#viktor hargreeves oneshot

[lowkeyrobin]

VIKTOR HARGREEVES ; the fucking phone

summary ; viktor keeps his phone on him at all times just in case you want him again

warnings ; language, mentions of drinking, random word vomit / drabble

track ; light it up, luke bryan

word count ; 302

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He opens his eyes, checking his phone, seeing not a word from you. As per usual.

He gets so neurotic about it because he knows you're reading your phone. He's always got it on him just in case you send him a 'miss you' text.

You were drinking with your friends, pretending to have not seen his drunken rambles.

He always has that fucking phone on him just in case you want him.

'if you're looking for my love, light it up'

Cocky bastard.

He wakes up and checks it.

He showers and he checks it.

He feels a buzz, rare, in his truck and almost wrecks it.

He goes to sleep and checks it.

In the middle of the night he checks it.

He feels the buzz in his bed, and he doesn't get any rest afterward.

Trust him, he regrets that fight. It's all he can see every time he closes his eyes. Unprofessional, but he drinks with patrons just to numb himself through the night. He can't help feeling crazy for thinking you might not be all alone.

If you moved on, he still wouldn't have that fucking phone on him.

Every time he unlocks his phone, he begs with whatever higher power is out there that there's a text from you. He knows you're reading all his messages. Damn read receipts.

'hey, you okay?'

'hope you're doing okay ❤️'

'I love you'

'y/n please come ober I miss yout somhch pleass I loebe 6ou'

You can't help but feel tempted to text back everytime he tries. You try to ignore it, but as the days pass, you slowly realize you need him more than you thought.

He was the drug to your Klaus.

You're tempted to pick up that fucking phone and light it up.

'miss you vik'

[darkk-academic]

Serial Killer on Loose

[The Umbrella Academy & Reader]

Summary : Basically, Hargreeves shenanigans.

Warning : Discussion over committing murder?

“The infamous serial killer has escaped from prison—”

"Aren't they the one, Dad, caught?" Allison Hargreeves said. Tugging the attention of her siblings—all of whom with the exception of Five had been sitting in the basement kitchen together—towards the television screen.

"They escaped?" Diego spoke up just as Klaus remarked :

"Good for them."

"Klaus!" Ben chided. Hitting Klaus on the shoulder with his book.

"Guys, this could be serious," Viktor warned. Hands tugging at his jacket in a nervous gesture, he looked at his siblings. "They—"

"Viktor is right," Luther said, cutting Viktor off. "Let's not forget Dad was the one who put them in there. Their first target—"

"Could be Father dearest." Five sauntered into the basement, hands in pocket. "And quite frankly, in that case, they'd be doing us a favor."

He leaned against the couch, a derisive smile curling at his lips as he observed the looks on their faces. "No?" He raised a brow.

"Yes!" Klaus chimed. Shrugging at everyone's incredulous expression. "What? Are you guys saying you haven't thought about it even once?"

Silence enveloped them all in the face of truth.

"Well," Diego said, breaking the quiet. "At times, Dad's neck seemed like the best holder for my knives."

That was all they needed.

"I've grown poisonous plants in the greenhouse and thrown them away so many times."

"Granted, I've wanted to bash his head against the wall. Doesn't make it right—"

Five made eye contact with Klaus, sharing a victorious grin.

"Throwing hardcover books on his head until it turns into a pulp."

"Use my bow on his carotid artery as though it's a string."

Their heads snapped in the direction of Ben and Viktor. Brows raised in surprise at the violent methods they'd described, it was so unlike them to be this…severe.

"There's a limit to what one can endure," Ben stated, defensive.

Nodding his head, "What he said," Viktor agreed.

Allison held up her hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

They turned to Five, expectant.

He hummed. "Cutlery during dinner, his fucking whistle when we train, flower vases—" he started to count on his fingers, eyes squinting in consideration. "—the chandeliers, the gun in his study, the pen he scribbles with in his diary, his tie." He stared them in the eye, lips upturned. "All look positively inviting in his presence."

"Well damn," Diego huffed a laugh.

"Damn, indeed," Ben affirmed. Nudging Klaus with his shoulder, he questioned, "What about you?"

Klaus stretched, groaning dramatically. He sighed, gaze darting between his siblings, letting them stew in suspense for a few moments. "Waiting for you guys to act on your fantasies, of course." He grinned.

In unison, they groaned. Ben hit him with his book as Viktor facepalmed.

"Guys…" Luther, who'd been silent, finally, spoke up. Eyes scanning the room, he leaned towards the circle of his siblings. "Do you guys really want to…" He whispered, sounding almost scandalized.

"Want to what?" Allison prompted. "Neutralize the threat?"

"Dispose the garbage?" Viktor suggested.

"Do the world a favor?" Ben added.

"Have him mown down?" Klaus clapped, bouncing on the couch in eagerness.

"Commit homicide?" Diego proposed.

"Patricide would be the apt word," Five corrected.

"When has he ever acted like a father?" Viktor scoffed, shaking his head.

"Guys!" Klaus exclaimed. "He's got a word, especially made for him." He laughed, gaze flickering between his siblings as he stayed silent for the dramatic effect.

Diego rolled his eyes at his brother's antics. "Spit it out."

"Regicide!"

"That means killing a king," Ben said, exasperated.

"And it gives him far too much respect," Five stated further.

"King and him?" Luther joined in, surprising them all. "As if."

A beat passed.

Then they all burst into guffaws.

"Oh, Luther," Klaus intoned, wiping away a tear. "Look at you, all grown—"

It was at that moment that the lights went out, and the telephone started ringing.

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A/N :

Saw this prompt, it was something along the lines of, "Serial killer on loose, except when they threaten the targets, the targets are like—'Alright, hurry up.' and they all turn out to be so traumatized that the killer ends up sitting them all down and acting like their therapist."

It's kinda like that, but with a twist. There's one more part. Anyways—

Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Thankyou! ❤️

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Viktor Hargreeves

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The Consequences of Going too Far

By pupeez4eva

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 1,613 words

Summary: Apparently bringing up the fact that Vanya wasn't the first person Luther had choked out was a good enough distraction to get her out of that cell. Now Klaus just has to stop Diego from killing Luther.

My thoughts: Again, another season 1 fic, so Viktor is still currently being called Vanya. He's only there for like a hot second anyway, this fic is specifically about shitting on Luther for strangling Klaus.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

A Quiet Entrance

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Nine months after landing in Dallas, Texas during the 1960s, Diego is finally reunited with the rest of his family. They've got a lot to deal with until they're safe and they've got a lot of curveballs coming to them, but they can handle it because they're back together again. Warnings: Pregnant trans character, graphically described childbirth, mentions of mental distress, and period typical transphobia Word Count: 11,618 Ship(s): Diego Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: If you've noticed that I'm writing more fics like this, it's because my mutual poked me into watching Call the Midwife and it reignited my special interest surrounding childbirth and pregnancy, so I am combining it with my current fandom obsession. I hope that you guys can enjoy some of these, because there's going to be quite a few of them as time goes on. Thanks for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

After making sure that all four of his already found siblings were listening to him, Five began to explain the situation that they were in. “I dumped you here without permission and we got the attention of the Commission, unfortunately. The Handler has been trying to do something nefarious with it since I joined and she’s using the fact that you’re all here as a way to continue doing that. I went back to the Commission and agreed to stop messing with time and keep certain things a secret as long as they helped me keep all of you safe. They’ve agreed to let us use one of their old safehouses. It’s one of the ones that The Handler isn’t aware of, so I’m sending you all there so that you can be safe.”

He had tried to make it so that his statement left no room for arguments. He didn’t want to spend an unknown amount of time poking, prodding, and reassuring them that it was okay and the right thing for them to do. He just wanted to make sure that the five remaining siblings he had were safe and tucked away until he could return them back to the world that they deserved.

Luther, however, seemed to have not gotten the message. Five should have suspected that he would be the biggest problem out of all of his siblings since their father had reassured him over and over again that he was the leader. “You’re going to go after that entire organization by yourself? Don’t you need the rest of us to help you?”

The oldest-youngest brother shook his head. “I don’t. I’m only going after The Handler and I’ve been given permission to use some of the other agents if I need any help. The thing that is going to help me most is having you all out of the way so that I don’t have to worry about you fucking up the timeline more. The Commission wants you out of the way as well. Two of you have tried to mess with the Kennedy assassination and the other two have made huge ripples in the culture of Dallas and the world as a whole.”

Diego pursed his lips and then folded his arms moodily over his chest as he sank down in his chair. Luther looked a little bit guilty and began to fidget impatiently. Allison let out a huffy noise and rolled her eyes, obviously not having any remorse for the ripples that she had sent through the timeline. Klaus just laughed as he lounged back on the couch that he was already sitting on.

“Do you understand?” Five asked as he looked out over all of his siblings. “If you all continue with what you’ve been doing until I got here then there’s the chance that the Commission will decide that you need to die anyway. You all have to go to the safehouse and stay there until I come to get you.”

Allison spoke up before the rest of them had the chance to, “Are we allowed to go back and say goodbye to any of the people that we loved?”

“No,” Five shook his head. “Not right now. Maybe if you’re all good and you’ve done what I’ve asked I can accompany you back so that you can say goodbye before we got back to where we’re supposed to be.”

She didn’t seem content with that answer, but she also didn’t pitch a big fuss. Five walked his siblings down the stairs so that they were near the car that Eliot had before he had been killed by the Swedes under The Handler’s instruction. “I want you to all go to this address and find Viktor. He’s going by his old name and working as a nanny for the family that lives at this address,” he didn’t bother to explain how he knew that as he wrote the information down and then handed the slip of paper over to Diego.

The aforementioned brother’s face was overcome with a kind of emotion that none of them had ever seen from him before. His brows were furrowed together and his mouth was in a pinched line. He walked to the other side of the car and then got in the front behind the wheel while waiting for the rest of his siblings to follow suit.

As soon as the present Hargreeves, with the exception of Five, had sat down in the car, he started it up. A flash of blue told him that Five had gone off to wherever he was finishing his business, so he pulled out of the driveway to go to the address they had been given.

Klaus struck up a conversation about halfway out of the city and towards the farm where their last brother was living. It was easy to fall into the pattern that they had grown up in, listening to him say something and then groaning or pointing out the inaccuracies in it. This time, even Luther joined in. Diego felt himself relaxing as he thought back to some of the more comforting memories that he had of when they were younger.

The tension and stress that he had felt before were back as soon as they pulled down the dirt driveway of the farm where Viktor was living. There were tire tracks down the path, but no car in front of the barn or beside the house which meant that someone had probably gone out.

Diego hung back in the car while the rest of the siblings piled out. He had a lot of emotions that he had to sort through concerning the brother that they had come to pick up, the least of which being the guilt that was boiling in his stomach at not coming to rescue Viktor from what might have been a very bad situation.

He stepped out after a moment, knowing that he couldn’t run away from it. He turned and then felt like his breath was stolen from his lungs in the best way possible.

His relationship with Viktor had been complicated from the very beginning of their lives, there was no alternative with the way that they had been raised. As they got older and began to come into themselves more as people, it had gotten even more twisted and confusing. He had always thought that the violinist was beautiful, but something had changed since they had last seen each other and the radiance of the other man had seemingly increased tenfold.

Viktor was standing next to a laundry line where he was picking up garments from a basket and then pinning them down so that they flapped dry in the breeze. He was wearing a long blue summer dress that brushed across his ankles and tightened up at the waist. The sleeves were simple and stopped at his mid-forearm with a looseness that allowed for work to be done easily. His hair was cut short again, like it had been right after they left the Academy and formed their short-lived band.

Something about the way that he was standing in the hot Dallas sun, the spring breeze wrapped around him, made him look more beautiful and ethereal that Diego had ever seen him look before. He could only see the side of Viktor’s face and yet the healthy glow that he had acquired since arriving in the past was evident. He was beautiful in the same way that he always had been, handsome yet soft, but at the same time different. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was off of the medication that he had been on his entire life and was finally able to feel his own feelings, but as soon as Viktor turned Diego knew that it wasn’t just that.

“Viktor?” Allison called, quickly getting the attention of their brother.

He turned around and his beautiful brown eyes welled up with tears. They didn’t even hang on his lashes as they often had when they were all children, back when his emotions were being suffocated by the medication that Reginald had kept him on since they were four. “Allison?” he asked.

The siblings had all been getting ready to approach their brother so that they could have a conversation without shouting, but as soon as he turned around they all stopped. He had one hand extended out over the top of a basket that was overflowing with wet laundry and clothespins, but the other one was what they were paying attention to. Even if it hadn’t been placed where it was, the object of their fascination would have been very obvious.

Viktor’s stomach was rounded out from underneath his chest all the way down to between his hips. It looked firm and not at all proportionate to what it would have been had the small man just gained some weight. The hand placed on the very bottom of his stomach made it even more obvious because it cut the dress so that the fabric was tightly formed around him. It was very blatant that he was pregnant.

Diego felt like he was frozen in place as soon as that finally clicked in his brain. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he saw the man that he had so much history with before that had been thrown into the equation, but now any ideas that he had were completely thrown out the window. 

The rest of the siblings seemed to be similarly astounded that the bringer of the apocalypse, their timid little brother, was harboring a life inside of him. They were just as frozen as Diego and so Viktor had to be the one to make the first move. He dropped the basket of laundry so that they tumbled down onto the packed dirt and grass. He didn’t care as he hurried, as quickly as he could with the heavy weight on his abdomen, towards the siblings he was worried he would never see again.

He paused when he was finally in front of Allison, a mere foot away. “You’re okay?” he asked, his hand twitching at his side as he thought about whether or not it would be okay for him to reach out and touch her.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay,” Allison immediately nodded. She lurched forward so that she was hugging her brother, saving him from having to make the decision. Viktor had been crying the entire time that he had been getting closer to her, but as soon as her arms were around him he began to sob loudly.

“I’m so sorry that all happened and then I wasn’t even there to make sure that you were okay. I tried to get back to you but then my powers they- they just took over so I couldn’t think anymore and then I woke up in Dallas and I didn’t even know if any of you were out here,” Viktor gasped around sobs.

“Shh, shh,” Allison immediately soothed. She brushed her hand over the back of his head in the same way that Grace had often done when they were younger. She placed a kiss on his forehead and Diego felt a spike of jealousy flare up inside of him as he wanted to be doing that, though he quickly stamped it down as he remembered all of the feelings he had nine months ago when they were in their own timeline.

Allison pulled back then, brushed her fingers over her own eyes to rid them of the tears. “You shouldn’t be all worked up when you’re in this condition,” she sniffled.

Viktor laughed as the hand that wasn’t on Allison’s shoulder, reassuring him that his sister was really there and really okay, moved to his stomach. He rubbed a circle and then settled it back where it had been while he was working with the clothesline.

One of the other siblings slipped out of their surprise then as Klaus walked over to the smallest of the brothers. He wrapped one of his long arms around the violinist’s waist and brought him in to a half hug, “I never thought that we’d see you in a dress again, mein bruder.”

The aforementioned brother let out a half laugh, sounded absolutely exasperated despite how little Klaus had said so far. “How about you try being nine months pregnant in the beginning of Dallas summer and then tell me if you want to be wearing jeans?”

Klaus laughed, tossing his head back so that the black hat that was perched on the edge of his head tumbled back into the grass along with the laundry. “At least you don’t have much longer to go. When is baby supposed to come?” Klaus asked. 

His hand moved over to Viktor’s stomach but Allison quickly hit it off. “Klaus! Never touch a pregnant person’s stomach without permission. Just because they’re carrying a baby doesn’t mean that they don’t get to have autonomy and consent anymore.”

The violinist quickly soothed the argument before it could really get started. “Allison, Klaus never asks when he touches someone so it isn’t like this is a pregnancy specific thing.” He then turned towards his brother with a small smile, “I am getting very close to my due date. We’re not sure when exactly because it took a while for me to remember again and then I couldn’t quite figure out conception dates because of how the time travel worked.”

“Remember?” Luther asked. He walked out from where he was standing next to the car so that he was closer to the rest of his siblings. Viktor tensed up a little bit and the wind picked up, but then he took a deep breath and everything settled again.

“I was dumped into a back alleyway when I got here. I was really disoriented because of the kinds of things that my powers had done to my head. I stumbled out into the road and someone hit me with their car,” he explained. “I actually work for her family, she’s been kind enough to let me stay here even with the baby on the way.”

“You were hit with a car?” Allison gasped.

“Yes, but don’t worry! She stopped as soon as she could so it basically just threw me down to the ground. I didn’t break any bones and the baby wasn’t hurt at all. I had a concussion for a little while and some scrapes but we’re both fine,” Viktor immediately soothed. He then flushed a little, no doubt ashamed that he had assumed they were worried about his and his baby’s health because of how he had been treated when they were younger.

Diego felt like he was suffocating, like the air around him was slowly seeping out. It reminded him of some of the training that he had done when he was younger, back when Reginald was trying to figure out if his breath-holding applied to anything other than world. His chest was beating up in his ears so that it made it hard to hear what his siblings were saying, but he was also hanging off of every word. His thoughts were rolling over and over in his head as he tried to figure out conception dates on his own.

“We should get going. Five said that we had to go straight to the safehouse after we picked him up,” Luther said as he glanced back towards Diego, who was still hanging back at the car.

The look got Viktor’s attention back in that direction as well. His eyes widened when he noticed that the brother he had been closest to as teenagers was there as well. He ducked his head down, though without the curtain of hair that he had all the way up until their sixteenth birthday, it was hard for him to hide the way that he was feeling. His eyes were wide and the tips of his cheeks were colored red with a nervous flush. Diego had seen that look a lot back when they were trying to, futilely, get their band off of the ground.

“Safehouse?” Viktor asked.

Klaus let out a sigh as he got ready to explain, “Our dear Fivey has been very busy since he dumped us here. He only got into Dallas about three days ago and he’s been working rather tirelessly to find us all. We were all dumped in different times because of how messy his powers are. Apparently we caught some nasty attention and so now he’s having to squirrel us away while he gets it all cleaned up and we get to go back home.”

“I can’t leave just yet. I told Sissy that I would get some chores done around the house and she might worry if she comes back and I’m just gone,” Viktor shook his head. He detached himself from Klaus and Allison as he slowly made his way back over to where the laundry basket was. Diego noticed, with affection swelling his heart, that Viktor had a little bit of a waddle now because of the size of the baby. 

“Here, let me get that,” Allison quickly said as she moved past him and gathered the laundry up from the ground. She winced when she saw that one of the shirts had spilled out into a patch of mud and was now soaked. She placed that over one arm while she put the rest of the laundry back where it went and then handed it to Viktor.

“Thank you, I can’t reach stuff that falls as much as I used to. I refuse to be one of those people that just doesn’t pick things like that up because it’s harder, but it’s nice not having to do it every time,” he laughed as he took the basket. He turned back to his siblings. “Can you let me finish up the chores I need to do around the house and pack up some things?”

He was taking everything in better stride than they thought that he would given what their last interactions had been like. It was kind of hard to believe that the brother that they had seen up on that stage, bathed in white energy while trying his very best to kill everyone coming too close to him, was the same that was standing here. The Viktor that they had seen the last time they were all together was all blue-hued and cold while this one was full of rosy golden warmth.

Diego spoke up before anyone else had the chance to. His words had been stuck in his throat, much like his body had been stuck in place. “We have time, you can pack.”

From a few feet away from the car, between the vehicle and their pregnant brother, Luther whirled around with wide eyes. Despite his reluctance to help Five in the saving of the world earlier that day, he seemed to have jumped on it now. The idea of letting someone have more time than the rest of them also seemed to tick off Allison, but she didn’t say anything about it. 

Viktor turned to face Diego for a moment, his eyes full of nearly-unreadable emotion. When they had been working together on starting their band, before Diego had flunked the police academy and blown away in the wind like bad dandelion seeds, the marksman had gotten very good at reading those emotions. He had to be since Viktor was shy and quiet and rarely ever spoke what he was thinking. “Thank you,” he whispered. He turned back around to his work so that he could finish hanging up the wet laundry on the line.

The lone girl of the family sent a half-pissed look at her brother, which just confirmed that the pregnancy was the only reason she wasn’t fighting against his decision the way that Luther was. She walked over to their brother and took the basket from him so that she could help him. Viktor was pulling garments out and then pinning them to the line while she trailed slowly after him while keeping the basket steady.

“What the Hell, Diego?” Luther demanded as he stormed back over towards his brother. 

“You didn’t even want to save the world the last time that Five came to ask you for help,” Diego snarled.

“Why does he get more time than the rest of us to wrap up his shit? Five said that we had to get to the safehouse as quickly as possible because of the danger that the Commission is posing to us right now. If we stick around for too long they might figure out where we are,” Luther argued. 

Diego felt a flare of anger burning up inside of him. He thought that he had left those kinds of feelings behind when he had dropped into this world. Despite the barbaric treatments of people in 1960s mental institutions, some of the things that he had talked about while in therapy had helped him with some of his issues. He had a couple of sessions of therapy under his belt before he even got there, so he just built their basic suggestions on the more modern ones he already knew. He had worked very hard to try and get over the issues that he had with his brother, to ration that it was their father that had turned them against each other like that.

He had forgiven Luther around the fourth month of being in the institution. The more that the other man was pushing this specific issue, the less he wanted to keep on that streak. “Because he’s fucking pregnant, Luther! You weren’t around him enough to see how much being forced to pretend that he was a girl messed him up. Pregnancy in the 1960s isn’t going to be fucking nice to him so we have to be gentle for two different reasons. I don’t think you want anything bad happening to him or the baby, do you, Luther?” he snapped.

“Something bad is going to happen to him, Diego!” Luther shouted. “There are dangerous people out there with guns that are going to hurt him, the baby, and the rest of us if they catch us!”

“They’re going to have to fucking wait until Viktor feels safe enough to go anywhere! I’m not going to push our pregnant brother into doing something he isn’t comfortable with,” he was basically seething at that point. They were going to be going back and forth like that for a while longer before one of them got bored and stopped fighting. It was something that they had done often when they were younger and were pushed against each other by their father. It was something that he often goaded them into and they fell into very easily. Diego also needed to burn off some of his anxiety and the other feelings that were swirling in his gut.

Meanwhile, Klaus had wandered off to talk with Viktor and Allison. “So what have you been doing since your little ending-the-world rendezvous?” he asked as he snagged one of the clothespins to play with.

The pregnant man pursed his lips and shrank down into himself. Allison opened her mouth to object over their brother bringing up that topic, but she was shut down before she really got to, “I’ve just been living here. Like I said earlier, Sissy hit me with her car and then brought me to the hospital. I had a pretty bad concussion and had no idea who I was so they brought me back with them to take care of me since I didn’t match up with any missing person’s reports. My memory slowly came back and we tried to reach out to you guys but I was too pregnant to get a job so that I could get an apartment. I work as a nanny here so that Sissy can focus on the farm.”

“They’re not working you too hard, are they?” Allison asked, her eyes drifting down specifically to Viktor’s domed stomach.

He chuckled and placed a hand on his swollen bump. “No, they’re not. I mainly do household chores and watch after Harlan. My midwife said that getting the exercise that I do is actually good for me and the baby. Makes it so they can grow up to be healthy and strong. Also means that I’m not liable to go into labor sooner than I’m supposed to,” he grabbed the last garment from the bag and then took the basket from Allison.

Viktor turned back towards the car, trying to catch some kind of a glance at Diego, when he saw the two brothers fighting. “Allison, why don’t you go see if you can talk Luther down and then send Diego into the house with me? We need to talk.”

He didn’t give them any room to argue as he drifted back into the house to finish up the remainder of his chores before he had to leave. Klaus and Allison glanced at each other knowingly before doing as they had been asked.

The back door that Viktor had just come through slowly opened and then closed as Diego walked through it into the kitchen. Viktor was placing the shirt that had gotten dirty when the basket fell back into the washing machine so that it could be washed with the next load. He set the basket down on the ground next to it and then slowly pushed himself up into a standing positon, one hand going to his back for extra support.

“Allison said that you had something you wanted to talk to me about,” Diego said softly as he walked over to one of the counters in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I do,” Viktor nodded. He turned around to that they could have their conversation face-to-face but then paused as he felt the burning, searing pain beginning to grow in his back. He placed his hand on the wall to support himself as he took in a deep breath through his nose. The muscles along his spine tightened painfully and then wrapped around his gravid belly for a solid thirty seconds before they all released. The pain fled and he was flushed with endorphins before he remembered everything that was happening. “Um, would you mind making another tally under the four on that paper for me since it’s behind you?”

Diego had been staring at him the entire time that he had been standing there, he was able to feel the other man’s eyes boring into his very being. It was only after he said something that the spell or captivation that had been placed on him was finally broken. He turned around to grab the paper and pencil that had been requested of him before he paused. “Viktor, what is this?” he asked.

“It’s just something that my midwife asked me to keep. A log book of all my false labor contractions to make sure that nothing is wrong with baby,” he replied. “Which is kind of what I need to talk to you about.”

“False labor?” Diego asked, trying to play stupid to give himself more time to process the information on the paper. It was broken up into seven sections, each with several numbers spread evenly throughout. Underneath each number was a certain amount of tallies, with some being more frequent and most of them being devoid of the marks altogether. The one at the bottom that was marked with their current date was what had caught his attention, however. The tallies increased as the day got later, to the point where there were already five in the column underneath the four. 

“No, the baby,” Viktor shook his head. He snagged the paper and then set a tally mark down where it needed to be. “I know that you and I haven’t always had the… most stable relationship,” he winced.

Diego snorted, “You could say that.”

“Do you remember right when we found out that Dad died? You got distracted when you were doing your whole Batman-thing and came to me to get patched up, like you always did. And we…” his ears were burning red as he fully trailed off.

The memories of that night came flooding back to them both. It was like whenever they were seated that close together, on the poorly tiled floor of Viktor’s tiny bathroom, something drew them even closer. They had become intertwined as they had many times before, but they had become so giddy with the news of their father’s death that they had forgotten to be as careful as they usually were. It had resulted in them having to shower to get all of the blood from Diego’s cut off of them and Viktor complaining under his breath about having to pick up a Plan B on his way to work the next morning.

“I never did it. I was late going to orchestra and then the funeral happened and now…” he placed his hand on his swollen stomach.

“Are you saying…?” Diego felt his eyes widen as the words got stuck in his throat. That had happened so often when they were younger and Viktor had always been the most patient about it, struggling with his own words more often than not. The thought had flit across his mind as soon as he had seen the state that his adoptive brother was in, but he pushed it away quickly after reminding himself that nothing good ever happened to him.

Viktor nodded, tears welling in his dark brown eyes. “I think so. I- there’s a chance that it could be Harold’s because we weren’t… there was a time, right after my powers went haywire when Allison triggered me with her rumor that he… and I didn’t really have the brain space to be able to tell him that I didn’t want to or that he had to use a condom,” he gave a shudder. 

Immediately upon hearing that, the amazement and wonder was replaced with burning rage. He had already felt a huge surge of protectiveness over his pseudo-lover when they found the body of the poor woman who had first chair violin in Viktor’s orchestra, but knowing that the murder had taken advantage of Viktor during a vulnerable time in his life made his blood boil. Diego had often initiated forceful sex and kissed without asking first, but he had always immediately backed off without any attempt at coercion when he had been told no. 

He was brought out of some of the darker thoughts when he watched Viktor wiping at his face with both of his calloused hands. “Sorry. I haven’t been able to think about it much during the pregnancy, I’ve kind of decided that they’re yours already because I can’t bare the idea that he could have gotten me pregnant on top of everything else.”

Diego’s hand twitched at his side and he slowly brought it up to Viktor’s stomach, giving the other man ample opportunity to say that he didn’t want it. Instead, Viktor reached up and took his wrist so that he could lay Diego’s palm flat against his stomach, right above his belly button. “I had sex with you first and we know for a fact that you were ovulating then and we didn’t use protection. The chances are pretty damn high that this baby is mine,” he whispered.

Normally he wouldn’t have been able to say something like that because it all would have felt too overwhelming. While he always wanted to be a father, a child was a big responsibility and having a baby suddenly dumped on his lap when he didn’t have any time to think and panic about it made him want to throw himself into a lake and live there eternally. The impulse didn’t plague him now, though, because he knew that Viktor needed that reassurance. The baby would be born soon, especially if Viktor’s midwife was right about due dates, and he needed to be strong for the blossoming family and the man that he loved.

Diego took a deep breath as he leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. It was an intimate gesture that used to be very common for them, back when they were playing small gigs in the back of pizza parlors and abandoned garages. Viktor had always been nervous, even when he was back on the medication that their father had given him, and that was one of the only ways that would properly soothe his nerves. “It’s a lot to take in, huh?” Diego asked.

He felt like he was going to shake apart at the seams as his brain really began to process everything that had happened. One day it felt like he was going about his normal life, working as a janitor in a gym by day and being a vigilante at night. The next his father was dead, he had some of the best sex of his life, and then he was at his father’s wake. Everything after that, finding out that Viktor had powers, that his sort-of lover was dating someone new, that someone turning out to be an obsessive murderer, watching his mother die twice, watching his childhood home crumble, being forced to sit silently as Viktor begged him to let him out of the cage they had locked him in, and then watching powers none of them understood taking over their brother. That had all been before the time travel, the asylum, the second end of the world, and everything that had happened with Lila.

Now he was standing in a stranger’s kitchen, trying to work through all of those events while also processing that it was very likely he would be a father before the week ended.

“I don’t think I’ve had the chance to process it all since it began. I was back here and then I was pregnant and I had that to worry about. Still do, and then I’ll have the baby. But there’s always time for a panic attack later, right?” he chuckled.

Diego cracked a smile at that. Despite the nervous energy that was thrumming through his body because of everything happening around him, that nod back to their band days helped him feel immensely better. It wasn’t something that they had enjoyed at the time and it had worried him then, but now it made him feel warm. It reminded him of back when they thought that they had a chance for the future, that they would never hurt each other because they understood the other too well. That hadn’t lasted long because Diego was shit at managing his life and had a mean mouth to boot, but he had changed a lot since then. 

“Yeah, there will be time for panic attacks later,” he murmured as he rubbed his hand over the swollen bump on his brother’s abdomen. The idea that their child was inside of the smaller man, nestled away from the world and safely growing until they could make their debut was the most exciting and terrifying thing that Diego had ever thought about.

He felt a small kick to his hand just as Viktor’s face fell from the delicate smile he had been wearing. He let out a small hum in the back of his throat as his spare hand moved away from Diego's shoulder and to his back, supporting him through another one of the pains. 

Diego kept one hand on Viktor’s bump while the other moved to support his brother. They slowly walked over to the dining room table a few feet away from the kitchen. He helped Viktor lower himself down until he was leaning back in the chair, finally sitting down and off his feet. “So I’m not exactly an expert on this, but I don’t think that false labor contractions happen this often,” he gestured with his head over to the note that he had snagged on their way to the chair.

“I’m not in labor,” Viktor shook his head. “When my midwife came to the house yesterday she said that I still had a couple of days. Nothing is on the move yet, so we should have plenty of time for Five to finish doing whatever it is that he needs to get done.”

There was no argument in his voice and Diego was too worn out from having all of the information dumped on him to try and find the words. He merely added another tally underneath the hour and sat with Viktor until the other man felt steady enough to get back up. “Do you think that you could help me with some of the packing? I’ve already done most of the chores that Sissy asked me to do while she was away.”

“Of course,” Diego replied. He was standing and helping Viktor to his feet in an instant. Knowing that the other man still loved him, at least in some way even if it wasn’t the more direct way that he had been hoping for, had directed some of his attention away from all of his other thoughts. He had been of the opinion that the fathers-to-be that were obsessed with their spouses when they were expecting had been cheesy and unrealistic. He had never been around someone that was pregnant all the way from the beginning to the end when he was that young, but his opinion had stayed the same as he got older. He had figured that nothing much could change in the way that someone loved just because their partner was pregnant. He now knew better than that, because he felt completely enamored with Viktor now that he knew the other man was responsible for making him a father.

“Just through here,” Viktor explained as he waddled towards the living room. The couch had a stack of blankets and pillows carefully made up on one side and there was a suitcase full of clothes next to the chair. 

Diego felt his mouth flicker down into a frown. He was grateful that this family had taken in Viktor when he needed them but he wished that it had been a slightly better situation. If the apocalypse hadn’t happened Diego might not have been able to offer Viktor a better place to stay himself, but at least in their own time the pregnant man had his own apartment and an actual bed to sleep on.

“Where’s the baby stuff?” Diego asked as he searched for it.

“Under the couch. It’s bigger than you think,” Viktor chuckled. He walked over and hefted the suitcase up onto the chair so that he could flick it open and look through it. It was full of clothes from throughout his pregnancy, though there weren’t a lot of garments in there. It was about half full with a half dozen pairs of pants, three button ups and a pair of overalls. There was plenty of room for him to move the baby clothes that he hadn’t prepared yet into it.

Diego slid everything that had been nestled underneath the couch out and then began to help Viktor fold them and get them packed away. The smaller man had another two contractions while they were working but waved away Diego’s little concerned noises every time.

Eventually, the domesticity of the situation was interrupted by another one of their siblings. They had been in the house for longer than they thought and the others were beginning to get worried that they were hanging around for too long. “How’s it going in here?” Allison asked as she looked over the baby clothes that they were sorting through. It was two full boxes worth of clothing items, everything that Sissy had saved from when Harlan was born and a few that they had gotten just in case the baby was a girl.

“Good,” Viktor smiled. He turned towards her to give her more details but then stopped as he felt another one of the building pains. Diego was on his feet in an instant, allowing Viktor to use the other man’s hands so that he could stay upright and steady. 

Their sister turned towards Diego and their eyes met. A whole conversation exchanged between them in the silence of Viktor’s contraction. “Are you in labor?” she asked, keeping her voice low and compassionate as she walked over to help keep him steady.

“No,” the smaller man objected. He stood up straight with a little grunt in the back of his throat and then a splattering noise sounded through the room.

Allison let out a little giggle as she said, “I think that baby is determined to prove you wrong. Unless you just peed yourself, I think that was your water breaking.”

He slowly tilted his head down so that he could see the growing puddle of water in the middle of the living room. Despite being nine months pregnant, he had never had an issue with his bladder other than feeling like had to pee more often. He was also aware enough of his own body to know that the clear fluid leaking out of him certainly wasn’t urine. “I thought that I was going to have more time…”

Another silent conversation passed between the other siblings. Diego grasped Viktor’s elbow with one hand and placed a hand on his back with the other. “Come on, we can go out to the car and wait there while people finish up here,” he said softly.

“Wouldn’t it be a better idea for me to go out to the car with him? I’ve had a baby before,” Allison argued. 

“That’s why I need you in here,” Viktor replied as he nodded towards his suitcase. “You know more about baby clothes than Diego does. He can sit with me in the car and hold my hand or whatever people are supposed to do when they’re around other people in labor.”

She looked like she wanted to protest, but he had made a good point. Instead of wasting what little time that they had before the baby got there and it was a lot harder to get to the safehouse, she gathered up the items from the couch and basically forced them into Diego’s arms. The duo were then shepherded out of the backdoor and towards the car so that Viktor would have a semi-stationary place to labor.

Klaus and Luther were talking about something amongst the white sheets that were now billowing in the hot desert wind, but Viktor didn’t really pay much attention to either of them. He had been so wrapped up in his feelings and everything that was happening before his water broke that he barely noticed when the contractions came and went. Now that the protective bubble of the amniotic fluid had left and he was focusing on how soon he was going to meet his baby, everything felt a lot more present. He had to pause every time that he got one of the pains, which was thankfully only once as they made their way out of the house and to the car.

They paused in their conversation to watch the slow way that Viktor was walking while almost clutching at his stomach. He was sure that the lower half of his sun dress was almost soaked with the fluid that was still trickling down his leg when he moved the wrong way. He tried not to think about it too much because the idea that he was going to give birth soon was almost too much for him to handle.

Diego opened up the back of the car and then carefully helped Viktor into it. The only section of the vehicle that Luther fit in, they found out, was the trunk, so even though Viktor would have more maneuverability back there, it was off limits so that they could get the entire family to the safehouse. 

The marksman laid down one the blankets on the backseat and then another in the footwell so that there was some cushion no matter how he decided he needed to be. “Can you run back into the house and get some more towels? I have a baby blanket but that’s not going to be of any use to us until baby is at least a little bit clean. Especially since we have no idea what this house Five is stashing us at is like,” he explained.

Diego looked a little anxious at the idea of having to leave his heavily pregnant and laboring partner, but he also knew better than to argue. He slipped out of the backseat, but thankfully he didn’t have to go far. The other two had been watching the interaction that they were having and slowly drifting over. Diego explained about the contractions and how Viktor’s water had broken when they were in the house, which only served to make Luther look a little pale and clammy. “Can one of you go get some towels? It sucks that we have to steal from this family but it’s not like we want this baby to be born with nothing if this house Five is sending us to ends up being empty.”

Klaus immediately agreed, turning and rushing off to do as he had been asked. Luther slowly trailed after Diego as the marksman returned to his lover. He paused when he got about a yard away from the car, turning to look around like attackers could be coming from anywhere. It was a little silly since Five had guaranteed that they’d be safe for a few hours while they drove to the house, but anything that made him feel better was getting a pass in Diego’s book. 

It took about ten minutes for them to all be ready to go. Viktor was in the backseat with his forearms pressed together on the backseat of the car, kneeling down in the footwell behind the front. Diego was right beside him with a bowl of water snuggled up to the door and the crease in the seat so it didn’t spill. He would douse a cloth in it and then either use it to wet Viktor’s lips or run it over the back of his neck to keep him cool. It was kind of beautiful and terrifying to see what his lover was going through to bring their baby into the world.

Eventually Allison and Klaus both came out of the house. The suitcase full of things that Viktor would need for the newborn was placed into the trunk alongside the towels and the kit that the midwife had dropped off for his delivery. Klaus was driving and Allison was sitting in the passgender’s seat, though there had been a brief argument about who should be the one sitting beside Viktor.

None of their siblings knew about their band or what their relationship had been like after Five left and Ben died, when they could only find solace and companionship between the two of them. Allison’s argument for her being back with him was that she had been in labor and delivered before, but Klaus was quick to chime in and tell her that she had a c-section so she wasn’t really going to be a huge help during the delivery part. 

Viktor barely even noticed anything had changed when the car started moving. Despite not having done it for most of his life, Klaus was fairly good at driving so even the transition down the long dirt driveway away from the farm was fairly smooth. They drove through the endless streets as they tried to get to the safehouse that Five had set up for them. Allison sat so that her back was pressed to the door and she could see both out of the windshield and her laboring brother, which was the only way that she allowed Diego to stay in the back with him. 

“He’s so quiet,” she whispered after almost half an hour of driving. Viktor had been swaying back and forth and breathing rhythmically the entire time, which made it very hard for her to time how close his contractions were.

“I thought that the screaming and shouting and throwing things during labor was a stupid movie trope,” Luther piped up from the back. He was nervously worrying a blanket in between his fingers to try and settle down. He kept checking behind them like he was suddenly going to see the FBI and Commission coming to chase them down, as though they didn’t look like any other family trying to get where they needed to go before a baby came into the world.

Allison moved her hand back and forth. “Yes and no. I didn’t tell Patrick that I hated him or I never wanted to have sex with him again when I had Claire but I still made noise. Contractions are probably the most painful thing that I’ve ever been through,” she explained.

Viktor was lulled by the sounds of his families’ voices all around him. He had always wanted to be surrounded by their love and warmth and he had been denied that for so long when he was younger. It was nice to be around them when he already felt so zeroed in and focused on what was happening. His brain was fuzzy and distant like it had been when his powers took over his body, but in a much different was. The only thing that he could focus on was the steadily raising tide of pain and pressure. Each wave would overcome him for about thirty seconds and then recede before the next one came in. He could feel every distinctive thing happening in his body as his baby stilled and made their descent into the birth canal.

His body had basically taken over the entire situation. He didn’t feel like he had to worry because Diego was a steady, constant presence beside him and his other siblings were all within grabbing reach. He could just focus on the pressure low in his pelvis and the steady descent of his baby.

He leaned forward and shifted so that he was up on his feet instead of his knees. It spread his pelvis at least a little bit wider, which was much more comfortable now that he was at this point in his labor. Viktor grasped the blanket that Diego had spread out over the seat of the car so that his knuckles had turned almost white as he felt the overwhelming urge to bear down. He wasn’t going to deny his body what it wanted after years of his life being consumed by only that alone. He also wasn’t sure that he was physically capable of resisting the urge.

Almost as soon as he had made the choice to start pushing, the pressure was alleviated off of him entirely. It was enough of a relief that he let out a small whimper when he breathed out after the contraction passed.

“You doing okay, V?” Diego asked as he brought the cloth over. He had wrung it out so that he could place the entire thing over Viktor’s head and cool him down. It did the trick as the water weighted down his feathery brown locks just enough that his scalp was bathed with cool.

Viktor turned his head to the side so that he could meet his lover’s eyes. He gave him a tired smile and said, “Yeah, s’just a lot.”

“You know that you can cry out, right?” Allison asked, reaching over so that she could rub his back with one hand. “We know that it hurts. No one is going to get mad at you for making noise while your body literally prepares to birth a child.”

He gave a small nod as he returned back to what he had been doing before. He wasn’t making noise not because he was scared to, but because the pain didn’t seem all that terrible to him when his mind was as fuzzy as his was. The pressure was what was wearing him out since he dealt with low level pain almost every single day. The steady movement on his back was just the right amount of stimulation that he needed to keep his body from freaking out. It was something to focus on other than the baby’s head slowly descending down his birth canal.

The tension in the car was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. They were all worried about being able to make it to the safe house that Five had set up for them in the time that he had given them to show up. Luther was basically staring out of the back window like he was going to be able to summon a monster for him to fight just to get his nerves to settle down. Klaus was focusing on driving, though he kept muttering to someone that none of the rest of them could see. Diego was focused mainly on Viktor, but images of having to fight while his boyfriend was giving birth to their child alone kept flashing through his mind and it was making him feel restless. Allison kept twitching back and forth, her eyes never hovering on any of the siblings for long but taking more time with Viktor than she ever had before. 

Suddenly, she jerked forward and asked, “Is he pushing?”

Diego’s attention was snapped out of his thoughts and day-mares so that he could focus entirely on the brother that he had been taking care of during their long drive. “V? Hey, baby, I need you to look at me,” he made sure that his voice was soft and compassionate as he said that.

Viktor had, in fact, been pushing for the last ten minutes at least while they sped through Texas. He shifted so that he was leaning back against the front seat and looking towards Diego. His chest was heaving for breath but he focused on panting like he had practiced with his midwife when they were preparing for the birth.

None of the siblings said anything about the inherently romantic pet name that their brother had just called the laboring man, focusing entirely on the way that Viktor was cupping something between his legs. His hands had moved under the sundress that he was wearing somewhere in the twenty minutes that they had all been quiet. The billowy material of the outfit was enough that none of them could make out what it was. 

Diego brought the cloth down and brushed the edges of it over his red-hued cheeks to try and help him cool down. “Just breathe, baby, just breathe. You’re doing so well, working to bring our kid into the world. Don’t worry about anything else, we’ve got it.”

The words rushed over him like the soothing water from the cloth. He felt some of the tension in his muscles relax as he continued to let his body do what it needed to. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he felt the head, which had been crowning for quite some time, finally reach the apex and then slip out of him entirely. He had been feeling the soft, dirty, downy hair of his baby while he waited for that very thing to happen. Now that it had, he simply cradled the little head while he waited for the next pain to take over him.

Allison and Klaus shared a look with each other as they realized who the father of their brother’s baby was. It wasn’t like the pseudo-incest that any relationship between the Academy kids had been taboo. Allison and Luther had been making moon-eyes at each other since they were thirteen and they had all been raised as child soldiers instead of siblings like others might have been. It was just surprising because up until that very moment, all of them had assumed that the duo hated each other based on the way that Diego had acted during their father’s wake.

Soon, Allison recovered from the shock and turned around so that she could continue to enquire about the situation. “Diego, is he pushing?”

During the time that she had been asking him that, Viktor felt another contraction come on so he pushed harder. He let his head fall back against the front seat of the car and then whimpered when the shoulders of the baby finally slipped from him and into his waiting hands.

One second he was pushing with all his might to rid his body of the tiny infant coming out of him and the next both of his hands were full of baby. He completed the movement by removing the baby from underneath his dress and placing them on his chest, cradled protectively in his arms.

“Holy shit,” Diego whispered as he felt his eyes go wide. He might have gotten faint at the sight of needles, but blood and whatever else the newborn was covered with weren’t affecting him in the slightest. He had never felt more awake than he did in that very moment, staring at the squirming body of his firstborn.

“What? What just happened?” Klaus asked as he tried to glance back into the backseat using the rearview mirror. They had just passed by a rest stop so the amount of cars that they were passing increased enough that he had to pay attention to the road.

“Oh my God,” Allison gasped as she watched her brother slowly sink down into a sitting position with the baby grasped in his arms.

All of the noise and Allison’s insistent questions was enough to tear Luther away from where he was staring out the back window for any threats. He was now staring directly ahead, where all other eyes were, on the sweaty forehead of their brother next to the grimy body of the newest Hargreeves family member. “Viktor literally just gave birth,” he said as a way of explanation for Klaus.

Diego was the first to recover from the shock. He turned around and then flipped his body over the back seat. Luther barely even noticed that he was there, until the taller man was pushed almost unceremoniously to the side so that Diego could grab the delivery kit from where it was on top of the suitcase full of baby clothes. He also snagged a towel before he turned back around and dumped the former of the two items down. He handed the towel over to Viktor as he slid down onto the floor.

“You did this, you brought this baby into the world,” he smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt. It was hard for him to really grasp, that in a moment, without even knowing it, his baby had been born and he had become a father. The mere idea that Viktor had been that quick and efficient in giving life to another human made him all the more amazed with his boyfriend.

“S-sorry I didn’t tell you, I got too wrapped up in trying to get it over with,” Viktor replied breathlessly as his eyes flit up to where his sister was staring at the baby in dazed wonderment.

Diego leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wet forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for. I would take being surprised that I’m now a dad over you suffering or feeling uncomfortable any day,” he explained. He set the towel down over the other side the baby so that they were sheltered entirely from the rest of the outside world.

The smaller man brought his hand up so that he was rubbing small circles on the baby’s back to start cleaning off some of the birth goop. He let out a small, adoring laugh when the newborn took in their first breath and began to wail so loudly that he was sure the cars passing by could hear. “Hi baby, hey,” he whispered happily. He shifted a little bit, with Diego’s help, so that he was laying against the door with his legs spread out so that his knees weren’t bent any longer.

Diego got up onto the seat of the car and began to unpack what was in the birth pack the midwife had sent. He got out the clamps first so that he could cut the cord like he needed to. “Roll them out towards me?” he asked Viktor.

The other man complied, shifting the baby around so that the neonate was facing up towards the ceiling while still protectively wrapped up in the towel. “A little boy. We’ve got a little boy, Vik,” Diego was almost crying as he got a good look at his son. He would have been happy with either sex and he would be happy with any gender that his child may or may not decide he wanted to be in the future. He was more marveling about every little detail he got to know about his baby now that the little one was finally there.

“We do, he’s our little boy,” Viktor beamed at him before he looked down at the newborn with a fascination that only a brand new parent could have.

Allison instructed Diego on about how far down he had to cut the cord based on what she remembered from when she gave birth to Claire. They gave it an extra little bit just so that they could be sure they weren’t hurting the newborn. 

He shifted again, placing the clamp back in the bag now that they had tied and cut the cord. He wet a towel with the water from the bowl and handed it to Viktor before he dumped the rest of it out of the rolled down window. He then placed the bowl on the ground of the car so that they could use it to catch the afterbirth when it finally came. He knew that much from the mandatory lessons about childbirth they had to take during their first aide training.

“We’re about an hour away from the safehouse where we’re going to be able to bury it, sorry,” Klaus said as he checked the roadsigns that they were passing by.

“It’ll fly by now that we’ve got him here,” Viktor whispered as he looked down at his son. He had finished washing the baby off so that he was now spotless, pinked skin and kicking his chubby legs like his life depended on it. 

They managed to get some clothes from the back thanks to Luther rooting through it until he found something that looked to be about the right size. Once the baby was changed into a diaper and onesie, Viktor wrapped him up in the baby blanket that Sissy had given him when he first found out he was pregnant. “You wanna hold him? I have to pass the afterbirth and then I want to change into something so I can feed him.”

That question was one that, for some reason, he hadn’t really been expecting to be asked. He knew that the baby was his and eventually he would hold his son, especially since he wasn’t going to be distant like some of the fathers he had seen in the sixties or his own. Still, it came as a bit of a shock to him and sent his brain reeling.

He ended up just opening his arms for the newborn instead of being able to give an affirmative properly. All of his words were stuck in his throat, like they got every time he was worried about something. He carefully took the baby into his arms and then sat back on the seat of the car while staring down at the tiny face of the newborn. His son was still wailing loudly since it was overwhelming and confusing to be out in the world when he had been in the protection of Viktor’s womb only moments before.

The aforementioned man moved so that he was in a squatting position above the bowl and grunted as he pushed one last time and the afterbirth came out of him. Allison ended up looking it over with a pair of gloves from he birthing kit so that they could make sure it was the entire thing. 

Viktor was changed out of the now completely ruined sundress into a pair of baggy pajama pants and one of the button up shirts for ease of access when he was breastfeeding. His belly was still there but it wasn’t nearly as large or hard as it had been when the baby was inside. Diego got him set up on the seat part of the back with the pillow they had grabbed from the house propping him up against the door. He sat on the floor, though the blanket that had once been down there was now rolled up on the other side with the afterbirth bowl tucked inside of it so that no one had to look at it.

The rest of the siblings were quiet, each of them processing the fact that they had just become uncles and an aunt. Luther was staring out the back of the car to protect them from attacks in that direction and Klaus was focusing on driving.

Diego brushed his fingers over the soft hair on the back of the baby’s head while Viktor focused on helping the baby get his first feeding. “It’s hard to believe that he’s real. I know he’s mine though, he’s already got my nose and lips.”

“He’s got your eyes too. The shape of them. The blue will go away eventually,” Viktor said affectionately. “I think. It’s possible we’ve both got blue eyed parents and we don’t know.”

“I know he’s all squished and lopsided right now but he really does look like us.” He was marveling over that fact for several minutes until he finally asked, “What are we going to name him?”

“I was hoping that we could name him something Russian. I know that you’re Spanish and that’s also very important to you but… I just wanted something to connect him back to my own mother since I was thinking about her a lot when I was pregnant,” Viktor said, his voice small and nervous.

“Something Russian,” Diego hummed as he thought about it, not even questioning it.

“Rasputin,” Klaus said from the front seat. That got a laugh from the rest of the siblings, which was enough to make them all relax a little bit. None of them seemed to realize how the nerves of the baby being born on top of fleeing to a safehouse had worn on them until that joke finally broke the tension like a ball of glass.

They went quiet again, though it was a lot more easy this time. Diego brushed his fingers over the back of the baby’s head. “Aleksei?”

Viktor looked at him, tearing his eyes away from their baby’s now sleeping face for only a moment. “Aleksei Benjamin Hargreeves. I like it.”

In the front seat, despite being the person that had been most relaxed through the entire process of driving to the safehouse, Klaus tensed up. He turned to the side where Allison was sitting, though it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t looking at her. He glanced to the backseat and said, “Ben says he’s honored.”

None of them could say anything about that, but Viktor leaned forward so that he wasn’t directly crying down onto the baby as he suppressed a sob. Diego moved so that his boyfriend was laying down in between his legs and surrounded by his warmth. They stayed like that until they got to the safehouse, forty five minutes after Aleksei had been born.

Luther carried Viktor into the house, which they found to have two bedrooms and be completely furnished with anything that someone would need to live there for upwards of two weeks. Diego was put in charge of getting all of Viktor’s clothes set out along with setting up the cot for the baby to sleep in. Luther was in charge of digging the whole for the afterbirth while Allison and Klaus worked on getting some food ready for the rest of their family.

Viktor chose to be in the living room while all of that was happening. He had been separated from his siblings for his entire life and he had just been through something deeply traumatic and frightening, so he didn’t want to be away from them again so soon. Aleksei seemed to be soothed by being around Diego anyway, and he was building the small cot in the living room where there was more room.

Another half hour had passed by the time that the tell-tale pop of Five teleporting sounded around the room. “You all got here safe, good,” Five breathed out. He looked worn out and tired, like he had lived an entire life between when he had told them to come here and that moment. 

“Hey, do you want a grilled cheese? I know you prefer that peanut butter monstrosity but Viktor got to choose because… well,” Klaus waved the cheese-covered spatula towards the aforementioned brother.

Five’s brow furrowed together with confusion before he turned towards Viktor. He was laying on the couch with a blanket draped over his legs and part of his chest as he nursed the newborn again. The eldest-youngest brother blinked a few times and then said, “What the fuck?”

[abproductions2345]

A Night at the Bar (Viktor Hargreeves x OC) (PRE -S4)

Word count: 1483

Summary: It was a quiet night at Viktor’s bar and he and his girlfriend Caroline decided to spend time together.

Warnings: non Just Pure Varoline Fluff

It was very late at night at the Bar, and it was overall slow which was very rare for Viktor who started running his bar a few years ago and eventually became a big hit and helped him throughout the years being away from his family, he was signing over the bar counter when he suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around him from behind, he can see the beautiful strawberry blonde hair dangle in front of his face, it was his girlfriend caroline

“Hey..” she whispered as she spoons him from behind, “You are being very clingy today…”

Viktor joked a small grin forming on his face, she chuckles

“Is that very unlikely of me?” Caroline looks at Viktor

He glanced at her “It used to be very rare wasn’t it?”

Caroline‘s lips curl into a smile and she looks down at him, Viktor feels a bit intimidated by her height

“You need to stop wearing those heels seriously” Viktor whined at her, caroline chuckled

“No…I love seeing you all small like this its adorable Vik…”

She said as she placed her hand on his cheek, he slightly blushed at that action

“Hey cut it out.. Someone might walk in”

“Oh who do you think will walk in on us~?” she smirks, Viktor grabs her hand

“Fair enough” he changed positions and sat her down, he looked down at her  “how did I ever get so lucky to find someone as beautiful and caring as you Carol?”

Caroline giggled “An apocalypse~” 

Viktor leans in and their lips press together, caroline slowly kisses him back her arms wrapping around his body as they share a small loving sweet kiss

After a few moments, they both pulled away

“I love you Viktor,...”

“I love you too Caroline…”

[sweetpastillas]

i'd love an au where after allison and viktor's fight, ben immediately schemes to get viktor on the sparrow's side. like sure, luther's technically in on account of being an in-law, but viktor would be an amazing powerhouse.

maybe he made room for that in canon in his plans after the first attempt at taking down the kugelblitz? why he told fei and christopher not to go after them just yet (the part right before they got murked?)

if sparrow ben knew about the basement cage that the umbrellas locked viktor in he'd hold it over their heads for the rest of eternity. it's his ultimate trump card. oh you're unhappy with my leadership skills? well at least i've never locked away any of my siblings in a dungeon. we might be assholes but us sparrows would never treat one of our own that way. i'd never let reggie build that for anyone on MY team. leave your family viktor join my emo band

[swanimagines]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

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MISC

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(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

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[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

[dolly-gutzz]

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☆Bottoms

Hazel Callahan

☆Juno

Juno macguff

☆Good Will Hunting

Morgan O’Mally

Will Hunting

☆mid90’s

Fuckshit

Ray

Fourthgrade

Ruben!platonic only!

Stevie/sunburn!platonic only!

☆Metal lords

Hunter Sylvester

☆She Drives me Crazy

Scottie Zajac

☆Pretty in Pink

Philip “duckie” Dale

☆Breakfast club

Brian Johnsom

John Bender

☆The Last Of Us 

Ellie Williams

☆Diary of a Wimpy Kid 

Rodrick Heffley

☆Ferris Buellers Day Off

Ferris Bueller

☆The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreaves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreaves

Stan

☆The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Patrick

Charlie

☆Euphoria

Rue Bennet

Ashtray

Nate Jacobs 

☆Ten Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

☆Gilmore Girls

Jess Mariano

Tristan Dugray

Dean Forester 

☆Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste 

☆Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Enoch O’Connor 

☆Arcane

Jinx

Viktor

Vi/Violet

☆The Black Phone

Vance Hopper

Finny Blake

Robin 

☆Descendants 

Carlos Devil

Jay Jafar

Harry Hook

☆Descendants~Rise of Red

James Hook

☆Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Zed Necrodopolous

A-Lan

Wyatt Lykansen

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Jeff The Killer

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Clockwork

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Hazel Callahan-

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☆Dating hazel would be like 

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Fuckshit-

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☆nights w fuckshit

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☆Nicknames- pt 1/pt 2

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Ray-

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☆ray x platonic!sibling!reader- Pt 1/ Pt2

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Hunter Sylvester-

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☆ Hunter x goth!f!reader

☆Hunter x fem!reader 

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☆ten things I hate about you 

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Enoch O’Connor-

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Jinx-

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☆Breaking and Entering

☆Dilemma only a gf can fix 

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!!Author's notes!!!

Hey my little freaky freaks!! Welcome to my little coven of writings! Feel free to request anything your little heart's desire, and i will try to make ur dreams come true :3 ; just know that with my junior year of highschool coming indubitably near, my schedule will be a little packed (curse my partaking in four college classes ) But I will try my damndest to write as much as i can!! Love yall and happy reading <3

Toodles!!

Love,

DollyGutzz(aka elmokid)

[threedaycharter]

it’s escalated.

@strawbes you may find enjoyment in this !!! not sure yet!!!! i have only written the tua characters a total of once so this is definitely new. also five is like. genuinely 13 so it makes it hard to make sure he’s in character. all their younger selves are purely up to headcanon which gives too much room!

i’ve got a love hate relationship with fanfic writing but as long as someone enjoys it i can live happy LOL

something about those s1 aus where five is actually 13 and viktor being his older brother and then them being brothers stops the apocalypse

[lowkeyrobin]

If you're still writing for The Umbrella Academy, I would love to see a Viktor x Reader one shot about Viktor bringing his S/O home to meet his family and just seeing how they react to his S/O. :)

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AWE OMG YES ☹️☹️☹️ ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy 🦠!!

VIKTOR HARGREEVES ; meet the family

summary ; vik brings you home to his mama and daddy (his siblings) (I'm making fun of country ppl pls get the joke)

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; post s3 ig but they still have powers (for the plot cause I thought it'd be fun)

word count ; 836

masterlist

Being Viktor's partner, especially for this long, had long called for a family reunion for you to meet them and vice versa. To say that was nerve-wracking was an understatement. That fucking man had six siblings. Six siblings you needed to impress. Six siblings you had to prove yourself to. Six siblings you had to give a good first impression so they knew you were good for Viktor.

Yeah, no, you weren't prepared to step inside the Hargreeves' mansion of a home.

The first to greet you was Allison, sporting long, dark curls against platforms, black, bell bottoms, and a white top. Get it girlfriend.

"Oh my gosh, hi Vik!" She smiles, wrapping her shorter brother in a hug.

You stand beside them awkwardly, nervously, thinking quickly in your head on what to say, if you should speak at all. No, of course you speak. Speak when spoken too-

"Hi, I'm Allison" She smiles, holding a hand out for you to shake.

You quickly accept the handshake, a kind smile on your face. "I'm Y/n"

"My partner" Viktor smiles.

Allison's soft smile turns into one of joy, much more gleeful. "Congrats, both of you." She looks between you both, a mutual smile being thrown back and forth. "You're a lucky person to have him, trust me"

"Thanks," you reply, looking to your boyfriend. "I love him a lot"

"Good thing I won't have to rumor either of you into saying it out loud," She jokes, patting Viktor on the shoulder before heading back into the living space.

You raise an eyebrow, looking to Vik. "What'd she mean, 'rumor us'?"

"Her power is to rumor people. She says, 'I heard a rumor' and essentially has power over their mind and actions, " he answers.

"Oh..."

"Don't worry, she's just joking. Sorry"

He pulls you into the living room, seeing his other siblings having a grand old time already. At the couch sits Diego and Lila, sipping on some fruity mocktails.

"Well, hello chaos bringer!" Lila smiles, quickly greeting Viktor with a hug. "Who's this lovely looking friend you've got here?"

"My partner" Viktor smiles, looking to you.

"Y/n" You smile, stretching your hand out for her to shake.

Lila accepts. "Lila. Diego's wife" She nods back at Diego.

From the couch, Diego smiles and waves, chewing on a slice of the orange which was in his drink. "Hi! I'm Diego, the only good sibling here"

Lila rolls her eyes, turning to Vik. "Do they know about all our powers?"

"We're just learning as we go" Viktor chuckles.

Lila turns back to you. "Well, I can replicate other people's powers, which is kinda shit sometimes." She shrugs, shoulders slightly knocking around her shoulder length, platinum white hair. "Diego's a master at corn hole. Don't challenge him"

"That's not my power!" He exclaims. "I have better aim than all you dorks, knives are for men!"

Lila and Vik speak to you in unison. "Guns are for pussies"

You chuckle, a hand over your mouth, finding comfort in this chaotic family already.

"Viktor, Lila" A new voice speaks, nodding his head as he speaks. "Who's that?"

"Five, meet Y/n, my significant other." Viktor smiles, turning between the two of you, "Y/n, this is Five. He's the one trapped in a younger version of his body, but he's actually like, seventy"

"Sixty-two," He corrects. "But, welcome to the family, Y/n. You're going to hate it here" He whispers.

"No, they won't!" Klaus groans with an eyeroll, appearing out of nowhere. He places his hands on his shoulders, which quickly fall to his sides after Five teleports away. "Hi, I'm Klaus" He smiles, quickly hugging you.

"Hi!-"

Lila continues, recapping you on powers. "Five can teleport and time travel, and Klaus is immortal and can speak to ghosts"

"And created a cult" Vik adds.

Klaus smiles, stepping back, looking between you and your boyfriend. "Let me know when the wedding is. I'll have to go shopping"

"Klaus!"

"Coming, Diego!"

As Klaus leaves, Luther and Ben approach, being the last of the siblings you had to meet. They both shake hands with you, then begin to argue over who was in charge of dusting the paintings on the walls.

By this point, you were wondering how they even put up with each other, then remembered that they barely did. I mean, you understood. You wouldn't want to be around your collection of siblings anymore after saving the world three times.

Lila turns back to you. "Luther is super strong, Ben has tentacles in his stomach"

You slowly nod. "Gotcha"

Five clinks a fork against a champagne glass, silencing the room. "Let's raise a toast to Viktor and his new partner, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!" Klaus smiles, picking up a stray glass of water off the coffee table.

Ben hands you and Viktor a drink while Five speaks, then drinks once again.

Vik turns to you as Lila joins Diego on the couch again. "Thoughts?"

"Many"

"I'd be worried if not"

[stupid-4-you]

hi this is a place for me to reblog fan fictions/imagines/drabbles that I love and want to keep around!

I'm Pete, he/they/dew, I'm a minor

some of the content I might be reblogging:

yandere stuff

x reader (this one is for sure cause that's 99% of what I read)

male reader!

autistic and physically disabled reader

age regressor reader

possible fandoms:

real person x reader fiction (mcr and fob specifically)

tmnt (mostly donnie)

Spider man into/across the spiderverse

Scott Pilgrim vs the World

creepypasta/marble hornets

to name a few!

things I will not be reblogging:

smut (doesn't include suggestive things)

large or illegal age gaps/incest/etc.

female reader

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tag system below cut

current different reader tags:

#gn reader

#autistic reader

#trans masc reader

#male reader

#physically disabled reader

#age regressor reader

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#masky

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#sollux captor

#mikey way

#fun ghoul

#klaus hargreeves

#viktor hargreeves

#george karim

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#creepypasta

#marble hornets

#spvtw

#supernatural

#mcr

#across the spiderverse

#homestuck

#danger days

#umbrella academy

#lockwood&co

other tags:

#headcanons

#oneshot

#tw blood

#tw injury

#kismesissitude

#art

[lapseinrecs]

If the World Comes Crashing Down (Hold on to me)

By StupidGenius @littleredtheboy

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 2,188 words; 1st part of Hang Onto Your Hopes, my Friend series

Summary: Klaus, for all his faults, tries his hardest to be good, and kind. He’s a goofball and sometimes he’s impossible to be around, but he cares about his family and tries his best to be there for you when you need it. He never judged Diego for his stutter, or the rare times he caught him crying alone in his room. No one in this shitty mismatched family worries him like Klaus does.---Diego worries about his brother. He's right to.

My thoughts: TW for suicide attempt. Uhh there’s something deeply wrong about threatening to commit suicide to stop someone from attempting to commit suicide but that’s the Hargreaves neurosis ig. Vanya is referred to as Vanya bc this is before both Viktor canonically came out and it’s in Diego’s POV and before Eliot Page came out, so no one knew Viktor was Viktor.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

From the Sea

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: The likelihood of two creatures such as them finding each other without knowing they had until years later was increasingly small, but never zero. Warnings: Mentioned death, suicide, and abusive relationships Word Count: 4,404 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I know that this isn't technically a mermaid AU but I couldn't resist the potential to explore different creatures from their cultures. I know that Five and Viktor weren't raised in Ireland and Russia respectively, but they were born there so there's good potential for them to be these creatures! I tried my best to research them and write them accurately, but if I got anything too wrong please let me know. I hope that you all enjoy the February installment of the Year of Fiktor. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Five Hargreeves had been through a lot in a very short time over the course of his life. 

His teenage and childhood years had been spent with his family, though within the rookery there were several selkies who were not related to his biological family but still considered to be family. Living within a rookery instead of a human parent like his mother had meant that no outsiders were permitted anywhere close to him. He had lived his life surrounded by his family, the fish, and several other nautical supernatural creatures. He had enjoyed it, especially because he only felt the need to lose his hide once a year when the rest of the rookery came ashore to the rocks on an island humans couldn’t reach because of the riptides. He spent his years in his seal form and learning to love the ocean like she was a third parent to him.

He distinctly remembered the first time that he had ever encountered a human. Of course he knew what they looked like since he had been exposed to mermaids, who were humans from the waste up, and the nymphs of the sea, who were humanoid enough that he could piece it together in his mind. Seeing one in person for the first time, however, had been an experience that he had nightmares about for weeks. He had been swimming near the wrong side of the island, where his mother had distinctly told him not to go, when a human had dove into the water right in front of him. He had gotten back to his mother as fast as he could, faster than he had ever swam in his entire life. She had forbade him from ever going that close to the mainland again and he had been so afraid that he listened to her without question.

When he turned eighteen, however, his rookery decided that he needed to spend some time with humans to better understand the danger that they posed to the earth. It was something that Five hadn’t really understood but had gone along with because his best friend was also the same age and doing it as well. The two of them had left the rookery and embarked on their task to live on the mainland until they understood human as a whole and their way of life. 

There was a lot about human culture that they didn’t understand, when they first started out, but Five and Klaus were very quick to adapt. Their mothers never would have let them come up on land if they knew that the selkie boys would be thrust into a world they knew nothing about and with no one to help them. They had been sent to live with a selkie named Hazel who had removed himself from a rookery that lived in waters close to their own. He had left the sea behind when he fell in love with a human woman named Agnes.

The both of them had been very kind to the selkies that they were hosting. To keep their supernatural abilities a secret, Five and Klaus were presented as two Amish boys that were on their year away from the farms and rural culture to make sure that they wanted to stay with their family. It was similar to what they were doing as selkies, though they would still be able to return back to their rookery whenever they wanted if they chose to life inland for a time.

Klaus had taken to dry land and human culture immediately. He fell in love with the beautiful women, handsome men, and the debauchery that came with them both. He spent most of his nights out of the apartment that they were staying in and with a group of people that Five didn’t care for much. They drank and smoked and had a lot of sex, all of which Five found very annoying.

Five, instead, buried himself in the local library under mountains of text. He had learned how to read when he was very little, though no book was going to be able to survive under the water. It was his mother’s secret that she kept a stash of human things from her own time on dry land. One of these items was a novel about their kind and she had taught him how to read with it. Five had ended up reading the story over and over again, enough times that he had every word memorized. When he was missing home more than usual, he would recite it until he fell asleep to the sound of the ocean miles and miles away.

He found comfort in reading and thought that it was the best way to become immersed in the culture of humans. He tried to consume every single one of their classics and then some from other human cultures than the one that he had been sent to. Eventually he found something else inside the seemingly never ending shelves overflowing with stories and knowledge. A little human man, squirreled away among stories in Russian and an English dictionary so that he could translate it for his aging mother.

The two of them had a quick romance, much like Agnes and Hazel had ten years prior. Viktor was everything that Five had ever hoped for in a mate, even if he thought that he would have met a selkie from another rookery. Viktor was kind and soft and compassionate, he rounded out all of the sharp edges that Five held for everyone else in his life and made the selkie strive to be the best version of himself. The two of them were both fiercely intelligent, protective over what and who they loved, and quick-witted. They made an amazing pair.

Five Hargreeves had lived a long life by the time that he was in his twenties because he had discovered and lived in a whole new world. He had learned about new customs and religions and ways of life, both from Hazel when he came to study humans and Viktor when the two of them got together. They still lived in their reasonably-sized city in Ireland, though they were planning on making a trip back to Viktor’s native home in Russia as soon as they had the funds.

All in all, Five was in love with the life that he had now. He dearly missed his rookery and being able to spend more than a week or two with them, and he wished that his husband could meet his family in the form that they felt the most comfortable in, but he knew that he had to be content with what he had.

---

Five pushed the door to his apartment open with his shoulder so that he could keep everything that he was trying to balance in his arms where it belonged. He had just finished all of his classes up at the local university, where he worked as a math professor. It wasn’t something that he had ever expected to do when he was younger but the second he got his hands on it he found that he was a prodigy, and that it was his passion. 

“Viktor? Beloved?” he called through the apartment in search for his spouse. He knew that his lover would be home already because he was in the lull between concerts where he was expected to learn and practice the majority of his piece on his own and the classes he taught were on hold for fall break. He knew that since the apartment was almost completely silent that his partner wasn’t practicing, so it piqued his curiosity for what Viktor could be doing at three o’clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday.

He was able to close the door with his foot and put the two donut boxes he was carrying down on their dining room table before he got a response. “In here!” the human called from the hallway. “Hey Five, would you mind coming here for a second? I found something kind of weird when I was cleaning out the attic and I want to know where it came from.”

Five felt a flush of panic rush through his body as his mind began to race. There were very few items that he had hidden away from his husband, and one of them was something that he knew he couldn’t let any human ever get their hands on. He loved Viktor with his entire heart and soul, but if Viktor somehow managed to find his most treasured possession, there was a chance that the magic could warp him and Five would never be able to love him ever again.

He didn’t want the world that he had made for himself to come crashing down so quickly, because of something so small and yet so monumentally huge.

The selkie dropped his bag down onto the floor with no regard for the contents inside of it and then raced for where his husband was. Usually he walked around their home either in his staggering sleepy state or with all the grace and poise of someone that had swam their entire life. Now, though, he was bouncing off of the walls and using the furniture to piston himself in the direction that he needed to go.

He stopped when he finally got to the hallway where Viktor was. He knew that he had to look something of a mess since he had half removed his tie and undone the top button of his shirt on his way home. He had taken off his shoes as soon as he stepped into the house so that he didn’t get the floor dirty while walking on it. He could also feel his hair falling into his eyes from where it had been perfectly styled against his eyebrow moments prior. He was breathing hard and felt like he had back when he was a child, when he had encountered a human after only hearing about them in bone-chilling stories for his entire childhood.

Viktor looked up from the chest that he was sitting in front of and turned to Five. His eyes were also wild and panicked as he looked over his husband. He opened his mouth to say something but then quickly thought better of it and clicked his teeth together in his hurry to shut it.

“You looked in the chest?” he asked. He straightened up so that he was no longer clinging to the edges of the doorframes to keep himself upright. He brushed his fingers through his hair so that it was out of his eyes and he appeared a bit more put together.

“Of course I did. Your my husband and I live here too,” he replied, pursing his lips.

Five could tell that his lover was upset about something but he wasn’t sure what it was. If Viktor had found the hide, his most treasured possession in the entire planet because it was the other half of what he was, then he should have just been confused.

“Was this something that I wasn’t supposed to find?” he asked, quirking his brow at the selkie standing in front of him. “Why didn’t you think that you could tell me about something like this?”

“Viktor, what did you find?” Five asked. He was desperately hoping that it was something else that his husband had found and not his seal skin. He didn’t have much that he hid from his lover but he did have a couple of old gifts from Klaus that would have been difficult to explain because he hadn’t thought that it was important to tell his husband about them. He was hoping that it was something like that, something that they could both laugh about since Viktor found Klaus amusing and endearing. The ready acception of his closest friend was something that Five had found very appealing when he and Viktor had first started dating.

“I found your pelt,” he replied shortly. He shifted on the ground so that he was turned back to the chest instead of sitting next to it. He flipped the latch so that it was no longer keeping the chest closed and then removed the lid. He placed his hands on the silky smooth material of the hide and removed it from the container.

It was one of the most beautiful seal skins that anyone would have ever seen in their entire life, even if they had lived their entire life on the sea. It was the color of brown that children dreamed of on Christmas night, chocolate and rich in every way. The fine hair that laid over the skin was so soft that it was nearly unbelievable when one’s fingers brushed over the top of it. It was a big hide, and heavy, since it had to cover all of Five when he got into the water so that he could shift.

Five took a step forward so that his hands were on the skin as well. “Viktor, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do, Five, you do,” Viktor shook his head. He tilted his head down towards the skin in his hand and then released a shaky breath that let his husband know that he was trying his best not to cry. “I can’t believe that you wouldn’t trust me with something like this. I mean, this is a huge part of who you are and what you are. This is something that would have changed our entire wedding, you know that, right?”

Five let out a small sigh. He knew basically what his lover was talking about but he felt like he needed it to be spoken into the air so that he could be convinced of what was happening.

Viktor took in another shaky breath. As he tilted his head up to look at his husband once more, Five felt like his heart was breaking in his chest. He hated seeing his partner’s so grief stricken about something that he had kept away from him to keep him safe. He wanted to fix it, he wanted to go back in time and rectify every mistake that he had ever made in their relationship.

“You’re a selkie,” he replied, his voice breaking in his throat as he finally said the secret into the open air.

The taller man released a breath at that. It felt like a weight had been taken off of his shoulders and at the same time it felt like he had been punched in the stomach. His supernatural origin wasn’t something that he had spoken about after he had decided that he was going to stay inland instead of returning back to his rookery.

“I am,” he breathed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Viktor asked. The dam had finally broken when his lover had confirmed what he had been asking after for nearly five minutes. The tears that had been dancing on the bottom of his lashes and trickling down his face had increased to a steady stream. Sobs were wracking through his body so that his shoulders and chest shook every time he drew in a breath.

It took two beats of his rapidly increasing heartbeat before he dropped the hide that he had been holding. He didn’t care if Viktor had it or what he might do with it, at this point the only thing that he cared about was comforting his husband. “Viktor, Viktor, beloved,” he murmured as he wrapped the other up in a hug. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you about this. Barley anyone in the world even knows what a selkie is, let alone that we are real and coexist with humans. I didn’t think that you would believe me if I told you what they were and I didn’t know if you would stay with me if I told you. I love you so much and I can’t imagine you not having you in my life.”

He knew that what he was saying was basically incoherent and probably wasn’t what the other needed to hear. He had to get all of his thoughts out of his head so that he could try and convince the other that his love was genuine and soothe whatever ache was inside of Viktor.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, Viktor’s face tucked into Five’s chest while he let all of the sadness that had built up inside of him topple out. Soon, though, his tears and sobs had stopped.

He pulled back from his husband and then wiped the remaining tears from his face. “Sorry, I got really scared when I found this but I have something that I have to tell you too.”

Five felt a flare of panic rush through him once more. It was worse than thinking about whether or not Viktor had found his seal skin. On some level he was aware that his partner wouldn’t betray him by trying to control him or keeping him away from his family, but he had still been scared because of the stories he heard during his childhood. Knowing that his partner had something to tell him that he hadn’t known, a secret that he had no inkling about despite how long they had been together, terrified him. 

He knew that this wasn’t the time for fear, not after Viktor had discovered his deepest secret. So he shoved the feelings down and tilted Viktor’s head up with his hand. He brushed his fingers over the side of his face to remind the smaller man just how much he loved him as he asked, “What is it?”

“I’m a rusalki,” he answered quietly. He leaned into the touch of his husband’s hands as they brushed over his skin.

“What… does that mean?” Five asked.

Viktor let out a small sigh. He carefully folded the hide and placed it back into the chest that it come from. The way that he treated the seal skin made Five fall in love with him all over again, watching the way that Viktor’s hands brushed over the fine silky hair on the outside and how tenderly he closed and latched the chest so that he didn’t pinch any part of it. 

Once the pelt had been locked away safely inside of the chest again, Viktor moved to the stairs leading up to the second floor and then sat down on it. “How much do you know about rusalki?”

“I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of them,” he replied, a bit bitterly. He wanted to be able to support Viktor in his admittance the way that the other had for him, and it was frustrating that despite all of his research about humans and Russia, he had never come across any mention of the creature.

The other man let out a small sigh and nodded, “I didn’t think that you would. Not a lot of people have heard of them, even less than selkie. And within the nautical supernatural community there’s a big divide between freshwater and sea creatures.”

Five walked over to the stairs and then sat down beside his lover. He reached down and threaded their fingers together. He was worried that it would be different now that Viktor knew what he was, now that some of the trust they held for each other had been broken, but it wasn’t. The other man easily leaned into him so that he could place his head against Five’s shoulder.

He took a deep breath and then started, “Rusalki are freshwater spirits of women who have been drowned by abusive husbands or drowned themselves because of unwanted pregnancies. That’s at least the most common way that they get turned into spirits, it can be something else but it does have to be a huge tragedy. They generally come out and help with spring growth or crop watering. But they can also turn wrathful and kill those that they believe are unworthy of life. I told you about Leonard, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice small and comforting. He knew quite about his lover’s ex-husband and all of the abuse that Viktor had to suffer back when he was in Russia and married to Leonard. He knew that it wasn’t a very long marriage, and that Viktor had left Russia because of the relationship there, but he was beginning to think that there was more to it than he had originally thought.

“Well, after we got married he got way worse with the abuse stuff and I knew that I couldn’t handle it anymore. I walked out into the woods and then found the nearest lake. I did it Virginia Woolf style, filled the pockets of my jacket up with rocks and then just let myself drown. I didn’t want him to be able to find my body at home, I wanted him to get mad that I wasn’t there and then feel torn apart when he realized that I was dead. I wasn’t really counting on the whole turning-into-a-spirit thing.”

Viktor seemed to know that was a lot of information for him to process, so went quiet. Five turned his head so that he was staring at the mess of boxes his husband had unpacked from the closet. He had known Leonard was abusive, but he hadn’t known that it had gotten to the point where Viktor had thought his only escape was to kill himself. 

“What happened after that?” he asked, his voice was hoarse when he spoke even though it didn’t feel like it was going to be beforehand.

“I resurfaced from the water at the next full moon and I was different. I had some magical abilities that allowed me to control water and see into people’s souls to know what their true intent was. It allowed me to protect some people and to kill others. I ended up drowning a man that was trying to kill his autistic son. That was when I realized that I couldn’t keep doing that. I couldn’t keep being reminded of the people that had hurt me, and so I left Russia. I came to Ireland, and then I realized that I wanted to be a man instead of a woman. So I completely reinvented myself into the person that you know now.”

“You’re… a rusalki,” Five nodded. He was fully processing it now that he had the entire story. It was all falling into place, the parts of the story that he had been missing since he wasn’t given the supernatural side.

“I am. But I’m still me, the same way that you’re still Five even though you’re a selkie,” he replied as he clenched his husband’s hand a bit tighter.

When listening to the other man’s story, he had been trying to figure out why Viktor hadn’t told him. In the beginning, it had seemed like revealing that secret would have taken so much panic out of their relationship back when he had been trying to figure out what the protocol was in that situation. Then, he realized, that Viktor’s spirit-type had been the kind that actively killed people. He was probably ashamed to have done that, even if he did it to those that deserved it. He understood why his lover had withheld that information from him, especially since he had done the same thing.

He felt his heart soften inside of his chest as he turned and pressed his lips to Viktor’s forehead. “I know that you are, beloved. Thank you for trusting me with that, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that I was a selkie before you found my hide.”

“I’m mostly just upset that you proposed to me with a human ring instead of by presenting me with your pelt,” he pouted cutely.

Five laughed and then pressed his lips to Viktor’s in a sweet kiss. He got up from the step that they were sitting on and returned back to the chest where his most treasured possession lay. He flipped open the latch and then moved the top back so that the thick brown material was exposed once again. He gathered it up in his arms and then walked back over to his lover, kneeling down in front of him. “Viktor Hargreeves, will you do me the honor of accepting my pelt and agreeing to be my husband?”

The skin around Viktor’s cheeks was turning a rosy shade of pink as he watched the other man move around. He tilted his head to the side and then gave a shy little nod. “Of course I will, you know that I will.”

The selkie rose to his feet and began to drape the hide around his partner so that it engulfed him entirely. “By accepting this, you are agreeing to be my one true protector. You are promising that we will be together until one or both of us die. You swear that you will never keep me from the sea by keeping my hide from me when I need it.”

“I am,” Viktor nodded. “I would never want to keep you away from your family or the sea. I know how important it is to return to water every now and again.”

Five pressed a kiss to Viktor’s lips. Most of the time, when they had displays of intimacy like this, it was domestic and chaste since they were very busy in their day-to-day life, but this time, they both felt a need to make sure that it was just as passionate and excited as their first kiss as a married couple had been. Lips, and teeth, and tongue mixed together in a display of passion and consideration for each other. It felt like their love was more intense than what any mortal could experience, especially considering that it had taken them so long and they bad been through so much to get where they were.

They broke apart and Five rested his head against Viktor’s forehead to keep them pressed together. Viktor was entirely surrounded by parts of him, his hide wrapped around the rusalki while his human body protected the parts of him that the seal skin did not. Rusalki were born of pain and suffering, but he was going to make sure that Viktor didn’t have to experience anything like that again.

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Author: Riyusama Rating: G Chapter(s): Oneshot Tag(s): Pre-Transition Vanya Hargreeves | Viktor Hargreeves, Kid Fic, Internalized Homophobia, and Religious Guilt Pairing(s)/Characters(s): Fei Hargreeves/Vanya Hargreeves | Viktor Hargreeves    Summary: Hanging out in Fei's room, they talk about girls and kisses. Vanya's conflicted about the topic, especially about kisses. Series: Part 4 of The Other Shades of Grey