#sloane hargreeves headcanons

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

Headcanons about if the other Sparrows were alive for Luther and Sloane's wedding

Fei is Sloane's maid of honor

Marcus gets super emotional, he tries to play it off, but dude we all saw you crying

Jayme and Alphonso wear matching suits

Christopher is the ring bearer. They put the little pillow on top of him and let him float down the aisle

During Five's drunken escapades, Jayme cheers him on, because she loves starting shit

Alphonso really wants to catch the bouquet. He isn't dating anyone or actively wanting to find a partner, he just wants the satisfaction of catching it

Instead of doves, Fei releases her crows

[lumiinousbeingsold]

tag drop - comics pt. 3

[frozenwafflesagain]

You’re right and you should say it

I have to add the others because that’s just the kind of person I am:

Luther: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler (that one is obvious, lol)

Allison: Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood

Klaus: Walking On Sunshine by Katrina And The Waves

Five: (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes (again, we been knew)

Brellie!Ben: Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

Viktor: Mr. Brightside by The Killers

Lila: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen (she sings all the parts)

Sparrow!Ben: Thrift Store by Macklemore

Sloane: Bubbly by Colbie Caillat

Group Number: Umbrella by Rhianna

You Oughta Know by Alanis Morrisette is Diego's go to karaoke song and that's on that

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

MASTERLIST

UPDATED: Aug. 9, 2024 * = NSFW

Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves | Number 1

When They Get Jealous

Diego Hargreeves | Number 2

When They Get Jealous Can't Help My Jealousy

Lila Pitts

When They Get Jealous Lila Pitts Headcanons

Allison Hargreeves | Number 3

Yandere! Headcanons When They Get Jealous

Klaus Hargreeves | Number 4

I Can't Do This Tattoos Klaus Getting Tattoos for his Beloved When They Get Jealous Klaus Hargreeves Headcanons

Five Hargreeves | Number 5

Yandere! Five Headcanons I'll Gouge their Eyes Break Your Legs Overprotective Five You're a Killer More! Yandere Five Headcanons Different Timeline Jealous Headcanons Dance w/ Me Stoner Drabble Reader killed a girl [Drabble] Sweet Dreams Are Made of These Serial Killer Reader When They Get Jealous Drunk Five [Headcanons & Oneshot] Love-filled Lies I Love You- Why Don't You Love Me

Ben Hargreeves | Number 6

Jealous Ben When They Get Jealous

Viktor Hargreeves | Number 7

When They Get Jealous

Sparrow Academy

Marcus Hargreeves | Number 1

When They Get Jealous

Ben Hargreeves | Number 2

I Hate You Jealous Ben * Feel Your Insides * When They Get Jealous Please Love Me

Fei Hargreeves | Number 3

When They Get Jealous

Alphonso Hargreeves | Number 4

N/a

Sloane Hargreeves | Number 5

When They Get Jealous

Jayme Hargreeves | Number 6

When They Get Jealous

Christopher Hargreeves | Number 7

N/a

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at a family reunion-esque dinner an i just found out i have the cilantro soapy gene when i tell you i yelled at everyone “WHO WAS IT” so damn loud. anyway to cope here’s tua cilantro soap gene headcanons. please read i worked so hard XD

luther- yes and he’s sad about it :(

diego- no but he makes fun of luther

allison- nope. kind of convinced that it’s not real and everyone just made it up as an inside joke she wasn’t in on as a kid. she’s wildly insecure and bitter about it and is really passive agressive when it’s brought up

klaus- no but he is infinitely curious about what it tastes like and when he was 9 he ate a sliver of a bar of soap and cilantro at the same time to simulate the experience so he could empathize with his siblings. he cried and ran to grace who was confused but supportive and helped him wash his mouth out

five- yes but he doesn’t care. his food opinions and vibes are Very Fucked Up and he used to eat rocks anyway so. you cannot tell me this man didn’t eat rocks in the apocalypse drunkly because he was so hungry i’m sorry. also like cardboard poor baby

ben- thinks he does but he doesn’t. this is og ben bc i’m always posting about him he is the real ben hargreeves to me but this goes for s! ben too. and idk how to explain it either

viktor- yeah but he likes it. he’s like mmmmm and diego is horrified everyone is losing their minds and he’s like yummy :D my favorite

lila- yes but pretends she doesn’t because she’s seen diego make fun of luther for it. he’s all “extra cilantro right babe B)” and she’s like “hell yes” but is sad inside. if she just told him he would never order cilantro on anything again in case she wants to eat some of his food but she’s too far in at this point

sloane- no. she eats all of luther’s cilantro for him though <3

reginald asshole hargreeves- yes and i hope He Fucking Suffers. stupid ass alien tastebuds or whatever. he pretends nothing’s happening because he thinks it’s a human thing and he doesn’t want to blow his cover

grace- she can’t eat, but is aware of the chemical that makes it taste/smell like that because of her advanced sensory hardware and software

the handler- no. she puts cilantro in five’s food because she knows he has the gene. she thinks he’s on to her and picks it out but he just has no reaction. he just doesn’t care lmao. she’s playing these fucking mind games 4d chess and he’s like absentmindedly chewing on checkers

pogo- nope.

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Phil Hargreeves Headcanons;

He's the tallest member of the Phoenix Academy and the first to go through puberty.

He's a pyromaniac but no one can prove it.

Phil argues with Reginald about shaving his beard daily because he refuses to shave it and Reginald demands he does so.

Isn't a people person but is good at reading them.

Is very much a 'Fight (or intimidate) first, ask questions later' type of guy.

Phil can't handle spicy food at all but absolutely loves sour foods and snacks.

Hates the color yellow.

Gets along best with Luther and Fei abd does not take any criticism toward the two of them lightly.

Phil is exasperated (though amused) by Klaus, and is very protective of him because he knows what it's like to be afraid of his own powers.

He also butts heads with Diego a lot because of Diego's volatile relationship with Luther.

He also butts heads with Alphonso but for different reasons. Though he loves all of his siblings.

Assuming Carla from the comics is the seventh member of this academy, he gets along with her as well. Though he'd likely get along with any of the other possible candidates for the seventh member as well (more or less).

He has pyrokinesis.

Phil is number three in this timeline.

Phil leaves the academy when Luther does because he's loyal to a fault (which while later than the other siblings in every universe, is relatively early in this one).

Phil's a cat person and was Luther's best friend growing up.

He and Luther both share the dream of going to space.

Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask) neither of them go to space here and Phil goes on to become a fire fighter (ironically).

Phil Hargreeves is a sleepwalker and has almost burnt the house down while doing so on more than one occasion.

He also had an emp phase.

Has a stash of 'contraband' (aka kid stuff and a phone) hidden under his bed so that Reginald can't take them away.

Phil Hargreeves is very good at using chopsticks.

He's dyslexic.

Once nearly choked to death on marshmallows doing the chubby bunny challenge because Diego challenged him (Diego also nearly choked to death).

When he and the siblings were thirteen they started sneaking out to the movies (because Klaus really wanted to see Treasure Planet and several other movies). Now Phil loves Disney movies (even if he refuses to admit it sometimes lol).

Scared the crap out of his driving instructor because he didn't study for how to drive stick.

Didn't really like Reginald but put up with him mainly for Luther.

Gets along with Diego the best when they have to get Klaus out of trouble.

Has ended up on the wrong side of Diego and Alphonso's powers more than once (and occasionally on the wrong side of Luther's powers since he spends the most time with him).

Is Luther's wing man (they are both terrible at flirting and it is by pure miracle they meet someone who thinks Luther's horrible flirting is cute. Aka this world's version of Sloane).

He also likes horror movies but never watches them with Klaus because he knows Klaus doesn't like them (usually because they're inaccurate but also because they scare him sometimes).

Phil likes a wide variety of music.

Got arrested once because he burned a guy who kicked a dog but got left off because there was no proof.

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@acollectionofmiscstuff .

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Could you make little Luther hcs from tua?

Little Luther Hargreeves headcanons

warnings: !!season 4 spoilers!!, talk of canon events, swearing, classification au

doesn’t start regressing til season 3

it’s hard for him to get used to the feeling of being small since he’s so physically big but eventually he grows to like it

the first person he regresses in front of is Viktor and he immediately clocks what’s going on and starts to take care of Luther

he’s a big teddy bear when regressed!

so happy and giggly

the only time he gets upset is at night as it can remind him of his time isolated on the moon or nights spent in the academy as a kid after a bad mission when he felt lonely

he doesn’t like being alone while small and clings to just about anyone around

Sloane is his favorite caregiver but when she disappears he spends a lot of time being looked after by Viktor, Diego & Allison

him & Klaus play together while little and it’s always chaos

even more if Diego is small too and gets involved

Viktor & Allison have to separate them at times if things get too out of hand

but in Luther’s defense, he’s usually not the starter of the problems just a bystander or instigator occasionally

lover of forts & playing battlefield with nerf guns

him & Diego fall into their old competitive habits while they’re both regressed and Allison definitely has to make them cut it out

soooo gentle when he’s regressed, he’s so big and his strength is so much that he’s nervous of breaking something or doing something wrong on accident

makes Allison tell him bedtime stories almost every night

bonus points for Claire coming to listen too despite being a teenager

Luther & Claire are actually fairly close while Luther’s regressed or not

Claire’s a teenager but she’s a natural caregiver like her mother and loves to spend time with the family’s littles, Luther in specific

they’ll go to the park with Klaus & Allison and have picnics and play soccer or whatever game Klaus comes up with

these are some of Luther’s favorite days while small (Allison has pictures to prove)

when he’s small he always tries to include Ben in things but especially after Sloane disappears

he’s scared to lose another person but also feels he owes it to Sloane to get closer to Ben

Ben is… reluctant.. but goes along with it (mostly cause he knows Sloane & Fei would kick his ass for being a prick to a little)

Luther beams anytime Ben agrees to any activity

eventually Ben becomes more okay with it and starts to prompt Luther to go do things - he does always bring Viktor along though cause he’s not too confident in his solo caring abilities

Luther always tries to include everyone anyways but if he notices someone’s in a bad mood or being distant he’ll try extra hard

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The Midwife Called Vik

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Among the streets of Poplar are all kinds of people. The most generally respected are the nurses and nuns, even if some of them are a stranger than most. Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, a pregnant trans man, and 1950s-typical bigotry Word Count: 8,605 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves/Ben Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves/Lila Pitts, Jayme Hargreeves/Alphonso Hargreeves, and Sloane Hargreeves/Luther Hragreeves

Archive link!

A/N: So I recently started watching this show and it was all I could to do watch a the first four seasons before I started combining my obsessions. I really liked the way that this turned out and I have a small headcanon for how everyone got set into the world in this AU. I hope that you all enjoy! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

No one paid much attention to the fact that Vik's hair was too short and that pants were where a skirt should have been. In public, the name was Viktoria Hargreeves. A good English name with a Russian twinge to honor parents and a homeland long lost. At home, around the husband and trusted family, he was Viktor. When it was just him and his husband, he was Beloved. 

It was a dangerous world to be the person that he was, so they did it in a way where nothing would reach the public ears and he could be safe. Fashion trends were already beginning to change and if anyone asked why he had done away with his skirts while he had gone away for his nurse’s training then he fed them the same lie about it being easier to bike around when not wearing a skirt. The truth was that the idea of having to wear a skirt every day for the rest of his life was enough to send him into a panic attack. The same was given for the reason that his hair was cut so short, he just told people that it got in the way when he was trying to work.

All in all, he had done a good job of hiding his transgender identity while still being able to live in a way that made him more comfortable. People had a larger problem with his homeland than how he presented himself to the public, especially after he got married. It was very disconcerting for a lot of the less traveled folk to hear that he was still Russian Orthodox, as his parents had raised him to be before they had to hurriedly send him from the Soviet Union, instead of being Church of England or even Catholic like his husband was.

He loved his job and the people that he worked with, enough that a couple of comments about his odd appearance or his choice of worship wouldn’t drive him away. 

When he woke up that morning, it seemed like the sea had lurched out of the harbor where it belonged to berate their windows with steady, heavy droplets. He could hear the crackling of thunder and see small flashes of light far off in the distance, where the majority of the storm was. He had seen far worse even when he was living in England and going to school in the bit that was further inland, but this was nothing compared to some of the winter storms he had gotten while living in the Soviet Union.

Viktor rose slowly from the bed so that he didn’t disturb his sleeping husband and then got on with his day. He had just finished changing into the midwifery uniform that he would wearing throughout his time of being on call and helping the citizens of Poplar when the very man that he had been trying not to disturb joined him.

“The storm is quite bad,” Five informed him as he leaned down and kissed at Viktor’s neck.

The other man let out a small hum as he held onto his lover’s forearms and leaned back against him for warmth and comfort. Viktor was short with a boyish figure, most likely because of the absence of meals and rest in his youth after the war. He had mousy brown hair that clung to his forehead and around his ears with hazel eyes set behind full lashes. His cheekbones and jawline were easy enough to mistake for that of a man’s from the people that didn’t know him. Five, on the other hand, was tall and thin. He had grown into them now, but when he was a teenager his limbs had been so long that they looked like they belonged to another man entirely. He had dark brown hair that he had cut in such a way that it hung almost all the way down to his cheek on one side while being cropped close to his head on the other. He had the most mesmerizingly sharp face and the deepest green eyes that Viktor had ever seen.

“The storm isn’t that bad,” the pregnant man replied softly. He let out a small sigh as he felt his husband’s hand drift down so that it was resting over the top of his stomach. He had just begun to show, so the bump was easily hidden beneath the rain coat and cardigan that he wore when he was working to keep warm. It was enough that the people that knew him well would be able to tell without it, which was why Five was holding onto it now as he tried to make his point. “мой милый,” Viktor laughed.

“It really is howling. Perhaps you should extend your rest at least one more day. I’m not sure that I want you venturing out in those winds,” Five replied. His accent was growing thicker with every word that he said, just as it often did when he was upset. Five had grown up deep in the rural-most parts of Ireland with his mother and grandparents, so he had a very distinct accent that he had tried to stamp out in favor of speaking like his old college professors, but when he was worrying it came out stronger than ever.

“It’s nothing as bad as I faced when I was living back home. There was a reason that my parents sent me over here and it wasn’t just because I was non-conforming,” Viktor said softly. He missed both of his parents dearly, as well as his homeland, but he knew that he would never be able to return to either of them. Something about pregnancy made him rather melancholic with homesickness, though. “I think that if I stay here any longer then I am going to go insane. I want to go out and see my patients and my friends again.”

Five considered it, his lips pursing into a fine line. He glanced back at the crib that they had already prepared at the foot of their bed, anxiously anticipating the newest arrival to their little family. “Alright, fine. But the moment that you start to feel poorly, you are to call me and come home or to the nunnery to rest.”

Viktor squirmed so that he was able to turn around in his husband’s arms. He threw his hands up so that they were threaded behind Five’s neck and dragging him down just far enough that he could press their lips together in an adoring kiss. “I am going to be fine, Five. I know that you’re just worried about us, but I’m already further along than I was last time and I’ve been resting for the last week. If something bad happens, then you will be the first to know so that you can help stop it. Alright?”

The taller of the two adorned a soft expression on his face as he leaned down and pressed a kiss first to his husband’s forehead, and then one to his lips. Finally, he got down onto his knees and placed his hands on either side of Viktor’s hidden bump before he leaned forward and kissed the roundest spot. “You be good for us, we’re expecting to meet you this winter.”

“And we will,” Viktor reassured him. “My mother said that she knew with me. And she had lost three before I was born.”

They stayed there for a moment longer, Viktor’s hands threading through the long locks hanging down onto the right side of Five’s face while his husband rested his forehead over where their baby was safely tucked away, awaiting their debut to the world. But they both had patients to attend to that wouldn’t be able to wait, so they went their separate ways. They were able to eat together and share another comforting moment by the front door of their home, but after that they both knew that they would be unable to see each other at least until late that night depending on how Viktor’s day went.

He had left his bicycle at Nonnatus House, so he was walking to work with his favorite black umbrella perched over his head to keep him dry from the pouring rain. The way that the wind nipped at his nose reminded of being back home in the Soviet Union. When he had first moved to Poplar, he had trouble acclimating to the rain and lack of snow. Some days it still troubled him, even though he had been living there for well over five years.

Several people greeted him when they recognized him on his way to work, waving to him from their safety under their own umbrellas or underneath the awnings of shops and homes. Several children were dressed in thick wool coats with hats stuffed onto their heads as they ran around, catching raindrops on their tongues and splashing in all the puddles that they could find.

The East End was about as poor as the town that he had grown up in, so it was comforting to see that even though the people in England worshiped differently than he did and didn’t speak his mother tongue, they were still the same. People living in poverty or destitution, people that were unable to work and that hadn’t yet been rehomed, were the same all over the world.

Nonnatus house stood tall amongst the rest of the buildings surrounding it. The red brick and Gothic architecture was one of the first things that Viktor remembered about moving to Poplar, so it was a welcome sight once he finally arrived. He walked up the front steps very carefully so that he didn’t slip on the slick wet gravel or uncleaned steps. Marcus had been rather overworked with a burst pipe in the basement so it made sense that they hadn’t been cleaned in a while.

He opened the grand doors and then quietly shut it behind him. He shook off his umbrella before doing so, casting the droplets down onto the cement instead of on the clean floor of the nunnery. He placed his umbrella on the hook and then removed his woolen coat before setting it on the hook over the top of that.

“Vik? Is that you?” a sweet voice called out from down the hall, near the sitting room where the nuns and nurses gathered when they weren’t running the clinic or attending to housecalls.

“Yes it is! I’m finally being allowed back to work,” he beamed as he turned to face his dear friend.

Sloane was the tallest woman that Viktor had ever seen, especially when it came to the underfed and malnourished that seemed to litter the streets of Poplar. She had long blond hair that she kept back in braids or a ponytail, away from her face. Her skin was tanned caramel from her years working a farm in Wales when she was younger during the war. She had the sweet features that every woman longed for, even if they came with a rather undesirable height.

“I’m glad that you’re back! It’s been so dreary around here without you,” Sloane informed him sweetly as she wrapped her arm around his. The two of them had grown very close when Viktor had first moved to Nonnatus house as Sloane was only six months his senior, so had very weak bonds with the rest of the midwives at the time. Everyone, other than the nuns, serving now had come after the duo had started their work a half decade prior.

Viktor pressed a hand to the lower part of his stomach since they were in the relative safety of the hallway. Sloane was one of his closest friends so she had been told both about his gender and the baby despite the married couple deciding that they were going to keep the pregnancy a secret until they were more sure that it was going to stick this time. They had picked her out of all their friends because of her medical expertise and talent at keeping secrets. “You know how Five can get when he’s worried about something.”

“You do feel better, don’t you?” she asked, pausing so that she could turn and look properly at her friend.

He nodded and the stress sloped off of her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I do. Five wouldn’t have let me out of the house with all this rain unless I was in tip-top shape,” Viktor explained with a small laugh. He loved his husband more than he thought he would have been able to love anything in the entire world, so the fretting and worrying was comforting instead of annoying.

They walked the rest of the way into the nunnery so that they could join the others where they were getting their morning rounds. The head nun of the convent that they were working with rose and walked over to the duo. “Oh, Nurse Hargreeves, it’s so wonderful to see you again! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to return to us before the baby boom. We’ve got fifty scheduled this week alone,” Sister Grace tutted with a small shake of her head. She was one of the kindest people that lived on the East End, which was why she was in charge of the convent and all of the nurses that served it.

“My husband has instructed me not to let you work me too hard just in case something like that takes me out of commission again, but I am back to be of help in any way that I can!” he beamed.

“I would suggest that Nurse Sparrow finish her tea as quickly as she can and then the two of you can leave on your normal rounds. You’re to visit Mr. Herschberger, Mrs. Patch, and Mrs. Velonos at the start of your day and then we’ll let you know if there are any deliveries that you need to attend to when you get back. Be safe, alright?” Grace said.

Viktor gave her a nod. He waved to the other nuns and nurses that were gathered around the living room table. Two of them had been on call last night so were absolutely exhausted and having a soothing cup of tea with their breakfast before they went to bed. Another was going to be waiting for the phone while Sloane and Viktor were out about town. Sloane quickly pushed past her friend and into the living room so that she could attend to the muffin that was half eaten on the table.

He was glad that he was going to be able to go out again, because he didn’t want to deal with some of the prying that the older nuns just couldn’t help themselves with. Viktor gave them all a polite nod and then explained that he was going to be on his way before he turned and left to get his coat again. He left his umbrella on the hook where he had put it after coming in so that he could ride his bicycle without being overly hindered by it. The bag full of sterile tools that he would need for the rounds he was to do was right where he had left it, securely in the back compartment of his bike.

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He rode through the town as quickly as he could to avoid the rain, though he didn’t really notice it dampening his hat and coat since they were both fairly waterproof. When he got to the apartment where his first appointment of the day was being held, he parked his bike against their wall and then got his tools out of the back where they had been safely tucked away. Viktor made his way through the front door of the apartment and then up the rather perilous steps so that he could get to the specific room that he was looking for. Once he found it, he paused and then wrapped his knuckles against the wood. “Nurse calling! Mr. Herschberger?”

The walls of the apartment had paint underneath wallpaper, both of which were beginning to peel. The floors were warped from years of wear as people walked through them and the general dampness caused by the lack of proper glass in the hallway facing windows. It was clean enough and the younger, able-bodied tenants took care of the rats and mice with a cat that they kept. It made the apartment complex a bit more inviting than some of the others, as well as the company inside being absolutely lovely.

The door opened and revealed another one of Viktor’s good friends, though he didn’t happen to be Viktor’s patient for that day. Ben was a tall asian man with a shock of black hair that he kept carefully combed back. He had dark eyes full of hurt and angst for the world, which was well earned at this point. Despite the run down apartment that he lived in, he kept himself looking well manicured in the hopes that someone would finally give him the job that he deserved. He had been doing well until the anti-asian sentiment that settled across the people’s mind due to the Japanese involvement in World War II, regardless of the fact that Ben was Korean and his family had been living in England for two generations prior.

“I’m glad that you’re back. He was being a right pain to the other nurse that they were sending to tend to him while you were off duty,” Ben said as he stepped to the side.

He closed the door securely behind Viktor and then walked quickly through the apartment to where the aforementioned man was laying back on a sofa. The windows were opened just enough to let in some of the breeze, though Ben had the foresight to place a towel on the spot on the floor that would be getting damp because of the rain. The apartment was about as run down as the rest of the building had been, but it was kept clean by Ben in his free time.

“Klaus, were you giving my replacement a hard time?” Viktor chided.

The aforementioned man let out a dramatic sigh and tossed his head backwards. He was lanky and thin despite not being able to get up and do much because of the injury he had sustained when he had been fighting during the war. His dark brown hair fell into perfect ringlets around his face and neck, and his eyes were green in the same way that Five’s were.

“How could I let them tend to me when I knew that you were the only one suited for the job?” he asked, throwing his hands out to the side. His ‘HELLO’ and ‘GOODBYE’ tattoos were prominent on his hands when he did so, and Viktor knew that was the reason he was so fond of that gesture.

“Uh huh, I’m sure. You weren’t just hazing her like you were with me?” Viktor asked. He set his bag down on the edge of the couch and the knelt down on the floor next to his friend. Viktor had originally met Ben and the two of them had immediately bonded because they both found out that they were queers in a part of the world where that kind of thing still had to be kept very hush-hush. Later, Viktor had been introduced to Klaus as one of the wards that he was going to be taking care of as a district nurse and found that he already knew Ben. They were another of the few people that knew about Viktor being who he was and not just Nurse Hargreeves or Vik.

Klaus turned his head to the side and smiled that wide, toothy smile that meant he knew he was doing something wrong. Viktor rolled his eyes and unbuttoned the first few inches of his top so that the wound he had come to inspect was visible. “Mind moving Dave so that I can get my work done?” he asked, gesturing his head down to where two sets of silver dog tags were hanging low on Klaus’ chest.

There were very few people that Viktor ever felt truly sorry for. Most had let their sour hand in life turn them into bad people that shouted at each other or abused their children. Klaus, on the other hand, had been drafted into the second world war when he was only eighteen and then lost the love of his life in the very battle that had given him the festering wound on his chest. Klaus carried Dave with him everywhere, even though they had only been involved for nine months and he was married to Ben now (in the eyes of each other and their friends, the law and the public certainly wouldn’t allow it). Viktor couldn’t imagine how he would feel if he had lost Five and he remembered the pain of his first ever girlfriend choosing a man and a marriage over him.

“I suppose I will, if you have to get on with your duties and can’t just drink with us,” Klaus sighed. He reached down and carefully removed the dog tags from around his neck. He wound the silver chain around his hand so that he could make sure he wouldn’t lose them while he couldn’t wear them.

Viktor was used to this by now since he had been helping Klaus for at least three years. He let out a little laugh and shook his head as he replied, “You know that I can’t drink. I’m working.”

He brushed his fingers over the edge of the wound and then winced when he saw that green puss was beginning to form in the dead center where it was at its worst. “Have you been taking care of this since you’ve chased the other nurses out?”

Ben, from the other room where he was preparing Viktor some tea as he always did, said, “You know that he hasn’t! I’ve barely managed to corral him into the bath most days so making him clean the wound that’s causing him all his pain is absolutely out of the question.”

The nurse let out a small sigh, though he knew that was going to be the answer. According to Klaus’ mother, a kind yet strict woman that Viktor had only met once when Klaus was first moving in, he had always been a very self destructive person. He seemed to have no care for his body or understanding that it would be around forever if he didn’t take care of himself. He drank too much, smoked too much, was frivolous with sex, all to fill the void that chronic night terrors and a war he was too young to fight in had left him with.

“Well, we’re going to have to clean that out. I know that’s your favorite part,” Viktor chuckled. That was his one way at getting back at his friend for not doing as he was always instructed to. Whenever Klaus let the wounds get as bad as they were currently, he had to clean them out with antiseptic that stung like nothing else.

He got out the tools that he needed while ignoring the complaints coming from his friend. He immediately got to work, which he was only allowed to do after shooting Klaus a sharp look that let the veteran know today was not the day to mess with him. Pretty soon the wound had been cleaned and dressed, and the dog tags replaced right over his heart where they belonged. 

“I want you to try and keep it clean and dry this time, alright? I’m not going to be able to come and change it as often as I usually do so it’s going to fall to you and Ben to do it,” Viktor instructed them firmly.

Ben handed Viktor the cup of tea that he had made, sweetened with condensed milk just how he liked it. He leaned down and kissed Klaus sweetly on the mouth, a gesture so intimate that Viktor felt lucky he got to see it.

“Are you sure that you don’t want a drink?” Klaus asked once Ben had moved so that he was sitting in an armchair next to the couch that his husband was on. The veteran reached behind the sofa and then pulled up a bottle of alcohol with ease despite the wound pulling painfully at both sides of his chest. 

“I told you this before and I’ll tell you as many times as you have to hear it, I’m not allowed to drink when I’m on call and working,” he reprimanded playfully. He adored his friends and he would have gladly had a small drink with them if they had been his last patients to visit before he was going home and he had not been pregnant. 

As if he was able to read Viktor’s mind, Klaus tilted his head to the side and smiled wide. “When’s the baby due then, Vik?”

The midwife flushed and laughed as his hand cupped the small bump hidden beneath his uniform and sweater. “Is it that obvious?” he asked as he looked down. No one else had commented on it, which was unusual because a pregnancy from one of the nurses was a big deal to the patients that they came to see. It meant change in their already chaotic lives, something not a lot of them wanted to deal with.

“It’s not, I’m just good at spotting this kind of thing,” Klaus beamed, obviously very proud of himself.

Viktor let out a nervous laugh of relief. He and his husband had been anxious since they had realized that his period hadn’t come for at least two months. It had been a scramble to make sure that he could still fulfill the work that he did around the community while also keeping the pregnancy a secret until they could be sure that it was safe to tell people. They were trepidatiously excited for the months that were to come and the lifetime that they would have after that.

“The baby’s due in about six months, should everything go according to plan,” he then explained when he realized that neither of the men in the apartment were going to let him leave without giving them some kind of answer.

“If you have a baby shower promise that you’ll invite us,” Ben said as he rose to let Viktor out of the apartment.

“I will. And knowing Five the baby will be baptized Catholic, lest Efa Hargreeves have our heads. You’ll both be invited to that as well,” he chuckled. He bade them both goodbye before he turned and went about his way.

---

By the time that he got to the front door the complex, he found that the mister for his next appointment was already standing there. “Officer Patch? Has something happened with the baby and your missus?” he asked, worry shooting through his spine so that he was standing ramrod straight.

Diego quickly shook his head, eyes filled with guilt. “Lila chased me out of the house this morning because Stan and I were being too loud. I just dropped him off at school and figured that I would give my favorite nurse some company on the way to the next appointment. If that’s alright with you, of course,” he added the last bit nervously.

Viktor’s features softened and he gave a nod. “I was actually going over to the flower shop for my next appointment, so maybe by the time that we get there she’ll have forgiven you,” he chuckled.

Diego let out a small groan at the thought of returning so soon after Lila’s outburst, but he began to walk beside his friend anyway. Diego’s family had moved from Mexico when he was no older than three, so he didn’t remember it much. He still spoke Spanish fluently because his parents had thought that it was very important to teach him. He now served as an officer for Poplar’s police department, so he and Viktor saw a lot of each other. Diego was relatively tall with a scar that stretched from one cheek to the ear on the same side of his head. He had skin that was tanned from birth and world-worn because of all the time he spent outside. He kept his hair cut short to his head and his body as fit as possible. He was one of the most trusted officers in the entire East End.

The two of them walked quietly before Diego asked, “How has Klaus been doing? I haven’t seen as much of him as I usually do.”

“I think that Ben has been keeping him out of trouble while I was on my leave. It’s harder for the other nurses to know the ins and outs of his language so it’s better for him to rest when I’m not there to help,” Viktor explained. “But I think that he’s doing well enough to be out and about again soon. Especially if Ben decides to take him on more walks to get their groceries.”

“Good, good,” Diego nodded. Just like Viktor was, he was also very familiar with the needy and underprivileged individuals in the neighborhood. Diego took care of Klaus just as much as Viktor did, though in a very different way. The two of them were good friends as well.

The rest of the short walk to the flower shop that Diego’s wife Lila ran was spent with them chatting about their lives. Viktor questioned how their eldest, Stan, was doing. Stan had been adopted from Germany when Lila was overseas as a spy and codebreaker during the second world war. It wasn’t necessarily abnormal for people to come back from their service with children, but it had been a little shocking for her to return with a three-year-old grasped in her arms.

Viktor gave a goodbye to his friend before he let himself in the front door of the flower shop. He admired some of the newly arrived peonies next to his favorite flower, purple tulips, while he waited for his patient to finish up with some of the customers that had been there when he arrived. They cleared out of the store once they had gotten their orders and bouquets, leaving him alone with his friend, “I’ve come to check your quarters for when baby comes,” he explained. “And I need to give you a check over since you haven’t been showing up to the antenatal clinics like you’re supposed to.”

The woman in question gave a playful sigh and a roll of her eyes. Lila was just a couple inches taller than Viktor, though she wore platform shoes when she wasn’t carrying about seven pounds of baby on her front, which usually made her taller. She was wearing a long cream colored sweater with a checkered dress that sinched under her chest and above her round stomach. “I know I’m supposed to go to those things but Stan doesn’t have school on the weekends so it’s hard to get away from the shop, especially now that it’s spring.” 

He let out a little sigh as he moved to the side of the counter door. Lila walked over to the door and flipped the sign so that it said she would be open in a bit before she walked the nurse through the shop up to the apartment above it. Viktor had been up there before when he was visiting her earlier in her pregnancy and when he and Diego were catching up, so he knew that it was already going to be mostly passing the inspection. 

He was glad that he was back at work, having to take a break after half a decade of being on his feet every day while working had been absolutely Hell for him, but at the same time he was beginning to remember all the little things he didn’t really care for when it came to this job. He walked up the stairs to the apartment where the Patches lived, including Diego’s sister who was staying with him while they tried to save up enough money for a home so that they could rent out the flat above the flower shoppe and all live together. Diego’s parents had been very adamant about that when he got married, Viktor distinctly remembered several of the complaints that he had to listen to Diego gripe about around the time of his wedding.

“You know where the bathroom is. Diego and I still sleep alone, Eudora insisted on sharing with Stan when she moved in with us,” Lila said as she motioned her head towards the respective things that Viktor had to ask about. He had given her the run through of what he would be looking for when she first came to the clinic and told him that she thought she was pregnant. He knew that with the chaos of a twelve-year-old it was a little bit hard to keep a flat as clean as it needed to be for a home delivery.

Viktor walked through the apartment as he surveyed the walls and the floors to make sure that there were no mouse holes or mold growing underneath the paper. Everything was up to code, which meant that it was time for him to examine the baby since Lila hadn’t shown up to her last several appointments.

She had worked with him, which was a surprise since she usually put up a fuss and insisted that she and the baby were fine. He knew that word of his almost-episode and subsequent husband-imposed house arrest had gotten around Poplar very quickly, but he didn’t know that it would affect Lila of all people. He was ushered out of the shop and apartment so that she could get back to work after being reassured three times over that she would ring him when the baby came, if she had any concerns, and that she would let one of the other nurses come with the birth pack.

---

He rode his bicycle to his last scheduled visit of the day before he got to go back to Nonnatus House for lunch and any deliveries that he might be called out to. He was hoping that the day would be rather quiet so that he could reassure Five that both he and their unborn child were fine despite the downpour. The rain had lightened up during his last two calls so that it was more of an annoying drizzle than anything that was going to get him drenched or help him catch cold.

Viktor parked his bike outside of the tall apartment building that he was prepared to go into. The couple that he was seeing was nice enough, even if the wife had a mean tongue about her and was rather reclusive. She had been very difficult to persuade at the beginning of her pregnancy, but she had come around to Viktor when he had realized that he needed to handle her with the same sharpness that she handled everyone else with. Jayme was becoming a dear friend of his, and he was hoping that the visit would be a pleasant one. 

“Mrs. Velenos?” he asked as he knocked on the door and waited to be let in. 

When the door opened, he was met with the husband instead of the wife as he had been expecting. Usually, when he came calling in the middle of a weekday, Alphonso was off at his job. He worked at the same butcher shop that Five’s mother had before she was bade to retire back to the countryside to help take care of her own parents. He was a tall man with short brown hair and warm brown eyes, but his face was marred with scars from an incident during the second world war.

He clicked his tongue and moved to the side so that Viktor could walk in. “Good morning,” he greeted pleasantly, as he always did when he was dealing with the family members of his patients. Alphonso was just a little bit softer than Jayme, but still liked to be dealt with a roughness.

“Did they not tell you what happened?” Alphonso asked once he finally shut the door behind Viktor. The house seemed to have taken a bit of a dreary look to it where chipper livelihood usually stayed in the corners. It was something that was so prominent in the front rooms and the places where the couple spent more time, which is why Viktor enjoyed coming to visit them whenever Jayme couldn’t make it to the clinics like she should have.

“No, Sister Grace just told me that you were the last on my rounds today. Did something happen?” he asked worriedly as he set down his pack on the kitchen table. He glanced around the home to try and figure out where the missus of the house was. Usually Jayme was very quickly present whenever anyone was in her home, very protective of all of her things and her space.

Alphonso turned towards the stairs that led up to the bedroom. He let out a small sigh and said, “I guess that it’s possible we could have forgotten to telephone. It was a rather traumatic experience for us, after all.”

“Mr. Velenos, what happened?” Viktor asked. He was becoming more and more worried as the information that he needed refused to come to him. It was growing into his stomach and beginning to slowly spread throughout all of his limbs. He had become familiar with that feeling during the war and then it later adapted so that it happened whenever something was happening with his patients. The other midwives and nurses called it a superpower, but Viktor always thought that it was a mix of nerves and good observational skills.

He motioned for the other man to follow him and then stepped through the house. Viktor glanced around at the items scattered on almost every surface, something that Jayme was usually railing on her husband for since she liked to keep a relatively clean house. It was odd that the home was in the state that it was in, compounded only by the fact that Jayme herself was nowhere in sight.

“The pregnancy was going fine. We missed one of the appointments that we were meant to go to but Jayme said that everything felt fine. She was glowing…” he paused, a heartbroken expression taking over his marred features. Viktor had been working as a nurse and a midwife for as long as he could, so he immediately knew that look and it sent cold shivers through his entire body. “Then one morning we woke up and she started bleeding. Didn’t stop until yesterday night.”

Viktor stopped and looked directly at the husband of his patient. “Where is she?” he asked, making sure that his voice was filled with enough urgency to convince the man he did need to see her but not so much that Alphonso might mistake it for something being critically wrong.

“Right through here, up in the bedroom,” he pointed to the end of the hallway once they were finally up the stairs.

The midwife gave him a nod of acknowledgement and then hurried down the hallway. Once he got to the door, he paused so that he could wrap on the wood and let the person inside know that he was there. “Midwife calling, would it be alright if I came in?”

Just like when he had been at the front door of the home, the door opened and one of the occupants was revealed. Jayme was still in her nightdress, though it was a different one than the item that Viktor had seen her in when he first dropped in on her to check on the pregnancy. Her eyes were dull and her hair was pulled into a messy braid that was more flyaway than braid at this point.

“You don’t have to be here,” Jayme said tiredly. She leaned heavily against the doorframe with an exhaustion that Viktor had seen in many women before and knew that he would see in many women after. “Didn’t Alphonso tell you? I lost it.”

He gave a small nod. He didn’t reach out to touch her since he knew that Fei, a blind woman that lived next door, and Alphonso were the only ones that were permitted to get away with that. “I know, he did. That’s exactly why I need to be here. Mind letting me through?”

Jayme thought about it for a moment, her eyes boring into the nurse’s until she finally gave in. She shifted to the side and allowed Viktor to walk into the bedroom. She shut the door behind her and then drifted over to the bed, where the covers were upturned next to her nightstand, like a ghost might.

“How are you feeling?” Viktor asked, setting his bag down on the edge of the bed. 

She was quiet for a bit as she lowered herself down onto the bed. The midwife sat down next to her so that he was close enough to reach out and offer her comfort should she need it but far enough away that she didn’t feel crowded. Jayme turned her head towards him as she said, “I don’t know why you’re insisting on staying here. You don’t have to, I’m not pregnant anymore.”

Viktor let out a little sigh. It was hard to lose something that you had so much hope for the future in. “I know what you’re going through, Jayme. That’s why I’m here.”

“How would you know what I’m going through?” she nearly snarled, the venom dripping from her every word.

Viktor didn’t jump back, he felt no hurt or anger. He knew what kind of pain she was in and he was the safest place that she had to release it. Her husband was going to be going through something similar though also entirely different, but she loved him and wanted to keep him so he was off limits. Viktor knew how to deal with that kind of anger because he had both felt it himself and seen it before in some of the other women he had helped in his career. 

“I’m pregnant again,” he admitted. It was the only way that he felt like he could say it. Phrasing it any other way would have made it all too real, the event that had happened what felt like a lifetime ago now. 

Jayme’s brows furrowed and she turned so that she was looking at her midwife with a serious expression. “What do you mean again? I know you, I think I would have notice if you had a bump or even a little one running around if it was from before you came here.”

He took in a deep breath. He knew that this was something she needed to hear, and now that he had admitted the pregnancy to someone other than his husband and the close friends that had been able to decipher it, he figured it would be easier to talk about. Jayme intimately knew the pain that he had gone through as well, since she was in the middle of going through it herself. “Around two years ago, my husband and I realized that we were going to have a baby. We were very excited about it. Then one day I started to get these small little stomach cramps. I ignored them. As nurses, we’re taught to put things aside so that we can help others. I pushed myself too hard when I was riding my bike back to Nonnatus house and by the time I got there, my entire uniform was soaked with blood. I had lost the pregnancy and it was on display for everyone to see.”

She listened intently to the story that he was telling. As soon as he got to the hardest part, the part where his voice faltered awkwardly because it was so hard to speak the words out loud. “I know what it feels like to lose a pregnancy because I already have. I know what it’s like, to feel like you entire future just slipped out from your hands without anyone asking you. I know what it’s like to feel as though you disappointed everyone around you without ever meaning to. But I promise that it does get better, as all grief does. Your next pregnancy is going to be the most nerve wracking experience of you and your husband’s life, though,” he chuckled weakly.

Jayme tilted her head down and let out a little sniffle. She wiped at her face with the sleeve of her nightdress and then collected herself. “It’s not something I ever expected to happen to me. I knew that it happened, I knew that other women experienced this kind of thing, I knew that it was a possibility. But for some reason, I never considered that there was a chance it could happen to me or my baby,” she held her stomach with one hand.

“No one ever does. You want to think about the future in the best way possible because pregnancy is such a hard thing. It’s not something that you think about because you’re too busy looking forward to having your baby or worried about what will happen after birth. It’s okay to be sad about it too, you know,” Viktor murmured. She had reached over and taken his hand at some point when he was talking to her, so he rubbed over the back of her thumb.

She tilted her head down every further so that her hair was a black sheet around her face. Viktor remembered doing that when he was younger, before he had decided that he was going to keep his hair short. Her shoulders began to shake as tears wracked her form and the grief overcame her for what might have been the first time since her miscarriage. She was well and truly feeling everything that she had been bottling up inside until she got the permission she needed to feel it.

Viktor sat with her, holding her hand the entire time.

---

The day felt like it had been going on forever and also no time at all once he got back out on the busy streets. Sloane had been doing an appointment a few houses down, so they were walking their bicycles down some of the busier streets where they wouldn’t be able to ride side-by-side as they talked. She kept turning to go down the streets that were closer to the piers, and Viktor knew why. He let her steer them that way so that they could catch a glimpse of some of the cargo ships while they came in and out of the docks.

The wistful look on her face when she caught the edge of the harbor was something that he hoped she wouldn’t have to live with for the rest of her life. “I just wish that he would come home. Or choose some kind of career that wouldn’t take him away from me for so long,” she sighed.

“I think that these pay better than anything he’d be able to get with his skills that would keep him in town. He’s probably saving up so that he can whisk you away to the countryside,” Viktor teased.

Sloane giggled and her face turned bright red. She was so enamored with her beau, it reminded Viktor of when he had first met his husband. Sometimes he missed the giddy feeling that came with first falling in love, but he adored what he had now. “I know that he has his reasons, he told me that himself the last time that he was here, but I do miss him so dearly. He can barely even spend any time in town with me because our schedules so rarely match up,” she pursed her lips.

“I’ll tell you what. If it’ll actually cheer you up, then I will take all of your patients the next time that he’s in town so that you can have some actual time with him. Sound good?” he asked as he turned slightly so that he could see her reaction better.

She looked at him with the kind of adoration and appreciation that only someone who had been given exactly what they wanted could have. “Would you really do something like that for me?”

“Sloane, we’ve been friends for the entire time we’ve been working as nurses in the London, of course I would do something like that for you!” Viktor laughed. They had just gotten to the edge of where the docks were visible, so Sloane parked her bike and then leaned against the railing so that she could look out over the rolling waves. It wasn’t anything like the ocean where Viktor had come from, but the Thames held a reassuring noise to it that he couldn’t find anywhere else in London.

The duo stood there in silence for a moment as they took in the cool breeze from the river and the sound of people working all around them. Viktor turned to go back to his bike so that they could make it back to the house before they were missed, when he paused. He leaned back against the railing so that he was facing inland and watched as the tall, blond stranger walked over to them.

Luther was a hulking mass of man. He was easily seven feet tall with shoulders so wide that sometimes he had to go through a door sideways just to be able to fit. He had buzzed blond hair and the sweetest smile that anyone was possible of possessing, one that hung heavy in his eyes even when he was frowning. When he noticed that Viktor was looking, he held a finger up to his mouth so that the smaller man wouldn’t say anything.

Slowly, Luther approached Sloane and then wrapped his arms around her once he had gotten close enough. He whirled her around in a circle with her squealing excitedly the entire time. When he had finished, he set her down and she was able to wiggle until she turned around and could wrap her arms around him. “I thought that you weren’t going to get back for another month at least!” she gasped.

“I managed to pull some strings by being the best sailor that a cargo ship has ever seen, so we’re back a little bit early. I also have a weeks leave,” he beamed. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

That was when Viktor had decided that he had seen enough. “I’m going to take up some of your patients today Sloane, but I did promise Five that I wouldn’t push myself too hard so despite your wonderful surprise you are going to have to come back to work in an hour or two,” he called over his shoulder.

He didn’t get a response but he knew that his friend had heard him. He hoped that there wouldn’t be too many soon-to-be mothers calling in with their labors in the next couple of days if he really was going to be filling in for Sloane. He didn’t want to face the worrying and fretting of his husband anymore than he already had to.

[tacticalvalor]

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TAGGED BY: @vendettavalor TAGGING: you!! if you read this, feel free to steal this and tag me in it <3

STATISTICAL CHARACTER PERSONALITY QUIZ || LAVERNE ALBA

Margaery Tyrell (Game of Thrones): 89%

Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy): 89%

Jules (Superbad): 88%

Donna Paulsen (Suits): 88%

Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso): 88%

Joan Holloway (Mad Men): 87%

Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby): 87%

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries): 87%

Cece Parekh (New Girl): 87%

Satine (Moulin Rouge!): 87%

I only know Jordan Baker and I know for a FACT I have dislcosed (at least in DMs) that I do take inspiration from the way he lives his lifestyle into my portrayal of Laverne so. Accurate enough!

Other than that, though, I literally know none of these characters. So here's some matches I do know:

Sloane Peterson (Ferris Bueller's Day Off): 87%

Anita (West Side Story): 86%

Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean): 85%

Rose DeWitt Bukater (Titanic): 85%

Mel Medarda (Arcane): 84%

Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic): 83%

Jasmine (Aladdin): 83%

Princess Leia (Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope): 82%

Princess Fiona (Shrek): 82%

Dr. Robert Chase (House, M.D.): 81%

Which are still pretty accurate, honestly. Laverne is a strong character who just has to find the balance between the two "lives" she lives. I've mentioned it before, especially when considering a Cyberpunk!AU for her, but to take from that previous post:

Even in her canon verse (GTA), she’s this stone-cold corporate executive who takes on the dirty work herself. She doesn’t rely on many people. If anybody ever brings it up, she brushes it off at first, like “I make sure the job is done right. Plus, it’s just part of what I do.” But really, it boils down to feeling the need to be in control to make up for consistent feelings of inadequacy in her developmental years and the loss of one of the few people to validate her.

And that bit holds true to every verse she's in.

The "cold bitch" persona is really a survival tactic for her. She's a socialite at heart, don't get me wrong, but she would go about it so much differently if she didn't have as much weight on her between being a woman in the corporate world and being a somebody in the criminal underground.

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

I had a dream last night where Sloane made Jayme and Alphonso go to see Wicked with her. Jayme was miserable but Fonzie got super into it

[kiefromgingerland]

masterlist

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

diego hargreeves (pre-s1, s1, s2, s3)

→ nothing here yet

allison hargreeves (pre-s1, s1, s2, s4)

→ nothing here yet

klaus hargreeves (pre-s1, s1, s2, s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

agedup!five hargreeves (s1, s2, s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

sparrow!ben hargreeves (pre-s3, s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

fei hargreeves (pre-s3, s3, s4au)

→ vampire!fei hargreeves x reader headcanons

jayme hargreeves (pre-s3, s3, s4au)

→ nothing here yet

sloane hargreeves (pre-s3, s3, s4au)

→ nothing here yet

lila putts (pre-s2, s2, s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

sissy (pre-s2, s2)

→ nothing here yet

LOVE/HATE (still watching)

tommy daly (s1)

→ nothing here yet

darren treacy (s1)

→ nothing here yet

rosemary moynihan (s2)

→ nothing here yet

YELLOWJACKETS

teen!shauna shipman (pre-s1, s1, s2, post-rescue)

→ nothing here yet

teen!jackie taylor (pre-s1, s1, s2au)

→ nothing here yet

teen!laura lee (pre-s1, s1, s2au)

→ nothing here yet

teen!lottie matthews (pre-s1, s1, s2, post-rescue)

→ nothing here yet

teen!vanessa palmer (pre-s1, s1, s2, post-rescue)

→ nothing here yet

teen!natalie scatorccio (pre-s1, s1, s2, post-rescue)

→ nothing here yet

teen!travis martinez (pre-s1, s1, s2, post-rescue)

→ pre-s1 sfw alphabet

adult!shauna shipman (pre-s1)

→ nothing here yet

adult!jackie taylor (pre-s1au)

→ nothing here yet

adult!laura lee (pre-s1au)

→ nothing here yet

adult!lottie matthews (pre-s1)

→ nothing here yet

adult!misty quigley (pre-s1)

→ nothing here yet

ghost!jackie taylor

→ nothing here yet

ghost!laura lee

→ nothing here yet

OUTER BANKS

jj maybank (pre-s1, s1)

→ nothing here yet

john b routledge (pre-s1, s2)

→ nothing here yet

pope heyward (pre-s1, s1)

→ nothing here yet

sarah cameron (pre-s1, s1)

→ nothing here yet

kiara carrera (pre-s1, s1)

→ nothing here yet

rafe cameron (pre-1, s1)

→ nothing here yet

topper thornton (pre-s1, s1)

→ nothing here yet

STRANGER THINGS

mike wheeler (s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

lucas sinclair (s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

jane ‘eleven’ hopper (s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

max mayfield (s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

robin buckley (pre-s3, s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

chrissy cunningham (pre-s4, s4)

→ nothing here yet

gareth emerson (pre-s4, s4)

→ nothing here yet

jonathan byers (pre-s1, s1, s2, s3, s4)

→ nothing here yet

angela (pre-s4, s4)

→ nothing here yet

HARRY POTTER

harry potter

→ nothing here yet

ron weasley

→ nothing here yet

hermione granger

→ nothing here yet

neville longbottom

→ nothing here yet

oliver wood

→ nothing here yet

seamus finnegan

→ nothing here yet

dean thomas

→ nothing here yet

draco malfoy

→ nothing here yet

blaise zabini

→ nothing here yet

theodore nott

→ nothing here yet

lorenzo berkshire

→ nothing here yet

matteo riddle

→ nothing here yet

pansy parkinson

→ nothing here yet

luna lovegood

→ nothing here yet

lucian bole

→ nothing here yet

[c0mplex-heroes]

// Okay some of my own idea headcanons for how I'd go about an ending for my AU for S4 (might contain some spoilers so I'll put it under the cut) including things for Charlie. If anyone's down for writing some of these or taking a bit of inspo for their own TUA muses go for it.

- Everyone keeps their powers and finds peace with them at last. No more apocalypses, no doomsday. This is the final timeline.

- Charlie is still a P.I but changes her business from Hargreeves Investigations to Umbrella Investigations. Diego becomes her partner, and Charlie helps him get a P.I license. Maybe possibly hire Ben and slowly get him out in the field too, still gives him that taste of "missions" again but make things more in the confides of the law.

- Luther finally fixes up the Hargreeves home and it becomes an orphanage/foster home for kids. He tries to create a big loving home for any of the kids who come through those doors. Perhaps other siblings help out from time to time. Could bring Sloane back for this or something. He deserves love and the chance to be the dad he so clearly wants to be.

- Lila and Five definitely work for the CIA, as platonic friends (all that love triangle bullshit never happens). This helps a lot of issues at home for Diego and Lila as they both still have some excitement in their lives but at the end of it can come home to their family at the end of the day. The other siblings certainly help out with babysitting from time to time as well as Lila's fam.

- Klaus I feel like finally gets fully sober and would either help out Luther or start a little cafe or something. Maybe a safe space for other recovering addicts to exist and get employment. I dunno, Klaus just deserves some peace and a chance to have genuine joy. And he totally would have psychic and tarot card reading nights. I feel like he'd finally find peace with his powers and use them to help spirits move on & help grieving families maybe. He definitely would find a way to make these nights more dramatic than they need to be, he is still Klaus at his core.

- Allison would reconcile with Ray, work her butt off and get back into acting like she clearly wants to. But she would find a much healthy work life balance. Or maybe find another line of work that would excite her. Maybe journalist? I feel like she'd be a kickass investigative journalist.

- Viktor maybe would still own a bar (that would be the biggest safe haven for queer community) but I feel like he'd move closer back to home to be nearer the family. Maybe finally finds peace with playing music again, but maybe instead of the violin maybe learns a new instrument (will the fashion style he has now I can't help but see him playing acoustic guitar and having music nights at the bar).

- As I said with Ben, I fell like either Charlie and Diego would work with him. Charlie would probably get him answering phones first, which would piss Ben off at first. But he might hold out in the hopes he can work on cases with them. I feel like he might get a kick out of playing hero but in a different more legal way. Or he might get roped into helping out Klaus or Luther. Or maybe all of them at once.

- Reggie can fuck off, leave him with Abigail to his own bs and has nothing to with any of them.

- Also Charlie is definitely the best and most protective aunt. She totally lets Claire swear and let's her watch R rated films and totally tells her about her cases. She adores Grace and the twins, they have sleepovers at hers a lot. She's often at Diego and Lila's a lot, so much she's started to pick up some Punjabi.

- Just they all get to find ways to be happy and fulfilled but still be a close knit family. Sure they would still argue all the time, but they would be there for each other no matter what.

[clarencethemouse]

Sloane Hargreeves Relationship Headcanons

sloane my beloved

first of you are not a Sparrow

use your imagination to find another way you two met, cause it ain’t that way

that’s gross

go cleanse yourselves if you think that would be okay

the majority of her family unsettles her. Let’s be real, Sloane is the only one of her type in the Sparrows. So if you get well with her, high chances are you don’t with her siblings

would totally be the one to ask to move in together. Not at the Academy, no. She’s going to your place

it doesn’t matter how small your apartment/house is in comparison to where she grew up, she’s soaking that domestic life up with you! 

Reggie the Veggie never let them have pets growing up, so the moment the move is finalized and everything is settled, you two are getting an animal

no if, and, or buts. You’re getting a furry friend

(shshsh allergies don’t exist here)

if you’re not totally willing for a pet at first Sloane will be ready to beg. And you’ve seen this woman’s doe eyes. They will make you melt

loves when you put on fashion shows when out shopping

if you two are snuggled on the couch or in bed, she will not hesitate to use her powers. Like grabbing the remote from the armchair four feet away, or keeping things out of the reach of your pesky pets

this is also such a fun game

she’ll hover things just above the heads of your animal (especially a cat) and it’ll be like catch

sometimes she has to run away to do Sparrow things. But she’s always back in time to make it up to you for having your worried during her leave ;)

is a baker. Preferred date night over anything is baking with you. Sorry, I don’t make the rules

she loves buying you jewelry. Loves

I feel like Reggie the Veggie would cut off her Sparrow Academy funding once she moved out. He’d be petty like that

so she has to get a regular person job. But this only contributes to the domesticated life she’s been dreaming of for 30 years, so she’s only happier

you two fantasize over traveling the world together. Maybe someday soon, once you have the funds, you will

(there are some evenings you lay together and think “you know, what if we just splurged tomorrow morning and got tickets to Spain. What if?”

knowing full well your current budget could only support three hours overseas

you always come back down to your senses. But it’s always a nice thought

I’m sorry Sloane is precious

love her for everything she’s worth or I will

[rcksmith]

All versions of you — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Years on The Commission made Five Hargreeves commit horrible atrocities, massacring his humanity and robbing his chances to belong to somewhere. Somewhere stable. But all the torture they put on his soul every day, was all worth when he found in that agency the one thing he knew he would love irrevocably until the end of time: You. But all that love hadn't been able to stop the separation when he returned to his family, when the breakup was inevitable and took the last spark of happiness from him. Forever. Surviving the end of the 1960s world, and finally accepting that a reality where the Sparrow Academy existed was better than messing up the timeline all over again, Five was prepared to find everything in that chaotic place, except the one thing that could bring him to his knees: You.

And like Ben Hargreeves, you didn't remember any Five.

Angst Prompts: 

8. “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”

10. “don’t touch me!”

13. “we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

17. “stop making empty promises!”

Fluff Prompts:

28. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Not.”

33. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

39. “You’re more than that.”

51. “I promised to love you forever.”

Smut Prompts:

19. “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.

27. “Can you help me with this zipper?”

75. “Tell me what you like.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mention of murder/blood, A LOT OF ANGST, fluff, smut, dirty talk

Word count:

A/N: Spoiler from season 3. I changed some details of this season too, but just to make sense of the story.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile 3 orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here !! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are  OPEN. Love you ❤️

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There was a kind of evil joke that ruled the lives of Five Hargreeves, from their birth until now, 28 years later. He didn't believe in God, fate or luck, but the cosmic irony of his life was too palpable for him to totally rule out higher beings involvement. Beings whose greatest delight seemed to be seeing pain strike Five's Egyptian blue eyes.

His soul has always been constantly tortured. The relentless search for Reginald's approval and validation, the excruciating loneliness of the apocalypse, the longing for his family - or just the voice of an acquaintance - the brutal slaughter he had to commit to The Commission every day. Every day.

Five Hargreeves had known the pain, the deprivation, the loneliness, and the weight on his shoulders for all the lives he had taken. He knew by heart the bitter, pungent taste of blood on the roof of his mouth, the feeling of self-revulsion, the Herculaneum effort he had to make every day to push his traumas, fears and despairs into the dungeon of his soul to the very depths that he could.

That was all he knew. Until you.

Until you show up on that Commission as his sidekick. Just a girl to take care of his paperwork while he was in the field. Killing.

Five shouldn't have felt a new kind of shiver run through his body when he saw you. He shouldn't have wondered if you weren't the most beautiful woman to ever step foot in that universe. He shouldn't have been fascinated by the way sunlight streamed through the window and bathed your skin.

But in that moment, insane moment, Five Hargreeves understood Icarus' fascination with the Sun.

Nothing could unsettle Five's good mood whenever you were together. Not even when he met  your hot temper, your sharp tongue, mocking gaze, your strong, almost aggressive personality. While The Handler thought you were brash and difficult, Hargreeves thought you were wonderful. Perfect. He knew very well how to mask the turmoil inside him, so well that you accused him several times of being rude, surly and mean to you. But, even so, didn't go unnoticed to anyone the way that him smiling more easely for you.

Very quickly, Five knew that, like everyone who had a weakness, you would always be his. As long life coursed through his veins.

Hargreeves knew almost every possible human sensation, but the way he felt when you kissed him for the first, was superb, overwhelming. In that instant, as his hands tangled in your hair and his mouth melted into yours, Five knew that his soul would forever be yours. Always yours. He silently ask that you belonged to him, because he belonged to you forever. Until the end of times.

"You're everything to me." Those were yours words when you two slept together for the first time. And as much as Five was embargoed with too many new emotions to be able to utter a single sentence ,he pressed his lips to yours and begged whatever deity there was - for the first time - that he could convey in that kiss everything he felt for you.

You were the point of salvation in the raging, evil sea that was Hargreeves' life.

Time passed and Five kept you like a promise, an unspoken prayer to a God he didn't even believe in. He branded your name into his soul like a red-hot iron and silently swore eternal love to you each time his long, thin fingers brushed your soft skin. He worshiped you in secret and admired your beauty out of the corner of his eye. Like a nicotine addict, Five consumed you, filled his lungs with your heavenly scent and held his breath until his brain felt the effects of the addiction. Not even Reginald could explain why you made the ocean waves of Five calm like a prayer mass. You promised eternal peace with just one look and Hargreeves wanted to confess all his sins just so he could enter your gates of paradise after death.

Would it be a crime for a murderer to want redemption so badly? Would there be a timeline where he could follow you to the last of days? A reality where he wasn't haunted by the constant feeling that the villain couldn't wish for a happy ending. Not when he's already taken away so many other people's happy endings.

Was it a crime that he didn't want to smear blood your cheek whenever he touched that spot? Because no matter how many times Five washed himself, the red liquid from his victims would always be there. Invisible, but there. Always.

And, just as he knew what a evil joke his life was, the gods showed once again that their fun was to see him suffer.

“What's this, Five?” You asked him one night, holding an open notebook full of notes.

His notebook. With his notes of the calculations that he was trying to get right to get back to his home. To his family.

You felt a hurricane of emotions that clouded your senses, a mixture of sensations that made your ground shake.

You know that Five always wanted to come home, he's told you that himself several times. It wasn't a closely guarded secret and you shouldn't be feeling so...betrayed. It was petty and selfish not to want him to leave. It was wrong to wish you were enough, to make up for the absence of an entire family. You were aware that a relationship was not enough to have a full, completely happy life. And from the bottom of your heart, you really wanted Five to be able to return to his family. Everyone deserves a family. And you couldn't, and wouldn't, take that away from him.

But… but you wanted to be more than a consequence of his plan. Just a person he'd met in the midst of his mission to go away. You wish Five would see you as a life partner. You didn't want him to give up on his family, but to take you away with him if that was the case.

But Five Hargreeves wouldn't take you along whit him. It was always in his eyes whenever his family got into the subject, you just misled yourself into thinking that the time you two spent together might change his mind. Make him want you for the rest of his life. You didn't want him to give up his true life to stay and remain with you, but you would give up to yours to follow him to hell. If he asked. If he wanted you.

But the way Five Hargreeves looked at you in that moment, made it clear to you that he would never see you the way you saw him.

And it tore you apart.

You were too smart a person to know that his silence was an answer. “How close are you to coming home?” was just the only thing that came out of your mouth.

"Very close.'' 

His voice was like desert sand, and a part of you died in that hour.

“And you didn't bother to tell me that?''

This time Five frowned. "Why should I?"

Laughter escaped yours lips as an incredulous, mocking sound, and the hurt part of you began to turn to anger.

“Do you really think it's okay to come into my life and leave whenever you want? Without even telling me what hell is going on.”

“You always knew I would come back to 2019”

“Yes but…'' but I didn't think it would be so soon. but I thought that when the day came you would want me by your side. but I wanted you to stay.

In a perfect world, Five would have told you he wouldn't take you with him because the calculations were uncertain, dangerous, fatal. Not even a genius like him could accurately hit all the math that was required, the difference was that he was aware of and accepted the consequences of his near-fatal mission. Dying or getting lost in time trying to get back to his family has always been a very high probability, one that Hargreeves couldn't, and wouldn't, involve you.

Maybe that was love. The absurd desire, almost torn apart, of wishing with all his soul to stay with you until the end of time. But to give it up without hesitation when it came to your well being. Five Hargreeves might be a murderer, a monster and an executioner, but he would never put you in the crossfire just for his selfish desire to have you forever. And he couldn't give up his family too.

The evil joke that was his life once again found a new way to make him bleed. This time, in a way he never thought possible, in such excruciating pain that there, looking into the deep hurt in the eyes that meant the reason he was still breathing, Five was sure he would never be happy again. Not completely. Not fully.

He found love where he shouldn't have found it. And those months of paradise were paid for with his soul.

Five couldn't look at you anymore, and the sound of your angry voice at him was drowned out by the pain that welled up in his chest and spread through every part of his body.

“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second?!” 

He wanted. He wished he could look at you one more time and not feel that horrible pain. But Five knew that if he did that, he would see not only the reason his heart kept beating, bu also that he was hurting the one person he swore to protect. He wasn't strong enough for it.

But, the truth was Five Hargreeves couldn't protect you from himself. From the chaos and hell that followed him wherever he went. He couldn't protect you from the death trail he left behind. But he could protect you from the mess he was. And that's what he was doing.

"Things shouldn't have gotten this far." He didn't recognize his own voice.

That was no lie. He shouldn't have loved you with every cell in his body. He shouldn't have found heaven in you when he was always destined for hell. He should have been honorable and let you go when he first realized that you would be the spin of his world. He should have loved you from afar, in secret. However, like the cretin he knew he was, Five gave in to his soul's pleas. He gave in to the overwhelming desire to kiss you. Once again. One more. And when he realized, his naked body was already wrapped around yours several times, mixing sounds of sin and ecstasy, as he drowned in your body his heart condemned to be forever yours.

"Are you telling me you're sorry for us?" The pain and anger in your voice was too much for him to handle.

As Five got up from the chair he was sitting in, your eyes burned with a fire of irritation and smoldering hurt.

How could he?

“You know that's not what I meant.''

Fucking lier.

“But it sounded just like that to me.”  You hit back, as you always did with him. “You can barely face me and the only thing I hear you say is that we shouldn't go that far. What kind of sick game is this? Do you wear me for months and then discard me as if I am a piece that is no longer useful to you?”

Emotions overflowed your body in the form of tears. Fights with Five were always exhausting, he never let you in on his deepest emotions and constantly say something that tore at your heart. Several times you've wondered why you stayed by his side when it was clear Five didn't think twice about hurting you with something cruel. Why were you mad that he didn't want you on his side in another timeline? When it was clear that not even in this timeline he felt much appreciation for you.

Because you love him with every breath.

“I didn’t call you useless to me.”

"Sure. Because I give you good sex when you need to vent.” Your voice shook with crying.

"Y/n, that's not what I meant..."

“I know what you mean, Hargreeves.” This time he looked at you, but only for seconds. "It means I'm good enough for you to fuck me over at the end of the day, but not good enough to want to be with me in other ways."

That was a slap in his face. How could you think like that?

Five Hargreeves forgot that only him was aware of the visceral magnitude of his feelings for you. He forgot that his inability to express what he felt in words was much loud, because while he burned in a blazing fire of love and passion inside, on the outside he only let on a firm frown, a crooked smile and a longer look in your direction.

Five never said he loved you. And the lack of communication was fatal.

To you, who didn't know Five's real feelings, it seemed very clear from his actions that he didn't love you.

"Isn't that what I..."

But you had reached your limit. There was a limit of rejection you could take.“We can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.” 

That had been the mother of all ironies. Because he could go back in time. But apparently not enough to show you that, all these months, you've been the reason his heart is still beating.

Five approached you, almost as a side effect, but you nipped the action in the bud. “Don't Touch Me.”

"You know I didn't mean to hurt you in any way, I promised myself that I wouldn't.”

“So stop making empty promises!” You left his house, and Five didn't stop you. 

When the sound of the front door echoed off the walls, all hope of happiness was gone along with you.

The next day, Five come back to his home, his family, and he used the consolation that you would be safe on the Commission. Protected from the ongoing chaos that he was.

And it hurt like he'd lost the best of him.

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Luther had the romantic heart and common sense of a banana. He took risks and changed his world in the name of love, happiness, passion. Every cell in his body pulsed with romanticism and the joy he felt in being in love clouded his rationality.

There was hardly a shred of discernment in that gigantic body when love was involved in the equation. And maybe that's why he'd been oblivious to the subtle signs that timeline was giving him when he'd been kidnapped by Sparrow Academy, and Sloane had introduced him to her best friend. All Luther could see was Sloane next to a girl who seemed to do her a lot of good, a good friend. And anyone who made that beautiful smile appear on the face of the woman he was in love with was already his best friend too.

Luther didn't realize the air sounded different. That the world seemed to hold its breath, as if it had just watched a plot unfold. He didn't feel any of it, because Luther wasn't sensitive to the little hints life gave him.

“This is Y/n.” Sloane smiled once more as you sat next to her at the gigantic breakfast table.

If Number One had been more attentive to the details around you, he would have noticed that something deep in your eyes looked familiar. But he wasn't the most attentive of the world.

The conversation took place calmly, as normal as circumstances allowed. Luther knew that to the people of that reality, the Sparrow Academy were a good, friendly, heroic bunch. Maybe his crush on one of the members was compromising his judgment, but Luther started to think that maybe his siblings only hated them for meeting under those circumstances. Perhaps, in another reality, they would all have gotten along and found something in common. Just like you were doing, sitting there while talking to everyone.

Apparently, you were a person dear to that family. Ben seemed to smile a lot more at you and Fei seemed less scary around you.

“So how did you two meet?” 'Luther asked you, as he stuffed a whole piece of toast into his mouth.

“She's Sloane's childhood friend.'' Fei said, saving you from answering by having your mouth full.

You smiled at Luther and nodded.

“Our childhood friend.” Ben corrected, and the whole family rolled their eyes.

“He's not always this grumpy.'' You told Luther as you gulped down your food, the kind, bright smile not leaving your aura.

“Only 99% of the time’’ Sloane joked and you both laughed.

The end of that interaction was given when Ben stood up and asked for everyone but Sloane to be in the living room. Leaving the two lovers alone, Ben asked you to accompany Luther back to his family when he left. Just to make sure he wasn't up to something or lying.

You would accompany the guy, but only to make sure that Fei's crows didn't do anything bad or that Alphonso didn't pick on him, but you wouldn't come back with information about the Hargreeves.

The dynamics of Sparrow's with you has always been very present in everyday life, for many years. And as much as Ben was extremely manipulative and the other siblings had their equally thorny flaws, over time you came to learn how to deal with each one, what each one was capable of doing.

"Whatever." Ben rolled his eyes, and was already turning to leave when he turned a few inches back in your direction ''But be careful." and he left.

When night had fallen and Luther was allowed to leave, you said you would accompany him to his destination. You didn't make up lies or half-truths, you said what Ben had asked you to do and your reasons for doing so. You weren't interested in the war between the two families, only your friend's happiness. And if being with Luther made her happy, you wouldn't be the one to get in the way.

The journey was smooth. Hargreeves asked almost everything he could about Sloane. And you helped by telling him the things she liked, what she didn't, her favorite foods and ways to win her heart. You always thought love suited Sloane, and you would do what you could to help a man who seemed genuinely interested in making her the happiest woman alive. She deserved it.

Luther entered the huge hotel first, carrying the gift bag Ben had given him. You should have stopped there and walked away, you had already completed what you came to do, you had already arrived at your destination. But something, an energy that raised the hairs on the back of your neck, urged you to enter that hotel with Luther, just one more step...

The air suddenly changed as you followed Luther toward a huddle of voices, and the closer you got, the more your heart raced, like a ticking time bomb. The hotel's mood turned red and rosy, as if the lights of the world were dimming, and there was something lyrical about the way the air swirled around you.

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Five Hargreeves was tired. Tired of apocalypses, exhausted from having to save world after world, win fight after fight. It was as if he was constantly putting off the inevitable, pushing himself to the limit, using energy he didn't even have anymore.

He really needed that retirement that only lasted a few minutes. Five wanted to see the world, visit new places, but not for him…

“One day we could take a vacation.” You said one day, lying inside Five's arms, both bodies naked.

He frowned at your comment, and you didn't even have to look at him to know that was the expression he was making.

“I always wanted to see the world.” You explained. “But… I don't know, it's one of those things in life that we keep putting off, blaming work, tiredness… loneliness.”

"Where would you like to go?"

"All the places." You laughed. “To know even the stupidest things, like… how to know the biggest ball of twine in the world”

And this time he laughed too.

Five wanted to see the world, visit new places, but not for him, for you.

Maybe that's why Five was so angry with Klaus when he learned that they hadn't traveled for a vacation. Maybe that's why he nearly killed them both in a car accident to see that twine. Because…maybe if he did the things you wanted to do, he would feel closer to you once again. Maybe.

If he could just imagine your snarky comments, your boisterous presence, he could feel alive once more.

But he had stopped in front of that stupid ball of twine. Giant and perfectly round. He waited for some revelation, some sensation…but nothing came. And that was another evil joke in his life, tearing apart another piece of his soul shards. Nothing could replace you. Hargreeves returned to the hotel feeling worse than when he left, with a new end of the world knocking at the door, with more family dramas to resolve.

However, this time, something was very different.

He sought within himself that survival instinct, that will to fight, to stop another apocalypse, to see another tomorrow. Only to find nothing. Only for the answer come at him like a big void.

And he thought 'why?'. Every time they tried to save the world, something worse happened. And now that he'd had a taste of what a calm, normal life would be like, without you, Five found no motivation to keep fighting.

He was still alive, but he had left his heart two timelines ago.

“I'm back.” Luther's voice trumped Alison's talking to Viktor, and Five remembered thinking when  Luther had left.

But that didn't matter. And he began to wonder which things still mattered.

His hearing picked up Luther's conversations with the other siblings, but his brain wasn't processing anything. With his back to Number One, Five had his direction towards Klaus, more specifically to the whiskey glass in his hands.

He really should get fucking drunk...

“Sorry about the Sparrows, they really go overboard sometimes.''

That's when the Earth's rotation stopped. The world stunned in slow motion as every hair on Five's body stood on end. The completely stunned silence in his mind lasted only seconds, interrupted when his soul screamed so loudly that Five was stunned. The chords of the music of fate grew more agitated by the minute, like a premonition of the climax.

Five Hargreeves knew that voice better than he knew himself.

His body abruptly swung toward Luther, startling the other brothers beside him, drawing all attention his way. Klaus frowned as Diego followed the same action.

That's when his eyes focused on you. The symphony of fate reached its climax and was like an atomic explosion.

And, after a fucking long time, his heart beat frantically, alive.

His jaw dropped open, his eyes widened in an explosion of emotions and sensations. The glass Five was holding tumbled to the floor, shattering on a splash of glass and splattering the expensive alcohol all over the floor. There was some exclamation from someone, but Five didn't hear. He wouldn't have heard anything but you.

Holy damn shit.

His pulse raced wildly through his veins, heightening all his senses and turning life back on in his body that had been operating in automatic mode for far too long. It was like finally being able to breathe. Like hot coffee after ages of braving the excruciating cold. Suddenly, the world had color again, life flowed through his body and his soul thanked on its knees to gods that did not exist for seeing you once again.

If this was a hallucination, another evil joke, Five didn't know how he was going to recover from it. Perhaps he would never recover. His body moved, his powers being completely forgotten as he advanced towards you. Step by step. Everyone looked at Five in bewilderment, but he could only see that you were as beautiful as the day he lost you.

So are this how the devotees felt when they arrived at the gates of heaven? So this are like to come back to life?

Five stopped in front of you, his hands shaking and his heart pounding in his chest, as if it desperately wanted to get out of his chest to find yours. To touch you. He didn't notice your confused look, didn't notice that his own eyes were watering. Five Hargreeves just felt you.Totally.

“Y/n?” His voice was a thread of sound. Trembled, broken, conveying so much pain and despair. There was so much emotion in a single name that Klaus felt himself holding his breath and squeezing Diego's arm.

Five's feelings, always so well hidden and buried in the graveyard of his being, now consumed the entire hotel. Filling every floor, hallway and room with an intensity no one knew he carried. This wasn't Number Five meeting an old friend. This was a man finding the reason his life made sense again.

"Do you know my name?" Your voice swamped Five with more emotions, taking their structures brick by brick.

In other circumstances, he might be sad that you don't remember him. Perhaps, the fact that the moments you two spent together only exist in Five's mind forever now, will be cut him deeply. But none of that was important. None of that mattered.

You were there. Live. Standing in front of him as wonderfully breathtaking as the first time he saw you.

Hargreeves gave a broken, shaky smile, stretching his fingers toward your cheek, completely losing his breath as him brushed against your skin once more. It was like coming home.

“I know everything about you." He whispered, his thumb running down your cheek as the tears in his eyes welled up.

You didn't move, you didn't reject him, you didn't yell at him. Not like you used to. You just looked at him with a look that made his world spin again, a look with amnesia but that let him see your soul. And was the same one he fell in love with.

Holy shit.

"Okay, I'm not understanding anything that's going on here." Luther gestured with his index finger at the two, with the others nodding. “Do you know him, Y/n?”

Your eyes didn't leave Five's, absorbing all the emotions that blue sea revealed to you. You thought you had seen the love, the devotion, the passion. You thought the way Sloane looked at Luther was a look of love.

You have never been so wrongly deceived.

That was a look of love. That which was eternal devotion.

Five Hargreeves didn't look at you like you were a pretty girl, not like his were in love. He looked at you like you were the only thing that kept him alive. And that tore you apart. Because whoever that handsome man was thinking he found, it wasn't you. You didn't remember him, and you sure as hell wouldn't forget a face like his.

"I think you got confused." You said it in a whisper, as if speaking softly would change the truth, would make him keep touching you in that…careful way.

Your head instinctively leaned into his hand, as if already knew the way.

Five smiled again, his whole body burning in the heat of a thousand suns. "I would never get confused." The certainty in his voice took your breath away. "Not with you."

You could hear the rumble of his heart, and you could see that yours was beating the same tune, the same waltz. None of this situation made any sense, and you knew you had a million questions to ask later. Later. Not now, not when he was looking at you and touching you like this.

Reality could wait.

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Five Hargreeves wouldn't let you leave his side after that day. It doesn't matter if you had things to do, places to go. That apocalypse was tearing people apart and he couldn't even think straight about the possibility that you were one of them.

It was unacceptable.

You had the answers to your questions, and Five gave you all of his time, explaining any questions, giving you his full attention. Treating you like you're the reason that he still standing.

The end of the world was knocking at the door and, looking at you once more, Five was sure that he wouldn't spend the precious time he still had chasing solutions or doing elaborate equations. He wouldn't waste his last days focusing on saving the world, on escaping to another reality. Not again.

He learned his lesson the first time. He understood that the priority should never have been going back to 2019, or keeping you away. His priority should always have been to stay by your side until the end of time. And that's what he was going to do.

"So I'm a version of your true love?" You said, sitting on the edge of a bed in one of the hotel rooms.

“You’re more than that.” he assured you with a firmness that took your breath away, looking at you with all the honesty in the world.

The smile you gave made Five smile too.

“Shouldn't you be trying to stop the apocalypse? Your sister seems to really want to change reality.”

Hargreeves shook his head. “I won't leave you. Never. Not again.”

Your heart was pounding, your hands were shaking, and there was something about Five that made you feel like he was something you'd found after many years of searching, even if you hadn't realized it. You didn't feel the urge to say you weren't the same person he fell in love with, to argue about it. Not. The end of time was coming and you just…wanted to spend the rest of them in his arms.

Someone's arms that your heart cried out never to leave.

And just like in past reality - even if you didn't know it - you would follow Five Hargreeves to hell if he asked you to.

And, this time, he asked.

"You can kiss me?" Your voice came out as a whisper, and you thought you saw him catch his breath.

Five didn't wait for a new invitation. He didn't wait for any more signs. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, his body leaned into yours and his mouth finally, finally, captured yours.

It was like living a miracle.

Hargreeves kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. He kissed you like sky was going to collapse tomorrow and hell was finally coming for him. His tongue curled around yours in a sensual, needy waltz as their hearts beat in time and their souls touched once more.

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” His voice sighed against your swollen lips, still sensitive from the kisses.

Your hands came up to Five's shoulders and tangled in the dark hair at the back of his neck, sinking your mouth once more to his, as if it was impossible to stay away now that you tasted him. The environment took on a more reddish air, smelling of passion and need, the air had a tone of paradise and all of this was felt by both of you. The mouths now danced with more precision, the hands roamed the bodies and the troubled feelings clouded the reality outside that room.

But if Luther and Sloane were getting married, why couldn't you and Five get lost in the same seething madness?

It was the end of the world. And you would spend together.

His body pressed against you, and the heat of his ample chest on youe sensitive breasts made a heavy sigh escape your lips.

"You don't know how much I missed your sounds." His voice was muffled by the kisses that trailed down your neck, marking your sensitive skin with red prints and burning desires.

You didn't notice when you pushed his suit off his long arms, or when you helped him with his tie. When you found yourself, that maddening body was on top of you, glued to you, running his hands down your thighs as he drowned his mouth on your lips. The body-to-body contact was too much, too much for the arousal that was rising to alarming levels, too much for the sensuality the climate adopted. His fingers gripped you with possession, and you knew you'd find a print of his fingerprints as he gripped your thighs more tightly.

The hem of your blue dress had already bunched up around your waist, and you shifted your hips toward his pelvis, earning a loud groan in return and a hard bite to your bottom lip. His shirt was the third piece of clothing to get out of the way, and the sight of Five unbuttoning the white fabric was a show that made your pussy ache with desire.

You needed him. Just like he needed you.

“Can you help me with this zipper?”

Five flashed a sly smile that accentuated his dangerous features, giving you one last hard kiss as he knelt between your legs. His long hands flipped you onto your stomach in just one motion, pulling your hips up and pressing the cock covered in your soaked panties, drawing a loud groan from you as he pulled the zipper down your back. The piece of black fabric and the bra dropped to the floor along with the other pieces, and Five turned you onto your back once more as he returned with the deep kisses.

There was an endless list of positions he wanted to fuck you in, but right here, in this moment, Hargreeves just wanted full skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest, mouth-to-mouth contact as he entered you. Five needed to make sure, once again, that you weren't just a figment of his imagination. And physically feeling you, completely, was the only thing that partially soothed him.

He lowered his pants and underwear just enough for his cock to pop out. Thick, bloated and needy. Your  panties were pushed to the side, and Five couldn't wait another single second to fully enter you.

“Fucking hell” It was his groan against your mouth, as your drenched walls sobbed around him.

"You are too big." You whimpered in a whiny voice, your hips working to swallow him and trying to pull away at the same time.

“But you take so well.” His voice was broken, and Five bit your shoulder as he reached your end, slamming into the mouth of your cervix and drawing a loud groan from you.

Your head fell back, your nails dug into his back and your legs spread even wider in a pathetic attempt to swallow him without squeezing too hard.

“Tell me what you like.” It was a mixture of request and order, a sentence lost in half sentences.

"I like. I like it, I like it.” You repeated frantically, afraid he would stop.

“Thank God” was the only whisper you heard before he pulled most of his cock out and slammed into you harder. Again. And again. "Your pussy won't let go of me." he moaned against your skin. “God, you're still fucking perfect.”

You wish you had said something too, something that showed you were loving it as much as he did, something that expressed that he was perfect too, something that said you wanted him to be yours forever. But you couldn't, because Five picked up the pace and he beat relentlessly at that point that made you scream out loud. His long arms encircled your waist while your around his neck. There wasn't a single piece of skin that wasn't touching, and the only distance between the two of you was his cock moving in and out of your weeping pussy.

His name took the form of loud screams and moans, with the sound of bodies colliding and spreading across the hotel.

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.” 

If you weren't already on edge, that dirty phrase would have done the job. You came in a burst of color, and your sensitivity was assailed by the hot, thick jets of cum that Hargreeves filled your pussy shortly thereafter. His cum continued for a few more seconds, and you felt your womb starting to fill with all the white load.

“Holy shit.” Five bit your neck, tightening his arms around you and pushing his cock even deeper, trying to force his way through whatever barrier was holding him back.

His new moan came breathy and hoarse, and you whimpered that he was still trying to push himself as deep inside you as possible, as if he wanted to mark any part of you as his. He seemed to want to make sure his cum had entered your womb, because his movements continued to try to push the white load even deeper. You brought him into a broken kiss, panting and slow, following his movements with your hips and holding back from giving him everything he wanted.

The breaths of two of you were starting to calm down, but your firm grip on Five's body made it clear that you didn't want him to leave you. And he wouldn't, even if the world ended now.

‘'How did I think I could live without you?'’ His confession made you laugh, your hands caressing the back of his neck as you sought his lips for another kiss.

“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” you said.

His eyes met yours, and the topic was no longer about sex or desire or need.

It was about staying. Together.

“Not.” This time, Five wouldn't abandon you. He would do it differently this time.

And he was thinking about that when he running his hand over your sweaty face, looked at you deeply as he said. “I promised to love you forever.” he never told you he loved you in the past, and this time he wouldn't make the same mistakes.

Five Hargreeves would stand by you until the end of time. Because forever is his whenever he is whit you.

[ladymarlin]

Random headcannons for the Umbrellas + Sparrows

(Gonna update as I come up with more)

Luther and Sloane have somewhat similar music taste. Now they just associate certain songs with each other

Diego refers to his turtlenecks as "tactilenecks" (and corrects others on this)

Diego got his scar from Luther when they were younger in some sort of competition between them

It took Allison a while to figure out how to actually rumor people, her power being listed off as "reality manipulation"

Klaus would do tasks poorly on purpose so someone else (usually five) would get so irritated with him they do it for him

Lila threw Sloane a really fun Bachlorette party. Allison was also there, but she wasn't really involved

Lila has a very small crush on Sloane

The sparrows have a variety of butters and such bc of food allergies. The only ones who don't have food allergies are Marcus and Christopher

The Sparrows go all out for Halloween

None of the Sparrows are bad singers. They at some point got singing lessons for their album

Marcus genuinely cares about his siblings

Marcus often hides when he's upset bc he's "the strong one"

Marcus worries a lot

Sparrow Ben put his own portrait over the mantle and none of the Sparrows cared enough to argue with him about it

Sparrow Ben put blue streaks in his hair trying to be "rebellious" but no one noticed

Sparrow Ben is lactose intolerant and has a nut allergy

Fei tells her birds everything

Fei is scared of cats

Fei discovered her love of fashion through sunglasses

Fei's something similar to the oldest daughter

Fei's allergic to eggs

Alphonso and Jayme are twins, they're French & Italian

Alphonso was close with Pogo

Alphonso listens to Elton John

Alphonso used to get a bunch of surgeries up until he was 25 and they started giving Reginald pills

Alphonso has food allergies he just ignores them

Alphonso's allergic to a bunch of different fruits and vegetables

Sloane's treated as the youngest, but not the spoiled brat youngest, the really nice kind

Sloane is lactose intolerant

Jayme used to be really close with Grace when she was younger until ben made fun of her for it bc she's a robot

Jayme's like, a reptile lady or something

Jayme has a sweet tooth

Jayme and Alphonso would both be the middle children

Jayme doesn't do very good in cooler temperatures

Jayme has a seseme allergy

Christopher has the best party music

[x-eliph]

young sparrow headcanons :)

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sloane would get yelled at because she’d get distracted easily on missions

jayme and alphonso got in trouble the most from goofing off

sloane would beg to braid jayme’s hair

ben had a diary 💀

marcus always flirted with the girl fans when he was a teenager

fei always read the teen titans comics for raven

alphonso had a hippie phase, don’t ask why, it just feels right

ben used his tentacles to open doors, grab stuff, just overall be lazy

christopher was a mamas boy

ben loved watching reality tv shows like the kardashians, just never wanted to admit it

jayme loved tony hawks pro skater

sloane loved the sims

alphonso had secret snack drawers in his bedroom

ben would mock marcus/fei when they’d speak

when marcus would read, he’d be lifting those little hand weights

sloane had a tamagotchi she would carry everywhere at anytime

jayme had a lisa frank phase that she regrets deeply but ben brings it up to annoy her

fei would beat everybody at guitar hero

when ben wouldn’t win a game, he’d storm to his room and not leave it for the rest of the day

they all trained fei’s crows to say stuff

they all fought over the remote

fei used her crows to attack ben if he was rude

marcus had posters of different things all across his walls

ben drew portraits of pogo and grace and would give it to them

christopher’s room was absolutely high tech

the idea of adding a gym onto the academy came from marcus

during board games, ben would flip the board over

fei used her crows to explore the city for her

christopher would imitate a fire alarm to scare everyone

alphonso tried to learn how to do a cart wheel but failed

jayme somehow learned how to breakdance

sloane forced ben and marcus to let her do their make up/ dress them up