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themculibrary · 10 months ago

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Dom!Natasha Masterlist

all for you (ao3) - Anonymous bucky/natasha E, 16k

Summary: Bucky really, really likes the idea of his belly being big and getting even bigger. He also really likes the idea of being pregnant as well as being stuffed full of come, on his way to being pregnant after being bred. His dom, Natasha, can't actually do either of those things to him though. Which would be too bad... had they not found a creative way around it involving showers, shower hoses, and a hell of a lot of dirty talk.

At Last (ao3) - TeamIronMan steve/tony, clint/natasha, jane/thor, past tony/pepper E, 15k

Summary: ***Dom’s/Sub’s are rated from 1-10 based on their needs and care requirements***

Tony Stark was... Different.

Because of this he’s known for a long time he’d grow old alone. No Dom in the world would ever want him, and that was fine, he didn’t need one anyway.

Then the attack on New York happens. Tony gains the family he never knew he wanted, friends he never wants to lose, and a Dominant that won’t be chased away.

Seriously, Tony does everything possible but that annoying Captain America won’t leave him the hell alone!

Broken Underneath (ao3) - Eustacia Vye (eustaciavye) loki/natasha E, 23k

Summary: Loki might have had some plans for Natasha, but that didn't mean he didn't intend to have a little fun with her first. It was only too bad that she didn't figure that out until it was far too late.

Butterflies & Hurricanes (ao3) - Cristinuke clint/natasha E, 49k

Summary: He hasn't been the same since New York. In fact, she's never seen him like this, never this low. Or, the story of how Natasha became the outlet Clint needed.

coded (ao3) - HolyGrailOfSex wanda/nat, wanda/omc E, 12k

Summary: After Sokovia, alone and grieving, Wanda finds some solace in the world of the internet. She meets loads of new people online. One of which she ends up dating, despite knowing he’s twice her age.

When she decides to meet up with him one day, things take an unexpected turn when Natasha stops her.

Deserving (ao3) - MizDiablo clint/phil, bucky/steve/tony, bruce/natasha E, 25k

Summary: With Steve and Bucky finding a sub in Tony and Natasha finding Bruce, Clint is the only unbonded on the team. He is also the only sub. It’s okay, it’s nothing less than what he deserves.

Intimate services (ao3) - diner_drama darcy/peggy/natasha, steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Darcy Lewis was an up-and-coming successful young professional with an impressive list of accomplishments and a lot to offer to the corporate world.

She was also unemployed and living in her car, but it's important to see past such inconsequential details.

Peggy Carter and Natasha Romanoff were the world's most beautiful power couple, with big domme energy and an honest-to-God castle to live in, and they were looking for a personal assistant to perform some more... intimate duties. A gentlewoman's personal gentlewoman, if you will.

Darcy was pretty sure she'd died and gone to heaven, but heaven probably isn't anywhere near this gay.

May Mansion Reveals (ao3) - Mad_Muse_Musings phil/may/skye, leo/antoine, clint/phil/natasha, natasha/skye, clint/phil, may/jemma/skye

Summary: When the team moves into one of Tony Stark's extra houses, things get shaken up in a lot of lovely ways.

Pardon All My Precious Scars (ao3) - romanticallyinept clint/pietro E, 25k

Summary: It's the first time they've been alone, and the kid's on edge. His shoulders are set and his eyes are narrowed and he's got his arms crossed over that broad chest, but he's exuding cockiness, not confidence.

“My father says you are the best,” he says, looking Clint up and down. “I do not believe him.”

Clint snorts. “He also says you're a Dom,” he says, casually, and slides his hand into one of his gloves, securing the strap. “I'm not all that inclined to believe that, either.”

Pieces Form The Whole (ao3) - t0bemadeofglass loki/natasha E, 40k

Summary: Loki and Natasha decide to experiment with a few kinks they haven't gotten a chance to try yet.

Please Hold (ao3) - Laura Kaye (laurakaye) clint/phil/natasha E, 19k

Summary: Phil hasn’t seen Clint or Natasha in person for three weeks, and he’s got plans for how he and his lovers will be spending their mandatory 72-hour post-mission downtime. Unfortunately, SHIELD has other ideas.

Pocket Full of Reasons (ao3) - 2bestfriends rebecca/natasha E, 19k

Summary: It's all fun and games on an all-expense paid trip to Maui for spring break until she meets Steve's friend. Natasha is magnetic in a way Becca isn't used to, but she'll be damned if she's going to make it easy.

the one with natasha and wanda's agreement (ao3) - kenscarquin wanda/natasha E, 45k

Summary: “What kind of agreement,” she’s whispering her words now, Natasha’s mouth just inches from her own.

“Sex. Friends with benefits. No strings attached. That kind of thing,” Wanda’s knees weaken as Natasha speaks, the words sounding so out of place but at the same time, so fitting coming out of the red head’s mouth. “Are you interested?”

The Woman Who Tricked The Trickster (ao3) - TheFeistyRogue loki/natasha E, 31k

Summary: Loki becomes fascinated with the only woman who managed to trick him, and they begin an intricate game of cat and mouse that only gets more complicated the more they meet. Who is the prey, and who is the predator? And what happens when the lamb and the lion fall in love?

Starting from Natasha and Loki's conversation in the helicarrier, Loki watches Natasha through the collapse of SHIELD and battling Ultron, until he finally confronts her. They continue to meet and their relationship becomes increasingly complex, and Loki realises he may have a heart after all.

Under Her Thumb (ao3) - neon_jellyfish bruce/clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Dom!Natasha unwinds with her sub!boyfriends Clint and Bruce after a stressful week for the Avengers

you belong (to me) (ao3) - hermionesmydawg steve/bucky E, 29k

Summary: "Hold on." Bucky lifted a finger and backed out of the doorway, returning a moment later with his cell phone. He snapped a photo of Steve, typed a few words, and then returned to his apple. "What the hell were you doing at a sex club last night?"

"Not having sex, if that's what you're wondering." An alert sounded from Steve's nightstand - a new Snapchat message. He rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone. Sam was always sending stupid Snapchats and frankly, Steve couldn't figure that goddamn app out and cursed whoever created that piece of shit.

The chat wasn't from Sam this time, however. It was a picture of himself, not looking guilty at all, with the caption "when your buddy catches you looking at porn."

Two geriatric super-soldiers learn you're never too old to be kinky.

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fire-for-you · 1 year ago

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this is where the rest of our life begins - PART TWO

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pairing - l. fitz x g. ward

rating - teen and up (for part two: mpreg, boys in love, alpha grant ward, omega leo fitz, a/b/o dynamics, aos season 1, established relationship, kind of implied sexual content?, more like off-screen making out, morning sickness)

word count - 1,771

summary - telling the rest of the team the news!

how far along is fitz - 4 weeks

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“Fitz, you’re pregnant.”

Leo faltered, his half-smile falling into a shocked face. “Wh-What?”

Grant’s hold on the scientist tightened as he came up behind him to ensure the Omega didn’t collapse with surprise, although he might. Fitz slowly turned his body to analyze his partner’s reaction.

“Are you okay-” Leo started, voice wavering.

“You’re carrying my pup?”

The blonde could sense his Alpha beginning to buzz with excitement, his pine and chocolate smell growing more robust. “I-I guess so?” He still wasn’t quite sure if Grant was okay with it or not.

Grant blinked rapidly, pulling his partner into a bone-crushing hug. “You’re carrying my pup.” He repeated as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

Leo started to drip tears onto Grant’s tee. “Yeah, baby, I am.” The taller turned his head to kiss his Omega, picking him up and spinning him around the lab. After Grant set him down and gave him a giddy smile, Leo asked, “So, apparently, you’re okay with this?”

“More than okay. I love you, and I know I will love this baby.” The brunette reached out to splay his hands over his partner’s womb, releasing strong possessive pheromones as he did it.

Leo paused in his tracks again. “You love me.”

Grant’s eyes flicked up to Leo’s. “I do.”

“I love you, too.” They stood there for a few moments, just looking at one another before Jemma cleared her throat.

“Alright, love birds. Congrats. I’m very happy for you, but it’s past my bedtime.” The Alpha said, getting tired of breathing in the strong smell of happiness flowing from Leo and Grant.

Ward glanced down at Jemma on her little stool. “Thank you, Simmons.”

Fitz looked at her too. “Yes, thanks.” He yawned, falling more into Grant’s grasp as his body finally gave into fatigue.

“Alright, come on, baby.” Ward ushered him out of the lab and up the stairs, a hand on the small of his back. Jemma smiled, closing up the lab before following them.

“Do you want me to stay?” Ward asked, leaning against the doorframe of Leo’s cabin.

“Yeah, that would be nice. I don’t sleep as well without you.” Leo admitted.

Ward grinned, stepping in and shutting the door. He removed his t-shirt and climbed into bed behind his Omega, pulling up the covers before wrapping himself around the Scottish man.

Fitz hummed. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard Ward whisper, “I’m never going to let anything happen to you.” Then a rough but warm pair of hands drifted under his shirt and hugged his womb tightly. Leo purred throughout his dreamless sleep, feeling content and happy.

Fitz woke up with a start, jerking out of Ward’s strong embrace and rushing out of the room. Almost colliding with the bathroom door, he flung it open and fell to his knees before the toilet. Dry heaving for a few moments, the Omega started to throw up his fast food from the night before. Panting between heaves, Leo heard Grant stumbling around in the kitchen behind them. His Alpha walked in after one last disgusting hurl, a washcloth, and a glass of water in his big hands. The smell of dew-covered pines and dark chocolate washed over him.

Grant squatted, kissing Leo’s cheek before passing the wet washcloth across his lips. “Hey, darling. How are you feeling?”

“Like hell.” Leo sighed. “I suppose this is what I get for trying to bring life into the world.”

Ward handed him the water. “Here, drink.”

The Omega took a large gulp. “Why must you be so perfect? And beautiful. I’m just going to get ugly and fat.” Fitz sniffed and bowed his head, discouraged.

“Hey.” Ward put a finger under his chin, forcing Leo to look at him. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I will always think you are gorgeous. No matter what you think you look like. Let me love you.” Grant traced his hand back to his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was gentle, the Alpha pouring all his love and attraction into it.

Leo finished his water while Grant flushed the toilet. “Are you alright to stand?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Grant holds out his hand, which Fitz gladly accepts.

“What’s next? You wanna go back to bed or something?”

“Yeah, what time is it?” Leo asks, following Grant back to his room, hand in hand.

“Around three,” Grant responds, checking his watch.

Grant helps the other into his bed, settling under the comforter. “Wake me up when the rest of the team is up, okay? I want them to know as soon as possible.”

“Sure, wait, hold on a second.” The brunette makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing a banana and handing it to Leo when he returns. “Here, eat this. Need something in your stomach. Please?”

The Omega smiled, loving this soft side of his partner. “Of course.” He begins peeling the fruit as Ward stands, kissing Leo on the forehead.

“Get some more sleep. Love you.” He says as he leaves, sliding the door closed gingerly.

“Love you, too,” Leo calls after him, closing his eyes, and is asleep almost immediately.

A hand was tracing Leo’s jaw. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw Ward smiling softly down at him, affection seeping off him. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Grant grabbed one of his hands and kissed the back gently. He traces a vein down to the dirty blonde’s wrist, licking against Leo’s scent gland there, tasting sea salt and caramel.

Leo hums before the Alpha pulls his lips away. He stretched and asked, “Rest of the team up?” The specialist nodded, looking at him like he wanted to devour the younger man. Leo bites his bottom lip. “Kiss?”

Ward grinned wider, leaning forward. Their lips met, and Grant licked at his partner’s mouth. The scientist let him in, opening his jaw, as their tongues tangled around each other. Grant breathed in deeply, pushing Leo down onto the bed lightly. He crawled up on the bed, crowding Fitz into the mattress. The taller moved away from his mouth, peppering kisses all over his face and neck, trying to give him the most attention possible. “Just love the thought of my pup inside you, gorgeous.” Ward sat up, pawing at Leo’s shirt.

“Hey, hey.” The Omega whispered, arousal beginning to pool in his belly. “Isn’t the team just outside?”

“Who cares.” Grant breathes onto the skin just above his keen hipbones. “Then they will know you’re all mine.” He bites gently on the taught skin, looking up at his Omega through his lashes. Leo can’t say no to that logic, but he does anyway.

Closing his eyes, he wills away his inner Omega, screaming for Leo to let his Alpha claim him. “Babe.” The agent doesn’t respond, kissing up his partner’s chest. “Grant. Grant, stop.” Ward pulls away his lips, refocusing on Leo’s face to silently ask what he did wrong. “I don’t want to risk anything with this pup. I know I’m young, and there’s little chance of anything going wrong. But, I just don’t want to risk anything. Especially with your-” Leo searched for the right word. “Carnal aggressiveness.”

Grant huffed out a laugh, his eyebrows rising in surprise. “Carnal aggressiveness.” He scoffed, smoothly moving off Leo to sit on the edge of the bed.

The dirty blonde sat up. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t- well- I did mean that. You can be real rough, baby; that’s all I’m saying. You need any proof; just look at me.” Leo gestured to his invisible baby bump, still too early to show. Grant did look at him, a mildly hurt look in his eyes.

“It’s my Alphaness.” Grant defended.

“I know, Grant. And I love you for it. Just- no sex, okay?” His partner nodded, a smile returning to his face. “We can still make out- if you want?” The Alpha growled quietly, pouncing on Leo again.

A few minutes later, Grant pulled away and stood, looking proudly down at his disheveled Omega. Fitz rose, dazed, to look at his ruby-red lips in his bedside mirror, incredibly turned on by how much damage his partner could do in such little time. Leo combed a hand through his wild hair, trying to pat it down from the writhing he had been doing only seconds prior.

They walked out into the kitchen, where the rest of the team was eating pancakes cooked by their resident Alpha chef, Jemma. Ward grabbed a few, piling them on his plate but only putting two on his partner��s, as Leo had a smaller appetite. He brought them over to the island where Leo was sitting.

The scientist whispered a “thank you” to Grant as he sat beside him, the brunette rubbing Leo’s back gently. Fitz took a deep breath, clearing his throat. “Uh, hey, guys. Team.” He glanced down at his plate as all four turned to look at him. “I have some news.”

“Good news?” May asked. The Alpha sounded amused.

“Yes, ma’am. Very, very good news.” Fitz looked nervously to Ward, who was scarfing down at least three pancakes, being totally unhelpful. “Uh, yeah, well.” He started.

Coulson patiently sat his fork down. “Are you going to share, Agent Fitz? Or are you just going to keep us in-”

“I’m pregnant!” Fitz finally blurted. Skye screeched and ran to hug him.

“Who’s the dad?”

Leo looked at her, perplexed. “Grant, obviously.” The man addressed grinned at the Beta, mouth full.

Coulson came over and lightly clapped his fellow Omega on the back. “Congrats, Fitz.”

Leo swelled with pride. “Thank you, sir.”

He turned to Ward as May came by to congratulate them as well. “Agent Ward, if you do anything, anything at all to hurt that boy- or that pup,” He paused, thinking of a threat. “I will personally throw you off this plane - highest altitude. With no parachute.” His strong words made him sound more like an Alpha than an Omega, but Grant knew not to cross him either way.

“I know, sir. I wouldn’t dare hurt Leo.” Grant looked at his partner with bulging eyes.

“Good.” Coulson held out a hand, his vast fierceness smell drifting off, satisfied with Ward’s answer. “Congratulations.”

Ward took it, giving him a firm shake. ”Thank you.” Phil moved on, going back to his breakfast.

Skye came up on his left side, looking expectant. “You’re going to be a dad.”

“Yeah, I know.” Grant smiled in delight, picking up a piece of pancake on his fork.

“Are you excited?” His best friend asked, her bubbliness surpassing his own.

“Hell yeah.”

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#leo fitz #grant ward #fitzward #leo fitz x grant ward #grant ward x leo fitz #agents of shield #agents of shield season one #jemma simmons #fire-for-you #part two #phil coulson #melinda may #daisy johnson

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hmsharmony · 2 years ago

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Late but for the Fic Files Ask Game! Let's hear more about the Definitely Maybe AU idea outline 👀

Okay this is a PeterMJ AU I've been writing in my head (and parts on paper) for almost half a year now. Because Peter Parker is, as Maya so lovingly put it in Definitely, Maybe, "the boy word for slut" (a slut. he is a slut. affectionately). But honestly, I just think, looking at it from the comics perspective (or at least the earlier ones, as I still make my way through them), that you have Gwen, who loves Peter but never learns he's Spider-Man; then you have Felicia, who know both identities but is arguably bored by Peter's civilian life; and then you have MJ, who knows and loves both. And while I think Peter/MJ is what should always be endgame, Peter clearly has loved other people, and those other relationships had an impact. So it would be fun to explore that, and what it's like loving someone who only knows/loves part of you, in the MCU version.

But this is, uh, kind of a big undertaking--one I'm honestly not sure I am equipped to take. But if I did, I would want to have a good part of it pre-written, because this is the sort of fic that really needs to be buttoned up plot-wise.

Anyway here's a scene from the first chapter that is very very rough:

[NOTE: Daughter is currently unnamed because naming her after May would mean May is dead--since in my head Peter is Jewish, and Ashkenazi at that--and I really don't want to kill off May thank you. What I do know is that her nickname is Bug, because her mom jokingly called her "her little bug" when she was pregnant to annoy Peter (because spiders are arachnids not insects). But it stuck. Also Peter and unnamed daughter's mother are divorced.]

"I want to hear the story about you and mommy."

All at once, Peter feels like he's been run over by a truck. "What?" he croaks.

"I wanna know how you met, and fell in love," she explains, excitement displacing her tears.

"You know how we--"

"Only parts of it! And Jemma, at school, she says most people date other people before they get married. And you were so old when you married mommy."

"We were 27," Peter says, vividly remembering how [_____] had lamented Peter's decision to end his bachelorhood early.

"Twenty-seven," she repeats, awed. Peter has to remind himself that to her, anyone over 13 feels like a full-blown adult. "You must have dated lots of people."

Peter feels a flush crawl up his neck. "I-- I wouldn't say lots," he says, which, well, is technically true, if you stick to the strict definition of dating.

"How many?"

"I'm not sure," he says evasively. He pulls at his shirt. Was it always this hot in her room?

"Daddy," she pleads, throwing out her bottom lip, and he's pretty sure she's figured out he can't say no when she pouts like that.

"I mean, if I had to guess, then there were three people that I was, um, really close to." He's not sure why he said three. He had only ever been in two serious relationships.

(That's a lie. He knows why he said three.)

"Including my mom?"

"Including her, yeah."

"So how did she end up being my mom?"

Panics begins to take root in his chest. Oh god, he's not ready to tell her about sex. Well, he is. He's read books, and he's discussed with her mom what they're going to tell her, but also he is very much not prepared to have a conversation that, if he fucks up, could--

"Why did you marry her?" she continues, cutting off Peter's internal monologue, and he sinks into her bed in relief.

#meme time #writing #writing asks #mine

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deni-plumbob · 2 years ago

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1342 - Hugo died shortly after he married Lucy and left her behind while she is pregnant.

Edith had twins and their aged up to infants. Cecilia lost her baby girl, Oriel.

Jemma married Milus V. and is pregnant.

Episode 49 from the Ultimate Decades Challenge on youtube:

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trixter-god · 7 months ago

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Umbrella Academy OC’s

On October 1, 1989, all across that world 43 women gave birth despite not being pregnant the day before. Seven of these children were turned into the umbrella academy, a group of super-powered children raised under the wing of Sir Reginald Hargreeves in order to protect the common man. This raise the question of the other 36 and what became of them. Most went on to live “normal” lives, others outcasted, some killed. With the rise of the umbrella academy’s fame some sought out the others now knowing they weren’t alone.

Aaron Short (#1) - son of a painter and older brother to three young sisters. Aaron was gifted with the ability to control his body mass making his own gravity.

Jemma Logan (#2) - daughter of a police officer and younger sister of an overprotective brother. Jemma was gifted the power of duplication being able to create almost perfect copy’s of herself as of January 1, 2017 is still missing.

McKenzie Romero (#3) - only child of a waitress. McKenzie is sound sensitive being able to both muffle and heighten sounds. Along with being sound sensitive she also has selective mutism.

Alannah Simon (#4) - daughter of a elementary school teacher and middle of two sisters. Alannah is a human lie detector and can read the mind of who ever she is in contact with but only for short moments of time.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy oc #oc #original content #original story #original character #ocs #my ocs #original characters

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blueberryinko · 1 year ago

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So, which muse gets neediest to be bred and pregnant?

Hmmm.. I have to think it’s Daisy, especially when it’s her heat. Jemma’s found her in such positions before, and the only way to help her is to breed her big and round. Her biggest batch was decatuplets.

#blueberry inflation #multiples pregnancy #blueberry expansion #pregnancy kink #hyperpregnancy #weight gain #roleplay #blueberryinflation #hyperpregnant #muse: daisy

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savingthrcw · 1 year ago

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Rules

-Hi! Like I said I'm Ele, 30+, she/her, Italian (so yeah, my English is what it is), gmt+1, high activity when I get to be online but also working/have other blogs. Chronically ill and with PTSD which is also why I stay away from my triggers even if I won't mention them all, and that makes me extra selective. Very friendly, if I don't come off as such here it's just because I'm trying to keep the rules short!

-mutuals only. This blog will be lowkey, very chill, and even if you don't see me writing don't assume it's been abandoned: my rp partners won't be many considering how old and small the fandoms here are, and I will not be rushing people for replies, so I may have nothing to write but still be around!

-absolutely spam me with memes/replies, the more I write the more I'm happy to be here. But read my tags, I may only be inspired to write a specific muse and write it there! If you reply to an open starter I'll move everything to its own post. You can keep all the threads or drop them whenever, and don't feel forced to keep threads if I continue an answer you gave!

-smut if written will be tagged not safe for ele and under read more, but I'll fade to black if I don't warn you otherwise because my repulsion goes up and down with it. -please tag images of gore, dad.dy kink references, and ns.fw stuff in some way I can block! This blog will contain most types of common triggers and they'll be tagged trigger name tw. I will not be tagging written violence/blood unless it's very graphic, nor references to characters being pregnant unless we are discussing the topic directly (I'll be honest, I'd forget to tag everything). But given that I write Clarke there will be s.uicide or s.uicide reference and abuse tagged, and given that I write Kate I'll have to tag domestic a.buse, nonc.on due to her father's attitude, and whatever comes up when interacting with characters who went through things (without the dots, I'm only writing it this way here so tumblr doesn't pick it up). I will not do bad endings: one of our characters dying, fighting in an unfixable way, etc. My favorite type of angst is hurt/comfort as in yes, they can be very very hurt, but there has to be a fix for it later. -this blog has been created to let me explore dynamics that felt like unfinished business to me, I already wrote some of these characters in their own blog before. If it's obvious you skipped reading their little "about" page when we interact, I'll stop writing with you. Don't ask me to interact with other characters you have, please, I feel really bad saying no to people. Formerly I ran MANY other blogs, some of which were stilltryingallthetime, wearesostupid, many versions of Emma Swan or AU Emma including the one I have now, ladyendurance, many versions of Jemma Simmons starting from whydoyouthinkileft, I've been around since 2012.

-I can love a canon friendship and feel no inspiration in writing it here. I'm also unlikely to be interested in building several new dynamics from scratch for my canon characters, hence why I'm so selective. I absolutely LOVE shipping, but I am not going to forceship or expect you to go there (so if I say I'd ship X character with Y, you don't have to write Y as in love with her, you can just let them be friends, she'll get over it), I'm not gunning for it with everyone, but I will likely give that priority if it happens, because this blog is literally here for me to indulge in happy things I was denied by canon. Though if we write, and especially if we talk a bit ooc, and you want to ship too, hey, I'm ready, just check if it's in the wanted interactions. -in this blog I won't go the extra mile to start interactions: I'd love to plot things out or fangirl in chats about what's happening, it actually makes me want to write with a person more, because I tend to get insecure when there is no ooc conversation! Plus we can plot all the canon divergences and aus and how to change what happened! But I will not be asking everyone to plot; if you don't start talking to me or interact I'll wait a few days, assume it was enough time for you to read about my characters, and then I'll send a meme or something like that , hoping we'll have fun writing together. This because in my primary blogs I always reach out to plot and when there is no answer or it turns out people haven't read my pages yet, things inevitably slow down! I'll post starter calls, plotting calls, memes... so you'll have plenty chances to write with me!

-my primary blog mentioned above is waaay more open to people and veeeery into these fandoms, in case you'd like to give it a try! Emma will always have priority anyway.

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diamondzoey · 4 months ago

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*Pops up* Bug army questions and scenarios!

1. highschool bug Au!

What job do they want after they graduate high school?

2. Pirate bug Au!

One of their favorite quotes?

3. Scenarios #1 (Actor bug Au!)

Al of the bugs were in the lobby talking to each other and than hears a staff member’s voice

Staff member: Okay guys we’re doing the swap bug Au today so get in your costumes

4. Pirate swap bug Au!

Least favorite sea creature and why?

5. Scenarios #2 (swap bug Au!)

Your bug was doing their hobby and than hears a voice and sees jemma who’s holding a box

Swap!Jemma who has a smile on her face: Hey Bug name I made you something!

Jemma gives them the small box and they opened it and it was their favorite sweet

Swap!Jemma: I know it isn’t much but I hope you like it

(Fun fact: Swap!Jemma is a better cook than OG!Jemma)

6. Scenarios #3

Some of the bugs and jemma were in the village talking to each other and getting some supplies while this was happening, one of the bugs overhears a conversation and hears a familiar last name

Random person talking to another person: did you hear that the parents of the Grayson family got arrested for what they did to their oldest daughter

Random person 2: really what happened?

Random person: Well apparently the parents after learning that their daughter got pregnant, they put her in a lab

Your bug looks confused at how those people knew about that and than at jemma who had a smile on her face

One of the bugs: Jem did you have anything to do with this

Jemma just had a smile on her face: Maybe I might have told some people ^^

Some of the bugs:….

Jemma who now has a dark smile on her face and walks off: Those so called grandparents of mine got what they deserved for what they did to my mother

One of bugs: Jemma scary at times

7. Bloodmoon swap Au!

Something that cause them to lose some of their sanity before they went to the swamp?

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jemmaagentofshield · 1 year ago

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“I feel huge.” A very pregnant Willa before she turned evil

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"You're positively glowing though Willa," she said to her friend. They'd become friend over their unusual childhoods. Jemma rarely shared much about her personal life but she knew Willa's backstory and it had been interesting as they got to know one another.

"How are you feeling?

#rp #onlythatwhichtheydefend

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moonchild-things · 2 years ago

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Chapter One: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

Summary: Born on October 1, 1989, Number Eight grew up with a strange power much like the other 43 children. After being adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, Jemma grows up with six other siblings with peculiar powers just like her and lived a not so happy childhood. Now in 2019, Reginald is found dead, the once missing Number Five reappears after 17 years, and, oh yeah, the world is ending.

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A/N: Ah, my umbrella academy fanfic! Let’s go!

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ON THE TWELFTH HOUR OF THE FIRST day of October in 1989, all over the world, a strange set of phenomenons took place. Forty-three women from different countries simultaneously gave birth with one strange and unusual similarity linking them: None of these women had been pregnant when the day began.

An eccentric billionaire and adventurer, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, heard of these strange happenings and searched for as many of these babies as he could with the purpose of adopting them.

HE GOT EIGHT OF THEM

The billionaire brought them all to his home and raised each and every one of them. Well, in this case, 'raised' is quite a loose term. He trained the children from a young age to master the peculiar abilities that they were born with. Due to the rigorous training with no time for fun, those children would tell you that he wasn't exactly the most caring father to them. However, these children were quite well known to the world for their strange and peculiar powers. The Umbrella Academy, they were called.

Of course, nowadays, the Umbrella Academy wasn't much anymore. In fact, they had practically disbanded years ago. Each child went their separate ways as life moved on. Number One, also known as "Luther", was stationed on the moon! Though technically he was there on the orders of his father and sending him samples from the moon. Number Two, also known as "Diego", still did his superhero duties by fighting bad guys who robbed people and hurt innocent lives in the dead of night. Number Three, "Allison", was now a famous actress and celebrity who acted in numerous movies and television shows.

Number four, "Klaus", was a junkie who constantly went in and out of rehab. You could most likely find that man nearly ODing on some sort of drug in a dark alleyway somewhere or hungover with his best friend. Number Seven, "Vanya", was a violinist apart of St. Pluvium Chamber Orchestra, though not many people recognized her talents. Unlike any of the other children… Vanya wasn't special. She was completely ordinary. The last of the children was Number Eight, "Jemma", who had a relatively normal life and lived not far from her childhood home with a boring, routine lifestyle. Though every once in a while she would meet up with Number Four and get passed out drunk with him.

Despite all of the children apart of the Umbrella Academy splitting off from the team and continuing on with their lives, one major event would bring them all back together. That event just so happened to be the death of Sir Reginald Hargreeves himself on the twenty-fourth of March.

All of the Hargreeves children traveled back to their childhood home to see what had truly happened. Each arrived and different times that day. Though one of the last out of the family to arrive home was Vanya. She took a cab through the city streets as she reflected on the unusual childhood she and her siblings had. She remembered all the times she was excluded from just about everything due to her not being like her siblings.

All too soon, the cab ride came to an end and parked in front of the large, white Hargreeves home. She took a deep breath before entering through the gate and large doors.

She surveyed the vacant looking mansion with mahogany walls and pillars in the foyer. There were quite a few memories that she shared with her family in that room. She walked further into the room and was able to spy a blonde woman sitting in front of the fireplace.

"Hey, Mom," Vanya greeted her mother but she was silent. "Mom?" She tried again but her mother continued to stare off into space and not acknowledge her existence.

"Vanya?" A different female voice called from the top of the staircase, "you're actually here." Allison descended the stairs with a soft chuckle. The beautiful African-American woman smiled slightly as she grew closer to her sister. The two of them hadn't spoken in quite a long time much like the rest of their siblings.

Vanya flashed her a tight-lipped smile in return as she stared at her significantly taller sister, "hey, Allison."

"Hey, sis."

Allison came to stand only a foot in front of the brunette woman as the two stared at each other. They drank in each other's appearance after not seeing each other in over a decade. Vanya was still pale and small and wearing monotone colored clothing that surprisingly complimented her complexion well enough. She still seemed plain and boring. Allison was tall in her high heels, black dress pants, and a blue blouse as her appearance screamed confidence. Though it would have to now that she was an actress and constantly in the public eye.

Finally, after a moment, Allison reached over and embraced Vanya in a nice hug. Just as they let go of a long overdue hug, their brother, Diego, waltzed past them. As soon as he saw his ordinary sister, he scoffed, "ah. What is she doing here?" He didn't even bat an eye at them as he continued to make his way towards the stairs to the second floor. "You don't belong here. Not after what you did."

Allison sighed deeply, "you're seriously gonna do this today?" Diego didn't respond as he continued to march up the stairs. "Way to dress for the occasion, by the way."

"At least I'm wearing black."

Vanya briefly shook her head as her brother's words echoed in her head. She glanced down at the floor before looking back up at Allison. "You know what? I- Maybe he's right. And I shouldn't-"

Allison shook her head, "forget about him." Vanya stared at her sister in disbelief. She knew that her entire family hated her for what she had done to them. Though she didn't necessarily regret it entirely. She only really regretted how her siblings had come to hate her because of her book. "I'm glad you're here." They stood in an awkward silence. It was clear that Allison didn't completely forgive her for the book, but she could forget about it for a while as they dealt with their father's death.

Upstairs in Sir Reginald's bedroom, the bulky figure of Luther dressed in thick clothing surveyed the room in search of something out of the ordinary. He looked everywhere! The windows, underneath the bed, in the closet, and anywhere that he may be able to find some sort of foul play. He just couldn't believe that his father had simply died of heart failure. Reginald Hargreeves was not a man who could die so plainly, Luther was certain of that.

Footsteps from down the hallway echoed through the nearly empty house. Though Luther's ears didn't register them as he was too busy looking around. A man, not as tall or bulky as Luther and tanner skin, came to stand in the doorway of the bedroom and lean against the doorframe. "I can save you some time," he told the other man. Luther looked over to find his brother, Diego, looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes. The stronger of the two returned the gesture with his own narrowed eyes as he turned away from the window. "They're all locked. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary." Diego ventured in further to the room and got a better look at the blonde man. He couldn't help himself but gape at Luther, "oh, you got big, Luther." However, in usual Diego-style, he couldn't help himself but be annoying and a bit of a dick. "What's the secret, huh? Protein shakes? Low carbs?"

Luther rolled his eyes at the teasing as he kept his demeanor serious, "what do you want?" The slight hostility he held for his brother was quite obvious. Like the rest of their messed up family, it wasn't something uncommon to dislike the other members of the Hargreeves family.

Diego simply pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and held it out towards Luther, "the autopsy report." Though he pulled it out of Luther's reach when he tried to take it just to be a nuisance. "Ah." He then finally gave it to Luther who practically ripped it out of his hands in frustration. He most certainly wasn't thrilled about seeing his siblings once again, especially Diego.

"And you have this why?"

"Well, that's because I broke into the coroner's office." Diego plopped himself down on a chair and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "And surprise, surprise, Dad's death was normal. Just a boring, old heart failure."

"Yeah, so?" He looked over the report to find that his brother was right. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the old man's death. However, Luther wouldn't let it go. Reports and files could be forged and faked… He just had a feeling that something was up.

"So, why are you in here," Diego asked, "checking all the windows?"

Luther disregarded his question and asked his own, "were you the first one on the scene?"

He scoffed at Luther's obvious change of the subject and diversion. If anything, it almost sounded like there was an underlying tone of accusation in his words. Diego didn't like that. He raised his head at Luther's tone, "Pogo found him."

"Yeah, I talked to Pogo. He said he couldn't find Dad's monocle."

Diego clenched his jaw and shook his head, "and your point being?"

"Can you think of a single time you saw Dad and he wasn't wearing that monocle?" Luther didn't let him answer as it was obvious, "no. Which means someone took it. Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died."

"There is no mystery here." Diego denied there being any strange occurrences happening to their father. Just because some sticking monocle goes missing doesn't mean that there was something sinister going on. He slowly stood up, "nothing to avenge. Nothing to solve, nothing like that. It's just a sad old man who kicked it in a big, empty house. Just like he deserved."

"You should leave," Luther just about growled. It was no surprise to him that Diego didn't want to find out about whether or not there was foul play apart of Sir Reginald's death. To him, the old man was nothing. Diego wanted to forget everything about what their father was like, and Luther only saw that as disrespect.

Diego glared harshly at his brother and nodded his head lightly. "Whatever you say, brother." With that, Diego turned on his heels and disappeared into the winding halls of the large mansion.

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Vanya walked through the living room of the lavish mansion. She observed all of the pictures, books, and artifacts around the room. She came across the comic books of the Umbrella Academy, magazine covers and even her own book. Though her book was tucked away on a shelf and not displayed in cases and picture frames in the room.

She carefully plucked the seemingly untouched book from the shelf and read the title she gave it 'Extra Ordinary' with a sullen picture of her younger self on the cover. She opened it to see the message she wrote to her father on the first blank page.

'Dad, I figured, why not? -V'

"Welcome home, Ms. Vanya." A gruff voice broke her out of her memories. Vanya turned to find an anthropomorphic chimpanzee dressed in a sophisticated outfit with a walking cane and glasses.

Vanya smiled, "Pogo." She approached the chimp and the two embraced in a loving hug.

"So good to see you," Pogo commented as he took in the woman who he hadn't seen in years. It was slightly strange to see the now grown adults he had helped raise as children. He wished he could have seen them again under other circumstances. Far less tragic and depressing circumstances. He glanced down at the book she held in her hand and instantly recognized it. "Ah, yes, your autobiography."

"Do you know, um," Vanya started and paused for a moment, "did he ever read it?"

Pogo hummed to himself, "hmm Not that I'm aware of."

What else was she suspecting? Vanya sighed and gazed at the painting of a young boy who looked to be about thirteen that rested above the fireplace. "How long has it been since Five disappeared?" Yes, Five. Her beloved brother with the ability to teleport! The poor boy had been missing for such a long time.

"It's been sixteen years, four months, and fourteen days." Pogo instantly replied which caused Vanya to turn to him. Pogo nodded his head and explained, "your father insisted I keep track."

"You wanna know something stupid?" Vanya asked as she allowed a sense of nostalgia to wash over her. "I always used to leave the lights on for him. Jem and I were scared that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again. So, every night we would make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on."

"Oh, I remember your snacks," Pogo chuckled as he too remembered years ago when Vanya and Jemma were children. "I'm pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." He then sighed as they both once again gazed at the painting of Five, "your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope."

"And look where that got him."

The sound of the front door to the home slamming open brought them out of their wallowing about the past. A chilled wind swarmed through the foyer and drifted into the living room. Pogo and Vanya shared a quick glance before they walked into the foyer to see who had entered the house.

They walked over to see a woman, just a tad bit taller than Vanya, with short blonde hair closing the front door. She swayed slightly on her feet before spinning around on her heels to face the two.

Dull blue eyes that were slightly milky and unseeing laid themselves upon the pair. The woman's small pink lips were pulled into a large smile. She staggered slightly towards the two with a giggle, "Vanya! Pogo!"

She draped herself over the two in a sloppy hug that nearly caused the trio to fall to the ground. Pogo and Vanya held the woman up the best they could and pushed her back slightly to get a better look.

Her short blonde hair was messy and her bangs swayed with each shaky step she took in front of her blue eyes. Her green blouse was wrinkled and the white camisole over her small shoulders was askew. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans and black flats. She had a minimal amount of makeup on that was almost near perfect except for the fact that it appeared to have been applied on with slightly shaky hands.

"It's good to see you two!"

Vanya nodded her head with a small smile. Though she couldn't help but be slightly disappointed in the woman's appearance. "I'm surprised you came here, Jem."

The woman, Jem, only continued to smile, "me too!" She rolled her eyes, "but you know, I can't miss out on precious family time now that Dad's dead."

Pogo smiled softly at the woman, "It's good to see you as well, Ms. Jemma."

The final child of the Hargreeves family smiled widely as her teeth appeared to be perfectly straight and bright white. She looked around the rest of the foyer and stood on her own, though every few seconds she swayed on her feet. "Where's everyone else?"

"At the moment, I'm quite sure they're exploring the house," Pogo explained with a small smile. "I suspect you'd want to do the same after not being here for such a long time."

Jemma shrugged her shoulders, "I guess, but I'd rather not be all depressed right now. I think I'd rather take a nap." She walked past Pogo and Vanya towards the stairs. The strong odor of alcohol following after her. Vanya wrinkled her nose up slightly at the stench that she most certainly didn't like. She also didn't like that fact that it was attached heavily on Jemma. She hated to see her sister like that… "Wake me up when you need me!"

With that, Jemma shakily ascended the stairs(nearly tripping every other step) and disappearing to the higher floors in search of her childhood room. Pogo and Vanya shared a look with each other.

"It's good to see that all of you have come home," Pogo tried to lighten the mood. Yes, it was wonderful to see that the entire Hargreeves family had decided to return home due to the terrible news of Reginald's passing. Though each of the children seemed to have their problems. They could only thank their father for that.

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Allison slid open the wooden door to her father's study. The room was covered in all sorts of pictures and paintings that Reginald had collected over the years. Even though the room seemed to be untouched for some time, the room was spotless. Though there was an odd paper did seem out of place or a pile of books laid out a desk or table.

She surveyed the room for a minute as a memory from her childhood resurfaced from the back of her mind.

It was night time. And all of the children were ready for bed. The eight of them were ushered into the room just outside their father's study by their mother. "The children are ready for bed, sir. They wanted to say goodnight." Grace said as she stood in front of Sir Reginald before turning to slide open the door to reveal the group of waiting children. They waited to see if their father would bid them goodnight but they didn't get an answer from him. He only continued to scribble on his papers and ignore them. A moment passed in awkward silence and Reginald still didn't even look up from his papers while the eight children waited for some sort of acknowledgment. Though what did they expect from the man? "Okay! Time for bed now, kids." Their mother exclaimed and started to usher the kids away. "Come along now. Come along now." The children each slowly started to walk away. Their mother stopped when she saw that Allison had not moved to head to bed like the rest of the children. She placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, "come along now, Allison, your father's busy."

Allison scoffed and spun swiftly on her heels with a glare. "He's always busy."

Jemma had instantly latched onto Klaus and Ben's hand when they turned to leave and started to pull them away as they sulked. She was more than ready to try and cheer them up best she could. She didn't want to see them like that at all! Though the moment she saw the scowl on her sister's face she instantly jumped to her side. "Don't worry, Ally!" The smaller girl said, "since dad won't wish us goodnight, I say we have a sleepover!" She said with a bright smile. "It's not like he's going to check on us, right?"

Allison let a small smile slip onto her face, "I guess you're right. Okay."

Jemma squealed and skipped next to Allison, "alright, we'll do it in your room since it's bigger! I'll get my stuff and tell Vanya, she'll like it too!"

Allison was pulled out of her memory by a familiar voice as she ventured further into the room. "Where's the cash, Dad?" She was able to see the large, brown leather chair behind her deceased father's desk moving slightly as she also heard shuffling. "Where's the cash?"

Despite not hearing that voice for years, she was instantly able to recognize it, "Klaus?" She approached the desk and leaned over the side of it. "What are you doing in here?"

A head of black hair and a pair of wide blue eyes popped out from underneath the desk. "Oh! Allison!" He gushed while standing up. "Wow, is that you? Hey, come here." He pulled her into a hug, "long time. Too long. Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph. Add it to my collection!"

Allison shook her head at his behavior and looked him over. He wore a long black coat, a blue scarf loosely hanging from his neck, black shirt and pants and a hospital band on his wrist. She pulled at the bracelet, "just out of rehab?"

"No, no. No, no, no, no. No. I'm done with all that." He denied and continued on his a sullen voice. "I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone." His voice then did a one-eighty as he started to clap. "And he is! He's dead. Yeah! You know how I know? Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room." He plopped down on the leather chair behind the desk and placed his sneaker-clad feet on the desk. The action would have most certainly earned a scolding from their father if he was alive! "He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right? Remember how he used to look at us? That scowl?" He chuckled, "thank Christ he's not our real father so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!" He used his fingers to make his eyes appear bigger by pulling back his eyelids. He also tried to intimidate their father's voice, "ah! Number Three!"

"Get out of his chair," Luther gruffly demanded of his brother.

The two looked at the newcomer and gaped at their brother's appearance. "Oh, wow, Luther!" Klaus gushed as he stood up from the chair. Allison stared at Luther surprised at his large stature. Luther changed exponentially since she last saw him. Then again, she last saw him years ago! They all must have changed quite a lot since they last saw each other. "Wow, you really, uh, you really filled out over the years, huh?"

"Klaus."

"Save the lecture. I was already leaving." Klaus amended and walked out from behind the desk. Though he couldn't help himself but mutter slightly under his breath in annoyance. He smiled at Luther as he got closer to his escape. "You guys can talk amongst yourselves."

Luther placed a hand on Klaus' chest before the smaller of the two could leave. "Drop it," he demanded.

Klaus raised an eyebrow and tried to act surprised at his words. "Ex-squeeze me?"

"Do it. Now."

Klaus clenched his jaw and huffed as he pushed away Luther's hand, "all right. All right." He started to pull out a few assortments of trinkets that were obviously worth quite a bit. "It's just an advance on our inheritance! That's all it is." After a good amount of pricy artifacts fell out of his pockets, Klaus glowered at his brother. "No need to get your little panties in a bunch."

Allison only watched highly amused by the scene in front of her. Klaus then left the study and left the two of them alone. However, once Klaus slammed the door closed and got out into the hall he smirked widely. He pulled out a black and gold box out of the back of his pants and smiled widely at actually snagging something from the old man's study.

He kissed the box happily and started to make his way towards the entrance of the house. The plan of selling the extravagant box to get money for drugs was a go. As he started to make his way towards the stairs, Jemma popped out from around a corner.

As soon as Jemma got a glimpse of her brother she smiled happily and made a beeline for him. Klaus grunted as the woman threw herself into his arms in a hug. She laughed happily, "Klaus!"

"Ah, Jem," Klaus fondly greeted his best friend.

Jemma pulled back from him and looked up at him with half-lidded, electric blue eyes. Klaus sighed inwardly as he knew she was either drunk or on the borderline of being drunk. Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw the box in his hands as she tilted her head. Her blonde bangs sweeping over her eyes like a silk curtain. "What's that?"

Klaus looked down at the box before trying to hide it behind his back, "oh, this?" He waved it off dismissively, "it's nothing important really."

She stared at him bordley, "it's dad's, isn't it."

"Yeah," Klaus didn't even try to deny it.

Jemma stared at him before starting slowly as it seemed like she was trying to understand his intentions. "And you're stealing it to sell for money that you'll use to buy drugs."

"Ah, look at you!" Klaus exclaimed, "you know me so well."

The blonde shrugged her shoulders, "’Course I do, you're my best friend! And I won't tell." She pressed her finger to her lips in a sign that she'd stay quiet. "Our little secret."

Klaus laughed, "you're the best, sis."

Jemma giggled and started to walk past him, "Thanks, bro."

The two then parted ways. Jemma left to go to her bedroom for a well-deserved nap while Klaus went to sell the damn box for drugs. Meanwhile, in their father's study, Luther approached Allison who was leaning against the mantel behind the desk.

Luther sighed out amused, "so, Klaus is still Klaus, in case you were wondering."

"You know, after all these years, I find it strangely comforting." Allison laughed lightly.

Luther nodded his head as he thought of something else that would most certainly amuse them both. "Did you see Diego? With his stupid outfit?"

Allison scoffed in amusement as she remembered the outfit that Diego was wearing. "Oh, I know."

"Do you think he wears that thing in the bathroom?" Luther couldn't help himself from asking.

"Like in the shower?" Allison asked surprised.

"Yeah."

She exclaimed, "yes, absolutely!"

The two allowed the image of their brother wearing the ridiculous outfit while showering entertain them for a moment before silence embraced them.

Luther coughed lightly, "I, uh I wasn't sure you'd come."

Allison nodded her head and looked away from him. "Me neither."

"You look great." Luther couldn't help himself but compliment her. He could never stop himself from doing that, ever since they were kids.

Allison stared at him for a moment before smiling softly and whispering, "thanks."

He pursed his lips as he asked a question, "where's Patrick and Claire?"

A dark look passed over Allison's features. He realized that he probably asked the wrong question. Something most certainly happened while he was gone."Patrick filed for divorce eight months ago." Luther gaped at the news as Allison looked at him with slight annoyance before she realized something, "of course you don't know, you've been gone."

Luther waited a moment before asking a question that he wasn't sure would make the atmosphere worse. "What about Claire?"

"He got custody."

"Shit." Luther swore as silence washed over them, "well, you could always do your, uh, you know rumor thing."

Allison scowled harshly and shook her head as she snapped at him. "Yeah, I don't do that anymore."

Luther swallowed as he saw the look on her face. Something happened, he knew. Something terrible. He should have been there to make sure that she was alright! However, he had his obligations to the Umbrella Academy and their father. "What happened?"

"Same thing that always happens." Allison huffed out as she pursed her lips. "I made a wish, and it came true, and I couldn't take it back."

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All of the siblings sat in the living area as the crackling of the fireplace was the only sound heard in the silence. Though every once in a while the clinking of glasses could be heard from the bar as Klaus got himself a drink or two.

Allison sat on a chair sipping sparsely on her glass of alcohol as she stared off into space. Diego sulked on a chair not too far from her with his arms crossed and head turned so he wouldn't have to look at anyone else. Luther sat on a couch that faced Vanya who sat in the middle with Jemma next to her on the far right of it and closest to Allison.

"Um…" Luther started as he stood up, "I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot."

Allison interjected inquisitively, "Dad had a favorite spot?"

"Yeah. You know, under the oak tree." Everyone stared at him in confusion. "We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

"Will there be refreshment?" Klaus asked as he walked over to the group with two glasses of alcohol, a trophy in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. He handed Jemma a large glass of alcohol who nodded in thanks and instantly started to gulp the liquid that burned her throat. That action from the blonde gained a few stares from the others in the room. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

Luther stared at him in bewilderment, "what? No." He gestured to the cigarette, "and put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

Allison stared at the obviously hyperactive man who walked around the living room with eyebrows furrowed. "Is that my skirt?"

"What?" Klaus looked up at his sister before nodding his head, "oh, yeah, this." He gestured to the black skirt that reached down to his ankles. "I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits." Jemma snorted loudly at his words which earned her a cheeky smile from her best friend.

"It looks great on you!" Jemma cheered as Klaus posed.

"Listen up," Luther cut off any jokes and fun that Jemma and Klaus could try to have. "Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?"

"Like what?" Diego called out.

Luther looked at all of them, "like the way he died."

Diego sighed in frustration while shaking his head, "and here we go."

Jemma's eyebrows furrowed as she allowed herself to breathe from her drink. "I don't understand."

Vanya nodded her head as she agreed with her sister, "I thought they said it was a heart attack."

Luther nodded her head, "yeah, according to the coroner."

Jemma rolled her hazy eyes at his tone, "well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically."

"Theoretically?" Allison's voice was dripping in confusion much like everyone else's thoughts.

The large man nodded his head, "I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

Klaus slouched in his seat on the couch as he gargled the alcohol in his mouth. "Oh, quelle surprise!"

Jemma pursed her lips with furrowed eyebrows. Her father was a strange man, no matter what. To suggest that he was acting even more abnormal than usual must of meant something. "Strange how?" She asked around her glass that rested against her lips.

"He sounded on edge." Luther revealed, "told me I should be careful who to trust."

Diego shook his head, "Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."

Luther clenched his jaw, "No. He must have known something was going to happen." He then turned to Klaus who was giving Jemma the rest of his drink. "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad."

Klaus scoffed, "I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'"

He stared at him with his eyebrows pulled together in confusion and frustration, "since when? That's your thing."

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

Jemma to a swig from her cup as her words came out slightly slurred, "he's high."

"Yeah! Yeah! See, Jem gets it!" He shouted excitedly as he pointed at the blonde, "I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important."

"Who cares!" Jemma shouted loudly with a roll of her eyes, "daddy's dead! Yay! Woo!" All of her siblings stared at her in bewilderment. Well, Allison, Luther, and Diego did due to them never seeing the blonde act like this before. Vanya just sighed as she was all too familiar with her behavior and the telltale signs of Jemma becoming drunk. Surprisingly, Klaus also sighed at her behavior as disappointment peaked through his high state. "Now, I say we mourn dear old dad, drink and try not to kill anyone. 'Cause I am down with some more drinking!" Allison pulled the glass of strong alcohol from her sister's hands before the short blonde could let her pale lips wrapped around the glass. Jemma whined once it was taken from her and reached out for it. "No! Ally!"

Luther shook his head at her antics and continued on in a serious tone, "then there's the issue of the missing monocle."

Diego scoffed with his arms crossed, "who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?"

"Exactly." Luther exclaimed, "it's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked in exasperation.

"I may be slightly buzzed," Jemma interjected once she got over the fact that Allison wasn't going to give back her drink. Her bright blue eyes were narrow and hazy but still held a growing amount of betrayal and hatred. "But it sounds like you're accusing us of killing him."

Luther grunted softly as she basically figured out what he was getting at. How could he not? He had been away for years while the rest of them were here on Earth with some pretty good motive to go after their father. He will admit that their father wasn't the nicest man there was, but he deserved their loyalty and respect. Which is something that the others would rarely ever give Reginald!

The others stared at him with wide eyes that were slowly filling with betrayal. "You do?" Klaus gasped.

"How could you think that?" Vanya asked softly in surprise.

Diego shook his head as he passed by him. He hit him on the chest, "great job, Luther. Way to lead."

Luther quickly tried to amend what he meant, "that's not what I'm saying."

"You're crazy, man." Klaus exclaimed as he stood up from his seat "You're crazy. Crazy."

Luther watched as the rest of his family stood up and started to make their way out as well. "I've not finished."

"Sorry," Klaus apologize even though there was no tone of a sincere apology in his voice. "I'm just gonna go murder Mom. I'll Be right back."

Jemma jumped up from her seat with a now empty glass, "Oh, I'll come help you, Klaus. Might as well as kill Pogo while we're at it!" She sent one final glare at Luther before following after the rest of her siblings.

"That's not what I was saying. I didn't-" Luther tried to explain himself but the damage had already been done. His siblings knew that Luther had a strong sense of loyalty to their father. However, for him to think that they would be willing to go so far as to kill the man was absurd. Yes, Reginald would never receive the 'greatest father' award but that didn't warrant one of his children committing murder against him! "Allison," he called out to her, but she also left the living room along with the others without sparing him a glance. Soon enough he was left alone in the living room. "Jeez. That went well." It most certainly didn't.

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