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I think when you realize the things you have been working hard for probably won't gonna happen anyway, it gives you a weird kind of serenity.

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After all the things, in the end it's you and your thoughts alone and I think that's the worst kind of loneliness.

#writer #doodles

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Haven't been posting here! So, I'm back with a new chapter of The Only Thing I Wish is To Be Loved!!

Chapter - 6 : The Encounter

Word Count: 4.273

Posted this a week ago actually but forgot to put it here!

Summary for all fic: this is a bnha fanfic based on bakudeku! Izuku is a depressed middle schooler and he doesn't have One For All here! While Katsuki tries to atone his mistakes after a certain accident! Hope you enjoy!

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TW: A little self-deprecating thoughts.

"Please," He begged, "I wanna feel like normal too. Please," tears streamed down his face, "I want to be happy."

"You are not normal," they echoed cruelly, "You never was and never will."

Klaus looked at their faces, "Help me," He thought, "Please, somebody help me."

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Just a little thought that came to mind.

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First time writing for Harry Potter fandom! Yaay? A Draco-centric short one-shot! I hope you like it. A Drarry fic!

Having a little, I love Draco Malfoy so much, era and couldn't help myself not to write a fic for him. A angst but well, I will give him the comfort he needs in the future, for sure.

Word Count: 557 words.

TW: Mentions of blood.

Draco felt himself falling.

He knew something was horribly wrong because why did he fall?

He felt the piercing pain in his chest and in his stomach. How did it even happen?

He felt the impact when he hit the ground and his body screamed with agony but he couldn't do anything. Nothing at all.

He blinked his eyes to the gray sky and tried to understand just what the bloody hell was happening?

"Draco!" Someone shouted, "Oh Merlin, Draco!"

He tried to look at the source of the voice but his eyes were glued to the sky. It was beautiful.

"Look at me, Draco! Look at me!" The voice cried, "Look at me, baby."

He snapped his eyes to the voice. A need to see and to fix the desperation and pain in the voice. He wanted to say something but he got cut off by a choked sob.

"It's okay, it's okay." The voice repeated over and over again.

When something landed on his stomach he cried out, trying to get away. And then Draco realized that he was breathing heavily and so, so fast.

It was a mistake.

He started to wheeze and let out painful whimpers and he just couldn't breath normally because it hurt.

"I know, baby! I know, I know!" The voice said and Draco felt more push on his stomach.

He let out a loud cry and struggled to take air in his lungs but failed to do so. He tried to push away the heaviness on his stomach and let out a whimper.

"I know, Draco, I know." The voice cried, "I know!"

Draco tried to look at the figure above him, tried to see just who is it?

"I need to push on the wound, baby! I need to keep you alive!" The voice, oh my god, Harry, screamed.

Even though Draco realized it was Harry -Oh god, Harry! His Harry!- Draco couldn't help the cries escaped his mouth.

"I know, baby!" Harry cried, "I know!" And pushed on the wound more tightly.

Draco cried, thrashed under the hands of his lover to get away because oh god it hurt-

His lungs burned and he was breathing so fast, too fast, that he felt dizzy and lightheaded. His body burned, his stomach burned and he just wanted everything to be over. He looked up to his boyfriend with glassy and tearful eyes and wanted to say something, anything, to him but he couldn't let a word out of his mouth.

"I know, Dray, I know." Harry said, over and over again. He casted healing spells but nothing worked out. He cursed but never gave up to cast another spell.

Even though to his fuzzy mind, Draco knew why healing charms never worked.

It was a curse.

It was a curse to let him bleed out paralyzed on the ground and not a single spell would work on it.

Only an antidote, probably.

"Draco? Draco! Look at me! Open your eyes, Draco!"

Oh, he didn't realize he closed his eyes.

He opened them and it was just so hard to make his body listen to him. Everything hurt and he just wanted to rest. He let out a whimper.

"Everything is going to be fine." Harry told him, "Everything is going to be okay."

Draco wanted to believe him.

-To Be Continued?

I just couldn't help myself to write something like this after watching the first episode of The Last Of Us, if you know what I mean. 🥲

I hope you enjoyed! See you in another!

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No angst, shocker.

A very very short story about Klaus and Nathan's first Christmas. They deserve the world.

Enjoy!!

Klaus: Hey, Nathan? Apparently it is Christmas today!

Nathan: What is that?

Klaus: It is a holiday. I guess?

Nathan: You don't even know what it is, do you?

Klaus shakes his head: Anyway! We are supposed to give each other gifts, so I did this for you!

Nathan blinks at him but takes the gloves from his brother: What?

Klaus smiles: I know your hands are always cold so I knitted this for you.

Nathan pats the gloves awkwardly: I… Thank you so much but… I don't have anything to give you.

Klaus: Aww, no worries! You are a gift for me already.

Nathan shakes his head fondly: You sap. Thank you for the gift, Klaus. I will give you something next year.

Klaus giggles: Of course, Nate.

Merry belated Christmas!

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I love Klaus Hargreeves so much. Sorry for making him suffer. 😭

Hey, I'm here again! Wanted to share some of my old drafts and here I am!

Trigger Warnings: This has a little bit mentions of violence, blood and death.

Summary: Klaus reminiscense Dave. He misses him, he misses him so much.

Word Count: 1,242 words.

Note: I posted this on AO3 as well, the link is at the end if you want to read it there.

Let Me Sleep All Night In Your Soul Kitchen

Pitter-patter.

He lays flat on his back on the living room couch. A cigaret between his fingers, humming to the slightly far away voice of 'The Doors' coming from his phone's speakers.

Their voice meddles with the voices of the ghosts around him. He can't quite understand the lyrics sometimes but he knows them by heart already, it is okay. 

What is the voice of death around him to the voices in his head anyway? 

I know that you can do it, Spook. 

He falls so, so deep sometimes. In his head, in his memories. He gets lost and memories keep popping out and he can't stop them. Maybe he doesn't want to. 

Pitter-patter.

A soft voice calling his name. A gentle hand caresses his cheek. Chapped lips pecking his own. Beautiful sea blue eyes looking at him like he is the most precious treasure in the world. 

I am always right here, love.

He takes another drag, he inhales it until his lungs burns and lets it out. 

A memory. A reminder. 

He can still hear the gunshots and bombs landing. The gravel and mud under his boots. He can still feel the branches on his skin, scratching him. The feeling of blazing sun.

Pitter-patter.

The smell of blood and gunpowder. The blood of their fallen brothers. The smell of Dave's blood. The feeling of his blood on his hands, under his nails. The shouting, the screams. Screams of a man who lost something, his everything.

Dave? Dave! Stay with me! Medic! We need a medic!

He takes a last drag from his cigaret and puts it out on the ashtray. He opens his eyes and realizes with blurry eyes that he is crying. But he doesn't feel the heaviness, a need to cry. It is a silent cry that even he, himself, is surprised. 

Pitter-patter.

He wipes his eyes and sits up. He looks around to take account of the ghosts lingering around. 

They sprawled around mumbling curses. Walking around and leaving a trace of blood behind them which is wiped away after a moment. They cry and wail at him or just space out.

The dead nannies never left him alone since their childhood and he doesn't expect them to at this point. They always look disgusted with him and his siblings. 

He puts his head to his hands and breaths for a moment. It is so fucking loud and he doesn't know what is real or not anymore.

Pitter-patter.

He lifts his head and looks outside from a window. It is raining. How he didn't realize it?

He gets up and makes his way to the window. He puts his hand to the glass and looks up. The sky is gray and full of clouds. It is raining like the heavens are crying for something that they lost.

Gloomy.

Yes, that's the word, gloomy. It makes him want to curl into himself and cry for eternity, like a lost child. Like the child inside he is. 

Hey, don't be like that, love. 

He turns around and walks to the courtyard, like he is in trance. He turns the doorknob and opens the door. A chilly and moist air slaps his face. He lets out a relieved sigh and steps outside with his bare feet. 

He feels the wet and cold ground and earth. He walks until he is in the middle of the courtyard. His clothes get wet in seconds and he opens his arms, smiling to the sky. 

He stops and waits. Closing his eyes he listens to the sounds rain makes. 

Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.

A strong wind shakes the trees and leaves scatter around.

What is in your beautiful head?

He twirls around suddenly. Moving instinctively, whatever his body wants. Whatever he wants. He jumps and lands on a puddle of water and splashes water everywhere.

Giggling to himself he runs and jumps around. Another puddle, another and another. Clothes and hair sticking to his skin.

He twirls around dancing to a tune that only he can hear. He steps and turns, like he did in that nightclub. Like they did.

He feels anger build inside of him suddenly. A yearning. A sudden urge to destroy something.

Unfair.

Feelings filling to the brim and he just can't take it anymore. It fills and fills and fills and fills and-

It pours out.

He lets out a choked out cry. And it gets out with so much force that his throat hurts.

He screams and shouts. To the sky, to ghosts, to his dead bastard of a father, to war, to himself, to everything.

To Dave.

His cries turn into loud, heartbreaking sobs and he falls to his knees. Clawing at the ground, soil under his nails. He punches the ground and hisses when his hand hurts. He curls into himself and falls to his side. Sobbing with an unbearable heartbreak.

His cold heart hurts and he misses. He misses so much. He misses his soldier boy so much. He misses his gentle and warm hands. He misses his voice.

He misses his eyes.

His hand finds the dog-tags and holds it tightly. His thumb caresses the name over and over again. A muscle memory. A habit.

His heart is heavy and he feels so numb to everything. Like he is a living corpse. An empty shell of a man who he used to be. Like the ghosts that haunt his nightmares.

Breathing was never that hard before and he just wants to disappear. 

He feels the rain hitting his skin and he's oh so, so tired.

 "Klaus?" 

He almost missed the voice due to his thoughts and the rain hitting the ground. He lifts his head and looks at the source of the voice. His breath hitches and he can't fill his lungs with air. His head feels like cotton filled in it and his skin doesn't feel like his.

"Klaus? What is wrong?"

It takes a lot more time than he wants to admit to understand the question his brother asked him. 

But he doesn't find it in him to form a sentence, a word.

And Ben understands. He always understands.

"Let's take you inside, hm? A bath, you love baths." He crouches down and holds his arm and helps him sit up.

Klaus blinks back the black spots forming in his vision and takes the hand Ben offers to him. And he realizes the moment he holds his hand that he is freezing. He is shaking. Tremors jerkes his body when he stands up, his knees almost giving out under him but Ben steadies him.

"It is okay. I am here. I am here." He whispers.

And Klaus knows, he knows that he is. But the void in his heart is never gonna get filled again. He needs to live with it even though it is hard and it leaves him breathless in its wake.

Even though he feels like he can't.

Everything's gonna be alright my love.

But he knows that he is not alone anymore. He can't fill it but maybe, just maybe he can make it bearable.

Maybe he just needs to learn. 

That's it.

"I am here, Klaus." 

He cries burying his face to his brother's shoulder on their way. 

"I know." He says, whispers. He is not sure if Ben hears him but he says it anyway. "I know."

The squeeze on his shoulder is all the answer he needs.

-The End. (May have a continuation, who knows?)

I hope you enjoyed!

See you in another story! ❤️💜

You can read this on AO3 as well.

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Hey, I'm here with another story. This is a short one but I hope you like it.

Summary: It is a angry Klaus fic. He is having a well deserved breakdown.

Word Count: 610 words.

It was weird to be in his office while the man is already dead.

He looked around. It was full of books and antiques.

He walked slowly to his desk and collapsed on the chair. He put his legs on the desk as a big fuck you to the old man.

He took a long drag from his cigar and closed his eyes, resting his head back at the chair.

Dad, Dad! Let me out, please! I will be good, I promise! I won't do anything bad!

Three more hours, Number Four.

Please, Dad! I will be a good boy! I promise! I pinky promise you!

You are my greatest disappointment, Number Four.

Number Six died because of you. You failed your brother, your teammate.

Please, Dad! Dad! DAD!

Dave! Oh, no no no no no- Dave! Medic, medic! We need a medic! Dave! DAVE!

He inhales sharply and stubs out the cigar on the table.

He opened his eyes and realized his vision was blurry.

He let out a hysterical laugh. He giggled, clutching to his stomach. He threw his head back and laughed.

He reached forward to the lamp on the table. He grabbed it. He stopped laughing abruptly and looked at the lamp in his hands. He hummed.

He let it fall from his hands.

He watched it as it dropped.

CRASH!

He let out a breath he didn't know he held. He looked at the pieces on the floor.

Broken.

Like him.

He pulled his legs back suddenly and he grabbed a handful of paper and ripped them apart before throwing them. He kicked the desk and the chair dropped back when he stood up suddenly.

He grabbed that stupid notebook he used to write and throw it to a vase and shattered it to pieces.

He screamed.

He speed walked towards one of the bookshelves and grabbed the first book he saw and threw it out the window. Breaking the glass.

He ripped and threw anything he could get his hands to around the room. He grabbed one of the ugly paintings and dropped it to the floor. He jumped on it and stomped over and over again.

He broke the pencils he used and made some of them darts to break some of the objects.

He danced around the room barefoot, not caring about the glass or wood pieces to sting.

He grabbed the chair and threw it out the window. Breaking another one.

He opens the drawers and tosses them across to the room. Pieces and objects flying in the air as they go crashing down to the ground.

He rummages them all, throws them here and there, not caring where it lands.

Tears stream down his cheeks but he doesn't care.

His eyeliner is waterproof after all.

He looks up to see the painting of him. His dear old daddy who loved them so very much.

He snarls and reaches up to grab it. He holds it before him and looks at his father on the eye level.

"I hate you." He spits and throws it to the mess he made in the middle of the room.

He runs and jumps on his face. He stomps on it over and over and over and over-

"Klaus?"

He looks up to see Ben looking worriedly at him. Behind him his other siblings looking at the scene he made.

"Yes?" He huffs out a breath.

"Are you alright?" Viktor asked beside Ben.

Klaus looked around for a moment, "Why wouldn't I be?"

His siblings looked awkward.

He looked down with a chuckle.

He let out a gasp, "Oh, no!" He exclaimed, "My nail broke!"

-To Be (May) Continued.

Hope you enjoyed!

See you in another story!

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Hello there!

I'm a writer who likes to write about the shows I like. I have been writing about The Umbrella Academy and Boku no Hero Academia. My Tua fics is mostly about Klaus and I love him so much. For Bnha, I write about Bakudeku.

If you are interested, you may find the content you like in here.

I post on AO3 but I plan to post short stories on here as well.

Here is my AO3 account.

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Hey! Would like to share this new fanfic I'm working on. It's a crossover fic which contains both The Umbrella Academy and Misfits.

A Klaus and Nathan being twins fic!

Summary: In this universe Reginald adopts six babies. But there is no Number Four.

What if Klaus and Nathan had born 5 years later than the others? What if Reginald adopted them and Nathan was the Number Eight?

Word Count: 10k+ words.

I hope you will enjoy this. Don't forget to read the tags please!

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Would like to share a fic I wrote a while ago! A first fanfic post on here as well! Yaay!

A The Umbrella Academy fanfic! A Klaus-centric one at that! Just not on his POV. You will understand if you give it a try!

Summary: After they traveled back in time to their thirteen-year-old bodies, suffered their traumas for a couple of years again and trained Viktor, they managed to avert the apocalypse.

They are trying to be a real family. But Klaus secretly sneaks out these days.

Where the hell is he going?

Word count: 3,5k words.

I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to read the tags even though it practically doesn't have any trigger warnings.

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Hey! Gonna make a writer-blog here, probably. I write about The Umbrella Academy and Boku no Hero Academia (Bakudeku). I mostly post on AO3 but probably gonna post here too and some drafts as well.