#klaus and allison brotp

[claracivry]

for the tv/film ask: the umbrella academy

Umbrella academy my beloved!!

favorite female character To the surpire of no one: Lila!!!!!! she's so great she's rude and troubled, she pretends to cold but isn't deep down, she's an absolute little shit, she plays the drums?? she's gorgeous she's powerful she's vulnerable... she's everything

favorite male character what more can I say about my man Five. The man is carrying so much guilt and works so hard!! He's also rude and arrogant!!! He's very smart but his coping mechanisms are terrible!!! He's tired!!!

worst female character I mean the Handler wasn't a bad character per se... but fuck her. It's the handler.

worst male character ???? Reginald is a bad person, not a bad character.... oh the Jenkins guy from season one. Yeah fuck him.

otp Diego x Lila :)

brotp Five and Klaus!!!!! they are so much fun (and they have more chemistry and charisma than the entirety of other show lol)

notp whatver Allison and Luther had going on in the beginning

Thanks for asking!!!!

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Evie's Ship Tags

Along with my new OC tags, I also figured I could use new tags for my ships (or just... y'know... actually tag posts about my ships instead of just screaming into the void). And since they're not always clear as to who they're about if just viewed at face value, I decided to make a list of them! This includes romantic, platonic and other sorts of ships.

Yes, I sacrificed recognizability for the funnies. Let me be silly, okay? I am also bad at coming up with ship names, which is another reason for why I settled for this.

-> TV Shows!

80s!Kit

Face/Kit aka FaceKit: #otp: if you were church i'd get on my knees

Anita

Don/Anita: #otp: make me a ring out of clover flowers

Bill/Anita: #otp: shut your mouth give me your head

Bill & Anita: #brotp: meet me on the battlefield

George & Anita: #brotp: two idiots in dance shoes

Joe Liebgott & Anita: #brotp: we've all got battle scars

Vicky

Vicky/Newkirk: #otp: thief of my heart

Iris

Hawkeye & Iris: #brotp: drunken monologues

Charles & Iris: #fam: the family jewels

Raevyn (this also goes for New Horizons!Raevyn!)

Gordon/Raevyn: #otp: crazy little thing called love

Raevyn & Topa: #brotp: i can see a rainbow

Eva

Eva/Sven: #otp: northern lights and southern skies

Eva/Michi: #otp: just a little chliché

Sven/Eva/Michi: #ot3: lipstick stamps on my passport

K'Rala

K'Rala/Tasha aka K'Tasha: #otp: everything stays

Data/K'Rala aka K'Data: #otp: we are so human

Will/K'Rala: #otp: just a touch of your love

Deanna/K'Rala: #otp: she knows what i think about

Worf/K'Rala: #otp: fight for me

The Polycule: #otp: will you share your soul with me? (it's a one true polycule, get it?)

-> Streaming Series!

Philomel

Philomel/Crowley: #otp: falling for you

Philomel/Aziraphale: #otp: the way to an angel's heart

Crowley/Aziraphale/Philomel: #ot3: amor vincit omnia

Raevyn

-> see the TV Shows section!

Reina (subject to a lot of change, probably)

Reina & Edward: #brotp: mi capitán

Reina & Stede: #brotp: oh captain my captain

Reina & Izzy: ??? (I'm still figuring them out, but they're something)

Byeong-ho

Byeong-ho/Sang-woo: #otp: till death do us part

Kassandra

Diego & Kassandra: #fam: stand by me

Allison & Kassandra: #fam: took the words right out of my mouth

Klaus & Kassandra: #fam: the silence is so loud

Five & Kassandra: #fam: the loneliest

Viktor & Kassandra: #fam: your tears are mine

Kassandra & her siblings: #fam: we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos

-> Movies!

Movie!Kit

Face/Kit aka FaceKit: #otp: i hate you so much it must be true love

Hannibal & Kit: #fam: daedalus and icarus

Diana

Mal & Diana: brotp: what else can i do?

Carlos/Diana: otp: puppy love

Claire

Claire/Eldora: #otp: this fire in my skin

Evie & Claire: #brotp: lace and leather

Charlie

Egon/Charlie: #qpr: research buddies

Helena

to be added

Honey

to be added

Varsha

Henry+Edward/Varsha: #otp: when is a monster not a monster?

Bára

Bára/Ahkmenrah: #otp: not even death could keep me from you

Lani:

Lani & Luke: #fam: the failure and the prodigy

Lani & Leia: #fam: our father's temper

Lani & Han: #brotp: halfblood and solo

Lani & Anakin/Darth Vader: #fam: are you proud of me dad?

-> One Piece

Aurelia

Mihawk/Aurelia: #otp: bloodstained gold

Aurelia & Sanji: #fam: mama's boy

Aurelia & Luffy: #brotp: there will come a ruler

Aurelia's "family": #fam: mihawk's accidental family acquisition (it's an insider that's very dear to me, and pretty much what Aurelia's OP verse boils down to lol)

Cora

Sanji/Cora: #otp: mr prince and his princess

Zoro/Cora: #otp: you wouldn't fight a katana with a rapier

Sanji/Cora/Zoro: #ot3: the prince. the princess. the knight.

Inari

Inari & Pudding: #fam: three-eyed duo

Inari & Big Mom: #fam: how much of my mother has my mother left in me?

Inari & Sanji: #brotp: though we don't share the same blood

Lily

Sanji & Lily: #fam: go ahead and cry little girl

Kaya & Lily: #fam: almost sisters

Usopp & Lily: #brotp: can you picture that?

Zoro & Lily: #brotp: big tiger small fox

Luna

Sanji/Luna: #otp: the angel and her devil

Lux

Lux/Zoro: #otp: theseus and the minotaur

Law & Lux: #brotp: achilles come down

Lux & Kaya: #brotp: i will be your sword and shield

Lux & Nami: #brotp: the cat is out of the bag

-> Animation & Others

Noura

to be added

Jelena

to be added

Soles

to be added

Jamie

to be added

Sherry

Peach & Sherry: #fam: sweet!

Bowser & Sherry: #brotp: honorary koopaling

Sonata

to be added

Eve

Patton & Eve: #fam: raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Roman & Eve: #fam: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Remus & Eve: #fam: all you gotta do is say my name

Indigo

to be added

Evelynn

to be added

[nancywheelxr]

Can we have a fanfic in which Ben OD’s? I think that’s how he died (“when you’re dead there’s no where to go, no where to change”) and I think the monsters were giving him physical/mental pain. So klaus gave him something. Ben got depressed because they didn’t work, so he took more. Nobody knew, Reg gave him antidepressants, he OD’d, nobody knew about his addiction but Klaus, the siblings all moved out because they couldn’t stand to be in the same house as Regetable, the man who killed Ben.

holy shit, anon! Ben’s death makes me so sad, are you trying to make me cry? But anyway, I hope you like this one1

*

This is bad, Klaus thinks, watching Ben pop off the cap of the orange bottle and swallow three white pills dry.

When you start taking them dry, you know it’s bad.

“You were supposed to only take one, you know,” he says, frowning down at his hands because it’s better than seeing Ben reenact Klaus’ early teen years.

They’re seventeen now. Klaus is supposed to be the fucked up one, not Ben.

Ben is supposed to be better than Klaus, to be above this shit.

“And they were supposed to make me not feel like shit,” Ben snaps, closing the drawer with more force than necessary and flopping down on the bed. His face is starting to relax, slow and syrupy in a way that is painfully familiar to Klaus and sends his stomach into painful knots.

He’s got a bad feeling about this.

“Ben,” he begins. What’s he supposed to say? He doesn’t exactly have the moral high ground here. “Have you– is it that bad?”

A thundercloud storms over Ben’s face, alien and foreign, but settling uncomfortably easily. “I don’t know, Klaus,” he shoots back, icily and distantly, “there are literal monsters trying to break out of my skin every second of every day. I can feel them writhing inside, pushing and lashing out. So you tell me, is it that bad?”

This is bad, Klaus thinks again but says nothing for the rest of the night.

*

Luther is being an asshole again but what else is new?

Well, the fourth and fifth pill on Ben’s hand is probably an escalation, but hey, Klaus is floating nicely in a cloud of something colorful and sweet he had chase with Dad’s vodka, so it’s kinda hard to worry about anything right now.

He smiles, lazy and absent, and watches with a distant sort of gaze as Ben self-medicates for the second time this afternoon. Can he blame him though? Luther’s being an asshole, that calls for some pretty happy pills, right?

It’s all good, though, it’s all fine.

*

Klaus eyes the new orange bottle in Ben’s nightstand.

It’s the real deal, like, from a pharmacy and shit. There was a prescription and everything, and Klaus hopes they’ll make Ben look less like he’s a ghost haunting this house, wandering the halls with an empty look on his eyes.

It’s been a while since his eyes have looked anywhere near alive and Klaus doesn’t like looking too much into them. Sometimes, especially in the bad trips, he has nightmares that he peers into them and he can see the tentacles flopping around, trying to break out of Ben like a hatching egg, like that movie with the aliens and the spaceship.

He also wonders if he should have told their father about Ben’s less legitimate pills, the ones he gets from Klaus’ dealer. That’s– that’s the kind of thing doctors should know before prescribing shit, isn’t it?

But Ben had sworn him into secrecy and he’s right, Klaus is one to talk, it’s his dealer, after all.

The know of worry stays there, clawing at his stomach, even as he tells himself it’ll be fine.

Ben will be fine.

Hey, they’re the good guys, they’re superheroes, right?

And heroes never die, they’re always fine.

*

The rain is falling steadily and Mom’s shoes are splattered with mud, and so is Allison’s and Vanya’s. Allison isn’t complaining, though. How weird is that?

She’s supposed to be throwing a fit and demanding to go home, that’s her MO.

Can they? Go home already, that is.

Dreadfully depressing, this place. It’s bringing Klaus’ high down and that’s– that’s no good. Klaus’ gotta stay high, up, up, up very far from here, from all of this shit.

Funerals have never been his thing, don’t let the aesthetic fool you.

“Klaus,” Allison says, laying a hand on his arm. She eyes his cigarette with interest, sniffing, and she has to know it’s weed. Everyone here does, he’s sure. They just don’t care, not today. “It’s– it’s going to be–”

She can’t finish the sentence, so she trails off instead, shrugging awkwardly in the end. They all know it’s not gonna be okay. Ben’s dead. He overdosed like they all though Klaus was gonna a long time ago and how unfair is that? Fuck you, Ben, he scowls, taking a drag in spite, that was gonna be me.

He blows smoke in the air and it hangs heavy, dissipating quickly in the rain; he passes the joint to Allison, watches her smoke without flinching.

“Too fucked up for me,” he says, sticking his hands in his pockets and makes a point not to hear the priest talking incessantly in front of the gap in the dirt. It’s ridiculous, really, to preach about gods and angels to the bunch of kids with superpowers. Klaus can literally see ghosts, asshole, he knows hell is very much real. Heaven, though, jury’s still up on that one.

“I can’t do this,” Allison says between a drag and the other, and she sounds bitter enough that the grass under their feet curls into dead yellow shades even without her catchphrase. “I’m out. I’m leaving first thing tomorrow.”

“Good for you,” Klaus mutters, but it’s not bad. He means that, in fact. They should all leave this place before it kills them too. “Good riddance to this shit.”

“You should come with,” she offers, passing him back the cigarette, and Klaus sighs, inhaling the smoke and letting it grow stale on his lungs before letting it out. “We could find a place in LA.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he shakes his head. Allison doesn’t know what she’s saying, that’s a stupid idea. She’s meant for the spotlight, Hollywood and all that crap. There’s a reason she’s going for LA and not whatever the hell city out there. “I’ve got my own thing going.”

“Klaus– fine. Just. I don’t want to attend another funeral, okay?”

“Don’t worry, sister dearest,” he smiles, but it’s not a nice smile, he knows, “everything’s going to be alright.”

The frown on her face doesn’t let up, stays put as Diego and Luther lower the casket down six feet under the earth and their father throws the first handful of dirt. Klaus snorts. That was a good pony show, good ol’ Reggie truly has an eye for the showbiz.

Diego, though, looks angrier than usual. Klaus gives him another week before he packs his bags too.

That being said, he believes this is his cue.

He feels Allison’s eyes on him all the while he walks out of the cemetery, putting out his cigarette in a nearby grave. So long, fuckers, he shouts in his head as he crosses the iron gates.

Though, when he pauses to cross the street, between a car and the next, Klaus could swear he saw Ben watching him from the other side of the road.

[loisbreelxnd]

God finally answered my prayers and gave me a Ben × Diego interaction :')

[sad-space-monkey-boi]

The Hargreeves

Have some aesthetics of the only valid members of the Hargreeves Family

[ginger-grimm]

✌🏽joy and siblings?

Joy and Luther:

Joy and Diego:

Joy and Allison:

Joy and Klaus:

Joy and Five:

Joy and Ben:

Joy and Vanya:

Joy and Jinx:

Joy and Jill:

[stressed-sunshine]

imagine chaotic baking with klaus and allison

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Since the siblings were separated into different years I thought to see who is oldest to younger depending on info were shown/heard:

Five; 59 (45 years + 14 days, + 1 month old )

Klaus; 32 or 33 ( landed in 1960, + 10 months old)

Allison; 32 (landed in 1961)

Luther 31 ( landed in 1962 + 4 years on the moon)

Deigo; 30 (landed in 1963 in October)

Vanya; 30 (landed in 1963 in November)

Ben; 16 or 17 (died in 2006 if he was alive he would be the same age as Klaus)

[armandyke]

Thinking about b99 and tua has inevitably lead to me imagining the “if I run and leap at Terry he’ll most certainly catch me in his arms” “NO I’M HOLDING COFFEE” scene but with Klaus and Diego

[fivesumbrella]

Ben and Klaus getting ready together before a mission ):

Ben and Klaus deciding on waffles together ):

Ben and Klaus playing patty cake together ):

Ben and Klaus ordering burritos together ):

Ben and Klaus supporting each other ):

[quotesfromthehargreeves]

Agent Cha-Cha: I know the Handler, and you're in far more danger than I. She’s coming for you. And I guarantee her soldiers find this place.

Patch: Not gonna happen. I rent it out under a shell corporation.

Diego: Yeah.

Patch: My mail goes to a P.O. box in Queens.

Diego: Yeah.

Patch: My neighbors think my name is Emily Goldfinch.

Diego: Oh, yeah.

Patch: People I work with all think my name is Eudora Patch.

Diego: Yeah -wait, what?

Patch: Don't worry about it.

Diego: Okay.

[nmberfive]

words we can’t take back

read on ao3 || idea creds to @didon || read part 2 || reblog for tag list

@ravenclawfairchild

1.

The first time someone tells Vanya she should be dead, she is 16. Ben’s funeral is a mere three hours away, and she figures she should talk to Klaus. He’d been closest with Ben, after all, the two seemingly inseparable. Without Ben, she knew Klaus must feel alone, unimaginably so. And, well, feeling alone was something that Vanya had a bucketload of experience with.

He’s high when she approaches him. She can smell the weed radiating off of him, and his big eyes are wide and unfocused. She’s seen him like this before, sure. She can’t remember a time when she hasn’t seen him like this, not since they were kids. But something about this feels different, feels like it’s more. Then again, so does everything. Still, she comes closer, kneeling in front of him, doing her best not to flinch when his wide, angry eyes focus on her.

She opens her mouth to say- well, what she intends on saying, she isn’t sure- but is cut off by his slurred voice, low and broken. “Why are you here?”

“I just wanted to-” she begins, face flushing, cursing herself in her head. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She is so not what he needs right now.

He interrupts her once more, shaking his head, gesturing around with his pale, slender fingers. “No, no. Why are you here?” He’s gesturing around them, at her, at the house, and she doesn’t understand. “Why are you here when he isn’t?”

Her eyes widen and oh, she gets it now.

He doesn’t stop, his voice distant and rough, an angry hiss. “Why are you alive? You don’t- you don’t deserve to live. Not like he did. You’re- you’re just ordinary. He was special.”

She steps back, vision blurring with wet tears she can’t manage to hold back. She knows he doesn’t mean it, or rather, he doesn’t mean to say it aloud. She’s thought it before, and it comes as no shock to her that he has as well, but it still stings to hear him say it.

So she doesn’t turn back when he calls her name, voice apologetic, not when she hears him muttering and cursing under his breath. Not even when she hears a muffled, “I know, god, just shut up.” that she will later wonder after, when her tired mind allows herself to think of the occasion, emotions numbed with the pill that is so good at shutting out her pain.

2.

The second time is about an hour after the first. Vanya’s been crying for about an hour when Luther finds her, his face tight with disapproval and pent-up anger that he’s never been good at concealing.

“Why are you crying?” He bites out, voice mocking and angry.

She looks up, glassy eyes wide and confused. “He was my-”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit. He wasn’t your brother. You didn’t know him. He was my brother, and I lost him. God, I wish he was here.”

“Me too,” Vanya says, her voice small and hurt.

“No, no, you don’t get it. I wish he was here instead of you.”

This time, when she stumbles away, there’s no attempts to stop her, no regret in her brother’s voice. There’s just silence, a cold, angry silence that envelops her.

3.

The next time she’s told she won’t be missed, it’s less spoken out loud than it is implied. She’s standing at Ben’s grave almost a week after the funeral, eyes downcast, shoulders shaking as she struggles to hold back silent tears. She doesn’t realize she isn’t alone until she feels a comforting hand on her shoulder, a gesture she is unused to. When she whirls around, surprised, she meets her father’s surprised gaze.

“Oh. I thought you were your brother for a moment, Seven.” Which brother he is referring to, she isn’t sure. She’s not sure it matters either. It certainly doesn’t matter as much as what she knows he means- that he wouldn’t have reached out, wouldn’t have comforted her if he’d known who she was.

“Why are you here, anyways?” She winces, thinking briefly of Klaus.

“I miss him,” she answers, her voice trembling.

He nods, face impassive, but she knows what he’s thinking. You don’t deserve to miss him. You don’t get to miss him. He should be here in your place. Her jaw squares, and she turns away, heading back inside, muttering something about wanting to get out of the rain as she goes.

4.

It’s when she’s leaving that she hears it again, that sentiment that she’s tried so hard to forget. This time it’s from Allison, which she supposes shouldn’t surprise her as much as it does (they’ve all thought it, she knows they have, of course Allison doesn’t actually like her) but Allison’s always been kinder than the others, and she’d fooled herself, just a bit, into thinking her kindness hadn’t been a trick.

Maybe if she’d been less foolish, the blow wouldn’t have felt quite so low.

She’s said her strained goodbyes to each of them, and is almost out the door when she hears Allison call her name. She turns around, suitcase quietly hitting her leg as she does so, and faces her sister as she descends the stairs, face filled with a quiet anger that only she had ever been able to possess. The rest of them had always been loud with their anger, with everything. Vanya had learned to quiet herself over the years, but it took time and help from the pills she’d come to rely so heavily upon. And her quiet did nothing but shove her further into the shadows, nothing but make her even more invisible to her family than she’d been before. Allison’s quiet was different, containing a sort of power that the others’s noise could only begin to capture.

“Vanya,” Allison repeated, her features tight. “You’re leaving?”

She raised her eyebrows, surprised. Allison had known she was leaving, had already said goodbye. She wasn’t sure how to respond, wasn’t sure if Allison meant more than she was letting on, more than Vanya understood. She nodded, shrugging helplessly. “I have to get out.”

Allison rolled her eyes. “You have to get out? Do you have any idea what the rest of us have been through, while you were here playing your stupid violin? Do you have any idea what we’ve lost?”

“Ben was my brother too, Allison.” Her voice is quiet, but she thinks maybe she’s captured a fraction of her sister’s sort of quiet, because in the large space, the words seem to bounce around, feeling louder than anything she’s said before.

“Was he? If he was your brother, Vanya, really your brother, you’d know him. You’d know he wouldn’t want you to leave. You’d know he wouldn’t have left us, because he knew better than to abandon his family.”

The words cut at her, but she forces herself to keep her chin high. She will not let her last memory of her childhood home be one of her cowering to her sister. “I’m not him, Allison, I never will be!”

Allison frowns. “Unfortunately.”

She flinches, and turns on her heel, pushing the door open. She doesn’t let herself look back. She doesn’t need to, anyway. Allison’s disapproving face is still burned in her mind.

Later, Allison calls her house. She doesn’t pick up, doesn’t let herself give in, but she listens to the message, a seemingly endless monologue of I’m sorry’s and I love you’s that she will spend the next year attempting to believe.

5.

She doesn’t hear from any of them after that, with the exception of a few calls from Allison that take all of her effort to answer, and never last more than ten minutes.

And then she writes her book, and everything changes.

The calls from Allison are less frequent now, and when they do speak, her voice is clipped and lacks its usual politeness. She receives calls from each of her siblings, each sibling somewhere in between anger and betrayal that she doesn’t know how to respond to.

Diego calls last, not bothering to conceal his anger when she picks up. “Vanya.”

“Diego?”

“Why the fuck did you write that?”

“I-”

“No, I’m not done, Vanya. Why the fuck would you do that to us? Wh- what gives you the fu-fu-fu- shit.”

She can picture him then, standing over the phone, shaking. She hadn’t heard his stutter come out in years, and it surprised her enough that she kept quiet.

When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and controlled, more deliberate than she’d ever heard him. “What gives you the right, Vanya? You didn’t- you weren’t like us, how dare you pretend you get it?”

“I wasn’t pretending anything, Diego,” she exclaims, no longer able to keep herself quiet. “I never once said I got it. What we went through- what he did to us- it was different, you know it was. I never pretended otherwise.”

“You did, though. You pretended you deserved more than us- more than Ben. That’s why you left, isn’t it? Because you aren’t one of Reginald Hargreeve’s freaky wonder kids? You’re just Vanya. You left us all with him, after everything he put us through, and then you started a normal life. None of us could ever do that, not after what he did to us. And your book? The one you wrote so that everyone could fucking pity you? It made it so much harder for us. You know, Ben would’ve never-”

He goes silent. Vanya slams the phone down, shaking, and glances around the room. She glides toward her violin, like a magnet drawn to a magnet, taking it out of its case gently, gazing at it with eyes full of all the love that had never been bestowed upon her, hands slowly stopping their trembling as she begins to play.

[nancywheelxr]

Hey can you do the rest of the siblings finding out what happened to Klaus while he was in Vietnam? And maybe them eventually believing him when he says he’s sober because of this? Honestly anything with Klaus and validation would be wonderful. I’m sorry if you’ve done this already or if it was too vague! I reallly enjoy your writing, you’re doing a great job:) thank you for existing

Hey, thank you so much! Actually, thank you for existing!

“Is this Vietnamese food?”

It’s a fair question to ask and Diego can see where Allison is coming from, but perhaps the more pressing question would be: “since when do you cook?”

“Well, you know,” Klaus shrugs, sitting down himself at the table like this is just another dinner and not the most surprising thing yet to happen today, and honestly that in itself is a true feat. “There was this sweet old lady in the bar we used to go back in Vietnam, she used to give us free food. Well, me and,” there’s a barely noticeable hiccup on his voice, and Diego is sure the others don’t notice, except maybe Allison, but he does, and he regrets asking in the first place. “Dave. She said he reminded her of her son. Anyway, she taught me how to cook a few things.”

It’s strange to see Klaus grow quiet, his sentence ending without any exclamation points or nonsensical things to make someone laugh, and sure, it’s better than the mood swings from the first days after he came back from ‘68, but it’s still odd and uncomfortably sad.

His siblings, though, aren’t aware of the shit they’re dragging up when Luther frowns, setting his fork down. “Wait. Did you just say Vietnam?”

“Who’s Dave?” asks Allison, and Five grimaces in a way that tells Diego he also knows this is not going to be a good night for Klaus.

“Right,” Klaus says, drawing out the word and pushing food around uninterested in his plate. A crease appears on his forehead as he stares down his glass, eyes unfocused. “I keep forgetting I never told you guys about the war.”

“I’m sorry, war?” Vanya coughs, choking on her soda in bewilderment. Which, Diego supposes is a fair reaction. “As in the Vietnam War?”

“That’s the one,” he snaps his fingers in her direction and points, but the cheerfulness in his gestures doesn’t reach his eyes. Klaus is always bleeding out emotions, and if his manic glee was easy to spot before, his sadness is no different, especially after everything they all went through together. “Remember that briefcase those psychos with the stupid masks were asking about? So, turns out it’s a time travel machine thingy. Sent me straight to 1968, smack dab in the middle of the war. Who woulda thunk it, huh?”

“Are you telling us that you fought in the Vietnamese War?” Allison asks so incredulous that Diego is surprised her jaw isn’t hitting the floor. She blinks, looks at Luther like she thinks Luther should say something and opens and closes her mouth a few times when he doesn’t. “Klaus, that’s– I mean, I’m so sorry, how did we miss that? Are you alright?”

“Oh, that’s because it brought me back to a few hours after I left. Very convenient, although I wouldn’t recommend it.” Klaus tries for a smile but it’s wobbly and so unconvincing, even Luther picks up on the sadness spilling at the edges. “And I am perfectly fine, it even got me to sober up!”

“So you didn’t spend much time there?” Luther mumbles his way into a question, clearing his throat.

“Ten months,” he says shortly, clipping his answer like it hurts to get the words out. Diego bets it does.

“Jesus Christ, Klaus,” Luther breathes, eyes going wide at the thought of Klaus fighting in a war in the middle of the Asian jungle, more than five decades ago. Ten months in that hellhole– Diego shudders at the thought. “Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

There’s a pause, and Diego watches as his brother sips his water with shaking fingers. His entire expression changes, softening into a gentle smile that Diego has only ever seen once before. It’s tender and fond, spelling out so much affection that leaves little room for grief. “I met someone,” he says quietly, almost to himself, and they wouldn’t have heard it if the room hadn’t gone deathly silent. “I loved him more than anything, enough to stay forever if– I loved him.”

The fact that Klaus had come back alone and his use of the past tense doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. Vanya looks sadly at him, reaching to pat his hand in comfort, and Allison lets out a little oh. “Was that Dave?” She prods, probably sensing it would be best for Klaus to unfurl his grief off his chest, lay it on the table, talk the hurt down. It might help, not that Diego would know, he prefers to keep things for himself. Sometimes it’s good to keep shit bottled up, sometimes you gotta hold on to the glass shards to remember what looking out the window felt like, even it if it cuts you. But that’s Diego. Klaus has never been like Diego when dealing with shit.

“Yeah,” Klaus nods, smiling the same little smile from before, but it’s definitely sadder now, shaky like his hands. “He was an American soldier, showed me around when I got there, and– he was the best person I’ve ever met. The kindest, the most beautiful, it was like– I never believed in God, but I could believe he was an angel. I thought, I don’t know, that we were gonna ride out the war and, I don’t know, live life? Happily ever after, the whole thing,” now that he started talking, it’s like Klaus can’t stop. The words pour out of him like rain, sizzling down the dinner table. “And we were happy, these ten months. It was hell back there but it was paradise with him, until– war is a pretty dangerous place, you know?”

Diego rests a hand on his shoulder, squeezes comfortingly, because the waver on his voice is so unlike him, they all can’t help wanting to bring back his old self. Well, fairly new old self. The one that laughs without anything else in his blood. Allison averts her eyes, looking down at the flowers embroidered on the table cloth, “I’m so sorry, Klaus. We never knew– if you ever need anything, we are here for you.”

Luther nods along, terribly uncomfortable but seems determined to stick around to show his support, and Five is looking anywhere but at Klaus when he says, “I am sorry for your loss, as well. And like Allison said, we’d like to help.”

“Thanks,” Klaus grimaces, drumming his fingers on the table nervously. Everything about it screams the overall awkwardness about the whole thing. They have never been good at this emotional, sentimental bullshit, each of them bad at it in their own special fucked up way. “I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.”

A minute ticks by before Vanya speaks quietly over the second of the clock. “Is that why you got sober? To speak with him again?”

Klaus is the one coughing now, clearing his throat before replying. “Yeah, actually. What’s the point of this little cursed power if I can’t use it for selfish reasons once in my fucking life.”

“Did it work?” She asks again, equally quiet.

This time the look that crosses his face is half anger, half grief. “Not yet,” he huffs, stabbing his food with his fork. “But I’m not giving up on him.”

“Sounds healthy,” Five comments, sounding flippant in his usual way, but Diego can hear the underlying worry. The I understand, and he bets Klaus does too. “But I left Dolores at the department store, so what do I know, right?”

“When is the last time anyone in this family ever did anything healthy?” Diego snorts, taking the opportunity to dispel the heavy air hanging over the room.

“I, uh, ate a salad last week,” Luther volunteers in a rare show of awareness.

There are weak laughs from the others, and Klaus even cracks a smile. It’s a fairly weak start, but baby steps are still steps, and Diego had expected a much worse reaction from them. In fact, he had expected Klaus not to tell them at all.

It’s nice to get a good surprise for once.

[drarrymylove]

Pansy: What the fuck Draco?!

Draco: It’s like you always say, “There are three things I refuse to owe: money, favors, or an explanation.”

Pansy: *scoffs* Fine. Be that way. But stop stealing my clothes without at least telling me since you can’t be bothered to ask first.

Draco: Good. So glad we’re on the same page... Now will you help me with this zipper?

[sad-space-monkey-boi]

Luther + His Siblings

[shrinkthisviolet]

YES to all of this!

the absolute best parts of Umbrella Academy s2

I literally have nothing new to add to these; they just made me smile. And obviously, spoilers if you haven’t see it!

Allison not hesitating for a SECOND to jump into the pool while reuniting with Klaus!!

The whole family getting into the car with Vanya to help Harlan. Just. *chef’s kiss*

“Hey, Diego. Can’t say hi to nobody?” “hi allison.” “What was that?” “HI ALLISON.”

Ben (as Klaus) reuniting with and hugging Diego

Let’s be real, Ben was the real hero of this season. He’s dead and still prevented a nuclear apocalypse by saving Vanya.

But Diego, Allison, and Klaus also trying? Beautiful.

Diego and Vanya chilling on the steps in the last episode

Five admitting that the entire time he was in the apocalypse alone he was worried about his family

The slow reveal that Klaus has become a legit cult leader

Ray’s biggest takeaway/surprise from Allison’s whole life story being that there was a black president

Ben telling Vanya to make sure that Klaus knew he wasn’t responsible for keeping Ben away from heaven 

Diego immediately leaving orientation

And then later lying to Five by telling him he passed the whole thing

Klaus being caught by those two cowboys

Five calling the Swedes the “IKEA Mafia”

what a good show. free free to add your own favorite parts; this is in no way a comprehensive list!