#And then watching him again as a part of the sparrow academy

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: stlll angry reader because i am a petty and grudgy (is that a word? I am not sure) queen, death, funny internal monolgue (i am getting good at them) um not exactly smut but suggestive content ... oh and my terrible writing because it has been a while... also how cool is this collage like 🤯

part 1, part 2

The hotel they had been stayed was a little bit dusty and not overcrowded but his family hoarded him like crazy. They were talking his ear of nonstop demanding answers he didn't have once again. His shoulders felt too heavy and he just wanted to sleep. His lovely wife was avoiding him and when she wasn't avoiding him, she glared at him. His heart ached at her presence. How had he screwed up this one lovely thing fate threw in his way?

His family was a calming presence sure. But he didn't crave them the way he needed her, his chosen family. Don't get him wrong he loved his annoying siblings to bits, those little shots were everything he had. But he didn't seek them out the way he did her. He was infuriated with her from day one. He was a trained assassin, a ruthless killer, yet one simple smile from her, as lightly mean teasing comment turned him soft, weak to his knees, ready to do her every bidding. It wasn't healthy ... right?

He was glad she was getting along with his family and overjoyed when she fought by their side in the Sparrow Academy proving to be a valuable asset. He told her as such which resulted in more yelling from her and a fond smirk on his face formed on his lips as he heard his brothers snickering behind his back.

"Asset? You have the nerve to call me an asset?" Her voice could be heard from miles away but his heart flattered at her sight. Her cheeks were read from the fight and a new cut was adorning her right cheekbone and Five couldn't bring himself to care for the scene they were making because she was finally here, next to him, alive and partially unhurt. He would take her anger over her absence. His mind was calmer and he was more rational, less reckless. All he wanted was to grab her angry face and kiss the anger out of her. Was it toxic? Perhaps. Did he need her desperately? Definitely.

The days have gone by with the blink of an eye and as their impending doom approached them he could she her resolve crumbling, she became less harsh with him, tangling their fingers in show of silent support and Five at that moment felt invincible, there was nothing he couldn't do. If he was going to die he was going to die in her arms, he was going to feel her lips against his one last time and he was going to feel her around him again.

The opportunity arised in Luther's crazy wedding. He could understand the sentiment. He had done the same but he thought his marriage was more beautiful than his. His dark green eyes were constantly scanning the room as he consumed one drink after the other. He was going to be hammered beyond recognition and his wife seemed to have the same idea as she mixed drinks and swayed on her feet. She had never looked more beautiful. She had put on a bit weight, yet not enough and all he wanted was to staff her face with her favorite foods to make sure she would stay healthy.

Somehow they had ended up on the dance floor, stumbling over each other's feet as they giggled lightly underneath their breaths. They were watching them closely from the balcony of the room, yet he was so far gone in her that his brain was stuck in that thought as it repeated her name in an endless circle. His fingers ghosted patters in her lower back and he could feel the goosebumps rising at her exposed back. She had been wearing a beautiful dress, the one that resembled THE dress, the one she wore when their relationship started.

Their last night on Earth.

They were going to spend it together.

With a bottle of the strongest whiskey in hand and pulling her by the waist they ended up in an abandoned room as they stumbled and fell on each other. They flopped down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress and the springs groaned from the sudden weight. His jacket had been discarded in a matter of minutes as he pounced on her like an animal would to its prey and kissed her hungrily.

In a matter of minutes their clothes were resting on the carpeted floor and he was inside her moving at a lazy pace, gathering the other in their arms as soft chuckles and moans filled the air between them. For a moment they were back to their weeding night, were they had drunk once again more than it was humanly possible and they recited their vows while they made love. Five had always craved the softeness, the intimacy of this act were you could still be coherent to treasure and worship your other half with receiving and giving pleasure.

"I take you as mine, knowing and loving all of your strengths and faults, just as I offer myself to you as yours with all of my strengths and faults. I will be there for you in your times of need, just as I know I can turn to you when I need a guiding hand."

Tears were slipping past his eyes as he repeated his oath over and over. He had to make her remember just how much he loved her, because if they were going to die, she had to know that she was loved and treasured, and that he would do anything to make thing right once again.

The angry red sky was what greeted them and found them in each other's arms with pounding headaches and disturbed groans. His face was buried in her neck, drawing in her familiar scent, waiting for her wrath to unveil and kick him out. He had stepped over the line last night, they had both been drunk and not clear headed as things went too far. Yet her fingertips drew shaped in his spine and a chill raced in his bones.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft it could have been lost in the mayhem that surrounded them. Five unfurled himself from around her and leaned in his arms staying on top of her, keeping his weight off of her.

"No. Don't do that. I am the one who should be apologizing."

"No... I- look I do not want us to die and still be angry with each other."

"I could never stay angry with you... not for too long at least." He let her startled laugh wash over him and he softly smiled at her as she nuzzled her face on his chest and hugged him close.

"You don't hate me?" She whispered in a defeated voice.

"I could never hate you my love"

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[myhamartiaishubris]

Ben Hargreeves is the worst written best character and I can prove it

This is a poorly organized meta/essay about my baby boy who got massacred. Originally posted in the discord server so some of y'all have seen it already.

Let me be clear: this is a love letter to my favourite Hargreeves boy. I could write him better. I could fix him (narratively).

Here's why Ben is a great character who, paradoxically, was very badly written.

Umbrella Ben

Listen. Listen to me. Ben Hargreeves was, from the moment I saw him, my absolute favourite character. He's already dead? Doomed by the narrative before the narrative even begins? Also, an East Asian character in the year of our Lord 2018?? I was on board. And Brelly Ben gets a lot of good moments! You know that scene where Klaus is in the motel closet, tied up, and Ben says something like, "How does it feel being helpless? This is how I feel, watching my brother piss his life away." Um, hello?? That's such a delicious line.

Because up until this point Ben's been kind of quiet, in that dead broody way, or we saw his young self being soft and reluctant. But suddenly we realize, oh, Ben isn't nice. In fact, he's kind of nasty to his addict brother, and you get this kernel of a glimpse into his character. This is a character who might have been soft-spoken in life, but death and the years since have shredded him down to all his razor edges. He's still that bookish little Ben, except he's not little and he's frustrated, angry, traumatized, and in pain.

And season 2 builds on this! He's willing to violate Klaus's personal boundaries just for a taste of life again. Holy shit that's so delicious. My problem is that, especially in season 2, this isn't explored nearly as much as it could be. Ben's possession shenanigans are mostly played for comedy, when in fact we could be delving into the implications of Ben's character and his relationship with Klaus. You have this character who's kind, who (from what we know so far) represented the "good" of the academy, who loves his brother so so hard and it hurts him so bad to see Klaus hit rock bottom every time. The little "I missed you guys" in season 2? Devastating. And yet despite his goodness he is capable of being a bad person, and he repeatedly hurts those around him (namely Klaus).

So surely this is part of his arc, right? This is going to be explored and resolved. Right?

The Season 2 Ending

So the thing is, I didn't immediately hate the way they had Ben move on / die to save Viktor. I was sad to see my favourite character go, but also excited to see where the writers would take that storyline. Because, obviously, it wasn't over. Right? Obviously Ben's arc isn't finished, he hasn't resolved his frustrations, his complicated relationship with Klaus is never fully untangled, plus the rest of the family never get a moment of real closure with him (except maybe Diego). So clearly, it wasn't over. Right?

Well, in light of season 4, I can confidently come back and say that killing Brelly Ben off here was a stupidass decision.

And here's why: you've effectively splintered his arc in half. Starting from season 3, Ben is an entirely different character, with an entirely different arc that needs to be built from the ground up. While everyone else gets 4 seasons of development, Ben only gets 2, both times. And I'm so not over the fact that his arc isn't over. We saw Ben do some reprehensible shit to Klaus, especially in season 2 with all that possession shit! And we just. Never hear from him again? That's bullshit.

But anyway, since we're here, let's make peace with being here. Hey, Justin H Min is still playing a version of Ben, and he seems interesting, if way different! Surely this will have some interesting implications.

Sparrow Ben

Oh god, Sparrow Ben. In terms of Ben's character writing, season 3 is... fine. Like I said, it suffers from effectively fracturing his arc in half and having to start over, and this isn't the complicated, kind but frustrated and prickly ghost Ben I originally fell in love with. But ok, I do like Justin, and EA rep is still a win to me, so let's go with the flow.

For the most part, season 3 does a solid job. We get some solid beats relating to Ben's ambition and inferiority complex being Number 2. There's a bit of overacting on Justin's part, but hey, that's camp. (I think. I have no idea if I'm using that word right. Am I hip with the kids?)

I really, really loved Ben's moment with Sloane as she's getting married, because it highlights the core of this Ben's character: someone who desperately yearns for family but has forced himself to be all hard shell and soldier. In a way, he's the other end of Brelly Ben's spectrum. (Like forsterite and fayalite - all Mg on one end, Fe on the other.) How much of this Ben is family softness, how much of it is defense mechanism and lashing out?

And then of course - the thing I've been craving so badly - the in-universe comparison to Brelly Ben. This was done... underwhelmingly, if I'm honest. I liked that Ben had a moment of crisis where he couldn't live up to the Umbrellas' dead version of himself, and his moment with Klaus was nice, but in light of season 4 it becomes clear that we could have had more. I wanted him to have an entire arc about it - after all, it's a pretty significant aspect of your character to be "the worse version of yourself from another timeline." (Refer to @vyther16's Gongye Jiwu fic.) I feel like there's a lot of meta you could pull from that, about how your siblings who aren't your siblings look at you and see someone different. Someone you won't be. Someone you can't be, even if you tried, so why bother trying? And they really don't dig through that at all, which is disappointing.

The tentacle samurai fight is badass, though.

Season 4

Oh buddy oh boy. There's so much dumpster fire here, but I'll start with the season 3 loose ends and then move on to season 4's own problems.

1) Sloane. Luther picks Ben up from prison, so I thought they might have an interesting bonding moment over Sloane - after all, they're the two people who cared most about her. But actually no, apparently Ben doesn't give a shit about the one real sister he actually had left at the end of s3.

2) The subway thing. Wasn't he in Korea? My grasping-at-straws ass truly thought that might have been Brelly Ben in the reset timeline, and we'd get a Ben-Ben confrontation or a battle in the minds thing. But I guess that doesn't matter.

3) The Jennifer Incident. So we all know that everyone forgetting about an incident they explicitly reference is stupid, right? Especially because the name Jennifer only exists because they reference it in s3. Ben obsessively draws Jennifer, and then he doesn't recognize or know her? Kill me.

The continuation of his arc is also just sloppy, if it even exists. No more identity crisis about being the worse Ben, no more secret yearning for family or inferiority complex about being a good soldier. Suddenly his arc amounts to, uh, being an asshole and getting hit with sex pollen so powerful it ends the world.

And look, there is a world where Sparrow Ben spiking everyone with marigold could parallel with Brelly Ben's consent problems with Klaus. There is a world where Sparrow Ben dying because of Jennifer could echo Brelly Ben's death in a haunting, tragic, destined kind of way.

But, uh, none of that happens. Here we are, finally getting a Ben-centric season, and it's this. Being relegated to a plot device in your own season. Looking back and realizing that you were always the plot device, even in season 2. Carrying all that tragedy in your little ghost body and being treated like Chekov's waterlogged gun.

And I can't help but look back at season 1, Klaus trying so desperately to prove Ben's existence, and contrast it with the literal next season where a single throwaway line from Klaus sidelines Ben for a whole season. And then he dies. And he dies again.

Fucking hell.

It feels like I'm being made a fool of. Oh, you cared about this East Asian character? You wanted him to have narrative weight and character presence instead of being a plot device for the benefit of his White brothers? Idiot.

Because you'll still be here anyway, right? You'll grasp onto your crumbs for a cool EA character, you'll let us run a character through a trash compactor and keep pretending he's a good character because you latched onto this one East Asian protagonist and you don't want to admit that maybe you should have let go years before.

[the-upside-down-umbrella]

Partners? Partners.

Chapter 2

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

(Part 2/?)

Summary: Y/N Hargreeves, formerly of the Sparrow Academy, finds herself virtually alone in the reset timeline. The Umbrella’s bring her in to their chaos and she builds something new for herself while still navigating the grief of losing her family. She’s happy in the simplicity. That is, until the one Hargreeves she can’t seem to win over comes to her with an offer she might not be able to refuse.

——————

He showed up at the exact same time the next morning, taking his usual spot at the window.

“Your boyfriend is here,” her coworker, Leah, teased. “Like clockwork, that one. He must really like you.”

“He likes to piss me off, that’s what he likes,” Y/N grumbled. “And he’s not my boyfriend, Leah. I’d liken him more to a thorn in my side.”

“Whatever you say,” Leah grinned, “But I’m pretty sure that boy is in looooove with you.”

“Stop.”

She excused herself from the counter and made her way over to him, a cup of coffee and a donut in hand. She sat it down in front of him before taking the seat across from him again, folding her hands in front of her, “Good morning, Five.”

“Y/N,” he nodded, picking up the donut and taking a generous bite, “I told you I’d be back.”

“And here you are.”

“And here I am.”

She studied him for a moment, watching as he thumbed away a bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. Was she really considering working with him? Could she really stand spending more than a handful of minutes in the day near him? He was infuriating.

“Are you going to dinner at Lila and Diego’s tomorrow?” She questioned him, completely avoiding what she knows he wants to hear.

“You mean our birthday dinner? I am. Are you?”

“Of course I am,” she said, “I never miss family dinner.”

She was just happy to be included. She loved any excuse to be around the other Hargreeves. The fact that they all shared a birthday and now celebrated it together as a group was something she looked forward to every year.

“Maybe we can ride together,” he suggested casually, “I know you usually take the bus, but I just got a new car. I might as well put it to use.”

“What, so you can pester me in a place I can’t escape from?” She jested, only half joking.

“You and I both know you’re not above jumping out of a moving car, so I’d say you’re pretty safe.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, but she couldn’t help the small smile that played at the corners of her mouth. He was joking with her and she liked it.

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, staring at each other as they waited for one of them to make the next move.

“Fine,” she relented, “I get off at four tomorrow. We can leave from here.”

“Your chariot will await.”

“It doesn’t mean I’m saying yes to the other thing, Five.”

“We’ll see,” he shrugged, “I can be pretty persuasive.”

___

The bell above the door tinkled and she knew it was him before she even looked up. She could feel his eyes on her but this time he didn’t make his way over to his usual table, but came directly to the counter. He stopped in front of her, grinning. How very un-Five like.

“It’s not even four,” she told him.

“I know, but I have something to drop off and I need a cup of coffee.”

In his hands was a messily wrapped package, adorned with a lopsided bow. He slid it across the counter towards her and she peered down at it in confusion.

“What’s this?”

“A bomb,” he said sarcastically, “What does it look like? It’s a gift. Happy Birthday.”

“I didn’t get you anything.”

He rolled his eyes at her, “As if I care about that. Just open it, will you?”

She raised an eyebrow at him but complied anyways, peeling back the paper to find a small brown box. Nestled inside was a plain, white mug with ‘world’s best barista’ scrawled across it in block script font. It was incredibly basic and probably one of the best gifts she’s ever received.

She laughed heartily, turning it in her hands. It was the most Five thing he could have given her and yet, she loved it.

“And I mean it,” he said sincerely, “you really are the world’s best barista.”

“Thank you, Five,” she gushed, truly moved by the gift in her hands, “I love it.”

“I aim to please,” his words were soft, laced with something she couldn’t quite place.

Nodding at her, he went to take his place near the window. Her heart was a fluttery mess in her chest and she chastised herself for the school girl behavior. This was Five she was thinking about. Infuriating, pragmatic, Five.

She plucked his usual donut from the case, but this time she added a special adornment.

“Do you have a lighter, Leah?” She asked her friend, who she knew smoked on the down-low during her breaks.

“Is that a candle?” Leah asked, completely ignoring her question, “A birthday donut?”

“We share a birthday,” Y/N explained, “Now, do you have a lighter or not?”

“You share a birthday?” Leah squealed, “well isn’t that some true soulmate shit!”

“Oh, Lee, you don’t even know the half of it.”

Leah reached in to her back pocket and pulled out a hot pink lighter, igniting it and lighting the candle for her, “Now go charm your lover boy.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Y/N chastised her, covering the flame with her hand as she made her way over to Five.

He looked up at her, surprise flashing across his face and lighting up his eyes as she placed the donut on the table in between them, “Happy Birthday, Five.”

“Happy Birthday, Y/N,” he said quietly, his eyes locking with hers, setting her face aflame at the intensity in his gaze.

They both leaned forward at the same time and released a puff of air that extinguished the flame. He smiled warmly at her and picked up the donut, removing the candle and taking a hearty bite.

“I realized that I do have a gift for you,” she told him, “a gift in the form of an answer to your question.”

He leaned forward in anticipation, donut forgotten.

“I’ll join you at the CIA. I still think it’s ridiculous and there’s no way we’ll get away with lying, but I’m willing to try. But I’ll let you know right now that if it all goes south, I’m throwing you under the bus, sir.”

He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, “I would expect nothing less.”

“I’ll need to give them my notice here, so I’ll need a few weeks,” she added, “I don’t want to leave them in the lurch.”

“Understood,” he said, “I’ll need that time to get the paperwork situation figured out anyways.”

“Okay then, I guess that’s settled. Just…don’t make me regret this, Five.” She warned.

“Y/N, I promise you that I’ll make sure you never regret saying yes.”

[iambicpentameterhamster]

Every umbrella academy character ranked (seasons 1-4)

After that shitshow of a fourth season, i felt it necessary to redo this.

#36 -The Sparrows (Jayme, Alphonso, Fae etc.)

The show had no clue what to do with these characters. They sit around being evil for a little while only to promptly die within four episodes. Also one of them is a fucking cube?!? Whats up with that?

#35 - Sloane

How come she disappears in season 4 but not sparrow Ben? So much of this makes no sense.

#34 -Sparrow Ben

I hate this character with my whole being. He goes around calling people emo as if HE DOESNT WAKE UP EVERY MORNING WITH A SCOWL ON HIS STUPID FACE AND EMO HAIR ON HIS STUPID FOREHEAD. He's so rude and awful and i'm given no reason by the show to give a shit where he ends up.

#33 -Carl Cooper

This one speaks for itself.

#32 -Reggie's wife

The two of them annoyed me so much.

#31 -Viktor

Moochy emo sod. Elliott Page's acting got progressively worse throughout the series (and i like Elliott Page, but this wasnt his best work.)- season 1 Vanya was tolerable, beyond that i couldn't stand this character. All his jokes land flat and he has the charisma of a piece of cardboard.

#30 -Season 4 Five

For the sake of this ranking, i am treating seasons 1-3 Five and season 4 Five as seperate characters. Seems like the writers were doing the same. What the fuck, guys? How do you bulldoze a character this badly?

Season 4 Five was unfunny, selfish, cowardly, and most of all on a different plane of being from the Five we all knew and loved. Screw you, season 4 Five, you're not canon.

#29 -Season 4 Lila

I'm treating Lila the same way. Season 4 Lila was an injustice to seasons 2-3 Lila.

#28 -Harlan

Couldn't care less about him. He represents to me when the umbrella academy started going to shit in season 3.

#27 -Jennifer

Again, we are given no reason to care about her.

#26 -Pogo

He was just there for the exposition. They never explained why Reggie was doing experiments on monkeys??

#25 -Reggie

He was quite a good villain but i still hate him. Really goofy at times, too.

#24 -Jean and Gene

They were quite good actually. If season 4 wasn't a dumpster fire, i reckon they'd have been able to really shine.

#23 -Cha Cha

This is getting into better territory. I liked Cha Cha, she was badass, but not well developed.

#22 -Detective Patch

Again, i liked her, but she wasn't given much time to develop as a character.

#21 -The Swedes

They were funny, whimsical villains that were fun to watch on screen. Funny and whimsical are two adjectives that TUA used to embody.

#20 -Elliott

My guy just wanted to eat fish and be a conspiracy theorist 😔

#19 -Sissy

Welcome back, Sheldon's mum.

In all seriousness, she was well acted despite Viktor's actor giving her nothing to work with, so props to her.

#18 -Dave

WE GOT ZERO MENTIONS OF DAVE IN SEASONS 3-4?!? DESPITE HIM BEING A HUGE PART OF KLAUS'S CHARACTER?!?! WHEN I CATCH YOU WRITERS-

#17 -Destiny's children

I am in fact an active member

#16 -Luther

I have bumped Luther up my list because in seasons 3-4 he sort of embraces his goofiness, but in seasons 1-2 he is an insufferable, incestuous moron. He is up here for good character development and i wished he could have ended up with Sloane.

#15 -Agnes

She was really cute and sweet, i liked her a lot. RIP season 1, you were peak.

#14 -Herb and Dot

They were sweet and funny too, and i miss the whole idea of the time commission.

#13 -Kenny's mum

An honourable mention

#12 -Grace

Grace was super well performed and poignant. I have no issues with Grace.

#11 -Stan

Live, laugh, love Stan. I hate that the trauma of losing him was never mentioned in season 4 for Diego or Lila.

My top 10

#10 -Lenoard Peabody/ Harold Jenkins

I stand by him being one of the best-acted and most cleverly written villains of all time. He is not only a well-executed surprise villain, but a scarily accurate one, and the actor plays him to perfection. We even start to like him before the cracks show. Also he looks like a creepy version of Lin Manuel Miranda.

#9 -Ray

Season 4 did Ray DIRTY. It was completely out of character for him to just walk out. They could have at least have him die in a tragic accident or something. Season 2 Ray is the perfect, most charismatic, ideal man and i hold him in my heart forever and in my head Alison and Ray ended up together.

#8 -Hazel

He had one of the best arcs on the show, period. Continues to represent everything good about the first two seasons of TUA. He was flawed, he was human, he was loveable.

#7 -Umbrella Ben

He seemed like he could have been a brilliant character with more screen time. His sacrifice in season 2 was a genuinely moving moment. The backstreet boys moment is SO FUNNY and his and Klaus's dynamic is something i really miss.

#6 -The Handler

We don't appreciate The Handler enough. The show started rolling downhill as soon as The Handler was gone. She was the glue that held the show together, one of the best villains/antagonists in TV history.

#5 -Allison

Yes, season 3 Allison made some stupid choices and did some terrible things, but a lot of it came from grief and she redeemed herself in season 4 imo. Seasons 1-2 Allison was one of the most charismatic, endearing and empathetic characters on the show.

#4 -Seasons 1-2 Lila

I love you. I miss you. Come back to me.

#3 -Diego

Bumped up the list for being a CONSISTENTLY good character who is flawdd but still extremely loveable and hilarious.

#2 -Seasons 1-3 Five

Seasons 1-3 Five would shoot season 4 Five in the face. He is the daddy here, and season 4 Five is the creepy uncle.

Original Five is a masterfully crafted, hilarious, unique, intelligent character and i will not let season 4 ruin it for me.

#1 -Klaus

This needs no justification.

What do you think? How far do you agree?

[watchtowerindistress]

the empath and the eldritch horror (2/5) - sparrow!ben x empath!reader

Summary: Alphonso and Jayme were dead. Sloane was kidnapped. Ben was supposed to be Number One. He just didn't know whether to feel more at ease or challenged that the little Empath wouldn't stop crossing his mind and path.

Word count: 4.7k

Warning: fluff, kinda angsty, language, smut (mutual masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex)

Author's note: This series is officially back in progress 😅 I would have dubbed this chapter as part of the i'm not done arc, but you guys wanted this to be chronologically included in the series. So, this is set during episode 4.

I don't know if this was the best smut I ever wrote, but it's been a long time since I wrote something sexual. At least, it feels very teasing. So, not a lot has changed between those two.

I was so scared of not writing enough for this chapter, but look at this 🤣 Still, feels like filler though.

Please don't think too hard on this ability 😅 It kinda reminded me of Emma Frost or a Succubus. 😈

Please please please for the love of God write a small comment or reblog this.

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~ Ben POV ~

This wasn’t happening. He was supposed to be Number One. To lead the Sparrows and do a better job than Marcus ever did. And show his dad that demoting him was the worst mistake he ever made.

Now Alphonso and Jayme were dead. And Sloane probably too. Or detained if they were so lucky. Ben didn’t trust the Umbrellas not to do something rash.

Ben just didn’t see the old man coming. The Umbrellas—he could take care of them. They were replaceable and stupidly tried to avoid conflicts they knowingly provoked.

Damn amateurs. If it weren’t for the little one and … Eight.

Speaking of the little Empath…

Ever since Fei and him debriefed their dad about the absolute mission failure, Ben couldn’t just let it go. Even after a few hours, his feet led him back, hoping to get a glimpse of the walking firebomb. What he saw instead surprised him, although it shouldn’t have.

The Empath who had been elusive during the fight. Or plain massacre as he liked to call it since pulling the wildcard out of nowhere felt like a foul trick.

Ben wouldn’t have minded seeing you in action again. Maybe he would have pulled you to the side and watched how you reacted to his tentacles making an appearance.

Ben didn’t get to really see you in action when you and your family first arrived at the Academy. At least, not personally. Still, he loved replaying the scene of you using your powers against Marcus in his head. Served him right for thinking you would be an easy target.

Before his mind would get sidetracked again, his eyes followed you as you were taking a stroll in the bright of day. Ben leaned his shoulder against the brick of a shop, hoping to appear inconspicuous every time you looked around.

Smart girl for remaining vigilant after the death of two Sparrows and being trapped in a timeline you weren’t supposed to be in.

Ben passed the civilians on the sidewalk, zeroing in on the figure wearing the bright summer dress under the jean jacket. If he wasn’t who he was and your family hadn’t just killed two of his siblings, he would think you were cute. Still, Ben shook his head to ward off those wayward thoughts.

He pretended inspecting the display of books in the window of the shop, watching you linger near the clothes rack out of the corner of his eye. Ben crossed his arms, facing the bestsellers again.

He was still debating with himself what to do with you once you were within reach. He would consider it fitting to kidnap you—again—as your family didn’t see anything wrong in holding Sloane prisoner.

Ben’s gaze slid to the sidewalk again—to find it empty. He furrowed his brows. Being on the lookout for the little Empath who probably intended to play a trick on him by spying on him from around the corner, like the little she-devil she was. His suspicions rose with every step he took, cautiously walking to the spot you harbored previously. His head swiveled around. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was like you had turned into a ghost, turned invisible when he wasn’t looking. Ben narrowed his eyes, listening to the soft breeze shaking the leaves in the trees. Feeling it ruffle through his hair.

Something soft brushed against his shoulder, giving off the illusion of a phantom touch. Ben grumbled, shrugging his shoulders to get rid off the feeling. A slow, tingling sensation wandered from his shoulder to his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. With a careful motion, Ben turned his head, finding nothing that would stir his interest.

He felt it before the voice whispered into his ear. “Are you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing?”

Ben turned his head to where the voice came from. Instantly knowing it was yours. Too many thoughts were rushing through his heads, like how you were doing this. Instead, he chose a direct approach when he spoke to the invisible form. “I’m not playing your little mind games.”

Your voice shifted around him with every movement when you said snarkily from behind, “No? Are you more into the stalking game?”

Ben scoffed and shook his head. “I’m not. That’s ridiculous. You think you’re so special?”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a bad liar?”

Ben shook off the shiver he got from you whispering so intimately into his ear. He ground his teeth. “Depends. Do you always want to be right?”

His fingers twitched the longer you remained quiet.

“I’m sorry. I heard what happened.”

The mere reminder let heat rise in his cheeks. Ben clenched his jaw. He didn’t need your compassion or your comfort. He just couldn’t let his guard down around you. If you were anything like your family, you would use your charms to distract him and gain the upper hand before he could blink.

“Sorry that you weren’t there to kill my family yourself?” He shook his head derisively and snapped his fingers like he just remembered something. Not caring that he probably appeared like a crazy person just talking to air. “Right. I forgot. An Empath who doesn’t use her powers to hurt or even kill people. What good are you even for, Number Eight?”

The voice of his father echoed in the back of his head, haunting him. Bringing to mind all the times he committed a grave faux pas during training or didn’t behave in a way which was becoming for a Sparrow. Every second of silence from your end made him want to take it all back. But there was not a chance he actually would.

You slowly turned visible in front of his eyes. Ben had to blink at seeing the softness in your eyes.

“What do you want, Ben?” You said wearily.

Ben smirked, his eyes shifted into something lifeless. “Many things. Why don’t we just start with justice?”

You sighed. “Kill him, you mean? We don’t get all the things we want in life.”

Recognition lit up his eyes. “So, you know that man.”

You exhaled almost with disappointment. “So, I’m dealing with More vindictive Ben. Lucky me, huh?”

Ben narrowed his eyes. “You actually think your family wouldn’t have to face the consequences for what happened?” He hissed through his teeth.

“When will this end, Ben?” She inquired tiredly.

“The moment when you guys accept your fate. You escalated the situation in the first place.” He gestured with his hands the causality. “Escalation—consequences.”

“Someone’s looking at this from a very black and white agenda. We can end this right now. No one has to die for people to accept you as a formidable leader.”

Ben leaned towards you. “There’s no psychoanalyzing me while I’m threatening you. Give me what I want and maybe I’ll be a bit lenient with you.”

“That was you threatening? Do you know that your idea of threatening feels a lot like flirting?”

He covered his ears. “Don’t put words in my head, little demon.” Ben sighed. His eyes met the diner around the corner and instantly tried a more casual approach. “You hungry?”

You waved your arms. “Still just an emphatic illusion who can’t eat or drink like this.”

Ben smirked, hoping to tempt you a bit. “You could just come out with your real body, you know?”

“And have you kill me? That’d be difficult to do since I’m taking a bath right now.” Without waiting for him, you already walked ahead.

Ben lingered a few seconds, slightly distracted from the image you painted in his head. “Little demon,” he muttered before entering the diner after you. They took their seats by the window before he ordered himself a milkshake and a burger with some fries.

Ben decided to pick up the conversation where you left off. “What makes you think I want to kill you?”

You placed your arms on the table between you, leaning forward. “Then explain why you were following me.”

He shrugged. There were some things he didn’t want to consider what he would’ve done if he had encountered you for real.

“Are you sure you weren’t trying the same thing by kidnapping me … again? Your sister is safe, in case you were wondering. Well, more or less. Allison is not the safest bet. But Sloane has Luther keeping her safe at least.”

“Well, that doesn’t ease my mind, in case you were wondering. You people don’t have the best track record when it comes keeping your promises.”

“Right. Takes one to know one.”

He grumbled to himself before leaning back against the plastic cushions. He ignored the presence of the waitress who brought his order and felt himself frown at your expression.

“He says ‘thank you’,” you stated with a self-asserted air, eyeing the server before sending him a harsh glare.

“Thank you,” he murmured barely above a whisper.

The moment when she was gone, he could finally relax. Feeling grateful for the little moment of privacy again.

The smirk tugging on your lips didn’t set his mind at ease. “Just so you know, only you can see or hear me right now.”

Ben rolled his eyes at your little deceit. “Only me?”

“I would need to concentrate real hard to reach other people, but yes. I’m in your head, Ben,” you whispered huskily.

Ben dug into his burger, relishing in the taste and instantly noticing your expression. “Come on, I know you want to try this. Get out of that bathtub, dry yourself off and just have a taste.” He absolutely loved the idea of knowing something else about you which he could use to his advantage.

You eyed his ordered food with a gleam in your eyes. “As much as this is tempting, maybe I don’t trust you right now.”

He scoffed loudly. “And kill you in a diner? Don’t be ridiculous.” Ben rolled his eyes. He rubbed his stomach and mused, “Just look at this delicious milkshake.” His hand slid the drink to the middle, hoping to allure you with a small indulgence. “You forget, ever since you were with us Sparrows,” he crooned mockingly, “I know you love food.”

It surprised him when you just chuckled. “That’s your idea of torture? Should I feel flattered and special enough that I was noticed by the great Ben Hargreeves?”

Ben narrowed his eyes, scoffing. “Someone thinks so highly of themselves.”

“Of course you would say that.” You smiled knowingly, leaning your chin on your hands. “You like me.”

“Sure, keep talking, little Empath.”

A dreamy expression lingered on your face. “You do, it’s actually quite nice. I managed to tame the brooding Ben.”

“I’m not brooding,” he mumbled defensively under his breath.

“You are. And that’s why you like having me around. You enjoy my company. You know I’m the only one that doesn’t hold you to the standards as the rest of my family, or maybe even yours. You like being Ben, with no expectations. Asshole Ben, mean Ben.” You smiled with that wide smile on your face, almost happy at the thought. “Grumpy Ben.”

He shook his head, snorting. “Whatever. Just go bother someone else.”

You pouted. “Damn it. I was this close,” You pressed your fingers together. “To get over here.” With that, the illusion evaporated.

Ben felt the corners of his mouth twitch at your little moments of cheering him up before a titillating sensation started on his shoulder. Slowly, it went further towards his neck when he felt your hand stroking the sensitive skin.

“Stop that,” he grumbled. It was only half as fun if he couldn’t even see you.

You merely chuckle in response, letting your breath tickle against his ear.

Ben exhaled heavily when he closed his bedroom door behind him. After the shower he just had he dried off his hair with a towel and mindlessly threw it into the hamper in the corner. Ben pulled down his shirt until the material covered his torso and found his respite when he lied back on his bed, closing his eyes.

Sloane was back and they got the bodies of Alphonso and Jayme. So, that was a small win. If one could call it that. To gain their edge back, Ben passed on the ultimatum to the emo kid and the big ape. At least there were some good things that happened during this shitty day. Bumping into you kinda worked in his favor. Sometimes he wished he could get a better read on you when you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve.

Ben exhaled heavily.

“So, this is your bedroom, huh?”

Ben felt like he was going insane. First, his mind wandered to you and now you materialized like that. He certainly hoped this wasn’t one of your abilities. To have someone think of you strongly enough and you would be conjured like a demon.

Ben opened his eyes, turning his head toward where your voice came from.

It felt like you were haunting him, Ben realized when he saw you sitting on the side of his bed, scrutinizing your surroundings. “It’s very you. Like the poster of yourself.” Your voice turned deeper, mocking him with your impersonation. “Hey, Ben. You’re absolutely awesome. Don’t listen to the others.”

Your eyes met the display of books near his bed, quietly chuckling. “And you called Marcus a nerd,” you commented with a normal voice again. “Someone’s an artist, huh? Aren’t you full of surprises?” As much as your delighted smile soothed him, Ben couldn’t take any chances. Before you could mock his means of recreation, Ben tried to divert your attention.

“What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, sending him a cheeky expression over your shoulder. “What? You chose to stalk me and I can’t return the favor?”

After your afternoon together, Ben could admit with recognition that if he narrowed his eyes just enough, he could see your figure almost emanate that golden shimmer. As you projected yourself across the city to play tricks on him again.

Ben sat up, not appreciating your little games to get to him. “This is different.”

You leaned forward with a glint in your eyes. “Why? Is this too personal for you?”

“You’re damn right it is. You don’t see me rifling through your stuff in that crappy hotel.”

You narrowed your eyes with understanding, smiling to yourself. “But you want to. You’re so weird, Ben.”

Why did he feel the need to defend himself? “It’s not weird. It’s called being vigilant and careful. And stop invading my head.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, you would know if I was in your head. You’re just such an easy person to read once you’ve deciphered all the little clues.”

Ben waved a hand, not needing the reality check that he was easier to analyze than you were. Not needing to know that you could use it to your own gain if you should choose to.

“Fine, you’ve made your point. Now leave.”

With an ease, you stroked your hair to the side. For a second, he hated himself for finding you beautiful with that dim lighting hitting you just right. Ben’s fingers itched to feel that graphite at his fingertips just from watching you. He saw the outline of a tattoo on the back of your neck and detected a few lines, feeling eager to get a better view to perceive it in all its splendor.

Ben cleared his throat, turning his head away.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I was just trying to tease you.”

A mocking smile grew on his lips. “Whatever, I don’t care. My command still remains. Now, shoo, evaporate. Whatever it is you do.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus, you’re so grumpy in the evening. I thought your mood would be better, with Sloane being back, and everything.” You inched closer on your knees, intending to move away.

“You’re the one making me grumpy,” Ben snarled.

“Sure, I am.”

Ben narrowed his eyes, watching you try to scoot over the edge of his bed by picking the longer route. He groaned, throwing his head back.

“You’re so annoying.” Ben felt his abdominal muscles tense when your fingers held on to his stomach for support. He eyed the hands bracing against him, more surprised by the sensation of your touch than your willingness to get close to him.

Ben furrowed his brows while muttering quietly under his breath, “I thought you’re just an illusion.”

Wariness spread on your face. Probably wondering why he wanted you to stay. To be honest he didn’t know either. “I am.”

“Then why can I feel you?”

The shrugging of your shoulders seemed almost timid in nature.

“My body works in mysterious ways, Number Two. Let’s just say, I can make it as real as possible. Make you believe I’m touching you even when I’m not really here.”

There was something electrifying and addictive about being close to you. Once a greedy thought hit him, Ben leaned forward. His gaze was hypnotized by your mouth, finding it utterly tantalizing. He licked his lips before staring into your eyes again. “It’s Number One, actually.”

Ben was giving some seriously tempting vibes. His eyes gleamed darkly as he watched your face. You swallowed thickly, feeling his hands teasingly stroke your hips, almost like he was trying out the feel of your corporal form. You felt the tingling sensation from his touch, like the feeling was your own. It was like touching something real, but the surreal feeling still followed.

You eyed his luscious lips, whispering, “Pity. Kinda liked calling you Number Two.”

His breath exhaled against your lips. “I think you like calling me Ben more.”

“Sometimes I like you even more when you’re not talking at all,” you whispered, trying not to sever this spell you both were under. Hoping not to break this rare moment of this bond.

Something twinkled in Ben’s eyes with the spoken challenge that followed. “Then give it your best shot in shutting me up, little Empath.”

Everything inside you tingled like you were experiencing a new sensation. Stroking his cheek, you carefully traced the scar on his cheek, watching Ben’s pupils dilate until his eyes were pitch-black. Absolutely loving how dark his eyes could get. Ben almost mesmerized you with his ability to not turn away from you, silently watching your every move. You told yourself you were merely curious, to find out how this would feel like. To enhance your abilities. While your body laid in bed and your spiritual being was sitting in Ben’s lap, enjoying his ministrations.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, your lips met his. Involuntarily, your throat let out a whimpering sound, adoring the softness of his lips. You closed your eyes, opening your mouth to let your tongue dance with his.

There was a low rumbling sound in Ben’s throat. Your fingers stroked through his wet hair, massaging his scalp with your fingernails. His hands tightened around your waist, hiking up your shirt.

You heeded his silent command by unbuttoning your chemise until you were only clad in your bra underneath.

Impatiently, Ben yanked off his shirt, revealing his naked torso. While he showed his physique, he teased with a smirk, “You know, you could be here right now. Get out of that damn bathtub.”

“Not in a bathtub. I’m laying in bed right now.”

It could be said that Ben’s upper body was too distracting for his own good. You groaned, finding it hard to concentrate. “Why do you have to look so good?” You felt compelled to stroke his rippling abs, delighting a bit in his small groan and feeling it reverberate in your whole body.

Ben was seriously making it hard for you not to like him. Or at least his body did the work in making you feel something for him. The longer you rubbed Ben’s chest, your clit started to throb wantonly with need.

“You’re welcome.” Ben spoke huskily, smirking arrogantly. “Tell me what you’re wearing right now,” he said, losing his casual pants in the process.

You let yourself get swept away by him as you discarded your short pants down your legs. “Just in my underwear,” you teased with a small smile.

“Saucy minx.” Ben started chuckling arrogantly before pulling you close at the back of your head while pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips. “Are you touching yourself?” He panted against your mouth. A startled noise came from Ben’s throat when your hips rubbed teasingly against his crotch. You felt your sex clench when that sound shifted into a moan of appreciation.

You nodded. “Yes.” Feeling the hardness in his boxer briefs with every movement of your gyrating hips.

“Say you want me to touch you,” Ben whispered against your lips before letting them wander sensuously towards your neck, making you go crazy with want with every breath he emitted against your skin. Leaving wet kisses behind.

Oh God why did he have to entice you so bad?

A whimper released from your throat as you tried to relieve the pressure by rubbing against his hardening crotch. You nodded mindlessly.

“Use your words. Say please.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him backwards until Ben snorted with laughter. With his unruly hair spreading on his pillows. His hands didn’t let go of your hips, instead let them roam and touch whatever he could get in contact with. Ben licked his lips and watched in fascination as your fingers unlatched one of his hands and slid it underneath your panties. Letting your wet juices coat his fingertips. Ben could only groan at the sensation of your arousal like it was some tangible proof for your carnal need towards him.

You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his neck while sucking on a sensitive spot. “Please, Ben Hargreeves, Number One, oh great Cthulu, just finger me.”

His fingers moved in circles around your swollen clit while his other hand kneaded your covered bottom, making you gasp and rub against him. Needing to feel more of him. Craving more of that delicious tug from your dripping cunt. You absolutely could stay in this moment forever with Ben’s fingers slipping beneath your panties and palming your butt.

“You know, I don’t feel very appreciated with your sarcasm,” Ben grumbled against your throat. To prove his point, he completely let go of you by placing his arms behind his head, relaxing further on the pillows. “Show me then. Maybe I’ll do you a favor later, if I feel like it.”

You rolled your eyes, unceremoniously dropping your panties. “You’re such an asshole.”

“As you keep telling me.” Ben drew out his hardened cock out of his boxer briefs, tucking the material around his waist. His gaze never left yours while he started massaging his member.

What a cheeky jerk he was for making you work for it.

Kneeling down at the edge of his bed, you made sure that Ben had a clear view while you drew circles on your clit. Just the debauchery of it all instilled you with a deeply sensual and gratifying sensation. You licked your lips, feeling your breathing pick up the longer you stared into his eyes.

Ben was enjoying your little show immensely and threw his head back while not losing sight of you. Your eyes zeroed in on his Adam’s apple when he swallowed. Ben smirked salaciously, breathing heavily. “But you like me.”

Keeping your eyes closed, you threw your head back. “Just stop talking.” You could only depend on your sense of hearing as Ben’s hard member made slippery noises while he kneaded it furiously. Feeling the heat in your body grow, you yanked down the straps of your bra until you were entirely nude.

The silent stare from Ben stopped you in your tracks, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“Get over here,” Ben exhaled a breath. He dragged down his underwear, throwing it on the floor.

Slowly, you crawled over to him until you were sitting in his lap again, with your fingers sweeping his hair from his forehead. However, that content feeling which filled you at the touch he allowed was short-lived when Ben propelled you underneath him.

You gasped and your eyes widened at Ben’s unexpected move. Slinging your thighs around his waist, you let out a hum, enjoying the feeling of your legs rubbing against him. “Someone really can’t stand to be on the bottom, huh?”

“Be quiet,” Ben hissed before he slowly thrust inside you.

You sighed deeply, tightening your hands around his shoulders for support. A whimper released from your lips when Ben pulled you closer to him. With every single thrust, he slid even deeper when he held your legs against his chest.

The veins in Ben’s neck protruded with the exertion he committed, letting out quiet moans the more you clenched around him, losing yourself in the sensations of bliss. Not realizing that the spot where you touched him began to glow with golden energy,

Ben’s hips stuttered, clenching his fingers around your thighs. “Oh shit.” He opened his eyes in astonishment when in an almost serious voice, he said, “Do that again.”

You did it unintentionally. Licking your lips, you felt uncertain, having never done this before during sex. You gasped when Ben hit a certain spot, making your walls clench before your fingers brushed against his neck. Just like that your own emotions were bleeding into him, projecting your ecstatic state onto him. Enhancing those sensations tenfold for him.

You grew even wetter if that was possible once the sounds of Ben’s blissed-out groans hit your ears. Obscene sounds of your groans and bodies slapping together filled the room. Your sex clenched around him like a vice.

His hips faltered before he panted heavily. “Tell me you’re close.”

Throwing your head back, you nodded with a humming sound, pulling him close until Ben’s lips were on yours. Suddenly you felt your body shimmer with ecstatic energy before a soundless moan came out of your mouth. Warmth spread through your whole body.

As soon as your emerging orgasm erupted, your eyes adjusted to the changing surroundings of the hotel room your body was actually lying in and Ben’s bedroom. The illusion you tried to uphold kept flickering until your consciousness was pulled back underneath Ben.

The first thing you focused on was the sound of Ben groaning while his face contorted into a confused frown every time you flickered back to him.

You felt him pull out of you before something wet squirted against your skin when Ben ejaculated on his lower stomach. “Oh fuck.” Ben leaned back with exhaustion, trying to catch his breath.

You chuckled, relaxing next to him and enjoying the view of a Ben whose cheeks were heated from the strain and who stretched out his limbs, needing a few seconds before he would be himself again.

You laid down on your front, letting your fingers dance on his warm skin. And maybe—just a tad—you wished you could’ve had the real thing just now. “I like speechless Ben.”

Ben let out hoarse chuckles before he turned his body away to clean himself up with a tissue. He pulled up the sheet until it covered the two of you again. You still thought it was sweet of him despite the knowledge of not needing the added warmth.

Ben’s body language certainly was more at ease as his bones stretched out. He raked a hand through his messy hair and let out a sigh when he gave you an uncertain look. Ben opened his mouth to speak.

Before he could mess it all up, you shushed him by placing a finger above his lips. “Nuh uh, don’t ruin it. You were either going to say the sweetest thing ever or utter something hurtful just because you can’t handle intimacy.”

Ben was taken aback when you leaned towards him to have one last taste of him since this would remain a one-time thing.

The moment your lips were no longer on his, Ben shook his head before commenting, “You’re fucking confusing.”

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[anyamaris]

21:30

Captain and the Sparrow

Word Count- 4529

Summary- After half a year of preparation and planning, it's the eve before you're set to play your part in the operation. Knowing you'll be parting in the morning, you and the Captain find yourselves needing to fill the hours before dawn.

Pairing- RebelFactionLeader!Hongjoong x PrestigeInstructor!f!reader

Trope- Colleagues to Lovers Fantasy AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, unprotected sex (don't do this irl), talk about rebel infiltration/sabotage, dirty talk, MINORS DNI 18+

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21:30p

You watch as Hongjoong paces back and forth, staring at the strategy board while he tugs at his bottom lip.  His arm was wrapped around his own waist and he was mumbling under his breath.  You check your Prestige Academy uniform for the nth time and verify everything is in place.  You’d already checked in with the Elites, double, then triple checking the exact time for both of your arrival to the station.  

The recruits would be aboard the train already, before you boarded with Hongjoong and the others.  You wander over to check Hongjoong’s uniform as well, smoothing it out yet again.  The level of stress amongst the team throughout the city had been high for the months you’d all been planning this, but the small hours of just waiting before you finally put everything into motion were by far the worst.  

Your eyes stray to the spot Hongjoong's bike was parked in earlier before he'd taken it to Nightowl's shop for storage. You were definitely going to miss all the beautiful men on their sexy motorcycles. Especially.....your eyes stray to the man nearest you.

Admiring your partner this evening, you can’t help but feel a pang as you realize that this could possibly be the last time you two spend together.  It might actually be the last time you see him at all, if things went well. 

 Or…if you ever saw him again….

You didn’t want to think the worst, especially right now when there was nothing else to occupy your mind.  You sit and follow your Captain with your eyes, admiring him.  It was no shock that he had the respect of his entire crew; his determination and willpower to get this done were enough to earn yours.  But it was more than that, you acknowledge.  

You personally had been witness to the pain he tried to hide behind his sharp eyes, the stress he tried to conceal with a forced smile.  You watch as that willpower manifested as tirelessness, but in reality you knew he was consumed with worry.  He cared so much for everyone involved, for the outcome of this operation.  For it was just another step towards his ultimate goal.

The ultimate goal you were not privy to, but that was fine with you.  You’d known him long enough now to know that whatever it was, it was for the good of the children, his team and everyone involved.  For future generations.  

And you’d follow him no matter the outcome.

For this moment, though, you wanted to do something for him for once.  The safe house was empty of all but the two of you.  Everyone was in their positions or they were doing last minute preparations, spending their wait time in their own way.  Your thoughts drift to your compatriots, and their loved ones, wondering how they’d decided to spend the quiet moments leading up to the morning. 

No regrets, my little birds, leave no regrets tonight.

Letting your eyes take Hongjoong in, you allowed yourself a moment of indulgence.  It had been months since you’d accepted your growing attraction to the man in charge.  Obviously, you knew better than anyone that there wasn’t room for those types of feelings.  Not for the two of you, at least.  

Still, you allow yourself to at least admire the charismatic man while you have your time with him.  Your growing feelings were pale in comparison to what this operation meant, so you’d just set it to the side and continued on with your mission.

Tonight, though, now that you were on the eve of putting months of planning into play, you couldn’t help but feel your anxiety weigh down on you as you watch him wind himself up with nothing to do but wait.  

“Hongjoong.” You say sternly, drawing his gaze.  You stand with your arms folded, an eyebrow raised at him.  “Yes?” he asks, his eyes almost immediately trying to stray to the planning board, to the equipment, to the uniforms.  You could just see him spinning his wheels as you watched and you just sigh.  

“Have I forgotten something?” he asks, gaze flicking over to the pile of personnel files on the low table.  “Yes. Actually, you have, Captain.” you say, walking over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.  His mind was so distracted that it took him a moment to realize you were right in front of him.  He looks down at you, a wrinkle creasing his brow, a questioning look in his eye.

“You’ve forgotten how to breathe, sir.  No offense, Joong, but if you don’t calm down, you’re going to drive me mad.” you say, pushing him backwards so he is forced to sit down on the couch in the middle of the safe house.  He pulls his cowboy hat off, his hand coming up to rub his eyes.  

“It’s just…there’s so much in my mind, I feel as if I’m going to forget something important.” he sighs.  You just look down at him, saddened that he was always shouldering everything.  He had an amazing crew but he truly never took time for himself.  “Always so concerned about everyone else, Joong.” he looks up at you and gives you a tired smile.  “I know, I know.  I’m aware everyone else is quite capable.  I just…worry.” he says, leaning back and closing his eyes.  

You look down at him momentarily, before pushing up your sleeves and circling around behind him.  “Well, I suppose I’ll add taking care of you to my long list of priorities then.” you say sternly, flexing your hands before grasping his shoulders and rubbing, frowning at the knots you can feel tensing him up.  

“Oh fuck, that’s….” he groans out, and you just let out a “mmmhmmmm…” knowingly as he gives in to the massage.  “Sir, let me tell you, you are just beyond tense.”  you whisper as you  smile down at him.  Finally you feel him relax and give in to your hands.   

The sound of the door cuts through the cozy silence and you turn to see Yeosang make his way over to the supply area. "Yeosang is here." you murmur to Hongjoong and he peeks an eye open, sighing. "I'll be right back..." he says and you nod, watching him go over to speak with his teammate.

You take a moment to go over your check list once more in your head, almost a habit now. Hongjoong pats Yeosang on the back as he is about to send him off and you make your way over to the two. Yeosang nods at you, a tight lipped smile. "Yeosang..." you say, placing a hand on his arm. Trying to smile reassuringly, you say, "Good luck...it's been a pleasure to work along side of you all. Please convey that to everyone if you could, with your deliveries." He just nods at you, glancing once more at the captain and then says his goodbyes.

You watch as Hongjoong turns to start looking over everything again, knowing his mind is right back into overdrive. "Oh no you don't," you say, grasping his arm and pulling him back to the couch, where you resume your massage. Picking out a particularly tight knot, you work at him until you feel the tenseness leave his shoulders, leaning into your hands.

Ah, if only…. You think wistfully…but then a smirk slowly creeps onto your face.   Hell, why not…? You had hours and hours before morning.  The schedule you had been keeping with him during this was set for night, so you’d both only woken up within the last few hours.  Yeosang had come and gone and there were just check-ins with the others, nothing too complicated.

 Now that things are settled…..

“Hongjoong?” you say, your hands working slowly over his shoulders, up his neck, then back down.  “Mmm?” he murmurs, not even opening his eyes. 

You slide around the couch, taking a seat next to him.  You reach up and brush a lock of his blue hair off of his forehead, smiling as he opens one eye to peek at you.  “Done already? I could have suffered through another hour of that…” he murmurs, smiling cheekily.  “I have a better idea…” you murmur.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you lean over and press your lips to his.  His body immediately jerks and freezes, his eyes flying open, his lips motionless for a split second.  Then they flutter shut and his hand comes up to cup the back of your head as he sighs into your mouth.  

Mildly shocked at his eager response, you can’t help but smile against his mouth.  His tongue darts out to lick along your bottom lip before he pulls back, his forehead touching yours.  “Y/n…. as tempting as this is ... .are you aware of what you’re getting into?”  he eyes you, his face serious.  You can’t help but notice the look he gives your lips, though, as you bite them, thinking.  

“Joong…you said the same thing to me when I joined your cause.” you say softly, reaching up to touch his face with your knuckles.  He rolls his eyes, letting out a soft laugh.  “I’d like to say that it’s the same, but it’s definitely not….” 

“Joong…I’m fully aware of who you are.  You’re aware of who I am by now, I would hope- of what I’m here to do?”  he just nods, a tug pulling his lips down.  He leans up and kisses your forehead, his free hand cupping your cheek.  

“You also know that….” he says, looking away to take in all of the signs of your planning, the operation board, the equipment.  You don’t even need to look to know that’s what he’s thinking about.  “Hongjoong….I’m very well prepared for tomorrow.  I’m also prepared to be responsible for myself with what I want to be happening right now.” You let your hand slide down, rubbing his shoulder again gently.  

“We may very well not see eachother again for a long while.  Hell, we may never see each other again.” you say and his eyes show pain, the memory of loss you know he felt so deeply.  You know very little of what he’d been through, but what you did know was the pain you saw in his eyes occasionally when he stares off in the distance, looking through time to the past.  Possibly even into the future.  

“I don’t-” he starts and you climb into his lap, straddling him.  His eyes grow big but you just smile down at him.  “We can do what we normally do and discuss and strategize this, but I’d rather not waste the time.  I’d rather just fuck your brains out so I can do something for YOU for once, Captain.”  you grab the cowboy hat sitting on the couch next to you and place it on your head.  “And for myself…this is as much a selfish request as it is an urge to take care of you, sir.”

“Well, if you put it that way-” he smirks, eyebrow raised.  Then you’re leaning down, cupping his cheeks and pressing your mouth to his again, parting his lips with your tongue.  He lets out a whimper as his hands grip your ass, pressing you down against his hardening bulge.  “Captain, sir….why don’t you let me steer this ship?” you smirk down at him as you lean back, unbuttoning your shirt and tossing it.  His eyes go wide with delight as you grasp his hand and place it on your chest, his fingers immediately going to work against the thin material.  He tests the weight of your breast, squeezing gently.

“Mmm, so soft…” he says as you run your fingers up his nape, into the back of his hair.  He leans forward and takes the fabric in his mouth, wetting the spot where your nipple is.  Then you push him backwards, his eyes going wide.  “What-” he starts but you just grasp his shirt, ripping it open.  The pearl buttons go flying, making tiny noises as they land all over.  Not caring, and relishing his shocked yet pleased expression, you reach down to pinch his nipple.  

He lets out a hiss, his back arching into the touch as you bite your lip and watch him.  He was beyond hot, you can’t help but get wet just watching his reaction to you.  “Fuck, you’re so sexy…” he sighs out, his hands coming up to yank down your bra straps, pulling down the material to expose your bare tits.  He just hums, admiring them, using both hands to knead them, pressing them together before he leans forward, rubbing his face between them.  You hold the back of his head as he kisses his way over and starts sucking one of your nipples.  The bud pebbles in his mouth and he moans, drawing more fluid out of your already drenched core.  

You strip him of his shirt, but he never lets up his kissing and sucking on your tender flesh.  You draw your nails down his bare back, causing him to gasp and hiss again.  Finally you grasp his hair in your hand, pulling his head back.  His eyes grow wide as you sit above him, staring down at him with a stern look.  

“Captain, while I love your leadership skills, I’m the one in charge right now.  So let me-” you reach down and tug at his belt, unbuckling it, “-be the one doing the work.  You just sit back and enjoy the ride…” you smirk and his eyes glaze over, biting his lip as he leans back and lets you pull off his belt, tossing it to the side.  

His eyes scan you,  taking you in as you sit straddling him with your bra pulled down, your breasts on display, wearing his cowboy hat.  He moans, gripping your waist as he moves his hips up into yours.  “There we go, that’s much better, sir.” You say as you unbutton his pants, unzipping, then slipping your hand into them.  He throws his head back as your fingers make contact with his silky yet rigid flesh.  “Mmm, so hard already….” you murmur, licking your lips and he just watches as you pull his cock out, encircling the tip with your thumb.  The noise that leaves his lips has you wiggling your hips, rocking back and forth to rub against his thigh.  

“Ah god…” Hongjoong mutters, looking down to watch you stroke him, twisting your wrist to add a little extra to the stimulation as you watch his expression.  “Oh fuck, you’re so good at this….” he moans, his hips moving a little at your motions.  “Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it, sir.” you murmur and smile.  He looks up to watch you, taking in your tits, then he reaches down to cup you through your pants.  “Well this isn’t fair…” he mutters, frowning up at you.   You let out a husky laugh, winking at him.  “Well, maybe you can earn the privilege of watching me take them off for you, sir.” 

He lets out a laugh and leans up, grasping your ass and taking your mouth again, this time more frantically.  You continue to stroke him as his tongue twists and dances with yours, his hands cupping your bottom.  You break the kiss, sliding off his lap as he whines as reaches for you, his lips still trying to reach for yours.  “Cute, Captain.  But you’re going to have to wait.” You say, reaching behind you to unlatch your bra, pulling it off and holding it to the side, then dropping it.  He leans back, taking his dick in his own hand, slowly stroking it as he watches you.  

“Like what you see, sir?” you ask, running your hands down your stomach, to play with your own belt buckle, slipping it off.  “Mmmm…yes…I am enjoying the show…” he says, biting his lip, hissing a bit as he rubs the head of his cock.  You unbutton your pants, unzipping them, then you turn around, looking back over your shoulder to grin at him.  You can hear his labored breathing as you slowly slide the material off you, slipping the pants down your legs, slowly- making sure he enjoys the torment.  

“Ah fuck….” he says, stroking himself faster as you turn back around and kick them off, standing in front of him in just his hat and a pair of black lace panties.  Sauntering back towards him, you place a leg up next to his thigh dramatically so he can take in the view.  

You take his hand and place it against your clothed pussy.  He sucks in a breath at how soaked you already are, his fingers immediately gripping the crotch of your panties in his hand and pulling roughly to the side.  Before you can do anything, he reaches up to grab you from underneath, pulling your lower body towards him.  He immediately buries his mouth in your aching core, his nose nuzzling against your sensitive clit.  You cry out and grasp his hair in your hand, pulling gently as his tongue darts out to taste your wet slit.  “FUCK” you hear him murmur against you, muffled and his hot breath has your legs quivering.  

His other hand grips your inner thigh, slipping up to use his finger to part you, to slide against your folds.  You let out a loud moan as he licks up to your nub, then sucks on it, switching between sucking and licking, drawing even more juices from your yearning cunt.  “Hongjoong!” you cry out as his finger slips into your tight hole, eagerly fingering you as his tongue flicks back and forth against your swollen clit.  “FUCK!  CAPTAIN!  I’M -OH FUCK….JOONG!” you cry out, his hand clutching you tighter as you grasp his head, pushing him against you as you start to quake from your impending orgasm.  

The sounds his tongue is making has you crying out over and over, his moaning and licking driving you completely mad as you finally give into the high that has you gushing over his tongue, his muffled delighted laughter and hot breath drawing out the pleasure.

“FUCK! OH MY GOD…FUCK FUCK FUCK!” you cry until you feel your legs give and he reaches out to steady you, slowly sliding his finger back out.  “Wow….fuck…Captain…you say I was good at what I was doing…goddamn SIR!” you manage as he pulls you back down on his lap, holding you upright.  “I have a lot more where that came from, little sparrow….” he purrs out, then he’s pulling you down so you can taste yourself on his lips, his mouth still wet with your desire.   

“Now you can just sit there and let me do what I please to you, since you are so out of control and don’t listen to orders ... .sir.” you say, pushing him back.  You reach down to guide him into you as you hover above him, holding onto his shoulder. As you sink down onto him slowly, he grunts, letting his head fall back again.  You moan softly as you feel him stretch you, the wetness from his attentive tongue definitely helping take him.  It had been far too long since you’d enjoyed the touch of another person and you were going to savor it as long as you could.  As you sink down completely, seated firmly in his lap, he opens his eyes to look up at your face.  

“You look gorgeous wearing that.” he whispers, smirking at the hat on your head.  “Yeehaw, Captain.” you say, winking, as you roll your hips around, drawing out moans from his parted lips.  “Don’t…ever say that…again…” he says and you can’t help but laugh.  But it’s cut off a moment later as he grabs your ass, lifting you just to thrust upwards and draw you back down.  

“Joong!” you cry out, gasping as he bites his lip and watches your reactions as he controls your movements.  You recover and grip his shoulders tightly, then start bouncing on him eagerly, causing him to cry out loudly.  Your tits jiggle, and you lean forward, bringing his mouth to your chest so he can attend them.  “Joong, fuck you feel so good…” you moan, riding him as he sucks on your nipple.   His arm goes around your waist and then you’re being flipped onto your back.  

“Hey!” you cry out, and he’s entering you once more, grabbing your arms to hold over your head.  He smirks down at you, his blue hair hanging down in his eyes.  “You said it, I don’t listen to orders very well…” he grins mischievously as he starts setting a slow pace, drawing his cock out almost completely, just to slowly slide back into you.  You whine and wriggle under him, but he just shushes you, pulling back slowly again.  Then he thrusts hard into you, making your breasts bounce.  

“Fuck…you just had to keep calling me ‘Sir’, didn’t you?” he says, his eyes bright and dancing.  “Oh my….is that what it was….ssssiiirrr?” you say, making sure to draw it out huskily and he moans, his hips picking up the pace.  “Yes, fuck me sir….Captain please…” you start moaning out and he responds immediately, as he whimpers, letting his body fall onto yours, your hands finally free as his mouth seeks yours.  “Yes…mmm…yesss” he says against your lips, fucking you harder now as you wrap your legs around him.  “Your pussy is so tight…holy fuck…” he moans, pressing his face into your neck.  You cradle his head as you lift your hips up to take more of him and he moans even louder against your skin.  His hot breath is driving you crazy along with his thick cock.  

You rake your nails down his back and he cries out your name, propping himself back up to look down at you.  “I want to feel you cum around me…” he growls, driving into you harder and faster.  Your flushed face, parted lips and writhing body has him panting and gasping, trying to hold out for you.  “Captain….Sir……!” you cry, pressing your hands against his shoulders as he fucks you down into the couch.  He can feel your walls fluttering around him, clenching as you build up a coil in your abdomen, your legs shaking. 

“OH FUCK I can feel you, I can feel your….tight ……pussy….Oh yes, almost there, baby, fuck cum around me….CUM CUM…..” he urges, sweating, the droplets falling on your bare tits as he fucks you harder and harder until you start screaming his name, then incoherent words as the coil snaps, the orgasm ripping through you.  You clamp down around him, and he cries out, his eyes wide as he starts to cum, not even pulling out.  You keep your legs around him, his hands sliding under your ass to tilt you up to take everything.  “FUCK!” he bites out, his jaw clenched, as he empties into you.  You are clutching at his shoulders, the couch, everything as you finally ride through it and to the other side, coming down and going limp.   “Joong….” you sigh as he collapses on top of you, his breathing hitched and stuttering.  

You rub your hand down his back, both of you covered in sweat and fluids pooled between you.  You just hold each other for a bit as you recover, then he pulls back to look down at you.  “You definitely don’t take orders well..” you grimace at him and he just laughs, pushing the hat down on your head as he leans down to kiss you softly. 

As moments pass, you both untangle from each other reluctantly.  Just then, you hear his cell go off.  “Mmm…reality…” Hongjoong walks over to pick it up, and you gather yourself, then your clothes. Instead of listening in, you go grab some water. Smiling to yourself, enjoying a brief moment of happiness at having had this experience with this incredible man, you just let yourself not think of anything else for a few moments.

You make your way back over to the couch, grabbing your pants to start dressing. After a brief conversation, Hongjoong comes back over, tugging the pants from your hands and placing them on the couch, taking you into his arms. “Check ins.  Mingi and Koa are all clear, set for morning.” You nod, wondering again how everyone was spending their time this evening.  Hopefully with a lot of meaning, you think, your eyes admiring your captain.  

No regrets at all.  

“Were you trying to end things here? We should definitely get cleaned up…so how about we take this to the shower….?” he says, winking at you, and you just laugh, letting him tug you along with him.  There was no way you weren’t going for a second round, especially when your captain was so very enthusiastic…

"You know...it's too bad your bike had to go to Nightowl's shop.....I could have used one last...ride on it..." you tease, enjoying how his eyes darken at the thought. "SHOWER. NOW." he demands and you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder.

A while later, and with a lot less stress weighing you both down, you settle once more on the couch together.  Clean and clothed, he pulls you over to lean on him, placing your legs over his lap, then plays with your hands.  He leans over and grabs a small bottle, uncapping it, then painting your pinky nail black.  He kisses your palm as he smiles up at you, then looks back down, blowing on it softly.  He holds it up next to his, admiring the matching colors.  Then he draws it back to blow on it again, looking at you softly.  

You can’t help but smile at him, truly savoring your time together.  He stops and looks down, his expression slipping a bit as he hooks his pinky through yours.  “In the morning…” he says softly and you clear your throat, bringing your hand up to brush back his hair.  “Stop.  I know what you’re about to do.” you say, running your thumb over his beautiful cheekbone. “Oh, do you?” he asks, smirking at you and you just giving him his look right back.  

“Yes, Captain.  Let’s not do the whole, ‘what could have been, if only, in another life’ talk.  I’m an adult and I’m well aware of our situation, as I made clear before we started this.  As are you.  We are two people who wanted to spend some intimate time together before we part ways.” you say and he sighs, his smile coming back but it’s strained.  

“You’re right. I know.” he responds, sliding his fingers through yours, then raising your hand to press a kiss to the back of it.  “Thank you.” he says, and you both just smile at each other, understanding.  “Thank you too, Captain.” he tilts his head and looks over at the uniforms that were set out for you to both put in come morning.  

“Were I a better man, I’d ask you to give it up.  To forget this mission.  That I could find someone else to do what you need to after tonight.  To stay…” he murmurs.  His gaze sweeps over the work you’d all done over the last half a year.  The maps, the files, the blueprints.  The plan for your infiltration as a faculty of the academy being a large part of any plans going forward.  

There were others he had planted, but…you knew deep in your heart that his trust in you that you’d formed through working together in this, you knew he needed you.  “Hongjoong.” you whisper and he just closes his eyes without looking at you.  

“Captain.” you say more firmly and he slowly turns to you.  Your heart twists at the pain behind those beautiful brown eyes as they open, the regret and the internal war you knew he struggled with every single moment.  

“I trust you, and I believe in you.” you say, smiling sadly.  “I am a selfish woman, and I am happy that we had tonight together.  And yes, in another life, I’d explore whatever this is between us, have no doubt about that.” you lean in to kiss his tender lips, savoring him.  

“However…I am not selfish enough to abandon the fate of countless others for my own benefit.  Nor are you, we would both hate ourselves for even considering it.” he nods, blinking rapidly as he lets out a breath you hadn’t realized he was holding.  

“To be honest, I was terrified you’d ask me to consider it.  And I…I don’t know if I would be strong enough to turn it down…” he lets his head fall onto your shoulder and you just rub the nape of his neck, kissing his hair.  

“Captain, you would be.  I believe in you.  Believe in me too.” you say, then you draw back, looking down at him.  He nuzzles into your chest and looks up at you as you cup his face.  “I’d like to make something clear as well,” you say, frowning.  His eyes are curious and he nods.  

“You are a better man for not asking me to stay.  A weaker man would, but my captain is strong.” you poke his nose, trying to be playful but his eyes go dark. 

“I really fucking need you again…” he says with a low tone as he lunges at you, taking your mouth again with his.

Hours later, you finish checking your uniform, double then triple checking that everything is set. It was here and you take a long look at Hongjoong as he speaks softly to his second in command, Seonghwa.

His face is stoic and somber, giving you an almost imperceptible nod as he trades last minute information. Satisfied, he hangs up and comes over to you. No words are needed as you exchange a long look, his forehead pressed to yours.

Making one last pass through the safe house, the only sound the birds chirping outside as the predawn city starts to wake he turns to you. With everything in place as you head out of the safehouse, you both turn to look at the other.

"Time to fly, little bird." he whispers as he entwines his pinky with yours one last time before your parting.

[rebelumbrella46]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY - Theory Time!

I came up with a plot line for season 4, and it goes like this...

We know that the girl on the bike is a metaphor for God. So what if she's causing the apocalypse? What if when she says that Klaus can't stay because he doesn't belong, it's because he has the Marigolds inside, and we know that the Marigolds come from Reginald's world, so maybe Heaven as we know it isn't the place where the creatures from other worlds (not humans) can go after dying, and that's why Klaus ends up in the Void instead of Heaven. We never see Klaus meeting Ben on the other side, and when he talks to Reginald in S1, it's the little girl who points him in another direction (probably away from heaven) and the girl isn't really sure if she made Klaus, she says "I made everything so I must have made to you too" maybe she can feel that there is something inhuman about Klaus and that's why she doesn't like him. I mean, all the "I don't like you so I won't let you go to heaven" It seems a bit drastic, when you realize that Klaus isn't that bad of a person, apart from drug addiction and the “troublemaker” part.

So the plot goes like this: it's not really Viktor that causes the apocalypse, it's God, but... because of Reginald. 

She knows that someone has come along and created an imbalance in the world she created, therefore, "You're not supposed to be here," she keeps saying. "You can't stay." Or if you don't want to say that it’s God doing, you can say that the apocalypse is happening because of all of them, because of Reginald coming to earth and because of the Umbrellas and Sparrows having the Marigold when they were supposed to be normal children.

If this is the case, then ending the show like it ended in S3, with them without powers, and just living a normal life, no powers, no apocalypse, and just them as a family, going on with their lives, would have been perfect. But since that was the ending of the last season, and it's not (or at least I hope they don't re-use it) going to be the same ending. I think they'll get their powers back.

So if Klaus dies again, which is very possible, and he regains his powers. i think he could come back and that, coupled with Reginald's domination of this world, could trigger another apocalypse (especially if Klaus wants revenge, after last season's betrayal). All of this could result in the siblings getting their powers back and realizing that for the world to be safe, they can't be together.

And Five will have to divide them into timelines. 

For example: Sloane and Luther could stay in the present but maybe not on the earth, maybe they’d decide to go to the Moon together. Allison wouldn't care as long as she has Ray and Claire. Diego and Lila could go to the 80s. Viktor could ask to go back to Sissy and Harlan in the 60s. 

I don’t know where Ben and Klaus would go, but I would like them to stick together. And Five would definitely go way back in time, since we know that the Commission's quarters are located in 1950.

So that would be the end of the show. The siblings say their goodbyes and then get scattered through time. Only maybe when the timeline intersects, they would check on each other, make sure they're okay, but never get all together again.

 And Five grows old, watching them from the Commission Switchboard, watching them live their lives, and is glad to see them happy. He has done a good job. The world is safe. He was a good brother. And maybe in the way, he found a partner, named Dolores (real human)

But even if they all had the life they wanted, they still miss each other. And will forever do. 

[mayson-jarz-artz101]

Episode Two: The Power of a Little Sparkle

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Part one here: The World We Knew (Over and Over)

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Five puts the note into his pocket and gets into his car. He drives home, still thinking about it. It can’t be a coincidence, can it?

He pulls into the driveway of his house. He gets out of the car and walks up to the front door. On the door is another note, this time with a 10 written on it. He takes the note off the door and turns it around. This time there was only one number written on the back.

Five: Alright…Someone’s fucking with us.

He opens the door and walks inside, heading into the living room. Jackson is sitting on the couch, watching a tv show. He looks up and smiles happily.

Jackson: Five! I’m so glad you’re home…

He gets up and hugs him tightly.

Jackson: I saved you some dinner, it’s in the microwave. The kids are already asleep…

Five: Thanks..hey, did anyone come to the door tonight?

Jackson: No…why?

Five: I found this on the front door.

He takes out the note from his pocket and shows it to him. Jackson looks at it and looks confused.

Jackson: I don’t get it..why would someone leave that?

Five: there’s the thing. I found another one in my car windshield. But the number on the front was 5. The other one has a 10…

Jackson: Maybe it’s all just a weird coincidence…this is a normal timeline…nothing weird is supposed to happen.

Five: The people I’ve been investigating…the meeting tells me otherwise. They have things from our original timeline…and from the sparrow. Our strollers Reginald brought us home in, those stupid action figures, one of Allison’s movies. They..talked about a “cleanse.” Something where the timeline resets again…to get to the perfect one.

Jackson: The last time the world got reset, there was a massive kugelblitz and we had to go into a weird hotel..and your dad was bleeding blue. I-Is there another one? What’s causing the paradox this time?

Five: I don’t know. I wouldn’t think so…Allison rewrote us into this timeline. There was no…marigold, no powers. We’re just normal people..

Five sighs and sits on the couch. Jackson sits next to him and rubs his back.

Five: I’m gonna call the others tomorrow. See if they had anything weird happen to them..I wouldn’t be too surprised. Lila was at the meeting.

Jackson: Lila? What the hell was she doing there?

Five: She said she was also investigating them. It’s..an outlet or something. A way to escape the housewife life, I guess. You’d tell me if you’re acting like a spy, right?

Jackson: Honey, I’m not a trained assassin like the two of you. I learned all my moves from avatar: the last air bender..you don’t have to worry. But…I guess I understand Lila a little bit. I assume it’d be hard to live constantly on the edge…and then suddenly stop. That’s part of the reason you joined the CIA, right?

Five:…I guess. I mean…it’s really the only thing I could do. I don’t really have any skills anywhere else.

Jackson: Lila could be thinking the same. Just…watch out for her. If you see her again…she doesn’t have your resources.

Jackson leans in and kisses Five on the cheek.

Jackson: Now go on..go eat. And for god's sake, take off the disguise “Jerome.”

Five: Yeah, yeah, it’s coming off.

Five gets up and heads into the kitchen.

The camera cuts to the outside of the old Umbrella (Sparrow if we want to appease Ben and Fei) Academy. Five and Jackson are seen walking inside as Luther opens the door for them.

Luther: What’s this about, Five? You’ve…never wanted to come over before.

Five: Well, I would have rather had this meeting at my house but…oh well. Might be for the better…I wouldn’t have Klaus bubble wrapping everything.

Luther: What? Klaus!

Luther looks at Klaus who is, indeed, bubble wrapping everything he can.

Klaus: I never realized just how bad this house was…I mean, it could fall at any moment. And all the sharp edges everywhere..

Allison: Klaus, sit down…you’re gonna be okay. If the house falls down, I’ll push Ben in front of you to protect you.

Klaus: Aww..

Ben: Yeah, fuck you too.

Five walks into the center of the room.

Five: Alright, let’s stop bickering..onto more important matters. Yesterday, Jackson and I found notes. I called Lila and Diego and they said they did too. But with a 2 and an 8. This leads me to believe everyone here got one…a red number on the front, a black number on the back. Am I right?

Ben: No. I got one…but mine has a circle and an S. The only number on it is 6.

Theon: Fei got the same. Except, it says E…

Five: Letters?…hm. Okay, everyone, put your notes on the table. I wanna see something.

Everyone lays their notes on the table. Allison puts Klaus’ note on the table for him. As Five studies them, he starts rearranging them.

Five: Mine was a 5…Diego had 2. Luther had a 1…these were all meant for us. Our numbers…

Lila: That doesn’t explain the extra ones, though…

Five: It sort of does. Notice how Bella or the Swedes didn’t get one? This is for people who had powers…

Theon: Who the hell knows we had powers? None of us told anyone.

Fei: It was probably Ben. He could never shut up about the “old days.”

Ben: I never once mentioned my powers!

Fei: I find that hard to believe. The Sparrow Academy was the only thing you knew and now you have nothing.

Ben: You—

Five: Enough! Look…the notes. They’re coordinates…

Jackson: Hang on, I’ll look them up…maybe it’s close by?

Jackson pulls out his phone and starts typing. He shows his phone to Five.

Jackson: It’s…just a dry cleaners. It’s only a town over.

Five: A dry cleaners? Fuck…

Five sighs and rubs his face. He didn’t sleep too well last night, worrying about the notes and their meaning.

Five: We have to go…or…I have to. See what this is about…

Diego: Woah, woah…you’re not doing this by yourself. Let me help.

Five: No offense, Diego…but I can do this. It’s technically my mission…if it involves the keepers.

Jackson gently hits Five in the arm. He clears his throat.

Jackson: Your brother is offering help and you know he’s capable.

Five:…You just don’t want me going alone. Do you?

Jackson: Of course not! We’ve got no idea what’s happening…and we can’t tell the police or anything, this talking about our…powers.

Viktor: maybe..we all should go. I-I mean, it’s for us. Somebody wants all of us…

Allison: And if it’s a trap?

Fei: What, you umbrellas can’t handle anything without powers?

Fei laughs. Allison glares at her.

Allison: And what exactly can you do now?

Fei: More than you, apparently. The monkey and Reginald made sure we could fight without using our powers. At least they did with me.

Luther: Let's stop arguing, guys..but maybe Viktor and Fei are right, in a way. We should all go. Find out what this is about…there’s so many of us, if something goes wrong, I’m sure we’ll handle it.

Theon: I’ve heard that one before. “Oh, look there’s seven of us! We can do anything!” And then you all wander off and Five is left to clean up your messes. Then he comes to me and starts bitching about it…

Jackson: Actually…he comes to me. And he does that thing where he says he hates everyone and they’re all stupid but then he still helps…it’s adorable.

Five:…Sometimes I miss my power. Just…Fine. Let’s go. Everyone’s kids are fine where they are?

Luther: Yeah, it seems like it…it shouldn’t be too long, should it?

Five: Who knows at this point…let’s just go.

Everyone walks out and piles into two cars. The Umbrella siblings, Ben and Lila pile into Diego’s van. It’s an older model, seemingly falling apart. Diego loves it.

In the other car, it’s a newer Telluride. Jackson is proud of his nice car.

Emme climbs into the very back, not interested in what’s happening.

Emme looks over at Theon.

Emme: Why are we doing this? We could just ignore the stupid letter…

Theon: Hush, it’s a road trip. I think you’ll live…

Emme groans and puts headphones on

The group starts traveling to the Laundromat. Five stares out the window, pondering what this could all mean. To him, this spells a once lying dormant disaster finally starting. He can’t say anything, though. He doesn’t scare his family who has finally gotten their lives together. He doesn’t want his struggles to keep them alive to mean nothing after all.

When they finally arrive at the Laundromat, they all pile out of the two cars. Klaus looks up at the sign, reading out “Cy’s One-Hour Dry Cleaners.”

Klaus:…I don’t get it, it looks like a normal dry cleaners.

Diego: That’s what they want you to think. A lot of underground operations happen—

Lila: Underground? Yeah, thanks, in the name, genius..

Diego:…I was gonna say that.

Five: Will all of you be quiet? Just stay behind me.

Five takes out his gun and a flashlight. He checks to make sure it’s loaded. Diego looks at him and scoffs.

Diego: What about me? I’m a cop, too.

Five:…And Diego, I guess. Just pretend to be JFK.

Diego, baffled, shakes his head.

Diego: I could’ve saved him! Just..didn’t go exactly to plan.

Five rolls his eyes and leads them inside, with Diego following closely behind him. The dry cleaners is dark and cramped, filled with too many clothes to count.

Emme grabs Theon’s hand, still somewhat scared of the dark. Theon whispers to her that it’ll be okay, reassuring her quietly.

Then, a voice comes out from behind the clothing rack. Five aims his gun and flashlight at the noise.

Five: Show yourself. Now!

A man stepped out from the clothes. Five looked at him and studied his features. He was an older, bald man with a goatee. He wore a brown leather jacket. Five recognized the man…He was at the keepers meeting.

Five: What the hell are you doing here?

Man: Don’t shoot. I’m…asking for your help.

Luther: you..couldn’t just..call? Why the creepy notes?

Man: They would’ve figured it out. I had to be discreet. Listen…My name is Cy Grossman. My daughter, Zoe…she went missing when she was six. I have an idea on where she might be but…I need your help.

Viktor:…Us? Like…all of us? Th-there’s only two people really qualified for that here.

Cy: No, No. I need…superheroes. Cops aren’t going to do anything, they’ve been compromised. Zoe is…in true danger. So…I’d need someone who’s powerful.

Cy brought out a small box filled with random junk. Upon closer inspection, it had Hazel and Cha-Cha’s masks, comics about kids with powers, the book Viktor had written years ago…Dave’s dog tags…

Klaus immediately reached in and took the dog tags. Beatriz placed her hand on his back and comforted him.

Five: Where did you get this stuff?

Cy: I stole it from Jean and Gene.

Cy reached down into the box and picked up a container. Inside, there were glowing golden particles, floating inside.

The family stared at it in stunned silence.

Viktor: Marigold..H-How?

Five took the container from Cy.

Five: The timelines…they really are melting into each other.

Jackson: Wh-What does that mean? Five, what the hell is happening?

Five: I don’t know..with the timeline reset, with me never existing..there should be no Commission. So there should be nothing to travel in between them. Fuck!

Theon: Hang on, hang on..we had a fresh start, yeah? Just one line?…Well, what’s to say ours didn’t split again? I mean, the whole thing was fucked. One little mistake and everything went wrong.

Lila: He’s got a point..and there’s no saying what that reset actually did. Like, that hotel..that other world..I’ve never seen anything like it before.

Five: I never had either..

Ben pushed himself to the front.

Ben: Okay, what the hell are we just standing here for? We can get our powers back! Who cares about this timeline bullshit? We can have powers..we can be the Sparrow Academy again.

Diego: Umbrella, asshole.

Ben: Whatever!

Ben reached out to take the container from Five. Five pulled away.

Five: Absolutely not, you lunatic. Having our powers can mean disaster…especially after this long.

Cy:…Well, I think you—

Jackson: Shut up, you! You’re not in this conversation! We’re not getting our powers back. I have finally adjusted to feeling cold for once and I’m not going back.

Five: Okay, okay…let’s take a breather. Cy, was it?…Sorry about your kid, but…we need to think about this. As a family…

Cy puts his hands in his pockets. He sighs.

Cy: Alright. That’s okay…take all the time you need. Just…not too long, y’know? I-If you do decide to go through with it..I think my daughter is in New Grumpson, Maine. Just..be careful.

Five:…Yeah. Come on, everyone. Let’s…get something to drink. Talk this over.

Five led everyone outside. They walked down the street and headed into a bar. Five goes up to the bartender and flashes his badge.

Five: CIA business. I need everyone to clear out. I’ll cover the costs.

The bartender looks up and raises an eyebrow.

Bartender: CIA business, huh?…So, the blind chick, kid and the guy breathing into a paper bag are…all a part of the CIA? God help us, then.

Five: Just…clear out everyone who was in here.

The bartender rolls his eyes and kicks everyone else out. He locks the door and goes behind the bar again. He starts making drinks.

Everyone finds a spot to sit, either at a table or the bar. Five stands in between the tables and bar, holding up the marigold.

Five: So. What’re we doing about this?

Ben: We’re taking it, obviously. We trained our whole lives for it. To use it to save people. The dude wouldn’t have brought this to us if it wasn’t a big deal.

Jackson: I don’t care what the hell the deal is. It’s not worth everything those powers cost us. I mean…I don’t want to bring up old wounds…but Viktor has destroyed the planet at least 4 times. Maybe more for all we know.

Viktor: Okay, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to.

Jackson: My point still stands, your powers are linked to emotions..so are mine, Mallie’s, Allison’s. Do we want to risk the lives we have now just for some stupid powers?

Allison: Yeah, I..don’t want them. I’ve been trying so hard to live my life without…having everything handed to me. It’s hard but it’s worth it.

Diego: Having my powers back would be…awesome. I could be even better at my job. We could all be better at our jobs…Y’know, we’ve grown..we could find uses for them.

Five: Okay, arguing in circles won’t get us anywhere. We need to vote. Whichever wins…we all do it. So…raise your hand if you don’t want your powers.

Everybody except for Ben, Fei, Mallie, and Five raised their hands. Five nods.

Five: Well then..it’s decided. Ben, I know your reasons..but Fei, you wanna share with the class?

Fei: It’s simple, really. I want to see again. I want my eyes back. And my crows…they were a part of me.

Five: I understand…I’m sorry. Anyone else want to speak up for their reasons?

Emme slowly raises her hand.

Emme: I think…Jackson said it before…but some of you have really good powers that can’t mess anything up…Like, Beatriz can’t feel pain. Diego can aim at whatever. Luther is strong…but some of us want to fucking die. Some of you never got scared as a kid and made shadow monsters…who destroyed everything. You didn’t actually feel like your skin was on fire when you stepped out into the sun…for some of us, powers were a living hell. So…the ones who want their powers back, you’re selfish as fuck.

Mallie: I…change my mind. It doesn’t matter anymore but…I never thought of it from Emme’s side…I feel empty without my connection to the plants…but I can be strong. I can get over it. So..my family doesn’t have to suffer.

Five: Then it’s decided. We’re not going to use the marigold. I’ll send a team out to investigate the town for Cy…that way, his daughter can still be found.

Viktor: What’re you gonna do with the marigold?

Five: I…don’t know. I guess I’ll have to find somewhere to put it.

Ben: What, and pass it down to your grandkids when you die? Come on!

Five: I’ll figure it out. I’ve done worse.

Ben scoffs and looks away.

Jackson gently holds Five’s hand.

Jackson:…would you want your powers back?

Five sits and thinks for a moment.

Five: No. I like the teleporting…being able to leave any conversation I want instantly. I could…hang out with you and the kids more…but the time travel aspect. I feel like it’s done me more harm than good..and I’m really tired, Jack. I’m tired of saving the world just for it to kill itself again. If it’s gonna end…I’ll be happy I got to be with you..and got to see what a..semi-normal life was.

Jack: Aww…that’s really sweet. But really morbid too…

Five: It’s what I do best.

Five sets the container inside of a bag next to him.

Ben looks around. He’s frustrated. He wants his powers back. If he has his powers, he can be a hero again. He won’t have to go back to prison. Suddenly, He gets an idea.

Ben: Hey, big guy.

Ben nudges Luther.

Ben: Why don’t we all get some shots? I’ll buy them.

Luther: Hey, good idea! Like a..celebratory sibling drink!

Ben:…Sure. I’ll go get them.

Ben walks over the edge of the bar, but as he’s walking, he swipes the container of marigold, making sure no one was looking. He asks the bartender for shots. As the tray is served, he pours bits of marigold into all of them. He walks back over to everyone and hands them out.

Emme: Uh…aren’t I too young for this?

Fei: Oh, a shot never killed anyone. You’ll be fine. Besides, you’re 19. Close enough, yeah?

Emme: I guess?

Fei: Don’t worry, I’ve had to bail Jayme out of situations before. I’m a pro.

Emme looks over and Theon, who’s excitedly taking a shot off. He looks over at Emme.

Theon: Oh, uh…yeah, it’s fine. Just don’t tell Oscar, yeah?

Everyone takes a shot off the tray. Klaus looks hesitantly.

Klaus: I…really shouldn’t, I’m…a recovering alcoholic.

Beatriz: You don’t have to. I’ll take it…

Ben: Come on, Klaus. It’s just one. It’s not gonna hurt anything.

Klaus: Well…my AA group says that it usually just starts with one…but one turns to two, two turns three, three turns to six and so on…I can’t relapse…

Allison: Don’t worry, Klaus…me and Bea will make sure you’ll be okay.

Klaus starts to tremble a bit as he stares at the drink.

Everyone else lifts their glass into the air, clinking them together. They take a drink. Emme immediately starts coughing and gagging.

Emme: God, that’s so gross! Who the hell drinks this?

Theon and Fei laugh.

Theon: Yeah, this one ain’t my choice either. Eventually we’ll get you the good stuff.

Emme: No thanks…I’ll pass.

Everyone stands up and walks back to the two cars. Everyone gets dropped off at their home and Viktor and Ben go with Luther.

Viktor: Thanks, Luther…I really appreciate you letting me and Bella stay here for the night.

Luther: Of course! There’s more than enough room. I mean…I’m sure you know.

Viktor smiles.

Viktor: Yeah. I did.

Bella comes down the stairs with Luther’s kids.

Bella: Hey, guys..so, the notes lead to anything interesting?

Viktor: Uh…a little…I mean, this seems to be Five’s thing so…we don’t have to worry about it.

Ben: Until the world blows up again because all of you are a mess.

Luther: Ben!

Mallie bends down and picks up one of the kids. Luther kneels down and hugs the others.

Luther: Hey, kiddos! Sorry we had to leave so abruptly. How was hanging with Auntie Bella?

Boy 1: It was good! Auntie Bella is good at telling stories! Better than you, dad.

Luther: You don’t like my monkey on the moon story?

Boy 2: You keep saying it’s true! Monkeys don’t live on the moon, dad!

Viktor:…Not this monkey…anymore. He had to move back to earth. A…violin blew up the moon.

Ben: Wait, what?

Luther slightly chuckles.

Luther: Well, at least the monkey got to have fun in the 60s.

Ben looks even more confused.

Mallie: Alright, kiddos…I know your aunt let you stay up a little later…but it’s time for bed…

Girl 1: But Mom! We’re not tired!

Luther: Go, go..I’ll make pancakes in the morning to make up for it, Kay?

The kids all said goodnight and ran back upstairs. Luther wraps an arm around Mallie. He smiles.

Luther: It’s been a long day…we should probably get some sleep too…

Ben: Yeah…let’s hope we all wake up feeling better tomorrow.

Ben smirks and walks upstairs. Luther tilts his head and looks at Viktor, who shrugs.

Luther says goodnight to Viktor and Bella. He then takes Mallie up to their room, which happens to be Reginald’s old bedroom.

Luther: Weird day…I can’t believe that guy had our powers. I…didn’t even know it was like…particle stuff.

Mallie: Oh…I had forgotten you died before…everything at the hotel. It was so long ago. I hardly remember much before, anyway…

Luther: I know…

Luther goes over to a dresser and takes out a pair of sweatpants. Mallie takes out a nightgown and they both change over. Luther glances over at her. He smiles and picks her up, gently tossing her onto the bed. He crawls on top of her.

Luther: Hey…

Mallie: Hi there…what’re you doing?

Luther: Just…admiring my beautiful wife.

Mallie smiles and wraps her arms around his neck.

Mallie: I see…well, lay down. You can do more admiring tomorrow.

Luther smiles and lays his head down on her chest. He wraps his arms around her and closes his eyes. They both fell asleep, holding each other.

The camera fades out. It comes back but the room is darker. It floats above Mallie and Luther. They’re still holding each other.

But…their chests are glowing with yellow particles. The Marigold.

[nonsenseandstuff]

I watched season 4 of Umbrella Academy. And I have thoughts. This post is mainly for my own processing of thoughts and feelings.

I know a lot of people were disappointed with this season. I get that, it certainly had it's issues. But, on the whole, I still enjoyed it, and I have mixed feelings about some of the comments I've seen. So, I'm going to break down the comments I've seen and address them, mainly to get these thoughts out of my head, your mileage may vary, and give my opinions on the season as a whole.

Spoilers ahead!

First, personally my main issue with season 4 was the shorter season led to issues with character arcs and development.

Claire for example has no real personality. She has been Alison's driving motivation for the past 3 seasons but we meet her and she is... nice? That's pretty much all I can say about her. The same for Gracie and the twins. They weren't given any development or depth.

The shorter season, along with the time skip, made many of the characters developments feel reversed and their arcs felt flat at times. We don't see Luthor looking for Sloan, we don't see why Ray isn't with Alison, or Sparrow Ben integrating to the umbrella guys, or Klaus's struggles with sobriety etc, etc. Lila felt very stripped back as well.

Jennifer absolutely wasn't given time or development that she really needed.

I thought the overall plot was pretty good, and it kept the same tone and vibes that previous series had. It was fun!

Now, the comments I've seen:

The main thing I've seen people have issues with is Five having a relationship with Lila during their 7 years on the subway. 'He spent 45 years alone in the apocalypse, he wouldn't cheat with his brother's wife!' For me, this is split into 2 parts. First, that Five spent 45 years alone, he can cope with 7 years. Five imprinted on a mannequin and spent 40 years in a loving relationship with her because our boy doesn't do well alone. He loves hard and he depends on people. He does not do well on his own. He cares deeply for his family. It makes sense for his character to fall for Lila when she was the only one there. Secondly, it was his brother's wife. They thought they were stuck, that they wouldn't see Diego again. Having said that, I think it was a shitty decision from a writing Doylist perspective. I don't have a problem with age gaps in fiction, but I get why people are not comfortable with Five-who has literally been in a school uniform for the rest of the series- be with a woman quite a bit older than him. Or vice versa as Five is a lot older in lived experience. Five also seemed quick to give up this season and not as comitted to his family as he had been in the past, which this added to. He didn't seem like himself.

'There are plot holes'. The main so called plot hole that I've seen get discussed is why didn't they need the other 43 powered/marigold effected people to join them to save the world? Those people don't exist in this reset universe. Reginald didn't release the marigold because his wife wasn't dead and he didn't need to save her.

Where is Sloan? - Alison was the one who controlled the reset. Alison, who is manipulative and jealous of Luther having a life outside her (shown more in the comics). She chose not to bring Sloan over.

Why did Luther get his Monkey body back? This is an actual plot hole. The ape body was the result of surgery performed by Reginald on Luther. The marigold didn't cause it.

Where is Ray? Again actual plot hole. I'm guessing this was the actor not being able/willing to come back or a result of the shorter season.

Why was Jennifer in the squid, how did she know the cleanse was happening? Which reality did that happen in? The reset world or the original? It seemed to me that it was in the original, but it is a bit confusing. I think that maybe Ben and Jennifer were conencted interdimensionally, with Ben's ability to summon monsters from another dimension via the portal on his abdomen. Sparrow Ben had been drawing adult Jennifer which could show this sort of connection.

Why did the umbrella academy have to die/turn into flowers? Shouldn't they have still existed just without their abilities? No, they only existed because of the marigold. Their mothers were impregnated by the marigold and the pregnancies last a matter of minutes. They wouldn't have been impregnated without it, and even if their mothers had children, they wouldn't have been the umbrella kids.

No Dance Routine. Yeah, I missed the umbrella siblings having their dance number. But we got Jean and Gene dancing at least.

Wouldn't Umbrella Ben have told Klaus how he died? I don't think Ben knows. He was shot in the back of the head, and we don't see spirit Ben manifest immediately. I think most likely that Ben was summoned back by Klaus, and at that point none of them remembered how Ben died and Ben didn't know. He knew he and Jennifer both died but not how.

Why was Ben on the subway and why wasn't this referred back to? No clue. I'm guessing this was cut due to the shorter season

So yeah, overall, I would say that there were definitely issues. But it's still a fun show, and most of the issues were down to the shorter series and not really having time to explore the characters or plots as deeply as in previous seasons.

[irresistiibles]

was that justin h. min? oh no no, that was just ben hargreeves, a canon character from the umbrella academy. they are thirty years old and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

like two weeks

what is your character’s job

he's working part time at a movie theater but it's not like he's committed to the job, he mostly just wants to be able to see movies for cheap

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

the end of season two after the scene with viktor. i am playing an umbrella academy ben rather than sparrow ben, so he remembers dying as a teenager and then sticking around klaus as a ghost for years

has any magic affected your character

he's alive again so that's something

any other info!

i did not watch season four but i do know how ben actually died and hello??? dude deserved much better

honestly ben is a chill nice dude, but he's also a little weirdo. he's way too used to being a ghost.

it definitely makes unintentionally awkward social situations for him. like ben will just stop and blatantly listen to other people's conversations, and give his input when eavesdropping forgetting that other people can hear him

can absolutely be a sarcastic little shit.

has tentacles he can summon for combat but he's not really fond of them and he definitely has some bad memories associated with them

living with his mom and some of his family as he gets settled

potential plots:

friends of all sorts. please give him some. he needs people to talk to, and go to the movies with, and try restaurants with or just be quiet reading friends with

honestly he should join a book club

casual dates, guys or girls cause idk how to write straight people. he doesn't really have an experience or idea what he's doing in that department but he would like to try lol

a bad influence maybe. listen he's not gonna get too crazy, he's seen klaus do way too much stupid shit to get there, but he's also a little naïve and over eager and could be talked into some dumb shit. i think he should be allowed to get stupid drunk at least once.

any coworkers or frequent movie goers he could know from work

anyone to help him adjust to the world of the living who will be patient with him being a little weirdo

late night friends. i feel like ben is not used to being perceived and sometimes prefers to do things late when there aren't many people, so he can hang out with the insomniacs or people who don't sleep well

an accidental enemy or fight? like i said ben does speak up when he shouldn't and listen in on convos so he could definitely get some bad vibes going by mistake.

some other people with some more destructive powers that he could vibe with.

i'm also just happy to brainstorm he's easy to get along with

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[parkersbliss]

Peach | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x gn!reader

wc; 1.4K

warnings: violence, cursing, evil ben being mean

synopsis: Another attempt to save the world, and another timeline messed up… how do you and Five get out of this one?

a/n: obviously idk if that’s how this scene will play out but it’s my best guess! only a few more days!

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 028: “Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here.” 046: “Tell me you want this too.”

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list

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“Shit,” Five breathed out.

You stood next to him, the same feeling washing over you.

“What is with the cube?” You whispered.

“No fucking clue,” Came Five’s reply.

Klaus rubs his eyes, taking a step forward. “Is that Ben?”

Ben looks Klaus up and down, frowning. “Who the hell are you, losers?”

Klaus slaps a hand over his heart. “Wow, he just got meaner.”

“There wasn’t a mean bone in his body, to begin with,” Viktor interjects.

Ben rolls his eyes at that, turning back to his siblings. They walk down the stairs and you want to barf at the sight of their stupid little uniforms.

“Listen, why don’t we all have a nice level-headed conversation about this, hm?” Luther asks. “Hi, I’m Luther.”

Ben smiles at him. “Hi, I’m I don’t give a shit and get out.”

You try to stifle your laugh at Luther’s failed attempt to converse with these people. Their distaste for you was obvious.

“If we kill you, do we get our Ben back?” Diego inquires.

Five lets out a groan next to you as Ben snaps his eyes towards him. “What the hell did you just say?”

“I feel like now is a good time to run,” Klaus suggests.

“Yup,” Allison agrees.

Five puts a hand to your back, pushing you out of the room. “Run!”

Five’s hand moves from your back to your hand as he jumps you both further down the hallway.

“So he replaced you guys?” You asked, following Five and taking a sharp right turn.

“Guess so. Can’t blame him after what he saw.”

“They’re so much… meaner,” You said as Five turns down another corridor.

It’s here Allison and Luther come running down, meeting you in the middle with one of the Sparrow academy members pursuing them. Suddenly, she cracks her back, and birds start flying towards you.

“Birds?” You shriek, scrambling after Allison and watching Five slam the door in the bird's face.

“Whose superpower are birds?” You pant, gesturing outside the door.

Allison shakes her head. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

At the sound of footsteps down the hall, you take off running again, losing both Allison and Luther. Five stops at a dead-end, cursing before jumping with you to the second floor.

Of course, someone else is already there, and Five slowly turns around to meet them. She has dark hair and green eyes. Honestly, she weirdly resembled Five.

“So, can I ask what your powers are before we engage in an exchange of fists?” You asked.

She just scoffs at you, and you nod your head. “Yeah, okay, at least I was polite.”

Five steps in front of you, concealing you from view as he eyes her up and down.

“What are you, their mascot?” She taunts Five.

He blinks behind her, throwing a punch across her face and smiling when falls to the floor. “More like their ringer.”

She narrows her eyes at Five, and out of nowhere, spits a black venom at him.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, running to his side. “Did you just spit at him?”

She only blows a kiss at you in response. You turn back to Five only to find him in a trance. He stands still, staring into nothing and eyes glossed over.

“What did you do to him?” You hiss.

She just shrugs before spitting at you.

In response, you conjure a shield and easily deflect it. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to floss?”

You dissipate your shield before sweeping your arms and enveloping the whole area in shadows. You can see her clearly. She’s spinning around in circles blindly. You chuckle before approaching her and punching her straight in the nose. She stumbles back, hand reaching out to find you, but you vanish into another part of the darkness. This time, you're behind her, and you kick the back of her legs to make her fold.

Again, she reaches out for you, and you vanish. She shouts in frustration, and you clear the shadows, stopping right in front of her. A blade vaporizes in your hands, and when she sees you, you kick her in the face.

She falls back to the floor, holding her face, blood dripping. You throw the blade right by her neck, letting it barely skim her before it vaporizes into nothing. You conjure two more in your hands and grin down at her.

“Reverse it,” You seethe, gripping your shadow dagger tighter.

But before anything happens, something grabs onto your leg and drags you towards the stairs. Your back crashes against the metal railings looking over the living room, and you groan. The girl spits at you again, but you’re quick enough to vanish and hide in Five’s shadow.

She stomps her foot in annoyance before running down the stairs towards Ben. Once she’s gone, you reappear in front of Five and shake his shoulders.

“Five?” You whisper.

No response. You snap your fingers in front of his face, still calling his name but nothing. He’s shaking in your grasp, eyes screwed shut.

“Five!” You shout.

Still nothing. You begin to panic, seeing he’s in obvious pain. Your eyes fall to the black venom on his forehead, and you frown. With one hand, you push back his hair, and with the other, you hover over the black goo. You use your shadow to fuel little claws that pick up the venom and throw it elsewhere in the room. As soon as it’s removed from Five, he collapses. You try your best to catch him, but you both end up on the ground in a mess.

He’s crying, and you try your best to calm him, feeling your heart break.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, I’m right here,” You whisper against his skin, hugging him close as he clings to your jacket. “It’s not real, whatever she did. It’s gone. You’re okay.”

You glance around, still clinging to the boy, and note that you need to get out of here. In a flash, you use the shadows to teleport right outside the academy.

“Five?” You called softly. “Hey.”

He continues to hiccup, breathes still ragged, and you wonder what happened to him. You’ve never seen Five like this. He was in complete distress, and you weren’t sure how to calm him down. Normally, he’s the one calming you down.

You cup his face in your hands, locking eyes with him. “Five!”

He just shakes his head, and you let out a sigh. She really fucked with his head, and you were so going to enjoy taking her down later.

You press your forehead to his, trying to get him to understand that it’s just you. There was no trick, no illusion.

He sniffles, eyes meeting yours, and his breathing starts to calm a little. Your hand finds his, intertwining them as he continues to calm down.

“It’s okay,” You assure. “It’s just me, Five.”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion. His eyes trace your face before one cups your cheek, eyes flickering towards your lips. “Tell me you want this too.”

You’re confused at the sudden phrase, given the boy was just in tears earlier, but you give in anyway. Your lips meet his halfway, and he tastes like bitter coffee and tears. You don’t mind, of course. In fact, you could get drunk on it. You squeeze his hand before pulling back.

“It’s you,” He breathes out.

“I only said that like five times,” You said with a light laugh. “But you had to kiss me to determine that?”

“Peach,” He replied. “You’re always using the same peach chapstick since we met. It’s such a small detail that can only apply to real life. If you were an illusion… you wouldn’t taste like peach because no one else knows that.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your cheeks burning from what he said.

“And maybe because I wanted to kiss you.”

“There it is,” You tease.

Five rolls his eyes before standing up and taking you with him, given your hands were still intertwined.

“What did she do to you, Five?”

He just clicks his tongue. “Doesn’t matter. What does matter is we might just have to save the world again.”

“Third time is a charm,” You said with a grin. “Now, c’mon, we need a plan to take down that lack of personal hygiene bitch.”

“So that’s what you named her?”

“Wanna hear the others?”

Five smiles, leading you away from the sparrow academy. “List them all, darling.”

— END —

🏷 Five Taglist: @clearbasementvoid

[kiyoomology]

in another life ☆  ben hargreeves

genre: angst, ends on semi-fluff warnings: canon typical death + violence mentions summary: when you and the hargreeves arrive at the sparrow academy, you reunite with the last person you expected to see. notes: i think i am incapable of writing fluff, also part two is here!

you felt a laugh of relief bubble out of your throat, letting klaus and viktor pull you into a hug.

“we did it! we’re home!” you exclaimed, sending a grateful look towards five, who was the sole reason you were able to even return to 2019.

you entered the familiar living room, and your heart dropped into your shoes. why was ben in the painting above the fireplace and not five?

“guys, where’s five’s portrait?” allison questioned, voicing your internal thoughts. grief began to settle in your stomach as you stared at the portrait of your childhood boyfriend.

“dad, who the hell are these assholes?”

you had never spun around so fast in your life.

time seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him. the man who had captured your heart so many years ago, and had taken it when he died.

the siblings, both sparrow and umbrella, were mumbling to each other, but your mouth felt like it had been wired shut. you were a good ten feet away from him, but you could still make out the scars that adorned his face, and your heart ached at the thought of him getting beaten up that many times.

you didn’t know whether to cry or to rejoice that he was right here, in front of you, alive. he wasn’t in ghost form, unable to talk to you unless klaus was around.

“is this some kind of fucking joke?” ben snapped, and you jumped at the absolute rage in his voice. you didn’t even realize that he was talking to you until he stormed over to you, keeping a bit of distance as he towered over you.

“is what a joke?” you asked, finding your voice although you felt like collapsing. ben’s eyes studied you for awhile, and you shrunk under his scrutinizing gaze.

“this isn’t a game. pretending to be her isn’t going to work.” he said, eyes softening for a split second before the anger took over again. you tried to piece together what he was saying, but nothing was making sense anymore.

“there’s no game, ben.” you choked out, somewhat desperately as you watched his features soften.

“how do you know my name?” he asked, and you took a risk, reaching out to gently hold his left cheek in your hand. a small sob left your lips as he reluctantly leaned into your touch, body still slightly stiff.

“i’ve loved you since i was like, ten. i could never forget your name.” 

ben’s facade completely crumbled as soon as he processed your words, and he carefully pulled you into his chest.

you were here, you were alive, you were with him.

you weren’t his version of you, because that version was dead. but you were still you, right?

“i’ve waited for this moment for years.”

“me too.”

[lodeddiperactivate]

Playful Banter | Sparrow!ben hargreeves x Reader

Summary: You’re new in town and you absolutely hate the idea of the crime-fighting group called the Sparrow Academy. That is until you’ve had a near-death experience at a diner, and who’s there to save your ass? Sparrow Ben.

Note: First ever fanfic but this story has been on my mind for days now so I figured I should finally put this into words and share with you guys? This was supposed to be smut but I got carried away with the details. I'll be working on Part 2 for sure.

The diner was pretty quiet for a Friday night. Slightly dimmed neon lights and various odd-looking lamps filled the surrounding areas. As you continued to survey the place, you noticed there were antiques sprawled across the wall. It gave the place a nostalgic, almost retro vibe that made you feel safe. It felt like you were being transported into a time far more simple than where you are now. 

Of course, you couldn't quite complain yourself considering you live in a city where crime is almost non-existent. Almost. There are a few petty thefts here and there, but nothing big since the Sparrow Academy, a group of "super heroes", or so they say, have made it clear that this was their city. You scoffed at the idea of being under total surveillance. You believe that what they do is significant, it's just the fact that the Sparrow Academy remains powerless when it comes to the super rich. And just because they fight crimes does not mean they're above the law. By all means, go bust bad guys and save the world but make sure it's not selective.

You patiently stir your cup of coffee as you wait for your order when you heard the door bell ring signalling that someone had just entered. In fact, even without the bells, you would have known someone had entered because they were being so loud. You were seated at the far-left corner of the diner and it gave you a clear view of who was entering and exiting the diner. It was a group of girls in tight skirts full of glitter giggling at the floating cube while it made some noise you couldn't quite comprehend. You're new to the city and only moved a couple of weeks ago but you already know well that that's Christopher, one of the members of the great Sparrow Academy. They were then followed by another man who you recognized as Number Two, also known as Ben.

You eyed them carefully without drawing too much attention to yourself as they sat on the far-end booth opposite where you are. Not only where they being too loud but they were being messy, and "messy" is an understatement. One of the girls just puked her heart out at a nearby potted plant. You didn't want to judge her, of course, you'd had you fair share of Friday night madness. In fact, you wanted to go and help her because she was just laying there after a couple of minutes. You began to worry. The others don't seem to care. As you were about to stand up, you felt a pair of eyes on you. It was that guy named Ben.

What's his problem? You thought. His brooding face and glaring look was intimidating for sure, but not enough to stop you. You stood up, casually walked to the girl who had just puked her heart out, and asked if she was okay. She was laughing and giggling and was telling you how tonight was so fun and-. Yup, she puked again. She was already hugging the potted plant as she continued to puke to her heart's content. You lightly stroke her back, comforting her, while offering her a piece of gum. By this time, the owner of the diner came towards their booth. Everyone was being too loud but you noticed Ben still watching you closely as if the sight of you disgusted him. Well, you thought, likewise. The owner demanded that the group cleaned up the mess or leave. It was this time that Ben had stood up.

"You're asking us to leave?" He asked in a mocking yet surprised tone. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

You rolled your eyes at the audacity of this man and let out a "Hmpf," a little louder than you wanted it to be. He heard you and turned his attention towards you.

"What did you say?" He asked as he looked down on you. This type of intimidation technique does not work on you, or maybe it does? You thought maybe you're all talk. To distract yourself from this dark thought, you decided to stand up and began to walk towards him, about to give him a piece of your mind, about how this whole charade of super hero bullshit is just a form of a sick fascist dictatorship when suddenly, you hear a really loud crash, then followed by gunshots.

Around four or five really muscular men dressed in black with ski masks, and not to mention guns, barged in the diner and demanded everyone to stay on the ground. Aside from the owner, one server, yourself, the group that just came in, and a couple sitting by the bar area, there were no on else in the diner. You instantly froze.

You have never experienced being in the middle of an actual crime, with guns! You stood there paralyzed, trying to internalize what's happening. Two men had the owner and the server at gun point, and you still couldn't force your legs to drop and cover. Even the girl who was puking had came to her senses and dropped to the ground. Shit, maybe you are all talk, you thought. One of the men noticed you and shouted at you to drop to the floor. You saw him point a gun towards you. Everything was going so fast, it's all a blur. You closed your eyes out of fear. Suddenly, you felt something wrap around your waist, it's warm and slimy? You looked down and saw tentacles wrapping around you, and before you know it, the wind was knocked out of you when the tentacles threw you behind the counter.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ben shouted at you as he crouched behind the counter with you. You were still processing everything that has happened, and everything happening right now. You looked up at him and you were surprised to see genuine concern on his face. You allowed yourself to snap back to reality as you hear the men scream in agony. There were whizzing sounds from Christopher and red light coming out of the peculiar cube, connecting itself to the men. Meanwhile, Ben had unleashed his tentacles, which he had used to guide people to run towards the back of the diner. He grabbed you by the arm and shouted at you to go with the others. You run towards the back as you saw Ben's tentacles grip three men. That was the last thing you saw, and the last thing you heard were their screams.

It wasn't long before the police came to clean up the mess. Ben and Christopher were being photographed and interviewed just at the entrance of the diner, while those who were in the diner, including you, were being examined by medical professionals. Just to make sure no one really got hurt, and no one did, except for minor cuts and bruises.

The woman who was cleaning and covering your cuts had just finished, and was now attending to the couple who seem to be comforting one another. The truth is, you were thankful for them. Them, whom you thought were fascist dictators who wanted control over the town. You keep replaying what had happened in your mind. You remember standing there at gun point like an idiot. The dark thought had surfaced once again, maybe you are all talk but never being able to follow it up with actual actions.

"You're doing that thing again," a voice called out to you and you turn around to see Ben walking towards you.

"What thing?" You asked, genuinely confused.

"That thing where your mind goes someplace else, deep in thought, paralyzed, not moving" He paused as he sat beside you before contuining, "even when there's a gun pointed at you."

You looked up at him. He's smirking but his eyes felt like he was searching for something, waiting for your reply.

"Thank you for saving me," you finally said with a hint of mockery in your voice.

"That didn't feel so genuine," he threw his hands in the air and pouted at you. Why does it feel like he's flirting with you? You thought.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Kneel and beg?" You snapped back at him.

"Now, that's something I'd like to see," he replied although you felt as if it was not his intention for you to hear his response.

"You're very arrogant," you answered frankly.

"Woah, is that how you talk to someone who just saved your ass?" He jokes.

"Whatever. I already thanked you"

"Yeah, but not a genuine thank you" He retorted. Geez, what does this guy want from me? You thought.

It was getting late and the crowd seem to have already dispersed. Everyone was starting to go home so you decided to go as well, slinging your bag across your shoulders, getting ready to hail a cab.

"What's your name?" He called out to you.

"Y/N" You said without looking back. He lightly jogged to catch you before saying "Let me drive you home."

[jweekgoji]

Yandere! Viktor x reader x Yandere! Five

HEEEY! It’s the Hargreaves kids’ birthday today, and you know who else? I have!! hehe i just want to take the opportunity to let everyone know 😎 i was planning to write a whole bunch of posts in honor of this, but due to illness i will write 1 or 2 so…. happy birthday to Sparrow & Umbrella Academy, me and the rest of the lucky ones that wasn’t adopted by Reggie!🎉🎉

Let’s start from the beginning, okay?

Almost all of Viktor’s life is self-loathing and endless attempts to live like a “normal” person, but something goes wrong every time.

Leonard? Dead. Sissy? Dead. Harlan? Dead.

Seriously, this is some kind of cruel joke on this poor man. Didn’t he deserve to finally be able to love and be loved?

And it would seem that nothing could be worse.

But unfortunately it can always be worse.

Viktor meets someone in his life who makes his life happy again, as bright and filled with love as when he was with Sissy.

And it would seem, why is Viktor still unhappy? Why does Viktor feel good and bad when you are near him at the same time?

Why does Viktor feel like he’s a kid and stuck at the Academy with his dad again? Why does he feel like he has to be around Leonard again? And most importantly…why does he feel like he’s stuck in the situation with Sissy and her husband again?

And he hates it. Fucking hate this feeling. This frightens and annoys him, he wants to hide and run away, but at the same time he feels that he will explode.

Don’t get me wrong, Viktor doesn’t hate you, he just feels really bad about having a huge crush on… YOU. No, let me rephrase that, he have a huge crush on a person who already in relationship. In relationship with Five.

Fuck.

Once again, Viktor got stuck. One part of him says it’s okay, Viktor is a grown man, it’s okay when people fall in love and he can get over it.

The second part says that Viktor is disgusting, he shouldn’t feel this towards you. You are already in a relationship and you are happy. You are not Sissy. You don’t need to be saved. And besides that, Viktor shouldn’t take away anyone’s happiness, especially if it’s Five, his brother and the only person in the family who appreciated him.

Therefore, Viktor chooses the only correct path in his opinion. He will try to do everything himself, not talk about it with someone, like Allison or Luther, hell no, if Five finds out, then most likely you will find out! And Viktor doesn’t want that.

But how can Viktor stay so far away from a cutie like you? You are the clear sunshine in his life, his muse and inspiration, the only living person that keeps him going strong.

And Viktor would try to get rid of his feelings for you. But don’t expect him to distance himself or try to find someone else to replace you. In fact, I see this picture in his head, how he convinces himself that he is stronger than this and he will simply get over his crush on you like “that’s wrong, I really shouldn’t fall in love with them” but as soon as he sees you, his mind goes to “never mind. what was I talking about? oh, right, my love for them!”

And I just can’t help but see the picture of how Viktor literally radiates joy next to you.

Viktor can sit on the couch, listen and watch his family talk about something, and Viktor would remain quiet and calm, no one would notice that he was sitting with them all this time… until you just look in to the Hargreaves house and like “hey!” and Viktor would be like “omg! it’s them!!”

Viktor is literally puppy. Hold him closer, love him, hug him, pet him, give him everything and protect him!! how could you possibly say no to him when he have those pretty eyes??

And you know what? He takes advantage of this. Viktor may be one of the kindest people you’ve ever met, but he’s not as innocent as you think.

“Would you like to go shopping with me?” he asks, looking at you with his big puppy eyes.

You turn to him, smiling slightly and he smiles back at you. He always smiles when he’s around you, you think, but wasn’t he always like that?

Viktor always seemed to treat you like you were his family. He could share anything with you and you could share with him. You would understand him and always help, and he, in turn, trusted you with all his heart and you appreciated it, knowing how much it means to him.

“Of course,” you say, and run your hand gently over his shoulder as you walk past him. “Give me a minute.”

And he nods, obediently waiting for you until you return. He could wait for you for hours if that meant you would only spend time with him. With no one else, of course.

Viktor thought about you and about what his life could be, if everything was finally according to his desire. What if he met you before Sissy or Leonard? Could he be as happy now as before? Or would he fail again? Or maybe be happier?

“Where are you two going?”

Viktor flinches and his attention is fixed on Five. He was so lost in own thought that he barely noticed Five enter the room. Not that Five wasn’t a master of sudden appearances…

“Oh, uh, we-” Viktor starts and smiles nervously, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“Just take a walk. Do you want to join us?” you appear behind Viktor.

Your hand gently rests on Viktor’s shoulder, as if trying to calm him down and relax, but despite the calming gesture, Viktor barely noticeably trembles under your touch.

Five narrows his eyes at this and crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes on the two of you and Viktor noticed how much the former peaceful atmosphere had changed.

Viktor’s smile becomes more forced. He wants to keep this picture where everyone is happy and nothing is happening, but for some reason Viktor is sure that Five can see everything, he thought, and as soon as Viktor notices how your hands are still on him, he catches himself and moves away.

You look at Viktor in surprise, not understanding why he reacted like that, but you remain silent and instead glance at Five and then at Viktor.

Five glared at Viktor for a few more seconds before he nodded and gave you a small smile.

“I would love to, dear.”

Viktor sighs.

Things didn’t go as Viktor had planned.

He expected that this would be another reason to be alone, only he and you, but unfortunately, he should have known better, because he didn`t know that the situation would turn into a banal “third wheel”, where Viktor was the third wheel, while you and Five enjoyed each other’s company quite pleasantly.

Of course, you weren’t evil enough to forget about Viktor’s existence while you were with the Five, no. In fact, you paid enough attention to the two guys, the only “but” was that every time you touched Viktor the slightest, whispered something in his ear and laughed quietly, probably saying some stupid joke, Viktor could feel how Five staring at him.

You preferred to be blind, or did you really not notice how tense Viktor was every time with you, especially under the strict supervision of Five. You didn’t quite get it, given how close the two had been since childhood.

But did it ruin your time? No. Viktor and Five? It is hard to say.

You were constantly pulling either Viktor or Five by the sleeve, pointing to different store windows or any object that caught your attention, saying something like “ah, look over there, Viktor!” or “let’s buy this thing Five, please?” to which 7 would nod and laugh softly with you in response, and 5 would grumble at how childishly you would behave.

“Damn, wait for me a bit. I seem to have forgotten something.” you stop abruptly and turn around, quickly apologizing until you leave in a hurry.

Viktor turns around and looks at your figure, mouth open to ask if you need help, but he trails off, deciding to stay in awkward company with his brother.

In the past, the two got along very well, enjoying the peaceful silence and Viktor would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it.

“I see how you look at them.” Five starts.

“Huh?” Viktor’s eyes widen at his words, after which he visibly stiffens. “What are you talking about, Five?”

Five tilts his head slightly, smiling, his back pressed against the wall.

Viktor awkwardly rubbed his palms and looked away, as if a boy who was being scolded by his father, and he blushed, going through the possible options for words.

“Listen, Five, they are very nice and sweet, but we are just friends and…” Viktor defends himself.

“Please, don’t lie to me,” Five speaks calmly and patiently. “Tell me the truth. We are family after all.”

Viktor sighs and looks around to make sure you’re nowhere near, after which he leans against the wall next to Five, rubbing his temples.

“And what if you right? Yes, I, uh…I kinda like them and I know that they already in relationship with you,” Viktor is actively gesticulating, looking down, nervous. “Don’t think I’m trying to steal them from you, god no, I mean, you’re probably mad at me but I would never do this to you Five.”

Five patiently listens to him and replies after a moment. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Wait, your not?” he blinks few times as he looks at Five.

Five nods and Viktor smiles at the gesture, visibly relaxing.

“You are still young and young man like you tend to be like that.” Five pats Viktor on the shoulder and he looks away, smiling slightly. “But next time, think twice before taking my partner on a date behind my back.”

Viktor nods weakly, choosing to remain silent instead.

Five notices your figure in the distance and he waves lightly at you to get your attention. You smile brightly at the two men and quickly run up to them, out of breath.

“Sorry, I’m a little late. Are you two all right?” you said, worried.

“Of course, everything is just wonderful.”

[kizzer]

You're Fucking Pathetic | The Umbrella Academy x Reader FF

A/N: I know this is not a Spellotape part 3 but I just got done watching season 3 of the umbrella academy and i am FUMING.

warnings: MAJOR TUA SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3, cursing, manipulation, incest

part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

 You had just returned from your life in the 60’s. It's been about a week and between Kugelblitz and Allison going rogue over the loss of her husband and child, you can’t handle anymore stress. Luther has been missing for days and so has Klaus. Diego has a kid and his “girlfriend” Lila is back as well. Everything was moving so fast. Too fast. You walked up to the Sparrow academy doors and knocked. Luther has been missing for a few days and because everyone is neck deep in their own shit they haven’t even gone to look. As soon as you are about to knock again the doors open up to reveal: Luther…in a Sparrow Academy uniform?

“Luther? What the hell are you wearing?” you asked.

Before he could answer “Ben” walked up to the door. “I mean, was he ever an umbrella?” he says, putting his hand on Luther’s shoulder. 

“Is that how you feel, Luther? Huh?” you say before you hear a car pull up. You turn around to find Allison getting out of the passenger seat and walking to the trunk. “Allison?” you say but she ignores you and lifts the trunk up to reveal Harlan’s pale, dead body all curled up. Allison killed him. Your heart broke for Viktor and for Harlan. That was his son and you couldn’t imagine how he would feel when he found out. “You killed Harlan?! Allison answer me!” She doesn’t answer and instead walks in with the rest of the Sparrow Academy. You follow Luther to go find Allison and when you guys do you both start questioning her.

“Did you tell him?” Luther asks.

“Who, Viktor? Not yet.” Allison says.

“Man, He is not gonna take this well.” you say sighing heavily

“I did what had to be done.”

“I'm just saying. Should’ve been a family decision.”

“And which family is that, Brutus?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Nice uniform by the way. You look like an unpopped zit.” Allison says blowing cigarette smoke in your face. 

“Should we find you someone to talk to?”

“I'm fine. You’re the one having the identity crisis.”

“Oh, really? is “fine” what you call what you did to me at the hotel?”

“Whoa. What happened at the hotel?” You ask looking in between the two. “Someone answer me now!” You scream. Before anyone could answer Sloane comes in telling you all that Ben has called a family meeting.

“Both families. Do you think you could get your people to work together?” She asks.

Luther laughs, “Oh, you were serious.”

“I'm in.” Allison says as she shoves past you to the door.

“Y/n?”

“Not a chance. Not until everyone gets here.” You say walking into the living room. 

Everyone arrives at the Sparrow mansion. Except for Viktor. 

“Where is Viktor, Allison? Wasn’t he supposed to be with you?” you ask her.

“I left him at the diner.” She says before taking a puff of her cigarette.

“Un-fucking-believable. You are an honest to God asshole.” you say before Ben and Fei walk in.

“Welcome. Please make yourselves at home.” Fei says as she and Ben enter the room.

“Bitch this is our home.” Allison retorts. 

“Excuse me?” Fei says.

“Nothing. She didn’t mean it.” You say trying to stop an argument. 

“Where the hell is Klaus?” Diego asks.

“I don't know and to be honest I care just enough to worry but not enough to look.” You say, sighing deeply before closing your eyes.

“With our luck, probably Kugelblitze by now.” Five says which make you laugh a little.

“You’re a dark little dude sometimes.” Diego says.

“We don’t have time for idle chit chat. Everyone, sit down.” Ben says. 

It was so annoying and awkward to be there. You hated it. This was giving you flashbacks of your feelings towards everyone when you guys were younger. Them locking Viktor away in that basement. The first world apocalypse that you sometimes hate Viktor for but Blame Luther for. You can’t stand the Sparrows either. They are cocky and arrogant. They have no family unity. No love and only empty loyalty. Ben is an asshole and seeing his face makes you miss your Ben. it makes your heart ache and you can barely look him in his eyes half the time. He thinks you like him because of that. 

Ew..

“I feel like I'm sweating. Am I sweating?” Luther whispers to you and you reassure him that he is fine before he takes a seat by Sloane.

Ben starts the meeting. “Look, I know there’s been bad blood between us. Whatever. Bygones, right?” 

You scoff, “Whatever? Yall almost killed us. So no. Not whatever.” 

“Y/n. Shut your mouth.” Allison says.

You glare at her, “I am not talking to you Allison. So shut the fuck up.” 

Diego raises his hand and Ben asks him what he wants. 

“If I kill you, will we get our Ben back? Hypothetically.” he says with a smile.

it made you and Fei laugh. Ben? Not so much lmao.

“Keep talking, and your hand won’t be the only thing bleeding.”

“Okay, if the testosterone twins are done, i’d like to get back to a plan.” you and five say at the same time. 

“Where is he?” Viktor says walking into the middle of the room. You felt so bad you couldn’t even look at him.

“Viktor…” You say, soft and low.

“What did you do to Harlan?” He says turning to Ben. 

“They didn’t do anything. I did. I killed Harlan.” Allison says. 

“What? i..i don’t understand.” Viktor says, voice shaking. “Why?”

“Because he didn’t deserve to live.” Allison said. 

“What? Because they said so? You don’t have to listen to them.” 

“20 bucks on the little one.” Ben whispers to you and Five.

“Shut up ya bone head.” You say but Five takes him up on his offer.

“They don’t get to tell us what to do.” Viktor continues. “You coulda talked to me. We could’ve figured out something else.”

“So, what, you could lie to us again and take his side?” 

 “That’s not what happened.” 

“Oh, no, that’s exactly what happened.” Allison says.

“I know Harlan killed all of our mothers.” Allison continues.

“What?” 

“Whoa.” 

“Who told you that?”

“Harlan. After you lied about it to my face.” 

“Is that true, Viktor?” Diego asked, “Harlan started all this?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t mean to hurt anyone. He--”

“How do you know?” Five asked.

“Because he knew him. He was a harmless kid who was abused by his father. He wasn’t like us until Viktor saved his life at the lake. You guys know this. That was Viktors kid at some point.” You speak up, looking between Allison and Five. 

“I screwed him up. And if you need anyone to blame I'm right here.” Viktor says, looking at Allison.

“What makes you think I don't?” 

“This wasn’t about saving the world…” Viktor starts.

“This was about you hurting Viktor?” You say looking at Allison.

“Payback for--” Viktor starts.

“For what? Go on. Say her name.” Allison says, standing up and getting all in Viktors face. You sit closer to the edge of your seat just in case you need to whoop Allison's ass. 

“Did killing Harlan bring Claire back?”

“Did protecting him bring Sissy back?”

“It was just as personal for you.”

“I didn't kill anyone!” Viktor yelled.

“But you risked everyone! Do you know what that felt like? Watching you fight harder to protect the man who helped destroy my daughter than you ever did to bring her back?” 

“I don't know how to bring Claire back. Okay? No one does. But I was there for you. I tried.” Viktor said.

“To do what?” Allison said, “Help me grieve? God, this whole family is so quick to tell me to suck up my pain and so worried about fixing yours!” 

“Allison, choose your next words carefully.” You say, feeling your anger rising. 

“Somebody had to pay because you never seem to.”

“Destroy the world, kill pogo, almost kill me,and for what? So we can all run around and clean up your mess?” Allison says, “I'm sick of it.”

“Take it easy Allison.” Five says.

“Okay, i--”

“Shut your mouth!” Allison yells, rumouring Viktors mouth closed. 

Viktor starts to struggle for breath and you start to stand but five holds your hand tightly. Tears start to swell in your eyes because only you know how Victor feels about the past. How even after all these years he still blames himself for everything and how deeply he hates himself. 

“Every time I build a new life for myself, You end the world and take it from me!” Allison yells in Viktors face. 

“All right, that’s it. Knock off the power shit, Allison.” Allison lets Viktor go and you rush to his side, patting his back and glaring at Allison. 

“We should’ve left you in the basement.” Allison whispers to Viktor but you heard her and you turned around and slapped her. Hard.

“Viktor, go find a place to lay down. I'll be behind you soon.” You tell Viktor, giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Y/n….don’t. it’s fine--”

“Go.” You tell him. It's been awhile since you have been feeling this way and it’s about time you get it off your chest. He looks at you a little longer before walking away. 

“Are you alright?” Five asks Allison.

“Is she alright? Are you seriously asking HER right now?” you scream.

“Y/n..i was just asking.” Five starts.

“You know” You chuckle, “i don’t give a shit! Okay, Allison? Claire isn’t here! She was never going to be here! You wanna know why? Because this isn’t our home!”

“Harlan didn’t help destroy Claire. She never should’ve existed anyway. You never should have had your life anyway.” You got closer to her face. 

“All your life you manipulated your way to happiness. Rumoring your sister so she forgot she was one of us, rumoring the press so you could feel better about yourself,rumoring your husband into loving you, rumoring Claire.” Next thing everyone knew she pushed you and you powered up your electricity. The sky turned dark and the ground started shaking. Everyone was screaming at you to calm down but you drowned them out. Your adrenaline was running high and Allison's face was pissing you off.

“Y/n calm down!” Luther screams at you.

“You are pathetic! You put everything on Viktor but if we hadn’t locked him up for most of his fucking life not once but TWICE, then maybe he wouldn’t have fucking exploded!” You scream tears flowing down your face.

“You have no right to blame anything on Viktor. You lost your family the moment you used your power to get everything in your worthless life.” You took a deep breath and looked at her in her eyes, “You rumored him to forget his identity every day of his life…Even when he wanted space you tried to rumor him into going home with you when he obviously didn’t want to. So what, he sliced your throat? You let your lover sibling Luther lock him in that hell hole.” You scoff and walk away.

“Honestly Allison. Grieve your husband and daughter in your own way but leave Viktor the fuck alone before I seriously fuck you up. You are embarrassing yourself.