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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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Yours Submissively ~ Honesty

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Hindsight

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Lying in bed, Steve awoke and saw an angel still in his arms. He smiled, smoothing the hair back down Belle’s back. She starts to stir, blinking a few times before looking up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi sweet pea. You sleep ok?”

“I did. What time is it?”

“Almost 4 PM. This meeting took me longer than I thought.” He smiled at her. “I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” Belle reached up to kiss him. “Is anyone going to be mad?”

“Probably Sam but I can handle that.” Steve continues to stroke feather like touches to Belle’s skin. “Now that we have kind of reconciled, what do you want, sweet pea?”

“I want you. I know that.”

“Alright. The feeling is mutual. Anything else?”

“I want to be able to hold your hand and be with you.” Belle chewed her lip, letting her fingers dance over Steve’s abs. “I want to sleep here with you.” She lowered her eyes. “I want a relationship with you.”

“I want that too. But we have to be able to talk about anything. So why don’t we do this?” He snatched her fingers and kissed the pads of each one. “I’ll order in and then you tell me about you. The real stuff and I will do the same.”

“That sounds like a plan Mr. Rogers.” Belle bit her bottom lip to hold in a laugh.

“Really Miss Davis?” Steve flipped them so she was underneath him. She giggled but stopped when he pressed himself against her. “We have things to discuss.” He started to kiss her face with wet sloppy kisses. “You’d rather giggle here in my bed.”

“I’d like to do other things in your bed,” she smirked back to him, finally pressing her lips to his. He deepened the kiss, slowly opening her, tasting what he could.

He pulled back. “We have time for this later, my love. But I’m hungry so let’s get up.” She pouted but pulled her lip back quickly. “Its ok sweet pea. No more punishments, I promise.”

“But what if I like some of the punishments?” she whispered.

“Well, that is something we can explore. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” Steve gave her a big smile. “C’mon. Up.” He pulled her up and handed her clothes. Once they were dressed, they headed to the living room. The room sparkled with the setting sun. Steve took out his phone and called for food while Belle got some water. Bucky walked in with headphones on, looking at his phone. He jumped when he saw Belle.

“Belle!” He slid the headphones off. “Jesus, you scared me.”

“So I can surprise a super soldier. Maybe that is my super power,” Belle said with a giggle.

“I was not… you know I’m not going to justify this. What are you doing?”

“Hydrating. What are you doing?”

“Waiting for Steve to finish his negotiations,” he said with a smirk. Belle blushed at his innuendo when Steve walked back in.

“Bucky, we have food coming if you would like to join us.” Steve was calm as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“Thanks punk but I think I’m going to head to Lila’s since I won’t have to be quiet anymore.” He shot a wink at Belle who rolled her eyes. Bucky grinned and went to hug Belle. “See, I told you it was a good thing.” He kissed her forehead and headed out.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “What was that about?”

“I almost kicked his ass this morning because of how loud he and Lila are.” Belle took a sip of water. “I’ve been up since 5 am because of them.”

“Sweet pea, I would have let you sleep if you were tired.” Steve caressed her cheek.

“I know but I feel better. Maybe tonight I’ll get some real sleep. Please don’t worry amore.”

“If you say so.”

After dinner, the couple sat in the living room with a bottle of wine. Belle began, “so you wanted to talk.”

“Yeah,” Steve rubbed his neck. “Maybe I should explain how this, me, how I started to be like, I don’t know, how I was, how I am.” Belle kept her eyes on him as he took a large sip of his wine. “After Sokovia and finding Bucky again, I was… I was tired. Tired of the fight, tired of trying to determine who was right and who was wrong. I stayed long enough for Bucky to get better and then I wanted to do something that would help people but also allow me to grow something that was mine.”

“So, you started Grant.”

“I started Grant. And the first couple of years was enough of a distraction for me not to notice other things that I needed. Being in charge and having control was something I didn’t realize I needed to have to function. Sex was easy to find. But control was not.”

Belle tried to control the barrage of questions that wanted to spill out. Steve looked at the face of his beloved and smiled. “Its cute when you are trying to hold back. You always chew your lip.” He tugged her lip free. “One at a time. sweet pea.”

“Who helped you find control?”

“Her name is Sharon. She introduced me into this life while I was still with the Avengers. But I really didn’t feel the need for it back then. Once the business was up and running, I sought her out to help me.”

“Are there like classes or something?”

Steve chuckled. “No. There are clubs that cater to this lifestyle. You learn how to do things so you don’t hurt your partner. As you know, there is some pain but if I lost the control, I could have hurt you. So, I learned to control that power within me.”

“Oh.” Belle is rocked but this news. Steve can read the fear radiating from her now.

“Hey, you were never in any danger. Bucky helps me in training, the workouts, so that the muscle part of me is sated. The rest is just my passion for you.” He kissed her softly. “I love you, ok? I would never do that to you intentionally.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Just got lost for a moment.” She took her own large swallow of wine. “How many?”

“I’ve had eight submissives before you. They were fun but not anything more than that. Until you.” Steve smiled. “I haven’t felt anything like this before you.” Belle smiled and leaned into him. “Talk to me. Tell me what I should know.”

“I don’t know what you don’t already know. You know I lost my parents when I was about one and my dad raised me until he died right after my 16th birthday. Some friends of my dad’s picked me up and took me to stay at a home in New Jersey until I was 18. I then got a scholarship through the Stark Relief foundation that took care of everything.”

“I know you said your dad died on the job but what did he do?”

“I don’t know. I know it was something secretive because a man showed up one time during dinner and my dad sent me to my room while they talked. I never questioned it because I knew he would do anything to protect me.”

“He sounded like a good man.”

“He was. He left everything set for me. Like he knew something might happen. Always taking care of others, that was my dad.” Belle shook her head. “Anyways, I met my friends, and they took care of me. Especially after I broke up with my last, I guess boyfriend, even though it wasn’t that serious.”

“Tell me about him.”

“He was older, worked for a military unit so he was away a lot. One day, he said he had to leave and wanted me to go with him. We’d only been seeing each other for a few months so I said no. I wanted to finish school and start my own career. I knew leaving with him would be stopping that for awhile and I didn’t have the money to start over if I gave up my scholarship. He was mad. Like raging mad. He said I was making the worst mistake of my life.”

“Do you think he was right?” Steve feared that she still pining for this jackass.

“No. I made the worst mistake when I didn’t give you a chance to explain and I left. I broke my own heart over my own insecurities.” She looked at Steve with honest, heart broken eyes.

“Oh, sweet pea, it was my mistake not to go after you.”

“But I’m glad we went through it. It gave me time to think about what I really wanted. To know its you. Its you that I wanted.”

Steve kissed her hard. Pulling her into his lap. “I’m so happy we are talking. That we are finally opening up to each other.”

“No more secrets.” Steve nodded.

“No more secrets.” He held her close to him. “So will I ever get names of these people who shaped your world?”

Belle giggled. “Why? So you can hunt the ex down or something?” Steve tilted his head. “You don’t need to, Hot Shot. He’s dead.”

“He’s what?”

“He’s dead. He died when the Triskallian went down. I found out later he worked for SHIELD.”

“Oh.” Steve looked confused. “I would still like to know his name and your father’s.”

Belle shrugged. “If you want. My dad’s name is Phil Coulson and my ex’s name is Brock Rumlow.”

Saturday started better than the days before. Steve was in the gym, running on the treadmill, going over his thoughts. He thought back to the night before. He had managed to keep his face from being in shock too much. It was hard enough to know that her father saved his life by sacrificing his own when he shot Loki to stop him from destroying the helicarrier. But to know that Brock made a play for her, sweet innocent Belle, left him in searing rage.

His mind went back to the day Rumlow actually died. The incident in Lagos that left so many people dead. He found Bucky right after and it was lucky that the King of Wakanda and Pepper had stepped in to help salvage the Avengers in their worst hour. Tony came to terms with Bucky’s captivity and subsequent brain wash. Steve came to terms that he couldn’t deal with saving the world so much. It was the catalyst for him to start Grant.

His legs pushed until an angel spoke. “Have a lot on your mind amore?” He slowed to a stop and turned to Belle.

“I’m processing everything. Running helps me think. Sam hates it because I always lap him.”

Belle giggled. “Remind me never to go running with you. Breakfast?”

“We could go out.”

“I like cooking for you. That’s how I think too.” She turned, her dark hair swinging around.

“Hey sweet pea, not going to give me a kiss?” Steve started to walk to her, wiping away the sweat with a towel.

Belle backed away. “Not like that you aren’t. Don’t you dare,” she squealed as she ran towards the kitchen. Steve kept after her, finally capturing her in his arms, her playful screams causing him to laugh as he rubbed himself all over her. “Gross!”

“Sorry love. Just needed you to dry me off.”

“You will pay for this.” Belle glared at him but failing when she kept smiling. "Now I have to shower.”

“Come shower with me and I’ll take you out.” Steve took her hand and she followed. He quickly stripped her in the bathroom and then himself before stepping in. He held her hand and helped her in. He let the hot water run over both of them as he took the wash cloth and soap. He lathered up and began washing Belle’s body. He could hear her sigh at the touch, and he felt his cock twitch. When he was finished, she took the washcloth and began her moves to wash him. He had to lean when she wanted to get to his neck and laughed.

They took their time, washing each other’s hair, feeling every part of their skins. Steve couldn’t wait; he lifted Belle into his arms and pinned her to the wall. “Hang tight my love. This is going to be quick.” He thrusted into her, causing her to moan loudly. He made quick work, his pace never letting up. He brushed a hand to her clit, feeling her clamp down around him, causing his own moan. “Please be close,” he said.

“Almost baby, almost,” she wailed as he started to move faster and rub her harder. Finally, he felt her let go and he followed after. He stopped and they caught their breaths as he softened to pull out of her. He looked into her eyes. “Birth control right?”

“Yes baby. I had them give it to me after the blood work just in case. It wouldn’t have affected any baby and I wanted it just in case.”

“Ok. I just want to be sure. I don’t want to lose you if we…”

“And you wouldn’t. Just promise me that we’ll stick together if we do.”

“Always my Belle. Always. I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Ok, breakfast. I’m starving.”

Leaving the diner by Steve’s apartment, Belle and Steve were laughing at some article in the news about steve. “Wait, so Captain America doesn’t have shield pajamas?” Belle kept laughing as Steve tried to maintain a straight face at the ridiculous notion. He pulled Belle close kissing her forehead and bumped into another body. “Excuse me.”

“Steve?”

Belle and Steve whipped around. “Sharon? What are you doing here?”

“Meeting a friend. Its good to see you.” They exchanged an awkward hug since Steve refused to let go of Belle’s hand. Sharon looked at Belle. “Hello. I’m Sharon Carter.”

“Isabella Davis. Hi.” Belle extended her hand and Sharon took it. Belle looked at the woman who changed Steve’s life. Blonde, tall, sweet looking, unsuspecting of her devious side. She could see why Steve went to her. That didn’t mean she like her.

“I haven’t seen you at the club recently,” Sharon said to Steve.

“Yeah, I won’t be going back.”

Sharon looked at Belle. “I see. Well, I hope you are getting everything you need.” The innuendo was clear as a bell and a dark look came over Steve’s face.

“I’m getting everything I thought I didn’t need.” Steve held onto Belle tighter.

Sharon understood now. That Belle knew about him and his particular lifestyle. She scoffed. “She won’t be enough,” she sneered.

“You don’t know anything about me,” Belle said, standing straighter and placing herself between Sharon and Steve.

Sharon stepped back at the stance. “You don’t know him like I do.”

That was the point that broke Steve’s resolve. “She’s knows me better. She’s everything. It was nice to see you, Sharon. Have a nice day.” He pulled Belle away and headed to the apartment.

“So that was Sharon. Nice lady,” Belle said sarcastically, hiding her fear from her words.

“Sweet pea, don’t listen to her. You are more than enough. I love you. Please forget about her.”

“I love you.” Belle kissed his hand. She plastered a smile, wanting to let go of her fear. “What’s the plan for today?”

“Either we can go do something or I can keep you in my bed. Haven’t decided.”

“I have to get ready for my first day on Sunday, but I like option two.”

Steve smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “Me too.”

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its-all-honey · 1 year ago

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The Umbrella Academy Season 3 ☂️

i last week finished watching the third season woo !! i used to be so obsessed with tua after watching season 1 that i even ended up getting all the volumes of the comics 😅 after watching season 3 i also reread all the comics back to back in like one sitting lol (spoilers for both the show and the comics coming up 🫣)

im gonna try my best to not make this sound super confusing when i talk about both season 3 of the show and volume 3 of the comics lol ------------------------------- the comic ---------------------------------so i went into season 3 having not previously read the 3rd volume of the comics meaning i had no idea what would happen, though i did know that the idea of hotel obsidian/oblivion was based off the comics BUT!! i found that the 3rd season of the show practically had nothing to do with the comics other than the title 😭 the plots of the show and comics across all seasons and volumes are both very different and season 3 was the most unlike its corresponding comic. one of the main differences being that the sparrow academy are only introduced at the end of volume 3 of the comics so i honestly dont know where the whole storyline for the 3rd season of the show came from i personally found the plot of the 3rd volume of the comic quite confusing and hard to follow as the perspectives and locations kept changing a lot so im actually rather glad that they chose not to portray the events of this comic in the show. that being said, i did like how each of umbrella siblings had their own storylines/adventures that they were on. probably my favourite storyline in the comics is vanya's ongoing recovery from volume one of the comics and also the pairing of five and allison which happens throughout the comics. i also like that luther and diego's rivalry is present across the comics. ------------------------------- the show --------------------------------- in the show, i find the characters to be much more likeable and more full of personality compared to the comics so season 3 did not disappoint in that respect. it was cool to see aspects of the comics continue to be translated into the show for example allison's reluctance to use her powers is a big thing in both medias AND IM SO GLAD THAT KLAUS FINALLY GOT TO USE THE FULL POTENTIAL OF HIS POWERS IN THE SHOW 😭😭😭 all the other character progression among the umbrella siblings is great as well!!! (we love senior citizen five) i liked the sparrows though some of them did not get much screen time and a few of their powers were a bit lame in my opinion 💀 (marcus and alphonso i am looking at you, sorry not sorry) i love love LOVE fei tho she is sooooo coool and christopher being just a random floating cube is so silly to me plus if you think about it, um some woman gave birth to that?!?!?!?! seeing sparrow ben just get subtly accepted by the umbrella siblings was so sweet like they were lowkey all just so happy to see ben again even if he's different. OH AND SPEAKING OF ACCEPTING!!!!! VIKTOR HARGREEVES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 madddd props to the producers/writers of the show for giving elliot page a trans character and doing it in such a good way ❤️❤️❤️❤️ im so obsessed with all the different sibling reactions to viktor (also vanya in the comics has short hair sooooooo) ok so a few things i didnt like so much was first of all, luther and sloane romance felt really forced to me and a bittttt weird but ive seen people say that luther was in his himbo era during season 3 so honestly i'll let it slide. secondly there's lila who i disliked in season 2 but then she shows up with stan and i loved stan he was so silly!!!! BUT THEN lila is suddenly actually pregnant😭???? idk man, it gotta hella crazy. um thirdly (this is gonna be a really hot take but hear me out), i know its the whole point of the show and its a reoccurring thing that happens but all this end of the world/apocalypse business is kindaaa boring now 🧍 i guess it does happen differently in each season so its not completely repetitive everytime and i must say that this time was actually my favourite end of the world lol hopefully, the finally season will resolve everything nicely but only time will tell i suppose 👁️👁️. im actually gonna shut up now though because this is getting so long and while i could go on and on about tua im gonna have to stop 😭

#the umbrella academy #netflix #netflix series #the sparrow academy #comics #comic adaptation

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tumblingxelian · 5 months ago

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I love how the Infestigator starts as this horrifying downward spiral of madness and obsession, culminating in a horrific manifestation before a live audience... & now he's just like, a chill insect with an obsession for mysteries and a penchant for raiding other people's fridges XD

Would low key make a "Oh that's still an Imago" reveal hit really hard too. Like, "Haha, you were taken in by the fact he's funny and forgot he wants more people to be infested with Imago & now Marinette's got a parasite in her brain!"

Or not XD

I imagine the conversation with class, cos like, how else is Rose going to tell Ladybug & Chat Noir save by going to Alya, Lila & Chloe, the only people she 'knows' have ties to Ladybug? So the rest of the class is just listening in while Marinette & Adrien get increasingly, low key panicked.

Though keeping it just between Rose, Chloe, Alya & Lila could also be fun, cos it'd force the three of them to team up (Wuth Lila wanting to beg off due to being sick) to try and get thi8s info to Ladybug & Chat Noir XD

Chloe: Well go on then, summon Ladybug. Alya: Wait, summon Ladybug? Lila: Uh, well, you see...

Chloe: Do the dance, let's see what happens. Lila (Fuck fuck fuck!) She was um, angry I taught you the dance & won't show up. Alya: What dance!?

Also more seriously like:

Rose: So that's what happened. Lila (Imago in her brain, pissed off, human in her brain dizzy & scared) Alya: Damn, this is getting out of hand, if they are telling the truth. Lila: I'm so sorry you went through that Rose, but Alya's right, he could be trying to lead Ladybug & Chat Nor into a trap!

Chloe: If he is, its a very committed trap, given Cataphiles, workers & police have been going missing. Rose: Oh no! Alya: Wait, what? Why didn't you tell me!?

Chloe: Because I hate you? & what difference would telling you make? Alya: Uh, well, I could report about it on the blog! Lila: That could put a target on your back though Alya!

Rose: But what do we do then!? Chloe: Well I've been trying to summon Ladybug with the Bee Signal, but apparently she's busy! Lila: That could also make you a target-

Chloe: Hawk Moth literally had me thrown off the Eiffel Tower on day two, and its bullshit to act like that's on me for being freaked out by Stoneheart! Everyone was! Alya: OK, chill out, nothing's going to get fixed if we don't contact Ladybug & Chat Noir, so let's just focus on that. Now, Lila, you said Ladybug's screening your u, dances right now? Lila: Uh, yeah, I really wasn't meant to tell Chloe about the spell, or tell anyone there was a spell-

Chloe: Amazing that she puts up with you. Alya: Can you go five minutes without antagonizing someone? Chloe: I'm here aren't I?

Rose: You know if you three work together, you might be able to get Ladybug really quickly! Lila: How, I have to wait for her to contact me, same for Chloe & Alya, Chloe: Ooh maybe we can overlay a big L and some glasses on my bee signal! Alya: I know that was meant as a sig but with some tweaks that might actually work.

Cortical Cocoon AU:

Actually, on the subject of food, how do you see various Imago going about getting it?

I mentioned the Infestigator setting up a dead drop or clandestine rendezvous with a delivery guy, or just going ahead and casually buying food like they don't probably have a warrant for all the hostage taking during their emergence.

But how do you see other Imago going about food acquisition?

Good question and hilarious mental images regarding the Infestigator.

"Well technically it was my human host who took the hostage not me." "That means you killed the man yourself after driving him crazy!" "We can't help how we're born." "So wait, are you that guy or a new guy?" "Excellent question! One you should perhaps also direct towards Miss Rossi . Normally I'd not interfere but Chameleons tend to eat insects you see."

As for other Imago, I think it'd depend a lot on their type, personality & obsessions, as well as how much destruction they are prone to cause on their own.

Like, Startrain probably has to grudgingly come back to earth and raids a space station to steal all the "space food" & takes off again.

Style Queen just orders the nearest server to bring her food and then maybe doesn't kill them if she thinks they did a tolerable job.

Princess Fragrance sends her loyal lovelies out to collect her food, or has her adoring attendants make her home cooked meals.

You get the idea.

Some of the more rational one's may even be willing to pay people!. Ya know, in theory, an autograph from Anti-Bug counts as money!

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nirby-wirby · 2 years ago

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So after this season with Five hallucinating Dolores and going to kiss her, some people are like, “see!!! he’s not ace!!” Which I don’t understand why its a big deal?? But like. Have you guys considered him being demisexual or demiromantic?

Obviously he had no reaction to Lila when they were fighting and she was naked. Why? Because he has no interest in her at all. They were enemies at the beginning of the season and by the end they were basically family. They saw each other as the annoying younger sibling.

The Dolores scene caused people to say he wasn’t ace, which doesn’t necessarily have to be true. Being asexual seems to be an umbrella term, but I don’t really know much about that. However! I have looked into demisexuality because it might fit me.

And honestly, it can fit for Five as well, while stopping the arguments from people who don’t think he’s ace. Demisexual/demiromantic does fall under the broad ace/aro umbrella and it refers to feeling sexual/romantic attraction after creating an emotional bond. It’s more about emotional connection, which Five definitely had with Dolores.

This idea means that Five can still want to kiss Dolores like he did in the hallucination while still falling under the asexual umbrella and not feeling anything when fighting Lila despite her being naked. (Though while fighting I would think people are mostly thinking about the fight and getting not super hurt. But that’s just me. But I know if it was Diego she was fighting he would have had a reaction, probably.)

Of course, demisexual is not the only instance where this can be true. It’s just an idea and a head canon of mine that may appeal to people or may not. It’s ok for people to disagree, of course. I’m just trying to offer something to appeal to both groups of people.

TLDR: Maybe Five is demi and needs an emotional connection with someone and to know someone for a long time in order to feel sexual/romantic attraction. Just an idea that no one has to agree with!

#five hargreeves #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy #my thoughts #I hope people don’t get angry because of this but I doubt people will see it anyway

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 4 years ago

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Seahorse (Spencer Reid x Trans Male!Reader) NSFW

Summary: Spencer and Y/N have always wanted kids. Here’s the time Spencer was brave enough to broach the subject of how they would go about it. Plus a few more times after that.

AN: @imagining-in-the-margins came up with the idea of Spencer’s trans bf having a baby amidst man many many prompts for Spencer x male!reader to indulge my daydreaming and I ran with this prompt.

Thank you to @writing-in-april for being my beta on this one! Couldn’t have done it without you, beebs <3

This is the NSFW version. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read! Here’s a SFW version of the story.

Word Count: 5.7k words

Content Warnings: Trans man is pregnant, coming off testosterone, impregnation kink, pre-op sex, allusions to Prison!Spencer.

Masterlist // Gif Credit // SFW Version

The halls echoed with the unbridled joy of little ones calling out “Nemo” and “Dory” at the sight of the clown and surgeon fishes. Spencer bounced on the balls of his feet as he looked around the next room in search of his goal. He stopped when Y/N spared a look in his direction, away from the tank that had captured his attention for a solid five minutes.

“JJ sent me a video of a shrimp solving a Rubik’s Cube the other day.” He grinned.

Ah yes. JJ had also sent Spencer a video of little Henry swinging a mini softball bat about just like Spencer had done. For one game and one game only he had insisted, despite Y/N’s own resolve that he looked hot in the kit.

The walk through the tunnel was the slowest slog Spencer felt, but it was the only attraction in the aquarium to properly distract him. Lights above them filtered through the water, bouncing off the painted walls of the tank in a blue glow. Various species in a perfectly balanced ecosystem swam around one another without a care in the world. A particular stingray flapped its body against the glass, and three children nearby laughed at its funny shaped mouth.

“I used to sit on my mum’s shoulders when we walked through these. Touch the ceiling as if I could pet the fishes.” And Y/N’s hands stretched up over him, his eyes following a shark that slinked overhead, “When I got too old, I’d just press my nose against the glass and stare back.”

Nerves returned at the sight of a circular tank in the centre of the room holding something familiar. Seahorses curled their tails around the plants that waved together like a crowd at a concert. Little babies bobbed about the parents, translucent and wriggly.

Spencer coughed and spoke while Y/N took in the creatures, “Did you know that the seahorse is the only animal where the male carries the children?”

Suddenly his throat was dry; the words he’d been rehearsing dragged to a halt. Y/N turned to face him properly, guiding Spencer to the left as a little girl stood on tiptoe to see the seahorses as he continued to struggle.

“Well, that might not be true actually.” Spencer choked a little on his words, his voice’s volume steadily declining into a soft whisper, “I know that some human men can have babies.”

Y/N’s face clouded with doubt for a moment. Then it clicked and his face cleared, “Spencer, tell me what you’re getting at.”

Spencer twisted his hands around one another, “Have you ever thought about us having kids… biologically?” He watched Y/N’s Adam’s apple dip as he swallowed hard

“You mean like me being pregnant?”

“Yes, have you considered it an option for us?”

The conversations of other aquarium patrons were forgotten as Y/N took his gaze away from Spencer. His eyebrows were low as he considered his words carefully. Y/N always thought about the implications of what he was saying, maybe a little too much. Spencer could be biased though; his impatience did not mix well with his anxieties.

Eventually, Y/N turned back with a brave face and said, “I’d have to think about it some more.”

“Ok.” Spencer nodded, his chin wobbling a little.

There was hope though: he needed to think “some more”. Implying Y/N had thought about this before.

Near the end of their trip, Spencer did find himself in a staring contest with a little seahorse plushie with large eyes and an anatomically inaccurate tongue hanging out. In all honesty, it was kind of ugly.

“Spencer, come on. You know how I get around stuffed animals.”

How empathetic his boyfriend really was, projecting feelings of love onto the inanimate objects then making the excuse that he had to buy it now.

Spencer did have to leave the toy behind though. Out into the sunlight of the parking lot, he winced before he put his sunglasses back on.

“Park?” Y/N offered his hand and smiled. It was an olive branch, something to say that Spencer’s query had not ruined their day out together.

Spencer accepted and squeezed his hand. “Park.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Y/N had a hand on their lower belly, some space between the fingers as if there was an invisible bump there to accommodate. His head had tilted while he thumbed over the air.

As drowsy as Spencer was from work, his mind was focused without a distraction on what he had seen through the ajar bathroom door. He could barely pay attention to the Doctor Who episode Y/N put on. In fact, he doubted anything could take his attention away from the idea of having a child with-

“What do you think about me being pregnant?”

Spencer’s eyes shot wide open, then they were covered slightly by his inquisitive eyebrows in his attempt find an answer. Especially with Y/N looking on him while he waited for him.

“I think you’d be so beautiful carrying our baby. But if you wouldn’t be comfortable, then I wouldn’t make you. We still have surrogacy, fostering, adoption to consider,” was his answer. Never a lie, but the truth was always softened.

Seemingly satisfied, Y/N looked back at the episode. But Spencer couldn’t wait anymore, forgetting about anything else in the world except for this.

“What do you think, Y/N?” His body leant in towards his boyfriend’s.

Squirming in their spot on the couch, Y/N hummed before he answered, “I froze some of my eggs before I started my transition. I also sold some, for a down payment on a house or my wedding.”

Spencer’s heart thrilled at the possibilities. A house together? Matching suits at their wedding? He almost neglected to think about the fact that pregnancy was suddenly a very viable option for their future.

Regardless of Spencer’s many, many thoughts, Y/N continued, “And I thought that perhaps, if I found the right person, I would like to carry their child.” His palm opened up to him and Spencer instantly took it. “I know you’re the right person, but I’m not sure I want a baby now.”

“Of course,” Spencer lifted Y/N’s hand to his lips, “Whenever we’re both ready.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Spencer pushed the dirty bedsheets into the washing machine; it wasn’t that big a deal. If the blood didn’t come out, then they could always buy a new set. Although they should really be saving money for decorating the nursery.

“Spenceerrrr.”

As the machine rumbled into life, Spencer returned to Y/N, curled up on the sofa with a heat pad to his gut. No amount of warnings from their doctor could have prepared Spencer for how emotionally straining it was to see his boyfriend suffering. Y/N was taking this a lot harder than Spencer – and rightfully so, it was his body that was changing.

“Why did I have to have such strong paternal instincts?” He grumbled with his eyes still closed.

Spencer let out a laugh, but it was cut off quick when Y/N whimpered loudly. He knelt down before him and cupped his face. Y/N’s cheeks were warm; his hands clung to Spencer’s wrists like a lifeline.

“What do you need?” Spencer asked softly and Y/N sighed, keening into his cooler palms.

“Can you tell me I’m handsome please?”

“You are the most handsome man in the world, and I adore you every minute of every day.” Spencer kissed Y/N’s pouting lips gently, “Handsome inside and out, I never wanna think about life without you. You just make everything in my life better.”

His fingers moved to brush away a tear that slipped down Y/N’s face and over the ridge of his nose. But he missed and it dripped onto the pillow.

“You’re doing so much for us, for our baby.”

“It’s not even real yet,” Y/N sniffled. His hands finally released Spencer and pressed the heat pad into him.

“It’s gonna be.” Spencer bumped their noses together, “We’re gonna be dads.”

A hoarse laugh met with a hint of a groan in Y/N’s chest, “Yeah. We’re gonna be dads.” That sound and those words were all Spencer needed to feel better. But he wished the same could be said for Y/N. The only thing he could provide was a promise of future relief:

“How about we order in tonight?”

“Ugh, yes.” Y/N burrowed his face into the pillow.

When their bed was made up properly, Spencer and Y/N cuddled together. Unfortunately, Y/N was restless, trying to find a comfortable position while his painkillers kicked in. Spencer kept his complaints to himself, allowing himself to be shifted around in Y/N’s hunt for relief. Honestly it was the least he could do.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“The reproductive process begins when a male and a female seahorse do daily pre-dawn dances, intertwining their tails and swimming together.”

“Well, it’s nearly nine, so definitely past dawn.”

“I’m trying to be romantic, Y/N.”

Y/N adjusted the bed sheets around his middle, “We don’t have tails either and - if I remember correctly - your last sexy swimming encounter ended poorly.”

Spencer flushed at the memory of Lila in the pool; another memory turned the pink to red. Y/N had laughed so hard his gut ached when Spencer told him about how awkward he had been around Lila. This was before the context of the case had been disclosed, promptly removing the space for any more laughter.

“Baby?”

Y/N was touching his face. Spencer’s head emptied itself of all thoughts of Lila. This was not what he wanted to be thinking about right now. Y/N’s laughter maybe, but none of the rest.

Tucking a curl behind his ear, Y/N leant in close, “If I’m ready, and you’re ready, you know what happens.” His eyes wandered down Spencer’s face, “And it’s not swimming together.”

But, just as their lips were about to touch, Y/N jerked away from him. “Wait, I gotta brush my teeth first.”

Spencer moaned with indignation while falling backwards onto the bed as Y/N disappeared from view. A few seconds later, he heard the electric toothbrush buzzing. With a burst of energy, he stripped himself down to his underwear – a petty way to get back at Y/N who had made it very clear that undressing Spencer was one of his favourite parts of their sex life.

When Y/N returned, with the minty freshness he apparently desired more than his own boyfriend, he said “What? You already did this morning?” His eyes looked down at Spencer’s chest and his lips twitched into a pout.

Spencer held back his grin, keeping his triumph at retaliation to himself as he said, “I wouldn’t have minded.”

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard, Spencer.”

And with that, Y/N crawled onto the bed, over Spencer’s body and kissed him silly.

Any remaining thoughts of sleep were dispelled as the men took turns worshipping each other’s bodies. Impatience chased them in their desires, deliciously enticing them to push the pleasure further and faster. While Y/N kissed his neck, Spencer’s thoughts fixated on how perfect his boyfriend felt pressed up next to him. He couldn’t wait anymore, he just had to get inside him.

“Let me put a baby in you, Y/N.”

A whine passed through Y/N’s lips at his words as he adjusted his grasp on Spencer’s body, a hand in his hair to pull him back in.

“Do it.” He whispered into the space between them, “Please.”

As quick as they appeared, the insecurities Spencer and Y/N were holding released. Their moans harmonised when Spencer finally pushed into Y/N. His legs wrapping around his skinny waist, luring him in. Spencer was enraptured by the feeling of his boyfriend’s weight against him. God, he wanted to go slow, appreciate Y/N for all he was worth. But his greed got the better of his intentions, eating up all of Y/N’s encouragements – both the words and the noises snatched from his throat.

When they were both spent, Spencer and Y/N sagged into the mattress, wrapped up in each other and the covers. The burning warmth of their bodies drew up two soporific smiles on their faces.

“You know, a seahorses’ body shape means that they’re inept swimmers, and they can actually die of exhaustion.”

Y/N poked Spencer’s sternum. “Is that your way of makin’ fun of my stamina? Give me a few minutes; I’ll be on you like a rash.”

Grinning at such a prospect, Spence continued, “They also mate for life monogamously.”

He felt two fingers touch his cheek, "Spencer, I love you and your endless fountain of knowledge.” Y/N paused to peck the corner of his lips, “But I’m not actually a seahorse. And, though I do plan to mate with you for life, if you wake me up before the sun is above the horizon for a ‘dance’, I'm gonna suffocate you with my new body pillow.”

“Oh, you got your pillow?”

“It’s en route.” Hence why Y/N was content to use Spencer in lieu of said pillow.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

When Spencer disclosed to Hotch that he would need some time off because he and Y/N were considering having a kid, first thing on a Monday morning, Hotch didn’t let anything on. There was a hint of a hint of a smile though. His eye wandered to the school photo of Jack he kept on his desk, and he was greeted with the memory that Jack almost shared a name with Emily’s cat.

Naturally, Rossi found out next. Technophobe Spencer Reid had left his computer screen on a website for baby blankets, and Rossi had been the one to pass by first. After turning the monitor off, Rossi took Spencer aside in the break room and spoke about how wonderful it was that he was going to be a father. Then he kissed both his cheeks, leaving with misty eyes and a smile that he wouldn’t explain to Penelope passing by. Spencer blinked then finished making his coffee.

The next conference room meeting – the same day and just for an update on the paperwork deadline - Spencer simply decided to drop the information that he and Y/N were planning on having a kid as if it was his thoughts on their next unsub’s motivations were.

Three seconds of silence later and an uproar exploded.

From then on, the week was filled with pokes and ribbing at his upcoming parenthood. A peek into the future.

After making her a cup of coffee, Spencer sat opposite JJ at her desk and asked for advice. Her response: offering Spencer the opportunity to babysit Henry more. Obviously he accepted; more time with his godson was always a good thing. Then she went into how parenting was just a natural thing that he would know when the time came. Not very reassuring on its own, but with his best friend’s support, Spencer felt a smidgen better.

Penelope admitted that she had saved outfit ideas on Pinterest for Spencer – among other members of the BAU. When Spencer dared to enter her lair, she showed him several. Apparently that wasn’t even a dent in her collection, and she had already placed an order on a little bow tie. Spencer left before she tried to organise a shopping trip; neither Spencer nor Y/N were really fans of retail therapy.

Derek was teasing away, “Spencer and Y/N are gonna be baby daddies.” And every single time, Emily would join in. She liked to claim she was the reason Spencer was having a kid, reminding him of when JJ was pregnant. He had been incredibly weirded out by the baby kicking, but Emily had asked if he had considered having “baby geniuses” and he never gave an answer.

To be fair, Spencer never could have seen this coming. That made it all the better.

Apart from when Derek began supplying a realm of baby names, that varied from “oh that’s actually cute” to “oh my god, why would you even consider that a name for a real child?” Spencer was happy to rank them aloud for him.

The cat was only half out of the bag though.

Now Spencer had always been affectionate when he and Y/N were together. But the second it spilled into their public lifestyle, Y/N knew something was afoot. He was quick to pick up on this when he went to collect Spencer up for a chilled date night and Spencer kissed his cheek in clear view of the entire bullpen.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t wait, but I do have my paternity leave arranged!”

The team swarmed to deliver their congratulations. And it was then that they revealed that they all thought that Spencer and Y/N were planning to adopt or look for a surrogate. Their embraces didn’t spoil the unexpected second part of their announcement; Y/N looked like he’d simply put on a few pounds rather than gained a baby bump beneath his button-up. Naturally, there was even more of a hubbub than before when they discovered that Y/N was already pregnant.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“Spencer, baby, you gotta calm it with the ocean theme.”

“But…” he pouted, holding up the finished mobile. Brightly painted sea creatures and chunks of coral dangled delicately in a circle. Sure enough, there were orange seahorses hovering about their habitat.

“It’s very sweet and I adore you for it,” Y/N kissed Spencer. “Not everything has to be related to seahorses though.”

“I guess not.” Spencer’s defeated tone did not last long. His face brightened and he whipped a blanket adorned with little seahorses and bubbles at the edges out of the cot. “But - this online store was taking commissions, and you always say support small businesses!”

Thank god Y/N had been the one in charge of painting the walls. An underwater mural would have been a step too far.

“You, Doctor Spencer Reid, are so…” Y/N’s hands were up in the air between them, searching for an adjective to describe Spencer appropriately. Then he settled those hands on his shoulders and Y/N kissed him.

When they drew away, Spencer spoke, “I’m so what?”

Y/N shrugged, “Just so.” He kissed him again, lingering longer than before and smiling as Spencer’s hands touched the obtrusive roundness of his belly that pressed into Spencer’s stomach. They were so close to meeting their little bubba.

“So are you.”

“Ok, don’t have a go, I bought this before the ban,” Y/N held out a gift, wrapped in sea-green tissue paper and bearing a blue bow.

Folding the blanket neatly over the bars of the cot, Spencer eagerly yet daintily unwrapped the present. As the tissue paper fell to the carpet, his hands trembled. Eyes shining, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the latest scan that was framed by tiny seahorses to thank Y/N.

There was more still, as Y/N explained, “There’s another behind there. I’ve seen the state of the one in your wallet.”

“It got caught at the bottom of the pouch,” Spencer said quietly, unbending the catch on the back of the frame. Sure enough, two of the same photographs spilled into his waiting palm. Truth be told, Spencer had already taped his torn photo together again and it was going to stay in his wallet. This spare would be in the post soon, on its way over to his mother. God, she was so excited to hold a baby again. The photo album would have to do for now.

“Could you maybe recant the ocean ban? Because I saw this and I knew it would really go well with the blanket and the mobile.”

Sighing, Y/N’s head tilted back, “What is it?”

The pretence of annoyance couldn’t be maintained towards Spencer’s face beaming back at him as he held up a wonky looking seahorse plushie. It wasn’t the same one he’d seen before. Some heartfelt child had taken pity on that one and given it a forever home. No, this was a perfect little present for his bubba.

Y/N thought so too as he let a grin settle onto his face.

“Ok, we can keep this one. But no more from now, alright?”

“I suppose. Besides, our baby isn’t our seahorse. You are!”

“You better not buy us a fish tank for my birthday.” A spike of nerves hit Y/N when he couldn’t quite catch Spencer’s eye to confirm his word. “Spencer? Promise me... Spencer!”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“How are you feeling, Baby Daddy?” Derek hugged Y/N who was reclined in his bed. His body pillow propped him up for his visitors.

Y/N wrinkled his nose, “For once, I wish I was a real seahorse and I could have just sneezed her out.”

Katia Nikola Reid definitely looked like she’d been sneezed on when she first entered the world, screaming her teaspoon-sized lungs out. Named after a hero of both Y/N and Spencer, one day old, bundled in a blanket, she scowled at Spencer’s dopey face looming over her while Emily held her tight.

A hoard of presents huddled in the corner of Spencer and Y/N’s bedroom. Emily thought it’d be a great idea to bring the baby an Ikea shark that was bigger than the child – and would definitely take up around half of her cot.

“She’s already got him wrapped around her pinky finger.”

“Yes, she does,” Spencer agreed giddily.

Next, Derek took her in his arms, untucking her arms from the blanket swaddle to give her a fist bump. He swayed her about the room while Katia relaxed a little more. The deep humming in his chest soothed the wrinkles on her forehead. Katia stretched as if to touch his face, and her mouth gaped at him.

“Aww, baby genius is ready for a nap.” Derek yawned too, “Who’s gonna micromanage me while I put her down?”

“Me! Me!” Y/N said, his enthusiasm muted by tiredness. Spencer leapt to his side, helping him out of bed, his teammates watching fondly as he did so. Y/N was allowed out the room first, Derek close behind and clicking his tongue at little Katia.

“She’s so sweet,” Emily said, her eyes on the pair’s backs and the dangling loose blanket from under Derek’s left arm. “I’m so happy for you both.” And she hugged Spencer tight; Emily always gave such good hugs. Good thing she was going to be around to give plenty to his daughter.

Then, down the hall, he heard Derek say with sarcastic resignation, “Oh Spencer, I thought Y/N was kidding when he said no more seahorse themed items.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Y/N ended up climbing into the bathtub with Katia. Even as she had grown into her chubby features, looking more and more like him and Spencer with each passing day, she was still so small.

Sitting up with her in his lap to help her out, Y/N lowered her into the warm water. His fingers tenderly rubbed the blackcurrant scented soap on her tummy, copying her expression as her tongue poked out between her gums. Her jerking legs rejected the water that Y/N’s hands cupped to rinse the bubbles off.

“Oh!” Y/N said in surprise as Katia sneezed, “Bless you.”

He heard the front door go, but he let Spencer follow the clues to their bathroom. Sure enough, the Doctor soon entered with his jacket shed, already rolling his sleeves up as he dropped onto the bathmat. A hand curled at Y/N’s chin as he kissed him before it stroked over the damp wisps of hair on Katia’s head.

“Hello. Hi.” His voice was that bit more delicate as he caught Katia’s eye and welcomed her big gappy smile.

Y/N tilted his head towards Spencer. “Good first day back?”

“I missed you both.” Spencer swished the water around by Katia’s side, “Isn’t it incredible how she’s experiencing all of this for the first time?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Spencer giggled away as the surrounding bathwater yellowed and Katia flapped her arms.

“Mind your language.” He said without any weight to his warning, “Our little girl can’t help it.” Then he stood and prepared her towel, a deep-sea blue that brought out her eyes. “Can I feed her tonight?”

“Of course, baby,” Y/N agreed as he lifted Katia out of the tub, where Spencer caught her and bundled her up with skilled speed. As he dried her off, Katia cooed away to herself. She did get a little pissed off when he dressed her up in a clean nappy and a sleepsuit, but Spencer couldn’t take her crumpled expression seriously without the tears.

The rocking chair had to be one of his best investments for his daughter’s room. It soothed Katia from the darkest of tantrums, a familiarity that swayed her. She fit so perfectly into Spencer’s arms and he fit so contentedly into the seat. Her eyelashes fluttered slowly shut as she drank more milk.

Not quite strong enough to sit up on her own, Katia leant fully into Spencer’s hand while he burped her – thankfully not for long. Then it was off into her cot.

Y/N watched him from the doorway as Spencer stroked the apple of Katia’s cheek while she drifted off into slumber. An effortless smile danced on his lips even as he switched the lamp off and welcomed Y/N over to see their sleeping babe.

“Love seeing you with her, Old Daddy Spencer teaching her everything she’ll need to know.” The kiss that followed was certainly not appropriate for their daughter’s nursery, so he took Y/N by the hand, leading him into the hallway. Even then, between the short pecks that pressed against his lips, Y/N continued to talk, “Is this how you felt while I was pregnant?”

Breath hot against his face, Spencer swallowed hard while Y/N said, “Seeing my handsome boyfriend carrying our child? I think I get it now.”

His hand slipped up Spencer’s shirt. It was crystal clear what his intentions were. Spencer was already close to panting when he pulled Y/N flush against him. With more desperation this time, they fumbled around their home until they made it to their bed. Spencer’s hands aligned with the stretch marks on Y/N’s thighs as he grabbed them and pulled him on top.

He huffed as Y/N’s teeth tugged and released his bottom lip, “We have to be quiet.”

“I can be quiet.” Y/N ripped off his shirt in one smooth movement, “Can you?”

Spencer couldn’t give an answer. Instead he pulled Y/N back against him as they fell onto their sheets.

Their first time in months, it didn’t last very long, but it was exactly what they needed.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

The biggest surprise of the evening was that Rossi put down his drink to hold Katia. To be fair though, he had already had a few. Hence why he was singing and dancing around the garden with Katia in his arms. What a sight to behold, it eased the pain of Derek and Hotch’s absence, their own kids to take care of now.

Eventually Rossi relented, allowing Penelope to take Katia, turning to Y/N who had kept a watchful eye on his actions, “Promise me you’ll bring her over when she’s allowed to eat food.”

“I can’t give her your food for her first taste. She’ll be disappointed for the rest of her life,” Y/N joked, Rossi letting out a boisterous laugh that made Katia giggle in turn.

Penelope got to hold Katia next and show her off to Henry who was very intrigued to learn more about his godsister – Spencer told him that was who Katia was and it stuck. Henry became Penelope’s little shadow until they found a seat for him and a cushion for his lap to hold the baby. His joy unbridled at such a responsibility was adorable. He posed for many photos, while Katia for once stayed quiet.

Spencer was tired but the best kind of tired. A night in with friends, watching his boyfriend and his daughter be welcomed as much as he was, it wasn’t a surprise but it was always a delight. And this moment right now, Y/N cradling Katia’s with one hand squeezing her little foot before he planned to take her into Rossi’s office? What a life they had cultivated together. As he sipped his drink, the bliss in his tummy was not doused by it.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Slouching on the sofa, Spencer watched with tired eyes as Katia stumbled in the room, her hands held in Y/N’s while she waddled between his legs. Her round face lit up at the sight of Spencer. Her pace increased beyond her abilities and Katia swung forward a little as she almost fell over.

“Oh dear,” Y/N cooed while Katia got back to her unstable feet. “That’s it, there we go.”

Spencer wished he had the energy to properly appreciate this moment, especially since both his boyfriend and their daughter were grinning like they shared a secret.

Katia dropped down onto her nappy-cushioned bottom then began to crawl over to Spencer’s feet. His hands, although dirty, rough and near ruined, accepted her offer and lifted Katia up into his lap. They stayed for safety around her middle, keeping her sat up straight as she looked on him with those big eyes. Eyes that were fresh and untainted copies of his own.

Y/N sat down beside Spencer, leaning in close to Katia so he caught her attention, “Hey, why don’t you show your Daddy what we’ve been practicing?”

Looking away from both her Dads, Katia drooled and pushed her fist in her mouth. Y/N waved until he and Spencer were back into her line of sight.

“Go on, sugar plum.” He pointed to Spencer, “Who’s that?” And he mouthed the answer to her.

“Dadadadadada.”

It was barely above a whisper. But her little grin, the top of a tooth poking out of the centre of her bottom gums, the way Katia looked at Spencer when she said it? A soft “oh” fell from Spencer’s lips and he clutched her close, her chubby arms barely reaching around his neck. His breath shaking out of him, he kissed the thick thatch of hair that had sprouted in his absence. He could feel Katia whispering “Dadadadada!” again.

“That’s me, Katia, I’m your Dada.” He sniffed back the sting in his eyes at the absolute proof that, in his time away from her, she had remembered him. When he moved away, placing Katia back into his lap, he closed his eyes as Katia’s scrabbling fingers rubbed across the tip of his nose.

Katia made a sudden attempt to stand, throwing her entire bodyweight towards Spencer. Spencer’s breath was snatched from his lungs and the tension remained even after he caught her with ease.

“You ok?” Y/N said and Spencer noticed that his hand was supporting his against Katia.

Spencer nodded weakly, “Hmm, you?”

“Better now.” Y/N let his hand go and began rubbing Spencer’s back in the same circular motions that Spencer rubbed Katia’s.

A tug snagged Spencer’s head to the left and he tutted as Katia grabbed at his cheek, “Ow, Katia, no.”

Instead, Katia took a fistful of the next thing she could find, which was Spencer’s hair, and she cried out an identical (if higher pitched) “Ow!”

“You hurt Spencer, not the other way around, Katia. Stop faking.” Y/N scolded playfully.

But Katia repeated Spencer’s outburst again, “Ow!”

Y/N lifted Katia’s little fist from Spencer’s hair, and it immediately clamped down on Spencer’s finger as an alternative to wave about.

Spencer kissed her hand, still so tiny and forgiving against his. He looked at Y/N, blinking fast as he half-heartedly said, “She’s so like you.”

The lock of hair Katia had yanked on curved around Y/N’s touch as he put it back into the disarray of fluff that stood around Spencer’s head, “That’s funny, because I think she’s so like you.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Tilting the pram onto its back wheels, Spencer pushed it up the step and into the aquarium tunnel. Katia lay back in her seat while gumming on her blanket corner. Her eyes were ready to take in the sights.

Y/N knelt before her, suffering a few kicks to his knees from Katia’s excitement. Her pram clips were undone. Little Katia was released into her Daddy’s arms then plonked up onto his shoulders. Her starfish-like hands pressed up against the glass. Her mouth became as wide as her eyes as she pointed at the stingray rippling past. She had seen fish before (Carl and Rosalind at home) but never like this.

“Yeah, that’s a ray, Katia,” Y/N rubbed his fingers over her back, his hands still to keep her steady.

Spencer pointed his finger right next to hers, “They use their electro-sensors, not their eyes, to find their meals which consists of shrimps, clams, and -”

Katia shrieked – interrupting his and she smacked her hands against the glass. No one seemed to mind though. Some patrons in the tunnel even chuckled at her behaviour. Like she needed any more encouragement, especially with Y/N grinning up at her and tickling her sides to elicit more laughter from his daughter.

When Spencer’s hand dropped, Katia shouted again. A little confused, he returned it and Katia took his finger in her hand then began dragging the tip across where the ray was.

“She wants it as a pet, what do you say, baby?”

“I thought you said not to get you any fish for your birthday.”

Eventually Katia was returned to the pram. Her head was thrown back to watch the rest of the tunnel go by. Then she hid her face in her blankie once they were out in the last few exhibits. There was a little tug of war to get her to let it go (she was a lot stronger than Y/N gave her credit for) and see the one other exhibit that both parents were invested in.

Taking her hand again, Spencer squatted beside the pram. “Hey look, the men seahorsies have the babies. They’re just like your Daddy.”

“Your favourite Daddy,” Y/N ruffled Spencer’s hair while Spencer pretended to be outraged. Katia caught onto the dramatic expression Spencer was wearing and copied him with a gasp added for good measure.

“What d’you reckon, any of these were babies when we went to visit last time?”

“Well, Y/N, the lifespan of these seahorses is approximately a year. So they could be.” He knew it was unlikely but, for the sake of the smiles on Y/N’s and Katia’s face, Spencer let it be.

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Mismatch- Part 5

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

Fine if meeting them didn’t give them a clue maybe this will.

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“So Tim said you have a lot of siblings?” Marion asks Dick as they walk down the hall, he chuckles.

“You could say that, we aren’t all blood, but we’re still family,” He guides them down the stairs, the elevator not being large enough for the whole class.

“Doesn’t matter to us,” Marinette chimes in, “We’re adopted too, we never met our birth parents,”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Marion hums, “I don’t think Aunt Selina is actually related to Papa either,”

“People always say that we look like her though,” Marinette smiles, “Although they do say the same about Maman,”

“I’m sure you’ll fit right in with us, you’ve got the whole black hair, blue eyes going for you,” Dick jokes, as they reach the end of the stairwell, “On this floor we have some of our publicity team who manage the image for Wayne enterprises and the Wayne family,”

“It’s still kinda rude for him to ignore you,” Alya was clearly unaware of her own hypocrisy. Dick ignores them in turn and carries on.

“Bruce was just surprised, I didn’t want to interrupt,” Lila explains, clearly not having heard any of the conversation between the newly acquainted cousins.

“Hopefully you get some time with them, if the twins don’t hog it all,” Sabrina glare can be felt.

“I’m sure once the shock runs out they’ll have plenty of spare time to catch up,” Lila gloats, “I have known the Waynes a lot longer, the twins are just strangers,”

“You two do seem pretty strange to me,” Dick whispers teasingly, before speaking out to the rest of the group.

“You have no idea,” Marion glances at his satchel carrying two small gods.

“-I’ll talk to them,” Kim speaks up, speeding up to reach the twins. Lila having said something in the five seconds they weren’t paying attention that caused him to take action.

He walks over to them, to his credit only hesitating slightly under Kagami’s glare.

“Hey, you should know Lila’s pretty upset you didn’t let Bruce say hello,” Kim whispers to him, even though everyone could hear. Marion stops and turns to him.

“Kim, if Bruce wanted to say hello he would have,” Not that Bruce would have, “In case you didn’t notice we were talking with Dick most the time,”

“I just think you should back off, Lila doesn’t get to see the Waynes often,” Kim frowns, glancing back at Lila who was playing her part, looking distraught.

Marion tries not to smirk, thinking; ‘Clearly not as she can’t recognise one right in front of her’

“Kim you know we don’t get to see our Aunt often,” Marion scolds, Kim flinches probably at reminder they were childhood friends, “Mr Wayne can invite whoever he wants, he could be literally anyone, I don’t care, I just want to spend time with my Aunt,”

Marion leaves the shocked Kim behind, he rejoins his sister and friends.

“The idiot doesn't talk to you for weeks but comes running the second Lila beckons, ridiculous,” Chloe is glaring back at the boy who is talking to Lila now, as her frown grows.

“Maybe he’s telling her to back off?” Marinette rubs comforting circles on Marion’s shoulder.

“I doubt it, he’s pissed at me for some reason,” Marion shrugs, Marinette takes the hint and drops her hand with one last pat.

“Probably Lila related,” Adrien says sadly, as Kim rubs his head sheepishly with a quiet laugh.

“Can’t completely blame her,” Marion speaks the most unlikely words, “You guys know how we are with plans,”

“A true friend would not betray you for a few cancellations,” Kagami fumes, as they walk through an office area with a view looking down at the street below, “Adrien and I also have similar situations,”

“That’s right, I’m the only one in this group with any sense of punctuality,” Chloe boasts teasingly, Dick doesn’t interrupt them.

“You were once an hour late for a picnic cause you were doing your hair,” Marion snickers.

“Did you see my hair that day?” Chloe gestures to her hair, “Worth it,”

“It was-”

Kagami was cut off by the loud shattering of glass. Everyone ducked as glass spilled everywhere, shouting or screaming. Marion drops into a defensive stance, Marinette, Kagami, Chloe and even Dick doing the same. Marion watches as a figure lands on a desk with a grunt, an employee hiding underneath it. Marion's eyes go wide as he watches Red Hood- the Red Hood trying to push himself up. His totally-not-fanboying is cut off when a villain he doesn't recognise jumps through the broken window. Marion watches as the villain takes slow purposeful strides towards Red Hood, glass crunching underneath his boots. Marion ignores Dick as he tries to herd the class out of the room, most employees already making their way to the emergency exits. Minus the one who was trapped underneath Red Hood.

“Well Hood, seems I’ve got you,” The villain looms over him, taking aim.

Marion sprints into action, using his momentum to tackle the villain. Sending him off balance, bullet hitting the opposite wall. First order of business; the gun.

“What the-get off,” The villain aims the gun at Marion, the angle making it hard as Marion is standing on the opposite side.

As he turns Marion holds on tighter lifting his feet off the ground. Putting the villain off balance again and keeping Marion out of reach. Marion uses the hesitation to slip behind him, vaulting onto the villains shoulders. He wraps his legs around the villains neck

“You little-” Both arms come up out of instinct to get him off.

Marion grabs the arm with the gun, holding it with both of his. Pointing the gun up to the ceiling. A punch connects with his side, the impact muted by the bullet proof armour he wears underneath. Marion looks behind them, judging if the space is big enough to pull him down without hitting the desks. He also looks further back, making sure no one would be in the path of gunfire. Deeming that both are clear he leans back, making the villain shout as he loses balance, sending them both down. Marion falls as safely as possible in his position.

They hit the ground with a grunt. The villain loses all the air in his lungs because of the impact. Marion doesn’t risk losing his grip on the villain to disarm him. He keeps his hold as steady as possible as the villain starts to struggle. The punches to his side start to give a dull ache, the angel making the blows less powerful at least. Great, this was usually the part where Ladybug would swoop in. In light of any magical Ladybugs marion squeezes his legs tighter, trying to make the villain pass out. The villain starts firing his gun blindly, Marion flinches at the sound, far too close to his ear. Making him realise just how close the gun was to his head, he closes his eyes and turns away instinctually. He braces for another blow but it doesn't come, then the shooting stops.

“Fuck,” The villian shouts, Marion opens his eyes turning his head towards the gun. He sees the heel of a boot pressing down into the villain's wrist. The grip on the gun goes lax and the boot kicks it away.

Marion follows the leg up to see Red Hood standing over them. The angle making him seem much larger, casting a shadow over Marion. The expressionless mask staring right down at him. Marion gulped, yeah that might be slightly intimidating

“Sorry,” Red Hood grunts, pulling the villains arm at an unnatural angel making him yelp.“Getting thrown through a window ain't fun,”

“Tell me about it,” Marion knows exactly how that feels, as Chat Noir, and this guy is just a human. How quickly did he get back up? It couldn't have been over a minute in the scheme of things. And oh wow he was still standing over him and Marion was having a hard time keeping his eyes on his face or rather helmet.

“I think he’s out,” Red Hood says with a slightly amused tone.

Marion jolts, not having even noticed how the villain stopped struggling. He relaxes his grip cautiously, ready to hold back on if he starts moving.

“Pass me that arm,” Red Hood says, taking out a pair handcuffs snapping them around the wrist he was already holding.

Marion just keeps staring until Red Hood starts to just reach down. He startles, thrusting the limp arm into his hand and scrambling up, trying not to blush. Red hood secures the villains wrists before dropping them. He steps to the side and pushes the villain out of the way.

“Are you ok?” Red Hood crouches down to ask, Marion stares dumbly, “What's your name? Where are you?”

“.... Marion…. Wayne Tower….” Marion falters a little(a lot) star struck, before realising why he’s asking, “I don’t have a concussion! I’m fine really!”

Red Hood nods, standing back up. He reaches out an arm to help Marion up. Marion wants to take his hand, he really does, but his arms don’t seem to be moving. He’d probably just trip over anyway. Red Hood lets his arm drop once its clear Marion won’t be responding anytime soon. Instead he reaches down and throws the unconscious villain over his shoulder.

“I’m sure you’re going to get plenty of lectures on how stupid that was,” Marion cringes at the harsh tone “So… thanks…. that was really brave,”

Marion is left to internally combust as Red Hood swings out the window with a grappling hook.

“Marion! Mari! Are you ok,” Marinette rushes to him, followed by the rest of the class.

“What just happened?” Marion is still staring at the spot Red Hood disappeared from.

“Dude, you took that guy down in seconds!” Nino exclaims, Marion fixes his glasses only the magic of the miraculous keeping them on.

“Huh, it felt longer,” Marion turns to his class to see everyone, minus Lila, looking down at him with concern.

“We need to get you checked out,” Dick helps him stand,“There's a medical bay in Wayne tower, lets go,”

Marion just nods, slowly coming to himself to realise he was very much not alright. He clutched his side that ached, armour shielding the majority of the damage didn’t mean it wasn’t hurting. His back also hurt from landing on the ground, luckily Marinette had reinforced his jacket so he knew it wasn't cut up. Apparently he had gotten away with no cuts, as he had kept his head off the ground and was wearing reinforced gloves. His ears were ringing from the gunshots, in hindsight, that hold wasn’t the best idea, but they rarely had to deal with actual guns so he was left unprepared.

They reach the medical bay, Dick trying to get his classmates and teacher to calm down the whole way. Marion didn’t answer any of their questions, knowing he had to consider his answers carefully. He made sure to pass Marinette his baton, for her to hide in her backpack. In the medical bay there were a few employees who were part of the attack getting their cuts disinfected. Marion gets a thank you from an employee who he recognises as the one trapped under the desk. Marion nods in response, being guided to a seperate room only Marinette was allowed into.

The nurse checks him over, revealing a growing bruise on his side. He seems surprised it's not worse after Marinette explains what happened, luckily he doesn’t notice anything amiss about his clothes. He also checks his back, telling him it should be fine in a day or two and if it’s not, to see a professional. Marion knows that even if something is wrong his increased healing ability from his time as the black cat would set it right.

“The ringing should wear off in a few days,” Marion knows it will stop by the end of the day, “It’s a natural symptom after loud noises,”

Marion nods and the nurse leaves him to rest, letting Marinette watch over him.

“That was reckless,” Marinette states simply, as soon as the door closes.

“Can we save the lecture for later?” He rolls over on the bed the nurse insisted he rest on.

“Marinette is right,” Tikki flies out of her purse, followed by Kaalki and Plagg. Plagg doesn't say anything just comes to sit on Marion’s chest. “Your whole class was watching,”

“I know! I just wasn't thinking!” Marion pats Plagg's head, silently telling him he’s alright.

“I don’t know,” Marinette leans back and smirks, “I think you were thinking of one thing in particular,”

“No, go back to the lecture,” Marion buries his face in the pillow.

“So how was meeting him? You seemed a little flustered,” Marinette leans her elbows on her knees and holds her face.

“Ugh, I was totally embarrassing, wasn’t I?” Marion fixes her with pleading eyes.

“Oh, definitely, you also completely ignored him trying to help you," Marion screams into the pillow,

“This seems to be an effective punishment,” Kaalki muses, zipping away with the rest of the Kwamis when someone knocks on the door.

“Come in,” Marinette calls, as Marion sits up.

“Marion Cheng-Dupain, explain yourself!” Aunt Selina bursts through the door.

“Auntie! Who I love so much, so good to see you, did I tell you that you look lovely today,” Marion shifts back as she approaches.

“Nice try, why did I get a call from Dick telling me you were in the medical wing?” She stops to stand in front of him, hands on hips.

“I assume it’s because of the villain attack,” Marion glances at the door to see Dick peek in before closing it, “But I’m not sure,”

“A villain attacked you!” Selina bellows, Marion realises its probably a good thing he can't give her their name.

“Well no. The villain attacked Red Hood, I attacked the villain before he could attack Red Hood,” Marion rambles making gestures to explain the process. Marinette gives him a flat look.

“So you thought attacking a villain unarmed was a better idea then running away?” Their Aunt looks horrified through her anger.

“Yes that would be the gist of it,” Marion agrees, Marinette face palms.

“Don’t worry I’ve already given him a lecture,” Marinette covers and Marion knows he owes her one.

“What am I going to do with you?” Their Aunt sighs rubbing her face.

“Give me a hug and ask if I'm alright?” She rolls her eyes knowing exactly what he’s trying to do, but sits down next to him anyway.

“Come here you two,” Marinette comes and sits next to her and she pulls them both in for a hug, “You’re not allowed to scare me like that ever again,”

“Ever?-ouch,” Marion yelps as Selina pinches his cheek playfully.

“You’re meant to say ‘sorry I won’t do it again’ and then be sneakier about it next time,” She scolds, as Marion rubs his cheek.

“I promise next time I decide to impulsively fight a villain you won’t find out about it,” Marion swears, making their aunt roll her eyes.

“You’re a brat,” She ruffles his hair, not that it wasn't already messy.

“I get it from you,” Marion grins, Selina sighs.

”... yes you do,” She gives him a sad little smile and they fall into a familiar silence.

This was something their Aunt did often, randomly becoming solemn and closing off for a little bit.

“Marion, Marinette are you ok?�� Madame Bustier pokes her head through the door.

“Yeah, nurse said I’m fine, just a few bruises,” Marion sees her relief, "Did you call our parents?"

"Yes I called yours first, I told them you were being looked at," Madame Bustier explains, "You should call them soon,"

"We will," Marinette promises, neither looking forward to that conversation.

“Alright then, are you free to go?” Madame Bustier asks, “The rest of the tours been cancelled and the class is ready to leave,”

“I’ll take them,” Selina steps in, hugging them tighter “I’ll drop them off at the hotel later,”

“Alright then, don’t stay out too late” Madame Bustier gives them a smile, disappearing behind the door.

“She isn’t even going to ask where we’re going,” Their Aunt huffs, glaring at the door.

“Aren’t we going to dinner?” Marion asks, Marinette nodding.

“I was planning on just letting you rest without your classmates bothering you,” Their Aunt admits

“I’m fine, I want to go to dinner," Marion receives an unconvinced look from their Aunt.

"Please,” They chorus using their twin powers, that breaks her.

“Fine, fine," She relents, ruffling his hair again, Marinette's hat sparing her, "But Bruce probably needs some time to sort everything out,”

“Already handled,” Bruce walks through the door right on cue, “I must apologise for this happening to you both in my building,”

“Don’t worry about it, we’re fine,” Marinette answers for him, Marion getting tired of repeating himself.

“I watched the security footage," Bruce tells them, standing at the bed.

'right that exists' Marion thinks, 'I can practically fell Marinette scheming how to steal it', if only to immortalise his pain.

"Where did you learn to fight?” Bruce inquires, neither missing the subtle glance to Selina.

“Um, we taught ourselves, did some self defence classes,” Marinette answers, both feeling their Aunt relax against them

“Plus Aunt Selina has trained us a bit since we were kids,” Marion adds, with a teasing smile.

“Has she,” Bruce states, looking at his fiance.

“You little snitch,” Selina mocks anger, ruffling his hair with both hands now in retaliation, Marion laughs.

“If you aren’t up for dinner we can postpone to a later date,” Bruce tells him, Marion swears he can see a slight smile.

“No, no, I’m perfectly fine, I’d love to come,” Marion tries to push his Aunt away.

“If that's the case, we can go to the manor right now,” Bruce offers, the twins nod, “Just a minute, Selina?”

Selina leaves Marion's hair alone and follows Bruce out the room. Marion starts to go over the events of the last hour in his mind. Coming to a horrible realisation.

“Wait a minute… did Red Hood see me wearing his outfit!” Marion turns to Marinette.

“Oh come on, like he recognises it,” She says through her laughter.

‘He was wearing my MDC outfit’ Jason thinks excitedly to himself, having dropped the criminal off to the police.

‘He seemed scared so he probably isn’t a fan, maybe he just likes MDC’ Jason's thoughts sour, back at his shared safe house with Roy.

His phone rings. Jason is about to ignore it when he sees Alfred's name on the caller Id.

“Hello?”

“Master Jason I would like to invite you to dinner tonight,” Alfred speaks from the phone, as Jason paces around the apartment.

“What's the occasion?” Jason asks, Roy glances up from whatever he's making on the couch.

“Miss Selina’s niece and nephew are in town and it would be nice for them to meet the family,” Jason snorts.

'Family huh?' he doesn't dare say to Alfred.

“I believe you already met Marion today at Wayne Tower,” Jason pauses, recognising the name as the boy gave him when he was checking for a concussion.

“He’s Cat Woman’s nephew?” Jason whispers into the phone.

‘Makes sense his movements did seem similar to hers,’ Jason wonders if she properly trained them.

“Yes, although I doubt neither he nor Marinette are aware,” If Alfred was saying that it was probably true.

“Alright fine,” Jason agrees, drawing Roy's attention again.

“Very good Master Jason, I will see you this evening,"

"Bye," Jason hangs up shortly.

“You’re actually going to dinner?" Roy knows his relationship with the rest of the Bat's is testy at best, plus he broke Bruce's window today.

“Remember the civilian I told you about?” Jason plops down onto the couch next to him.

“The one who saved your butt? The one you haven't stopped talking about? The one who's kinda cute? nope,” Roy pops the 'p' turning back to his newest gadget.

“He’s going to be there,” Jason ignores Roy's taunting.

“Why?” Roy keeps fiddling with a gear.

“Apparently he’s Cat Woman's nephew,”

“What!" Roy drops the gadget, cursing as pieces scatter everywhere.

“I want to check on him, he seemed really out of it,” Jason ignores Roy's outburst.

“Wait so does that make you two like... adopted cousins in law or something?” Jason chuckles without any humour.

“In case you haven't noticed I haven't been Bruce's son for a long time,”

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hateswifi · 5 years ago

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No More Second Chances: Chapter Four

So as I promised, here it is. I’m a person of my word... enjoy. salt and chaos

Master: Master List

No More Second Chances

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She was woken up to multiply phone calls from Adrien. “You realize I’m five hours behind you, why are you calling me this early?” Marinette said groggily into the phone.

“I sent you a video, I’m going to be in my room if you want to,” Adrien said before hanging up. Marinette sighed, and opened the link. She proceeded to cry. Not even thirty second later, Jon appeared in the doorway. He found Marinette in full tears, her phone playing a video on her bed, and her digging through her draw.

“Marinette, are you ok?” Jon asks, looking at the girl in bewilderment.

“I’m sorry for waking you, but I have to go!” Marinette says, quickly opening the Miracle Box.

“What’s that?” He asks, approaching the distressed girl.

“I’ll explain everything later,” Marinette said, standing as she placed the box on her bed beside her phone. She opened the smaller box she had taken from the big box. As she opened it, a blinding light emitted throughout the room.

“What the actual-”

“Miss Marinette, are you ready for action,” Kaalki said, looking at the young guardian earnestly.

“What the heck is that thing!” Jon asks, taking a couple steps forward.

“I am no thing! I am a demi-godess!” She says, looking down on the boy.

“Like I said Jon I’ll explain later, I have to go to London and Paris, I’ll be back by lunch! Kaalki! Transform me!” Marinette said, letting the familiar feeling of the transformation cover her. She picks up the Miracle Box.

“One normal person, that's all I ask,” Jon sighs before snapping out of stupor to watch his unofficial sister open a portal. Before he knew it, the portal closed, leaving her in the dark. He looked over at Marinette’s phone, which was playing a video. He picked up the phone and restarted the video. It was of a big mustache man and petite asain woman they were talking to in french before the video cut to a dark pink room. There was a flash of light similar to the one that just happened but in pink. “Mom! Dad!”

In London with Marinette, she broke down crying into Adrien’s hug. “I’m such a mess up, I first revealed myself to my parents, then to Jon, and now everyone knows,” Marinette cried.

“They’re doing an interview later if you want to bomb it,” Adrien smirks, as he rubs her back. “You could finally reveal everything, you could clear your name, and right the wrongs that were made against you.”

“Noir what even was that wording?” She sniffles with a little giggle.

“It’s early, ok? Hey at least I got a laugh out of you,” Adrien said, with a groan.

“Adrien it’s time to leave,” Felix said,opening the door. “Marinette.” He nods.

“I’ll be out in a minute Fe,” Adrien says. “Their interview is at the tower, it starts at nine, stay here and get ready if you need to. I have to go to school, but remember I’m proud of you, you’re strong, and we are partners through this all.”

“Will you come to the interview as Chat Noir?” Marinette sniffles, looking up at her blonde friend.

“I’ll have to talk to my aunt, but I think that can be arranged,” Adrien says, leaving the room. A minute later, she heard the door reopen.

Marinette wipes her tears, and says. “That was fast, what did she say?” She then looked up, it wasn’t Adrien, it was Felix.

“I heard the video earlier, I’m sorry for trying to force myself onto you,” Felix says, sitting beside her.

“Apologizing doesn’t make it right, but I accept your apology. Did you learn not to do that again?” She asks, he nods his head. “Then we’re good.”

“Marinette I got permi--,” Adrien says, opening the door. He looks to the bed and pauses. “Do you guys need a minute?”

“No we finished our conversation,” Felixa said, standing. “Good luck with the interview today.”

“Thank you, Felix,” Adrien said with a nod. “Do you need to do anything?”

“I need to wash my face, and maybe wear something that isn’t pajamas,” Marinette says with a laugh.

“I'll go ask Aunt Emelia if you can look through her closet,” Adrien said, leaving her to compose herself. Next thing she knows, she is looking through a closet of clothes, most of them appropriate for a fancy setting. She found the closest thing she could dress down in, a white fitted blouse, and a black tube scalloped skirt. She washed her face and tied her hair up in a princess bun using a red ascot. She took one last look in the mirror as Adrien said. “Ready to go? It’s eight-fifty.”

“Yes, I want to make a dramatic entrance so we're gonna wait a bit ok?” Marinette says, putting on her glasses. They walk through the portal and Marinette transforms into Ladybug and watches the interview on Adrien’s phone.

“So where is your daughter today?” Nadia asked a couple of minutes into the interview.

“She’s in the states doing an exchange program,” Sabine said with a smile.

“Do you know if she likes it there?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked to her since we told her about it,” Tom says, sheepishly.

“Did she want to go?”

“I mean we told her that she had the option to stay here in Paris,” Sabine said.

“Are you trying to say that Ladybug no longer wanted to be in Paris?” Nadia asks, shocked. Before Sabine or Tom could answer, Chat Noir and Ladybug land on set.

“I feel like that question is more directed to me,” She says walking into view of the camera.

“Someone get them seats!” a shout came off screen. Marinette drops her transformation, Tikki immediately hiding. After seats were taken, Marinette decided to answer the question.

“I, originally, didn’t want to leave and thought it was unfair because of the reason I was being sent to America,” Marinette pauses, her parents’ eye watering. “Some of my old classmates decided to approach my parents and tell them that I was bullying a girl. Sabine and Tom believed them over me and didn’t bother to listen to my side of the story. They only asked me to stay once they found out I was Ladybug.”

“We still want you to come home,” Sabine said, tears falling down her face.

“Mom you took away the only place I felt safe, you believed someone you didn’t know over me and ridiculed me over it,” Marinette said quickly. “I’m going home, it's just not here in Paris anymore. Now that’s everything I wanted to say, I’ve got to get to school, I promised someone I would be there.” She said, standing. “Also Lila Rossi, I’m not your best friend, never have, never will be. You made my life hell, I was almost akumatized because of you. I hope you enjoy your sheep, I don’t want them. Let’s go Chat.”

“Wait! What’s your relationship status?”

“Seriously? He’s like a brother to me, Noir, its now or never,” Marinette said, looking at her partner.

“I wasn’t in your corner when you needed me, but I’m here now,” Chat said, detransforming. “Umm… hi!”

“This amazing sunshine is the closest thing I have to family now,” Marinette says, firmly. “Don’t give him crap over his father. His father is not him. Adrien worked his butt off to get to where he is today. If I hear otherwise, you’ll deal with me.”

“Let’s go.” Adrien said, leaving behind chaos.

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Hey for bullet point AUs ideas (you were asking for them right..?) 2010s-type sitcom (like Community or B99) AU! What Silly Sitcom Tropes would the siblings get into?

i actually havent seen either of those shows 😳 nor do i watch sitcoms, but to my knowledge u SIT and u are ENTERTAINED so everybody SIT DOWN and i will ENTERTAIN ✨✨

(wait are disney shows sitcoms? because when i think abt older tv humor i get slapped in the face with bits of disney tv i managed to catch as a kid. my entire sense of humor thru elementary school was based on that. ok i can be funny i promise here we go)

diego: wait... so she’s... our sister?

*laugh track plays*

grace has a laugh track function because i think thats extremely cursed and also hilarious.

reginald building himself a robot wife: what do kids these days like? humor? is humor still popular? yeah im adding it

there’s a christmas episode but it’s very obvious that none of them have ever fucking celebrated and half of them don’t fucking want to skjhfs

is wacky ringtones a thing? patch calls diego to help her out in the hotel and the dial tone is britney’s toxic

britney obviously exists in the tua universe and i will accept nothing less. a world without britney is a really sad one and like i know tuaverse is kinda shit what with the apocalypse happening thrice and the music cult and all but like come on... its not THAT bad. it cant be

luther’s coat gets torn off and there’s a slightly smaller, other coat underneath

that gets ripped off too and he’s wearing a tshirt

YOU KNOW THE GAG WHERE A CHARACTER JUST KEEPS PULLING WEAPONS OUT OF THEIR CLOTHES, WHERE THERE SHOULD NOT PHYSICALLY BE ROOM FOR WEAPONS? FIVE

or lila

i think that would be really funny with either of them tbh

five whipping a knife out of his bowling shoe: a-HA

lila unsheathing a broadsword out of nowhere: o-HO

five pulling a rifle from his waistband: a-ha-HA

lila swinging a mace from behind her back: o-ho-HO!

and so on

every time klaus makes a joke there’s applause coming out of nowhere but also distantly, faintly, the ghostbusters theme

specifically “who you gonna call? GHOST-” on loop

ben is the only one aware of it. not even klaus hears it

ben constantly makes stupid mocking faces behind klaus + over klaus’ shoulder

klaus: guys please take me seriously

ben giving him bunny ears: yEah GUyS LiSten tO hIM

nobody else can see it. i know thats obvious but i have to specify. only the audience can see ben doing it. klaus knows ben does it but hes never caught him in the act and has absolutely no proof. ben does it purely for his own amusement and to fuck with klaus big-time

there is no young!hargreeves cast. it’s just the adult hargreeves but in umbrella uniform crouching down to 12yearold level

before slaughtering the commission board five uses one of those toy BANG guns on carmichael and then immediately whips out his impossible axe

vanya plays a tiny violin and it’s only her, every other violinist in the orchestra has a normal violin and her tiny little violin is never brought up

by tiny i mean realistically tiny. like maybe 1/32? thats a small fucking violin yall

helen with her full size violin: you’ll never amount to anything

vanya:

who else have i not made fun of yet

allisons hair is purple but not bc im laughing at her bc i genuinely think she would have peaked with it. purple hair allie ftw

leonard runs a toy store not a woodwork shop and he hands vanya a weird cartoonified wood action figure of her and she’s like thaaaanks as the laugh track plays

vanya storms out of the family meeting and her back faces the camera and we see that there’s a piece of paper taped to her shirt that says NOBODY KNOWS I’M A LESBIAN

*laugh track but gay this time*

klaus makes a joke about ben being his only straight friend and it cuts to ben passionately making out with a ghost dude in the back of a club or smth kjhwkfd

WOULD THIS BE A GOOD TIME TO SLIP IN OUR LIGHTHEARTED CRACK “BEN IS THE ONLY ALLOROMO” AU? IHFHKLHFKFD

five is wearing bowling shoes the entire first season as well. when they go to the bowling alley he switches them out for a different pair of bowling shoes, which he wears through the entire second season. again this is never brought attention to or mentioned in any way

diego drives an impala /j

little girl god popping wheelies on a motorbike in greyscale heaven

allison has a fight scene where she stabs someone with heels and then breaks the heel and goes aw :( my stilettos and this isnt even funny its just extremely badass i love her a lot

we get more screentime with dave but he says groovy every other sentence

klaus’ ‘68 club shirt is garishly flamingo patterned

a scene where five is sitting at the breakfast table, half asleep, sipping a cup of coffee, and allison sits down next to him with a mug of hot cocoa (we can tell by the overabundance of whipped cream and marshmallows) and quietly swaps out his mug for the cocoa and he doesn’t even show any sign he noticed he just keeps sipping and allison either quietly finishes off his coffee or takes the initial mug and walks offscreen. cut scene

there’s a scene of klaus and ben in the 60s on october first and ben is wearing a little ghost party hat and holding a single balloon

whenever sissy and vanya are in a room together careless whisper starts playing

remember that snl lesbian totinos sketch. yeah

the handler only addressed aj by his full name. ATLAS JERICHO CARMICAHEL.

dot is twice as tall as herb. i mean shes already taller than him but like, dot is Really tall. it’s implied dot and herb are married (it would be cute i think dont judge me)

when diego fucks with the infinity switchboard the thing like in cartoons happens where the screen fritzes out and everything goes black and then after a second or so his eyes appear

reginald dresses exclusively in green. im not saying he dresses like the onceler. but im not NOT saying that. *sigh* does this joke require a onceler tw tag on this post

i dont know if this post is what you had in mind but i hope you liked it anyway! <3

#asks #tua #the umbrella academy #aus #sitcom au #misc #team zero

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crystalrainwing · 4 years ago

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hiii do you happen to have umbrella academy fic recs??? I’m just now diving into fic for it and I like your takes on it so I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction :)

heck yeah anon!! so flattered that u asked me actually 💖

i tend to like dark/heavy fics so i have a LOT of those but that might not be what you’re looking for - ill give you a few light fics and a few heavy ones.

starting off with heavier ones!! all are gen unless otherwise specified.

out of the dead land by tomorrowsrain

multi-chapter and a WIP

basically klaus is living in a zombie apocalypse when the canon universe five time travels to klaus’s universe (which did have a five who didn’t disappear, but is dead now). this fic is FANTASTIC and lives in my head tent free always, but it’s also pretty dark in places, so make sure to check tags and notes if you read it!

Fall apart without me by Whatisthiswhatamidoing

completed one-shot

this ones JUST sad. but so good. but so sad. major chapter death warning but i don’t want to spoil who dies.

where only the lost can find by hujwernoo

series, completed

amazing AMAZING series. it’s pretty long but worth the read, if you’re able. QUITE dark though. the basic thing is that klaus’s secondary power is the ability to be possessed and it’s been causing problems since he was a little kid, so he finds a way to solve it and that way is drugs. so so sad. it gets sad, then happy, then sadder, then absolutely devastating. there is a happy ending but it goes through a lot to get there. so many warnings im not even gonna go into them all here, but check the tags if ur gonna read it! all the other TUA works by hujwernoo are amazing as well but i don’t want to put too many here. hugely would recommend them all tho this is the darkest.

From The Brink by @aye-of-newt

series, WIP

i LOVE this series it’s. so good. AU where klaus’s powers are weak until he has to use painkillers after his stairs accident, and then he starts seeing ghosts... and everything goes downhill from there, at least for awhile. it’s a rough ride until you hit the happy bits but it is SO GOOD! all of the other works by this author are also great so check those out too!

Lately My Hands Don’t Feel Like Mine by @veteranklaus and @cowboyklaus

Multi chapter, completed

oh i love this one so much. i really do it just also causes me physical pain to think about. it’s so sad and painful in the best possible way but it’s also like. INCREDIBLY dark. the thing is that klaus gets possessed by the handler pre-season 2 and... no one realizes. so he’s stuck in his body, watching and knowing she’s going to do something terrible to his family. huge recommend, but uh this ones also quite important to check the tags.

black flies on the windowsill by millcrs (remorse)

one of my absolute favourites ever it’s so good! AU where diego’s powers aren’t just throwing things. it’s kind of hard to explain what they are exactly but uh. trust me here when i say it’s amazing.

ok onto some lighter ones!

My Job Is To Take Care Of You by michals

one-shot, completed

luther survives the apocalypse because the moon didn’t blow up originally! so now he and five have to survive the rest of the apocalypse. it’s so nice and makes me very happy. love me some big brother luther content!!

Who You Gonna Call? by @himbohargreeves

multi-chapter, completed, part of a series that is a WIP

diego has to solve an unsolvable murder to keep his job. luckily, he’s got a brother who can see the dead! it’s not as easy as just that though, especially when klaus doesn’t want to see the ghosts. very nice and good and funny story and it made me laugh a lot which happens surprisingly little. it’s part of a series but i haven’t read the other parts yet because i keep forgetting but im sure they’re great too!

as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn by galaxyowl

one-shot, completed

this is the only romance-centric one i will be including bc. it’s patch/lila! how can i not! that is all i am saying for this one idk what else there is to say. it’s a fun one :)

Common Sense by @buildhogwartsthenwewilltalk

multi-chapter, WIP

klaus is clairvoyant which if you’ve been around long enough you know I’m a big fan of clairvoyant!klaus!! it’s been a while since i read this one and i also don’t know how to explain it but it’s VERY VERY good and i like it a lot.

trans diego & child five by iamnotalizard

series, WIP but it feels complete

title says it all! ftm diego and five is his kid. very sweet and nice with a little angst sprinkled in. no powers AU as well.

backstreets back, alright! by Karturtle (karturtle)

one-shot, completed

gonna use the actual fic summary for this one: ‘The Umbrellas address the Sparrows. Klaus addresses Ben. Everyone gives up, quite literally.’ its. very funny

ok ill probably think of more later but i’m not gonna edit the post lol. i will add links in a reblog ASAP!

#ok im so sorry for taking so long anon!#but i hope you like these regardless!! if u feel like it lmk what you think!!#fic recs #tua #asks #anon #my posts #also like. the fact u asked me??? ily anonnn that makes me so happy!!

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klbwriting · 4 years ago

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The Sparrow and The Rogue - Part 2

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves/female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, once again fighting

Summary: The Umbrella siblings learn about what’s been going on in this timeline, One lives a day in his life, and has a pretty fun date trying to kill his wannabe girlfriend

Even though the Umbrella siblings were promised an explanation that evening they never got one. At least most of them didn’t. There was a debrief to the small group of powered adults by Lila and Eight and then Diego and Lila disappeared somewhere while the rest of the group had dinner with what they discovered were a team called the ‘Rogues’ and they were kidnapped from directly under Reginald’s nose. Most of them had chosen names while a couple stayed with their numbers, liking the way they sounded. Eleven was very happy now that they kept their named now that Stranger Things was popular and they had the same powers as the character in the show. They were giving rooms in the hideout, having to double up with the Rogues already there. It was a surprise to no one that Diego was just fine sharing with Lila and Allison was almost a little nervous to share with Eight not knowing what her power was.

“You look happy,” she said, trying to break the ice with the girl who was texting and had a smile on her face. Eight looked over as if she forgot Allison was there and blushed, putting the phone under her pillow quick. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Its no big deal, just don’t tell Lila about it ok?” she said. Allison nodded with a smile. “She would be very annoyed if she found out I was texting with someone inside the Sparrows.”

“Ben?” Allison asked, sitting up now, full ready to have some girl time. Eight considered this, then finally sat up herself. She never got to talk to anyone about One and how confusing things were between them.

“Ya, he’s One here, he was your brother?” she asked. Allison nodded.

“Ya, he was killed on a mission when we were teenagers. Klaus could still see him, he communes with the dead, but the rest of us weren’t so lucky,” she said.

“What was he like in your time?” Allison considered how to answer.

“We weren’t super close, he was always close with Vanya and Diego, he was so kind to everyone, especially the ones dad was hardest on. I remember one time I was walking by Diego’s room while he was practicing his speech and Ben was in there, they had to have been 7 maybe, and he was just sitting there listening and encouraging him. Diego was crying after a bit of not being able to get a word out and Ben just took his hand and said ‘don’t think about dad, just think about talking to me, you know you can take your time with me’. That’s who Ben was, just the best,” she said, getting a little teary thinking about her lost brother. Eight smiled and moved to sit next to Allison, a comforting arm going around her shoulders.

“That version is still here. I have seen moments of that person in One, that kindness,” she said. “My first memory is with One, when I think we were 4, its really simple, I had fallen and scraped up my knee during a morning run and dad was livid at me, even at 4 I was always too big and slow for him to tolerate so he made me do extra laps and One was there with me the whole time, ran every single one next to me even though he was faster and could have been done, he stayed with me.”

“That sounds like Ben,” Allison agreed. “I hope maybe we can get past this, I don’t know what dad is planning but I’m so tired of running around and being chased, just so tired.” Eight nodded.

“Get some sleep, no one will wake you up tomorrow so you can get a good rest,” she said, moving back to her bed and laying down. Allison followed suit and she closed her eyes, drifting off to a music box playing now in the room. She hadn’t noticed one being around before but Eight must have had next to her somewhere. Once she was sleeping Eight lifted a hand and the music box across the room stopped playing, letting her fall asleep also.

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Number One was going through the motions today. He had woken up early as usual and went to the kitchen to help mom make breakfast. He knew she couldn’t really appreciate it like a person, but he thought she enjoyed spending time with him anyway. He could feel his father’s present before he saw him, entering the kitchen and giving him a disproving look, still angry about dinner no doubt.

“Good morning Number One, feeling a little less rebellious today?” he said, sitting at the breakfast table and looking through a morning paper. One glared at the eggs he was plating and set the plate down in front of Reginald a little harder than he meant. “Ah, I see you are still in a mood. Very well, you will be in charge of leading drills this morning, now eat your eggs.” One didn’t say anything but internally he groaned, drills made everyone hate him for days. He ate in silence with the rest of his siblings before standing and telling them to get up and get to the yard. They shot him death glares before doing as asked, knowing the punishment was worse than the drills.

Two hours later and his siblings were off again, probably meeting in one of their rooms to talk about how much they hated him and his kiss ass ways. One however, had more work to do, heading out to do his first patrol of the day. He had no idea why dad sent him to do patrols instead of waiting for something to happen, especially now that the Umbrella siblings had shown up. First the patrols were for them, then they became patrols for general crime, but now that the word of the Horror had spread no one would dare commit a crime in the city limits unless they wanted to die a horrible death over 30$ in some purse.

This time out in the city gave him a chance to release some stress that he needed. He found a park nearby and soon was casually swinging watching the kids around him and reminding himself of why he dealt with everything. Without the Sparrow Academy the apocalypse would have happened two days ago. They had saved history, keeping the timeline on track after something called ‘The Commission’ went belly up in the 60s due to some kind of explosion. Where they had left off Reginald had picked it up, first on his own, and then when the 43 were born, with the 15 he had been able to get his hands on. They had been whittled down to 6 humans and a box that told them where to go and got them in and out. Ben may have hated his father but he would protect these people, always.

One patrolled until lunch, stopping at the kitchen table to eat alone before going to his room and checking his messages on his secret phone. Before he could open it he had to hide it under his pillow as his door was shoved open and Number Two walked in. Two stood silent for a second, seemingly realizing that he had caught One doing something he shouldn’t.

“You alright One?” he asked suspiciously. One stood up, facing off against his sibling, mustering up his bravado.

“Ya, what do you want number Two?” he emphasized the word two just to irritate them. They growled, glaring.

“Dad wanted to have us trade patrols tonight, I’ll take 9th to 15th, you take the old trainyards,” Two said. “Starting now, I’m supposed to watch you leave.” One gritted his teeth, anger seething through him.

“Let me get ready, I need to get my shoes,” he said. Two just stood in the doorway watching as One went back to his bed, sitting down and tying his shoes extra slow, hoping something would happen to make Two glance away. Someone must have heard his silent plea because something clunked in the hall making Two look around for a fight. One grabbed the phone and shoved it in his pocket before standing up. “Alright, you want to walk me to the front door too?” Two glared and let him pass by, closing his door behind him.

After he was outside and a couple blocks away he texted Eight, letting her know of the change of plans, before heading down to the trainyards, thinking about maybe doing some sprints while he waited for her.

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The Umbrella siblings sat in the main room of the hideout with Lila and Eight, Lila explaining what had happened to the Commission and what the Sparrow Academy had been up to. They knew that after the Commission was taken down those in the ‘Resistance’ had taken up control of the timeline under rule of Lila and the kids she had collected from over time, starting with Eight.

“We developed the traveling technology by stealing what Reginald had already figured out. The briefcases were big and too easy to lose, too much of a hassle, so instead Reginald created watches capable of the travel,” she explained.

“How did he figure that out? I watched the Commission try for decades to create that kind of technology,” Five cut in. Lila glared at him, still not exactly happy that he was alive after killing her parents, no matter who had ordered the hit.

“I don’t know, took a few tests to figure out how to use the watches, but now we can track where the Sparrows go and then fix whatever they mess up in history, keep the timeline on track,” Lila explained. Confusion rippled through the room.

“What do you mean you fix the Sparrows messes?” Luther asked, sitting forward, the chair creaking loudly. He made a face and waited for someone to say something just so he could hit them.

“The Sparrows travel around on orders from dad to ‘fix’ history, ya know, kill Steve Jobs before the iPhone, assassinate Abe Lincoln when he’s running for president, take out Thomas Jefferson, although that last one I really hated to fix,” Eight said. “Such a brilliant mind, such a shit fucking person.” She stood up and went to stand by the open door, Lila looking over at her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lila asked.

“I’m warm, there’s a draft over here,” Eight explained, leaning on the wall, hand in her jacket pocket.

“Why don’t you just take off the jacket?” Klaus asked, getting elbowed by Allison. “What?”

“I like this jacket,” was her answer before she looked out the doorway. Lila rolled her eyes and returned to the original conversation.

“So after we fix their messes, they make more messes. We’re not sure what exactly Reggie is trying to do but either way, we know we have to make sure history happens as expected. Except for the apocalypse, none of us could really muster the desire to stop fixing that,” she said.

“So now we’re in no mans land?” Vayna asked, getting a little nervous about bringing about another end of the world scenario. Lila nodded.

“Honestly, only Five has lived past the apocalypse and now that it didn’t happen I don’t know what the game plan from here is, I just know what happens in actual history to keep that on track, what those changes bring in the future is a crap shoot,” she said. “Isn’t that right Eight? Eight?” She turned to see the doorway empty, no trace of Eight left in the hide out anymore. Allison sat in her seat and smiled softly, having an inkling where she was going, hoping that maybe she could turn Ben back to their side.

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Eight had gotten One’s message and headed towards the trainyards. She passed by Number Four along the way and realized quick that One was being followed. She acted like she was patrolling, hoping to not have to fight Four but knowing it was a possibility. Four however, let her pass, clearly just being around to watch their brother and what he was doing. Once at the trainyards Eight dipped through old train cars, running up and down tracks until she saw One. She approached him slowly.

“You have a friend around,” she said. One’s eyes flashed the area and he caught a quick glance of crimson ducking behind a car nearby. “So I guess this is another fight to the death?”

“Guess so,” he said with a smirk. Eight smiled back sweetly. “No powers?”

“No powers, pinky promise,” she said before diving towards him, fist raised.

One easily blocked the shot, moving around to fire back with his own fist. Eight easily dodged and punched his stomach, pulling the hit so it didn’t actually hurt. One doubled over anyways, spearing her around the waist and taking her to ground, just out of view of Four.

“So, ready to play dead?” he asked, holding her shoulders down as she laid under him, watching him closely before nodding. He smiled down at her before standing up and walking around the car, hands raised above his head as in victory. He knew once Four saw this they would call out to him.

“Hey Number One!” Four called as expected, walking over the tracks. One hurried to meet them, not wanting them to actually see that Eight was alive. “You finally got the bitch!”

“Yup, finally caught her by surprise, she said no powers like an idiot,” he said, chuckling darkly. Four nodded and laughed. “Well I’m going to finish my patrol and head home, but ya know, gotta get rid of the body first.” Four nodded.

“Need help?” they asked. One shook his head.

“Nah, I got it, just going to shove her under the traincar, no one will find her and if they do animals will do the job first,” he said. Four nodded, turning and walking away without another word. Four was easiest to trick and One was glad dad hadn’t sent Two or Six after him.

Once he was sure Four was gone he headed back to the traincar to find Eight sitting against the wheel, having been listening. He took a seat next to her, close enough that their shoulders were touching, hand gently finding its way over to hers on her leg. He linked their fingers and sighed.

“Well, that’ll lighten things up for a bit, dad will think you’re dead for awhile,” he said, looking at her. She nodded and looked at him.

“You know we can’t do this forever, one day we have to either tell all the truth or run away,” she said. “We could go to the 90’s, relive our childhood but ya know as adults. I’ll be old enough to buy myself Backstreet Boys tickets.” One laughed and shook his head.

“Someday, but I can’t leave this behind, I mean we’re fixing history, making sure everything keeps on track,” he said. Eight sighed and rolled her eyes. “I know, you guys think we mess it up, but we don’t, we help, we save people, you guys are the ones who come around messing it up again.”

“We honestly don’t know who is fixing what,” she said. “I just wish I knew what dad was planning for, why he’s doing all this.”

“He’ll tell me when I’m ready,” One said indignantly, trying to justify why he was so readily going along with Reginald.

“I hope he does, I’m curious which side I’m on,” Eight said. She looked at him. “Enough talk, I don’t think we really came here to talk.” One nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, kissing her until he ran out of air, then taking a breath, and going right back in.

#The Umbrella Academy #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves series #ben hargreeves fanfic #umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy

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tua-hottakes · 3 years ago

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I’m sorry but I feel like vanya has the most white favoritism💀 five is a murderer, yeah, but he only kills when he feels like he has to, although I’m not saying it’s justified. Vanya was literally killing because she pissed😭 someone HONKED in front of her and and she killed them😭 and pogo😭(no hate to vanya tho, I like her)

Ok first things first: "only kills when he feels like he has to" ?? I feel like I have to kill about 10 times a day lmaoo, doesnt mean its ok to do it. Five murders intentionally, Vanya kills when she loses control. I think this is a significant difference to make, if entirely irrelevant to the issue of white favoritism.

//im sorry i kinda went off the answer to your ask is bolded under the line//

The way I understand the term white favoritism here (correct me if I’m wrong English is my second language) is the writers/producers or fans treating a white character better than they would a character of colour. We see it in white characters receiving more screentime, more complex and thought out storylines as well as better development both in canon and in fan works. We also see it, as others have pointed out, fan reactions such as Lila getting dragged for being a brown girl version of Five.

However, where fans are concerned, I think it gets a little more complex than “Person A doesnt like this poc character, but likes that white character, this is racism”. See, fandom likes to think they are gods that take canon and play with it as if it’s a piece of clay, but tua is an extremely well-crafted visual media, these characters have a lot to them, their presentation, the way they are written, and their development dictate the audience’s response. Most of the responsibility with avoiding something as subtle as white favoritism, imo, falls on the show’s creators; you cannot expect/rely on people having good enough analytical skills to recognise both the creators bias and /possibly/ their own.

Do you think that Robert Sheehan’s wardrobe choices are accidental? Or the fact that teenagers are in love with Aidan Gallagher? Both characters are designed to be attractive to certain demographics (LGBTQ+ community/ horny kids that dont have a one direction(those two do overlap)). The issue here isnt so much about which character does the worse thing and is forgiven by fandom. The issue comes down to the fact that fans are more willing to empathize with characters that are better written (to be likable) and better presented. Not nicer or more moral.

The whole Point of the show is that there aren’t objectively good or bad people, but if there were, all of the sibling would fall into the bad category. That’s why it’s a good show, it makes you empathize with people who do awful things. That being said, Vanya is a well-written character, but she’s literally the Big Bad of season 1 and a red herring big bad in s2. Shes way too central to the plot to not be given the required attention. But in terms of fan-reception ( and this is a very difficult to say for certain, as it’s impossible to measure) I have noticed that people tend to not care for her as much? When i say she’s a “smoll bean”, ya gotta notice the irony, I am fully aware she murdered people (although how much of that was her fault is up for a Very Long Discussion), she was by no means a likable character until s2 where she got to date Sissy (and i think this was also very intentional of the writers).

So, to get back to the point of your ask: Although there is always some racial bias behind every creative decision, I don't think shes that big of an example of favoritism on the side of the creators here, she needs to be a compelling character to perform her function, but at no point do i think, “man, Vanya is just so perfect, what a wonderful person, truly a model human being i want more of her and only her.” And this might just be my experience, but i haven't noticed her being much of a fan-favourite. In fact, I think she’s the second least liked character after Luther. People argue a lot about if she shoud be forgiven, she’s definitely not viewed in entirely positive light. The people who love her, mostly find the positives in her relationship with Sissy and the wlw representation. Which is a neat trick that Steve pulled, ngl, he got us there, he really knows his demographic(oh boy but thats another long topic right there). I don’t see much fan content about her on her own? Idk I could be wrong or too desensitized.

#tua hot takes #tua discourse #vanya hargreeves #i dont have the energy to edit this post hope it makes sense #i dont like thinking about social issues in relation to shows cuz it depresses me #this is my escape from reality id rather pretend i do not see racism/sexism/homophobia #esp in tua because i think they are a lot better than most shows when it comes to representation #but also brushing stuff like this off with a joke got me called racist in the past so #this is not satire im being serious for a moment sorry #i may not know enough about the issue to comment #but since people keep asking im sharing my opinion

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lochrannn · 3 years ago

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AU_gust: I found something in the woods somewhere

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prompt no 28: Werewolf

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

Characters: Diego Hargreeves, Lila Pitts

Diego didn’t spend a lot of time out and about during the day. But he’d been staying in this town for almost a week now, had gone out every single night, driving into the woods, hiking through them for hours on end and looking for tracks and clues, but so far he had come up with absolutely fuckng nothing.

So, tired but also very frustrated and bored, he ventured out into the town’s small center.

Restless, he walked into the small coffee shop to get something to keep him awake and to have something to do.

He’d just placed his order when a voice behind him said jovially, but with a bit of an edge, “Any luck yet, wolf man?”

Diego turned around to see standing behind him the young woman who seemed to run the flower shop across the street, who he’d noticed the few times he’d come here to get a coffee, wearing a green apron with sheers in the front pocket and a very calculating expression.

“Wouldn’t still be here if I had.” He tried not to sound too annoyed, but he was getting the feeling that she was trying to antagonize him a little.

“Mmmhh, must be tough,” she answered and then looked past him at the barista, “Hey Hazel, I’ll pay for whatever our poor luckless hunter is getting and the usual for me to go, please!”

“You don’t have to…” Diego began a bit irritably now but was interrupted by the florist patting his shoulder and even though she was clearly fucking with him and he usually wasn’t this easily played, there was something about the sharp grin and just general attractiveness of her face that had him distracted just for a second.

“No no! That’s ok, big guy, you are protecting our community from the big bad wolf after all, the least I can do is show our gratitude!”

Diego did not appreciate the way her words were dripping with sarcasm and he really wasn’t sure why, he was very used to people not liking having him around as he usually showed up when there was fear and anger in a community, people often didn’t respond well to him, it never bothered him much.

But before he could respond with any kind of retort, the florist breezed past him and took the paper cup that was handed to her by the barista, who had apparently decided to serve her first, handed over a couple of bills, and then she passed him to leave with a sarcastic salute.

When Diego left the café with his own drink, holding the steaming cup between his hands to keep them warm, he looked up at the sign over the flower shop. Lila’s.

He was turning to head back towards his car, still irritated at himself for letting this Lila woman’s attitude bother him so much, when he spotted an old fashioned milk truck slowly driving down the main street.

Fuck!

He’d taken too long and now someone had called the Swedish triplets.

Diego didn’t have a bleeding heart. When a town hired him to deal with their werewolf problem, he would efficiently hunt the creature down, capture it and hand it over to the authorities if he could, kill it if he had to protect himself, but he didn’t take any perverse pleasure in it. It was his job and he was good at it and he liked that it gave him the opportunity to protect innocent civilians.

But the werewolves themselves were either wild animals, who deserved to be treated humanely, or the older ones may have been conscious of their actions while transformed, there was no real scientific consensus on that, and then they should face whatever justice could be meted out to them, but not simply be murdered by some hunters.

And the Swedish triplets were the kind of hunters who really enjoyed the kill.

He’d better find the wolf he was hired to deal with before they did.

Diego wasn’t that lucky.

Crouched down in the underbrush in the middle of the night he watched, horrified, as the werewolf was confronted by the Swedes and the biggest one shot at it.

He could see a spray of blood erupt from the side of its head and it staggered and then somehow managed to bolt. But he knew it wouldn’t be able to escape the Swedes for long.

It was a relatively small wolf, either a pup or a female. Diego wasn’t old fashioned but still it really didn’t sit right with him that the Swedes were just hunting it down for sport.

Out of concern for his own safety he should have taken his indignance and wounded sense of justice and get himself out of the thick forest, but instead, he started hurriedly circling around the Swedes who were not moving from their spot, talking to each other in their native language, possibly strategizing, and took off in the direction the small werewolf had run off to.

It didn’t take him long to spot the first smatterings of blood on the leaves of saplings and low-hanging branches.

And then he almost stumbled over her.

The florist, Lila, he corrected himself, was lying naked and shivering in the cold dirt, curled in on herself and clearly unconscious.

He could see blood in her hair and while he crouched down next to her and gently brushed the hair out of her face to assess how badly she was hit, a tiny part in the back of his brain thought that at least now he understood why she’d been so hostile towards him.

The wound was luckily shallow and not life-threatening but it still represented a blow to the head and Diego hoped it was shock and not brain trauma that had caused her to lose consciousness.

Although, he was suddenly reminded, the shivering could also be from the cold. No longer covered in fur, there was nothing protecting her from the elements.

Diego shrugged out of his thick coat and bundled her into it, pulling her close against his body.

Ok, that might have been because the second he was out of his coat he was also freezing. And he definitely didn’t feel a tug somewhere in his chest when her head fell against his shoulder and her shallow breathing started to tickle his neck.

He tried to pull his concentration away from her weight and warmth in his arms and instead come up with a plan of what to do next.

When he had spotted her lying in the dirt, something instantly shifted in his conscience and he knew with full certainty that he could neither let the Swedes get to her, nor did it feel right to hand her over to the authorities while she was this vulnerable.

He decided that either way the first step was to get her to his car and he was just about to lift her up, when he heard the rustling sound of a small group of people walking through the forest.

He ducked back and against a large tree trunk, doing his best to cover Lila with his own body, hoping that his dark clothing would keep them hidden if the Swedes got too close.

And then she stirred.

“Nnngghhh, what the…MMMMPPPPF!” she grumbled quietly but Diego couldn’t risk them being heard, so he pressed his palm over her mouth and watched her eyes widen in alarm as he tried to trap her limbs between the tree trunk and himself.

“Sssssshhhh!” he shushed her as quietly as possible and for a moment he thought she understood his nonverbal message, but then he felt a sharp sting in his palm and realized that she was biting him hard.

He pulled his hand away and suppressed a yell and instead hissed at her, “Jesus fuck! I’m trying to protect you!”

Whether it was that or the unmistakable sound of the Swedes creeping along, way too close to them for comfort, Diego wasn’t sur,e but either way, it shut her right up.

They stared at each other trying to communicate silently, but not really getting across any other meaning than that they were in this together, when Lila started shivering violently again and she grabbed the edges of his coat to try and close any gap in the material.

Remembering that it was the only thing protecting her from the cold, Diego wrapped his arms more tightly around her and Lila pressed into him, trying to get any warmth off of him that she could.

When there hadn’t been any other sign of the Swedes for a good five minutes, they readjusted and Diego lifted Lila up onto his back, supporting her with his arms under her thighs, trying hard not to think about the fact that she was literally butt naked against him, his coat only covering so much, and she wrapped her arms securely around his neck before they set off.

Once they got to the car, Diego bundled Lila into the passenger seat, found his emergency change of clothes, an oversized sweatshirt and a baggy pair of sweatpants, and handed them to her as he got into the car.

He was glad to concentrate on maneuvering out of the thicket of trees without his headlights on, so they were not signalling their location too clearly, and was barely distracted by Lila wriggling into his clothes and then wrapping his coat around herself again, clearly frozen to the bone, before fiddling with his heater to try and warm up the inside of his car.

Once she was dressed, he gave her a once over out of the corner of his eye, noted once more that she still had a bleeding head wound and was contemplating what to do about that when she finally spoke.

“Are you going to take me to the police?” she asked, tone neutral.

“No.” Diego answered with certainty. He didn’t really know why, but he knew that he just couldn’t do that.

“Where are we going then?” There was a mixture of unease and irritation in her voice now.

“I don’t know,” he breathed out, trying to convey that he felt about as lost as she seemed to be.

There was quiet in the car for a couple of moments and Lila turned to look ahead at the actual road they’d now reached and Diego had finally turned on the headlights.

“Thanks!” she said softly.

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nrsranger · 4 years ago

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2.6

Hosnian System

Raysho Station

Main Hanger

0813 hrs

L.T Colonel Jawook never thought of himself as an overly violent Wookie, and yet here he was, approaching his 250th year, and storming a boarded New Republic Space Station and here he thought his days of heroics were over. Jawook looked around his transport and into the eyes of the 24 other Wookies seated around him that made up his Marine Detachment. Speces discrimination is not a practice the New Reubublic exersiced but ever since Captian Namin apointed Jawook and the dozen Wookies as the Marine Detachment aboard the Ranger, the only Marines alowed aboard the Ranger must speak and understand Shyriiwook fluently which only left Wookies and a miniscule amount of humanoids. What Captain Namin figured was that if he had to have Marines, he must have the best possible Marines. To the disapproval of the Senate and to the virtue of clear communication all his Marines had to be Wookies. The fact that Wookies stood around 2.5 meters and weighed in on an average of 150 Kilos helped a bit. Every time Captain Namin received the roaster of each Academy he always checked for Wookies, and throughout the years he built up his dozen Marines to a team of 24 of the toughest and most Elite Wookie Warriors. Each Wookie was assigned a hovering translator droid in case of interaction with so-called “non-Wooks” due to budget cuts most of them were repurposed recon droids.

Jawook jostled his head and checked his gear, his Bowcaster was at full power and his extra power packs were secure on his belt next to his two grenades and his Ryyk blade was secure on his back.

“We're entering the hanger now 10 seconds until green” L.t Lila Driver said in rough but understandable Shyriiwook that she learned by years of tutoring by Jawook.

Jawook gruffed once, getting the attention of the other Wookies as they turned and peered his direction, he shouted a Wookie battle cry, The other Wookies repeated the battle cry which roughly translated to “May we return home to see the trees grow big”.

“Were Green, REPEAT door is green” Driver said, flipping the switch that opened the transports doors.

Jawook jumped off the transport and onto the cold metal deck of the hanger bay. He took in the situation the three enemy transports crowed the hanger bay, he also took in the sight of five white clad stormtroopers who Jawook figured were assigned to secure the transports. He took sight of one stormtrooper with a grey pauldron that he figured was the officer and fired his Bowcaster hitting the officer square in his chest, flinging him at the opposing wall. The other Wookies followed suit and annihilated the other four. He signaled two of his Wookies who disengage themselves from the group and planted explosives on the engines of the enemy transports. He then howled into his comm as his Wookies split into two groups each taking separate passages.

“Roger that Jawook” L.t Driver said, pulling out of the hangar bay “Hey Joker you still out there?”

“Yeah Wookie were here, we’ll take care of you” Joker said gently but playfully

“Good, this might be a long wait and you make good conversation…..and other things” Wookie said

“Are you flirting with me Wookie?” Joker said

“Only sport flirting, and I was referring to your caff” Wookie said rolling her eyes

Several sniffs and huffs from Jawook caused Diver to say “Sorry Jawook, we’ll switch to a different channel.

“What did he say?” Joker asked

“Isn’t evident?” Wookie said then a click marked the switch to a different channel

With a final gruff in much annoyance of his channel being jammed with his best friend's daughter flirting with a Squad Leader. But he signaled his team of 12 Wookies to move in as Major Snrykk made the same signal to his team. Snrykk’s team was to secure the engineering section to protect from a First Order attempt to blow up the reactor core. Jawook’s team would head to the bridge and seal off any attempt to secure the station.

As Jawook lead his team clearing the station hallway, by hallway all the way up to the bridge the sound of blaster fire caught his attention, he signaled for his team to hold position he then sent his translator droid equipped with a camera to turn the corner of the junction they were at. Jawook checked the display and saw that the station security set up a defensive position at the end of the hallway where a shut door terminated the hallway complete with hip durasteel walls with two Humans, two Duros and a single Twilek fighter firing down the passageway. Attempting to breach this position was 10 Storm Troopers. Jawook then sent his droid flying through the skirmish to get to the New Republics line.

When it arrived it said in a mechanical falsetto tone “On the orders of Lieutenant Colonel Jawook of the Rangers Marine Detachment, stop firing and fall back”

“What?!?, NO!!” One of the Duro Marines said

In that calm droid voice it relayed Jawooks message “You're about to be overrun and to prevent a friendly fire incident, fall back now!”

“What thinks you can take them?” The same Duro said

“You are five twigs, we are 12 Wookies' ' The Droid said approximating a translation.

“That's good enough for me” One of the humans said as he opened the door, climbed through, turned back around and provided covering fire for his comrades when they were all through ,the Human said

“ok, were clear”

Jawook placed his Bowcaster behind his back and drew his Ryyk Blade and turned the corner and ran up behind the nearest Storm Trooper, and plunged his sword through the Storm Trooper back, which caused a short cry of pain that went unnoticed due to the sound of blaster fire from his comrades he then went behind the next one a ran him through, but this time he was noticed by Storm Trooper to the left of him, he gave a shout of alarm which ended when Jawook swung his blade and lopped off the Troopers head. This time the remaining seven troopers turned around, and Jawook gave a terrifying war roar that shook the walls of the corridor. With his blade he sliced through the neckpeice of the storm troopers armor and with his free hand he punched the trooper next to him causing him to crumble into a heap a meter away, he then flattened against the floor as he heard another Wookies cry behind him. The other 11 Wookie formed up blocking the entire passageway in walking hairy carpets armed with Bowcasters. Just as the storm troopers fixed their aim to the wall of fur, Bowcasters filled the coorador with green laser bolts flinging white armored troopers against the durasteel blocks the other marines used as cover.

As the remaining Marines came out of the doorway they looked the Wookies up and down clearly impressed, they all took a step back as Jawook growled but then the translator droid kicked in and said “We are trying to get to the bridge, are we close?”

“Ah, yes,sir you are, through that corridor then the third door on your right” The Twleik said

“Good, Good it is secure?” Jawook said via the droid

“Yes sir; however, we cannot withstand another attack 10 men were assigned to protect the bridge, we are the only five remaining” The Duro said favoring his right arm which had a blast burn clearly visible.

“Understood, I will have a squad stay here and help you defend the bridge” the droid said then Jawook looked at Captain Drhry and snarled with over exaggerated head motions communicated to Captain Drhry that he and his six men should stay here.

“And where are you going?” The Twilk asked

Jawook picked up the Storm Trooper he punched who was now beginning to come back and set him up against the back wall to the right of the door and pulled a cooling pack from his first aid kit and and dropped it in his lap

“When he wakes up tell him to set this against his head, as for me I am going to take back this station” Jawook said as the droid translated he pulled his bowcaster from its place on his back.

Jawook and the other six Wookies made their way to join Major Snrykkk and Squads one and two. They did not get far when they came across five stormtroopers trying to slice their way through a locked door that was labbed SpaceDock One it was the main access route used to get to the New Star Hawk Heavy Cruiser. They were laid with multiple bags of explosives ment, for the heavy cruiser currently under construction. Jawook took careful aim and fired a precise bolt kocking a storm trooper off his feet and depositing him a few meters away. The other four turned and aimed their blasters and opened fire. Several grunts and roars from Captain Oufish warned the other Wookies to mind their aim because if they hit those explosives the entire block will be wiped out. The fire fight continued with the StormTroopers wounding two Wookies, in return the Wookies killed two more storm troopers. The Wookie Bowcaster seldom left wounds if the bolt was not a direct kill then the trauma it caused made it almost impossible for any battlefield medic to treat. The two remaining storm troopers kept on firing, but when Captain Outfish scored a direct hit against a stormtrooper, the final storm trooper lowered his blaster and began scrambling for a small device left on the floor. Jawook recognized it as a detonator, without thinking he dropped his Bowcaster and pulled his Ryyk blade and charged. When StormTrooper finally grabbed it and looked up to see 2.5 meter Wookie charging he fired his blaster twice. Jawook didn't even stop but he swung his Ryyk blade and decapitated, the Trooper in one swipe. The detonator dropped from his hand and landed on the deck with a clang which was drowned out with a larger clang as Jawook dropped to the deck. Captain Oufish and the other Wookies leapt forward to help their wounded comrade, but as they flipped his body over it was too late, the last breath left hip lips and the last blood dripped from his paws.

Just then the comm crackled to life and through a growls and roars Captain Outfish realized that Major Snrykkk was saying that the remaining white beetles were fleeing back to the pods. Captain Outfish kneeled by his fallen C.O and grabbed his Ryyk Blade and moved his squad back to the main hanger, as they arrived he saw a trail of white armor leading to transports that were taking off. Major Snrykkk and Squads 1 and 2 were spraying continuous fire. As the transports left the energy barrier, Major Snrykkk walked to the edge of the barrier then pulled out his detonator, and pressed the big red button, and off in the distance three distant explosions clashed with the Star Scape.

Just then the Captain Drhry and his squad assigned to protect the bridge, appeared through a door joined by the five non-wooks and one additional Duro after hearing that the Storm Troopers were in full retreat and made their way to the hangar. They all gathered in the back center of the hanger and counted. After every mission Jawook always said that this was the worst feeling in the universe, to count and be one short. Captain Oufish explained what happened and every gigantic Wookie eye fell on Major Snrykk. Who pulled out his comm and called L.t Lila Driver.

“Hey guys, what up” she said cheerfully

The Comm was filled with the roars and snarled

“Alrighty, my escort I will pick you up!” She said

A few minutes later the Transport shuttle and an X-wing came into view. As they switched to repulsors then touched down, the Wookies were gathered in a tight circle. As Lila jumped out of the transport she made her way to the Wookies.

“Hey, guys” she stammered seeing something was wrong “what’s going on”

They said nothing, but the circle broke up into a more or less a crescent moon and at the center was Captain Oufish holding out Jawook’s Ryyk Blade. As Joker climbed out of his X-Wing he noticed that Lila without a single word walked up to Captain Oufish and accepted the newly cleaned blade, Joker noticed that Lila’s tears flowed freely. Then when she grabbed the blade, rotated it horizontally and bowed, the Wookies let out a roar so terrible and fighting that Joker took a reflexive step behind the land strut of his X-Wing. His bones rattled and his ears rang with the rage and sadness of the Wookies at the loss of their Commander. But then his eye caught sight of a Duro timidly walking his way, from his uniform Joker gathered that it was the station commander,

“Hello I’m Captain Chino, I’m the Station Commander”

“Hi, I’m Joker” Joker introduced himself

“I-I can’t thank you and your men enough for saving our lives” Chino said with great sadness

“Just doing our duty sir,” Joker said with a hint of sad optimism

“We finally recovered our sensor logs and we pieced together what happened to the Hosnian System” Chino said.

“Good, the Admiral is on his way” Joker said “and he wants answers”.

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 4 years ago

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i turn to paths that lead home; viii

Chapter 8: who do you think you are?

rating: its a gen fic for The Umbrella Academy

words:1.6k

chapter:8/?

warnings: nothing atypical for the umbrella academy, spoilers for season 2

AO3

a/n: many many many thanks to my discord friends who were a big help with creating and editing this @NightingaleComics @viridescentshade @cbuugdrama9 on ao3 @boardwalk-absurdist @3ternalslumber on tumblr

Summary: Luther held Vanya a little tighter, refusing to let her go. It changed the game and made all the difference.

First || Previous

summary: enter diego, stage left

After they had signed all the paperwork, Vanya and Luther were shown to a bland room. It contained only a table and three chairs plus the guard that showed them in.

It was minutes later that the man was shoved through the door. He was turned toward the new guard, the one that escorted him in, and hadn’t yet seen them.

“Fuck you. When I get out of here, I'm coming for you. I’m-”

“Shut up or I'll put you in solitary.” The man finally turned around and the look on his face was...angry. There were other nuances to it but anger was the one most present.

“Son of a bitch. You two?”

“So you know us?” The words slipped out of Vanya’s mouth before she could stop them and it startled the man. He jerked back into his seat but the menace coming from him slowed.

“What do you mean?”

Vanya and Luther shared a look but eventually responded to the man, “We were in an accident over a year ago. Head trauma. We’re slowly gaining memories back but we still don’t know a lot.”

“You knew me.”

“We recognized you. One of the earliest memories we got back was of seven of us in a circle on a stage.”

“Seven?”

“The three of us, a young boy in a school uniform, a woman in a leather jacket, a man with tattooed palms, and a blue man.”

“Yeah, that’s all of- A blue man?”

“He was wearing a leather jacket and pants but he was see-through and blue. Sometimes he has tentacles.”

“Ben?”

“His name is Ben?”

“A man with tentacles coming out of his stomach? Yeah, that’s Ben.”

“And you?”

He paused thoughtfully, peering at them through hard eyes, but he nodded and introduced himself, “Diego Hargreeves. Number Two.”

“Number Two? Did he name us based on our age or something?”

Diego went to respond but slowed his words and whistled slightly through his teeth when he caught sight of the guards in the corner of the room.

“Something like that. Listen, we don’t have much time left. But I’m gonna get out soon.”

“We can give you our number? So you can call us when you get out.”

“You somewhere safe, then?”

“On a farm.”

A shocked laugh burst out of Diego’s chest but it cut off when he saw their faces, “oh you weren’t joking were you?”

“Nope.”

“Ok — give me the number and I’ll call you. My first evaluation is coming up — and I’ll pass it.”

Vanya didn’t think it would be that easy but the look in his eyes told her Diego would pass. She and Luther stood up after Diego repeated the farm’s phone number back to them. She didn’t know if she should go for a hug or not so she just watched Diego strut out of the room.

She didn’t know what to think about Diego and based on the complicated look on Luther’s face, he thought the same.

It was as they were on their way home when Vanya realized that they never got the other names.

Diego hit the wall harshly. He was expecting it but he still bit his lip when he impacted. He knew the tone he had taken with the guards would come back to bite him but it still hurt. As the door slammed shut, Diego slid to the ground and stretched out his legs.

Luther and Vanya, huh. He didn’t know what to think about that. It sounded like — from their story — that they landed in the same alley he had but a year earlier. And his landing was better. At least he didn’t land and lose his memories. It was his actions that led Diego to be in this place.

He didn’t want to believe them but he felt like he had too. The way they interacted with each other? It was completely different. There was love and care between them. Before their foray into the past, Luther had been scared of Vanya and of what she could do, determined to follow dad’s lead and lock her up. Hell, the last time Luther and Vanya were alone together, Luther locked Vanya up and she decided to blow up the moon.

Granted, Diego felt like doing the same thing because of how often Luther brought it and his mission up. But now? Neither of them apparently remembered anything and they came for him for help.

He didn’t necessarily know what to do about that — the mighty Number One and the resident Family Traitor...only they didn’t remember those facts.

“Fuck.”

Diego wished he had had a couple of more minutes to talk to them. He didn’t get a chance to actually question them — but now he had some time to think of some questions. He had to come up with some that would prompt a reaction from one of them. Something that would break through their act — if they were lying. Diego knew that he could question Luther about his mutated body or their father. Those were topics that would break Luther’s silence. He didn’t know what type of topics to get Vanya with but based on what he saw back in the mansion on that last day — Diego might ask her about Pogo and what he had done to be killed in such a way.

Diego didn’t know what happened with either of those situations for them but he had seen the aftermath of even mentioning it so that was going to be his best bet on shocking them into dropping the act.

And in the unlikely occasion that they truly didn’t remember, Diego needed to know what memories they did have.

It had taken longer then Diego thought it would have, but a month after he first entered the hospital, Diego passed his evaluation and was able to call his siblings. During that month Diego had repeated the number to himself over and over again, both not wanting to forget it and as a reminder to himself about why he was putting genuine effort in talking it out with the doctors and staff.

He had spun a story about trying to find his siblings to explain the stalking behavior and semi-created a horrible ex for Vanya to explain why he had lied at first. Between those facts and the effort Diego showed in both group sessions and personal sessions, he passed the eval with flying colors. He had even seen some nurses drying their eyes — so amazed at the effort he was putting in to protect his family.

Diego hid the eye roll. Whatever got him out of here. He was told that he had a couple of minutes to make a phone call but after that, he had to vacate the premises. Letting the phone ring, Diego was making vague plans upon plans.

“Hello?” Diego was pleased that it was Vanya that answered the phone, not whoever they were living with.

“Vanya? It's Diego. I passed my eval and am being released from the hospital today. Do you-”

“Oh, that’s wonderful! I can come and get you? That is - if you want to stay with us?”

Diego swore to himself, in his head. He could see Vanya’s face, even over the phone. Big sad eyes, a hopeful smile that she was trying to stifle, shoulders hunched up, and she was probably curled up a little — making herself a smaller target for any sort of scorn or ridicule. He had seen that look a thousand times growing up, and it was even more effective now than they were adults. Diego swore it was the height difference. They might have been close to the same size growing up but now Diego towered over her.

He knew that even if he hadn’t planned on staying with them, he would have to now. Damn those stupid puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah. That would be nice — would it be possible for someone to get me tonight? I’ve only got a couple of minutes on the phone before they chase me out the door.”

“Of course! If I remember right there’s a little bookstore a couple of blocks from the hospital. I could meet you there? It would only take me about an hour to get there.”

“That sounds like a plan. You’ll be here in around an hour?” Diego wanted to be certain of Vanya’s arrival.

“Yup! Did you want me to bring you anything from the farm? I don’t think we have clothes that would fit you but I can bring some cash and we can stop somewhere.”

“I have the clothes I was wearing when I was admitted.” Diego didn’t want to go shopping with his sister — he remembered Allison and the many malls she dragged them to after their missions. He wasn’t doing that again.

“Oh...ok. You’re sure you don’t need anything?”

Damn those puppy dog eyes.

“...But I guess I could use a change. And maybe something to eat?”

“Oh! Oh yeah! I can bring some sandwiches and such!” Vanya sounded excited and Diego heaved a sigh, seeing his future. It involved shopping and talking about his feelings.

The things he did for his family.

“No provolone or mayonnaise. I’ll be in the bookstone. One hour.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

They hung up, then Diego completed the check out routine, getting back his uniform and harness but not his knives. He gave the guards the side eye he’d learnt from Five when they were preteens but knew he wasn’t going to be getting them back.

He was just walking out when he heard the doctors talking with the head guard, “Yeah we’re moving the new inmate in tonight — one miss Lila Pitts.”

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