Until I Found You i.
peter ballard x reader | crossover au
tw : mild mentions of blood and violence
HENRY CREEL, 001, OR PETER BALLARD, never thought himself to be capable of ever loving, or possibly even growing an attachment to someone else.
It was, after all, in his firm belief that everyone, including those mediocre people he'd once called family, was fake. Façade after façade covered them up like secrets brushed under a rug. To him, they, or all humans in general, were a unique sort of pest. One which multiplied and enforced an undesirable structure of their own—to which he aims to one day wipe off the face of the Earth with the abilities he'd come to hone.
That was the plan, at least, until he met her.
Y/N "Number Zero" Hargreeves was an enigma so unlike the rest. She was a mystery. She was someone he just couldn't seem to get a grasp on no matter how hard it was he tried, and how much he desired to.
Perhaps it was that peaceful expression that rested on her face that day long ago when Papa had brought her unconscious form into the confines of the dull, white lab. Perhaps it was the familiar crimson colour that was trickling down her forehead, and the way she paid it no mind despite her awakening. Or perhaps it was the way her eyes seemed to hold a panic she dared not even hesitate to act upon, using these—much like his own, yet so different—abilities to blast everyone within a 5-foot radius away from her with some translucent, violet force field that she'd generated with a glaring gaze.
Nonetheless, there was always something about her that piqued his interest even from the very start.
The longer her stay in that peculiar location stretched out, along with it, died the embers of hope the Hargreeves had of reuniting with her dysfunctional family of misfits.
When the day she'd gotten to this timeline first began, it was but a normal day in the Umbrella Academy. That was, at least, until she and her adoptive brother and best friend, Five, disobeyed the old coot's orders, and attempted to travel through time together.
There was obviously a fluke in the said attempt, rendering her in a state of unconsciousness in an empty alleyway decades back in time, and Five, all alone in the desolate doomsday of a future with but a mannequin he'd come to name in Y/N's memory, to keep him company.
She somehow—never truly understanding how—ended up in the reach of a man named Martin Brenner, some sort of doctor who upon her awakening, insisted she from henceforth called him "Papa" and no later introduced her to a boy around her age of the name Henry Creel, or "Number 001" as the man had so deemed him and tattooed on his wrist.
There was always something dark and dreary about his empty gaze, something to which she, herself, too unknowingly reciprocated, only further provoking the blonde boy's sparking curiosity. However, unable to withhold interest, nor his frustrations of being unable to protrude her mind any longer, he later approached her with a stoically polite expression, unknowingly extending not only his friendship but also a part of his entire being to the oddly interesting girl he'd later come to love wholly as time passed them by.
Those plans of his on wiping off humanity came and gone, much like all the seasons they were never able to watch drifting off.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, they both slowly came to open up to one another in regards to their own dark pasts—Henry, on his once, albeit somewhat changing, pessimistic views on both the world and humanity and Y/N, with the body count that hung over her head and the harsh training she and her step-siblings received from their billionaire of a father.
Doctor Brenner was, of course, happy to note the pair's ever-growing bond despite being unbeknownst to just what it is they share with one another.
Why wouldn't he be, when this offers him the chance to not only one day, have gifted infants within his grasp, but also serve the pair a reason to forever stay within the confines of his lab.
Thus, instead of tearing them apart, he took to encouraging them in the strengthening of their bond-allowing them plenty of unsupervised time together in the rainbow room and turning a blind eye despite knowing that one of them more often so than not, sneaks off to the other's room in the dead of night.
It was practically part of their routine at some point, whether the reason was for the blonde to ease his closest confidant of her nightmares, to hold one another close, or even as they got older, to relieve themselves of this strange warmth within them, and coming undone for hours-on-end.
Nevertheless, despite the little challenges the doctor had at testing their limits, and whatever troubles may have come their way, they always had one another to return to at the end of the day—a thought to which kept them going despite whatever hardships they may have been surpassing.
Something that, of course, was the truest of true until the day came that it just wasn't.
It was the same old story, waking up in one another's arms, Henry, pulling his lover close to his bare chest before peppering featherlight kisses along her shoulder and neck. His intimate little actions, having the (H/C) stir awake and blinking up at him from her half-lidded gaze.
"Good morning, my love," he'd always utter as he caressed her tousled tresses with a touch so soft, and those fingers of his that threaded through, and parted them with that tender touch he dared not even think to show another.
Truthfully, both he and she shouldn't even be baring those locks that fell down to their shoulders, and tickling them with its butterfly-like touch, what with Papa's wish to shave them off. But of course, such an action seemed to be impossible with the Hargreeve's impenetrable force fields blocking and ceasing such an action before it could even have begun.
Somehow, it was during such times—when the sun shines warmth upon the outside they had long since caught a glimpse of, that they seemed the most at peace. Both hands scarred with murder, somehow tendering, fondled with love in every trusted touch; a sanctuary for them, it was.
But of course, such things, such private, loving moments, were, like always, cut short; the fear of punishment or something of the sort, driving them, or in this case, Henry, back to his blank, empty room with but a parting kiss that lingered on his lips before he'd gone, unknowing to the way that this would have been the final morning they'd spend in one another's arms in what would seem like forever for his scarred and tattered heart.
Clad in their grey sweaters and sweatpants, the pair of seventeen-year-olds were found seated parallel to one another in the familiar walls of the Rainbow Room; a chess set atop the plain table, separating them as they twiddled with the black and white pieces.
The match, leaning in Henry's favour, was coming to a close—that much too familiar sly, seductive smirk, twisting the edge of his lip as his piece knocked his lover's king down with a small, echoing thud. "Check-"
"Mate." A new voice suddenly interrupted, causing the pair to instinctively arise and back into one another's sides; their hands, threateningly outstretched towards the smirking brunette. "Good game, but it's time I take my sister dearest back."
"Who do you think you are?" Henry voiced out, eyes narrowed, and lips tugged into a thin line as he pulled his person closer to his touch.
The physically younger boy only smiled sarcastically; dimples creasing his cheeks as he looked the blonde's way in a condescending manner. "I said, you nitwit, I'm here to collect my sister." His smile suddenly softened by a fraction as he transferred his gaze onto the girl Henry protectively stood by—frozen in shock, she appeared to be, which made the tanned boy chuckle.
"Hey, Zero." That familiar name only he called her, slipped so warmly down his tongue; a watery chuckle escaping the girl upon such, unbeknownst to her significant other's questioning gaze. "Y/N?"
"Five," she uttered in the volume of a breathy whisper. Upon his slight nod, she wasted no time in rushing out of her lover's arms, and into that of her best friend's so heavily missed touch; her forehead, resting down on the top of his head, and burying her face into his hair, what with the new height difference.
"You look-" "Exactly the same, I know." A hearty laugh escaped her as he replied; a thought only then occurred to her, as she pushed herself out of his tight embrace, flicking his forehead like she often used to. "Ow!"
"What the hell happened, you imbecile!" She glared down at him, faced with his only slightly sheepish expression, avoiding her gaze altogether.
"Well, the old coot was right, alright?" He sighed frustratedly, bringing a hand up to his dark hair, and ruffling it up further than it already was, no sooner facing her with an impatient manner immediately after, "We'll discuss this later, okay?"
As she opened her mouth to disagree, he quickly went and cut her off—his voice, seemingly strained as his eye twitched in a held-back irritance. "Y/N, there is more to my presence here than just rescuing you from this hellhole, you got it?"
"All our lives are in danger, and an apocalypse is coming."
She quickly understood from his use of the name Grace, or their "Mom" had given her, that he was intensely serious. His killer gaze was only doing wonders for this fact as he outstretched a hand her way. "It's time we go."
She was just about to give in to his pleading peer when a thought occurred to her, and she retracted her hand back upon looking back at her puzzled partner's direction. "But what about Henry?" She questioned Five, who shook his head.
"But-" She met her lover's beautiful blue irises for a final time before a sharp pain was sent to the back of her head, and black slowly took over her vision—the blonde's distant yells and threats echoing the room, along with her brother's final words filling her ears before everything went black. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but you can't change the timeline more than you already have."
"What do you think you're doing with her?" Henry glared down at the shorter boy, who now crouched to his adoptive sister's side; a hand on her shoulder. An invisible chokehold, constricted the "thirteen-year-old"'s throat as he gasped out for much-needed air, glaring up at the Voldemort wannabe his best friend somehow found love within.
Despite seemingly being at a disadvantage, along with the sudden burst of security that entered the room, Five only smirked before a bright, blue visionary overtook him—leaving not a single trace of not only his presence but of Y/N's as well.
Henry stumbled back upon the sudden release of force he'd once been bending; his panicked eyes, flying everywhere in the room in search of his girl, his gravity, his source of sanity. "Y/N?" He mumbled out in a brokenly desperate plea as his eyes raked the room almost unstably.
"Y/N, love, this isn't funny!" He yelled, lips barely holding back their trembles as Doctor Brenner eyed the area Number 000 had once been gaping. "Astounding..."
"Y/N?!" For once, the cool and collected Henry Creel had gone; in his place, was a young man who had only just let the world finally crack him completely. "Y/N, love, where are you?!"
Everything, from the walls, the little figurines, and toys, all the way to the chess pieces from earlier, began shaking in a severe magnitude—the lights, igniting and bursting with sparks as the broken lover let out a pain-laced yell; all the nearby items and appliances, exploding with the burst of the lights. As darkness consumed the room, it too, came to overtake the fading out form of Henry Creel, who, due to his distracted state, was rendered unbeknownst to the needle that came plunging into his neck and having him fall to the ground in a state almost like death. His breathing, being the lone indicator of life within his blinking-out form.
He was only able to take in the nearby fallen figure of the black king's piece which he had earlier knocked over with a smirk, despite his lover's hold on it. The illusion of her pouty expression faded out, in accompaniment to his consciousness; a final thought echoing the walls of his head as he allowed all that pain, defeat, and fatigue to wash over him.
I will never rest, Y/N. Not until I found you.
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AB / spatialjump05
“That’s one badass stapler!” — Five Hargreeves, the Umbrella Academy
ABOUT ME:
Name: AB (she/her)
Birthday: 17th March (minor); Pisces
Ethnicity: Asian British, of Indian descent
Hobbies: Reading, writing, procrastinating, netball, badminton, swimming
Favourite colour(s): Aquamarine, royal purple
Height: 5’2” or 5’3”
A-Level Subjects: Maths, Economics, Classical Civilisations
Likes: Flapjacks, books, the rain, thunderstorms, lightning, chocolate, broccoli, the night sky, space, cats, monkeys, volcanoes, oceans, Greek and Roman mythology, Spring, my favourite fandoms and characters
Other: INTP, incredibly stubborn, grammar freak, angsty writer, sarcastic, mix of introvert and ambivert
SOCIALS:
Quotev: Main, Writing Account
Wattpad: Main
AO3: Main
Pinterest: Main
FANDOMS:
Primary: Harry Potter, Marauders Era, Fantastic Beasts, AVPM Trilogy, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, TLT Musical, Heroes of Olympus, the Maze Runner, the Hunger Games, the Umbrella Academy, Stranger Things, Divergent, Once Upon a Time, Anne With an E, Dead Poets Society
Secondary: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, Chronicles of Narnia, Miss. Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, Murder Most Unladylike, How to Train Your Dragon, Noughts & Crosses
Other books: Five Survive, Yellowface, Love You to Death, THUG, Anne of Green Gables, Black Beauty, Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Garden, The Odyssey, War Horse
Currently reading: Scythe, the Maze Cutter, Little Women, the Atlas Six
CHARACTERS:
Comfort kins: Five Hargreeves (TUA), James Potter (HP), Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano (Hoo), Henry Mills (OUaT), Thomas (TMR)
Kins: Ron Weasley (HP), Lee Jordan (HP), Dustin Henderson (ST), Charlie/Nuwanda Dalton (DPS), Severus Snape (HP), Percy Jackson (PJO), Hazel Levesque (HoO), Tina Goldstein (FB)
Comforts: Teddy the Niffler (FB), Pickett the Bowtruckle (FB), Kreacher (HP), Newt Scamander (FB), Regulus Black (HP), Newt (TMR), Eleven (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Leo Valdez (HoO), Sadie Kane (TKC), Killian Jones (OUaT), Mulan (OUaT), Gilbert Blythe (AWaE), Jerry Baynard (AWaE)
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some things I want to see in season five in stranger things
— El is like completely sick of Mike’s attitude. She dumps him, and they really seem to despise each other.
like El rolls her eyes or scoffs whenever Mike talks
— Mike is over it and Will notices. He goes up to Mike and asks him what’s wrong, while Mike’s crying. Mike tried his best to hide his tears.
“El doesn’t,” sniff “Love me anymore.”
Will shakes his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong?”
“No. I don’t know what I did to her.”
“Maybe you just have to accept her disinterest in you, Michael.”
Mike stands up. “What? How- Will! I can’t just give up my love to her because I can’t say I love you-” Continues rambling.
“Mike.”
“I don’t know what I did? What did I do? I DONT KNOW! What do I do? And-”
“MIKE!”
He turns to Will. “Y-yeah?”
Will kisses Mike all of a sudden, and everyone floods into the room clapping and screaming with happiness. El hugs a blind Max excitedly.
Mike smiles and kisses back.
BylerBylerByler
— Dustin, Steve, and Robin hang out together for AT LEAST an episode.
Dustin teaches Steve how to play DnD
Robin tilts her head dramatically. “UGH THIS IS LIKE” *holds her hands up “HOMEWORK THE GAME.”
— Robin gets over her crush on Vickie and Nancy finally has a mini crush on Robin
— Vickie is related to Vecna and her mother is Max’s therapist from season 4. Vickie is a BIG traitor and helps Vecna get back on Hawkins
— APOCALYPSE APOCALYPSE APOCALYPSE
— Holly and Erica are psycho besties. Erica teaches Holly how to shoot.
— Karen finally figures out Hawkins’ secrets from the Party + Jopper + the teenagers + Murray
— Gasps while Stacy’s Mom is playing. “T-There’s a whole dimension under us? Under our feet? Right now?”
— Mike nods, holding Will’s hand. “Yes.”
— “I always knew.” Flashback into her past episode and her going missing because PLOT.
— Will gets kidnapped by Vecna and the Russians now work for Vecna
— Mike cries, thinking it’s his fault
— Suddenly lashes out on everyone. “NO SHUT UP! MY BOYFRIEND’S MISSING BECAUSE NONE OF YOU WHERE WATCHING HIM!”
— Main character Will. Main character Will. Main character Will.
— Mike and Will forming the Party together flashbacks
— FLASHBACKS 👏👏👏👏
— Will gets manipulated into thinking Mike dies
— Everything suddenly seems okay
…
— Until Seven siblings arrive. And they’re known as The Umbrella Academy.
— Season ends with a cliffhanger but a RLLY good cliffhanger so the Suffer Brother’s plan of ending on season 5
— Pls hire me Suffer Brothers I have SO MANy ideas
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