#klaus hargreeves x you

[girlkisser13]

dating klaus hargreeves would include

• klaus loves to take you on spontaneous and unconventional dates. from late-night walks through empty streets to exploring abandoned buildings, each outing would feel like a mini-adventure.

• he isn’t one for structured romance, so expect lots of random hugs, kisses, and cuddles. he’d always find a way to touch you, whether it's holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder, or intertwining your fingers with his.

• you’d need to have a good sense of humor and be comfortable with dark, often morbid jokes. klaus would use humor as a way to cope with his past traumas, and he’d appreciate someone who could laugh with him, even at the bleakest of times.

• over time, he would open up to you about his ability to see the dead, his struggles with addiction, and his fears. your relationship would deepen as he slowly lets you into the parts of his life that he usually keeps hidden.

• despite his carefree nature, klaus would be surprisingly protective of you. he’d be the first to stand up for you in a confrontation and wouldn’t hesitate to use his powers if it meant keeping you safe.

• being with klaus would inspire you to be more creative and think outside the box. his unconventional approach to life would challenge you to see things differently, and you’d often find yourself getting involved in his artsy and eccentric projects.

• klaus is full of surprises, and he’d love to keep you guessing. from surprising you with your favorite takeout when you’re having a bad day to bringing home a stray animal because he felt sorry for it, life with klaus would never be boring.

• he has a unique way of showing love. It might be through acts like letting you wear his favorite band t-shirt, insisting you join him on a spiritual retreat, or simply holding you close after a nightmare.

• klaus is known for his mood swings, often shifting from joy to sorrow in the blink of an eye. dating him would mean riding this emotional roller coaster with him. you’d become skilled at reading his moods and knowing when he needs comfort or space.

• your home is a reflection of klaus’s eclectic personality. it is filled with mismatched furniture, various thrift store finds, and an array of colorful decor. klaus’s style would make your space feel more like an artistic expression than a conventional living area.

• klaus has a love for music, and your relationship would be filled with impromptu dance parties. he’d put on his favorite records and pull you into the middle of the room, dancing with abandon. these moments would be some of the happiest, where you both let go of everything and just enjoy each other’s company.

• you're the first person who has made him feel important and valued. you listened to him, allowed him to be himself, and never judged him.

• klaus is dramatic by nature, and your life together would be filled with theatrical gestures. he’d quote poetry at random moments, declare his love in over-the-top ways, and make even mundane tasks feel like scenes from a play.

• you’d develop a collection of inside jokes that no one else understands, creating a bond that feels private and unique. klaus would also love giving you nicknames, often humorous or slightly outlandish, to make you smile.

• he 100% calls you pookie.

• klaus has had struggles with addiction, so if he’s working on staying sober, your support would mean the world to him. you’d encourage him through difficult times and celebrate his victories, no matter how small. your patience and understanding would be key to helping him stay on track.

• you're his anchor; the one who grounds him when the chaos of his life becomes overwhelming. <33

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hey pookie I think my ask got eaten by tumblr but I saw one of your posts saying you write for the umbrella academy and I am lowkey desperate for Klaus fics 😭 (I found out he was canonically pansexual and genderfluid and lowkey giggled)

Maybe smutty headcannons/short drabbles for Klaus x Reader ?? All I can say is that man fucking RADIATES switch energy. Also I’m good with fem or masc pov I don’t Gaf❤️❤️❤️❤️

He’s probably also one kinky motherfucker too (cough cough hazel and chacha torture scene) and I can totally see him being a masochist idk

A/n: I am so sorry! Tumblr fucks my shit up so much and if this sucks too I apologize. I have not watched the newest season of Umbrella Academy.

🔥: When you bite his neck during sex, please bite his neck during sex. He will 100% lose it if you are riding him and when you give him little nips across his skin the man know's that you're eager for sex just like he would be, you can always feel his hardon pressing into you when you bite his neck.

🔥: Loooves it when you run your nails down his chest, even better if you do it hard enough to leave a mark. Boy does he love just showing off your little marks, Klaus can't help but proudly show everyone, he know's their jealous but I mean how can he blame them, have you've seen yourself?

🔥: Tie him up! Please! Please time him up. You take control and he will be a whimpering mess for you. Klaus loves to groan out your name, to moan out your name when you're jerking him off. He's a weeping mess when you use one of your vibrators on the tip of his cock.

🔥: Will 100% switch if you want him too, lightly chocking you. Lot's of orgasm denials, too much for play. Your mind is in a haze, lost count in all the orgasm's you've had thanks to Klaus.

[kybercvnt]

First Love

Pairing – Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Summary – You trust your brother and your best friend with the whole world, so who better than to share your firsts with?

Word Count – 563

Warning – Implications of underage sexy-times, mentions of drugs

You and Klaus were each other’s first everything. You, Klaus, and Ben were inseparable and did everything together, but there was always a deeper connection between you and Klaus. Ben felt like the third wheel even before he died.

Klaus and Ben’s relationship was different to you and Klaus–they were brothers, best friends–but having the opposite gender involved complicated it. Peak puberty and newly developing feelings paired with two best friends who trusted each other opened so many doors to exploration.

Being cooped up in the academy didn’t help either, there wasn’t much to do except sneaking out to smoke one of Klaus’ joints. That’s probably how he got the rubber too, the same way he managed to smuggle cannabis.That also meant the two of you were great at sneaking around after curfew without your father knowing, better than Luther and Allison at least.

It was another one of those nights. You and Klaus sitting cross-legged opposite each other on his bed passing each other the joint and blowing the smoke out his window, laughing and chatting about whatever embarrassing things your siblings did that day. The joint must've been laced with something that night, because at the end of every conversation there would be a long silence before someone started a new one and in that time, you felt the resounding urge to kiss him.

Klaus was cute, silly, and would do anything to make you smile. As much as the two of you grew up to be close as siblings, there was always something inside you that made you feel like you had already found your soulmate. If you ever needed someone to comfort you when you cry, or just to keep you company, somehow Klaus was always at the doorway ready for when you needed him.

After your shared joint, you both laid down in his bed with his arm around you, and that silence hung in the air once again. You couldn’t say you loved Klaus just yet, you were young and hadn’t experienced the outside world, but of course you loved the boy you’ve seen every day since you could remember–the boy you called your brother. But, you couldn’t love Klaus. He was always open-minded, and you admired that and looked up to him, so you tried to be the same. Anyway, by the time your father would let you all go gallivanting outside of the academy, then Klaus would’ve easily already found someone to settle with, because who wouldn’t fall head-over-heels for him like you did?

You felt courageous in his arms and so you looked up at him. He looked down at you when he felt your head turn on his shoulder. Another reason you thought he was your soulmate was how he could effortlessly read your mind. Without a word, he pinched your chin between his fingers and pulled your lips to his. It was so sudden yet so euphoric, a first kiss was better than drugs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

When you made out in his room, and he bent over to pull the mysterious loose packet of rubber under his bed, you knew you wouldn’t want to share any of your firsts with anyone that wasn’t the boy you trusted–your first kiss, your first time, and your first love would always be with him.

[sleep-i-ness]

Maybe They're Born With It, Maybe It's Trauma

Summary: You make a new friend at rehab.

Content Warning: Drugs, rehab

TUA MASTERLIST | GENERAL MASTERLIST

“I hoped we wouldn’t be seeing you back here so soon.” The dour face of Dr Hartleben greeted you as you waltzed into the rehab centre, a grin splitting your face in two.

“How could I stay away? I simply adore the early morning yoga sessions and going around in a circle after lunch explaining why we’re all so fucked up.”

Dr Hartleben’s pursed lips and sour expression conveyed all she had to say on the matter as you turned sharply on the ball of your foot. She took large strides down the corridor, and you had to jog to catch up, your scruffy trainers squeaking on the shiny linoleum floor. This place was like a second home to you, having been in and out every few months for the past 7 or so years.

You’d tried to hold down a steady job, really, you had. But all you had to show for it was a place as a flautist in the local orchestra, which did not pay, and a spacious but surprisingly cheap apartment in the dodgy part of the city. That you’d bought with money from your past life, when everything had been fine and on track to at least a minimal amount of success. But all in all, you’d decided that there was no point in trying to regain some semblance of normalcy in your life when all you ever did was try to escape the ghosts from your past.

Dr Hartleben pushed open the dull aluminium door with your foot, a shaft of sunlight illuminating the room. Ah, home sweet home. The stale scent of iodoform and sweat wafted out and you breathed deeply. This was the one thing that never changed, no matter what.

“You know your way around, the top bunk on the far left is vacant. I expect to see you adding your name to the duty rosters and coming to group therapy this afternoon,” Dr Hartleben was itching to leave you in the confined patient dormitories, barely even standing on the faded doorstep of the room. “Your stuff will be brought to you as soon as it has all been checked.”

You scoffed. “I’m always a model patient, I’d never jeopardise my spot in this wonderful place by bringing shit in with me.”

“Then why are you back again? I’ll leave you to get settled and make your bed. Your sheets should be on the end of your bunk. The others are in the garden, one of the nurses will be round in 10 minutes to escort you.”

With that, the door swung closed, and you were left standing in the dank and poorly lit room. The frosted windows were too grimy to let much light in and the bulb in the lamp buzzed a faint yellow. At least this time you had a top bunk, which was clearly the superior spot.

That was the problem in having so many drug overdoses on your medical record; every so often you’d be sent back into rehab, with or without a court order to stay. You had forgotten the strict rules that had to be followed and the lack of freedom; you didn’t need a babysitter. At least in rehab you wouldn’t be quite so lonely, you had roommates to keep you company now. And everyone had their own demons to face, otherwise they wouldn’t be here. There was no room for judging.

The crisp sheets smelt of starched linen, over washed and firm to the touch. No more comfy bed sheets, you mourned. The mattress was lumpy and had a suspicious dark stain on the plastic that you straight up refused to touch, choosing to flip it over instead and hope that the other side was less grimy.

“Y/N?” A knock sounded at the door and a nurse popped his head round the door, clutching your overflowing crochet shoulder bag. It was a face you hadn’t seen before, and you quickly plastered on your friendliest grin.

“Hi, yep, that’s me. Is my stuff all okay for me to take?” All there was in the bag was a change of clothes, some toiletries and spare underwear. No point bringing anything too nice, someone was bound to nick it otherwise.

“Yeah, yeah.” The nurse returned your smile, holding out the bag for you to quickly grab and sling over the end of your bed. He was quite young, you would guess late 20s to early 30s. You pitied the poor guy, having to deal with them all the time. Well, he had chosen this.

“Dr Hartleben said that the other patients were all in the garden, can I join them?” You skipped over to the door, your colourfully patterned skirt swishing round your ankles. You hadn’t been quite sure that your outfit was particularly fitting for the centre; it had felt a bit too bohemian but seeing the drab and dreary walls reminded you that a pop of colour would do this place some good.

The garden was a bit of an overstatement really. It was more of a paved courtyard with weeds growing between the cracks in the slabs and a couple of small flowerbeds, one of which had been a vegetable garden the last time you had been here but now appeared to have been taken over by weeds. It was the space for the newest patients, who couldn’t be trusted to go into the slightly more expansive grounds yet. It was depressingly barren, and you eyed the patients morosely milling around with a grimace. How boring.

“What’s growing in the beds at the moment?” You turned to the nurse, whose name you hadn’t learnt yet, with a dazzling smile.

“I don’t think there’s anything particular being grown.”

You pursed your lips. How sad. Any life or nature in this place really was stifled and stamped out in the end.

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You trudged into the group therapy room, eyes following your feet as they left scuff marks on the shiny floor. You slipped into a spare seat, barely making eye contact with anyone else. If you could get out of this without a single person trying to become your new bosom pal, you’d count it as a win.

“Hi, I’m Ella and today we have someone new joining us, so I’d like everyone to go round in the circle and introduce themselves by saying their name and why they’re here. Louisa, if you wouldn’t mind starting off for us.” The irritatingly cheery voice of the therapist was grating on your nerves, you hated these sessions with a passion. What was the need in sharing the same stories every week?

“I’m Louisa and I’m an alcoholic.”

“I’m Mark and I’m a heroin addict.”

“I’m Susanna and I’m a drug addict.”

“I’m Brent and I’m an alcoholic.”

The droning of voices soon became a wave of background noise that washed over you like a sea of calm, each introduction as monotonously boring as the next. The person to your left spoke and you yawned softly, daintily lifting a hand to cover your mouth. “I’m Y/N and I’m an addict.”

There was something so tiring about rehab. Between the withdrawals and the endless therapy and need to be in touch with emotions, it was draining both physically and mentally. You couldn’t wait to get out; you only had a couple more weeks to go.

“And, our newest member, would you like to introduce yourself?” You could practically hear the beaming grin in Ella’s voice, and you rolled your eyes. Bit much.

“I’m Klaus and I’d like to say I’m a tortured soul-” Your head snapped up to look curiously at the newbie. Heavily eyelinered brown eyes stared back at you, a mischievous twinkle shining in them. “But to stick with the same pattern as everyone else, I’m an addict.”

He lifted a ringed hand to wave to the circle, winking at you. And you felt yourself flush, ducking your head from his intense gaze.

Group therapy had never felt so long as today, not that you could recall anything discussed, not when your eyes kept straying towards Klaus. And boy, did he notice. Every time his eyes met yours, he held the eye contact, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you flushed redder and redder.

How unfair that someone this gorgeous was at rehab; how were you meant to even attempt to recover when he kept looking at you!

It wasn’t until the end of the session, as you all shuffled out, that he properly made his way over to you, a cheeky grin on his face. You glanced at him, turning your head back to the door with a small smile which you tried your hardest to fight back.

“Hello, Y/N,” he murmured, voice so low it felt like a conversation that was only for you. And you bit at the inside of your cheek to squash the blush crawling up inside you.

“Hiya,” you whispered, hoping you didn’t sound quite as excited as you felt.

“Come here often?”

You giggled, hating how much like a schoolgirl you sounded, and finally plucked up the courage to make eye contact with him. “Yes, unfortunately.”

“Court mandated as well?”

You nodded, picking at a stray thread on your skirt.

“Well, we’ve got each other now.”

And you chewed at your bottom lip, beaming grin splitting across your face as a heady rush of giddiness filled your chest. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Want to go see the garden with me?”

You nodded, a little too quickly and eagerly, and he just chuckled at you.

Maybe rehab wouldn’t be as bad this time around.

[llxferim]

a/n: STOP WHOLE 15 ACTUAL HUMAN BEINGS LIKED MY POST AND 1 EVEN REBLOGGED IT GDHSG THANK YOUU!?? umm alsoo I meant to post this yesterday but I debated on it cuz it's so small😭 I do have my requests open, I write for anyone as long as I have watched the show so just send in the requests and I’ll tell you if I write for them! (gonna have to do this before I have the time to write down every single character that I write for 😭)

pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Summary: you have to meet up with Five and Diego but Klaus won’t let you go without a kiss (or a few).

genre: fluff

Warnings: explicit language, idk its fluff man

Word Count: 553 (ik ik its small)

You and the Umbrellas just got your ass handed to you by the sparrows, so you were in some random park rethinking your life choices. Your head rested on Klaus’s shoulder while Five walked back and forth, lost in thought.

“I can’t believe Dad replaced us in this timeline,” Luther said, slumping on the bench.“is it that hard to believe it, Luther?” Five shot back with his usual sarcastic tone. “What are we going to do now?” you asked softly, tracing your finger along Klaus’s hand.

Allison let out a sigh, crossing her arms “Well we definitely can’t sit in the middle of this park, bleeding out”

“I don’t know, but we’d better gear up fast before they come for round two,” Diego began, but you interrupted before he could spiral into his usual rant. “Calm down, Batman. We need to find a place to stay first.”

“Let’s think of someplace off the radar,” Five suggested, stepping forward. “Yeah? What kind of weird place are we not going to draw attention to?” Diego challenged.

“Well,” Klaus suddenly sprang up, startling you. “Actually, I might know a place.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Five sighed and then turned to you as Klaus plopped back down. “You, Diego, and I are going to go gear up while Klaus takes the rest of them to this ‘place.’ Sound good?” The group agreed without much debate, exhaustion rendering them too tired to argue.

***

As Five and Diego went off to grab some food—courtesy of Diego’s relentless nagging—Allison headed out to find a phone to call Claire, with Viktor. That left you, Klaus, and Luther behind in the park.

You stood up from the bench. “Five will murder me if I don’t catch up with them. I’m off,” you groaned.

You leaned in and gave Klaus a quick kiss. Just as you were about to pull away, he gently tugged you back. “One more?” he asked, his face sporting a smug grin. You giggled and leaned in for another kiss, expecting to break away, but Klaus kept you close. “Again?” he said, still with that mischievous smile.

You rolled your eyes but found yourself unable to resist his charm. He began planting a series of quick, playful kisses on you. “I” kiss “have” kiss “to” kiss “go” kiss.

Finally, Klaus pulled back, and Luther made a dramatic gagging noise, turning away. “I think I’m going to puke,” he said, clearly unimpressed. “One more and I’ll leave you alone,” Klaus insisted, his eyes now large and pleading.

“Seriously, Klaus—” you started, but he cut you off “Just one more,” he begged, giving you his best puppy eyes.

You sighed, feeling a mix of exasperation and affection. “Fine, but make it quick. I don’t want to hear Five's nonsense anymore than I have to.” As you gave in, Klaus kissed you again, but this time it was longer and deeper, a more heartfelt connection that lingered far beyond the playful exchanges before.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, the intensity of the kiss leaving you slightly disoriented. Klaus looked at you with a satisfied grin, and Luther cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable.

“Alright, enough of this,” he protested, “any more and i will actually throw up on you both”

Klaus reluctantly lets you go, and you hurry off.

[nickeverdeen]

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

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

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

Reunion | Klaus Hargreeves x gn!reader

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

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

Warnings: Eating out, teasing, slight begging

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

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

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Version 1: Reader with Female Body (GN Pronouns)

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

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

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

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

Klaus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[emthephantom]

☆Unexpected Thoughts-Klaus Hargreeves☆

Klaus x Gn!Reader You read Klaus' thoughts and discover something... Warnings: None Words: 497 A/N: Back on the Klaus grid as he's constantly in my head. Posts may be less often as I go back to college tomorrow :( As always, enjoy :)

Being a telepath wasn't for the faint-hearted. Hearing everyone's thoughts was a bit much at times, even when they were thinking nicely of you.

'Their shirt is nice' 'Why are they walking like that?' 'I wonder what to have for lunch.'

You let out a little chuckle at the last one, not realising you missed your destination. Five blinked in front of you, annoyance upon his face. 'Y/N, what are you doing? Get in here' He grasped your arm and jumped you to the academy.

Working at the commission together brought forward a bond. Five trusted you, that's why you were important for his new plan. See, he was the only one who knew about your power- your marigold. The commission abused your talents until Five helped you.

You had gotten fairly acquainted with his family; although they assumed you were Five's beloved partner at first. You regularly dined out with Allison, trained with Diego and- admired Klaus (It was no surprise you fell for the handsome man)

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned your attention back to Five, who was blabbering on about the new enemy after him. You spoke up 'Okay, so why do you need me?'

'So you can read their minds and tell me their plan.' his voice boomed in your mind. To avoid suspicion he responded aloud, 'You're good at combat, that's useful.'

You sent him a nod, affirming that you understood your true task. Five continued, explaining everyone's role. You leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes. Klaus noticed your tired frame and whisper shouted at you, beckoning you to sit next to him.

You eagerly, casually sat beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. You could feel Klaus' warm gaze lingering on you, his thoughts becoming louder as he turned back to Five.

'I wonder what makes you think I'm not in love with you.'

Your eyes widen as you lift your head to look at him. As if Klaus could feel your stare he turned and sent you a flirtatious wink; an action he often did, only this time it erupted a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. Channeling your power, you managed to get into Klaus' head. Your sweet voice echoed in his mind,

'I wonder when you'll realise I love you the same way'

Klaus' eyes widened in surprise, 'Heavens to Betsy! How did you do that!' he shouted.

'I'm a telepath you idiot.' you giggled.

'You never told us?'

'Only Five knew, I didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable knowing I could go into your minds.'

'No, that's awesome,' Klaus spoke, 'I like that.'

'Wanna get waffles?' his thoughts asked.

You chuckled once more, nodding your head. Klaus grabbed your hand and helped you up, 'We'll be right back!' he shouted down the hall, not caring what Five had to say. He threw his arm around your shoulders, wanting to be closer to you.

'So, my little mind-reader, are you paying?'

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Ecstasy Of The Heart

masterlist

pairing: five hargreeves x any gender reader

warnings: fluff, sarcastic five, cursing

summary: you and five quarling like an old married couple while shopping

a/n: harry potter poa reference in the summary ;) there's also a full house (my fav show ever) reference somewhere

song: tainted love - soft cell

"No, we are getting the chocolate ones," Five rolls his eyes.

"Uh- no we aren't? We are getting mint ones," you argue back.

"There is something wrong with you, nobody likes mint oreos," he tells you with disgust in his voice, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That's not true, you just lack enough social interaction to know that," you huff.

"Well, everyone at the academy agreed on chocolate," he reminds you.

"Okay, that was before I saw those delicious mint ones-"

"'Delicious mint ones my ass. You might as well just take the cookie part off of a regular one and put toothpaste on it"

"I'm done with this, we are getting both- problem solved," you say placing both in the cart.

"What ingredients did Klaus say he needed," you wonder aloud.

"We are not getting Klaus anything," Five tries to steal the cart from you.

"What do you mean? He told me to get him ingredients so we can make a cake together," you tell him.

"Klaus can't bake"

"You can't space jump without getting stuck in the future either," you cross your arms.

His jaw drops and he glares at you.

"At least I'm not best friends with someone who's high all the time," he says.

"I happen to enjoy his highness, he makes everything less... serious," you look him up and down.

"Whatever, just get everything on the shelf for all I care," Five gives up.

"Can we get a dog," you ask while strolling through the isle with pet food and supplies.

"Absolutely not"

"But why, do you think I can't take care of one?"

"Yes, in fact I do think that"

"I would make a great parent, for your information"

"Oh really? The last time we had a pet you gave the fish a bath-"

"He needed to be cleaned"

"-with soap!"

You shake your head looking up and mutter a 'rest in peace Mr. Goldfish'.

You two finally made it back to the academy to see Allison and Luther waiting in the kitchen.

Luther looks at Allison, "I'm surprised, they made it back without killing each other!"

The two of you glance at each other, "barely," you say in sync with him.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Star sign? Opinion on trans rights?

Feelings on making out in a goth bar bathroom?

Barbie dolls:Klaus Hargreeves x gn!goth! Reader

Word:1k

Summary: Klaus thinks you're hot and you guys dance

Warnings:you're goth (including the political views), mentions of homophobia, it's the 60s and I didn't research the 60s for this shit, Klaus is a poser(kinda) and gets terminology wrong, you make out in a bathroom, Klaus kinda talks bad about himself, huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh go read I'm sleeping with my eyes open get out of here

Request: we have to work on roommate boundaries because you're really pushing it

Listen, Klaus didn’t hate the 60’s but he didn’t really like it either. Stonewall wasn’t set to happen for another 10 or so years. Homophobic slurs were thrown his way frequently. Maybe it was the way he dressed or stood. Whatever it was, it was dampening his experience. Despite all of the complaints from Ben, Klaus decided he was headed for a goth bar. The one and only in all of Texas.

He really wasn’t sure what he was doing in a goth bar. He wanted a safe place, where he could stand how he wanted and not be worried about how people felt about his sexual desires. He just lingered by the bar, sipping his drink from his straw. Klaus was enjoying the music, lightly swaying his hips. Ben was sat on top of the bar, swaying his legs back and forth.

“This is your idea of fun?” Ben asked. Klaus wished he couldn’t hear ghosts when the living people around him were loud. Klaus kept his straw in his mouth and glared at Ben. Shut up. Ben rolled his eyes and looked over at the dancefloor. Klaus followed his eyes. It was a dark-lit building, as much should be expected for a bar. Even in the dark, his eyes were drawn to you.

It looked like the red and white spotlights were all trained on you. You were even in the center of the dancers. It should be impossible to see someone in the center but just by the looks of it, Klause was pretty sure you were a god. Your arms were waving in the air, your black clothes waving around with you.

Klaus definitely was not deep into the goth culture but he was pretty sure that dance was called ‘webs in the air’ or something like that. Klaus didn’t need to know what the dance was called all he knew was it was alluring. He felt like he was on a ship and he just heard a siren's call. Klaus set his drink down, leaving it on the wooden bar. He didn’t need a drink, just looking at you was enough to get him inebriated.

He weaved through the dancing people, swerving his head when hands shot out. He assumed you must’ve felt him moving towards you with your magical god powers or whatever. You turned your head, meeting his eyes. Klaus felt his heart skip a beat, surely you were a siren the way your arms beckoned him into the sea of black fabric swirling around you. He was finally standing in front of you.

“Hey,” Klaus said, just barely above the sound of the loud music. Your hand settles on his shoulder, tilting your head at him.

“Hello. Libra?” Klaus reeled back, letting out a shocked laugh. You smiled at him nodding.

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” You gave him a one-shouldered shrug. Klaus smiled, reaching his hand out for your bicep.

“How do you feel about trans rights?” You asked over the music, basically yelling. Klaus smiled brightly.

“Yeah, Yeah. Love ‘em I think they’re great.” Your smile brightened and you pulled his hand down from your bicep to your hip.

“Great. Wanna go make out in the bathroom?” You asked, still bobbing your head to the music. Klaus smiled, nodding his head rapidly. You latched onto his hand, holding your hands above everyone’s heads as you pulled him through the crowd.

After a long few minutes of clashing tongues in the bathroom, you eventually took him back to your apartment. He grew on you very quickly, he had what felt like thousands of years of experience. He liked having the personification of a bat as a partner.

Months and months later, he found his family again and dragged you to meet them. You liked the weird one with the Kennedy obsession and the one big buff dude. Eventually what looked to be a 16-year-old wandered into your group, pausing when he saw you.

“Right, and who’s the vampire?” You glanced at Klaus, silently asking who this dickhead high schooler was. Klaus scoffed, pulling you to his chest.

“Leave my amazing and beautiful partner alone you dickhead.” Klaus said, glaring at the teen. Your arms hung limply by your sides, used to Klaus’ dramatics at this point.

“Ah, well it makes sense now.” You raised a brow at the teen. The knife brother pointed his finger at the teen.

“Listen, Five, okay dude. I’ve only known them for the last five minutes but in that time, I’ve decided that they are amazing and perfect. I will knock you out if you keep running your mouth.” Diego said, furrowing his eyebrows. You hummed, pulling away from Klaus. You still held onto his hand for support.

“Thanks, Diego. I too have only known you for five minutes but I have decided that you deserve at least two of your favorite desserts.” You said, pulling Klaus’ hand up to your mouth and kissing the back. Klaus pulled your arm to his chest, hugging it tight. He batted his eyelashes up at you.

“Aren’t they just the sweetest?” Klaus asked, dropping his head onto your shoulder. You hummed and kissed the top of Klaus’ head. Diego gave you a short nod. Luther tilted his head back and forth. Allison hummed in a neutral ‘eh I guess’ type of way. Viktor shrugged and Lila snorted. Five glared at you.

“I don’t think he likes me.” You whispered to Klaus. Klaus hummed.

“You just have to make him coffee and he’ll love you forever. I mean I’m a pain in the ass and he still tolerates me.” Klaus said, tilting his head up. You shook your head, kissing his forehead. You let your lips linger on his skin.

“You’re not hard to love, it’s quite easy actually.” You said, focusing back on the group. Klaus whined and hid his face in your arm. Luther gave you a small smile.

“Oh you two are disgustingly sweet, I’m going to hurl,” Viktor said, turning his back to the group. You awed at him. Even after you found out about the apocalypse and the one after that and the plenty more to come, you were still glad you danced with Klaus all the way back in the 60s. Loving him made all the worries of the world you both had disappear.

[girlkisser13]

klaus hargreeves masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

dating klaus hargreeves would include

nsfw headcanons *

imagines

drabbles

[sad-goth-dark-writer]

My Umbrella Academy X Reader fic!

Alas! First chapter is finally posted and second is in drafting! I am still looking for beta readers for future chapters and/or people who know how to write fight scenes.

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-Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again-

Being sixteen is hard.

Especially when you accidentally time travel to 2019 and now you're technically 30.

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Here's the playlist too!

[briefkittenearthquake]

when i was a kid i had an OBESE crush on aidan gallagher in nicky, ricky, dicky, and dawn. now i look at him as this pyscho killer, and hes way more hot like how you go from

this:

to this:

(i’d let him nicky, ricky and dick-me down)

[sagelovesbooks]

Klaus's Freakout

Five: *Kicks the door down in a rush* Y/N: What did you do? Five: Nobody died. Klaus: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

[llxferim]

Hello!!! I love your blog and your Klaus stories. I had a little idea about him, Klaus x GN!Reader who is obsessed with his hips (because let's be honest, I'm totally infatuated with them *cough*). I imagine he would be a little tease about it when he'd notice how the Reader is feeling? Thank you in advance!

a/n: THANK YOU SO SO MUCHH ILY, IF U DONT LIKE THIS IM ALL DOWN TO REWRITE IT, LIKE GENUIENLY.

yall i tried my besttt, i didnt rlly know how to finish it so just don't judge alright I'm going to cry. besides that thank you so much for the support omgg so many ppl liked and reblogged my fics I'm so happy :)))

pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Gn!reader

Summary: you are obsessed with Klaus's hips

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Alchohol, gn!reader, gender neutral reader, no y/n used. Klaus is a tease.

Word count: 500 something (i cant write long fics for my life yall)

You'd always heard it was the small things—the details about a person that drives you mad, that sneak up on you and settle deep in your bones until you can't shake them. You never believed it until... Klaus Hargreeves.

It wasn't his sly grin, nor his ability to light up your mood no matter what—you loved all that about him—but no, what got you were his hips.

you two were in your room, Klaus getting dressed and—you reading a book in your chair— if you’d even call it reading.

Klaus was pacing the room, shirt half-buttoned, his low-rise jeans peeking out as he rummaged through a pile of clothes—probably looking for a clothing piece he'd mindlessly tossed in his usual chaos, getting ready for Luther’s wedding.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to be invested in the book on your lap. But your eyes betrayed you, trailing down to his hips—the way they moved perfectly in sync with his long legs, almost like a sensual dance that came naturally to him.

"What are you staring at, doll?" Klaus's voice pulled you back from your daze, and his smirk told you he already knew the answer. "Nothing," you mumbled, clearing your throat and returning to your book, hoping he wouldn't notice your fierce blush.

"Nothing, huh?" He sauntered over a cat-like grace to his steps.

Klaus leaned in, resting his hands on the arms of the chair you were sitting on. You could smell his cologne—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him.

"You know," he drawled, "it's rude to stare without offering a compliment."

Your eyes snapped up to his face, heat rising to your cheeks. "I wasn't—"

"Oh, but you were," Klaus interrupted, his grin widening. He pushed off the chair and spun dramatically, arms outstretched. "So, what's the verdict? Do these jeans make my ass look good?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly. "You're impossible, Klaus."

"Impossibly charming, you mean," he winked, flopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh. "Now, as punishment for your rudeness, I'm charging you with the task of helping me find those jeans. You know, the ones with the—"

"Sparkly skulls?" you finished for him, already moving to search through the chaos of his belongings. "I swear, Klaus, if you'd just organize your things..."

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Even in public, you'd find yourself staring. His hips were simply irresistible to you.

Everyone was drunk, even Five—a sight that was both amusing and unsettling. It was strange seeing him so nonchalant about the apocalypse.

the newlyweds were feeding each other.. strawberries. Across the room, Allison and Viktor were arguing about—something, their voices barely audible over the thumping music, and Diego had disappeared with Lila some time ago.

And then there was him. Klaus, the life of the party as always, was on the dance floor, his body moving in perfect rhythm to the beat. Your eyes couldn't help but linger on him, admiring how those jeans hugged his hips just right. Even during a world-ending disaster, Klaus had a way of commanding attention—and looking damn good while doing it.

As the night wore on, the party's energy seemed to fuel his every move. You watched him, and couldn't help but smile at how completely Klaus could captivate an entire room.

At one point, he spotted you from across the room. With a mischievous grin, he beckoned you over. and before you could react, he was at your side, pulling you into the crowd.

"Come on, doll," he said, his voice a playful purr. "You can't just stand there staring. Join me."

You laughed, letting him guide you onto the dance floor. For a moment, it was just the two of you, moving together in sync with the music. The world outside ceased to exist.

[nickeverdeen]

Can you match me? Pwessssss (TUA)

Latina(light brown) butterflie cut, almond eyes, medium brown eyes, large noses,triangular body. Scar the bottom of right eyebrow. clearly don’t sleep. She/her. Afab. Pansexual

Careless,

sweet,

clumsy,

self aware

,childish,

PTSD,

anxious,

awkward,

difficult,

stubborn,,

Rude(at times)

Sarcastic

Ironically funny

Insensitive..sensitive…?(I hope you know what I mean😪)

Dumbass

Pls and thank u ☺️

Your The Umbrella Academ match is…

Klaus Hargreeves

You and Klaus would share a chaotic energy, embracing each other’s quirks and carefree attitudes

You’d feel free to be your unfiltered, clumsy self around him

Klaus would absolutely love your ironically funny side, always finding a way to match your sarcasm with his own quick wit

The two of you would share countless inside jokes

You’d both be the kind of people who trip over their own feet, often leading to humorous moments that make you laugh at yourselves

Considering that Klaus also struggles with sleep, the two of you would often stay up late talking about life, trauma, or completely random things

Klaus would relate deeply to your PTSD, offering comfort and understanding during your tough moments, and knowing how to bring a little light when it gets too dark

Your mix of being insensitive at times and deeply sensitive at others would resonate with Klaus, who often navigates similar emotional contrasts

Both of you would have a “carefree” yet sweet vibe, where you show you care in unconventional ways, like spontaneous gifts or unplanned adventures

Klaus would try to help with your insomnia by suggesting strange but surprisingly effective remedies, like making up stories or finding the perfect sleep playlist

The two of you would go on spontaneous road trips, never having a set destination but always ending up somewhere with a good story to tell

Klaus would appreciate that you’re self-aware and unafraid to be real

He’d value your blunt honesty, even if it comes off as rude sometimes

Your childlike qualities would bring out Klaus’s playful side even more, leading to random dance parties or building blanket forts just for the fun of it

Despite being clumsy, Klaus would still be fiercely protective of you

He’d probably joke about being your “chaos knight.”

With your shared struggles, Klaus would understand your difficult days and be there to either distract you or sit in silence together

You’d be Klaus’s muse, with him often experimenting with makeup or clothing styles on you

He’d love that you embrace your scars and unique look

The two of you would bond over ironic gestures, like “serenading” each other in ridiculous voices or giving silly nicknames

Your shared “messy but sweet” energy would make your space feel like a safe haven, even if it’s a bit cluttered with random finds and sentimental items

Klaus would help you embrace your “dumbass” side without judgment, encouraging you to live in the moment and not overthink your mistakes

Both of you would deal with anxiety and awkwardness, so you’d constantly reassure each other, sharing grounding techniques or inside jokes to make things easier

Klaus would get you into random artsy endeavors like painting murals on the walls or creating bizarre sculptures

Neither of you would be predictable in how you show love, with your affection manifesting in strange and unexpected ways that keep things interesting

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Tag List: @callsignwidow

[emthephantom]

☆The Dance-Klaus Hargreeves☆

Klaus x Female!Reader Klaus uses his dancing skills to dance with you and things are revealed... Warnings: None Words: 500 A/N: Ahhhh my first story!!! I hope you enjoy it ghosties :)

You walked into the academy with a mission, to finally tell Klaus how you feel. Quickly saying a polite 'hello' to the rest of the family you headed towards Klaus' room. Readying yourself, you prepare to knock on the wooden door when it swings open.

A shirtless Klaus stands in front of you, with that grin you ever so loved. The cigarette he had lit dangled between his fingers as he waved you inside.

'Y/NNN! I was waiting for you my dear.' he said before returning back into the room.

The pet name brings butterflies into your stomach, you cautiously step inside to join him, your nerves spiking.

The smell of smoke filled your nostrils, a scent that comforted you, the scent of him. 'Yeah, I thought I'd stop by. Listen I- I have to tell you something.'

'Oh my sweet Y/N, pray tell.' he muffled as he put out the cigarette.

All of a sudden, the radio that had been playing faintly became louder,

'It's our song Y/N/N, dance with me'

Klaus wasted no time taking you in his arms, his eyes glistening with a feeling you've never seen. The two of you twirled around his messy room, Klaus leading you. You can't stop looking at his flushed frame; his tussled hair, his shimmering green eyes and those soft lips you longed to call yours.

'You're a good dancer you know.' you whispered, your face becoming warm as you recognised the position you were in. He gripped your waist a little tighter as he continued to twirl you around.

'Dear old dad made us take ballroom dancing lessons; never did have such a beautiful partner though.' he chuckled softly. You felt your head spin, you couldn't take it. You wanted to-no- needed to tell him.

'Klaus list-'

Plush lips were on yours. Stunned, you didn't react. Klaus immediately pulled away, screaming apologies. The hand that perfectly matched your waist was gone, leaving only a cold memory in its place.

'I thought it was the right time, I'm so sor-'

Now it was his turn to be stunned. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. Klaus kissed back, not wanting to be away from you any longer. After eternity you pulled away, Klaus speaking first,

'I never planned on falling in love with you all those years ago but the way you helped me after everything, I couldn't help it. You are the light of my life my dear.'

The newfound meaning of the name brings a shudder down your spine. His gaze never leaves you. You drift your hands down to his, grasping them tightly,

'Well I better get better at dancing if we're gonna do that more often' you giggled, ' I love you so much Klaus Hargreeves'

And for once, you were simply Klaus and Y/N, not superheroes saving the world. Just two people starting a wonderful thing that would last forever.