#diego hargreeves x male reader

[issdisgrace]

Y/n: You remind me of my morning cigarette

Diego: How

Y/n: Because I’m addicted to you and your probably gonna be the death of me

[xospu]

Diego Hargreeves x Male reader

Short story!

CONTENTS - Fluff only fluffy!!!!

Diego doesn’t like cuddling, he’s never given a reason as to why, and you never pried. However this night was different, it was 1am when he got home, he usually comes home late. You were sleeping in bed when you heard him shuffling around the room. He’s trying to get undressed from his work clothes and he always struggles getting his boots off. He’s trying not to wake you, but he did. You don’t want to let him know that he woke you, so you stay laying in the dark listening to him talk to himself.

“Fuck, I can’t see shit” Diego whispered. You try not laugh.

About 5 minutes later he finally got undressed and slipped into bed. It was quiet and you started drifting back to sleep. However you couldn’t help but notice how close Diego was, he was so warm. It was a nice feeling you don’t often get to feel. Moments later you feel him throw his arm over your waist and bury his face into your back. You feel his calloused hand take yours and he grips it with decent pressure.

Diego mumbles into you, “I love you”. You feel his mouth move on your back. You can also feel a light peck.

“I love you too”, you mumble back. You take his hand and give it a kiss.

You both drift off to sleep, cherishing this little moment knowing that when you wake up, he’ll probably be upside down in the bed.

[iliumheightnights]

Dego and his boyfriend in an au where everyone is happy.

“Hey diego? You can alter trajectory right?”

“Of anything?”

“I think?”

“So if I were to throw this donut could you make it fly into your mouth?”

Diego made a face as he listened to his boyfriend's question. Leave it to M/n to ask some of the strangest questions at the most out-of-pocket times. "What?"

"What I said. Could you make a donut fly into your mouth."

"Well...yeah, but why would I-"

"YES! Okay I want to see it." M/n opened the box of donuts and pulled one out. He motioned with the donut like he was going to throw it. "Alright, you ready?"

Diego only let a small laugh escape his mouth and shook his head before opening wide. M/n giggled and tossed the donut. Diego focused and soon the donut went flying into Diego's mouth. "YES!" M/n screamed, he and Diego both throwing their arms into the air. "That's so cool! Okay! Now me! Do me!"

Leave it to M/n to make his abilities fun.

[moonyswoony]

A stitch in the heart

pairing: Diego hargreeves x reader

Summary: After Five’s betrayal you and Diego find unexpected comfort in each other.

Warning(s): making out, insults, humour

Your fingers trace the edge of the old, worn-out armchair, a painful reminder of all the moments you thought you once shared with him. A hollow feeling settles in your chest, and you can’t decide what hurts more—the betrayal or the fact that you actually hadn’t seen it coming.

The doorbell rings sharply, startling you from your thoughts. You hesitate before opening it, your heart sinking as you see Diego standing there. He had come straight from the Umbrella Academy’s chaotic mess, having heard about the situation from Klaus, who had filled him in on the details. Diego’s dark eyes are filled with frustration and concern as he steps into the apartment.

“I didn’t know he was that stupid,” Diego says, his voice rough with a mix of irritation and empathy. His short brown hair is slightly tousled, and his mustache gives him a rugged, determined look.

You scoff, biting back the tears that threaten to spill. “Neither did I. But hey, at least I’m not the one who’ll be dodging flying knives for a while.”

Diego’s jaw clenches, the muscles working under his skin as he processes your pain. He had always been the protector, the one to throw himself into danger without a second thought, but this was different. He couldn’t punch Five without making things worse—without hurting you even more.

“He’s an idiot,” Diego mutters, stepping closer. His presence is like a comforting weight, a reminder that not everyone in this messed-up world would abandon you. “And if he wasn’t, I’d be happy to throw him off a building for you.”

You look up at him, trying to find solace in his words, but the wound was too fresh, too deep. “You’re way too good at the ‘throwing people off buildings’ thing, Diego. I’d hate to see what you could do if you really put your mind to it.”

Diego’s jaw twitches into a reluctant smile. “Trust me, I’ve got a lot of practice. But this isn’t about me or Five or Lila. This is about you.”

“You mean it’s not about making sure Five ends up face-first in the dirt?” you ask, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

He shakes his head, his expression serious again. “Look, I know you’re hurting. And I’m not saying Five isn’t a jerk—he is. But you don’t deserve to be dragged down by his mistakes.”

A heavy silence sits between you, filled with unspoken words and the shared history that ties you both to the people who had hurt you. Diego has his own scars, the ones Lila had left on his heart. He knew betrayal, maybe as well as you did.

“Lila…” you began, but Diego cuts you off.

“She’s not worth it,” he says sharply, his tone brooking no argument. “And neither is he.”

His words are a balm, a gentle reminder that you aren’t alone in your pain. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift, if only slightly.

Diego’s hand finally finds its way to your shoulder, a tentative touch that sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers, rough but warm, rest gently on your skin. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know.”

You look up at him, really look at him. The scars, the bruises, the lines of worry etched into his features—Diego had always been there, in the background, watching out for you even when you didn’t realize it.

“I’m sorry about Lila,” you whisper, not really sure why you’re apologizing. Maybe because it feels like you should, because your pain is linked to his in a way you hadn’t expected.

Diego shakes his head, his expression softening. “Don’t be. That chapter’s over. Has been for a long time.”

There’s something in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. He’s not lying, he had moved on. But from the way he’s looking at you, you wonder if he had been waiting for you to realize you needed to move on too.

And maybe… maybe with him.

“Diego,” you breathe, the air between you crackling with a sudden tension, a shift that makes your heart race for an entirely different reason.

His fingers tighten on your shoulder, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest moment before returning to your eyes. “If you ever want to forget about him,” he says, voice low and intense, “I’m right here.”

The world seemed to narrow down to the space between you, the inches that felt like miles. Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. This was the Diego you knew so well—hotheaded, stubborn, fiercely loyal Diego. The man who had been by your side through thick and thin, who was willing to pick up the pieces of your heart when they fell apart.

You take a step closer, your hand coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. His eyes darken, and he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. The tension between you is palpable, like the air before a storm.

Then, as if on cue, he closes the gap between you two.

The kiss is urgent, his lips surprisingly soft as snow.It all feels like a desperate attempt to make something beautiful out of the wreckage of the day.

The kiss deepens, growing more fervent as you both lose yourselves in the heat of the moment. Diego’s hands roam to your back, pulling you impossibly closer, his embrace enveloping you completely. His lips move with a new, careful intensity, exploring your mouth with a touch of tenderness and need.

After a few moments, Diego pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes sparkle with a playful glint, and he gives a light-hearted chuckle. “You know,” he smirks “Before Lila came along and turned everything upside down, I actually had a crush on you.”

You look at him, surprised and amused. “Seriously? You had a crush on me?”

Diego nods, grinning. “Yep, and I guess I was so busy trying to play the tough guy that I didn’t realize honesty might’ve worked out better. But hey, Five and Lila didn’t exactly set the bar high, did they?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “True, true. It’s not like they made the most convincing case for keeping things simple.”

Diego chuckles, pulling you closer again. “Exactly. And honestly, if I’m better at anything, it’s being upfront about my feelings.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words and the comfort of his embrace. “I guess that’s something I can definitely appreciate.”

Diego leans in for another kiss, his lips brushing against yours with renewed fervor and for the first time in a while, the future feels like something worth fighting for.

[moonyswritinq]

diego : "come on, just admit you have a thing for Five."

you : "no, I do not. 'Cause I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile."

five, overhearing : *sends you a smug smile*

klaus : "yes, you are."

you : "yes, I am."

[ynbabe]

TUA x Reader :- Incorrect quotes

Five: Watcha doin?

Y/N, an inter-dimentional time traveler : Stealing from the commission.

Five: Scandalous.

Five: Can I help?

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Five: Are you busy?

Y/N, laying on the floor, falling from the time rip Five opened in season 2: No.

Five, trying to understand who he is and why he’s there: Want to do something?

Y/N, looking up from his own blood: Why would you try to ruin this for me?

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Klaus, pointing a camera at Five and his ‘friend’: There they are, our sweet babies.

Five, holding a cigarette and a beer, Y/N, pulling out the knife Five stabbed him with and chugging wine,: What-?

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Five: Y/N is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.

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Y/N: Hey there demons, It's me, ya boi.

Five: I’M NOT A DEMON!

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Diego, oldest sibling extraordinare {luther don’t count}: Christmas is cancelled.

Y/N, not a part of the family: You can't cancel a holiday.

Diego, adopted them already: Keep it up, Y/N, and you'll lose New Year's too.

Y/N: What does that mean?

Diego: Klaus, take New Year's away from Y/N.

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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Diego: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Y/N: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Five: if you want information it is

Klaus: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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Diego, watching Y/N and Five fight: Are you sure they should be fighting? What if they break Elliot’s stuff?

Klaus, not bothered by the chaos: It’s fine. They’re too evenly matched to hurt each other... or anything else... hopefully.

Diego: Then... who’s the strongest?

Klaus: Y/N.

Five: Me.

Y/N: Me.

Y/N: ...

Five: ....

Y/N and Five: *Start fighting again*

Diego: I mean it’s kinda fun right?

Klaus: Yeah, want popcorn?

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Klaus: You guys worried about Five?

Diego: Totally!

Y/N: Yeah, he teleported to me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"

Klaus: And what'd you say?

Y/N: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."

Diego:

Klaus: He’s lucky to have you as a friend.

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Five: Look guys, I need help.

Klaus: Love help?

Y/N: Financial help?

Viktor: Emotional help?

Diego: Help moving a body?

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Viktor: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful broship...

Klaus: I really care about your feelings!

Diego: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Viktor, turning his head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Y/N: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF HIDING BODIES!

Five: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME HIDING BODIES IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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Viktor: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Diego: >:O language

Five: Yeah watch your fucking language

Klaus: Okay, who taught Five the fuck word?!

Y/N: 'The fuck word'.

Sparrow!Ben, highly comercialized: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Five: Oh my god he censored it

Y/N: Say fuck, Ben.

Five: Do it, Ben. Say fuck.

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*The Squad with cigarettes*

Y/N: I smoke regularly.

Allison: I smoke sparingly.

Sparrow!Ben: I smoked once, but I didn't care for it.

Five: I've never smoked, but the idea intrigues me.

Diego: I've never smoked, and I refuse to do so.

Viktor: What's a cigarette?

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Five, trying to be happier, after strict orders from Klaus and Diego: A butterfly. Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal.

Diego: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?

Five: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.

Viktor, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-

Klaus: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.

Sparrow!Ben: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...

Y/N: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-

Viktor: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference.

Diego: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?

Five: You clearly have not known with the bastard long enough.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

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[animesmolbean]

Words Hold Power 

An “The Umbrella Academy” fanfiction

Five x Reader

(Male)

Author's Note: Welcome to my The Umbrella Academy fanfiction! I'm so excited to share this story with you all! TUA is my favorite Netflix show! I'm very sad to see it's in its final season, but all great shows come to an end! But at least we'll get to rewatch it over and over again, lol.

Speaking of which, please, no spoilers for S4 since I have not watched it yet. I'll let you guys know where I am in S4 in coming posts.

With that said, I just wanted to tell you guys this. There was one hesitation I had with writing this story. Handling Viktor's character. I know about the journey of this character and Elliot Page's journey as well. I know about the transition, and I wanted to tell you how I planned on approaching this.

I did research on this topic and wanted to be sure I was handling it correctly. I researched how I should write transgender characters and their journeys throughout the story.

I also read other TUA fanfictions for research to see how other authors handle it, and like the research, it's a mixed bag. Some use Viktor only, and some show the name change.

After researching, I decided on an approach.

I will follow what the show does and show the transition story Viktor has. I chose this because I believe it's a beautiful journey, and the show does a great job handling the topic.

One last thing, all the main characters (The Hargreeves siblings) are aged up a little.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy the first chapter! ♥️

~Character Info~

Reader's ability is cursed speech.  She can make anyone do what she says with only a few words.  It's similar to Allison's, except she doesn't need to say certain words first like her, and her ability is much more powerful.  To the point where she has to be extremely careful about what she says.  

(As you can tell, this was inspired by the anime character, Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen.)

Chapter 1: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals (Family Reunion)

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1985, forty-three women around the world gave birth.  

This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women have been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them. 

Many years later, the kids grew up and went on with their lives as adults.  

There was Number One, aka Luther Hargreeves.  Big, strong and was currently on the moon, studying and preparing for whatever his mission was.  

There was Number Two, aka Diego Hargreeves.  Impulsive, brave and works as a vigilante of sorts.  

There was Number Three, aka Allison Hargreeves.  Famous actress who was currently on the red carpet in front of paparazzi.  

There was Number Four, aka Klaus.  A lazy, free-spirited soul who is currently leaving rehab and using the money he got from the rehab to buy drugs.  He ended up in the back of an ambulance.  

And, there was Number Seven, aka Vanya Hargreeves.  She was quiet, timid and was currently leaving the theater after practicing her violin.  

However, their lives would change forever with one broadcast.  

Their father was now dead. 

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 

☂

Vanya rode a taxi to her childhood home.  A place she lived for many years.  

The Umbrella Academy.  

A tall condo-like building with a black gate.  

Vanya approached the building and opened the doors, whose windows were decorated by umbrellas.  

The foyer was fancy still.  The middle was open with a chandelier hanging above a small round table in the middle.  Tall, smooth white beams holding the sides which held the second floor.  A staircase that leads to that second floor was behind the small round table.  

It was just as Vayna remembered it.  Every little detail was still there.  

“Hey, Mom.” 

Vanya called to the woman in the living room.  Said woman sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace which currently had a fire going.  She stayed still as she stared into the dancing flames.  

“Mom?”

“Vanya?” 

A familiar voice turned Vanya’s attention elsewhere.  

“You're actually here.” 

She turned and saw her sister, Allison coming down the stairs.  

“Hey, Allison.” 

“Hey sis.” 

Allison now stood before her sister.  She chuckled and brought the other girl into a hug, which Vanya quietly but graciously returned.  

“Ah.  What is she doing here?” 

A new voice spoke through the quiet foyer.

“You don't belong here.  Not after what you did.”

It was Diego.

“You're seriously gonna do this today?” Allison spoke up, her tone telling that she wasn't in the mood for the male's attitude. 

“Way to dress for the occasion, by the way.” She added, mocking Diego’s attire as he ascended the stairs.  He was still in his “hero” gear; knives and everything.

“At least I'm wearing black.” Diego shot back nonchalantly as he turned left on the stairs, disappearing from the girls’ views.  

Vanya, now uncomfortable, spoke up quietly, “You know what?  I- Maybe he's right.  And I shouldn't-”

“Forget about him.” Allison interrupted her.  “I'm glad you're here.” She spoke softly.  Vanya’s lips quirked up a little at Allison's words.  The sisters shared a moment of silence.  

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Diego arrived at his late father's room, to see Luther there checking the windows.  He leaned against the doorframe.  

“I can save you some time.  They're all locked.  No forced entry, no sign of struggle.  Nothing out of the ordinary.” 

As he spoke, he walked over to Luther who was also walking towards him.  

“Oh, you got big, Luther.  What's the secret, huh?  Protein shakes?  Low carbs?” Diego asked mockingly.  

“What do you want?”  Luther asked, not wanting to deal with Diego's attitude.  

Diego reached into his pocket and pulled out a few folded pieces of paper, handing them to Luther.  “The autopsy report.” 

After he teasingly tried to pull them away from Luther, the latter brother snatched them out of his hand.  

“And you have this, why?” Luther asked. 

“Well, that's because I… broke into the coroner's office.” Diego explained as he sat down in an armchair.  “And surprise, surprise, Dad's death was… normal.  Just a boring, old heart failure.”

“Yeah, so?” Luther looked at Diego.  

“So, why are you in here, checking all the windows?”

“Were you the first one on the scene?” Luther asked.

“Pogo found him.” Diego answered. 

“Yeah, I talked with Pogo.  He said he couldn't find Dad's monocle.”

“And your point being?” Diego asked in a bored tone.

“Can you think of a single time you saw Dad, and he wasn't wearing that monocle?  No.  Which means someone took it.  Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died.”

Diego sat up from the armchair.  “There is no mystery here.  Nothing to avenge.  Nothing to solve, nothing like that.  It's just a sad old man who kicked it in a big empty house.  Just like he deserved.” 

“You should leave.” Lither spoke, not liking Diego's tone with that last sentence he spoke.  

“Whatever you say, brother.” Diego said in a mocking tone as he turned to leave.  Before he did, he turned back to Luther.  “By the way, did you visit (Your Name) yet?” 

Luther shook his head.  “No.  I was about to, actually.” 

“You know where he is.” Diego simply said.

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Vanya entered the living room, looking around at the interior.  She spotted a comic and new articles on their group, The Umbrella Academy.  She looked at the bookshelves and pulled out one book in particular.  

The title read, “Extra Ordinary My Life as Number Seven” 

It was her autobiography book.  The one she wrote when she left the academy. 

She observed it solemnly, until a voice spoke out.

“Welcome home, Ms. Vanya.” 

She turned and saw Pogo, a human sized monkey dressed formally with a cane and glasses.  

Vanya walked over to him and hugged him.  Pogo hugged back with a hum.  “So good to see you.” He noticed the book in her hand.  “Ah, yes, your autobiography.” 

“Do you know, um…” Vanya paused before continuing.  “Did he ever read it?” 

Pogo thought for a moment before replying, “Not that I'm aware of.” 

Vanya turned her attention to the portrait above the fireplace.  It showed a boy, around seventeen in age, sitting with a neutral but sophisticated look on his face.  

“How long has it been since Five disappeared?” She asked.

Pogo turned to look at the portrait too.  “It's been sixteen years, four months, and fourteen days.” The two looked at each other.  “Your father insisted I keep track.” 

“And… how long has (Your Name) been in that coma?” 

“Sixteen years, four months, and six days.” Pogo replied.  

“You wanna know something stupid?  I always used to leave the lights on for him.  I was scared that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again.  And he would take (Your Name) with him.  So, every night, I'd make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on.” 

Pogo nodded.  “Oh, I remember your snacks.  I'm pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches, and those (Favorite type of Cookie) cookies.”  He sighed a couple times before he spoke again, “Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere.  He also believed that one day (Your Name) would wake up.  He never lost hope.” 

“And look where that got him.” Vanya said solemnly. 

☂

Allison went up to her late father's study, looking around the area.  The familiarity of it brought up a memory.  

〰️

Reginald Hargreeves was working in his office, as usual, when Grace knocked on the door.  She entered before closing the door.

“The children are ready for bed, sir.  They wanted to say goodnight.” 

She turned and walked a couple of paces and opened the sliding door.  

On the other side revealed the eight children, all wearing matching pajamas.  Allison was in the center while the others surrounded her.  Little (Your Name) stood between her and Five, a black cloth face mask covering his mouth and nose.  

The children were all smiling as they waited for their father to acknowledge them.  But he was so into his work that he didn't even glance up at them.  

Sensing the awkwardness, Grace quickly dismissed the kids.  The kids, of course, were disappointed but not surprised.  As they left slowly, (Your Name) tugged on Allison's sleeve, silently asking her to come.  

“I'll be there in a minute (Your Name).” The girl whispered.  (Your Name) tilted his head to the side.  Allison spoke again, “Why don't you go hang out with Five for a bit before bed?  I know you planned on it.” She gave the masked boy a small smile.  (Your Name) felt his cheeks warm up, but he nodded, leaving and quietly walking over to Five.  The boy saw him coming and, with a nod of his head, gestured to him to follow him.  (Your Name) nodded and started to walk beside him.  As he did, he heard Allison, 

“He's always busy.” 

〰️

“Where's the cash, Dad?” 

The sound of a voice diverted Allison's attention and she walked over to her father's desk, hearing clamoring noises.  She leaned forward to look to see who was over there.  

“Klaus?  What are you doing in here?” She asked.  

Said boy looked up and gasped at the sight of his sister.  “Oh!  Allison!  Wow, is that you?” He asked as he stood up.  He embraced her slowly; Allison slowly returned the hug.  “Long time.  Too long.” He pulled away.  “Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph.  Add it to my collection!” He planted his chin onto his hands.  

Allison let her brother act because it was how he always behaved when she noticed the white paper bracelet on his left wrist.  “Just out of rehab?” She asked.

“No, no.  No, no, no, no.  No.  I'm done with all of that.” Klaus replied with a sigh as he removed the bracelet. “I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone.” He smiled.  “And he is!  He's dead.  Yeah!” He clapped, making Allison smile a little, shaking her head a bit.  

“You know how I know?  Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room.” Allison silently agreed with Klaus.  

“He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?” He said with a chuckle as he sat in the armchair behind the desk, putting his feet on the desk.  “Remember how he used to look at us?  That scowl?” He pointed to the man's portrait onto the wall behind him.  “Thank Christ, he's not our real father, so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!” He stretched his eyelids to show more of his eyeballs.  He fake screams, making Allison chuckle a little as Klaus started to dramatically imitate their late father. 

“Get out of his chair.” 

Klaus turned his head and saw Luther standing by the doorway.  “Oh, wow, Luther!  Wow, you really, uh… You really filled out over the years huh?” Klaus said as he stood and flexed his arm muscles.  

“Klaus.” Luther warned.

“Save the lecture.  I was already leaving.  You guys can talk amongst yourselves.  I am going to visit (Your Name).  Oh!  The precious little brother of ours.” He chuckled softly.  Before he could leave though, Luther stopped him.  “Drop it.”

“Ex-squeeze me?” Klaus said.

“Do it.  Now.” Luther ordered.  

Klaus pulled his arm away from Luther and went back to the desk and started to empty out his pockets, which held a few of his late father's belongings.  “It's just an advance on our inheritance!  That's all it is!” Allison chuckled silently at her brother.  “No need to get your little panties in a bunch.” With that, Klaus left, closing the door; leaving Luther and Allison alone in the room. 

“So, Klaus is still Klaus, in case you are wondering.” Luther started.

“You know, after all these years, I find it strangely comforting.” Allison stated.

“Did you see Diego?” Luther asked.

“With his stupid outfit?” Allison added in amusement. 

“Oh, I know.  Do you think he wears that thing in the bathroom?” Lauther asked.

“Like in the shower?” Allison asked for confirmation. 

“Yeah.” Luther confirmed.

“Yes, absolutely!” Allison laughed.  

The two went on to talk about how their lives are going now that they are adults.  Luther was the only one to stay while the rest went their separate ways.  Their conversation ended talking about Allison's family and her powers.  

〰️

A little later, everyone congregated in the living room.  The fire was still going in the fireplace as everyone sat in silence.  

Luther started talking about doing a memorial service for their late father.  Some like Allison were mostly confused by this, or making fun of it like Klaus.  

“Is that my skirt?” Allison asked, noticing Klaus wearing a skirt now.  

“Oh, yeah this.  I found it in your room.  It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits.”

Luther stopped Klaus before he could go further and started to talk about their father's death.  He had a theory that he didn't die simply of heart failure.  He recounted how he was acting suspicious and requested Klaus to try to communicate with him.  Klaus was not interested.  

“I can't just call Dad into the afterlife and be like, “Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?” 

“Since when?  That's your thing.” Luther said.

“I'm not in the right… frame of mind.” 

“You're high?” Allison asked, not surprised.

“Yeah!  Yeah!” Klaus laughed.  “I mean, how are you not listening to this nonsense?” 

“Well, sober up, this is important.” Luther said.

Klaus only sighed.  

When Luther started talking about the missing monocle, Diego concluded that Luther was suspicious of all of them, saying that Luther thought one of them killed their dad.  This caused everyone to get upset.  Diego insulted Luther's leadership, Klaus got up and jokingly said that he might as well go murder their Mom and (Your Name), unless he was already dead.  Vanya left in silence and. Allison left in silence as well.  Luther tried to defend himself, but it was too late.  

They weren't always like this.  When they were kids, they were tight knit.  

〰️

17 YEARS AGO

“This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth.  A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages.” 

The armed men surveyed the bank as they pointed their guns at the bound up hostages and pushed them behind the counter as they proceeded with the robbery.  

Unexpectedly, a girl with curly black hair, in a school uniform and mask, walked casually to one of the robbers.  

It was Allison. 

“Hey, get back with the others.” The robber ordered the girl.  

“I heard a rumor.” Allison spoke. 

“What?  What did you say?” 

Allison leaned forward and used her ability, “I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot.” 

The robber pointed his gun at one of his partners and promptly shot him in the foot, knocking him down.  The hostages screamed at the sound of the gun.  

Suddenly, someone dressed in a boy's school uniform with a mask came crashing down from a window above and landed behind the counter.  It was Luther.  He punched one robber and threw him out the window with surprising strength.  

Then, another kid dressed like Luther came from the other side of the bank.  “Guns are for sissies.  Real men throw knives.” He threw two long knives at one of the robbers only for them to redirect to another robber and immediately killed him. 

There were now only two robbers left in the lobby.  

One of them climbed onto the desk and pointed his gun shakily at the three kids.  “Get back, you freaks.” 

“Hey, be careful up there, buddy.” Diego, the knife throwing kid taunted.

“Get back now!” 

“Wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Allison taunted as well.

“Or what?” 

A fourth kid appeared seemingly out of nowhere, sitting criss cross on the desk.  A taunting smirk on his face.  This was Number Five.  

The robber shot at Five, but he disappeared and reappeared on the other side.  When the robber turned around and tried to shoot him again, he suddenly realized that he was not holding a gun.

“Ooh!  That's one badass stapler!” Five taunted before smacking the guy's hand holding the stapler into his head.  This knocked the robber over.  

All they had to do now was get rid of the robbers in the vault.  

Or so they thought.  

There was one more.  

He loaded his gun and his gun cocked, catching the kids off guard.  

“Down you freaks!” He yelled.  

Suddenly, running from a hidden place behind a wall, was a fifth kid, dressed like the rest of the boys, as he pulled down his face mask.  He directed his attention to the robber.  

“Explode!” 

The single word echoed loudly through the bank, and just before the guy could turn his gun to the boy, his body suddenly exploded, body parts, guts, and blood spreading out everywhere.  The hostages screamed in fear.  The boy quickly covered his face again, breathing heavily as he ran to his siblings.  

He gestured to all of them.  They couldn't see much of his face, but they could tell he was worried by the look in his eyes.  

“We're okay.  Thanks (Your Name).” Allison said.

(Your Name) hummed, nodding as he walked over to behind the desk with the others, while two more kids dressed like the rest of the boys joined them.  Five looked at him.  “That was pretty badass.  Good work.” He complimented, giving him a smile.  (Your Name) felt his cheeks warm up a little, and he tilted his head a bit and closed his eyes.  Most people wouldn't be able to tell his expression behind the mask, but Five knew he was smiling at him in thanks.  

“Do we really have to do this?” A meek voice asked. 

“Come on, Ben.  There's more guys in the vault.” Luther told the boy.

Ben sighed as he walked to the vault door.  “I didn't sign up for this.” 

He entered as the hostages all ran for their lives out of the bank.  Inside the vault, the last of the robbers were eyeing slaughtered by Ben's ability.  He screeched and roared as his tentacles ripped them apart and threw them against the walls.  Blood splattered all over the windows.  

Once it was quiet, Ben came out, covered in blood.  “Can we go home now?” He asked, his breathing shaky.  

It was time to leave.  

The seven kids started walking towards the entrance of the bank. (Your Name) pulled out a small vial and turned the cap.  He pulled the bottom part of his mask up and put the bottle to his lips.  He tilted his head back and started swallowing the liquid.  He finished it and placed the empty bottle back in his pocket.  

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Five's voice made (Your Name) turn to him.  He nodded and hummed in thanks.  Five offered his arm to him.  “Ready?” He asked.  The boy nodded again, and he hooked his arm with Five's.  Five smiled at him, and they started walking after their siblings.  

The seven kids emerged from the back as the news reporters pointed their cameras at the group, and they all clamored to try to talk to them.  

Above on the top of a building nearby, stood Reginald Hargreeves, observing the other kids with a mini telescope. An eighth kid, dressed like Allison, stood next to him.

“Why can't I go play with the others?” The girl asked.  

“We've been through this before, Number Seven.  I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you.” Reginald said as he lowered his telescope.  

The girl looked down.  “Oh.”

Eventually, Reginald came down to stand with the children.  

“Our world is changing.  Has changed.  There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary.  I have adopted seven such children.” 

‘You mean eight.’ (Your Name) thought to himself as he looked down temporarily, his arm still linked with Five's.  

“I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.” 

Many news reporters asked many questions.

“What happened to their parents?” One asked.

“They were suitably compensated.” Reginald replied.  

“Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?” Another asked.  

“Of course.  As I am for the fate of the world.” Reginald said.  

〰️

☂

Everyone was in separate rooms, having their alone time after the little dispute from earlier.  Klaus was still in the living room, trying to talk to their late father, but he ended up knocking the vase filled with his ashes over.  

Luther was walking through the hallways, reminiscing until he got to his room.  

Allison was looking through her belongings until she found a gold heart locket with ‘A+L’ carved onto the front.  

Klaus took the vase into the kitchen where he proceeded to take more pills.  

Diego laid on the couch in the living room, playing with one of his knives.

Vanya sat on the stairs, a solemn look on her face.

Luther eventually found a familiar record and played it on the record player.  

“I Think We're Alone Now” by Tiffany started to play.  

Everyone heard the familiar tune all throughout the house and they all started to dance in their respective rooms.  

Childhood nostalgia ran through their bodies as they all danced like no one was watching.  Even Pogo moved a little to the beat.  

But suddenly, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.  

The music stopped as the house reacted to the violent disturbance.  

The siblings all ran to the courtyard and saw a giant hole, surrounded by blue lightning.  

“What is it?” Vanya asked.

“Don't get too close!” Allison warned.  

“Yeah, no shit.” Diego said.

“Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.  Either that or a miniature black hole.  One of the two. 

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.” Diego insulted.

“Out of the way!” Klaus exclaimed as he came out with a fire extinguisher and tried to spray it but it was out of steam.  So, he just threw it at the mysterious anomaly only for it to get sucked in.  

“What is that gonna do?” Allison asked.

“I don't know.  Do you have a better idea?” Klaus asked.  

The anomaly got stronger and Luther ushered everyone behind him to protect them.  Klaus wanted to run.  Luther and Allison held hands.  

The electrical crackling intensified and someone emerged from the anomaly, arms out.  It disappeared and the person fell out of the sky and landed on the ground.  The sky cleared up as the siblings walked towards the person, who stood up.  He was dressed in a suit way too big for him. 

“Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?” Klaus asked. 

The boy known as Five looked at himself then back at the siblings.  

“Shit.” 

☂

The six were now in the kitchen.  Five was busy making a sandwich while the others watched in shock.  

“What's the date?  The exact date.” Five asked.  

“The 24th.” Vanya replied. 

“Of what?”

“March.” 

“Good.” 

Luther spoke up.  “So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” 

Five didn't reply.  He just continued with making his sandwich.  

Silence fell for a couple seconds until Luther stood up.  “It's been seventeen years.” 

Five scoffed.  “It's been a lot longer than that.” He blinked over to the cabinet. 

“I haven't missed that.” Luther muttered.  

“Where'd you go?” Diego asked.

“The future.  It's shit, by the way.” Five replied as he blinked back to the table.  

“Called it.” Klaus said.  

“I should've listened to the old man.  You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” Five looked up at the siblings.  “Nice dress.” He told Klaus. 

“Oh, well, danke!” Klaus said, playing with the article of clothing.  

“Wait, how did you get back?” Vanya asked.

“In the end I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Five explained.  

“That makes no sense.” Diego spoke up.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Five sasses.

Diego stood up to confront the boy, but Luther stopped him, holding him back.

“How long were you there?” He asked.

“Forty-one years.  Give or take.” 

Luther and Diego sat back down.  “So what are you saying?  That you're fifty-eight?” The former asked.

Five looked at Luther.  “No, my consciousness is fifty-eight.” He finished his sandwich.  “Apparently, my body is now seventeen again.” 

“Wait, how does that even work?” Vanya asked.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off.  Eh.” Five took a bite out of his sandwich.  “Bet she's laughing now.” 

Vanya was confused.  “Delores?” 

Five ignored her and looked at the newspaper that told him about Reginald Hargreeves’ death.  “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How'd you know about that?” Luther asked.

“What part of the future do you not understand?” Five asked.  “Heart failure, huh?” 

“Yeah.” “No.” Diego and Luther said together.

Five hummed before clicking his tongue.  “Nice to see nothing's changed.”  Then, he got a good look at his siblings again.  He realized that one was missing.  “By the way, where's (Your Name)?”

The other five siblings looked at each other, solemn expressions on their faces now.  “Well…” Vanya started.  “There isn't an easy way to say this.” Allison said.  “He's in a coma.” “He's dead.” Klaus and Diego finished.  “Diego!” Allison scolded. 

Five looked at his siblings, a subtle look of worry on his face, but on the inside, his heart was beating faster.  “What happened?” 

“Well…. like I said… this isn't easy to say.” As Allison tried to explain, they suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen.  They slowly turned their heads and what they saw shook them to the core. 

There stood…

(Your Name).

Klaus yelled in surprise.  

“Holy shit.” Diego said. 

Everyone else looked in surprise.  

(Your Name) was alive.

[nickeverdeen]

(Post- 6 year timeskip) Reunion with Klaus Hargreeves smut? (Kind of like Luther and Sloane) But after splitting up in the park and everyone went their separate ways, Reader left/moved away to finally try and get their life together because they felt that if they stayed around everybody else without giving themselves the proper time to heal from everything that’s happened (?) it wouldn’t end well.

(The reunion can happen another way if you feel something else fits!)

So, with being so far away for so long, they were surprised to even get an invite to Grace’s party, but they felt it was the right time to go. At the party, Klaus can’t help but feel glad he’s there all over again once he recognizes that familiar laugh over by the ball pit. They catch up and try their hardest to be cordial in public, but they both know they’re filled with enough longing to just *barely* be around everyone else before they’re told to “get a room.”

Reunion | Klaus Hargreeves x gn!reader

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x gn!reader (romantic), Diego Hargreeves x gn!reader (platonic), Five Hargreeves x gn!reader (platonic)

Type of fic: Smut, Post-Canon, Fast Burn, Reunion, Light Angst, Tiny Bit of Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Eating out, teasing, slight begging

Summary: At family reunion at Grace’s party Klaus decides to show you how much he missed you during those past 6 years

PS: Considering you didn’t tell me if reader has female or male body I wrote for female body as that’s a bit easier - the pronouns are gn ofc. I just simply don’t know how to write smut with gn body

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Version 1: Reader with Female Body (GN Pronouns)

Six years. That’s how long it had been since the park, since the family had splintered off in different directions. Six years of distance, reflection, and healing. You had moved away from it all, far from the chaos, the pain, and the memories that threatened to drown you. It wasn’t an easy decision, but you knew if you stayed, you’d never have the chance to rebuild yourself, to find out who you were beyond the legacy of the Hargreeves family.

You didn’t expect to ever return. That was until a familiar, unexpected invite arrived in the mail—a celebration of sorts, hosted by Grace. The invite had caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat as you traced the edges of the card. It was Grace, after all, and something in you knew it was time to go back, to see if you could finally face the past with the new strength you’d found.

The party was in full swing when you arrived, the energy of the gathering hitting you in a wave. Familiar faces mingled, some older, some new, but all seemed to blend together into a scene that was both nostalgic and surreal.

You kept your distance at first, lingering near the edges of the party, letting the atmosphere wash over you. But it wasn’t long before you heard it—a voice, a voice so unmistakably familiar that it pulled you back into the present with a force that made your heart race.

Klaus.

Your eyes searched the crowd, scanning over the colorful decorations and the mingling guests until you found him, standing near the ball pit, leading a conversation with Ben and a signature careful small smile on his lips. His eyes were roaming the crowd, as if searching for something, or someone, and when they landed on you, time seemed to stand still.

You could see the flash of recognition, the way his eyes lit up as they met yours, and the slight falter in his step as if he couldn’t quite believe you were there.

And then, just like that, the space between you disappeared as Klaus made his way over, his smile growing with every step.

“Look who decided to grace us with their presence,” he teased, though his voice held an underlying warmth that betrayed how much he had missed you.

You smiled, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Couldn’t stay away forever.”

“No, you couldn’t,” he agreed, his gaze softening as he took you in, as if memorizing every detail. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you.”

There was so much unsaid in that moment, a shared understanding of all that had happened, and all that had been left unresolved. But there was also something else, something neither of you had quite been able to forget in all these years.

For a while, you both tried to stay cordial, catching up on the small things, laughing at old jokes, and sharing stories of where life had taken you. But the pull was there, undeniable, and it wasn’t long before the tension became palpable.

“Klaus, I…” you began, but the words caught in your throat as he moved closer, his hand gently brushing against yours.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant as if he wasn’t sure what your answer would be.

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”

But before you could disappear together, you heard a voice from across the room—Five’s voice, dry and exasperated. “Jesus, get a room. This is a kid’s party.”

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to you with a mischievous grin. “Guess we should take his advice.”

The moment you stepped into Klaus’s room, the door barely closed behind you before his lips were on yours, the years of separation and longing pouring into that first kiss. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with all the emotions neither of you had been able to voice until now.

Klaus’s hands were everywhere, running through your hair, down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his heart was racing against yours, and it only fueled the fire burning inside you.

“God, I missed you,” Klaus breathed against your lips, his voice rough with emotion as he pushed you gently against the wall, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

You moaned at the contact, your hands slipping under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as you worked to get him as close to you as possible. “I missed you too,” you whispered, your breath hitching as his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin until you were trembling beneath him.

Klaus was quick to remove your shirt, his hands working with a practiced ease as he exposed your body to the cool air. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight before him.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he said, his voice thick with sincerity as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then lower, tracing a path down your chest.

You shivered under his touch, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Klaus continued his exploration, his hands and lips worshipping every inch of your body. When he reached your breasts, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it in a way that made you arch against him, a low moan escaping your lips.

“Klaus, please,” you begged, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, his free hand sliding down to unbutton your pants.

He smirked against your skin, clearly enjoying the way you were reacting to him. “Patience, love,” he murmured, though his own voice was strained with the effort of holding back.

But he didn’t make you wait long. In one swift motion, Klaus had your pants and underwear off, his hands sliding up your thighs as he knelt before you, his eyes locking onto yours as he spread your legs just enough to give him access.

You gasped as his mouth found your center, his tongue teasing your folds before delving into you with a skill that left you breathless. The years of separation melted away as he worked you over, his tongue and fingers moving in perfect harmony, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your body.

You were a mess of moans and gasps, your hands gripping his shoulders as you fought to stay upright, your legs trembling under the onslaught of sensation. Klaus seemed to sense your struggle, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he brought you closer to the edge, his tongue flicking over your clit in a way that had you seeing stars.

“Klaus, I’m—” you gasped, but the words were lost as your orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it as Klaus continued to lap at you, drawing out your release until you were left panting and weak-kneed.

He stood slowly, his hands trailing up your body as he pulled you into a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of what had just happened.

When he finally pulled back, Klaus rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he whispered, “I’m never letting you go again.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with emotion as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[siriusblacksbxtch]

Do you still write for TUA? If so, could you do a Sparrow!Ben x mreader smut? 👀👀

A/N: I haven’t written in years be gentle

Pairings: Sparrow!Ben x Hargreeves!male reader

Warnings: NSFW , top!ben x bottom!reader , arrogance , dirty talk , whatever else might happen

Summaru: After being sent to a new timeline the new Ben didn’t waste any time

He was such a goddamned asshole. From his emo hair cute to his evil smirk training you down, you already couldn’t stand him.

Your Ben was sweet, kind, gentle. This one seemed to be a spoiled brat who could take anything he wanted with simply a smile.

Diego had smacked you upside the head when he caught your gaze lingering far to long, although the dickhead behavior he was inexcusably attractive.

You slowly crept inside the Sparrow Academy, none of the rich prats insight as far as you could tell, your power being heat detection. You stared around the house, looking all too familiar to your own that had been thoroughly destroyed.

“What are you doing here asswipe?” Ben’s voice made your teeth immedialey grind, glaring down the egotistical maniac.

“Here to kick your ass if I gave a damn, but lucky for you I’m just visiting.” Ben scoffed at your comment, glaring you down but it seemed hard for the sweet looking boy to appear threatening.

“Do you always talk out of your ass or are you just feeling quirky?”

“At least I have an ass, bitch boy.” Ben snorted at your comment, obviously you had earned your mouth from Diego, the two of you stirring up the most trouble besides Klaus.

“What do you want?” He asked seriously ruffling his hair as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“I’m not sure,” you muttered your (e/c) eyes flickering to the ground.

“You’re not sure?”

“I just felt like I should come,” you shrugged. Ben stood for a moment in silence, glancing at the bar and wandering over to it.

“A drink?”

“Please.” You followed after him, the man pouring you and himself a glass of scotch as you leaned against the bar.

“What’s with your families’ obsession with me?” Ben rose an eyebrow taking a long sip from his drink as a soft sigh escaped you.

“You look just like him,” you muttered. “Ben was,” you shook your head, “Ben was the best of us. I had been picked up by Reggie at about ten, an old lady wanting her cut of the money brought me to the Umbrella Academy. He thought I could be useful, but really it was all just traumatizing. The others had been used to it, but I had gone from relaxation to army training.” You took a long sip from your drink as well, almost finishing it off. “Ben took care of me, was there for me. He was everything to me.”

Ben, not your Ben, but Ben none the less almost seemed to smile at the story, shaking his head.

“So when you look at me, you think of the boy that meant everything to you?”

You stared at him for a while, finishing the rest of your drink as you gave a slow nod.

“Yeah, of course I do.” Silence filled the giant room, still nodding your head. “Although you have caught my eye in the way he never could, we were just kids. We couldn’t explain how we felt. Seeing you is almost like, like a reminder. Knowing what I felt for him was real.”

Ben stared at you for a long time, all of the asshole personality you had seen seeming to fade away as he looked you up and down with a soft smirk.

“You sound like a genuine guy,” you scoffed at the half ass compliment, nudging him with your shoulder.

“And you seem like a pretty attractive guy if you weren’t such a dickhead.”

“Some guys like a dick,” he stepped closer to you, trapping you against the bar with his hands as a sly smile graced his lips.

“Oh, trust me,” you leaned closer your lips grazing his, “I love dick, but I like a sweetheart.”

“I could be a sweetheart for a night.”

You scoffed at him, nose brushing against his as you met his eyes.

“What makes you say that?” Ben swallowed harshly at the question, ghosting a hand over your cheek as he gave you a soft smile.

“Let’s just say, you’re our Ben in this world,” a soft air of calm fell over you both, “and I loved him how you loved your Ben.”

That seemed to be all the explanation you needed, leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Ben’s hands tangled in your (h/c) hair like they had been there a thousand times, the boy gripping at your clothes like it was his life line.

It was almost familiar, both of you reminiscing on your lost loves, but it was also brand new. Filled with a fire neither of you had explored since the tragic days you had both been through. Ben pulled at your black sweater, nearly ripping the fabric as he pulled you closer, pinning you between him and the bar.

“You siblings-” You gasped, hands tangled in his hair.

“Gone,” he slammed his lips into yours, “I promise they’re gone.”

You took him by the shoulders, pushing him back until you were both falling over the couch, landing on top of the beautiful boy.

“Are you sure?” He gasped for air as you pulled off your sweater, pulling off his top as well, a grin grazing your lips.

“More than sure.”

Ben grabbed you by the neck, thrusting his hips into yours as he pulled you back into a deep kiss, working his tongue into your mouth. His hands fumbled for your belt, you assisting him as you both stripped yourself of your clothes.

It was all too good of a feeling, the man grinning up to you with hooded eyes as his hands explored you in so many different ways. It almost felt like you were meant to be right here, on top of each other with soft smiles.

Ben’s hands squeezed your ass roughly, you soft moans filling the room as you grinded down on him, his heavy breathing following yours.

“Are you sure?” He muttered as he began to enter.

“Please,” you replied, stroking his cheek with a lazy grin.

He shoved himself inside you, keeping a steady pace as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Ben, please.” It felt like bliss, grinding down on the man as he guided his hips to meet your own.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” a shaky sigh fell from his lips. “Feels so good.”

“Kiss me,” you uttered. The man not hesitating to pull you to his lips as he sped up the pace.

Unwilling moans were falling from your lips as you sloppily kissed the man of your dreams, him hitting all the right spots as you did so.

“Fuck Ben! Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“It’s you,” he shakily replied. “You’re amazing. You feel so good (Y/N)”

“I want you to come in me,” you scratched at his chest. “Please Ben, you’re amazing. You’re so good please, please Ben.”

“I love you,” he muttered as he released inside of you, both of you moaning loudly as you came on his chest.

Both of you ignored the words that had slid past his lips, you more so ignoring the fact that they had almost spilled from your own.

You gasped for breath, sliding off of the Sparrow, knees touching as you gave soft glances to each other.

“Well that was—”

“Amazing,” Ben cut you off, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Will I see you again?”

You stared at the handsome man, a soft smile on your face as you leaned in for one more kiss.

“As long as my siblings don’t find out.”

[issdisgrace]

I want Diego to use me as his own personal pillow

[xospu]

Diego Hargreeves relationship headcannons!

(Fluffy and Angsty!!)

Pretends he hates touch but in reality he is severely touched starved.

He gets moody after work because he’s tired and gets overwhelmed easily.

Has severe self worth issues, usually you help him with this by telling him how perfect he is.

Sometimes he just cuddles next to you and starts crying.

You just hold him and tell him everything will be fine.

He does this because he gets overwhelmed and he can’t properly express himself.

Has unresolved trauma from his father, you try suggesting getting professional help, but he’s stubborn .

He sometimes says things while arguing that hurt you deeply, but he always apologizes.

He’s only made you cry once during an argument and he’s never forgiven himself.

Comes home from work and flops on the bed next to you.

He does this so you’ll rub his head.

Also loves when you scratch him, even if he’s not itchy, he just likes the feeling of your touch.

You’re both not big on huge romantic gestures.

A simple night out to a restaurant is good enough for you and him.

Even then, being near you is enough for him.

He loves watching you get ready for bed, he loves talking to you while you do this.

You sometimes go to get food in the middle of night and don’t get back home until hours later.

You both talk a-lot during these outings, mostly about life and how much you love eachother.

Sometimes when he’s anxious in public he subtly starts to hold your hand.

You both love that you don’t have to talk to each other 24/7.

Occasionally loves sitting in silence with you.

thanks for reading! this is my first tumblr post so pls be kind!!!

[worldgreatestarchersimp]

Dating the Hargreeves would include

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The Hargreeves x gn!reader

Lila Pitts x gn!reader

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Gifs are not mine

English is not my first language

A/n: Guess it looks like I´m starting to write again. So my requests are open again. But trought my time and school schedule it could take some time, because I´m also having big exams comming.

Luther Hargreeves

You love hearing stories about his life on the moon. He mostly thinks that his stories are boring but you assure him that you like them.

Since he lived on the moon you are his first everything. maybe not his first love Like in everything. First kiss, first time, ... Because of that felt insecure. He tought you would leave him because of this.

He was also scared how you´d react of his condition. He kept it a secret until Diego told him to tell you.

You were shocked at first but you didn´t mind one more reason to hate his dad

He´s the biggest softy and very protective over you.

He alwyas takes you out to cute picnics.

Diego Hargreeves

Let´s say he has type: badass people

You both meet in the box club.

He teaches how to throw knives

You both are gym rats. And always competion each other.

He´s trying so hard to be the ´Alpha-Male´ but fails miserably.

You and him annoying the rest of the family with prankwars

He´s a big cocky wannabe who shamelessly flirts with anytime and everywhere.

His love language is physical touch. He´s a big sucker for cuddling and doesn´t if he is big or little spoon rigth now.

You are saving him from from stupid actions and descision he might would do.

Allison Hargreeves

Fighting with her together against rasicm (it does not matter if you´re black or white or idk)

Raising Claire together. Spoiler alert she absolut loves you.

Being always on your side. We are not supporting S3 Allison inthis household

Finding Luther weird. Not for his condition. but for hid behaviour towards your girlfriend.

Finding her power extrem cool. But after hearing that faked her whole life with her power, the first big fight began. She assured you she wouldn´t do that to you and only did it to het ex because she tought she was a failure.

You wanted to believe her but you were scared that you were also in her curse or whatever it got called.

It was suprisly Luther who brought you two back together.

Klaus Hargreeves

Spontaneous roadtrips somewhere in the world.

You are the only person who knows he´s non-binary.

You both are the funny duo everyone is annoyed of. Like recreating memes at midnight or laughing always by just looking at each other.

You´re taking his drug problemn serious and helping him to sober up.

You are his second and hopefully last love.

Going shopping and catwalking the new clothes all over the hous just to annoy his family more. The only one who seem to enjoy it is ghostie Benerino.

He tells you at random momtents how much he loves you.

Viktor Hargreeves

He had massive trust issuses at first thanks to that bitch

To his birthday you bought him a violin, so could find peace in his playing again. But he got lowkey scared to end the world again. But he tried it anyways one night. When you heard him playing it was so beautiful. Since then he plays every night for you.

You comfort him after his nightmares.

Teaching him some self-defense.

Growing from hating Luther to liking loving him. And starting to hate Allison.

He teaches you how to play violin.

You are always reading to him, because he likes your voice and it comforts him but this little bean sleps always in

Lila Pitts

SARCASM

Your realationship is full of sarcastic comments. What confussed the Hargreeves and other people.

You are the only one she trusts after hearing, that her ´mother´ killed her parenets.

You two meet, because you were her mission, but she fell for you. So your realationship started with trust issues.

Suprisly it was Five who got you both together and played wingman.

She´s very cocky, but so are you. One thing she loves about you.

Teaming together upwith Five, because he´s the only one who´s not a man-child, acording to you.

She´s saving you from stupid actions and descision you might would do.

[talia-the-gemini]

ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯m

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎?

°•Prologue•°

Summary: After the near apocalypse in 2019, in a last stich effort to save the family Five blips all of you into the past, you and your siblings get teleported in between 1959 and 1963.

You were transported to February 1959.

You are the 8th Hargreeve member, your power is the ability to foresee the future (basically alice from twilight just better).

Paring: The swedes x reader poly

Word count:395 (very short ik T-T)

Warnings: None

Masterlist

Flashback

On April the 1st, 2019, the earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event. Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes. Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very siblings who brought it on.

10:00 AM

LOCATION:UNKNOWN

DATE:UNKNOWN

Falling through Five’s big bright blue blip onto hard, solid concrete in an alleyway was not what you were expecting. Wincing from the impact, you look at the blip anticipating for your siblings to fall with you. “KLAUS,DIEGO?”

You call out desperately for your family but to no avail they don't respond. After a few seconds more, the gateway closes, leaving you without a way out or siblings. Shifting to stand you survey your surroundings.

“Fuck, where am I?” Stumbling down the alleyway. “Holy shit..” You stare in awe at the historic sight in front of you. Different colored Cadillacs, Plymouth Barracudas, and Ford Mustangs, People wearing old timey clothing, many shops and a few diners line the streets as well. Glancing to the left of yourself you notice a discarded magazine with the date ‘FEBUARY 2ND 1959’.

END OF FLASHBACK

That was almost four years ago, so far you’ve acquired a semi stable job, a decent sized but cozy house and the cutest house cat (a fluffy black cat named Cinder).

After four years of barely paying bills and living by yourself in a different timeline you decided to get a roommate, to maybe ease the loneliness and help around the house and with bills, so you come up with an amazing idea, why don't you put up and add for a room for rent? Honestly the best idea you’ve had for a long time.

8:00 AM

LOCATION: DALLAS, TEXAS

DATE:JANUARY 4TH 1962

It's early in the morning, a soft breeze ruffles the trees in the backyard. You simultaneously stir your tea as you're lost in thought as you stare out the kitchen window, Cider hops onto the bench, purring while rubbing his head on your arm.

‘Thump,Thump,Thump’ The sound of soft but heavy knocking breaks your train of thought “Coming!” you hastily make your way to your front door, peeking out the side window next to the door you notice three figures, most likely male by stature. Opening the door cautiously you look at the three blonde men in front of you. 

[moonyswritinq]

five : "how did none of you hear what I just said?"

you : "I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours."

diego : "I got distracted about halfway through."

klaus : "ignoring you was a conscious decision."

luther : "I heard what you said, just didn't understand."

allison : "yeah, I don't care what you were saying."

viktor : "was I supposed to be listening to you?"

five : "you're all FUCKING USELESS!"

[desperate-daydream]

☂️ Umbrella Academy

❀ Five Hargreeves x male reader ⚣︎

A/N: @fandomz-brainrot you asked and here it is: the part two of "Together, we will save the world"

tags/warnings: meet the sibs, set in season 1 still, reader basically insults the sibs, I changed it a bit what happened etc., top/protective reader

Together, we will save the world pt. 2

The boy - who had finally told you that he was called Five - really didn‘t let go of your hand. And that was good because you would‘ve probably walked on the street without noticing while you listened to a summary of how he got here.

It blew your mind. And then you remembered having seen some of the old comics about the umbrella academy not even long ago. The boy you found cute was basically a superhero. 

He just finished with the story when you arrived at an expensive looking house with a fence and double doors. Five dragged you inside and the first thing you noticed was the staircase - plus a damn chandelier.

„Wow.“ It was the first thing you said since he had taken your hand.

„Precisely, yes“, sadly he let go of your hand as he said that.

„Five?“, a man‘s voice called from.. somewhere in this house.

„Yes!“, he looked annoyed already.

And suddenly you were met with several people - adults around thirty. „Five, where were you?“, one of them stepped closer to take a look at him worriedly, „Are you okay?“

„I‘m alright, Viktor“, he moved his head away from his outreached hand. Then he noticed you. While he had asked, the others had come closer too and noticed you as well.

A man in all black looked at you suspiciously. „Who‘s this?“ He pointed a small knife at you which creeped you out only a little bit. 

Five sighed. „Put the damn knife down, Diego. This is (Y/N), he saved my life.“

Then he looked at you again. “(Y/N), these are my siblings. Viktor, Diego, Klaus, Allison and Luther.“ He pointed at each of them while he said their names.

You did a small nod and an „Hi“ escaped your mouth. Viktor and the guy called Klaus (if you remembered right) were the only ones who smiled back at you. The others were still wary of you. 

„Okay, but what happened?“, the tall woman - Allison - asked, „He saved your life?“

„Yes“, Five started walking and signaled for you to follow him. So you did. The others did too. „Remember the commission I told you about. The Handler sent some agents after me. I was on the run - and to be honest on the verge of passing out.“

You had reached the kitchen and Five went over to make a sandwich with peanut butter and marshmallows. Only then did you notice that you hadn’t eaten before you were almost shot earlier. You leaned on the counter as you watched him and crossed your arms.

Five continued. „He got me to calm down and recharge for a moment but then they showed up and long story short without him you‘d probably have to bury me now.“

He was almost finished doing his sandwich when you spoke up with a smirk on your face. „You‘re gonna eat that?“ 

„Yes, want one too?“, he looked at you as he bit into it.

„Honestly, yes.“ He shoved the ingredients over to you and you went to work.

Meanwhile his siblings started talking again. But you only listened halfway - it was majorly a lot of raised voices so it seemed like nothing too important. Instead you looked at Five. 

You noticed the small bruises on his face that probably went to cluster all over his body. His clothes were ripped and well.. not clean. And another thing you noticed was his habit of going through his hair which made it look really disheveled. 

Your mind wandered off to other reasons his hair could look like this involving you and a bed - or literally any place. But you quickly directed your mind back to the still arguing siblings. 

And then you noticed how Five‘s siblings gave him the fault for all of this chaos - which was absolutely not right. You spoke up with a frown on your face. 

„Hey, this really isn‘t fair and it‘s not true. Don‘t you dare go and blame the one person here who actually tries to do something against the shit happening right now. He came back to save your unthankful asses and doesn’t even get a single pause since then because you can‘t work together like you‘re still in elementary. Have you actually looked at him for once - he almost died today. And it won‘t get better if you keep on behaving like that because then he surely goes outside again to overwork himself even more.“ 

You turned away from his siblings and gently took his hand. Then you went for the door - on the way you grabbed the sandwich you hadn’t eaten yet. 

When you were out the door you still didn’t let go of him. „Where in this weird thing of a house is your room?“ 

He directed you to a room that could‘ve been anyone‘s because of the little to none personal belongings. But the walls were plastered with all kinds of mathematical equations that you couldn‘t understand at all. From what you had heard out of his telling earlier these were most likely his own. 

„Have your siblings always been like that?“, you looked around the room and then decided to sit down in a chair in front of the desk. 

„Well, we‘ve never really had some kind of sibling-bond I guess. The old man was focussed on training and educating us so we‘d be able to fight and be elite, not on making us feel loved or like a part of a real family.“, he shrugged his shoulders, „It‘s been like that for our whole life.. well, apparently until I vanished and the others ran away.“ 

For a long time you both said nothing. You ate your sandwich - that actually wasn’t so bad - and Five looked out the window. 

“What you thinking about?”, you asked.

“Why are you suspecting that I’m thinking about something specific right now?”, he still didn’t directly look at you but you noticed a quick look from the corner of his eyes. 

“Because you have a certain look on your face and - from my observations - you seem like a person with a non-stop brain.” 

“That’s.. quite right.” 

He finally looked at you and his dark brown eyes pierced into your own. You felt a shiver down your spine and stood up without even noticing at first. But you didn’t stop and the other boy didn’t seem like he wanted to stop you either so you went to sit closely next to him. Now you two looked out the window together. 

After some time - you honestly didn’t know how much - you felt Five’s head lay on your shoulder. First unsure and slowly, ready to draw back if needed, but when he noticed that you didn’t have anything against it he relaxed. 

You heard and felt the deep sigh that left him and his frame relaxed more and more against you. You took a deep breath before being brave and slowly putting your hand on his thigh. He tensed a little and you were already about to pull your hand back but then he put his own on yours to keep it where it was. As a last brave step, that almost made your heart burst, you put your head on top of his. 

You sat there basically snuggled against each other for a long while. 

(And if later, when his siblings came in to apologize, they saw you both quickly separate after almost falling asleep on each other, they didn’t say anything about it. They would however be secretly very interested in this developing relationship between their overworked brother and this one guy who gave him happiness, protected him and reminded him to take breaks.)