#sparrow!ben hargreeves fic

[jaesincorrectquotes]

𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙫𝙪?

|| GIF by: @viktorhargreeves

|| Parings: Ben Hargreeves x Reader

|| Version: Sparrow

|| Setting: Set during the time they fight the guardian

|| Series, Oneshot, Blurb, Incorrect

|| Author's Note: I just rewatched THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY. And I am falling for Ben Hargreeves once more.

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|| Next Post: lee junho x attorney!reader

|| Story below the cut

|| Warnings: None

|| Type: Idk if it could be counted as angst, mostly fluffy

|| Story below the cut

"Do you get deja vu?" You look to your side to see Ben. "What?" He rolls his eyes as he repeats "Do you get deja vu when I'm with you?" You just look at him and ask "Why are you asking that?" He looked away "Tsk. Never mind." You rolled your eyes at him "Babe. Honestly." He just sighed saying "Fine. Its just that, in your timeline you were also with your Ben. And in this timeline your with me. And as far as some people say, we look alike. And-" You cut him off and said "No. I dont get deja vu. You may look like him, sound like him, smile like him. But you are different from him. Sure your arrogant, annoying, and a major dickhead but thats what I love about you." He just smiled and said "Thats good. I'm better than him anyways."

|| Author's Note: Thats was so effing short. But I hope you guys enjoyed this. Please do not reblog without my permission. If any of you readers notice a fic that is written like this please tell me. Please follow and like. And give your honest criticism in the comments or dm me. Thank you very much! - Jae

[frost-queen]

Hell-bound Squid (Reader x Ben Hargreeves)

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The Sparrow academy was out. Freshly returning from a mission. Some of them still had blood splatters on their uniform. – “Urgh now I have to wash my uniform again.” – Alphonso said looking at his own shirt. Jayme rolled her eyes at him. Sloane walked up to him. – “No worries Alphonso mom will wash the blood out like she always does.” – she reassured him, holding a hand against his cheek. Alphonso chucked sweetly.

Fei clicked her tongue, looking away bothered. Christopher soaring around her. Annoyed she shooed him away from around her. Chistopher soared to Marcus who patted him gently on the block. – “Let’s report back to father.” – he said getting everyone’s attention. Everyone hummed as they started to go after Marcus. Ben’s eye fell on someone familiar as he was hesitant.

“Actually…” – he started making his siblings pause brief. – “I’ll meet you all at the academy.” – he said holding a finger up, without looking at his siblings. – “Be home save.” – Sloane shouted whilst Ben already walked off. Jayme rolled her eyes clearly at her. – “What? Can’t I say to be save?” – Sloane replied making Jayme groan loud. – “It’s the girl.” – Fei spoke making everyone look at her. Fei pointed with her finger forwards.

All their eyes following as across from the street, they saw Ben cross over to go over to a group of people. Amongst them you. – “Aww.” – Alphonso said with a hand on his heart. – “Yuk.” – Jayme called out spitting at the ground. The ground startled sizzling with acid. Marcus nudged Alphonso to keep up as they were heading back for the academy. Ben approached the group of people as you didn’t notice him at first.

“Ben!” – you called out happily. Ben gave you a sour smile in return. – “Yo wait isn’t he from the bird academy?” – a boy called out. – “Sparrow.” – Ben clarified with a glare. You moved around your friends going over to him. – “Ben… are you okay?” – you questioned seeing some specks of blood on his neck. Ben touched his neck, looking down at his glove, barely seeing anything on it. – “I am!” – he answered, grabbing you firm by your wrist. Pulling you away from your friends. – “What is the meaning of this?” – he asked.

You furrowed your brows, looking behind you. – “These are my friends.” – you told him as Ben started to laugh loud. Almost mockingly as he wouldn’t believe these were your friends. – “You’ve got no friends Y/n. Just me.” – he reminded you with a smirk. Bothered you pulled your hand away. – “Stop being mean!” – you told him. – “Oh I’m being mean?” – Ben shouted back. – “Yes.” – you made clear. – “I’ll show you being mean!” – he pushed you aside, glaring at your friends. – “You better run.” – he told them, tilting his head a bit. From out of his chest emerged his tentacles.

Your friends started screaming, taking a run for it. Ben shifted his posture a bit as he moved a tentacles at the boy insulting his academy. He laughed manically when the tentacles had wrapped around him. Up in the air, he was dangling to his pleasure. – “Ben stop!” – you called out, having enough. Seeming that he wouldn’t listen, you ran up to him. Grabbing him by his arm, to shake him out of this nightmare. Three of your friends dangling in the air as Ben laughed loudly.

Amusing yourself with them. – “Ben that’s enough!” – you made clear. Ben groaned loud, pushing you aside. You got flung against the wall. Groaning in pain. Ben dropped your friends as they started running for their lives. – “Freak!” – one of them called out. Ben was smiling, turning himself to you. He picked you up from the ground, holding you up against the wall by your shoulder. – “Like I said no friends.” – he said. – “Asshole!” – you cursed back at him. Ben’s gaze hardened as he tensed his jaw. He then let go of you, taking off.

Stunned and baffled you didn’t know what overcame him. Never had he acted out so bad towards you. Never has he taunt you so much to make your life miserable. You just knew they wouldn’t want to be your friends anymore. Probably telling around so that everyone would keep their distance from you. And so it was. Wherever you walked in the street, you heard the whispers. That you were associated with the Hargreeves freaks.

To many, a bunch of freaks manufactured in a lab filled with poisonous toxins. Afraid their toxins would rub off on them and make them sick. Preferring to stay as far as possible from them. Everyone looked at you, like you were a disease all because of Ben. All because Ben decided to toy with some of your friends. If he hadn’t scared them, your life wouldn’t be miserable now. People left the shops whenever you entered or they casted you out.

You sat on a bench in the park, throwing the last of your bread at the doves. – “Aww sad and alone Y/n.” – you heard from behind you. Without even looking up, you knew who it was. Ben Hargreeves. He came jumping over the bench to sit with you. – “What do you want?” – you asked him bitsy. – “Oh someone is snappy.” – he teased poking you in the cheek. It made you slap his hand away. – “Because of you I am practically cast out of society!” – you told him, wanting him to know the consequences of his actions.

“Boohoo.” – Ben said bored, leaning back against the bench. His reaction made you almost lose your mind. – “I thought we were friends!” – you nearly screamed at him. Ben looked at you, quirking an eyebrow up before bursting out in laughter. Annoyed you got up, not wanting to be near him. Ben got up with a tensed expression.

You gasped when a tentacle wrapped around you. Lifting you up from the ground as it made you twirl up till you were in front of Ben. Feeling the slimy tentacle swivel around you. Ben moved you closer, coming nose to nose. Your expression angry. – “Feeling real tough now?” – you mocked at the power he had over you. Ben moved you even closer that he was nearly breathing you. His gaze flashed down to your lips, taking them in for a second before flashing his gaze back up.

“Very.” – he responded moving the tentacle back. Gasping loud, you felt yourself being pulled back with force. Tentacle releasing from around you as it tossed you away. With a scream you fell into the pond, disturbing the ducks as they flew for safety. Ben started laughing loud, taking his phone out to take pictures. You couldn’t laugh at all. Resurfacing, spewing some water out.

Ben waved you mockingly goodbye. You swam to the edge, crawling out drenched. Laying in the grass out of breath. Taking out your phone, you went to Ben’s number. Blocking it immediately as frankly you had enough of his hell-bound attitude. Whatever he was dealing with, he needn’t act it out on you. His ‘perhaps’ only friend. Yet he had just lost that privilege as you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. The more he staid away, the better.

No more tormenting you with words or toying with you like a puppet. You were neither of those things. Soaking wet, your cloths weighed down as you made your way out of the park to your house. Hoping you’d avoid Ben more than enough. Luckily it seemed to work as for over a week now you hadn’t heard anything from him. Till one night he came knocking on your door.

There was loud pounding on the door. It startled you, making you jump out of your skin. Slowly getting up from the sofa, you wondered who it would be at this Godly hour. Seeing the clock, you saw it was rounding up to twelve. Moving into the hallway, there were more pounding. Making you gasp loud, muscles pulling together from fright. Then there was silence. Waiting in the hallway, you hoped they would disappear. Clash!

The door broke down as it made you scream loud. – “You’ve been ignoring your phone Y/n.” – Ben said stepping over your door on the floor. Eyes widening, you started running towards the stairs. Ben released his tentacles as they reached out. One strapped around your ankle. Pulling with a hard snap at you. Falling flat on the ground forwards. – “Ben let go!” – you screamed as he started to pull you closer to him. – “I’m not done playing with you.” – he said angrily. Your hands grabbed a cabinet as you held onto it. – “Why are you ignoring me Y/n?” – he asked making his tentacles pull harder at you.

Wanting you to let go of the cabinet. – “Payback asshole!” – you shouted trying to kick at his tentacle. Ben called it out, whipping another tentacle at your hands. Screaming, you let go being hit on the hands. The tentacle dragged you over the floor to him. Ben set his foot down on your body. – “You shouldn’t have ignored me.” – he made clear, leaning down to pick you up from the ground.

Breathing frightened, you were at eye-level of him. – “Ben…” – you begged not sure what he would do. Ben stared with a hardened expression at you. Lured in by his gaze, you started to see another meaning behind them. Loneliness? Did he perhaps felt alone?  Was it a reason for him to lash out. Did he feel like he was losing your friendship? Or was he simply feeling all alone in this world? Ben’s gaze was with pity for a moment before his expression hardened once more.

“Ben…” – you whispered out feeling his tentacle slither up your leg to your stomach. Curling around you to keep you in place. – “What are you becoming?” – you asked with worry. – “Nothing!” – Ben shouted back as you felt the tentacle tighten around you. It made you yelp soft at the sudden tension. – “I don’t like this side of you.” – you told him clear off. – “Too bad Y/n!” – Ben answered. His tentacle slithering higher up. You felt it slither around your chest and over your shoulders.

Ben’s gaze still on you as they slowly drifted to your lips. You felt yourself get pushed closer to him. Inches away from him. Your eyes widened feeling the tentacle slither more up towards your neck. The muscles tightening around your throat. Ben didn’t seem to notice, his gaze fixated on your eyes. Your eyes widened a bit, yelping out a soft sound. The strength of his tentacles, slowly suffocating you. – “Ben…” – you shrieked out, choking. Your airpipe getting shut as you were breathless. Ben’s gaze went rapidly over your expression. Trying to scan and interpret it.

It took him a few seconds to understand. Shocked he jumped back. His tentacles releasing on you as you dropped to the ground. Having no idea his tentacles were doing this to you. Sure he was a bit angry at you for ignoring him, but he didn’t want to kill you. – “Y/n!” – he shouted in fear, retracting his tentacles. He sunk to his knees, pulling you onto his lap. – “Y/n breath! Come on Y/n. Don’t die on me now!” – he called out, pressing his hand against your cheek. Not sure what to do, he leaned down, pressing his lips onto yours.

Spreading your lips with his, he blew air into your lungs. Just one blow was enough for you to get a freakish feeling. Jumping up and pushing Ben away from you. Ben blinked stunned at you whilst you coughed loud. – “The hell Ben!” – you yelled at him, wanting to punch him. Ben caught you by surprise, wrapping his arms around you. – “Good you are still here.” – he whispered to you. – “Thought I was leaving you?” – you asked, giving him a punch against his back. You felt his head rub out a yes against your shoulder.

It made you wrap your arms tighter around him. – “I’m not going anywhere silly squid.” – you told him. – “You just didn’t need to make my life hell because of your fears.” – you accused him with a glare. – “Sorry.” – he let out ashamed. You gave him a playful shove against his head for being so annoying. – “Do you need some more CPR Y/n?” – he asked. – “What? No?” – you responded confused. Before you knew it, Ben had pushed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks. You happily kissed him back. Knowing it was all a charade to hide his true fears. Fear of ending up alone.

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[freetobeafcknriot]

the more I think about it the more I don't get how the hargreeves siblings were the problem like sure, s2 and s3 were on them but it was cause-effect to the very first apocalypse in 2019 and literally none of that would have happened if reginald had been just a tiny bit less of a shitty father to begin with. i get that the 43 children were anomalies but how was it on them for just existing ?

[raving-raven-writing]

I was scrolling through old/half finished fanfics I had for TUA and came across something that was set post season 3. I was reading it and was enjoying the brotherly bond between the two of them, and then kind of laughed, "Yeah, well, Steve Blackman ruined that perfectly good relationship." When I get more time off work, I will probably go about finishing that one, along with my Ben and Luther one as they are both one shots. I saw someone mention on here about how with platonic/brotherly bonds, Blackman kind of estranges them from one another. For example, season 4 of Klaus and Ben vs season 3 Klaus and Ben. Klaus was actually trying to include Ben and trying to get him to let his walls down. Season 4 and there was next to zero interaction...and I was like, "What? I guess that was just the copious amount of alcohol they were consuming or what?"

Still super disappointed with the season finale. In my eyes, there were only three seasons. It had the perfect, open-ended, ambiguous ending of them finding they are now powerless and they all go their separate ways. Perfect way to end things imo. But honestly, in the past few days, I have read some really good fanfiction of S4 Rewrites/Fix-It. So good that they probably should have been on the actual writing team for S4.

[finnsfunworld]

yall i cant actually be bothered so im asking here: sparrows should be capitalized yea? not when im refering to them as the Sparrow Academy, but just the sparrows

[famoussharkhairdoknight]

P links p.1

TUA: MARCUS HARGREEVES

after a long day he needs to relieve his stress

sex in his bedroom

after a fight

sex in his car

a blowjob after you answered him wrong

CAOS: AMBROSE SPELLAMAN

Halloween costume

he fucks you like a slut

he's trying not to get caught by his cousin

Blowjob

Angry sex

[sonder-writes]

the last chapter!! finally!! and my version of wrapping up the entire show

fic summary: The Umbrella Academy are in a new timeline now and they have to navigate not having their powers (and losing other things too), newfound lost love interests, dopplegängers, and Reginald's stash of marigold.

[space-ghost-with-the-most]

I think it would be insanely funny if Umbrella!Ben and Sparrow!Ben interacted, like the potential of them interacting would have me in the stratosphere. I can literally see Brellie!Ben being his usual ghost bitch self and roasting his doppelganger in the first episode of season three and Klaus laughs at his words only for Sparrow!Ben to be like: “What’s so funny sundance?!” And Klaus doesn’t know how to say ‘the dead version of you- which i can see- thinks you look emo and is cursing you out’ without coming off insane and rude, so of course he says it in the most Klaus way possible, gets decked and Ben gets summoned and its a Horror Brawl, cue the music! (I’m going to keep 100%, Umbrella!Ben would win that fight, and scare Sparrow!Ben, only because while Sparrow!Ben has lived longer, is crueler and has a purposefully high body count, Umbrella!Ben is dead and can’t be killed but inflict so much damage, which would scare the Sparrow’s shitless.)

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Suitably Distracted

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Ben follows Viktor after the fight Allison started. Things go a little awry once they're in a closed room together. Warnings: Panic attacks and anxiety Word Count: 3,875 Ship(s): Ben Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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The Umbrellas were once again in their living room.

This time, their father was safely locked away in the attic that they had transformed into a suite to fulfill all of his needs. He was likely watching his favorite program and eating the flavorless sandwich that Grace always made him for his lunch. 

They had also invited the other hero team into their home this time, which was seeming like a less than good idea the longer that time went on. They were sitting instead of standing with a whole host of furniture between them, which meant that if a fight broke out then it was going to get very complicated very quickly. The Sparrow side of the room was also full of less people than it had been originally because they had already lost a good deal of their teammates.

“Where’s the little one with the big powers?” Fei asked, the last to arrive from their side. She had one of her ravens perched on her shoulder so that she could see the others and where she was going. She moved like an elegant cloud of black smoke over to the couch, where she sat with one of her legs crossed over the other and her black glasses glinting in the light of the daylight bulbs.

Ben knew the names of all the Umbrellas by now, but he didn’t really care enough to correct her on who she was talking about. He looked over to the other side of the room so that he could assess them again, like a good leader always should. Diego was sitting on the couch with Lila beside him, though she wasn’t technically an Umbrella. Luther and Sloane had moved a footstool from the chair closest to the fire and were sitting on it with their hands bundled up into a complicated web of fingers. Allison was lounging in the chair furthest away from Luther, looking like she had just come off a five-day bender. Five was pacing around behind the couch with his fingers threaded together behind his back and his face pinched. Klaus was still absent, but that didn’t really mean much because he was never very helpful in situations like that.

“Yes, Allison, I would like to know that too,” Five nearly snarled. He stopped his pacing and then placed both of his hands on the back of the couch so that he could lean menacingly towards her. Ben was surprised at the rapidness in which his knuckles turned white, which implied some kind of iron deficiency.

“I told you that I don’t know. He could be on the other side of the world at this point,” she huffed. “I left him when I brought Harlan to the Sparrows.”

Ben’s stomach roiled when he remembered the trunk of her car popping to reveal the body. She had murdered him in a truly brutal way, especially to get someone of his height and stature into that small of a space. He had been threatening the old man from the moment that he knew Harlan existed, but he wasn’t sure that they ever would have actually killed him. He had been half against the killing of their enemies since the Jennifer Incident. They had mostly just wanted to get the upper hand on the other superhero squad.

“You left your brother unattended somewhere? With that kind of power?” he said after he had repressed the gag at the memory. 

The smell of blood and rotting flesh was something that was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. The first time he was exposed to it, he had been eight and they had just been sent on their first mission. It was supposed to be something small, a staged bank robbery, but it had gone wrong. They had gotten the directions wrong and were sent to a real crime with people actually trying to kill them. The Horror had reached out of the portal in his stomach without his permission and had killed all three robbers before anything else had the chance of happening. Reginald hadn’t been pleased, but he also hadn’t been happy. Ben had been disgusted and had to be soothed by his nanny for three days before he was able to return to training.

“He’s a grown man, he can fend for himself,” Allison scoffed.

“He can’t,” Diego shook his head. Lila elbowed him and then the two started arguing in what they must have thought were hushed whispers. Ben could hear them easily and clearly, but he didn’t care enough to actually pay attention to the thinly veiled flirting.

“The last time that Viktor was left alone he caused an apocalypse and then gave a kid superpowers,” Five grumbled. “The time before that, he started dating a serial killer.”

“Actually the last time that he was left alone he snuck out with a prisoner to try and take Harlan’s powers away,” Luther corrected.

As interested as Ben was in the whereabouts of the rather handsome human-shaped bomb that belonged to the other team, they had more pressing matters. He slammed his hands down onto the couch in front of him and then said, “None of his matters.”

“He’s right,” Sloane nodded. “I have a plan that would include him, but we have to make sure that it’s going to work for both of our teams first.”

Luther leaned further into her and gave her a sickly sweet look that made Ben want to gag. “What’s the plan?” he asked before his sister could get thoroughly off topic again.

She let out a little sigh and then began to play with the frontmost strand of her hair, something that she always did when she was nervous or thinking. Ben wondered if Luther had picked up on that yet, after the short amount of time the two had spent together. “Well, I was thinking that Viktor could use his powers to contain the Kugelblitz with me and then we could have Chris eat it.”

“Eat it?” Luther asked, furrowing his brows as he turned towards his new girlfriend. It was something that they all seemed to do when they were confused about something.

Ben thought that it was awful that he was beginning to pick up on through lines of their family. He didn’t want to get to know the other team, he wanted them out of his city so that his life could return to some sense of normalcy. Dealing with other people was annoying and made his life far harder than it had any right to be.

“I’m explaining it poorly,” she shook her head. “It’ll be easier to go into if Viktor was here and I could ask him some questions about his powers.”

“Would you be able to do it on your own? Allison questioned.

Five turned towards the girl with a suspicious look on his face, expressing exactly what Ben was feeling. Her adamance that she didn’t know where he was and that they didn’t need him for the plan was beginning to get more and more obvious as time went on. That usually meant that she had done something to him that she shouldn’t have, which was going to complicate matters heavily.

Before anyone could ask for the man again, there was a bang down the hall. Ben had lived in the mansion in his entire life and knew the sound of their front door being closed with too hard. It was usually him that was making that noise, so it was a bit surreal to hear it echoing from the other side of the house.

That sound was followed with heavy footsteps and then Viktor barreled into the living room. He had streaks of dirt on his clothing and a scrape the size of his entire forearm that had messily scabbed over. There was also a deep gash on his cheek, but it had been cleaned and sealed properly so it was unlikely that it had happened from whatever had happened between him and his sister. “Where is he?” Viktor demanded as he charged towards Allison.

“Who? Harlan?” she asked. When Viktor didn’t say anything right away, she scoffed and tilted her head away from him. “Does it matter?”

“Allison! You said that you were going to help me save him. You promised,” he snarled.

She was up from her chair in a matter of seconds. The chunky heals that she was wearing increased her height enough that she towered over him. Ben hadn’t seen someone look that feral since he had caught his own face in the mirror the day after their fifteenth birthday when his first mission had actually gone wrong. “What does a fucking promise matter when you were already lying to me? To all of us?”

Diego scoffed somewhere behind her when she tacked on the last bit. Ben could already tell that she was somewhat like Jayme, who did things for herself and then tacked on other people so that it was harder to criticize her. He bit his cheek as he tried to push back the feeling of grief that was threatening to overwhelm him. He could mourn the siblings that he had lost when everything was all said and done, but not while they were in the middle of it. 

“I never lied to you,” Viktor shook his head.

“Oh yeah? Then when were you going to tell me about our mothers?” Allison asked.

The others stopped and Five turned towards his brother, “What about our mothers, Viktor?”

The aforementioned superhero opened his mouth to answer and then swiftly closed it again. His hands were balled down at his sides and the room was rumbling just a little bit as he tried to contain his powers. Allison turned towards her siblings and said, “Harlan was the one that killed our mothers. He was the one that got us involved in this whole mess.”

“It wasn’t his fault, I was the one that gave him the powers that he used to make all of that happen and so I wanted to be the one to fix all of it. You promised that you would help me with that before you decided to be a petty, backhanded, fifteen-year-old bitch. He was just a little boy, he didn’t ask for all of this!” Viktor snapped. He had obviously been trying to keep that inside and now it was all exploding out of him in a rush of emotion. Thankfully, his skin was only glowing instead of releasing his extra powers into the air around him.

“A little boy? He was a grown ass man when he killed our mothers,” Allison snapped sadistically. “You want to know who was an innocent child that didn’t deserve to die? Claire!”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Viktor object as he shook his head. “There was no guarantee that you would have done the same things that you did in the original timeline or that you wouldn’t already be raising your kid as your double. I was trying to encourage you but I think that the only thing I did was encourage your bad habits.”

Allison folded her arms over her chest for a moment before she leaned forward and shouted, “Shut up!” The air rippled with power and Viktor’s eyes glazed over with white. When they returned back to their regular color, he was grasping at his lips and trying to open them in vain.

“Allison, that’s enough!” Luther shouted as he stood from the couch.

“How did you do that? You didn’t say ‘I heard a Rumor’,” Five said as he stared at his sister. Ben thought that his priorities were a little skewed given that Viktor was still choking on his own spit.

“I little residual gift from Harlan,” she snarled. She was keeping her eyes dead set on her brother instead of turning to the person that she was addressing. 

Viktor continued to scramble to try and get his mouth open. Ben had only almost drowned once, when he had fallen into a mud sinkhole during a mission that they had taken to find a supervillain hiding up in Alaska. He didn’t know if that was comparable to whatever Viktor was going though, but if it was then the other man had his deepest sympathies. 

Allison reached out and struck him across the face before she continued, “You’re right, it is always your fault! Everything that this family has ever been through is all your fault. You’re the one that was always in the way when we were sparring or training, which means that it’s your fault Ben died. Because guess fucking what? You’re nothing better than an apocalypse starter. We should have left you in the basement.”

A flare of bright while light burst from Viktor’s chest and echoed through the room so that each of them were thrown back a couple of stumbling steps. It wasn’t enough to make Allison tip over, nor was it enough to break any windows. The only thing that it did was make them all get far enough away from him that he could flip over and then scramble out of the room.

Everything was silent as they watched the doorframe that Viktor had skittered through. The Umbrellas then erupted into a series of shouts, accusations, and a couple of nearly thrown punches. Luther grabbed Allison’s arm and then turned her so that she was facing him before he asked, “What the Hell is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with me? I’ve lost everything!” she shrieked as she pushed at his chest.

“No, you’ve turned back into the bitch that we all had to deal with when we were teenagers. I thought that the therapy and the healthy marriage would have taught you some shit but it seems that my faith in you was too high,” Diego growled. “Now sit your bitch ass down and we all might help you get back to your fucking husband if you act nice to us.”

She turned to glare at him, but it seemed like what he had said to her was finally getting through her haze of anger. She stalked back to the chair and then slumped down into it with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked like nothing more than a petulant, sulking child. Ben supposed that it was what she was, the Umbrellas didn’t appear to ever get the chance to really grow up.

Sloane tilted her head down and then rubbed her forehead to soothe the headache that was no doubt building there. His poor sister suffered from stress-related migraines and the last couple of days had not been kind to her. “We still don’t have Viktor to ask him about his powers and if they’ll work with our powers.”

“I’ll go to him,” Ben said as he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. None of the Umbrellas seemed like they would be able to actually calm the other man down. Ben wasn’t sure what had happened different in their childhood compared to the Sparrows, but it was something dark and gnarly. He was going to be the best person to try and pull Viktor out of his mind because he had been trained in it and even though he was usually pretty cross with his siblings, he was fairly good with civilians.

He walked down the dark halls of their home, the place where they hadn’t gotten renovations done yet. They had plans for the entire place but it happened slowly because they didn’t like having people in their home at all times. They were doing everything in phases and renovating superficial things like the floors and wallpapers on their own. 

The specific hallway outside of the front room and their living room was the one that they had all used as their bedrooms when they were younger. The rest of his siblings had all chosen to move up further into the house so that they could have their own spaces. Ben himself had only knocked down a wall into what had been Christopher’s room so that he could have a bigger space. As he got closer to his bedroom, he saw that the door was open and there was movement inside.

Something inside of him fluttered with excitement when he realized that Kaz had gone to his room specifically to hide from the reality of the world. He stepped into the space without announcing himself, which was probably a mistake. He should have been thinking more clearly, he knew that he had the capacity and the training. Viktor made his brain go hazy and stupid, though, and so he was very unwilling to try and fight back the cloud.

The man in question had his hands at his sides, clenching and unclenching them rhythmically. He had a pair of headphones over his ears and a cassette player was clipped to his chest by the neck of his shirt. His eyes were closed and his lips were pursed as he tried to calm himself down. Ben could almost smell the anxiety that was coming off of him in waves.

Ben had only been there for a couple of seconds, just long enough that he was able to take in what the other man was doing, before he was noticed. Viktor turned towards the other man and then ripped the headphones off of his ears so that he was once again exposed to the outside noises that he had been trying to block out. “S-sorry, is this your room? Back in my own universe it was mine so it was the only place that I could think of to go.”

He pushed himself off of the wall and then took a step forward so that he and Viktor were facing each other. He looped one of the headphone ears around his finger and tugged it closer to his own ear so that he could hear what was playing. “Farm noises?”

“Th-the only cassettes that Harlan has are weird sounds and it was the one that was most soothing to me,” Viktor replied awkwardly as he took the device back. He slumped down onto Ben’s bed for only a second before he stood up and began to pace in his tiny circle again.

It wasn’t hard to see that the poor man was having a panic attack. His entire body was quivering with the force of the adrenaline in his system and he had already removed his jacket because his sweating. Ben had had his fair share panic attacks and had helped his siblings through several as well. He knew the kinds of things that tended to work for them only because he knew them so well before they had happened, which wasn’t going to be the case with Viktor.

“What were they talking about the basement for? As far as I know there’s nothing in the basement of the Academy other than the luggage room,” Ben pried. Getting to the root of the panic was usually the thing that helped Sloane when she was waking from a nightmare.

“That’s because I was dead when the Academy was built in this universe. In the one that I came from, Dad made a tiny soundproof box down there so that he could keep my locked up in case anything went wrong. It was meant to be a failsafe if I ever had to go off my medication or decided that I wouldn’t take them, which was what actually happened. It’s the scariest place that I’ve ever been in my fucking life and Allison is a bitch for saying that she would have left me there. They did leave me there! I had to get myself out of the stupid fucking box with the sound of my own heartbeat before I started hallucinating,” he rambled.

Ben blinked. His father had been strict with them and had worked them to the bone at times, but he had never done anything that serious. He had apparently been more right than he had thought when he saw the twisted root of trauma deep inside of the Umbrellas.

It was clear that his first tactic wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. He tried to wrack his brain for other things that he could do. He had never been any good at coaching someone through breathing or mindfulness exercises, not like Marcus was. It was one of his biggest insecurities and it had grown to the size of a monster when he had lost the place as the Number One of the Sparrows. That meant that his only option left was distraction.

Ben pushed himself up from his chair and then caught Viktor by the sleeve of his white t-shirt. He looked adorable and yet so scared that it made Ben’s normally frozen heart ache with the need to protect him. “Kiss me,” he blurted.

Viktor blinked, and then blinked again. A small smile spread across his lips as he asked, “What?”

“I’ve heard that holding your breath is good for anxiety. If you kiss me then you’ve got a new sensation to focus on and you’re holding your breath,” he shrugged.

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Viktor laughed, bright and mimicking the sound of tinkling bells. It was one of the best sounds that Ben had ever heard and he wanted to drown in it. 

“It could be, you don’t know,” he replied snidely back, though his own smile was spreading across his face.

The smaller man let out a small chuckle and then placed his hand on the back of Ben’s neck. He stood on his tiptoes to bring their lips together in a quick peck of a kiss before he dove in for more.

It only took that for Ben’s hands to wrap around Viktor’s hips so that he could hold the smaller superhero close to his body. He had never felt something that strong, something that could actually cut through the haze of depression in his mind and replace it with something that made him feel so good. It was addicting, the push and pull of lips and tongues and teeth. The smell of Viktor was invading his nose and flowing down his throat like the best medicine.

He had kissed Viktor so that he could help the other man calm down from his anxiety, but Ben was already convinced that it was actually healing him.

“There, no more anxiety for either of us,” he breathed when they had to break apart.

“Yeah. That was nice,” Viktor whispered as he placed his forehead down on Ben’s collarbone. “If I go out there and play nice with Allison, do you promise to do it again?”

“Are you trying to bribe me?” Ben asked. Despite his snappish comments, he didn’t move his arms from where they were wound around Viktor’s waist. 

“Am I being that obvious?” Viktor giggled.

“Yes, but you’re cute so I’ll let it slide.”

“Why thank you,” Viktor smiled as he untucked his face. Ben cupped his cheek and then leaned down as he gave the kiss that he had just promised. He could get used to that feeling

[allisoooon]

Ben rolled his eyes. This was so stupid.  “Do you ever think about…I dunno…people?”

Alphonso stopped chewing, giving him a puzzled look.  “What people?”

“Normal people.”

“Oooookay.  What kind of thinking?” Ben was getting more and more frustrated.  He didn’t totally understand what he was asking, either.  “Just thinking,” he said crossly.  “About…about people we don’t save.  People we don’t help.  People who only ever see us on a television screen or in a magazine, if that.”

“Should I?”

Ben tapped his pencil against the desk rapidly.  He felt like crawling out of his own skin.  “We talk about saving the world, but how many people have we really saved? Do you even remember Jennifer’s last name?”

many thanks to the beautiful @salvador-daley​ for the beta-read.

[ded-and-gonne]

WIP Wednesday or Thursday

WIP Wednesday: Devil’s Night (Part 6)

Starring Klaus Hargreeves & Evil Ben

And here you thought the Devil’s Night story was over, by virtue of that two-paragraph ending that conveniently saved Evil Ben, who then saved Klaus. Oh hells no, it isn’t that simple. They still have a dead puritan in their garden who expects Klaus & Ben to go find him a key. A key made by the ancient King Solomon. Also, a quick reminder that we’re dealing with a narrator who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are. Without further ado, here’s a snippet from the opening scene of Devil’s Night Chapter 6.

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“A book?!” Evil Ben rages with lots of anger. “A book? A book. A fucking book? It’s a fucking book, Klaus. [Arrrrrrgh!]” Or however you spell all the vocalizations Ben is making rn. The bookstore’s high ceilings reverberate with angst.

“A book? That’s all? That’s great!” Klaus enthuses. “Thank heavens it’s not an actual key! Keys unlock bad stuff. Books are way safer than keys.” (In what universe, Klaus? It’s known to science that books are dangerous.)

“Heavens to Betsy Benji, you had me worried there for a second.”

“Me. I had you worried,” replies Ben, dumbfounded. Which reaction increases every time Klaus blithely blorps another mouthful of clear, viscous ghost mucus into his ghost goo spittoon, so quickly forgetting why he’s blorping into his ghost goo spittoon to begin with. “Zero self awareness. None,” says Evil Ben.

Pots, kettles, hypocrisy about lacking self awareness. You should be rolling your eyes by now.

Klaus pauses to consider Ben’s expression, and foresees the thunderclap-back of rage that will inevitably be unleashed upon his own pretty head if he doesn’t amend his words. “And by you having me worried, I actually mean that ghost dick outside in the dark. Obviously.”

“Moron.” That was Ben, but you already knew that.

Klaus blorps daintily. (What? It’s possible.) “Don’t distract me, Benji, this is serious. Should we be generous of spirit and offer up the fact that this ‘key of skin and bone’ is not a key at all but just a book? It doesn’t seem like the pickled puritan buried in the garden is hip to the fact that it’s not a key, daddy-o. Nor is it skin and bone. It’s paper, and other things. 300 years waiting for a key that doesn’t exist. Boy is he gonna be disappointed.”

Ben appears to enjoy this idea. “I hope I get to see his face when he finds out. Can you make that happen?”

Klaus continues, “Or maybe he’d like us to get a copy of the key made. We can print one on demand from that guy on the corner. You know the one — the cute one. Anyway, it’s not like a book ever hurt anybody.”

“How have you managed to live this long?” Ben asks, as he enjoys his favorite pastime: belittling everyone’s intellectual capacity. “Klaus-“

Klaus cuts him off. “And anyway, Ben, my corporeal cherub and not-brother in arms. If we can get a copy, then surely anybody can get a copy. They could come here and get it. We are booksellers after all, babe. We do offer that sort of thing. Actually, that very thing. I could just sell him the one in your hand. It’s for sale right now.”

Ben pinches the bridge of his nose in forebearence. He’s still riding the elusive high of caring about somebody. “I'm a corporeal cherub? Try not trying so hard Klaus, it’s embarrassing. Just because I gave you a dictionary for our birthday doesn’t mean you should go around using it.”

“But Bennerino, I’m attempting to improve myself. I thought that was what you meant when you told me I suck and then handed me a dictionary. By the way, Bennerino, just a quick note: there are tons of official synonyms for ‘suck,’ ‘idiot,’ and ‘moron.’ You could stand a little improvement in that insult-archive you have hiding up there in that Evil little skull of yours.”

“My-“

Klaus is pointing at Ben with a finger swirling circles. “Sh! Don’t interrupt, Ben, I’m on a roll.” Klaus wishes he could use that finger to boop Ben on the nose, but they’ve been getting along so well in the aftermath of that horrible experience they just survived — the one with the possession and the rescuing. He fears that Ben’s goodwill (now that there’s confirmation that Ben’s goodwill exists) will suddenly go poof and dissipate like a ghost.

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Catch up: Devil’s Night Chapter 1 || Prev: Chapter 5

Or start with their origin story: Ded & Gonne Chapter 1

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[realbeefman]

Your username seems really familiar. Did you by chance have a tiktok account and post the umbrella academy stuff on there? If you don’t mind me asking

OMG yes that was me hi hello!!! they banned my account and i ended up rage-deleted tik tok and moving here. i was on tuatwt for a bit but ive rlly never been a twitter enjoyer so i ended up leaving after they wrapped s4 filming. i still love LOVE tua, but tbh i think most of my opinions n character interests are not very welcome in the fandom rn so i’ve mostly been lurking and reading fic. i’m positively VIBRATING with excitement for s4 tho :D

[frost-queen]

Under the Sparrow's umbrella (Umbrella!Reader x Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves)

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Loud footsteps made you all slowly turn. Still half confused about the sudden change in interior. Your eyes widened at the sight of him at the upper level. – “Ben!” – you exclaimed happily. The Ben at the top grabbed the railing, jumping over it as he landed firm on his feet. He slowly rose while you were gaping in awe at him. – “Ben!” – Klaus said loudly, opening his arms to go and hug him. Ben pulled his nose up, slapping his arms away. – “You are trespassing hobo.” – he commented in detest.

Klaus pressed his hand to his heart, shocked. – “You hurt my feelings Ben.”  - Klaus said making Ben scoff. – “A matter of fact… you all are.” – Ben continued, tugging his hand in his pocket. – “What’s with the uniform?” – Five questioned. It was only now that you all noticed it. The change of color and emblem on his uniform. – “You wouldn’t get it schoolboy.” – Ben responded. Five clenched his jaw, ready to jump at him if Luther hadn’t held him back.

Your eyes widened seeing more people appear on the upper level. – “Need any help brother?” – a girl spoke. Ben held his hand up. – “I can handle these…” – his gaze went obviously up and down cocky over your posture. – “Children.” – he addressed glancing at Five. Five gritted his teeth as you held him back by his shoulder.

“We aren’t trespassing this is our home!” – Luther called out. – “We are the Umbrella academy.” – he said looking at his siblings to back him up. – “You are dead.” – he added pointing at Ben. Ben scoffed loud. – “Clearly I’m not!” – he said. – “And this is the Sparrow academy.” – he explained as his siblings came downstairs. – “Sparrow?” – Diego whispered out, looking at Victor. Victor shrugged his shoulders. You stepped forwards making Ben glance intrigued at what you might say.

“Maybe this is all kind of messed up. I mean we did just time-jump back here.” – you concluded. – “But that man…” – you pointed at the portrait of Reginald. – “Is our father.” – you finished. Ben chuckled, eying you up and down. – “Oh right! Time-jump well maybe father saw how useless you all are and decided he needed to adopt other children. Children who wouldn’t be so worthless.” – he pushed you back by your forehead.

You stumbled back as Diego caught you before you could trip. – “Sparrow Ben is a dick!” – you told him seeing him nod. Clearly this Ben wasn’t like the Ben you knew. The Ben you grew up with. Ben glanced over his shoulder to his siblings by his side. – “Let’s show them out.” – he smirked, expression hardening on you. – “That one’s mine.” – he grunted out. You swallowed nervously slowly backing up.

Ben moved his body as his tentacle arms shot out. You screamed loud when they lurched towards you. You quickly dove under the coffee table as a tentacle missed you. Eyes widened when the table got lifted up. Ben tilting his head murderously enjoyable at you. – “Gotcha!” – he laughed out. You shrieked moving your hands up to block his next attack. Ben smiled greedily when he forced his tentacles down to you. You gasped hard when your brother Five popped up near you, knelt down.

In a split second he had his arms around you, teleporting with you. Ben’s tentacles went down, grabbing thin air as it made him glare. You re-appeared in the hallway, gasping loud. – “Definitely not our Ben.” – you breathed out. Five held his finger up telling you to wait while he teleported again. – “Umbrella girl.” – you heard Ben call out tauntingly. – “Come out and play.” – he went on making you tense your jaw. So not your Ben.

You left your hiding place, spotting Diego throwing knives coming into the hallway backwards. He nearly bumped into you, ready to throw knives at you. – “Watch me sis, I got knives!” – he scolded you. Diego and you backed up when Ben came in the hallway. – “There you are!” – he said as you were standing behind your brother, hand on his shoulder.

Your eyes falling on the knife he was holding. – “I’ll take that.” – you told Diego, plucking the knife from him. – “Wha…?” – before he could be more visibly confused, you threw the knife at Ben. It scraped his arm, sliding his vest a bit open. The knife clattered to the ground as you smiled embarrassed at him. Ben grunted looking at his torn vest. Diego gave you a brotherly slap against the back of your head. – “Don’t touch my knives.” – he called out. – “Diego not the right time.” – you told him between a held up smile. – “No Y/n I already told you; you don’t touch my knives.” – he continued holding his finger up.

Meanwhile Ben cracked his knuckles readying himself to attack you with his tentacles again. – “Diego Run!” – you shouted, pulling him with you by his vest. His eyes widened seeing the tentacles speeding his way. Diego quickened his pace, taking the front as he was dragging you along now. You made it outside just in time. Out of breath you encountered Klaus sitting on the porch. – “Oh there you are I was starting to wonder if any of you were going to show up.” – he casually said making Diego nudge his legs to get up.

Not a moment later busted Allison, Luther, and Victor out. Five teleported a second later, adjusting his vest. – “Now this is a major issue.” – he said stroking his hand over the back of his head. – “You think!” – Allison blurted out. She scoffed loud taking a walk. Luther going after her which led to Victor following to Diego and Klaus following. You motioned to Five with your head to come along. He nodded giving you a weary smile.

*

Ben clicked his tongue hatefully at you. You rolled your eyes at him. – “Is Luther here? I know you have him so don’t even try to lie to me.” – you called out, letting yourself in the Sparrow Academy without approval of him. Ben scoffed, grabbing you by your wrist to a stop. – “Listen princess, what if we have him?” – Ben said as you pulled your hand out of his grip. – “Maybe he finally has seen how much more potential this family has considered against yours.” – he mocked, knowing it would taunt you.

You tensed your jaw, glaring at him. You turned away from him, shouting loud in the hallway. – “Luther! Luther come down!” – your voice booming loud in the hallway. Ben grabbed your hand to stop you as he immediately flinched his hand back after coming in contact with yours. He rubbed his hand. – “So you do have abilities. For a while I thought you were their mascot.” – he replied with a sneer. You smiled sarcastically at him, showing him your hand as electricity moved around your fingers.

You had given him a small electric shock the moment he grabbed your hand. – “Luther! Come out we are going home!” – you yelled loud. Ben grabbed for your shoulder as you flung your arm back to release his touch on you. – “Listen squid, you touch me one more time and I’ll fry you!” – you threatened. Ben chuckled. – “I’d like to see you try.”

He didn’t have to say that twice. You let electricity surround your hands, extending your hands out to him as the electricity hit him flat in the chest. Ben got flung against the wall, dropping coughingly down. He pressed his hand against his chest watching you walk off. – “Luther! Luther where the hell are you?” – you shouted for his attention. As you were about to step on the stairs, your path was blocked by Christopher. He changed color while bleeping something.

“You want to have a go cube?” – you taunted having enough of being held back. Christopher turned a bright red as you acted faster than him. You electrocuted him. His entire cube shivering till he dropped to the ground. – “Luther!” – you screamed out stepping over the cube. You came upstairs, hearing Luther’s voice come from out of a room. You went in, trying not to be amazed by the gym set up in the house. – “Y/n?” – Luther said confused jumping up.

Sloane sitting beside him as she stopped smiling. You pointed at him. – “We are going home!” – you made clear. Luther looked briefly down at Sloane, hesitating. – “Luther I said we are going home!” – you repeated not wanting to stay one minute longer with the Sparrows. Out of breath appeared Ben behind you. – “Luther you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” – he said rather warmly and caring.

It made you frown, staring stunned at his sudden friendliness. – “Shut up!” – you told him, having enough of his ego. – “Luther. Let’s go home.” – you said in a friendlier tone. Luther was still hesitant as you could practically hear Ben snicker in your ear. – “Luther I am your family. I’m your sister… please come home…I need you.” – you begged as Ben snorted loud at your confession.

You let your hand be surrounded by electricity as you touched Ben’s side. He jumped aside at the sudden sting in his side. Luther sighed deep, apologizing to Sloane. He walked over to you as you hugged him. Or rather he hugged you, lifting you up and squashing you in his tight embrace. – “Let’s go home sis.” – he said patting you on the head. You stuck your tongue out to Ben to rub it just that little bit more in his face.

Ben gave you a smile full of mockery back. God how much you hated him. How you also hated that he was exactly like the Ben you knew only raised more messed up. Ben stepped aside allowing you to leave with Luther. – “Are we just going to let them leave?” – Jayme questioned loudly. – “Let’s just kill them now!” – She insisted on. Ben held his hand up to silence her. Looking back to you for as long as he could.

*

Jayme was running after you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw her approaching. Her expression hard and tense. Puffing loudly, you tried to keep in front of her, outrunning her. – “Hey Umbrella!” – she called out tauntingly speeding up. You felt her grip to you closer, her hand moving over your back to put you to a stop. You came to a halt as she had grabbed a hold of your hair. – “I wasn’t done talking.” – she said teasingly pulling you back by your hair.

You inhaled sharp through your nose, at the brink of giving her a piece of your own mind. You stepped back as she kept moving backwards. Feeling a sudden tug on your hair, made you turn your head to look. Ben’s hand firm around her wrist as he had pulled it off you. – “What are you doing?” – he said coldly, pushing her wrist to her it made her stumble backwards. Jayme puffed some hair out of her face. – “Getting revenge on the umbrella.” – she called out, glaring at you.

Ben glared right back at her. You observed their interaction with curiosity. Ben glanced your way, softening his expression. With a touch of his hand on your lower back, you felt your heart flutter for him. – “Ben let me just…” – Jayme started launching her hand at you. Ben caught her by the wrist again. Her hand clawed out inches away from your face. It made you widen your eyes brief, taking a subtle step back to have her hand out of your face. He swayed his finger to the side, shaking his head.

Jayme gritted her teeth, slapping her hand out of his grip, accidently hitting him in the face. Ben touched his cheek from the impact. Your eyes widened and hardened with anger. – “You hit him!” – you called out. – “How dare you hit him!” – you added while Ben waved his hand at you that it was alright. You called out a war cry, jumping at Jayme. You wrapped your legs around her while slapping her on top of her head. Jayme was receiving the impact trying to get you off. – “Get her off!” – Jayme screamed irritated.

Ben simply crossed his arms, smiling teasingly at you. You jumped off her, puffing loud. Jayme glared, readying her teeth to spit at you. Before she could spit at you, you electrocuted her. Her body spasmed till she dropped unconscious to he ground. – “I knew you could handle yourself.” – Ben said teasingly. You smiled sweetly at him. – “I just electrocuted your sister to the ground.” – you told him getting closer.

“Aren’t you getting revenge?” – you whispered standing as close as possible to him. Ben smirked. – “Would you like me to?” – he spoke back. You shrugged your shoulders. – “Try me Sparrow.” – you teased with a flirty smile. Ben’s gaze lowered to your lips as he briefly licked his. You moved your hand forwards as he grabbed it, quickly spinning you around till you were held against his chest.

He took in a deep breath, moving his head down to your shoulder. – “I could just use my abilities on you.” – he pondered with a chuckle. You cleared your throat drawing his attention to the hand he was still holding upwards of yours. A few sparkles of electricity moving around your fingers. He moved his hand over yours, clearly not bothered by the faint electricity running around it. He stretched your arm out, squinting his eye.

He then removed his hand from on top of yours, whispering shoot in your ear. You released a shot of electricity as it flung across the room, hitting a lightbulb hanging on the wall of the hotel. The lightbulb exploded making Ben smile. You turned your head to the side, glancing up to him. Turning your posture more, you were facing him again. Your heart pounding loudly. It has always beaten for Ben. Whether it be Umbrella Ben or Sparrow Ben.

Ben slowly parted his lips. – “I know you loved this other Ben.” – he whispered to you, moving his palm against your cheek. Hardening his grip as he moved his hand further back to your neck, grabbing you there. – “I think I’m gonna steal you from him.” – his last words ended as he forced his lips onto yours. You completely melted under his kiss, Sparrow Ben all you could think about. How much you hoped Umbrella Ben would forgive you for. Even though he was already long gone.

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[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 8: Subjugation

Summary: One of the last truths come to light.

A/N: Think I made Y/N a little harsh on Luther but Luther made me mad during that episode and rewatching it made me mad at him again lol.

Warnings? Click here!

Then

You’ve had a few nights of heartbreak during your time in this house. But nothing hit harder than when Ben broke the news to you.

Luther and Allison’s well known secret was that they were infatuated with each other. You all saw it. They did a terrible job at hiding it.

Luther tried to mask it by pretending to be caring “older” brother but you and Vanya never got the same treatment.

Allison tried to claim it was because she viewed him as a leader or some bs like that but she never treated Diego like that. In fact, whenever Luther was upset with Diego or vice versa, Allison was always Team Luther.

In fact, you all poked fun at them behind their backs. Even though you and Ben had no room to talk. To be honest, you think that’s what ate away at him.

Granted, none of your siblings ever mocked you two. At least not your face. Maybe that’s the thought that plagued Ben. Sure, he had a much better relationship with Diego and Klaus than Luther and Allison did but still.

He didn’t even know if you thought about that. He never thought to ask you. Too afraid of what the answer would be. He never went out of his way to dim your light, for lack of a better phrase.

Reality is: you never thought about it. Well, that’s not true. You did and you approached Allison about it. She was embarrassed but she gave you the words of encouragement and you viewed her as a big sister so you took her words to heart.

It never occurred to you how Ben could’ve been feeling. Only after the night where he asked you to meet him in your special place to tell you that you shouldn’t keep chasing after a romantic relationship.

You couldn’t even be mad at him. Pragmatism was a part of his charm. He didn’t want to be mocked. He didn’t want you to be mocked. He was ashamed of that being his reasoning but you never held it against him…….too much.

You were still hurt. You still cried quietly in your room. You still thought it was unfair that Luther and Allison didn’t have enough apparent shame to stop when you had to.

But you tried seeing the bright side.

After all, you could still talk to him. Hang out with him. Play with him. Joke around with him. Pine for him. Sneak out with him. All of the fun stuff that you normally did with him and the others…..minus the pining.

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Now

When you all had returned home, you were disappointed to not find Vanya there. While your brothers argued, you ran to the phone to try and get a hold of her.

The long ringing only added to the anxiety that had a hold on you. You sat there with the phone against your ear, praying that you heard Vanya.

And you did. Just not in the way you wanted.

“You’ve reached Vanya Hargreeves, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

BEEEP

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call.”

Your peripheral caught Five entering the room and heading towards the bar.

“Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

You calmly hung up the phone just in time to pay attention to Five pouring himself a drink.

“Take a breather, Y/N. I’m sure she’ll turn up. Need a drink?”

“I literally cannot drink right now. I mean, how can you? We don’t know who killed Leonard and they could have Vanya or worse.”

“And do you have any leads on who would have gained something from killing Leonard?”

“…outside of us? No.”

“Do you know anywhere else Leonard could’ve taken Vanya?”

“No.”

“Are you mentally prepared with digging holes and potentially finding Vanya’s body in a shallow grave?”

“Jesus Christ, Five, what the fuck?”

Five casually walked over to you with a second glass in his hand. He passed it to you. “My point is: no leads, no actions. Drink.”

You cautiously took the drink, a bit caught off guard by Five’s current casual demeanor. “O…k.”

Five went back over to his stool, soaking in his disappointment next to his….girlfriend, Dolores. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“You think we averted the apocalypse, Y/N?”

You were surprised. You haven’t really been with him for most of his escapades concerning the apocalypse until the very end.

“I’m surprised you’re asking for my opinion.”

“Why not? You catch on pretty quickly to most stuff. So?”

“Well….not sure. If you say Harold Jenkins is the cause of the apocalypse and then he goes and dies…maybe that’s the end of that. On the other hand, what if his death was…meant to happen?”

“Meant to happen?”

“Yeah like…maybe the reason they needed Harold protected was because they needed him to die on a certain day. I mean…no other commission guys came to kill us…or you to be specific.”

“So what? Now it’s the calm before the storm?”

“No. It could be the calm before the storm. But it could also not be.”

There was a moment of silence before Five let out a defeated sigh. “Now we wait…” he muttered.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Five got up and went to answer the door. You couldn’t hear much of the conversation outside of hearing the word sister which prompted you to get up and see who was there only to be met with the sight of Five letting in a big man with a suit on.

The suit was familiar but the face was not.

“Who the hell is this, Five?”

Five motioned a finger between you and the man. “Y/N, Hazel. Hazel, Y/N.” And he walked on.

The man—Hazel—offered a polite but nervous smile, leaving you more confused.

“Hi??” You cautiously waved back.

“Last time we met my…ex-partner and I.”

“Shot up the place? Ohhhhhhh…..K.”

You walked into the living room and walked over to Five. Hazel casually followed suit.

“Five, why is he here?”

“I dunno…” Five swiveled around on the seat. “Why are you here, Hazel? Here to kill me?” He gestured in your direction. “And, by extension, my sister?”

“Me?”

“No witnesses.” Five responded casually.

“None of that.” Hazel replied. “I can understand why you might feel that way. There’s not much I can do about the past. I do wanna just mention that it is an honor to be talking to you. That job you did in Calhoun, that shit’s legendary—”

“Why are you here, Hazel?” Five repeated with a firmer tone.

“Well—” Hazel started to talk before you felt yourself being pulled back by Diego and witnessed him launch a kick into Hazel’s side, knocking him over.

“Diego, stop!” Five shouted, only to be ignored when Diego flipped over Hazel and kicked him in the face as the assassin tried to stand.

The two begin to fight each other.

“Diego, that’s enough!” You tried, only to be ignored as well.

Five casually fiddled with his straw. “You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say.”

Once the two were upright, Diego pulled out a knife. “I’m gonna kill you for what you did to Patch.”

“Or don’t. See how that goes.”

You let out a heavy sigh and stood next to Five watching the brutal scrap. Filled with stabs to the thigh, punches square to the face and Diego’s desperate attempts to knock over his bigger opponent.

It would be exciting if this all didn’t feel…exhausting to watch. Especially when you still had Vanya to look for.

Hazel wrapped Diego into a bear hug only for Diego to counter with a harsh bite to his ear, Hazel letting out a painful yell in response.

Five, deciding he had enough, blinked out of sight before appearing behind Diego and smashing a glass over his head, knocking him unconscious.

“I draw the line at biting.” Five stated as Hazel collected himself. “Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick…before he comes around.”

“I left my partner, quit the Commission, and came to volunteer.”

“For what?”

“To help stop the apocalypse. I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop.”

“Oh that…” You started. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anymore.”

“What?” Hazel asked in disbelief.

“What she said. You’re a day late and a dollar short.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning the fact that you’re here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“The mark…is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown in the equation.”

Hazel let out a chuckle. “Shit. Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

“And if you’re out, then Hellrider ain’t riding.”

“Oh…” Hazel let out a relieved but exhausted breath. All of the hype and resolve he built up just…gone but he was happy about that. “Alright!”

He walked over to the bar and took a drink of what was left in the blender. A deep sigh escaped from his body as you went back over to the phone, minding Diego as you did, and waited for a hopeful call from Vanya as Five and Hazel talked.

The only aspect of the conversation that caught your attention was when Five looked back at Diego and then at you.

“I guess I would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everyone else around here.”

“I heard that.” You called out. “And I am NOT emotionally stunted, I’ve just got a few issues.”

“Stemming from what Y/N?” Five joked.

“……..shut up.”

“Well, there you go. Now you can grow up.” Hazel suggested before standing up. “Good luck.” Hazel was about to walk out of the room before Five called out to him.

“One more thing before you go.”

“Shoot.”

“Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?”

“Trigger woman.”

Five sighed. “That’s too bad. That gun would’ve cleared my brother’s name.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day, amigo.” Hazel then pulled two guns out of his back pockets and placed them on the bar. “Take’em both. I’m done with this life.”

The former Commission assassin then walked off out of the house.

“I’m gonna go to my room for a nap.” You spoke, before walking off.

——✨——

You probably would’ve been heartbroken to see the state Vanya was currently in. A shaken and traumatized state as she stared blankly at her violin. The previous events played vividly in her mind.

The way she killed Leonard. It only struck her how excessive it was afterwards. Maybe he deserved, yeah, but Vanya had never done something so…violent……

‘Allison…’ she thought.

All the while her messages played and it felt like mockery from the normal life she has undoubtedly left behind. The life where she was the only one of her siblings to not have powers.

The life where she felt more comfortable slumped in the shadows while everyone else shined. The life that was no more and she never thought she’d yearn for it so much.

She had thought she made peace with it before because she had seen the mental toll it had taken on the rest of you. How you all yearned for your father’s approval in your own ways and it grew into these monsters that held on tightly to all of you like leeches.

As if to make matters worse, the next voicemail was from Allison.

“Hey, Vanya, it’s me. I just wanted to…things have gotten so messed up. All I ever wanted was to be a good sister to you. Guess I pretty much failed at that. But you need to call me, okay? I love you sis.”

The sound of Allison’s next being sliced open by Vanya’s own hands playing on a punishing loop as she remembered the stunned look on her sister’s face, realizing what had happened to her.

The image had done a good job of seeing itself into her mind as Vanya chanted ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again, in a naive attempt to wish she could just turn back time.

“Next message.”

“Hey, Vanya…I don’t know if you…if you’re ok but we found Leonard and…I don’t wanna assume the worst, I wanna hope that you’re ok. So please, if you get this, please call. Or please come back home. It’s been too much going on and I would really like if you came home and were ok and we can just salvage what’s left of this family since the apocalypse isn’t an issue anymore……….I love you and Allison is alright, she’s gonna make it. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

Vanya looked back at the answering machine. While she didn’t want to admit to herself, a part of her shut down the voice that spoke down to her and replaced it with something else…there was hope.

Hope that she had not been completely excommunicated from her family. Hope that Allison can forgive her. Hope that this could all be casted aside as a bad dream.

Hope that she can come home into warm and welcoming arms.

In a terrible twist of fate, she’ll be both right and wrong.

——✨——

You were awoken from your nap with a rumble. Some trinkets and other decor rattled while others fell to their destruction. Dust being pulled from their corners and fluttering down like snow before everything stopped.

‘What the hell was that?’

You weren’t the only one who realized the mild earthquake was happening as Klaus exited his own room at the same time.

“Glowbug, you felt that too, right?”

“Yeah?”

Klaus let out an exhausted huff. “Something tells me we can’t ignore this.”

——✨——

Neither of you were prepared for the sight of Vanya locked away in a soundproof room under the house. She was in distress and this nagging feeling of Deja Vu coming from you was not helping the situation.

“You locked up our sister because you think she has powers?” Diego was in a state of disbelief.

He’s seen Luther make some stupid decisions but this took the cake.

Klaus had never thought ANY of his siblings would do something…like this.

And you?

Well, you were pissed.

“Luther, this isn’t funny. Let her out of there.”

He gave you a woeful look. “I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Yes you can! She’s terrified!”

“Pogo told me.”

“And you don’t think he was lying?”

“Why would he lie about something like this?”

“He lied about knowing what happened to dad, clearly nothing’s off the table when it comes to him honoring dad’s fucked up wishes, Luther!”

Diego had surveyed the entire room. “Why would they hide something like this from us?”

“He hid so much from us.” Klaus let out.

“He hid it because he was afraid…of her.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Dad’s lied about everything else. Why is this so far-fetched?”

“If you’re right, then maybe she’s the one who killed Peabody.”

“And cut Allison’s throat.”

You rolled your eyes as Klaus chimed in. “Whoa, no. Let’s…I just—Sorry, just…let’s go back, all right? This is Vanya we’re talking about. Our sister! The one who always cried when we stepped on ants as kids.”

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s difficult to accept—”

“It’s not difficult to accept, it’s impossible to accept.” Klaus shouted.

“No, he’s right.” Diego backed Klaus up, turning back to Luther. “Look, we can’t keep her locked up without proof.”

Luther was shocked. “Wh-what more proof do you need?”

“Why don’t we just open the door and ask her?” Klaus suggested.

“Thank you!” You walked over to the door but were quickly stopped by Luther when he gently grabbed your arm.

“She’s not going anywhere.”

“No, even if you’re right, she needs our help, and we can’t do that if she’s locked in a cage.”

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, and for all we know, she might be struggling with this new power. I mean, it must be scary—terrifying—really to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do.”

“Look, if what Pogo told me is even half true, then she is not just a danger to us…”

“If we help her, she’s not gonna be a danger to anyone!” You tried to get through to Luther.

Your eyes looked past Luther and everyone else followed your gaze, seeing Allison walking down the dim hall.

“Allison, what are you doing down here? You should be in bed.”

Allison scribbled on the notepad, “let her go”.

Luther shook his head. “I can’t do that. She hurt you.”

You sent a glare Luther’s way. ‘Is that really what all of this is about?’

Allison flipped to a new page, scribbling again, “my fault”

“I’m sorry but she’s staying put.”

Allison tried walking past him only to be stopped.

“Just until we know what we’re dealing with.”

She tried pushing past him again but she was stopped once more.

When everyone else saw that Luther was adamant about this and not keen on moving for anyone, not even Allison. They gave up. Klaus took hold of you and guided you along.

“Klaus—”

“Come on, we can sneak down here later when he’s not looking.” He whispered.

You glanced back watching Allison grow frustrated with Luther before turning away and walking with Klaus back up.

——✨——

There was heavy tension in the house. Allison wasn’t speaking to Luther, which meant that Luther was prowling around , keeping watch in the halls. He knew that you would try to sneak in whenever he wasn’t looking.

As evident when he caught you red-handed with a tray of food. He stood from your mother’s seat, shaking his head.

“No.”

“What? Is Vanya eating a danger to us all too?”

“I’m trying to protect us.”

“No, you’re trying to protect Allison.”

“I’m trying to protect all of us.”

“No, you’re not and I would appreciate it if you didn’t insult me by implying anything different. You didn’t even bother asking either of them what happened and you couldn’t even respect Allison in her decision.”

“Y/N—”

“Let me ask you something: if anyone else got their throat slit would you have cared this much?”

“Why do you always have to turn everything into an argument? Why do you always make everyone else the bad guy?”

You placed the tray down and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You see, that’s your problem. I don’t need to make you the bad guy. You’re doing a damn good job of it on your own. Dad lied to us about this, you think Vanya knew? Did you even ask her what happened? You know she probably didn’t even mean it. You’re making it worse by keeping her in there.”

“Y/N, what if it had been you? Think about Ben.”

You crossed your arms. “Don’t bring Ben into this.”

“You think if you were in Allison’s shoes, he would’ve been ok with Vanya…being just—”

“Vanya is not a monster. What gives you the right to act like she is?”

You had said those words without really thinking of the possible connotations. One that Luther picked up on as he stood tall.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked.

Maybe in a better state of mind. You would’ve clarified but at the moment, you felt he didn’t deserve that. “You tell me.”

BOOM

The house shook with a fury as a muffled boom caught both of you off guard. You turned to Luther who had a look of terrified realization.

“Oh god…”

At first you thought maybe intruders until the thought hit you. “Vanya.”

[raving-raven-writing]

Going to write a one shot of Ben and Luther. Some emotional hurt/comfort and mention/discussion of the Sparrow Academy and Sloane.

I wanted these two to interact more during the last season but that obviously, didn't happen. So I'll have to satisfy my own wants and write it myself.

I am also a sucker for making my favorite characters have a breakdown and or cry. Some brotherly love between these two, even though Ben loudly protests they aren't family.

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I finally have enough content to warrant a masterlist. I feel real now.

Ded & Gonne: @ded-and-gonne A tua fanfic starring Klaus Hargreeves, the Bens, and a building. Looking for gen fic? Dead & Gonne is the one for you. Latest Post: Chapter 5: A mazement

Simon x Billy: @simon-x-billy We’re going to Italy, which is a sexy country. Stars 2 boys you don’t need to recognize to love. lgbtqia+ m|m Looking for NSFW? Simon x Billy is for you. Currently participating in @yearoftheotpevent . Latest Post: Ch. 12: Attack of the tiny flying human (New!)

Ded & Gonne

All Ded & Gonne works are genfic without exception.

TWs: Klaus only dies if he really needs to. I have no plans to kill Bens.

Chapter 1: Mean Ben

Chapter 2: Got Ghosts?

Chapter 3: Klaus and Benny sittin in a tree, but strictly fraternaturally

Chapter 4: You, Klaus. You saved the world.

Chapter 5: The Eventuality of Evil loop

Chapter 6: The Evil Lair

Ded & Gonne was originally born for tua Masked Author 2022.

Devil’s Night

Don’t feel like catching up on D&G from the beginning? This is a great place to dive in.

Halloween miniseries with major plot developments for D&G

Chapter 7: Devil’s Night Part 1: Afraid of the Dark

Chapter 8: Devil’s Night Part 2: The descent

Chapter 9: Devil’s Night Part 3: The sub-sub-basement

Chapter 10: Devil’s Night Part 4: Somebody’s in the garden

Chapter 11: Devil’s Night Part 5: A mazement

Chapter 12: Devil’s Night Part 6: WIP!

The Devil’s Night miniseries was originally born for Sheehalloween 2022

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Simon x Billy

Simon x Billy is NSFW beginning at Chapter 8.

Brokenhearted boy from Brooklyn on depressing vacation to Italian Riviera meets Irish lad with secret past. TW: m|m first-time.

Purple Demon smut ranking, because they’re horny little devils.

Chapter 1: Where’s Giuseppe WTF?

Chapter 2: The European Plug Situation

Chapter 3: My red stripe of pain

Chapter 4: You’re too pretty, go’way

Chapter 5: Are you alive?

Chapter 6: You look good. What happened?

Chapter 7: Where’s the helipad

Chapter 7.5: She’s formidable

Chapter 8: This is the beginning 😈 very, very tame

Chapter 9: So that happened 😈 very, very tame

Chapter 10: Let the slings and arrows commence

Chapter 11: Whatever you say, Ma

Chapter 12: Attack of the tiny flying human 😈 half a demon

Chapter 13: wip!

Begun for Sheehanksgiving 2021 || Chapter 12 begins submissions for the Year of OTP 2023 event

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