’s fine.”

And with these words you left the room. Through the wall.

Ben watched as Klaus wandered over to the chair by his desk and grabbed a flower skirt which he put on.

“Oh man, seriously?”

“What? Flowers match my aesthetics!”

“I meant the stupid lines you throw at (y/n) all the time. You know they don’t like it! You’re just gonna chase them away eventually,” Ben complained.

“Oh, they know it’s just banter,” Klaus disagreed, “and you’re just jealous that you don’t have the courage to be so open.”

Ben’s eyes widened, and he almost would have jumped forward to cover Klaus’ mouth with his hands to make him be quiet, but it would not have made a difference anyway since he was not made of matter.

“Shh,” he hissed instead, “They might hear you!”

“Oh come on,” Klaus threw his hands in the air, “did you still not tell them you like them? I didn’t raise you to be such a coward!”

“Yeah, you didn’t raise me at all,” Ben spit back, “and it doesn’t have to do anything with cowardice, just so you know.”

“Oh really, then why didn’t you tell them yet?”

Ben sighed, not sure what to answer. He did like you, very much in fact. But you were friends, and if he confessed that he liked you… the usual problems anyone who had ever been in love with their friend. But with the little additional problem that both of you were dead. For all eternity. You would both be stuck together in this weird situation until the end of time.

In the meantime, oblivious to the conversation that was going on in Klaus’ room, you were wandering around the Hargreaves mansion. Sometimes it upset you that you had no possibility to talk to anyone, other times you had fun commenting on the inhabitants’ routines the same way a sports reporter would, but today you were content just strolling around the house.

Grace was sitting in the gallery, embroidering flowers onto a white piece of cloth. For a while you watched her precise movements, then you walked over to the edge of the balustrade and watched Diego practicing his knife throwing. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and was throwing his knives against the door while turning to change the angle as often as possible. With slight amusement you watched the cold metal blades boring themselves into the massive wood where they stayed stuck, vibrating from the impact.

After you had watched Diego for a while you walked downstairs into the kitchen, where you found Luther brooding over his oatmeal.

“Knock, knock, anyone home?”

You pretended to knock your knuckles against Luther’s head.

“Sorry, that wasn’t very nice,” you mumbled, and flopped down on the chair opposite him. “sooo, what’s going on inside that head of yours, hm?”

Since, unlike Klaus, Luther could neither see nor hear you, he did not respond or even move, he just kept staring at his half eaten breakfast.

“How do you do that, dealing with your feelings for Allison,” you wondered, still not receiving an answer, but not expecting one either, “everyone knows you guys have a thing for each other, and you are always around each other. How does that not totally destroy you?”

Luther sighed and picked up his spoon, twirling it between his fingers.

“I mean… do you feel remotely as lonely as I do? Every time I see Ben, or even think of him, I… I see what I could have, how perfect he is, how kind, how… broken. He never wanted his power, yet he was the one burdened with it, and it’s so hard for him. And I just want to help, but I also want so much more! I want to hug him, and kiss him, and tell him everything will be alright! I want to make sure he’ll always be safe and welcome with me, and… then I remember that he just does not feel the same affection for me as I feel for him… and it just sucks.”

Luther dipped the spoon into the oatmeal, and pulled it back out, but instead of eating it, he turned the spoon so the oatmeal dripped of the spoon and back into the bowl, making a strange, wet sound.

“Yeah, something like that.”

~*~

No matter how much you adored Klaus and the stupid jokes he was making, you could not always hang around him. It was not so much his character, or Ben’s constant presence that made things hard as much as it was what he poor bastard did to himself. You were pretty certain Klaus had tried out every single drug nature and mankind had ever developed, and he spent most of his waking time getting high on them. You just could not watch it. You and Ben were the only two ghosts who got through to him once he was all drugged up, and you had lost count on how many times you had tried to stop Klaus from taking whatever he was about to take, but to no avail. He never listened. And while Ben hung out with Klaus for whatever reason, you just could not. Klaus was not your responsibility, and he had made it pretty clear that he did not want your concern either. And so you tried to stay away from him most of the time he was not clear.

The sun already began to set over the city when you made your way up to the roof. You loved sitting out here, watching the last light fade in the distance and the stars creep out of their hiding. You missed the feeling of the sunbeams on your skin and the wind in your hair, but at least you still got to watch these perfectly rich colours on the horizon and on the roofs.

You wondered whether in ten, twenty, a hundred or even a thousand years you would still be able to enjoy these images as much as you enjoyed them now. Would you stop caring eventually, when everybody who had ever bound your soul to this world had died? Would you turn bitter and angry, like a poltergeist? You could not remember ever having met such a ghost. Most of the time the other dead people were just shadows of their former selves, and hardly any were as conscious and active as Ben and you. Would you lose this energy eventually? Would you too just turn into some dead shadow of your former self?

While you were still thinking about these topics, Ben had slowly approached you, and sat down next to you. Only then you noticed him.

Turning your gaze away from the skyline, you looked over at him. Ben’s eyes were closed and his head was dropped back into his neck as if he was trying to feel the wind and sun on his face. But you knew he could not. Some people might think it to be romantic to be a ghost, but really it just felt like you had been robbed of some of the best things in life, like the feeling of wind and sun and water, your favourite foods and long Sunday naps.

“How was your day,” you asked, looking back at the horizon.

“Ah, you know,” Ben shrugged, “the usual. Klaus being a dick, Klaus being annoying, Klaus sleeping, Klaus listening to music …” You laughed, and Ben could not help but feel a little proud for having made you laugh. “And yours?”

“Watched Grace, watched Diego, had a very one-sided conversation with Luther and some of the portraits in the gallery, and I am currently enjoying this wonderful sunset,” you summarized.

“What did you talk to Luther about,” Ben wondered, and for a moment you wondered if he was jealous. But of course he was not. Why should he be? Luther did not even know you existed in this afterlife.

“Allison, loneliness, as you said, the usual,” you answered.

“You’re lonely,” Ben wondered, and turned to look at you.

“Sometimes,” you admitted, “I mean… I can see my family every day, but I can’t change anything about how their lives have changed without me. I never thought my dad would be one to drink, but here we are! And my siblings are all grown up now, moving away, living… and I’m just here like… maybe I should attend college, just out of curiosity. Or go to some workshop for knitting, even if I can’t do it myself.” You hesitated for a moment, before continuing more quietly. “I just feel like I’m lacking sense. Like… something’s missing.”

“Or someone,” Ben added, more to himself, but when he looked up from where he had been staring at his hands, he saw you were looking at him.

“Someone,” you asked, not sure if you wanted an explanation.

He did not answer. He just stared at you. At the sunbeams that caught in your lashes and made them glow, but left no shadows on your cheeks, at the way your eyes skipped over his face, trying to read his expression, but failing. Over the years he had learned that the only thing that felt real in this strange state of being a ghost was the touch of another ghost, and it felt weird and foreign since it happened so rarely. Ben did not know why exactly, or whether there was any reason at all, when he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours. Maybe it was just to stop that look on your face that tried to hide disappointment. Maybe it was because he had wanted to do this since he had been a teenager. Much to his relief you did not pull away, instead you leant in, gently kissing him back and driving his heart crazy, especially when you decided to place your hand at the side of his face to pull him closer. Your skin was warm and soft and real, so different from the strange world of the living all around the two of you. Ben did not quite realise it until he had pulled away again, cheeks blushed and lips swollen, but something felt different. It was not just the ecstatic feeling of knowing you liked him just as much as he liked you, but something more. What had you said about this feeling of loneliness earlier? As if something, someone, was missing? Ben leant his forehead against you and felt your eyelashes flatter against his skin. That feeling of something missing was gone now. He had found the Someone he had been missing. You.

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cursebreaker-lilith · 3 years

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HC List #4-Wands

Wand HC’s! Mostly focused on the wood since there’s more variety than with the cores.

Also if you have any suggestions for Ismelda, Skye, or Murphy please tell me, because I don’t have their characterizations down as well and I’m not 100% sold on my choices for them!

Rowan

Hornbeam “with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term ‘vision’), which will almost always be realised.” Unicorn hair

I had a lot of trouble with Rowan. I considered, duh, rowan wood, and I believe the former head writer said Rowan had a rowan wand, but I think hornbeam fits. Rowan has a clear ‘vision’ and goals with which to get it, so it seems fitting.

Ben

Black walnut “If the witch or wizard is unable or unwilling to be honest with themselves or others, the wand often fails to perform adequately and must be matched with a new owner if it is to regain its former prowess. Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork.” Phoenix feather

This is sort of inspired by someone who had done a wand wood post then deleted it :’) Anyways, there’s the good at charms bit (Ben’s specialty) but also it just fits Ben’s narrative. He is not someone honest with himself and that affects how he lives his life hugely, so a wand that reflects this problem makes sense. Then a phoenix feather core, because again, Ben’s problem is he has a lot of talent but is held back by himself. If he were to shake off his fears, i think itd be a good match .

Penny

Alder “not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable.” “whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards.” Unicorn hair

Saw the first quote and was immediately like Penny! Then saw the second quote and knew it was Penny’s wand wood. Unicorn because she’s pure .

Merula

Red oak “You will often hear the ignorant say that red oak is an infallible sign of its owner’s hot temper. In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand.” Dragon heartstring

She fits that first part. hot temper, a good dueler, fast reactions, all very Merula. And she pairs it with dragon heartstring for extra power and ease to do darker spells.

Bill

Poplar “‘If you seek integrity, search first among the poplars,’ was a great maxim of my grandfather, Gerbold Ollivander, and my own experience of poplar wands and their owners tallies exactly with his. Here is a wand to rely upon, of consistency, strength and uniform power, always happiest when working with a witch or wizard of clear moral vision.” Dragon heartstring

It’s like Penny, I saw the description and immediately went Bill! Literally everything about that description fits Bill very well. Dragon heartstring, as its considered to do more powerful spells. As for some hc’s, I feel he’s one of the few Weasley’s to get his own wand just because he’s the oldest so he kind of gets everything new.

Tulip

Dogwood “Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun.” “when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments.” Dragon heartstring

I wavered between giving dogwood to Tonks and sycamore to Tulip but in the end I put dogwood for Tulip because I saw “clever and ingenious” and immediately thought of Tulip over Tonks (not that Tonks isn’t clever, but Tulip is more proud of her cleverness). Plus I thought of a wand much more known for mischief would delight her in rebelling against her parents. (I know the former head writer said her wand is meant to be cherry wood and a hand me down from her grandmother, but I like Tulip having her own wand. Fits with her sense of independence better.)

Tonks

Sycamore “The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities.” “As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous,” Unicorn hair

Like with Tulip above, both could fit either girl, but certain words made me choose these woods. for Tonks, it was the use of “curious” and “adventure.” Tulip rebels to break rules, but Tonks just likes fun and adventure, so this felt a better fit.

Barnaby

English oak “A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizardkind for both magic and pleasure.” Dragon heartstring

Another one where I instantly put the wood to a character. With perhaps the exception of the “intuition” bit, every part just screams Barnaby. Loyal? Yes. Strong? Yup. Courageous? Deffo. Loyal again? Mhm. Affinity for natural world? Totally. And dragon heartstring for extra power.

Ismelda

Yew “Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses.” Unicorn hair

I had a lot of trouble with Ismelda. This probably isn’t what i’ll settle on tbh but it’s good enough. It’s sort of like her. Has a dark reputation but is much lighter on the inside.

Charlie

Ash “Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not, in my experience, lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. However, the brash or over-confident witch or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant.” Unicorn hair

Charlie does have a canon wand for this period, which is Ron’s wand. Probably coincidentally, but the ash tree description fits him well, so I do like to think that the second wand he gets after he graduates was also ash. And a hc note, I like to think the wand Ron had was also a hand me down to Charlie. No way that wand got that bad in only 7 years, even if Charlie is a bit rough and tumble. Plus if it was a personal wand, why would he give it away? So, yea, he graduated, got enough money for a new wand and Ron received his old one.

Andre

Spruce “The spruce wand requires a firm hand, because it often appears to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce. However, when a spruce wand meets its match – which, in my experience, is a bold spell-caster with a good sense of humour – it becomes a superb helper, intensely loyal to their owners and capable of producing particularly flamboyant and dramatic effects.” Unicorn hair

I had a hard time with Andre, but this called to me best with him. I thought adjectives like ‘bold’ ‘good sense of humour’ ‘flamboyant’ all fit well with him.

Jae

Redwood “redwood wands are not themselves lucky, but are strongly attracted to witches and wizards who already possess the admirable ability to fall on their feet, to make the right choice, to snatch advantage from catastrophe.” Dragon heartstring

I struggled a lot with Jae unable to decide if I wanted him to have Redwood or Fir. He always had dragon heartstring, but I couldn’t decide on a wood type. I liked them for pretty much the same reason in that both have an emphasis on coming out on top despite the odds which I think fits Jae. Anyways, I eventually picked redwood because I just liked the description in regards to Jae better aha.

Badeea

Walnut “Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability.” Unicorn hair

I had another one originally, but “innovators and inventors” just fits Badeea much better than what I originally had. Not much else to say.

Liz

Apple “They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic. It is said that the possessor of an apple wand will be well-loved and long-lived, and I have often noticed that customers of great personal charm find their perfect match in an applewood wand. An unusual ability to converse with other magical beings in their native tongues is often found among apple wand owners” Unicorn hair

One I took from that post mentioned above as I was rather stuck on Liz. But I do feel it fits. Liz is a Slytherin but is against the idea that Slytherin = dark, so that bit fits, plus she’s all about the magical beings and I wouldn’t be surprised if she was good at speaking mermish and such.

Diego

Red oak ”In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand. Less common than English oak, I have found that its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive, trademark spells, and a good man or woman to have beside one in a fight. Red oak wands are, in my opinion, among the most handsome.” Unicorn hair

So this is the same as Merula, but I feel he fits the second half of the description while she fits the first. A dueler, quick witted, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a distinctive spell, and I’m sure he agrees that his wand is as handsome as him. He however has a unicorn core as hes much lighter and nicer than Merula.

Talbott

Chestnut “The wand of chestnut is attracted to witches and wizards who are skilled tamers of magical beasts, those who possess great gifts in Herbology, and those who are natural fliers.” Phoenix feather

There was another I considered entirely bc it had like “mysterious loner” in it, but honestly this one sentence screamed Talbott to me. Like, he’s mentioned being great at comc, loves herbology and is one of the best in the class, and I would definitely say he’s a natural flier lol Now with chestnut wands, they change a lot depending on the core. But the description mentions only unicorn hair and dragon heartstring alongside specific descriptions, while the one above is standalone. So I’m assuming its meant to go with phoenix feather, which I would’ve given him anyways. Bird core for a bird boy.

Chiara

Willow “Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it.” Dragon heartstring

It took me a while to decide between willow or hawthorn, both of which mentioned healing and insecruties. Eventually I decided on willow entirely because it’s a paler wood and fits her whole silvery aesthetic.

Bea

Fir “There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive.” Phoenix feather

While Bea has a big change, I wouldn’t call her changeable considering she’s sticking with her new style and outlook. And I would call her a survivor. Poor girl’s survived a lot already and she’s only 12. : (((

Skye

Spruce “which produces wands that are ill-matched with cautious or nervous natures, and become positively dangerous in fumbling fingers. The spruce wand requires a firm hand, because it often appears to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce.” Dragon heartstring

I used this for Andre, but I feel it fits Skye too. She’s very brash and confident (or appears that way) so I feel she would have that firm hand needed.

Murphy

Ebony ”Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider” Unicorn hair

Murphy is very open about how he is who he is, so even though he isn’t an outsider, I feel he has that “courage to be themselves” bit down.

Orion

Beech “The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant.” Unicorn hair

Yet another one where I read one sentence and was like oh that’s them.

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #merula snyde #bill weasley #tulip karasu #and all the others theyre mentioned too #hc list series #text be mine

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dawnwriterimagines · 4 years

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"At least somebody's happy to see me.": Vanya Hargreeves

Summary: When the Umbrella Academy finally reunites in 1963, an amnesiac Vanya reunites with her sisters, happily, especially Number Eight, who Klaus actually makes visible, after her death by Vanya's hand.

Warning(s): Fluff, light angst, etc.

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You could still remember the way Vanya's sound wave had cut straight into your body, slicing messily through your clothes and across your chest. Vanya was dragged away by Leonard, or Harold Jenkins, sobbing and screaming out her frantic apologies when you felt yourself slipping away.

Allison had been next to you, having used your power to block Vanya's accidental attack, but it only caused the energy to bounce off your materialized shield and into you. It cut off, slicing the nape of Allison's neck, she stuttered out a painful "I heard a rumor..." to no avail as Harold Jenkins escaped with Vanya in tow.

Your sister held you tight as your family came to rescue you both, and she didn't let go, even when you quickly passed in Luther's arm's during the frantic car ride home.

Later, Vanya came home, to the Academy but by that time, Luther was fully aware of what his sister could do, but he would soon see for himself. Blinded by loss, he was quick to isolate Vanya until he was sure of what to do with her, in short, it didn't work out.

Meeting the enraged Vanya at her recital theater, with the commission's lackeys on their tails, the group of siblings banded together to take her down. During the battle against gun wielding agents of the commission, Klaus unleashed his hidden power, a magnificent display of his growing abilities.

Luther's eyes were wide in disbelief as you came to view in an ominous blue light as well as Ben Hargreeves, their long deceased brother, having grown up apparently in his ghost form. The siblings couldn't believe their eyes as you and Ben made quick work of taking down the agents, their bullets flying straight through your intangible bodies while you sent them flying and Ben's monsters ripped them apart.

Exchanging a glance with Klaus, you looked away to turn towards Vanya, who's eyes were squeezed shut as she focused deeply on the resonance of her violin, holding tight to the bowl of her instrument as she glowed with a pure white light and the wood draining of color with her clothing. You began to walk down the aisle, towards your sister, your siblings finishing off the agents behind you.

A violent wind consumed the theater as Vanya went on, her music as beautiful as it had always been, tears slowly manifesting along the corners of Vanya's eye's as she remembered her sister, how she had dreamed of seeing you in the audience, embracing you off stage when her performance was finished. The memory of you pulled her to continue, her sorrow pouring into the strings of her violin, the sound growing and energy rising all around her.

"Vanya..."

At the sound of your voice, Vanya's brows furrowed, her Boe pausing, missing a chord in the song. Was she imagining your voice now?

"You play so beautifully," Vanya felt your hand on her shoulder. She gasped harshly, her eyes bursting open, her tears finally falling like raindrops, she sucks in a breath as she looks over to see you. Her eyes are wide, her core filled with energy she had unconciously built up, the sound of the violin chords still floating through the air despite not a note being played. "You always have," you continue, a soft smile upon your lips.

Vanya stares at you in shock and disbelief, she can see the blue hue to your skin, the ominous light that surrounds you but there is no mistaking your presence, it was you. "(Y-y/n)?" She stutters with a small, fragile voice. Reaching her hand out to touch you, gasping and flinching back as she can feel your hand in hers, so cold, yet as comforting as you had always been.

"It's me," you wrap your arm's around the broken woman, who quickly drops her violin and bow to return it with a desperate embrace.

Vanya releases a choked cry, shaking as her body quickly racks with sobs, the light surrounding her soon begins to diminish. She holds you tight, crying with a stuttered, "I-i'm s-sorry! I'm sorry!" Repeating brokenly while you squeeze her tight to you, feeling Klaus's power fading.

"It's ok," you pull away to wipe away her tears. "It's ok." You smile, leaning forwards and pressing your lips upon her forehead, "Don't worry anymore, Vanya. It's ok."

The moment her hands slip through you, your form suddenly vanishing, she breaks down, clutching her chest painfully, before feeling the build up of energy within her quickly taking shape, she gasps out as Allison behind her, fires off a shot behind her that startles her senses. A large beam of light and paralyzing sound leave Vanya and shot out of the circular window atop the Icarus Theater, hitting the moon and destroying it.

It doesn't take long for the siblings to realize their fucked. Five quickly devising a plan to go back in time to evade the apocalypse.

Obviously, he fucked that up.

The siblings find each other after a year and/or more of being apart, all separated between 1961 to 1963. You and Ben stuck with Klaus, who somehow found himself becoming a cult leader. You had found Diego a while back, having declared himself a psychotic and sent to an asylum for trying to save the president from his future assassination. Klaus found Allison later on, or she found him, she had married and became a civil rights activist. Luther was found by Five, who was last to teleport to 1963, he became a body guard for a big shot mob boss, you were actually pretty surprised to find that out. Vanya...well, you weren't sure where Vanya was, Five did say he saw her, she's supposed to be a nanny now, on a farm?

Five found Klaus and Allison, eager to finally get the group back together, meeting up at the hideout he had with a alien theorist, this family can never even say the word 'normal'.

Vanya sat on the couch, facing Luther and Diego, horrified to find out about the evil deeds of her asshole adopted father. Keeping her drugged up on pills to suppress her powers? Keeping her isolated from her siblings? Jeez, now she really had to meet this guy.

"Hey! Get down here already!" Vanya perked up, upon hearing Five's voice, the three siblings getting to their feet and walking over to the railing to view.

"Is it just me...or did we all get hotter?" Klaus wondered aloud.

Your eye's widened upon seeing Vanya, you smiled to yourself in relief, "Vanya," you hummed to yourself.

"I can't believe I have a sister," Vanya laughed excitedly before skipping down the steps, a smile on her face, looking at Allison. You raised a brow before recalling what Five had told Klaus of Vanya's memory.

"Klaus," you nudged the seance. Klaus looked at you before back at Vanya.

"I mean, won't she maybe, freak out?" Klaus wondered, glancing at Vanya.

She shuffled in front of Allison, recalling how pretty unwelcoming her brothers had seemed when they found her, none of them seemed to had missed her. She hesitated in embracing the only other woman of the many siblings, wasn't she told that she had 2 sisters?

"Vanya," Allison breathed, smiling softly as her sister came waking down the steps to her, brightly. Allison stood there, almost awkwardly, "I missed you." she couldn't help herself when she walked forwards to finally embrace her sister.

"Thank god, somebody did," Vanya joked half heartedly, stiffly welcoming her embrace before relaxing and hugging back, relieved.

Klaus couldn't help himself as he aww'ed at their sisterly reunion, "Aww! This is precious," he wrapped the both of them in his arms before giving a loving kiss to Vanya's forehead, "Finally, Vanya! Where have you been?"

Vanya blushed at the love she was suddenly receiving from her siblings. "Around, I guess."

You frowned, shoving Klaus's arm, "Klaus!" You warned, Klaus flinched lightly before sighing.

"Ok! Ok, I got it!" He raised his hands in defeat. Then, turned to Vanya and Allison, who raised a brow confused. "Hey, um, Vanya, come with me, please."

Klaus dragged Vanya away from Allison, who gave her brother a confused frown, before he pulled Vanya into a corner as everyone began to go upstairs to discuss Five's plan.

"Hurry it up, Klaus," Five sighed as he straightened the collar of his uniform, looking over the balcony before turning to head to the couch.

He waved the old man in a child's body off. "Yeah! Yeah, I got it!" He then turned to a nervous Vanya.

"Did I do something wrong?" She wondered, her fingers pull down on the end of her shirt, anxiety filling her.

Klaus raised a brow. "No, no. Why would you say that?" He then realized what it seemed like, dragging her secretly over from everyone in attempt to have a private conversation that may have to do with telling her off. "Oh, no! Haha! Don't worry, I just wanted to talk to you, Vanya." He smiled, the girl laughed lightly, her shoulders relaxing visibly. "Well, I mean--" he glanced over at you, "Not me. But, another member of the family."

Vanya titled her head to the side, her brows furrowing. "I thought we were the only ones left?"

"Well, yeah...but--she wanted to see you again. She's kind of bugging me about you." Klaus let out a small 'ow' when an invisible force seemed to jab him in the ribs. "Alot."

Vanya's eye's widened before she began to grin widely. "Wait...I have another sister? Really?!" She questioned, happily. "That's great, no offense, but there's way too many boys in this family," Klaus shrugged his shoulders, nodding at the fact. "So, where is she?"

He looked over at you, "You ready?"

Vanya glanced at the empty spot before assuming he were talking to her. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "Always."

Klaus stepped back alittle, taking a deep breath, shaking his hands out to prepare himself. Vanya pursed her lips, blowing out a low breath, "What're you doing?"

"Just a sec!" His hands begin glowing an ominous blue, that makes Vanya step back in surprise. Klaus leans over into himself, concentrating his ability to conjure up a misty figure beside Vanya, she notices, jumping back to the side with a loud gasp.

"Woah! Hey, what's happe--!" Vanya presses herself against the side wall as the person comes into view, illuminated with the same blue light coming from Klaus's hands. A beautiful woman her age, (h/c) hair and leather pants with a fitted top under a loose jean jacket that steps towards her. "W-what?"

You smile widely, "Vanya!"

The small woman's eyes are wide in disbelief before she pushes herself lightly off of the wall, taking a hesitant step. "W-who are you? Do I know you?" She looks over at Klaus, who's already begun to sweat faintly along his brow. "Is this--is this my sister?"

Klaus grin's, nodding. "Vanya, this is our sister, (Y/n) Hargreeves."

You can't wait any longer and quickly rush up to Vanya, she's shocked when she feels your arm's wrap around her, a warmth she's never felt before enveloping her upon your touch. You held onto her, running a hand down her hair as her hands come up to wrap around your waist. "I've missed you, sis."

Vanya can't help the smile that spreads across her face, she let's her head settle into your chest, she wonders if the heartbeat she hears is from you or her. "I have another sister..." she breathes, you chuckle.

"Yeah, you do," you pull away, keeping your hands on her shoulder's. You then look at her eyes, they're different, "So, you don't remember us, at all? The academy? Me?" Some part of you hoped she would've, when she saw your face.

She shook her head, tilting it down, guiltily. "I was hit by a car, I lost my memory, I don't remember anything..." her eyes then narrowed before she glanced up. "Well...I think I remember something...but I'm not really sure. It's a fragment of a memory if anything," she sighed, alittle frustrated. "It's just a song. Not even a lyric...just the name, I think. But I've never heard of it, and it doesn't exist here, I guess it's one from the future. Our future, I guess."

Your eye's widened, before you asked her. "What...what's the song called?"

Vanya paused, looking at you now, fully. The glow of blue around you reminded her of a black and white movie, she wondered if she could remember the color of your hair if she tried, did you have highlights, maybe two different colored eyes? "...she told me her favorite song was (f/s)...I...it's like listening under water, it's not very clear...but I can still feel a hand around mine throughout the entire thing..." Vanya's lips tug up, recalling all the nights that the memory had comforted her, knowing someone out there was waiting for her to come home.

You would've cried if you could've, but you could only smile, sorrowful and relieved at the same time, "I'm glad to know you still remember...you used to hate that song...so much!" You chuckled at the end, Vanya's eye's drifting upwards, her heart doing flips and her eyes going red as they burned. "But, you put it on the record like clockwork, every Sunday night. We'd lay on the rooftop and watch the stars until the sixth flicker of the low brook street lamp. The city never got that thing fixed," you recalled fondly.

Vanya sniffled softly. "...b-but...but how could---how'd this happen to you? I remember you. I remember you like....like it was so recent. How did you die?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter, Van," you rough your hands up to her cheeks, wiping the tears that began to fall down her cheeks. "It doesn't matter. It matters only that, I got to see you again. And I've missed you, so much, Vanya. So much," you brushed her hair to the side cupping the side of her face as Vanya breathed a sad laugh, taking your hand in hers. "I love you, Vanya. Always know that, okay?"

Vanya couldn't speak, biting her lip to hold the sob creeping up her throat, she hasn't heard those words in years, and she could feel every emotion that you carried in that single sentence and it made her want to hold you and never let go as she sobbed her heart out. She nodded, vigorously, "I-i know. I know," she sniffled harshly, she could hardly believe she was breaking down right now. She hardly remembered you, she didn't know why she was crying but a part of her was just falling apart and she didn't know why.

Klaus placed a hand on your shoulder, "(y/n)..." he whispered, softly. Not wanting to break up the two of his sisters, he guiltily spoke, sadly nodding towards the spirit of his dead sister, "I'm sorry, I can't keep going..." he apologized, before you shook your head.

"No, Klaus," you reached out, holding onto his hand, "This was more than enough," you leaned up, placing your lips along her cheek. "Thank you for giving me this time. You can rest now."

Klaus nodded, before letting you go, briefly. Turning to Vanya, who's grip on your hand grew tighter, "Vanya..."

"P-please, just give me...give me alittle more time," she begged. "I don't know why but...I'm just so...I'm so scared to let you go!" She wrapped her arms around you, squeezing you tight as she sucked in a shuddering breath as she sobbed into your chest. "Please, don't leave me."

You closed your eye's, wanting so badly to cry, to shed even a single tear but everything felt so bottled up, thrown into a pit so big it would never be released, it hurt. You hugged her to you, she held you tighter, "I'm always with you, Vanya. I won't ever leave you," you breathed, kissing the top of her head as Klaus's power began to fade, you felt her touch begin to slip, your body be coming intangible once more. "It's ok. I'm right here, for you."

Vanya collapsed to her knees as you slipped through her hands, silently wrapping her arms around herself as Klaus tiredly walked up to her, going to his knees in front of her, he sat there, laying a hand on her back. Before the young woman leaned forwards to wrap her arms around him, her head against his shoulder. Klaus encircled her shoulders, pulling her to his side as she began to slowly calm.

A few days later, Vanya's memory returns. She remembers everything about her family, about you.

And as she stands, walking out of the FBI building, she wipes away a stray tear as she remembers the last time she had seen you. You had forgiven her, loved her unconditionally, embraced her and welcomed her despite what she had done to you.

Today, she'd save the world with her family, for you. And she knew that you would always be by her side through that and the future ahead.

#vanya x reader #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy klaus #klaus x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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TUA SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN AU

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the "story" takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(Huntsman) Diego has been roaming the dark woods for years, on the run from the two queens. He loves his mother Grace, but she died with Ben - and the person in her body now just isn’t very nice. He’s angry, and bitter, and full of heartache and pain… losing your family will do that to you. But he’s still looking for Five. His beloved husband may be dead, but there’s still hope for their son. Right?

(Gold Queen) The Handler is the gold queen. She believes love is a weakness, and how could she not - her sister Grace ruined herself with love for her children. Then again, she supposes it’s a bit her fault that Grace went mad - the Handler was, after all, the one who killed the child that left Grace a cold, icy bitch.

(Ice Queen) Grace does not believe in love. Any child of hers foolish enough to fall in love will be taught the same lesson she suffered to learn - love is synonymous with death.

Five can’t remember the names of all the people he’s killed. The Handler took him from his mother when he was just a baby - he has no knowledge whatsoever of who she is. The Handler forces him to kill people in her courtyard arena, claiming him as her champion, and he knows he’ll die if he lets her down. She promised to bring him back to his family if he just stays a good little boy and does what he’s told - Five thinks she’s probably lying though. He had a friend here once, Dolores, and the Handler agreed not to make him fight her… and then turned her into a gold statue in the middle of the courtyard, where Five has to see her and be reminded of his failure to keep her safe every single day.

Klaus has been stuck down here for who knows how long. It’s damp and dark and cold and there are bars on the window. Grace dragged him here what must’ve been years ago, probably because she found out about him and Diego - not that it matters. Grace banished Diego, and Five was taken from him long ago. Diego’s probably dead, Klaus knows how it is out there, and his son is also probably dead. There’s only so long for Klaus anyway - he’s been seeing his dead brother Ben lately, and even Klaus is smart enough to know that’s probably not a good sign.

Ben died at the hands of the Handler when he was only fourteen. His death cause Grace to go full psycho, and Ben… exists with that guilt every day as he looks after Klaus, who is slowly going mad. Ben needs to get him out of here, but first he needs to find Diego… and Diego has always made a point of being very, very hard to find.

Allison was one of few children who managed to escape both the queens when the war began. She found a home with a man called Reginald and thought she was saved… but he was just another asshole. He treats her and the other refugees like slaves, knowing they’ll never leave out of fear of the queens’ killing arenas. Ray and Luther are her fellow inmates - and they all want out.

Vanya is a witch, trapped in a cave by the Handler after being stolen from her mother Grace. A selkie named Sissy came to help her settle in her first day, and now collects ingredients for Vanya’s experimental break-out spells. They fell in love, and have a son named Harlan together from Vanya’s magic, but it’s unlikely they’ll ever be allowed to touch, a constant blue shield between them.

Cha-Cha and Hazel are the Handler’s personal generals, and when they learn that Klaus is alive, they take him on orders from the Handler, who knows he’ll be good bait now that Diego is the symbol of the revolution. Agnes is the village healer they force to heal Klaus after they’re done torturing him for information, which he never gives. She detests both of them, and eventually uses her magic to knock them out and set Klaus free.

Eudora is leading a rebellion against the two queens in secret. She has no idea about Reginald, or else she’d go after him too. When Allison kills Reginald, she brings herself, Luther, Ray, and all the other captive young adults to Eudora’s safe haven, where she trains them into soldiers for the upcoming fight. If they don’t want to be soldiers, they train to be healers under Agnes, who tells Eudora of the dead prince being locked in the Handler’s dungeon and tortured, having apparently been imprisoned. Look, Eudora’s not a bad person, she’s just a strategist - and it’s better to have Klaus in captivity long enough for her to get Diego on her side, using his husband’s rescue as leverage.

Lila is the Handler’s personal guard. The Handler believes she has Lila’s complete loyalty, but Lila’s been slipping information to Eudora for years - Eudora, who she’s in love with. Eudora, who kisses like the sky does the ground. Eudora, who will leave Lila to die once she’s no longer of use. Or so she thinks.

The Handler wiped Five’s memory when she took him at five years old, so he doesn’t remember his family at all. She’s hoping nobody comes along and breaks his programming. She’s spent so long on it. It’d be such a shame.

Across the land, Allison serves Reginald dinner. She refills his drink, picks his knife up from the ground, and stabs him through the heart. Then she and Ray and Luther and the others fucking book it.

Diego wanders the woods alone, intercepted only by Eudora, who he locks in awesome battle with before realizing who she is. They smile at each other and she asks him yet again to join her movement, which he refuses. She smiles ruefully and disappears.

Allison and Ray and Luther join Eudora’s cause with the others, Luther quickly becoming their best soldier, Ray their most gifted healer, and Allison equal to Eudora in both physical and mental prowess. Eudora is hunting in the woods one day and runs into Lila, the two of them having a love-at-first-sight moment. Lila hears her name called and runs away, but they remain drawn to each other, even if Eudora can’t shake the mark of gold on Lila’s wrist from her mind.

The Handler starts making threats at Vanya, mostly about Sissy and Harlan. Klaus has forgotten what the sun looks like, but is given a refresher on the moon when Cha-Cha and Hazel break into his cell and steal him in the middle of the night. Ben holds him the whole time, but he’s so scared. So so scared.

Eudora and Lila keep meeting in the woods, mostly by accident. Lila starts telling her things, important things, and one day lets slip that the dead prince Klaus is alive and imprisoned in the Handler’s dungeons, to which he was brought from Grace’s dungeons. Eudora listens, enraptured, and nearly kisses Lila goodbye before remembering herself. This is how she wins Diego.

Diego finds out Klaus is alive from Eudora and is angry at her for using Klaus’ life as leverage, deciding to go see for himself. He overhears some guards talking about it, and is running down to the dungeons when he slams right into someone. They pull back, curse words on Diego’s lips, and Diego is met with Klaus’ wide green eyes, looking at him with some sort of euphoric wonder.

Overjoyed, Diego clasps Klaus’ face in his hands and kisses him. Klaus laughs, loud and bright, and slings his still shackled hands up to loop his arms around Diego’s neck, kissing him again and again and again. Their reunion is interrupted by a loud clang, upon which they realize they’re still in the Handler’s castle. Diego wraps his arm around Klaus’ waist and they run together, but skid to a stop in the shadows in the Great Hall, freezing as they stare across the room at Five, whose memories are slamming back into him as he lays eyes on his parents for the first time in eight years.

Klaus makes for him, Diego not far behind, but just as Five takes a step forward, finally broken from his shock, the sound of the Handler’s stilettos clicking down the hall come from behind. Their eyes meet again, Klaus’ widening as he realizes what Five’s about to do, but Five just shakes his head, mouthing, I love you. He then reaches out with his hand and sweeps them out the door with a snap of his fingers, locking himself inside with the Handler once and for all.

Devastated at the loss of their son, again, Klaus and Diego wander through the night, only settling down once to sleep, Klaus’ head on Diego’s chest. They whisper about their son and each other until dawn, finally rising to continue their journey. Diego manages to use a stick to pick the lock on Klaus’ chains, and they head for Eudora’s camp, Diego finally agreeing to join now that he knows his son is trapped in the Handler’s hold.

With Diego in the fold, Eudora’s army is combat-ready in no time. Eudora makes her way to the woods, waiting for Lila, who has finally agreed to leave the Handler and join Eudora’s cause. But instead of Lila, the Handler comes, having found out about Lila’s little excursions and deciding it was time to put a stop to it. She captures Eudora, taking her back to the dungeon, and starts making the moves to enact her big plan.

Lila finds Eudora’s bow on the ground in the woods and rushes towards her camp to tell Diego the news.

The Handler goes to retrieve Vanya from her cave, ready to use her secret weapon. Sissy screams, trying to stop her, but the Handler shoves her back, Sissy knocking her head on a rock and going limp. Vanya, seeing this and Harlan hiding behind a tree, screams, all of her power letting loose at once and shattering the cave and the curse that traps her in it. The rubble nearly crushes the Handler, but she saves herself with a shield, though not before Vanya is able to escape with Sissy and Harlan, disappearing into the woods.

She makes her home at Eudora’s camp, where Lila now helps lead troops with Diego, scared for Eudora’s life. Klaus helps the healers, and brings them undead soldiers to improve their numbers, desperate to bring his son home. Allison and Ray have an unstoppable magic act, and Luther has his own legion of soldiers to lead. They finally feel they’re ready, marching towards their positions to surround the Handler’s castle, when winter suddenly falls over the land and Grace emerges from the trees, calm and as cold as ever.

Agnes is behind her, trembling. Klaus gently guides her to their side, remembering how she helped him escape. Diego stares down Grace, saddened beyond belief at who their mother has turned out to be. Grace tells Diego she’s disappointed in him - he was her greatest prodigy, the only one she truly believed was strong enough to be a good soldier, the only one who had given up love - an ice blast gathering in her hand, ready for Diego’s heart. And then suddenly, Ben is in front of her, his eyes full of sorrow as he whispers her name - Hey Momma.

Grace’s blast desintigrates in her hand. She stares at the ghost of her long-dead son, tearing up, and falls to her knees as winter extinguinshes into dust around her. She sobs into her hands, apologizing over and over for all she’s done to them, and is shocked when Diego touches her shoulder gently, gazing at her with soulful eyes. Help us win this war, Momma, he says softly. Help us, and all is forgiven. She swallows, and nods, and takes his hand, walking with them into battle.

They march to the castle. Lila saves Eudora from the dungeons, who kisses her through the bars - I knew you’d come for me. Diego is leading one legion up against the back while Allison, Ray, and Luther lead legions in on all other sides. Vanya’s working on breaking down the magical shields the Handler’s put up. The Handler emerges, and the battle is in full swing.

Agnes is knocking out bitches left and right with her wooden cane, and Hazel is punching the lights out of anyone who gets too close. Cha-Cha closes in on Five, who’s caught up in defending Dolores, and strikes him with a spell that’s blocked by Klaus. Klaus, with fire in his eyes, steps in front of a wide-eyed Five with glowing hands and a morbid grin. Not my son, you bitch, he hisses, and proceeds to beat the shit out of Cha-Cha while Five grins and whoops before running off to help Diego.

Eventually it comes down to the Handler in the throne room. Her legions falling, she prepares to oblierate everyone with her powers, but Grace enters the room, ready to stop her. They engage in an epic battle of gold and ice, in which Grace is fatally wounded by the Handler. She uses the last of her power and strength to impale the Handler on an icicle, watching with a smile as Diego brings a battleaxe down on the Handler’s neck, Grace’s eyes fluttering closed.

The kingdoms are reunited under Allison’s common rule. She rules alone, though married to both Ray and Luther, and her siblings make their homes in her court. A statue of Grace spins in the courtyard on the other side of Dolores and Ben, all surrounded by flowers. Eudora and Lila remain unmarried, but travel the world together. Ben still talks with Klaus, who helps organize all the parties at the palace. Diego is the captain of the guard and Five enjoys childhood, though he is also regarded as a fierce warrior in his own right. Vanya and Sissy settle down in the woods with Harlan and Agnes and Hazel stay down in the villages on a farm (they have a lot of cows). They’re all very happy, and very safe. Well, until Leonard the king of tar shows up. But that’s a story for another day.

Oh, and there are dragons. Because reasons.

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viktorhargreves · 4 years

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some thoughts i have on the s2 promo stills

I think Ben is appearing either in a dream or to someone other than Klaus. The reason I believe this is the color composition for the shot and the framing. The Umbrella Academy is a dark show. Literally. And the season two promo pictures are no different from season one. Why the sudden departure from this? Promotional photos directly from the source (i.e. the production department) usually are not put through filters so this is how it will be shown in the show. So why the brightness? I think it’s either a dream or revelation (you know the cheesy trope where the sunlight streams in and someone finally pieces things together) or maybe it’s a vision that someone has of Ben. Contenders for this? No idea. But judging from the body that’s strung up on the ceiling (yeah, I didn’t forget that part) it could be Vanya. Or I could be totally wrong. Either way, the body does hint towards Klaus’ telekinesis, something he has in the comics that we have yet to see in the show (besides the suitcase debacle).

We know that Five is the last to be sent to the 60′s so if he’s stuck in a new time with no one around what does he do? Find a mannequin and make a new friend (or something more). Maybe what we are seeing is him about to home-wreck this bitch and steal little miss blue-dress here. Or maybe he’s looking back at a different character... the villains of this season perhaps? Or maybe The Handler makes a comeback? Either way, he looks cautious and if he is looking at someone less than savory then the set up we see could be set up to mock him rather than a harmless department store display.

The paper reads: “S.J.C.C. asks... Have you experienced DISCRIMINATION by your employeer?” Not much comes up in Google for a look into who S.J.C.C. could be but I personally am SYKED to see The Umbrella Academy hopefully tackle race issues. Especially at this time in the world, it could be what people need. Also a new hairstyle for Allison which I love. I personally hope Allison is thriving but this is the 60′s and even though The Civil Rights Act was signed in ‘64, there was no across-the-board stop of segregation at once. I hope for her sake she stays safe.

Again, we know that Five is the last one to arrive. Perhaps he gathers them all to this place to tell them about the newest apocalyptic event about to take place. But a barn? Not sure why. Everyone else is dressed in back, however, even Klaus which is very telling that something is wrong. Allison has lost the hair bump (she was probably just wearing it to fit in). Luther has a beard which is very telling as well because the only other time that we have seen him with one is when he woke up from his surgery (supposedly after a long period of time) so if it was in his control he would shave it off to be the good little soldier that dad made him. Maybe being stranded in Texas in the 60′s made him depressed like we saw towards the end of season one or maybe he just wants to live a little. Diego’s outfit looks very similar to his vigilante outfit in season one but with what looks like either shoulder pads or a hoodie. This could be one of two things: he is still a vigilante using his powers for good, or he works a job like construction or something similar judging by the cross-chest harness. And Vanya. Look’s like she’s wearing a suit jacket. Peak gay. No further comment.

GOOD GOD!!! What to say, what to say. As it’s been pointed out already by many other users, Ben. Is. Holding. Keys. That means he is corporeal and has a physical body. Whether this is for a short period of time like when he punches Klaus in season one or if this marks the beginning of a new era of Ben-filled The Umbrella Academy is unknown. Klaus is a fashion icon. That much we been knew. Although, his beard is longer than the promo pictures despite being in the same outfit. Longer than the picture above too. I’m excited for this scene regardless of what it is about, but if I had to guess: Klaus is motioning for Ben to give the keys to him. The car broke down. Klaus gets out and tries to fix it by popping the hood, only he knows nothing about cars. He gets angry and throws the keys. Ben catches them. Klaus is then irritated and asks for them back. That’s just my take. Klaus looks like he’s smiling but it could be the natural face a person makes when they are squinting from the sun (this is Texas and those are sunglasses (also water is wet)).

#justgirlythings. Vanya is the only one who seems uncomfortable, also where are Klaus’s shoes? If you look in the background it appears this isn’t a salon as you would guess on the first look but rather someone’s house. Maybe this is a way to time travel without Five? Or some other sci-fi device like the shoot that Cha-Cha and Hazel used in season one to get their orders. Either way, there is a lot more going on here than we know from first looking and I wouldn’t put it past anyone that this is an important still to remember and keep in mind.

Iron Man references aside (thank you Justin Min), look at her entire body posture and language. Clenched jaw, clenched fists, forehead straining, eyes closed but not clenched like the others, neck straining. Vanya appears to be in the middle of nowhere so maybe she’s testing her powers? Last time we saw her testing her powers it was in the middle of the woods with Leonard so maybe this will be a good parallel. What else to do in the 60′s when you’re stranded than to try out your superpowers that you just remembered a few days ago?

Vanya! Is! Happy! She is definitely smiling and looks genuinely more happy than she did with Leonard in any event. The blonde woman is Marin Ireland who plays a character “Sissy”. Variety and Netflix have stated that Sissy is "a fearless, no-nonsense mom from Texas who married young for all the wrong reasons". Maybe, and I’m just spit-balling here, she married young because of internalized and outward homophobia that is probably rampant in the 60′s and in Texas. She meets Vanya and the two begin a relationship. Friends? Lovers? More? Vanya’s right hand is either on a gear shift (manual transmission i.e. stick shift cars were much more common in the 60′s than now) or on Sissy’s knee. I like the idea of her resting her hand on Sissy’s thigh and smiling, maybe driving off on a new life together.

Like. The Gang’s all here, Scoob. Even Ben! Allison is talking, it seems so to have Ben in the shot is odd. Usually Ben only appears when Klaus is the main character of the shot or the scene since he can only see him. Except, maybe everyone can see him!! Klaus can summon Ben as seen in the season one finale so maybe he was able to do it for a longer amount of time. I personally really hope that we see more of Ben (which the stills lead me to believe) and that they will develop not only his character and backstory more but his powers as well. His power rivals only Vanya’s is sheer amount of destruction it can cause. The room, however, where they all are looks unassuming. It could be where Five has taken up a residence, could be a house of one of the other siblings (we know that some of them did in fact settle down and start lives in Texas), or maybe it’s just a safe place to meet as a team. Either way I am psyched!

It’s safe to assume that these are the assassins. Whether they are with the organization that The Handler was with is unclear. What is clear is that I get Stranger Things vibes from these guys. It might be the white hair and dark, cloudy road. Either way, these guys are played by Tom Sinclair, Kris Holden-Ried, and Jason Bryden left to right and they play Oscar, Axel, and Otto respectively.

Diego, Diego, Diego. My son. Disregarding the long hair and beard completely because I refuse to acknowledge it at this point, here is my interpretation of the scene. This is a flashback in the same fashion that we had a Diego flashback in episode three of season one. That flashback had Grace helping Diego through a stutter and then in one camera motion showed current-day Diego sitting on his old bed. This could be the same kind of thing, with current-day Diego sitting where he past self was and watching a scene unfold around him. Why else would he be in his uniform? How could it fit? How could he be back in the mansion?

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That’s all I have to say about it for now but my ask box is OPEN for theories, possible explanations, or hypotheses on season two or any of the promotional stills. Time travel is messy. Let’s see what happens on July 31st.

#the umbrella academy #tua #tuaedit #netflix #netflixedit #i was not paid to do this lmao #mine #mine:headcanons #shows #rm #tua spoilers

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Umbrella Academy 1.02 Review

Run Boy Run

Diving into the second episode of Umbrella Academy, I still wasn’t sure exactly what to expect. Sure the first episode introduced us to the main players, the Umbrella Academy themselves, and some of the issues they’re facing - Klaus’s drug addiction, Diego’s issues with what seemed like pretty much everything, Five being chased down by what seemed like assassins, and the little issue of the impending apocalypse - but with a show that had a pilot episode as unpredictable as this one it was anyone’s guess what I was letting myself in for this time.

The episode started with a much younger Five, although he looks exactly the same due to some miscalculations (I'm sure it would have made more sense to me if I were smarter), trying his hand at time travel against the orders of his awful father. Unfortunately for Five, as we are already aware, his awful father was right - time travel is unpredictable and he wasn’t ready. None of this was new information but it was fun to see Five flit between times however brief.

Back in the present day it doesn’t appear that Vanya is taking Five’s warning that the world’s about to end very seriously, and in all fairness who can blame her? Five however is insistent on figuring out what causes the apocalypse and enlists Klaus’s help with the matter. I mentioned in my review of the first episode that I was already aware of the actor who plays Klaus as Nathan from Misfits, he was my favourite character in that show and never fails to make me smile when onscreen as Klaus. I don’t know if it's the character and material he’s being given, the actor himself or a mix of the two but I could watch Klaus and Five trying to find the owner of the mysterious eye all day long and it would still be brilliant. Unfortunately for Five, the eye hasn’t been manufactured yet so there's no way of tracing who it’s going to belong to.

Speaking of Five’s issues, there's some new assassins (I’m assuming, they certainly don’t mind leaving a mess) in the form of Hazel and Cha Cha who are determined to track him down. I’m really intrigued to find out just what it is that they want with Five. I mean they literally destroyed the department store trying to get him, while Five desperately tried to protect a mannequin he has named Delores (seriously is Five OK?)

Meanwhile Vanya meets her new student, Leonard, who tells her he’s learning violin for his father and invites her to visit his wood shop. He came across as genuine with Vanya and wanting to get to know her better but I’ve seen enough TV to know not to trust everything you see - Leonard, I have my eye on you.

The end of the episode left us with the continuation of the first sequence, Five having arrived in the post apocalyptic future, with nothing but burning rubble around him. He pulls an eye from the hand of what turns out to be a dead Luther, before we see him find the remains of Klaus, Diego and Alison all recognisable to a Five that’s never met his adult siblings, through the matching umbrella tattoo their Dad made them get as children.

Extra Thoughts:

I’m aware I haven’t mentioned Alison, Luther or Diego here but to be honest, the Luther/Alison dynamic is weird and nowhere near as interesting as the rest of the episode and I find both their characters annoying at this point, hopefully that will change. Diego is more interesting but again not as interesting as the others right now

Klaus seems to be in constant contact with Ben, also didn’t Ben die as a child/teenager? Why has he aged if he’s a ghost?

The actor who plays Five is incredible, I go through a range of emotions while watching him, believing completely that he is a clever, broken, old man desperate to save his siblings without having any idea how to be honest with them and let them in after the years he’s spent alone, stuck in the body of a young teenager, the actor can’t be much older than 15ish, Having that ability as such a young age is impressive

Vanya was missing from the dead siblings Five found in the future, that has to mean something. They have also mentioned multiple times that she was ‘ordinary’ as she doesn’t have a power - am I buying that? Absolutely not, Vanya has a power, I would put money on it

Episode 2 definitely didn’t disappoint, bring on episode 3

#tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #alison hargreeves #diego hargreeves

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Of Death and a Baby

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 23

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Author’s note: There’s the use of indigenous language, Nahuatl, casually but magically as well. Nahuatl is the language used by the Aztecs. It doesn’t mean they were magical, but Día de muertos was celebrated long before the Spanish conquista. Because of the focus of death in this chapter I personally think that the connection between the tradition and language is quite beautiful and I wanted to use it in a way with respect. I personally am learning Nahuatl and felt the enthusiasm of incoporating it to the story. If someone finds it offensive or has notes about it I will gladly take them and even erase the chapter if necessary.

Warnings: kinda long, swearing.

(no gifs bc my wifi sucks)

“Okay, so, are you sure he had no aura? Like, not even a spark of red? Yellow? Heck, not even blue?” Diego was sitting criss cross in front of you. You shook your head as you finished drawing on your floor.

“Nothing, and when I say nothing, believe me, it was nothing. You remember that spooky book at school? The one with the weird gray lump?”

“Wha-the weird one?”

“It reminded me so much of that.”

“Word?”

“Word. Hence this.” You signaled towards the things drawn on your floor, all surrounded by the respected color, tarot cards, crystals and herbs. Diego sighed as he helped you light up all the candles.

“You know, if they find out about this, they’ll get mad.” He said as he placed his hands on his knees, palms hugging them lazily.

“¿Quién?” You asked as you did the same thing. He gave you a look as if you were supposed to know who he was talking about.

“Sam and Dean?”

“Oh, pft, who cares if they get mad? Esto es justo y necesario. Además sus sentimientos no tienen nada que ver en si hago magia o no. Screw them.” he dedicated you a proud look, before clearing his throat. “Ready?”

“On three?”

He nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Nihuinti, nichoca, nicnotlamati, nicmati, nic-itoa, nic-elnamiqui: ¡Maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Incan ahmicohua, incan ontepetihua, in ma oncan niauh: ¡maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Estoy ebrio, lloro, me duelo, digo, me acuerdo: ¡ojalá no muera yo, ojalá nunca perezca! Donde no se muere, donde se encumbra, allá vaya yo- Ojalá.” You both chanted in unison. The circle started to illuminate with variety of colors, though the ones that repeated the most were red, purple, orange, green and blue. You kept chanting the same words over and over until in the center of it all, you got an answer.

Slowly, you both opened your eyes and moved your hands from your knees as you looked at the center on the circle.

You sighed. In temporal burnt letters it was written “Tetlapopolhuiliztli. Atlenkauitl.” Which meant sorry, no time or bussy.

“Well, there’s another way.”

“I know, but it’s the longest way of invoking death.”

“But it’ll be worth it. You’ll have your answers.”

You sighed while passing a hand through your hair.

“Es la muerte. Tiene sentido que esté ocupada.”

“Ni modo.” Your phone vibrated in your backpocket. You took it out and checked it only to find a text from Lisa. She managed to convince Dean to get on board with the gun lesson and the knife throwing. Verga. You forgot about it or rather you were utterly convinced that he wouldn’t give in that you decided to focus all your energy and thoughts to summoning Death. But well, she was busy and now you were stuck multitasking.

“It’s not fair. I wanted to learn how to throw it.”

“I know champ. But for now your mom gets this privilege.” You caressed his hair slightly. Though Lisa didn’t feel it like a privilege. She would rather not have to know how to fire a gun and throw a knife, but her situation demanded it so here she was.

“Okay, once you master the movement of your throwing hand and you don’t fear to hit your foot instead of the wood your standing on-”

She looked at you with a mock on her eyes at your teasing.

“Then you’ll move from throwing at the floor to throwing at a wall. For now, stick to the other method, the precautions and keep practising. Salt in the windows and doors, the whole shebang.”

She nodded as she and Ben helped you get the set up you brought for her practicing. Next thing you were at the door, already saying your goodbyes and as you walked a block away your phone vibrated again. Since you wanted to summon her, you kept thinking everything could be a signal that death actually made some time to pay you a quick visit. But sending a text wasn’t her style and when you saw your screen it was Dean’s name that appear. It was a text, however, you didn’t get the chance to read as a call came to replace it.

“Hey. I was just with Lisa and Ben, made sure the house’s properly safe and all. What’s-”

“Y/N, we need your help.” He sounded desperate, his voice was rushed and it sounded as if it came from different places, kind of like up and down, for some reason.

“Wha-Why? With what?” Just after you asked your ears were filled with the sound of whales, very noisy and demanding whales with a tiny sob here and there.

“Is that a baby?!”

“Yeah! I told you we need you! Quick, I don’t know for how much longer we can handle this!”

“Okay, but-”

“Perfect. See you here.” And then he hung up.

+++++

There was a knock on the other side of the door, a very loud knock. "No, no please don't…" Dean muttered as he heard the baby starting to cry again. Sam passed a frustrated hand over his face as he saw his brother open the door only to be met by another catastrophe. Your eyes were flames and he could swear you could kill anybody with that glare.

"What. The. Hell? At least if you ask me to come over give me the fucking place where you're at! I had to open five different doors to come here! There's a Swedish family you owe an apology to!" You practically helped yourself in. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself as you walk through all the room. Your eyes landed on the whaling baby. "Hi. I'm sorry, did I scare you, darling?" You went to pick him up and to the brothers surprise the baby lifted his arms at you. "Yeah, come here buddy. Hi! Are these evil men not attending to your needs? They're pretty awful aren't they?"

"Excuse me?" Dean glared at you and the baby as he settled his head on your chest, on top of your heart. You passed a soothing hand through his back and rocked him gently.

"Sorry I woke you up. They were awful to me as well." You whispered to him.

"Oh, come on!" Dean, once again, complained.

"That's a lie." You heard Sam say at the table.

"Don't believe them. They would say anything to save their necks. A bet they don't even hold you. Tsk. Muy mal." With every word you felt him relax and you looked down to confirm that his eyes were droopy.

"Hey, about your spanish." Started the older Winchester and measured his words as he was met up by a murderous gaze.

"What about my Spanish?"

"I'm tired of wondering whatever you're saying all the time. Could you just cast that spell that Diego did for Tyler?"

"Me too."

You turned to look at Sam and you couldn't see anything other than mere curiosity. You rolled your eyes as you whispered the spell and a light orange smoke appeared at your feet before dispersing quickly, as though something scared it.

"Did it-did it work?"

"Pues claro que funcionó. ¿Verdad que sí mi niño?" And as you spoke words started appearing as if they were watching a movie with subtitles.

"Wow! That's awesome! Say something more."

You thought for a while as if suddenly you didn't know any Spanish. Funny enough, the next words you spoke weren't Spanish.

"Ma cochi, pitentzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi noxocoyotl. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitelontzin. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitentzin." But it worked, the spell translated the Nahuatl words, the song to them. But of course, the sound of it wasn't familiar to the brothers.

The baby in your arms cooed lazily at the sound of the song. Instead of bothering to answer the brother's questions you kept singing to the babe until he fell asleep. Only then did you stop singing and placed him in the crib.

"What was that?" Sam asked. He had stood up from his place on the table to lean nearby on a wall.

"Nahuatl." You said nonchalantly. But of course that wasn't a satisfying answer.

"I studied Nahuatl so it makes sense that I know how to speak the language." You looked at their dumbfounded faces and sighed.

"Do you need a quick class of Mexico's history?" Seeming that there was no response you continued. "As in the United States, México was also populated by indigenous cultures. The dominant, and I'm not proud about this, culture was the Aztec/Mexica. They dominated great part of the country so it's the most spoken indigenous language, although there's still a small number of people that speak it. I personally fell in love with it and so wanted to learn it and did." You shrugged when no response came from them. "What can I say? I'm a woman of many surprises."

“I see that.” Sam said, patting your head gently as he went to head outside.

“Where are you going? I hope you didn’t just drag me around here to babysit.”

“I just have to cover something I missed. Brb.” He winked at you before disappearing behind the shut door.

You sighed and passed a hand through your hair, then turned to look at Dean, who was resting in one of the beds. “Well at least you’re here to keep me company.”

You sat beside him, looking at the wooden bars of the crib whilst biting your lip, deep in thought. He never used to pat your head, he only did it once before you told him to stop because you felt like a dog.

You felt heavy fingers tapping at your back lazily. You turned around to face the tired look on his face. “What ‘cha thinking?”

You released your lip and turned your attention back to the crib.

“Nothing.” It would’ve convinced him if it wasn’t for the fact that your voice sounded low and dark, causing him to sat up.

“That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.” When you didn’t answer, he pressed. “Is it Sam?”

At that he caught your attention, seeing as your head quickly spun around to face him with a puzzled look painted in it.

“You feel it too?”

“Feel what?” He thought the distance between you and his brother was bothering you and he didn’t know why it was there in the first place. You two should be like newly weds or something, after all, you were reunited again.

“Nothing, nothing.” You panicked and closed your mouth before you could say something else.

“Y/N.” He warned. Well now he needed answers. He wanted to know what was happening.

“Dean, you don’t wanna know, okay?”

“Except I do, you’ve just called me Dean.”

Finally, you met him in the eye again. “What?”

“You only call me Dean when you’re serious.”

“That’s not true.”

“Mhm, sure.”

You laid back on your forearms, still looking forward. “Don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout win- I mean, De-”

“See, I told you!” He slapped your thigh playfully as he chuckled, earning a few silent laughs from you.

“Okay, alright, you’re right. I do call you Winchester frequently.” His hand wrapped above your knee and squeezed gently. He gave you some time in silence before he planned to press again. He didn’t want to give the impression that he wouldn’t ask again but also he didn’t want to annoy you with his insistence.

“What is it? What about Sam?”

You groaned. “You never give up, do you?”

He shrugged as his thumb made tiny circles on your jean wrapped knee.

You sighed. “Fine. Si te vas a poner en ese plan, pues ya que.” You huffed as you sat up again.

He smiled softly. “ I love this spell.”

“Yeah, except now I can’t talk shit with you in the room anymore.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Wha- you were the one who did.”

“Y/N.”

“Ay, sí, ya sé.” You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath and let go. “Do you think Sam is… You know, our Sammy?” There was a pause as his hand stopped moving abruptly. You started playing with one of your beaded bracelets nervously as you waited for his answer. “What do you mean?”

You sighed before answer. “He’s not Sammy, Dean. He’s… Different and not in a good way.”

“What- How is he different?”

“Well he doesn't fight with you.”

“Oh, so you prefer it that we fight?”

“No, i don’t mean it like that. I mean it’s not natural. You guys fight and now he rises from the depths of hell and suddenly your brotherhood is just paradise?”

“How do you even know that we fight normally?”

“He told me before going back to hunting, before going to hell. Dean he’s not Sam. There’s something wrong with him, he-he has no aura. He’s way to poised and calm all the time. He patted my head.” You started listing all the things, carefully toning down your voice so you wouldn’t wake up the baby again.

“Wow, what? Your basing all this on him patting your head?”

“It’s not just that, didn’t you hear what I said? He had literally no AURA. And him patting my head? I asked him not to once and he never did it again through the time we were together.”

“So he’s awkward, he’s remembering how it was having you around it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well, how do you explain the aura then?” You crossed your arms.

At that, he remained silent, clenching his jaw as he thought. “Maybe you’re still tired, from the djinn thing.”

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. You knew he wouldn’t understand.

“Just forget I told you this.”

“No, Y/N, I-” But whatever he was about to say got muffled by the sound of something splattering, followed by baby cries. You both looked up to see skin and blood on the wall.

You both hurried to aid him, you beating Dean to it as he answered a call from Sam.

“Dean.” You called as you picked the baby covered in green goo. He hanged up the phone and took the baby from you. But neither of you knew what to do except for panicking and do a funny dance where you stood.

“Shapeshifter.”

“I know.”

“The baby, he’s…”

“I know.”

“What do we do, Y/N?!”

“Um, okay, well…” You stammered. “No need panicking.” But what could you do? Was there anything to do, really? All you could do was take care of him until you could figure out something better. “Um, we- we can’t have a dirty baby. Let’s clean him and for once stop him from crying.”

The Winchester nodded rapidly. “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.” He took the baby to the bathroom, living you staring at the mess left behind.

“I guess I’ll deal with this.”

+++

You finally got everything clean except that the baby kept crying. You tried cooing at him and playing with him but nothing worked. It would’ve been easier if you had a baby toy but, the brothers didn’t buy any.

“Y/N, come on. You were supposed to be the baby whisperer.”

“Oye! Just because I’m a woman it doesn’t mean I’m the baby whisperer.”

Then, there were knocks on the door before a voice came through. “Manager. Everything okay in there?” You frowned as you both shared a look before glaring at the door.

“Yeah, no, we’re fine. Thank you. Good night.”

“There’s been complaints. Mind opening the door, sir?”

“Ay, pinche wey, pues que le valga a la verga.” You whispered. The older Winchester pressed a hand on your mouth despite your complaints. “You cannot curse in front of a baby.” He scolded.

You shrugged his hand away. “Oh, grow up, everybody does.”

“Sir?”

“Uh, it’s not a good time. J-Just got out of the shower.”

The doorknob started moving impatiently. You shared a look with the hunter. In your eyes he found an ice cold blue that wasn’t supposed to be there. He saw you move to hide on one side of the door, leaving the baby to him as he placed the him in the crib, before mimicking your actions.

The door opened up to reveal a police man with a knife. Manager, mis huevos. Dean heard your voice in his head, not affording to look at the translation. The intruder just needed to advance a couple of steps before he grabbed his arm and you got the knife out his hand.

Struggling, the man pushed you two away from him, making the stupidest thing and pushing you two in between the baby and him.

“Get the hell out of the way.”

“No that’s not gonna happen.”

“A child should be with his father.”

“Prove he’s your son, then we’ll consider it.” You said.

“I’m not just talking about me, I’m talking about our father.”

You masked your confusion well enough but the hunter looked as if he took the bait. You mentally facepalmed. And as the guy went to make his move you quickly dodged his kick before you kneeled and kicked his other leg.

“Y/N, look out!”

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled. But just as sudden as it was it stopped. Dean had jumped into action and wrestled with the man.

“The knife!”

You felt it beneath you and you grabbed it as you went and pressed it on the shapeshifter’s throat. He groaned, placing his hands around the hunter’s throat.

“Try me, I’ll choke him before you could slice my throat.”

“You talk to much.” As you went to move your hand he slammed his head with yours, freeing himself from your threat.

You placed a hand on your forehead and saw him towering over you. But before he could do anything else a gunshot was heard and his body met the floor with a thump.

“Well, there goes our deposit.” You heard Dean say towards the door. You needn’t see it to know that it was Sam.

+++

You were driving to meet up with Samuel and the cousins. The boys had discussed about the events and Sam had suggested to go to Samuel. You weren't happy about it, your gut kept telling you that something was wrong. Still, there you were, sitting at the back of the car, keeping an eye on the sleeping baby.

You looked out your window, not really knowing where to look at, but you certainly didn’t want to face forw, when something caught your eye. As if the world had slowed down, you perfectly saw a lost soul watching dumbfounded at the cars as if they didn't know how they got into the road.

Your fingertips started tingling and you glanced down at them to find them colored a coal black tone.

Verga. You glanced around shoving everything trying to find anything that could help you; there had to be something you could use to hide them.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean asked watching you through the rear mirror.

"Uh. Sammy…" you cleared your throat. "Sam, do you happen to have the other day's gloves?"

"Uh, I think so. I think there somewhere back there."

You sighed and mumbled a thank you. You were sure to move carefully, trying not to flash them your fingertips.

Just as you thought you had no exit to your problem you saw crushed leather fingers beneath the baby's car chair.

"Ay Dios mío, gracias!" You quickly retrieved them, shoving your hands swiftly into the soft fabric from the inside.

"So, what's with you and the gloves?" The older brother asked.

"I- I well, you know, I tend to wear them when I get too overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed, 'bout what?"

"Er, um, pues, 'bout the energy of people or a place, sometimes certain hours of the day. It depends but the feeling's rare."

While it was a true statement, it had more to do with the fact that death started surrounding you and it would only intensify once the summoning was complete. But, the fingers usually happened if the spell for summoning death worked a little too well.

+++

It was night time when you arrived and the chills down your spine intensified. There was no way you were leaving the baby’s side now.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Soon all of this mess would be over.

You held the baby close to you, careful not to crush him, and the cousins gave you weird looks about it that you decided to take care of by giving them the finger. Every time you did, Dean shook his head.

“Oh, relax he’s asleep. He can’t see me.”

Gwen approached you with her eyes fixed on the baby. She went to caress his head softly as she said. “Well, aren’t you the best disguise a monster ever wore?”

You looked away from her, sure that if you stared at her for too long her head would explode. Instead you locked eyes with Dean and you both rolled eyes in unison at his cousin’s words.

However, she noticed. “I’m kidding, guys. Relax.” She said before going away.

You lifted the baby softly so he could hear your words. “Cura, cura, cura. Sana todo lo que llevas. Que tus abuelos están contigo y sus espíritus te protegen.” It was an incantation to wash away the energy of the brother’s cousin, you didn’t want it sticking around where it didn’t belong. No one heard, but they did see you and questioned you. When asked what the hell you were doing, you shrugged.

“Que te valga madre, ¿no?”

When you fully lifted your gaze, the Sams were already heading towards you and the older brother had already stood besides you.

“Hey, let me see the little guy.”

“That’s alright I got it.” You said firmly.

Samuel smiled. “What do you think I’m gonna do?”

There it was, your ice cold eyes again. “I don’t know. What do you think you’re gonna do?”

“You don’t want an answer to that question.” Dean backed you up.

“Well, I’m curious. Who exactly do you think we are?” Christian asked from his chair.

“Hunters.” You both answered. But that didn’t matter because his response was only directed to the one on your right side.

“Funny. Here i thought we were family.”

“Hey, let’s not get worked up.” Sam started.

“Yeah, let’s not.” His cousin finished before directing his attention to something else.

“Here, Y/N, it’s fine.” He neared you and looked at you. “Let me take him. It’s okay.”

“Heh, well you’ll have to rip him off of my arms.” You didn’t move. You stood your ground because stepping back would’ve ment intimidation and you weren’t intimidated you were furious.

“Y/N.” Sam said quietly.

“No, don’t talk that bullshit to me. What do you want him for? Hm? Tell me, give me a good reason why you want me to hand him and I will.”

The room fell silent, more than it already was. You scoffed. “What you can’t think of a good one? He’s fine, he’s healthy, he isn’t injured. You want to take a look at him? Hear your words. Look. You can do that shit with your eyes, I don’t need to hand him over for that.”

Samuel, sighed, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck.

He’s nervous. The older brother heard your words in his head. His back shuddered, but when he turned to look at you he saw that your attention wasn’t directed at him. He didn’t even think you actually intended to talk to him. What did you said once? You tended to think loudly.

“What are you gonna do with him?” The attention of the good ol’ Campbell shifted from you to his grandson.

“Raise him.”

You scoffed. “Simón, wey. Esa ni tu te la crees.”

“Raise him?”

“You got another suggestion?”

“But-”

“It’s dangerous out there for him.”

“What about in here? What are we gonna study him? Poke at ‘im?”

“Your mind goes right to torture, Dean. Don’t assume that for everyone.”

“What exactly you’re tryna say?” Great, now you got two angry people. Good luck fighting us.

“Sorry, I heard what you majored in. Down in the pit.” Christian retorted.

“Ay, pinche puñetas! Que te valga madre, pinche cabron de mierda!”

“Sorry, I don’t speak mexican.”

You gritted your teeth. “And I don’t speak bozo, yet here we are.”

“The hell is your problem, man?”

His cousin stood up and walked directly towards you. “You’re starting to become a pain in my ass.”

“Take it easy. They’re my family.” Sam stepped in.

Christian took a look at you. “I’m not scared of fighting a girl.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

Dean gulped and looked at your eyes, they were no longer icy blue, they were pure red, as fire and blood. As if you could burst something into flames by just looking at it.

“We’re done bristling up here or what? Nobody’s doing anything to him, guys. When he’s old enough we throw it to him.” Samuel spoke. “He wants to volunteer to help out, that’s fine.”

“Could be great.” Mark added.

“How?” You asked lowly.

“Think of the kind of hunter he’ll grow up to be.”

“Hm. See I didn’t see it before but now I do. Thank you for that, you’ve opened my eyes.” You said sarcastically.

“You have to be joking! I mean, come on. You can’t Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter.”

“Why can’t you give me an inch of trust, Dean?”

“Y/N, give him the baby.” Mark commanded.

“Uy, sí, mamón. Lo que usted ordene. Se me olvidaba que le tengo que hacer caso a cualquier pendejo que abra la boca.”

“Maybe because you two are back from the dead and I seem to be the only one who wants to know how.”

“You’re not the only who wants to know.” Sam said softly. That took you off guard, it sounded so genuine yet only in that moment he felt honest.

“Well, there’s too much of mystery in this family for me to get comfy.”

“Then don’t. But don’t put it on us. All we’re trying to do is invite you in. You too, young lady. You think we are some merciless hunters but we’ve been nothing but open to you. Christian, you’ve always wanted a baby, haven’t you?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“Try to take him away from me and see what happens.”

Samuel scoffed. “What you think you can do better?”

“At raising him? Yeah, I do.”

“But didn’t you tell Sam that you didn’t want kids?” Gwen stepped in.

“Well I changed my mind, sue me. One thing is for certain, I have a better chance. You guys are always on the run, always hopping from one town to another. You don’t have a steady income. I do. And I have a savings account with money enough to start a college fund. If you can’t say the same thing, leave the baby the fuck alone.” Your phone kept buzzing like crazy. Just a little bit more, he’s almost here.

Everyone fell silent again. This was new to Dean. He had never seen you liked this but he always knew that you had a good way of shutting people the hell up with solid facts.

Just when Samuel opened his mouth to respond, distant barks were heard and panic overflowed the room.

You looked at Sam, only to find nothing but confusion. Then you turned to Dean, but he only dedicated you a panic look as well. You felt paralyzed, your body tensed and for the first time in years, you didn’t know what to do. Well, you did, but it was easier for you to think tit than to move your body. You had to blame it on the spell, it was making you slow and frightful, like an old person that had their foot more on the afterlife than on the material world

“Safe room.” Samuel said. He placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you towards a door. “It’s downstairs. The baby’s gonna be safe there, go! We got it, go!”

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Loud clanks and footsteps echoed in the safe room where the four of you where at.

“Come on, Bobby John, you’ve got to be quiet.” Dean cooed at him above of you. You still didn’t feel like handing him to someone else.

“I’m gonna go check, you guys stay here.” Sam said, but as he looked through the window his image was mirrored and the shapeshifter yanked the door of it’s hinges. He took Sam by the collar, blocking his attack and threw him out of the room, knocking him out. He spotted you and began to walk towards your direction, getting rid of Dean in the process, making him blackout as well. . He then saw you and took your form.

“Give me the baby.”

“Took you long enough.” You whispered before handing them the babe. The shapeshifter gave you a thankful look as they carried the baby in his arms. They took a deep breath as they relaxed knowing that his keen was finally with them.

“Thank you for calling us. And trusting us, Y/N. Thank you for taking care of him, we are in debt with you. It did making the tracking easier”

“There’s no need for that.” You sighed. “I’m only glad he’s safe. I was the only one who thought he was better with his kind.”

Your mirrored self gave you one last nod before walking away. Just as they were about to round the corner, they turned to you.

“But you didn’t trust one of us before. What changed?”

“Like I told him. All I needed was proof that he was the father. Now it doesn’t matter anymore. He has no one close to him left. I’m sorry for all the trouble, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

They shrugged and as they walked away they said: “Make sure to make your injuries believable.”

Yeah. You thought and sighed. That was going to hurt.

The rest of it went like you expected, lots of clean up and confusion. Dean asked about the shapeshifter alpha (which was the one tracking the baby) and his grandparent and Sam answered patiently.

Now you where at the walk to the car, tending to your black eye, that you funnily gave yourself, while the brothers talked.

“You know what’s funny.”

“What?”

“Back there, the fight in the motel. That guy said that they had to be with their father. So maybe, he was talking about the alpha.”

“Uh, I guess so.” Sam said nonchalantly.

“So you heard that?”

“I don’t know, it was kind of a hot moment? Why?” He looked at his brother and then at you, but whatever he was searching for he didn’t find it.

“Because if you did know the alpha was out there and you knew they were looking for the baby, then that means you took the baby as bait.”

Sam fell silent but looked at his brother as he waited for the question. “So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Took the baby as bait?”

“Of course not, Dean. I honestly thought Samuel was the best shot we got.”

The older Winchester looked at you for backup and his brother mimicked his action.

“Ah no, a mí ni me miren, yo tengo mis propios problemas ahorita.” You pointed at your black eye and thankfully that made them take their eyes off of you. And the rest of the ride was silent as a tomb.

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When you got back to your house, a tiny shadow was waiting for you, meowing.

You sighed, relieved. “Schrödinger, hola gato guapo.”

“You have a message. It’s on the altar.” He walked you towards your coffee table, where you had mantled death’s altar. In the center, on top of the tarot death card, there was an envelope with a black wax seal, death’s seal.

You sighed. “Always so fancy and proper, huesuda.” You opened the enveloped and unfolded the letter that was inside. It was a personal letter to basically tell you to be patient, she had a lot of work but as soon as she felt a space between her schedule she would gladly have a cup of coffee with you.

“Great. I’ll have to make café de olla de aquí hasta que aparezca.” You clicked your tongue.

“At least she communicated with you.” Schrödinger said as he rubbed his body against your leg. You smiled and picked him up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

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fairfowl · 4 years

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Dress For the Weather (ch 2/2)

It wasn’t really a surprise, he hadn't slept well since Ben had--How could you say a person had died when they had been technically dead for two decades?--Since Ben had disappeared? Gone into the light?

Left Klaus alone.

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For the second time in less than twenty-four hours Klaus allowed himself to be led upstairs by Diego. They abandoned their snacks on the desk before Klaus sat on the bed, saying nothing as Diego wrapped the comforter around his shoulders like the mother hen that he was.

As his brother marched off to find the thermometer Klaus allowed himself to roll his eyes, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest as he realized that Ben was no longer around to comment on his brattiness.

He hunched into himself, scooting back to where the bed met the wall and curled up.

Earlier—when it had still been afternoon—Klaus had noticed something off. He’d been tired, even more so than usual, and achy. It wasn’t really a surprise, he hadn't slept well since Ben had-

How could you say a person had died when they had been technically dead for two decades?

Since Ben had disappeared? Gone into the light?

Left Klaus alone.

He knew it wasn’t fair to blame Ben for that. He’d had no obligation to stay, and in leaving he’d saved them all.

The comforter fell from his shoulders and Klaus made no effort to pick it back up. Sweat beaded at his temples and although the blanket had lent a feeling of security it had also added an oppressive heat that he could do without. Klaus curled up tighter, and stayed like that until he heard the return of Diego’s footsteps against the hardwood.

His head hurt.

With a slow exhale he leaned back until the back of his head hit the bedroom wall with an audible klunk. Outside the door Diego’s footsteps paused for a moment before the door opened and Klaus heard his brother enter the room.

“You okay?” He asked, awkward concern lacing his voice. Klaus was suddenly reminded of all of the times that Diego had seen him in withdrawal, and the times that he’d let him into his apartment high as a kite to feed him and make sure that he had somewhere warm to sleep.

“You know how you said I look terrible Di?” As he spoke Klaus uncurled, wincing at the dull ache that seemed to have seeped into the very marrow of his bones.

“Yeah?” Diego didn’t really sound as though he was paying attention to Klaus’s words as he moved towards his brother and pulled the blanket up to cover his bony shoulders again.

“I feel terrible. Like, Diego, my skeleton hurts.”

It’s a dramatic statement, theatrical, but not inaccurate, and if Klaus’s voice had a little bit of whine to it he was grateful to Diego for choosing not to mention it.

Yet.

He probably wouldn’t be able to push his luck too far before Diego got frustrated and kicked him out.

Because of this looming possibility Klaus didn’t resist the comforter’s hot heavy weight across his back, and he opened his mouth obediently to take the offered glass thermometer without complaint.

“Keep that there and don’t move for a while.” Diego instructed.

Klaus merely nodded in response, dropping his eyes to the floor and resting them of the knife-marked hardwood and settled in to wait.

After a few moments of watching Klaus carefully Diego shrugged, pulling a cell phone from his pocket and fumbling a little before setting a timer. The phone was unfamiliar and Diego’s hands seemed too big for it. There was no case and the metal and glass glittered under the low light, marked by Diego’s fingerprints.

Klaus figured that he must have bought it sometime after their return. Most of them had stuck to the house, too shell shocked to do more than wander hollow-eyed around the academy, but none of them were locked in.

He and Allison had left that day for groceries, and Klaus assumed that Diego and Vanya had gone to their respective apartments at some point. Vanya’s room now held a duffle bag full of slacks and loose button-up shirts. Diego had a new cell phone.

Klaus couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take for Diego to get rid of it again.

As his brother lost himself to thought Diego produced an embroidery hoop from under the pillow and dropped into the desk chair a few feet away from the bed. Klaus watched as he crossed a leg and immediately set to work, untangling the thread that had become knotted to itself at some point in the project’s time hidden underneath the pillow.

The back of Klaus’s neck tickled as a bead of sweat ran down the heated skin. He twitched but didn’t move, didn’t open his mouth, didn’t push his luck. Diego had never been a cruel person—callous perhaps, no one in their family had ever had the chance to develop an appropriate view of the value of human life—but Klaus had exhausted his patience before, and tonight Klaus’s own bedroom was so very empty.

In the days since their return, nearly a week now, his room had remained so very empty.

Klaus had slept in fits and starts, on couches and armchairs throughout the academy, once curled up in his own wardrobe. He had left the door open, still too spooked by small spaces to tolerate the illusion of being locked in.

The most rest he’d gotten in a stretch had been when he had Vanya had settled into the sitting room and watched cartoons the night before. She’d sat with him for an entire afternoon and evening, only urging him up to his room well past midnight.

Klaus was grateful to her for the time she’d given him. Goodness knew that he hadn’t been the best company.

Three minutes passed over what felt like an eternity.

Diego cross-stitched, wordlessly pushing a thick needle through cotton cloth on his embroidery hoop. Klaus couldn’t tell what he was making, but the thread was a deep autumnal orange. It made him think of falling leaves and a particularly ugly sweatshirt he’d once owned.

Three minutes passed and Diego’s phone vibrated to remind them both of the reason for Klaus’s forced silence.

He grimaced as he drew the thermometer from Klaus’s mouth, reading the device before giving it a quick shake and laying it aside. Klaus closed his eyes, and listened to the clink of glass on the wood of Diego’s bedside table. It was the sort of sound that Vanya might have liked.

When they’d been children, Vanya had had a habit of listening to things and declaring whether or not she had liked the sound.

Klaus barely remembered their childhood.

A combination of trauma, substance abuse, and repeated head injury had all but erased everything but the starkest memories. There were a few things that stuck out in his mind, usually sounds and smells. Some emotions.

He remembered Reginald towering over him, gesturing violently with his cane as he yelled.

He remembered Vanya’s high pitched voice piping up after Luther had dropped a dumbbell on the hardwood floor, mentioning that she’d absolutely hated that noise. He remembered the smell of Ben’s books, and how he and Five had curled up together in the library to read together. He remembered trying and failing to hide behind Diego during training sessions, and Diego letting him.

“101.5” Diego interrupted, dragging his brother back into the present. “Not great bro.”

Klaus didn’t look up, instead keeping his eyes closed as he leaned back and klunked back against the wall.

“I’ve been worse.” He’d been much worse.

The final withdrawal, in his benefactor’s gorgeous private guest cottage, had been the worst. His heartbeat had skyrocketed and he’d locked himself in the bathroom as his familiar ghosts twisted and morphed in chemical induced delirium. Between the tachycardia and the sheer electrolyte imbalance he’d experienced Ben had told him that he was lucky his heart hadn’t given out.

Klaus wasn’t entirely sure that it hadn’t.

For all that he whined to Diego a run of the mill fever wasn’t really enough to shake him. If Ben had been with him they would have holed up in Klaus’s room and rode it out, only venturing out for water and the restroom.

But Ben wasn’t with him anymore.

Maybe Diego would let him stay. Klaus didn’t think he’d ever be ready to go back into his room and face the emptiness.

He wondered if he should go out and find someone to sleep with, either a partner or a one night stand to keep him company for however long they’d have him. He’d done so before, in order to keep a roof over his head, especially during the winter. Unfortunately partners usually found him grating and Klaus bored easily. He usually hadn’t stayed anywhere for more than a week or so.

Not until he met Dave. In all their time pressed in against each other in the thick humid jungle they hadn’t gotten tired of one another.

Klaus felt himself slide further down the wall, but made no move to push himself into a more comfortable position. He was too tired—and too inclined to be dramatic—to do anything but flop around pathetically.

Somewhere above him he heard Diego groan in exasperation.

That was all the warning that Klaus received before Diego grabbed him by the armpits and physically hoisted him into a more typical supine position. The movement hurt his shoulders but his neck felt better, if it hadn't been for the shock Klaus might have called it a fair trade off. As it was he whined indignantly and pushed his face into the pillow.

“You’re so mean Diego.”

But he slept, and Diego stayed.

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It was light out when Klaus drifted back to consciousness, wrapped in Diego’s comforter and feeling like total garbage.

Everything ached, and he was cold . Colder than he should reasonably be, even after wandering around in the rain in early april.

He was withdrawal cold.

Midnight in January cold.

Skipping meals and failing to sleep for a week at a time after stopping the apocalypse cold.

And as if his body was adding insult to injury his throat hurt. The first thing that he did after sitting up in the bed was launch into a coughing fit that rocked his frame as he braced himself against the wall.

He wanted a hit.

A drink.

Something.

He’d already fallen head first off the wagon, flung into the metaphorical gutter by Dave’s fist. Throughout the entire apocalyptic disaster in the sixties he’d clung to a heavy flask, and even after getting through and getting back he’d poured himself back into a bottle.

The decision to just stop cold turkey had come when he’d been alone in his room the night after.

It had just been so empty. The ghosts had still been muted by the alcohol in his system and Ben was just gone.

As though he’d been dead since they were teenagers.

There wasn’t even a keepsake to hold onto to memorialize all those years they’d spent together. Klaus couldn’t clutch to his brother’s stupid black hoodie and cry it out, he had no dog tags from Ben.

Klaus wished that he did.

The only thing he had left from Ben was his memory, his brother’s voice constantly echoing in the back of his head; snarking, gossiping, urging him to stay clean.

Urging Klaus to be better.

And alone in his room—surrounded by hidden pills and razor blades and miniature bottles pushed into vents and stuffed animals, and the crevice beneath the boards of his wardrobe—Klaus had decided that he was going to be better.

For Ben.

But he didn’t feel better. Sleep had evaded him, food was incidental, he wandered the academy like a ghoul interacting with his siblings when they happened upon him. And now he was curled up on Diego’s bed as his body broke from being pushed too far. He wanted to be numb again.

He was coughing when Diego stomped into the room and immediately moved to steady Klaus, sitting beside him on the twin bed and wrapping an arm around his narrow shoulders. Klaus leaned into the touch, and slowed his breathing trying desperately not to irritate his throat.

Every cough made the burning sensation worse.

Klaus sat there, tensed against Diego’s chest until he felt something cold tap against his face. A bottle of water.

“Drink this.” Diego urged, handing him the bottle. It was freezing, and Klaus shivered, his fingers knocking beads of condensation loose to drip and sink into the duvet cover.

He drank anyway. The cool water felt good on his burning throat even as he shivered.

While he swallowed Klaus felt Diego cover him with the blanket yet again. Bless his brother’s stubborn heart.

“Thanks.” He said as he drew the comforter closer.

Diego nodded, looking awkward.

“What time is it?” Klaus asked, taking another draw from the bottle. Other than the daylight that streamed in through Diego’s open curtains Klaus had lost all sense of time. Exhaustion still pushed heavily upon him but it offered no real clue as to how long he had spelt.

“Around noon.” Diego replied. His expression concerned but otherwise impassive.

Klaus hummed into the bottle, pleased. It had been a long time since he’d slept for so long. If he’d dreamed he didn’t remember the nightmares, only the constant comfort of his brother’s presence.

A finished cross stitch lay flat on the bedside table. The deep orange thread had been pulled and poked until it formed an image of boxing gloves laying against the white cotton. Below the image Diego had stitched the words protect your own in blocky angular font.

It was fitting.

Diego had always been the first one to step up and defend his siblings.

“Thank you.” Klaus said. He was grateful to Diego, not only for taking care of him through the night, but for the years and years of dragging Klaus off of the streets into whatever safety Diego could provide. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever properly thanked his brother for that/

He doubted that a quick thanks while high off of his ass would count.

Diego looked at him expectantly and Klaus realized with a sinking feeling in his chest that he’d probably overstayed his welcome. Not even Diego could take care of him forever. He’d gotten through the night and that would have to be enough.

“Right.” Klaus said, capping the water bottle and standing shakily, holding to Diego’s shoulder as his brother rose with him. “Thanks”

Again.

“I’m gonna get out of your hair now, give you your room back etcetera.” Flippant mask firmly in place Klaus wobbled towards the door, feeling dizzy enough to have been drunk, and awful enough to be hungover. Diego looked like he wanted to argue but even unsteady as he was, Klaus was quick; he was out the door before his brother was able to stumble over his first syllable.

Internally Klaus winced, he hadn’t meant to upset Diego.

He barely made it back to his own bed before collapsing into the cold sheets. A few ghosts murmured in the shadows of the wardrobe, one stared at him from the window, pressing a hand to the glass as if she couldn’t pass right through it if she were so inclined.

With a groan Klaus rolled over and ignored them, content to accept their presence as long as they kept the noise to a minimum.

He shivered against the chilly bed linens and pulled the blanket up over his head, curling into the smallest ball he could manage. It was unlikely that he’d manage to go back to sleep, but Klaus wasn’t sure what else he could do. The long drafty halls of the academy carried his siblings voices from the common areas and he was sure that they all had better things to do than keep him company, he’d be no fun anyway.

As he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the chill and ache of his fever Klaus wondered what Ben would be saying to him now.

He’d probably call him self-destructive.

God he missed him.

A sudden sob shook his chest and Klaus was so stunned that it took a moment for him to realize that he was crying. He hadn’t cried since those first few hours after Ben had gone.

He’d sobbed through the car ride away from the CIA building as Vanya had explained what had happened from the passenger seat, and curled up in the dark of Elliot’s bedroom to bawl himself into exhaustion.

And then he’d stopped.

The world had been ending, the entirety of the Commission had shown up to exterminate his family, and Klaus hadn’t had time to lay around and cry.

But now Klaus was crying again.

He recalled his wish for a keepsake, for something to hold on to. Across the hallway from the bedroom where he currently laid was a room full of Ben’s possessions. A museum full of artifacts that had been left to gather dust for seventeen years.

He thought of sitting up, of standing and walking across the hall to Ben’s room, to find something, but his strength was gone.

Instead Klaus buried himself deeper into the blankets and allowed himself to weep.

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writingsbychlo · 5 years

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Care For You | Diego Hargreeves

Author: @writingsbychlo

Word Count: 4840

Notes: I got such mad inspo tonight, guys, I wrote a whole fic from scratch after struggling to write even 50 words for months. Let’s hope it sticks around! It’s pretty basic, fairly fluffy, drunk Diego fic, with some smut at the end.

Warnings: SMUT! Just basic, casual smut (unusual for me, I know. My first Diego fic, thought I’d take it easy on the kinky shit.)

Just a few minutes after three in the morning, was the time your alarm clock was showing, the loud banging on your door stirring you, and you climbed from the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants that did not belong to you that you had fished from the floor and tucking the hem of the t-shirt that also was not yours, into it.

The pants were far too big, and you slid across the hardwood of the bottom floor of your house as your partially covered feet came into contact with the slippery surface, and you caught yourself on the wall before proceeding to the door. Swinging it open, you were almost met by a poorly swung fist, it’s intention having been to meet the painted wood again, but you caught the limp swing in your hand, eyes travelling along the arm to find the culprit.

With a shake of your head, you opened the door wider, the cold air for the early morning hours sweeping in and causing you to shiver. “Darling, hi!” The words were slurred as Klaus waved happily, seeming to look more through you, than at you, before his eyes refocused beside you, a scowl forming on his lips. “No, I will not! Drop dead, Ben, I’m drunk and flourishing!” He pouted, his attention turning back to you, and you tried to hold in your laughs as you watched him and Diego try to prop one another up.

“Why didn’t you let yourself in, Di?” You teased, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened his mouth.

“L-Lost my-” cut off by a hiccup, he held a hand across his chest, as if he’d been shot, before suddenly relaxing again, “-keys.” He grinned, leaning forwards with his lips pouted in hopes of receiving a kiss, the action causing both of the Hargreeves boys to topple forwards, their arms still firmly locked around one another’s shoulders.

Reaching around your boyfriend’s waist as you walked them into the house backwards, you let your hand roam into his back pocket, feeling him jump slightly at the contact. Retracting the cold set of metal, you pulled back, jingling the item in front of his face. “These ones?”

“Hey! Y-You found my keys!” He smiled, letting you drop them in the dish on the side and kick the door shut. “She found my keys.” He smiled to Klaus, who was busy trying to peel his sparkly top over his head, struggling as it locked around his elbows, his arms pinned above his head, shirt stuck and he whined. “Help.” His voice was muffled, words barely forming and you held back your laugh.

Reaching up and pulling it the rest of the way from his arms, you handed it to him, where he simply hung it over the back of the couch, dropping unceremoniously down onto the cushions, an arm propped behind his head. Wobbling as he stood, Diego just watched you take the small plastic bin from the study and place it beside the now sleeping man on his sofa. Tugging off the shoes and placing them beside him, you draped a blanket over his form, a yawn pulling at your lips.

Turning your attention back to the man you were actually dating, he swayed slightly in the doorway, a dopey smile on his lips and he raised his arms out, making grabby hands at you, indicating he wanted you to hold him, and you shook your head fondly, slowly making your way into his arms.

Taking his hands, you slowly guided him up the stairs, a process that took what felt like hours as he timidly took each step, looking at you for approval after successfully taking each one. By the time you’d made it to the bathroom, your eyes were drooping, but you knew this had been you many a time before and Diego had cared for you.

Granted, the man benched two-hundred, and so had an advantage on you.

Pressing him up against the sink, you grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, but he crossed his arms and huffed. “Arms up, Di, come on.” You pleaded, tugging at the black henley but he just whined, stomping his foot like a child.

“Wan’ sleep.” He mumbled, and you laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin, his mood instantly perking up and he smiled down at you.

“Me too, Diego, but you’re not getting in our bed smelling like a brewery. How much alcohol did you drink and how much did you spill down your front?” You teased, a giggle leaving his lips as he raised his arms above his head, doing little to help you pull the top from his body. When you eventually did, his hands fell down, landing on your waist, his warm touch bringing you a comfort at knowing he was home and safe.

“You’re l-like, r-really pretty. So, so pr-pretty.” He began, and you smiled, your attention focusing on undoing the buckle on his belt, trying to tug it from the loops of his jeans as he stood, lifting his hips from the counter slightly to help you, the item joining the growing pile on the tiles. “Did it hurt?” He mumbled, and your eyebrows furrowed, worried gaze meeting his eyes, but his lips were curled into a smirk. “When you f-fell from h-heaven?”

Your jaw hung open, your eyes wide as you looked at him, small giggles falling from his lips, his hands tightening on your hims as he pulled you closer to him, nose finding your temple.

“Are y-you a t-ten? Because T-Tennessee!” He smiled brightly, and you laughed, loudly, leaning forwards until your face was tucked into his neck to quieten the sounds, his arms rounding your body and holding you close, a content sigh leaving his lips.

“Are you using, or trying to use, pick-up lines on me?” You teased, pulling away and hooking your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tugging them down his legs, undoing the laces on his boots.

“Are they w-working?” Hands on your shoulders, he used you to balance himself as he looked down at you, lifting his foot as you tugged off his boot and sock, letting him step out of his jeans, the other foot soon following.

Turning on the shower and lifting the head down from it’s stand, you let it find the right temperature. Turning to face Diego, you motioned to the tub, holding your free hand out in case he needed help stepping in. Much to your dismay, he sat on the edge of the tub instead, though it didn’t last long, because when he leaned back he fell straight in, legs hanging over the edge as he stared at the ceiling in shock.

“Oh, my God! Diego!” Leaning over him, he didn’t seem injured, just dazed as he stared upwards, eventually dragging his legs in after himself, making no move to sit up, just laying in the bottom. Handing him the shower head, he held it gently, eyes fixed on you as the water sprayed onto his stomach, dripping down his sides and soaking his boxers.

“You’re so lucky I love you.” You mumbled, dropping the sweat pants down your legs and climbing in, pulling on his hand until he was sat up and leaning against the edge of the tub.

“You l-love me?” He whispered, almost drowned out by the sound of the shower as you straddled him, leg either side of him as you perched in his lap, pinning him in this position so he couldn’t slip back down to the base of the tub again. Cupping his face in your hands, you leaned forwards, pressing a short, sweet and simple kiss to his lips.

“Of course, I love you, we’ve been together for two years, Di.” You smiled, a grin breaking out on his cheeks to match as you took the shower head from his hands, wetting his hair and reaching for the soap. Balancing the device on your shoulder, the water ran over you, soaking you from head to toe as he was, the foam in your fingers smearing across his shoulders and torso as you did your best to clean the sticky residue from his body.

Leaning forwards and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, through the shirt, he let his forehead rest against you, letting you clean him down, relaxing into your touch. “Will shmp m hur?” With furrowed eyebrows, you leaned back, gazing at him as he sighed, features rested in gentle bliss. “W-Will you sh-shampoo my h-hair? I like it when y-you do.” He repeated, with what had to be the softest voice you’d ever heard Diego Hargreeves use.

Reaching onto the shelf, you brought back your set of shampoo and conditioner, popping it open and letting him sniff the wild berries scent it released. Closing joy filled eyes, he let out a soft moan as you lathered his hair up, fingers scratching over his scalp lightly and massaging away the stress of the days he always had.

Clearing his hair of suds, you ran a bit of conditioner through his hair, knowing that despite how much he would deny it, his hair had been softer since you’d moved in a year ago, and your conditioner was being used up twice as fast. He’d thank you in the morning, mentally, of course. Switching off the shower, you let it dangle behind the man as you stepped out, his eyes still closed and a dopey smile on his face. Peeling the wet shirt over your head, you wrapped a towel around your body tightly, helping him from the bathtub and helping him strip, handing him a towel.

Instead, he just picked up his sweatpants from the floor and tugged them up his legs, almost falling over as he did, but you caught him before he stumbled back into the tub. Making his way to the bedroom, he let himself flop down onto the covers, water dripping from the tips of his hair onto the fabric, but he was home, safe and clean, so you couldn’t find it within yourself to care about the little things.

Dropping the towel, you could feel Diego’s eyes on you as you searched through your drawers for another one of his t shirts, letting it swamp your body as you located panties. Hands on your hips made you jump, and it astounded you that the man could still sneak silently while fucking hammered. “I like it w-when you w-wear my cl-clothes.” He pressed his lips to your neck, his smile evident against your skin and you pushed your arm back into him, disconnecting him from your body as he whined, watching you pull your underwear up your legs.

With a pout on his lips, he took another step towards you, your hand coming up to his bare chest, fingers splaying out across the muscles there and you pushed him backwards, his legs hitting the edge of the bed as he tumbled backwards. “Yay!” He grinned, settling back on the covers and letting you straddle his lap, his large hands finding your thighs squeezing tightly before sneaking around under his top to squeeze at your butt. Whooping loudly, he tugged at the shirt’s hem, wanting to lift it over your head, and you took his hands away from it, lacing your fingers through his.

“Not tonight, Di.”

“But y-you look so g-good in my clothes.” The words were muttered distastefully as you tilted your head, biting your lip.

“Would you settle for a good old-fashioned, high-school make out?” You teased, and he considered, it, nodding eagerly and leaning forwards, catching you lips with his and humming happily. Your own arms wove around his neck as his snaked around your waist, his tongue tracing your bottom lip, a little more sloppily than usual, begging entry.

Granting him that, you took his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping at it lightly as he moaned softly, pulling away to trial kissed down your jaw, kissing beneath your ear and sucking at the skin lightly, licking over the patch as it stung in a way would leave a mark tomorrow morning.

Leaning back in his arms, he trailed his kisses down to your collar bone, using his finger to tug the material as far to the side as he could, revealing more of your skin to himself, and he trailed wet kisses over everything he could reach. Biting down gently at the junction between your neck and shoulders, you jumped, hips rolling into his as you did and he let out a breathy moan.

Dragging your lips back to his, it was softer than your other kisses had been, sharing all the love between you both, all the care you had was shown in the gaze you held with him when you pulled away. Tiredness was pulling at his mind, you could see it in the way his eyes were drooping slightly, his lips pressed together as he held in a yawn, but for now, he was just happy holding you in his arms.

His head was swirling, eyes unable to focus and his thoughts were buzzing, but when he held you, everything seemed to still, his mind blanking as he just enjoyed your presence in his lap, the feel of you in his arms. “You wan’ sleep?” You mumbled through a yawn of your own, and he simply nodded, scooting you both backwards up the bed and pulling the covers over your tired bodies, letting darkness pull him into slumber, your heart beating against his side as you stayed wrapped in his arms.

Waking in the morning, you were alone in the bed, the covers on the other side of you were kicked away but the sheets were still warm, indicating he hadn’t been gone long. You could hear Klaus downstairs having, from your end anyway, a one-sided conversation with Ben. Making your way down the stairs, the blinds and curtains had all been shut, and a smile broke out at the image of your shirtless boyfriend stirring coffee with a frown, a pair of sunglasses on his face in the dark room.

His lips twitched upwards as you entered the room, and Klaus ceased his conversation with Ben as he saw you, a wide grin breaking out. “There she is! The saving grace for the Hargreeves family!” He wasn’t loud, especially not for his usual self, but Diego still grimaced at the noise, and you smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and ruffling his hair.

“Sleep well, Klaus?” You questioned, opening the fridge and pulling out the orange juice, pouring yourself a glass.

“I slept like a baby! Admittedly, a drunken, perpetually haunted baby, but a baby nonetheless.” He then took up talking to Ben again, an argument he seemed to be loosing, and you turned to your boyfriend, who removed the sunglasses, placing them down on the counter to look at you properly.

“And how did you sleep?”

“With an angel between my arms. Woke up with a bitch of a headache, though.” He was all but whispering, and he shot you a glare as you laughed, but it was laced with love as he glowered. “I can’t believe I let Klaus convince me to drink that much last night.” Wincing as he thought back, you unloaded food and ingredients from the fridge, laughing loudly.

“I can’t believe how drunk you were considering how much of it was on you, rather than in you.” You teased and he sighed, rubbing at his temples and placing his drink down on the side, giving up on waiting for it to cool down and choosing to instead sip at your orange juice. “You want some breakfast? Soak up all that tequila?”

Nodding in pleading acceptance, he downed the whole glass, refilling it and finishing the carton, tossing it accurately into the bin across the room. “How’d you know we did tequila shots?”

“I could taste it on you, baby.” His eyes squeezed shut as he thought back on last night, a groan leaving his lips, and you merely leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips and reaching behind him for the whisk.

Heating the pan, you tipped the batter in, letting it sizzle away, and Diego moved around you to lay out three plates, three glasses and all the toppings Klaus usually piled onto his food. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed a kiss to your hair, resting his chin on top of your head as you finished up cooking. “Thank you.”

“For making pancakes?” You quizzed, flipping it onto it’s opposite side once it was golden brown.

“For caring about me.” He confirmed, and you leaned back into him, enjoying his warmth and letting him hold you close. As you handed him the full plate to carry to the table, a slight blue flash in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you glanced up, a soft smile on your lips as Five looked around the room, the usual sceptical look adorning his features, his mood brightening once he assessed the situation.

“Good morning, five.” He nodded, rocking on the balls of his feet as smiled at you. “Joining us for pancakes?” The grin widened as he nodded, jumping again so he was sat at the table, another plate form your cabinet in front of him.

“Thought you’d never ask.” With a chuckle, you shook your head, mixing him a fresh cup of coffee and placing it down in front of him, a grateful hum on his lips in thanks and you took your own seat at the table as the three boys tucked in, fighting with their forks to get at the stack of pancakes and toppings. Pushing a plate in front of you, Diego had stacked three of your own makings onto it, a smiley face in whipped cream sprayed on top, and he was now stacking his own plate up, large quantities of maple syrup and cream being used.

Hooking a finger under his chin, you turned his gaze to you before he started eating, and you pressed a kiss to his lips, his moving immediately in response. “Gross, I’m eating.” Klaus mumbled, before yelping in pain, rubbing his arm in comfort and you broke away, both of you looking at Five, whose mouth was full, cheeks puffed out with food and fork retracting from where he’d jabbed his brother with it.

“Stop being ungrateful, eat your pancakes.” He lectured, the fifty year-old in him coming from his physically thirteen year-old self. Sipping his coffee and swallowing some of the mouthful he had, Klaus stuck his tongue out.

“Say it, don’t spray it. Jeez. If this is how you eat at a civilised dinner table then it’s a good thing you were alone all that time, huh?” The curly-haired brother teased, and you rolled your eyes, your mouth opening to end it, along with Diego, but Five beat you both to it.

“I wasn’t alone! I had Dolores!” The youngster protested, and he reached up, flicking Klaus’ forehead, who just gasped at the action and reached up to rub the spot. “And it couldn’t possibly be civilised, not with you in attendance!”

“It’s a good thing Dolores couldn’t move, because if I was her, I would’ve slapped the shit out of you by now!” He retaliated, flicking his younger brother on the forehead right back, a loud laugh leaving both you and Diego’s lips as the scene unfolded.

“I’ll slap the shit out of you, right now!” Five yelled, standing to his full height, all five foot three inches of it, and Klaus stood two, a pancake in hand as he took a bite out of it.

“Can you even reach?” Deciding it was enough, Diego rounded the table, grabbing his smallest brother from mid-air as he spacial jumped to Klaus’ height, arm swung back, quickly being snatched away, angrily squirming in his brothers arms.

Clearing away the plates, you shook your head at the squabbling boys, laughing as Diego held them apart, while trying to eat his own breakfast, shadows fluttering across the room once you opened all the curtains and blinds. With a hand on his shoulder, Five jumped the pair of them from the room and the house, presumably back to their own home to continue their argument and hassle Luther, Allison and Vanya instead.

With a groan, Diego flopped back in his seat, rubbing his temples and letting his head hang back over the chair. Leaning over him, your pressed and upside down kiss to his forehead, and he reached up, tugging you down to his lips, pecking yours and smiling against your touch.

“Last night was a catastrophe. I’m sorry for waking you up.” He mumbled, tidying away his own plate, letting you watch him as you leaned against the counter, watching him.

“It’s a good thing you did, you were not getting in bed smelling like that, and you were in no shape to wash yourself.” You teased, and he made his way over to you, hands trapping you in, either side of your hips as he leaned down, nose brushing against yours, lovingly.

“We showered together? I’m sorry I missed that.” He grinned, nose bumping yours to the side so he could catch you lips with his. Hands squeezing your hips, he let the weight of his body fall against you, pinning you to the counter and yours rested on his chest, fingernails scraping against his skin ever so slightly. “Tell me about it?”

“You were all sticky and gross, you tried to pick me up with terrible lines, and you couldn’t hold yourself up in the bathtub, so I had to do it.” He chuckled, breath fanning over your lips as he did, and you leaned up, wanting to connect your lips to his again, but he just looked down at you, a glint in his eyes, pupils covering his usual honey brown eyes.

“You know, I think I’m starting to remember it now.” His voice was raspier as he lifted you up, planting you on the cold counter, your thighs erupting in goosebumps at the touch to the cold counter. Hands on your knees, he parted your legs, stepping between them happily. “You, in that white shirt of mine, soaked through.” As he spoke, he let his hands trail up, fingers brushing your hair from your neck, baring your skin to him. “God, you looked so hot. I could see fucking everything.” He growled, lips descending onto yours as he nipped at them, tongue soothing the bites as he took control, your fingers bunching up in the material of his sweatpants as you pulled him closer.

Pushing you backwards against the counter, you leaned into it, hands splayed out behind you to hold you up as he kissed downwards, pulling the new shirt over your head as he threw it across the room. You shivered, the cool air brushing over your exposed skin and he leaned down, kissing along your chest. “Diego..”

“God, I love your tits.” His words were spoken against your skin, warmth spreading across your body as his words vibrated against your skin, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples as he sucked harshly, a moan leaving your lips as his fingers came up to play with the other.

Swirling his tongue around the bud, he pulled away, applying the same attention to the other as you whined and squirmed in his grasp, fingers grabbing at his hair as your breathing began to shallow. “Diego, please!”

Dragging his tongue over your skin until he reached your mouth again, he smiled into the kiss, fingers tracing down your body to press against your clit through your panties. “You took care of me last night, let me take care of you, now.” He whispered the words into your mouth, pulling away and you all but whimpered in response as he pulled you to the edge of the counter, tugging your panties roughly down your legs and throwing them away too.

“Whatever you want, Diego, just please do something!” You begged, and the look in his eyes made you almost wish you hadn’t, his mouth closing around your clit, flicking his tongue over it as you whined, hips jumping from the counter as your arms gave out. Laying flat against the tiles, the unshaven scruff decorating his jawline was scratching at the inside of your thighs, the sting creating a delicious friction as his mouth worked.

When he raised a single finger pushing it into you gently and running it along your inner walls until he was buried to the knuckle, pulling out and adding a second as he worked, your eyes rolling back in your head at the mixture of feelings.

Grinning against you, he hummed, knowing the action drove you crazy and you shook, loud moans leaving your lips as you tugged at his hair. Scissoring his fingers slightly, the stretch made you ache for more, for what he could give you, and he pulled away, still pumping his fingers in and out of you quickly as the other hand was held out for you, pulling you up so he could get to you.

With fingers woven in your hair, hot lips meeting yours and you could taste yourself on his tongue. Tightening around him, he could tell you were close, that and the way your body was starting to shake.

Pulling his fingers from you, he raised his fingers to your lips, raising his eyebrows. “Be a good girl, and clean up the mess you made?” His grin was wicked to say the least, jaw hanging slack slightly as you took his fingers between your lips, swirling your tongue around the digits and sucking happily, cleaning his fingers.

Using the hand in your head to tug your head back, he kissed and bit at the skin the action exposed, leaving purple marks trailing from your jaw to your shoulder, the skin hot and aching in a way that shot pleasure straight to your core as he soothed the marks with his kisses and licks.

Pushing his sweatpants just far enough down legs to let his cock spring free, he took his member in his hand, pumping himself a little as his eyes hooded, and you locked your legs around his waist, tightening them and using it to pull him forwards until his tip was pressing at your entrance, precum leaking, dripping slowly along his shaft.

Teasing you, he pressed himself in, only slightly, leaving you gasping in pleasure but pleading for more. Eventually giving in to the feeling of your walls hugging around him, he let himself sink into your heat fully, hands bracing himself on the counter top, yours wrapping under his arms to hold onto him tightly, ankles locking around his waist as he pulled out, just far enough to slam back into you, the breath being knocked from you as he filled you completely, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Your nails were scratching marks into his back each time he pushed back into you, his pace picking up and your body was shaking beneath him. His hips met yours each time, skin slapping against skin as he buried his face in your neck, both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat as you desperately chased your highs.

A series of ‘fuck’ left his lips, breathlessly, as he pulled back, lips slamming into yours roughly, all teeth and tongue as he guided your hand to his hair, your fingers pulling roughy as the strands as his fingers found your clit, moving rapidly over the already overstimulated bud to bring you to your high.

The feeling of you trembling in his arms, your name being screamed form his lips as you tightened around his cock, dragging everything from him, it drew him to his own climax, and he pulled out, pumping himself twice before spilling hot ribbons of cum over his hand, legs shaking as he came, fingers coated in his own release.

Both of your pants filled the room, and his eyes closed in ecstasy, your gentle fingers wrapping around his wrist tenderly as you lifted his hand to your mouth, licking his release from his skin as he watched, cock twitching as the feeling of your tongue working over his slender fingers.

“Christ, you’re the filthiest thing I have ever seen.” He whispered, your hand reaching down to pump him, still coated in your juices, your core fluttering and aching for another release. Kicking off his sweats, he picked you up from the counter, swinging you over his shoulder and planting a loud smack on your ass as you giggled, watching him make his way towards the stairs.

One thing was for sure, you knew you’d always be here to look after Diego Hargreeves, and he’d always be here to look after you.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #tua #david castaneda #david castaneda x reader #diego hargreeves fic #diego hargreeves smut #diego hargreeves fluff #the umbrella academy fic #diego #david castaneda smut #david castaneda fluff #david castaneda the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #five

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anasticklefics · 4 years

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Not That Bad - Ben's Day 1/2

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves

Summary: Ben tries to get used to being alive again. Klaus helps.

A/N: Day six of The Umbrella Academy tickle fic week (read more about it here) and Ben is up next! This one is honestly my favorite fic I wrote for this week. I would die for Ben.

Words: 1 547

“I promise you it’s not that bad.”

It had been all Ben heard during the first weeks of being alive again; his body materializing and simultaneously freaking out. Unable to cope with what was supposed to be impossible, though he reckoned being a ghost only his brother could see hadn’t been the most expected outcome of his death either. He honestly hadn’t known what to expect, but this wasn’t it. It really wasn’t it.

At first, he’d been so hungry he’d nearly died again; insides screaming from over a decade of no food or water. No need for the things his body now needed to stay alive. He felt like he’d been emptied of all contents, merely flesh and bone.

Klaus had taken him to McDonald’s. It had been the best burger of his life - new and old combined.

Then, he’d been terrified of sleeping. “I promise you it’s not that bad,” Klaus had kept saying, his own ruined and perpetually trembling body beside his on the bed, side by side. Klaus, tormented by ghosts that still terrified him even though he was learning how to control it better. “I promise you it’s not that bad,” he’d said, eyes glued to the wall with the lights still on, sleep not finding either of them.

But Ben had crashed. Had crashed so hard he almost hadn’t woken up, until he’d heard Klaus screaming for relief in his sleep. So he’d woken up because he’d needed to be there for him, like he always was.

“You’re not really convincing me,” Ben had said once his brother had calmed down, wiping at his tear stained cheeks.

Klaus had snorted, so visibly exhausted. “It’s not worse than it is for me, is it?”

It hadn’t been. Ben hadn’t dreamt of a single thing. Being alive was a mix of constant needs and a neverending emptiness. He’d forgotten that.

He’d also forgotten that you needed to be social when people could see you. As a ghost, he’d longed for conversations with more people than just Klaus, who was talking to himself a lot anyway, but now? It was so overwhelming he didn’t know what to do.

His siblings wouldn’t leave him alone, as if afraid. Just like him, lying in the dark every night, thinking it would be the last one. Scared of something he’d already experienced. Not sure if this would’ve been his choice, had a choice been given to him. Still, it felt good to see them all. To touch them. He’d seen them grow up, and then not again for several years as Klaus had stayed away. So much had changed, and yet so much was the same.

He wasn’t sure what part of that spectrum he was on. Maybe he was beyond all that.

Allison wouldn’t stop touching him. Diego wouldn’t stop watching him. Five, who had been away from them all, seemed to not be sure how to deal with it now that the apocalypse was averted. Vanya refused to look any of them in the eye, still, and Luther seemed to not know what to say to him at all.

Klaus wouldn’t shut up, though. At least that remained the same.

And Ben? He had no fucking clue of how to act around any of them.

“Why are you hiding here?”

Ben met Klaus’ eyes, bloodshot from the lack of sleep and so visible even in the dim lighting of the room. “I’m not hiding.”

“You’re so obviously hiding, dude. Scoot over.” Klaus sat down beside him on the bed they shared, always sharing, and leaned against the headboard so that their shoulders were pressed together. “To be fair, the best place to hide is a bed. You can just pretend you’re sleeping.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“And you’re not sleeping either, so what’s up?” Body turning toward Ben, and oh, Ben had forgotten what embarrassment felt like, but at Klaus’ tilted head and raised eyebrows, words that were truer than he wanted to admit, Ben felt himself flush. Stupid. It was all stupid.

He turned away, wishing Klaus couldn’t read him as well as he’d grown to read him. “It’s really nothing. It’s just… weird.”

“What is?” “Being alive.”

“Ah.”

Ben looked back at him. “Aren’t you gonna say it?”

“Say what?”

“That it’s not that bad? Aren’t you gonna promise?”

“Well.” Klaus’ turn to avert his eyes, staring at the wall, smile so sad he was certain is was mirroring his own. “I’d be mean to promise something I know isn’t true, wouldn’t I?”

“Oh.” Ben ran a hand through his hair. “So, it is that bad?”

“Being alive is fucking horrible.” Klaus leaned his head back with such force Ben heard it collide with the old wood. “I don’t blame you for not adjusting to it well.”

“Am I not?”

His brother shrugged. “I don’t know. Obviously certain things are harder than others, but I think you’re doing your best.”

“Then why am I so fucking overwhelmed all the time?”

He stood, suddenly not able to stand being still. Pacing the room, back and forth, hands fidgeting with his hair, until Klaus stood as well and reached for him, pulling him onto the bed, into his arms, squeezing once before letting him go. It made sense that he didn’t know how to comfort him. Ben didn’t know how to be comforted either.

“So that’s why you’re hiding.”

Ben let out a laugh, looking at him and taking in his concern. So visible and so useless. What good would worry do him now?

“I don’t know how to handle it,” he admitted. “People talk to me and I forget I have to answer.”

“They can’t blame you for having gotten used to being dead.”

“I know, but I don’t want to disappoint them again.”

“You never did disappoint us, Ben.”

“You only say that because you got to see me for the past 15 years. The others are mad.”

“Maybe so, but how many people get to live through a dead loved one coming back? They should be grateful.” Klaus slid down the bed, grumbling, “Ungrateful fucks.”

Ben laughed for the first time in this life, loud and suddenly. Klaus’ face lit up enough to light up the whole room.

“Did you just giggle?”

“No.”

“You so did. I heard you.”

Ben crossed his arms. “Then why did you ask?”

“Just checking. Apparently you never outgrew denial.”

He laughed again, shoving at his brother. “Oh, stop.”

Klaus made a point to always try to make him laugh after that. It wasn’t too hard. Ben, slowly adjusting to it all, found comfort in the familiar humor. The sarcasm, dirty jokes, and, after a certain point, the tickling fingers on his skin.

Still ticklish, it turned out. Klaus wouldn’t let him forget it. A night, just the two of them side by side on the bed, with Klaus telling a story so elaborate it needed his hands to fully paint it out. A grab to Ben’s midriff had paused the tale for a moment, and Klaus continued it with Ben giggling beneath his touch.

Ben hadn’t gotten to properly hear the ending, but he’d be damned if he remind his brother of that.

It was funny, he thought when Klaus delivered his daily dose of pokes to Ben’s ribs. He knew Klaus was at least twice as ticklish, in probably twice the amount of places, and yet he felt no need to reciprocate right now. Even though he knew Klaus liked being on the receiving end. Had practically heard him admit it. Maybe because this was one thing he hadn’t gotten to experience while being a ghost, while he’d seen Klaus get tickled several times. It was his turn, despite how he might’ve felt about it (he honestly wasn’t sure).

“Give me your hand.”

Ben had already grown to distrust Klaus’ motives and so merely narrowed his eyes at him. “Why?”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Come on. I promise you it’s not that bad.”

“You keep say that.”

“Is it not true?”

“Not always.”

“Well, my intentions are always good. Gimme.”

Ben obliged now, watching Klaus hold his hand in one of his, palm up. “What are you gonna do?”

“Shh, I’m trying to concentrate.” He traced the lines of Ben’s hand, face scrunched up and tongue peaking out of his mouth. “Ah, yes, I see a lot of- what would you call it?” He stilled his fingers with a hum. “Ah, yes. A lot of-” Gaze meeting Ben’s, a mischievous glint to it that was foreboding as hell. “Sensitivity.”

Ben squealed when the fingers went for his wrist, the most unconventional ticklish spot on this stupid body of his. He’d forgotten Klaus knew about it.

“Stop,” he pleaded, withdrawing his hand only to have Klaus go for his neck.

Klaus laughed, wiggling his fingers where Ben had trapped them between his chin and chest. “Can’t. I’m stuck.”

“Klaus!”

“You’re gonna have to lift your chin, kiddo.”

Ben, giggling like crazy, grabbed Klaus’ arm. “Please.”

“Lift your chin.”

“I can’t.”

“Come on.”

“It tickles too much.”

“Well, you know what I tend to say.” Klaus smirked, absolutely evil. “I promise you it’s not that bad.”

Spoiler: he lied, but this time Ben didn’t mind it too much.

#ticking #tickle fic #ticklish!ben #tua tickle fic week #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #klaus and ben #mine #not that bad #ana's fics #the umbrella academy fic

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non-plutonian-druid · 5 months

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wow i wonder who that guy is!

[ID: Ben, Diego, Mr. Pennycrumb, and old Five drawn in a style resembling Over the Garden Wall's art style. The color palette is very orange. Ben and Diego are crouching in a dark room behind a barrel and a trunk, while Five looms over them, holding an axe. Five is heavily backlit, and the area surrounding Ben and Diego is shrouded in darkness. Mr Pennycrumb is trying to climb over the trunk to reach Five, but Ben is holding him back. Five is not behaving threateningly- he is holding the axe neutrally and is just standing- but the lighting, the angle, and the boys' fear makes him seem more imposing than he actually is. End ID.]

#tua #the umbrella academy #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #mr pennycrumb #that might be the exact same caption as i put on the preview but im too lazy to check #sorry guys! im super late to otgw season but here it is anyway!#my art #once again i go 'i think im gonna draw a guy in three point perspective' and then wonder why i have done that to myself yet again #never tagged this with the au tag lmao #its been like five months #ben and diego get stuck in the woods

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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Masterlist of AUs

okay i’m never putting anything under a read more ever again bc i deleted this whole ass thing and now i’m redoing it so forget me worrying about it being long af it’s what it is my friends

me, scrolling back through my blog: where tf are all my aus smh

(this is why i need them all in one place)

so without further ago, here we go (the title brings you to the tag on my blog, the numbers bring you the posts for that au):

short stay au - Five jumps forward into the apocalypse and gets stuck, but not for forty-five years. No, in fact, Five is only stuck for one year before he figures out how to get home. Which means the Hargreeves get a lap full of traumatized teenage boy with no idea who the Commission agents trying to kill them are (one)

dolores is the universe au - Dolores isn’t just a mannequin, she’s actually the concept of the universe. The only reason Five can hear her is because overuse of his powers has given him enough exposure to the rift between world that she can reach him. But how to explain this to the siblings who think he’s just traumatized? (one, two, three)

immortal au - The first time Five died, he didn’t know it. The second time was harder to explain. The third and the fourth... well. In the apocalypse, Five figures out that he can’t die, which would be fine except every time he dies he resets himself to thirteen. Puberty? Again? Everyone is more than a little concerned about Five’s lack of concern over his welfare, but hey he’ll start caring again when he’s got further to fall okay? (one)

imaginary friend au - When Five was little, he had an imaginary friend named Dolores. He had that imaginary friend for far longer than he should have, to the point where Reginald intervened. And so they all remember this when Five pops back up toting around a mannequin and calling her Dolores, the only difference is Five has stopped giving a single fuck what old Reggie had to say and he isn’t giving up his friend again so easily (one)

instant arrival au - When Five jumps forward, he doesn’t jump into the apocalypse. Instead, he jumps straight into his father’s funeral. He sort of treats it as a weird vacation until he finds out Ben is dead and tries to return, and finds out he can’t. Now his siblings have to deal with a thirteen-year-old brother who saves the day by just being himself (one, two, three)

barking mad au - Vanya’s apocalypse was more targeted and only killed the humans. Five jumps into the apocalypse and instead of being alone, he’s adopted by the feral packs and colonies that have cropped up. He learns to bark and purr and growl and hiss to communicate, finding friends and family where humanity is gone. Of course, this makes returning to said humanity more than a little bit tricky. It’s not his fault his siblings are dense and don’t understand body language, ugh. (one, two, three)

pushed au - Instead of forbidding time travel, Reginald encourages it. He pushes Five to try it, and so when Five vanishes it’s Reginald’s fault. Written off as no great loss, the siblings realize how disposable they are. Who of them will be the next Five? Trust broken, they don’t stick around to find out and run away. When Five returns, it’s to a very different family who has learned how to depend on one another and protect each other. Together, they figure out how to stop the apocalypse (one)

memory mishap au - The siblings take Five’s hands and jump back in time, and it works! They’re thirteen again! Except for the fact that Five had managed to forget everything that happened since the day he decided to jump forward in time the first time. It’s the others turn to protect him as they run away. Five tries to get his memories back, but is that really what’s best? (one, two)

ghost five au - Five doesn’t leave. He stays, and when that one fateful day happens where one of them is slated to die, Five decides to bite the bullet and take Ben’s place. Even knowing Klaus’s powers, he wasn’t really expecting to wake up as a ghost. He somehow unites the family through the power of being irritating and getting Klaus involved. (one)

broken five au - Reginald puts his foot down once and for all about time travel, by threatening Vanya’s life if Five puts another toe out of line. Five, fully believing his father capable of getting rid of the ‘useless’ child, shuts down. When his siblings find out what broke Five, they all decide to run away for their own safety as much as Vanya’s. They end up adopted by a woman happily living in the woods in her cabin who wasn’t expecting to adopt seven children but here she is and she certainly isn’t returning them to Reginald so. Seven kids it is. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

run nanny run au - Look the nannies aren’t blind. They know Reginald doesn’t care about the kids and is looking at them like they’re weapons and not people, so it really shouldn’t be as surprising as it is that they decide to just take the kids and run one day. They are going to give these seven toddlers normal childhoods if it kills them, even if they have to dodge Reginald and the law as they do so. And no one forces Vanya to eat oatmeal like damn (one)

travel forward au - Instead of taking them back, Five miscalculates. It shouldn’t be unexpected, seeing as Five has never taken passengers before. But he manages to slingshot them directly into the future - into the apocalypse. The family gets a first hand look at how Five lived for forty years and gain a better understanding of their brother as he frantically works to get them all out again before they starve to death. (one, two)

daemon au - a crossover with the His Dark Materials universe by Philip Pullman, the Umbrella Academy live in a world where their souls walk beside them in the form of animals made of a material called dust. Of course, with these guys it can never be that simple. Ben’s daemon didn’t vanish upon his death and hangs out with Klaus, Luther and Diego’s daemons are always fighting, Allison’s is lazy and disagrees with her constantly, there’s something off about Vanya’s, and Five’s hasn’t settled yet. It’s certainly a bit of a mad house. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, art)

plush companion au - Dolores wasn’t the only friend Five made in the apocalypse. A terrified and grieving child, he built himself a city out of statues and mannequins and stuffed animals. He built himself an entire world in his own imagination to keep himself from crumbling to insanity. Of course, his siblings have a few question after their brother turns back up and suddenly there’s toys turning up in the manor? (one)

atla au - a crossover with Avatar: The Last Airbender, aka all the kids are benders. In a universe where the Xth avatar is foretold to bring about the end of the world, Reginald manages to get his hands on seven children born whose mother’s hadn’t been pregnant when the day began. Apparently he’s training them to defeat this eventual evil avatar, but little do they know that said avatar is among them and tricked into believing she’s a nonbender (one, two)

suppression au - Reginald doesn’t just use his power suppression drugs on Vanya, he uses them as punishment on the others. They learn that their powers can be taken away on a whim and as punishment, and they’re forced to adapt. Five teaches Vanya the skills he learns to cope without powers, because without them they’re on the same level of competency. Vanya realizes just because she’s ordinary she isn’t useless. A more confident and competent Vanya results, and it changes the future for the better (one)

pianist five au - Vanya isn’t the only child who picks up an instrument. Five learns how to play the decorative piano in the mansion so that he can accompany Vanya’s practice. It becomes more than a hobby. In the end, when words can’t get through to the White Violin, it’s perhaps only music that can soothe the savage beast. (one)

artist klaus au - Klaus was a good artist as a child before Reginald deemed art as being ‘childish’ and forbid it. He forgets until he does some art therapy in rehab, and reignites his passion. He steals notebooks and art supplies and does drawings and caricatures for a quick buck on the streets. When the apocalypse is stopped, he also introduces art therapy to his siblings. It’s just soft tbh (one, two)

out of time au - Five doesn’t jump to eight days before the apocalypse, he jumps to the day of. He has to figure things out and figure them FAST. As such, he’s much more open to delegation and includes Vanya in this because lord knows he’s aware she’s more sensible than half his siblings. And if Vanya and Leonard argue when she wants to look after her brother that she only just got back well, if the apocalypse was prevented by this rift then it’s probably for the best (one)

how i met your mother au - The Hargreeves jump back in time, but way back to before they were even born. They find their birth mothers, and get to learn exactly who they were, and it’s a little alarming to find out that they’re all people. The kids built them up in their heads as the monsters who gave them up, but they’re just people with hopes and dreams and fears, capable of mistakes and who had to make a choice on the worst day of their lives. (one)

responsible luther au - Five only spends a year in the apocalypse before jumping back and is relieved to find he has four years to stop the apocalypse. Except, Reginald decides that Five isn’t getting out of his hands again and restrains him. The last child left in the house, Luther, has a choice to make. And he makes it. He chooses Five, and absconds with him from the house. Luther tries to help a deeply traumatized Five recover, while also dealing with his reunited family and Reginald teaming up with the Commission to kidnap Five back. To be honest he should have only expected a mess when all the Hargreeves come together (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)

in the trenches au - Just because Vanya is ‘powerless’ doesn’t mean useless. After all, Klaus doesn’t exactly have a combat based power. So Vanya was included, she was part of the Umbrella Academy, she went on the missions and killed and got hurt and risked her life alongside everyone else. Which means that she isn’t dismissed, she isn’t excluded. She’s as much a part of this as they all are, and that changes everything (one)

post apocalypse au - Just things I think the Hagreeves should get up to in a world where they have to deal with the fact that the world isn’t going to end and they actually have to inhabit it. They decide to try and live instead of whatever they’ve been doing for twenty-nine years, figuring out what they like and don’t like as they go where they were never really allowed to before (one)

late addition au - on one fateful day, forty-three women gave birth despite not beginning the day pregnant. Forty-three women produced forty-four children, and that one extra wasn’t exactly supposed to be there. Indeed, unhappy with the apocalypse plans, the Universe slipped her own child next to another as an almost sleeper agent of sorts. Five grew up with his mother’s voice in his ear, the knowledge that he wasn’t like the others, and a mission to take out the true cause of the apocalypse: the Commission. (one, two)

double trouble au - They stop the apocalypse, but that’s not the end of it because a few days after it all ends Five shows up. Except Five is already there. This is a younger Five who time traveled, except there’s no apocalypse to meet him now. Baby Five manages to convince his elder counterpart to see how long it takes the rest of the siblings to cotton onto the fact that there are two of them, and it’s downright alarming how long it actually takes (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)

pride and prejudice au - The Hargreeves have returned to Netherfield to figure out the estate after their father’s death. Airheaded Klaus falls head over heels for local soldier Dave Katz, much to the chagrin of over-protective and pig-headed brother Diego. Fortunately, Dave has the fearsome and wonderful Eudora Patch at his side as his best friend. And his little sister, Dolores, is best friends with Five Hargreeves? And for reasons unknown, the Handler is back and sniffing around. (one, two, three, four, five, six)

poster child au - Klaus is a little bit more accurate with that fire extinguisher and Five drops through into the courtyard with a bloody nose and the beginning of a frankly impressive black eye. It’s looking like the poster child for child abuse that Five goes to griddy’s, and Agnes isn’t leaving this abused child alone out front, right? So she witnesses everything and ends up taking Five under her wing and rolling with the whole ‘stop the apocalypse’ train. Along the way she adopts six more children adults, falls in love with an assassin, and saves the world (one)

mechanical boy au - Five and Grace have always been close, in their own way. Away from prying eyes, with careful sentences and unsaid words. Allies in survival against a man who doesn’t care if they live or die. An exploration of a Five who takes more of an interest in his mother, and more in subterfuge. (one, two, three)

ben saves the day au - Instead of Ben dying, it was Klaus. Without his two favorite brothers, Ben drifts away from the family. He leaves when he hits 18 and doesn’t look back. He builds himself a life, gets a job, learns to live. And then of course he’s tossed back into drama central when Reggie kicks the bucket. On the bright side, Ben got one of his favorite brothers back. On the other hand, it appears that Ben got the entire family’s brain cells in the divorce. (one, two, three)

robot five au - Five is just like any of the other Hargreeves, except of course for the fact that he shares more in common with their mother than the other squishier members of the family. It’s a difficult existence, trying to be yourself when even just having free will is too much to ask. But a little trip to the apocalypse and back and Five is done with all this human bullshit and would like very much for people to stop trying to kill his family, thank you. If the others can accept Grace as their mother then on god they will accept Five as their brother. (one, two)

the commission boy au - The Boy was the only success in a series of failures regarding experiments with Number Five’s DNA, or at least the samples left behind after his rather explosive exit. Growing up trained to be the perfect assassin, the Boy eventually discovers the Commission’s dirty laundry. Mainly, the existence of Five. Assuming that Five is another successful experiment and his ‘brother’, the Boy betrays the Commission and embarks on a journey to discover who his family are, and more importantly, who he is. (one, two, three, four, five, six)

hogwarts au - When Five is ten, a woman comes to the house and talks about magic. Reginald tosses her out, but Five follows her and tells her with wide innocent eyes that their father bought them and is planning to expose their ‘powers’ to the world. The magical community can’t have that, and all seven children are bundled up and placed at Hogwarts. They still have their powers, which don’t seem to be linked to their magic in any way, but they’re not about to tell any of the adults that. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

changeling au - When 43 children were born around the world, they became a curiosity that got the attention of a powerful member of the fae, The Handler. Changelings are traditional, so she sent off a minion to swap one of the children with her own - except something goes wrong. The switch isn’t made. One woman assumes she had twins, and gives both of them to Reginald Hargreeves. Five grows up with rules. Lies burn like coal on his tongue, he is bound to his word, and he knows the true power of names. The Handler isn’t willing to let sleeping dogs lie. (one, two, three)

timeboy au - When Five is young, he finds a blue box in an alley that feels like home. He finds a friend, the TARDIS finds family. She finds him again, over and over through the years. Five grows up with the TARDIS’s voice humming in his head, blue glowing on his hands. He asks her to teach him to time travel, and she does. But when he jumps - time screams. It’s wrong. It’s time for a team up between Five and Team TARDIS to fix the timeline, prevent the apocalypse, and learn some important life lessons along the way. (one, two, ao3)

supernatural au - In another world, 43 children appeared out of thin air. In this world, Reginald is a collector. Of what, you might ask? Well just look in his library. Reginald Hargreeves is one of the world’s foremost expects on supernatural and mythical creatures. Why, just look at his children. (one)

pokemon au - Blessed by legendaries, the Umbrella Academy aren’t entirely human. They look human enough, but humans can’t learn pokemon moves. Humans don’t have a type. Reginald wriggles through a loophole, and gets custody of seven legendary children, though of course there are only six on a traditional team. Sorry Vanya. (one)

gym leader au - the Hargreeves are certainly a power family since they were trained from infancy to be the best trainers they can be. Of course, being gym leaders means they’re in the middle of all the weird and wacky shit that happens. Don’t mention the celebi incident that resulted in the dragon gym leader looking like a teenager, for the love of god. (one)

unviable au - Time travel doesn’t work. It needs a conduit. Taking all of time into something as fallible as a human heart... Five gets to the apocalypse, and he doesn’t immediately realize that he can’t touch things any more. He can’t interact with the world. He figures he got stuck in a pocket dimension of some sort, and eventually manages to travel back in time - except the only people who can see him are Klaus and Ben. They tell him that he’s dead, a ghost, but that’s not going to stop him from saving his family and, maybe, the world. (one, two, three)

prophet five au - Five’s time powers are a little different than canon. When he dreams, he sees the future. A possible future. He spends most of his childhood tweaking and prodding at the world to make sure his family is safe, terrified of being discovered. And then he starts dreaming of the apocalypse, of a life he hasn’t lived, and he decides to change the world. But he needs a little help. That’s where Vanya comes in. (one)

delayed au - when forty-three children were born, one mother looked Reginald Hargreeves in the eyes and said, no thank you. She would raise her child herself, thanks. Except her son turns five-years-old, and he’s not safe. He teleports, and he gets lost, and - she turns to the academy in desperation. Five knows about the outside world. Knows that he was loved. Reginald is full of shit, and Five tries his best to save the world. (one)

tog/tua crossover - Five dies in the apocalypse and starts dreaming of other people. Andy has been confused about the immortal child she’s dreamed about on and off for eons. Nile joins the team and with the power of google search, they set off to find the mystery child immortal. Five, on the other hand, would just like to stop the apocalypse and maybe take down the commission thank-you-very-much. (one, two, three)

rebel vanya au - Vanya’s meds suppressed her powers, but her emotions were fine. Vanya grew up loud, grew up sneaking out and acting out because the only attention she could wrench from Reginald was negative attention. With anger in her heart, a friendship with her favorite two brothers based on bashing their father, and girlfriend Helen Cho that was maybe an enemies to lovers orchestra au. When Five pops back up, Vanya isn’t going to let anything get in the way or her and her girlfriend’s concert, so obviously they have to stop the apocalypse. Right? (one)

the red book au - Five finds several things in the apocalypse. He finds an eye, he finds Vanya’s book, and he finds Reginald’s notebook. Five finds out about his sister’s powers when he’s just a teenager, and grows up knowing about them. This... changes some things, when he hops back in time to save everyone. (one, two)

five meets susan au - Susan Pevensie is an old woman now, but that’s okay, because Five is old as well where it matters. They’ve both lived through loss and love and heartache, both know what it’s like to be too old to be so young and too young to be so old. They both know what it’s like to be lost in a world so different from the one they knew before. They both know what it’s like to be left alone. But that’s okay, because Five needed someone who understands him and Susan is the closest thing he’s got. (one, two, three)

oneshots - Just little oneshots, usually within the scope of vague canon or post-stopping the apocalypse times where I write about just family bonding and conversation I would like to see happen in canon. Usually about the siblings bonding and occur on a whim. (one)

#masterlist #my aus #au masterlist #if there's any y'all want me to explore more #all u gotta do is ask #i also have a whole lot of au asks sitting in my inbox as well for me to eventually respond to #but i wanted to finish this up first #the umbrella academy #tua #tua aus #master list

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inyourwildestdreamslove · 5 years

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Alternate Universe

You appear on the eve of Ben’s death with a warning and a wicked smile. Saving him from his demise you give him a second chance at life and feelings he won’t completely understand for many years to come.

Here is how you fall in love while failing your mission.

Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Prologue: Every story has a before...

What most people don’t know about the Umbrella Academy is that there used to be eight of them. Number 8, however, disappeared when she was only a child and was, quite frankly, never heard from again.

Well... she wasn’t heard from for many years, at least until the moment that she dropped back into their lives, it seems very much by accident.

You gaze around the room that your powers had thrown you into. Interdimensional hopping is definitely not all that it is cracked up to be. Especially, when you aren’t sure which timeline you are actually in. Holding the black parasole above your head you walk through the house and are almost barreled into by a young man around your age. He blinks at you in confusion and you just stare back.

“Umm… Guys? We have company!” he yells unsurely and a moment later a older man in a suit and monocle is standing at the top of the stair, while several others your age stand around him. You recognize them as the Umbrella Academy.

“What is the meaning of this?! Who are you?” he barks.

You tilt your head to the side and study the man, regarding him and his obvious confusion at who you are.

“I must be back then…” you say almost wistfully.

“Back?” questions a tall lanky boy.

“Yes, back. It’s been quite a while since I’ve visited my home dimension. I rather enjoy avoiding it.”

“Home dimension?” questions the guy in front of you.

You recognize him as The Horror, otherwise known as Ben or Number 6. You know much about your supposed siblings, mostly from the magazine articles that you’ve picked up over the years.

“Yes...This one is not as much fun as the others.” You say calmly.

“Number 8?” the whisper that leaves the old man’s lips shocks the young adults around him.

“Number 8?” Luther, otherwise known as ‘Spaceboy’ asks from beside his father.

“Yes, she disappeared when her powers manifested, nobody had any idea what had happened to her,” he says in almost awe.

“Well, I was raised mostly by a very nice couple in the hills of Tennessee, but I wasn’t there the entire time. I jumped to another universe where I never jumped to my previous home. I met another version of myself and trained to use my powers. It was quite helpful… Not very homey though. The people that gave me up were rather cold people.”

“You mean it wasn’t here?”

“Choices are the bread and butter of my power there are many different timelines where things are very different… but we don’t have time to get into that. I’ve been brought here for a reason,” you turn your attention to the young man still standing in front of you, “probably because of you.”

“Me?”

“Yes… you need saving and I must be the one to do so…” you say it calmly as if this happens all the time. Perhaps it does...

“Saving?”

“Hold on a minute… Are you threatening him?”

You send a cool look over to the hot headed Diego, “Kraken, calm yourself… I’m doing no such thing…”

He scoffs but you can see the glint of a knife in his hand.

“Yes… by all intents and purposes you should be dead,” you say this so matter of factly that the siblings and Hargreeves don’t really know what to think. So you just shrug your shoulders and start to meander around the house. A moment later a knife comes flying right for you, but before it could hit you a flash of light erupts from where you are standing and then from the ceiling. Diego’s knife is stuck in the floor and everyone is looking at it as if they had just saw the impossible.

“Sooo…. That happened…” The Seance otherwise known as Klaus mutters as he gazes in awe at the knife sticking out of the floor, “Got anymore party tricks?”

“Oh… lots,” you say with a wicked smile.

“Children! We must discuss this further!” You watch in amusement as they all file out of the room behind their ‘father.’ You notice that Ben looks behind him several times as he leaves the room to you. You just send him a wink and walk towards the sitting room. You sit down calmly on the sofa and close your parasole. You smooth down the black dress you are wearing and pull a book out of the bag on your hip. You are now vaguely wondering just what possessed your powers to bring you here.

“Child!”

“My name is (Y/N) and I’m not your child.”

“You were my child until you were 4 years old.”

“So for 16 years I have not been your child and I still learned how to do math.”

You look at the man with vindictive rebellion. You’ve visited other places where you stayed with the man standing before you. Where your life was different. And now you know things. Your deep plum lips smirk as you look at the man before you.

“I can save him, but you have to let me stay here. And when I’m ready you have to let me go…”

He narrowed his eyes, “You do not make the rules here, I do.”

“Old man… no matter where I go...I make the rules,” you say with a smirk and a definite stare.

He scoffs, “Then you cannot stay.”

“When he dies… because he will die… just know you could have stopped it. Live with that.”

With that you simply pick up your parasole and walk towards the door.

You are out the gate and down the street when you hear footsteps behind you.

“Wait!”

You turn to see Ben behind you.

“I don’t want to die.”

“Don’t worry… I don’t intend to let that happen,” you give him a small smile and hold up a credit card that you swiped from the old man.

“I like ice cream. Do you?”

He just nods in confusion as he follows after you down the street. It takes only a moment for the two of you to end up at an ice cream parlor. Ben, despite being the same age as you, had never really been allowed to go out on his own. You both place your orders and sit down at the booth.

“You need to leave that place.”

“What?”

“It’s a mission that kills you. We both know that you hate going on mission, so why do you stay? Why put yourself in danger for the whims of that man?”

“How do you know all of this?”

You give him a secretive smile, full of mystery and promises of danger.

“I just do,” you say with an innocent shrug.

He heaves a sigh and leans back in the booth, “I don’t get it…”

“Nobody does… Not even I do all the time, but you have to believe me when I tell you I’ve seen things and I know things. If you stay with that man, you won’t survive much longer.”

At that you get up and walk out the parlor door still eating the ice cream cone you had bought. You don’t give Ben enough time to follow you before you turn down an alleyway and step through one of your portals. You land on the roof of a nearby building clutching a newspaper in your hand.

“Perhaps… I should stick around for a while to make sure things are okay…”

You watch from your vantage point as Ben walks out of the ice cream parlor with his head down and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. A moment later a black cat with a moon shaped marking on its forehead appears right next to you. Artemis meows up at you and you just glance down at her.

“Yes… I know... We have a lot of work to do…”

You turn and walk through the portal that you’ve created to your home. The rather large house is just outside of the city in the forest. You had found it abandoned a few years ago, not long after you had set out to figure out just what was going on. It stands tall, a weathered white in color, with a sunroom that is more greenhouse. There are flowers surrounding it and tall trees with swings hanging from the branches. You walk into the kitchen with herb plants scattered about and a wood stove in the corner, and make some tea all the while wondering if saving Ben Hargreeves is the reason that your powers took you to him in the first place.

Despite its size it is a rather cozy house stocked full of green growing plants, brilliantly colored crystals and cozy furniture. It always smells faintly of basil and thyme or the latest tea you’re brewing. Shelves line the walls full of books and knick knacks collected from the universes that you have a tendency to frequent. One room is dedicated entirely to painting, it’s bursting with colors and half finished paintings and sketches. Your journals are in a pile on the other side of the room decorating a table. You have a nook for reading that no one is allowed in and a bistro table that you wished someone would share with you. All in all, you adore your house and although you aren’t entirely sure what you are to do with so much extra space, you suppose that time will tell.

You sit curled in the chair wondering about what is going on when you feel your powers begin to tug at you again. You don’t think about it and allow them to transport you where they seem to intent that you go. When you step forward you see Ben in front of you while the others rush to leave the room. The tentacles that usually are flailing about aren’t the only thing that you see. He’s screaming in pain as one of the creatures attempt to climb their way out of the portal underneath his skin. You feel yourself rush forward before you even know what you are doing. Your eyes glow white and air around you begins to pick up speed until it feels like hundreds of sharp needles are attacking the beast attempting to escape. You hear a cry among Ben’s screams of pain coming from deep inside the portal. As the being begins to retreat you rush towards Ben and place your hands on his shoulders. You feel your power reacting with his and together you close the portal that haunts the man before you. His deep brown eyes find yours before he leans over and loses the contents of his stomach to the floor. You help to steady him as he empties his stomach and then leans against you.

“Come on…”

“I need to go home…”

“You need to come with me. You need to rest.”

He looks at you with wide eyes before he nods.

You open a portal and step through it to your home and help him over to couch. He practically collapses onto it with your arm still around him.

“Rest for a bit, we’ll deal with everything soon enough.”

It takes only a moment for him close his eyes and you lose him to unconsciousness.

It’s a few hours later when Ben wakes up in his bed. If it wasn’t for the odd pull in his chest he wouldn’t even believe that what happened was even real. His siblings surround him and can hardly believe what happened. Can hardly believe the he is alive. With tears streaming down his face Klaus throws his arms around his brother and breaks down sobbing. Ben returns Klaus’ hug and look up into the tired eyes of his brothers and sisters. The same emotions mirrored in his eyes as their own. Fear.

Not just the fear of his almost death, but the fear of what their life would be like if they stayed. The order to abandon their brother ringing loudly in each one’s ear. And so, one by one ,they all trickled away from the academy, except for Luther who remained a staunch and loyal member of The Umbrella Academy.

Over the years the siblings all had their own run ins with the elusive sister they never knew and don’t remember.

When Luther almost died on a mission, she had been there in the knick of time to get him home to Grace. Had she not appeared he would have bled out on the lab floor.

Diego got in over his head with the mafia, and she had saved him from torture and certain death. Informing him that his recklessness would not be easily forgiven again. He had only scoffed in reply, but was secretly grateful.

Allison once had a dangerous mishap on set that almost cost her her life. (Y/N) appeared at the last moment causing her to land safely on a trampoline instead of the cement floor three feet from her mark. The blue portal she fell through the only indication that her mysterious sister was even around.

Klaus found himself staring down the barrel of the gun of his drug dealer. His dear sister had appeared behind the dealer knocking him unconscious with an envelope of money. Klaus was warned she would only save him once. A promise she broke many times...

And Vanya, sweet Vanya, had been walking home one night from practice and when someone began to follow her, she feared the worst. Luckily, number 8 appeared from the alleyway beside her and walked her home. Vanya felt, for the first time, protected instead of scorned by one of her siblings. Even if she didn’t know this one at all...

None of the siblings had really spoken in the decade since they had left, perhaps here and there, but not like they used. They had never spoken of the dark times their elusive 8th member stepped in to save the day, and that was the way that she liked it.

She would not become a consistent fixture in their lives until the day that Reginald Hargreeves dies.

A day that would come sooner rather than later...

I’m really excited about this! I wanted a fun story with a mysterious main character that just sweeps Ben off his feet! I’m super excited for this and I hope you are too!! Please comment to let me know what you think!

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #alive!ben #alive!ben x reader #alive!ben imagine #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy romance #the umbrella academy fanfiction

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tangerinesteve · 5 years

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Eight Weeks

( @dannyd0ritos I DID IT MY FRIEND! AND TUMBLR ACTUALLY LET ME MENTION YOU LOOK AT THAAAAATTTT! sorry for the caps i am...exhausted. but i did it. thank you so much for the request! sorry it took so long but thanks for being a good sport and here it is! finally done!!! and gift wrapped just for you! <3)

“Last time you were this quiet, we were 12. Ran down the stairs wearing Grace’s heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut again?”

Klaus sighed.

“Eight weeks.”

The memories slammed into him surprisingly hard, considering the amount of vodka in his blood. He shut his eyes tight and rested his head against the window, his head pounding for several different reasons, none of them good.

~***~

The heels had been a good idea. They had. The stairs on the other hand, not so much. He remembers falling. And he remembers the pain shooting through his head when he landed face first on the landing. He remembers screaming for help. And he remembers his vision going blurry, the last thing he remembers seeing is Diego’s face, covered in worry. He hears his brother scream for help, scream for mom. And then everything fades away.

The trip to the hospital is non-existent in his memory, the trip back is hazy. He remembers a bright flash of florescent lights, and silence, he remembers the silence in the hospital. The lights flashed in his eyes for a brief second, but the silence echoed in his head as he woke up in his bed. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He coughed and almost screamed. His hand shot to his face, or tried to. There was a hand around his wrist, catching his hand seconds before it touched his face.

��Hey. Hey it’s okay. You’re at home. It’s okay.” Diego’s voice floated to him through the haze in his head. He couldn’t help rolling his eyes at that.

“Yeah okay, poor choice of words. But hey, you can’t touch your face. Not yet.” Diego sounded…strange. Klaus blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. His brother faded into view, he smiled crookedly at Klaus. Klaus tried to speak, tried to ask him what was wrong, but he couldn’t move his mouth. His eyes widened and he smacked at Diego’s arm frantically before pointing at himself.

“It’s okay. Your jaw’s wired shut. It’ll be okay in a few weeks. You broke your jaw in like three places.” Diego swallowed hard, he was having a hard time making eye contact with Klaus. Klaus made a noise in his throat and slapped the bed hard.

“Eight.”

He slapped the bed again.

“Eight weeks.”

Klaus’ breathing thinned, his head was feeling light again, the drugs had nothing to do with it. It felt like Luther was sitting on his chest. Diego touched his arm, Klaus pulled his hand away. Diego looked hurt. Klaus could feel the tears coming, he waved his hand at his brother.

“Klaus I-“

He waved his hands harder and turned away from him, settling himself deeper into his bed, pulling the blankets up over his head as the tears fell. He heard Diego hesitate at the door, and then heard him leave, shutting the door gently behind him. Klaus’ eyes burned, he turned his head into his pillow, a half scream filling his throat as white-hot pain shot through his head. He rolled onto his back, sniffling as he stared at the ceiling. His head full of pain but no voices.

~***~

Week One

It takes him two days to learn to hate the sound of the food processor. Two days. It takes him one day to hate the food that comes from it.

Grace brings him his first “meal” while he’s still in bed. He wanted waffles, she brought him yogurt. Blended yogurt. Why you’d need to blend yogurt further than the mush it already was, Klaus had no idea, but it was gross. His jaw hurt when he sucked on the straw. And for a moment he thought he might throw up, he panicked at the thought, how could he throw up if his mouth was wired shut? He was going to die. He was going to choke on his own vomit and there was nothing he could do about it.

Grace’s hand rubbing slow circles onto his back calmed him. She did this the whole time he “ate”, keeping him calm. Klaus tried to thank her when she got up and once again winced in pain and frustration.

“It’s alright sweetheart. I know. You’re welcome.” She smiled down at him, Klaus feeling warmth spread through him like always. He slapped the bed twice, Grace turned to look at him. He held his hands up, making a heart with is fingers. Her smile widened, her head tilting.

“I love you too Klaus.” She walked out the door, still smiling. Klaus watched her go and then decided he would get dressed. There was no point in sitting in his room all day moping. He pushed himself up off the bed, threw on a shirt and some floral pajama pants, slipped on the pair of heals Grace had said he could keep, and headed down stairs.

“Are you serious right now?” Luther’s voice carried down the hall, he was always so loud. Klaus ignored him and walked into the kitchen. The others all already there, Vanya and Five waved at him, Ben smiled.

“Klaus! Hello? I’m talking to you.” Luther called, sauntering into the kitchen after him. Klaus turned around and widened his eyes, acting surprised to see him. He shrugged and made a comical act of miming that he didn’t hear him.

“You broke your jaw, not your ears Klaus, I know you can hear me. That’s not how that works.” Luther sat down in his chair and glared at his brother. Klaus shrugged and sat down.

“Here Klaus. This is for you.” Five walked behind his chair and set a small notepad on the table. Klaus smiled at him.

“It’s from me, Ben, and Vanya. We brainstormed ways to help you feel better.” He walked away, like what he said was nothing. Klaus looked at Vanya, she smiled her shy smile, he moved his eyes to Ben, the boy stuck his tongue out him. Klaus tried to return the gesture, growled in his throat, flipped open the notepad, drew a face with the tongue sticking out, and held it up for Ben to see. He laughed, almost choking on his oatmeal.

“Klaus seriously. You’re wearing heals again? After you literally just fell down the stairs because of them?” Luther clearly wasn’t giving up. Klaus sighed and flipped the page in his notebook.

i like them

“Oh you like them? Even though they broke your jaw?”

the stairs broke my jaw

“The stairs? How did the stairs break your jaw?!” Luther sounded frustrated.

how did the shoes???

Klaus made a face at him, his hands held up beside him.

“They tripped you!” Luther was almost yelling now.

no. i tripped. the shoes didn’t trip me. i like them. i’m wearing them. get over it.

Luther huffed and crossed his arms. Allison sighed next to him, he looked at her.

“There’s no reasoning with him.” Luther shook his head.

“And yet you insist on trying.” Allison said, scooping oatmeal onto her spoon slowly. Luther huffed again and looked back to Klaus, he smiled smugly and leaned back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head as he waited for the other to finish their breakfasts.

~***~

Week Two

He was bored. Bored bored bored BOOOORED. He was laying on the kitchen table, fingers tapping away on his notepad that was lying on his stomach. His eyes were closed, the others were away on a mission. The house was uncomfortably quiet. He used to fill that silence. That was his job. And now he couldn’t even do that.

His eyes snapped open when he heard it. The noise. The music.

He smiled to himself and threw his body off the table, running down the hall recklessly, and ending up outside the doors of the parlor. Vanya was behind the closed door, playing her violin. Klaus pressed his ear to the door, his breath catching in his chest as the haunting sounds carried through the wood.

“Master Klaus.” Klaus jumped and spun around to see Pogo looking at him.

“Miss Vanya is practicing.” Klaus nodded. He grabbed the marker out of his pocket and scribbled in the note book.

I just wanna listen

Pogo looked at him for a moment, and then nodded.

“If she says it’s okay.” Klaus smiled and knocked on the door. The music screeched, and then stopped. Klaus heard footsteps and then Vanya’s head popped out the door.

“Klaus? Are you alright?” She looked up at him, looking concerned. He nodded with a smile and held up his notepad.

Can I listen?

She read it, her eyes dropping to the words and then rising slowly to look at Klaus’ face again.

“You wanna listen to me play?”

Klaus nodded.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded again, enthusiastically. Her brow furrowed for a brief second and then she stepped back, giving him space to come into the room. He did a little dance, waved at Pogo, and shut the door.

He sprawled out on the couch, his legs propped up, hands behind his head. He looked at Vanya and found her watching him, that shy smile on her lips again. He gabbed his marker.

What?

She smiled outright then and shook her head.

“Nothing. Are you uh, comfortable and ready, your highness?” she asked, smirking at him, Klaus stared at that honest to god smirk on his shy sisters face and nodded again, smiling brightly back at her. She nodded back, and began playing.

Klaus closed his eyes, a calm feeling washing over him as she played. All the thoughts he had running through his head about everything from their father, to how and if he wanted to tell his sibling he wasn’t exactly a boy, maybe not a girl, he wasn’t sure what he was but he really wanted to explore and figure it. He was pretty sure they’d understand, most of them anyway. He was still trying to figure out if he’d care. He could be himself whether or not they understood, but he’d like them to.

Vanya filled the room, and Klaus’ head, with music, from happy to sad, to everything in between. His emotions where all over the place, his hands shaking a little as she finished. He’d sat up at some point, his elbows resting on his knees. There were tears in his eyes, and falling down his cheeks. The music stopped, Vanya paused, her eyes staying closed for a moment. She finally looked at Klaus, her features colored with worry. Klaus stared at her for a long time and then stood up and started clapping. He made some small noises through his nose and kept clapping, his hands hurting a little bit. He grabbed his marker and notepad, scribbling as fast as he could.

VANYA! THAT WAS AMAZING! YOU’RE AMAZING!

She read his note once, twice, three times. She blinked a few times and then looked at him. He wiped his hand over his face, clearing the tears away. When his eyes could see his sister again, they found her smiling. The brightest smile he’d ever seen on her face. He smiled back and wrote on his notepad again.

More? Please!

Vanya nodded and lifted her violin, clearing her throat and closing her eyes. Klaus laid back on the couch and let the music his sister played flow through him, his mind calm for the first time in a long time.

~***~

Week Three and Four

He can’t breathe. His chest is tight. There is no air. In his lungs or in his room. No air anywhere. At least nowhere he’s looked. His lips are chapped, slightly parted, trying to suck in air when there is none. He falls out of bed, stumbles to his feet and then down the hall. He needs to find someone. Tell them to cut the wires. He can’t breathe. He can’t breathe.

Ben’s hand on his shoulder brings him back to himself. He’s sitting against the wall in the hallway, knees pulled up to his chest, hands wrapped around his head, making himself as small as possible.

“Klaus? Klaus what’s wrong? How do I help?” Ben sounds as frantic as Klaus feels, his chest heaving. He reaches for his notepad and doesn’t find it. He gasps, his chest screaming. He claws his way back down the hall, practically throws the pad at Ben, in shaky writing his problem lies.

No air. Can’t breathe. Help please.

It had taken all the strength in him to write that. And the letters were still a mess. Ben’s eyes widened and he was crouched next to Klaus immediately, his hands on his brother’s shoulders.

“Klaus look at me. Its okay. There’s air. You just need to slow your breathing down okay?”

Klaus shook his head frantically. Ben didn’t understand, there was no air.

“Hey. I know. I understand. It feels like you can’t breathe because there’s no air, but look at me. I’m breathing. So there must be air, right?” Ben looked at him, all concern and honest eyes. Klaus blinked at him.

“Yeah see, it makes sense. I can see the gears in your head working. Just- just breathe with me. You think you can do that? Big deep breaths?” He grabbed Klaus’ wrist, placed his hand on his chest, and started breathing deeply.

Klaus stared at his chest, watched it rise and fall, and did his best to do the same. His breaths were shaky at first, stuttering in a way that reminded him, pleasantly, of Diego. He thought that Diego would be able to do this. And Ben was doing it. So he could do this. He shut his eyes tight and felt Ben’s chest rise and fall and matched his own breathing to it. His eyes staying shut until Ben’s hand squeezed his knee. Klaus opened his eyes.

“You did it. You’re okay.” Ben nodded, like it was a matter of fact. Klaus nodded back, thinking maybe he was right.

~***~

The voices were back. They always came first. First it was the voices, and then ghosts. But the voices always came first. They were screaming in his head, yelling at him for help, screaming his name over and over and over, like he should help, like he should know how. He didn’t know anything. Well, he knew one thing. He couldn’t breathe.

He tried to stay calm. Ben had shown him how. How to keep that pressure inside your chest from bursting out of you, how to keep it in check. Klaus closed his eyes and pushed the voices away. He breathed deeply, his hand on his own chest feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. The voices ebbed away. His breathing evened out. The pressure in his chest, on his lungs, floated away. His muscles relaxed, his body melting into his bed. The voices were gone. The dead were gone.

He opened his eyes and screamed. An old woman with blood in here eyes was hovering over his bed, the scream was quiet, not able to escaped past his teeth. He shoved his blankets off and was down the hall in seconds, his notepad left behind without a thought. He ran to Ben’s door, knocking as gently as he could with panic settling into his chest like a cat in a sunspot. The door swung open seconds later, Ben looked sleepy for maybe a second and then his eyes were wide, he beckoned Klaus inside and closed the door behind them.

“It’s happening again.” It wasn’t exactly a question but Klaus nodded anyway, his hand on his chest, still trying unconsciously to keep his breathing under control the way Ben had shown him. Ben placed his hand over Klaus’, and moved Klaus’ other hand to his own chest, connecting them completely.

“I’m here. Take your time.” His voice was soft, and comforting. Everything about him was that way. He was the most understanding person Klaus knew. Klaus himself didn’t understand how he’d managed to pull a personality like that out of the hat when they were all growing up under the same father. They’d all gotten, selfish traits, and cared a lot about themselves as much as they cared about helping people. Klaus didn’t understand that either. He just wanted to help most of the time. He just hadn’t quite figured out the best way to go about it. He had learned that making people laugh, even at his own expense, felt pretty okay. As long as they were smiling, that was all that mattered.

His breathing slowed as his mind raced, Ben smiled at him when he finally opened his eyes. The smile faded when Klaus startled backwards, his eyes glued to the door. Ben looked and saw nothing.

“Is it a ghost?” anyone else saying that to anyone else may have sounded mocking, but Ben sounded curious, and a little angry. Klaus nodded, Ben turned back to the door.

“Get out. You aren’t welcome here. Leave him alone!” Ben was nearly yelling by the end, his finger pointing at the door like he was telling off a bad child. To Klaus’ surprise it worked, the woman looked at them both for a moment and then faded away. Ben turned back to him, his angry features softening when they landed on Klaus.

“Is she gone?” Klaus nodded and sighed, any energy he’d had left in him, draining out of him. Ben rushed forward and caught him. Klaus’ knees almost buckled. Ben guided him to the bed and made him lay down. Ben crawled in beside him and covered them both. Klaus looked at Ben in the dark, he was sat up next to him, resting his back against his headboard.

“I’ll keep them away from you. Just get some sleep. You look exhausted.” He patted his brother’s shoulder and smiled down at him. Klaus snuggled down under the blanket, pressed his face into the pillow and closed his eyes. They snapped open seconds later, he reached out and grabbed Ben’s hand.

“What? Are you okay?” Ben sounded worried, Klaus smiled. He nodded, and squeezed Ben’s hand, hard. Hoping that he would understand. Ben looked at their hands, and then smiled at Klaus.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered, covering Klaus’ shoulder with the blanket again. Klaus’ fingers slipped away from Ben’s hand as he drifted to sleep, voices, ghosts, and panic, all held at bay by his watchful brother.

~***~

Week Five

“Are you still in here moping?”

Klaus doesn’t move, his head feels a little funny, he’s been laying with his head dropped over the edge of his bed for almost an hour. He was starting to wonder if he could pass out from all the blood rushing to his head like this.

“Hey. I’m talking to you.” Five’s head poked itself into Klaus’ line of vision. Klaus couldn’t see his hands but he could tell Five had them in his pockets, he always had his hands in his pockets when he showed up to be an ass. Klaus blinked up him and shrugged.

“You gonna stay like this all day?”

Shrug.

“All week?”

Shrug.

“All your life? Just sitting in here, moping.” Klaus saw his shoulders move and knew he’d crossed his arms. He popped the lid off his marker, scribbled on his pad, and held it up.

Maybe.

“I figured.” He bent lower, his face uncomfortably close to Klaus’. He looked at him for a long time. His eyes squinting a little.

“Come with me.” He poked Klaus’ forehead and then walked out of Klaus’ vision. Klaus sighed and moved a bit. He brought his head back onto his bed, it swam a little.

“Klaus. Let’s go.” He scrambled off his bed, his head swimming again as he stood and his blood rushed back into his body. He grabbed his notepad, scribbled on it, and followed after his brother. He tapped Five on the shoulder when he caught up with him.

Where are we going????

Five glanced at it and gave him a smile. Klaus rolled his eyes when he realized that’s all the explanation he was going to get. He huffed, but let Five lead him out of the house and down the street. He walked them to a diner, one they’ve walked by almost everyday of their lives, but never gone in. Five waved him in and then followed him. Klaus trailed behind him to a booth and threw himself into the seat across from him. Klaus sat sideways, his feet propped up on the booth next to him. He scribbled on his pad.

So? Now what?

Five ignored him.

He smiled at the waitress who walked up, she smiled down at them.

“What can I get for you fellas?” her voice was cheery, Klaus could tell it was mostly fake cheer, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to fake it that well if he had fake it all day every day.

“Two milkshakes please. He’ll take chocolate strawberry, and I’ll have a strawberry banana.” Five smiled again, Klaus was beginning to find it a little unnerving.

“Two milkshakes, comin right up. They’ll be out in a few, guys.” She smiled brightly and left to put the order in. Five looked at him. Klaus scribbled.

Milkshakes. That’s supposed to make me feel better?

Five stared at him. The waitress came back, all smiles, and sat their shakes in front of them. Five’s had two slices of banana in the whip crème, Klaus’ had strawberries, both were the eyes of two sad looking smiley faces. Klaus smiled up at her, Five thanked her, she nodded and walked off again. Five reached across the table and plucked the slices of strawberries off Klaus’ milkshake.

“Isn’t it?” Five looked at him. Klaus looked at Five, then looked at his milkshake, then back to Five. He scribbled.

Maybe.

Five smiled smugly when he held up his notepad. Klaus scowled at him and then took a long swig of his milkshake. The cold in his mouth making his head tingle again. He shook himself like a dog and sighed. Five gave him a knowing look.

Klaus scribbled and held up his pad.

Okay fine yes. It’s amazing.

Five laughed and then took a giant slurp of his own milkshake. They sat there, in silence, and drank. Five ordered two more and they drank those too, both of them looking out the window. Five pointing out weird things, and people, here and there, but never asking questions. Klaus was thankful for that. He knew his siblings were trying to help, keep him feeling included, but they’d been asking him questions constantly. And it was driving him crazy. He couldn’t write fast enough, and his paper wasn’t big enough, and his writing wasn’t funny enough, and he was going stir crazy in his own head. And somehow Five understood that. He’d only been saying things to Klaus that he could nod, or smile, or shrug, to answer. Klaus scribbled in his too small notepad and then tapped the table to get his brother’s attention.

Thank you.

Five looked at the paper for longer than it could have possibly taken to read it. His eyes moved to Klaus a few moments later, he smiled again, softly this time, genuine. Klaus smiled back and finished his milkshake. They sat in comfortable silence awhile longer, Five paid for their milkshakes, and they headed home.

They walked in silence the whole way there. Klaus not feeling like he should be filling the quiet, not like usual. They got the gate of their house, both of them pausing before opening it, like they always did, all of them. They sighed and shoved the gate open, walking back inside. Klaus felt his mind begin to itch again, but his shoulders were lighter, and his stomach was pleasantly full for the first time in weeks.

~***~

Week Six

He’s sitting on his bed, flipping through an educational beginner knitting guild when Allison bursts into his room, he startles, she doesn’t notice.

“How’s it hangin sunshine?” her voice is cheerful, Klaus squints at her, she looks at him expectantly. He sighs and grabs his notebook, the knitting guild tossed aside and forgotten.

Like a body at the gallows being eaten by vultures

“Dark.” She says, smiling and sitting next to him on the bed.

“You seem glum chum.” Her fake British accent making him smile. He shakes his head and laughs through his nose. She pats his knee.

“I have just the thing to cheer you up.” She’s still smiling. Klaus wonders if that hurts her face, smiling all the time like that. He cocks his head to the side and waits for her to keep talking. He never has to wait long.

“So I need a new outfit, and I thought you might want to come to the mall with me and try on clothes.” Her smile doesn’t fade, Klaus can feel his own eyes light up.

“And if you’re nice, and don’t push any children out of your way when they walk too slow, I’ll buy you an outfit too. Anything you want.” Klaus jumps off his bed and grabs her hand, pulling her up onto her feet.

“Yeah I thought that might get you moving. Let me get my bag and we can go.” She ran to her room, ran back out with her purse, and they both ran out the front door together.

Lucky for Klaus, the mall was almost empty, and it was the middle of the day on a weekday, so all the slow, grimy kids, were still in school. Meaning he didn’t have to push them out of the way, and that he would almost certainly be getting an outfit out of this trip.

Allison dragged him into a dress shop, both of them trying on dresses for almost an hour. The store clerk giving them dirty looks every time Klaus cat walked out of the dressing room. Allison brought him increasingly gaudy dresses to try on until they were both in a fit of giggles on the floor, Klaus struggling to breath a bit but not caring.

The next store was depressingly quiet. No music at all and the employees seemed dead on their feet.

“I wish we had some music.” Allison sighed as she held a top up to Klaus, her head tilting as she decided whether or not she thought it was a good look for him. She put it back and Klaus held up his notepad.

Movie montage?

She smiled that bright smile, her eyes shining.

“I know the perfect store for that. Come on.” She tossed the pants she’d been looking at back on the table, grabbed her brother’s hand, and pulled him out the door.

They walked hand in hand to a brightly lit shop, racks and racks of clothing zig zagged the floor inside, and music could be heard blaring from outside.

“Yeah?”

Klaus nodded and she pulled him inside, laughing a bit manically.

The music was perfect. Loud enough that they didn’t need to talk, so Klaus didn’t have to stop every second and write down an answer, but not too loud for him to hear the jokes Allison was telling. She found an outfit right away. The third or fourth one she tried. But she kept bringing Klaus more and more clothes, and trying more herself. They probably tried on at least a hundred things between them. Both of them dancing to the music as they showed off the clothes. The people working there were warm and welcoming, a few of the girls even suggesting things that would look flattering on Klaus’ tall and slim figure.

They brought them both several more outfits. All of them dancing along with the siblings, their fun must have been contagious. Klaus walked out in a flowery tank top and flowy skirt covered in cats wearing glasses, Allison gasped.

“That’s the one! Definitely!” She was laughing, but she was also being sincere. Klaus twirled around a few times, his hips swaying with the music, the shop girls all clapped and cheered. Klaus thought for a second he might be dreaming. But Allison pulling him into a hug brought him back to himself. She rubbed his back and then pulled away.

“Seriously though, is that the one you want?” She was smiling softer now, her cheeks not pushed so far up into her eyes. Klaus nodded.

“I think it’s a good choice. It’s very you.” She said, giggling and then shoving him gently back into the dressing room so he could get dressed.

Allison bought their things. Klaus tried to pay for part of it and she swatted him away. He shoved his wallet back into his pocket shyly. They were walking back out the way they’d come, walking past shops, Allison gossiping to him about the last few missions the others had gone on, Klaus was listening and window shopping as the passed all the shops. And that’s when he saw it. The coat. He literally stopped in his tracks. Allison’s voice calling his name brought him back to himself after a moment. He tapped the window and looked at her.

“You wanna go look at it?”

Klaus nodded enthusiastically and they went inside the shop.

Klaus needed the coat. It was black, had fur around the collar and looked like it was all black patchwork. His chest ached with how much he wanted it. He tried it on. It was too big. But he’d grow into it. He was holding it gently in his hands and then he looked at the price tag. His eyes bulged and he slid it back on the hanger sadly.

“How much is it?” Allison looked sad for him. She turned the tag to look at it, her eyes widened. Klaus held his notepad up after scribbling for a moment.

Way more than I have. Way more than you have. Way more than it should be. But look at it.

“It’s beautiful. And it, it looks like you. Like it should be yours.” She looked at the coat for a long time and then looked up at Klaus. He didn’t like the look in her eye. There was glint there, the glint that was always there before she did something she knew she shouldn’t.

“How much money do you have with you?”

Klaus stuck his hand in his pocket and counted, he held up his hands, fingers spread out wide, he opened and closed his hands once.

“Twenty bucks?”

He nodded.

“Okay. Come with me.” She grabbed the coat off the rack and walked up to counter, she set it down gently, the cashier smiled at her. The smiled faltered when he looked at the coat. Allison looked around, checking to see if anyone was close enough to hear them, there was no one else in the shop. Klaus thought it was probably because no one could afford anything in here. He wiped his hands on his jeans nervously.

The man behind the counter opened his mouth to say something, Allison cut him off.

“I heard a rumor,” she winked at Klaus, he held his breath.

“You wha-“

“I heard a rumor, that this coat is on sale for thirty dollars.”

Klaus watched the man’s world rewrite itself and then watched him smile brightly at them and nod. Allison grabbed Klaus’ money out his hand and threw ten of her own on the pile.

“You two picked a great day to come in. This is a steal.” He slid the coat into a bag and handed it over the counter to them.

“Oh I know. We got so lucky!” Allison sang as she laced her fingers with Klaus’ and pulled him out the door.

They practically ran out of the mall, laughing and screaming in that manic sort of way. Klaus was almost always living in that manic state, but he liked seeing Allison there too, she very rarely let loose and had fun these days. It was hard in their house, to have fun, to be who you truly are, Klaus understood. And he was grateful that he could always be one hundred percent himself when he was with Allison. Even if she did get grumpy at him sometimes for borrowing her clothes without asking.

They ran all the way to their street and then slowed down, walking leisurely, their bags swinging at their sides, arms linked together.

“Don’t tell dad I did that.” Her voice was quiet. Klaus looked at her, his brow furrowed, he shook his head. Her smile came back a little. He grabbed his notepad and scribbled.

I would never. Ever. Tell him.

She smiled, a little sadly. He scribbled some more.

My lips are sealed. Literally. They’re sealed. Get it?

He pointed to his mouth, then made little jazz hands and smiled dumbly. She laughed, loudly. The way he liked her laughing. Her laugh was contagious, her smile was too, but there was something about her laugh, the way it bubbled out of her, like she wasn’t expecting it but was delighted about it. Klaus laughed as much as he could with wires wrapped around his jaw. She looked at him for a long time, her hand coming to the side of his face, asking without asking if it still hurt. Klaus shrugged, held up his fingers and moved them close together. It hurt a little. But not as bad as before.

She moved her thumb over his jaw carefully, gently, and then pulled him into a hug. She pulled back without a word and linked their arms together again as they continued walking. Her fingers drumming out a little beat on his arm. He looked down at her and smiled, she looked happy. Her soft smile looked genuine. Not like the big fake one she’d been wearing when she’d come into his room.

They walked to the gates and stopped in front of them, pausing before going in. Klaus stood there next to his sister, looking up at their home that never really felt like home, and thought that maybe she’d needed a day out with him as much he’d needed a day out with her. And even if that wasn’t true. He was glad that she was there for him. And he found himself wishing, not for the first time in the last few weeks, that he could pull the wires out of his mouth so he could tell his sister just how much this day had meant to him.

~***~

Week Seven

He was in pain. His jaw ached. He tried massaging the pain out, but every time he touched his face pain shot through it like lightening. He was laying on the couch downstairs, in the room next to where Vanya was playing. The music was helping him ignore the pain a bit, but not enough. He crossed his arms over his chest and held himself tight, eyes squeezed shut, trying to shut out the pain. His eyes sprang open as he was pulled off the couch suddenly.

Luther was standing there grinning at him. Klaus did not grin back. He grabbed his notepad roughly, tearing a page, and scribbled. He held it up to for Luther to see, glaring at him.

Leave me alone.

“Aww come on Klaus, it’s almost time for the wires to come out. You can train a little with us.” Luther teased, he took a step toward Klaus, he backed up quickly, nearly falling over the couch. He scribbled more, glancing nervously at Luther while he wrote.

I am in pain. Please. Leave me alone.

Klaus shook the pad a little when he held it up, for emphasis. He could see in Luther’s eyes that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. His shoulders drooped as he looked at his brother, always ready to fight, to train.

“Klaus it’s been seven weeks, you should be practically healed. We all get hurt on missions sometimes. You know what dad says. Work through the pain.” Luther smiled at him, actually smiled, while reciting their father’s words back at Klaus. Luther took a step forward and Klaus turned and ran. His notebook slid across the floor, the page he’d torn fluttering slowly to the ground after it. Luther chased him. Klaus had known he would. He always did. But Klaus had never had the nerve to stare him down. He always ran. And Luther always chased him.

It took Luther maybe a minute to catch his brother. He had Klaus pinned to the couch so fast that Klaus felt dizzy. His jaw was throbbing. Tears in his eyes as Luther pressed him into the couch.

“Hey!”

Klaus’ whole body jumped at the yell. Luther looked over his shoulder. Klaus craned his neck to see who it was, but couldn’t see, he was pressed into the couch at a weird angle and could barely move.

“Can you read?” Klaus sighed when Diego’s voice finally registered in his aching head. Klaus saw Luther’s confused expression.

“What?”

“Can. You. Read?” Diego stomped closer, taking a step for every word he growled, shoving Klaus’ notebook in Luther’s face.

“Yeah…” Luther shrugged. Diego’s hand fell hard on Luther’s shoulder.

“Get off him.”

“I-“

“NOW!” Klaus flinched again, only because the shout hurt his head. Luther’s grip loosened, and Klaus took the opening. He surged upwards, shoving his brother off of him with all the energy he could muster. Luther stumbled backwards but didn’t fall. Klaus grabbed his notebook out of Diego’s hand and scribbled so hard the marker squeaked against the paper.

Leave me. THE FUCK. ALONE!!!

He ripped the page out and shoved it into Luther’s chest as he stormed past him out of the room. He felt someone following him, he glanced back, saw it was Diego, and kept walking. Diego walked him to his room, his hand falling on Klaus’ shoulder gently when they got there. Klaus turned to look at him, his cheeks feeling hot, embarrassed about the tears on his face. Everyone else was always braver than him. Diego was frowning. Or maybe he wasn’t, Klaus had trouble telling with him sometimes.

“You okay?” his voice was soft, Klaus smiled, Diego usually only talked that was when he was talking to mom. Klaus nodded, and grabbed his marker.

Thanks

Diego nodded, smiled awkwardly, and walked away. Klaus watched him duck into his own room and then closed his door. He flopped onto his bed and tried not to move, tried to keep as still as possible to get the throbbing in his head to stop.

~***~

The soft knock on his door woke him from his light sleep. He groaned and pushed himself out of bed. He opened the door slowly, his eyes narrowing when he saw Luther standing there.

“Hey. I’m sorry about earlier. I just, I get carried away. Are you- Does it still hurt?” Klaus had never seen Luther looking so shy before, not when talking to him at least. Klaus gave one nod. Luther grimaced.

“I’m sorry. But um, I thought maybe I could help?”

Klaus stared at him, Luther didn’t say anything. Klaus waited a few more seconds, sighed, and turned to get his notepad.

Help how?

“Oh! Um, well, I thought maybe you could come to my room and we could listen to a few records. Vanya said music might help. So I looked through my records and sorted out some of the softer ones. You don’t have to, I just thought-“

Klaus put his hand on Luther’s arm to stop him. Luther looked at him, he looked worried. Klaus smiled at him and nodded.

“Yeah? Really?” Luther’s face had brightened already. Klaus laughed out his nose and grabbed his marker.

Yes really. But if you make me nod anymore I’m gonna smack you.

Luther smiled at him, Klaus smiled back, and followed his brother down the hall.

Luther motioned for him to sit on the bed. Klaus sat down gently, looking up at all the model airplanes Luther had built and hung in his room. Klaus didn’t come in here much. He’d only been in here maybe a few times, he’d pop his head in from time to time to wake his brother for breakfast, or bring him down for dinner, but other than that, he didn’t spend much time here.

It was cozy, in a…boring, kind of way. He moved his attention to Luther, who was carefully moving the needle onto his record, and thought that his room suited him just fine. Boring in some areas, and maybe boring wasn’t the right word. Plain was probably better. Plain in some areas with bright spots of color under the surface. The bright spots in the room were his wall of records. His music taste was all over the map. But he always seemed to know the right song to play after a mission. The perfect song to make all of his sibling feel better. It was one of his unspoken talents, his music, and the way he used it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Klaus startled and shook his head gently, waving his hand dismissively at his brother. Luther made a face but took the dismissal and sat on the floor by Klaus feet. Klaus settled down on the bed, laying on his side, listening to the soft music filling the room. He watched his brother nod his head to the beat, and felt the pain in his jaw ebbing slowly away.

~***~

Week Eight

Someone…was doing his chores. For the past week he’d wake up, eat breakfast, nap before lunch, eat lunch, go to do his chores, and find them already done. A week, this had been happening, and he still hadn’t figured out who was doing it. At first, he’d thought maybe it was mom, but he’d followed her around all day, watching her do her chores, and nada, it definitely wasn’t her.

He’d tried following around a few of the others but he’d gotten bored, he’d actually fallen asleep a few times. But he was determined. He would sneak around this house all day if he had too. They’d just finished lunch, and usually he’d go upstairs, hang in his room for a bit until mom got the dishes cleaned, he didn’t like to be in the way. Today he stayed in the kitchen, helped her dry, and put them away. She smiled down at him, even kissed his forehead before going to do the laundry.

Klaus smiled proudly at himself and then heard the rustling upstairs, someone was in the bathroom, he was supposed to be in the bathroom. He was supposed to be cleaning it. He ran up the stairs carefully and burst through the door, no one was there. He looked around the bathroom, it was shining. He stared at the shower curtain for a moment, pretended he was leaving, and then turned back and lunged at the curtain, pulling it aside.

Nothing.

He threw his hands up. What the fuck was going on? He narrowed his eyes and listened closely to the sounds of the house around him. He’d gotten very good at listening to the others. Not in a creepy way, just, he had a habit of talking to himself when he was alone. That habit had been temporarily nipped in the bud, so he’d started focusing on the other sounds in the house.

He could hear Luther in his room, music playing quietly, Allison was dancing next door, her feet moving quickly and nimbly over the floor. Vanya was downstairs, playing a small melody over and over, learning a new song, or writing one. Five was out back jumping around the courtyard. Ben was reading on his bed, Klaus couldn’t hear that, he’d just seen him when he’d run down the hall. That just left... Diego.

Klaus closed his eyes and listened. He pictured himself walking through the house. Thinking about all the chores he’d normally be doing. The bathroom was already clean. He and mom had done the dishes. He heard a thud in one of the training rooms and his eyes shot open, he was supposed to organize the weapons they used for training. He ran back down stairs, slid across the kitchen, and burst into the training room. It was empty.

He stood there panting. Looking around the room for a place Diego might be hiding. He walked briskly to the tall weapons cabinet in the corner and pulled the door open. It was empty. Well, it wasn’t empty, it was full of weapons, just not Diego. He eyed the weapons; all the knives had been organized from smallest to biggest. Klaus rolled his eyes, Diego wasn’t even being subtle, how had he not figured this out sooner. Klaus sighed and set to listening again.

Vanya had moved to the study and was pulling books off the shelves, about to set to work on some of her painfully organized note taking no doubt. Klaus cringed at the thought, he’d watched her take notes one day, tried to do it himself. His paper had ended up covered in doodles. Doodles which he’d presented to Vanya as a gift, she’d laughed at him, but he knew for a fact she had those doodles pinned to her wall in her room. He smiled at the thought and then shook his head, he needed to focus.

His eyes snapped open as he remembered, the attic, he was supposed to “clean” it. Cleaning the attic just meant moving things around so it looked like there was more room. He sighed and headed back upstairs, not running this time. His jaw was beginning to ache again. He couldn’t wait to be able to open his mouth. Not even to talk. Just to move it. He pushed the attic door open to find Diego sat on the floor, looking though an old trunk. Klaus cleared his throat and Diego startled, turning to look at him, guilt all over his face. Klaus smiled at him and fished the marker out of his pocket.

You’ve been doing my chores

Diego shrugged and went back to the trunk.

“Maybe I have. So what?” he tossed the things in his hands back into the trunk and closed it, coughing a little at the cloud of dust that plumed there. Klaus knelt down next to him and scribbled some more.

Why? I can do my own chores… when I remember them

Diego snorted. He patted the trunk and motioned to Klaus, he helped his brother shove it into the corner.

“I know you can. I just didn’t want you to be…stressed. Your jaw was hurting last week.” He wiped his hands on his pants, dust prints staining the dark material. Klaus scribbled.

I only have one week left!!! You’re helping me NOW???

His eyes were wide as he looked at his brother, he was smiling, he was pretty sure he was anyway. His mouth had been going numb a lot lately. Diego looked a little sheepish. He grabbed a few things off the floor and walked them to the other side of the room.

“I just didn’t want you to be stressed. I was just trying to help. I w-won’t anymore if you don’t w-want me to.” He dropped the things he’d been holding, coughing again at the dust. Klaus sighed and watching his brother stare at the floor. He walked over and put his hand on Diego’s shoulder, the way Diego always did to him.

He tried to thank him without saying it. He was so tired of writing everything in his stupid notepad. He wanted to be able to talk to people again. He opened his lips so the sound could get out and did his best to say thank you. It didn’t really sound like words. It was hard to make things sound right when your jaw wouldn’t move at all. But he did his best. Diego smiled up at him and nodded. Klaus smiled at him and began helping him move things around the room.

They stayed up there until it was time for dinner, shoving things around the room, moving things from corner to corner. Klaus asked Diego to tell him about the last few missions they’d gone on. Diego did so, embellishing the stories in all the right places, making Klaus laugh when he pictured the scenes. They got the room looking pretty good, the floor was mostly clean, some of the dust seemed like a permanent fixture, refusing to leave no matter how many times they swept it up. They stood in the doorway looking at their job well done, and then raced each other down the stairs when Grace rang the dinner bell.

~***~

“I’ll take you.”

Klaus almost jumped out of his skin. He’d been waiting outside their father’s office for almost an hour. They were supposed to be going to the hospital to get Klaus’ wires taken out. He hadn’t heard anything from his father the entire time he’d been standing out there. He turned to see Diego standing there, looking a bit angry. Klaus furrowed his brow.

“I was there when they put them in, kind of. They had to have seen me when we brought you in. It should be fine. We’ll just tell them that our parents were working and couldn’t take off to bring you in. It’ll be fine. We can bring Allison if we need to.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. Klaus shook his head but walked to the door.

“Just us then?” Diego asked, following close behind him. Klaus nodded, Diego nodded back, pulled the door open, and followed Klaus out into the sunshine.

The doctor and nurses looked at them strangely at first, and then accepted their story and let Diego come in with Klaus. They were waiting for the doctor to come back with his tools. Klaus’ foot was bouncing where he was sat on the edge of a bed. Diego walked over and sat next to him, bumping his knee against Klaus’, the bouncing slowed a little.

“Are you nervous?” he glanced at Klaus.

Klaus swallowed hard and grabbed his marker.

I’m scared

“What are you scared of? They’re takin ‘em out.”

Klaus scribbled frantically.

But what if they don’t? what if something’s wrong and they have to rewire it and I have to stay like this forever?

He felt his chest getting heavy, like it had those few weeks ago, when Ben had helped him. Diego read his words quickly and frowned at him. It wasn’t a pity frown, it was the look he got when he wanted to help someone but didn’t quite know what to do. Footsteps outside the door made Klaus jump, Diego grabbed his hand and held it tight.

“Everything’s gonna be fine.” He whispered as the nurse opened the door, she held it open and the doctor followed her in, large silver tray in his hands. Diego gave his hand a squeeze and Klaus tried to stay calm.

Everything was fine of course. Klaus had panicked for nothing. The wires came out fine. A little painful, but Diego squeezed his hand really hard every time the doctor pulled so he wouldn’t focus on it. Klaus would never be able to tell him how grateful he was for that. The doctor was massaging his jaw, pressing his fingers here and there.

“Alright. I want you to open your mouth very slowly for me okay?” His voice had that lilt to it that doctors always used when they talked to children. Klaus nodded and did as he was told. His jaw popped twice as he opened it, Diego’s eyes widened, but Klaus sighed. The doctor smiled.

“Felt good huh? There was a lot of tension built up in there. It’ll probably pop like that for a few days. Maybe even a few weeks. Until it gets back to normal.” His hands were still on Klaus’ faces, feeling around his jaw as Klaus opened and closed his mouth slowly.

“You’re gonna want to start with soft foods. Work up to the food that requires a lot of chewing. But other than that, I think you’re all set kiddo.” He moved his hands away from Klaus and smiled. The nurse was smiling too. Klaus nodded, out of habit, he cleared his throat.

“Thank you.” His throat croaked the words, but he’d spoken. For the first time in eight weeks, he’d spoken. Diego gave his hand a gentle, final, squeeze and let go.

“You are very welcome. I’ll let Maria here walk you fella’s out. If anything feels weird or you have any questions just call the hospitals main number and ask for Dr. Roberts, hopefully I’ll be able to help you out.” He walked to the door, gave them a wave, a disappeared down the hall. Maria walked them to the front door, she wanted to make sure they didn’t get lost on the way out. As they walked through the maze of hallways, Klaus was glad for it, he’d never have been able to find his way out. Klaus and Diego waved over their shoulder at her and then started the walk home.

Klaus kept moving his jaw, opening it slowly and closing it again. It popped a few more times.

“That sounds so gross bro.” Diego said with a grimace. Klaus laughed. Actually laughed. Mouth open, head back, laughed. Diego rolled his eyes.

“God that felt good. It all feels good. It feels weird to talk though. After not doing it for so long. Does my voice sound the same? Does it sound deeper to you? Oh my god did I go through puberty while my mouth was wired shut? How fucking typical would that be.” He huffed and crossed his arms. Diego was staring at him.

“What? What are you staring at? Oh my god did my voice actually drop? Is that why you’re staring?” Diego snorted and shook his head. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground.

“It’s good to have you back.”

He glanced at Klaus, just for a second. They stopped in front of the gate, looking up at their house. Both of them pausing before going back in. Klaus looked at Diego and smiled the best mischievous smile he could muster.

“It’s good to be back.” He wiggled his eyebrows at his brother and they both raced into the house, Klaus announcing their return at the top of his lungs.

~***~

Present Day

“Eight glorious weeks of bliss.”

Diego didn’t sound particularly convincing. Klaus wondered if he remembered taking him to the hospital. Wondered if he remembered holding his hand cuz he was scared. Wondered if he remembered telling him he was glad he was back to his usual chatty self. But it didn’t really matter. Not anymore. Nothing did.

Klaus spots it through the window and perks up. He tells Diego to let him out. And he does. He calls after him though, trying to make sure he’s okay. Klaus doesn’t answer. He needs something stronger than the vodka in his bottle. Something smoother. He doesn’t hear Diego pull away, but he blames that on the alcohol fogging his brain. He shoves the door to the bar open and walks into the gloom.

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