#Klaus Hargreeves x You

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hey pookie I think my ask got eaten by tumblr but I saw one of your posts saying you write for the umbrella academy and I am lowkey desperate for Klaus fics 😭 (I found out he was canonically pansexual and genderfluid and lowkey giggled)

Maybe smutty headcannons/short drabbles for Klaus x Reader ?? All I can say is that man fucking RADIATES switch energy. Also I’m good with fem or masc pov I don’t Gaf❤️❤️❤️❤️

He’s probably also one kinky motherfucker too (cough cough hazel and chacha torture scene) and I can totally see him being a masochist idk

A/n: I am so sorry! Tumblr fucks my shit up so much and if this sucks too I apologize. I have not watched the newest season of Umbrella Academy.

🔥: When you bite his neck during sex, please bite his neck during sex. He will 100% lose it if you are riding him and when you give him little nips across his skin the man know's that you're eager for sex just like he would be, you can always feel his hardon pressing into you when you bite his neck.

🔥: Loooves it when you run your nails down his chest, even better if you do it hard enough to leave a mark. Boy does he love just showing off your little marks, Klaus can't help but proudly show everyone, he know's their jealous but I mean how can he blame them, have you've seen yourself?

🔥: Tie him up! Please! Please time him up. You take control and he will be a whimpering mess for you. Klaus loves to groan out your name, to moan out your name when you're jerking him off. He's a weeping mess when you use one of your vibrators on the tip of his cock.

🔥: Will 100% switch if you want him too, lightly chocking you. Lot's of orgasm denials, too much for play. Your mind is in a haze, lost count in all the orgasm's you've had thanks to Klaus.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Ecstasy Of The Heart

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pairing: five hargreeves x any gender reader

warnings: fluff, sarcastic five, cursing

summary: you and five quarling like an old married couple while shopping

a/n: harry potter poa reference in the summary ;) there's also a full house (my fav show ever) reference somewhere

song: tainted love - soft cell

"No, we are getting the chocolate ones," Five rolls his eyes.

"Uh- no we aren't? We are getting mint ones," you argue back.

"There is something wrong with you, nobody likes mint oreos," he tells you with disgust in his voice, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That's not true, you just lack enough social interaction to know that," you huff.

"Well, everyone at the academy agreed on chocolate," he reminds you.

"Okay, that was before I saw those delicious mint ones-"

"'Delicious mint ones my ass. You might as well just take the cookie part off of a regular one and put toothpaste on it"

"I'm done with this, we are getting both- problem solved," you say placing both in the cart.

"What ingredients did Klaus say he needed," you wonder aloud.

"We are not getting Klaus anything," Five tries to steal the cart from you.

"What do you mean? He told me to get him ingredients so we can make a cake together," you tell him.

"Klaus can't bake"

"You can't space jump without getting stuck in the future either," you cross your arms.

His jaw drops and he glares at you.

"At least I'm not best friends with someone who's high all the time," he says.

"I happen to enjoy his highness, he makes everything less... serious," you look him up and down.

"Whatever, just get everything on the shelf for all I care," Five gives up.

"Can we get a dog," you ask while strolling through the isle with pet food and supplies.

"Absolutely not"

"But why, do you think I can't take care of one?"

"Yes, in fact I do think that"

"I would make a great parent, for your information"

"Oh really? The last time we had a pet you gave the fish a bath-"

"He needed to be cleaned"

"-with soap!"

You shake your head looking up and mutter a 'rest in peace Mr. Goldfish'.

You two finally made it back to the academy to see Allison and Luther waiting in the kitchen.

Luther looks at Allison, "I'm surprised, they made it back without killing each other!"

The two of you glance at each other, "barely," you say in sync with him.

[kybercvnt]

First Love

Pairing – Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Summary – You trust your brother and your best friend with the whole world, so who better than to share your firsts with?

Word Count – 563

Warning – Implications of underage sexy-times, mentions of drugs

You and Klaus were each other’s first everything. You, Klaus, and Ben were inseparable and did everything together, but there was always a deeper connection between you and Klaus. Ben felt like the third wheel even before he died.

Klaus and Ben’s relationship was different to you and Klaus–they were brothers, best friends–but having the opposite gender involved complicated it. Peak puberty and newly developing feelings paired with two best friends who trusted each other opened so many doors to exploration.

Being cooped up in the academy didn’t help either, there wasn’t much to do except sneaking out to smoke one of Klaus’ joints. That’s probably how he got the rubber too, the same way he managed to smuggle cannabis.That also meant the two of you were great at sneaking around after curfew without your father knowing, better than Luther and Allison at least.

It was another one of those nights. You and Klaus sitting cross-legged opposite each other on his bed passing each other the joint and blowing the smoke out his window, laughing and chatting about whatever embarrassing things your siblings did that day. The joint must've been laced with something that night, because at the end of every conversation there would be a long silence before someone started a new one and in that time, you felt the resounding urge to kiss him.

Klaus was cute, silly, and would do anything to make you smile. As much as the two of you grew up to be close as siblings, there was always something inside you that made you feel like you had already found your soulmate. If you ever needed someone to comfort you when you cry, or just to keep you company, somehow Klaus was always at the doorway ready for when you needed him.

After your shared joint, you both laid down in his bed with his arm around you, and that silence hung in the air once again. You couldn’t say you loved Klaus just yet, you were young and hadn’t experienced the outside world, but of course you loved the boy you’ve seen every day since you could remember–the boy you called your brother. But, you couldn’t love Klaus. He was always open-minded, and you admired that and looked up to him, so you tried to be the same. Anyway, by the time your father would let you all go gallivanting outside of the academy, then Klaus would’ve easily already found someone to settle with, because who wouldn’t fall head-over-heels for him like you did?

You felt courageous in his arms and so you looked up at him. He looked down at you when he felt your head turn on his shoulder. Another reason you thought he was your soulmate was how he could effortlessly read your mind. Without a word, he pinched your chin between his fingers and pulled your lips to his. It was so sudden yet so euphoric, a first kiss was better than drugs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

When you made out in his room, and he bent over to pull the mysterious loose packet of rubber under his bed, you knew you wouldn’t want to share any of your firsts with anyone that wasn’t the boy you trusted–your first kiss, your first time, and your first love would always be with him.

[graceloveswolves]

I’ve seen people talking about how Klaus is looking in the opposite direction in this picture, and as I was rewatching the series I noticed this picture in season one where (I think) Klaus is facing the other way….. I could be wrong but I think that’s either Klaus/Ben. Anyone find this intriguing???

[p0m3gr4netel0v3]

𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲

꒰♡꒱...The umbrella academy x reader

꒰♡꒱...the umbrella academy when you have a nightmare

꒰♡꒱...warning(s) : talk about nightmares, like one cussword.

Five hargreeves✧˖*°࿐

Has absolutely no idea what to do.

Just hugs you akwardly ands lets you cry and talk about it if you want to.

Lots and lots of reassurance that none of it was real and it was just a dream.

" its okay, love it was just dream i promise "

klaus hargreeves✧˖*°࿐

Used to get nightmares as a kid because of ghosts so he completely understands.

He'll hold you to him tightly and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while playing with your hair

He's absolutely all ears if you wanna talk to him about it

kisses galore!! Will kiss your forhead, your nose, your cheek, literary every were.

Viktor hargreeves✧˖*°࿐

literary such a sweetheart:(

He'd be so understanding, and gentle

Would get you anything that you need, hell he'd even go to the store to get you some snacks if thats what you wanted

Holds you extra tightly, just to make sure you know he's there

[fiveloml]

Klaus Hargreeves with an introverted reader? I feel like as ironic as it sounds it fits <3

hi!! this wont have the standard layout since i just wanted to write something really quickly and this seemed to be a fun prompt :) i wanted to go with an introverted reader / klaus s/o finally being introduced to the family

“klaus- wait. are you sure this is the right time?“ you stopped walking, grabbing onto his sleeve as you were both about to enter the academy. you and klaus had been dating for a few years and because the family was all together, (all thanks to a certain mans death) he decided to finally introduce you.

“are you kidding? they'll love you! er- maybe five won't.. he's not a very big people person.“ klaus shrugged but gave you a reassuring smile, giving a small squeeze to your hand and you mirrored his smile. “okay. i trust you.“

when you entered the academy, there was a bit of chatter being heard from the living room and you assumed thats where they all were. klaus dragged you over and shoved you into the room, having everyone pause once you stumbled inside.

“hi?“ you managed to stammer.

“family, this is my lovely partner i've been telling you all about!“

it was quiet for a moment before allison's face lit up, she was the first to approach you and grab you by the arms. “oh my goodness, you're gorgeous!“ she exclaims, you're a bit stunned by this but like her enthusiasm.

it didn't take long for the others to start chatting away aswell. you were surprisingly enough, not feeling overwhelmed with the amount of people around you. their energy was welcoming despite their situation.

“told ya they'd love you.“ klaus nudged your shoulder. “i'm glad they do.“

[the-anxiety-academy]

Klaus: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me.

Y/n: But did I make you cry?

Klaus: *cries on the spot*

Y/n: ...Shit.

[silky-slinky]

klaus hargreeves x reader whos alt, like decked out in piercings, tattoos, always dying their hair a new color. 's really 'tough' with most people, but totally soft for klaus

THE READER IS SOFT ONLY FOR KLAUS !

KLAUS HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

KLAUS HARGREEVES TAGLIST !

The others were surprised when Klaus had finally met someone, they were even more surprised when you showed up in clothes they weren't used to, but the biggest surprise of them all was your different attitude towards them and towards Klaus.

They would watch in amusement as you were tough on the outside, but the moment Klaus stepped into the room, you were like a different person.

Klaus would be 10 times giddier when you're with him.

Would be jealous when you give the others more attention than you give him.

“You're only lovey-dovey with me or whatever you would call it.”

“Well, would you rather like me to be more lovey-dovey with Viktor?”

“Oh God, no!”

Loves it every time you get ready for the day.

Would trace every single tattoo on your body to calm you down.

Would dye your hair for you!

Would get matching hair colors with you.

He had your initials tattooed right below his left ear.

He chose the left ear because he noticed that you were always on his left side and he wanted you to see his tattoo every time.

Would get butterflies every time you defended him from his siblings or when you'd get upset when his siblings don't listen to what he has to say.

Got his ears pierced for you!

You both share a pair of earrings. His on his left ear while yours was on your right.

THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST !

- ★

[moonlitmeeks]

༊*·˚ love-sick ; klaus hargreeves (0.45k)

summary: when klaus gets sick, you decide to be a good partner and take care of him.

song: fade into you - mazzy star

a/n: a shorter one for today whilst i get to grips with klaus' character, but i suppose this lives up to the mini-fic name! again, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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klaus was practically buried in a heap of blankets, a few awry tufts of hair being the only confirmation that he was, in fact, still seated on the sofa in the living room of the academy. 

every so often, the mountain of fabric shook as klaus coughed or sneezed, and you would feel sympathetic if half of you didn’t find his theatrics somewhat entertaining. 

klaus had come down with a cold which, though never a pleasant illness to fall victim to, was not nearly as drastic as he was making it out to be. he had a stuffy nose and a sore throat, the occasional headache now and then, but to him, it was the end of the world as he knew it. 

when he’d first noticed he was getting sick, klaus had draped himself over you, hand pressed against his forehead like a damsel in distress as he told you he was coming down with something. 

it had only gotten worse from there. 

“you’re laughing,” he moaned, head popping out to reveal his flushed cheeks and messy hair. “i’m sick, and you’re laughing at me. do you understand the betrayal i’m feeling right now? my own partner doesn’t even care that i’m ill.”

“i’m not laughing,” you lied, trying your hardest to keep a straight face as you placed a fresh box of tissues on the coffee table in front of him. “i’m deeply concerned for your well-being, actually.”

“you’re lucky you’re hot, babe, cause you’re a terrible liar,” he declared, flippantly grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose. 

“hey, i’m looking after you, aren’t i? i even made you some soup the other day!”

“after you lectured me for a half hour,” klaus countered, somehow managing to act proud even in his sick state. 

you scoffed, jabbing at the air in front of his chest.

“because i told you that you’d get sick if you went outside in that weather. but did you listen to me?”

klaus threw his hands up, your eyes catching a glimpse of the black ink adorning his palms. though he was acting frustrated, he flashed you a toothy smile.

“well, in sickness and in health babe! we gotta stick together to get through this.”

you didn’t bother trying to mask your laughter this time, allowing your hand to fly up to your mouth to at least stifle some of the giggles pouring out of it.

“it’s a cold, klaus. you’ll be fine in a few days you idiot.”

“oh?” he raised his eyebrows, as if accepting a challenge. klaus forced a cough, attempting to produce hoarse and painful sound. “we’ll see about that.”

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Hi everyone! I've been reading a lot of "Klaus x reader" fanfics lately and they have inspired me to write my own.

I want you to know that English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes in my writing.

I always do my research in order to use the correct form but I don't know if I always succeed in doing so.

I'm also extremely anxious, so be kind, please.

I present to you my first "Klaus x reader" fanfic.

A/N: this fanfic is thought for a fem!reader but I never specify the gender as I use y/n, so I think that it could also be considered gender-neutral

TW: mentions of self-harm, anxiety

681 words

Summary: Klaus comforts an anxious reader

Scratches

This isn't a good period for you. You're very stressed because of school but you don't want to be a burden for your family or friends.

So you just suffer in silence. But you have to vent all this nervousness in some way.

You begin to scratch your skin. You make sure not to leave any mark to be seen. Or so you thought.

You're studying when suddenly you hear the doorbell: it's your best friend Klaus. You've known each other since you were little and he knows about your anxiety but he doesn't know that it is that bad.

You go open the door and, as soon as he enters your house, he gives you a big hug. You feel safe. You stay a little longer than usual because, honestly, you need it.

"Are you ok y/n?" he asks. "Yes. Does it bother you if we stay like this for another minute or so?"

"Of course not, my dear, but are you sure that everything's alright?"

At this point you can't hide it anymore.

You sob and then you start crying, your fingers tightening their grip on his back.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm here. Don't worry."

He holds you closer and caresses your hair to calm you down.

After a few minutes he pulls back and looks you in the eyes, his hands cupping your cheeks.

You don't want to look at him. You're ashamed of yourself.

"Look at me. Hey. Look at me." he repeats.

Finally you look at him.

"What's wrong?"

You spit it all out. You tell him everything. You're anxious all the time. You think you can't do it. You consider yourself a total failure.

"I swear y/n, you're the best person I've ever met. You've always helped me. I hadn't realised that you were struggling this much. It's just that you hide it so well. I'm so sorry I haven't noticed it before. But now I'm here and we'll go through this together.

Tears keep falling from your eyes as you stare at him. Even if he has offered to help you and you know he will, you feel bad because you don't want him to see this side of you.

Suddenly, you notice that he is examining your arm. You panick.

"What is that?" he asks with a concerning look.

"Nothing." you reply, covering it with the sleeve of your cardigan.

"Let me see it."

"Klaus..." you let out, shaking your head and slowly stepping back.

"Please, I just want to help you. You know that I care about you."

You understand that you can't escape and finally sit on the couch.

He takes a seat next to you.

You lift the sleeve, revealing a series of red marks all over your arm.

"Y/n..." he whispers.

"I know. I know I shouldn't do that but when I'm nervous I scratch my arm. It helps me to cope with my anxiety."

He takes your arm and gently traces the marks with his fingers. Then he proceeds to leave soft kisses on each of the red spots while holding your hand. Finally he kisses your hand and goes back to look at you.

"I'm so sorry you had to face all of this alone. Just know that from now on I will be there when you need me. I'll do anything I can to help you feel better." he says placing a hand on your cheek.

You take his hand and keep it there as you close your eyes for a moment.

"Thank you Klaus. I really appreciate it. And I appreciate you. I'm glad to have you in my life. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"As I said, you've always been there for me and now I want to do the same for you."

You look at him, thinking how lucky you are.

"Can I get another hug?" you ask him.

"Of course, darling, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Next time, don't ask me." he says as he holds you tight.

"I promise." you whisper against his chest.

[sagelovesbooks]

Klaus's Freakout

Five: *Kicks the door down in a rush* Y/N: What did you do? Five: Nobody died. Klaus: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

[moonyswritinq]

diego : "come on, just admit you have a thing for Five."

you : "no, I do not. 'Cause I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile."

five, overhearing : *sends you a smug smile*

klaus : "yes, you are."

you : "yes, I am."

[froggoon]

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Post Apocalypse Au! pt.2

WC: ~3,258 Warnings/Tags: Sexual Tension, Mentions of Abuse, Agedup!Five, Mentions of previous trauma, 18+

Summary: The Umbrella Academy saved the world, the Commission is no longer after them, the moon is in one piece and everyone’s lives start to fall back into place. Five attempts to start his life over again when Klaus brings home a girl with unusual shadow powers. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡

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The Apocalypse was over and Five Hargreaves did what he did best, drink and cope. The first few weeks of freedom he tried things he had missed early on in his childhood. It started when Viktor took him shopping for a new, more appropriate wardrobe, that someone who looked his age would wear. Then he would often visit the park just to admire the beauty of places that were once a baron landscape. And sometimes he just spent his time reading catching up on what he missed in the last few years.

But old habits die hard when you spend 54 years alone and the next 2 weeks desperate to save yourself and save your family. Maybe Klaus was right when he called the apocalypse his drug because, for a while, it was all he’d ever know.

Five hadn’t slept well in a long time and despite his newfound freedom without the looming feeling of impending doom. He would find himself waking up at 4 am to check his window and just to see if everything was real.

The Academy had been empty for a bit, the first week his family had stayed back to collect themselves, celebrate, and appreciate one another but slowly their lives fell back into place. Allison went back to Claire wanting to get back her career and her daughter back. Luther wanted to find his independence and took a small helping from his inheritance to live on his own. Diego and Lila had also moved out in hopes of continuing to grow their relationship and perhaps find happiness in normalcy. Viktor, now confident in himself wanting to explore the world more began traveling and meeting new people. To Five it felt like everyone had moved on, except him. He had been the one to jump through time, and now he felt like he was stuck in it.

However this morning, his silent coffee and breakfast time was interrupted but a surprisingly sober Klaus barging through the door with a girl no taller than 5’3 who looked as if she had been dragged through the mud and a forest in his arms.

“I didn’t know where to bring her she ran into me frantic and couldn’t speak much,”

“There wasn’t anyone chasing her so I have no idea where she came from and she’s in pretty bad shape.”

Klaus looked panicked, he felt bad for the beat-up girl in his arms but what could he do besides bring her to the place he knew could help her best.

Grace and Pogo immediately took action, bringing the girl into the spare room to care for her wounds.

“What makes you think you can just bring random people in here? She could be dangerous?”

Five arched his eyebrow at Klaus’s behavior. He wasn’t a trusting man but he trusted his brother’s intuition and the girl genuinely looked like she needed help.

“I couldn’t just leave her on the road. I’m not a bad person Five. There’s something different about her I swear.”

Five looked distrustful at what his brother was saying.

“Well, we’ll just have to see when she wakes up.”

The two went back to doing their own things in the Academy waiting for you to wake up.

————————-3 days later————————

The sun shone brightly in the room you stayed at. Your eyes slowly opened, blinking harshly to adjust to the shining light. You had no idea where you were, this new place was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Warm wood furniture decorated the walls, and the mattress you slept on seemed more comfy, soft, and warmer than your old hay-filled cot. Unsurprisingly your wounds ached but were clean nevertheless. You jumped when the door swung open to reveal a monkey? no an ape? in a suit. "Ah you're finally awake, Ill let the others know"

"I am Pogo by the way, please rest, we don't want your stitches reopening." Maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to you, but you listened to his words and laid back, staring at the large high ceilings waiting to see if whoever brought you here would be your like your old doctors. Back downstairs Pogo noticed Five pacing around in the living room. "Any troubles worrying you?" "Yes that girl, I can't find any information about her, she had no ID, no name card, I even looked around the area trying to track back where she came from, and nothing." Five glanced around, more cautious of his surroundings

"What if the commission sent her?" "This is not good, not good at all"

And with a quick turn, he teleported to the room of which his unwelcome guest occupied. A flash of blue interrupted your daydreams when a boy about your age in a green flannel, cargo pants, with slightly long side parted hair entered your space. Besides appearing out of nowhere he looked almost normal, but that didn't stop you from being scared. Shivering you pushed yourself back on the bed as far as you could to try to get away from him. Sensing your fear Five held out his hands as a way to show you some form of peace. Lowering one hand he slowly approached you. But the closer he came the farther back you shuffled. Something wasn't right Five thought. You were terrified of him, what had happened to you to cause you to be in such a state.

Hey Im not going to hurt you, I don't know who you are but Im not going to hurt you." Five could see that you weren't budging so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hazelnut toffee-flavored candy. He wasn't a big fan of sweets but had kept some from his last visit to a local coffee shop. "Here you must be a little hungry, it's good to see." He popped it in his mouth to show her that it was safe, not a trick. Slowly you reached out and touched his hand, grabbing the little treat, unwrapping it before letting the gooey sweet melt on your tongue. Five smiled at your reaction. "See? It was good." He thought you looked adorable with big doe eyes waiting to see if he had any more. He reached into his right pocket and pulled out another handle full of candies. "Ill give you one each time you answer a question. Can you do that for me?" You nodded slowly. "Okay, can you tell me your name?" "Angel" you pointed to yourself "Five" you pointed to him. You had heard Klaus shouting his name when you entered the house. "Angel? Do you have a last time?" "Five. Five Hargreeves" He pointed to himself. "Angel" You repeated. Okay maybe you didn't have a last name that was fine, at least he had gotten a name. He gave you another candy and watched you excitedly open it. "Okay Angel, another question where did you come from? Who or what were you running from?" "Doctor" you responded looking down. "What Doctor? What did he do to you." You felt like you should have known better than to trust the boy in front of you, but he looked so earnest so sweet, that you decided to show him your secret. Opening your fist a ball of shadows appeared in your hand before you tossed it into the air letting whatever light was in the room dissipate. Five knew what this had suggested. Whoever took you, held you captive, and experimented on you. Perhaps they were trying to make you into one of the unlucky 43. Another candy was handed to you.

“Show me more” Five demanded. You blinked at him slowly before he put another candy in your hand. “Show me.”

You looked at him and brought both your hands up into the air. He watched shadows run from the ground into the room and swirl around you. It appeared you could summon shadows at your will and control them.

“Good girl” and another candy as placed in your hand. "Tell me, Angel, do you know where or who it was? Do you know the name of the commission?" You stared at him blankly not understanding what he said. Before Five could ask any more questions Klaus had burst through the door. "My Angel! You are okay !" As he rushed towards you to grab your face. Stunned you jolted back from his presence. "Angel, that's why she called herself that, it's not her name, it’s what you called her!" Five went to smack Klaus in the back of the head when his hand was stopped by a shadow. "No hurt, Klaus friend" With heart eyes, Klaus dove into Angel's arms "LOOK AT MY ANGEL PROTECTING ME!!" With the gentleness of a newborn deer, Angel reached out to Klaus with a small sweet in her hand. "Candy?" "For me? Of course, Angel thank you!" Rolling his eyes at the scene Five teleported to his room to think. Where had this girl come from she had no name could barely speak and had a dark power with unknown consequences. Angel clad in Umbrella Academy uniform, and Klaus were in the living room when a flash appeared in the doorway. "Cinco! Where are you off to?" "Library I need to do some research." But just before he would reach for the doorknob a body was flung into his back. "Here take Angel with you, she needs a new set of clothes, can't have her wearing this uniform, you know all about that wouldn't you?" Klaus said as he shoved Angel forward. "I don't have time, I'm not a babysitter." Five expressed as he grabbed your arms and pushed you back. "Five...mad?" You looked up at Five with tears in your eyes. Reaching out to his face with his hand you softly pet his cheek. "Five...happy. Happy"

The time travelers face softened at the kindness you showed while trying to console him.

“I’m sorry Angel, yes Five is happy. Come on let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand ignoring the feeling of his heart when your soft skin wrapped around his.

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“Alright Angel, as cute as you look in the uniform we have to get you some normal clothes.”

Five looked over at you, but you were looking out the window. His green eyes passed over the cuts on your legs and the faint but visible bruises on your neck. It wondered him how someone could do this to you, turn a girl who seemed like an Angel into a shadow user. He parked the car at Gimble's before flashing to your side of the door to open it, Five was still a gentleman after all. "Okay now Angel, we're here to buy you some new clothes." You nodded your head to show you understood him and hopped out of the car excited to see the world around you. Being locked up for so long you had forgotten what the outside world looked like. Today the sky was blue with warm gusts of winds filling the air. People and families were seen chattering about. You reached out to grab Five's arm and pulled him closer to the store. Five chucked at your childlike antics, letting himself be whisked away by you. You dragged him to the dress section; some of the kinder doctors had given you books to look at to pass the time, many of them being princess books. There were cute frilly dresses that caught your eye immediately. Rushing forward you grabbed 3 dresses that might have suited you. With a sigh Five grabbed your shoulders wanting to tell you to go find some more practical everyday clothes. But after seeing the glimmer in your eye as if you found the most priceless thing...he couldn't bear take that away from you. "Come on Princess, let's go try them on." He ushered you to the changing room and waited outside. As he turned his back you grabbed his hand, but Five had yanked it back at the unexpected contact. He wasn't completely used to physical touch yet.

Ignoring this you grabbed his hand once more and tried to take him into the dressing room with you. "No Angel I can't go with you, just put on the dresses inside and Ill wait out here."

You had refused to let go of his hand. With another sign he allowed himself to be pulled into the confined space of the changing room. You quickly shimmied out of the uniform skirt and tie throwing it into a random corner. Five's face turned a deep scarlet red, although he was an older man the sight of your small and barely clothes body was enough to make him shift in his pants. Before he could embarrass himself any further he blinked out into the waiting room fanning his face as if he ran a marathon. There were small warning signs in his brain, don't get too attached, she doesn't know better, please don't get a boner right now. Trying to collect himself he put his hands in his face wanting to be anywhere but here right now. You interrupted his train of thought when you came out bouncing with a big smile on your face. The dress you picked out was a cute white summer dress that was white had thick straps tied on your shoulders. The skirt part stopped right above your knees and flared out with a twirl. You looked absolutely adorable, an Angel who wielded the power of a devil. "You look...beautiful" Five muffled through his hand. "Beautiful?" You questioned. "Yes you, Angel, you are beautiful." And as if your smile couldn't get any bigger, you ran and jumped into Five, his arms slowly wrapping around your frame to prevent you from falling.

"Five! Beautiful!" You smiled and pointed at him. Your fingers had graced his cheeks into a smile. Pointing at his dimple "Five! Beautiful" you repeated. "Oh, you think I'm beautiful Angel?" Five couldn't help but also feel happy and continue smiling, something about you felt like a breath of fresh air. His last few weeks had been nonstop paranoia and feeling the effects of an identity crisis, but hearing your laughter and seeing you call him beautiful, it felt as if he was actually living again. However, that didn't stop the nagging fear in the back of his mind of where you came from and what had happened to you. Perhaps it was the assassin in him that just couldn't let him...enjoy a moment. "Come on Angel, let’s get the rest of the dresses and pay. We need to head to the library before it closes." You nodded your head and skipped off to grab the rest of your dresses and clothes. You and Five stood at the cashier waiting to pay. "That will be 45.78." Five pulled out a 50 and felt your head lean on his shoulder. "Five, thank you." You looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in your eye. As he was retrieving his change you leaned up and placed your soft lips on the corner of his mouth. "Five happy?" He looked down at you and blushed "Yes Five is very happy." ————————The Library—————————- You were sat in Five's lap flipping through a picture book while he was doing research. Unfortunately, there was almost no information about any kind of suspicious activities in the area where they had found you or even how you even got to the city. Five had to expand his research on places that might have to do with experimental tests but with so little access he was found himself at a dead end. "Nothing! Absolutely Nothing!" Five yelled before slamming his notebook on the table. You jumped in his lap and covered your ears, eyes filling with heavy teardrops waiting to fall. "Shit Angel Im sorry come here." He cooed wrapping his arms around you for the fourth time today. Five pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and inhaled slowly. You smelt like a blooming meadow and a hint of cinnamon. Closing his eyes he rested his head on yours. It wasn't been often when he felt a peace like this, heck he didn’t even remember the last time he felt calm, other than when he was drinking or passed out after a mission. Your eyelashes fluttered on his neck as you began to press small kisses on his jawline. "Come on Angel what are you doing?" "Make Five happy. Kiss you" You mumbled and continued leaving marks on his neck and jaw. Five clenched his fists around you "Angel if you keep this us I'm not going to be able to hold back." Five groaned as he pulled you closer into his lap. And with his last bit of resolve, he blinked you guys back into the car. "Come on Angel let's go home." He kissed your cheek slightly to assure you he wasn't mad and drove the two of you back. ————————the academy———————--- "Mi hermano and Angel ! You guys are back" Klaus shouted from the couch he was currently lying on. You ran into the living room jumping in front of Klaus to show off your dress.

"My cutie Angel! You look so pretty!"

Klaus then swept you off your feet and into a fit of giggles. Five, who had been observing the scene from the bar was actively trying to fight off the green monster that was creeping up his heart. "Leave her alone Klaus we had a long day. Come on Angel let's have your shower and get ready for bed." It was obvious you needed to be cared for and Five had already begun to assume the role. Pulling out some extra pajamas Five had in his wardrobe he handed them to you before showing you the bathroom. "Shower here and come back to my room when you are done okay?" You nodded back and went into the bathroom. With a sign Five flopped on his back in bed wondering more about you. How could someone he just met cause him to feel such a way? Maybe it was his messed up time-traveling brain that was causing these emotions but deep down he knew he had a hidden attraction to you. He began to think more about your powers. You couldn't be part of the 43 because you were too young but you also showed an understanding of your abilities and more control than Viktor did when he first found out about his. Five would have to talk to you after you shower about your abilities. Small footsteps padded outside his room before stopping. The door swung open and there you stood wrapped in only a small towel Grace had given you. Five green eyes turned wide as you skipped into his room.. You had turned to grab the pajamas he had left you on the bed and dropped your towel. Five sat up instantly, his eyes wandered over the curve of your breasts and the plumpness of your backside. Being in the apocalypse and focused on getting back home to his family never allowed him much time for romance or women, besides Delores. You stood up as bare as the day you were born, nipples perked up at the cold air and you put the silk top and bottom on. Now properly clothed you turned to Five who was staring at you with eyes that rivaled a burning sun. In a blink, he was in front of you grabbing your waist with such a force it felt like you would disappear if he let go. Bringing his lips to your neck he kissed gently and dragged his face to meet your eyes. Soft despreate lips met plump shy ones as you and Five melted into each other. The kiss grew hungry, more desperate, both parties missing the feel of one another. The two of you fell back onto the bed with Five on top of you. Two souls both isolated from the world finally finding solstice in one another. All the questions Five had for you were gone from his mind, the only thing replacing it was the thought of how your body felt against his. A small hand reached into the front of Five's pants. "I want to help Five" You had whispered into his ear. It was going to be a long night.

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[graceloveswolves]

One Shots

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The Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreeves

My Love For Klaus i

My Love For Klaus ii

Diego Hargreeves

His Wonderful Dance Moves

[yandere-toons]

KLAUS HARGREEVES

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: substance abuse, bloody violence, references to child abuse and neglect, self-harm and suicidal ideation, sexual references, mentions of religious concepts.

PLATONIC:

Hugs, where he snuggles up with his whole body, are his favourite way to greet the one he has so fondly dubbed his truest friend. Klaus shuts out all other communication and responsibility, preferring to laugh with them and grasp for any reason to keep the conversation going. He makes no apologies for his enthusiasm and, if only privately, ridicules those who frown on his behaviour.

A snack or nightcap that happened to be on hand serves as his excuse, but in reality, Klaus is looking for any opportunity to lean in and show how attentive he can be. Klaus will endure an inordinate amount of hostility before he recognises that it's more than a lapse of affection. Even so, he assumes the fault rests squarely on his shoulders and scrambles to be more forthright in his attempts to praise and help.

Sleep exhausts him more than life unless Klaus downs a shot of liquid courage and passes out on his friend, calling their heartbeat the best sedative. He finds comfort in entangling himself with them: then the slightest movement will alert him to a disturbance or an attempt to leave, and he won't have to wake up alone, wondering if he's hallucinated it all.

When his friend exits the room, Klaus jumps up from whatever compact position he's been sitting in and hurries after them. Even if his question about going out together fetches an unequivocal "no," Klaus reacts with joy, as if he's snagged a resounding "yes," and continues to follow at their heels until they reach their destination.

Whether it's throwing himself into the back seat of their car just before they drive off or physically clinging to them, Klaus insists on not being separated for even a minute. Anything longer than a few seconds of uninterrupted silence discomforts him, so he is eager to fill that time with stories of his bizarre visions.

If Klaus's friend lands in a scuffle, he enables them by shouting words of encouragement for them to hit the other. For Klaus to strike, the friend must either ask him to do so or catch him in a moment of extreme distress. Once the altercation is over and Klaus's friend emerges victorious, he approaches the opponent and taunts them quietly, if possible extinguishing his cigarette on their skin.

Suppose his friend loses or appears to be struggling. In that case, Klaus will call upon his brother Diego to intervene with deadly force. Klaus frames this as a personal favour between brothers, but Klaus has, at best, a tenuous intention of repaying Diego, unless what Diego asks for comes in the form of pills or powder. This becomes clear when Klaus decides not to stay for the end of the fight and leaves with his friend to pour a celebratory drink.

Being a bystander in the fight means staying behind Klaus while he holds out his arm like a seatbelt. Klaus believes he has failed to fulfil his sole purpose in life and is therefore unworthy to live, so at the first sign of danger, he will sacrifice himself for one of the few people who have not yet written him off.

Klaus enjoys swapping gossip and bad memories of questionable validity about how awful the person was. He even steals valuables from the person's house, small enough to fit in his coat pocket, and then splits the reward with his friend, distracting them with compliments and jokes in hopes that they won't confront him about the crime.

If the friend presses him hard, Klaus will hand over the stolen goods but will argue that he is thieving solely in their best interest. If you wait a day or more to ask him about it, Klaus will have the time he needs to pawn off all the stolen goods and double down on the lie that someone else is to blame.

Hearing a good song, Klaus will try to dance with his friend. Humour him or not, Klaus improvises a whole routine and "accidentally" plants his elbow in the ribs of everyone he suspects has the same dance partner in mind. He makes a point of swaying in his friend's line of sight and slides into the way each time they venture out.

Despite this, Klaus is the first to flee and invent insults against the others for smothering him. Should the people claim that Klaus is the real hanger-on, that his friend stays with him out of pity rather than necessity, he lashes out in a burst of verbal and physical rage at whoever said it last.

Acts of impulse serve as a cornerstone of his fragile attachment. In a more domestic setting, Klaus falls into their lap on the pretext that his family is hogging all the chairs. Kisses blown across the room, closer if his friend asks for such things, earn him much derision from his siblings.

No matter how much Ben gags in his ear, Klaus pays no mind to his antics and gradually isolates himself from those who challenge his view of the relationship. He has had enough of being expected to validate his every choice in his family's eyes and declares that he will never again bring his friend round the mansion. When questioned as to his motives, Klaus is unusually honest about his preference for them over his family.

Klaus jokes that, even in death, he will hold them to all the promises they made in life. He warns them not to bunk with other spirits, as he has dedicated a La-Z-Boy and a bottomless supply of pizza to them in his afterlife. One-on-one existence, where his dream could never again be taken from him, is his paradise, and the resurrection, the gasp of loneliness that comes with leaving such a world, takes more from his heart than any bullet.

As someone whom the dead haunt like a shadow, Klaus will continue to talk to his friend long after their death. Everyone else can only watch and guess at his condition as he chats with empty air about what to eat that day. Klaus is well aware that his friend is dead and that no one else can see them now, but it gives him more reason to include them in conversations with others.

This is how he soothes his grief and tells himself that despite the new barrier, he can still socialise with them and, at least for a few blissful minutes, pretend that everything is as it should be. If anyone is angry with him for this, Klaus teases them: in his eyes, they are shamelessly envious that he has such a loyal friend.

ROMANTIC:

Playdates with his abrasive family are a necessary evil, but as soon as his partner leaves, Klaus waves goodbye to his siblings and follows. He packs his nonexistent bags and sets off, unable to trust that his partner won't realise he does more harm than good and abandon him while they're apart.

Klaus fears his attachment—he worries that by revealing its burning intensity and seeking appreciation, he is inviting future rejection. Every time Klaus takes such a risk, he anticipates problems in the relationship that will exceed his abilities and expose his incompetence. Consequently, he may attempt to sever the connection before it has the chance to evolve.

Throughout Klaus's existence, fortune has conspired against him, divine intervention has been a lie, and karma has overdosed him twentyfold before granting him another fleeting sense of hope. Any individual who treats Klaus as anything more than his father's failed experiment and values him for reasons beyond his powers which he so loathes must be clueless.

However, Klaus notes, they must also be a finer person than himself, one to whom he could never measure up, and for whose sake he would mutilate himself at a moment's notice. Anyone who hurts them is beneath contempt, a bastard whom he would gladly let burn in a fire of their own making.

Klaus dreams up an intricate history of conflict and pleasure in case he has to step into the role of a jilted ex and deliver a heart-wrenching story to win that coveted second chance. He dallies in places frequented by his partner to catch them alone, spilling his deepest affections, hoping that one day, even if a thousand lifetimes from this one, they will embrace him once more.

For Klaus, eye contact with his partner means that they find him the opposite of repulsive and are open to seeing more of him, a feat he cannot even allow himself. At the slightest hint of their presence, he casts a wistful stare that, when interrupted, turns listless and dejected. It is this ingrained hesitancy to trust his own judgement that causes him to doubt his right to exist until another sees him and proves that he deserves life.

Klaus chases this meaning as he often has the bottom of a bottle, languishing in every sense of the word until he may experience it again. Perhaps a glaring difference in interests leaves him at a loss as to how to bond, such as if his partner turns out to be a grease monkey. In this scenario, Klaus resorts to conning a mechanic's shop into giving them lessons.

He deliberately injures himself, making sure that some part of his body is streaming blood, and then claims that an employee assaulted him. The act is contrived to arouse sympathy for him and punishment for another, replete with tears, dramatised accounts of every blow dealt, and threats when no one else is listening.

Klaus pretends he is too disoriented from blood loss to walk on his own and insists he must hold on to his partner when he stands. He grossly exaggerates the time and energy needed to recover, suggesting they carry him in their arms and focus all their attention on him until he "feels better."

Claiming that insensitive siblings will only aggravate his fragile state, Klaus plays up the injury and groans his way into his partner's abode. There, in the bedroom or on the couch, he finds his strength, undresses with a quickness he previously thought lost, and makes every effort to seduce.

Each day reminds Klaus how readily most people dismiss him as a useless junkie, so much so that he struggles to see the point of recovery. He considers his perceived attractiveness to be his one redeeming quality or, at the very least, the only quality that elicits positive reinforcement from others. Thus, he often sees his body as all he can offer in terms of incentive to stay with him.

When an attempt fails or, worse, is so unsuccessful that the relationship is jeopardized, Klaus rushes to propose alternative forms of intimacy: sleeping in the same bed from now on or spooning for a couple of days. In the meantime, Klaus worries inwardly that he is no longer desirable and fears for his ability to maintain his partner's interest.

That afternoon, Klaus presents them with a cocktail he swiped from Reginald's stash or a local bar, dressed in clothes he snatched from their bedroom without asking. Klaus is down to share a bottle of hard liquor, but addiction is the price he alone must pay for all his mistakes.

When his partner has similar issues, he takes the bottle and pitches all the street drugs, forcing the substance into his own veins when he needs to remove it completely from their reach. Klaus would rather bear the pain of another overdose than risk that for his partner.

Suppose the two have five dollars between them; the partner wishes to use it for a packet of cigarettes, while Klaus wants to put it towards a rice cake to split. Given the risk of disappointing them or starving, Klaus will suffer an empty stomach until he keels over. Once they look pleased, he can always shoplift the odd armful of crisps from a convenience store.

As the days turn to weeks, Klaus finds that less and less of life brings him the high he feels when he is near his partner. Nothing inspires the same happiness, and everything that used to thrill him has dulled. For Klaus, the whole of his life's worth depends on whether his ardour is reciprocated. If not, if he has devoted so much only to humiliate himself again, then the world of the living is no place for him.

Seeing how his family treats him like a ghost, Klaus trusts no one would mourn him if he vanished and never found his way back. At least, in death, he could enjoy a moment's peace and await the day when the one in whose steady hand he put forth his heart, freshly torn from his chest, would visit him.

Gone is the will to eat save for a cold waffle here and there, drinking himself into a nonstop bender that aims to drive out his heartache but instead only deadens it. Wrapped in a memento he never takes off to keep up the semblance of closeness, Klaus lingers at their final resting place so as not to miss any effort at contact.

It is not at all uncommon to find Klaus hungover, musing that perhaps if he dies in the same place, he can follow them to the other side. The more breath leaves his body, the closer their touch, telling him if he falls a little deeper, he can be with them. Whether it's a pipe dream or a drug-induced flashback, which Klaus is no longer able to tell apart, he resists coming out of it until a defibrillator or stomach pump forces him back to reality.

Each time the Maker rides to him on Her dirt road, there comes the possibility of a reunion. At his lowest, Klaus stops his heart for this exact purpose, or rather, he welcomes a moment in the hereafter with one who eases his burden of life.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!