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yourgothuncle · 2 years
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Today I present:
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Klaus Hargreeves holding his dog tags when he's scared
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zealina · 11 months
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is it just me or do people get into fandoms and suddenly decide to obsess about one specific character?? like i fixate on a character so bad that i refuse to read a fanfic without them in it, even if i do like other characters, and sometimes, if im not entirely invested in a show, ill skip to parts where that character is present (if they aren't the main character with a lot of screentime, usually)
maybe this is just me tho
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fire-gift · 2 years
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klave parallels ❤
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celerysimpnartz · 2 years
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Klaus the kat
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discoscoob · 2 years
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People started shipping Klaus and Eddie (I love this) two characters from completely different shows, which shows us that characters don’t even have to interact, meet or even be in the same show for people to ship them.
That’s while I’ll never understand people responding with “they only interacted once” “they shared 5 minutes on screen together” when they see people shipping two characters.
Even if I don’t understand the appeal of a ship why should I expect others to not ship it because I don’t see the appeal?
Anyway, Eddie becomes Kas the vampire and he and Klaus are already boyfriends and Klaus was obviously devastated when yet another one of his boyfriends died and he’s even more upset when he can’t even manifest his ghost. Then he realises that he can’t manifest his ghost because Eddie is not actually dead. So he goes looking for him and when he finds him he discovers he is a vampire and Klaus lets Eddie drink his blood because it doesn’t matter how much he takes Klaus is immortal so he just keeps coming back. And since vampires can’t die, unless they get a stake through the heart, Eddie is technically immoral too, so Klaus will never have to worry about outliving him and they’ll just be immortal together and live happily ever after.
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littlewalken · 2 years
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If you're a Klaus fan and want your own civillian dog tags you can buy them or make them yourself.
If you don't feel very artsy fartsy go to an artist on Etsy or some other site you prefer and commission a set.
If you're up to the challenge and don't want to heavily invest in metal stamping supplies get the STMT metal stamping kit they sell online and at Target or Michaels. It even comes with a dog tag. Honestly it's all you need to start, make quite a few things, and decide if the hobby is right for you.
For more blank dog tags Michaels, Joann, Hobby Lobby and of course online sells blanks designed to be easy to stamp.
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natacatts · 8 months
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53 - Klaus Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy (TV) (REDRAW)
full TUA family lineup linked here
Uhhhh yeah I didn’t like the vibes of the old one from last week so I redid it AGAIN HHAHA. Old versions under the cut.
EDIT: added tattoos and dog tags
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m4nd0l0r · 2 years
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Five Hargreeves Headcanons (That Have Consumed Every Single Space in my Mind-)
Description: “Live.. Laugh… Love the insanity the apocalypse brings me.” -Five Hargreeves, tired after a caffeine rush and/or from a drunken high. 2019. (this is canon.. HE TOLD ME HIMSELF)
Author’s Note: this is just how I’m dealing with writer’s block— i swear i’m still working on my upcoming Five fics- 😭😭 so uh have this for now i guess 🥲 no warnings btw!! its just me writing in lowercase a lot- a shit ton of crack and swearing- (five’s body is aged up- and his consciousness ranges from 30 to 50 in my works— however you decided which age you want for your experience :)))
Five Taglist (i forgot to tag im so sorry 😭): @ells-graveyard @noahspector @aelinismyqueen @sunweee @reinaeru @ne0boss @twauna00 @placidpluto @eichenhouseproperty @heartsforsuyin @ghostlywavelengths @technicallydifferenttraveler @seconds-not-decades @magical-girl-on-fire @emotionally-unstabel @peachy-wolfhard @its-loki-bitch @raven-fandomtrash @theilliterateskankula @magicstrange @ne0boss @venusrambles @whereintheworldisspencerreid @honeycombdumbass @mivzai @oscarisaacsleftballsack @zenithinthebin @peachteeaaa @rchaoz @wickedmystery @wordsandnerds @umbrellatte @666abby6666 @iameddiemunsonshair @starlightinhumanform @vennythearsonist @trashmouthsahra (if you want to be removed/added, pls tell me via pm!!)
he likes bitter coffee candy (if the mf cant get coffee he’d raid a candy shop rather than logically coming after a cafe-)
likes slasher films for how creative the deaths look (esp if its practical effects, he’s a sucker for those) (he likes nightmare on elm street, he gives me that impression for WHAT)
^ cos of this- i basically headcanon that in his commission days- he’d kill creatively- as if it were his canvas, my guy is an artist with blood 💪
idk why but he’d be an avid “gelato is NOT ice cream you idiot” typa guy (fucker knows italian and my ass RAN W IT)
he watches julia roberts romance movies (cos i like her rom films so im projecting-) (he def likes the maturity of the ending of my best friend’s wedding)
for some reason he considers mocha as chocolate rather than coffee (like the old man he is)
actually likes caramel, never tells anyone for no reason (fucking punk ass smh)
he’d say he hates animals but he’d give a pat to a dog/cat if he’d see one (but he’ll glare at the poor thing if it scratches him-)
from ptsd from the apocalypse- he tries to never indulge w small things like getting large amounts of food- cos he has the mindset that he “might need extra in case something bad happens”
he’d hate physical touch at first- flinching like a surprised cat on steroids— but he gets used to it slowly- and one person at a time
also i dont give a shit on what anyone thinks- FIVE IS A LITTLE SPOON IN HUGS— why you may ask? fucker is a touch starved ptsd filled mf- he needs those hugs ASAP- he would hold your hand 25/8 to reduce his paranoia i just know it (i PROPHESIZEEEE)
the first beer he drunk was a bottle he found in a post apocalypse alcohol store and the liquid was full w small grime and dirt- but he wanted to try some to “check off a bucket list”
LOVES dark comedies, he just does, he CACKLES when he watches one (but he only shows amusement when he’s alone, never w his siblings)
^ he’d also slap his thigh if he finds something soooo funny (old man behaviour smh)
has a personal vendetta against ppl who WOULDN’T put pineapple on pizza (klaus converted the grandpa and at first he felt gross eating it but as he continues he thought: “ok. this isn’t that bad.” the next thing you know, you see him on the phone calling the pizza place for 2 more boxes of hawaiian pizza—)
listens to edith pliaf RELIGIOUSLY (you would gift him a vinyl of hers and his eyes would SHINE) (the only time you saw his eyes the brightest-)
with modern music— he’d prolly like radio music (until you berate him and convert him to alt & indie rock)
has an odd fixation with guns and knives (like the papa he is) (would explain EVERYTHING ABOUT A SPECIFIC WEAPON) (he’s a nerd) (he’ll never admit it) (ever)
has a switchblade on his dominant arm pocket (he could use anything as a weapon, but he likes to be “prepared”)
like on s1, he’d pretend to be a kid and all innocent & shit to get free shit from strangers (you’d hop on the bandwagon and **nicely** ask him to get you stuff too.. he complains and says no but you’d see him on the next day with the shit you requested on his hands)
^ continuation with this— fucker prolly got a coffee machine cos he went up to some lady- went on, put a sad act, and went “oh no.. i dont got a gift to give to my dad.. he always wanted a coffee machine after ours broke” and the lady would have pitied his ass and bought a cheap but durable one for him— this would lead to a situation where the rest of the umbrellas try to take away the coffee machine away from his addicted ass-
viktor: should we?? do something??? diego: we’ve took THREE of those damn machines- what else can we do??? klaus: it’s like… he pulls it out of his ass.. you think he shits out coffee beans?? or is it just liquidated coffee at this point? you: i should call the ambulance before he falls off the window from the coffee… can’t deal with a cranky five.. luther: (is tired of it all and just wants to enjoy his married life) .. yes. please do.
in conclusion? never take away five’s coffee- he will drive you mad—
whenever he’s drunk- he acts like a goddamn sloth (esp if he’s comfortable with you- mf will CLING ON YOU LIKE SOME PARASITE—) (i wouldn’t mind tho 😏- i mean what?)
though as much as he likes bitter coffee- i see him DESPISE BITTER BEER, he would spit that stuff out of with the most offended face ever (all scrunched up like crumpled paper)
for my fellow filipino readers- he unfortunately SUCKS ASSSS when speaking in tagalog… you either tease the living fuck out of him about him or smile through your ear pain going “wow! galing! (amazing!)” (no he was not amazing he sounded like a screeching tire or smth- /lh)
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eternalsawake · 2 years
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f. hargreeves oneshot
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rating: mature - for cussing and sexual innuendos
prompt: “please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” “why don’t you come over here and make me?” credits to @malabu ‘s enemies to lovers prompts
a/n: five is 19 physically but 30 mentally, as well as reader. reader is also gn (:
never again will you go on a trip with klaus and five. klaus had claimed it was a nice trip to pennsylvania, but you knew that dick had other plans in mind. you were already on edge because five tagged along, but finding out the trip was for klaus’ journey to find his mother and the two village idiots who were his emotional support dogs on this trip really pissed you off.
“are you shitting ME KLAUS?” you bark from the backseat.
“okay LOOK i knew you wouldn’t come if i told you why!”
“i’m supposed to be RETIRED YOU ASSHOLE.” five chimes in, his yell actually hurting your ears. “CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP I CAN’T HEAR CAUSE OF YOUR YELLING!” you scream in fives ear.
“WHAT I CAN’T HEAR YOU?!” he taunts back, a completely stupid grin forming on his face.
god you wanted to punch it. his gut renching, horrifyingly good looking face. you and five..were definitely a pair. the hargreeves siblings knew your relationship quite well. they expected the two of you to get along considering you both were stuck in your younger selves. and god were they so wrong. nonstop banter and mini fights is all that ever flew out of your mouths. you two had never had a genuine conversation. in all seriousness, you couldn’t help but look at five in a different light. the amount of trauma he carried on his shoulders made you feel..different. when you two weren’t bickering, he seemed quite nice at times. especially around his siblings, and you wanted that slight kindness given to you.
five notices a sign in the distance, for the largest ball of twine. his body is sent foward, grabbing the wheel from klaus’ grasp. the car swerved sharply to turn down the path.
“five you’re actually an asshat”
“and you’re just a pussy.” he retorts, “aw, can you not handle a slightly harsh turn?”
“like you can get any pussy.” you reply, your voice seeping in venom. you chuckle at your remark, but your laugh grows louder seeing klaus’ reaction in the mirror. the man was flabbergasted, and five was fuming, like corny smoke coming out of his ears fuming.
“fuck you.” he says, rolling his eyes.
“you would.” you reply.
“i’d rather cut off my-.”
“CHILDREN CHILDREN PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP!” klaus interrupts, pointing at the large ball of twine. the three of you exit the car, and examine the ball.
“y’know, i’d thought it be bigger.”
“me too.”
“same.”
the three of your laugh quietly. klaus makes a 180° turn back to the car. you follow along, but are stopped in your tracks by a hand on your shoulder. it’s..five? you turn to face the man. his hands are in his pockets and his weight is shifting from side to side. is he nervous?
“what?” you ask.
“so about what you said back there.” he replies, that shit eating grin forms on his face once more.
“what about it?”
“we’re you joking?” he questions, his gaze not being able to meet yours.
“five, of course i was joking, why would i be serious? isn’t this what we do? get into fights and banter back and forth?”
“yeah, i was just curious.”
he pauses for a moment, recollecting his thoughts. “i hate you.” he spits out.
“please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” you joke, a slight laugh escaping your lips.
“why don’t you come over here and make me?” he replies, locking his green eyes onto yours.
is he actually being serious? does he truly feel this way? is this some kind of joke? you try to search in his eyes for mischief, some sort of evil, anything. yet his eyes gleam with genuine intention. your feet move on their own, your brain not even in control at this point.
his hands cup your face as your lips crash onto his. his hold was gentle, but firm, as if he was scared you would blow away in the wind if he loosened his grip. he tasted like scotch, with a hint of pure, black coffee. his hands found your waist, pulling your body against his. the sudden action caused your hands to slightly pull his hair, but not enough to hurt. passion, love, and maybe a slight bit of lust filled the air around you two.
if it weren’t for a need to breathe, you both wouldn’t have pulled away. yet, something always has to intervene.
“didn’t know you could do that old man.” you chuckle. five’s finger grazes over your kiss swollen lips.
“if i remember right, you’re older than i am.” he responds, a love drunken grin on his face.
“CMON SHITBIRDS WE HAVE PLACES TO BE! PRONTO PRONTO.” klaus yells from the car. his clapping hands signal he’s getting a wee bit pissed. you grab fives arm, pulling him in the direction of the car. as he stumbles forward, you plant a single kiss on his lips, a small smile forming on your face. he continues the kiss, allowing it to linger for a few more seconds.
“god i hate couples.” klaus says.
a/n: i didn’t proofread this BUT I HOPE U ENJOY 🤭🤭
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salvador-daley · 1 year
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Chained ⛓ NEW CHAPTER
A Klaus Hargreeves murder mystery
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A/N: Not me making you wait two months for an update. Sorry folks, my personal life has been kinda nuts lately and I’ve not had the time or brain capacity to focus on writing as much as I’d like. However, I am still chipping away at this story and the result is this fully loaded chapter which is CHOCKFULL of clues.
Many thanks to @ramblingluna aka @helunar1 for the absolutely glorious artwork, which I have been saving especially for this chapter. And thanks as always to @allisoooon for the patient beta read and unbending support. 😘😘
Thanks so much for reading and remember: your comments and kudos mean the world to me (and help to keep the writer’s block at bay) so please do lemme know your thoughts and theories.
Snippet from Chapter 28 Nancy Drew:
Klaus returns the glare for a moment longer, remembering the time he won a staring contest with a particularly pugnacious Yorkshire terrier that time he attempted to steal meds from a vet’s office and somehow ended up in the quarantine kennel.
But then the discomfort becomes unbearable and he can hold it in no longer. “Can I help you with something, Inspector Clouseau?”
Wesson nods, mostly to herself. “That’s a great question, Mr Hargreeves. A great question.” She reaches into a leather messenger bag by her side and pulls out a white spray bottle, placing it on the table in front of them. “Do you know what this is for, Mr Hargreeves?”
Klaus looks at it. The bottle has a label. Red writing, lots of warnings. Something scientific. Although he can’t make out the whole name from this angle, it looks like surface spray. He shrugs. “Cleaning your bathroom?”
Wesson reaches forward and wraps her hand around the bottle, squeezing it in her big fist. “This,” she says, “is a chemical called luminol.” She holds the bottle up to her face and admires it, turning it in her hand as she speaks. “Great little invention. It allows us to see traces of blood, even when it’s been cleaned up.”
Klaus gulps.
Ben looks at him.
Wesson continues. “We used this all over Mr Templeton’s house and do you know what we found, Mr Hargreeves?”
He knows what she found. He can’t let her know that though. He tucks his arms even tighter around his body and slouches against the red leather of the booth, cocking his chin at her in a way he hopes comes across as confident and defiant and not at all guilty as sin. “No? Surprise me.”
“Bloody footprints. All the way down the stairs. In the hallway, in the bathroom. Traces of blood all over his shower. We found blood on the door handle, on the nightstand. We even found it in the sink.”
Klaus decides to switch to his preferred tactic; feigned idiocy.
It works every time.
Well, it works some of the time.
It works about 30 per cent of the time, if he’s being honest.
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean to me, hmmn?”
Wesson lowers the bottle and leans in, penetrating him with her stare now.
He thinks of the dog at the vet’s office. How Klaus had poked his head through the doggie door and the beast had bared its teeth at him, its tiny body shaking all over with unchecked rage.
“It means,” she growls, “that someone was in the room when Mr Templeton died. That they were there when his throat was cut. That they got all covered in his blood and that afterwards they attempted to clean it up.”
Klaus freezes.
Ben’s eyes dart from Klaus to Wesson to Klaus again.
Wesson is still holding his gaze, attempting to snap him open, to break him like a dry twig.
He waits a beat.
“Have you ever seen Heat?” he asks. “Amazing film. Robert deNiro at his best.”
Read the rest on AO3
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intothemultifandom · 2 years
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– 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 || 𝐛𝐞𝐧 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬
SUMMARY: The thing about Klaus Hargeeves and the titles he had was that, for all the bad and bloodied ones he’d accumulated over his weirdly-long-but-should-have-been-shorter lifetime– nothing hurt more than becoming a stranger. PAIRINGS: Klaus x Reader (Platonic), Sparrow!Reader x Sparrow!Ben (Romance), Past!Reader x Umbrella!Ben (Romance), Klaus x Reader x Ben TAGS/WARNINGS: angst ; romance
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Klaus Hargeeves had accumulated more than his fair share of titles over the course of his weirdly-long-but-should-have-been-shorter lifetime.
Before the first Apocalypse, he’d been Klaus: Number Four. The Séance. Family fuck-up and resident weirdo.
When he’d ended up smack-dab in the middle of the Vietnam war, the list only grew from there: Private Hargreeves. Soldier. Murderer.
The titles were no less bloody than his first few, and maybe if he’d saved Dave the additions might’ve been an easier pill to swallow.
But Klaus lost Dave anyway and though he wasn’t into the swallowing business nowadays (of pills, that is), the dog tags he wore beneath his torn shirt were a bitter reminder that death and misery would follow him always.
Even after leaving The Umbrella Academy. 
When he and his family failed to save the world the first time (which, according to a very snappish Five, was not technically the first time; very tensed up man-child, mind you)–Klaus, as always, did what he did best.
He accepted the cards he’d been dealt with, and he settled.
And for the most part, things were okay. Delightful, even.
Amongst his Cult, he’d been a Messiah. God. 
As if God wasn’t already fucked up for putting him through all the shit he’d been through, Klaus accepted the monicker with a grain of salt and revelled in the false sense of security it gave him.
So long as he was God, nothing would touch him or his people. 
Because, for all that Klaus was unlucky, for all that he was unfortunate when it came to too-bloody-titles and titles that were false in every way, somehow he’d ended up in 1960 with not only Ben, but with you, too. 
From 1960 to 1962, the years you shared together–you, consoling him first after an argument with Ben before astral projecting yourself between worlds to coax your boyfriend back; Ben, always disagreeing with anything to do with Destiny’s Children until you’d concede sweetly in turn; and him, teasing Ben mercilessly for making him a third-wheel but purposely making him more tangible so his love-struck brother could rest his head above your heart–reminded Klaus of the only good titles he had alongside his name. 
To the world (old and new), Klaus Hargreeves was known as many things.  Weird things. Bloody things. But to Ben, his Benirrino, Klaus was his brother. 
He could be overwhelming to a fault, he knew, but Ben–angry, bitter and emo Benny boy– loved him all the same. And Klaus would’ve died a happy bastard knowing he had at least one sibling with him 60 years in the past. 
With you, [N/N], Klaus didn’t quite know why you’d stuck with him after Ben had died in the original timeline. Until the epiphany came to him between nights you sought each other to grieve and days you went looking for a new high that he’d never had a best-friend before.
He might’ve been responsible for half the stress you were constantly under, but you had accepted him anyways and always in the ways that mattered and for that, Klaus would make do with a sappy Ben if it meant having you there with him, too.  
After two glorious years of just being Ben’s playful brother and [Y/N]’s chaotic best-friend, Klaus thought he could well and truly live if he only ever had to answer to these two titles.
And then, Five re-appeared.
The rest of his family, too. 
And suddenly, the world was back on a timer. 
Klaus had to be Number Four again. Had to be The Séance, the Soldier.
If they wanted an edge over the Temps Time Commission, he had to bring out the whole shabam and play into everything Daddy-dearest ever wanted of him in order to do anything and return to a timeline where he was all these shitty titles (some shameful, some not) and then some.  
And while he could’ve done it, could’ve accepted the bitter reality-check like the good little Solider that he was–it became a little harder for Klaus to just settle with the cards he’d been dealt with when Ben dies saving Viktor. 
It becomes even worse when, just as the two of you are almost out, almost back-in-your-original timeline, you decide to shield Allison during a barrage of gunfire. 
Klaus had seen you first amidst the chaos–eyes wide, hands trembling–and had cheered in a moment of drunken stupor before Five called your name.  Had called for you as though he couldn’t see you even though you were standing right there...
He barely manages to process what’s happened and the fact he’s lost his brother and best-friend all in one sweep (He sees Dave in the distance, and blood roars in his ears) before Viktor’s at his side, gently holding onto his hand with the echo of grief in his eyes as Five opens the briefcase. 
The last image he sees of 1962 is the small, sad, smile of your apparition as he falls forward in time and into a world that spits at everything he ever was. 
Because there, in 2019, is Ben. 
Alive. Breathing. Whole. 
“Dad, who are these assholes?” his brother’s voice echoes through the long room, Klaus’ stomach lurching as Ben considers them without a hint of recognition. 
His heart swells and the breaks again because with that question, his brother dies again.
“Come on Ben, play nice...” To the collective surprise and horror mounting amongst his family, your gentle voice cuts through the air as you step out from behind his brother to place a hand on his shoulder. 
Flushed and lively despite being dead only a few moments prior–he’s not the only one disoriented seeing you in front of them. 
“But he does have a point,” you continue onward, uncaring of the sharp breath Allison takes (your blood is still splattered on her face) or the way Diego’s eyes dart between you and Ben; side by side, even in another life.
“Who are you and why are you here?” 
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fiveapocalypse · 7 months
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Do I redo my euphoria AU … I mean Family line is technically something else entirely. I only kept euphoria up because I kinda felt like I had to but now I’m feeling like redoing it like, actually, and writing like, a proper five goes to school AU with a plot and all.
I’ll possibly try. No promises. I might discontinue a few stories though, or put them on hold. Currently working on Family line is a bit draining, trying to form a chapter for Saudade is difficult, and I wanna just, divide my attention between two stories for once that I won’t immediately feel overwhelmed with so… will be reworking euphoria! Family line is kind of a rework but Euphoria is like, an honest rework with attention to plot and all.
Credit for inspiration for this new AU goes to @luwe21 cause I was browsing five Hargreeves tag and that popped up.
I might, actually, rework Saudade into this AU instead of the odd idea I had with it before. Mix two premises together. The general gist is that this is S4, my own little speculation thing, the reset is explained a bit more with the idea that everyone was reset to their earlier selves which is, basically
1; Luther didn’t get almost killed and given an Ape body
2: Allison still has Claire and her acting career but without Patrick, Ray is her husband now
3: Diego is the same as always. Think Season one Diego
4: Klaus doesn’t have his hello or goodbye tattoos. Or his dog tags, because he didn’t go to Vietnam until Five came back from the 60’s
5: Five is a child again. He’s a child mentally, physically, emotionally. He has his memories but the reset basically threw him back into his apocalypse body after the first few months of being stranded there. It would explain why he doesn’t have his powers, just like in the apocalypse. (I know everyone else also doesn’t have their powers but bear with me here) I’ll think about his age regression a bit more :))
6: Ben is sparrow Ben… :)
7: Viktor STILL doesn’t have his powers, because he’s been reset back to BEFORE he had them back by getting off his meds though without the meds this time. This just means he’s gonna have to try his best to reclaim them.
8: Lila doesn’t have her baby (sorry folks), but she’s also still with Diego. There’s not much to change for her tbh. Well.. I wouldn’t say not much … :)
Okay, that’s the gist of S4 reset that happens. This is probably a spoiler for the fic itself BUT, I’m very inclined to change things so :). I will be working on an actual plot for this story, alongside family line. Hope you guys enjoy!
(Psst @soshadysoquiet @nosolaceofastraightanswer @ollycohens )
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deathclassic · 10 days
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fictional world tag game
thanks for the tag @creepkinginc @iandarling @mybrainismelted and @energievie (this is so cool thanks for making it @lupeloto )
favorite fictional character from a movie? juno macguff from juno lol
favorite fictional character from tv? klaus hargreeves from umbrella academy
favorite fictional character of all time? all time?! fuck, probably like,,,,scooby doo or something
if you could be irl friends with any three fictional characters, who? klaus from umbrella academy, mickey milkovich and misty from pokemon
favorite fictional couple: gallavich or leslie knope and ben wyatt
okay, you can only choose one fictional character to get stranded on an island with: the drummer from the hex girls
one fictional world you would hate to be a part of: stranger things but my name isn't a form of william nor do i know a willliam so at least i won't get posessed
one fictional world you would love to be a part of: umbrella academy, i already have the tattoo so i am now a hargreeves and my powers include night hearing, dogs understanding where i point
your “HEAR ME OUT” fictional couple: oh oh eddie munson and argyle from stranger things, i dont CARE that theyve never met i just think they would have fun exploring each others bodies
and finally, something you’re looking forward to this week? um i dont know if im looking forward to it but i start solo baking on friday and saturday so im trusted with the entire store on my own at 2:30am and im shit scared and im also really sick so rip everyone i guess
not tagging anyone for obvious reasons
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fire-gift · 2 years
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Who is gonna make that klave parallel gifset about dave and klaus wounds in the chest?
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theseancekid · 6 months
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He knows he shouldn't ask. Doesn't even know if she can do it anymore, honestly. If she's anything like the rest of them, something has to be on the fritz by now— none of the Hargreeves kids made it into their 30s without some awful defect from their so-called "Extraordinary" powers. Hell, not all of the Hargreeves kids lived into their 30s to begin with.
And even if she can do it, he knows it comes with a terrible price, it always does. His memories are all hazy, but he still thinks about the way she would tremble, the way her body didn't seem to belong to her for just a few seconds. Fucking terrifying, that's all he really remembers. Not a parlour trick— he knows what that feels like, to turn tricks just to make ends meet like some gutter trash Criss Angel.
No, he shouldn't ask. That would be a dick move.
Only...
Well, he's already here. And she's already looking at him. And there's an ache inside him so big it feels like he's bleeding out on her goddamn carpet and— don't be a pussy, Klaus, just ASK HER!
"Hey, Em! Hi. Sorry, sorry, I'll just be a tick. I just, uh..." He steps into the room and already he feels like a goddamn wreck. He runs a hand through his already-frazzled hair, curls his toes up against the bottom of his shoes until the buzzing energy quiets down just enough for him to power through.
"I know...I know you don't it anymore, but I..."
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Trembling hands grip at the dog-tags around his chest, and for a moment the world melts into a fuzzy haze before he blinks the tears out of his eyes and forces a breath so deep into his lungs that his whole body burns with it.
"I was kinda hoping you might...y'know, help me find some answers."
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jellybeanium124 · 2 years
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Klaus: oh hey! You got Judge Walton! Don't worry, he's a sweetie, this'll go fine.
Viktor, about to explode from anxiety: yaay
I just got this vivid image in my head of Klaus escorting Viktor to court over a speeding ticket, and didn't have enough to write a fic, so I had to draw it. He may have proudly ended the world twice, but getting in trouble still makes him cry. Also, Klaus is chewing bubblegum.
[Image ID: a digital drawing of Klaus and Viktor Hargreeves, post season 3, standing in a courtroom. Klaus is on the right, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. He is wearing Dave's dog tags, a partially see-through crop tank top, a long brown jacket with patches and a creme fluffy trim, purple leather pants, and old brown boots that are laced up very loose at the top. He is looking confidently to our right.
Viktor is standing next to Klaus, on our left, grabbing onto Klaus's right arm for support. He is standing kind of hunched over, and tearing up, obviously terrified. He is wearing a white button-up, blue tie, gray slacks, and black dress shoes.
There are arrows above both of their heads. The arrow above Viktor's head has text that says "Absolutely terrified about court hearing for speeding ticket." the arrow above Klaus's head has text that says "Big Brother Chaperone who knows whole court system and every judge." /end ID]
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