edmundstxrch

[edmundstxrch]

hi can you do a ben hargreeves angst where klaus is still able to see him in season 3 and he sees how close y/n has gotten to ben sparrow you can do whatever you want with it

warnings: language, lots of angst

notes: okay i actually loved writing this you are a genius for coming up with this scenario

summary: Ben is forced to watch you fall for a completely different version of him

Ben once thought having to watch the woman you love live her life without knowing you looked on as a spirit incapable of communicating with her was the worst fate imaginable.

But he was wrong.

Watching the woman you love grow close to another version of you while you can do absolutely nothing to interfere was more torturous than any other possible outcome.

Ben absolutely loathed the Sparrow with his entire being. He couldn’t understand why you would even consider trying to get to know the man- he was a complete jerk, absolutely hostile, and not at all understanding or compassionate to the dilemma your team found yourselves in. Ben also thought his haircut was stupid, and the Sparrow’s demeanor gave the ghost a sense of second-hand embarrassment every time he talked.

And yet you were drawn to the man like a magnet, and how could you not be? He looked and sounded exactly like what you imagined your Ben would have if he had survived the accident and been able to grown into an adult alongside you. Despite his callousness and his blatant lack of trust in you, you were eager to learn more. Did he like the same things your Ben did? Did they share the same interests? Were their mannerisms the same? You desperately needed to know, and the Sparrow did not deny you this. Though he held a certain sense of disdain for your team, he wasn’t prideful enough to turn down the company of a pretty girl who seemed to follow him around like a lost puppy. He took advantage of your kindness and your vulnerability, and your Ben hated that he could do absolutely nothing to stop this.

You sit on a lone bench and watch as the Sparrow completes his workout for the day. He’s allowed you to tag along so long as you don’t get in the way, and you agreed. You’re completely mesmerized by his toned arms and grunts of effort that escape his lips as he lifts weights, and Ben can only roll his eyes.

“Seriously? This guy?” He asks you in exasperation, but of course, you don’t hear him at all. This doesn’t deter him from continuing his attempt to persuade you to stay away from the Sparrow. “You are way too good for an asshole like him. He’s just using you to feed his ego!”

“Do you like to read?” You ask the man as he sets down his weights and reaches for his towel to wipe off the sweat from his brow.

“Read?” He retorts haughtily, almost offended by the notion. “What am I, a nerd?”

Ben knows neither of you can see him, and yet he flips the man off anyway in response to his answer. Your shoulders visibly deflate at his words, and the ghost can only frown and attempt to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. It goes right through you, the coldness prompting you to shiver involuntarily, but it makes him feel better to know you can at least sense him in some way.

“My Ben liked reading, so I just thought maybe you would too,” you offer meekly, prompting the Sparrow to roll his eyes.

“Alright, new rule. You wanna hangout with me? Then don’t bring up ‘your’ Ben. Got it?”

“Right, sorry,” you murmur quietly while awkwardly fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. You hover over the one on your index, the purple gem gleaming in the light. Ben knows that ring because he gave you that ring, and that’s why it nearly kills him all over again when he watches you hurriedly remove it and hide it away in the pocket of your sweater.

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for being you,” he gently reprimands you with a sigh before focusing his harsh gaze on his lookalike. “And you should stop being a dick to quite possibly the nicest girl you’ll ever meet. You don’t deserve her, and I’ll never understand why the universe decided you should get to have her.”

Of course, his lecture is unheard and has no impact on the scene that unfolds before him. He watches in gut wrenching agony as the Sparrow seats himself beside you on the bench, his rough hand coming to rest gently upon your thigh and squeezing to get your attention. Your eyes almost seem to sparkle as you look up at him in search of validation for your efforts to get to know him. There’s a shift in the air that fills Ben with dread, and despite all his efforts to stop it he can do nothing to prevent your lips from meeting the man’s in a purposeful kiss.

Your heart flutters in your chest as the Sparrow pulls away and carefully tucks your hair behind your ear, his voice coming out in a soft whisper as he says, “You’re with me now. Forget about him.”

And to Ben’s absolute horror, you obediently offer a silent nod in agreement to his command.

[edmundstxrch]

Good Looking Boy [ Klaus Hargreeves x Reader ]

Summary: Klaus goes to you first when he returns from the 60’s, only to be met with a very different reality.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of drug use and drinking, rehab mention for Klaus

A/N: wow! I did not expect to write this much and get so into the story… I would say part 2 but knowing myself it would take me a month to return to the imagine lol. Enjoy loves! <3

Song based Fic: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

-

Tides thrash inside

Baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Yet you think we're the same

When Klaus returned from the 60’s with his family, they knew something definitely was wrong. However, a part of Klaus longed to find his long lost love - someone he had to leave in the apocalypse - you.

He thought about you everyday while he was gone. Of course Klaus, he hid it very well and played it off that he was excitable and enjoying his cult following. However, Ben noticed him flinch when others would fling themselves on Klaus, wanting his love. Ben knew that Klaus only had eyes for you. And, it didn’t help in Klaus’ case that he gushed about you to his father when they all had met him in the 60’s, as Klaus would soon find out his mistake.

The minute everyone settled into the hotel Obsidian, Klaus left to go find you. He knew Five advised everyone from making things worse, but his beating heart would only calm once he laid eyes on you. He didn’t care if this version of you was different or hated him or simply turned him away, but he wanted to know you were okay. He had to know you were okay.

Once he found your address and the apartment you were staying at, he was only met with the face of a gruff looking man who looked high out of his mind. Klaus could smell the stench on him. There were two options he had, he could either book it and run or see if this was actually your place.

“Does (Y/N) (L/N) live here currently?” Klaus asked sheepishly, trying to appear nice so the dude wouldn’t slam the door in Klaus’ face

“What do you want with her?” The man said in a raspy voice.

“Old friend of mine.” Who Klaus was desperately in love with.

“She used to live here but she up and disappeared one day. Apparently left for some man overnight.” The guy closed the door in Klaus’ face without another word.

Klaus let out a breath of despair and decided to ask around the apartment complex until he was escorted off premises for “disturbing the peace” once he got angry at everyone for denying him information.

He was about ready to give up until he saw your figure walk through the front desk and request for your mail that was still being delivered to the apartment. He watched you from the window as you waited patiently.

Klaus felt as if he couldn’t breath anymore as he took in your beauty. You were as beautiful as the day he left you.

He debated on going up to you, asking how you were and wanting to kiss you and more than anything, to just hold you in his arms to tell you he was okay and home. But this wasn’t the same person he fell in love with. You were more radiant and dressed in bright colored clothing, compared to your darker clothes you wore when you and Klaus dated. He remembers your black leather jacket that would never leave your sight and always was worn. And he remembers how you would always welcome him back into your arms when he was drunk, returning from rehab, or never made any sense. Now that he was sober, he wanted to show he could be a better boyfriend and not some junkie boyfriend.

Exiting the building, you checked your mail while Klaus was at a loss for words. Everything felt like it was spinning for him and he did not want to mess anything up.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

“(Y/N)?” He blurted out in more of a questioning way instead of trying to get your attention, but it did anyways.

You turned towards the blubbering mess of Klaus beside you. “Uh, yes?”

Now he really didn’t think this out beforehand. A part of him wanted to hear you say his name in a joyous way - hoping you’d remember him. “Hi, um… I’m not sure if you remember me but we used to know each other a long time ago. Feels like years.” For Klaus, it had been. He had dreamt of coming home to you for years.

“No… sorry. Don’t recall meeting you…” you seemed uncomfortable, and Klaus seemed to break a bit with your words.

“Oh, must have mixed you up with someone else.” Klaus tried to laugh it off. “Well, I really like your jean jacket. The embellishments are perfect.”

He pointed to the back of the jacket where you had painted on small flowers and little bees. It was a definite contrast to what you use to wear.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him to be polite.

“I know this may seem out of nowhere,” Klaus nervously grabbed the back of his neck and shrugged, “Would you like to go out to lunch with me?”

You were taken aback from his very forward question and was desperate for an escape. Thankfully, for you, someone came to your aid.

“I finally found parking, almost had to punch a guy for stealing my space.” The voice of Ben was heard from beside the two of you. Both of your bodies shifted and Klaus was ready to question why he was even there… with you?

“Oh, sorry to hear sweetie,” you said and went closer to Ben who immediately grabbed your hand.

Ben noticed Klaus and scoffed, “What are you doing here, idiot? Trying to steal my girlfriend like you and your family attempted to take my home?”

Klaus choked on his words as he stuttered, “Your… girlfriend?”

“Yes, now go away before I make you,” Ben rolled his eyes and started to take you in a different direction.

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

Play casino holes of my eyeballs

Roll the dice on my thighs

You stop for breath and I sped up

Just to impress you

Klaus didn’t know what to do next as he watched Ben whisk you away with his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him.

It pained him to see you with the evil version of his brother, wanting nothing more than to go back to how things were before.

Whatever him and his family did to cause all of this, he hated it. Not only did he lose his Ben and suffer from addiction, he lost the love of his life.

Klaus walked all the way back to the hotel, his thoughts reminiscing on old times with you - treasuring each one as they would be the only memories he could have with you.

The ghost of your lips that would tease him with a light graze, the way your apartment always smelled like a warm autumn night, the posters you always hung up around your room that always fell, the autographed photo of Klaus that he gave you as a joke when you first started dating, and the faint laughter that filled the air whenever he would smother you in kisses.

Klaus finally arrived at the hotel, too upset to acknowledge anyone else as he sat at the buffet, eating away his feelings.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

My good looking boy, My good looking boy, My good looking boy

Oh, my good looking boy

Klaus lost track of time as he sat with an empty plate before him and a full stomach. He didn’t even register that someone was calling his name until he realized who it was.

He jumped from his seat and saw you standing before him, a bit startled by his reaction.

“Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you,” you said immediately and held up your hands in defense.

“What… what are you doing here?” Klaus stammered out and approached you carefully as to not upset you further.

“Well, Ben told me what happened and something just told me to follow you after I got rid of Ben by telling him to go train. I didn’t feel like running in the park again.”

Klaus chuckled, there was still the same old you in this timeline. You hated physical activity and would often have Klaus stay in for movie nights with you.

“So what do you think told you to follow me?” Klaus asked genuinely. Maybe fate would be on his side this time.

“Who knows. Maybe it’s destiny,” you joked, winking at him. “Or the fact that you knew my name and where I used to live.”

Klaus felt his cheeks warm up as you became serious. “Oh yeah, that…”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not normal to know unless we truly did know each other. I lived at those awful apartments during the worst years of my life… and you show up asking for me. Do I just not remember you? Was I drunk?”

Klaus shook his head profusely. “Far from that… really. It’s just, I don’t have anyone really that knows me that well like you did.”

“I’m sorry but I really don’t remember you. I think I would recall someone as good looking as you.”

He was surprised by the obvious flirting from you, but it wasn’t meant to be anything else but that - even if Klaus wanted it so badly to be.

“Why are you with Ben anyways? Sort of a dickhead.”

You shrugged, not really sure why you stuck around for so long. “Kind of liked the company I guess. I did meet him through his father who used to come to my job all the time.”

That’s when it began to sound suspicious to Klaus.

“His father would visit you?”

You nodded. “Kind of odd that he only became a regular at the shop when I started working there. Everyone made fun of me saying an old man has the hots for me.” Your laugh made Klaus smile. “It turns out he wanted to set someone up with his son. And that’s how I met Ben.”

Klaus knew his father was aware of you and your effect on Klaus. He purposely found you so you could date Ben. But why though? Was it to hurt Klaus?

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days

“Did he say why he wanted you to date Ben?” Klaus started to dig. There had to be more to this story.

“Uh… something along the lines that his brother had been desperately in love with a girl, or something? Not sure how it pertained to Ben getting a girlfriend.”

And it clicked for Klaus. He was the brother in love, and their father wanted Klaus to never get a chance with you. Maybe he wanted Ben happy to keep him stable with the attitude he had. Ben seemed like a ticking bomb waiting for someone to say something offensive or snarky.

The only part of all of this that hurt was Klaus seeing you so radiant. He didn’t remember the last time he made you felt that way before he left.

Maybe it was for the better for you.

I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all

I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all

Klaus fell silent and you stood there awkwardly, awaiting for his response.

“Well, I better be going then.” You started to turn away from Klaus before he reached out and had a desperate look in his eyes.

“Please.”

You were confused. “Please what?”

“Please don’t leave. I left you once and I don’t think I could stand you leaving me. I changed, I promise. I’m not the same anymore.” Klaus’ eyes started to well up in tears. “I made a mistake of leaving you behind. If I had to rip time and space apart to be with you, I would.”

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

“I… I don’t even know your name.” You muttered and moved your arm out of Klaus’ grip.

“My name is Klaus.” He looked like he was ready to get on his knees and beg. “Please, give me a chance. I know it’s not right and the timeline is screwed but whatever. That doesn’t matter because you’re my soulmate.”

“And you’re insane… why would I leave my fiancé for you?”

Klaus felt as if his heart was stabbed a million times and more as you told him the news of your engagement. He could tell you didn’t want to be around him anymore, and he couldn’t blame you.

You adored me before

You walked away before he could say anything else to you.

But Klaus wouldn’t let that happen, not over his dead body. “Please! You adored me before.”

You didn’t even look back to acknowledge him. And while you didn’t want to admit it, you could feel your heart ache as you heard his sobs growing distant as you walked out the door.

Oh, my good looking boy

-

MASTERLIST LINK

[edmundstxrch]

Chuck VS The Rewatch → 1/96 Chuck VS The Season One Opening Credits

[edmundstxrch]

Taylor Swift Songs as Books You Can't Put Down (2/?)

You're On Your Own, Kid as Daisy Jones & The Six August as People We Meet On Vacation Seven as Wuthering Heights Hoax as The Wicked King The Story of Us as Pride & Prejudice I Bet You Think About Me as You Deserve Each Other

insp. ( 1 2 3)

[edmundstxrch]

I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

[edmundstxrch]

“enchanted!” | masterlist

SYNOPSIS: In which a prophecy looms her like a silhouette, creeping silently like a shadow she cannot escape. From one land to another, trouble follows, evil lurks, and darkness shadows.

Side-by-side, accompanied by four seemingly ordinary siblings, they will reign and conquer the ever-changing tides.

From a Lion, a Witch, and a Wardrobe, to the Battle of Worlds intwined, only Aslan may know just what their journeys truly hold.

STATUS: on-going

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

000 - PROLOGUE

# ( ACT ONE - CHAMBER OF SECRETS &&& THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE )

001 - the getaway car

002 - the great escape, the prison break

003 - the light of freedom on my face

004 - welcome home

005 - the world within the wardrobe

006 - tbd

007 - tbd

( await further updates )

[edmundstxrch]

[edmundstxrch]

Wait For Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you tell Cap the story of all the times you and Peter waited for each other. Takes place during Engame

Listen to Wait For Me from Hadestown for the inspiration behind this story

Masterlist

6 years ago

“Whats the B for?” You asked as you traced your fingers over the shiny brass clasp of Peters suitcase. It was your first time hearing of his superhero abilities, and he had pulled out his suit to confirm his identity. You had always known there was something special about Peter, something that set him apart. Him being a superhero came as no surprise to you, so you were more distracted by the monogrammed suitcase where he kept his suit.

Keep reading

[edmundstxrch]

“enchanted!” | masterlist

SYNOPSIS: In which a prophecy looms her like a silhouette, creeping silently like a shadow she cannot escape. From one land to another, trouble follows, evil lurks, and darkness shadows.

Side-by-side, accompanied by four seemingly ordinary siblings, they will reign and conquer the ever-changing tides.

From a Lion, a Witch, and a Wardrobe, to the Battle of Worlds intwined, only Aslan may know just what their journeys truly hold.

STATUS: on-going

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Wolfstar!Daughter!Reader

# ( ACT ONE - CHAMBER OF SECRETS &&& THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE )

CHAPTER I : the getaway car

CHAPTER II : the great escape, the prison break

CHAPTER III : the light of freedom on my face

CHAPTER IV : tbd

CHAPTER V : tbd

CHAPTER VI : tbd

( await further updates )

[edmundstxrch]

what if 🫣💓

“mamma mia!” | complete masterlist

SYNOPSIS: One summer at camp was all it took for your twin daughters to unravel the plot you and their father had kept hidden for (almost) twelve years.

Pairing: aged up!modern!Edmund Pevensie x afab!Reader

Side Pairing: modern!Caspian x afab!Reader

CHAPTER I : mamma mia! (coming soon)

CHAPTER II : voulez-vous (coming soon)

CHAPTER III : SOS (coming soon)

CHAPTER IV : slipping through my fingers (coming soon)

CHAPTER V : take a chance on me (coming soon)

[edmundstxrch]

god he's so fucking pathetic. what a god damn loser. (insane with lust)

[edmundstxrch]

when he says “ily” but Anakin said: "From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again... I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you- I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating... hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me... what can I do? I will do anything you ask."

[edmundstxrch]

One would fight to the death in the name of their heart’s home — whether that be a place, a moment, or a person.

[edmundstxrch]

To love is to be vulnerable. It’s blood-red wine trickling down your snow-white gown. It means salt to a bleeding wound — a cut that always bleeds.

[edmundstxrch]

Until I Found You ii.

peter ballard x reader | crossover au

tw : mentions of blood & violence

THE YEARS SEEMED TO PASS even longer than they once had, now lacking that one presence he so dearly treasured. Henry, or Peter, as he now went by, had been planning his escape for a while now.

With the help of the innocent little Eleven, he, of course, had already managed stage one of the plan: the removal of the implant dug within the back of his neck.

Despite knowing the young girl's capabilities, he knew that she would not be one to follow orders. Most especially not after having just gotten a glimpse into an escape from such a thing. Thus, off he went, having just left the youngling in a storage closet before rushing towards the familiar Rainbow Room—painfully draining the life out of, and mutilating several guards on the way. Blood splattered along the dim white walls, painting them with its bold crimson colour, something to which Peter was, by that point, much too familiar.

Years back, hadn't he met that one person who'd forever changed him, he would've just gone and killed these mere copies of him; Numbers 002 up 'til 010.

Knowing he, himself, lacked the ability to reach out to, or even find his long-lost lover, however, had him rethink such things. Rather than wasting their abilities, or in other words, putting their unneeded lives to an end, perhaps they could serve him for some use rather than just as collateral damage to his plan of escape. Maybe, just maybe, they would be smart enough to make the right choice, and willingly aid him in his search.

That, of course, was but a pipe dream, he mentally reminded himself, now faced with the condescending glare of Number Two, whom he'd not once had even an inkling of like towards even when the boy was but a mere child.

He, unlike most of his "siblings", was against the idea of escape, and most especially, assisting this man who had been "serving" them all these years. Who cares if he suddenly had this mass of power rushing through his veins? Number Two could easily have beat him, isn't that right? Besides, he knew he'd be having the backup of Numbers Three, Four, and Five either way.

With that in mind, he glanced at the three others' ways with a smug expression, only to furrow his brows in confusion, being met with them on the opposing assistant's side. "What are you doing?" He practically snarled their ways, only to remain 'ignored', unheard of by the others who now held their hands up his way.

"I don't think your siblings are quite happy with your disobedience, Number Two." Peter's collected—albeit laced with such disappointment—voice snapped Two's attention onto him, eyes following the trail of blood that trickled down his nose. It appears that he did indeed have power as well then, or so it seemed. "Oh, yes."

The blonde was aware of that prepubescent boy's line of thought; of course, he was. He swiped his thumb along the small, crimson stream, eyeing the remnants along the pad of his finger off-handedly, walking over to a nearby tissue box, and pulling a thin piece out. Gently wiping the liquid off his skin, practically turning his back on the younger boy, and in that way, wordlessly deeming him harmless. "I am beyond your capabilities, Number Two."

He suddenly turned back around, having caught the buzzed child's sudden movement from the reflection of the glass before him, and instead, beating the boy to his original plan of attack, holding him in an invisible chokehold as his body rose into the air. Face whitening, and blood rushing out his nose, Number Two gasped for the air he so couldn't seem to reach and clawed on his neck—where his veins were much more evident in contrast to his blanching skin.

A cold, hard glare replaced that usually collected expression of the man in white as he mercilessly watched the boy writhing in desperation. "That wasn't very nice of you." He needn't admit it aloud, but it was quite obvious from that estranged glint in his eye that he took pride, and daresay, even amusement, in the sight before him.

No one, not even the children who were free of his control, dared stop the clearly upset man before them—instead, whimpering off to the side or crying out in fear, much too afraid to come in between him and Number Two. That fear, of course, was the common denominator between them, rendering them all useless in the situation. All but one, at least.

Suddenly, just as Number Two's limbs began snapping into such strange and painful positions—the loud cracking of his bones, only echoing in the silence—a force so strong suddenly charged onto Peter himself, and launched him off toward the glass, crashing through, and shattering it upon impact.

The events afterwards were quite incomprehensible; Number Eleven, basically pummelling the blonde into what he first ought was some sort of purgatory, or perhaps even hell itself. A land of frightening red lightning and such darkness, it turned out to be. A place he soon deemed a blessing, more marvellous than it was some sort of punishment; a domain his abilities, and he, himself, could be of better use. Perhaps even allow him to achieve the goal he'd so longed to accomplish—the hellish Earth, having once limited his search for his beloved. Something to which he could soon transcend, and of course, surpass.

Y/N was unaccustomed to all this company she now had. Having long since been confined in the doctor's lab, she was exposed only to the company of her lover (who she so missed), her "papa", and the very few others who assisted him in his research.

It was something she'd still have to adjust to, yes, but, it didn't seem like her biggest concern at the moment. Especially not with the constant travelling they'd been doing as of late—going through time (again) and just having their asses handed to them by not only this large association of time travellers, but also this group called 'The Sparrows,' which, mind you, was a begrudgingly impressive bunch.

Regrouping after the harsh beating, Klaus let slip all he'd learned, conversing with dear old Reg, who, having been so repulsed by them back in Texas, decided to adopt an entirely new set of children; The Sparrow Academy. It was a little harsh knowing just how easily replaceable they were, the (H/C) wasn't going to lie. But honestly, "Papa" was a much better father figure than Reginald ever was in that time she'd spent in the lab, as a lab rat, might she add. And that was quite an explanation in itself already.

Nevertheless, marked with blood and bruises, they'd had just about enough of all the irksome eyes on their conspicuously odd group and with much groans and hesitance, followed their resident cult leader into "Hotel Obsidian," as it'd been called.

Unlike the rest of the Hargreeves who'd squished themselves through its' first entrance, Y/N eyed them in an unconcealed amusement before casually walking off to the second entrance and entering it with no difficulty at all.

Klaus, giving this passionate speech all about the hotel, soon got to the reserving rooms part—money being something the group of siblings apparently lacked, what with their pockets being filled with only a knife for the aspiring Batman, condoms for drunk Jesus, lint and some gums for the prepubescent oldie, and a few candies for the precious apocalypse beginner.

Luckily enough, Luther's watch was worth enough for two rooms, thus leading to where they were now; Y/N, Allison and Vanya, sharing a room, albeit the once-actress having left for the airport in hopes of returning to Claire after all they'd been through.

Fatigue taking its toll on Y/N, she barely managed a reply to her sibling's murmur of 'goodnight' before darkness consumed her vision and left her in a fleeting state of peace. That was the case, at least, for but a short moment.

Blinking as her surroundings distorted into that of a familiar room, she found herself utterly confused at the sudden change. The last she remembered, she had only just fallen asleep in that strangely designed room when suddenly, she was once again in the comforts of the much too familiar Rainbow Room.

Her feet leading her aimlessly, she found herself just standing before that same chess set she and her lover had spent much time challenging one another. The pieces were arranged the same as they'd just a few days ago been, something which Y/N had noted with confusion.

She picked up the black piece Henry had knocked down, declaring his win; the memory caused her eyes to glaze with a sheen of tears, wishing to have been given more time with him.

"I promised I'd find you."

Her eyes widened at the unforeseen presence, swiftly wiping away the remnants of her teary gaze before spinning on her heels and being met with that face she'd missed so dearly.

"Henry," Her tone barely audible, she was surprised he'd even heard her as he nodded, wordlessly confirming her unvoiced question, moving closer to where she'd been rooted in her place—his warm touch caressing her cheek and tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.

"I've got you, my love." He uttered softly, not wishing to disturb the serenity in the air as his hand travelled to the nape of her neck and tucked her face into his shoulder—him burying his nose into her hair as his eyes closed in contentment, breathing in the subtle, albeit unfamiliar scent of lavender. It suited her, he approved, pressing a short kiss to the crown of her head.

With how gentle he cradled her, no one would have suspected his hands to have once been tainted by blood and murder.

With how much love and serenity his irises gleamed, no one would have foreseen for them to shine of malice or madness.

With how different it was he'd seemed at that very moment, no one would have even considered the possibility of him being the cause of a certain town's destruction several years back, all in order to control its' people's minds and, of course, just as he finally had, broaden his "network" and find his beloved.

No one, not even the poor, finally happy Y/N would have expected her childhood fantasies all those years ago, back in the Umbrella Academy, of Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort to, in a way, take effect on her in the future—giving her, her very own version of the mad wizard in the spitting image of this beautiful blonde man with the subtle and very unsuspecting scent of clean laundry and disinfectant.

But of course, things would only get more complicated, as only later, when she awakens from this beautiful slumber would Y/N truly, physically reunite with her lover in an unfortunate scenario wherein two members of the Sparrow Academy die as a result of Number 001's anger and protectiveness, not even sparing them a glance as their bodies laid disfigured and motionless before everyone, including his lover, who looked at him in a horror so parallel to his loving expression.

He hadn't done anything wrong, after all, isn't that right? He'd only spared the world of those two little pests and even had the mercy to leave the others unharmed. In fact, he was doing them and everyone else in the universe a favour by killing the pair off as he'd just done so casually despite everyone's mortified expressions.

"I've found you, my love."

Everyone who'd been left behind in that hotel lobby—the Umbrellas—looked back and forth between their bewildered sister and the murderer in white, who stood by the top of the stairs with a serene smile on his face, acting as though a bloody, and very brutal murder hadn't just occurred.

"Henry-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Oh. Right. And the (H/C) almost forgot; she had some major explaining to do if the aspiring Batman's scream was anything to go by.

[edmundstxrch]

Until I Found You i.

peter ballard x reader | crossover au

tw : mild mentions of blood and violence

HENRY CREEL, 001, OR PETER BALLARD, never thought himself to be capable of ever loving, or possibly even growing an attachment to someone else.

It was, after all, in his firm belief that everyone, including those mediocre people he'd once called family, was fake. Façade after façade covered them up like secrets brushed under a rug. To him, they, or all humans in general, were a unique sort of pest. One which multiplied and enforced an undesirable structure of their own—to which he aims to one day wipe off the face of the Earth with the abilities he'd come to hone.

That was the plan, at least, until he met her.

Y/N "Number Zero" Hargreeves was an enigma so unlike the rest. She was a mystery. She was someone he just couldn't seem to get a grasp on no matter how hard it was he tried, and how much he desired to.

Perhaps it was that peaceful expression that rested on her face that day long ago when Papa had brought her unconscious form into the confines of the dull, white lab. Perhaps it was the familiar crimson colour that was trickling down her forehead, and the way she paid it no mind despite her awakening. Or perhaps it was the way her eyes seemed to hold a panic she dared not even hesitate to act upon, using these—much like his own, yet so different—abilities to blast everyone within a 5-foot radius away from her with some translucent, violet force field that she'd generated with a glaring gaze.

Nonetheless, there was always something about her that piqued his interest even from the very start.

The longer her stay in that peculiar location stretched out, along with it, died the embers of hope the Hargreeves had of reuniting with her dysfunctional family of misfits.

When the day she'd gotten to this timeline first began, it was but a normal day in the Umbrella Academy. That was, at least, until she and her adoptive brother and best friend, Five, disobeyed the old coot's orders, and attempted to travel through time together.

There was obviously a fluke in the said attempt, rendering her in a state of unconsciousness in an empty alleyway decades back in time, and Five, all alone in the desolate doomsday of a future with but a mannequin he'd come to name in Y/N's memory, to keep him company.

She somehow—never truly understanding how—ended up in the reach of a man named Martin Brenner, some sort of doctor who upon her awakening, insisted she from henceforth called him "Papa" and no later introduced her to a boy around her age of the name Henry Creel, or "Number 001" as the man had so deemed him and tattooed on his wrist.

There was always something dark and dreary about his empty gaze, something to which she, herself, too unknowingly reciprocated, only further provoking the blonde boy's sparking curiosity. However, unable to withhold interest, nor his frustrations of being unable to protrude her mind any longer, he later approached her with a stoically polite expression, unknowingly extending not only his friendship but also a part of his entire being to the oddly interesting girl he'd later come to love wholly as time passed them by.

Those plans of his on wiping off humanity came and gone, much like all the seasons they were never able to watch drifting off.

Bit by bit, piece by piece, they both slowly came to open up to one another in regards to their own dark pasts—Henry, on his once, albeit somewhat changing, pessimistic views on both the world and humanity and Y/N, with the body count that hung over her head and the harsh training she and her step-siblings received from their billionaire of a father.

Doctor Brenner was, of course, happy to note the pair's ever-growing bond despite being unbeknownst to just what it is they share with one another.

Why wouldn't he be, when this offers him the chance to not only one day, have gifted infants within his grasp, but also serve the pair a reason to forever stay within the confines of his lab.

Thus, instead of tearing them apart, he took to encouraging them in the strengthening of their bond-allowing them plenty of unsupervised time together in the rainbow room and turning a blind eye despite knowing that one of them more often so than not, sneaks off to the other's room in the dead of night.

It was practically part of their routine at some point, whether the reason was for the blonde to ease his closest confidant of her nightmares, to hold one another close, or even as they got older, to relieve themselves of this strange warmth within them, and coming undone for hours-on-end.

Nevertheless, despite the little challenges the doctor had at testing their limits, and whatever troubles may have come their way, they always had one another to return to at the end of the day—a thought to which kept them going despite whatever hardships they may have been surpassing.

Something that, of course, was the truest of true until the day came that it just wasn't.

It was the same old story, waking up in one another's arms, Henry, pulling his lover close to his bare chest before peppering featherlight kisses along her shoulder and neck. His intimate little actions, having the (H/C) stir awake and blinking up at him from her half-lidded gaze.

"Good morning, my love," he'd always utter as he caressed her tousled tresses with a touch so soft, and those fingers of his that threaded through, and parted them with that tender touch he dared not even think to show another.

Truthfully, both he and she shouldn't even be baring those locks that fell down to their shoulders, and tickling them with its butterfly-like touch, what with Papa's wish to shave them off. But of course, such an action seemed to be impossible with the Hargreeve's impenetrable force fields blocking and ceasing such an action before it could even have begun.

Somehow, it was during such times—when the sun shines warmth upon the outside they had long since caught a glimpse of, that they seemed the most at peace. Both hands scarred with murder, somehow tendering, fondled with love in every trusted touch; a sanctuary for them, it was.

But of course, such things, such private, loving moments, were, like always, cut short; the fear of punishment or something of the sort, driving them, or in this case, Henry, back to his blank, empty room with but a parting kiss that lingered on his lips before he'd gone, unknowing to the way that this would have been the final morning they'd spend in one another's arms in what would seem like forever for his scarred and tattered heart.

Clad in their grey sweaters and sweatpants, the pair of seventeen-year-olds were found seated parallel to one another in the familiar walls of the Rainbow Room; a chess set atop the plain table, separating them as they twiddled with the black and white pieces.

The match, leaning in Henry's favour, was coming to a close—that much too familiar sly, seductive smirk, twisting the edge of his lip as his piece knocked his lover's king down with a small, echoing thud. "Check-"

"Mate." A new voice suddenly interrupted, causing the pair to instinctively arise and back into one another's sides; their hands, threateningly outstretched towards the smirking brunette. "Good game, but it's time I take my sister dearest back."

"Who do you think you are?" Henry voiced out, eyes narrowed, and lips tugged into a thin line as he pulled his person closer to his touch.

The physically younger boy only smiled sarcastically; dimples creasing his cheeks as he looked the blonde's way in a condescending manner. "I said, you nitwit, I'm here to collect my sister." His smile suddenly softened by a fraction as he transferred his gaze onto the girl Henry protectively stood by—frozen in shock, she appeared to be, which made the tanned boy chuckle.

"Hey, Zero." That familiar name only he called her, slipped so warmly down his tongue; a watery chuckle escaping the girl upon such, unbeknownst to her significant other's questioning gaze. "Y/N?"

"Five," she uttered in the volume of a breathy whisper. Upon his slight nod, she wasted no time in rushing out of her lover's arms, and into that of her best friend's so heavily missed touch; her forehead, resting down on the top of his head, and burying her face into his hair, what with the new height difference.

"You look-" "Exactly the same, I know." A hearty laugh escaped her as he replied; a thought only then occurred to her, as she pushed herself out of his tight embrace, flicking his forehead like she often used to. "Ow!"

"What the hell happened, you imbecile!" She glared down at him, faced with his only slightly sheepish expression, avoiding her gaze altogether.

"Well, the old coot was right, alright?" He sighed frustratedly, bringing a hand up to his dark hair, and ruffling it up further than it already was, no sooner facing her with an impatient manner immediately after, "We'll discuss this later, okay?"

As she opened her mouth to disagree, he quickly went and cut her off—his voice, seemingly strained as his eye twitched in a held-back irritance. "Y/N, there is more to my presence here than just rescuing you from this hellhole, you got it?"

"All our lives are in danger, and an apocalypse is coming."

She quickly understood from his use of the name Grace, or their "Mom" had given her, that he was intensely serious. His killer gaze was only doing wonders for this fact as he outstretched a hand her way. "It's time we go."

She was just about to give in to his pleading peer when a thought occurred to her, and she retracted her hand back upon looking back at her puzzled partner's direction. "But what about Henry?" She questioned Five, who shook his head.

"But-" She met her lover's beautiful blue irises for a final time before a sharp pain was sent to the back of her head, and black slowly took over her vision—the blonde's distant yells and threats echoing the room, along with her brother's final words filling her ears before everything went black. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but you can't change the timeline more than you already have."

"What do you think you're doing with her?" Henry glared down at the shorter boy, who now crouched to his adoptive sister's side; a hand on her shoulder. An invisible chokehold, constricted the "thirteen-year-old"'s throat as he gasped out for much-needed air, glaring up at the Voldemort wannabe his best friend somehow found love within.

Despite seemingly being at a disadvantage, along with the sudden burst of security that entered the room, Five only smirked before a bright, blue visionary overtook him—leaving not a single trace of not only his presence but of Y/N's as well.

Henry stumbled back upon the sudden release of force he'd once been bending; his panicked eyes, flying everywhere in the room in search of his girl, his gravity, his source of sanity. "Y/N?" He mumbled out in a brokenly desperate plea as his eyes raked the room almost unstably.

"Y/N, love, this isn't funny!" He yelled, lips barely holding back their trembles as Doctor Brenner eyed the area Number 000 had once been gaping. "Astounding..."

"Y/N?!" For once, the cool and collected Henry Creel had gone; in his place, was a young man who had only just let the world finally crack him completely. "Y/N, love, where are you?!"

Everything, from the walls, the little figurines, and toys, all the way to the chess pieces from earlier, began shaking in a severe magnitude—the lights, igniting and bursting with sparks as the broken lover let out a pain-laced yell; all the nearby items and appliances, exploding with the burst of the lights. As darkness consumed the room, it too, came to overtake the fading out form of Henry Creel, who, due to his distracted state, was rendered unbeknownst to the needle that came plunging into his neck and having him fall to the ground in a state almost like death. His breathing, being the lone indicator of life within his blinking-out form.

He was only able to take in the nearby fallen figure of the black king's piece which he had earlier knocked over with a smirk, despite his lover's hold on it. The illusion of her pouty expression faded out, in accompaniment to his consciousness; a final thought echoing the walls of his head as he allowed all that pain, defeat, and fatigue to wash over him.

I will never rest, Y/N. Not until I found you.