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spencerrxids · 2 years

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pairing : sparrow!ben hargreeves x fem!reader, past!umbrella!ben hargreeves x fem!reader

genre : angst, heartwarming, hurt-comfort

warning : prepare your tissue if you’re attached to umbrella!ben ig

summary : in which she found glimpse of them together through his eyes—the man that wore the face of the love of her life

wordcount : 3k

a/n : inspired by the song glimpse of us by joji. and i am aware that there are a lot of stories especially these days. If there are resemblance between this story with others then that is completely out of my control. great minds thinks alike after all. requested by @torchioethan i’ll try my best to interpreted the song to their relationship. the story is up to your interpretation by the way. on my remus lupin angst i wrote “some endings are meant to he interpreted differently.” also do you think this is ooc for sparrow!ben? cause this is what i think he’ll act like in this situation. also i put some addie larue reference in this iykyk

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Have you ever lost someone and then you just feel like you see that someone everywhere? Every place, every street, everyone, reminds you of the memories you hold dearly close to your heart no matter how hurt it is to remember for you refuse to ever forget about it. It hurts so much it does, but that’s the price you have to pay.

The first time she saw him again after going back from the 60s with the dysfunctional bunch of siblings, she thought she was dreaming. Perhaps, it’ll be easier if it were just a dream. Cause now she has to look at the face—at the body of someone who once had loved her and found nothing. A stranger with the face of the love of her life.

Same name. Same face. Different memories.

But does it all even matter now? The world is ending in hours. She could meet her Ben again, that only if he really does exist. She has never been the one to fully understand the concept of time and Five doesn’t speak in a language that she is capable of understanding.

She raised her glass of champagne in Luther’s direction as he danced with his newfound love before averting her gaze to take a look around the room. Diego and Lila being in each other's arms. Klaus being Klaus. Five who seem to be enjoying his time with the number of empty glasses on his table. And lastly, him. Sitting on the table far back from everybody else, drinking quietly as his eyes, too, roamed around the room. Even from a distance between the two, she could tell that he was judging all of them silently.

Slowly she rose and walked toward him with her glass wrapped around her fingers. Once she arrived at the spot, she gestured to the seat next to him. “May I?” Without hearing any response from him, she sat herself on the seat, putting her glass on the table. “The party is over there yet you distance yourself from the others, emo boy.”

He rolled his eyes at the nickname she gave him. “If anyone here is emo that would be your brother. All brooding, laying down alone in my room, wearing nothing but black.” He looked over at Viktor and she followed his line of gaze. “First, Viktor isn’t emo, and second, you just prove my point here.” She gestured to his situation right now. “You just described yourself.”

The look in his eyes was nothing like her Ben as he glared at her, glass tightly wrapped around his fingers. “Look, if you’re going here just to brag about your oh-so-perfect Ben. The others had took their chance every time they passed me so don’t even bother.” He leaned forwards to her—trying to somewhat looking intimidating as she looks at him, totally unfazed by it.

“No.” She leaned closer to him as he leaned back, clicking her glass with his. “That is a too sensitive topic for me to talk about. Actually, I was trying to give you some company.”

“Well, I don’t need your company.” He talked back.

She leaned her back on the seat. “Too bad. I’m already comfortable sitting here.”

“Then I’ll just go away from here.” He got up, looking at her irritatingly, clearly annoyed by her presence. Turning around he began to walked away from the girl that has been haunting his mind, but then she said something that made him stop. “You know you don’t want to, Ben. You wished to stay here. You want someone to tell you to stay. So here I am doing you a favor by saying this.”

Walking back towards her, he pointed his finger right in front of her face, a look of exasperation plastered on his face. “You stay out of my head. Don’t even try to use it on me.” He said. “You think you know me. You know nothing about me. Nothing. I don’t need your company and I most certainly don’t need your pity. I don’t need you.”

Her gaze softened at his words, his last words may hurt a part of her but it was nothing she hadn’t heard before. “I don’t need my powers to know what you’re thinking, Ben. Besides, it never works on you. Not on you. Not on any version of you, I suppose.” She looks back to her glass, avoiding his gaze before feeling him walking away from her.

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Looking at Luther and Sloane, she offered them a large smile. “I’m happy for the both of you. Wish we could have more time to know each other, Sloane.” She said, eyes falling onto the girl that is wrapped around Luther’s arms before looking back at the sky that is torn apart every second that passed. “With the world ending, there’s nothing anyone wants more than spending time with their loved ones. I know I would do the same.” She could feel Luther’s eyes on her as she said that. “Cherish the time you have left together, okay?” That were the last words she uttered before she went back inside the building, leaving the newlywed to have their moments alone.

What she didn’t know was the fact that Ben was listening to her words as he finally succeed to get rid of Klaus’s presence. He was about to grab another drink when he heard her saying that. Spending time with their loved ones. What is left of his family are only Sloane and Reginald. One who is currently with the man of her life. The other one probably conspiring something against someone. Sloane, his sister, what left of his bunch of adoptive siblings, sure there’s a part of him that cares for her although he won’t admit it out loud. On the other side, Reginald doesn’t deserve any love from anyone in the building. An ounce of him may won’t stop trying to prove himself to the guy but he’s sure that there is no love that he holds for the old man.

Before the girl who just entered the building could fully walk passed him, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She looked at him expectedly, a look of nostalgia flashed for a second. Perhaps it’s the alcohol talking, but the words come out of his mouth without permission at all. “Want a drink?”

She let her hand out of his grasp, raising one of her eyebrows. “Did Klaus really manage to talk some sense into you? Or is it the alcohol talking?” She paused before answering the real question. “The answer’s yes by the way. But not here. Let’s go somewhere else.”

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“A windowsill?”

“A quite spacious one, yeah.” She put herself in a comfortable position before patting the space in front of her. “Come on. There’s still much room left here.” Rolling his eyes slightly, he sighed before sitting in front of her. Both of them facing each other, on the windowsill as the world out there is falling apart. Her gaze stayed on him as he sat there trying to search for a comfortable position. A nostalgic smile went onto her face. Happiness and sadness all become one as a glimpse of her Ben took over his position for some split second.

A memory from her past.

“Out of every place in this goddamn hotel, you-“ He began to complain.

“Hey, the world is falling apart. Be grateful for a few seconds.” She looked out the window. “Ben would’ve loved this.” She muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“I am Ben.”

“Well, not you. I mean Ben Ben.”

“The other Ben?”

“No. You’re the—Can you just drink it already and try to not be an asshole?” She almost forced the alcohol down his throat if it weren’t for him who already doing that as she spoke before. She looked at him before averting her attention to her glass, muttering under her breath. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

“Not really. No.” His response caught her off guard as she wasn’t expecting him to even hear her. She pursed her lips, before taking a sip from her glass. “So you do need some company. Is this your attempt to not be alone at the end of the world? Was it because of the speech I gave earlier?” She put it down and then propped her chin on the top of her knee.

This time, he is the one that avoids her gaze, looking at the falling word around them from the window. “I thought you said it didn’t work on me.”

“Just because my powers don’t work on you. Doesn’t mean I’m an idiot who cannot connect the two dots together, emo boy.” She said.

He looks down for a few moments before looking back at her, an uncharacteristic look on his face. “Guess that—guess that makes me a special emo boy or what?” This time he didn’t complain about the nickname. Instead, he said the words that brings a smile to her face. She nodded slowly before leaning back to the window frame and with teary eyes she lets out a chuckle. “What?” He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

“You’re making it difficult for me to not cry. You see, you’re not supposed to say that. Not with that face.” She paused, taking a deep breath trying to not let the tears out just yet. “Gosh, you don’t just look like him or sound like him. Now, you talked like him. I suppose my prayers are granted in a way. I see you again now. Breathing and alive. Just not—just not the you that I need. It hurts looking into your eyes when all I see is him and yet there is no trace of him in this falling world.”

“What was he like?” His gaze stayed on her, less tense than usual. “Truly. What was he like?” He asked once more.

“What did the others say?” She asked back.

Hesitantly, he answered her question. “He was……kind. Selfless. A tiny dark cloud on a perfect sunny day. A know-it-all. A scold. Most of them-Most of them are bad qualities.” He furrowed his eyebrows together and seems to be frustrated not being able to decipher why the other Ben was so special compared to him. “I’m the Number One. Numero Uno. He wasn’t, was he? All of those praises about him, look how he ended up 6 feet under.”

Brushing over his last comment, she nodded her head. “Well all of them are true. He was a great guy, wasn’t he? One of the best that I ever knew.” Her eyes trailed over the window. “I first met them all when I was around the age of 8 or 9. He was hiding behind Klaus or Number 4 at that moment. He was never been the one to love the public attention but somehow tried to gain mine. I suppose that makes him sweet. After his death, none of us have been the same. All of us were drowning in a sense, well we all have been drowning for a long time. But since that happened, none of us could ever reach the shore.” Her chest got heavy just from thinking of that feeling.

“Where are you now?” He inched closer towards her.

She pursed her lips before letting out a deep breath. “Just floating around, I guess? Not drowning but not completely free either.” She thought about her last interaction with Ben. “Perhaps this is it. With the world ending, I’m getting closer to my final destination.”

Looking back at him, she continued her words. “Ben. He was-He was easier to love out of everyone in that room earlier, out of all the people I’ve known in my whole life. And mind you remember this, I love all of them greatly—well not all of them,” She referred to Reginald. “We all have a fair share of memories together, mostly in our youthful days that are full of trauma created by your daddy dearest—even I had some of mine too and I’m not even a Hargreeves.” Both of them chuckled at her words.

“Very much relatable that last bit. Klaus said a similar thing earlier. About how he was easier to love.” Ben inched closer once more, perhaps this is the alcohol talking, but seeing him open up his feelings to her like this makes her pay no mind to the fact that by tomorrow he’ll probably change into hard-shell Ben again. “That doesn’t seem fair. All of you love him like that yet none can do the same for me.”

Biting back a snarky remark, she decided to say something else instead. “One thing about him is that he makes love seem to be a casual thing to feel, I mean it is, truthfully it is but not many people have the opportunity to realize that.” She wiped a single tear away. “There are a lot of things to pay for when it comes to love. To any kind of love. Meeting you is one of those. The price I have to pay for this moment is not a kind one.”

He nodded quietly before looking back directly into her eyes. “I’m not him, you know?”

She chuckled at his words. “Of course, you’re not. I’ve said that already. If yes then I won’t be just sitting in front of you right now.” I would hold you and never let go like you had wished once before your last moments. The last part remained in her mind. Glimpses of them together flowed around the two, yet she was the only one to remember. “It is a lonely thing, isn’t it? To remember when the other person doesn’t.”

“What if……the other person does?” Her head snapped back towards him as he said so. Letting out a shuddered breath, she opened her mouth to ask what he means by that but she wasn’t able to find her voice at all. Then he continued his words. “You know what sucks, you have all of these memories with your Ben and I-” He took a glance at the sky before looking back at her. “And the only recollection I have about you is the one I had in my dreams. The one that I forgot the moment that I woke up. The one I wished to remember because there’s this feeling that I can’t understand every time I am in that dream.”

“You said all you see when you look into my eyes are him. Yet when I see into yours all I see is you. No other version you. Just you you cause you’re the same one from my dreams. The dreams that left only glimpses in my memory. But then even in those dreams, you were with him, I suppose. That happy feeling was his feelings, it was never mine, to begin with. All this time I was dreaming of someone else’s memories.” Tears stream down her face as she takes in the look in his eyes, the same look he used to give her.

This Ben would never be her Ben. He was already gone from her world. Leaving nothing but the memories that remain in her heart. Nothing but the feeling that she would always feel till the moment she passed. Meeting this Ben had brought heavy feelings to her heart. Makes her yearn to see a glimpse of him in his eyes. And when she found what she was looking for, hurt was all she found. “I’m sorry, Ben.”

He smiled bitterly. “Out of everyone, I thought you hated me the most.” He said. Recalling her avoiding him at all cost during their first interactions when the Umbrella first comes back to the timeline. The look in her eyes when she first laid her gaze on him was one that he will not forget.

She looked at him with sadness in her eyes. “That is an ability that I am not capable of. I cannot afford that. I don’t think I could even if I tried. You’re too much like him. Any version of you they all-well, I’ve only met two of you but you’re much more alike than I thought you do. Your feelings. The way both of you feel, I found it beautiful.”

A comfortable silence engulfed both of them as the two leaned back to the window frame simultaneously. The world is still falling around them. Slowly fading away from reality. Most people are already gone, reuniting with their loved ones on the other side.

“You were right.” His voice makes her look back at him. He offered the palm of his hand to her, so she made up a scissor using her point and middle finger. “I won.” She said with a large smile on her face.

Ben rolled his eyes. “You’re so childish. I couldn’t see why he loved you so much.” He said, clearly lying.

She crossed her arms. “Oh, the alcohol finally worn out? I was enjoying the non-asshole you.”

“Oh shut up.” He hushed her.

“What was I right about?” She waited for his response.

He met her eyes once more. She could tell that he was hesitant about it. “With the world ending, there’s nothing anyone wants more than spending time with their loved ones. Any kind of love.” Her eyes stayed locked with him as she reached for his palm once more, a warm smile on her face.

“Any kind of love.” She replied back.

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autumn-hiraeth · 2 years

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WARNINGS: smut -

PAIRING: Sparrow!Ben x reader

A/N: english isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake. (I'll back in a few days :))

i'm not good writing smut but i tried

second part of Lila's sister

@nanithefreakydeakytoo hope u enjoy it :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“ I can't believe you like him “ Lila mumbled amused.

You stopped looking at Ben to look at your sister, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, the wedding had started but you couldn't stop looking at him, he was there; alone.

“ I can't help it, he's so cute “ your sister let out a discreet laugh

“ cute? That piece of shit? “ You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Your vagina really needs a checkup.“

“ hey, my vagina is fine “ you complained

“ Besides, I'm doing this for our family “ you said “ my nephew will need an uncle “

･ﾟ: *･ﾟ:*

"fuck y/n, you're so tight" Ben moaned, burying himself inside you, you couldn't say anything, it felt amazing to have him inside you.

Ben was fucking you so good; his thrusts were hard and fast, you could feel every ridge of his dick, he was stretching you so good.

Ben kissed you while kept abusing your pussy, you gasped happily when he bite your lower lip, his tongues swirling as teeth clashed, you could die from his fiery kisses.

“ tell me how much you like it “ he demanded on your lips, your body was on fire and your heart was beating unbridled

You threw your head back, your eyes rolled back in pleasure “I like it… I really like it,Ben“ you spoke in a daze, you couldn't think clearly, you could only think of his cock deep inside you.

Ben giggled smugly, he loved everything about you.

Was that possible if he had only met you a few days ago?

It didn't matter, he liked having you beneath him while you begged him for more and he would give you everything.

There was something about the way you were that drove him crazy and made him go faster and harder.

Your moans and whimpers were music to his ears.

You felt so good taking his cock that he thought he might pass out.

“ look at you, you're a mess “ he mumbled before starting to rub your clit, you arched your back “ but you're my mess “ Ben whispered giving you another kiss, he was driving you crazy.

Oh, such a romantic.

“ Ben.. “

“ Damn y/n, you're taking me so well “ he growled, his face radiating pure happiness, he was enjoying this as much as you were. “Where have you been all my fucking life? “

“ Looking for you baby “ you replied making him smile "don't stop" you pleaded.

“ trust me doll, i won't stop “

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boofckenhoobitch · 2 years

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In Another Life - Sparrow! Ben x Reader

A/N: I haven't wrote fanfics/oneshots in so long lmao but I am way too attracted to Sparrow Ben so i have to. Though please forgive me if the style is weird since I used to write on Wattpad a lot so Tumblr format is still something I’m trying to learn lol so bare with me pls and ty and hope you like my writing!

P.S : Let me know if you want a part 2 for the morning after because I thought about it but I don’t seem to have any ideas on how to turn ideas into words lol

Pairing : Sparrow! Ben x Reader (female pronouns)

Word Count : 2500+ (I’m too lazy to separate it into 3 parts so I apologize)

Warning: nothing special, a make out scene, mentions of death

Y/N has the ability of intangibility, it allows her to phase through physical matter. With Y/N’s ability, she was the only one able to survive the first apocalypse. 15 year old Five found her and they spent other 30 years together before Y/N died due to sickness; meaning that Five had lived a whole life with Y/N, only to go back in time and face the Y/N who lived in the present, a week before the apocalypse strike. Five would sometimes tell her stories of them together in the apocalypse and Y/N would just be a good listener and listen along.

You never asked for much in life.

Growing up, you learned not to ask for much given the background of your family. The most that you asked for was for your siblings to stay together as a family, and to have the chance to grow old with the love of your life, Ben.

It’s funny how you didn’t get neither.

With the disappearance of your second favourite sibling, Five then the death of your boyfriend, your family just stopped giving a shit. Missions stopped mattering, people grew more distant and it was everyone for themselves. Your siblings left the house one by one, and eventually you did as well.

There were times where you would try to meet up with your siblings after your departure, doing your best to still connect with them.

Especially Klaus when he was out of rehab, you always tried to meet up with him. You would always ask him if Ben’s with us, asking him questions about Ben and trying to see if Ben said anything back, but Klaus’ answers were always a slurry of nos, along with side comments about anything unrelated.

Eventually you realized that Klaus only really agreed to meet up with you because he needed money from you for more drugs and alcohol, and you stopped trying with your hopeless brother.

Without your brother’s ‘help’ to pass on words from the dead, you eventually gave up. Perhaps that was better for the both of you, as you two were never meant to be.

Life is a cruel mistress as one would say.

After saving the world twice, you really thought that for once in your life, you would be rewarded for the good deeds you had done. Instead, you had to hear your sister tell you that Ben had finally passed on, and that he would love you for the rest of his eternity.

It was heartbreaking that those were his last words to you.

And yet here he is, standing in front of you alive and breathing.

God, if you weren’t in shock, you would’ve socked this man in the jaw for toying with your emotions like that.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?” Ben asked Reginald. His eyes scanned the group of the Umbrella siblings before his eyes stopped at you, who was standing at the back of the group, already staring at him with a shocked expression.

“ Y/N?”

His voice brought back a sense of nostalgia, like how your Ben used to whisper your name when you cuddled in his bed, or how your Ben would call out your name with a sense of playful annoyance when you teased him; but he’s not here anymore and this is not your Ben, shown by the roughness of his voice.

His other siblings all stared at you from the second floor railing in shock, surprised that you're alive and siding with the enemy.

Ben froze up, and Marcus stepped in as Number One to take control of the situation. After Klaus’ sad attempt to hug Ben along with the many insults and taunts being thrown to each other, a fight broke out between the two groups (and sadly it wasn't a dance battle).

After fighting some of the Sparrow siblings, somehow you ended up in front of Ben. You both stared at each other in a stand off, you could see the conflicted emotions that swarmed behind his eyes. Hell, maybe he could see yours as well.

Both of you felt reluctant to fight one another yet with a sense of suppressed anger, both of your burning stares slowly toughened. You both stood in front of each other, strangers to one another.

You were the first to swing at him, breaking the tension between you both. Your fist collided with his cheek, his upper body turned to the side with the force. Clutching his slowly bruising cheek, he looked back at you hurt or maybe betrayed? You didn’t care as your own mind was clouded with anger. There was a small pause in both of your movements before his eyes hardening, and he lunged at you.

A tentacle sprung out of his chest, wrapping itself around your wrist. Though it was weird, you missed the weird slimy yet smooth texture of his tentacles. You phased your hand through the tentacle sending a chill down Ben’s spine, as he felt the coldness of your ghostly wrist pass through him. You both fought fiercely, attacking and dodging.

Perhaps the held back emotions you both had finally found a healthy release.

You retreated after seeing your siblings’ defeat, with Marcus’ threat and Ben’s lingering stare on you.

You wished to never see him again.

You hoped that you would never have reopen that closed wound again.

———

The second time you met him was when you went out for a jog with your dumb yet lovable brother, Luther.

Your brother, lost in his own world next to you as you both jogged with the same pace.

Slowly, you felt a presence around you, or above you? Your head snapped up, spotting a few ravens flying as they landed on lamp post and park benches around you, they all stared and observed you. Sensing the danger around you, you tugged on your brother’s shirt as you picked up your pace from a jog to a sprint. The ravens swooped and flew towards you two, they cawed loudly as Luther let out a yelp and turned around, running away from you as the birds chased after him.

Seeing the birds and Christopher, the floating box followed your brother, your sprint slowed as you stared at your brother’s retreating form, trying to catch your breath.

Then suddenly, a sharp pain at the back of your head and darkness.

Ben reached out to grab you before your body hit the floor. His glance softened at your unconscious figure and lifted your body in his arms. His siblings, Fei and Sloane watched him with unspoken pity, knowing how much you their Y/N meant to him before her death.

“ Make sure to catch that big oaf.” He ordered as he turned around, making his way back to the Sparrow Academy with you passed out in his arms.

You blinked away the blurriness as you sat up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were filled with photos and as you slowly walked towards them to observe them, you can see that they are mostly of you and Ben.

The you in the photos looked different, a lot kinder and more gentle, she smiled a lot bright and so did Ben. Photos of you two on a picnic, napping together, sneaked photos of one another, or photos where either of you were trying to cover your faces with a smile. It’s weird seeing yourself living another life you have no memories of.

Your eyes stopped on one last photo. The photo was slightly covered and hidden under the other brighter photos, a photo of you standing in front of the sunset on a grassy field. Your features were hidden due to the brightness of the sun behind you, but you can see that you were laughing. Your silhouette looked so happy, reaching a hand out towards the photographer.

“ That was the last photo I took of her.” You looked back to see Ben leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes returned to the photo before covering the photo up like how you found it.

The silence was deafening.

“ How… How did she die?” You finally decided to ask, breaking the silence. Ben stayed quiet as the longing look eyes left and the cold look returned. His posture straightened out and his voice toughened as his head turned to look at you.

“ Come downstairs, my family wants to talk to you and your brother.”

Then he left.

———

Honestly after Ben let you and Luther go in exchange for Marcus, you really really thought you wouldn’t see them again. After all, the deal seemed simple enough and you have no need of seeing them again.

But life never gives you what you want.

So here you are, at Sloane and Luther’s wedding as the world outside slowly get sucked into a black hole. The happy couple danced with each other, as everyone either joined them on the dance floor or sat around the venue, eating and drinking away.

You were on your sixth cocktail, sipping away with a tired drunken look in your eyes. You looked around at everyone having a good time as your eyes landed on Ben who was sitting alone by himself, hunched over the table in front of a bunch of… shrimp?

Curiosity got the best of you so you made your way over in your maroon dress. As you sat down next to him, his head slowly lifted up from his arms, and let out a loud burp.

“ How… Charming.” You said as you looked at the man who once always had his guard up.

“ Ten people. Ten people left and they didn’t invite me to their stupid bachelor party.” Ben said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“ Well you didn’t make yourself a very welcoming person, so I get it.” You reply, letting out a laugh into your drink as you went for another gulp. A hand latched on to your wrist as you turned your head to look at an upset Ben.

“ Why don’t they like me?”

“ Because you’re an asshole, and you’ve been nothing but rude to them, so why would they like you?” You laughed as your finished your drink, his hand slipping from the motion of your hand.

“ Why don’t you like me?” That’s when your laughter died down and you stared at Ben, who was already looking at you. You let out a sigh, looking back into your now empty cup.

“ I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate. You just…”

“ Remind you too much of him?” You never told Ben about your relationship with the other Ben, but it was rather obvious how you two were together in your timeline while he was with you in his timeline. You simply smiled bittersweetly at Ben.

“ Sometimes, but in different way.”

“ How so?”

“ Ben was always so annoying. A nerd and a party pooper. He’s like a tiny gray cloud on a sunny day.” You laughed at yourself, knowing if he was still here he would’ve pushed you jokingly for those comments.

“ Those are all bad things…” Ben replied, confused at your choice of words.

“ Yeah… and he was the best thing that ever happened to me.” You smiled, recalling all the old memories of you and him.

“ How… how did he die?” Ben finally asked after a short moment of silence.

“ I wasn’t there when it happened, which was the worse part of it all. I was sent away on a different mission, and when I came back? No one would look me in the eyes and tell me what happened. I had to force it out of Diego who told me vaguely what happened. None of them were willing to go in detail anyways, just called it the Jennifer incident.”

“ My Y/N… she died alone on a solo mission. Till this day, we still couldn’t find her body. I prayed that she was alive and was simply in hiding due to the circumstances of her mission, but that faith lead to nothing and I eventually had to face the facts. She’s gone.” Ben looked ahead, his eyes glossed over as he recalled the memories of himself crying over you, never returning to him again.

“ How was she like?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“ She was kind. Always so kind even if this kindness required her to sacrifice herself. She was stupid but she always looked for the best in people. After all, she saw the best in me.” Ben smiled to himself and you smiled with him.

“ Both of our better halves died and now we’re just left here, isn’t that just so sad.” You laughed as you went to go pour yourself another drink, perhaps to have fun, perhaps to drink your sorrows away, who knows?

The party continued in the back as you two who were sitting at the bar poured your hearts out to each other, drinking more drinks. The topic slowly changed through the night as you two went from talking about your dead ex lovers to your interests and funny stories of your life.

“ No stop, you did not fucking do that to her.” You laughed as you took another sip of your drink.

“ I did! I also blamed it on Alphonso so him and Jayme both got chores for a whole week as their punishment.” Ben laughed along with you as you propped your elbow on the table, holding your head up as you looked at him with half lidded eyes and a small smile on your face. The alcohol in your system slowly introduced a hint of sleepiness as you blinked slowly at the man. You let out a yawn.

“ Okay, I’m gonna head to bed.” You said as you stood up and stretched.

“ Tired already?” Ben asked, looking back at you with a tired smile.

“ Why? You gonna miss me?”

“ Maybe a little.” He smirked as you laughed. You reached out your hand to lightly pat his cheek as you slowly leaned forward, closer to his face. With a few inches left between you two, your eyes scanned his face as his eyes did the same with yours.

“ Goodnight Ben.” You whispered and kissed him on the cheek. You turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open in front of you. After stepping in and choosing your floor, you leaned against the wall of the elevator, your eyes closed as you tried your best to stay awake. Suddenly, a hand stopped the doors right before they closed, making a noise that surprised you and your eyes to snap open. And there stood Ben, outside the elevator panting as he stared at you, his eyes so intense as a surge of energy suddenly filled your body and you stood up straighter, staring back at the man.

He headed straight to you at the back of the elevator, his hands found their way to your face as his mouth found its way to yours. Your mouths moved together in a unison while one of your arms hooked around the back of his neck, and your other hand reached up to grip his hair, lightly tugging his roots. He let out a groan as your bodies pressed closed to one another, grinding against each other.

The elevator dinged once again, your mouths separated from one another, slightly panting as you staring at each other with lustful eyes.

“ We take this back to my room?” You asked. You tilted your head and leaned into his hand, his fingers brushing your cheek while you played with his hair.

“ Sure.”

And you all know what happened next.

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fiveloml · 2 years

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sparrow!ben hargreeves x reader. “ is that a yes? “ [ gender neutral reader. ]

─ ✧ season 3 spoilers ! ben is drunk and you ask him out to dance during sloane and luther's wedding.

─ ✧ gosh i love this man ,, way too much actually.

the day of luther and sloanes wedding was quite an interesting one, as their love began, the very world it started in was ending.

you giggled at your friend who was on the dance floor with his wife, happy for him but you still wanted to make a few teasing jabs at the fact he couldn't dance. you weren't related to the hargreeves, but were dragged into their mess after being stuck with them since their original timeline.

“even after all these years, he still moves like he's got two left feet.“ five sighs, sitting next to you as you playfully punched his arm.

“cut him some slack, its not like he's had people to dance with since we were kids“ you chuckled as five shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.

“speaking of dancing.. you planning to ask ben? i mean you've always liked him. especially since that one time when we were younger you purposefully made yourself trip so he'd-“ you quickly put a hand to cover five's mouth and shushed him. “that was your ben. not this one, so shut your mouth you talkative portal boy!“ you hissed, but as you uncovered his mouth he had an annoying smile.

“oh yeah sure.. yet you still treat that ben the very same way you treated ours. why is that?“ five questioned, already knowing the answer. you looked at him with an a pissed off expression before letting out a scoff. “ugh! fine, you win.“ you stood up, but five yelled before you walked off. “dont forget, if you chicken out i'll make fun of you till the world ends!“

you rolled your eyes at his comment before approaching bens table, awkwardly sitting next to him as he looked over to you. “hey.. ben.“ you say. “hi.“ he replies, ben somewhat trusted you, you were kind and tried to reason with the sparrows the first time you landed into their home.

there were no other words exchanged and it was rather awkward, but you didn't want to deal with five ranting into your ear of how much a coward you were if you somehow survived the world ending.

“do you.. want to dance?“ you asked, looking to the side as you felt your face go hot. “just that? your face seems to suggest you want much more.“ ben teased, but you only rolled your eyes at him.

“yes ben, just a that.. also are you drunk?“ you noticed the a scent of alcohol that came as he spoke, ben shrugged his shoulders and had what was his 12th shot of the night. “a little.. though just sober enough to dance.“

“is that a yes?“ and before you could say anything else, ben grabbed you by the wrist and brought you to the dance floor. his hands on your waist and your arms resting on his shoulders.

you didn't expect him to actually accept, so you tried to not melt as you maintained eye contact. mostly trying to make it seem that you're annoyed.

“for someone who asked me in the first place.. you really do seem quite annoyed that you're with me right now.“ ben points out, but you decided to instead look down at your feet and not answer him. mostly focusing on trying not to flatten his foot as you danced with the song.

“you know, you have to look at your partner when you dance.“ ben smirked, using his hand to lift you up by the chin and make you look at him. “you were so confident earlier, so why is it your eyes don't meet mine?“

“behave yourself, ben!“ you scolded him, face warm as he chuckled. “can't when you're so cute.“ and that was your last straw, you wanted to pull away however ben held you tight. “can't back out now sweeheart, you're stuck with me.“

though you pouted, you couldn't hide your smile. it wasn't so bad being with him.

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eugenes-glasses · 1 year

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˚ · . ♡ until i found you ♡ . · ˚

pt. 1 / pt. 2 (coming soon)

requested: no

sparrow!ben hargreeves x umbrella!fem!reader

summary: you and ben fall for each other, even though their families are sworn enemies

warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, mentions of murder, mentions of sex

word count: 1,106

a/n: i'm sorry if this is bad! anyways sparrow ben's hot and there's not enough fics about him, also your power in this is like, light gathering or something, you can take the energy from lightbulbs and stuff i'm not good at explaining. anyways, this kinda sucks and im sorry for that, i wrote this at 1 in the morning and i have school in a few hours but i needed to post something, anyways, working on requests next

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"What now?" You asked your brother, Five, who landed you all in a terrible situation. Again. After almost dying while fighting the Handler and a bunch of her minions and jumping to another timeline, all in a limited time span, you were exhausted. Then, to add to that, you had to fight the Sparrows, leaving you bloody and bruised. Your skin was littered with cuts and scrapes.

Now, you were all sitting in the lobby of the Hotel Obsidian with a selection of Chinese food that you didn't want. "Nothing, Y/n. We saved the world. We won." He smiled, raising his glass and cheering with his brothers. You didn't believe it. You had a bad feeling about the whole thing. It was too good to be true. You brushed your feelings away. You were probably just paranoid, as usual. But something just kept screaming in your ear that something was off. So you decided to take a walk. Clear your head and maybe grab some food.

Everything was the same, yet so different. You'd walked this street before, but you'd never seen these shops, or signs, or benches. You wandered the streets of the backward city until you reached a diner. It was the same one you came to when nights at the Umbrella Academy were tough. When dad would scold you for stealing the light from the bulbs. It wasn't Griddy's Doughnuts, but it still held a place in your heart for many reasons. One of these reasons being that you had your first kiss in the booth at the back of the diner when you were 17. You carved your names under the table with a butter knife. You entered and proceeded straight to that exact booth. You slowly felt the wooden bottom, searching for the scratched initials, but you found nothing. Part of you was glad that those memories of him were erased, and you sat down as a waitress came up to the booth.

"Welcome! Can I get you anything?" She asked cheerfully, a wide smile on her face as she flipped to a blank page on her notepad. You used to always have milkshakes here with Klaus to distract him from the spirits and the pain of losing Ben. It was difficult for all of you, but it hit him the hardest. So you would cheer him up with a strawberry milkshake and french fries while you talked about anything and everything. So that's what you got. You grabbed a newspaper from one of the shelves and looked at what was happening in the world. Nothing interesting to say the least. You put it back and waited for your stuff.

When the waitress came back with your food, you smiled contently. Nothing could ruin this moment. Or so you thought. "Hm. What are the odds that we're both here, getting milkshakes?" His irritating voice rang in your ear like nails on a chalkboard. You looked over and he was right next to your face with his shit eating grin. He knew he was wrecking your time and he was enjoying it. He sat down in front of you, much to your dismay. "What's your name? I didn't catch it when we were beating your asses." You rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you took a sip of your drink. "Well?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Stop being a bitch and just tell me."

"Y/n. Now shut up."

"Too bad we're enemies or whatever. I would've thought you were hot." He shrugged, waiting for your reaction. You knew what he was doing, and you wouldn't fall victim to it. You gave him nothing but the middle finger. He clenched his jaw. "What's your family up to? What's your next move?" His eyes stared into yours.

"Even if I knew, it's not like I'd tell you, dumbass." You scoffed, and he sat with a blank expression. "Look, if you're here to fight, I'm not in the mood." He shook his head, leaning his cheek on his palm.

"Nope. Just wanna get to know you."

"You didn't even know my name a minute ago."

"Exactly."

"Why?" Your eyebrow quirked in suspicion. He didn't seem like the type to care about anybody but himself, which wasn't exactly wrong.

"Maybe there is no why. Maybe I just want to." You didn't trust him. Why should you? He was throwing family members with his tentacles just a few hours ago. But you gave it a shot. What's the worst that could happen?

"What do you want to know?" His lips curled into his signature smirk. That afternoon, you'd shared more with him than you'd shared with anyone else. You found out a lot about him as well, and he wasn't all that bad. He knew your favorite songs and you told him about your favorite memories, and when you left the diner, you walked around the city, talking about everything. The two of you bonded quite a bit, and in the few hours you spent together, he opened up quite a bit. About his childhood and family struggles. You didn't trust him, but you considered him somewhat of a friend. Then you thought about what he's like when he's not being nice.

You would often overthink, which was what you were doing at the moment. What if it was all an act? What if he was just trying to gather information about his enemies? Why would he give a shit about somebody he tried to kill this morning? Your mood shifted and you stopped. He turned to look at you. It was like he was a completely different person. "You okay?" He put his hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged it off, nodding and smiling. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's just late. I should leave."." He agreed and you said your goodbyes and parted ways. Your mind drifted straight to the thought of what would've happened if you kept walking. He might have led you to a dark, lonely alley and killed you. Or maybe he would've taken you somewhere and fucked you, which you probably wouldn't mind too much. Either way, neither would be helpful due to the current situation with your families feuding. You walked back to the hotel, and when you walked into the lobby, Viktor came up to you, "Where have you been? You've been gone all day! Are you okay?" He put his hands on both of your arms, inspecting for any new injuries.

"I'm alright. I just needed to clear my head." You assured him. No way in hell were you going to tell them what had happened. That would only lead to more problems, and you could deal with less right now. But you couldn't stop thinking about him.

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elliekima · 2 years

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unedited ramblings about sparrow ben because season 3 has me feeling things

now a full length fic! find it here

Distantly, you heard your family erupt into screaming behind you but all you could focus on was the man in your arms. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him, the detergent mom uses, and—is that some fancy cologne? Regardless, it was the most comfort you’ve felt in years and you’d rather kickstart another apocalypse than let go of him.

It seemed like Ben felt the same, because his arms only tightened around you and he tucked his face on the top of your head. Suddenly, you realized you’ve been too busy saving the world to take a proper shower (so what, at least you made it out alive and the 60s had shit bath products anyway) and tried to pull away. You hear a disgruntled sigh above you before he whispers, “Stop squiring y/n, you may smell like shit but its the first time I’ve seen you in 13 years. Besides, I’ve seen you covered in blood and other gross shit after missions, you’ve had worse moments.”

might turn it into a full length fic but for now enjoy my rambles <33

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accidentallyqueer · 2 years

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my BIGGEST guilty pleasure is x reader fics. that being said i am yearning for ben hargreeves x male!reader fics so does anyone know any?

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oddeyevibes · 1 year

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Chapter 8: Subjugation

Summary: One of the last truths come to light.

A/N: Think I made Y/N a little harsh on Luther but Luther made me mad during that episode and rewatching it made me mad at him again lol.

Warnings? Click here!

Then

You’ve had a few nights of heartbreak during your time in this house. But nothing hit harder than when Ben broke the news to you.

Luther and Allison’s well known secret was that they were infatuated with each other. You all saw it. They did a terrible job at hiding it.

Luther tried to mask it by pretending to be caring “older” brother but you and Vanya never got the same treatment.

Allison tried to claim it was because she viewed him as a leader or some bs like that but she never treated Diego like that. In fact, whenever Luther was upset with Diego or vice versa, Allison was always Team Luther.

In fact, you all poked fun at them behind their backs. Even though you and Ben had no room to talk. To be honest, you think that’s what ate away at him.

Granted, none of your siblings ever mocked you two. At least not your face. Maybe that’s the thought that plagued Ben. Sure, he had a much better relationship with Diego and Klaus than Luther and Allison did but still.

He didn’t even know if you thought about that. He never thought to ask you. Too afraid of what the answer would be. He never went out of his way to dim your light, for lack of a better phrase.

Reality is: you never thought about it. Well, that’s not true. You did and you approached Allison about it. She was embarrassed but she gave you the words of encouragement and you viewed her as a big sister so you took her words to heart.

It never occurred to you how Ben could’ve been feeling. Only after the night where he asked you to meet him in your special place to tell you that you shouldn’t keep chasing after a romantic relationship.

You couldn’t even be mad at him. Pragmatism was a part of his charm. He didn’t want to be mocked. He didn’t want you to be mocked. He was ashamed of that being his reasoning but you never held it against him…….too much.

You were still hurt. You still cried quietly in your room. You still thought it was unfair that Luther and Allison didn’t have enough apparent shame to stop when you had to.

But you tried seeing the bright side.

After all, you could still talk to him. Hang out with him. Play with him. Joke around with him. Pine for him. Sneak out with him. All of the fun stuff that you normally did with him and the others…..minus the pining.

——✨——

Now

When you all had returned home, you were disappointed to not find Vanya there. While your brothers argued, you ran to the phone to try and get a hold of her.

The long ringing only added to the anxiety that had a hold on you. You sat there with the phone against your ear, praying that you heard Vanya.

And you did. Just not in the way you wanted.

“You’ve reached Vanya Hargreeves, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

BEEEP

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call.”

Your peripheral caught Five entering the room and heading towards the bar.

“Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

You calmly hung up the phone just in time to pay attention to Five pouring himself a drink.

“Take a breather, Y/N. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Need a drink?”

“I literally cannot drink right now. I mean, how can you? We don’t know who killed Leonard and they could have Vanya or worse.”

“And do you have any leads on who would have gained something from killing Leonard?”

“…outside of us? No.”

“Do you know anywhere else Leonard could’ve taken Vanya?”

“No.”

“Are you mentally prepared with digging holes and potentially finding Vanya’s body in a shallow grave?”

“Jesus Christ, Five, what the fuck?”

Five casually walked over to you with a second glass in his hand. He passed it to you. “My point is: no leads, no actions. Drink.”

You cautiously took the drink, a bit caught off guard by Five’s current casual demeanor. “O…k.”

Five went back over to his stool, soaking in his disappointment next to his….girlfriend, Dolores. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“You think we averted the apocalypse, Y/N?”

You were surprised. You haven’t really been with him for most of his escapades concerning the apocalypse until the very end.

“I’m surprised you’re asking for my opinion.”

“Why not? You catch on pretty quickly to most stuff. So?”

“Well….not sure. If you say Harold Jenkins is the cause of the apocalypse and then he goes and dies…maybe that’s the end of that. On the other hand, what if his death was…meant to happen?”

“Meant to happen?”

“Yeah like…maybe the reason they needed Harold protected was because they needed him to die on a certain day. I mean…no other commission guys came to kill us…or you to be specific.”

“So what? Now it’s the calm before the storm?”

“No. It could be the calm before the storm. But it could also not be.”

There was a moment of silence before Five let out a defeated sigh. “Now we wait…” he muttered.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Five got up and went to answer the door. You couldn’t hear much of the conversation outside of hearing the word sister which prompted you to get up and see who was there only to be met with the sight of Five letting in a big man with a suit on.

The suit was familiar but the face was not.

“Who the hell is this, Five?”

Five motioned a finger between you and the man. “Y/N, Hazel. Hazel, Y/N.” And he walked on.

The man—Hazel—offered a polite but nervous smile, leaving you more confused.

“Hi??” You cautiously waved back.

“Last time we met my…ex-partner and I.”

“Shot up the place? Ohhhhhhh…..K.”

You walked into the living room and walked over to Five. Hazel casually followed suit.

“Five, why is he here?”

“I dunno…” Five swiveled around on the seat. “Why are you here, Hazel? Here to kill me?” He gestured in your direction. “And, by extension, my sister?”

“Me?”

“No witnesses.” Five responded casually.

“None of that.” Hazel replied. “I can understand why you might feel that way. There’s not much I can do about the past. I do wanna just mention that it is an honor to be talking to you. That job you did in Calhoun, that shit’s legendary—”

“Why are you here, Hazel?” Five repeated with a firmer tone.

“Well—” Hazel started to talk before you felt yourself being pulled back by Diego and witnessed him launch a kick into Hazel’s side, knocking him over.

“Diego, stop!” Five shouted, only to be ignored when Diego flipped over Hazel and kicked him in the face as the assassin tried to stand.

The two begin to fight each other.

“Diego, that’s enough!” You tried, only to be ignored as well.

Five casually fiddled with his straw. “You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say.”

Once the two were upright, Diego pulled out a knife. “I’m gonna kill you for what you did to Patch.”

“Or don’t. See how that goes.”

You let out a heavy sigh and stood next to Five watching the brutal scrap. Filled with stabs to the thigh, punches square to the face and Diego’s desperate attempts to knock over his bigger opponent.

It would be exciting if this all didn’t feel…exhausting to watch. Especially when you still had Vanya to look for.

Hazel wrapped Diego into a bear hug only for Diego to counter with a harsh bite to his ear, Hazel letting out a painful yell in response.

Five, deciding he had enough, blinked out of sight before appearing behind Diego and smashing a glass over his head, knocking him unconscious.

“I draw the line at biting.” Five stated as Hazel collected himself. “Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick…before he comes around.”

“I left my partner, quit the Commission, and came to volunteer.”

“For what?”

“To help stop the apocalypse. I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop.”

“Oh that…” You started. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anymore.”

“What?” Hazel asked in disbelief.

“What she said. You’re a day late and a dollar short.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning the fact that you’re here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“The mark…is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown in the equation.”

Hazel let out a chuckle. “Shit. Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

“And if you’re out, then Hellrider ain’t riding.”

“Oh…” Hazel let out a relieved but exhausted breath. All of the hype and resolve he built up just…gone but he was happy about that. “Alright!”

He walked over to the bar and took a drink of what was left in the blender. A deep sigh escaped from his body as you went back over to the phone, minding Diego as you did, and waited for a hopeful call from Vanya as Five and Hazel talked.

The only aspect of the conversation that caught your attention was when Five looked back at Diego and then at you.

“I guess I would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everyone else around here.”

“I heard that.” You called out. “And I am NOT emotionally stunted, I’ve just got a few issues.”

“Stemming from what Y/N?” Five joked.

“……..shut up.”

“Well, there you go. Now you can grow up.” Hazel suggested before standing up. “Good luck.” Hazel was about to walk out of the room before Five called out to him.

“One more thing before you go.”

“Shoot.”

“Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?”

“Trigger woman.”

Five sighed. “That’s too bad. That gun would’ve cleared my brother’s name.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day, amigo.” Hazel then pulled two guns out of his back pockets and placed them on the bar. “Take’em both. I’m done with this life.”

The former Commission assassin then walked off out of the house.

“I’m gonna go to my room for a nap.” You spoke, before walking off.

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You probably would’ve been heartbroken to see the state Vanya was currently in. A shaken and traumatized state as she stared blankly at her violin. The previous events played vividly in her mind.

The way she killed Leonard. It only struck her how excessive it was afterwards. Maybe he deserved, yeah, but Vanya had never done something so…violent……

‘Allison…’ she thought.

All the while her messages played and it felt like mockery from the normal life she has undoubtedly left behind. The life where she was the only one of her siblings to not have powers.

The life where she felt more comfortable slumped in the shadows while everyone else shined. The life that was no more and she never thought she’d yearn for it so much.

She had thought she made peace with it before because she had seen the mental toll it had taken on the rest of you. How you all yearned for your father’s approval in your own ways and it grew into these monsters that held on tightly to all of you like leeches.

As if to make matters worse, the next voicemail was from Allison.

“Hey, Vanya, it’s me. I just wanted to…things have gotten so messed up. All I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me, okay? I love you sis.”

The sound of Allison’s next being sliced open by Vanya’s own hands playing on a punishing loop as she remembered the stunned look on her sister’s face, realizing what had happened to her.

The image had done a good job of seeing itself into her mind as Vanya chanted ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again, in a naive attempt to wish she could just turn back time.

“Next message.”

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call. Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

Vanya looked back at the answering machine. While she didn’t want to admit to herself, a part of her shut down the voice that spoke down to her and replaced it with something else…there was hope.

Hope that she had not been completely excommunicated from her family. Hope that Allison can forgive her. Hope that this could all be casted aside as a bad dream.

Hope that she can come home into warm and welcoming arms.

In a terrible twist of fate, she’ll be both right and wrong.

——✨——

You were awoken from your nap with a rumble. Some trinkets and other decor rattled while others fell to their destruction. Dust being pulled from their corners and fluttering down like snow before everything stopped.

‘What the hell was that?’

You weren’t the only one who realized the mild earthquake was happening as Klaus exited his own room at the same time.

“Glowbug, you felt that too, right?”

“Yeah?”

Klaus let out an exhausted huff. “Something tells me we can’t ignore this.”

——✨——

Neither of you were prepared for the sight of Vanya locked away in a soundproof room under the house. She was in distress and this nagging feeling of Deja Vu coming from you was not helping the situation.

“You locked up our sister because you think she has powers?” Diego was in a state of disbelief.

He’s seen Luther make some stupid decisions but this took the cake.

Klaus had never thought ANY of his siblings would do something…like this.

And you?

Well, you were pissed.

“Luther, this isn’t funny. Let her out of there.”

He gave you a woeful look. “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can! She’s terrified!”

“Pogo told me.”

“And you don’t think he was lying?”

“Why would he lie about something like this?”

“He lied about knowing what happened to dad, clearly nothing’s off the table when it comes to him honoring dad’s fucked up wishes, Luther!”

Diego had surveyed the entire room. “Why would they hide something like this from us?”

“He hid so much from us.” Klaus let out.

“He hid it because he was afraid…of her.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Dad’s lied about everything else. Why is this so far-fetched?”

“If you’re right, then maybe she’s the one who killed Peabody.”

“And cut Allison’s throat.”

You rolled your eyes as Klaus chimed in. “Whoa, no. Let’s…I just—Sorry, just…let’s go back, all right? This is Vanya we’re talking about. Our sister! The one who always cried when we stepped on ants as kids.”

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s difficult to accept—”

“It’s not difficult to accept, it’s impossible to accept.” Klaus shouted.

“No, he’s right.” Diego backed Klaus up, turning back to Luther. “Look, we can’t keep her locked up without proof.”

Luther was shocked. “Wh-what more proof do you need?”

“Why don’t we just open the door and ask her?” Klaus suggested.

“Thank you!” You walked over to the door but were quickly stopped by Luther when he gently grabbed your arm.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

“No, even if you’re right, she needs our help, and we can’t do that if she’s locked in a cage.”

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, and for all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary—terrifying—really to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do.”

“Look, if what Pogo told me is even half true, then she is not just a danger to us…”

“If we help her, she’s not gonna be a danger to anyone!” You tried to get through to Luther.

Your eyes looked past Luther and everyone else followed your gaze, seeing Allison walking down the dim hall.

“Allison, what are you doing down here? You should be in bed.”

Allison scribbled on the notepad, “let her go”.

Luther shook his head. “I can’t do that. She hurt you.”

You sent a glare Luther’s way. ‘Is that really what all of this is about?’

Allison flipped to a new page, scribbling again, “my fault”

“I’m sorry but she’s staying put.”

Allison tried walking past him only to be stopped.

“Just until we know what we’re dealing with.”

She tried pushing past him again but she was stopped once more.

When everyone else saw that Luther was adamant about this and not keen on moving for anyone, not even Allison. They gave up. Klaus took hold of you and guided you along.

“Klaus—”

“Come on, we can sneak down here later when he’s not looking.” He whispered.

You glanced back watching Allison grow frustrated with Luther before turning away and walking with Klaus back up.

——✨——

There was heavy tension in the house. Allison wasn’t speaking to Luther, which meant that Luther was prowling around , keeping watch in the halls. He knew that you would try to sneak in whenever he wasn’t looking.

As evident when he caught you red-handed with a tray of food. He stood from your mother’s seat, shaking his head.

“No.”

“What? Is Vanya eating a danger to us all too?”

“I’m trying to protect us.”

“No, you’re trying to protect Allison.”

“I’m trying to protect all of us.”

“No, you’re not and I would appreciate it if you didn’t insult me by implying anything different. You didn’t even bother asking either of them what happened and you couldn’t even respect Allison in her decision.”

“Y/N—”

“Let me ask you something: if anyone else got their throat slit would you have cared this much?”

“Why do you always have to turn everything into an argument? Why do you always make everyone else the bad guy?”

You placed the tray down and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You see, that’s your problem. I don’t need to make you the bad guy. You’re doing a damn good job of it on your own. Dad lied to us about this, you think Vanya knew? Did you even ask her what happened? You know she probably didn’t even mean it. You’re making it worse by keeping her in there.”

“Y/N, what if it had been you? Think about Ben.”

You crossed your arms. “Don’t bring Ben into this.”

“You think if you were in Allison’s shoes, he would’ve been ok with Vanya…being just—”

“Vanya is not a monster. What gives you the right to act like she is?”

You had said those words without really thinking of the possible connotations. One that Luther picked up on as he stood tall.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

Maybe in a better state of mind. You would’ve clarified but at the moment, you felt he didn’t deserve that. “You tell me.”

BOOM

The house shook with a fury as a muffled boom caught both of you off guard. You turned to Luther who had a look of terrified realization.

“Oh god…”

At first you thought maybe intruders until the thought hit you. “Vanya.”

#tua fic #sparrow ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x y/n #Ben hargreeves/reader #ben hargreeves x reader #flourescent fic

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jaesincorrectquotes · 1 year

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writinghargreeves · 2 years

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i love how Smart klaus is. his siblings and reginald tend to treat him like a clown who doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he consistently makes intelligent decisions they wouldn’t have though to make. like when he jumped onto the bison instead of getting kugelblitzed. he understood that it would just straight up wipe him from existence, and he wouldn’t be able to go to the other place. i love it he’s so smart

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slasherscream · 4 months

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A/N: shout-out to @abominableghostface, who was my beta reader and co-conspirator as usual.

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + WHAT TYPE OF "LEAVING IN THE MORNING" PERSON ARE THEY

❥ we ride at dawn. try and survive ❥

Billy Loomis - The man with the plan. When he says morning he means we are going to be in the car and on the road by the time the sun rays begin to hit the earth. Granted, it's not a hectic morning by any means. He'll have made sure the two of you started packing days in advance. There’s no last minute rushing around. No wondering if you packed a toothbrush, or your favorite jacket. You double checked everything the night before, and then checked behind one another to make sure. But no matter how peaceful the waking, being dragged to your car at 4:30am will make you want to kill him. He passes you your favorite blanket that he threw in the dryer last minute, a cozy protection against the dewy chill of the night turning to morning. When he tells you to sleep until he finds somewhere decent to eat you hate him a little less.

Jordan Li - By nature Jordan is more of a night owl. Through pure necessity they’ve molded themself into something resembling a morning person. Sure, the way they don’t start smiling before 10am shows you it’s not at all a natural state of being, but they do it anyways.

So used to starting the monotonous, average days bright and early they’re definitely not going to want to start a vacation late. They wake up to the sound of their alarm. They wake you up to soft kisses pressed into your skin. When you open your eyes, scowling at them anyways, they can’t help but laugh, “Yeah I know, I know, fuck off. But we gotta head out before traffic hits.”

Knowing how you are in the mornings Jordan packed the car last night. When you roll over, intent on ignoring them they roll their eyes and shift, so that he can drag you from bed no matter how hard you try and make yourself dead weight.

You’re still half asleep, leaned up against him beneath the spray of the shower, but wake up when he flicks water at your face.

“Fuck off.” You grumble.

“Once we’re on the road I’ll fuck off for at least an hour. Then we’ll grab breakfast, yeah?” He pushes a loofah in your hand and grins once you take it. They shift again, nudging you out the way with her hip so you’re sharing the water instead of hogging it, “Wash my back so we can head out.”

When they wake you up outside a diner two hours later instead of one you’re feeling much more agreeable, pulling them in for a kiss when they open your car door.

Sebastian Valmont - A chronic riser with the sun. It doesn’t matter what time he goes to sleep, he is going to wake up right as the sun rises. He has black out curtains and takes morning yoga classes. The bastard. His body simply enjoys being awake at six am. Thus, he sees absolutely no reason why leaving for your trip should come hours after that. He’s going to be the one driving anyways. The maids packed all your things, and the butler brought everything out to the car. All that’s left is to get you out of the house. Sebastian helps you put on your clothes, laughs at the way he has to push your arms into your shirt, and drag you to brush your teeth. When he tucks you into the passenger seat he knows you’ll be asleep again by the time he slides into the driver’s seat. He sneaks glances at you for the first few hours of the drive, quietly listening to music and the soft sound of your snoring, enjoying every second.

Stu Macher - Ball of energy that he is, Stu is awake bright and early, and does not need time to “wake up.” He unfortunately acts like this is a universal experience. The fact that he’s excited about the trip makes his typical lack of empathy towards night owls even more brutal than usual. You’re unceremoniously dragged from bed. He tickles you as you brush your teeth. If you seem a little extra groggy that morning he hops in the shower with you and turns it on cold to get your motor running. He acts completely baffled about why you’re still scowling by the time he’s back from his banishment of loading up the car while you try to dress yourself in peace. To make matters worse he wants to talk about anything and everything with you despite the fact that the sky is still that sleepy shade of blue that’s half night, half dawn. You stare at him hatefully from the corner of your eye, grunting answers at him until you pass a diner that’s open and you can get caffeine into your system. His excitement for the trip is cute once you’re awake.

Kevin Khatchadourian - Rises with the sun and is deeply irritated that you don’t. On a regular day he rarely let’s you sleep in. You’ll be lucky if he chooses to start his daily routine without you. On the mornings when he decides to practice archery, which is most, you’ll get an extra hour and a half. By the time he’s coming back inside he wants you both moving around one another, starting the rest of the routine. Brushing teeth, making food, the idle chatter of your voice. Considering he’s not fond of changing your routine, which is exactly what a vacation is, he doesn’t want to hear a single complaint about the hour he wakes you up to start the drive. He also doesn’t let you fall asleep when you get into the car, even though he’s the only one driving. You’re keeping him company no matter how tired you are.

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - While he maintains a strict schedule of waking up early unless hungover he is by no means a morning person. He’ll wake you up as gently as he’s capable of if the shrillness of the alarm didn’t do the trick, rocking you by the shoulder until your eyes blink open. The two of you packed the car last night so there wouldn’t be anything to do or communicate with one another upon first waking up. Two non-morning people trying to talk to each other upon first waking up was a recipe for disaster. Especially if it was the pair of you. Quietly you go about your morning. Brushing your teeth side by side, bumping against each other every now and then instead of speaking. Ben grabs the green smoothies that he made for the two of you the night before, something to tide you over until you found a place he was willing to eat at (which was always an unnecessarily complicated task.) It’s thirty minutes of driving and radio playing softly before you’re caught in a bit of traffic and you’re awake enough to be sweet. You lean across the cupholder to kiss his cheek and he gives you a small smile, “Morning, L/N.” The two of you are experts at sharing your mornings by now.

❥ we leave sometime before noon ❥

Jason Dean/JD - Will never wake you up before he thinks you’ve gotten all the rest you need. His favorite hobby is turning off your morning alarms if he thinks you set them unreasonably early in comparison to when you fell asleep. He’s certainly not going to break that pattern for the start of a vacation, when you should be resting. You’ll wake whenever you naturally wake up, JD still wrapped around you. You’ll shower, drink some coffee, do one last check of the luggage and then he’ll haul everything out to the car for you, no matter how much you both packed. He likes you to not lift a finger during your trips and it starts before you ever leave the house. It certainly puts you into a vacation mindset.

David Mccall - David himself is an early riser but likes to let you sleep in whenever he can. The start of a vacation is certainly one of those times. He spends the hours before you wake taking care of last minute things. He checks all the bags again, makes sure everything you could possibly need is packed, then loads up the car. He makes sure the house is clean so there’s no mess to come back to that you’ll stress yourself out over. Closer to the time he knows you’ll get up he starts making breakfast for you. He’s so focused on the task he jumps when your arms loop around his waist and you start to press grateful sleepy kisses to his back. You’ll be on the road in an hour or two, he’s in no rush. He wants you relaxed and enjoying yourself every step of the way.

Josh Washington - Due to his insomnia he is not falling asleep any earlier than one am most nights. To ask him to get up at dawn would be like killing a puppy. You both sleep in, wake up sometime just before noon. You like to be realistic about your expectations for yourselves, so there’s no rush. A late start was factored into the plans from the beginning. You packed everything into the car the night before, so all there’s left to do is hop in. You wake yourselves up with some music to start. Barely twenty minutes on the road you see a cute diner and stop for late breakfast. You smile at each other as the afternoon sun shines on both your faces, sleepily discussing what you’re most excited about doing when you arrive at your destination.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan likes your journeys to begin in the dead of night. Whether it’s heading to the airport or hopping in the car to start a long drive, a 9pm start time is the sweet spot for him. He doesn’t like waking up early to start trips in the morning. Nor does he like being stuck in the claustrophobic traffic of other human bodies or cars during the afternoon. You’ll be dead tired by the time you get wherever you’re going but having a good beginning to vacations is important. Especially for Nathan. When you start at night his anxiety tends to be lower for the whole trip. The things we do for love.

#don't ask why jordan's is longer or has dialogue it's called finding the character for the 1st time #crazy ass boys gang #billy loomis x reader #jordan li x reader #stu macher x reader #josh washington x reader #jd x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #sparrow!ben hargreeves x reader #david mccall x reader #nathan prescott x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #sebastian valmont x reader #if you see an error anywhere no you do NOT #i am NOT a morning person if you couldn't tell god bless the ppl who are you are my enemy

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