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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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Missing You

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Klaus is in Dallas when he runs into a familiar face. Warnings: Trans male pregnancy, mentions of major character death, mentions of war, mentions of substance abuse Word Count: 945 Ship(s): Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz

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A/N: So this idea had been rattling around in my head for quite some time and I decided that I was going to turn it into a drabble instead of fleshing it out into a huge fic. I hope that you all enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Over the past several years living back in the past, Klaus had gotten very good at juggling all the things that he had to do. For the first year he had been hiding a pregnancy while also performing shows for the wealthy elite that were friends with the kindly woman that took him in after that first date. The second and third year he was balancing being a father with all the trials and tribulations that came along with that as well as running a cult. He had succeeded pretty well, though he had to admit that Ben had saved his bacon more than once.

He now had a third and fourth thing added to that pile, though. He had gone back to Dallas so that he could have a break in the mansion and just spend at least a week with his son where he wasn’t surrounded by his fanatics. He should have known that the second he returned back to the place where he had been when he first arrived in the past that his family would find him and an apocalypse would follow.

So now, he was walking around Dallas with his son following dutifully behind him and a collection of posters clutched in his other hand. He paused when he saw a hardware store with a large glass window, which would be the perfect place to hang one of the missing peron’s posters that he had been until then taping to trees and telephone poles.

“Stay close to Daddy, okay, Noah?” he said carefully as he looked down to make sure that his son was still right beside him where he had been moments prior.

“I know, Daddy,” Noah replied. The toddler was absolutely brilliant, something that he had no doubt gotten from his sire given Klaus’ own childhood unwillingness to talk and his struggles in school. He had Klaus dark skin and wild curls, but they were blond instead of brown and his eyes were the same shining blue that the love of Klaus’s life had been. Noah was the entire reason that Klaus had kept pushing through after everything that he had been through.

“Can I help you?” an all-too-familiar voice asked as they walked around the back counter where the register was.

Klaus turned around and then felt his heart stop in his chest. Standing before him was none other than the other half of Noah, the man that he had fallen so in love with that he was desperate to change the worst part of who he was just to be a good enough person for him. He was much younger than he had been the last time that Klaus saw him, his jawline a little less sharp and his face completely clean shaven, but it was him nonetheless.

“Dave,” he breathed out as he felt his heart dramatically spring back to life in his chest.

“That is, uh, that is what it says on my nametag,” Dave nodded as he fiddled with the cheap plastic pierced through his work apron.

A sorrowful mourning filled his stomach as he remembered that this was before he had met the other man. Of course it was, it had to be. Dave had enlisted just after the Kennedy assassination and he had been serving for a while before Klaus dropped right into Vietnam. This was before they had ever met, before Dave had died, and before their son had been conceived.

He had to push back the feelings that he had. He wanted desperately to convince Dave not to enlist so that he would go on living, even if that meant that they would never get to spend those glorious nine months together. He knew that he couldn’t do that though, not with how full of love his heart was for his son. Their son would never exist if they didn’t cross paths. And Dave was a figment of the past at this point, a memory that had already happened and that Klaus would meet in the future.

“Right, uh, sorry,” he shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. “Would you mind if I hung one of these up in your window?”

Dave reached out and their fingers brushed together as he took the missing person’s flier from Klaus. “Yeah, of course,” he nodded. “I’ll hang this up as soon as I can, okay?”

“Thank you, it’s much appreciated,” Klaus promised. He tucked the rest of the posters underneath his arm and then scooped Noah up into his arms, tucking him against his hip. “Come on, buddy. We’re going back to Auntie Allison’s house so you can take a nap.”

“Oh, is this your son?” Dave asked, his face lighting up in excitement when he saw the toddler. Back when they were serving together, Dave had mentioned how much he loved children. Klaus knew that if they had been able to stay together then he would have adored their son.

“Yes, this is Noah,” Klaus chuckled. “Can you say hi?”

“No,” Noah tucked his face into his father’s shoulder instead of facing Dave, which made the aforementioned blond laugh.

“Sorry, he’s shy,” Klaus explained.

“I understand. My little sister was just the same when she was that age,” he explained. “I’ll see you around town. Hope that you find your missing person.”

Klaus could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable and trying to end the conversation. Dave hadn’t been a very social person when they were together, much preferring to stay tucked away in their tent or hotel room. He took one last, longing look before he left to continue his quest of putting up the posters.

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spooky-boi-writes · 1 year

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Born sick

Boarding School for Troubled Teens and Young Love Universe

Words: 4088

Ships: Klaus Hargreeves x David Katz

Summery: Dave was stuck. He was forced to go to a boarding school in his uncle’s desperate attempt to make him straight and homophobic. Klaus was crazy; everyone in the school said so, even the teachers. Dave is rooming with Klaus. What could go wrong? (Hint: only thing that goes wrong is uncle Brian’s attempts to make Dave straight)

TW: Klaus hallucinates but no illness is named, Homophobia

Notes: First time writing Klave! This was going to be a one shot but I decided I’ll probably make a series of oneshots of this universe abt these two silly little guys

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Dave stepped off the bus, suitcase in hand. He looked up to see a gate blocking off some prestigious looking school. Fuck this. God, why did uncle Brian have to find out? Why would aunt Janie tell him? Why did she read his diary?! Why did he even have a diary?! He's a fifteen year old boy, he shouldn't need a little black notebook to write his fucking feelings in. Everything sucks. He's stuck at a goddamn therapy boarding school and everything sucks.

He grabbed his bag and stepped up towards the gate, getting startled by the guard he hadn't seen until then.

"Full name, please." The tired, tall person sighed.

"Uh, David Joseph Katz." He instinctively straightened his posture, intimidated by the tall figure adorned in navy blue.

"Oh. You're that one." Dave stiffened in discomfort. "Well, don't worry, we'll fix you. Come in."

"Fix what?!? There's nothing about me to fix, asshole!" is what Dave would have said if he didn't fear getting his ass beat. Instead, he nodded and waited for instruction. The figure opened the gate and led him into the tall building. They passed other uniformed adults in the hallway until they reached a front desk.

"David Katz." The gate keeper said.

The receptionist nodded her head. "We'll lead him to his room to get set up. Mr. Hughes," Another person appeared, in a different uniform from the gate keeper but still navy and ominous. "This is Mr. Hughes. He'll be leading you to your dorm you'll be residing in for the visible future. If you have a problem with your dormmate, neighbors, or the placement of the room please notify one of us." the scarily monotone voice of the receptionist recited.

Mr. Hughes led the boy along narrow winding hallways, countless doors on either side of the two. It was silent for a few minutes, but then Mr. Hughes spoke up. "If you want some advice, look out for your roommate. He's our most troubled student."

"R-really?" Dave stuttered out.

"Yep. The reason you're even being placed with him is because no one else wants to replace his old roommate."

"What'd he do?" He eyed the older man. He seemed nicer than the others, but he still worked here and that is a glaring red flag.

"To get in here? A number of things, but the tipping point for his father was him trying to catch a mausoleum on fire." Mr. Hughes stared straight ahead, voice not containing the smallest waver or shutter.

"Aren't those made of like... stone?" Dave tilted his head.

"Granite. He was very heavily inebriated at the time." Mr. Hughes stopped at a door. "Ready to meet him?"

"As I'll ever be, I guess." The man knocked on the door.

"Come in~" A high voice responded. Mr. Hughes opened the door to another boy, around Dave's age, lounging on one of two beds in the room.

Holy. Shit.

He was the prettiest person Dave had ever seen.

He had short messy hair in pretty ringlet curls, what looked like eyeliner but was probably pen, and just straight up wasn't wearing pants. He was sewing something on his lap, but definitely not wearing pants.

"Mr. Hargreeves, please put your pants on." Mr. Hughes seemed to be biting back a smile.

"Oh but Mister Luke, is this not a free country? Am I not allowed to live life for me and do the things I love?" He batted his eyes.

"Not here you can't. Now get that stuff off your eyes before you end up punched."

"Mister Luke, did you just threaten to punch me?" He stood from the bed, rainbow cheetah print underwear on full display. "That's a threat, dear sir. Maybe you need to go to prison boarding school." He took a wipe to his makeup.

"Yeah yeah, kid. You're lucky it was just me. Oh and here's your new roommate, Mr. Katz." Mr. Hughes stepped back to the door. "Well I need to leave before I get in trouble. Klaus, do us all a favor and don't scare him too much, alright?" He paused, eyeing the sewing project. "Klaus if you're sewing your pants into a skirt again I'm not covering for you this time."

"No promises!" 'Klaus' sang as the older man left, shaking his head. "So, 'mister Katz'," the other boy mocked, Dave still too shocked to do much. "What brings you here? Attempted murder? Theft?"

"Uhm... Well..." Dave started but was quickly cut off.

"Don't worry, whatever you did I've done a thousand times worse." He sat back down on his bed, still not wearing pants, and went back to his project.

"My... uh... my uncle found out I had a crush on our neighbor..."

"What is this, Gnomeo and Juliet? You had beef with the neighbors, became a simp, and got sent here?"

"Well... the neighbor 'sa boy.." Dave shifted his weight, looking seemingly anywhere but the boy in front of him.

"Oh. Oh you sweet summer child. I've broken so many laws, me kissing men didn't even make dear old daddy flinch." Klaus seemed to notice how uncomfortable Dave looked. He stood up and reached out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Klaus, but you can call me whatever you want," He winked. "If you can look past a criminal record longer than my billionaire father's paycheck, we're gonna make great friends." Dave smiled and took his hand.

"I'm Dave. The only law I've ever broken was when I jaywalked at about ten years old."

"Ah, rebellious." He smiled the most adorable goddamn smile Dave has ever seen. "Well, seen as we're both vile criminals, we need to be friends. In solidarity, y'know?"

"Well, if we have to, I suppose we can make do." Dave smiled wide.

~~~~~

Dave hit Klaus over the head with a pillow as hard as he could.

"Piece of shit! Get off me!" Klaus screamed, trying to shove Dave off of his bed.

"Absolutely not! This is what you get for stealing my bacon this morning, asshole!" Klaus laughed maniacally.

"Worth it!" Dave continued hitting Klaus over the head as the kids laughed, until a loud bell sounded throughout the dormitory.

"Oh shit! We need to do school here!" Klaus pushed Dave off him and jumped to their shared closet. Dave pushed next to him and pulled out his uniform, taking off his pajamas and pulling on his dress shirt and pants. Klaus just pulled on his clothes, his pajamas a classy pair of neon yellow underwear.

They ran down to the school building and slid into their seats, putting their books on the desk as the bell rang. The teacher seemed to want to get them in trouble, but they weren't technically late, so she just went along with the math lesson. About two minutes in, a crumpled piece of paper landed onto Dave's desk. He shook his head fondly and opened the paper to Klaus' chicken scratch writing.

Y do they think math class @ 8 am is a good idea????

im dying here rn >:(((

Dave tried not to laugh and took out his pen.

They have a vendetta against you personally and want to watch you suffer. Obviously.

He crumpled the paper again and threw it onto Klaus' desk. Klaus frowned and picked up his pencil to write again, until a voice interrupted.

"Mr. Hargreeves, what are you writing about?" Mrs. Simmion put her hand on his desk, a fake smile blaring through his skull.

"I'm taking notes!" He flashed an innocent and equally fake smile.

"Why is it so crumbled?" She tilted her head, smile twitching.

"It's full of love."

"Let's hope that's a love of paying attention, lest you get detention." She smiled and turned to face the white board. Dave watched Klaus scribble something else onto the paper.

That was a close 1 shawty

Dave scribbled back and threw it at Klaus, only for it to get intercepted by Mrs. Simmion before he could read it. She looked Klaus in the eyes in her normal bitchy manor and opened it as harshly as she could.

"Ahem, why don't we read this for the class, Mr. Hargreeves? 'Why do they think math class at eight am is a good idea? I'm dying here, angry face.' Then, in other handwriting, it reads 'They have a vendetta against you personally and want to watch you suffer. Obviously.' Much lower on the page and in the first handwriting it reads 'That was a close one shawty' and the second person replied with 'Stop calling me shawty you do it too much.' Boys, does this sound like taking notes to you?" The entire class started laughing at the kids. Klaus was too busy laughing his ass off to reply, so Dave happily jumped in.

"Well ma'am, they are notes. Whether or not they're on the class material was not specified." He gave her the most shit eating grin he could muster. She looked him in the eye and crumbled the paper, throwing it towards the trash can. "Ah, ma'am, you missed."

"Well, you are going to be missing your free time, I'll see you two boys in detention." She returned to the lesson, Klaus and Dave having nothing to do but laugh and try to figure out what she was going on about.

Dave had really been enjoying his time there, which isn't something you usually hear from a kid who was locked in disciplinary boarding school. He started off being too terror-stricken to do anything wrong, the idea of a detention freaked him out for weeks. But then he really started hanging out with Klaus, spending most of their free time together and everything, and all of a sudden a few detentions didn't seem so bad.

Oh god Klaus. His mini crush from the first day didn't really go away, it mostly just got...worse. He'd notice himself looking at his smile a bit too long, or staring into his eyes a bit too intently, studying the greens mixing in his iris like he was going to be quizzed on them later. He... he didn't have a real crush on his new (and only actual) best friend. He just thought he was... nice. And so what if he thought about kissing that smile more times than he could count? That was between him and the scenarios he'd make up to fall asleep.

~~~~~

Dave sighed, feet hanging over the back of his chair and head resting on the desk he threw his school books on as soon as he had walked in.

"Will you sigh a little quieter, Mr. Katz? I'm trying to grade." Mr. Hughes rolled his eyes. Rather than being stuck with Mrs. Simmion, Mr. Hughes was on detention duty and they were taking it as prime time to do anything but homework. Was it really homework if you lived at the school? They should be pardoned from homework if the home they go back to is still school.

"Mr. Hughes stop being sassy, you're being a bad role model." Klaus said, not looking up from where he was scribbling on a loose piece of paper. "Keep talking like that and we'll end up gays."

"Oh no." He deadpanned, looking at the teenager who still didn't look up from his page.

Dave zoned out for a little while, possibly also falling asleep, before a question popped up in his mind.

"Hey Mr. Hughes?" He turned his head to the playfully annoyed adult. "When you were leading me to my room on the first day, why'd you say all that stuff about Klaus?" Klaus gasped and put his hand on his heart, finally looking up from his paper.

"Lukie bear you talk about me!"

Mr. Hughes chuckled. "I wanted to freak you out. I knew you were both cooler than straight people and had hoped and assumed you'd be okay with his... antics, so I acted like he was some crypted."

"You know me so well, Lukie pookie." Klaus made heart hands at Luke, ending up with a book thrown at his head and Dave cry laughing on the ground.

Mrs. Simmion was not pleased when the two came into class with no homework done and stories of books hitting skulls being told to the other boys.

Dave still didn't know what Klaus was drawing on that page.

"What do you think is the worst part of this school?" Klaus took a bite of his shitty cafeteria sandwich a few months later, feet kicking around from the railing he sat on.

"Everything. Everything here sucks." Dave opened the applesauce that smelled like wax and mold. "I wish me and you could just... leave. Find a place, get minimum wage jobs, and never deal with this shit ever again." he threw the applesauce into the bushes in front of him, releasing a pathetic 'splat' sound as it hit the ground. "Maybe Mr. Hughes will adopt us. He's nice."

"Why does he even work here? He has, like, a soul." Klaus dipped the tip of his shoe into the sad sauce, barely holding onto his improvised seat.

"Probably to take care of the kids, 'n not treat them like the others do." Dave flicked a bit of the extra applesauce that fell on his plate onto Klaus' foot.

"He's nice." Klaus rubbed his apple foot onto Dave's pant leg, who then promptly threw him off the hand rail.

~~~~~

Klaus sprang from his pillow and gasped, glimmering with sweat and tears, breathing heavy so each inhale was a gasp and exhale a shaky unrelieved sigh. Dave woke as soon as Klaus had, and looking over at his roommate, he crawled out of bed and next to Klaus'.

"Hey, Klaus, it's okay. I'm here, you're not alone." Dave started trying to calm the boy down. "Can I touch you?" Klaus simply nodded, too frightened to get a word out. Dave touched his shoulder kindly but firmly, just to confirm to Klaus he was real. "It's Dave, it's okay..." Dave was glad he knew what he was doing now. The first few times, he flailed around the room until Klaus cried to sleep. He was more trained now, and knew how to comfort his friend, just like Klaus learned how to comfort him.

Klaus stayed silent, staring straight ahead and visibly trying not to cry, but he still grasped for Dave to come closer, an anchor while he drowned in rivers of nightmares and flashbacks and old visions. Dave was his to cling to, and god be damned if Dave didn't cling right back, Klaus was his anchor too.

Dave crawled into the bed, putting himself around the shaking teen, rubbing his hands up and down his arms and whispering sweet nonsense into his ear. The teen leaned into the boy, trying to breathe deeply or steadily or anything to just stop hyperventilating. Dave tried to walk him through a breathing exercise, with not the greatest success, but he kept going until Klaus' breathing was as even as they could get it.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Dave barely whispered, leaning his head into Klaus' shoulder. "You don't have to, if you don't wanna, I mean."

"Same as usual, you know the drill," Klaus leaned more of himself onto Dave, exhaling and releasing some of the tension from his shoulders. "Silly little hallucinations felt a little too real for comfort, daddy was there too, whole nine yards."

God, the hallucinations. Dave got chills whenever they were brought up and he wasn't even the one burdened with them. Klaus saw things no one else could, and neither teen knew why. During the first couple weeks, Klaus had explained he saw things no one else could and that's all the information he had. Didn't know why, if something was seriously wrong, anything. Dear old daddy just put him in more situations where they could fuck with him as some screwed type of exposure therapy, and the doctors here didn't give a shit. The doctors here aren't concerned with helping people, they're concerned with their paychecks. He went from a father who made things worse to doctors who wouldn't help or care about him. All he could rely on was Dave and the fact that even if he had to deal with hallucinations, there was a sense of consistency in them. He saw the same people, or things, regularly and it was usually only those few. He named them, talked to them when they were standing around, and coped. But sometimes, when he remembered the backstory his brain wouldn't stop trying to convince him was real, he'd wake up screaming or crying, or have full (and silent) meltdowns in the middle of class.

"It's okay, darlin'. I'm here, I'm real, you don't gotta worry." Dave shushed.

"Are you though?" Klaus thought out loud. "Sometimes I feel like you're another hallucination. Not one of the bad ones or anything, but someone my brain made up to cope with how fucked I am." Dave didn't really know how to reply, but he didn't have time to think before Klaus kept going. "Y'know, if it is true, you're the best thing my brain's ever made up."

Dave thought about what he was going to say, but before he could heard soft snoring from the person lying on his chest. He fell asleep with his best friend snoring in his arms and a soft blush on his cheeks.

~~~~~

The all boys delinquent school had collaborated with the all girls delinquent school for a dance.

"You all need to talk to people outside of here, and the safest way to do that is with the other school for troubled children." Mrs. Simmion had said one Monday morning. "So, we decided to plan a dance for you all. It is in two Saturdays, seven to ten pm, and you will be wearing your uniforms." Dave doubted this was the safest way, and knew they probably just wanted to plan a dance and pretend they were in charge of a normal high school for a night. Nevertheless, two Saturdays later he and Klaus were getting ready for a dance.

"Does this skirt look too much like pants? Is it too long?" Klaus did a spin, finally an opportunity to wear his DIY skirt he was on his bed making nearly 9 months ago.

"Klaus, it's going to look a little like pants. They're pants you tore apart and put back together. And no it's not too long, you're just a slut at heart." Dave fluffed his hair for the umpteenth time that night, even though It wasn't to impress anyone. He only wanted to impress one person, but that person watched Dave eat cereal and milk with his bare hands the week before, so he didn't feel the need to attempt to charm around him. He was only fluffing his hair because he'd never been to a dance before. He was excited.

"Okay, thanks shawty." Klaus started applying his real eyeliner he stole from one of the girls at the other school a few weeks back. Dave gave up on stopping him from calling him shawty weeks ago. It was kind of cute, in its own weird Klaus way. Not to mention it felt on like strangely a pet name.

The two boys started their journey towards the dance hall, Dave trying to keep himself from grabbing his friend's hand and kissing him on the spot. He looked so fucking good. Klaus always looked good, but god dammit he was just glowing and confident and-

Dave had to tell him.

He hadn't necessarily planned on telling him about his frankly embarrassing infatuation, he wanted to keep that humiliating experience from happening. But seeing him tonight, smiling so wide in his DIY skirt and extravagant winged eyeliner, he didn't think he could go another day without telling him how he feels. How he makes him feel like he's in heaven in a place that should be hell.

But for now, he looped their arms together and walked in.

Dave didn't know anyone there, so naturally he followed Klaus around as he made small talk with one of the people from the all girls school, apparently the one he got the eyeliner from. After he'd talked to a few other probably queer people, they both sat in a corner and talked. About nothing and everything, they talked for hours. It wasn't the most awe-inspiring thing Dave had experienced, they'd talked until the sun came up countless times, but that night simply felt special. That night as a whole. The colorful lights illuminating Klaus' eyes, the cheap food they'd been sharing, Klaus just seeming so much more comfortable with the chance to express himself and being loud and boisterous and Klaus.

The two went outside for fresh air. Klaus had complained about the thermal tent around his legs, and Dave had walked with him along the street to wherever they were going. Klaus beat Dave up a hill they'd found, and flopped onto the grass. Dave fell next to him.

“I'm glad I met you." Klaus bumped the boy with his elbow and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“I'm glad I met you too."

“What do you like, have a crush on me or something?" Klaus lit the cigarette hanging from his mouth, very obviously joking. Dave found himself stuttering anyway, cheeks turning so red it was probably visible in the limited amount of light. "Oh my god, wait." Klaus propped himself up on his elbow. "DO YOU ACTUALLY?!" Dave's silence was all Klaus needed to throw himself at the boy, wrapping him in a hug. "Omg gay rights I can't believe this- I can't.” The teen rambled. "Do you actually?! I can't believe this- I seriously pulled a grade A hottie oh my god." He held the very, very confused Dave even tighter, cigarette being snuffed out in the grass during Klaus' elation.

“Wait- I'm sorry- what?" Dave sputtered out, holding Klaus back though not half as bone crushing.

“Oh. Did I miss interpret the situation?" Klaus immediately let go and scooted away. Dave looked at the two-ish feet of distance between them and frowned.

“You like me back?"

The smile that immediately lit up Klaus' face was all the answer Dave needed. Well, he also threw himself at Dave again, so it probably wasn't only the smile, but who's keeping track? Dave was too busy in nirvana to bother.

There they spent the night huddled underneath a blanket of stars, Klaus complaining his skirt made his legs cold and Dave holding him close to rectify, even though he knew it was a blatant lie.

~~~~~

When they eventually trekked back to their dorm building, it was far too late, or more so early, to walk back in through the front door and risk people asking questions about why the two queer kids were out all night. So, they snuck in through the window, and as Klaus jumped into their room with practiced ease, Dave was another story.

"Dave- Dave no. No- you just put your foot into the window, no that's the blinds. Your leg is through the blinds. Dave-" Klaus tried his best to help the more morally inclined boy through the window. They tried to keep down their giggling as Dave tried to unstick himself from the blinds, until the door burst open to show an exasperated Mr. Hughes.

"Where were you two last night?" He breathed, eyes shaken and hair frizzled. "I am on so many teachers' bad sides because of you two."

"We confessed our undying romantic appreciation for one another, motherfucker." Klaus smiled as he spoke.

"FINALLY." Mr. Hughes wheezed. "Do you KNOW how painful it was to watch each other flirt since the moment you met and not be able to mention anything?!" The manic look in his eyes grew a bit more manic. "Jesus christ! I found them!" He yelled down the hall. "They were in their beds, apparently." He said to another worker as he closed the door, leaving the two kids both blushing madly and stuck in a window.

"We should probably get me out of here and go to breakfast." Dave seemed to look anywhere but Klaus.

"Yeah, let's do that." Klaus pushed Dave onto the ground, effectively getting him free from his blind-foot purgatory. Dave smiled and shook his head sitting up. He let himself make goo-goo eyes at Klaus for a little while before standing up himself and getting ready for breakfast.

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eddies-guitar13 · 1 year

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Five: Klaus, it's four in the morning, why are you baking a cake and putting up decorations??

Klaus: i'm celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity.

Klaus: do you wanna join me?

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salvador-daley · 10 months

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Dead Sexy 💀😵🪦❤️

An Umbrella Academy AU feat. Pathologist!Dave + MorgueRegular!Klaus

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot but it already appears to be growing arms and legs so… here you go. Subscribe for more. More is coming.

CW: Repeated, temporary character death. Like, this fucker just won’t stay dead. Also, morgue stuff. Probably not for the faint of heart or delicate of stomach.

Inspired by @kawaiic0mmunism, to whom this is dedicated - for giving me brain rot. Thanks as always to @allisoooon for tolerating me.

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet:

“Mnnnnrgh!” the man groans, rolling onto his side. “Five more minutes. I was having the most amazing sex dream.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

Dave leaps away from the rack on which the man’s body is stretched - the man who just a moment ago Dave was quite sure was 100 per cent dead but who apparently is very much alive. He crashes into a nearby filing cabinet, sending a wide arc of coffee all over his white lab coat and sensible shirt while screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK!”

The man blinks his eyes open now. He props himself up onto one elbow and takes a look around, taking in the startled pathologist with his back pressed against the filing cabinet, the splashed coffee on the lino, the fluorescent lights of the basement mortuary, the open cooler next to him containing a body bag, and then finally the identical black bag half-wrapped around his own body.

“Ah, shit. It happened again.”

The guy sighs a weary sigh and sits up to get a better look at his surroundings, rubbing a hand through his curls and smacking his lips together. He seems far too relaxed about waking up in the morgue, which is in direct contrast to Dave, who is still struggling to come to terms with what he’s seeing.

“You-you-you… YOU’RE DEAD!”

The guy gestures at himself, fanning his hands up and down his body. “Well, clearly not.”

“But you-you were! You were dead!”

The guy rolls his eyes and swings his legs over the side of the rack, still encased in the body bag. “Yeah, kind of an occupational hazard.”

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autie-hobbit · 5 months

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TEN MONTHS UPDATED TEN MONTHS UPDATED TEN MONTHS UPDATED!!!! Y'ALL, I'M LITERALLY SO EXCITED!!! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICS!!! AND IT FINALLY UPDATED!!!

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test-test-one-two-three · 2 years

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having Umbrella Academy songs hurt sometimes

i’ve been working on a TUA fic centered around Klaus, and on a playlist ON SHUFFLE, i got Soul Kitchen from The Doors and then Mary from Big Thief and the perfect order and switch gave me both whiplash and made me so fucking sad

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narielscoffee · 1 year

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I love Klaus Hargreeves so much. Sorry for making him suffer. 😭

Hey, I'm here again! Wanted to share some of my old drafts and here I am!

Trigger Warnings: This has a little bit mentions of violence, blood and death.

Summary: Klaus reminiscense Dave. He misses him, he misses him so much.

Word Count: 1,242 words.

Note: I posted this on AO3 as well, the link is at the end if you want to read it there.

Let Me Sleep All Night In Your Soul Kitchen

Pitter-patter.

He lays flat on his back on the living room couch. A cigaret between his fingers, humming to the slightly far away voice of 'The Doors' coming from his phone's speakers.

Their voice meddles with the voices of the ghosts around him. He can't quite understand the lyrics sometimes but he knows them by heart already, it is okay.

What is the voice of death around him to the voices in his head anyway?

I know that you can do it, Spook.

He falls so, so deep sometimes. In his head, in his memories. He gets lost and memories keep popping out and he can't stop them. Maybe he doesn't want to.

Pitter-patter.

A soft voice calling his name. A gentle hand caresses his cheek. Chapped lips pecking his own. Beautiful sea blue eyes looking at him like he is the most precious treasure in the world.

I am always right here, love.

He takes another drag, he inhales it until his lungs burns and lets it out.

A memory. A reminder.

He can still hear the gunshots and bombs landing. The gravel and mud under his boots. He can still feel the branches on his skin, scratching him. The feeling of blazing sun.

Pitter-patter.

The smell of blood and gunpowder. The blood of their fallen brothers. The smell of Dave's blood. The feeling of his blood on his hands, under his nails. The shouting, the screams. Screams of a man who lost something, his everything.

Dave? Dave! Stay with me! Medic! We need a medic!

He takes a last drag from his cigaret and puts it out on the ashtray. He opens his eyes and realizes with blurry eyes that he is crying. But he doesn't feel the heaviness, a need to cry. It is a silent cry that even he, himself, is surprised.

Pitter-patter.

He wipes his eyes and sits up. He looks around to take account of the ghosts lingering around.

They sprawled around mumbling curses. Walking around and leaving a trace of blood behind them which is wiped away after a moment. They cry and wail at him or just space out.

The dead nannies never left him alone since their childhood and he doesn't expect them to at this point. They always look disgusted with him and his siblings.

He puts his head to his hands and breaths for a moment. It is so fucking loud and he doesn't know what is real or not anymore.

Pitter-patter.

He lifts his head and looks outside from a window. It is raining. How he didn't realize it?

He gets up and makes his way to the window. He puts his hand to the glass and looks up. The sky is gray and full of clouds. It is raining like the heavens are crying for something that they lost.

Gloomy.

Yes, that's the word, gloomy. It makes him want to curl into himself and cry for eternity, like a lost child. Like the child inside he is.

Hey, don't be like that, love.

He turns around and walks to the courtyard, like he is in trance. He turns the doorknob and opens the door. A chilly and moist air slaps his face. He lets out a relieved sigh and steps outside with his bare feet.

He feels the wet and cold ground and earth. He walks until he is in the middle of the courtyard. His clothes get wet in seconds and he opens his arms, smiling to the sky.

He stops and waits. Closing his eyes he listens to the sounds rain makes.

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

A strong wind shakes the trees and leaves scatter around.

What is in your beautiful head?

He twirls around suddenly. Moving instinctively, whatever his body wants. Whatever he wants. He jumps and lands on a puddle of water and splashes water everywhere.

Giggling to himself he runs and jumps around. Another puddle, another and another. Clothes and hair sticking to his skin.

He twirls around dancing to a tune that only he can hear. He steps and turns, like he did in that nightclub. Like they did.

He feels anger build inside of him suddenly. A yearning. A sudden urge to destroy something.

Unfair.

Feelings filling to the brim and he just can't take it anymore. It fills and fills and fills and fills and-

It pours out.

He lets out a choked out cry. And it gets out with so much force that his throat hurts.

He screams and shouts. To the sky, to ghosts, to his dead bastard of a father, to war, to himself, to everything.

To Dave.

His cries turn into loud, heartbreaking sobs and he falls to his knees. Clawing at the ground, soil under his nails. He punches the ground and hisses when his hand hurts. He curls into himself and falls to his side. Sobbing with an unbearable heartbreak.

His cold heart hurts and he misses. He misses so much. He misses his soldier boy so much. He misses his gentle and warm hands. He misses his voice.

He misses his eyes.

His hand finds the dog-tags and holds it tightly. His thumb caresses the name over and over again. A muscle memory. A habit.

His heart is heavy and he feels so numb to everything. Like he is a living corpse. An empty shell of a man who he used to be. Like the ghosts that haunt his nightmares.

Breathing was never that hard before and he just wants to disappear.

He feels the rain hitting his skin and he's oh so, so tired.

"Klaus?"

He almost missed the voice due to his thoughts and the rain hitting the ground. He lifts his head and looks at the source of the voice. His breath hitches and he can't fill his lungs with air. His head feels like cotton filled in it and his skin doesn't feel like his.

"Klaus? What is wrong?"

It takes a lot more time than he wants to admit to understand the question his brother asked him.

But he doesn't find it in him to form a sentence, a word.

And Ben understands. He always understands.

"Let's take you inside, hm? A bath, you love baths." He crouches down and holds his arm and helps him sit up.

Klaus blinks back the black spots forming in his vision and takes the hand Ben offers to him. And he realizes the moment he holds his hand that he is freezing. He is shaking. Tremors jerkes his body when he stands up, his knees almost giving out under him but Ben steadies him.

"It is okay. I am here. I am here." He whispers.

And Klaus knows, he knows that he is. But the void in his heart is never gonna get filled again. He needs to live with it even though it is hard and it leaves him breathless in its wake.

Even though he feels like he can't.

Everything's gonna be alright my love.

But he knows that he is not alone anymore. He can't fill it but maybe, just maybe he can make it bearable.

Maybe he just needs to learn.

That's it.

"I am here, Klaus."

He cries burying his face to his brother's shoulder on their way.

"I know." He says, whispers. He is not sure if Ben hears him but he says it anyway. "I know."

The squeeze on his shoulder is all the answer he needs.

-The End. (May have a continuation, who knows?)

I hope you enjoyed!

See you in another story! ❤️💜

You can read this on AO3 as well.

#fanfic #the umbrella academy #tua #ao3 writer #ao3 stuff #ao3fic #klaus hargreeves #writer blog #ben hargreeves #dave katz #tua klave #klave

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