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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

Ao3

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.

#klave #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #no powers au #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #fanfic #writing

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i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky · 1 year

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So I'm basically thinking that in Vietnam, Klaus was probably sent on a similar mission that he was told he most likely wouldn't be coming back from, and that is why he immediately went "oh, this is just like back then, so it's a suicide mission". This could be fuel for so much delicious Klave angst! I'm thinking they got split up, only Klaus got sent on the mission and Dave had to stay back and was sure he'd never see Klaus again and there's arguing and Feelings(TM). But Klaus did come back of course, only with the viewer's hindsight, maybe he only came back thanks to his, as of that time unknown, little resurrection ability... Anyway, not a super innovative idea, it just plopped into my head when I saw the gif set!

YES AND ALSO ALSO ALSO

i still think that the commission could try to take him out for time traveling to the 60s and fucking up the timeline and they, in fact, DID take him out but soon enough understood it was pointless :') this is the ONLY excuse i can take to explain why no one hunted him down in s2 for agreeing to start a cult and changing lives of a shit ton of people. yet another suicide mission.

but!! speaking of klave angst,,,,,,,, not to self-promo shamelessly, but i have a fic in which dave was the commission agent assigned to kill klaus in the 60s. and immortality happens <3 (also this is not the commission-commission TM fic, it's just... the premise).

okay back to the topic. i'm sure klaus died in vietnam at some point anyway, maybe even more than once. maybe dave even witnessed it but thought that klaus was just That Lucky. who knows. imagine how bad klaus felt when he found out he was immortal? i'm sure he thought he could've taken that shot instead of dave.

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gatoplanet · 2 years

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do you have any feminine dave hcs? I love your work btw!!

aaaaah YOU deserve the damn world thank you friend 🥺

from what we've seen of him, and especially the way brian jumped straight to violence with him, i think once dave was somewhere he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down, he'd probably have a lot of traditionally feminine traits!! he's soft-spoken, even when he's angry with klaus in s2, and caring enough to reach out and reassure klaus when he's visibly scared. one of the four words klaus comes up with to describe him to diego is vulnerable. just a buffet of things that brian would have seen as unmasculine, but that never quite got hammered out of dave before either of the times he met klaus. i think it would be so freeing for dave when klaus fell in love with him not just in spite of those qualities, but because of them - and when klaus actually considered them part of what made dave an attractive man

i think once they're somewhere that allows for it, dave is a very gentle person. he can be crass and fuck around and drink four shots of whiskey at once (cody what??) but it's all stemming from humor and enthusiasm, not aggression. i can see him sometimes being shocked by quite how deep klaus's self destructive tendencies go, but he's just gentler with him to compensate. klaus has sharpened all his edges for his own protection, and i think anyone who fell in love with him would need to have the softness to bounce back from unintentional hits, wrapped around a solid core that klaus couldn't chip away at even if he tried

and if we're talkin abt sweet beloved davina that's a whole other post lmao, in my heart she and nikola are like if you took the mild to moderate goth/jock energy of canon klave and turned it up so far past 11 that you broke the dial. get you a gf who can tenderly bench press you

#kat planet’s klave hour

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cowboyklaus · 1 year

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I love your TUA fics honestly one of the best writers out there! Are you working on anything?

hi hello!! you are very kind! I haven't been writing a lot recently, partially because I've been spending a lot of time on my side blog doing fact checking instead. I do have a few wips that have been languishing in my google docs, though!

I've got a 1.6k klave vietnam one shot that needs finishing, because I miss the season 1 tua fandom. the concept is something like, Klaus makes lots of jokes about queerness, Dave assumes he's homophobic, they become friends but he's afraid of Klaus finding out, tries to act Extra Straight in a way that Klaus finds uncomfortable, and he then assumes that Dave is homophobic. I love a bit of unnecessary miscommunication <3

#fic #thank you anon <3

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mlmklaus · 3 years

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thinking about how dave was the first person that klaus saw when he found himself in vietnam and how dave was the first person there to see him too. not sure what my point is here but it Means Something probably!!! gonna add some lyrics from the song first day of my life by bright eyes cuz its relevant to this post and in my opinion a very Them song !!

#klave #klaus x dave #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #tua #the umbrella academy #feel free 2 add on if u have any idea where i was goin with this. either way!#ohhh n if im wrong n dave Wasnt the 1st one klaus saw.....whoops #i should also mention dave's abs somewhere but thats just cuz thats also on my mind!!!!!!#that shot of him just waking up n locking eyes with this weird guy who just Appeared #lives in my head rent free bro!!!#christ i hope this is coherent #theres a lotta caffeine in me n i wanted 2 get this out there!!#p #my post

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mumblecorecleverclods · 4 years

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I wrote a Klave one shot! I haven’t written anything in forever, so it felt good to explore a character’s perspective.

#tua fanfic #tua season 2 #klave #klave fic #klaus hargreeves x dave #vietnam war #one shot #klaus hargreeves

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courtneytarynofficial · 3 years

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Trick ‘r Treat (My Halloween Sweet)

(Title is a link to story on AO3)

After causing his little girl to miss out on her first Halloween last year, Klaus refuses to allow himself to ruin it for her again! Costumes at the ready, and candy on the brain, what Halloween mischief will ensue?

Will everything go as smoothly as planned for his sweet, or will his health decide to pull a trick on him once again?

** Halloween one shot to accompany my daddy!Klaus series “Lullabies Go On, They Never Die, That’s How You And I Will Be”

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salvador-daley · 1 year

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High Altitude ✈️ 💒

A Klaus Hargreeves x Dave Katz AU

*taps microphone* Hello? Is this thing on?

Woo! I’m back with another instalment of The Klave Air AU Nobody Asked For! ✈️❤️

First, an apology; I’m sure you all thought this fic had been abandoned due to how delayed this update has been. Rest assured, I’ve been chipping away at this chapter the whole time and I’m hopeful it will have been worth the wait.

It’s been a super rough couple of months for old Salv and I really appreciate every single one of you who has taken the time to read, comment on and kudos this story. Your interactions are little rays of light through the clouds and I love you all. ❤️🥲

Special thanks to @allisoooon for beta services and the incredible Photoshop of Bride!Lila

Enjoy, my little chickadees! Xx

Snippet from Chapter 7: Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign

“Is it okay?” Lila takes a step back and looks down at her outfit, an ice-white A-line minidress embellished with silver sequins, coupled with a pair of white leather pixie boots.

“You look…” Klaus fumbles for the words. The ensemble has a sort of sixties feel to it, offset by a small pillbox hat and a delicate fishnet veil that hovers over her eyes. “Incredible,” he finishes.

“Really?” Lila looks down again and smoothes out the imaginary wrinkles. She looks so different. Granted, the look is a huge departure from her usual grungy attire - ripped leggings and safety pins in her ears, check kilts and Doc Martin’s with paint on them - but there’s something else there too. She looks nervous.

Klaus reaches out and takes her by the shoulders, bringing his eyes to hers. “You look like Jackie O’s prettier sister. I might just have to marry you myself.”

That seems to quell her jitters, if only momentarily. Klaus thrusts a shot under her nose and she downs it without hesitation.

“Okay, pre-flight checks. Do you have your something old?”

Lila thinks for a moment then points to the hat on her head. “Picked it up at a vintage store.”

“Something new?”

“The dress.”

“Something borrowed?”

Lila cringes. “No. But is it really that important?”

“Yes! It’s bad luck otherwise.” Klaus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small square packet. “Here,” he says, pressing it into her palm and wrapping her fingers around it. “Take this.”

Lila opens her fist. “A condom?”

“Yes. And it’s blue too!”

“Will this even work?”

“Oh, I doubt it. I’m pretty sure it’s expired.”

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astarryon · 5 years

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Love You, Sugar

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Dave

Warnings: Language, character death, angst

Summary: There’s a reason Klaus can’t listen to Total Eclipse of the Heart anymore, and it’s got everything to do with the only man who was ever allowed to call him sugar.

A/N: Listen, this has been bouncing around my head for days and I had to write it, like it was calling to me. I was really excited to explore a relationship between Klaus and Dave and don’t ask me why Dave is southern, I just took one look at him while watching the show and the man screamed proper southern gentleman, I don’t make the rules!! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and if you have any questions or comments, feel free to send them my way!

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The first time it happened, it had been an accident. Klaus wasn’t trying to take credit for anyone else’s accomplishments, nor was he trying to mislead his definite-crush-sort-of-boyfriend. The two of them were already fighting in the fucking Vietnam war; god knew Dave didn’t need Klaus lying to him on top of the humongous laundry list of shit he already had to deal with.

But... well, Dave still didn’t know that Klaus was a man out of time. Probably never would, either, if only because Klaus wasn’t sure he could explain the circumstances without sounding like a fucking crackhead. Which, okay, technically he sort of used to be, but that was irrelevant. He was two months sober now, and despite the fact that everything about his life was fucking insane, even he got concerned for his own well being when he tried to think about just how he’d ended up in 1968 Vietnam. If he couldn’t even explain it to himself, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to explain it to Dave.

Thus, the first incident.

“What’re you humming?”

Klaus popped an eye open, glancing over at the man laying beside him on the ground. It was dark, and the other soldiers part of their group were fast asleep. Klaus had been under the impression Dave was as well, but then, he also hadn’t realized he’d been humming in the first place. Turned out sobriety did absolutely nothing for his awareness.

“Nothing, sorry,” Klaus whispered, reaching over to squeeze Dave’s hand with his own. The two of them always made sure to be careful — they were close with the other soldiers, sure. War sort of demanded it. But even then, the nature of their relationship was dangerous out here. Honestly, Klaus had been a teenager in the 2000’s, and even he had never seen so many raging homophobes all in one place. Hypocritical ones, at that. Those with the loudest mouths were the same ones always propositioning him for dirty, dirty sex, not that he ever accepted. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, that wasn’ nothin’,” Dave insisted, squeezing Klaus’ hand back before scooting closer. The added warmth of his body was almost enough to make Klaus let out an obscene moan; it was god damn cold on the Vietnam war front. “There were words and stuff, I heard ‘em. What song’s that?”

Klaus would’ve loved to be able to share with this beautiful man the wonders and emotional drama of listening to Total Eclipse of the Heart for the first time ever — honestly, was there anything more defining in life? — but unfortunately, the song hadn’t technically been written yet. Klaus knew it, because Klaus was yet to be born for another twenty one years. He couldn’t just explain that quite so easily to Dave, though, so honestly... what was he to do?

“It’s not a song,” Klaus tried, hoping in vain that Dave would merely drop his questions. No such luck, as it would seem. “It’s just something that’s been stuck in my head a few days, that’s all.”

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Dave’s head. “So it’s yours?” he asked, moving his face closer to Klaus’. Oh, that wasn’t fair — how the fuck was Klaus supposed to come up with a decent cover story when the most beautiful fucking man he’d ever seen was flirting with him like some big tease? “You wrote that song?”

“I... wouldn’t say that...” A distracting hand was snaking its way up his torso, and Klaus knew his protests weren’t going to last very long if Dave wanted to get physical. They were still getting to know one another, still making sense of their feelings and their desires, but Dave seemed to have picked up on the fact that all it took was a little push before Klaus would be fully willing to give him anything he wanted. “Really, Dave, it’s nothing special.”

“Everything to do with you’s special, sugar,” Dave told him, grinning widely as his teeth flashed in the moonlight.

Klaus chuckled quietly, caught off guard at how easy it had been to laugh. They might’ve been in the middle of a war zone, Klaus might’ve been led to this place via torturous time traveling assassins, and his siblings may or may not have realized he was missing by now, but none of that mattered when he had Dave. Emotions were so easy to feel with this man that it was damn near insane.

He shook his head, breaking himself out of his own reverie. That was another thing about being sober — he had an obscene amount of space in his mind to think now, even with the ghosts who filled the trenches in waves. “Thought we talked about how you calling me that was a no.”

“We did no such thing,” Dave murmured into his ear, clutching him closer and closer. “You told me it makes me sound like some perverted small town hick—“

“It does.”

“—and I said it’s the only good name I got for you, seeing as you’re the sweetest soul I ever met.”

Oh, yes, that. How could Klaus have forgotten, considering the way those words made his stomach do flips?

“You need to go back to sleep,” Klaus whispered. He caved for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Dave’s mouth. It wasn’t what he actually wanted to do — Jesus, it wasn’t anywhere close to what he actually yearned for — but, again. They were surrounded by other people, in the cold dead of night, fighting a war in Vietnam. Whenever they did get the chance to be together, Klaus wanted it to be as special as he could possibly make it. Special, sensual, and private. “We’re gonna have to start moving in a couple of hours.”

Dave heaved a sigh, knowing full well that Klaus meant what he said and wouldn’t be budging any further tonight. “Fine,” he mumbled, surging up to give Klaus a proper kiss. His hands cupped Klaus’ face, fingers tangling in the curls at his temples, and the whole thing had caught Klaus so off guard that he gave a semi startled moan, parting his lip. Dave didn’t take advantage of it — a proper fucking southern gentleman, much to Klaus’ mild chagrin — but he did offer Klaus one last peck before moving down to lay his head on his chest. “Will you at least hum that song to me while I fall asleep? I liked the way it sounded.”

“Anything for you,” Klaus whispered back, closing his eyes and starting from the beginning.

—

“How’s that one part go again?”

Klaus shook his head, a fast grin betraying the exasperation he was trying to express. “Which part? There are a lot of parts.”

Dave’s grin only grew wider, and he boldly pulled Klaus back by the hand a few steps only to spin him around and press him back and up against a nearby tree. It was fine, really; the two of them were out on a walk, a well traversed trail by soldiers who had absolutely nothing better to do with their downtime, and no one else was around. Still, Dave had been getting pretty forward with his moves lately. It wasn’t a bad thing, especially not in Klaus’ eyes, it was just different.

“The one about sparks in the dark and shit,” he clarified. “Sparks flying? Is that right?”

It was difficult to hold the laughter back, but Klaus managed. He couldn’t very well make fun of Dave for not knowing the words to a song that hadn’t even been written yet, but still. Had anyone ever gotten the words to Total Eclipse of the Heart so wrong before?

“‘We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks,’” Klaus murmured, bringing up a hand to cup Dave’s cheek. “Those are the words you want.”

“’A powder keg’,” Dave repeated, face softening. His eyes scanned Klaus’ face, seemed to trace over each and every inch of his skin. “Christ above, my boyfriend’s a fuckin’ poet.”

Klaus widened his eyes in shock. There Dave went again, surprising him in a way no one had ever been able to before. “Sorry, what was that?” he asked, fully aware that he was grinning like an idiot. Oh, if only his family could see him now. He wondered what they might have to say. “Could you repeat that? I seem to have misheard.”

“Said you’re a poet, sugar,” Dave whispered, mirroring Klaus by cupping his cheek as well. “A poet with the most beautiful fuckin’ songs I ever heard in my life.”

And, well, Klaus knew it wasn’t exactly right to take credit for the song. Ben wasn’t present at the moment, luckily — he was usually very careful to allow Dave and Klaus their alone time, lest he see something he didn’t want to. He often gave Klaus mildly disapproving looks for letting Dave think the song was his own, but then again... how would he have explained otherwise? Wouldn’t it have been more cruel to break Dave’s mind with stories of time travel and the twenty first century? Surely that would be worse, right?

So, Klaus decided... fuck it.

“You know what?” he said, glancing down at Dave’s mouth. It was pink, plump, and it had been calling to Klaus every single day since the first time he’d seen it. No matter how many times he kissed it, the allure never seemed to dissipate. “You’re absolutely right. Your boyfriend is the most poetic, musically inclined bastard you’ve ever met.”

And with that, he crashed his lips to Dave’s, letting go of his worries and inhibitions and, for once in his life, allowing himself to be happy. Dave kissed him back, fiercely and passionately, and Klaus reciprocated further. He could only think one thought as the two of them went on, getting lost in the feel of on another beneath the Vietnam sun.

Thank you, Bonnie fucking Tyler.

—

“So who was it about, anyway?”

Klaus tilted his head in confusion, letting his fingertips dance over Dave’s palms. They were sat beneath the shade of a tree just at the edge of their base. “Who was what about?” he asked, half sure he already knew.

“Your Eclipse song,” Dave answered simply. When Klaus only blinked, silent and in need of a little more clarification, he rolled his eyes and tilted Klaus’ head back against his chest so he could get a better look at his face, just to make sure he wasn’t bullshitting. “There’s that part where you say ‘once upon a time I was fallin’ in love.’ Who were you in love with? An old girlfriend”

Oh, god damn it.

Being that Klaus had been hesitantly answering questions about this song to Dave for just about seven months, he had, at this point, fully committed to the lie. Or, maybe that was a bit too harsh of a word. He didn’t like to think he was lying to Dave, he was just... not exactly telling him the truth?

“That wasn’t about anyone specific,” Klaus murmured, letting his eyes skip closed. He could hear Dave’s heart beating through the thin cotton of his shirt, and that added to the warmth of the sun against his skin created a feeling that was just short of fucking Nirvana. “They’re just words, Dave.”

Dave snorted, and Klaus didn’t think he’d ever heard anything so beautiful. “Pretty words aren’t just words, sugar.”

Such a drama queen Dave was. He was almost as over the top with his antics as Klaus was, and that was saying something for a guy who’d lived his prime through the sixties.

“You,” Klaus began, pointing a finger up at Dave’s face haphazardly. He’d been aiming for his nose, but it felt like he’d actually made contact with his forehead. “Are the only person I’ve ever been in love with.”

Dave scoffed, catching Klaus’s hand with his own and pulling it down to his mouth for a kiss. “Shut up. Pretty boy like you? Ain’t no way.”

“Trust me, there is,” Klaus insisted, smiling fondly. “I... I don’t think I was in a place to fall in love before I met you. My family thinks I’m a joke, my friends... I didn’t really have any. You’re the first one to ever take me seriously.”

He breathed a beat, thinking over his words and how saying them out loud made him feel. Eventually, Klaus decided there was only one thing left to do with this situation.

“How about this,” he murmured, opening his eyes and pulling himself away from Dave’s chest in an effort to look him in the eyes. They were bluer than anything Klaus had ever seen before, and they were easily becoming his favorite color. “It’s for you.”

Save scrunched his eyebrows, the adorable little ‘v’ Klaus had come to hold so close to his heart forming between his eyes. “‘Scuse me?” There was a hitch in his voice, making the word come out a bit rougher than they normally would have in Dave’s deep southern accent. Klaus wondered if, maybe, Dave wasn’t quite as clueless about what he’d meant as he was pretending to be.

“The song,” Klaus clarified, curling his fingers around Dave’s palm. “My song. Total Eclipse of the Heart, it’s for you.”

“Klaus, you can’t just—“

“It’s for you, Dave,” he insisted, making it clear that this was nonnegotiable. “Take it, alright? The song, the words, my... my heart, god damn you. All of it’s for you.”

Tears, crystal clear and smooth as glass, began brimming in Dave’s eyes, a red blotchiness coloring over the tan skin of his face. That was something Klaus had seen only once before, just after Dave had found out that one of the soldiers he’d been good friends with back when they were kids had been blown to death by a stray landmine. Other than that night, which had been filled with a lot of hugging and sobbing into chests, Klaus had never seen Dave cry.

To think that he was crying over this, over the fact that Klaus was opening up to him, offering him his whole heart and all of his affections, even if it was with a song Klaus was falsely claiming... well, it felt good. Someone actually wanted him to want them. It was enough to make Klaus start tearing up himself.

“What are you crying for?” Klaus whispered, shaking his head in awe. “This is a happy thing, isn’t it?”

Dave laughed quietly, shaking his head and clutching Klaus tightly. “‘Course it’s a happy thing, Klaus,” he choked out, looking for all the world like he’d been given the grandest gift of all time. “I love you, sugar. You know that? I love you so much.”

Klaus felt his heart swell, the heady feeling of such a confession producing a bigger hit of dopamine than any of the drugs he used to mess around with could’ve hoped to manage. It was scary, how weightless he felt; was this just what it was like to be in love? Would it always be like this?

God, he hoped it would always be like this.

“I know,” Klaus chuckled, giving Dave the sweetest kiss he was capable of giving. It wasn’t much, wasn’t enough to calm the storm of emotions swirling within him, but it was enough. “I know.”

—

His ears were ringing, near constant gunfire overstimulating his senses and lighting the darkness with haphazard bursts of light. Something sticky and warm had come into contact with his hands, making his fingers slick and clumsy, and he could taste ash in his mouth. Men were shouting back and forth at one another over the cacophony of bullets spraying through the air — those were the desperate ones, the ones who thought if they screamed loud enough, the world might actually care enough to stop and listen long enough for them to get their shit together. Klaus had been one of those men up until about thirty seconds ago, when he realized he was wasting the short amount of time he had left calling for a medic who clearly wasn’t coming. Now he was trying to focus on holding it together long enough to comfort—

No. No, he couldn’t say it, couldn’t even think it to himself. If he did that, then it became real, and that meant that he was accepting this as his reality.

“K... Kl-Klaus,” Dave gasped, eyes blown wide with shock and terror. His uniform was darkening at a rapid rate from a central point on his chest, blooming like some kind of horrible, bloody flower. “S.... si—“ He cut himself off with a pained cry, though Klaus could scarcely hear it. The bullets whizzing through the air were stealing away from Dave what little room there was left for noise.

“Shhh, I’m here,” Klaus told him, doing his damnedest not to sob. He could cry on his own time, not on the little that was left of Dave’s. “I got you, okay? Everything’s... everything’s gonna be just fine, you hear me?”

Maybe it was a lie, and maybe Klaus knew that, but at this point he was willing to say anything if it meant that Dave would be even the slightest bit less scared.

“‘M s-sorry,” he choked out, a spray of blood flying from his lips. There was intention in his gaze, more words in his mind than he was capable of expressing, and it was clear that he as frustrated with that fact. “Sorry...”

“For what?” Klaus asked, voice and hands and everything shaking. His body was becoming heavy, and he found that it was no longer possible to detach himself from where he was clutching at Dave. All he could do was cry and hope and — for the very first time in his life — pray. “Don’t you apologize to me, you hear me? Just breathe, just... just stay with me, please, I—“

I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.

“Klaus,” Dave tried again. His voice was shaking, growing softer and softer with every breath he took. He moved to grab Klaus’ hand with his, grasp weak and fading, and Klaus subconsciously noted that Dave’s hands were covered in the same warm, sticky substance as his own. “L-Love... you...” He paused, trying to catch his breath but only causing himself to choke on more blood. Klaus knew in his heart that these sounds would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. “Will you... s-song? Our song?”

It took him a minute to register what Dave was asking for. Between the shock and terror, the disorientation and those awful fucking bullets, Klaus’ mind was being pulled in a million different directions. Concentrating on anything except Dave and the blood and the fact that he was dying, Dave was dying, why the fuck was this happening — it was damn near impossible. But eventually Dave’s words came back to him like a whisper echoing through a chamber, and Klaus understood.

So, he took Dave’s face in his hands, clutched him close, and began to sing. It wasn’t pretty — god, of course it wasn’t pretty. Most of it was a lot of Klaus choking and sobbing,

“Once... once upon a time... I was f-falling...” Klaus stopped, having finally mustered the courage to look at Dave’s face. “Baby?” he whispered, giving him a gentle shake. Dave’s skin had begun to grow cold, lips parted and eyes glassy. His color was fading, too, though Klaus was having trouble understanding how that had happened so quickly. He looked harder, searching for any sign that Dave was still in there, still fighting somehow, but...

There was nothing. Dave was gone.

“No, wait, Dave, please,” Klaus begged, squeezing his eyes shut. Some voice in his head told him maybe if he just thought hard enough his reality would alter. It had happened before, right? This couldn’t be real. “Come back to me... Dave, please come back to me.”

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been laying there. Minutes, maybe, or perhaps hours. Time was irrelevant then. All Klaus knew was that, eventually, other soldiers had been forced to pry him off Dave’s body in the dusky light of dawn. He’d put up quite the fight — one of the poor bastards had caught an elbow to the face, but he had no room to feel guilty over it — but in the end, he wasn’t strong enough to stop them.

They dragged him all the way back to base and sat him down inside his tent, not that he registered the trip or the constant stream of words flooding toward him from his fellow soldiers. Klaus couldn’t hear much of anything, in fact, except for one song on a loop in his head over and over again.

That damn song.

“Stay here, Hargreeves,” his sergeant commanded, fixing him with a pitying glance. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of dog tags — Dave’s dog tags — before dropping them over Klaus’ head and around his neck. Not everyone had known about Klaus and Dave, but there had been a lot of speculation, and Sergeant Langford had been the only one to know for certain. “You stay here until you get your shit together, got it?”

Klaus managed a weak nod, unable to do or say anything else. Sergeant Langford placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, then left in search of the field medic who had been absent during the battle. The man wasn’t three steps out of the tent before Klaus had located the briefcase that had brought him to Vietnam in the first place. He didn’t think twice before opening it, not much caring where it took him, only knew that he couldn’t stay in that place, not without Dave.

“I love you,” Klaus whispered into the darkness of the tent. He knew Dave’s ghost wasn’t present — not enough time had passed, he didn’t think, and he wasn’t sure that he was ready to see Dave like that quite yet. Still, it felt good just to say the words out loud. “I love you so much.”

He took one last glance around the tent, surveyed Dave’s minimal belongings — a spare pair of boots, his slept in cot, a paper bird that Klaus had made for him some days before. None of it looked any different than normal, and yet somehow the sights caused quite the sharp pang in Klaus’ chest.

“Love you, sugar,” Klaus whispered one last time into the silence. He collected the few belongings he had, kept Dave’s god tags close to his heart, and opened the briefcase, feeling himself be transported back to where he’d left off those ten months ago.

Klaus was returning to his own time period, to his own family, but without the one person who had ever made him feel whole, he would never be able to call it home again.

#Klave #klaus x dave #tua #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #dave #the umbrella academy #fanfiction #umbrella academy fanfiction #one shot #angst #fluff #listen i have a lot of emotions about this one in particular

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incorrectklavekatz · 1 year

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what is your favorite song scene in the umbrella academy in each season and overall

In season one it’s got to be Soul Kitchen by The Doors, not only is it by my favourite band but it’s got the klave scene, the whole thing was just gorgeous in my opinion. The longing stares, the dancing, the shots while linking arms (a traditional tying off for couples at weddings in multiple cultures), and the kiss on the beat drop??? Perfection. Soul kitchen is about Jim Morrison not wanting to leave a diner he loved, but having to anyway when it closes, and the song over any kind of relationship set in Vietnam is always heartbreaking, Klaus and Dave found a home and a safe space together and ended up losing it in the end.

Season two has to be the whole Klaus cult scene with Sunny by Boney M. Not so much any deep reason for this one like the last one, I just love the song and the colouring for all of it, and how floaty and happy klaus looks for most of it, also the cult leader outfits were>>>

Season three again has to be a Klaus scene, Cats in the Cradle by Ugly Kid Joe. First of all, I love that this song is backing Klaus getting hit by traffic over and over again, second of all, it scares me a little. The whole song is talking about how the speakers son turned out to be just like him, even though he was flawed and not there for his son, who does that remind you of? Klaus and Reggie, the similarities between the two of them specifically in this season, although I’ve seen them all the way through the show, are scaring me for Klaus’s problem child era next season, and I’m just hoping and praying that they don’t ruin him tbh.

I can go into Klaus and Reggies similarities in another rant if anybody is interested, thank you for the ask!! <333

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #number four hargreeves #number four tua #incorrect klave talks #klave #tua klave #dave katz #david katz #klaus x dave #david joseph katz #if you squint you can see who my favourite is

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seancetm · 5 years

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💕- A memory about their significant other

Dave looks gorgeous when he sleeps, like some sort of greek god and Klaus thinks for a moment how unfair that is. How could it possibly be fair, having a man so handsome, looking even more beautiful while sleeping- be so close to him and yet so far away? Not for lack of wanting on either side, but due to the unfortunate ‘normality’ society insisted upon.

There had been moments when Klaus considered saying fuck it and spiriting Dave away back to his time but he could not do that. It was a mantra he found himself whispering a thousand times, as he fought to convince his own heart that it would be wrong. To take Dave out of a timeline where he might play an important role... to bring him to mere days before the apocalypse? It would be cruel, and selfish, and Klaus would like to think he had never really been the former. Selfish? Certainly, but never cruel. Never on purpose.

War had been a strain on him, having to shoot to kill but Dave had made it all okay, Dave had whispered sweet nothings into his ear to calm his nerves, had rubbed sweet circles into his cheek with the calloused pad of his thumb to slow his racing heart. Had told him it did not make him a monster to fight the enemy, it made him a hero. It had been the first time Klaus had been called that word and thought the speaker meant it.

As he lay there watching Dave sleep, Klaus threw caution to the wind, reaching out across the tauntingly-small gap between their bunks, and brushed a stray hair from Dave’s eyes. Their situation wasn’t perfect, but they had each other. That was all that mattered, right? That they loved each other, no matter what.

They didn’t have rings, there would be no ceremony, but he’d meant what he’d said that night- confessed breathlessly between gasps, between kisses.

‘til death do us part.

#klave #memory #oh you wanted something cute?#Sorry #my speciality is heartbreak #one-shot #curiouscast

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allisoooon · 3 years

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You don't have to, but other tua fics you would recommend?

Happy to! There are some great fics out there that I’d love to push like pills.

||Note: 0% of these fics have incest, Luther bashing, Allison bashing, anyone-else-bashing, or Five being in a relationship (what? I’m old and he looks like a baby to me). Always read the tags for warnings.||

Every single thing fragilecapricornpanic has ever written. I’m not kidding. This writer is amazing. Don’t be put off by a few formatting errors. They’ve written a ton of oneshots, many with pre-canon sibling interactions, and every single one I’ve read so far has been wonderful. Very rare accurate depictions of what drug addiction is really like both for the addict and for their loved ones. Ones I highly recommend are Tacos(missing scene where Allison, Klaus, and Vanya actually get tacos before heading to the salon), Bright Pink Rubber Gloves (Diego meets Claire for the first time and it takes a turn), Vanya’s Window(Klaus confuses the hell out of Vanya with a bizarre request), Book Club (Klaus takes Ben to a book club and offers to be his translator), and Do I Have to Ask? (Vanya, Diego, Klaus, and Ben break your heart).

two can be as bad as one by myeyesarenotblue. A gripping, Diego-centric power swap involving all the siblings that takes twists and turns and is genuinely one of my favorite fics out there. Oh, and some miscalculation de-aged their bodies temporarily. At least, Five is pretty sure it’s all temporary.

The German Brotherhood…No Wait Don’t Call It That by NezumiPi. I was jonesing for some Luther and Klaus bromance when this came out and it’s wonderful. If you want a fic that truly feels like it could be canon, this is it.

Roll for Damage by Shadowscast. A no-powers AU where Vanya invites Dave to the family D&D game and you can already tell it’s adorable Klave stuff where they’re both flawed. Something I love about this author is that they engage you so much with the character study without too much suspense, so they’re great to read when you want something deep but your anxiety can’t handle an action fic. 18+ only.

too close for comfort now by myeyesarenotblue. Instead of being saved by the serum, Luther dies and starts following Klaus and Ben around. Unfinished but still excellent, will make you want to kill Reginald more than usual.

nothing up my sleeve by hotelbravo. Ray and Allison’s love story from Ray’s POV. Unfinished, but the chapters are kind of one-shot-y and it seems to be updating. Completely presh and a perfect example of why we need more fics that aren’t about Klaus or Five.

Count to Four by Ezra_Rynn. Another one of my favorite fics out there, and a rare one where Vanya is completely in character and not a just hand-wringing bystander. Vanya and Klaus get into a bad situation together and, for now, all they have is each other. Starts out as a character study, turns very actiony.

Man on the Moon by nishiki. Pre-canon AU where Reginald forces Luther to kick Klaus out, but a few minutes later, Luther decides he can’t live with the guilt and leaves with Klaus. They then proceed to road trip to Allison’s home in LA while Klaus detoxes. It is the best idea they ever had. Or it’s a terrible idea but they’re not sure where else they can go.

close your eyes and surrender by myeyesarenotblue. I keep recommending this author, I know, but they’re great. Vanya-centric AU in which, in their teens, she agrees to stop taking her meds if Klaus will agree to get sober. Takes place shortly after Ben’s death and features a Reginald who is legitimately frightening. If you want Vanya bonding with her siblings in their teens and being unbelievably badass while learning things about herself, this is a beautiful one for it.

Icarus is Flying by TheSevenUmbrellas (RosyPages). A creative take on how show!Klaus could be OP without having his comic powers. It’s post-s2, and Luther, Diego, and Klaus get captured by Reginald and Klaus’ PTSD gets triggered badly enough for a new power to manifest. Only, it’s a power so destructive that it leaves the siblings wondering what to do next. One of those I keep rereading. Klaus’ grief over Ben will kill ya.

Make It Our Own by michals. Vanya and Luther bond when Vanya gets her UA tattoo at long last and Luther gets his touched up. I went looking for a fic where Vanya gets this tattoo but nothing could have prepared me for how touching and sweet this is.

Think of Me Fondly (When We’ve Said Goodbye) by darkesky. Unfinished and kind of cliffhangered. Now finished! Ben is the only one sent back after the 2019 apocalypse, reliving his childhood and trying to figure out how to single-handedly save all of his siblings and prevent the apocalypse. And not die.

#tua fic recs #tua #the umbrella academy #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #raymond chestnut #viktor hargreeves

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