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rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves;umbrella academy
word count: 3646
request?: yes!
@werewolfbanshee-love “Awesome, so since I started today with the show can I ask for Y/N to be Klaus’s support and saves him from Cha-Cha and Hazel just being a badass”
description: in which the powerless human takes down two time commission agents on her own
pairing: klaus hargreeves x female!reader
warnings: swearing, violence, i use the name “vanya” in this one just because it takes place in season one
masterlist (one, two, three)
A family full of superheroes, and those fuckers had no idea that one of their brothers was missing. Too wrapped up in their own bullshit to care about anything else. All those superheroes, and it took a goddamn regular human to track down and save a missing Klaus.
I had been in Klaus’ room, waiting for him to come back, when I heard gunshots downstairs. I quickly dropped to the floor and got under his bed for protection. I was not super human, so there was absolutely zero way I was getting involved with whatever was happening. I hoped Klaus also wasn’t getting involved. I listened to the sound of footsteps running past the room, things crashing downstairs, and more gunshots. My breathing became heavier with panic with every passing sound.
I waited a few seconds after the noises went quiet, waiting for any signs of Klaus, or anyone for that matter, coming to check on me. When nothing happened, I hesitantly crawled out from under the bed. I heard slamming doors outside and looked out just in time to see two figures getting into a black car and drive away from the Hargreeves residence. Neither figure looked like any of the Hargreeves siblings, so I took this to mean that the danger had left.
I slowly opened Klaus’ bedroom door and started down the hallway. There was bullet holes in the walls and pictures knocked down. The bathroom door was still open, so I peaked inside but found it empty. There were signs that Klaus had been in there, but none as to where he had gone after his bath.
I could hear voices as I descended the stairs. The giant chandelier from the foyer was now laying shattered in the middle of the floor. An uneasy feeling started to grow in my stomach.
I found Diego, Allison, and Vanya in the living room.
“Hey,” I said, breaking up their conversation. “Where’s Klaus?”
“Who cares?” Diego retorted.
“Uncalled for, Diego,” Allison muttered. “(Y/N), are you okay?”
“Fine,” I said, glaring at Diego before turning to walk away. It was clear I was getting no help from them.
I searched the entire Hargreeves estate to no avail. I knew there was no way Klaus would leave without telling me. He could be a space case sometimes, but he usually remembered to tell me things. Also, he was in the bath. How would he just get out of there and leave during all that commotion without coming to put clothes on? I’d know if he left, I was sure of it.
A thought popped into my head then: the car I had seen drive away. I rushed to Reginald’s office, the one place in the whole house I knew would have a pen and paper. I quickly wrote down the details of the car before I could forget, including the license plate number.
There has to be a way I can find this car, I thought.
But how?
Driving around town was a no go. It was too big of a town, too many places they could’ve gone or still be going to. It would take me hours, even days. Klaus might not have that long.
There was one option I could try.
I ran back down over the stairs just in time to catch Diego leaving. “Wait! Diego, wait, I need a favor.”
He paused at the door and turned to face me. “What’s in it for me?”
I rolled my eyes. “What, are you 12?”
“No, just a man who knows an opportunity when he sees it.”
“Do me this favor or I get Luther to super strength kick you in the nuts.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
He looked at me, as if trying to decide whether to call my bluff or not. After a few moments, he signed and said, “What do you want?”
“I need you to call your cop girlfriend.”
“Patch? Why?”
I couldn’t tell him my suspicions about Klaus’ disappearance. He’d never believe me. I had only properly met Klaus’ siblings a few days earlier, but I could already tell they thought very lowly of him. They would just brush off his sudden disappearance as him going off on a bender and not worry about it.
“I just need her help,” I responded instead. “Please Diego.”
He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Patch’s number. I thanked him profusely as I took his phone. It rang for a short while before Patch answered, “Diego, what do you w - ”
“Patch!” I cut her off. “Detective Patch, this is actually (Y/N), Diego’s brother’s girlfriend. I asked him to call you for me.”
“Oh, I remember you. You’re Klaus’ girlfriend. A little too stable for a guy like him.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Listen, I need a favor. I know this is a long shot because you don’t know me, but I needed a plate run on a car to try to find it. I assume cops can do that. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s important. I - ” I looked over at Diego, who was looking down at his knives and clearly pretending he wasn’t listening. I lowered my voice to say, “I think something happened to Klaus.”
“If it’s something so serious you’re asking for police involvement, you may just want to file a report with the police.”
“No offence, but I don’t completely trust the cops to find him in time. I don’t even trust Klaus’ siblings and they have powers. Look, all I’m asking is any info you can find on this car, that’s it. Please Patch.”
There was a moment of silence. I expected her to say no. It was a big ask for her to do this for someone she didn’t even know. As far as I could tell, she didn’t even like Diego all that much right now. But I needed her to say yes. If she didn’t, I would already be at a severe disadvantage in finding Klaus before it was too late.
“Okay,” she said, finally. “Give me the information.”
I thanked her and gave her the details I had on the car. I also gave her my phone number so she’d call me and not Diego. I thanked Diego again as I gave him his phone back and went back to Klaus’ room to wait. There wasn’t much I could do until Patch got back to me about the car. If she couldn’t find any details about the car, I’d definitely be shit out of luck. I’d never find Klaus.
I paced up and down Klaus’ room. I kept looking out the window, as if the car would return and bring Klaus back safely. I could hear his siblings moving around the house, but not once coming to see where Klaus was. I knew Diego didn’t give a shit, but I thought maybe Allison or Vanya cared enough about their brother to be concerned when I said he was missing. Wishful thinking, I guess.
When my phone rang, I practically jumped out of my skin. I answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”
“I got your car,” came Patch’s voice. “And a location.”
Roughly 20 minutes later, I was parked outside of a motel. The car wasn’t in the parking lot, but Patch swore this was the last known location. It was dark and my body was starting to realize it hadn’t slept in well over 12 hours. But I pushed through it. I needed to find Klaus. I needed him to be alive and safe.
The car finally pulled into the lot nearly an hour later. All sleep immediately left my body as I sat up and watched intently. The car parked and a man and woman got out. They didn’t go around to the back of the car to take a third person out, so I could only assume that Klaus was already inside their room. I got out of my car, grabbing the crowbar I had taken as a weapon before starting to follow Klaus’ captors at a safe distance. They turned a corner and I paused to let them get far enough away to keep myself safe. When I peaked around the corner, they had gone into one of the rooms.
I silently crept down the block of rooms. There was only one room with the lights on, so it was easy to find where the assailants were. I peaked through the thin white curtains to see a figure tied to a chair between the two beds.
Klaus.
I could see his two captors stood facing him, side on to where I was but not able to see me. I couldn’t make out much as the curtains still blocked a lot of my vision.
I hadn’t thought this far ahead. What was the next step here? How did I get them out of the room long enough for me to save Klaus? Or how did I knock them out long enough?
They wouldn’t just answer the door if I knocked, would they?
I took the chance and knocked at the door. “Housekeeping!”
There was silence. I knew it was a long shot, but I had no other plan, and I wasn’t sure how much time I had.
I tried again, knocking three times and repeating, “Housekeeping!”
My heart jumped when I heard the doorknob turn and the door suddenly opened. A tall man with brown hair and a beard looked down at me. Realizing that I wasn’t housekeeping, he looked at me in confusion.
I smiled. “Hello.”
And then I swung my crowbar.
It connected with the side of his head, knocking him to the door. I was surprised by how little effort it took to take him down. Now, where’s the other one?
My question was quickly answered by the sound of gunshots. I dove behind the nearest bed as the woman stepped out of the bathroom, now wearing a mask and shooting at me as I fell to the ground. I should’ve known they’d have guns. I heard the gunshots when I was at the Hargreeves’ place. And yet I came with a crowbar in hand, something that I needed to be very close to the attackers in order to use.
Stupid!
I looked over to where the man was laying unconscious. His white button up shirt was tucked into his pants, revealing his own holster with the gun. I knew it was a bad idea, but I needed to get that gun. At least to try and defend myself from this lady attacker.
I inched forward slowly. She had stopped shooting at me, so I knew she was just waiting for me to come out from my hiding spot. I had a short period of time to try and grab the gun and dive back to where I was hiding before her bullets finally made connections with my body. I had to grab something to cover me, or at least that would hopefully cover me, long enough for me to get the gun.
I looked up to see the a large briefcase on the table behind me. It was a long shot, I’m pretty sure bullets can go through briefcases, but it was all that I had. I turned so my feet were facing towards the table and kicked it. The briefcase wobbled slightly, but didn’t move.
“Hey!” called the female attacker. “What are you doing?!”
I kicked the table again and the briefcase fell over, the handle facing outwards. I reached up and grabbed it, pulling it down just in time for another bullet to whiz past my hand.
“You’re not a very good shot,” I taunted.
I held the briefcase in front of my body as I scurried out from behind the bed towards the unconscious man. I heard more gunshots and, surprisingly, they ricocheted off the briefcase.
This thing must be maid of titanium or something. It can’t be a normal briefcase.
I fumbled with the latch on his holster as another shot ran out, bouncing off the briefcase again. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding with adrenaline. I needed to get this thing off. I needed this to be a fair fight. When the latch finally popped free, I breathed a sigh of relief before taking the gun and diving back behind the bed, taking the briefcase with me. I had a feeling it was something important, and maybe I could exchange it for Klaus.
“Listen!” I called. “I’ve never dealt with all this shooting and kidnapping shit before. I’m not part of the Umbrella Academy, I don’t have powers, I’m just a normal person. I came here because I think you took my boyfriend and I want him back. Whatever you have against the Umbrella Academy I can assure you has nothing to do with Klaus. If you’d just give him up to me, I’ll give you back your briefcase and we’ll leave. I promise you we won’t interfere with whatever you have going on. Truthfully, I don’t even really like Klaus’ siblings right now, so if you want to go after them I won’t be standing in your way.”
There was silence. I was starting to get sick of this type of silence. Either agree or disagree with what I was saying. It wasn’t that deep to have to think about it for this long about my proposition.
Another gunshot rang out, so I took that as a no.
My hands were still shaking as I popped up from behind the bed and started blindly shooting. I had never handled a gun before. They were loud and extremely scary. I knew there was very little chance I would actually hit her, but maybe if I was lucky I’d get a good shot in and I could just take Klaus and run.
It didn’t take long for me to use up all of my bullets. I looked up to see that she was nowhere to be seen. I started to rise to my feet, hoping I had hit her and she was laying on the ground. But, of course, no such luck. The moment I stood, she came out of the bathroom again, gun lifted and aimed at me. My quick instincts were suddenly gone as I stared down the barrel of the gun that would undoubtably kill me. I wondered if Klaus’ siblings would find him before he joined me in my fate. I wondered if Diego would feel guilty for not listening to me when I asked him about Klaus being missing. If any of them would even feel somewhat remorseful for not saving me or Klaus in time.
Instead of another shot ringing out, though, the gun just clicked. Both of us looked at each other - well, I looked at her, her mask looked at me - dumbfounded. She tried again and got the same results. A laughed bubbled in my throat and escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Her gun had ran out of bullets, too.
She dropped the gun and lunged over the two beds towards me. She took my off guard long enough to knock me to the ground. I tried to swing at her, but her mask was just as hard as the briefcase was. I howled in pain as my fist collided with the mask for the first time, definitely shattering the bones in my hand. She seemed delighted by the fact that I was caught off guard again and punched me in the face. Pain exploded from my nose causing tears to well up into my eyes.
My crowbar was laying just inches away from me, next to the briefcase. Either one of those things would definitely work in this situation, but I had to hit her just right on the back of her head. It was obvious hitting the mask would only protect her. And I had to do it while she least expected it. If she knew what my plan was, she’d stop me in an instant and probably take me out with her own bare hands.
I stretched an arm out as she hit me again. The pain was almost unbearable. I’d have to get my nose and my hand looked at by a doctor I was sure, but for now I had to focus on surviving this attack and saving Klaus. I felt my fingers brush against one of the two potential weapons and closed them around it. I wasn’t sure which one I had grabbed, but it didn’t matter to me now. I grit my teeth against the pain and hissed out, “You should’ve taken my deal.”
I swung and the briefcase collided with the back of her head. She fell off of me, limp on the ground. I looked down at her to see blood forming on the back of her head. Knowing she was down for the count, I quickly stood and looked for where they could’ve hidden Klaus. It didn’t take long, though, as the silence finally fell over the room made it easier to hear the sound of muffled yelling coming from the closet. When I threw the doors open, I found Klaus, wrapped only in a towel and tied to the chair. His face was just as blood as mine was.
I nearly sobbed as I reached to take the tape off of his mouth.
“You found me,” he breathed.
“I wasn’t giving up until I did,” I said. “Come on, let’s get you out of here before they wake up.”
I undid his bindings and helped him to his feet. We started out of the room, but I paused to take my crowbar and the briefcase. I figured I could use some leverage if these assholes tried to come after us again.
We scurried across the parking lot to my car. My hand and nose were throbbing. I cradled my hand on my lap and drove with the other towards my house. I felt it was a better option than going back to the Hargreeves’ place. I didn’t want his siblings to see both of us all beat up and realize I had been right about Klaus’ disappearance. Not yet, anyways. I’d save the gloating for later.
When we got back to my place, I ran the shower for Klaus so he could clean himself up. I wrapped my hand in gauze from my first aid kit and held an icepack to my nose until the swelling went down. I then cleaned the blood from my face, careful not to accidentally bump my nose. I’d need to seek medical attention, but that was for a later time.
Klaus had clothes at my place, so I laid them out on my bed for him. Poor thing had been in just a towel for who knows how long.
When he came into my room, he paused at the door to look over me. He winced as he looked at my wrapped up hand. “Did they hurt you bad?”
“Well, this was me actually,” I said. “Those fucking masks were harder than I expected them to be. But she did break my nose. I’ll go see a doctor tomorrow. Did they hurt you bad?”
“No broken bones.” He took the clothes from my bed and changed into them. “I can’t believe you risked your life for me like that.”
“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I? They took you and they were hurting you.”
“I have superhuman siblings, though.”
I shook my head. “Too wrapped up in themselves to even listen to me. There was no other choice than for me to come find you myself.”
Klaus climbed into bed next to me. I rolled onto my side to face him, and he did the same, propping himself up on his elbow as he did so.
“I can’t believe you knocked both of them out on your own,” he said. “I heard all that gunfire and thought for sure you were dead.”
“Well, the guy wasn’t too hard to take down. He answered the door with no mask on, so I just hit him with the crowbar I brought with me. The woman put up more of a fight. I was lucky she was dumb enough to empty her gun while trying to shoot me or else I likely would’ve been a goner.”
He looked over me again. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. It was like a combination of things. Love was the one thing I was sure I was seeing.
“I can’t believe you came for me,” he said again.
I smiled and leaned closer to him. “I love you, Klaus. I’d do anything to make sure you were safe. That includes risking my life to go after two kidnappers with guns and titanium masks on my own to save you from them.”
Klaus smiled. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He pulled me the rest of the way forward, closing the gap between us to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him, leaning forward into the kiss so the two of us were laying down. I winced briefly as my nose brushed against his, sending a slight pain through my face.
“Sorry,” Klaus said, his voice soft. “You need to get that fixed. I can’t just not kiss you.”
I giggled. “Tomorrow, I promise. We need to rest now, though. We both had quite the night.”
As if finally realizing how tired he was, Klaus yawned and nodded. I settled into the bed next to him, cuddling into his chest. I could hear his heart beating as he drifted off to sleep. I used it as a reminder that he was there, that I had saved him, as my adrenaline finally wore off and I finally fell asleep.
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Hiiii do you think you could do a Nathan young x an easily flustered reader? Somebody who would easily fall for his charm
hi baby, i'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it, and I apologise for how short it is.
summary - nathan goes out of his way to make you flustered.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You could feel your cheeks heat up as your eyes connected to Nathan’s from across the community centre. You quickly look away and continue to paint the wall in front of you. “Oi, pretty girl!” You ignore him, not wanting him to see how flustered you get from his words alone. Nathan whistles, making his way over to you. “Hey, pretty girl, didn’t ya hear me?” His Irish accent filled your ears, causing you to look at him. “There ya go! Finally got ya attention!” He gives you a cheeky smile, enjoying how flustered you get around him.
“W–what, uh….” You stumble on your words, staring into his pretty eyes.
“Aw! Pretty girl can’t speak!” Nathan smirks, “Do I get ya all flustered, baby? It’s cause I’m so charming, huh?” You giggle, turning your head away.
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Five: I am at loss for words!
Klaus, narrating: Despite being lost for words, Five yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.
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Movie Night / Umbrella Academy x Reader Imagine
Request: Hi Cee! I saw that you want a TUA request, and I managed to think of one. How about a movie night with Klaus (and maybe Ben)? That just sounds like a lot of fun to me. You can make it into either an imagine or headcanons, whatever works better for you.
Ahhh thank you so much my lovely @holymultiplefandomsbatman this sounds so cosy!!
Warning: very slight swearing, mentions of cigarettes and mentions of arson (Klaus being Klaus).
If you enjoy, PLEASE let me know and comment!!
(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nomatterifyoureblackorwhite.)
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You weren’t surprised to see smoke billowing out of the microwave?
Disappointed? Perhaps. Shocked? Not at all. You were even less amazed to see Klaus’ legs dangling out from over the counter, haphazardly balancing on the table as he used a dish cloth to try and whip away the smoke from the air. Sadly, he was not very successful, as the blaring screech and blips of the fire alarm sounding throughout the kitchen of the Academy quickly made apparent to you. The sound of Five’s groaning growl reverberating out of his room and down through the ceiling only made it all the more clearer.
‘Christ on a cracker... Ben, I thought I asked you to HELP.’
Ben is sitting on a kitchen stool next to a flailing Klaus. He’s nonchalantly sipping a glass of lemonade, and trying his hardest not to snicker as Klaus falls off the counter and teddy bear rolls onto the floor in an attempt to correct himself.
‘Why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault you have the brain of a peanut.’
Klaus looks incredibly disgruntled as his head pops up from behind the dining room table. His cheeks are covered in some kind of ashy soot, which he happily swells into a crystal cloud as he sneezes into Ben’s disgusted face. As Klaus hurls himself off the ground and tries to stop the shoulder of his shirt from smouldering by wildly hitting it with his ‘hello’ hand, Ben takes the opportunity to stop him from launching a barrage attack of talking.
‘I said I’d come to supervise, not to help. Maybe you should clear your ears out.’
‘Supervising is Y/n’s job, they’re the only one with a braincell in this house. Such a shame you were born without even one, Benny Boy.’ Klaus throws him a mock frown, shuffling forward on his knees to lean his arms on Ben’s lap and slap his kneecap.
‘That was a terrible comeback’, Ben snorts as he reaches past Klaus’ ears and tries to take the strangely popping, twisting and still expanding bag of popcorn out of the melting microwave to open it. When he’s greeted only by another outpouring of smoke and a hacking cough in response, he decides to drop it in the sink and douse it in water. They’d been lucky enough that Luther hadn’t already come stomping down the stairs to tell them to quit their racket, or that Diego hadn’t come in and yelled at them for setting the alarm off while he was trying to nap. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Klaus yells out and opens his arms wide, flailing.
‘Y/n! Where the hell have you been! How could you leave me alone with Ben?!’ He comes sprinting towards you, giving you only a few seconds to widen your eyes in shock, stumble backwards, and try to brace your arms to protect yourself before Klaus has leapt and is now straddling your waist in a bone crushing hug. He doesn’t care that the selection of movies you had snuck up and stolen from Allison’s rooms have all scattered to the floor, he’s too busy nestling his head into your neck and crushing all the air out of your lungs.
‘Klaus... for the love of- I’ve only been gone for fifteen minutes and you’ve already managed to burn down the house.’
He only dramatically kisses the top of your head before dropping his feet back down onto the floor. ‘Who cares, right? I mean, we all hate this house anyway, and dad’s dead’, he grins, holding his hand out beside him as if in a half shrug. ‘So I guess the house is ours to do with as we please!’ He does a ostentatious spin around you, the ruffles of his leather skirt flowing over your abdomen like the old tune of a long ago dream. He eventually stops to place a forearm on your shoulder, leaning in close so he can whisper into your ear with a high-pitched giggle. ‘I vote arson.’
‘And I vote that you both help me carry these snacks and soda bottles before I collapse’, Ben calls from where he’s half hidden behind the snack cabinet. You can barely make out his hoodie moving, shuffling what you can only guess is approximately five massive bottles into the brackets of his elbows.
‘You don’t get a vote - we’ve already established you don’t have a braincell.’ Klaus squats down on the floor beside you and helps you gather up the discs one again, bundling them into your arms as Ben yells out in mock insult.
‘Oh, quit your yapping and come on! If we don’t get into the living room now then Luther’s going to come down and start doing his evening yoga again’, he shivers, ‘and I do not want to be there for that again. Last time he roped me in, and the nightmares I’ve had about doing the downward double dog pose-’
You snort and hit him in the side, the brightest smile on Klaus’ face as he turns to you and laughs, his mirth filled with all the joy and love in the world. Ben comes staggering round to your other side, and you do your best to loop your arms round both of theirs, as they do in return, before you all set off through the door. I mean, you try - but mostly you all go sauntering towards it and then realise when Klaus bumps against the doorframe that three people going through at once is not going to work. Instead of doing the normal thing of letting the two of you go first, he decides to just jump onto your back and you have to give him a piggy back ride through the house before dumping him down onto the sofa.
Ben flops down on the cushion next to him, waiting for you to set up the small television set Grace had kindly got out from the locked cupboard and wheeled in for the three of you, before the two of them scoot sideways and leave you space to sit down between them. You’re sitting knee to knee for a while, dragging the lone blanket you found in your room down from the back of the settee to instead cover your laps. As the intro credits begin to roll, and the dim light of the slightly dinged and ancient T.V. blares into your eyes, Ben grabs a few cups and starts handing out drinks.
Klaus takes his with a flick of his hair, downing it all in one go as Ben looks on with a mix of resignation and absolute horror. When he’s finished, he tosses the mug onto the carpet and leans back against the armrest. To your own despair, as he does this he simultaneously swings his legs up so they’re lying over your own lap.
‘You know, I once had a boyfriend who looked exactly like Hugh Grant.’
‘As if’, Ben retorts as he opens a packet of gummy sweets and offers to the two of you. Klaus just grabs them from his fingers and dumps them into the ornate bowl Reginald Hargreeves had left on the living room table - the same precise one he had forbade any of the children from ever touching lest it loses its unspeakable value. Between the sugary cracks of the sweets, you could still make out the remnants of crater burns of cigarette butts.
Ben snuggles down against your shoulder, and you happily open up your arm to allow him to rest the back of his head against your cheek. The warmth of his body, and the way he lifts his hand to rub tenderly against the hand you’ve rested against his neck already fills you with a tenderness as warm as a sunned cat. Feeling left out, Klaus earns an irritated whine from the two of you as he suddenly tries to twist himself around. He looks like a bug trapped in a spider’s web, punching out and trapping himself in the blanket before he finally settles. He kicks his legs into the darkness over the edge of the sofa, choosing instead to shove the blanket onto Ben and rest his head on your lap, the curls tangling up your abdomen.
‘I did too’, he manages to mumble out as he shoves his face full of a handful of chips. ‘He was a terrible kisser, but he did make the most wonderful pineapple upside down cake.’
‘Okay, now I know you’re lying’, you state, reaching down to scrape your fingers over Klaus’ scalp. He twitches happily in your lap as you say, ‘I’ve never seen you eat fruit in your whole damn life.’
‘I’ll eat it if it’s in cake.’
‘Oh my god’, Ben despairs, sliding down further into your side whilst shaking his head, covering his eyes with with his hand.
‘What!? Mr. ‘I’ll only eat waffles for dinner’-’
‘Hey, waffles count as breakfast and dinner food. I’m in the right here. I’m valid.’
Klaus tries to throw a gummy work at Ben’s face, succeeding only at tossing it through the door way. He hits his target on the next go, though, and leaves Ben wiping his nose with the edge of his sleeve as he reaches out to grab more. Ben’s faster though, dipping his hand into the own packet of chewy sweets he dumped beside them and whirling them at Klaus’ head until Klaus has melodramatically fallen down onto the floor.
The night ends in its usual way, with Diego sauntering down the main stairwell and peeking through the hallway door to see what the heck all the noise is, holding a knife at the ready in case the Academy was being ransacked or burgled. He’s greeted by the sight of you standing on the living room table, arms pull to the brim of popcorn kernels. Ben has taken refuge under the table, his raven hair absolutely drenched with soda, as well as half the askew paintings and bookshelves behind him. Klaus has knocked the sofa onto its side, and has managed to falter in throwing his handful of gumballs over the top as he spots his other brother.
At first, Diego only sighs and puts his knife back away into his belt, preparing himself to turn and leave. When he feels a sweet hit the back of his head with a thunk... well, let’s just say that Five comes storming down to see what on earth is going on about ten minutes later, only to find you all in roughly the same positions... as well as Diego swinging from the chandelier with chip crumbs on his shirt.
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Good Looking Boy [ Klaus Hargreeves x Reader ]
Summary: Klaus goes to you first when he returns from the 60’s, only to be met with a very different reality.
Warnings: Cussing, mentions of drug use and drinking, rehab mention for Klaus
A/N: wow! I did not expect to write this much and get so into the story… I would say part 2 but knowing myself it would take me a month to return to the imagine lol. Enjoy loves! <3
Song based Fic: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse
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Tides thrash inside
Baby, I'm high octane
Fever in a shock wave
My core vibrates in an opium haze
Yet you think we're the same
When Klaus returned from the 60’s with his family, they knew something definitely was wrong. However, a part of Klaus longed to find his long lost love - someone he had to leave in the apocalypse - you.
He thought about you everyday while he was gone. Of course Klaus, he hid it very well and played it off that he was excitable and enjoying his cult following. However, Ben noticed him flinch when others would fling themselves on Klaus, wanting his love. Ben knew that Klaus only had eyes for you. And, it didn’t help in Klaus’ case that he gushed about you to his father when they all had met him in the 60’s, as Klaus would soon find out his mistake.
The minute everyone settled into the hotel Obsidian, Klaus left to go find you. He knew Five advised everyone from making things worse, but his beating heart would only calm once he laid eyes on you. He didn’t care if this version of you was different or hated him or simply turned him away, but he wanted to know you were okay. He had to know you were okay.
Once he found your address and the apartment you were staying at, he was only met with the face of a gruff looking man who looked high out of his mind. Klaus could smell the stench on him. There were two options he had, he could either book it and run or see if this was actually your place.
“Does (Y/N) (L/N) live here currently?” Klaus asked sheepishly, trying to appear nice so the dude wouldn’t slam the door in Klaus’ face
“What do you want with her?” The man said in a raspy voice.
“Old friend of mine.” Who Klaus was desperately in love with.
“She used to live here but she up and disappeared one day. Apparently left for some man overnight.” The guy closed the door in Klaus’ face without another word.
Klaus let out a breath of despair and decided to ask around the apartment complex until he was escorted off premises for “disturbing the peace” once he got angry at everyone for denying him information.
He was about ready to give up until he saw your figure walk through the front desk and request for your mail that was still being delivered to the apartment. He watched you from the window as you waited patiently.
Klaus felt as if he couldn’t breath anymore as he took in your beauty. You were as beautiful as the day he left you.
He debated on going up to you, asking how you were and wanting to kiss you and more than anything, to just hold you in his arms to tell you he was okay and home. But this wasn’t the same person he fell in love with. You were more radiant and dressed in bright colored clothing, compared to your darker clothes you wore when you and Klaus dated. He remembers your black leather jacket that would never leave your sight and always was worn. And he remembers how you would always welcome him back into your arms when he was drunk, returning from rehab, or never made any sense. Now that he was sober, he wanted to show he could be a better boyfriend and not some junkie boyfriend.
Exiting the building, you checked your mail while Klaus was at a loss for words. Everything felt like it was spinning for him and he did not want to mess anything up.
The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all
I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more
“(Y/N)?” He blurted out in more of a questioning way instead of trying to get your attention, but it did anyways.
You turned towards the blubbering mess of Klaus beside you. “Uh, yes?”
Now he really didn’t think this out beforehand. A part of him wanted to hear you say his name in a joyous way - hoping you’d remember him. “Hi, um… I’m not sure if you remember me but we used to know each other a long time ago. Feels like years.” For Klaus, it had been. He had dreamt of coming home to you for years.
“No… sorry. Don’t recall meeting you…” you seemed uncomfortable, and Klaus seemed to break a bit with your words.
“Oh, must have mixed you up with someone else.” Klaus tried to laugh it off. “Well, I really like your jean jacket. The embellishments are perfect.”
He pointed to the back of the jacket where you had painted on small flowers and little bees. It was a definite contrast to what you use to wear.
“Thank you.” You smiled at him to be polite.
“I know this may seem out of nowhere,” Klaus nervously grabbed the back of his neck and shrugged, “Would you like to go out to lunch with me?”
You were taken aback from his very forward question and was desperate for an escape. Thankfully, for you, someone came to your aid.
“I finally found parking, almost had to punch a guy for stealing my space.” The voice of Ben was heard from beside the two of you. Both of your bodies shifted and Klaus was ready to question why he was even there… with you?
“Oh, sorry to hear sweetie,” you said and went closer to Ben who immediately grabbed your hand.
Ben noticed Klaus and scoffed, “What are you doing here, idiot? Trying to steal my girlfriend like you and your family attempted to take my home?”
Klaus choked on his words as he stuttered, “Your… girlfriend?”
“Yes, now go away before I make you,” Ben rolled his eyes and started to take you in a different direction.
You adored me before
Oh, my good looking boy
Play casino holes of my eyeballs
Roll the dice on my thighs
You stop for breath and I sped up
Just to impress you
Klaus didn’t know what to do next as he watched Ben whisk you away with his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him.
It pained him to see you with the evil version of his brother, wanting nothing more than to go back to how things were before.
Whatever him and his family did to cause all of this, he hated it. Not only did he lose his Ben and suffer from addiction, he lost the love of his life.
Klaus walked all the way back to the hotel, his thoughts reminiscing on old times with you - treasuring each one as they would be the only memories he could have with you.
The ghost of your lips that would tease him with a light graze, the way your apartment always smelled like a warm autumn night, the posters you always hung up around your room that always fell, the autographed photo of Klaus that he gave you as a joke when you first started dating, and the faint laughter that filled the air whenever he would smother you in kisses.
Klaus finally arrived at the hotel, too upset to acknowledge anyone else as he sat at the buffet, eating away his feelings.
The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all
I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more
You adored me before
Oh, my good looking boy
My good looking boy, My good looking boy, My good looking boy
Oh, my good looking boy
Klaus lost track of time as he sat with an empty plate before him and a full stomach. He didn’t even register that someone was calling his name until he realized who it was.
He jumped from his seat and saw you standing before him, a bit startled by his reaction.
“Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you,” you said immediately and held up your hands in defense.
“What… what are you doing here?” Klaus stammered out and approached you carefully as to not upset you further.
“Well, Ben told me what happened and something just told me to follow you after I got rid of Ben by telling him to go train. I didn’t feel like running in the park again.”
Klaus chuckled, there was still the same old you in this timeline. You hated physical activity and would often have Klaus stay in for movie nights with you.
“So what do you think told you to follow me?” Klaus asked genuinely. Maybe fate would be on his side this time.
“Who knows. Maybe it’s destiny,” you joked, winking at him. “Or the fact that you knew my name and where I used to live.”
Klaus felt his cheeks warm up as you became serious. “Oh yeah, that…”
You rolled your eyes, “That’s not normal to know unless we truly did know each other. I lived at those awful apartments during the worst years of my life… and you show up asking for me. Do I just not remember you? Was I drunk?”
Klaus shook his head profusely. “Far from that… really. It’s just, I don’t have anyone really that knows me that well like you did.”
“I’m sorry but I really don’t remember you. I think I would recall someone as good looking as you.”
He was surprised by the obvious flirting from you, but it wasn’t meant to be anything else but that - even if Klaus wanted it so badly to be.
“Why are you with Ben anyways? Sort of a dickhead.”
You shrugged, not really sure why you stuck around for so long. “Kind of liked the company I guess. I did meet him through his father who used to come to my job all the time.”
That’s when it began to sound suspicious to Klaus.
“His father would visit you?”
You nodded. “Kind of odd that he only became a regular at the shop when I started working there. Everyone made fun of me saying an old man has the hots for me.” Your laugh made Klaus smile. “It turns out he wanted to set someone up with his son. And that’s how I met Ben.”
Klaus knew his father was aware of you and your effect on Klaus. He purposely found you so you could date Ben. But why though? Was it to hurt Klaus?
You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone
You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days
“Did he say why he wanted you to date Ben?” Klaus started to dig. There had to be more to this story.
“Uh… something along the lines that his brother had been desperately in love with a girl, or something? Not sure how it pertained to Ben getting a girlfriend.”
And it clicked for Klaus. He was the brother in love, and their father wanted Klaus to never get a chance with you. Maybe he wanted Ben happy to keep him stable with the attitude he had. Ben seemed like a ticking bomb waiting for someone to say something offensive or snarky.
The only part of all of this that hurt was Klaus seeing you so radiant. He didn’t remember the last time he made you felt that way before he left.
Maybe it was for the better for you.
I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all
I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all
Klaus fell silent and you stood there awkwardly, awaiting for his response.
“Well, I better be going then.” You started to turn away from Klaus before he reached out and had a desperate look in his eyes.
“Please.”
You were confused. “Please what?”
“Please don’t leave. I left you once and I don’t think I could stand you leaving me. I changed, I promise. I’m not the same anymore.” Klaus’ eyes started to well up in tears. “I made a mistake of leaving you behind. If I had to rip time and space apart to be with you, I would.”
The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all
I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more
“I… I don’t even know your name.” You muttered and moved your arm out of Klaus’ grip.
“My name is Klaus.” He looked like he was ready to get on his knees and beg. “Please, give me a chance. I know it’s not right and the timeline is screwed but whatever. That doesn’t matter because you’re my soulmate.”
“And you’re insane… why would I leave my fiancé for you?”
Klaus felt as if his heart was stabbed a million times and more as you told him the news of your engagement. He could tell you didn’t want to be around him anymore, and he couldn’t blame you.
You adored me before
You walked away before he could say anything else to you.
But Klaus wouldn’t let that happen, not over his dead body. “Please! You adored me before.”
You didn’t even look back to acknowledge him. And while you didn’t want to admit it, you could feel your heart ache as you heard his sobs growing distant as you walked out the door.
Oh, my good looking boy
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Twat - Nathan Young
-pairing- nathan young x fem!reader
-summary- enemies to lovers with nathan young. for this request here
-warnings- none to my knowledge, please let me know if i missed anything.
-word count- 900.
-additional notes- different format than I'm used to so please bare with me, if it's not obvious i need to rewatch misfits, i feel like my writing for nathan is a lil rusty so i apologize. Also i'd be happy to expand on this in the future if thats something anybody wants :)
Anyways please enjoy!!
You always knew you’d eventually end up doing community service.
The courts had warned you enough times.
That didn’t stop you though.
So you knew that when you inevitably got stuck picking litter or volunteering, you’d just keep you’re head down and get on with it.
During the first few days on probation, you stayed quiet, you did what was asked of you with minimal effort and mostly watched the others.
You learned pretty quickly that none of them would become your friends, which was good, you weren’t there to make friends.
Immediately you noticed Nathan, it was hard not to.
He practically screamed for attention as he cracked jokes (sometimes at the expense of others)
Staying away from him was tricky, not that you didn’t try.
He noticed how quiet and reserved you were and it was as if he latched on to that.
You were opposites, which made you an easy target for him.
The others laughed while he made his jokes and you stayed quiet. All the while your anger burned inside of you.
He was making some stupid joke about Simon and you could tell no one found it funny.
No one laughed or said anything but he continued.
Until eventually you’d had reached your limit.
“Will you just give it a rest?!” you’ve had enough of his jokes, the dumb faces he makes, and just him in general.
“She speaks! She actually speaks!” he mocks shock.
“Seriously,” you turn to face him, “no one thinks your funny, you just look like a twat,”
Now everyone was watching to see what he would say.
But he didn’t say anything, he just shrugged and got back to work half-heartedly.
The rest of the day there was a weird atmosphere in the room.
No one really said anything and if they did it was in hushed whispers.
Almost everyone had left, and most of the lights in the building were off.
In the locker room, you were hanging up your hideous orange jumpsuit.
Nathan walked in, and neither of you said a thing.
Out of the corner of your eye you could he was looking at you, waiting for something.
You moved slower, anticipating whatever he was about to do.
“Do you really think I'm a twat?”
He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.
You turn to look at him, mouth agape, not sure what to say.
“Honestly…” you look at the floor, “yeah,”
He doesn’t say anything, you look at him, and he nods gently before leaving.
Quickly you grab your bag and slam your locker shut before chasing after him.
Out in the hallway, you look left and right but don't see him.
You wander around looking for him for a while but give up after you realise you don’t know what you would say if you found him.
The next day you get to the community centre early.
After dawning your orange ensemble you start heading to wait outside when you hear a door slam in the distance.
When you arrived there were no cars in the car park, you’d thought you were alone.
Looking around for a weapon you settled on a mop. Not the best weapon you know but it was the best you could do.
Taking a deep breath you head towards the direction of the noise.
You hear more banging and rattling. Your heart is beating in your ears.
Your hands sweat around the wooden handle of the mop.
Turning the corner, eyes squeezed shut, you hold the mop above your head, ready to swing.
“HEY HEY HEY WATCH OUT!!”
You open your eyes. A few inches from the end of the mop is Nathan, hands held up in surrender.
You lower the mop, “I’m sorry,”
You try to catch your breath, your heart still beating wildly.
He bends down to pull something from the vending machine.
A few days ago he had shown everyone his vending machine ‘trick’ which involved shaking and kicking the machine until it delivered him a treat.
You knew the was the source of the commotion.
“Want some breakfast?” he held up the candy bar he’d retrieved
You shook your head.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, it was still early and you didn’t think he’d be one for timeliness.
“I nicked some pick n mix,” he said sincerely
You shook your head again.
“No, why are you here so early?”
“I’m getting breakfast, obviously,” he rolled his eyes as he began opening the chocolate bar.
“So you came here early to shake some shitty chocolate from the vending machine?” you weren’t buying his story.
“I’ll have you know this a delicious breakfast,”
“Whatever,” you shrugged leaving him to sit and wait for the others to arrive.
After finishing his ‘breakfast’ he started shaking the machine again.
You couldn’t stand the racket so you walked over and put some change in the machine before walking away leaving him to choose.
You sat picking at your nails, suddenly wishing you hadn’t come so early.
Nathan came and sat next to you.
“Here’s your change,” he held out his hand with a few pennies.
“Keep it,”
He pocketed the change before starting on his second candy bar.
“I’m sorry I called you a twat,” you said eventually.
“S’okay,” he shrugged “I am a twat,”
You smiled “yeah, sometimes”
“Oh only sometimes now?” He nudged you
“Don’t push your luck,” smiling to yourself you looked down.
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Oh that's lovely. Can you do Klaus Hargreeves falling for a Johanna Constantine kind of reader while working with her? (She is an exorcist , an excellent demon hunter on hire , is a beautiful mixture of selfish, selfless , self-hating , self important and I feel mirrors Klaus but is not his female version if you get what I mean) Love ya 🤧
Not So Haunted | The Umbrella Academy AU
Pairing: Klaus x Reader
Word Count: 1,1 k
Warning: Strong language, alcohol
a/n: Thank you for the request, I hope I was able to capture the character you imagined. I'll admit I was not familiar with this idea, but I did my best to make it come true and I hope you like it <3
(Masterlist)
You were already used to the creepy houses, the creaking doors, the dark rooms. It was your job after all, to go to these haunted houses and cleanse them so some hipster could remodel them and tell all of his friends he lives in a house where there's a ghost but without having to deal with an actual ghost.
"God, but this place is a dump..." you mumbled to yourself.
"I don't think it's that bad," you heard a voice and looked around trying to find the source. Spirits could be vocal, even though they usually didn't straight up talk to you like that.
But there was no ghost, there was a man. He was tall and slender, wearing a long coat with a furry collar. His leather pants were as tight as they get, his eyeliner was smudged, black nail polish chipped from his nails, and he wore a top that could only be described as slutty.
"Excuse me, what are you doing here? Something tells me you're not the owner," you quirked an eyebrow at him.
"This place has an owner? I could've sworn it was abandoned... I just came here to get high in peace."
"It was just bought by some guy who wants to flip it and resell it. But first I need to clean it up."
"So you're the maid."
"I'm the exorcist."
The man's mouth fell open and he nodded, finally understanding what was going on. He held his hands up almost like you had a gun pointed at him and you tilted your head seeing those tattoos on his palms. Maybe with a better light, you'd be able to see he was quite attractive.
"That's why this place is so weird," he sighed, relieved to be intoxicated and not having to deal with the spirits. "I'm Klaus, by the way."
"Y/n," you held out your hand for him to shake, but he kissed it instead. Despite his affectations, he was quite sweet.
"So, y/n, can I interest you in a drink?"
Klaus held up a bottle of whiskey already half empty, and you thought for a moment. You were strictly against drinking while working, but... he was so intriguing, you didn't wanna blow him off and miss the opportunity to have a conversation and unveil his mysteries.
"Why not?"
After a while, you were both laughing and talking like old friends. Alcohol has that sort of power. The house didn't seem scary anymore when the lights were on and you were both sitting on the floor sharing that drink. It was just a silly house with some spirits in it, nothing you were not both used to.
"So, you hear these spirits and all that shit and that doesn't freak you out?" Klaus asked after taking a large sip.
"Not really, I'm sorta used to it and it gives me money. I think it's a pretty cool talent actually," you shrugged.
"Well, I think it's a nightmare. These ghosts are horrifying, I hate seeing them, I hate hearing them, I hate when they ask me to finish their unfinished business. I'm not a fucking mailman, it's exhausting!"
"Is that why you're like this? You're constantly drinking and God knows what else to drown out the voices?" you asked.
"Yeah... I gotta stay high all the time, to keep them off my mind," he sang, slurring a little bit from all the whiskey.
You laughed, taking the bottle from him to drink some as well. Even though you knew good decisions never came from drinking too much, you couldn't help but want to get that buzz and show him you were also interesting and cool. You wanted to make bad decisions if they would lead you closer to him.
"So, what else do you do besides exorcisms? Any hobbies, interests, dates..." he casually asked.
You swallowed before answering, it had been a long time since you thought about dates. Not that you were saving yourself for someone special, but you also didn't want anything to do with the assholes that crossed your path.
"I like... movies?" you laughed.
"Movies? Oh, come on! This is the most cliche thing ever, everybody likes movies. Give me something real!"
"Fine! I don't really know, when you put me on the spot like this I get nervous and I don't know what to say."
"Do I make you nervous then?" Klaus smirked and you looked away, trying not to think about his penetrating gaze locked on you.
"Someone thinks highly of themselves. I'm way out of your league," you scoffed playfully.
"That's cause you haven't seen me with my clothes off yet," he teased.
"I gather you're single?"
"Always, relationships haven't been really my thing. I liked someone a long time ago, but it didn't work out."
It wasn't hard to understand why he would open up to someone he just met half an hour ago about things he was hesitant to talk about with everyone else in his life. There was nothing to lose, someone from the outside wouldn't judge and if they did, it wouldn't matter as much.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out. I'm sure you have no shortage of people interested in you though," you said before you could stop yourself.
"You really think so?" he grinned smugly, knowing damn well how attractive he was. "Would you get in line?"
"You wish!"
Klaus took a bit of a chance and leaned over, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue, but also something sweet, you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you liked it.
"Oookay, we just met and you already interrupted my work to get me drunk, asked me all sorts of questions, and now you kissed me?" you tried to hide how much you wanted to keep going. "How am I supposed to concentrate on the cleanse now?"
"Sorry, but I think I waited long enough, usually at the club I don't even have all this talk, we drink and get down to business."
"Wow, romantic."
"I didn't peg you for a romantic type."
"That just shows how little you know me then."
Klaus bit his lip, watching how red your cheeks had gotten and it felt like a victory to him.
"If I help you cleanse this house, will you go out with me?" he asked.
"I thought you hated the ghosts."
"I do, but it's worth it sometimes. So, will you?"
"Why do you even wanna go out with me?"
"You're nice and funny and your face makes me wanna smile."
Those peeks at his sweet side melted down your walls and you couldn't say no. "It's a date."
"See? I knew you liked me."
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Summer of the Flying Saucer (2008)
#imagine being able to actually see this movie#imagine if these were in HD#I CAN DREAM#rsheehanedit#robertsheehanedit#robert sheehan#summer of the flying saucer#my gifs#mygifs:rsheehan
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Hey! You’re a fantabulous writer could I request a smut with Nathan young where reader sends him some sexy pictures whilst their at community service which then develop’s into bathroom sex ? With Nathan just worshipping the reader?
aww thank you! you sure can 💚
All Yours
word count: 1.8k
warnings/tags: f!reader, pwp, dirty photos, semi public sex, unprotected sex, breast play/worship, panty theft/panty sniffing, slight daddy kink, creampie, marking
“Where’s y/n?” Simon asked as he grabbed his trash picker from the storage closet, noticing your absence.
“Think she was still in th’locker room,” Kelly answered offhandedly, ambling back into the hallway, following Curtis and Alisha who had already headed off out the door.
“We’re just going to leave her?” Simon asked nervously, his round eyes seeking the locker room entrance.
Just then Nathan’s phone chimed an alert and he frowned, fishing it out of his jumpsuit pocket. As soon as he opened your message his eyes lit up, a delighted laugh bursting from his lips.
“What?” Simon demanded, trying to get a look at the tiny screen of Nathan’s phone.
“Nothin’!” Nathan yelped, quickly averting his phone so Simon couldn’t see the naughty photo you’d just sent him before clearing his throat to steady his voice.
“You go on, I’ll wait for y/n and we’ll catch you up.”
Simon looked reluctant, but finally nodded and briskly hurried off after the others. Nathan waited for a moment for Simon to disappear before checking the other hallway and heading for the locker room, whistling a cheerful tune as he went.
“I got your message, y’saucy minx!” he called as he entered, searching under the stalls to figure out which one you were in. “Now where are yeh? I wanna see th’goods with my own eyes.”
When he stopped in front of your hiding spot, you swung the stall door open slowly and motioned him inside. As soon as his eyes fell to your lacy bra and matching knickers, his brows rose and an incredulous grin spread across his face.
“All of this for me?” he asked in awe, his hands hovering over you as if he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you.
“Go on then,” you said, laughing as he eagerly cupped your tits, his thumbs brushing your clothed nipples, getting them to harden before your bra was even off.
While he was preoccupied with your breasts, you reached down to palm the noticeable bulge forming in his jumpsuit. At your caress, Nathan’s breath hitched and his hands froze.
“What’s the matter, Young? You’re usually a lot gobbier than this,” you teased, feeling his back hit the stall door behind him and he cleared his throat.
“Can’t help it, a sexy bird’s got me by th’balls. Besides, thought maybe our bodies could do th’talkin’,” he breathed, swallowing thickly as you massaged him through the fabric, a smirk on your face.
“I like the sound of that,” you replied, reaching up to grip the pull of his zipper and slowly unzipping his jumpsuit, your eyes flicking up to his.
The way he watched you, wetting his lips in anticipation, as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered, filled you with a heady sense of power and you gasped as the spell broke and he surged forward to claim your lips with an eager kiss. With a groan, his tongue invaded your mouth and you let him swap places, shuffling in an awkward circle in the cramped stall.
Without breaking the kiss, he shrugged out of the top half of his jumpsuit, letting it fall down past his waist, one of the sleeves nearly falling into the toilet, til he blindly reached behind him and let the seat fall shut.
Plopping down backwards, Nathan freed his cock and pulled you closer, letting his hands run up your body. “Wanna see th’girls,” he whined, impatiently pulling your bra down to let your tits spill out. Fondling them almost reverently, he pushed them together and buried his face in them, letting out a contented sigh as he burrowed deeper.
“I think I could stay like this forever, your tits are like heaven,” he murmured into your chest, his voice somewhat muffled.
Letting out an amused puff of air, you stroked his hair, running your fingers through his curls as he littered your tits with wet open mouthed kisses, working his way down to take a pert nipple into his mouth as you ground against his erection, the cotton fabric separating you quickly soaking through.
Pulling your nipple from his mouth with a soft pop, Nathan moaned as he switched sides, latching on insistently, his tongue swirling teasing circles around your raised bud. Heat filled you, swimming through your veins as your cunt throbbed needily, contracting impatiently around nothing, just begging to be filled.
“Nathan,” you whimpered, trying to satiate the unrelenting ache in your nethers, “as much as I’m enjoying this, I need you. I can’t stand it any longer,” you whined, pouting at him.
Extricating himself from your breasts, he flashed a cheeky grin, smugness radiating off him in waves. “Never had anyone beg me t’shag ‘em before,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust. “Wanna bounce on daddy’s cock?” he teased, bucking his hips upward against you, tearing a gasp from your lips.
“Yes, God yes!”
“Then get these knickers off and c’mere, y’minx.”
Getting up from Nathan’s lap in the small space was slightly awkward, but you managed to stand, peeling your now sopping knickers down and tossing them at Nathan’s head. Catching them, he brought the wad of damp fabric to his nose and took a deep breath, his eyelids fluttering.
“Didn’t know you were a panty sniffer,” you snorted, watching him with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m not usually, but y’smell so good, it’s gettin’ me goin’,” he shrugged, stuffing your knickers into his pocket.
“Hey!” you yelped, but Nathan’s smug expression only deepened.
“Ah, ah, not gettin’ these back, little missy. At least not until yeh’ve creamed all over my cock!”
Without another word, he spun you and gave your bare ass a slap, watching the way your flesh jiggled and reddened before pulling you back down into his lap, holding the base of his length to guide it to your tight entrance.
As you sank down onto his cock, your breath hitched in time with his and you could feel his chest heave against your back as you wriggled your hips, taking him all in. For a moment neither of you moved, Nathan swallowing behind you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathed, his hands finding purchase on your hips, holding you in place while he composed himself, not wanting to cum too soon and look foolish.
Turning, you caught his eye and grinned. “Yeah, and this tight fanny’s all yours,” you purred, slowly rolling your hips.
Nathan’s lips stretched into a lopsided smirk, guiding your movements. “I like th’sound o’that,” he exclaimed, his hands once more traveling up your body to cover your exposed chest. “And these glorious tits, they’re mine too?” he asked, waiting for your answer, wanting to hear you say it.
“Mhmm,” you hummed, “all yours, love.”
At your words, Nathan’s grin widened and he pinched at your nipple as he pressed his face to the nape of your neck. “God, I love you,” he breathed, still half in disbelief that you were his.
Pressing your hands to the walls on either side of you, you began to move more vigorously, anchoring yourself so you could bounce on his cock properly as he fondled you shamelessly. The low moan that echoed in your ear was positively sinful and filled you with heat while each warm breath that fanned across your neck sent fresh goosebumps pebbling your skin.
Losing yourself, you focused on the pleasure building and pooling in the pit of your stomach while Nathan used his hands to lavish you with attention, grabbing and fondling wherever he could as he kissed your exposed neck, sucking hard enough to leave a fresh bruise behind, marking you for the estate to see.
“Oh yeah, f-fuck yeah, y/n,” he groaned in your ear and you had to bite down on your lip to stifle the needy moan that nearly spilled forth when his callused fingers found your throbbing clit. “Yeah, y’like that, do yeh?” he panted in your ear, a smugness leeching into his voice at your reaction.
“Yes,” you whined, grinding down against him, blindly seeking your pleasure, your release hovering just out of reach. “Yes, please, just like that. Don’t stop,” you pleaded, a wanton mewl catching in your throat. “I’m-I’m almost there,” you gasped, turning to look back at Nathan, your eyes frantically searching his.
“Then cum for me, beautiful!” he cried, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as his fingers moved faster against your slick bundle of nerves, desperately trying not to lose his rhythm while you writhed in his lap.
“That’s right, darlin’, cum for me. Cream all over daddy’s cock!” he urged, his voice breaking and you gasped as pleasure flooded you.
“Oh fuck!” you swore, your muscles tensing, but Nathan didn’t stop, jerkily thrusting up into you several more times, pushing himself deeper as he came, your walls constricting around him, milking him dry as he crushed you back against his chest.
Finally spent, he swallowed and lifted his face. Several of his curls were stuck to his brow and the sheen of sweat he’d worked up. “Well,” he panted, not too tired to flash you a grin, his lips brushing your temple sweetly, “I think that was th’best toilet shag I’ve ever had.”
At his words, a laugh bubbled from your chest and you relaxed back against him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Agreed,” you breathed, reaching up to caress his cheek. “You outdid yourself, Nathan.”
“Yeah, well, you did most of th’work and y’certainly know how t’get me going, y’saucy little thing. Who knew I was datin’ such a dirty little birdie,” he joked, helping you up.
“I think you’re forgetting somethin’,” you said, fixing your bra and turning to face Nathan as he zipped himself back up.
“Ohhh, y’mean these?” he asked, pulling your knickers out of his pocket.
“Yes, those,” you echoed, looking at them pointedly.
A shiteating grin spread across Nathan’s face as he glanced down at the garment in his hand. “Actually, I think I’ll keep ‘em a little longer. A little somethin’ t’commemorate th’moment,” he said, trying to keep a straight face before laughing at yours.
“And what am I s’posed to do? Go commando under my jumpsuit?” you demanded, your mouth falling open as Nathan stuffed them back into his pocket.
“Looks like it.”
“You’re such an ass!” you gasped, fetching your jumpsuit from where you’d slung it across the top of the stall. “And after I sent you those sexy photos and shagged your brains out!”
“Aw c’mon now, don’t be like that, love,” he giggled, wrapping his arms around you once you’d suited back up. “If you’re a good girl maybe I’ll give ‘em back tonight,” he mused cheekily, his lips hovering over yours.
“And what’s tonight?” you asked, unable to stay angry at him for long.
“Round two?” he responded hopefully, grinning against your lips as he opened the stall door and walked you backwards back out of the locker room.
By the time you caught up with the others, if it wasn’t the length of your absence that gave you away, the fresh hickey on your neck and your disheveled appearance surely did.
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Nathan Young (Misfits, 2009) and Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy, 2019) parallels:
● Immortality
● Bowling alley escape
● Death by impalement
● Rooftop speech/death
● Daddy issues
● Dead brother’s ghost
#imagining s1 klaus and luther having the ‘you’d screw your own sister for a slice of cheese’ conversation#I was gonna make something nice out of this but I lost the motivation whilst gathering screen caps#also I know we all like to say tHeY’rE bAsIcAlLy ThE sAmE cHaRaCtEr but I just wanna add that they’re REALLY NOT#they’re quite different personality-wise and klaus is much more nuanced and interesting#ok shut the hell up alex#misfits#misfits tv#the umbrella academy#tua#tua s3 spoilers#nathan young#klaus hargreeves#robert sheehan#blood tw#death tw
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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - this is nathan's first time going to the strawberry shack, and what a time he had.
warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, swearing.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
Nathan smirked as he neared the building, knowing that he had found the right place when he read the sign, chuckling to himself at the name before entering and giving the woman at the front desk a smirk. He sticks his hand into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, slamming it down before giving the woman a nod as he enters the room. He whistles as he checks out all of the available holes awaiting him. “Well, damn! There’s some nice snatches here!” He nods to himself, walking further into the room until he finds the section he’s looking for. “Hiya, ladies! Who’s ready to suck on my Irish cock?!” He walks over to a hole in the wall that contains you, palming his cock before he begins to unzip his pants.
“Get ready, sweetcheeks. You're about to meet the python!” He takes his hardened member out, spitting on and stroking it, grunting as he feels his base throb against his hand. He stands closer, slowly poking his cock through the hole, a moan falling from his lips as your lips wrap around his tip, slowly swirling your tongue around his leaking slit. Nathan flattens his hands on the wall, grunting, his head falling forehead, and his curls covering his face. “My god, love! Your mouth is like heaven!” He whines, thrusting his hips slowly as you suck his cock deeper into your mouth. Your tongue flicks the underside of his tip, softly moaning as he jerks forward, causing you to gag slightly.
You moan around his cock, sucking harder and faster. Your head bops up and down before only his tip rests in your warm mouth, sucking hard on it, enjoying his whimpers. Your hand wraps around his thick base, slowly stroking it as you pay attention to his red mushroom tip. “Oh!” Nathan’s head falls back, “Best fuckin’ blowjob I’ve ever had! Swear ta god!” He grunts and his hips jerk as his orgasm approaches quickly. “F–fuck! Get ready, sweetheart! Bout ta cum! Better swallow it all!” His eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling his soul get sucked out through his cock. His balls begin to tighten, cock twitching wildly before thick spurts of hot cum shoot out of him and deep into your mouth, and pained grunts escape him as you lick him clean.
Nathan slowly pulls out of the hole and tucks his softening cock into his pants. “Thanks, love. I’ll be back for your lovely mouth!” And with those words, he leaves with a skip in his step.
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Imagine you and Shaun cuddling on the couch and keeps dragging you back teasingly every time you remind him you have work to do saying it's much more important to cuddle with him
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Chained ⛓️ NEW CHAPTER
A Klaus Hargreeves murder mystery
A/N: Greetings, mystery fans! This chapter is a lot longer than previous chapters because it’s a pretty important one plot-wise. I hope the wait was worth it. Oh, by the way, did I mention Allison turns up in this fic? 🫢😮
We are so close to the end now I can almost taste it. Please share your thoughts, feelings and theories in the comments! 💚💚
Special thanks to @allisoooon for the highly sexual textual art - I love it (and you) so much!
CW: Drug abuse and other typical Klaus stuff
Snippet from Chapter 29: Family
“Hi, sis!” Klaus tries, giving her a little finger wave which he hopes comes across as cute and endearing.
Allison says nothing, continuing to stare at him. It’s a powerful tactic.
“Okay, I know what you’re thinking. And I’m sorry, okay? For whatever it is you’re still mad about.”
“You know the fact that there’s more than one possible option of things to be mad about isn’t a good sign, right?”
Klaus lets out an exasperated sigh. She was never going to make this easy. “All right, all right. I’m sorry about the car. And the curtains. And the time I let your dog get run over by that motorbike. And the magazine…”
Allison cuts him off. Her jaw appears to harden even more. “You told them my hair comes from Russian corpses.”
“It doesn’t?” Klaus asks with a blink.
Allison purses her lips together. “No.”
So that’s the thing she’s still mad about. At least they’re making progress.
“Gee, Allison, come on…”
“You also told them I’d had work done,” she spits.
“Well, I didn’t think they’d believe me! You’re so naturally pretty, everyone knows that.”
That last comment elicits the slightest flutter of her eyelashes - almost imperceptible. But it’s a sign that Klaus is wearing her down, chipping away at her defenses. If there’s one thing Allison can’t resist, it’s a compliment.
He takes a step forward. “Look, I’m sorry, sis. It was a stupid, selfish thing to do. But I was broke and I needed the money. If you let me in, I promise I’ll make it up to you. And I won’t break any of your antique furniture or steal any of your fancy knick-knacks, I swear.”
“And..?”
Klaus gives her a reluctant nod. “And I won’t put magic mushrooms in the punch bowl. Scout’s honour,” he adds with a salute. He takes another step towards her, closing the distance and offering his arms out. “Come on, I’ve missed you, sis.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she admits, if somewhat begrudgingly. Allison releases her pout and shrugs her arms out in his direction, bringing him in for a half-hearted hug.
He squeezes her and he feels her shoulders give in to his embrace, the last of her prickliness melting away.
“You better behave or I’ll rumour your head down the toilet.”
“I know,” says Klaus, squeezing her a little harder.
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Okay I’m sick of people not seeing these. I want stoned Rob back on Twitter. If you have any others you could think of rb them pls.
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Being Best Friends With Klaus Hargreeves Would Include...
Request: Hey bby can I send in an ask for some headcanons of being bffs with Klaus from the umbrella academy!!
Of course my lovely I love Klaus so much I hope these are okay!! <3 Also I really need to write something for Comic!Klaus soon lmao
Warning: mentions of drugs, ghosts, alcohol and knives!
If you enjoy, please make my day by commenting! :)
(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @allisonshargreeve.)
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Being best friends with Klaus Hargreeves is... an interesting journey. Never a dull one, but also one that’s completely, absolutely, and innately bonkers and absurd. Likewise, being ‘Number Eight’ in the infamous group of the Umbrella Academy was never easy, but being adopted by a mad man was made a little easier when you were placed in the room right opposite Klaus’.
The two of you were straight up little troublemakers from as soon as the two of you could run, chasing each other around the corridors with one of Diego’s knives and leaving far too many throwing marks for Pogo’s liking on some of the antiques. The others always knew to just turn around and duck back inside their bedrooms when they could hear Klaus yelping, the sound of something rather large shattering into raining pieces, and the angry footsteps of their father past their doors.
During dinner times, you were Klaus’ saving grace. Instead of spending the silent desolation rolling blunts in his blazer pocket and trying to hide his head into his side, away from dad, you were there to distract him. It was pure sheer luck (you and Klaus believed, although mainly it was Grace’s keen eye and kind heart) that the two of you were sat at the table side by side. It meant you could grab Klaus’ hand and rest his shaking fingers on your knee, jolting them every so often as you played footsie underneath the wood. Just for a moment, as you accidentally kick Five and get a stern frown and frightfully bruising kick back on the shin, Klaus feels giggly enough to forget how afraid he is of his father.
Speaking of, you’re the only member of the Umbrella Academy whose brave enough to try and sneak into the Mausoleum and keep Klaus company when the screaming from the boulevard past the fire escape became too much. (Poor Vanya, she wanted to help the best she could, but she was so frightened of being caught that the best she could do was pack some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had snuck down into the kitchens to make into your knapsack.) While Five was still around, he used to feel conscience-stricken enough to blip you in and leave you there for a couple of hours, keeping watch with the lamplight on his desk and through the alley for any sign of Reginald. You would always bring a blanket, for every time you’d arrive Klaus would lie shivering over in the corner, muck and bent leaves stuck to his back. You would set up shop underneath the back wall of the tombstones, and Klaus wouldn’t even lift his head he was snivelling that much, before he came crawling into your lap. Eventually, he would feel safe and loved enough to sleep while his head rested between your legs and you carded your fingers through the front of his tufting hair.
After a few days had passed, and Klaus eventually had mustered up the courage to stop sneaking into your room and sliding under your duvet to cuddle up to you in the middle of the night, the two of you would have ‘sleepovers’ in his room. Ben, too, often joined, before even he eventually got bored of the two of you playing a game of Chicken before he left to sit in bed and finish the next chapter of ‘The Great Gatsby’ before lights out. Since Klaus is back to feeling more like his usually mischievous self, the night would end with Luther banging on your door to quieten down, while the two of you just kicked it shut in his face and resumed jumping on his bed in time to the cheesy 80′s pop coming from his radio.
When the two of you got tired to jive together and dance, you would flop down head to head on his mattress and just catch your breath for a minute. Eventually, you would muster up the energy to grab each others’ arms and drag yourselves up and over the windowsill to sit on the edge of the fire escape, your legs swinging out between the bars. You would dip your hand into his trouser pocket and pull out the emergency supply of sweets he kept there, before popping one into his mouth as well as yours. The two of you would just lean your chins against the railings, watching the sunrise like melting silver of the unassuming peaks of the city. For a moment you think Klaus is asleep, until his long eyelashes slowly flutter over his cheeks and he begins speaking.
‘You know, one day we’re going to get out of here. Me and you - just run away from all this scheisse. Together.’
Until that day comes, the two of you sneak off even more than Allison and Luther. Usually, you end up sitting in a booth at Griddy’s, and Agnes always welcomes you with a warm smile and slips an extra jam donut in with your order (she’d heard the rumours about those strange crime fighting kids, and she was more than happy to see the two of you finding solace away from that despicable place. Plus, it was always a bonus that the majority of you and Klaus’ pocket money funded said donuts.) You would share a vanilla milkshake and chocolate covered donut over the table, chuckling at Klaus’ very dramatic and outlandish rendition of how he had outlined Luther’s domino mask with glitter a few weeks ago, and now he was still finding sparkling gems on his face.
FINALLY the two of you become old enough to find your own lives, jobs, and a rather dinky and grimy looking two bedroom apartment in the run down outskirts of New York City. Although Klaus becomes flaky as heck at paying his side of the rent, and you have to work longer shifts to cover most of the costs, it’s the happiest the two of you have been your whole lives.
Your favourite part of it are those cosy, comfortable evenings just spent at your new home. Klaus had ‘bought’ or more likely dug up from the neighbours from the signs of dirt trailing from the door to the living room, a few plants to lighten up the place. Coupled with some fairy lights very haphazardly strung up along the walls, and a primeval, rather quaint patchwork sofa bought from a second hand store, the two of you could spend all day sitting cross legged on top of it. It’s especially useful when you’ve come to collect him after his stints in rehab - trying to calm him down and help him come down and settle by letting him lie against your chest and just knit clumsily for a few hours.
Or mornings when you try to help Klaus stay sober by waking him up to the smell of bacon and eggs, just like your mother used to make them, wafting from the side kitchen, clouding the musty hob. When he finally patters out from his bed, still draping a blanket around his shoulders, the two of you retreat back into a routine stemming from your childhood. He takes his plate, and your freshly poured glasses of orange juice and the two of you would go enjoy your feast out on your cracking cantilevered balcony. Still just in complete disbelief that the two of you had made it.
He just likes to feel the honey sunlight burn over the shadows of his face. To feel the warmth of your skin pressed against his palm. It reminds him that the darkness, that the terror won’t last forever.
But when the ghosts become too much for his brain to try and compartmentalise, he’s a big cuddler on the couch kind of guy. This includes hands cupped around steaming cups of camomile tea, Klaus sitting on the floor between your legs. When he’s finished sipping, he splays his arms across your thighs and relaxes against your chest, revelling in the relief (and whining from time to time as he mooches) that your fingers braiding his hair brings.
Before he goes out for nights on the town, he comes thumping into your room like an unstoppable boulder and leans against the door as he asks if you’ll do his makeup. And so you do, allowing him to half sit on your lap and half fall onto the floor as you apply eyeliner. He sneezes every time you try to put glitter eyeshadow on his lids.
The two of you stroll into dad’s funeral and back into your childhood ‘home’ linked arm in arm. Even though Diego tries to act all gruff and serious, he’s actually really happy to see the two of you again. Even Allison relents later on to Pogo that the house needed some of your shared cheer today. As the two of you laze into the night lying and drinking vodka on the sofa, even Vanya manages a giggle into her elbow when the two of you begin a contest seeing who could kick the other the hardest now that dad wasn’t here to stop you.
You getting to act as Five’s mom during the iconic Meritech scene. You and Klaus high five whilst also wincing and nursing your bruises once you leave the skyscraper, before wandering off to go buy some waffles and sit in the fresh air of a nearby park for a while.
You manage to get caught up in Five’s plans to stop the apocalypse for a while, though. Despite how similar you’re like to his hare-brained brother, you were also the person Five felt closest to in the Academy before he ran away, and the one he also trusts the most. So, you don’t see or hear from Klaus for a while - not until he gets back from Vietnam. Before he even stumbles, bleary eyed through the front doors again, you immediately know something is wrong.
He looks up at you with those large, bleary, tear filled eyes once you’ve followed the blood trail to the bathroom and perched down on the sudsy edge of the tub. Once he finally stops shivering and hyperventilating enough to take your hand and shakily step out of the tub, you take the chance to just wrap him up in a massive fluffy towel like a snug little bug. You lead him to the toilet, letting him drip dry as you plug in the hairdryer and rake your fingers through his wet locks, your heart breaking at how he breaks out into bumps and doubles over into sobs to feel someone touch him with such care again. Eventually, he gathers the strength to get dressed into a moth-eaten pair of those old blue pyjamas, and then he spends the night collapsed crying into your shoulder.
Got to admit, though, sitting between him and Diego in the ice cream truck and just screaming as you headed towards Hazel and Cha-Cha was pretty fun, all the hardships of the past days forgotten.
And then, of course, the world explodes and the two of you get scattered through 1960s Dallas. The whole time spent within his cult, he misses you so intensely and so destructively that he hangs paintings of you everywhere in the mansion. He’s also managed to convince all his followers that you’re an angel sent from the future, in the hopes that someone, somewhere will spread the word and find you.
And it works! After bumping into Klaus’ bald friend as he’s being arrested on the street, you find yourself wandering through the lofty halls of some random house, and into the fountain sprayed dew drops of this cult leader’s gardens. Poor Klaus, when he spots you standing awkwardly near the balcony doors, he nearly trips and drowns at how fast he jumps up off his float to try and get to you. He nearly jumps onto you Scooby Doo style, like a sloth latched around your waist. His hairy, wet legs wrap uncomfortably around you as you let your arms fall around his back to hold him up against you, and the bone crushing hug is replaced only by a slightly less constricting one for the rest of the day.
Not going to lie... being there for Klaus every time he tries to visit Dave is rough, but you won’t let him do it alone. When he becomes too overwhelmed by how inconsequential every single thing he tries to do to change time and save his life is, he grabs onto your hands like a vice to ground himself.
You do get to constantly make fun of his beard, though. And his terrible pop song inspired nuggets of wisdom.
You being the one to yell at the rest of the family when you notice how devastated and exhausted Klaus looks after the family dinner. You carry him out of the elevator, swinging him up on your back piggy back style on your way back to Elliott’s place.
In the end, no matter what happens, or where the two of you end up, or in which timeline, the two of you will always be best friends stuck at the hip. Klaus would rather die before he sees you get hurt in any way, and you constantly prove to your brother that you feel exactly the same way.
Also, to end on a slightly sadder note, seeing the two of you together always feels bittersweet to Luther. He wishes that he could have bonded with at least one of his siblings in the same way before they all left, but he feels at least somewhat reassured to know that someone escaped from the Academy with some semblance of a healthy relationship still intact.
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