#umbrella academy imagines

[just1riqht]

i want to hold hands with justin h. min I just feel like it would be nice

#umbrella academy #Ben hargreeves #justin h. min #Netflix #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy x reader #Ben hargreeves x reader #fanfiction #Diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #hargreeves #sparrow academy

[kiyoomology]

would it be fair to request a sequel for in another life (god this concept is so brilliant it needs its own book)

in another life (part two) ☆ ben hargreeves

genre: semi-angst to fluff warnings: mentions of past fights summary: after reuniting with ben, you two work out the issues that have been burdening you since you lost each other. notes: it's the long awaited part two! if you haven't read part one, you can find it here :)

"they're all dickheads." diego chimed in, five cutting in and saying something about a throat punch, but you weren't listening.

you were dragged out of the academy by klaus, looking over your shoulder to find ben looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"yeah, well, ben is still the same in some ways." klaus said, and you felt all of the siblings' eyes shift to you.

"he still seems like an asshole." you replied quietly, shrinking under their gazes.

"maybe you're our in." diego said, and the attention shifted to him and he launched into a spiel about a lengthy plan of you going back to the sparrow academy and begging for ben to take you back so that the umbrellas could infiltrate their previous home.

"i'm not going to use ben like that." you protested, seeing the obvious irritation on diego's face.

"but he's not our ben. he's stuck up, he's rude, he's a dickhead-"

"okay, that's enough. we should find somewhere to stay." viktor cut in, and you were thankful for his words.

you trailed behind the siblings, feeling like the odd one out now more than ever. even if they didn't say it, the looks they gave you when you refused to carry out diego's plan were enough of an indicator to their disdain.

as you walked, you noticed that an increasing number of crows were circling overhead.

nervousness crept into your veins as you remembered fei, their number three, and their crows that had attacked you, allison, and luther.

you tried to tell yourself that it was just a coincidence, but as the crows began to make their way towards you, you realized they were there for you.

"i don't want any trouble." you spoke, putting your hands up in surrender as one of the birds landed at your feet.

"then we won't give you any."

you whirled around at the familiar voice, stomach dropping into your shoes as ben, fei, and sloane came to a stop in front of you.

"what do you want? i promise i'm not going to try to fight you or anything, i just want to take a nap." you mumbled wearily as the three shared a look, one that you didn't understand.

"you can take a nap at the sparrow academy." sloane said cheerily, and you quirked an eyebrow.

"i really should get going, my friends are-"

"nowhere to be seen." fei cut in, and you turned back around to see their figures far off in the distance.

fuck.

"why do you want me to go with you?" you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself as you waited expectantly for an answer.

"i think you and i need to have a long overdue conversation." ben replied after a beat of silence, staring at you in complete seriousness.

you weighed your options. considering the siblings hadn't questioned where you were and come looking for you, you were probably on your own.

but did you want to go back to the sparrow academy with seven people who could easily hand your ass to you again?

"fine. i'll go back with you."

the drive to the academy was short, but you didn't even notice.

all of the emotions that you had buried when ben died were coming back to haunt you. here he was, in the flesh, ushering you into his house with his hand on the small of your back like no time had passed at all.

"i'll take you to the medical wing so you can get patched up." he said, and you mumbled something back in acknowledgement.

your body felt heavy as you sat on the examination table, the sound of ben rustling through medicine cabinets filling the air.

the two of you said nothing as he began to clean the dried blood from your face, injuries from the fight with lila in the sixties as well as the one mere moments ago with the sparrows.

"how did i die in this timeline?" you broke the silence, noticing that ben halted his movements in cleaning a cut on your neck.

"how did i die in your timeline?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"i asked first." you shot back, feeling dread settle in your stomach as ben dropped the rag he was working with, rubbing a hand over his face.

"you...were taken. taken hostage, by a villain." he said, and you had to bite back a snarky remark about how that sounded like the plot of a shitty superhero movie. "we couldn't save you."

you processed his words, them meaning little to you. i mean, you were fine, right? there was still a lot to unpack from the sixties that you would probably have to think about at some point, but in the current moment, you weren't dead and there wasn't impending doom anymore.

"what about me?" ben asked, breaking the thoughts that were racing in your mind.

"nobody has ever told me the full story, or what exactly happened. i just know you died on a mission, when we were sixteen." you explained quickly, feeling a familiar lump form in your throat.

"when we were sixteen?" he asked softly, and you nodded, moving over a bit so that ben could sit next to you.

"am i different than your ben?" he asked, voice so weak you could've sobbed.

you wanted to scream that yes, he was different than your ben, that your ben was kind, sweet, caring, and so loving, and he was always by your side with a joke when you were sad, or a kiss to the temple when you were stressed-

"kind of. my ben... he was the best part of growing up." is what you settled on finally, feeling the man next to you tense his shoulders.

"could i- could i ever be him?" he asked, and your brows furrowed. you turned to face him fully, and he reciprocated your movements.

"you are him. the same dna, the same face, whatever." you urged, studying his face intently.

"okay, well if i am the same, where does this leave us? what are we?"

his words echoed in your mind, and you opened and closed your mouth.

"do you still love me?" you breathed out, feeling lightheaded as ben stared at you, gently taking your hand in his.

"i still love you." he confirmed, a sad smile finding its way to his lips. "do you still love me?"

you could only nod, verbal confirmation lodging itself in your throat.

"then i guess that settles it." he said, and you let out a small laugh at his awkwardness. it reminded you of your ben.

but now, this ben, sparrow ben, was your ben.

"i'm glad to have you back." you said softly, shifting so that your head rested on his shoulder, hands still laced together.

"me too." he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. the action was so gentle that a single tear slid down your cheek, dripping onto your arm.

"ben, can you promise me one thing?"

"of course."

"never let me go."

"i wouldn't dream of it."

#am i happy with this? no! am i posting it anyways? yeah! #ben hargreeves angst #ben hargreeves fluff #ben hargreeves imagines #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #umbrella academy angst #umbrella academy fluff #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #message received: anon!

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Together - Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: In Hotel Oblivion, trying to save the world once more, you can’t help but wonder what Five sees in you. Reader: can be read as any gender Warnings: Five and Reader are both around their early to mid-twenties. SPOILER for Season 3 Episode 10, blood, sorta gore (you’ve seen the episode, you know why), slight angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death (again, you’ve seen the season) Word count: 5 331 A/N: I’m kinda not happy with this… I feel like it’s lacking emotions. Maybe because I finished writing this at 3am, knowing I’d have to get up at 6am…Feedback is appreciated.

You and Five had always had a difficult relationship, this much you were well aware off. He had torn you out of your completely normal, ordinary, boring life, only to drag you from apocalypse to apocalypse. Maybe you should hate him for it, should wish he had not. Because then, in this timeline, you never would have been born.

But now you were as much a paradox as the Umbrella Academy, only that you lacked any special powers. Unless making Five stick to your side like a puppy was a special power, of course, because ever since you had left Dallas, he would not leave your side. He had even insisted on sharing not only a room, but even the bed in the Obsidian. The first time you had tried to go to the bathroom, it had taken a lot of work convince him not to blink past the locked door. Still, you had been pretty certain that he had waited outside, nervously tapping his foot or fiddling around with one of his buttons.

If anyone else would have been as clingy as the undeniably genius but also equally undeniably mad hitman, you would have probably locked them in a broom closet by now, and thrown away the key.

But something about Five was different.

To the world he seemed like a snot-nosed young man, who believed he was better and more important than everyone else in the world. He seemed cold, calculating, manipulative. And maybe he was, to a certain level. But he loved nobody more than his family; he was ready to do everything for his family.

Except endanger you.

You had lost count on how many occasions he had thrown himself in the line of fire for you, had defended you against flying bullets and insults alike. When anyone else asked for an explanation to some crazy theory he had just blurted out, they were ignored, but whenever you asked, he patiently broke down his idea into humanly understandable phrases. What impressed you most about him though was how he was able to keep up with you, with your sarcasm and stupid jokes, how he was not fed up with you after five minutes, like most of the other people. He just rolled his eyes playfully, or even played into your sarcasm, making you laugh. These past days you had gotten the feeling he liked it when you laughed.

And so you grew more attached to him. It had only been a few weeks, but you had grown to like the strange man more than you had ever expected to like anyone, and it had taken seeing him die, the old version of him anyway, to realise you loved him. Well, maybe love was a strong word, but you were certain, given enough time, those feelings thrumming in your chest eventually would turn into love. Did you want to love him thought? Most certainly not. Not in the beginning at least, when you had thought someone like him could never even remotely understand the feeling of your heart beating faster at the mere thought of the other. But after Luther‘s wedding, when everyone had been dancing, he had grabbed your hand, and pulled you close. You could smell alcohol on his breath, but his eyes were clear, this thoughts not yet jumbled by the drug.

“No matter what happens in the next days,” he had whispered into the small space between you, “No matter what happens- I’ll always be by your side. Where you go, I go. I can’t lose you, not now that I found you.”

You had looked up at him then, into his crystal blue eyes, how he had watched your face at his words, and for a moment you had thought he would kiss you, had hoped he would kiss you. But then he had wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly.

Still, ever since then you could not quite shake the thought that maybe, maybe, if the world wasn’t ending, if you weren’t frantically running down corridor after corridor, maybe then Five and you might have had some strange, weird sort of future together. But you had taken your eyes off him for one second, and suddenly you had been alone in one of the hotel rooms in Hotel Oblivion. As if that hotel itself was not weird enough already. A hotel in another dimension while your world, your universe, had been destroyed by the Kugelblitz.

Your feet were hurting from running, your lungs burning from your frantic, paniced breathing, and your throat begun to dry from your calls for any of the superheroes, when you pushed past a door, and suddenly ended back up in the foyer.

“Five!” Relief flooded you as you spotted him standing with his siblings, and he spun around alarmed at the call, only to visibly relax when he recognised you.

“(Y/n),” he breathed, meeting you halfway towards the group. You wanted to hug him, glad to have found him again, but something stopped you. Something always stopped you from showing your full range of emotions to him, perhaps the fear of rejection.

“One moment you where there and the next-”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he interrupted you, making you perk up. He hardly ever apologized without being sarcastic, yet here he was. “I didn’t think- it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry for scaring you, and I’m glad you’re okay.” It was more like he was taking to himself, as his eyes quickly flickered over your body, checking for any injuries, before meeting your eyes again. “No more strolling off alone, from neither of us, okay?”

You nodded tight lipped, and watched him hold out his right hand to you. Confused you looked between his hand and his eyes questioningly, making him roll his eyes and take your left hand in his right one.

“If we don’t let go of one another, we can’t lose each other again,” he explained, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “So we’re holding hands until all of this is over, capiche?”

“Hey,” you protested as Five turned back to his family, and began dragging you along with him, his fingers somewhat cold and clammy around yours. “I don’t need anyone to hold hands with me, I’m no three years old.”

“Well, what a shame, because I don’t care,” Five announced over his shoulder, before the two of your joined the others, where Klaus was just explaining about how Reginald Hargreeves had killed him and Luther.

The moment the old man entered the foyer, you could feel Five stiffen up, taking a slight step forwards, so you were behind him. It was not the first time he did this, in fact, over the past days, whenever danger had arisen he had always taken a protective step in front of you. The gesture made your heart flutter, even though you were well aware, that this was neither the time nor the place for it. And yet… him being so protective over you meant more to you than you could have put into words.

But now, as the old man and Five’s siblings were fighting, your eyes wandered to one of the stars on the floor, right in front of Five. These stars on the floor had irritated you from the beginning on. They were only here, in the Hotel Oblivion, but had not been in the Hotel Obsidian, even though everything else had been mostly the same (not counting the bison’s behind and the paintings and writing). And they were only here, in the entrance hall, nowhere else in the building. They were not evenly distributed either. Actually there were only… what? A hand full, maybe half a dozen of them.

You blinked in confusion, your eyes skipping over the tiles, counting. Quickly you tucked at Five’s hand, his fingers wrapped around yours still.

“The floor,” you whispered over the argument of the others.

He did not have to turn around to know what you were referring to, but from the way he moved his head to look through the room, you knew he was counting the stars as well.

Without warning he turned around, and dragged you across the foyer towards the stairs, while the others were still fighting with Reginald Hargreeves.

“The stars,” he explained on his way up the stairs, “They form a pattern, you’re right. I want to see if it matches-”

“The sigil?”

He nodded, guiding you over to the balustrade, so you could see into the foyer. Both of you scanned the dimly lit room for the markers, trying to remember the pattern from the sigil. It was not hard, not for you at least. The image had burnt itself into your memory when Five had cut the piece of skin out of his dead future self. A shiver ran down your spine while you tried to match the pattern on the floor to that in your memory. Since the moment the old man had died, you had been terrified. The thought, that Five would die like this… not the fact that he died, but the How. For how long had he been in that bunker? Had he been all alone? Had he been scared and worried for his younger self? He had commented on how young you had looked. Had you spent a lot of time together, grown old together? All you knew was that you could not stand the idea of your Five meeting the same fate, that you would do everything you could to keep him from dying such a lonely death. Oh, how furious you had been when you had found out he had gotten the same tattoo as the one he had cut out of his own skin. Now you needed to somehow prevent him from losing his arm, and from founding the Commission. Both felt like fighting against windmills. On the other hand, the universe had been destroyed, so maybe this future of his had been successfully prevented, since all of you would die a lot earlier than that.

“Hey, I found the sigil,” Five shouted to his siblings who were still fighting with their adoptive father.

You snapped out of your thoughts, and pointed to the stars at the ground.

“It’s on the-”

You got interrupted by the sound of breaking glass, and alarmed both Five and you spun to your left, where one of the Guardians, who the others had mentioned before, broke through the glass ceiling.

Immediately your body was on fight or flight mode, and you felt Five tuck you away from where the Guardian was in free fall, pushing himself between you and the danger.

It was the flash of metal, there one second and gone the next, faster than you could have perceived, when Five suddenly cried out and stumbled to the floor. You felt his blood before you saw it in the dim light, so much blood, warm and sticky, coating your hands at an alarming rate as Five’s right hand slipped from your grip and he slumped against you. In terror you glanced down at him, at the source of so much blood, and found that where his left arm had been mere split seconds ago, only a stump was left.

The picture of the old Five in the bunker flickered before your eyes, how he had been missing his left arm, and you tasted sick on your tongue, not only from the thought of how painful it had to be to lose a limp or the smell of blood, but also from the realisation that you were one step closer to losing Five to that dark future.

Before another sound had left Five’s lips, you had quickly dragged him against the balustrade, and begun reaching for your belt. You needed to tie off the big blood vessels in his arm, so he would not bleed out. At the same time Five fumbled for his tie, thinking the same thing as you. Realising his tie was easier to access, you quickly loosened it, and pulled it over his head. His eyes were wide, sweat beginning to coat his forehead from the pain.

“I got you,” you mumbled, ignoring the sounds of a fight going on downstairs. Doubtlessly the Hargreeves were taking care of the last Guardian. Or the Guardian of them, by the sounds of it. But truth be told, you could not care less about that. All that mattered was the way blood continued spurting from Five’s wound and how desperately he looked up at you as you were kneeling in front of him. “I got you,” you repeated, tying the tie around what was left of his arm, and pulling it as tightly as possible. Five groaned in pain, making another wave of sickness spread through your stomach, but you ignored it.

“Tighter,” he whimpered. “It needs to be tighter.”

“Okay,” you nodded, while grabbing the blood slippery fabric as safely between your hands as possible. “This’ll hurt.”

You looked down at him, unable to keep the pity out of your gaze. You knew Five hated to be pitied, but still-

The way he looked up at you almost knocked all breath out of you. His eyes were soft, sad, and you had never seen anyone look at you with so much trust as he did in that moment.

“Maybe,” he began, blinking his blue eyes as if in a slight daze, “Maybe I should tell you that I-”

You did not let him finish whatever he had planned on saying. Instead you pulled the tie as tightly as possible, making Five scream out in pain, but at least the blood flow from his arm began ceasing.

“Tell me once we’ve saved the world,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against his quickly in a gesture of comfort. His skin was cold from sweat.

“The others-” he mumbled out, and you nodded in understanding, quickly getting up. The Guardian was on the floor, but so were most of the Hargreeves.

“The sigil is on the lobby floor,” you shouted to them, while helping Five up, who rested his weight against the balustrade.

“It’s the stars,” he added.

Immediately Reginald began ordering around the others, and while you and Five watched them scurry around, one after the other finding a star on the floor to stand on. As soon as one of them was positioned, the stars underneath their feet began glowing and clicking, while the sound of a motor all around you began picking up. Confused you looked around, trying to locate the source of the sound, but it seemed to come from everywhere at once.

“Number Five, quickly!”

Only when Reginald Hargreeves shouted for him, did you notice Five had left your side and moved to the bottom of the staircase. So much for never leaving each other’s side again, huh? Quickly you moved down the stairs, rushing to him, while he exchanged looks with Alison across the room. To your left, the Guardian that somehow had recovered from the previous attack, began roaring again, as it stormed towards the others. Before you could say something, before you could reach for him, Five had begun moving, blinking himself onto the last empty star right in the middle. The moment the touched it, bright blue flashes zapped between all seven heroes and the Guardian, so blinding that you had to cover your eyes. But with covered eyes it was all the more easier to hear the agonised screams of the Hargreeve siblings and Lila. And then the flashes died down.

Quickly you looked up, finding the seven seemed to be stuck in place, lights, like spotlights in a theatre, shining down on every single one of them. A look to the side revealed the Guardian to have fallen apart, hundreds of cockroaches streaming from an empty armour.

All of a sudden, the noises around you picked up again, clicking and buzzing, like those of a huge machine, in which’s centre you found yourselves. A strangled sound from Five made you snap your attention back to the seven people in the lights. Five’s head was leant back, his arms slightly spread, and what you could see from his face he looked pained.

“Five?” Jumping down the last steps of the staircase you hurried over to the seven, but did not dare touching any of them. “What’s happening,” you asked nobody in particular, before you turned to Reginald Hargreeves. “Hey, old man! What’s happening?”

But the man did not seem to take notice of you, of your panic strained voice, as the foyer around you began to change. What had seemed like solid matter, walls, floor, doors, windows, stairs and columns, dissolved into nothingness, leaving only faint lines of light where edges had been before. The only thing that was left was the floor with the stars and a part of the reception, which began to look increasingly like a control panel. Reginald walked over to the panel, a blue half-sphere appearing over him, displaying numbers and equations in a writing you could not read. But he seemed to be able to, because he began tapping around on them, shifting them.

A particularly loud gasp from Five tore your attention away from Reginald, and back to the young man you had grown so close to. In the white light you could, all too clearly, make out the pale tone of his skin. Not just pale, white, bordering grey. His eyes were wide, only strained gasps leaving his lips, but it was obvious in how much pain he was. You watched as his cheeks fell in, while Alison began arguing with Reginald. Second by second he began resembling a starving person more than the healthy man he had been minutes ago, as if the life itself was being drained from his body.

A ping from Hargreeve’s panel, and suddenly the groaning of the in the lights trapped increased to muffled scream of pain. Your heart was racing in your chest, and you were well aware of the tears that had begun falling from your eyes, as you helplessly repeated Five’s name over and over again. You knew you could not touch the light which trapped Five. What would happen if you did? There was no way of telling. But it could end tragically. And you were no hero. You were just- you. What grand things had you ever done in your life? Nothing worth mentioning, apart maybe from the most stupid thing which had been following Five out of your house one sunny morning three apocalypses ago and then falling in love with him.

“Please,” you pleaded, addressing Alison, or the old Hargreeves or anyone else who might be able to do something now. “Please, stop this. Please.”

Instead you had to watch as little glimmers of light began separating themselves from Five’s skin, and drifted upwards towards the invisible source of the spotlight that kept him trapped. More and more he looked like a days old corpse, but still he began talking, his eyes focused on Alison.

“He killed Luther,” he pressed out, “He tried to kill Klaus. He won’t stop before we’re all dead.”

You could not muffle the sob that slipped from your lips, as your knees gave out.

“’s gonna be alright,” Five mumbled, before a pained groan shut him up again, but you knew he had been talking to you. You wanted to punch him, wanted to mock him. How could things be alright after this? You had no way to stop whatever his deranged adoptive father was doing to him and his siblings. You did not know how to fight, had no weapon to either-

Unless…

Your eyes flickered across the room, searching for one of Diego’s knives, or one of the weapons the Guardian might have dropped. But the moment you spotted the sickle, Alison already picked it up. Frozen, you watched as she approached her adoptive father, and brought the weapon down on his head. The moment Reginald Hargreeves’ knees gave out, the lights suddenly died down, releasing its captives, and next to you Five collapsed on the ground.

“Five,” you gasped out, and quickly gathered him in your arms, pulling you into your lap. His skin was grey, stretching over easily visible bones. His eyes were dull, as if he were 200 years old, and his right hand weakly wrapped into your shirt, holding onto you as tightly as his weak state allowed.

“Hey, hey, I got you,” you whispered, reminding yourself that you had told him these words just minutes prior, when he had lost his arm. “I’m right here, I got you.” Carefully you brushed a strand of his jet black hair out of his eyes, your fingertips grazing his skin slightly. It felt so odd, so cold, so dead.

“Alison,” Five had turned his head towards where Alison had stepped over the corpse of the old Hargreeves into the centre of the panel, her hand hovering over a red button that had appeared on the screen. “Alison, don’t touch that button. We don’t know what it does!”

Viktor too was screaming for Alison to stop, even strong enough to have gotten up already and summoning his powers in the form of a blinding blue light. Would the fighting ever stop?

“Don’t do this,” Viktor warned, his fists lifted to his chest, ready to attack.

“Do you trust me,” Alison asked, holding Viktor’s gaze, who slowly let his arms down and the light dimmed until it had disappeared completely.

“Viktor, what are you doing,” Five asked, beginning roll out of where you had lifted him to rest his head in your lap. “Stop her.”

“If there’s one thing I know about big red buttons, it’s that – no matter how tempting they are – they should not be pressed,” you reminded Alison, slowly getting up from your spot on the floor, while the others joined Five’s plea not to press the button. But still she turned away from her the others and you, slowly bringing her hand down on the button.

You felt Five reach for you, and then everything got drowned in white.

~*~

Slowly an elevator door opened, revealing the middle of a small park, in what sounded like the centre of a big city, judging by the noise of traffic. Warm fingers were wrapped around yours, and when you looked up, you found Five looking down on you. His jaw was tightened, as if he expected to walk from Apocalypse Number 3 directly into Apocalypse Number 4. You felt his fingers carefully tighten around yours, and you adjusted your hand so you could do the same, while the others slowly began leaving the elevator. Five and you followed them.

In the middle of the small crossing of six paths stood a bust. Curiously you strolled over, Five in tow, to read the plate that was attached below it.

“Obsidian Memorial Park, Graciously donated by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, this first day of October 1989,” you read out in a whisper. Five’s fingers tightened around yours.

While you were still around, a commotion started up in front of the elevator, and you suddenly spotted Luther, alive and well, visible for all of you and not just Klaus, standing in front of it. He enthusiastically hugged Victor, lifting him up, as all the others too watched in astonishment. As Luther and everyone else realised he had the normal body of a well-trained man now, instead of that of an ape, you felt Five move at your side, and turned to look at him, your breath catching in your throat as you saw how he was holding out his left arm in front of his body.

“I got my arm back,” he marvelled, turning his hand in the dim light of the park.

Again you felt tears well up in your eyes, but this time out of pure relief. Five had his arm back, which meant that there was still time to prevent the future you had seen for him.

“I got my arm back,” he repeated, turning to you, a bright smile on his face which in itself made your breath hitch. And then he let go of your hand, gathering you up in his arms instead, lifting you so your feet were in the air, and twirled you around, giggling into your neck, while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and laughed. You laughed like you had not laughed in weeks, not caring about what his siblings might think. Truthfully, right now you did not care what anyone was thinking. The only thing that mattered was that Five was with you, and he was alive and uninjured and seemingly healthy. You could deal with all the endings of the world in the universe if he was by your side.

When Five put you down again, both of you slightly out of breath the atmosphere around you had cooled down harshly. Luther was looking for Sloane, and Alison seemed to be missing too. That definitely put a damper on the whole ‘we’re still alive and somehow prevented the apocalypse’-situation.

“Hey,” suddenly Luther came storming over to you and Five, harshly grabbing him by the collar of his jacket. “I don’t care about any resets, alright?” You protested, grabbing Luther’s wrist in warning, trying to tuck him away from Five. “I want my wife back, Five. Where is she?”

“I’m glad you’re alive, but please take your hand off me,” Five answered Luther a lot calmer than you were.

At that Luther grabbed Five’s collar with both hands, pulling him closer threateningly.

“Luther, that’s enough,” you tried interfering but Luther ignored you entirely.

“Not until you give me an answer,” he snarled at Five.

“Okay, screw this,” Five decided, lifting his hands in order to blink out, but nothing happened. No blue light signalling the opening of a portal, nothing. “Something’s wrong.”

Immediately panic swept into his eyes, which landed on you, as if to search for help while you watched with baited breath.

“That’s right, something’s wrong,” Luther growled, “You’re about to get your ass kicked.”

“No, you moron, my power,” Five rolled his eyes, looking up at his brother. “I can’t blink.”

At that Luther let go of Five, who quickly straightened out his jacket before turning to you. You only half noticed how the other siblings tried summoning their powers but failed miserably, as Five grabbed your hand in his again.

Slowly the group began splitting up; Luther running off to find Sloane, Klaus following him. Diego and Lila, left holding hands, and Viktor too sighed, and slowly strode off, no clear idea where to go.

Which left Five and you, holding hands in the middle of a park at night. Slowly you looked at him, the question of what you should do now dying on your lips, as you saw the absentminded gaze with which he was scrutinizing you.

“The thing I was about to say before...” he trailed of as if he expected you to remember.

“What thing?”

“The thing I was about to say before you rudely interrupted me by cutting off all blood supply to my arm-”

“Oh, you mean where I saved you from bleeding you,” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him challengingly.

Five rolled his eyes at you.

“You’re insufferable, you know that,” he asked with a sigh, before his piercing blue eyes met yours again.

“Yet here you are, holding my hand,” you pointed out.

Five glanced down to your joined hands hanging in the space between you, gently running his thumb over the back of your hand.

Not looking back up at you, he continued.

“Anyway, as I was about to say- not matter how many apocalypses we have to face in the future… I want you to know that I will do absolutely anything to make sure you are safe. I dragged you into this mess; I am the one who needs to make sure you are safe. And I don’t care what it coasts me.”

“But I do, Five,” you shook your head, trying to get him to look at you, but his eyes were fixed on your hands. “I care what it costs you, and you can’t risk your life, or limbs or- you can’t put yourself at risk for me.”

“Why not?”

“’cause you’re special, Five. The world needs you, needs the Umbrella Academy-”

“Not anymore,” he shrugged. “I lost my powers and, you know, I think maybe that’s a good thing, for once. Maybe, maybe we can just stay here, you know, the two of us. In this world. Screw the apocalypse, the end of the universe… we could just… stay here. Stay together.”

It took a moment for the words to settle in, and confused you blinked.

“Wouldn’t… wouldn’t you grow tired of me,” you asked carefully, not sure if you understood correctly what Five was implying.

“You know I could never grow tired of you,” he denied, finally looking at you again. “I thought I knew the range of human emotions, thought I knew what- what love is, but these past weeks… you-” He exhaled, and shook his head. “Truth is, I don’t care which world or which apocalypse I have to live in, as long as it’s with you. Does that sound stupid?”

You laughed quietly, and took a step closer to Five, reaching your free hand up to cup his face. Immediately he snuggled into you touch, his eyes fluttering closed. His skin was warm now, a lot warmer than just a few minutes ago when the machine had sucked the life out of him.

“It does,” you told him. “I at least prefer this world-” you paused to signal him you were referring to your surroundings, “to the apocalypse world you described to me.”

Five nodded.

“I get that,” he agreed.

“Hey, Five,” you called quietly. Slowly his eyes opened again. “Can I kiss you?”

For a moment his eyes widened in shock, before he surprised you by leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours in a desperate but gentle kiss. His lips were hot and soft, smooth as they pressed to yours. He let go of your hand, which he had still been holding, wrapping the arm around your waist instead, while he brought the other up to your neck, carefully holding you in place. Your hand was still on his face, the other propped against his chest, feeling the fast beating of his heart under your palm. Five kissed you like he was drowning and you were the only thing that kept him alive. And maybe that was partially true. After Luther’s wedding he had told you that he would continue fighting if you asked him to, that the only reason he would stop this apocalypse, would be to save you, if you wanted that. You had told him there was no way to save the world, and that you would rather spend the last few hours with him than trying to chase a solution that did not exist. But there you were now. In a new world, a new universe even, your hand wrapped into the front of his dress shirt, his fingers massaging small figures into your neck as his lips connected to yours over and over again.

When the kiss eventually broke, Five wrapped both of his arms around you, and lifted you in the air again, twirling you around once more. His face was buried in your neck, your nose pressed into his short, black hair. And when he set you down again, both of you dizzy from the spinning, he gently cupped your jaw.

“Where ever we go from here on out,” he whispered, “we go together.”

His blue eyes were blazing with passion, making your breath hitch, and you nodded, pressing your forehead against his.

“Together,” you promised.

Tagged:

@alexstyx​ @recommendedattheprice @jayloverthe3rd​ @robinruns​ @lookalivefrosty​ @butterflycore​ @vamp-void @angelevansfalls a @omgsuperstarg​ @reinaeru​

#five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x you #five hargreeves x reader fluff #five hargreeves x you fluff #five hargreeves fanfic #five hargreeves fanfiction #umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy fanfiction #fluff #tw: blood #tw: alcohol #tw: gore

[jhopezwrld]

archived works

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

DIEGO HARGREEVES

(hc) nsfw headcanons

(drabble) fluff + smut w/ diego

(hc) diego x plus sized!reader

KLAUS HARGREEVES

(hc) nsfw headcanons

#umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy smut #Diego Hargreeves imagines #Diego Hargreeves smut #Klaus hargreeves imagines #Klaus hargreeves smut #archived #vampjoons #jhopezwrld #my writing #masterlist

[geminigengar]

Meet the Brady Bunch

various hargreeves x black!reader, jayme hargreeves x reader if you squint

your first impression of the sparrow academy is a little different from the rest of your siblings.

warnings: mild canon typical violence, mildly nsfw language

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

you turned, taking in what should be your living room. something was off. you weren't sure what but you always trusted your instincts. it wasn't until you saw it that you slapped diego's arm to get his attention.

a portrait was hung in the place of what was once five's. instead a picture of a handsome man with dark hair and a scowl took its place.

diego didn't have time to take it in before your siblings whipped around at the sound of a new voice speaking.

"dad, who the hell are these assholes?"

you sighed and took your time turning to face them. hauling ass from a literal war in the middle of the segregation era to the 21st century in under ten minutes makes one a little tired. just a little bit.

you weren't sure what you were anticipating when being faced with the strained voice that was barking at your family but it surely wasn't... just some guy.

"ben? is that really you?" luther asked.

you blinked once. twice.

"OH YO?"

you hadn't meant to yell when you pointed at him, snapping your fingers. if anyone asked you'd blame your outburst on your exhaustion and also the fact this guy was supposed to be dead.

you looked to klaus, "that's benny-eny-eny? benny with the-?" you poked your stomach.

your brother nodded to you laughing at your antics. "oh yeah! you never met did you?"

you shook your heard. by the time you discovered that there were others like you and managed to track some of them down the ben from your timeline had been long dead for several years. "shorter than i thought he would be."

you've only ever felt ben's presence after he was deceased. you'd never even seen a picture of the man. you didn't picture him being as angry as the now fuming man across from you. you could practically see the smoke blowing out his ears.

"i am NOT short."

klaus waved him off, ignoring his comment like he growing more agitated by the second, "benny bob," klaus said before waving back to you "y/n/n, our long lost sibling."

the tense silence that followed was unbearable, nearly suffocating all the hargreeves.

except to you. while normally you were great at reading the room but you might have brain damage at the moment. so you, complete oblivious and awkward, raised a hand and waved. "hows it goin?"

you checked out of most of the conversation onward until you caught the eye of the man who you gathered was their number one. he was tall, stupidly muscular, and very hot. marcus, you caught his name, seemed nicer than not-your-brother ben. you sniffed, realising you'd been starring. slightly embarrassed, you nodded to him like you were the only two black folk in a walmart parking lot. which was close enough to your current predicament being most of your combined siblings were light bright and white. he did nod back though, which you took as a good sign.

you scanned the rest of the sparrows, still not paying attention to the conversation, not that you usually did. you'd become somewhat of an expert at tuning out your siblings whenever they spoke.

behind ben you spotted a bored looking girl who looked like she visibly dripped sarcasm. you watched her spit on diego from across the room; which you found hotter than you'd like to admit, almost jealous as you watched diego wipe the black liquid off his face. you vaguely wondered what else her mouth was capable of before dragging your mind out of the gutter and moving on.

sizing up the very tall, very much melting? man next to her, you decided some questions were better left unasked.

spotting another person behind their number one you nodded again, wanting to let them know you weren't on with your hot-headed siblings antics. receiving no except an eyebrow raise, you almost huffed before squinting.

oh wait shit, they're blind.

you winced, feeling like a dickhead. yeah, you definitely had brain damage.

you took in the last woman that you honestly didn't wanna deal with. she looked like every annoyingly perky and optimistic white woman you've ever met. maybe a little dumber. actually, you thought, she vaguely reminded you of a female luther. the thought was what made you realise the doe eyes she was throwing in said brothers direction and you groaned.

your eyes flicked up above her head to the silver, levitating cube thing that was apparently their sibling. you were too tired to do the math on how it was a human. it's poor mom pushing out all those corners and 90° angles. you did wonder though- what were the odds. couldn't hurt right?

you nodded again. your eyes widened as the box tilted down and back in what you assumed was the cubic equivalent of a nod.

huh.

you heard a smack and tore your eyes from the shiny entity to see klaus flying over the table and falling back onto the couch.

"hey! you really didn't have to do that!"

"yeah, i really did!"

you covered your mouth but it was too late as you snorted before you could stop yourself. allison smacked your arm when viktor turned to you wide eyed. you turned away from them, trying to stifle your laugh and allison shoved you. "mans flew like a ragdoll-" you said snickering into your palm.

"feeling the love dear sister" klaus spoke up from the couch.

"sorry."

"no you're not,"

"im really not," you giggled, apparently the only one finding humour in all this.

after that, faster than you could register, every sibling started fighting; most of them pairing off, heading out around the house to settle their beef.

the girl with the long dark hair stepped toward you menacingly, which under any other circumstance you would've found incredibly sexy - and to be honest, you did feel your cheeks heat up at the sight - but you knew she was definitely about to beat your ass.

"aht aht! hold on now, i don't wanna fight you!"

"aww," she fake pouted "did you wanna be best friends?" she asked sarcastically.

god why was women bullying you so hot? you made a mental note to find a therapist in the current timeline after this.

"no, the fuck? we just fought a literal war with like a million furries with guns." she furrowed her eyebrows at you, very confused. you shrugged, "plus, i just got my hair done."

she scoffed before stalking towards you again.

okay clearly the other two, potentially three including the cube, black folk in this house didn't fill their siblings in on exactly how important your hair was to yall but that was a conversation for another time. you were not about to go get your tracks yanked like this; at least not outside of the bedroom.

you sent up a prayer for allison's wig.

you ran backwards, dodging and side stepping around the living room, making sure to keep pillars and furniture between you two. you grabbed a picture off of the mantle - ironically of her - to block the weird sticky, black, venom this woman kept hurling at you.

"dude c'mon!" all you wanted was a shower, a good meal, and a nap. "i'm a pacifist! i don't even know how to fight!" a lie. while you did hate fighting you could definitely handle yourself. you're just too lazy to do so.

"sounds like a you problem."

you threw the picture at her which caught easily. it bought you enough time to leap across the overturned couch and sprint through hallway out the door.

did you feel bad leaving your siblings to fight your alternative universe evil kind of dopplegangers?

nah.

you jogged a few blocks before slowing to an exhausted walk. milling about you spotted a few food trucks in the distance.

your siblings all in various states of injury, found you several minutes later, sitting cross legged on a bench finishing the last of your burrito bowl.

#jayme hargreeves x reader #marcus hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x reader #poly hargreeves x reader #tua imagines #umbrella academy imagines #sparrow academy imagines #my own writing

[love-strawberry]

the umbrella academy

masterlist

navigation

- five hargreeves

meet in the afterglow ( coming soon )

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy x reader #tua x reader #tua x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #fuve hargreeves x fem!reader #five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves #five hargreeves blurbs #five hargreeves angst #tua five #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #tua s2 #tua s3 #tua #tua imagines #the umbrella academy netfilx #five hargreeves fanfiction #five hargreeves fluff #five x you #five x reader #five x y/n

[best-funeral-ever]

If you’re taking TUA requests would you considering writing something where Luther has a cold and his siblings (or maybe Sloane?) look after him? Just something nice and sweet uwu🥺 or angsty works if that’s your vibe~

Luther gets a cold [various/platonic]

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting, I'm sorry this took me a few days I'm recovering from the flu.

I wanted to do Sloane but I unfortunately don't know enough about her character (I'm watching S3 with my dad and we're only up to Episode 3) :(

I hope this is good enough, and thank you again for requesting!! 💛

Rated: M (Small Mature Themes)

Triggers: Sickness? Implied intoxicated Klaus

Synopsis: Number 1 of the Umbrella Academy gets sick and consequentially bedridden? How would the rest of the Academy handle the situation as individuals? Written in a setting where they live together in the house (probably S1 without so much apocalypse rush?); NOT MEANT TO INTERTWINE WITH THE PLOT

Let's be real.

Luther gets a cold? He can handle it, he's fine, he doesn't need help, he's been sick before, and he doesn't want his siblings to help him in any way or be helpful

(he is lying on all of the above)

We'll review each sibling down the number line and start with everyone's favourite boar headed mama's boy.

Diego I feel like would know before Luther knows that he's sick (or getting sick)

He goes out and buys some cold and flu medication, "just to restock", and hides it in Luther's bedside drawers when Luther's out and about

This is the most he does, because he knows his brother, even though he's stupid as hell sometimes, can handle a cold

(he will be significantly more tolerable during this time, Klaus absolutely bullies him about it in a fond, Klaus kinda way)

Now, Allison. Allison, Allison, Allison.

Allison (a weird word now that I've typed it 5 times in a row) is of course very attentive. She also picks up on Diego's behaviour.

She, unlike Klaus, isn't a dickhead, so she smiles to herself about it and nothing more

She will be the one who checks in every few hours and makes sure that Luther's taking his meds and staying in bed

"Luther, I don't care that you think you're fine, you are not moving."

"What? Why?"

"You're sick???? You're contagious- Luther stop trying to get out of bed stop it"

"Allison, I'm fine, really"

Luther proceeded to cough so bad he doubled over, and Allison promptly pushed him back onto the bed and tucked him in with a little less patience than she had before

She knows this contact will definitely make her sick later, but she cares about Luther more, and future Allison will know not to repeat his mistakes

On to number 4, my personal bias

Klaus is a dick yes? We all know this?

Good, good, just making sure :)

He will be the person to also check in every few hours; he somehow accidentally falls perfectly in line with Allison's routine, so they swap out so efficiently Luther thinks they've coordinated it beforehand

("You think I planned this? Oh you silly little big boy.")

Klaus will try his best to keep Luther entertained but let's be honest here

It just makes Luther wish his meds had melatonin. And that he'd taken double the amount.

He will go on for actual hours about random shit he's seen, will laugh at his own jokes constantly

I'm placing this in S1 sort of time period so he's sober but barely and Ben is also there

Klaus will randomly adjust stuff on Luther's bed to make him more comfortable, like fluffing up couch pillows and readjusting his blankets

"Klaus, how do you know how to do all this?"

Klaus takes all the credit in a panic, not wanting Luther to be all grumpy when he says Ben's being a control freak

Ben looks very exasperated at having credit, like always, being taken from him and given to Klaus

But, Ben thinks to himself, at least his brothers aren't screaming at eachother.

Five is cynical. That's his nature. He's a grown man who has to relive puberty and the general public; he's not happy

That doesn't stop him from wanting to help his brother, even if he's pea brained

He will adjust his med dosages based on his body and tolerance so that they actually work

He'll do the dumb little math to make sure his brother can get his coughing under control - he's starting to think the walls will start crashing down if his elephant coughs keep ringing out through the house

He will also elect himself as volume control. He's very respectful, very calm and polite—

*SLAM* "FIVE IM SO GLAD I FOUND YOU I HAD SUCH A WILD FREAKIN NIGHT MAN—"

Klaus is promptly teleported onto the porch in the rain by a very pissed off Five who was supervising Luther for the night

"You idiot! Your brother is sick and trying to get better in there! For once in your pathetic life will you just. stop. talking!?"

"Okay okay okay okay can we go back inside now it's cold :("

Five warps them both back inside

Klaus doesn't interrupt him or Luther's sleep for the rest of the period

Five is vv protective in his own, violently dysfunctional way

Victor is probably the most awkward about the situation

He's been sick, obviously, and he knows Luther can get sick, obviously

He just can't wrap his head around how he's able to help

He's by far the most quiet and mellow visitor that Luther could have that isn't boring (Pogo)

Usually, Victor will just talk to his brother about whatever either of them can think of

A lot of apologies come from both ends because they're both just two awkward brothers trying really hard to bond

In a way, it's nice, because they learn a lot about eachother this way

Luther learns how Victor realised he was transgender and learns what exactly that means going forward (pronouns, medicals, etc.)

Victor learns how Luther truly felt about being "Number 1" and how much pressure he feels to fit that name

"I never realised how difficult it was for you to just be yourself," is the mutual thought that they voice

it's met with obvious, joined laughter, because of course the other has no idea what it's like, but then there's an understanding

When Luther finally does get better, it's easy to see that he and his siblings are all a little closer; between having to co-ordinate with eachother and work together to tend to their brother and having to keep arguments slim "because it'll fuck up the healing process", they've all grown closer and more understanding of eachother

It's something they're sure their father would've resented seeing.

#tua #umbrella academy incorrect quotes #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy imagines #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves #umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #victor hargreeves #umbrella academy ben #tua ben #ben hargreeves #tua allison #klaus tua #umbrella academy klaus #tua klaus #tua diego #diego hargreeves #tua five

[ben-er-ino]

literally crying about angst ben hagreeves fics under a blanket at 2:45 in the morning with tear stains all over my shirt.

#umbrella academy imagines #ben hargreeves

[saidrolav]

Hello, how are you?

I was wondering if I can get an umbrella academy ship?

I'm a he/she gender fluid INFP, Sun in Cancer, Moon in aquarius and my ascendent is Leo.

I love to read adventure and romance novels, watch movies and hear podcasts, I also enjoy knitting, embroidering and drawing. At first sight I might seem quite and serious but one I open up I can be witty and loud. My friends often say I'm intelligent and I talk to big words a lot.

My style can go in a spectrum from light/dark academia to grudge/ skater boy aesthetic.

Also my love language is quality time and acts of service

Hiiii thank you for your 🐧!! I ship you with..

Allison Hargreeves!

You guys would definitly listen to the same podcasts during the day and when you get together you will talk about it and get so excited it's so cute!! 🥰

She will definitly ask the "when you are done can i borrow it ?" Talking about your romance and adventure novels!! And then you'll share what your favourite part was!

She could listen to you for hours she just thinks you're so smart! 🧡🧡

#allison umbrella academy #allison tua #allison hargreeves #umbrella academy #umbrella academy ships #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy imagines #the umbrella academy #🐧

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Caged In

Pairing: Yandere Five Hargreeves x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: You try escaping Five but you should’ve known he’ll never let that happen.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: Five is aged up, as usual. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

--

It’s pure luck how you managed to catch Five unguarded, successfully kicking him in the groin and running towards the door as he slouches in pain. 

Not so lucky as the door is locked. You should’ve guessed but right now, your brain is working fast, adrenaline pumping in your veins. You take a left turn, running towards one of the guest rooms, hoping that at least one of their windows must be unlocked. 

It’s the first time you’re actually trying to escape, acting upon an impulse. Five is going to be ballistic but you don’t have another choice. You just can’t stay here anymore. 

It’s driving you insane. Actually he’s insane and he’s on the verge of turning you insane too. 

“Y/n! Come back here now.” Five loudly yells but you don’t even dare to slow down.

You have a hopeful feeling this is going to work.

Barging into one of the large guest rooms, you immediately run towards the window and try to shove it upwards. 

It doesn’t even budge.��

You frantically run towards the next room, spitting a cuss word. Five is nowhere to be heard but you know it won’t take long before he’s fully operational again. That thought alone makes your hands sweat. 

You forcefully push the door, praying this window is unlocked but as soon as you take a step inside the room, Five materializes. A cocky grin on his face, hands on his hips. 

“Oh? Were you planning on going somewhere, darling?” he mocks you.

“Five, please…” you beg, feeling your determination slipping away from you as he starts taking steps towards you. 

“You actually thought you’d be able to get away from here? From me?” he lets out an incredulous laugh.

“You should’ve known better, Y/N. I’ll never allow you to leave me. You’re stuck with me for the rest of eternity.”  

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere tua #yandere umbrella academy #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #yandere!five hargreeves #yandere the umbrella academy #dark five hargreeves #dark five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #yandere x reader #tw: kidnapping #tw: yandere #dark fic

[just1riqht]

okkkkkkk yalllll I just finished watching Umbrella Academy season 3 and I know I always ask you guys for fanfiction for like a million different characters but I need Sparrow Academy Ben Hargreeves smut please and thank you

#umbrella academy #ben hargreeves #Netflix #klaus Hargreaves #sparrow academy #Allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #Luther hargreeves #five hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #lila pitts #tv #fanfiction #x reader #imagines #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy x reader #Ben hargreeves x reader #Diego hargreeves x reader #smut #fluff

[kiyoomology]

good looking ☆ klaus hargreeves

genre: angst, kind of a happy ending but not really warnings: mentions of the world ending summary: you and klaus spend your last moments together. notes: klaus my beloved

good looking by suki waterhouse filled your ears, and you let your eyes close as the thundering outside was blocked out.

this is the last thing you could’ve expected of your life. ending up in a weird otherworldly hotel with your partner and their family, waiting out the hours until your inevitable demise.

“what’re you listening to?”

you tore your eyes away from the window, locking eyes with klaus.

“good looking.” you mumbled, scooting over on the couch and pulling out your headphones as klaus sat next to you. they observed your face for a moment, taking your shaking hand into their own.

“quite fitting, isn’t it?” they asked, thumbs running over the back of your hand as their eyes fixed on the horizon, where yours had been moments before.

you only nodded, a verbal response feeling lodged in your throat. klaus’ hand was the only thing anchoring you to the earth, and if you didn’t have them you were sure that you would’ve gone insane.

you stared wordlessly as klaus adjusted themselves so that their head was lying on your chest, arms wrapped around your torso. you folded your hands on their back, chin resting on the top of their head.

you felt safe with klaus, even as you watched the kugelblitz expand and take what was left of the city.

“if we’re gonna die tonight, i’m glad you’re here with me.” you spoke, breaking the silence. klaus said nothing, pulling you closer into their body.

you moved one hand to gently card through their curls, tears burning in your eyes as you realized you’d never be able to do this again.

“there’s no one else i’d rather be with when the world ends beside you.” you continued, the hand that remained on their back clutching them tighter.

the tears were slipping down your cheeks now, wetting the top of klaus’ head. if they noticed, they didn’t say anything.

“i’m so glad that i’ve gotten as much time as i have with you. you mean everything to me.” another confession slipped past your lips, and you moved to kiss the top of klaus’ head.

“and i know you know this, but i love you. i wish i said it more often before now. and i took it for granted, but i wish we could’ve spent that time in the sixties together.”

“we’ve been to hell and back, you more than me. every moment we’ve shared, i’ve cherished it.”

you stopped talking as your voice cracked, a painful lump forming in your throat.

klaus finally sat up, and you gently held their face in your hands as they smiled sadly at you, letting out a big sigh.

“i don’t get sentimental often, but i hope you know that i love you too.” they murmured, grabbing your hands so that they were intertwined with theirs.

“i know.” you murmured, closing your eyes as klaus kissed away the tears that were sliding down your face.

“then don’t cry. we’ve got the rest of our lives to spend together.” they said softly, and you didn’t miss how their eyes seemed to glisten too.

you nodded, head feeling heavy as klaus settled into your embrace again.

you muffled your sobs with the back of your hand, holding klaus with all of the strength in your body, like there was no tomorrow.

because there was no tomorrow, but you were eternally grateful that your last moments would be spent with the person you loved the most.

#Umbrella Academy #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy imagines #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy angst #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves angst #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves imagine

[kingkeerys]

50 ways to say goodbye ♛ ben hargreeves 2/4

word count: 5,100

pairing(s): sparrow!ben hargreeves/oc, umbrella!ben hargreeves/oc (platonic-ish)

a/n: i'm annoyed with myself for not knowing when to stop and turning this into a 4-parter vs the 2 parts i originally started with. i'm even more annoyed with having to go back on my word of not giving the oc a name OR a power. blah! so yes, her name is sam. don't get confused pls. also i'm the president of the "allison is now dead to me" club and all of you can join free of charge. (p.s. let me know if you like part 2. thanks xoxo)

← previous chapt. next chapt. →

FEI ENTERED THE ROOM with a pleased smirk, followed by a tentative Sloane and a confused Luther.

Sam felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of Ben knowing Luther had been there all along, which meant he knew about their not-so-secret relationship. That had to have been a bad thing, right? She knew if she were him, she certainly wouldn’t have been pleased. Hell, she wasn’t him and she wasn’t exactly happy about it.

“Make yourself comfortable,” said Fei. She was grinning at Ben but her words had clearly been addressed to Luther.

Luther glanced warily around the room, Sloane clutching his arm like a stranded koala, and when his eyes fell on Sam’s timid form on the couch, they widened.

“Sam? When did you get here?” he asked, gaze jumping between her, Ben and Fei. He gestured to the siblings. “Did they do anything to you? Did you hurt her?”

He stepped forward, large shoulders hunched threateningly. Sloane placed a comforting hand on his forearm, coaxing him back towards her. Neither Ben nor Fei appeared intimidated. Sam stood and quickly shook her head.

“I’m fine, Luther. No one hurt me. I think,” she eyed Ben out of her peripherals, “I might be here for the same reason you are.”

Luther’s brows furrowed, glancing between her and Ben, before making some sort of connection that caused his eyes to widen a second time. He pointed to Ben accusingly.

“Are you sneaking around with him?” he hissed in a whisper that was anything but subtle. She wanted to facepalm at the very wrong conclusion he’d drawn from that but settled with sighing impatiently.

“No, Luther, I’m saying he wanted us both here because he has something to tell us. I knew you were going to be here,” she admitted sheepishly, ignoring Luther’s own embarrassment that she was keeping tabs on his rendezvous with Sloane. “I followed you so I could keep an eye on you, make sure you were going to be okay. When Ben found me, I told him about the Kugelblitz. Something has to be done,” she stressed.

It took Luther a moment to catch up, but the creases in his forehead slowly eased and he nodded along. “No, yeah, I totally agree. We need to… do something.”

His lame response wasn’t met with a very impressed crowd, but Ben feigned a smile nonetheless.

“That’s exactly why you’re here,” said Ben. His sharp eyes flashed to Sloane standing half behind Luther. “Give us a minute.”

Sam watched Sloane tiptoe to press a kiss to Luther’s cheek – how bizarre to watch – before gracefully leaving the room, but not before ordering her brother to be nice. The smile Ben gave in return was anything but. Without taking his gaze off Luther, he nudged his chin towards Fei and she left the room without comment, accepting the wordless signal.

Luther fidgeted under Ben’s stare and was the first to speak once only the three of them remained.

“Listen man, if this is about Sloane, I’m sorry for creeping into your house like this, we’re just—”

“What’s your game?” Ben interrupted him.

Luther flashed him a goofy smile.

“Big fan of Yahtzee,” At Ben’s unchanged face, Luther’s smile faded. “Old Ben would have laughed at that joke.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Spare me the ‘old Ben’ monologue, blondie already took care of that for you.”

At Luther’s stare, Sam gave a small wave and a chagrinned smile. He glanced back over at Ben and squinted his eyes, leaning forward a bit. Ben scrunched up his nose and leaned away out of reflex.

“You know, I’m not entirely convinced the old Ben isn’t in there somewhere,” Luther surmised, studying Ben closely.

“He’s not,” Ben snipped, as if offended by the very notion. Luther ignored him.

“I mean, you’re technically the exact same person he was, DNA and all, just raised in a different environment.”

She blinked. She hadn’t thought of it that way. Given the fact that appearance-wise he looked exactly the same, only a few years older, it was fair enough to speculate that the same woman had given birth to him. If that was the case, Luther’s logic was completely sound. She didn’t know how she felt about that.

“Ah, yes,” Ben agreed, no less condescending than before. “The old nature vs nurture argument.”

She shook her head, irritated by his indifference. “Amazing how growing up without us can turn you into such an asshole.”

Luther quirked his head in agreement and Ben gave her a withering glare.

“It’s true though. You could try toning that down just a bit,” Luther dropped his hand from about collarbone level to just below his chest. He gave a shrug. “You are kind of mean.”

Ben slapped his hand out of the way. “I didn’t call you down here for advice on my character. Just worry about yourself, Gigantor. But we could use your advice on something else.”

Before she or Luther could guess what Ben could possibly want advice on, he called for Grace. And as if waiting for permission to enter, they watched as the primly-dressed robot appeared in the doorway carrying a black box with Fei trailing silently behind her.

Her mannerisms in this reality were troublesome enough as it was, but what was really unsettling was the fact that her right eye seemed to be missing. This hadn’t been the case the last time they saw her. Her circuitry glowed blue through the empty crevice in her face, causing her to appear even more unnatural and inhuman. The missing appendage appeared to have little affect on her though, which was all the more disconcerting.

Sam hated that Grace, their mother, was nothing more than a mindless machine in this timeline.

She stood and followed as Luther met Grace halfway. Grace presented the box to him with an unnerving smile. He stared down at it for a good three seconds.

“What’s this?” he finally asked.

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Open it.”

Sam stood to Luther’s right as he lifted the cover from the box, revealing a shiny burgundy suit with an unmistakable seal of a Sparrow on the left breast.

“A Sparrow uniform?” she was so taken aback that she had to ask the question out loud.

“Astute observation,” Ben deadpanned before redirecting his attention to Luther. “It’s Marcus’s, but you have a similar build.”

“I can’t take this,” said Luther. He frowned at Ben, then Sloane as she stepped into the room, recognizing the box immediately. A hovering, iridescent block hovered just past Sloane’s shoulder, chirping curiously in her wake and Sam jumped – she’d completely forgotten about the cube. What was its name again? “I’m not a Sparrow – I’m still part of the Umbrella Academy.”

“Are you?” Ben countered, eyes sliding over to Sloane’s form who appeared delighted by the turn of events. “We no longer have a Number One, or anyone who can properly fill those shoes,” he slitted his gaze at Fei – clearly there had been an argument on that topic. “That’s where you come in.”

“Pick someone else,” Sam interjected, face stony. Ben lifted an eyebrow at her. “Anyone else, I don’t care. A random gym rat off the street should do the trick.”

Ben huffed a laugh. “I’m not only asking him.”

It took another five, maybe ten seconds for her to understand what he was implying. Her anger melted away into confusion.

“Me?” she checked, perplexed. “Why me? What would you need me for?”

Ben clasped his hands in front of himself, taking a step towards her. “To fight. To take care of this Kugelblitz thing; to save the world, become one big happy family,” he cocked his head. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“To a degree,” she replied, eyeing him skeptically. “But not what you wanted. Why the change of heart?”

“Incidentally, I believe you,” he said, surprising her again. “The Kugelblitz has to be stopped, and we can’t fight it alone. We’re better off having you both with us rather than against us.”

“And you need us to be Sparrows in order to do that?” Luther interjected.

Ben’s smile was unreadable.

“You can stay as long as you’d like,” he then directed his attention to Sam. “Jayme’s uniform should fit you. Come with me.”

--

She stared mutely at the uniform outstretched on the bed across from her, chin resting in her hand as she perched on the chair at Jayme’s old desk.

The Sparrows’ infamous logo sat in the center of the uniform above the chest. Unlike Luther’s uniform – or Marcus’s, rather – it had a zipper extending from the neck and curving down the body of the uniform, wrapping around it like a vice until it reached the hip. She could tell at first glance that the zipper was only for show.

“Well?” Ben’s voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom. “Aren’t you going to try it on?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“What’s stopping you?”

She lifted her head and placed her hand on the back of the chair, narrowing her eyes at him.

“This is more than just putting on an outfit and admiring myself in the mirror. That uniform represents a family I’m not apart of. Putting it on means setting my own family aside.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “You’re not signing your life away to us by wearing a jumpsuit, and it’s not like a group of paparazzi are going to snap photos of you in it and sell them to the black market. No one outside our families are going to know. It doesn’t mean whatever you’re trying to make it mean.”

She gave him a hard look. Her life would be so much easier if she just had the ability to read minds.

“Does it not bother you at all that I’d be wearing your sister’s uniform?”

His expression steeled and he kicked himself away from the doorframe, jaw clenched. “She was weak. Let’s hope you aren’t, too.”

He left with those ominous words hanging heavy in the air and she returned her gaze to the uniform, not entirely convinced she wasn’t.

--

She eventually did try the uniform on, several hours after Ben left her to her own thoughts. It fit well enough and that was all she needed to know before taking it right back off. She hoped she’d never actually have to wear it.

Allison showed up at nightfall, which was a surprise to everyone. Sam had been sitting in the living room being a third wheel to Luther and Sloane when Ben marched out the front door seemingly out of nowhere, Fei at his heels. The three of them had exchanged curious looks before following after them.

What awaited them made her stomach turn. The man from before who knew Viktor, the one who had killed Jayme and Alphonso – Harlan – was stuffed in the trunk of Allison’s car.

Death was never something Sam coped well with, and she never enjoyed killing another human being whether it was deserved or not. It disturbed her to see the bodies; empty shells of the person that once occupied them, gray and motionless and always appearing in some state of frozen shock. She thanked God she didn’t have Klaus’s power.

“Does he know?” Luther had asked. When Allison gave him a blank stare, he elaborated, “Viktor. Does he know?”

“He will,” was all she said before turning to Ben and Fei, who stood in front of the trunk. “It’s done. You owe us.”

She waited until she received Ben’s nod before shoving past everyone into the house, but not before scoffing at Luther donned in the Sparrow uniform.

Sam felt sick.

--

Luther made it his mission to gather the rest of their family and have them meet at the mansion. Sam was too cowardly to tag along and she locked herself away in Jayme’s old room, lying on the bed above the covers feeling painfully out of place.

By the time everyone arrived, it was nearing daybreak. She found that she had dosed on and off for most of the night, having weird dreams of flying over a desolate land consumed with flames. Without seeing it, she could feel that she was a crow – one of Fei’s birds held under the girl’s control.

The commotion caused her to roll out of bed, exhaustion set deep in her bones, and make her way down the stairs.

All eyes landed on her as she arrived in the living room. She’d been given a black sweatshirt similar to the previous one she wore when Ben first found her. It was left hanging over the desk chair sometime in the night and she’d pulled it on without thinking during one of her many sleepless hours, discarding her wrinkly stained sweater on the floor beside the bed. It wouldn’t have been worth mentioning, except the Sparrow Academy’s emblem was embroidered over the left breast similar to Marcus’s—Luther’s—suit and everyone seemed to notice.

Allison, of course, was the first to react.

“Amazing,” she shook her head with a sneer. “Nice to see how easily the two of you can switch teams. A little merch and a place to sleep and suddenly you’re good to go. Like a bunch of groupies.”

“Allison…” Sam began, weary and half-asleep, but Allison didn’t let her continue.

“Save it, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Her mouth snapped shut, a little offended by the brazen look the taller girl was giving her. Ben caught her eye and he lifted his eyebrows, as if to prove a point, and she quickly looked away.

Sam tuned out most of the conversation following that, too irritated with Allison’s snide remark to really focus much. She knew Luther was trying to make everyone feel comfortable, which meant he was making the situation immensely more awkward, and Ben and Diego argued over something most likely meaningless. Five attempted to redirect the conversation on a more productive route, which succeeded for all of ten seconds before Viktor sped into the room and suddenly Sam was hyperaware of every sound in the room.

“What happened to Harlan?”

She looked away, choosing instead to stare at the scar below Diego’s temple as he sat on her left. She closed her eyes in an attempt to block out what was being said, but inevitably she couldn’t ignore the ugliness spewing from Allison’s mouth.

“I know he killed our mothers,” Allison spat, causing Sam to look up to quickly. She blinked, glancing over at Diego who had almost immediately turned to face her as if to gauge her reaction.

How was she supposed to react to that? Was she supposed to feel sad? Whenever her birth mother was brought up (which was pretty much never before they zapped themselves into this timeline) there was a disconnection there that kept her from really feeling much of anything because she never got the chance to know her. All she knew was Sir Reginald Hargreeves and his academy crusade; she didn’t know what it was like to have a mother. The closest thing she had was Grace. She knew Klaus had attempted to find his mother – something she briefly considered doing herself, if to just find a reason to get away from her family and breathe. She supposed it did make her feel a little sad knowing that finding her was no longer a possibility.

“Who told you that?” Viktor asked, appearing shaken.

“Harlan did after you lied about it to my face.”

“Is it true, Viktor?” Diego’s large eyes sparkled at Viktor, face somber as if begging for it not to be. “Did Harlan start all of this?”

Yes but also no, she thought bitterly. Had they not dropped themselves in the 60s, none of it would have happened anyway. But she kept her mouth shut.

“He didn’t mean to hurt anybody. It only happened because I was the one who gave those powers to him. If anything, it’s my fault. I’m the one you should blame.”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

Viktor’s eyes glistened with tears, lips pursing. He stared at Allison for a moment, then nodded to himself. “This wasn’t about saving the world. This was about hurting me. Hurting me for—”

“Go ahead,” Allison stood, stalking towards Viktor with a look that could melt steel. Her eyes were ablaze with fury, lip curled and hands shaking. The air in the room suddenly grew thick and Sam felt Diego and Lila tense on either side of her. “Say her name.”

Sam put a hand to her forehead and looked away again, tuning out their arguing. Her chest began to burn again and her stomach was turning over on itself. She took a deep breath in, held it, then slowly let it out until she no longer felt like her skin was on fire. Voices began to rise and her fingertips prickled. She quickly closed them into a fist, slamming the fist onto her temple.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

Sam jumped, jerking her arm down and accidentally hitting Lila on the leg. She felt Diego jolt next to her.

“Holy shit, Allison, calm down!”

“EVERY TIME I BUILD A NEW LIFE FOR MYSELF, YOU END THE WORLD AND TAKE IT FROM ME!”

The room trembled, lamps shook, the foundation itself tremored beneath their feet and Sam gaped up at Allison who looked… nothing like her sister. Her eyes glowed a fierce yellow, cheeks blood red, fists clenched and back hunched. Sam’s fingers tingled again and there was a stinging in her joints, causing her hand to twitch. Someone’s hand engulfed hers, twining their fingers through hers with a painful grunt and she gasped, squeezing the hand back. Diego winced to her left.

Five’s cautious voice came through next. “How are you doing this without rumoring?”

“A little gift I received from Harlan.”

Luther stood as Viktor choked on air, grasping his throat with a wheeze. “Allison, that’s enough!’

And Viktor was coughing, desperately sucking in air as he bent over. Allison lifted her hands as if to pacify Luther, but she took the opportunity to bend forward and murmur close to Viktor’s ear but loud enough to where everyone in the room could hear her:

“We should have left you in the basement.”

A painful crack echoed throughout the room as Viktor slapped her hard across the face, throwing her back a few feet. Sam watched Viktor’s heartbroken face, red-rimmed eyes, throat bruised from grasping it so hard to get air, and she didn’t even realize she was standing until Diego and Five were jumping up too, throwing their hands in her direction.

“Allison,” she spat. The candles on the far side of the room exploded from their casings, sending melted wax through the air and onto the walls. She shrugged off Diego’s grasp on her arm, taking a measured step forward. Allison’s eyes narrowed into slits, blood dripping from her lip as Viktor stumbled out of the room. “For once in your life, how about you stop acting like you’re the only person in this family who has lost someone?”

Allison smirked, licking the blood from her swollen lip.

“And who have you lost, Sammy? Who do you have? Who did you ever have?” she tilted her head. “No one. No husband, no child, no one who gives a damn about you outside of our fucking family. Do not talk to me about losing anyone when you have nothing.”

Sam marched forward, kicking the coffee table out of her way.

“I wasn’t talking about myself, Allison. I was talking about Klaus. Have you forgotten him? The man he fell in love with when he was forced back in time and went through literal hell and back? I guess that doesn’t really matter to you, huh? I actually think about other people, not just myself.”

Allison’s eyes glowed yellow again and she lifted her hands as if to shove Sam back, but Sam lifted her hand as well and suddenly her entire forearm ignited into flames.

“Try me,” Sam threatened. The tingling in her chest was almost too much bear, too much heat and too much light threatened to consume her, wrap around her and cocoon her, but she clenched her jaw and held it back. The fire inside her swelled with pride at the fact that Allison backed down. “See what happens.”

“DAMN IT SAM, STOP IT!”

She was yanked back by two sets of hands, a thick wet cloth smothering her right arm and tamping out the flame with a sizzle. A dark figure stepped in front of her but the room was hazy and the sounds were muffled as she nearly lost her balance.

“As entertaining as this is,” the figure in front of her spoke. Her brain focused in on the voice, sluggishly recognizing it to be Ben’s. His back was to her. “We have shit we need to do and it’s not going to work if everyone has torn themselves to pieces in our living room.”

She lost consciousness before she could hear a response.

--

Coming back from an episode was always rough for her. It felt kind of like a hangover, a dull pulsing behind her eyes and a twinge of nausea that never really went away. Her mouth felt like cotton due to the dehydration.

After all, when a fire lights inside your chest cavity, it sucks up all the water in your system with it.

When Sam woke up she was alone, back in Jayme’s bedroom. The room was silent and dark with the curtains pulled shut, no doubt one of her brothers’ doing as they knew how horrible she always felt after. It was ten minutes before she was able to fully open her eyes, and another ten before she managed to sit up. The world spun, flipped upside down and left to right before slowly readjusting and she groaned, leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

Eyes closed again. Ten minutes passed. She then opened them and spotted the glass of water on the bedside table. She chugged it, swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat, then placed her head back in her hands again.

It had to have been an hour before she risked leaving the bedroom. Her stomach had calmed down and her temples were no longer throbbing, but there was an itch at the base of her skull she couldn’t scratch. Her mind was fuzzy, memory a little warped, but she remembered most of the details and for once wished she didn’t have a sister.

“You’re up,” a male’s voice spoke from a room over after she reached the bottom of the stairs. She knew before looking up that it was Diego. He made his way over to her, face relatively blank but concern flashed in his eyes as he watched her rub her neck. “You good?”

“Never better,” she croaked, rotating her head from side to side.

He nodded to himself. He looked like he wanted to say more but seemed to think better of it, instead tossing a thumb over his shoulder.

“You’re just in time. We’ve got a plan on how to contain the Kugelblitz.”

“That fast, huh?”

“We’re sharp when we wanna be. C’mon.”

He led her down to the basement with a hand wrapped loosely around her wrist. She knew he did it to make sure she wouldn’t fall. Her equilibrium was still a bit out of whack.

Both families excluding Klaus – honestly, where was he? – were gathered in a half circle facing the back room. She remembered Klaus mentioning that the Kugelblitz had formed directly underneath them, and the vibrations on the air caused the hairs to stand up on her arms. Even without seeing it, she could feel the Kugelblitz’s energy. It made her stomach churn again.

Diego gave her shoulder a pat before making his way over to Lila, who was shaking her hands out on the far side of the room. The Kugelblitz came into view and Sam had to shield her eyes from the brightness, the swirling vortex of energy shimmering and glistening too brilliantly for her delicate eyes to handle so soon after an episode. She stopped somewhere behind Sloane, who was speaking, and tilted her head down away from the view of the Kugelblitz.

The person to her left crossed their arms lightly over their chest and she eyed the stripes on their dark shirt. A golden ring with a black stone rested on their pinky finger, shimmering in the light.

“You’re alive,” Ben noted, voice lowered as he watched his sister give instructions.

“Barely,” she replied hoarsely. “Please, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say what you’re going to say. About how my power drains me. About being weak. Just… don’t.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “We’ve learned that the Kugelblitz is comprised of micro black holes collapsing in on themselves over and over again. It’s here because you’re here – some time paradox bullshit I don’t really understand. The waves come every 9-10 hours. It’s been roughly six and a half hours since the last one, so we figure another one is due in about three. The only way to stop it is to contain it and that’s what Sloane, Christopher, Lila and Viktor are going to do.”

She pressed a finger to her temples. “How?”

“By condensing it with its own gravity.”

“Cool,” she heard Luther murmur from behind her.

She felt the ground shake beneath them and could only assume the condensing was underway. She focused on breathing evenly, keeping her eyes closed. She wanted to feel relieved, or nervous, or angry, anything – but the only thing she could really felt was tired.

“Mom?” Diego asked suddenly and even though her eyes were closed, she furrowed her brows in confusion. Was Grace there?

“You have no right to do that,” came an electronic voice, similar to Grace’s but also not. It sounded wrong, broken. Sam lifted her head, ignoring the sharp stab in her neck as she turned to see what was happening by the stairs.

“The day of vengeance was in my heart,” Grace continued. Sam squinted her eyes, moving around Luther to see a dark figure cloaked by the shadows of the room looming towards them. A glowing blue orb stuck out against a black, empty face. Sam felt a pang in her heart at the sight, spine straightening. “And my year of redemption hath come!”

“What are you…?”

Before Diego could finish his sentence, Grace lifted something in her hands and from within her grasp came a burst of fire that roared towards them. Sam’s eyes widened, her mind too preoccupied with the pinpricks in her skull, reflexes too slow to react. When the fire was just a breath’s width from her face, someone had her yanked to the ground.

She cried out as she landed on her shoulder, wincing as the flames tore through the air a few feet above her body. The temperature was strong, like standing in front of an oven, and the embers in her chest resonated with the heat. She swallowed the saliva trapped in her throat and rolled over onto her side, seeing Luther and Ben hunched on the ground not far from her with Diego off to the side.

Another roar of fire expelled from the machine Grace held and as she clamored forward to get out of the fire’s path, Ben grabbed her arm and hauled her behind him as he thew himself past one of the stone walls. She collapsed against him without meaning to, pulling her body out of harm’s way in the nick of time. She could feel the flames lick her skin as it collided with the bricks pressed against her back right where they laid seconds before.

“The day of vengeance was in my heart and my year of redemption hath come…”

“Mom, stop!” Diego cried. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

Ben crawled around her, peering his head from behind the wall. He pushed himself up from the ground, steadying himself before a tentacle shot out from his chest. Sam leaned over to see what was happening, watching as he aimed for knocking the flamethrower out of Grace’s grip. Instead, fire ignited from the machine again and singed the tenacle, causing Ben to yell.

Sam pulled herself up by gripping the bricks in the wall, arm outstretched to catch Ben before he fell. She tugged him back behind the wall, eyes wide with worry as Diego ran towards Grace. The tip of the flamethrower glowed orange and Sam lifted a hand, her eyes glowing an equally bright shade of red as she focused on the flame inside the machine, formed her hand into a fist, and pulled. The flames that burst through were redirected to the side, missing Diego entirely, and she panted before unclenching her fist. At least it was easier to control when the flame was made from something else.

It was then that Five blipped in behind Grace, threw a hand over her mouth, and disappeared with her in his grip.

“Fuck,” Ben hissed, capturing her attention again. She quickly found him leaning against the wall, clutching his abdomen with his face crumpled in pain.

“Are you okay?” she asked, gripping his arm.

“No, damn it,” he snipped back. He grunted, tossing his head back against the wall and went limp. She made sure to keep a hold of him before glancing back at the mission at hand.

The Kugelblitz, which was once the size of a car, was now nothing more than a shrunken orb that could nearly fit in the palm of her hand. Sloane stood before it with Lila and Viktor on either side of her, her hands glowing as she forced the Kugelblitz even smaller. Pieces of the cube—Christopher, she had to remind herself—slowly came together around the orb until it was nothing more than a speck of shimmering dust. Christopher reformed himself, the pieces fused together, and the room went dark.

“Holy shit,” Diego breathed. “We did it. We actually fuckin’ did it.”

Sam slid down the wall, chest burning and head throbbing again. Her hand fell from Ben’s shoulder, who moaned as she slumped against him.

“Don’t make me save your ass again,” he groaned.

“Never asked you to,” she griped back. “Guess I’m growing on you.”

She fell against him again and he let her, supporting her weight as he leaned into her in return.

“Fuck,” was all he said.

#ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy imagines

[zealina]

credit to original poster on reddit, click for better quality!

#i laughed out loud at this #imagine this is where writers go when they need ideas #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 #reddit #diego hargreeves

[sagelovesbooks]

Klaus's Freakout

Five: *Kicks the door down in a rush* Y/N: What did you do? Five: Nobody died. Klaus: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

#tua incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #five x y/n #five x you #tua five #tua x reader #tua #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves imagines #five hargreeves x wife! reader #five hargreeves x gn!reader

[geminigengar]

Hargreeves of Colour

One Shot Series

various hargreeves x black!reader

drabbles and one shots of the shenanigans a few of the hargreeves siblings get up to.

warnings: mostly crack and fluff, some talks of racism (ex. readers time in the 50s/60s), reclamation of slurs, canon typical violence

other warnings added per chapter

unbeta'd, expect errors

parts

meet the brady bunch

#tua imagines #umbrella academy imagines #ben hargreeves x reader #jayme hargreeves x reader #marcus hargreeves x reader #my own writing