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xbarrjallenx · 2 years

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Dancing At A Funeral

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral!Reader Summary: (Y/N) reminisced some of their memories with Ben during his funeral. Requested: Yes / No Word count: 2.592 Posted: 23.06.2022 Warning(s): Ben’s death, fluff, grief, mentions of blood, season two spoilers, unedited imagine Song inspiration: Good Grief - Bastille A/N: I wrote this imagine way back in 2020, after finishing Season 2, so it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and just posting it to celebrate Season 3. Yay! It’s too long, I know, but I hope you still like it. Also, should I keep this with Vanya or should I change to Viktor now? The happening dates back to Season 1, so I am not sure. Feedbacks are always appreciated, because my writing is very rusty. Help your girl to improve, please! Also, English is not my first language, so mistakes can be found. I’m sorry and thank you! - G. x Take note: (Y/N) and the Hargreeves siblings were twenty-one years old during the funeral.

It was one gloomy afternoon for six loving young adults: five of them were his extraordinary siblings and the remaining one was you, his beloved best friend.

The group was still shaken up for the heartbreaking news, but all of you managed to suppress the overflowing emotions by putting up your best poker face whilst you formed two neat semi-circles on both sides of his snow-covered casket.

“Why don’t you ever talk to your siblings about your feelings? Look at you right now: messy and all over the place.” You questioned while you pulled him in a gentle and comforting embrace.

“Emotions aren’t welcomed nor appreciated in the Hargreeves’ household, (Y/N). We’re all messed up, my siblings are just stronger than me.” He calmly informed you, lingering the warmth and comfort that your body emitted.

Ben Hargreeves - the sweetest and the most caring person that you have ever met in your life. He was loyal and understanding, an extraordinary person, abilities and character-wise.

“(Y/N), is everything all right?” Vanya derailed your train of thoughts, noticing how fixated your eyes were on your best friend’s picture - he seemed so happy and light-hearted.

“Yes. Thank you, Vanya!” You forcefully smiled, glancing at her with your slightly watery eyes. You were glad that she was still concerned about you, even though you barely saw her when Ben was still alive.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings gave you a solace stare soon after, silently letting you know that they had your back at all times. It was a cold and snowy day, but their kindness and sympathy were enough to warm your body and your miserable heart.

“Kudos to you for staying strong, (Y/N)!” Klaus proudly exclaimed, slightly making you smile for his kind remarks.

Klaus. Klaus was the most supportive Hargreeves ever. He was the contrary of Ben, who was introvert, silent and shy. Klaus was rather extrovert, dorky and talkative. In fact, when the former wasn’t in the mood of talking, he was more of a listener, the latter was your companion on sputtering nonsense.

You were very grateful of them, Ben and Klaus were surely the reason that you have met each other, that you have become friends.

“Hey, dear!” A boy about your age startled you as he approached you whilst you bit on you calorie bomb pastry. “I’m so sorry to scare you, but I want to inform you that you have a stalker over there.” He pointed a booth with six twelve year olds, wearing immaculate and familiar uniforms: The Umbrella Academy.

They were famous. Well, the daily news were always full of them, so it was impossible to not acknowledge them.

“Excuse me?” You confusedly corrugated your forehead as you put your dessert back on its plate. “Aren’t you part of that group?”

He hummed and nodded. “Yes, but do you see that little kid there: shiny jet black hair, cute almond eyes, so handsome?” He moved his hands as he sincerely described the boy. “He’s my brother and he’s been admiring you since we came in.”

“That’s creepy, but he’s cute.” You chuckled as you waved your hands towards the children’s direction and the concerned boy covered his face with his both hands out of embarrassment, watching you and his brother through his fingers.

That moment was the beginning of your friendship with the Hargreeves siblings and, as they snuck out of their house almost every night to meet you at Griddy’s Doughnuts, you slowly learnt everything about them: from how their superpowers functioned to how dysfunctional their family was.

Although you got along very well with all of them, it was needless to say that your relationship with Ben, Klaus and Vanya were stronger. They were the most vulnerable ones in the Academy and they were never afraid to open up to you.

The friendship was amazing and it quickly grew, but, as the years went by, you also started falling apart - less siblings came to your daily meet ups, until Ben and Klaus were the only ones left. It didn’t mean that you hated the other siblings, though, you were still very fond of them, you were just not as close as before.

“Your bed is so soft!” Klaus exhaustedly commented as he messily plopped himself on your bed. The three of you decided to change your location since the pastries at Griddy’s Doughnuts started making you feel nauseous. You surely have tasted everything in that diner!

“Bookworm!” Ben shrieked at the sight of your huge book collection - it was his comfort object, mostly after using his powers during a mission.

Your friendship was not rocket science at all: they found their comfort person and they were grateful to have you. You were their only best friend and they perfectly knew that they could count on you, and vice versa. They were your safe haven, the ones who kept you safe and warm, and you were their pole star, the one who guided them when they were feeling lost or overwhelmed of their powers and Dad’s rules.

The two teenagers enjoyed visiting you almost every night, sometimes both of them would knock on your window, most times it would just be Ben, but never only Klaus, until one day, that very specific day.

“(Y/N)!” A trembling Klaus entered your window, despair and sorrow behind his voice. “(Y/N)!”

He was shaken up and felt uneasy. You were almost sure that something bad has happened in the Academy. “Klaus, breathe. Settle down and we’ll talk about it.”

You gave him your water bottle, letting him catch his breath. “(Y/N).”

“Klaus, take your time.” You gently announced, calming him down as you rubbed his back. What could have possibly happened? Nothing really bad, you hoped.

You both remained in silence for a little while - Klaus defeated his breathlessness and you watched him as he halted his emotions from spilling.

“Are you ready?” You carefully asked, getting the empty water bottle from Klaus’ hand. He just nodded in response. “All right, slowly and calmly.”

He started trembling once again and you continued rubbing his back, letting him know that he was not alone. He hardly swallowed as he gathered his courage to tell you everything.

You started panicking by seeing his actions, but you were the fortress between the two of you, you couldn’t break nor fall. Not right now.

“Something in the mission went wrong,” He sadly started, staring straightly in your eyes. “and Ben is gone.”

A big lump in your throat suddenly formed and it was very hard to swallow. Your shoulders fell down like teardrops, salted water started streaming down your face and your world fell apart.

Your hand and knees started to shake, not knowing how to take the news in. “It’s not a good joke, Klaus. You are lying!” You blurted out, eyes started to sting badly.

Ben meant so much to you and he perfectly knew it. He couldn’t just come over and joke about Ben’s life, it was illegal.

“(Y/N), honey.” Klaus engulfed you in a comforting hug, calming you down as you started to messily sob against the crook of his neck. You were hurt and your chest was so tight, heart breaking in small smithereens - he was now the one who needed to stay strong, for the both of you. “Yes, I know, I know. Just let it out, don’t be afraid.”

Well, so much for being the fortress. You felt that you weren’t strong, not at all - the enemy has attacked you one time and you quickly fell, you quickly broke. Ben and Klaus were the ones who gave you strength, but one of them brought all of it with him, in his grave.

“(Y/N),” A deep voice quickly shooed your thoughts away: Sir Reginald Hargreeves. “would you like to say a few words?”

You were so busy in reminiscing that you didn’t notice Reginald, Grace and Pogo arriving. Those memories with Ben made you happy, but a huge horde of sadness washed you away once the old man brought you back to reality: Ben was still dead.

Reginald Hargreeves never liked you and it was strange that he didn’t throw a fit as soon as he saw you in one of his kids’ funeral - perhaps it was out of respect for Ben. He has always reputed you as a bad influence to his children, mostly to Ben, but the teenagers stood up for you uncountable times, breaking the rules just to see you and Ben happy and smiling.

“No, Sir Hargreeves. Thank you!” Your voice broke in the middle of the short sentence and the siblings hastily gave you a comforting look, nonetheless their distressed faces. They hated seeing you suffer, just as much as you all hated Reginald and that meant a really lot.

The old man nodded in response and, as soon as he started walking back inside his mansion, Grace and Pogo following soon after, the sobbing of the Academy members intensified, pouring their hearts out whilst tears uncontrollably streamed down their faces.

“It’s nobody’s fault!” Vanya strongly pointed out, trying to make her siblings feel better after the eulogy that you have just missed.

“How would you know, Vanya? You weren’t even on the mission.” Diego sputtered and your heart ached at Vanya’s failed attempt of consoling her siblings.

Vanya softly gasped, tightly holding her black umbrella before leaving the courtyard. She must have felt left out, again.

“Nice going, asshole!” Luther fiercely spat, defending Vanya - a thing that Ben usually did.

You faced the remaining siblings and they started arguing between them again, sending you back to remembering your memories of Ben, of how he would run to your house to avoid his siblings’ futile fight.

“Hey, can I stay for a little while with you?” He shyly asked, hoping you wouldn’t turn his request down.

“Are your siblings fighting again?” You empathically questioned him, putting down the book that you were reading on your desk.

“Unfortunately.” His shoulders dropped down, sadly looking in your eyes. It hurt him to see his siblings argue over everything.

You smiled at him and put a vinyl record on your player, Stand By Me, sung by Ben E. King, starting. “I dedicate this song to you, Benerino!”

He quickly smiled and hummed to the song, both of you proudly singing when the chorus would come.

“Thank you.” He quietly murmured in your ear after you pulled him into a heartwarming hug.

You missed him. You missed him so damn much.

“(Y/N),” Klaus softly called you, thread of thoughts cut once again. “shall we dance?”

You raised an eyebrow and the waterworks turned on once again: Vanya was playing Stand By Me with her violin and Klaus remembered how Ben would ask you to dance whenever his favourite song played.

“Gladly!” You grabbed Klaus’ hand, letting go of your umbrella, snow flakes quickly resting on your head and shoulders.

You and Klaus slowly danced around Ben’s coffin. It seemed like you two were celebrating that the Horror was gone, but you were just cherishing the memories you shared with his beloved brother.

“Dad’s not around anymore, you can let your tears fall freely.” Klaus reminded you, knowing how much you were trying to contain your emotions.

“I just miss him, Klaus,” You truthfully admitted. “I miss him so much.”

Klaus’ glance shifted from you to something behind you, but he still listened to your confession. “I am sure that he misses you, too.”

When the song finished, you asked the boy to leave you for a little while, wanting to talk to the unanimated Ben for a few minutes. He gladly respected you decision and he went towards the gazebo, eyes fixated on you, or maybe on the empty spot next to you. Your eyes were blurry because of the tears, so you couldn’t really figure it out.

“Hey, Benerino!” You sweetly chuckled as you caressed the photo on his casket, snow slowly melting because of your hand’s warmth. “You’re gone too soon, but I hope you feel better wherever you are right now, albeit I still think that it’s just unfair. What’s going to be left of the world, if you’re not in it, huh?”

The thought of not growing old with him destroyed you. You were perfect for each other, you had loads of amazing things with him, and you wished you had Klaus’ powers to conjure Ben up. You wanted to see him again.

“You’ll be now missing from the photographs in the mansion. You gave me another reason to stop coming in this hellhole.” You softly laughed.

God, how much you missed hearing his laugh after your horrible jokes and puns.

“I’ve always told you to take care, Hargreeves.” You frowned. “We’d be on my bed right now, laughing and cuddling to battle the cold whilst Klaus intoxicated us with his messily rolled joint.”

You hated it when Klaus was drugged, but it was the anaesthesia to his awful life.

“Ben, I am so sorry if I never had the courage to tell you this, but I love you so much. I love you more than anything in my life and it just hurts because you would never know anything about it and I would never know what you think about it.” You messily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)!” A Ben Hargreeves covered in dried blood approached you as soon as he entered your window. Your eyes nearly popped out of their orbit at the sight of him and you rushed towards his direction, wanting to engulf him in a huge bear-hug. “Don’t!”

You feigned offence and raised an eyebrow. “All right, but, at least, tell me that none of it is yours.”

He quietly chuckled, softly shaking his head. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“Well, thank goodness!” You sighed in relief. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He refused at first, but he caved in soon after. He came up to the terms that he couldn’t hug you if he was covered in blood and vice versa.

“You know, I’m the one with superpowers here, but you are way more powerful than me.” He confessed as you both plopped yourselves on your bed.

“How could you even say that, dummy?” You wondered, looking at his perfect face.

His face turned serious. “You perfectly know how I feel about myself after a mission, after killing people,” Absolutely! He would be disgusted to the point of despising his powers and existence. “but just with the sight of your gleeful smile, I already feel better and stronger.”

Ben was able to make you smile widely, thinking that he was very sweet to say those words. Little did you know he has just professed the feelings he had for you.

“Thank you so much for these nine years of friendship, Ben.” You shortly nodded. “You have been an awesome best friend.”

As soon as you finished, you called Klaus. He was looking on the spot next to you and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Are you fine, Klaus?” You gently checked on the Séance, worrying about his sanity. “Are ghosts bothering you again?”

“Please don’t forget him.” He blurted out, ignoring your questions. Was Ben around you? Did he conjure him?

You shook your head to stop yourself from being delusional and answered Klaus. “How can I forget him? Every minute and every hour, I miss him, I miss him more.”

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mangoshorthand · 2 years

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Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 1 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates) Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

In this first chapter of Part 2...it's pretty much just sex and scene setting. Spanking and daddies and edging, oh my!

(Lots of) smut below: proceed at your own risk

Chapter One: The Alarm Clock

You've settled into Academy domesticity well. It was strange to go from living alone in a tiny apartment to a huge, four storey family compound, yet you find yourself at home. Sure, it can be a little crazy living with four to eight other people at any given time, (including a capricious seven-year-old), but it’s more than worth it.

Yourself, Five and Diego’s little family are the only permanent residents, with the others coming and going on a more ad-hoc basis. Viktor, an incredibly talented violinist, mainly sleeps in his apartment near the concert hall, while Luther and Sloane have a base in the city. Klaus, much to Five’s annoyance, has taken over the largest training room as his studio. He produces strange, avant-garde pieces at irregular intervals and often leaves brightly coloured footprints in the courtyard. None of you are entirely sure where he’s sleeping.

Throwing some peppercorns into the dry pan toasting the rest of your whole spices, you rotate your hips to Tina Turner’s Private Dancer, playing over the sound system. Raising the wooden spoon to use as an imaginary microphone, you lip sync the chorus, emoting dramatically. As Tina builds towards the key-change, you can’t even let out your strangled yell as your neck is jerked abruptly backwards; the sound only coming when you’re pinned to an attacker behind you. His forearm flexes, applying pressure to your throat.

“And with that, you’re dead.”

He releases you.

“Fuck you, Five!” You raise a hand to your throat, massaging away the little lingering pain.

“If you’re going to be attacked, it will be when you least expect it- when you’re most relaxed. Whoever tries to hurt you isn’t going to give you the courtesy of fighting fair.”

“Shithead.” You shake the spice-pan a little too violently, the spices giving off their aroma as they toast. Still behind you, Five kisses your neck and puts his hands on the swell of your hips.

“I’m sorry dear one,” he rubs you a little, easing your tension with practiced hands. “you’ve been doing well sparring but your reflexes are still sup-par.”

“But I’m cooking.”

“Well we’ll have to hope someone who wants you dead will give you a second to turn the burner off and square up.” You breathe out hard through your nose.

“So I’m supposed to spend my entire life on a hair-trigger, just waiting to be murdered?”

“If you want to stay safe, yeah.”

“That’s no way to live.”

“You get used it.” he mumbles, laying his chin on your shoulder, “Smells good.”

“Hm.” You break away from him, removing the pan from the heat and readying the spice grinder. You’re unable to shake annoyance.

Hands back in his jacket pockets, Five crosses the kitchen to his newly-installed wine fridge. The one with temperature-controlled zones that you’d teased him about so mercilessly. Bending from the waist, he runs his eyes over the white wines he has lined up. He’s less experienced with white than red wines, (the former having not fared as well in long-storage during the apocalypse), but now he’s happily making up for lost time.

He straightens up with a Chenin Blanc and pours you both a generous glass.

“Salud”, he says, handing you your glass and holding up his own. You clink with good grace but don’t verbally return his good wishes, “want me to chop those onions?”

Though still not completely happy with Five, you begin to relax again after half a glass of wine and some more music. The meal starts to come together, perhaps slightly more slowly than if you were alone. Five’s particularly pedantic about measurements, so you find yourself waiting by the pot as he makes sure he has precisely the right amount of tomato. When the sauce starts to simmer, you’re able to focus on finishing your wine. It's another excellent pick by Five, you have to admit.

Standing at the sound system, he changes the song. The sultry tones of I Can’t Stop Loving You fade into being; Ray Charles is his usual, bluesy-voiced self. You feel a smile form in spite of yourself. You know what he’s doing, so you don’t give him the satisfaction of turning round.

Clearly deciding that he needs to escalate his attack, Five approaches. Again, he presses his chest against your back and glides his long fingers around your hips, coming to rest on your stomach. He sways to the music, bringing your body in time with his. To show him that he’s not getting around you this easily, you ignore him and give the sauce a stir. This causes him to pull out his trump card; still swaying, his mouth against your ear, he pours his honey-baritone into your ear.

“Though long ago, they still make me blue…”

“That’s not fair”, you say, finally. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice as he replies.

“You know I fight dirty.”

He continues to sway your body with his, lightly kissing your ear and neck during the instrumentations and singing to you quietly. You had never considered yourself the sentimental sort before meeting him, but his old-fashioned sense of romance was simply irresistible. You close your eyes and lay your head back onto his chest

After a pleasant meal together, the dishes all done, you head to bed. On the way up to the entrance hall, Five stops to kiss you on the basement stairs, leaning you up against the wall. You deepen the kiss, running your hands beneath his jacket and around his waistcoated body. When you feel him start to respond, you rapidly jerk your knee upwards and into his crotch. It’s not a hard blow; had it not taken him by surprise, he would have been able to parry or ignore it but, as it is, he doubles over, letting out a little ‘ah!’ of pain.

“I’m sorry Five,” you say, “but if someone’s going to knee you in the balls then it’ll be when you least expect it, when you’re most relaxed.”

“You-”

But you run away from him laughing. He pursues you almost immediately, training and fortitude overcoming pain. You outpace him, barely, but then he blinks directly in front of you as you turn into the entrance hall. Still laughing madly, you dodge him effectively as he makes to grab you.

“Nicely done!” he remarks, starting to laugh too as he tears after you again, “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill you.”

“Whatever!” you shout as you make for the stairwell, leaping steps three at a time. Before you reach the second floor, you hear him blink again but he doesn’t seem to reappear. You slow your steps, needing to be both alert and quiet, (the latter because of the sleeping child on the second floor). You make your way stealthily up the rest of the stairs towards the attic, ready for him to ambush you again.

He does so just as you’re about to place your hand on the bedroom door. Grabbing you again from behind. He blinks you both into the bedroom.

“Got you.”

Dragging you roughly towards the bed, he shoves you onto it, his eyes dark with sadistic mischief. You intend to spring up, but before you can he pins your arms above your head with one hand and weighs your torso down with his upper body.

“You’re gonna get it now,” he smiles threateningly, but you just give him a sassy look. Clearly not getting the contrition he’d hoped for, he uses his free hand to unbutton your jeans. Then, in one movement, he uses the waistband to pull you over onto your side, your arms twisting above your head. He pulls your jeans and panties down in one.

Without giving you a chance to prepare for what’s coming, he slaps your left asscheek hard, making you squeal in pain. He doesn’t wait for the pain to bloom outwards before bringing his hand down again, right in the same spot with the same intensity. As you let out another yelp of pain, he rapidly removes his tie and secures your arms, wrists down, to the bedframe, trying the knots tight.

He stands up, the imprint of his erection clear against his trousers. For a moment, his burning eyes catch yours. It’s a moment of confirmation. Sure, you can stop this at any time, but until then he’s going to really make you pay. He crosses to the wardrobe and extracts one of your scarves. This, he uses to gag you. Like his tie, he knots it tight. The material bites hard into your mouth, effectively stopping any sound escaping. Now he can really let loose. You feel your pussy get wet with anticipation and the heat radiating outwards from his last blows.

Roughly, he puts the small bedside alarm clock into your hand.

“Throw or drop this when you need to bitch out on me.”

You nod, letting him know you understand. The use of the word ‘when’ rather than ‘if’ is as arousing as it is unsettling.

He walks down to the foot of the bed and pulls your jeans and panties down to your ankles before flipping you over onto your front. At least your arms are less twisted now. You grip the alarm clock in your left hand, its corners digging into your palm.

“I want you face down, ass up,” you shuffle into position, letting your asscheeks spread wide and your face press into the pillow. You can hear the floorboards creek as he walks around the bed. You’re unable to see him but it’s hard to not imagine him, arms folded and thick brows raised as he inspects the sight in front of him.

“It’s going to hurt for you to sit down tomorrow,” he sounds almost regretful, as if he’s already administered the full punishment, “a shame.”

Waiting is the worst part. It feels like every hair stands erect. Your heart flutters. Suddenly, the usually cosy attic room feels drafty, a cold breeze tingling your skin. You feel him move as if to strike… but he stills his hand before it makes contact. He chuckles at your instinctive flinch and then very gently runs his finger along the line where your labia meet. You shudder, but before you can register the tingle of pleasure, he slaps your ass with a whip-like crack and an answering sting.

He focuses all his efforts on your left ass cheek, switching between front and back handed slaps, putting no small part of his considerable strength into every blow.

“You. Bad. Little. Fucking. Bitch”

You scream into your gag, tears of pain coming into your eyes. He doesn’t let up, sometimes making little grunts of effort as he spanks you. The smack upon smack is almost unbearable even as your pussy becomes unbearably wet and the intensity of your arousal becomes itself a little painful. He stops hitting you. When he leans down to look you straight in the eye, his hands are back in his jacket pockets.

“Have I made my point yet?”

You grip the alarm clock even tighter, white hot pain blooming through your ass. You like the idea that you’re giving him more trouble than he anticipated. Something about hearing him grunt as he whales on you is hot in its own right. He eyes the alarm clock.

With a rueful sigh, he returns to your ass, this time painting your right cheek red. He brings his palm down so hard that your body lurches from side to side. He’s starting to breathe hard now with the effort. Even as tears roll down your face, you concentrate all your effort on not giving in. One thing combat training with Five had taught you was endurance.

When he seems to feel satisfied with the color, he rubs a hand on each cheek, none too gently. He pulls them as wide apart as they will go before crushing them harshly together. You cry out a little as the already flayed flesh aches.

He reappears beside you, jacket off and fingers steepled together in front of his chest.

“You had enough?”

You look back insolently, shaking your hands within your bonds to show the still-gripped clock. He laughs.

“Wow. I got a feeling you might regret saying that.”

He unties your hands from the bed and flips you onto your back again. Your ass throbs as it makes contact with the mattress. After tying your hands securely above your head again, he reaches into the beside cabinet and grabs a more recent addition to his small collection of sex toys; it’s a little G-spot vibrator he bought with you in mind. He sits between your legs, forcing them wide with one hand and the weight of his body.

He turns it on and applies it to your clit. Already aroused, the sudden vibration sends electricity down all your limbs. He lets the vibe do most of the work, sometimes swirling it delicately, like he’s adding fine detail to an oil painting. He watches you moan against your gag, his face taking on that scholarly air that sometimes comes upon him while he pleasures you. Like you’re a tricky equation that needs to be squared.

You twist a little, the direct contact slightly too intense. He pushes down on you harder, pinning you to the bed. Your legs are fully spread for him; and you’re unable to do damn thing about it. As your orgasm builds slightly painfully, you feel your pussy throb and wetness pool as you get nearer and nearer to the crisis. You feel your thighs tremble beneath him and you call out just as you reach the precipice…

And then he removes the vibrator.

“Oh, did you want to come?”

He turns the vibe down to its lowest setting and reapplies it to your clit. You sob slightly at the not-enough pleasure of it. You try your best to wriggle down onto it, to press it more firmly into you, but he has you held fast. You can feel your juices dripping down on to the bed, your whole pussy aflame with denied release.

He wiggles the vibe, causing you to feel a tiny, too small spasm. He laughs at the desperation in your eyes and the pained ‘Mm-m’ that forces its way through your gag.

“So we’re already struggling, huh?”

He turns up the power a tiny amount. It’s enough to pull an intense, wavering whine from you, but not to get you there. You tense up, the base of your spine lifting from the bed. Sensing your discomfort rising, he wiggles the toy. You feel as if you’re about to explode, cry or both. You try to move again, wailing with frustrated arousal. You want to press yourself harder onto the vibrator or else relieve your thrumming clit by getting away, but he doesn’t let you. You sob shakily and throw the alarm clock onto the floor.

“There we go.”

He turns the vibrator up, it’s agonising pleasure. Your overstimulated clit burns as you scream and cry through your orgasm. He lets up on your body slightly, allowing you some room to thrash against your bonds. After the final surges subside, he removes the vibe and leaves you to tremble and pant on the bed.

He removes the scarf from your mouth.

“All ok?”

In response to your weak confirmation, he kisses you briefly and then stands, undressing himself as he looks down at you.

“I'd say you look suitably sorry.”

You neither confirm nor deny, looking up at him as he strips off his last clothing and finally strokes himself a little. He looks achingly hard. Again, he unties you from the bedframe, leaving your hands still tied behind you. He takes a second to cup and stroke each breast, running the tip of each finger over your nipples before instructing you to retake your head down, ass up position. Once you’re there, he kneels between your legs and rubs himself between your folds, breath hitching a little as he enjoys the warm wetness on the head of his dick.

He doesn’t waste time, pushing himself into you and filling you pleasantly. You breathe out shakily. There’s something about being on his dick that makes you feel like it’s where you were born to be. After giving you a second to adjust to the fullness, he begins to fuck you like this, snapping his pelvis rhythmically towards his hands clasped around your hips. Your sore ass protests a little at the repeated pressure.

As he speeds up, he grabs the loose end of his tie and pulls your hands up and backwards. Your head lifts off the pillow, your arms stretching behind you. The slight discomfort is even more of a turn on, and this new position clearly does something for him too. He groans and speeds his thrusts, becoming more erratic the longer he goes.

“Oh fuck,” you drawl. His dick rubs your g-spot rhythmically, making up for the ache in your asscheeks as his body slams into them.

After he comes and his deep-throated grunts subside, he circles his hips slightly, deep inside you, making the most of his receding pleasure. After pulling out of you, he bends to kiss each of your asscheeks and unties you. You relax your stiff body, laying face down on the bed.

“Ok?”

“Yeah,” you pant, “It’s sore.”

Blinking to and from the medical room in his bathrobe, he returns with a large ice pack: one of the many supplies kept to patch up the members of Reginald’s child militia. What would he think if he knew the use to which Number Five was putting it now?

He lies beside you and holds the cold pad to your buttocks.

"Does that feel better?"

You nod.

"My beautiful girl." he whispers, his voice soft. He kisses just above your lip, "I love you, my angel. Anything you need, just tell me."

He soothes you with more endearments, kisses and embraces, his arms warm and his voice low. He's loving, attentive and tireless in this. When the swelling has subsided, you slip between the bedsheets together. Tag list: (please comment to be added or removed.) @dilfjohhny , @sunsunhe, @w4stedtr4sh,@nevbrooke-555

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hello guys! i'm going to post this starter call and also a plot call for the event. feel free to ask the starters that you like or just like to plot, for the starter call, there is no cap. i'm going to put under this read more who is there willingly and who is there not and also the ones that are open for death has an asterisk so you can see <3

willingly went in:

alice cullen

edward cullen (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore) kaiden (monster: werewolf)carlisle cullen (monster: masked murderer wearing the Ghostface mask)laurent da revin (monster: minotaur) kate denali (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark.)

*anna of arendelle

*betty cooper

*beverly marsh

*buffy summer

*caitlin snow

*caroline forbes

enzo st. john (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress)

claudia

emma swan

patia por´co (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) killian jones (monster: giant spiders)

*hermione granger

hagrid (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress) harvey hufflepuff (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around) james potter (monster: a hoard of geese)

*hope mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson (monster: living scarecrow) klaus mikaelson (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.) josie saltzman (monster: skeletons)

*isabelle lightwood

max lightwood (monster: ghosts) leia organa (monster: skeletons)

jill roberts

tatum riley (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.) stu macher (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.)

kara danvers

lexie grey (characters are greeted by two beings the size of children but with pumpkins for heads arrive with a cart, gesturing for characters to get in) alex danvers (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

katara

korra (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud.)

lila pitts

diego hargreeves (monster: a swarm of bats)

*lissa dragomir

isaac lahey (monster: ghosts)

*nancy wheeler

rapunzel corona

*samanha carpenter

kirby reed (monster: gelatinous cube) billy loomis (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) feng xing (monster: stormtroopers)

sara lance

sheila hammond

kevin snipe (monster: minotaur)bloo regard (monster: a rat with a gun)marco del rossi (monster: murderous clown)

usagi tsukino

madoka kaname (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them.)

wednesday addams

dragged in:

*annabeth chase

*annie cresta

*bianca di angelo

bree tanner

choi nam ra

*daenerys targaryen

drogon (monster: dementors) aelin (the husks of corn emit a poisonous gas, making characters weaker the longer they breath it in)

daphne bridgerton

eloise bridgerton (monster: a rat with a gun) edmun bridgerton (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

*effy stonem

*elizabeth midford

*hanna marin

heidi volturi

yoon chi woo (monster: a hoard of geese) victoria sutherland (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

intouch chatpokin

*jane

*jean grey

jessica riley

malia tate

peter hale (the area exists as a zone of truth, making characters incapable of lying. characters are aware of this when they enter the space)

*manaow

team siriyothin (characters reach a dead end, full of pollen spores, which when inhaled make characters feel drunk for the next hour)

*mary stuart

lola fleming narcisse (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud)

*melinda halliwell

piper halliwell (monster: living scarecrow)

myrcella baratheon

*narcissa black

rabastan lestrange (monster: skeletons) lily evans (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

*rhaena targaryen

lucerys valeryon (monster: a rat with a gun)

sharon carter

daisy johnson (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them) peggy carter (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.)

*victoire weasley

fred weasley (monster: minotaur) fleur delacour (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark) teddy lupin (monster: dementors)

win wanichakarnjonkul

*yelena belova

#hw; starter call #hwevent16 #hw; plot call

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Ded & Gonne

Chapter 3: Klaus and Benny sittin in a tree, but strictly fraternaturally

Gen: An Umbrella Academy Spin-Off featuring Klaus Hargreeves and the Bens. A gen fic set in a canonical s3 post-universe universe. Yes, Klaus and Ben’s powers have returned. All will be revealed. But not in this chapter.

TWs: Profanity, bantering in mock fury, flirting with your not-brother by annoying the shit out of him, and Mean Ben. I don’t know, are you triggered by Mean Ben? Smug smugness?

But the most important question is: Why does Mean Ben call Klaus each and every day? Why is that?

Here’s a sneaky little snip:

It’s been 6 months and 2 days and Klaus is bored bored bored. And then customers come in and make it even worse. Cuz then he’s bored, polite, and not smoking while they’re inside. But it’s his dream life and he’s stuck living it.

Read the full chapter on ao3

Start: Ch 1 | Prev: Ch 2 | Next: Ch 4

Chapter 3: Strictly Fraternaturally

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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 6 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author's note: Another chapter. Events of Episode 1x05 Number Five. A reminder I am not of Latin heritage and I haven't taken a Spanish course since 2008. So please forgive that aspect. I'm not trying to disrespect anyone, but it was requested. I don't focus on that aspect of the original request often, but I do remember it is there. Rough translations are at the end of the chapter. (I checked multiple translation websites not just google translate, ReversoDictionary is slowly becoming a favorite, I like their examples set up.)

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Word count: 4k+

Content Warning: Shooting, Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Mentions of Death, Blood, Knives, Arguing, Sibling Rivalry, Guilt, Cussing/Swearing, Canon Typical Neglect, Manipulation, Violence, Angst, Drinking, Bar Fight

Chapter 6: Serious Discussions and Stakeouts

“Piece of shit,” Diego spits out as he and Y/N get back to the boiler room.

Luther can tell something is very wrong by just looking at his siblings as they return. Diego seems livid, and the glow around their sister was basically broadcasting that something horrible had happened. Anxiety and sadness rolled off her in deep blue shades. So when Diego showed no sign of stopping. Luther knew he needed to step in.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” Diego says just before Luther intercepts him in what is essentially a violent bear hug and lifts Diego off the ground. “No! Let me-” Diego fights in vain. Luther looks at his sister, a million questions in his head. She shakes her head, and it answers the most important ones. No, Klaus. Nothing good happened. Nothing helpful. Diego keeps fighting. “Get your ape hands off me!” The light around her pulses in intensity as it happens, but she knows stepping in might make things worse.

“I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down,” Luther states.

“Diego…” she starts.

“Fine,” Diego relents.

“Now, wanna tell us what you’re talking about?”

“Our brother’s been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Griddy’s, and then at Gimble Brothers, after the guys in masks attacked the Academy, looking for him,” Diego explains.

“None of which is any of your concern,” Five says.

“Is now,” she says.

“They just killed my friend,” Diego states. She knew that was an understatement, but he clearly didn’t want them to know more than that. He’s hurting, and she knows it. So she moves forward and puts a hand on his arm. Not sure if she is more trying to calm him or reassure herself that he is even somewhere near okay.

“What did you bring back with you?” she says as she looks at Five.

“Who are they, Five?”

“They work for my former employer,” Five explains. “A woman called The Handler. She sent them to stop me. Then soon as Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.”

She is quick to put herself between Diego and their brothers. Her hand goes to his chest to get him to look at her. “I know,” she whispers to Diego. Then she does something she rarely does but knows it usually works with him. She uses the one thing they both have in common. Something he always saw at theirs. Their language. “Su culpa o no. Mantente enfocado.” He glances at her, a bit shocked, but he nods. He looks at her only for a second before his focus is back on Five.

“Now they’re my fair game,” Diego tells Five. “And I’m gonna see to it they pay.”

“That would be a mistake, Diego,” Five tells him. “They’ve killed people far more dangerous than you.” She feels him tense up under her hand, but neither moves. He glances at her again.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Diego storms out. She thinks about following him but decides to give him a minute to himself. She looks from the door to Luther and Five. Luther looks at her with an odd look before he sighs and turns back to Five.

“Former employer?” Luther asks. “What's this really about? And don't give me any of this ‘It's none of your business’ crap, all right?”

“Well, it's a long story.”

“You said you’d explain it all to me,” she insists. “I’ve done everything you asked of me. Long story or not, you owe me.”

“They turned me into the perfect instrument for the rehabilitation of the time continuum,” Five begins to explain. “Or ‘corrections,’ as they called them. I wasn't the only one. There are others like me. Beings out of time, fractured, extracted from the lives that they knew. I don't know how they got there. But I do know that none of them were as good as me. They didn't realize it, but I was biding my time, trying to figure out the right equation so I could get back. If I could just get back, I knew I could stop the apocalypse. Save the world. So I broke my contract.”

“So…you were a hitman?” Luther asks.

“Yes.” Five’s answer was simple and somewhat world-shattering to his siblings.

“Wow,” she says. “You know they shot me, right?”

Five looks at her. He could vaguely remember one of them mentioning that while he was drunk.

She pulls her arm out of her jacket and angrily strips off the bandage, despite Luther trying to stop her.

“Look at it!” she yells at Five. The skin around the neat row of stitches is angry and bruised. It’s unhealed and looks painful. “The only reason I’m not as dead as Detective Patch is that I shoved the barrel of the gun with a superheated fist, and it jammed after that shot because I damaged it.”

Luther sighs and takes the bandages that had been gripped tight in her hand, and rewraps her wound. “You need new bandages.”

“I’ll deal with it at the house.” She looks at Five. “You might think you are protecting us by not telling us these things, that they don't matter, but it just means we have no idea what we are up against, and someone else is going to end up dead. Klaus is missing. Patch is dead. Grace is gone. So you want to keep us from whatever fate you saw, then get your shit together and do what you asked me to do, trust each other. Trust me. Trust us. Now I’m going to find our angry vigilante brother before someone gets stabbed, and then I’m going to look for Klaus, my way.” She leaves, letting the door slam as she does.

Luther finally asks the question that he has been wanting to ask. “A hitman, uh…I mean, you had a code, right?” You didn’t kill just anybody.”

“No code. We took out anyone who messed with the timeline.”

“What about innocent people?”

“It was the only way I could get back here.”

“But that’s murder.”

“Jesus, Luther, grow up. We’re not kids anymore. There’s no such thing as good guys or bad guys. There’s just people goin’ about their lives. But when the world ends all those people die, including our family. Time changes everything.”

When she catches up with Diego as he staking out the donut shop. He doesn’t miss the way the Wisp seems to take on an intense energy beyond even its usual glow. He knew it was because Klaus was still nowhere to be found, even for her little lights. But the Wisp was crackling and buzzing, mirroring the way she can't seem to settle for long. Something he hadn't seen her do much of since they were kids, and Five failed to show back up for dinner. And the next dinner. Every dinner until a couple nights ago. Reginald had scolded her for making her anxieties so obvious for anyone to see. It was a weakness. One that Diego had wanted to stab the man for pointing out. How was pointing out she was scared or anxious going to help her be anything but more scared or anxious? Back then, he'd just tried to help the others distract her. When he was a dumb kid, sometimes that was done by pushing her buttons to piss her off. Make her less weak and more intimidating. In hindsight, that was absolutely the opposite of what she needed.

“He’ll show up,” Diego assures her. “This is Klaus. He always comes crawling back to you.”

“This is different,” she admits. “You saw that motel room, and I can usually at least find him.”

“We’ll find him,” he insists. “We find the people that took him, that shot you, and we’ll get answers.” He doesn’t really want to think too hard about the fact that he had come close to losing her and Eudora in less than a day. Professional hitmen shot two of the only people he cares about, and Eudora is dead. He’s lucky to still have his sister with him. And she doesn’t even seem phased by it. She’s more worried about Klaus. He reaches over and finds her hand and squeezes it. “We will. You’ll see.”

They get back to the Academy, and Diego helps her change her bandages. They hear voices near their rooms. She checks it out with the Wisp.

“Klaus!” She shouts and runs to his room. She nearly tackles him in a hug.

Klaus hugs her back and says to someone or something she couldn't see, "See, I knew Sunshine would care.”

“We were kind of in the middle of something, Y/N,” Five says. She glares at him but looks back to Klaus."I searched the whole damn city TWICE! When we found Patch and that awful room…I didn’t- What happened? Where were you?" A look of absolute confusion covers her face as she takes in his appearance. He looks different. She tries to find every little difference. "What- are you wearing?” She looks at the dog tags. “Who? Where-whatever," she waved all that off and hugs him again. "Don't scare me like that. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"For a while, I wasn't sure you would either," Klaus states.

"Oh, Klaus," she hugs him tighter.

“Klaus, where’s the briefcase?”

“What briefcase?” she asks.

“Gone,” Klaus answers. “I destroyed it. Poof.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Five gets angry.

“What do you care?” Klaus asks.

“What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could get back. I could start over.”

“Whoa, hey,” she tries but is ignored again.

“Just Just - Where you going?”

“Interrogation's over. Just leave.”

“What a dick,” she mutters and looks back at Klaus. “I don’t know what he’s mad about, but you-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Klaus says, with a smile that is barely there and doesn’t reach his eyes. “I missed you, Sunshine.”

“Klaus,” her brows furrow in concern at his words, earning a sad chuckle from him.

“Not much light or good where I was, especially after…” his eyes get this far-off look to them, but he seems to shake himself. He gives her a kiss on the forehead. An action she genuinely is confused by. Unbeknownst to her, it was more Ben pushing Klaus not to scare her that made him do it. She stays with Klaus but uses the Wisp to check on Diego. When she notices he is leaving she goes after him. Klaus follows her.

“You look like shit,” Diego tells him. She rolls her eyes.

“Why, thank you,” Klaus replies.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“Yeah, where you going?” Klaus repeats.

“Nope,” Diego says.

“What?” Klaus asks.

“Diego,” she starts.

“You need sleep,” he points at her and then at Klaus. “And I’m not giving you a ride.”

“Oh, come on, man,” Klaus says.

“I’m fine, and I barely even used my powers to find him. I’m going with you,” she says.

“He can drive himself,” Diego argues.

“He can��t drive,” she answers. “Please, Diego.”

Diego looks between the two, and of course, Diego caves. Klaus wonders when exactly that became a thing as he goes to get his things. Sure, the two weren’t trying to kill each other before, but he wasn’t gone that long for them. Diego knows it's not even worth arguing now. Not with the sad and desperate look on his sister’s face. She made him worry more about Klaus than he usually did. So he agrees.

Both Y/N and Diego were weirded out by how quiet their brother was. She keeps sending them both worried looks.

"You okay?" Diego asks their unusually silent brother. He doesn't get an answer.

"Klaus?" She asks. He just shakes his head.

"Wow, this is a first. Our brother Klaus is silent."

"Diego," she chides him.

"Last time you were this quiet, we were 12."

She punches Diego in the arm, but it didn't deter him.

"Ran down the stairs wearing Grace's heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut for?"

"Eight weeks," Klaus answers.

"Eight glorious weeks of bliss," Diego says.

"That's enough, Diego." She glares at him.

"Hey, just…just drop me off here."

"Klaus…" she starts.

"You sure you’re okay, man?" Diego asks him. Klaus just gets out of the car.

"Was that necessary,” she says, her annoyance obvious in her tone. “Bringing that up? He is clearly in a bad state, and you just-"

"Are you going to keep lecturing, or are we going to go after him?"

"You're an asshole," she says and gets out of the car and goes into the VFW after Klaus.

“Just go away, please,” Klaus tells them.

“You know I’m not going to do that,” she says.

“Not until you talk to us,” Diego states.

“Is that a threat? You threatening me?”

“Hey, guys. This bar? It's for vets only.”

“I am a vet,” Klaus says.

“Really?” the guy chuckles. “Where'd you serve?”

“None of your business,” Klaus replies.

“You got balls comin' in here, pretendin' you're one of us.” The guy says.

“Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you.”

“Asshole.”

Diego steps in to try and prevent a fight. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”

“Klaus, I need you to talk to me,” his sister says. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I did serve, Sunshine,” Klaus shows her the dog tags, and despite her confusion, she nods.

“Okay, that’s-” She starts to say they’d talk about that in the car, but she sees Diego trying to keep things from completely going to shit.

Klaus goes to drink more.

“Klaus,” she grabs his arm.

“Slow down, Marine.” Diego tries to help defuse the situation with one of the bar’s patrons. “Alright, my brother's just had a few too many. Let's just call it a day; all go our own way.”

“Sure thing,” the guy says.

“Thank you,” Diego says. “Klaus-”

“As long as you apologize,” the guy says.

Klaus giggles. Y/N physically winces.

“Fine.”

“I'm sorry,” Diego says. “He's sorry. We're all sorry.” She nods. “So, are we good?”

“I wanna hear him say it,” the guy says, gesturing to Klaus.

“Hey, man, I'm just trying to -” Diego starts, but Klaus cuts him off.

“No, no,” Klaus says. He pulls his sister’s hand off of his arm and walks towards the man. “He's right, Diego.”

“Oh, no,” she murmurs to herself. She knows that tone. She could feel everything was about to go sideways.

“He's right,” Klaus repeats. “He's right.” Y/N looks at Diego, her eyes wide as Klaus adds, “I'd like to apologize that you are depriving some village of their idiot!”

Diego shouts as a fight breaks out.

“Don’t even think about it!” Diego shouts at her, but she ignores him and joins the scuffle. A guy goes to grab her, and without hesitation, Diego throws a knife. “Touch her, and I’ll end you.” She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue.

It ends with all of them being thrown out. Klaus laughs when they finally get back in the car and head to where Diego had wanted to go in the first place. To stake out the Donut shop.

“You got a big mouth. You know that?” Diego tells Klaus.

“Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.”

“Everything's a big joke to you, right?” Diego says. “Will you-stop it-” Diego takes the rest of Klaus’ stash from him. “Why are you putting this shit in your body?"

Klaus blows a raspberry at him. “Hey, Sunshine, what do you think?” he shows her his newest tattoo, a military one.

“Klaus…” she starts.

“Check this out.” Diego pulls up his shirt and pats his own abs. “My body is a temple.” Y/N can’t help but snort out a laugh. Diego glares at her but continues.

“All that shit you do,” Diego says, “it's just weakness.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus replies, “Well, weakness feels so good.”

“What's goin' on with you? Huh?” Diego asks, starting to really lose his patience.

“Diego,” She cautions. The glimmer that always surrounds her seems to hum along with its usual melancholic hue. Both her brothers know it means she’s worried if either one was paying attention. “Please don’t-”

“Don't hit me, asshole!”

“Guys!” she shouts, but they ignore her.

“Don't tell me everything is all right because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!”

“DIEGO!” she wants to slap him. A spark of red light flashes, but it settles almost as fast. It turns deep blue, as Klaus explains.

“Because I lost someone!” Klaus sighs. “I lost someone. The only…” he sighs again. “The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself. Cheers.” He puts a pill in his mouth.

“Well, you're luckier than most,” Diego tells him. “When you lose someone, at least you can see them whenever you want.”

“I know it hurts, Klaus,” she says. “But you can talk to us. You can talk to me. You know I’m always going to have your back.”

“You really were going to fight that guy, not even with your powers,” Klaus says. “Just going to jump right in.”

“If someone hadn’t stopped me,” she says, glaring at Diego.

“He was twice your size, you weren’t using your powers, and you're still injured,” Diego states.

“You’d still be mad if I had used them,” she argues. “And I’m fine, Diego.”

Earning a chuckle from Klaus. “She’s right. You’d be pissed either way.”

“Because you started a bar fight in a room of guys that fought for a living.”

"Fine, I'll ask," Klaus mumbles. His sister and brother share a confused glance before Klaus looks over at her. "You're injured?"

"Yeah, she got shot by those psychos that took you."

"They shot you?" Something in Klaus's tone and the way he starts moving closer and reaching out for her has Diego on edge. And she looks between the two, alarm clear in her eyes and the glow around her. Klaus grips her arm a bit too tight in the process. "Where? Is it-"

"Whoa, Klaus, buddy," Diego goes to stop him, but their sister shakes her head. She manages to pry his hand off her and cups them between her own.

"Diego has been exaggerating the whole thing since it happened." She ignores the grunt of protest from said man. "I needed a few stitches, but it's nothing major." She pulled her jacket off and her shirt sleeve up. Ignoring a glare from Diego as she undid the bandage to show Klaus she really was fine. It looked as bad as it had before, but it was taken care of and on the way to healing. Or it would be if she left it wrapped. Something in her broke at the way Klaus seemed to study her carefully before finally relaxing.

"You really went through some shit, didn't you?” Diego asks his brother before rolling his eyes and swatting Y/N's hand away from where she was trying to keep her sleeve up and replace the bandage single-handedly.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Klaus states. "Try not to get shot again. Okay, Sunshine? I don't need any more ghosts."

"Going to take a lot more than some loony toons in masks to end us, Klaus," she assures him.

"Good."

"And next time I see them, I'm putting Wisp's fist through an eye socket and will boil their brains inside their own skulls," she states. "What?" She asks when Diego stares at her with abject horror on his face.

"That's dark," Klaus chuckles, "Especially for you, Sunshine."

"Well, they tried to take not one but two brothers from me, shot up the academy, scared V, and dropped a chandelier on Luther."

"And shot you," Diego adds.

"That too. So I will not hesitate next time."

"You are scary now,” Klaus smirks. “And I kinda love that for you."

"Seriously?" Diego glares at Klaus.

"What? You always thought she needed to be a better brawler. Well, here she is."

"Yeah, well,” Diego shook his head. “You didn't have to see it."

"I would pay to," Klaus admits.

"Klaus!" Diego glares at him

"What?” Klaus looks at him like her boiling someone's brain is the most logical action possible in their situation. “She'd kill for me. Am I not supposed to find that sweet?"

"Sometimes I forget how insane this family is, even for like half a second."

“That's our man,” Diego says as they see Hazel getting into his car.

“Hey, I know that guy,” Klaus states.

“What?” Y/N stares at him.

“How could you possibly know that?” Diego asks.

“He and a really angry lady tortured me,” Klaus informs them. “I barely got out with my life.”

Diego starts the car and follows him.

“We gotta get this guy.”

“Stay in the car,” Diego tells them once they get to the motel.

“What are you talking about,” Klaus argues. “This guy tortured me!”

“I have a plan,” Diego says and gets out of the car.

“Well, that plan better include me,” she tells him as she gets out.

“It does not, so you stay here.”

“It’s cute you think that will even remotely work,” Klaus says from the car. “Especially on Sunshine.”

He doesn’t even bother with a response, just walks toward the motel stairs.

“How long should we let him think he’s getting his way?”

“15 more seconds? Yeah?” She says.

“Works for me,” Klaus nods and gets out of the car.

“So what exactly is the plan here, big guy?” Klaus says as he walks up behind Diego, just as Diego moves to rush the noisy motel room.

“I told you to wait in the car,” Diego complains, not even bothering to look back. He shakes his head when he hears his sister laugh.

“Yeah,” Klaus states. “But you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes.”

“We were eight,” Diego counters.

“You believed him, even when I told you he was being a jerk,” Y/N shakes her head. Diego glares at them.

“What?” Klaus says. “Come on.”

“For once, I need you to listen to me, okay?”

“Yeah, right,” she shakes her head.

Diego continues. “Now, go back to the car. If I don't come out in two minutes, that means I'm probably dead.”

“Not happening,” she states.

“That happens. Go get help,” Diego says.

She stands in front of him. “Hi, I’m help and I’m already here.”

“Then stay here,” he says.

“Just let me-” he is already heading into the motel room before she can offer to do it her way.

A car speeds past and gunshots ring out. Diego shouts. Klaus pulls Diego back almost on instinct, but a bullet pierces Diego's arm.

“Oh man,” Klaus says as Diego attempts to catch his breath. “See? You used to think I was an idiot.”

“I still think you’re an idiot,” Diego replies.

“You’re both idiots.” She uses the Wisp to make sure the coast is clear, including the motel room, and ushers them both to the car. But the car is useless.

“Was this all part of your master plan?” Klaus snarks.

“Shut up,” Diego glares.

She curses their luck in multiple languages before turning back to Diego to get a better look at his arm. Part of her wants to find them and follow them with the Wisp. She wants to make good on the threat of boiling their brains. But she needs to prioritize. She can find them later. Now, she needs to take care of her brother’s bleeding arm.

"Oh yay, now we have matching gunshot wounds," she grumbles. She takes one of his knives, and despite his protest, she cuts his sleeve. He won't admit it out loud, but that distracted him for a moment longer than it should have, especially as he watches her flex her fingers. Her eyes glow as she heats her hand, and he shakes his head and focuses.

“Get it over with,” he grits out.

“Don’t rush me,” she says. “Gonna have my pretty li’l handprint forever on your arm soon enough. Just give me a second.” She looks up from his wound to meet his eyes. “You might want to bite down on something.” When he doesn’t, she rolls her glowing eyes. “Fine, but don’t blame me if you crack a tooth.” She clamps her hand down on the wound, her fingers curling around to make sure it covers. Her unheated hand moves to his neck to keep him from moving too much. She can feel his muscles go tight and the way his body fights her. Klaus helps hold him still. She shakes the heat out of her hand when its done.

“Breathe,” she tells him. Her now cooled hand moved to the side of his face, brushing away tears she knows are there because of how much it hurt when she does that. “Stay with me. Okay? We need you.” He nods, dropping his forehead to hers.

Y/N cannot believe she let them talk her into this. She braces herself as Klaus drives the ice cream truck faster than it is most likely supposed to go. She tries not to think about the fact she is literally sitting in an injured Diego’s lap. His uninjured arm grips her tight. She just keeps mentally repeating that she loves her brothers and this is for the best. She superheats her grip and digs her fingers into the panel in front of them as she braces as they hit Hazel and Cha-Cha’s car. She is on her feet and pulling Diego after her as soon as the vehicle stops.

“Five!” Luther calls out for Five.

“You still with me?” She asks Diego as they stumble out of the truck.

“My shoes hurt,” he answers. She looks up and meets Klaus’ gaze. Luther rushes over to them to try and get them out of harm's way.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Luther asks.

She scans the area with the Wisp as they hurry to the car. “Five isn’t here. We need to go, now!” she shouts to them.

“Luther, go!” Klaus shouts. “Go!” They make as quick a getaway as the old car can handle.

In the car, she looks at Diego. “You still with me?”

“Claro que sí,” he says.

“Siga siendo así.” She grins.

Translations:

"Su culpa o no. Mantente enfocado" His fault (or guilt) or not. Stay focused.

“Claro que sí." Yes, of course.

“Siga siendo así.” Keep it that way.

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things-characters-definitely-say · 2 years

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Diego: How are you not dead?

Klaus: It's all thanks to Jesus.

Klaus: Jesus was the Cuban guy I paid to pump my stomach.

#ch: diego hargreeves #ch: klaus hargreeves #fandom: tua #fandom: the umbrella academy

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ginger-grimm · 3 years

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✌🏽joy and siblings?

Joy and Luther:

Joy and Diego:

Joy and Allison:

Joy and Klaus:

Joy and Five:

Joy and Ben:

Joy and Vanya:

Joy and Jinx:

Joy and Jill:

#oc: joy hargreeves #ch: luther hargreeves #ch: diego hargreeves #ch: allison hargreeves #ch: klaus hargreeves #ch: five hargreeves #ch: ben hargreeves #ch: vanya hargreeves #oc: jinx hargreeves #oc: jill hargreeves #brotp: super chaotic siblings #answered

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gwenpendragns · 4 years

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MAKE ME CHOOSE

↳@glossyy-julyy asked: even or odd Hargreeves siblings

#tua #the umbrella academy #tv: the umbrella academy #ch: klaus hargreeves #ch: ben hargreeves #ch: diego hargreeves #make me choose #type: my gifs #type: mine #robert sheehan #david castenada #justin h min #gerard way #tua gifs #still in shock that i actually learned how to make gifs from scratch lol #ive been meaning to teach myself for like three years and finally did and im like #wow productivity fam

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For the blorbo bingo…Steve Harrington, Klaus Hargreeves, Barry Allen (CW)?

steve!!

klaus!!

barry!! has been forever since i watched the flash tho so this subject to change on my watch-through(and i only ever got to like s3 so)

#ch: steve harrington #f: stranger things #ch: klaus hargreeves #f: the umbrella academy #ch: barry allen #f: the flash #answered #lavi tag

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“Pick up the phone, fucker.” ( klaus @ ben AHAHA )

Ben shook his head as he watched Klaus pace back and forth in front of him, phone pressed against his ear. There were days when he was glad he stuck around to keep his idiot brother company, and then there were days like this. “I can’t imagine they have any reason not to want to answer your call,” he spoke sarcastically. Though with the Hargreeves children, even the smallest of problems could be seen as an inconvenience to the other. “Now can we get back to focusing on what is actually important and worry about your ugly shirt later. For all we know, they did you a favor and threw it in the trash…”

#ch: ben hargreeves #int: klaus hargreeves #verse: the umbrella academy #( lmfao Ben like why did I choose to stay with this idiot )

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perpetually-disorganized-writer · 4 years

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Klaus Hargreeves Playlist

Mostly songs I think he would jam to but also some that just make me think of him.

[Listen Here]

Track listing under readmore

Picture Book – The Kinks

Shifting Sands – The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane

You Don't Own Me – Lesley Gore

Tomorrow Never Knows – The Beatles

We're Through – The Hollies

Soul Kitchen – The Doors

Sunshine Of Your Love – Cream

I Want To Hold Your Hand – The Beatles

B-A-B-Y – Carla Thomas

I'd Love To Change The World – Ten Years After

Time In A Bottle – Jim Croce

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida – Iron Butterfly

The End of the World – Skeeter Davis

Magic Colors – Lesley Gore

I'd Rather Be High – David Bowie

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me – The Smiths

Goody Two Shoes – Adam Ant

I Think We're Alone Now – Tiffany

I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) – Whitney Houston

99 Luftballons – Nena

Ballroom Blitz – Sweet

Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen

Like a Virgin – Madonna

Wannabe – Spice Girls

Toxic – Britney Spears

S&M – Rihanna

Loser – Beck

Basket Case – Green Day

Can't Sleep – K.Flay

Headfirst For Halos – My Chemical Romance

Everybody Gets High – MISSIO

Happy – Mother Mother

Weak – AJR

Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time – Panic! At The Disco

So Fast, So Maybe – K.Flay

The Sharpest Lives – My Chemical Romance

By Myself – FIDLAR

Heaven Help Us – My Chemical Romance

Help – Pink Guy

The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance

#klaus hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #tua #The Seance #Number 4 #ch: klaus hargreeves #music

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 11 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Five's got a lot of grovelling to do.

Nothing objectionable below but proceed at your own risk anyway.

Chapter 11: A Biological Matter

Hastily, you hold Five to you and kiss his forehead once, twice, three times. Clearly bewildered, he brings a hand up to your back to reciprocate but you pull away too quickly.

"You need shut the fuck up, listen and not ask questions."

"What?"

You take Santi's hand and shout for Viktor. Already poised for an emergency, you hear him approach on the run.

Sloane is staring at Five's shoulder, still holding the scissors open, pointed at the ceiling. "It's gone...it's just gone!"

Five follows her gaze and brings his hand up to touch the new skin, disbelievingly. As Viktor skids into the room, Klaus waves his focus towards Five's shoulder.

"It was Santi."

You ignore this and kneel in front of the terrified little boy. His round face is anxious.

"Don't be scared. You just did something amazing."

You feel your brain whirr and you look sharply over your shoulder at the adults.

"I have a theory. Hear me out," you turn back to Santi, “tell me how you felt when that happened.”

He stutters and hesitates a little but when you take his hand, he manages.

“Like my tummy was scared. It was tingly.”

Five interrupts,

"What are you?-"

"Shut up Five!" you say, harshly. "Just listen for once!"

You don't turn back to Santi immediately, holding Five's eyes in a glare. Your tone has clearly taken him by surprise; he actually looks cowed. The look suits him. You turn back to Santi.

“Sorry, sweetie: your tummy felt tingly like you were scared? Anything else?”

“I felt sad…and my shoulder hurt a little.”

“Ok...did you feel like that when you hugged Alyssa in the hospital?”

His brow furrows slightly at this, surprised, “Yeah. A bit. I got the tingle."

"Any times before that?"

“The first time was…" his calf's eyes shift upwards as he recalls, "I think when I was crying. Alyssa hugged me because Cole called me stupid.”

Cole?

“Was this the week before Mommy and Daddy got married?”

“Uh...I think."

You think for a few moments. He can replicate…

You turn back to the others, most still stare at where Five’s wound was, Viktor shaking his head.

“We know Santi can replicate organisms, right? Simple ones now, but maybe more complex ones later? And once his body’s ‘remembered’ a bug, he can make one anywhere right?” your head whips back to Santi, like you're watching a tennis match, “could you make a spider for me right now, if I wanted?”

He nods his head and holds out a hand as if to create a dupe, but you put yours on top.

“No, there's no need. Illnesses are much less complex than animals: they’re just biological matter- cells, organisms. If Santi’s had a wound heal before, then maybe it's like an immune response. Maybe his body can replicate the cure."

And maybe the complaint too. If he wants.

“When you hugged Alyssa before the wedding, you were ill for a while, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” He looks a little scared,

“It’s ok, don’t worry. It’s just, after you hugged her again- Alyssa got better. Did… your head hurt like when you were ill?”

“A little.”

“Has it hurt like that any other time?” you take his hand, “It’s ok. Don’t be scared.”

He sniffles and tears brim under his eyes. He's understood the truth before any of the others. Maybe part of him already knew. His eyes seem to be confirmation of your suspicions.

“I got angry one day. When Cole and Joe and Robert were-m-mean to me. Cole pushed me and the others laughed so I got up and pushed them all back and…”

“And what?” you put your hand against his hot, soft cheek as tears begin to roll down them.

“And my head hurt!”

You pull him into a hug.

"It's okay. Good boy. You're such a good boy for telling me this- and so brave. It's going to be ok."

As you whisper the comforting words, you look over his shoulders at the others. You think it’s dawning on Five, but the others aren’t there yet.

“It’s not JUICED. We know they’re doing shady shit with Ditrico-”

“What?” Five interrupts, face serious and hanging onto your every word.

You don't snap this time. He's asking to understand, not to take over.

“The compound: they’re trying to engineer the kids so that they feel thirsty unless they’ve drunk JUICED. So when four kids get cancer, they panic- in case it was Ditrico causing it- just like you thought.”

You incline your head towards him before continuing.

“So that’s why they set up the funds for their medical bills, that's why they set up the investigation and probably why there was all that security at their head office: they were doing damage limitation just in case it was a side-effect. But it wasn’t.”

You can feel your hands shaking slightly. You address all of them, pulling away from Santi only so much as to be able to look him in the eye.

“Alyssa…she was just unlucky. She was just the one in thousands that gets these tumors. But Santi- you absorbed it and your body learned how to fix it and replicate it. So when the boys were mean to you -when you got angry with Cole and Joe and Robert- you accidentally passed it on."

Your face turns back to Five.

"It's linked to his feelings," you glance at Viktor here and then back at Five, "he felt empathy for you and Alyssa and that's how he was able to heal. But he passed it onto the boys because they made him angry and upset."

There's a moment of silence before Five speaks, dismayed:

“Shit!”

“So…” comes Viktor’s voice, “does this mean we can save them?”

You smile kindly at Santi, taking both of his tense little hands and caressing the palms with your thumbs.

“Well…one of us can.”

That night, Five threatened to tear out his I.V if Sloane didn't remove it. He insisted on climbing all the attic stairs rather than let any of you set him up a bed elsewhere, only accepting help when he reached the third floor and couldn't walk any further, let alone blink.

He was too exhausted to ask questions and fell asleep as soon as you helped him into bed.

This morning, it was only with threats of physical violence that his siblings managed to contain him at the Academy instead of accompanying you and Santi to the hospital. It was lucky for them that his body was still too drained to blink or to put up too much of a fight.

Now, they stand sentinel in his doorway, not allowing him to go beyond the bed or reading chair at most. It’s reasonable to suspect that his weakness will soon fade but, for now, he needs to stay still.

Partly to distract him, partly to keep him up to date, Luther explains how you managed to obtain the information and hands Five the recovered files to read through. After absorbing everything, Five puts all the documents back into the folder and sits disbelievingly for a few minutes.

Klaus breaks the silence that follows with a roguish laugh: “Oh, have you got some shit to eat now, Mister”

“Klaus…” reproaches Luther.

“No. You gotta hear it Five: I did the only thing you didn’t think to do. I asked your girlfriend. And she dealt with it. In like, two days! And if you’d have asked her before you broke into the university, you’d have had an easier time then too. But nooo you’re so obsessed with ‘protecting’ her that you treat her like a kid.”

“So…you and her?” says Five, angry and disbelieving, “You’ve been investigating this behind my back? Behind all of our backs?”

Klaus makes a little noise of frustration “You’re missing the point! I wanted to show you what an asshole you can be. To me too sometimes.”

Five’s neck and jaw tense in that way his siblings have grown to recognise as a warning sign.

“So you did this to piss me off?”

Klaus’s voice takes on the soft cadence that would have held Destiny's Children in thrall.

“No Five. I did it to teach you a lesson…about love…”

He brings his hands together, as if in prayer.

“…and also to piss you off.”

One of Five’s hands thumps the side of his chair in frustration.

“Will someone get this dumb cunt out of here before I’m tempted to over-exert myself?” he spits, teeth gritted.

“Ease up on him, Klaus.” mumbles Viktor, “Fine. You might just want to think about being a partner and less of a patronizing bastard to everyone. Otherwise, she’s gonna wise up, leave you and realize that I’m the hottest one. And then,” he said, rotating his hips suggestively, “she'll want to get a hot slice o’ Klaus and either it's going to be insanely awkward with you or I'll have to say no and that will be SUPER hard on her.” As Five's expression becomes dangerous, Luther wisely distracts him: “You wanna…organize that press conference? I had some adult uniforms dry-cleaned. Not the shirt and tie ones, the mission ones…the sexy ones.” Klaus sighs contentedly, smiling benignly at Five: “Excellent. Nothing like a trip down memory lane to bring the family together.”

His hand clasped tightly in yours, you and Santi stand in the doorway. Cole looks so small, sleeping with shallow breaths beneath the clean white sheets of his hospital bed. His father also sleeps, in a chair leaning against the wall.

It’s easy, when you care about one child, to demonize one that bullies them, but now you look at Cole, all you can see is another little boy, full of promise and on the brink of dying.

Sensing his hesitation, you squat beside Santi and whisper.

“Are you okay?”

He’s still looking at Cole.

“He’s asleep.”

“Yeah, but you can still go in to try and help him.”

He shuffles from foot to foot, makes as if to enter but seems to think better of it. He abruptly shies away and hides his head in your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t worry,” you soothe.

“He doesn’t look like Cole,” he whispers.

You glance over at the small figure. He probably doesn’t look like the Cole that Santi knows. He looks skeletal, even worse than Alyssa did. His eyes and cheeks are sunken, like he could die any day. Perhaps something in Santi’s anger accelerated the illness.

“It’s because he’s ill.”

Santi nods but still hangs back. Gently, you give his hand a supportive squeeze.

“Come on, sweetie. He needs you to be kind.”

Santi hesitates for a moment longer, looking from Cole to his father and back again. Then, he squares his shoulders as much as a seven-year-old can and leads you into the room.

By the time you and Santi came home, Five was up and about again. His tip-off on Di-triberyllium colloid for the FDA and various other authorities were dispatched and his speech to the press ready for tomorrow. Nothing to do now but wait until the morning. Santi had told him excitedly about how he went into the hospital and fixed Cole, Joe and Robert even though they’re mean, because he’s kind.

All the kids saved and evil corporate machinations kept at bay…now he could no longer avoid facing you. No excuses any more. Time to take off the schoolboy shorts and put on his big boy pants.

Up in his room, (both of your room), he pauses. Now he’s here, he isn’t sure what to do. You're sitting on the slipper chair and he on the desk. There’s more to discuss here than just today’s events. He’d thought he understood what he had to do... but now it's time to do it...He straightens his tie, takes in a deep breath and tries:

“You did well.”

“Thanks.”

He thinks back to the first time he’d borne his heart to you. His mouth had still tasted of whiskey-vomit while he laid on your lumpy couch. It was so much easier when he was drunk. He opens his mouth, thinking that he’ll say sorry, or ‘I was wrong’ or ‘I didn’t mean it,’ but instead, it’s something entirely different that comes out:

“I wish you hadn’t gone behind my back with Klaus.”

You shake your head incredulously.

“Would you have listened if I’d come to you?”

He dodges this, looking down briefly at his clasped hands.

“It was still kind of a betrayal.”

“A betrayal of what? You never trusted me in the first place.”

He puts his hands in his pockets, watching his own foot as he swings it back and forth. He can't deny that's...fair. He should probably try this again.

“Luther tells me you really went for that guy when he tried it on. He said he was impressed. Is it wrong that I’m a little proud of-?”

You interrupt him, “I know a chemistry PhD at the college.”

“-huh?”

“My friend Lydia is a chemist. If you’d have just asked me, right from the start, I could have got you in. I could have got you an actual chemist to perform the experiment. That's the sort of thing she does.”

“-but…”

“No. No buts,” the little wisps of hair loose from your hair tie are awry in a wild crown around your face, “it never occurred to you that I might have information. You never thought that something I say could help you while you’re trying to put the world to rights. It never occurred to you that maybe I give a shit whether a corporation’s killing kids?”

“I never said-"

“-But what could I know? I can’t blink to the fucking bathroom or talk to the dead or float or whatever. But you know what, Five? I’m good at my job, I’ve lived in the world, I can comfort you when you wake up screaming and sometimes, maybe fucking sometimes, I know better than you and-”

You dissolve into sobs. They surprise him in their intensity. Shit. He stands and crosses the room.

“Hey- it’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t just fuck up and keep saying sorry like that makes it go away. You promised. When we first met, you promised to respect me.”

“I know, I know,” He puts a hand in your hair and tries to soothe, “I’m sorry. You’re right."

“You told me you’d listen.”

The way you emphasize this word makes his gut twist. He removes his hand from your hair. He did promise you to listen and he did promise you respect back when he'd first got together with you. But somehow, he'd never imagined this.

Hell, he'd trusted Dolores with his plans more than he'd trusted you...but then again, Dolores wasn't the kind of girl to run off on her own and get hurt. He'd imagined respect and listening in the context of sex and romance not...

His arrogance, presumption and condescension suddenly break on him like waves; his hand goes up to cover his eyes...fuck. He's a fucking shitty asshole!

“I’m listening. I’m listening now, I promise.”

He reaches for your face again but you pull away from him, putting your head in your hands instead. He steps back and then kneels in front of you, feeling his legs moving seemingly without his volition- it’s like you draw him like a magnet.

This is one of those moments where everything could change. He feels it in the way he feels his power; electricity all over him. He’s never seen you like this before, never understood on a real, guttural level that you might just up and leave him one day- that he might become just another shitty man in your romantic history. His chest hurts a little, and not from any bullet-related causes.

“Please. Let me fix it.”

“You can’t just ‘fix’ it,” your face is still covered, “that’s the problem. You can’t do and say shitty things, feel bad and apologize and think that solves it.”

He shuffles towards you, “I know. I know.”

“You have to change.”

“Yes. I do.”

He bends and lays his cheek on your knees, exposing his neck to you. You don't push him off. He feels vulnerable like this but he guesses he deserves that. This physical position feels important somehow. It's worshipful. It gets his mind into the right frame.

“When we first got together, I promised you to listen and learn and recently I’ve not listened. But I am now, I swear I am. And I’ll show you that I'm learning.”

“So for the next few days you’ll ask my opinion, smile and nod and then do what you were going to do anyway?”

“No.” He kisses your knee briefly before returning to the submissive pose. “Everything you’ve said...especially that night I spoke to Santi, I didn’t want to hear it but it was true. Or true enough. Every fucking time you know me better than I know myself."

He laughs at this sadly.

"I’ve disrespected you and I’ve side-lined you because deep down I thought I was better than you.”

He closes his eyes, as if waiting for a stroke of the guillotine to his bared neck. When you don't respond, he continues,

“You did go behind my back with Klaus but I guess I brought it on myself. I pushed you away. I told myself it’s because I wanted to protect you. That I didn’t want to see you hurt again. And that’s true but it wasn’t the whole truth. But now I know.”

His hands ball into fists as he comes to grip the hem of your shirt. He tries not to pull at you desperately.

“You’re intelligent, intuitive and everything to me.”

His voice cracks and he breathes in hard. He tries to regain control of himself and manages it with difficulty. He knows there’s more to say.

“I want to be a partner to you.”

You still don't touch him, your hands now grip the underside of the chair.

“We can’t be partners if we’re not equals.”

“I know,” he kisses your leg again, “but maybe in time I can learn to live up to you.

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Ded & Gonne

Chapter 2: Got Ghosts?

Begun for the 3MA @tua-masked-author 2022 event

TW: My sense of humor. Ghosts.

Six months later, and Klaus has finally driven Mean Ben out of Cambridge. He hopes. He’s had enough of that guy for his next 15 - 20 years minutes. Klaus makes his “rent” every month, which is basically just collecting everybody else’s rent. And “managing the building.” He laughed even harder when he realized Ben was serious when he said it. Like what if a sink needs fixing? “Klaus, you have fingers - I’ve checked - you can call a plumber just like the rest of us.” It took a while to realize he needed to arrange to have garbage picked up. He’s a real stickler for recycling so he just kept calling more numbers til he figured out how to get all the piles of smelly stuff taken away. He won! Victorious! He now has an engorged sense of self-sufficiency and self-respect. And that’s when Klaus gets a little too comfortable. And this time, somebody’s ready to shake a few things up.

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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 8 (Umbrella Academy WIP) Diego x Reader slow burn

Author’s note: A bit of a shorter chapter this time. Events of Episode 1x07 The Day That Was. No translations needed this time.

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn Season 1)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 9

Word count: 2k+

Content Warning: Drugs, Drinking, Anger, Sibling Rivalry, Blood, Passing Out, Injury, (Temporary) Fatal Injury, Head trauma, Cardiac arrest, CPR, Stitches, Police, Arrest, mentions of death, mentions of murder, cussing/swearing/cursing, Panic Attacks, Exhaustion

Chapter 8: Things that do Matter

"Harold Jenkins?" Allison asks, holding the note from the Commission.

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asks.

"I don't know," Five says as he tosses the empty coffee cup across the room. "Yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."

"How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther asks.

"I don't know," Five answers.

"Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?"

“That's enough," Five informs.

"There's probably dozens of Jenkinses,"

"Well," Five admits. "We just better start looking, then."

"Am I the only one that's skeptical here? I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?"

"Harold Jenkins."

"You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys."

"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk."

"Yeah," Five says. "Them. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth."

"The Temps what?"

"My former employer. They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen happens. They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days. So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics. 'Protect Harold Jenkins'. So he must be responsible for the apocalypse."

"What do you mean, protect time and space?" Allison asks at the same time Diego says he’s going after Hazel and Cha-Cha.

"Do you have any idea,” Allison starts. “How insane this sounds?"

"You know what else is insane?” Five counters. “I look like a 13-year-old boy. Y/N glows like she is made of neon. Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been."

"He's got a point there," Klaus acknowledges.

"We didn't choose this life. We're just living it."

"For the next three days, anyway."

"But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died."

"Why is this time any different?"

"Why shouldn't I go home to my daughter?" "Because this time, I'm here. We have the name of the man responsible."

"Guys, we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people,” Five insists. “Including Claire."

Allison is surprised. "You know her name?"

"I do, and I'd like to live long enough to meet her,” Five tells her.

All right."

"Let's get this bastard," Allison states.

"You had me at Gerald Jenkins," Diego says.

"Harold Jenkins," Five corrects him.

"Whatever."

Y/N chuckles but nods.

Diego continues. "I've already lost two people this week, I'm not losing anyone else." She reaches over and gently puts her hand on the one in the sling.

"And Luther?"

"Yeah, you go. I'm gonna stay and go through Dad's files. I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the Moon."

"Seriously?" Diego asks. "Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?"

"No. 'Watch for threats.' That's what he told me.”

Diego can feel his sister’s sigh.

“You think that's a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow."

"No, we should all stick together."

"We don't have time for this," Five says.

"Let's roll."

"I know where we can find this asshole."

“Diego…” she starts.

"Klaus, you're with me."

"Yeah. I'm good,” Klaus tells them. “I think I'll, uh I think I'll pass. I'm feeling a little under."

Diego looks at Y/N when he moves, but she doesn't. "Would you be mad if I stayed here?" She asks him.

"You want to stay?" He repeats. She always wanted to go with him, one way or another. Even when he didn’t want her to. It set off alarms in his head, especially after the way she was acting when Viktor was there. "What's wrong?"

Five seems to get impatient, but Diego glares and waves him off. "I'll be right there," he tells their younger-looking, much older brother. Five relents, for now.

She looks at Diego. “You go. I’ll stay here and see if I can help Luther. I need some sleep. I can get that here. You have to admit I'm off my game. I'm too tired. I didn't even see V get here, and the Wisp was in full form in the room. I barely reacted when Five-"

"Luz, look at me," he tells her. His hand was on her cheek to make her really look at him. He studies her face. His thumb brushes along the dark circles under her eyes. She must be bone tired to actually admit it. "Okay, you get some sleep and see what you can do after. Keep those two in line if you have to."

"DIEGO!" Five calls him.

"ALRIGHT!" Diego turns and shouts back.

"Be careful," she says.

"Of course, can't do anything stupid without you, I promised. Right?"

She nods. "Now go before Five has a rage stroke fitting of the old man he is."

"I'm starting to regret asking the two of you to get along," Five glares at Diego as he approaches the car.

"Well, I regret you a lot, so there's that," Diego counters.

"Y/N is staying?" Allison asks.

"Yeah, she is going to get some sleep and then do whatever she can to help."

"And you're okay with that?" Both Five and Allison are surprised.

"Would I rather we all be going, of course, but her powers can be a drain. If she needs the rest up, so we have a better chance of stopping this guy, then better now than later. Besides, Luther and Klaus are here, Pogo too. They'll look after her."

She manages to get a bit of sleep. When shouting wakes her. She finds Klaus in his room.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“Luther left,” he tells her.

“What? Why?”

“He found the research he did while on the moon, and dad didn’t even look at it,” Klaus says.

“But that…what?” she says in shock. “I’m going to talk to Pogo.”

She looks at her father’s office and sees the mess Luther left. “Pogo?” She goes to find him.

“Yes, Miss Y/N,” he answers.

“What happened?” she asks. Pogo explains most of what happened between Reginald and Luther. Or as much as he is willing to say. She helps him straighten a few things up before Klaus seems to have a change of heart and tells her that Luther wanted to be more carefree like him and that they should probably find him.

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?!” She runs to her room and grabs her jacket. “We need to find him!” She sends out a handful of Wisps but keeps her body moving and searching as she does. “I’ll look. You just make sure I don’t get hit by a car or anything. You can manage that at least, right?”

“I’m sorry, Sunshine,” Klaus says.

“Can you do that?” she repeats.

“Of course, I’m not going to let you get hit by a car or get shot…again. Diego would murder me.”

“Okay, thank you,” she says before putting more focus into her search.

“We should have taken him to the hospital.” Allison and Diego manage to get a bloody Five back to the Academy.

“A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions,” Five tells them.

“Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins' attic.”

“He's still losing blood.”

“What do we do?”

“We gotta get the shrapnel out.”

Diego sees Grace.

“Diego, where are you going?” Allison asks.

“Mom?” Diego asks.

“Oh, hello, Diego, dear.”

“What... How are you still... walking around?”

“One foot in front of the other,” Grace tells him. “Why? How do you do it?”

He gets Grace to save Five.

Klaus keeps looking at his sister nervously as he argues with Ben. She barely even registers him talking. Her concern for Luther is pushing her more than her father ever did as a kid. She ignores the throbbing behind her temples as she searches. The throbbing pain turns into a full-blown nauseating migraine as she follows a lead to a rave. After hearing someone mention the hairiest man they have ever seen. That had to be him. She pulls back all but two orbs to search. “He’s here somewhere. Find him.” She and Klaus split up.

“Anything?” Diego asks as they stand in the hall outside of Five’s room.

“There's no answer at Viktor's place,” Allison tells him. “And the receptionist at the music school said he was a no-show for his lessons today.”

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I don't know. It's just surreal seeing him. I just wanna tell him that I'm s -”

“We don't have enough time.” Diego says. “We gotta go.”

“I don't know, Diego.”

“Five is laying there, unconscious.”

“We need him.”

“We can do this ourselves”

“We did that already, remember? We all ended up dead.”

Allison is unsure.

“I'm just I'm thinking I should go and see Claire before,” she tells him.

“You can't run away from this, Allison,” he states. “That's what started this whole mess in the first place.” He glances at the empty rooms around them and thinks about what is happening. What has happened. Everything that still needs to be done.

“Luther was right,” he admits, much to Allison’s surprise.

“I didn't think I would ever hear you say those words,” she says.

“Yeah, well, we gotta stick together,” Diego insists.

“Where do we start?”

“There's no other addresses in the file, but there is another relation listed.”

“Jenkins' grandmother,” he tells her. “She lived near Jackpine Road.”

“You think he took her there?”

“It's a good enough place to start.”

“Nope,” Diego says and starts moving in the other direction down the road. “Come on, this way.”

“Wait,” Allison says, confused, “but the car is back that way.”

“Trust me, okay?” Diego implores. “Come on.”

“But what is going on?”

“They're here for me,” he tells her. “They think I did something.”

Allison has to ask. “What do they think you did?”

Police sirens signal that their time to chat is running out.

“Murder,” Diego answers.

Allison can’t help but ask, “Did you?”

“No, no, no, of course not, okay?” Diego insists. “Y/N was there too. Why would you ask that about me, anyway?”

“She isn’t here. And I mean, you do carry knives with you everywhere.”

“Yeah, okay, we're gonna have to split, okay?” Diego says. “I'm in charge.” He looks over at her. “Remember? Viktor needs you.”

“Don't do anything stupid, okay?” Allison says. Diego because she isn’t the sister that is usually telling him that. And he’d promised that sister that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Now here he was about to get arrested. She was not going to be happy about that.

“Drop it!” The officer tells Diego.

“Weapon on the ground, Diego.”

Diego winces in pain as his injured arm is pulled roughly.

“I expected better from you, Chuck,” Diego says.

“I got orders,” Beaman says, “You and your glowing sister. Don't make this harder than it already is.”

“Glad she’s not here then,” Diego admits.

“Diego Hargreeves, you're under arrest on the suspicion of the murder of Detective Eudora Patch.”

“Rodriguez, I thought we were friends.”

“You killed a cop, asshole.”

“You have the right to remain silent,” The cop continues. “Anything you say - can and will be used against you.”

Diego spits at him. “Use that against me.”

She can’t believe what she is seeing when she does find him. "Luther?!" She stares in shock at her hulking brother's clearly inebriated form. Shirtless and dancing like a maniac.

"Y/N/N!" Luther gestures for her to come closer and hugs her a bit too tight. He doesn't notice the way she winces at the pinch of pain in her arm. She had a feeling he'd torn a couple of her stitches, causing her to drop the Wisps forms. Her powers return to her and make her glow. He sets her back on her feet. Her hand goes up to her injured arm. "Guys! This is my sister, Y/N. You should see what you can do!"

"Her aura is so bright," someone says. She flinches back when she feels someone touch her face.

"That's nothing. You should see the Wisp!"

"Hey! Watch it. That's not my aura. It's my powers," she says, pulling back and swatting away the hands that reach for her with her good arm. She turns back to Luther. "Luther, we need to find Klaus and go home."

Her brother looks around almost comically but comes up with nothing. "But this is fun!"

She sighs. She knows she can’t physically move him. What choice does she really have. "Right, just stay here. I’m going to find Klaus my way. Don't you dare wander off on me," she points at Luther. "Okay, big brother? I need you to have my back."

"Yeah, of course," Luther nods. "Guys watch this," he says when she closes her eyes and summons multiple small orbs again. She ignores the oohs and ahhs around her and sends them out to search. "Crazy, right? So cool." She hears Luther say. "Hey, don't touch." Luther scolds someone when she feels a hand in her hair, but it's gone before she can bring more attention back.

"Klaus!" She shouts and turns to Luther. "Don't leave."

"I won't!" Luther says but she decides to leave a small whip orb with him. She goes to where she had seen their brother.

"Klaus!" she shouts, but his form is almost too still, and others seem to be gathering around him. She can feel dread creep up her spine. "Klaus, please!” She slaps his cheek. Ignoring the chatter and stares around them as her body glows intensely blue from her anxieties shining through the Wisp inside her. He wasn’t breathing. She must have said it out loud because someone comes closer and starts giving him CPR. Her normally well-maintained focus to keep the Wisp down is gone as she watches the stranger try to revive her brother. The orb she left with Luther fades as she pleads with Klaus. "Come on! You don't get to leave me too!" She can feel tears on her face as she begs. "This isn't how Five saw it, and you don't get to go without me. I can't lose both you and Ben. I can't." She lets out a laughing sob as Klaus seems to come around.

"Sunshine?" Klaus blinks at her.

"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" She shouts as she scrambles to her feet, pulling him up and into a hug. He feels her shake.

Klaus feels a hint of guilt as Ben berates him for upsetting the one sibling that routinely cared for them. "Hey, Sunshine, I'm okay," Klaus assures her, wiping some of the tears off her face. "I'm sorry, I was…trying to help Luther."

"Luther!" She gasps, her hand going to Klaus' and dragging him back to where she had left Luther, but he was gone. She curses in every language she knows. Earning odd looks from the people around them. “ I told him to stay here. I left a Wisp with him, but I lost it when you weren't waking up."

"Sorry," Klaus says as they look around. She finds out that Luther had been kicked out. "Are you bleeding?" He looks at her arm. "We need to get that taken care of."

"We need to find Luther!"

"We can do both," he says.

They track Luther back to the Academy, and Klaus can tell his sister is practically dead on her feet. The search and panic attack she had when she found him seemed to drain any energy reserves she had been surviving on. She could hardly protest when Grace redoes her sutures and tucks her in. She’s out before Grace even leaves the room. The Wisp a dim glow in the dark room as he closes the door.

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