#ch: ben hargreeves

[auxiliarydetective]

AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 10: Tongue-Tied

AP-01 Masterlist

This fic is part of the Academy Projects series, a full rewrite of The Umbrella Academy with the addition of an original character, Kassandra Hargreeves. Throughout the story, you'll stumble across a few songs. This is supposed to make the fic feel as much like the show as possible, so I recommend you don't skip them.

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, child abuse, detailed descriptions of injury (?)

Grace’s soft hum danced over the air as Kassandra snuck down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. For as neat as her uniform shoes were, it took some skill to make them stay quiet. Finally, she reached the basement kitchen and leaned against the broken wall serving as an entrance, just watching. Grace was standing at one of the counters, carefully measuring ingredients for another one of her creations. But she was still attentive as always, it seemed, as she stopped humming and turned around, her eyes widened in surprise.

“Kassandra?” she gasped. “Shouldn’t you be studying?”

“I finished early,” Kassandra declared. “What are you making?”

“I’m making brownies. I figured you could all use a little snack after all the hard work you’ve been doing.”

Kassandra just stared and blinked for a moment, then came a little closer to the counter, looking at all of the ingredients. So, all of these mixed together were supposed to make soft, chocolaty brownies? Most of these weren’t even brown! Did they really mix that well?

“Can I help?” she finally asked. “I want to learn.”

“Your father wouldn’t be happy,” Grace replied, “about you wasting the time you should be spending on studying for missions on something you don’t have to worry about.”

This caused little Kassandra to pout. “I’m already useless for missions anyway,” she nearly shouted. “And Dad always says debriefing after a mission is just as important as planning beforehand and you give us treats after a job well done, so we should have treats after a mission, and I want to at least make those. Also, they make everyone happy,” she added quietly, “and I want people to be happy.”

“Kassandra…” Grace sighed, and ran a finger along her daughter’s face, lifting her chin. “You aren’t useless. Handicap or not, you’re still a valuable asset to the team. Your brothers and sister will be relying on your valuable insights during missions to keep them out of danger. They trust you more than anyone else.”

“But I can’t make them happy! Dad still locks Klaus in the mausoleum and Ben—”

She was interrupted by her lips snapping shut and her words getting stuck in her throat like pointy rocks, the force of her voice bumping into the blockade and recoiling into her lungs, making her let out a pained squeak.

“Shhh, shhh, don’t speak now,” Grace shushed her, gently placing a finger over Kassandra’s mouth. “It’s alright. Your siblings—”

“What’s going on here?!” Sir Reginald’s voice echoed against the high ceiling. “Number Eight? What are you doing here? You should be studying.”

“I finished early,” Kassandra replied weakly.

“Nonsense. There’s no such thing as finishing early. So you’ve finished the plans of the city hall? Continue with Icarus Theater. Back to your desk you go.”

“Yes, Dad,” Kassandra muttered, and her mother and father watched as she pattered back up the stairs.

Little did they know that, invisible to them, an adult Kassandra was sitting on the kitchen table, taking a trip down memory lane. In a blueish purple haze, Sir Reginald disappeared and the scene changed. Grace was in a new outfit, the ingredients on the counter had changed, the shelves were differently stocked…

Into the kitchen came a slightly older but still little Kassandra with a bandaged forearm, the lights seeming to dim when she walked in.

“Kassandra!” Grace gasped. “You really should be resting. You gave me quite a scare, fainting like that, and then your fever… I’m still not convinced you haven’t caught an infection.”

“The bearded man said the tattoo’s not infected and the doctor said I’m fine,” Kassandra said. Then, her eyes and tone turned pleading. “Please, just let me help. I need to help.”

Grace sighed. “Alright. But wash your hands first. I’ll get you an apron.”

Kassandra nodded, a little shakily, and her older self watched as she pulled a stepping stool over to the sink despite not really needing it. She watched as this little girl held her hands under the water and grew to hate them, fear them, see them as her greatest weakness.

“Mom,” the little girl said when her mother came back, “I’ve finally decided what I want for my birthday. Is it too late?”

“It is a bit last minute,” Grace replied, carefully tying the apron behind her daughter’s back. “But it’s not too late.”

“... I’d like a pair of gloves.”

Kassandra shook her head and let the memories fade, instead turning her attention towards the clock on the wall. It had been ages. Where on earth was Grace? Kassandra herself hadn’t been late; she had been in the kitchen on time for their baking session, but Grace herself still hadn’t shown up. Could she have just forgotten? If so, then… Come to think of it, she had also forgotten that Sir Reginald had died, so… something was clearly wrong. And her odd behaviour these last few days…

Maybe, Kassandra told herself, she just has to recharge, immediately recognizing those words as Diego’s excuse at the funeral.

Still, it was maybe the best option. So, Kassandra took her apron off and hung it on one of the hooks, then snuck herself some food and headed back up the stairs. She made her way up the grand staircase, glancing over at Grace’s gallery. Really, there she was, sitting on her sofa and doing a cross-stitch. That meant it had to have been a kink in the recharge cycle, right?

With that worry out of her mind, Kassandra retreated to her room, finding herself oddly exhausted. She hadn’t been doing that much over these past few days. There was no reason for her to be this exhausted, she told herself. Nonetheless, exhausted she was, and so she dug out her headphones and put on some music, then lied down on her bed. She let herself sink into the sounds drifting out of the speakers, letting them drown out everything else. Unfortunately, that meant she sensed the danger far too late.

When she noticed herself getting sleepy, she turned off her music and ran her fingers through her hair. But as she stretched out her mental antennae to find out if the bathroom was free, she not only found Klaus having the time of his life bathing – with the door open, again – but also an unknown presence. Two, in fact. In Luther’s room. A shiver went down Kassandra’s spine at their intentions, at the guns she realized they held, and a panicked, electric crackle travelled through her veins, mixing with the heavy sludge of guilt. She looked around her room in search of something to fight back with but found nothing. So, what now? Her heart racing in her chest, she slipped into her heels, then tiptoed towards the door, hoping she could at least attempt to warn Klaus. All that practice of sneaking around the house had to amount to something, right?

So, she opened the door as quietly as possible and slid out of her room, balancing her weight on the tip of her toes so her heels wouldn’t hit the ground. But her efforts were made futile by Diego stomping down the hallway in his combat boots, and she didn’t know whether to be angry, terrified, or happy to see him.

“Kass!” he called. “Is Five back yet?”

A jerk went through Kassandra’s body and she choked, looking at him with pleading, milky-white eyes.

“Ah, shit,” Diego growled, pulling out one of his knives, “I know that face. Where?”

Stiffly, Kassandra turned around and pointed to Luther’s room, staring into the faces of  two creepy carnival masks. A blue bear and a pink dog. Only a blink of an eye later, they opened fire, and everything happened too fast.

Diego pulled Kassandra down by the shoulder and started sprinting down the hallway, but she pushed him away, a bullet grazing her arm. They couldn’t get him. They couldn’t get them both. So, Kassandra ran for the stairs, that little servant’s pathway behind the way to the attic, her saving grace. Hidden behind a corner, she watched the bullets go past, Diego’s knives weaving in-between but ending in a metallic clang. There was silence for a moment. Diego must have hidden away and the intruders advanced, Kassandra thought, her blood rushing in her ears. The blue bear went past her to look for Diego, but the pink dog had to be around the corner, cold-blooded murder on their mind.

Just as Kassandra sensed the dog growing near, she bolted down the stairs, hoping the intruder would follow. Bullets spewed past her head as she tried to get a read on her opponent’s mind. But this took all of her attention. She stumbled, missed the edge of the next step, and tripped with a yelp. With a loud thud, her shoulder slammed into the stairs and she tumbled down. Down, down, down, trying not to let her head crash into the steps.

Finally, she landed on solid ground on the floor below, paralyzed by fear and pain. Her head was spinning, her muscles ached, and she hoped and prayed she hadn’t broken a bone. For a few seconds that might have been minutes, she lay there in silence, listening to steps thundering down from the attic and gunshots echoing in the lobby. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes but she swallowed them down and picked herself up. Her right ankle was throbbing, the ankle strap on her shoe digging into her flesh. Quickly and quietly, she unbuckled the straps of her heels, gritting her teeth to ignore the pain. She had had worse. She had gotten stabbed before and lived, this was nothing. It was all nothing. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that her siblings were a couple rooms over and that they needed her help. So, Kassandra took off her shoes and placed them at the bottom of the stairs, then she pressed on through the servant’s pathway, leaning against the wall for support, keeping her thoughts hidden. Feelings, intentions, voices and sounds rained down upon her but she went on, focused on a single pattern of waves: Vanya. Vanya had stumbled her way into this mess and Kassandra saw it as her duty to get her out of it.

A familiar blur in her vision, she finally reached the exit towards the drawing room and gathered herself one more time. She closed her eyes and listened, letting the various waves and signals flow through her.

“Hey, asshole,” she heard Luther call, and she felt the blue bear turn around.

That was her chance. Kassandra pushed open the door to the drawing room, appearing from behind a bookcase near their father’s painting.

“Vanya!” she hissed, spotting her sister lying on the coffee table.

No answer.

Vanya! She called again, this time through her mind, and Vanya listened.

Lifting her head, she saw Kassandra behind the bookcase, but had her troubles getting up. Head wound. Drowsy. Maybe a concussion. Whoever that blue bear was, he was strong. Pressing her teeth together, Kassandra made a push from out behind the bookcase, across the room.

“Kass,” Vanya gasped, “what happened?”

“Fell down the stairs, nothing major,” Kassandra uttered. “Come on.”

She pulled Vanya up from the table and hooked her arm around her sister’s waist, Vanya mirroring her. Kassandra dragged her back to the servants’ pathway, the crashing and grunting of Luther and the bear cracking each other’s skulls flowing over from the entrance hall.

“Go in, go,” Kassandra whispered, giving her a push.

But Vanya didn’t let her go. “Wh- what about you?” she stammered.

“I need to go help Klaus, he doesn’t know what’s going on.”

“But you came from here, can’t you go back through here?”

“It’s bad enough if they get one of us, they shouldn’t get us both. Luther is keeping that freak busy, so I’ll just sprint on past.”

“You just fell down the stairs, I don’t think you can sprint.”

“Vanya—”

“And I don’t know where I’m going, I’ve never been in here.”

Kassandra let out an exasperated sigh, then begrudgingly slid back into the pathway with Vanya. The bookcase clicked shut and the sounds of battle faded, though there were still gunshots somewhere in the house.

“Come on,” Kassandra murmured, then headed for a nearby narrow staircase.

She snuck down the stairs, the wooden floor both cold and warm beneath her feet, Vanya right behind her. At the bottom, she paused again.

“There, at the end of the hallway, that’s the entrance to the boiler room. Hide in there, you’ll be safe. I’m going back up.”

“What if I went and got Klaus and you rested here?” Vanya cut in.

“Are you saying that you can sense where the enemies are?” Kassandra replied.

To that, Vanya stayed silent, and Kassandra hurried up the stairs, a piercing pain shooting up her leg with every step. Still, she sped up, up the basement stairs, through the labyrinth within the walls, then up to the kids’ rooms. By now, she was dizzy and nauseous, just trying to stay upright. But she swallowed it down and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear her mind. Still, there was nothing but white noise and an uneasy feeling in her bones.

She opened the pathway and closed it behind her, then rushed into Klaus’s room, throwing the door open. Klaus yelped in surprise, standing there in just a towel and his headphones, having been happily dancing.

“Kass!” he squealed. “Couldn’t you knock?!”

“No time, there’s—”

The words got struck in her throat and she coughed, spitting out little droplets of blood.

“Hey now, you know you shouldn’t do that,” Klaus blurted out, patting her arm in an attempt to comfort her. “Let me just get dressed, okay? What’s the plan?”

“We need to—”

Thud.

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[andtheny]

hi, were you andtheny on ao3? i hope im not bothering you, and i'm sorry if i am. I just wanted to let you know that i really really liked your tua series and I'm sorry that its gone. I obviously can't understand why you deleted it since I don't know, but i dont begrudge whatever your reasons were, i just wanted to let you know that I miss it dearly and i think about it often. I really hope that this is a nice thing to hear and not a reminder of a bad memory; if its the second thing I'm really sorry about that. It sounded like you were having a rough time and i really hope things are going better now. But yeah. your tua series was one of my favorites, and I loved your takes on all the interpersonal relationships between the hargreeves, and the way you brought back ben and baby five, and i honestly think that the way you solved undoing the timeline fuckups of season 2 was masterful and i think about it all the time. I hope youre doing well, and if you're not, that things get better. Once again, I apologize if I'm bringing up stuff you'd rather forget about. Uh. and if you *weren't* andtheny on ao3.. sorry hahaha

Thank you, this message put a huge smile on my face. ^.^ And most of the story is still up on fanfiction.net if you want to re-read it:

It's true that I was having a rough time while writing the story. It was a mental health crisis and I was ultimately diagnosed as bipolar.

After getting the diagnosis and beginning therapy and all that, I just felt a bit embarrassed? Especially since those last couple of installments in the series seemed to have kind of gotten off the rails and the writing quality wasn't where I wanted it to be.

I had this idea that I would take it down and re-write the whole story and make it better. Make it all make sense and give the Hargreeves siblings that perfect bittersweet but wholesome ending that I felt they deserved?

I worked at it for a while, but ended up deleting all my attempts in frustration. I still think about the story too though and I've re-read it a few times. I want to think it's still possible that I'll return to those characters some day, in a new fic if not a re-write.

I think it's been two years since I've written more than a plotline draft. My new years resolution was to get back to it, because writing has been my favorite hobby since I was 15 (I'm 27) and I just can't imagine it not being a significant part of my life? I needed the break, but I really want to go back. Most likely not in the TUA Fandom for a while, but I do have a fic in the works that I hope to start posting in a month or two.

Thank you again for the message! It's really galvanized me to commit to my new years resolution.

[firstpersonnarrator]

All gifs by @salvador-daley

I finally have enough content to warrant a masterlist. I feel real now.

Ded & Gonne: @ded-and-gonne A tua fanfic starring Klaus Hargreeves, the Bens, and a building. Looking for gen fic? Dead & Gonne is the one for you. Latest Post: Chapter 5: A mazement

Simon x Billy: @simon-x-billy We’re going to Italy, which is a sexy country. Stars 2 boys you don’t need to recognize to love. lgbtqia+ m|m Looking for NSFW? Simon x Billy is for you. Currently participating in @yearoftheotpevent . Latest Post: Ch. 12: Attack of the tiny flying human (New!)

Ded & Gonne

All Ded & Gonne works are genfic without exception.

TWs: Klaus only dies if he really needs to. I have no plans to kill Bens.

Chapter 1: Mean Ben

Chapter 2: Got Ghosts?

Chapter 3: Klaus and Benny sittin in a tree, but strictly fraternaturally

Chapter 4: You, Klaus. You saved the world.

Chapter 5: The Eventuality of Evil loop

Chapter 6: The Evil Lair

Ded & Gonne was originally born for tua Masked Author 2022.

Devil’s Night

Don’t feel like catching up on D&G from the beginning? This is a great place to dive in.

Halloween miniseries with major plot developments for D&G

Chapter 7: Devil’s Night Part 1: Afraid of the Dark

Chapter 8: Devil’s Night Part 2: The descent

Chapter 9: Devil’s Night Part 3: The sub-sub-basement

Chapter 10: Devil’s Night Part 4: Somebody’s in the garden

Chapter 11: Devil’s Night Part 5: A mazement

Chapter 12: Devil’s Night Part 6: WIP!

The Devil’s Night miniseries was originally born for Sheehalloween 2022

header by @circumstellars

Simon x Billy

Simon x Billy is NSFW beginning at Chapter 8.

Brokenhearted boy from Brooklyn on depressing vacation to Italian Riviera meets Irish lad with secret past. TW: m|m first-time.

Purple Demon smut ranking, because they’re horny little devils.

Chapter 1: Where’s Giuseppe WTF?

Chapter 2: The European Plug Situation

Chapter 3: My red stripe of pain

Chapter 4: You’re too pretty, go’way

Chapter 5: Are you alive?

Chapter 6: You look good. What happened?

Chapter 7: Where’s the helipad

Chapter 7.5: She’s formidable

Chapter 8: This is the beginning 😈 very, very tame

Chapter 9: So that happened 😈 very, very tame

Chapter 10: Let the slings and arrows commence

Chapter 11: Whatever you say, Ma

Chapter 12: Attack of the tiny flying human 😈 half a demon

Chapter 13: wip!

Begun for Sheehanksgiving 2021 || Chapter 12 begins submissions for the Year of OTP 2023 event

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[bibaybe]

USERBLORBO’S BLORBOS OF 2022

[nellcrain]

Ben Hargreeves in S2 of The Umbrella Academy ☂ 2.01 Right Back Where We Started

[ginger-grimm]

✌🏽joy and siblings?

Joy and Luther:

Joy and Diego:

Joy and Allison:

Joy and Klaus:

Joy and Five:

Joy and Ben:

Joy and Vanya:

Joy and Jinx:

Joy and Jill:

[tuadallas]

idk why but ben's nickname is so funny. imagine you're ben. your power is literally shooting tentacles out of your body. you think "ok. my name will probably involve something to do with that." you're wrong. instead, your brother is named the kraken, even though all he does is breathe underwater and throw knives. you're named the horror. THE HORROR. ben i'm so sorry

[gwenpendragns]

MAKE ME CHOOSE

↳@glossyy-julyy​ asked: even or odd Hargreeves siblings

[nixiesrec]

i can’t believe how underrated this is, it is so good!! one of the best depictions i’ve seen about sparrow ben ngl and i love how you incorporate the angst. the conflict in feelings! the questioning what could have been!! the ending was just *chef’s kiss* you really do know how to make a reader wanting for more don’t you? gosh this is really making me miss the show, this just multiplied my excitement for the next season a hundred times more kndshjwnd

Hey! 🥰✨ Here I am with the detailed request.

I was imagining a scenario where (as usually) sparrow Ben is pretty mean with everyone from the umbrella team, including the reader. He believes he dislikes her like he dislikes the others, until they get into a dangerous situation where he doesn't hesitate saving the reader. Afterwards he's pretty confused about this, and later the reader would thank him. I think I'll leave it up to you after this.

Thank you so much again🥰 Have a nice day!

a/n: omg hi love, many apologies for the wait but hopefully you enjoy it!

warnings: language, slight angst, fluff if you squint, a little over 1k in length

summary: all it takes is one near death experience for Ben to see you in a new light

None of this made any sense — not that anything ever really did, but this was different. Years of training, a life centered around building strength and endurance, everything he could have ever needed to defend himself against any threat was at his disposal, and yet in spite of it all Ben still found himself here with you.

He didn’t know your story and he didn’t care; you had arrived with the group of strangers claiming to be his family, and when Reginald had declared you to be the enemy Ben didn’t hesitate to give you the cold shoulder. You weren’t his friend, and nothing you said or did would convince him otherwise. So what if you claimed to be a long lost love from another life? He felt nothing for you, and that wasn’t going to change.

You were persistent though, he had to give you that. Following his trail like a lost puppy you tried every angle you could to worm your way into the black hole in his chest that he called a heart, but nothing seemed to work. Couldn’t you see he wanted nothing to do with your little mind games? How did he know your little stories were reliable anyway? It didn’t matter to him that he had once loved you in another timeline and was still capable of doing so if he just gave you a chance, you weren’t a Sparrow, so you weren’t his to worry about. Ben Hargreeves didn’t do love, he’d never believed in it and never would, and you were crazy if you thought you could change that.

Still, he couldn’t escape you no matter how hard he tried, and so he found himself begrudgingly letting you tag along on his walk through the city. Allowing you to cling to his side was easier than trying to brush you off, but that didn’t mean he wanted you around. Sure, you were the first person in ages to see past his hard exterior, and maybe you did care about his thoughts and his feelings instead of his pretty boy status, and it was possible that he enjoyed the smell of your hair and the twinkle in your eye that appeared every time you recounted an old memory with the “other” Ben, but that didn’t mean he liked you any better than he liked the other Umbrellas. You were the enemy here, and Ben made sure to remind himself of it constantly.

“Could you please just stop and look at me?” You plead with him for what must be the hundredth time since your arrival. Your fingers grip tightly at the sleeve of his jacket and your eyes hold a sense of desperation, and though he masks it as annoyance the Sparrow can’t ignore the pang of guilt that settles in his stomach at the sight of your helplessness.

“What do you want from me? I’ve already told you, I’m not your little boyfriend,” he scowls whilst prying your fingers off of him. “Don’t think that just because I let you follow me around we’re suddenly friends.”

“I just want you to listen to me. I know you’re not my Ben, but you’re the only person that can help me get him back,” you try to explain to no avail.

“Your Ben was weak, and so is the rest of your team. You want to get home? Figure it out yourselves.”

“Fine,” you say hoarsely, frustration present in your tone, “but can you just tell me one thing?”

“What now?” Ben retorts in annoyance.

“Can you honestly say that you feel nothing when you look at me?” You utter crestfallen, hanging onto your last shred of hope.

His features soften before he can stop them as he looks upon your broken figure. Maybe it’s cruel of him to think so, but the dewy eyed look you wear as you try your best to keep your tears at bay is breathtaking. His fingertips itch uncomfortably as he holds back from reaching out to you. What does he feel when he looks at you? Is it truly hatred, or is it resentment of what you represent? The life he could have lived, what could have been if things had been different, if someone had been around to love him like you had — he’d done everything he could here to be number one only to fall short every single time, and yet the version of him that had been too meek and too ashamed of his powers had come on top by scoring you.

He opens his mouth to speak, to spew whatever words come to mind first, but then his eyes spot the dark figure amongst the crowd and suddenly there’s no time for words as Ben pulls you into his chest and yanks you onto the ground before rolling you both out of the way of the onslaught of bullets that rain down where you had been standing just mere seconds ago. Nearby pedestrians scramble to safety, and Ben uses the frenzied stampede as cover to pick you up off the ground and sprint out of the way.

“What the hell was that?!” You sputter frantically, clinging onto Ben and looking over his shoulder in search of the assailant. Whoever it was, they’re nowhere in sight, but you know they must be close by.

“How the hell should I know?!” Ben shouts back, clutching your body tightly to his chest as he ducks behind a nearby car. Using one hand, Ben yanks the door open and tosses you into the passenger’s seat before sliding across to reach the driver’s side.

“Ben, this isn’t our car!”

“That’s the least of our problems right now,” Ben retorts exasperated. “I need you to do the finger thing.”

“Finger thing?”

“The zappy finger thing you do to your Number Two when he annoys you,” Ben explains impatiently. “Use your powers to start the car because I don’t have the keys!”

“Because it’s not our car!” You cry exasperated before slamming your hand down on the dashboard and emitting enough electricity to get the engine going. The minute it starts Ben is stepping on the gas and speeding down the street to get you both as far as possible. What just happened back there?

It takes sometime before Ben is sure no one is following you and is able to slow the car down to a steady pace down the road; the drive is quiet and tense, and neither of you really know what to say.

He could have just left you. You were standing right in front of him before the bullets were fired, he could have just let you take the hit and hightailed it out of there. He had been wanting to get rid of you and the opportunity to have someone else do the dirty work for him was right there, and yet when danger presented itself his first instinct was to protect you. He saved you when he didn’t have to, when he swore he wanted nothing to do with you — why?

You’re not looking when he chances a glance over at you, your tired eyes casted out the window watching the sun begin to set over the city streets. Your words echoed in his mind: “Can you honestly say that you feel nothing when you look at me?”

No, he couldn’t.

Minutes pass by torturously slow before Ben finally pulls off to the side of the road and stops the car. Confused, you look to the Sparrow with furrowed brows and apprehension on your face. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, simply staring down contemplatively at the wheel in an almost anxious manner.

“Are you okay?” Your meek voice asks. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t a good idea at all, but never before had he felt so strongly about another person, so he had to try.

“I need you to tell me everything about your Ben.”

[wcterwithin]

“I don’t think I can walk.” (klaus to ben)

a meme i can't remember

"No wonder," he scoffs. "How much did you have? It's a wonder you're standing at all." There is no one else on the street, and even if there was... nobody else could see him.

"Just grab a cab."

[auxiliarydetective]

AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 02: Highs and Lows

AP-01 Masterlist

This fic is part of the Academy Projects series, a full rewrite of The Umbrella Academy with the addition of an original character, Kassandra Hargreeves. Throughout the story, you'll stumble across a few songs. This is supposed to make the fic feel as much like the show as possible, so I recommend you don't skip them.

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, death, drugs, allusions to suicide

Heading into a corridor she had rarely been to as a child, Kassandra entered her father’s private rooms, the ones that had always seemed like a different world to the siblings. Their father had been distant every single day, spending hours upon hours in his study when he wasn’t pulling them through gruesome training. The door of the study was the furthest any of them had ever gone. As she passed his desk, she swore she could see him there, writing important words into his notebook, never meant to be read by foreign eyes. But he wasn’t there. He was dead. And Kassandra was headed to the room where he must’ve died. Not to look for her father, of course, but for someone else who would be trying everything to make a mission out of this.

There he was. Just as expected. Diego had climbed the windowsill of their father’s bedroom, checking the window lock with hands covered in leather. He was dressed in all black, a black turtleneck, tight black jeans, combat boots, a leather holster, about a dozen knives strapped to his chest and legs. Always the vigilante. It seemed that, as he had grown, he had used the need for bigger holsters as an excuse for more weapons. What a shame.

Before he could accuse her of stalking, Kassandra gently knocked on the doorframe, causing him to turn around. Immediately, he let out a spiteful chuckle.

“Look who finally came back.”

Kassandra could taste the bitterness from across the room, settling on an expression of mild discontent.

“I figured it was time,” she stated, sticking to the simple truth. “Did you find anything unusual?”

Diego looked at her in disbelief for a moment, then climbed down from the windowsill.

“Nothing. All the windows are locked, no damage on the locks, frames or handles, no sign of struggle… Looks like Dad went to sleep forever. But that’s not why you’re here, is it? You don’t care about why Dad died, you’re not looking for evidence or anything.”

“Touché. I came here looking for you because I knew you’d be here.”

“Yeah, because I actually care about the Academy. Are you finally gonna apologize after thirteen years?”

Kassandra clutched her hands to fists behind her back, grinding her teeth. “You know, I was going to, but the way you’re treating me, I think I’ll have to rethink.”

“Oh, the way I’m treating you?” Diego huffed.

He walked up to her, staring her down. She knew that shimmer in his eyes, the subtle shake in his voice, the forcefulness in his words.

“You ran away! You ran, you ditched us, and you didn’t even say goodbye. You didn’t say anything! You left us with our entire life in pieces and that stupid-ass note. At least Five went missing, you just fucked off.”

“You can’t compare that.”

“You’re right, because Five had no clue what he was doing. You knew what happened when Five went missing, you were there when Ben died and you knew what you were doing. The Academy needed you, Kassandra. You were aware of the consequences and you ran when the Academy needed you most.”

Kassandra swallowed a lump in her throat, keeping her expression perfectly solid, unchanged.

“Maybe when you stop lying to me we can talk,” she said, every syllable sharp like a blade.

She turned around on her heels and left, the empty halls of the house making her steps sound all the louder.

“What the fuck are you on about?!” Diego called after her, catching up to her within seconds.

“You’d think after 30 years, you’d learn,” Kassandra sighed. Then, she stopped in place. “I know you, Diego, and I wasn’t expecting some touching speech or forgiveness. That’s not you. But let’s at least get along until after the funeral. Then we can talk and make up, or things don’t change and we go our separate ways.”

Diego let out a huff of frustration and crossed his arms. “Fine, let’s call a truce. You know Luther’s gonna go insane over this,” he mumbled, nodding back towards the bedroom, “and you might be the only one who can calm him down.”

“Luther hates me just as much as you do, but I’ll try my best. If you say there’s nothing there, then I trust your judgement. But if you do find anything—”

“Don’t tell him. I know. So, we got a deal? Keep Spaceboy at bay?”

Diego extended a gloved hand to Kassandra, barely away from his chest, in the small space between them. It looked like making a deal with the mafia.

“Deal.”

Kassandra took his hand, her soft cotton gloves against his harsh leather. He squeezed her muscles almost harshly and she let him, until he suddenly let go. Then, he backed off, back into Sir Reginald’s room.

“Welcome back,” he called, and she could almost see a hint of a smile on his face.

With quarter of a victory, Kassandra walked back towards her room, her heartstrings all tangled. She shouldn’t have expected anything different, she knew, but… That was past. It was all in the past, she had hoped for a fresh start, but maybe it wasn’t time. Maybe the time would never come. She should’ve moved on ages ago – and she had! In fact, she had been sure she had. But setting foot in this house had sent her spinning back, and now there were only memories on her mind.

When she entered her room, she found the window open, and a new lump formed in her throat.

Had she been wrong to go?

She could remember the day she had left clear as day, as if it had only been hours ago. It had been late at night, already past midnight, way past when she would usually be awake. The mess of thoughts and feelings, of grief and guilt hadn’t let her sleep, flooding into her from every angle and seeping through the cracks into the deepest parts of her subconscious. She had tried. Tried everything to make sure Ben didn’t die. But he had. And now everything had come tumbling down, and everyone in the Academy was at their lowest point. 

That night, she had made a decision to end it. To finally let go. She had opened her window and stared down at the street below, so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard Klaus come in, barely sober as he was. He had hugged her, held her close and, for a moment, she had thought she could see Ben standing in the doorframe, smiling at her with a certain sadness in his eyes. It was Ben who had told her to leave, but if she were to explain that to anyone… if she were to even mention what had actually happened that night…

“Well if it isn’t my favourite sister…” a familiar voice cooed behind her, and she felt her body immediately relax.

A gentle smile spread across her face, warmth spreading from her chest. She turned around and opened her arms, letting Klaus tackle her in a hug. He looked like a mess – cleanly shaven, you had to give him that, but his hair was entirely ruffled and his outfit consisted of leather pants from the women’s section, a sheer top with stars on it, damaged Converse, a random blue silk scarf and a black coat with fuzzy fur lining. To top it off, he was wearing smudged eyeliner and chapstick and smelled like weed and drugs. Perfect. Kassandra wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Wow, look at you,” Klaus gasped, letting his eyes wander up and down her outfit, playfully squishing her cheeks. “Did you just get hotter? I mean, we were always a bunch of sexy bitches but, you, you look classy, like the one everyone wants but no one gets. I could never do that…”

“I know,” Kassandra hummed with a smile. “Far too many layers and buttons.”

“I know, right? Y’know, deep down I was always hoping that you would be the one black-out drunk one day and I’d get to help you with your buttons but… you don’t drink, so… Can’t even return the favor.”

Kassandra patted him on the back empathetically. “I don’t need anything in return, don’t worry. – Have you talked to the others?”

“No, not yet. How’s Diego?”

“Still mad.”

“Oh, that bitter idiot, don’t mind him. – Y’know what I’m gonna do?”

Yes.

“No, what?”

“Now that dad’s gone, I’m gonna do all the shit he didn’t let us do and look around his study. And you? How are you gonna celebrate this incredible occasion?”

Sighing, Kassandra adjusted her shirt cuff. “With a nap,” she said. “I’ve only slept five hours and I think I’ll need all my energy for when I run into Luther.”

“Oh yeah, good point,” Klaus huffed. “Well, good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite – I’ll be… somewhere. I dunno.”

He gave her a last pat on the shoulder and a wink, then he walked backwards out of the room, almost tripping over the doorstep.

Oh, Klaus… You haven’t changed at all.

Kassandra closed the door to her room and let herself fall onto her bed, her eyes wandering to the faded silhouettes of glow-in-the-dark stars still on the ceiling. She crawled further onto the mattress, adjusted her skirt beneath her so it wouldn’t wrinkle, and placed her head among the many pillows. It was no use pretending she’d sleep - she knew she wouldn’t. But she could rest, or at the very least try to.

An hour or so later – Kassandra had long since gotten up again, unable to keep lying there and listening for so long – there was a knock at her door.

“Come in!” she called, adjusting her hair and clothes in the mirror.

The door clicked open and it was like a ghost came in. Vanya stepped into the room, looking like she had shrunken over the years, a tension in her limbs as if she wanted to take up as little space as possible. Kassandra could feel her anxiety in the air, like throwing pebbles at her heart.

“Vanya,” she gasped, turning around to face her. “I… I didn’t think you’d come.”

“When we were kids, you could tell when I was about to enter your room from miles away,” Vanya said, her voice soft and quiet.

“I know… I guess I’m just… not used to it anymore. – But I do know that you came to get me because Luther called a meeting.”

“Yeah. Never thought I’d hear those words again.”

“‘Luther called a meeting,’ yeah, that takes me back…” Kassandra mumbled, smoothing her hands over the fabric of her dress. Then, a smile eased onto her face. “Listen, Vanya… I just want you to know: I’m glad you’re here. You’re probably gonna hear your autobiography be brought up over and over again today but I don’t care about what you wrote in there. Not as in I don’t care about your perspective but as in… You’re still my sister.”

Vanya’s lips twitched a little at those words.

“Our family has never been the pinnacle of harmony,” Kassandra went on, “and I’m glad you didn’t pretend it was. It just… hurt a little to see it written out, that’s all.”

“You’re not mad about the whole Number Seven story?” Vanya asked carefully.

“No, not at all,” Kassandra quickly assured her. Maybe a little too quickly, but she hoped Vanya wouldn’t take it as insincerity. “Not at you anyway. It was Dad who kicked you under the rug and insisted on keeping the numbers in publicity material, and for uniformity’s sake he bumped me up to seven in the public eye. You know that didn’t change anything in here, I was still Number Eight to him.”

“But I wrote it down. The first thing I saw your face in years was because reporters were prodding at you from all sides about being a fraud! I didn’t want that for you.”

Kassandra let out a small gust of air. “It’s in the title of the book, Vanya. Extra Ordinary, The Real Number Seven.”

“I didn’t pick the title, the publisher wanted it. They wanted something more—”

“Attention-grabbing? Oh, that it is,” Kassandra chuckled. “I figured you didn’t pick that yourself. You were never this dramatic. As for the reporters… It was only about a month, then I had told them everything and the story turned cold. Really wasn’t that big of a deal. So. Let bygones be bygones and let’s hear what Luther has to say. I have a feeling it won’t be good.”

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@uncxmfortablynumb [ ben & klaus ]

“You know what your problem really is, Klaus? You think you’re the Normani of The Umbrella Academy. You think you can Beyonce your way out of anything. When the truth is... you’re not even the Zayn. And you have the attitude. And the entitlement! Of JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE.”

[xbarrjallenx]

Dancing At A Funeral

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral!Reader Summary: (Y/N) reminisced some of their memories with Ben during his funeral. Requested: Yes / No Word count: 2.592 Posted: 23.06.2022 Warning(s): Ben’s death, fluff, grief, mentions of blood, season two spoilers, unedited imagine Song inspiration: Good Grief - Bastille A/N: I wrote this imagine way back in 2020, after finishing Season 2, so it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and just posting it to celebrate Season 3. Yay! It’s too long, I know, but I hope you still like it. Also, should I keep this with Vanya or should I change to Viktor now? The happening dates back to Season 1, so I am not sure. Feedbacks are always appreciated, because my writing is very rusty. Help your girl to improve, please! Also, English is not my first language, so mistakes can be found. I’m sorry and thank you! - G. x Take note: (Y/N) and the Hargreeves siblings were twenty-one years old during the funeral. 

It was one gloomy afternoon for six loving young adults: five of them were his extraordinary siblings and the remaining one was you, his beloved best friend.

The group was still shaken up for the heartbreaking news, but all of you managed to suppress the overflowing emotions by putting up your best poker face whilst you formed two neat semi-circles on both sides of his snow-covered casket.

“Why don’t you ever talk to your siblings about your feelings? Look at you right now: messy and all over the place.” You questioned while you pulled him in a gentle and comforting embrace.

“Emotions aren’t welcomed nor appreciated in the Hargreeves’ household, (Y/N). We’re all messed up, my siblings are just stronger than me.” He calmly informed you, lingering the warmth and comfort that your body emitted.

Ben Hargreeves - the sweetest and the most caring person that you have ever met in your life. He was loyal and understanding, an extraordinary person, abilities and character-wise.

“(Y/N), is everything all right?” Vanya derailed your train of thoughts, noticing how fixated your eyes were on your best friend’s picture - he seemed so happy and light-hearted.

“Yes. Thank you, Vanya!” You forcefully smiled, glancing at her with your slightly watery eyes. You were glad that she was still concerned about you, even though you barely saw her when Ben was still alive.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings gave you a solace stare soon after, silently letting you know that they had your back at all times. It was a cold and snowy day, but their kindness and sympathy were enough to warm your body and your miserable heart.

“Kudos to you for staying strong, (Y/N)!” Klaus proudly exclaimed, slightly making you smile for his kind remarks.

Klaus. Klaus was the most supportive Hargreeves ever. He was the contrary of Ben, who was introvert, silent and shy. Klaus was rather extrovert, dorky and talkative. In fact, when the former wasn’t in the mood of talking, he was more of a listener, the latter was your companion on sputtering nonsense.

You were very grateful of them, Ben and Klaus were surely the reason that you have met each other, that you have become friends.

“Hey, dear!” A boy about your age startled you as he approached you whilst you bit on you calorie bomb pastry. “I’m so sorry to scare you, but I want to inform you that you have a stalker over there.” He pointed a booth with six twelve year olds, wearing immaculate and familiar uniforms: The Umbrella Academy.

They were famous. Well, the daily news were always full of them, so it was impossible to not acknowledge them.

“Excuse me?” You confusedly corrugated your forehead as you put your dessert back on its plate. “Aren’t you part of that group?”

He hummed and nodded. “Yes, but do you see that little kid there: shiny jet black hair, cute almond eyes, so handsome?” He moved his hands as he sincerely described the boy. “He’s my brother and he’s been admiring you since we came in.”

“That’s creepy, but he’s cute.” You chuckled as you waved your hands towards the children’s direction and the concerned boy covered his face with his both hands out of embarrassment, watching you and his brother through his fingers.

That moment was the beginning of your friendship with the Hargreeves siblings and, as they snuck out of their house almost every night to meet you at Griddy’s Doughnuts, you slowly learnt everything about them: from how their superpowers functioned to how dysfunctional their family was.

Although you got along very well with all of them, it was needless to say that your relationship with Ben, Klaus and Vanya were stronger. They were the most vulnerable ones in the Academy and they were never afraid to open up to you.

The friendship was amazing and it quickly grew, but, as the years went by, you also started falling apart - less siblings came to your daily meet ups, until Ben and Klaus were the only ones left. It didn’t mean that you hated the other siblings, though, you were still very fond of them, you were just not as close as before.

“Your bed is so soft!” Klaus exhaustedly commented as he messily plopped himself on your bed. The three of you decided to change your location since the pastries at Griddy’s Doughnuts started making you feel nauseous. You surely have tasted everything in that diner!

“Bookworm!” Ben shrieked at the sight of your huge book collection - it was his comfort object, mostly after using his powers during a mission.

Your friendship was not rocket science at all: they found their comfort person and they were grateful to have you. You were their only best friend and they perfectly knew that they could count on you, and vice versa. They were your safe haven, the ones who kept you safe and warm, and you were their pole star, the one who guided them when they were feeling lost or overwhelmed of their powers and Dad’s rules.

The two teenagers enjoyed visiting you almost every night, sometimes both of them would knock on your window, most times it would just be Ben, but never only Klaus, until one day, that very specific day.

“(Y/N)!” A trembling Klaus entered your window, despair and sorrow behind his voice. “(Y/N)!”

He was shaken up and felt uneasy. You were almost sure that something bad has happened in the Academy. “Klaus, breathe. Settle down and we’ll talk about it.”

You gave him your water bottle, letting him catch his breath. “(Y/N).”

“Klaus, take your time.” You gently announced, calming him down as you rubbed his back. What could have possibly happened? Nothing really bad, you hoped.

You both remained in silence for a little while - Klaus defeated his breathlessness and you watched him as he halted his emotions from spilling.

“Are you ready?” You carefully asked, getting the empty water bottle from Klaus’ hand. He just nodded in response. “All right, slowly and calmly.”

He started trembling once again and you continued rubbing his back, letting him know that he was not alone. He hardly swallowed as he gathered his courage to tell you everything.

You started panicking by seeing his actions, but you were the fortress between the two of you, you couldn’t break nor fall. Not right now.

“Something in the mission went wrong,” He sadly started, staring straightly in your eyes. “and Ben is gone.”

A big lump in your throat suddenly formed and it was very hard to swallow. Your shoulders fell down like teardrops, salted water started streaming down your face and your world fell apart.

Your hand and knees started to shake, not knowing how to take the news in. “It’s not a good joke, Klaus. You are lying!” You blurted out, eyes started to sting badly.

Ben meant so much to you and he perfectly knew it. He couldn’t just come over and joke about Ben’s life, it was illegal.

“(Y/N), honey.” Klaus engulfed you in a comforting hug, calming you down as you started to messily sob against the crook of his neck. You were hurt and your chest was so tight, heart breaking in small smithereens - he was now the one who needed to stay strong, for the both of you. “Yes, I know, I know. Just let it out, don’t be afraid.”

Well, so much for being the fortress. You felt that you weren’t strong, not at all - the enemy has attacked you one time and you quickly fell, you quickly broke. Ben and Klaus were the ones who gave you strength, but one of them brought all of it with him, in his grave.

“(Y/N),” A deep voice quickly shooed your thoughts away: Sir Reginald Hargreeves. “would you like to say a few words?”

You were so busy in reminiscing that you didn’t notice Reginald, Grace and Pogo arriving. Those memories with Ben made you happy, but a huge horde of sadness washed you away once the old man brought you back to reality: Ben was still dead.

Reginald Hargreeves never liked you and it was strange that he didn’t throw a fit as soon as he saw you in one of his kids’ funeral - perhaps it was out of respect for Ben. He has always reputed you as a bad influence to his children, mostly to Ben, but the teenagers stood up for you uncountable times, breaking the rules just to see you and Ben happy and smiling.

“No, Sir Hargreeves. Thank you!” Your voice broke in the middle of the short sentence and the siblings hastily gave you a comforting look, nonetheless their distressed faces. They hated seeing you suffer, just as much as you all hated Reginald and that meant a really lot.

The old man nodded in response and, as soon as he started walking back inside his mansion, Grace and Pogo following soon after, the sobbing of the Academy members intensified, pouring their hearts out whilst tears uncontrollably streamed down their faces.

“It’s nobody’s fault!” Vanya strongly pointed out, trying to make her siblings feel better after the eulogy that you have just missed.

“How would you know, Vanya? You weren’t even on the mission.” Diego sputtered and your heart ached at Vanya’s failed attempt of consoling her siblings.

Vanya softly gasped, tightly holding her black umbrella before leaving the courtyard. She must have felt left out, again.

“Nice going, asshole!” Luther fiercely spat, defending Vanya - a thing that Ben usually did.

You faced the remaining siblings and they started arguing between them again, sending you back to remembering your memories of Ben, of how he would run to your house to avoid his siblings’ futile fight.

“Hey, can I stay for a little while with you?” He shyly asked, hoping you wouldn’t turn his request down.

“Are your siblings fighting again?” You empathically questioned him, putting down the book that you were reading on your desk.

“Unfortunately.” His shoulders dropped down, sadly looking in your eyes. It hurt him to see his siblings argue over everything.

You smiled at him and put a vinyl record on your player, Stand By Me, sung by Ben E. King, starting. “I dedicate this song to you, Benerino!”

He quickly smiled and hummed to the song, both of you proudly singing when the chorus would come.

“Thank you.” He quietly murmured in your ear after you pulled him into a heartwarming hug.

You missed him. You missed him so damn much.

“(Y/N),” Klaus softly called you, thread of thoughts cut once again. “shall we dance?”

You raised an eyebrow and the waterworks turned on once again: Vanya was playing Stand By Me with her violin and Klaus remembered how Ben would ask you to dance whenever his favourite song played.

“Gladly!” You grabbed Klaus’ hand, letting go of your umbrella, snow flakes quickly resting on your head and shoulders.

You and Klaus slowly danced around Ben’s coffin. It seemed like you two were celebrating that the Horror was gone, but you were just cherishing the memories you shared with his beloved brother.

“Dad’s not around anymore, you can let your tears fall freely.” Klaus reminded you, knowing how much you were trying to contain your emotions.

“I just miss him, Klaus,” You truthfully admitted. “I miss him so much.”

Klaus’ glance shifted from you to something behind you, but he still listened to your confession. “I am sure that he misses you, too.”

When the song finished, you asked the boy to leave you for a little while, wanting to talk to the unanimated Ben for a few minutes. He gladly respected you decision and he went towards the gazebo, eyes fixated on you, or maybe on the empty spot next to you. Your eyes were blurry because of the tears, so you couldn’t really figure it out.

“Hey, Benerino!” You sweetly chuckled as you caressed the photo on his casket, snow slowly melting because of your hand’s warmth. “You’re gone too soon, but I hope you feel better wherever you are right now, albeit I still think that it’s just unfair. What’s going to be left of the world, if you’re not in it, huh?”

The thought of not growing old with him destroyed you. You were perfect for each other, you had loads of amazing things with him, and you wished you had Klaus’ powers to conjure Ben up. You wanted to see him again.

“You’ll be now missing from the photographs in the mansion. You gave me another reason to stop coming in this hellhole.” You softly laughed.

God, how much you missed hearing his laugh after your horrible jokes and puns.

“I’ve always told you to take care, Hargreeves.” You frowned. “We’d be on my bed right now, laughing and cuddling to battle the cold whilst Klaus intoxicated us with his messily rolled joint.”

You hated it when Klaus was drugged, but it was the anaesthesia to his awful life.

“Ben, I am so sorry if I never had the courage to tell you this, but I love you so much. I love you more than anything in my life and it just hurts because you would never know anything about it and I would never know what you think about it.” You messily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)!” A Ben Hargreeves covered in dried blood approached you as soon as he entered your window. Your eyes nearly popped out of their orbit at the sight of him and you rushed towards his direction, wanting to engulf him in a huge bear-hug. “Don’t!”

You feigned offence and raised an eyebrow. “All right, but, at least, tell me that none of it is yours.”

He quietly chuckled, softly shaking his head. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“Well, thank goodness!” You sighed in relief. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He refused at first, but he caved in soon after. He came up to the terms that he couldn’t hug you if he was covered in blood and vice versa.

“You know, I’m the one with superpowers here, but you are way more powerful than me.” He confessed as you both plopped yourselves on your bed.

“How could you even say that, dummy?” You wondered, looking at his perfect face.

His face turned serious. “You perfectly know how I feel about myself after a mission, after killing people,” Absolutely! He would be disgusted to the point of despising his powers and existence. “but just with the sight of your gleeful smile, I already feel better and stronger.”

Ben was able to make you smile widely, thinking that he was very sweet to say those words. Little did you know he has just  professed the feelings he had for you.

“Thank you so much for these nine years of friendship, Ben.” You shortly nodded. “You have been an awesome best friend.”

As soon as you finished, you called Klaus. He was looking on the spot next to you and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Are you fine, Klaus?” You gently checked on the Séance, worrying about his sanity. “Are ghosts bothering you again?”

“Please don’t forget him.” He blurted out, ignoring your questions. Was Ben around you? Did he conjure him?

You shook your head to stop yourself from being delusional and answered Klaus. “How can I forget him? Every minute and every hour, I miss him, I miss him more.”

[ded-and-gonne]

Ded & Gonne

Chapter 3: Klaus and Benny sittin in a tree, but strictly fraternaturally

Gen: An Umbrella Academy Spin-Off featuring Klaus Hargreeves and the Bens. A gen fic set in a canonical s3 post-universe universe. Yes, Klaus and Ben’s powers have returned. All will be revealed. But not in this chapter.

TWs: Profanity, bantering in mock fury, flirting with your not-brother by annoying the shit out of him, and Mean Ben. I don’t know, are you triggered by Mean Ben? Smug smugness?

But the most important question is: Why does Mean Ben call Klaus each and every day? Why is that?

Here’s a sneaky little snip:

It’s been 6 months and 2 days and Klaus is bored bored bored. And then customers come in and make it even worse. Cuz then he’s bored, polite, and not smoking while they’re inside. But it’s his dream life and he’s stuck living it.

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Chapter 3: Strictly Fraternaturally

[littlerit]

TUA youth orchestra AU ideas

Some headcanons I have for a TUA Youth Orchestra AU:

Vanya is the new girl, who auditioned straight into the first violin section

Harold, who has been stuck on third chair second violins for years, seethes with jealousy and tries to bully her

Klaus and Ben, the class clowns that sit in third desk Violas, sit down with Vanya-the-new-girl at lunch and befriend her by telling her that "Harold is a prissy little b**ch that doesn't know his tip from his frog"

They are then joined by the percussionist Diego and his timpanist on-again-off-again girlfriend Lila

Vanya meets the principal Cellist Five when she turns up to a string section rehearsal early to practice some runs and finds him already warming up.

Five is seriously good and dedicated, and wants to be in the national orchestra some day, (he is also the favourite of the creepy cellist tutor Ms. Handler)

(Vanya learns a week later that creepy Ms Handler is also Lila's mother)

Vanya bunks with Allison, the Clarinetist, who is good friends with Klaus and paints his nails at breakfast

Luther, who is the first Trumpet, tags along with Diego. It's actually his uncle Pogo who is the first Violin tutor that was so kind to Vanya on her first day (which is why she's so shocked to learn that the cold brass tutor Sir Hargreeves is Luther's father)

Everybody loves full rehearsals with the conductor Herb, who so short his feet don't reach the rest on his stool.

[michals]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Number Five | The Boy & Allison Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves & Number Six | Ben Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves & Luther Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves & Vanya Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves & the showgirls, Luther Hargreeves & the Carousel Showgirls Characters: Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Number Six | Ben Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, the showgirls, The Carousel Showgirls Additional Tags: Prompt Fill, Family, Family Bonding, Pre-Season/Series 01, Pre-Season/Series 02, Pre-Season/Series 03, Siblings, Sibling Bonding Summary:

A collection of various, unconnected prompt fills from over on Tumblr.

Ch 1: Allison and Five have a bonding moment post landing in the alternate 2019 Ch 2: Diego checks on Klaus in the alternate timeline, finds out his favorite color and something else he didn't know Ch 3: Allison keeps Ben from getting his butt kicked by Five Ch 4: During his post-accident coma Luther visits Klaus Ch 5: Luther's friendship with the showgirls at Jack's club Ch 6: Vanya and Luther hang out and Luther shows off his handyman skills Ch 7: For a brief moment a young Vanya gets to have Luther's full attention