#klaus and diego brotp tag

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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]

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.

[cr-yellow]

Yes but wouldn’t it also have been funnier if instead of commenting on it Klaus just raises his hands covered in black nail polish and nods approvingly

tua2 would have been significantly improved if Lila had also painted Diego’s nails while they were watching the frankel footage and for the rest of the season he has shiny lime green nails and it’s never commented on

[misskittysmagicportal]

Honey Comb from Tupelo Honey

Getting to know her…

B A S I C S

full name: Grazia (Grace) Bartucci AKA Honey Comb

fandom: Moonwalkers/The Umbrella Academy

description: 5′2, olive skin, curvy (wide hips), black hair, large brown eyes

gender: cis-female

sexuality: anything goes

pronouns: she/her

age: 23-25 years old as the story progresses, in her 30s in the AU

zodiac: Scorpio

O T H E R S

family: Parents: Giacomo and Teresa Bartucci (living)  Siblings (all older): Giuseppe, Antonio, Gennaro, Vincenzo and Giulia aka Joey, Tony, Gino, Vinny and Julia.  Godparents: Notorious comedian Lenny Bruce and his wife Honey Barlowe (her namesake),  Godsister: Kitty Bruce  Husband/Partner: Leonidas “Leon” Kostas  Future Children: Selina (Sugar) and Nicklaus (Sunny) aka Klaus “The Seance” Hargreeves

birthplace: New York City’s Little Italy district

job: occasional sex work, modeling, waitressing, scheduling, shop girl  Future: teacher, organizer and club owner

phobias: disappointment, hurting those she loves, not living up to the family legacy, being a terrible mother

guilty pleasures: clove cigarettes, whiskey, her fur coat and Leon

M O R A L S

morality alignment: chaotic good

sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

virtues:  Chastity/Temperance/Charity/Diligence/ Patience/Kindness, and Humility

T H I S - O R - T H A T (double bold is dependant on her situation)

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close minded / open minded

calm / anxious

disagreeable / agreeable

cautious / reckless

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic

traditional / modern

hard working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Leon/Honey

ot3: None

brotp: Honey/Adult!Klaus, Honey/Allison, Honey/Diego, Honey/Tom Kidman

notp: Honey/Johnny

Tag List: @robertsheehanownsmyass  @badsext @elliethesuperfruitlover @super-unpredictable98 @slutforrobbiebro @frogs--are--bitches

[the-updog-academy]

fav sibling bond?

Oh boy oh boy, I’m so glad I got this in particular. Some of y’all are probably gonna tell me to STOP RIGHT THERE, but you know good and well that I won’t.

Klaus and Diego. The BROTP. My two boys, whom I love very much. I appreciate and adore the hell out of them and they bring a smile to my face every time I see them together.

I love the thought that they crossed paths with each other over the years, and  the possible fact that Diego looked out for Klaus when he could.

It is very clear they have a stronger bond with each other compared to the rest of their siblings. Even Ben, having followed Klaus around for years seems to have a shaky relationship with him, mostly guilt tripping him about his lifestyle and choices.

Diego doesn’t judge Klaus like the rest of their siblings. He shows a lot of concern (sometimes it’s open confusion) but he never actually shuts him down and he treats Klaus with a kind of softness compared to the others. Diego constantly gives him rides despite his own protests, especially after Klaus gets back from Vietnam and it’s evident that Diego feels some kind of guilt despite not having known what actually happened to Klaus and never had any confirmation about his torture. He feels responsible. Like Klaus is his responsibility and that he let him down. But at least he went to look, after Patch’s call. None of the others were concerned enough with Klaus even after the attack on the house.

Diego knows Klaus so well that he talks about him wearing Grace’s heels and breaking his jaw, the same way one would talk about the weather. He just KNOWS how Klaus is. When Klaus is at the VFW bar, Diego refuses to leave until Klaus talks to him and he goes as far as fighting through a bunch of veterans just for his brother. Talk about ride or die! And the moment when they talk about Klaus losing someone hits so hard. Their exchange here says so much and Diego’s concern and hurt for his brother is evident. He may have not worded his concern very well, but it is enough to say that he cares about Klaus’ pain. There is a clear display of soft concern and adoration shown on the stairwell outside the motel rooms too. Diego’s trust in Klaus at the wheel of the ice cream truck despite him obviously being intoxicated is actually rather amusing. Their talk in the attic (despite it not having actually happened, much to my disappointment), is so natural and again, Diego just goes right into it without any judgement. Klaus is also his first choice when he wants someone to tag along, even if Klaus doesn’t feel up to it. The hug Diego gives his brother after Klaus "saved” him. He seems so proud of Klaus and I just really adore that. The only other hugs Klaus actually got was an awkward one that he initiated with Allison and I guess the spine crushing one Luther gave him at the rave but...he was high and drunk so I dunno how genuine it could have been, but the one Diego gave him was so genuine. Pretty sure Diego doesn’t do hugs. Yeah we see you being soft Diego, you can’t hide that. The amount of respect he gives Klaus at the bowling alley when Luther shuts him down? My heart. At least someone is taking him seriously!

On the flip side, Klaus is always siding with Diego on every argument during meetings, and he’s also the one Klaus goes to first when he needs a ride or help getting sober. And again when they’re on the stairwell outside the motel rooms, the way Klaus clings to Diego with a fondness that tells me he looks up to him a lot. Even Diego calling him an idiot is endearing. There’s also a deleted scene/BTS where they have a secret handshake. You cannot tell me they are not close, I will deny it. I am just so soft for these two boys and I want to see more of them in season 2. I also want them to have nice things, they deserve to be happy!

[tessasocs]

wbw for callie pls?

tagging @witchofinterest cause she asked too!

B A S I C S

full name: Calliope Nora Walton

gender: female

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Ella Walton (mother), Selena Walton (Aunt)

birthplace: New York

job: Thief

phobias: Spiders, Being crushed by a building, asphyxiation, drowning, 

guilty pleasures: Star Wars Prequels, the Mamma Mia movies, David Bowie, Taylor Swift

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: callie x diego

ot3: callie x diego x klaus (platonically)

brotp: callie x klaus, callie x vanya

notp: callie x luther

WBW

[go-haywire]

Rules: tag 9 people you wanna get to know better/catch up with and answer these questions.

I was tagged by @dayenurose

Tagging: @roguepuppyy @fuckyeahannamarie @ludi-ling @innasauce

3 ships: otp: Rogue & Gambit (X-Men), brotp: Maya & Krieg (Borderlands), ot3: Jack & Anne & Max (Black Sails)

Last song: Eastern Glow by The Album Leaf (the last song on my playlist 'Hour in Heaven')

Last movie: Little Women (2019)

Currently craving: anything mint-chocolaty

Currently reading: Diego & Klaus (from The Umbrella Academy) buddy cop AU fanfic

[elsakey]

You’re so right and valid and I’m so tired of people acting like anyone who ships anything other than like kl@ve in tua are the worst people to ever live.

Thanks friend for the Allison x Luther solidarity. ^^ I agree that people really need to take a chill pill when it comes to that ship and:

1) Stop making up additional reasons why it is allegedly problematic ("LuThEr is PrEdaTOrY")

2) Whenever claiming "Gerard Way the creator claimed it was weird in an interview!!11!!" cite the rest of said interview where the co-writer of the series described how the writers came to the conclusion that it WASN'T incest due to the circumstances (not blood-related, not raised in familial environment, etc.)

3) Just let people ship said ship and stop coming onto the tags to scream at shippers about how evil they are. Seriously. Just stay in your lane and leave us alone.

Sorry for the rant, just still mad that I cant even go on the tag to enjoy my ship.

I understand that people also ship FiveYa and Klaus x Diego. I personally enjoy those ships more as brotps. What's my solution to this? Shrug and go on my merry way. IT AINT THAT HARD, PEOPLE.

Peace. ✌🏾

[thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis]

My New Obsession...

So I literally started and finished the Umbrella Academy season 1 on Netflix and I

Am

On

Board!!

I want to make an oc for this show so bad!!! The only thing I have so far is that I know that the show said there were 43 babies born on the same day, but 44 is me and my mom’s lucky number and I want to incorporate that somehow. I might have to do a bit of research on the comics to get a good idea for a power. also i am living for Klaus and Diego brotp. I just love their relationship and how they act together, like when Klaus wants to tag along with Diego, Diego tries to say no but Klaus is like, “OKay, great. Let me just grab my stuff.” and Diego just resigns and goes along with it. I love that :)

But anyway, about the oc. if anyone wants to help me figure her out, let me know. this is a new fandom I don’t know anything about and any help would be great

[lcgioned]

GIVE ME KLAUS/DIEGO AND GIVE ME KLAUS/VANYA I DEMAND IT because i need to know how they deal with their resident disaster tbeh

@notebookscraps​ | Not Another Ship Meme | accepting

send me a ship ( otp/brotp/notp ) and i’ll tell you the following:

Vanya / Klaus BROTP first (diego & klaus under the cut)!!

who walks out of the movie theatre after a movie and suggest they watch another movie straight after? Klaus totally wants to make it a marathon day. 

who swears like a sailor when driving? Vanya curses under her breath and Klaus will just yell out the window, he don’t care. 

who is always ten minutes early to appointments? Vanya is always because she’s so anxious about being late. 

who swears they can set up the new home entertainment system without any help? Klaus and it’s really funny. Vanya doesn’t mind if it takes him a while, she can make them tea in the meantime. 

who can spend five hours straight in ikea? Vanya loses Klaus so she spends the next five hours looking for him. Unbeknownst to her, they have entered in the biggest and baddest game of hide and seek tag ever! 

who buys things online & returns them a few days later? I can see Vanya being dissatisfied by all the “great deals.” 

who plays the music so loud that it basically ruins everyone’s hearing? Klaus is very guilty and Vanya has to constantly turn it down. 

who is more likely to spend money on unnecessary things? Klaus!! 

who stays up until 5am reading? Vanya for sure. 

who has a strict “no shoes” rule in the house? Vanya, because she likes her place to be cleaaaan. 

who complains about not having a bathtub because they can’t buy bath bombs? Klaus, because “vaaaaanyaaa have you ever experienced a bath bomb??” 

who’s the more competitive one? Klaus is, but like in a fun way! 

Diego & Klaus! 

who walks out of the movie theatre after a movie and suggest they watch another movie straight after? At this point they both would lololo

who swears like a sailor when driving? Diego swears and Klaus just screeches.

who is always ten minutes early to appointments? These disasters?? Early?? ahahahAHAHA.

who swears they can set up the new home entertainment system without any help? They argue over who’s gonna set it up and then Klaus “wins” and Diego spends the next few hours pinching the bridge of his nose as Klaus single handedly takes apart the living room to hook everything up. 

who can spend five hours straight in ikea? Again, it’s because dear brother Klaus has disappeared in the store and now they have to find him! 

who buys things online & returns them a few days later? Both of these dummies!! 

who plays the music so loud that it basically ruins everyone’s hearing? It’s hard to say since they both blast it way too loud. 

who is more likely to spend money on unnecessary things? Both of these dumb bois.

who stays up until 5am reading? Diego would be up going through cases and Klaus would be on creepypasta or some other internet rabbit hole for HOURS. 

who has a strict “no shoes” rule in the house? Diego would prefer Klaus not jumping on the couch with his shoes but...that’s just not realistic. 

who complains about not having a bathtub because they can’t buy bath bombs? Klaus because “diego??? not you too? does no one in this family believe in magical bath time??” 

who’s the more competitive one? Diego, absolutely. 

[nancywheelxr]

Klaus gets kidnapped again and expects to be forgotten but this time his siblings are out for blood.

Hey there! Hope you like it!

When Klaus wakes up once again tied to a chair, his first thought is again? Seriously?

The second is a genuine appreciation towards the fact he’s fully clothed this time. These kidnappers at least had the decency to do their kidnapping in the streets and not after a shower.

Then, his third thought is fuck.

Because oh shit, he got himself kidnapped again and this time he’s not even buzzed. In fact, he’s still a little sick and a quick check reveals his left ankle is busted. Hopefully not broken, but he’s not holding his breath on that.

No running for him, then. Great.

The ropes tying his wrists are rough and biting his skin, and no wiggling around helps. Klaus really doesn’t want to break his thumbs to get out of this, but he’s not seeing many more options– or is that only for handcuffs? He’s not sure. Diego might have told him about this once, or maybe it was on Dad’s stupid training, but Klaus is kind of fuzzy and his head is hurting like hell and fuck this, honestly.

Just the thought of going through all this shit again, come on, he told those two freaks last year– there’s no point kidnapping him, he’s the one person in that giant ass house, no one would miss. It’s a dumb move.

And worse. Klaus doesn’t know how long it will take these new goons to realize he’s useless, and whatever they’re going to do once they do.

“Maybe they’ll notice this time,” Ben says from where he’s leaning against the wall. His eyes keep darting to the door, worriedly fidgeting. “Maybe they’re already on their way.”

Klaus snorts. “Right,” he sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Cause that’s likely.”

“I’m serious– hey, did you hear that?”

“All I’m hearing is your daydreaming,” Klaus mutters, trying to figure out if he could hop closer to the door. Or the window, that’s always an option. This place can’t be higher than the second floor– that’s survivable, right?

“No, no, I’m pretty sure I heard gunshots,” Ben pushes away from the wall, peering out of the window. “Shit, is that–”

Before Ben could finish his sentence, the door is thrown open and Diego steps inside, scowling impressively dark.

“Oh, hey, brother,” Klaus raises one eyebrow because it’s better than acknowledging the overwhelming relief washing over him. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Shut up,” Diego snaps, but his face does that thing where his eyes soften and it’s impossible to take his bark seriously. He works quickly in cutting the ropes and helps Klaus up, checking him over for any injuries and shit, yeah, his ankle is definitely broken again. “Can you walk? Come on, lean on me, we gotta go.”

“How did you find me?” He can’t help asking, flinching when his foot touches the floor, “figured I’d be here for another day at least.”

“I got to drive around all day without you whining about giving you a ride,” his brother says, almost amused in his gruffiness. “Figured something had to be wrong.”

Klaus doesn’t tell Diego he had been worried, terrified, no one would be coming for him again, even after everything, and he doesn’t say he’s surprised someone did come, but he knows his brother sees it, hears it in his voice, and understands. Diego might not be one for talking shit out, but he helps Klaus limp down the hallway towards their getaway car and there’s enough are you okays and I was worrieds in that.

“Come on, hopefully, Allison managed to stop Vanya,” Diego mutters, setting Klaus in the front row of their minivan.

“Why is she stopping Vanya? By all means, let her blow this place up.”

“Oh, no, that’s not necessary,” he waves Klaus off, dropping down in the driver’s seat and starting the car. “Allison’s stopping Vanya from stopping Luther.”

“Uh, is Luther drunk again? Because I was pretty sure that time in the rave was a freak accident, but–”

“No, Luther is stopping Five from killing the people who kidnapped you,” Diego explains calmly as if he’s not casually telling him their brother is about to murder a bunch of people. Or not, if Luther succeeded. “So that’s why Allison has to stop Vanya. We need them alive to interrogate later.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say–”

In the moment that it takes Klaus to process these facts, the minivan rocks as Vanya, Allison, and Five all pour inside, scattering in the seats, while Luther throws himself in the passenger seat. “Go, go, go,” Allison is screaming at Diego, and now that Klaus is paying a little bit more attention, he can kind of hear what sounds a hell of a lot with gunshots.

Beside him, as Diego tears out of the parking lot, Ben smirks, infinitely pleased. “Told you they were on their way.”

[armandyke]

Remember when I had an active brotp tag for Diego and Klaus? I miss that please let them interact again

[ao3feed-klave]

by Unicorn32442

I gave my favorite character from another fandom a bird and then I though Klaus and five deserve a bird too

so this happened

Words: 789, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Giving my favorite characters birds because they deserve it

Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Dumpster Parakeet

Relationships: Number Five | The Boy & Klaus Hargreeves, Dave/Klaus Hargreeves

Additional Tags: Fluff, kind of crack idk, five and klaus are brotp

[nancywheelxr]

Prompt the umbrella family goes to either the fair or an amusement park of some kind, but hijinks ensue. Like five being to short for the rides he wants to ride and Klaus getting lost in side one of the tunnel rides and scaring other riders.

Hey! hope you like it

When Diego spots Vanya wandering around the popcorn stand, the relief that washes over him is overwhelming.

“We have a problem,” she says as soon as he’s in hearing range.

A grimace. “So you heard Five’s bitching too?”

The way she blinks, making a face, tells Diego that no, she did not. “What?”

“Okay,” he sighs, “we have two problems.”

“What’s yours?” Vanya asks cautiously, like she’s afraid she might regret asking.

“They don’t want to let Five ride the roller coaster and he’s been yelling for ten minutes now. I just talked them out of kicking us out but it’s only a matter of time, really. You?”

“I lost Klaus in the House of Mirrors half an hour ago.”

A minute passes. They exchange a look. “Wanna switch?” Diego suggests.

Vanya smiles, relieved. “Yes, please.”

*

It starts when Klaus says he wants to go to Disneyland.

Everyone is predictably too lazy to think about a cross-country flight, and when pressed over why he’s being a stubborn little shit about it, Klaus caves and says Ben really wanted to go.

And so, because everyone is predictably too guilty and too awkward, they all compromise and decide on the Amusement Park outside town.

It’s–

Look. Diego had honestly been expecting worse, but at least he passed Allison and Luther five minutes ago and they had been spinning sensibly in a teacup, so you know. That’s two he doesn’t have to worry about.

Vanya is now in charge of wrangling Five into some semblance of order, and Diego supposes finding Klaus shouldn’t be too difficult. It’s not that big of a park.

Right?

*

Okay, Diego was a fucking fool. He should not have swapped Sibling Duty with Vanya and this is his punishment.

So far, he’s been to the Carousel, the Roller Coaster, the House of Mirrors– just in case– and the Popcorn Stand again because this place is a goddamn maze.

When he finds him, Diego is going to kill Klaus.

There are small children everywhere and the summer heat isn’t exactly helping his mood, even after he buys himself some overpriced ice cream. Look at him. He could be spinning sensibly in a teacup like Allison and Luther. A different, very far from them, teacup, but still.

Diego squints, watching a crowd of teenagers rushing out of the Haunted Tunnel, laughing way too shakily for a cheap place like this. A sliver of hope is kindled. If something weird is going on, Klaus is bound to be in the middle.

“Hey,” Diego calls, trying to sound less like a security guard and failing, “is that ride any good?”

One of the teenagers, a giggly blonde giggles and clutches her friend’s arm. “Yeah, it’s so spooky! I mean, don’t get me wrong, the makeup is definitely lame,” she shares a mean laugh with her friends, “but the blue ghost at the end was so realistic!”

Her little pals parrot her words like mindless gazelles and Diego is done with the conversation. He already learned all he could from this and his teenager-talk limit has been reached two sentences ago. Blue ghost, right. And they thought Ben was the sensible one.

The Haunted Tunnel is, in fact, lame. It tries to mimic an abandoned mine but the rocks are so obviously fake even in the low light, and the supposedly dead miners have the worst fake blood Diego has ever seen. Ketchup would have looked better. He brushes past them, earning little more than a scowl and a shrug, pushing annoying tourists out of his way.

He finds Klaus hiding behind a fake boulder, giggling and whispering at nothing. This is why they don’t have Family Holidays. Diego walks up to him, smacking the back of his head. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Diego?” He pouts, giving him an offended look before something at his left catches his attention and he grins, “okay, hold that thought. People incoming, okay, showtime.”

True enough, another group of teenagers turn a corner, laughing and clutching at each other, and Klaus squints, concentrating a ridiculous amount for the middle of a stupid park ride. His hands glow blue and suddenly Ben is faintly there, a shadow of a silhouette phasing through the wall and scaring the shit out of the teenagers.

“Ben?” Diego can’t help whispering, and Ben turns to him, smiling cheerily like he used to when they were playing hide and seek on the Academy and somehow Ben always won. “Looking good,” he says, and it mostly doesn’t sound choking.

Klaus pats his shoulder in what Diego supposes is his version of being comforting, and Ben waves before fading away again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that. Anyway. Diego was angry, he should get back to that. “Seriously? This is what you’ve been up to?”

“Hey, this is basically training,” Klaus insists, leaning against the boulder like this is completely normal, “if anything, you should be congratulating me. I made real progress today.”

“By scaring dumb teenagers?”

“By making this less lame!” He gestures around the place, “I didn’t wanna come in here first, because you know– enough ghosts for a lifetime here– but then I saw those guys and man, it’s bad. They really don’t know what blood looks like and frankly, that’s worrying.”

“Vanya was worried, you disappeared on her. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

At that, he does have the decency to look guilty. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to. We got separated in the House of Mirrors and when I found the exit, she was gone. I figured she got tired of waiting and left.”

“So you decided to come here.”

“No, first I bought a giant cotton candy. Then, I saw the fake miners and Ben had the idea of scaring clueless tourists. It’s been a busy day.”

“Unbelievable. Both of you. Let’s go,” Diego huffs, dragging him away from the path and towards the badly lit exit before another group came through. “We need to find the others before–”

“By others, I’m guessing you mean them?” Klaus points at Vanya, Five, Luther, and Allison hurrying in their direction, an angry security guard glaring at their backs.

Five reaches them first, scowling and barely giving them time to follow him, “we need to go. Now.”

“What? Why?” Diego looks between him and Vanya, who’s right behind with a giant cotton candy cloud in her hand. “What did he do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Five says, looking behind his shoulder to glare at Allison, “someone got too competitive in the Bumper Cars and caused a massive pile-up.”

Allison grimaces apologetically. “It’s not entirely my fault, the wires were kind of a mess to begin with.”

“And you were worried I was going to get us kicked out of here,” Klaus snickers, taking notice of Vanya’s ridiculously large candy. “Hey, I’ve got one of those too! Sorry for ditching you earlier, wanna share the chocolate bar some tourists dropped?”

Vanya looks at her cotton candy, then at Klaus, then at his half-melted chocolate bar. “Sure. Do you want to see if we can make chocolate-cotton candy sandwiches?”

“Absolutely. It will be like making s’mores,” he grins, and Diego exchanged a horrified look with Luther in a rare moment of camaraderie.

The Amusement Park was probably not the best choice for a family trip, but Diego figures the result wouldn’t change much, no matter where they had decided on. Still, all in all, it wasn’t so bad.

[nancywheelxr]

I'd like to request a TUA prompt with drunk Five + siblings. Your writing is amazing!!!

Hey, there! Thank you so much! I hope you guys like this one too!

“What I really want to know,” Diego says through gritted teeth, scowling at the lump on his backseat, “is who the hell is selling alcohol to the clearly thirteen years old.”

The lump on his backseat snickers, which is, to be fair, a better experience than the last time Diego had to pick up a drunk Five, but still. The bar shouldn’t be so low. They shouldn’t condone this, Diego went to the Police Academy for god’s sake.

“Please,” Klaus snorts, kicking his feet up on the dashboard and why the fuck is he barefoot, he was wearing shoes when they left the house– no. Diego doesn’t want to know, doesn’t care. “You know it’s not that hard, and also have you met Five? He probably bullied some shop owner into selling him booze.”

Diego has to concede the point, but he doesn’t have to like it.

“We should put a tracker on him,” he grumbles, taking a sharp left just to see Klaus clinging desperately to the armrest and Five tumbling to the side.

“How dare you,” comes the wobbly complaint from the backseat, and Five leans between the seats, “I’m older than both of you here. If anyone is–” He trails off, hiccupping and pressing a hand to his mouth.

“If you throw up in my car, I swear to god–”

“That is true,” Klaus nods, ignoring the very valid fear of Five getting car sick here, and hums thoughtfully, “and I’m older than Diego now.”

Frowning, Diego glares at them both. This conversation can’t be going anywhere good, especially if the delighted look they traded just now is any indication.

“Why,” Five snickers, then dissolves into giggles, holding on to the headrest of Diego’s seat to keep himself upright, “why did you let the child drive, Klaus?”

“What the–”

“My mistake, I know,” Klaus says, mockingly serious and reaches to pat Diego in the head, because Klaus has a death wish, clearly. “But look, our littlest brother here is doing a good job.”

Five laughs, falling back into the backseat.

“Fuck off,” Diego warns, pressing down on the gas pedal and willing the car to go faster. He scowls, staring resolutely ahead, “we’re all the same goddamn age and I’m cutting off that hand if you try to do that again.”

“Tantrums are–” Five hiccups again, “tantrums are bad, little brother.”

In a past life, Diego must have done something pretty fucked up, because that’s the only explanation as to why he has to endure this torture now. The Academy is mercifully already coming to view and he manages to hold back the reminder that he’s Number Two here– that would have sounded too much like Luther and Diego refuses to sink at that level.

“If both of you don’t shut the hell up,” he smacks the back of Klaus’ head to prove his point, pulling into the Academy’s garage. Diego sighs, closing his eyes. “This is the last damn time I’m taking care of your drunk ass.”

Klaus, who knows from first-hand experience that that is not true, that Diego will keep answering his phone and driving to pick him up at odd hours of the night and then give the exact same speech, laughs.

He laughs because they both know this isn’t going to be a frequent occurrence, that yeah, sometimes Five breaks but he gets his shit together after and be fine in the next morning. It’s worrying, but it’s getting better and it’s not as bad as the first weeks after the apocalypse. So Klaus laughs and Diego lets his lips quirk up in a smile that he would deny ever smiling in the first place, and they pretend it’s not a relief to hear Five laughing along in the backseat.

The giggles finally recede and Diego finally gets out of the car, slamming the door closed. From the garage, he can see Vanya left the lights on, wonders how much of that is still leftover muscle memory of if she noticed they left an hour ago.

“Come on, brat,” he mutters, yanking the door open, and pauses. Inside, Five is no longer snickering and hiccuping, instead, he’s slumped on the cushions, blinking like it’s the only thing keeping him awake. “Seriously?”

“He kinda looks peaceful, though, right?” Klaus says quietly, stopping at his side.

Diego snorts, but privately agrees. Five does look peaceful in a way he never does when awake, so Diego only sighs and moves to cautiously pick him up, expecting the inevitable petty fight that’s sure to come.

Except.

There’s no fight. Instead, Five goes easily, wrapping his hands around Diego’s neck and immediately burying his face on his chest.

“Uh,” Diego blinks, looking up at Klaus to check this isn’t a hallucination, “is this– what’s happening? Did we get the wrong old person child by accident?”

“Oh no, right, he does that when he’s tired, or sleepy, I guess,” he waves him off distractedly, fumbling with his phone, “hey, can you step a little more into the light? I can’t get a clear shot like this–”

“For the second time tonight,” Diego grits out, already marching to the house, “but still said with just as much feeling, fuck off, Klaus.”

“Come on, Diego, wait up, just one picture– for Vanya’s scrapbook!”

Without looking back, Diego adjusts Five on his arms, getting him more comfortable, and keeps making his way inside, carefully not jostling him too much. Things are getting better, yeah, but it doesn’t hurt to make an effort every once in a while.

[nancywheelxr]

Can I request a fic where Diego is just really soft with Klaus from Diego’s perspective? All the siblings are witness to his squishy insides and they like lightly tease him about being a Hardass with everyone also.

hey, there! You absolutely can! I love their friendship and we all know Diego is one giant softie on the inside!

“Diego!”

Diego ignores it, climbing down the stairs, two steps at a time. Maybe if he ignores him long enough, Klaus will go away.

“Diego, wait up!”

A sharp turn to the right and Diego closes the doors behind him. It’s cold outside, it’s freezing outside, and he just knows Klaus is going to ask him to drive him somewhere because Diego is probably the only idiot he can annoy into caving.

“What are you doing?” The question comes from Allison, who’s sitting on the couch with Vanya, popcorn between them, and watching what looks like an action movie on the giant TV. “Oh, I think Klaus is looking for you.”

“No shit,” he rolls his eyes, then does a double take. “Since when do we have a TV?”

“Since I bought one yesterday,” Allison raises her eyebrow, lips quirking up in a smile, “you seriously didn’t notice?”

“No, I–”

“Oh, hey, Diego,” Luther says, pushing the door open and nearly causing Diego to stumble, “sorry, didn’t see you there. Also, I ran into Klaus just now, I think he’s looking for you?”

“Keep your damn voice down,” he scowls, quickly looking around before closing the door again, “and I know that. I think he wants me to drive him somewhere.”

“He wants to go to that Subway that opened near the library last week,” Vanya explains, pausing the movie, and Allison and Luther make ahs and ohs like that made sense, t/like hey had known all along. “He said Ben saw an ad on TV about some new sandwich.”

“How is it that Ben was watching TV before me,” Diego demands an answer from the room, pointing at the screen with one of his knives for emphasis. Because come on. “And why couldn’t any of you busybodies drive him there?”

Allison shrugs. “Maybe if you spent less time brooding.”

Newly seated on one of the armchairs, Luther nods. “That’s exactly why we needed a TV.”

With a not really apologetic grimace, Vanya apologizes, “I don’t have a car. None of us do.”

“All of you told him to ask me, didn’t you?” Three very guilty heads nod in unison. “Unbelievable. Five people over the age of sixteen with a shitload of money and I’m the only one with a working car?”

“I had a rental,” says Allison, “but I’m still looking to buy one.”

Luther raises his hand. “I didn’t have time to look for one.”

There’s a minute of silence and they all look at Vanya for her excuse. She bites her lip, fidgeting in her seat. “Oh, I just didn’t want one.”

Allison snorts and presses play again on the movie, clearly considering their conversation over, but before Diego could tell her that no, this isn’t over yet, when are they all planning on getting their shit together, the doors burst open and this time he does stumble.

“Diego,” Klaus calls, as if Diego wasn’t already right in front of him, and someone should really sit him down and talk about using his inside voice. “I was looking for you. We need to go to that Subway near the library, Ben says they have a new special, limited time only, come on.”

“We don’t need to go anywhere,” Diego snaps, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees the TV freezing again and Allison passing Luther the popcorn bowl. “You need to get your damn license or call an Uber.”

“But Diego,” he whines, draping himself on an unoccupied couch, which, by the way, Diego doesn’t remember being there the last time he was in this room. What the fuck is going on in this house? “You have a perfectly good car for that. And do you really trust me behind a wheel in this city?”

Diego, who still remembers the ride on the ice cream truck, shudders. No, he absolutely doesn’t trust Klaus with any sort of vehicle. In fact, he wouldn’t trust Klaus to drive a bike. “Still not happening.”

“Hey, can you guys bring me one of their cookies?” Vanya asks, already looking for her wallet.

“Sure. The chocolate chips one?” Klaus sits up, reaching for the offered money and ignoring Diego scowling darkly at their exchange.

“I’m not going out in this weather,” Diego announces, kicking the leg of the couch to get his attention and watching with shameless satisfaction as Klaus loses his balance as has to grip the cushions not to fall.

He glares, “so you want me to walk there in this cold, cold unforgiving winter? What kinda big brother are you, Diego?”

“We’re the same age. We are all the same age.”

And then. Goddamnit. And then, Klaus’ face falls a little like it always does when he’s thinking about fucking Vietnam, and it’s Klaus, everything about him is loud, even his sadness. “Actually, now that I think about it, I’m older than the lot of you– except dear, grumpy Five, of course,” he says with a fucking fake grin that’s fooling absolutely no one, besides maybe Luther because Luther is an idiot. “So my bad, I guess, “ he adds with a flourish.

Goddamnit. Diego sighs. It’s not as if he can say no now! Fucking hell. He heaves the most long-suffering sigh he can manage before smacking him in the arm. “Get the fuck up, then. I don’t have all day.”

Klaus blinks up at him, frowning, “what?”

“Do you want your stupid sandwich or not?”

“Really?” He scrambles up, and his new smile looks a lot more like his usual one, and this particular crisis seems successfully averted. Diego refuses to smile back; it’s the principle of it all. “Let’s go then, before they eat all of Vanya’s cookies.”

Klaus makes for the front door, but Diego grabs him by the back of his shirt, dragging him back. “Not so fast. What part of it’s fucking freezing outside didn’t you understand? Go find a damn coat because I’m not hearing you whine about the cold later.”

“Fine, mom,” he huffs, whirling around in the direction of the stairs, hissing something too low for them to pick up.

In the silence that follows, Diego steels himself for the inevitable mockery. Allison is watching him with a way too amused grin. So is Luther. Vanya is the only one with the decency to at least pretend that she’s not entertained by this, and he would forgive her if she hadn’t asked for the cookies like she knew all along Diego would cave.

“Not a word,” he grits out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Didn’t say anything,” Luther raises his hands defensively, still grinning.

“Yes, Diego,” Allison says, too sweet for it to be anything good, “don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone you’re a big softie.”

“I hate all of you,” he gestures them with a knife.

Vanya coughs, sounding suspiciously like a laugh. “Of course you do,” she tells him infuriatingly placating. See if he brings her any cookies.

“I’m leaving now,” he scowls, picking up his keys from his pocket as he goes, more than glad to leave this nightmare mansion. And if he waits, idling on the curb long enough for Klaus to burst out of the house, ridiculous coat now on, well. Diego did promise to drive him to the fucking Subway near the library, didn’t he?