#thank u for your wisdom klaus

[amethystsoda]

"As long as one tries to take even one step toward the light, the human spirit can never truly be beaten!"

[myriadimagines]

Congrats on your milestone! Could I get an Umbrella Academy Drabble with #34? (male preferably) I’m blonde, average height. I have glasses+hazel eyes. I’m a pretty sarcastic person. I keep to myself mostly and tend to do more listening than talking unless I’m close to you. I write daily, and music holds a special place in my heart. I’m a Slytherin and Aquarius. I’m really into 70/80s fashion. My best friend says I’m not good at emoting directly and tend to show love through things/small actions

Characters: Reader x Klaus Hargreeves

Warnings: swearing

Prompt: 34. “You’re so full of shit.”

Word Count: 497

A/N: i was debating between klaus and diego but my first instinct was klaus so!! i hope u like it em!!!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

You lean your head up against the bars of the cell, eyebrows furrowing as you watch the strange interaction between your two cellmates. The one who had just gotten thrown in seemed to know of the other, who was strangely dressed with long hair and a beard. Their conversation made no sense to you, and you scoff as the man with the beard asks, “You want to sit on my seat and meditate on it? I think you should meditate on it.” 

He grabs the other man by the shoulders, in a strangely aggressive manner, pushing him onto the bed before he gets up and sits on the bench beside you. You straighten, looking him up and down as he lets out a heavy sigh, “Heavy is the head that lies the crown.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, but after a pause, you can’t help but blurt, “I’d ask what you’re in here for, but I’m almost too afraid to find out.”

He turns, raising an eyebrow at you. He snorts, before waving his hand, airily responding, “I’ll leave it up to your imagination.”

You frown, noticing the HELLO tattoo on his hand, and your gaze flickers down to his other hand, where GOODBYE is tattooed in similar, bold lettering. Your eyes widen as you suddenly recognise the man, and you splutter, “You’re that cult leader, aren’t you?”

He wrinkles his nose, shaking his head at you. “You enlighten a couple people, and suddenly everybody calls you a cult leader. I can’t believe that this is what I’ll be known for.” 

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest. “You’re so full of shit. I’ve read about you in the news — I don’t know what kind of truths you’re telling people, but you’re definitely a cult leader.”

“I take it you’re not a believer, then?” he sarcastically asks, and your lips tug into a smile. Leaning towards you, he teases, “Perhaps I could offer you a few words of wisdom to convince you otherwise.”

“No thanks.” you laugh, and the man grins at you. You relax slightly, and after a pause, you hold out your hand. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Klaus.” Klaus tells you, shaking your hand. To your surprise, he confesses, “Might I just say how refreshing it is to have a normal conversation with someone.”

He nods his head towards his fanatic, and you chuckle. Before you can respond, a police officer unlocks the cell, calling out your name, “You can go, y/n. You made bail.”

You don’t even bother asking who it was that bailed you out, figuring you’ll find out when you make it out of the precinct. Turning to Klaus, you grin, “Hope our paths cross again. And hopefully not in jail.”

“That would be ideal.” Klaus agrees. “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

And as he waves goodbye with his tattooed hands, you can’t help but feel certain that you will run into him again.