#sparrow!ben

[momokodaisy]

Extremely Late Umbrella Academy Text Posts That Have Definitely Been Done Before (1/?) Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5

[sibsteria]

Devotion [umbrella!Ben Hargreeves Smut]

Warnings: thigh riding, f oral, m oral, piv sex, fluffy smut, fingering, romantic kissing, lap grinding, slightly dom!Ben, his first time asserting

Summary: You make the mistake of conjuring up your long term ghost boyfriend in Hotel Obsidian. Reader is Klaus’ twin with more practised and powerful abilities :)

[in my head my Ben is still here and I will not be taking any questions also reader is wearing a skirt]

ps this took so long 😭 I took a small difference from our sweet Ben but I am tempted to write a smut about virgin Benerino with reader

Read part two Damage Control here

I didn’t really proofread this so please notify any mistakes ty <3

18+ MDI!!!

Word Count: 3041

“Come on, I can sense you’re here.” I smile coyly around the space of the room. I wiggle my fingertips, a wind of pink cups around them. I had some time to get ready for the wedding.

“You’re no fun.” His solid form appears in the spot directly in front of me, arms crossed.

“Why are you lying to yourself? I’m plenty fun.” I waste no time by pulling myself into a standing position, wrapping my arms around the tall figure.

He sighs into the wisps of my hair, pulling me in tighter.

“Missed you today.” He murmurs, planting a kiss to my temple.

“God, I missed you too, dealing with asshole Ben is draining.”

“Oh, he’s so into you.” He pulls away from me, sitting on the mattress before pulling me into his lap.

“You’re so sure?” I raise an eyebrow.

“He’s me, I know how his cogs turn.” He moves a piece of my hair to fit behind my ear.

“Well, I think he needs to remove the pool cue from up his ass.” I brush his hair from its tidy style into a messy state.

“Wanna do it for him? Me? I don’t know how to address this.” He blinks in confusion before shrugging.

“I’d rather suck face with a windmill.”

“So much for loving me in every timeline.” He teases.

“Oh, come on! He puts the capital D in Douchebag, babe.” I press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Suppose you’re right.” He trails off and cups my face, pulling me back in to meet his lips in a proper fashion.

I melt into him, instantly, the soft cotton feeling of his lips soothing my own. I place my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself so I don’t fall off his lap.

He secures a hand on my waist whilst keeping his other glued to my cheek.

Our noses brush against each other as he moves with compassion, tasting of honey and orange, so uniquely him.

I let out a gleeful sigh into the kiss, as he prods his tongue, a silent request.

I open my lips wider, letting him in closer.

I slide my hands up to his hair, winding them around the soft streaks.

His tongue is still fumbling with mine, his thumb rubbing deep circles into my side.

I attempt to move my hands further down his hair but get caught on a couple of strands, creating a gentle tug against his locks.

A small moan of pleasure ricochets against my lips, I subconsciously smile into his own.

We disconnect, the fantasy to have an eternal kiss nags and pulls at my heart.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, breath hitting my chin.

“I should be saying that to you.” I move my hands down to find solace against the lapels of the leather that encased his torso.

“How am I dead but still have the opportunity to be with heaven?” He lingers a small kiss against me, his words winding around the cells of my body.

“You deserve everything you didn’t know you needed, love.” I move from my position into a straddling stance as he moves further into the plush underneath him, my skirt slides up a little.

Our lips connect once again, finding home in the comfort of each other. It’s more intense now, a sudden fervour to the moving of our mouths.

I hover, a hair fracture above his clothed dick, until his hands slide up my thighs and he presses them down so I’m fully on top him.

I resist the urge to move, a tease at heart.

He moves to squeeze the skin of my ass, propelling me to gently roll my hips against him.

He releases a breathy sigh, a smile pinching his cheeks as he pulls back from the kiss.

“Sit on my thigh?” It’s more of a question then a demand, something I adore about the man underneath me.

“If you insist.” I wink before kissing his nose, I move to set myself above his left thigh.

“Don’t resist yourself, I want you to enjoy every single moment we have together.” The intimacy and honesty of his statement soften my heart.

That is until he kisses me again, gripping the flesh of my ass, pulling me to grind down against him.

His wear and tear jeans do wonders against the thin cotton that constricts me.

“Shit, Ben.” I let his name fall freely from my lips, I let my hand slide up his other thigh, brushing over the fabric of his crotch.

“Fuck.” He cussed out as I knead my hand with a steady pace.

I start to grind down harder, faster, letting my clit roll against the denim.

I unzip his fly with one hand, opening the front of his pants. He’s painfully hard, already, sending a spark of lust below.

His hand tightens around my ass as I wrap my hand around him through his briefs, delivering steady tugs with what space I had.

He lets his thigh shake for me, increasing the pleasure of using him, short bounces as he spurs on my climax.

“Fuck, fuck, Ben.” I moan into his ear as I fall forward.

I can feel everything tightening, rocking my hips faster, I chase my upcoming high.

“C’mon.” His grumble turns into a moan as I give a particular hard tug.

“Almost there, love.” I nip at his earlobe, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

It all piles up, the pleasure, the love.

Until I’m cumming on his clothed thigh, grasping a hand at his shoulder, wet seeping through my panties and onto his jeans.

“Ben, baby-”

“Fuck.” His hot breath hits my neck, he whispers praises into the soft skin.

He gently removed my hand from him, rubbing shapes into my wrist.

“So good, baby.” He coos at me, lifting me from his defiled leg.

“I love you.” I let my mouth connect to the plush of his lips, he moans into them.

“I love you.” He whispers as I kiss a trail down his neck.

I let my fingers slide his jacket from his upper body, he pulls his hoodie and shirt afterwards, letting his bright read chest out for show.

He’s devoid of hair, smooth pecs and small trace of abs stare back at me.

I move to kneel on the floor.

“You don’t have to, my love.” He holds my chin between his finger and thumb.

“Oh, but I want to.” My desperation to wrap my mouth around him never ceases to shake him to his core.

“God, you’re perfect.” He moans out.

I smile at this, thinking the same about him.

After he’s no longer constricted from the refinery of the denim, I let a finger trace the underside of his cock.

He lightly grips the bedsheets resting under his palms, his head falling back as I wrap my mouth around his tip.

I let my right hand grasp the base, pulling steady strokes as I bob down on him. His mouth falls open, silent cusses air out.

I slide my other hand up his thigh, letting it cup his balls, massaging a gentle motion whilst still keeping my rhythm with my mouth.

“Shit.” His whine sends a jolt to my core, how is one man so blindingly hot?

I continue my pace, reveling in the whoreish sounds falling from his lips.

I remove my mouth from his cock, whilst keeping my hand tugging stable strokes.

I let my mouth wander down, my tongue pokes out as I lick a gentle stripe against one of his balls. Throwing caution to the wind I take them both into my mouth, awarding small sucks.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop, stop.” I immediately cease all action.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something, oh, I’m so-”

“Absolutely not-” he takes a couple of moments to catch his breath “-I just want to come inside you, baby.” Sweet boy.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” I move from my knees to kiss him, letting my tongue explore his mouth, the taste of him still lingering in our swapping spit.

His forehead is painted a sheet of sweat.

“You need a moment?” I whisper sweetly.

“How about you take off your little outfit whilst I watch?” His devious smile is a new look on him, he’s so eager to take a turn at dominance.

“Damn.” I moan out.

Standing up fully, I reach for the hem of my shirt, letting it slowly slide up until I drop it on the floor beside me.

“You’ve been walking around with no bra?” He’s wide eyed and his mouth is gaped.

“It’s the end of the world, think I’m allowed some comfort.” I grin, reaching for the zipper of my skirt.

“No wonder, clone Ben can’t take his eyes off you.” His head lulls back before setting his eyes on me again.

“I’m all yours.” I look him dead in the eyes as I roll my skirt down my hips, letting my underwear join the garment. I bend slightly before letting it drop, he take the rest of his jeans off.

“Such a pretty little princess.” His words are sweet but there’s a dirty side to them.

I walk back over to him but before I make it to the bed he stands, grabbing my waist. He flips me onto the bed, my tits bounce up as I connect to the mattress.

“Shit, you’re so perfect.” He lets his knees connect to the sheets, settling himself between my legs.

“You don’t have to, baby.” I state as he lowers his frame.

“Oh, but I want to.” He repeats my words from before, smirking as he nips his teeth at the skin of my thighs.

He press small kisses and bites to my thighs, before sucking a large red mark, bang in the middle. I tense up, he’s teasing me, that’s my tactic.

He lets his head up further, moving his tongue up the side of one of my folds before quickly swiping over my clit and down the other one, barely lingering on the set of nerves.

“Ben.” I plead, he’s enjoying his new found dominance too much to grant what I want.

I feel one of his fingers trace a line down my entrance, not pushing it in. He does this a few times until I’m whining in wait.

“Please.” I whisper. He smiles softly at me, giving in.

His tongue connects to my clit as he finally pushes a single finger inside me. I relax into the pillow.

His small kitten licks are enough for now as his middle finger is curling sweet thrusts upwards.

I let myself drown in the pleasure and presence of him, my only love. I’d give anything for a single one of his desires.

He himself grows tired of the slow pace, inserting two more digits into me, whilst increasing the speed of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” My head dents into the mattress, my hands fumbling to grip the paper white sheets before deciding to wrap around his hair.

His fingers are setting a hard curling pace, hard and rough. His mouth wraps around my clit, emitting small fast sucks, whilst also moving his tongue up and down.

“Shit, Ben.” I’m almost crying from the pleasure and I’m certainly light headed.

It’s building up, fast and sure.

I tighten my hands around his locks, his hips are grinding slow thrusts into the sheets.

This is so hot. He’s so good, too good. Fuck.

His pace doesn’t falter of fail and I clench around his fingers as I come for the second time tonight.

“Ben!” I cry out, broken moans follow. He slows down his speed, letting me ride out my high to the last second.

“Oh, fuck, you’re getting fucking phenomenal at that.”

“I have an amazing teacher.” He breaths out, chest heaving, his hips have stop grinding against the mattress.

“I almost feel bad for keeping you all to myself.” I lift his chin with my hands, bringing him to my eye level.

“You don’t mean that.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” I connect my mouth to his in a messy kiss, his lower face still soaked in my cum, the taste doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

I wrap my legs around his middle, letting the make out last longer.

He presses his body down further, letting his abs rub up against my sensitive clit, a whine exits.

“I want you to ride them some time.” He states as he moves to kiss down my neck.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Poor choice of words.

“At least we’d be invisible together.” He makes an off hand joke.

He finds a spot and starts creating a mark with his teeth, delivering gentle kicks to soothe the pain. He repeats this a few times until I’m littered in them.

“There’s no pain in the void, only pleasure.” He’s so devious.

“Guess we have that to look forward too.” I reference the situation of the burning and collapsing world around us, I feel so safe with him that I’m not afraid anymore.

“You still wanna keep going?” He asks, his eyes boring deep into mine.

“You did just hear yourself, right?“ He rolls his eyes at me before softly kissing me, I untangle my legs from around him.

He’s still hard, leaking with pre cum, his tip is so red it looks painful.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for neglecting you like this, baby.” I look at him with kind eyes.

“Worth it, I love watching you writhe beneath me.” Those words. I have never heard those words fall from those pretty lips, but oh, do I want to hear them again.

“Fuck me, now.” I slide my hands down his biceps.

He moans out.

“Well, I wasn’t going wait until later.” He wraps his veiny hands around himself, letting a slow tug of his own before lining up with my entrance.

He takes his time pushing in, letting me feel every single inch of him, exactly how we like it. I’m so eager for ruin but for him, I have all the patience in the world.

He finally bottoms out, pressing his head against mine as his forearms find the spaces between my head.

He kisses the corner of my mouth before pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in, a torture worthy slow move.

He picks up his speed with every push of his hips, until he’s found a steady rhythm. It’s slow and hard and passionate.

He slides his fingers down the valley of my tits, down my middle until his thumb meets my clit. Slow circles and changes of pressure make my head fuzzy and eyes close.

“Let me see those eyes, princess. Please?” He’s so gentle, even when defiling me.

I flutter then open to see his perfect face staring back at me.

His pace starts to quicken but not lighten, his thrusts are still rough and deliberate.

The speed of his thumb against my clit has also fastened. He hiked one of my legs up around his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot then before.

“Ben, oh, fuck.”

“Shit, baby.” He moans out, his head meeting my opposite shoulder.

“Flip me.” I moan.

He’s silent but does as so. turning me into my stomach and wasting no time entering me again.

I press my chest into the pillow, arching my back at the complete destination of my body.

He’s railing me with such devotion and sentiment I can’t stop the tumble of moans and whines coming out of me.

“Rougher.” I plead.

“What if I hurt you?” He grunts out, still remaining his good boy attitude.

“You won’t, destroy me, please?” I grip the pillow in front of me.

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” He laughs out before slamming hips hips into me, his hip bones creating friction against the back of my thighs.

He rains down a spank to my ass, gripping at the skin as an anchor.

He’s moaning with every delivered thrust.

His name is the only thing I see and think. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing fast and tight circles like his life depended on it.

Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben.

“Ben!” I moan out his name as my final orgasm hits me like a freight train, it’s soul wracking.

He lets out the loudest strangle moan I’ve heard him muster, spilling everything into me.

No need for contraception when you’re dead.

The unlocked door to the hotel room bursts open.

“Y/n, I heard you calling m-”

I whip my head around from it place on the pillow to see a face of horror, replacing the rushed tone of his previous statement. He’s completely shaken by the view of his clone balls deep in me.

Dickwad Ben.

“Fuck, you asshole! Get out!” I throw the pillow at him, he slams the door shut.

Ben pulls out of me.

I look towards him to see him silencing a laugh.

“Are you serious?” I stare him down but the more he’s laughing the easier it is to join in.

Soon we are in fits giggling on the sweat soaked sheets.

“Oh-ho, shit! He’s gonna go tell everyone! Fuck, I gotta go explain myself.” I shout out still in a gaggle of laughter.

“Take me with you, I gotta see how it plays out.” We hurry to dress ourselves, his cum still leaking out of me.

“Here.” He tosses me his jacket.

“You’re a doll.” I kiss him on the cheek.

“A spooooooky one.”

“Shut up, pretty boy, let’s go do some damage control.”

[tua-braindump]

Sometimes Klaus says stuff and he gets a snarky response from Ben. At times like these, he forgets his Ben is gone and turns, expecting to see a cheeky shit eating grin from his favourite brother, only to see a mean sneer from the doppelganger wearing his best friend's face.

Over time, Ben notices that everytime Klaus turns excitedly with a smile, only to have his face fall like someone murdered his puppy. He pretends not to have a heart but those sad looks slowly chip away at his armor. Eventually his responses go from biting and hurtful to teasing and Klaus start smiling. His smiles are still a little sad, because he misses his Ben but new Ben is slowly making his own little spot in Klaus' heart.

[autumn-hiraeth]

warnings: none!

sparrow!ben hargreeves x reader

A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake :). I really missed write about ben <3 even if he isn't our ben

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"hi, Benarino" you greeted your boyfriend using the nickname that his "brother" from another timeline had gave him.

the sparrow rolled his eyes, he had heard that nickname all day: his brothers hadn't stopped making fun of him.

"Get lost" he murmured low, far from hearing him you approached him, you knew your boy.

"ow, don't take it personally honey" you whispered caressing his face, leaning close to his lap, his lips inches from yours.

Your boyfriend sighed, now he was looking at you, you could see his broken lip: courtesy of Five.

"maybe you should use your powers and make them forget that stupid nickname" he suggested, you laughed at his proposal.

"I won't use my power with my brothers Ben, besides" you paused trying not to laugh "Klaus was right about something, that scar makes you look muy macho" Ben groaned annoyed at your teasing, your laugh echoed in his room, so to stop you he did the best he could to shut you up: Ben kissed you, you gasped in surprise, returning the kiss with more fervor; his hands wrapped around your hips bringing you as close to his body as possible.

"if you say another comment like that, I'll have to punish you, honey" your boyfriend whispered against your lips.

oh, you were really going to piss off your boy.

[palindrome-mystery]

I think Sparrow Ben is a coward and that's why he got demoted

In the first fight scene he went to fight Five, who to him just seemed like a teenager (didn't know he was a 58 year old at the time). Fight breaks out, and Ben goes after the kid first.

He then goes after Klaus who we know he has judged to be weak

When Marcus is gone Ben mostly orders the other Sparrow's to fight rather than getting involved himself (had Christopher disarm the Umbrella's in the hotel, and then sent Jayme and Alphonso forward)

In Oblivion, Sloane was doing the work of looking around while Ben just complained. And then when a guardian showed up, Ben was straight up hiding while Sloane and Five fought. He only stepped out and used the Horror when the two of them had been knocked down.

Umbrella Ben didn't like fighting, but he always did it for his siblings. Sparrow Ben seems to have used his power as leader to send his siblings into more dangerous situations rather than himself.

Whatever the Jennifer incident is, I suspect Umbrella Ben died trying to save her; and Sparrow Ben probably let her die to save himself (and that probably tied into his demotion to #2)

[ast3ryne]

this is officially my second request : prompt #128 or 16 with sparrow ben <33 thankss

Drunken Words

Pairing: sparrow!ben x umbrella!reader

Warnings: None really, just smut and drinking ig

Word Count: 761

Summary: Ben and Y/N get drunk and make some questionable decisions, then they decide to embrace it the morning after.

A/N: I wrote this on a 10+ hour flight because I got horny halfway through, so enjoy. Also reader has a vagina, gender neutral pronouns still.

Luther’s wedding was chaotic, and you expected no less of it. There were a great many highlights to the night if you were being honest, but the one that took the cake had to be Ben and Five’s drunken rambles. Or at least that’s what you would’ve said had it not been for Ben’s insistence on sticking by your side and coaxing you to drink with him, for some reason.

“I already told you I’m too much a lightweight to just drink whenever I feel like it.” You repeated as you chose one of the newly vacant hotel rooms, Ben directly behind you.

“That’s unfortunate, but more for meee.” He tried to take another swig but you snatched the bottle out of his hand, groaning.

“You’ve clearly had far too much, come here,” You didn’t wait for his response as you pushed him into one of the two beds in the room. Much to your dismay, and his pleasure, he grabbed your arm and pulled you so that you were on top of him, knees split by his leg in between them.

Ben seemed all too amused by this, tilting his head with a sly grin as he stared at your face, examining it in a way that almost made you uncomfortable.

Finally, he spoke. “You’re pretty.”

You blinked, mouth opening to respond and closing again several times. That was until you realized his fingers were creeping to your hand that held the bottle, and you rolled your eyes.

“And, you’re drunk.”

You sat up, holding the bottle up to your head and downing it’s remains before tossing it to the side. “There, there’s nothing for you to get, now sleep.”

“Can you sleep with me?” He asked, an unfamiliar tone slipping into his voice. He even threw the blankets aside and made room for you by the window. Just as you were about to say no he gave you that look again, the same look he gave you before, and suddenly sleeping with him didn’t seem too bad.

So you slipped into the bed, pulling the blankets up and facing him, so you don’t have to face the fact the world is imploding right outside that window.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You don’t remember what happened after that, but waking up now you prayed to whatever deity that was listening it wasn’t anything bad. Because it sure as hell felt like it was something bad when you woke up to Ben’s bare chest against you, his arms circled fully around your hips and holding them in place, and perhaps the most alarming, neither of you were wearing pants.

“You fainted straight into my arms,” His voice was groggy and vibrated in the most annoying delightful way, “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

That didn’t sound right. But when you tried to remember what actually happened his fingers squeezed into your hips, slowly trailing down to your thigh and pulling your leg on top of his own hip.

Or maybe not. What did you do last night. “Would you mind…recounting for me?”

He chuckled, and it resounded right through your body.

“I don’t actually know, but one can only guess from these.” He pulled the blanket off, and looking closer you realized just how many hickeys were littered on his chest, his neck, not to mention the scratches.

You blinked, hard. Dear god did you fuck him? You wouldn’t be surprised, he was hot. But Jesus Christ. You’re never drinking again, if not for the fact that the world was ending soon then for the fact that you’d prefer to remember it if you slept with Ben again.

Though now that if was looking like when with the way you felt him harden between your legs, finger tracing circles on your thigh and lookin at you so…

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you’d practically latched onto each other. Mouths moving against each other desperately. His hips grinding upwards as he pressed himself into the wetness that pooled in your underwear. You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, the noise shocking your nearly as much as it did him.

Ben rolled the two of you over, shifting you onto his lap and keeping his hands planted on your hips as you kept grinding, his boxers growing damper with every movement.

“Fucking tease.”

“I dunno, you seem to enjoy it.” You retorted, staring down at him.

“Not as much as you’re going to.”

[ohmyitsfaith]

The sunshine and the grump

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Hi!! I hope you're having a great day or night!,can I request a Ben hargreeves x Fem reader who's very loving and sensitive ,like she's silent and introverted with strangers but very extroverted with her loved ones and always supportive and very caring?,bonus points if she has chonky cat who's lazy and loves Ben! That's all!💓💓” -Requested by @weepingprincepeace​

Warnings: Sparrow!Ben being sparrow Ben? oh, also swearing

Word count: 2k

A/n: Thank you for the request, sorry it took so long!

The first time you met Ben Hargreeves was at a store robbery. You were an unfortunate customer at the cash register when the two masked robbers came in and not only demanded to get cash from the register, but forced you and the cashier to the floor. One was holding you and the cashier back, threatening you with his gun while the other got all the cash out of the register and from your purse.

Thankfully Ben walked in right as they went to hit the two of you in the head and two tentacles got the job done, without him breaking a sweat.

“Are you okay?” Ben helped you and the cashier up, the two tentacles still holding the now unconscious robbers.

“I’m gonna call the cops” the cashier walked away on shaky legs.

You on the other hand were too scared to say anything and too shaky to walk. So instead you just nodded. Ben’s hands stayed on your waist to keep you upright, for which you were simultaneously grateful and made you blush like a schoolgirl.

“Are you hurt?” Ben asked again, wanting to make sure that you were alright.

“No” you whispered, your anxiety keeping your voice under wraps.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m… I”m Y/n” you managed to get out.

“Alright, Y/n. We’re gonna wait for the cops and then I’ll take you home, alright?”

“No” you panicked. “No, don’t.”

“Y/n, you can barely walk from the shock, I’m not gonna let you walk home.”

Ben wasn’t sure why he insisted. Or why he actually cared. He didn’t know you, he had no actual emotional attachment to you. So why? What made him care? What was so special about you?

He didn’t know. And he wouldn’t know until the next time you accidentally met.

He was at a bar with Chris and a couple of girls, just drinking and having fun. After taking you home approximately two weeks ago, he did not expect to see you again. Yet you were constantly on his mind. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way you would tuck your hair behind your ears. Or maybe just that you were shy and sweet. He didn’t know you that well yet, but he could tell.

So when he noticed you coming into the bar, he was shocked but happy to see you. Not like he would ever admit that… to anyone but especially you.

But he couldn’t help going over to the bar and greeting you.

“Hey” he said simply, making you turn around.

“Hey” you looked down at your hands, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Good to see you’re okay.”

You just nodded, feeling too anxious to keep up a conversation. Truth is, it wasn’t only Ben, who was thinking about you a lot. You did as well. For some reason, the notoriously always grumpy Ben Hargreeves was nothing but kind to you and you felt compelled to understand why. Even if that was made harder by your anxiety.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, swearing to himself that this was the last time he would try to talk to you if he couldn’t get an answer out of you.

“I…” you started, mustering up all your courage, “just a coke, thanks.”

“A coke? You came to drink soda at a bar?” he asked, but ordered it for you anyway.

“Well…” you exhaled. “I usually… um… come here to just… to just be somewhere. I don’t like to drink.”

“You do you” he shrugged and handed you your coke. “Well, see you around.”

“Wait” you grabbed his wrist in a sudden burst of confidence. “You… uh… you could stay” you told him. “If you want.”

Ben’s heart fluttered in a weird way he didn’t understand. He looked at where Chris was, but quickly made a decision and sat down next to you.

That night he got to know you a little bit and even convinced you to give him your number. So it was a total success for him. And it was a total success for you too because in a long time he was the first person you could really talk to without being a stuttering, blushing mess.

Your friendship blossomed in a matter of months. Ben started being less bitchy around you and started smiling when he was with you. He learned that you were actually a chatterbox if someone really got to know you. Whenever he had a bad day, you made sure he felt better in no time. You were always excited to hear about his day or week depending on the times he managed to call. You even loved hearing about his siblings even if the thought of meeting them made you incredibly anxious. You also always supported him whenever he needed it. You never said to him to fix it himself or anything.

So was it a surprise that he fell for you? Not really. At first, it was to him, but then he thought it through and he had to admit that it really wasn’t a shock. So, after a while, he gathered all the courage he had and asked you out. And oh boy, was he happy when you accepted!

That’s when he started hanging out at your apartment. He loved being there, especially after getting to know your lazy cat C/n (cat name). He loved the cat and he loved when he would greet him with small licks. After a while, it was obvious to him that the cat loved him just as much as he loved him.

Around the second month of your relationship, Ben took you to meet his family. Of course, you were scared about meeting them, but with Ben by your side, you felt at least a little bit at ease.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna love you” he promised, looking you in the eye as you stood before the gates.

“Okay” you breathed out, trying to calm your heart. “It’s just-”

“I know” his hand cupped your cheek. “But you have nothing to be scared of. I’m here and I’ll be here through this.”

“Thank you” you held his hand on your cheek.

Ben smiled at you and pressed a gentle and loving kiss to your lips.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded and Ben opened the front door to let you into the Sparrow Academy.

The house was huge, you saw that from only the entrance. You knew that despite everything, Ben and his family lived in great conditions. And if the entrance amazed you, then you didn’t have words for the living area. It was honestly bigger than your apartment.

Ben’s arm was around your waist as you marveled at your surroundings. And it tightened the moment he noticed his siblings looking down at the pair of you from the balcony.

“Nice of you to show up” Fei said sarcastically, which made you look up and practically shrink back into Ben at the sudden attention.

“I was busy” Ben replied.

“I can imagine” Fei was unamused.

“Who’s the pretty lady?” Jayme chimed in.

“She's my girlfriend, dipshit.”

“Jayme, play nice. She’s clearly frightened” Marcus tried to calm his siblings. “Hello. We’re Ben’s siblings. I’m Marcus, the leader. These are Fei, Jayme, Alphonso, and Chris. Sloane hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Hi” you waved shyly. ”I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you” Marcus nodded.

“Yeah, you as well.”

That’s when Grace decided to come in.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting company. I’ll make cookies!” she turned around immediately, a bright smile on her face.

“That’s Grace. She’s a robot. She cleans and cooks” Ben provided and you nodded.

That afternoon, you got to know Ben’s siblings. At first, you were shy and quiet, but as you grew more comfortable, you started talking more carefree. It was especially nice when along with the cookies, arrived Sloane, who was the nicest person ever.

“Oh, you must be Ben’s girlfriend! I’m Sloane” she greeted you with an enthusiastic hug.

“I’m Y/n” you said after she let you go.

“Sloane” Ben warned.

“Oh, don’t worry! Y/n and I will be great friends” she smiled so big, you were surprised how it didn’t hurt her.

And true to her words, you and Sloane became not only great friends but best friends. She was a bowl of sunshine and it really helped you to ease into this new situation quicker. She was always so supportive and kind, it was really refreshing.

It was a surprise to no one when on your first anniversary, Ben took you out for a nice dinner. You suspected what was gonna happen, but you let it all play out, not wanting to interfere with his plans. You didn’t take Ben as an anxious person and generally speaking, he really wasn’t. But this was a big step for you both.

“Take my hand” Ben requested.

“Why?” you asked, but lifted your hand to place it in his.

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” he blurted out, his nerves getting the better of him.

“Alright” you chuckled and squeezed his hand.

“Y/n, I know that I’m not the type of person to actively show my love. I’m not normal either. My life and family is a fuck up, a real challenge. But I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because you make me a better person. So Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating in your ear and you really fucking hoped that this was not a dream. That Ben Hargreeves was really on one knee in front of you, asking you to marry him.

“Yes” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Yes? You really will?”

“Of course” you nodded, feeling tears running down your cheek.

Ben jumped up and pulled you in for a hug. A hug so tight it made your heart hurt with realization. This meant so much to Ben. It finally convinced him that there is someone who really loves him and cares about him.

“Thank you” you felt weird thanking him, but honestly, you were thankful.

“What for?” he pulled away slightly.

“For loving me and sticking by my side, even though it was hard at first.”

“I should thank you then. I was an asshole.”

“No” you shook your head. “From day one, you have been so kind to me. I love you.”

“I love you too” he pressed a kiss to your lips, which you reciprocated easily.

And that was something the two of you incorporated into your vows a few months later. With Fei and Sloane as your bridesmaids (Jayme refused to wear a dress, but said that she was honored) and Chris as Ben’s best man (you learned to understand him even though it was challenging at times), you got married to Ben Hargreeves.

And that meant that you and C/n moved into the Sparrow Academy. Your life changed for the better and you had Ben to thank for that. His family became yours and you knew that they’d always be there for you, just as you’d always be there for them.

Honestly, life was great. You had everything you could ever wish for. You had an amazing husband, his family, and your cat. It was usually calm at the mansion and even when it wasn’t, it didn’t cause you any problems. So everything was great. Nothing could bring your mood down, right?

The alarm blasted through the space, summoning the sparrows. They were all dressed in their uniforms, standing on the balcony as you stood beside Ben.

“Dad, who are these assholes?”

Well, maybe your life won’t be so calm now.

[Masterlist]

[boofckenhoobitch]

In Another Life - Sparrow! Ben x Reader

A/N: I haven't wrote fanfics/oneshots in so long lmao but I am way too attracted to Sparrow Ben so i have to. Though please forgive me if the style is weird since I used to write on Wattpad a lot so Tumblr format is still something I’m trying to learn lol so bare with me pls and ty and hope you like my writing!

P.S : Let me know if you want a part 2 for the morning after because I thought about it but I don’t seem to have any ideas on how to turn ideas into words lol

Pairing : Sparrow! Ben x Reader (female pronouns)

Word Count : 2500+ (I’m too lazy to separate it into 3 parts so I apologize)

Warning: nothing special, a make out scene, mentions of death

Y/N has the ability of intangibility, it allows her to phase through physical matter. With Y/N’s ability, she was the only one able to survive the first apocalypse. 15 year old Five found her and they spent other 30 years together before Y/N died due to sickness; meaning that Five had lived a whole life with Y/N, only to go back in time and face the Y/N who lived in the present, a week before the apocalypse strike. Five would sometimes tell her stories of them together in the apocalypse and Y/N would just be a good listener and listen along.

You never asked for much in life.

Growing up, you learned not to ask for much given the background of your family. The most that you asked for was for your siblings to stay together as a family, and to have the chance to grow old with the love of your life, Ben.

It’s funny how you didn’t get neither.

With the disappearance of your second favourite sibling, Five then the death of your boyfriend, your family just stopped giving a shit. Missions stopped mattering, people grew more distant and it was everyone for themselves. Your siblings left the house one by one, and eventually you did as well.

There were times where you would try to meet up with your siblings after your departure, doing your best to still connect with them.

Especially Klaus when he was out of rehab, you always tried to meet up with him. You would always ask him if Ben’s with us, asking him questions about Ben and trying to see if Ben said anything back, but Klaus’ answers were always a slurry of nos, along with side comments about anything unrelated.

Eventually you realized that Klaus only really agreed to meet up with you because he needed money from you for more drugs and alcohol, and you stopped trying with your hopeless brother.

Without your brother’s ‘help’ to pass on words from the dead, you eventually gave up. Perhaps that was better for the both of you, as you two were never meant to be.

-

Life is a cruel mistress as one would say.

After saving the world twice, you really thought that for once in your life, you would be rewarded for the good deeds you had done. Instead, you had to hear your sister tell you that Ben had finally passed on, and that he would love you for the rest of his eternity.

It was heartbreaking that those were his last words to you.

And yet here he is, standing in front of you alive and breathing.

God, if you weren’t in shock, you would’ve socked this man in the jaw for toying with your emotions like that.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?” Ben asked Reginald. His eyes scanned the group of the Umbrella siblings before his eyes stopped at you, who was standing at the back of the group, already staring at him with a shocked expression.

“ Y/N?”

His voice brought back a sense of nostalgia, like how your Ben used to whisper your name when you cuddled in his bed, or how your Ben would call out your name with a sense of playful annoyance when you teased him; but he’s not here anymore and this is not your Ben, shown by the roughness of his voice.

His other siblings all stared at you from the second floor railing in shock, surprised that you're alive and siding with the enemy.

Ben froze up, and Marcus stepped in as Number One to take control of the situation. After Klaus’ sad attempt to hug Ben along with the many insults and taunts being thrown to each other, a fight broke out between the two groups (and sadly it wasn't a dance battle).

After fighting some of the Sparrow siblings, somehow you ended up in front of Ben. You both stared at each other in a stand off, you could see the conflicted emotions that swarmed behind his eyes. Hell, maybe he could see yours as well.

Both of you felt reluctant to fight one another yet with a sense of suppressed anger, both of your burning stares slowly toughened. You both stood in front of each other, strangers to one another.

You were the first to swing at him, breaking the tension between you both. Your fist collided with his cheek, his upper body turned to the side with the force. Clutching his slowly bruising cheek, he looked back at you hurt or maybe betrayed? You didn’t care as your own mind was clouded with anger. There was a small pause in both of your movements before his eyes hardening, and he lunged at you.

A tentacle sprung out of his chest, wrapping itself around your wrist. Though it was weird, you missed the weird slimy yet smooth texture of his tentacles. You phased your hand through the tentacle sending a chill down Ben’s spine, as he felt the coldness of your ghostly wrist pass through him. You both fought fiercely, attacking and dodging.

Perhaps the held back emotions you both had finally found a healthy release.

You retreated after seeing your siblings’ defeat, with Marcus’ threat and Ben’s lingering stare on you.

You wished to never see him again.

You hoped that you would never have reopen that closed wound again.

———

The second time you met him was when you went out for a jog with your dumb yet lovable brother, Luther.

Your brother, lost in his own world next to you as you both jogged with the same pace.

Slowly, you felt a presence around you, or above you? Your head snapped up, spotting a few ravens flying as they landed on lamp post and park benches around you, they all stared and observed you. Sensing the danger around you, you tugged on your brother’s shirt as you picked up your pace from a jog to a sprint. The ravens swooped and flew towards you two, they cawed loudly as Luther let out a yelp and turned around, running away from you as the birds chased after him.

Seeing the birds and Christopher, the floating box followed your brother, your sprint slowed as you stared at your brother’s retreating form, trying to catch your breath.

Then suddenly, a sharp pain at the back of your head and darkness.

Ben reached out to grab you before your body hit the floor. His glance softened at your unconscious figure and lifted your body in his arms. His siblings, Fei and Sloane watched him with unspoken pity, knowing how much you their Y/N meant to him before her death.

“ Make sure to catch that big oaf.” He ordered as he turned around, making his way back to the Sparrow Academy with you passed out in his arms.

-

You blinked away the blurriness as you sat up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were filled with photos and as you slowly walked towards them to observe them, you can see that they are mostly of you and Ben.

The you in the photos looked different, a lot kinder and more gentle, she smiled a lot bright and so did Ben. Photos of you two on a picnic, napping together, sneaked photos of one another, or photos where either of you were trying to cover your faces with a smile. It’s weird seeing yourself living another life you have no memories of.

Your eyes stopped on one last photo. The photo was slightly covered and hidden under the other brighter photos, a photo of you standing in front of the sunset on a grassy field. Your features were hidden due to the brightness of the sun behind you, but you can see that you were laughing. Your silhouette looked so happy, reaching a hand out towards the photographer.

“ That was the last photo I took of her.” You looked back to see Ben leaning against the doorframe. Your eyes returned to the photo before covering the photo up like how you found it.

The silence was deafening.

“ How… How did she die?” You finally decided to ask, breaking the silence. Ben stayed quiet as the longing look eyes left and the cold look returned. His posture straightened out and his voice toughened as his head turned to look at you.

“ Come downstairs, my family wants to talk to you and your brother.”

Then he left.

———

Honestly after Ben let you and Luther go in exchange for Marcus, you really really thought you wouldn’t see them again. After all, the deal seemed simple enough and you have no need of seeing them again.

But life never gives you what you want.

So here you are, at Sloane and Luther’s wedding as the world outside slowly get sucked into a black hole. The happy couple danced with each other, as everyone either joined them on the dance floor or sat around the venue, eating and drinking away.

You were on your sixth cocktail, sipping away with a tired drunken look in your eyes. You looked around at everyone having a good time as your eyes landed on Ben who was sitting alone by himself, hunched over the table in front of a bunch of… shrimp?

Curiosity got the best of you so you made your way over in your maroon dress. As you sat down next to him, his head slowly lifted up from his arms, and let out a loud burp.

“ How… Charming.” You said as you looked at the man who once always had his guard up.

“ Ten people. Ten people left and they didn’t invite me to their stupid bachelor party.” Ben said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“ Well you didn’t make yourself a very welcoming person, so I get it.” You reply, letting out a laugh into your drink as you went for another gulp. A hand latched on to your wrist as you turned your head to look at an upset Ben.

“ Why don’t they like me?”

“ Because you’re an asshole, and you’ve been nothing but rude to them, so why would they like you?” You laughed as your finished your drink, his hand slipping from the motion of your hand.

“ Why don’t you like me?” That’s when your laughter died down and you stared at Ben, who was already looking at you. You let out a sigh, looking back into your now empty cup.

“ I don’t hate you, if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate. You just…”

“ Remind you too much of him?” You never told Ben about your relationship with the other Ben, but it was rather obvious how you two were together in your timeline while he was with you in his timeline. You simply smiled bittersweetly at Ben.

“ Sometimes, but in different way.”

“ How so?”

“ Ben was always so annoying. A nerd and a party pooper. He’s like a tiny gray cloud on a sunny day.” You laughed at yourself, knowing if he was still here he would’ve pushed you jokingly for those comments.

“ Those are all bad things…” Ben replied, confused at your choice of words.

“ Yeah… and he was the best thing that ever happened to me.” You smiled, recalling all the old memories of you and him.

“ How… how did he die?” Ben finally asked after a short moment of silence.

“ I wasn’t there when it happened, which was the worse part of it all. I was sent away on a different mission, and when I came back? No one would look me in the eyes and tell me what happened. I had to force it out of Diego who told me vaguely what happened. None of them were willing to go in detail anyways, just called it the Jennifer incident.”

“ My Y/N… she died alone on a solo mission. Till this day, we still couldn’t find her body. I prayed that she was alive and was simply in hiding due to the circumstances of her mission, but that faith lead to nothing and I eventually had to face the facts. She’s gone.” Ben looked ahead, his eyes glossed over as he recalled the memories of himself crying over you, never returning to him again.

“ How was she like?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“ She was kind. Always so kind even if this kindness required her to sacrifice herself. She was stupid but she always looked for the best in people. After all, she saw the best in me.” Ben smiled to himself and you smiled with him.

“ Both of our better halves died and now we’re just left here, isn’t that just so sad.” You laughed as you went to go pour yourself another drink, perhaps to have fun, perhaps to drink your sorrows away, who knows?

The party continued in the back as you two who were sitting at the bar poured your hearts out to each other, drinking more drinks. The topic slowly changed through the night as you two went from talking about your dead ex lovers to your interests and funny stories of your life.

“ No stop, you did not fucking do that to her.” You laughed as you took another sip of your drink.

“ I did! I also blamed it on Alphonso so him and Jayme both got chores for a whole week as their punishment.” Ben laughed along with you as you propped your elbow on the table, holding your head up as you looked at him with half lidded eyes and a small smile on your face. The alcohol in your system slowly introduced a hint of sleepiness as you blinked slowly at the man. You let out a yawn.

“ Okay, I’m gonna head to bed.” You said as you stood up and stretched.

“ Tired already?” Ben asked, looking back at you with a tired smile.

“ Why? You gonna miss me?”

“ Maybe a little.” He smirked as you laughed. You reached out your hand to lightly pat his cheek as you slowly leaned forward, closer to his face. With a few inches left between you two, your eyes scanned his face as his eyes did the same with yours.

“ Goodnight Ben.” You whispered and kissed him on the cheek. You turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open in front of you. After stepping in and choosing your floor, you leaned against the wall of the elevator, your eyes closed as you tried your best to stay awake. Suddenly, a hand stopped the doors right before they closed, making a noise that surprised you and your eyes to snap open. And there stood Ben, outside the elevator panting as he stared at you, his eyes so intense as a surge of energy suddenly filled your body and you stood up straighter, staring back at the man.

He headed straight to you at the back of the elevator, his hands found their way to your face as his mouth found its way to yours. Your mouths moved together in a unison while one of your arms hooked around the back of his neck, and your other hand reached up to grip his hair, lightly tugging his roots. He let out a groan as your bodies pressed closed to one another, grinding against each other.

The elevator dinged once again, your mouths separated from one another, slightly panting as you staring at each other with lustful eyes.

“ We take this back to my room?” You asked. You tilted your head and leaned into his hand, his fingers brushing your cheek while you played with his hair.

“ Sure.”

And you all know what happened next.

[may0tuna]

You gripped Ben's shoulders, nails digging into his skin, as you allow youself to adjust once more.

"Can you take one more?" Ben asked breathily, humming as you take in one more.

"Please," you let out a weak plea. A plea for Ben to stop or maybe to keep going, who knows?

All you know was that the night started with you asking Ben how many tentacles can he produce.

[swftlore]

umbrella!ben hargreeves was at his peak in s2 actually he was the sassiest he’d ever been like in the first episode when klaus tries to summon him to fight and ben just goes “nah im good” PLS ????

matter of fact i think everyone was at their best in s2

when luther learns about the apocalypse and goes “i don’t give a shit” WAIT AND WHEN HE THROWS FIVE OFF THE STAIRS bro was stressed the whole season

[siriusly-rem]

Sparrow Ben is a complete dickhead BUT LUTHER BEING LIKE “not everyone’s invited” (to his bachelor party) AND BEN STOPPING AS HE WALKED BY BECAUSE HE HEARD AND HE KNEW IT WAS ABOUT HIM

AND THEN SEEING BEN LEANING AGAINST THE RAILING LOOKING A LIL UPSET AS HE HEARD THE FUN THE UMBRELLAS WERE HAVING DOWNSTAIRS

HE JUST WANTED TO BE INCLUDED PLS

Someone else better get married AND INVITE HIM TO THE BACHELOR PARTY

[fandoomrants]

No but, what were Ben's first words when the Umbrellas showed up in the Sparrow Academy?

"Who are these assholes?"

So, then we go to the wedding episode, him letting his guard down and finally allowing himself to enjoy the evening and his time with Klaus them. And then what happens? He wakes up with the word ASSHOLE written on his back the next morning.

BUT

What if this was just their way of saying "Welcome to the family?"

[sibsteria]

Damage Control [Part Two to Devotion]

Warnings: Violence, smut references, use of word Spen (Sparrow-Ben), my undying love for Lila

Summary: How will the remaining population of Hotel Obsidian react to the news?

Reader is Klaus’ sister

Read Devotion here

I love feedback! So feel free to give some :) I’m also thinking about adding a part three, the wedding. But if this works better as a two parter it’s forgotten.

It was a race against time, how fast even is this elevator? Is everyone still in the lobby? Maybe we’ll get lucky.

Ben stands, back to the wall and arms crossed.

“He seemed terrified.” He shrugs.

“Seemed? Put yourself in his position.” I shake my head with a short laugh.

“I’d much prefer the one I was in, thanks.”

“Deviant.”

“You love me.” He smirks, a softness in his eyes.

“It’s my fatal flaw.”

“Shush.” The elevator dings after what felt like forever.

I run out the room, in hopes that his first thought would be to seek out the lobby loiterers.

“Ben Asshole Hargreeves! Where are you?!” I shout, passing columns and empty seats.

I hear a muffled kerfuffle a couple of turns away, I beeline for the noise in haste, other Ben on my heels.

“Stay here.” I whisper to him, nodding to a large pillar, he salutes me.

“What are you telling us?” Viktor’s calm yet confused voice is the first clear dialect I hear.

“I’m telling you that I am traumatised! You idiots!” He’s seething, spit exiting his mouth.

“You better have not opened your full of shit mouth.” I grumble, storming over to the copy.

“I don’t know what you mean? Other than the fact I saw my doppelgänger with his dick inside of you!” He screams in my face, suddenly I’m surrounded by gasps and low murmurs.

“What?!” Diego’s voice echos, bouncing off each wall, Lila grabs his hand.

“Oh, come on! You really believe him? He’s a dickwad!” I preface with my hands wild in motion, fingers crossed for my acting skills.

“Actually, yeah, why should we believe you? I mean, Klaus hasn’t even seen him since we got here and we don’t even know if Y/n can see him too?”

“Wait, that’s his jacke-” Damn it, Klaus.

My plan almost worked, until a clatter sounds from the pillow to my left. I forgot about the leather currently draping over my shoulders was something Klaus would recognise.

“Shit!” I heard Ben’s whisper-yell.

“Ben?”

“Ben!”

“Is that you, Benerino?”

He comes out with his hands help up.

There isn’t much time for anyone to react before the Sparrow copy is protruding his tentacles, grabbing my boyfriend by the neck.

He does the same, now they’re both choking themselves to death.

“Both of you, stop!” I throw my hands up, letting my power turn my Ben into mist. I run placing myself in front of him, before letting him return to his state.

“Thanks, babe.”

“Anytime.” I breath out.

“Wait, babe?” Allison scoffs.

“Is there…something I don’t know?“ Klaus narrows his eyes at me in a sarcastic manner.

“How long has this been going on?” Diego snaps.

Five is still silent, nursing a glass of what I can only assume is not good for his little body.

“Since he helped me after I cut my finger on that broken plate. The one with the flowers one, I wouldn’t stop crying, I stole ice cream for a week afterwards to make myself feel better.” I mumble.

“That was when we were fourteen!” Diego is wide eyed.

“So…it’s been going on for this long?” Luther finally speaks up.

“I mean, can you blame me? Ben is everything I’ve ever known. He was my anchor of sorts.” I shrugged, thinking back to the times he had helped me out of my nightmares and fits. I look towards the copy, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I thought I was your anchor!” Klaus whines.

“You have to be, we were pushed out from the same womb!” I reason, Ben’s hand finds a place on my shoulder.

“Is this why you haven’t ever been out on a date? You’ve never had a boyfriend? Never even had a crush-” I cut Allison off.

“I’ve done all of those, just…with Ben.” A smile paints my face, I lean into his chest. I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.

“I wonder what ghost sex is like.” Lila chimes in, receiving a smack to the arm from her…boyfriend? I giggle, I will absolutely have to describe it to her later.

“So…you, dear sister, have been screwing my best friend behind my back fooooor…fifteen years give or take?” Klaus stands from his place on a chair, sauntering over to me. My heart plummets.

“I-I’m sorry, Klaus, I-”

“I mean…how dare you!” Now I realise, he’s not mad at all, he’s using his fake-mad tone. The one I’ve had to deal with all my life.

I roll my eyes, flipping him off.

“I mean I thought you were a virgin! A complete opposite to me, oh, but now I see it all. You, saucy minx, you!” He gives me a little hand flick motion.

Luther and Sloane are too busy staring into each other eyes.

“We all did.” Allison shrugs.

“I mean, I gotta know all the details now. Oooh! Did he use his tenties? Golly darn, ghost sex? Why didn’t I think of that?” He huffs out.

“Never say tenties again.” Ben finally speaks from behind me.

“Yeah, please.” The quiet Sparrow adds, breaking his silence.

“So whadd’you think of all this fake Ben?” Klaus wiggles his shoulders at him.

“I’m not- I’m not fake Ben. I’m still me. This is…weird. Kind of, violating actually.” He knocks back a glass of whatever he had poured from behind the bar.

“Oh, you bet it’s violating! Think of all the blowjizzles he got and you didn’t-”

“Why would I want them in the first place?” He squints his eyes, scoffing at my brother.

“I mean, not in an incesty way, but we are two hot twins!” Klaus tries to reason, throwing out his arms either side of him.

“Ugh.” My secondhand embarrassment hits me, I rub my forehead.

“You’re very cocky, you know that?” The Sparrow spits out.

“Well, right back at you, sweetheart!” Klaus drums his fingers against the bar.

“This is insane.” Allison states, shaking her head as she throws up her hands, walking towards the elevator.

“Don’t go, Alliso-” Viktor gets up, trailing after her.

“I don’t wanna hear another word from you.”

They both disappear around the corner.

“This family is doomed.” Five quips, taking another sip.

“Why have you been so quiet? Mr Mysterious?” Luther raises an eyebrow at my older-younger sibling.

“I though we all knew this? It’s deathly obvious. Y/n, darling, no offence but you are in no way discrete.” He places a faux hand over his heart.

“None taken, bestie.” I feel Ben’s arms wrap around my middle.

“Don’t call me bestie.”

“But you’re my bestie! Oh, c’mon, Five!” I pout at him and he rolls his eyes in return, I know I’m his favourite.

“Can you take your hands off her? All this is making my head spin.” Spen pinches his nose.

“Why would I do that? Maybe you should lay off the liquor.” My Ben challenges him.

“It’s fucking weird!”

“What’s weird about a dead guy holding his girl in front of his douche-twin?” I hear the sarcasm roll off his tongue, he just can’t help himself.

“Are you hearing yourself right now?”

He unwraps just arms and walks toward the bar, I hear footsteps walk over to me, Lila.

They start laying insults at each other, morphing into Korean. I blink my eyes, a little stunned at the-

“Am i the only one that finds this incredibly sexy yet freakish?” There Lila goes again, finding her way to tap into my brain.

“Absolutely not.” I whisper, she rests her head on my shoulder. Since the apocalypse started, we had become quite close. Our teasing relationships with Five had kicked it into motion, we just bonded.

“I’m still weirded out by you two, it’s like your made for each other or somethin’.” Diego grumbles, looking at Lila and I.

“You should be over the moon that I get along with your sister!” She gasps.

“Whatever.” Poor, moody, Diego.

“Okay that’s enough, you both have too much personality to get along.” I stop the quarrelling and grab my boyfriends forearm, pulling him to come sit with me and Diego. Lila follows, seating herself on his lap.

“Oh, I love foursomes!” Klaus gushes, a joke directed at us couch couples.

Lila raises her eyebrows at me, I tilt my head back as a joke.

“Hey!” Diego warns, securing his arms around her.

“What?” She acts innocent.

“Stop trying to come on to my sister!” He whines.

“Bet she’d love it, wouldn’t you kitten?” She winks at me, a totally joke but if I didn’t have Ben I wouldn’t be opposed.

“Reading my mind, sweetie.” I give her some finger guns. Ben shakes his head next to me, used to my humour, he wraps an around around my shoulders.

“Seriously though, has he used his tenties?” Klaus giggles.

“Stop.” Ben.

“Klaus!” Me.

“Ew.” Spen.

“Nice image.” Luther.

“C’mon, man!” Diego.

“Tell me later.” Lila.

“Jeez.” Sloane.

“…” Five.

———————————————————————

Bonus!

“Hey, can I talk to you? For a second?” A soft spoken question.

I turn around to see the man who had grabbed my wrist, I look back at my dysfunctional family heading towards the elevator.

“If you must.” I sigh out, removing myself from his touch, pulling Ben’s jacket tighter around me as I crossed my arms.

“I’m sorry about- trying to choke out your boyfriend-” a slight pause in his speech, “but you need to understand how freaky this shit is.” He looks down at his shoes.

“I understand. How do you think I felt the first time I saw him? He was dead. I thought he was gone forever, then I thought I was losing my damn mind.” I think this is the most honest I had been with the man stood before me.

“I can’t imagine. So- how does this whole thing work?”

“What thing?” I furrow my eyebrows.

“You know, you being with him and me having to…deal with it.”

“You were never apart of the equation in the first place? You just happened to be alive here, so yeah, you are just going to have to deal with it. Ignore it-”

“I can’t ignore it!” He groans out.

“Oh, please, enlighten me.” I roll my eyes.

“Because you’re wasting you’re life on a ghost! He’s dead, he’s not coming back! You’re alive, you can-”

“I can what? Die in less than twenty hour hours and join him? You’re failing to see how this apocalypse thing works-”

“What if we can stop it?” He’s frantic with his hands.

“What if we can’t?”

“We just have to try-”

“I don’t need to waste my time, I want to be with my family before I go. I can always come back but…they can’t. This is their last chance to live. Ben and I will always be. And if you can’t turn a blind eye-”

“You could have been with me.” His voice is low, almost a whisper, but not quiet enough for me to miss it.

“And why would I want that?”

“I’m alive. I can be there for you-”

“Ben has been there for me! For my whole life! Dead or alive, he’s never failed me. You failed all of us, you sit in the corner and mope around. You’re a coward, but you want the top spot.”

He takes a moment to listen to my words.

“What’s so great about him? What’s so amazing? Why can’t I be Ben? Why am I fake fucking Ben?” His shell had started to crack since we started but now, the coating is sliding right off him.

“He’s honest, he’ll never be afraid to use his voice. He’s caring, almost too caring, not afraid to slap my brother around if he doesn’t get his shit together. He’s my brother’s nightmare yet his safety blanket, he wouldn’t admit it but he has a heart of gold. He can talk so ugly but he’s not a bully. You are, but you don’t have to be! You don’t need to be the asshole you fight to be.”

“I wasn’t even invited to the bachelor party.”

“That’s what you’re taking away from this? Stop feeling sorry for yourself, step up. You want to be number one? Then go ahead. But you can’t walk around here acting like a saving grace, we’re a team, we’re not an army.”

“I see why he loves you.” He leans against the bar.

“And do you see why I love him?” I search his eyes, desperate to find some heart.

“I think I’m getting it.”

“Then we’re not going to have any more problems, are we?” I feel a weight lift from my shoulders.

“I thought-I thought you were single, you know?” He laughs a little, it’s somber yet light hearted.

“Everyone did.”

“Turns out you just can’t get enough of me.” A joke flies off his tongue, we have a break through.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, charming. You need more fleshing out before you go all cocky on me.” I shake my head, returning his smile.

“I…know I can be better.”

“I know you can too, there’s always going to be apart of you that’s good. You were raised in the clasp an iron fist, wound tighter than we had experienced. Dear Reggie wanted to make sure you were nothing like us, but you can’t rule over the heart. I need you to believe in yourself and not the ability to control.”

“I still think it’s creepy.” His mind travels back to Ben and I.

“Maybe if things had gone differently, I would’ve seen you. For who you are, not who you want to be.” His face changes at this.

“I think I would have liked that.”

“Of course you would, you’re Ben Hargreeves. No matter the timeline.”

“I still think we have a chance to do this. To save everything.”

“Come back to me when you have a plan, as much as I love the perks of the void, I do like it here. I wouldn’t mind hearing you out.”

“I will, I’ll find you.”

“Stay honest, stay yourself.”

“I’ll try.”

“See you at the wedding.” I smirk.

“Oh, god.” He groans.

“Let loose, have some fun before we all perish.” I turn to leave, I still have things to find before poisoning my liver with my favourite people.

“I hate weddings.”

[elliekima]

This Love is Alive (Back from the Dead)

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x gender-neutral reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

Word Count: 2.7k words

Notes: Reader is AFAB gender neutral with they/them pronouns and was adopted by Reginald Hargreeves along with the original seven umbrellas. They have abilities similar to heartrenders in the Grishaverse. Their powers include control over one’s heart, lungs, and stomach, and other major organ systems (although the brain can be rather tricky). 

I was blown away by the response to my first tua post, I really don't post my writing much but I just love sparrow!ben so much and this word vomit was the result. I hope you guys enjoy it too <333

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You took in the view of the half-destroyed farmhouse for the last time before closing your eyes and mentally preparing yourself for the next jump. If it was anything like the last one, you shuddered, your stomach may never recover. Of course, at least this time you were using an actual device made for time travel—even if it was weirdly shaped like a briefcase, seriously couldn’t they use a watch or something? It was so much less bulky and easier to carry around, not to mention harder to lose—instead of relying on your brother's dubious time travel abilities. 

Klaus’ sudden interruption to grab a hat was dramatic, in the way he usually was, but even you could admit it helped lighten the mood. ‘No matter what happens,’ you thought to yourself, ‘at least you had your family.’ You ignored the pain that came with the thought of Ben, the one sibling you would be leaving behind this time. Even if he died years ago, which left you grieving and heartbroken, you knew he was still around. Unlike the rest of your siblings, you knew Klaus wouldn’t lie about seeing Ben. You even asked him once, about a month after Ben’s death, if you could speak to him or send him a message somehow. 

Klaus, his eyes serious and clear for the first time since Ben’s death, responded, “He misses you too y/n, he’s standing right next to you actually. Sometimes he wanders over to check on you and make sure you’re doing okay.” He paused after that, head cocked and you just knew he was listening to Ben speak, which was almost enough to break you until you were suddenly swept into Klaus’ arms. It was unexpected but nice, even if his next words made you want to break down and start throwing things, “He wants you to move on y/n. I know it sounds impossible and crazy but you can’t let yourself obsess over his death and wither into nothing. You were meant for so much more than dad’s shitty plans for us. Keep breaking hearts y/n, never stop.” You laughed at that, hysterical and relieved because Ben was really there with you. You held on to Klaus as laughter turned into sobs because it was only then that it really sunk in, he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You shook your head to clear the thoughts of him, you processed his first death a while back and there was plenty of time to process his second ghostly death once you were back home in your little apartment with plenty of tequila. Finally, Five finished checking the briefcase’s settings and made eye contact with you. He gave you a weak smile, and you couldn’t help but return it. The smile was forced—you’re pretty sure it looked more like a grimace, really—but it seemed to reassure him. He reached for the briefcase and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before the (hopefully) final jump. 

The whooshing sound of time travel—and wasn’t that weird? You thought you and your siblings being traumatized child superheroes was as crazy as it got before adding the thought of alternate timelines and apocalypses into the mix—filled the air around you. It was as unpleasant as ever, although significantly less bumpy thanks to the briefcase. You mentally cheered your stomach on for surviving the trip this time around, and hoped it would keep up the good work. Less than a minute later you felt yourself landing on a familiar carpet, thankfully without the need to puke everywhere.

You stood there, eyes pressed shut, letting out the breath you were holding. You tried to force them open, but fear overtook you. For a moment, you wondered if you should even bother opening your eyes at all. You spent the last year or so running around trying not to die, first from the apocalypse, then from the bigoted idiots of the 1960s, and then from another apocalypse. Standing here, in what you hoped was your old house, felt too good to be true. 

You could hear your siblings groaning and trying to orient themselves after the jump, but still couldn’t open your eyes yet and risk the chance that something went wrong. So your coping mechanism was avoidance, maybe if you never opened your eyes, you would never see what fucked up timeline you and your siblings landed in this time. You weren’t safe yet, not when you needed to fight again but holy shit you were so fucking tired and— 

“What… what day is it?” Luther asked. 

At his words, your eyes snapped open before your brain could convince you it was a bad idea and you took in your surroundings. It looked like your old house, but as you scanned the room, your instincts started to itch, warning you that something was wrong. It didn’t seem too bad though, so you weren’t overly panicked yet but you refused to let your guard down. Suddenly, your eyes locked onto a painting. You weren’t sure, since you never really paid attention to the art your father collected, but you could’ve sworn that painting used to be a castle instead of a mountain. Across you, Five scrambled for the newspaper in front of him and his next words shook you out of your stupor.

“It’s April 2, 2019,” he said, a smug grin already starting to stretch across his face, “the day after the apocalypse.”

The rest of your siblings started celebrating but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in your head, the voice telling you that there was something wrong. But Five was already heading to the living room, Allison was crying and talking about Claire, and Vanya’s looked dead on her feet. They all looked so happy, and that was enough to stop you from saying something about it. ‘Let them have this moment,’ you thought. After all, if they needed to run again, at least they had this one moment of absolute relief to keep them going.

You let yourself get caught up in their energy, swinging an arm around Diego and following the rest of your siblings into the living room. However, the good mood that was beginning to bloom died at the sight of the painting that hung over the mantlepiece. Diego noticed it too, asking the rest of your siblings if they could see it too. God, you wish you hadn’t. You stared at his face, one you thought you’d never see again. You couldn’t help but compare it to the last time you saw him, desperately searching the painting for any differences from his last appearance in the theatre in 2019 when Vanya first ended the world. 

In the background, you noticed your father rising from his seat in some shadowed corner and your siblings arguing with him. Fuck the old man, all you could do was stare at the man you love so much. Granted, the two of you never really got around to admitting your feelings for each other before he died and other than that one instance with Klaus, he refused to be a messenger for any conversations between the two of you. The hope you’ve been pushing back started to grow again until you realized that there must be a reason Ben’s painting was there. After all, in your timeline, the painting was of Five, who disappeared one day and they all thought was dead. If Ben’s painting was in his place, who knows what could have happened to him. You began to spiral until a hauntingly familiar voice interrupted your impending breakdown.

“Dad, who the hell—” Ben starts, before pausing as he took in the scene in the living room. He stared at you, looking gutted and vulnerable, “…Y/n?”

You turned to stare at him the moment you heard his voice, as if on autopilot. His voice was a little deeper, but you guess that’s what happens when it’s been 14 years since you last spoke to him. You breathed out his name in shock and he started to smile, brittle and hopeful, before your brain restarted. You ran towards him and he ran to you, the two of you colliding in the middle of the living room. Your siblings paused their argument with your dad to stare at the new developments but fuck them, Ben was here and he was alive and that’s all that matters to you. He wrapped his arms around you and started spinning you around, your hair flying around you while you squeezed him back just as hard. You laughed freely for the first time since this whole mess started as you stared at him, categorizing all the changes. His hair was no longer gelled back like when you were kids, instead, he wore it spiky on top and all you wanted to do was run your fingers through it and mess it up. He lost the softness on his face from back when you were teenagers, growing into his features and you felt yourself fall a little more in love with him. He set you down and you buried your face in his chest—that was another change, when did he get so built?—and it was all you ever dreamed about since that fateful mission when you were 17. 

Distantly, you heard your family erupt into screaming behind you but all you could focus on was the man in your arms. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him, the detergent mom uses, and—is that some new fancy cologne? Regardless, it was the most comfort you’ve felt in years and you’d rather kickstart another apocalypse than let go of him. 

It seemed like Ben felt the same, because his arms only tightened around you and he tucked his face onto the top of your head. Suddenly, you realized you’ve been too busy saving the world to take a proper shower (So what, at least you made it out alive! The 60s had shit bath products anyway,) and tried to pull away. You heard a disgruntled sigh above you before he whispers, “Stop squirming y/n, you may smell like shit but it's the first time I’ve seen you in 13 years. Besides, I’ve seen you covered in blood and other gross shit after missions, you’ve had worse moments than this.”

Your mind was still fuzzy from seeing Ben, but something about his words seemed to alert your instincts. You replayed the moment in your head, it has been 13 years since he died but wouldn’t he have seen you while he was hanging around Klaus? But if he was standing here, alive, then he wouldn’t have died and hung around with Klaus all the time. You would’ve seen each other, grown up together the way you always planned to. The dots were starting to connect, and you hated the picture it painted. You stiffened and tried to pull away again, intent to ask him what he meant, when Diego’s voice cut through the bubble you found yourselves in.

“Woah woah wait, who the hell are you weirdos?” he exclaimed as he stared at the people filing in behind Ben. They were studying your siblings behind you but seemed to glance at the pair of you standing off to the side. The way they stared at you, all wide-eyed wonder and fragile hope seemed familiar. It was the same look you gave Ben, not the mention the look your siblings gave him too. Instantly, the dots fully connected in your mind and your heart filled with dread. You let your arms fall away from him as you stared at him, trying to keep your emotions from showing on your face but failing miserably. “You’re not my Ben, are you?” you asked, voice shaking.

He released you slowly, almost like he wanted to hold on to you and never let go, but the look on your face was enough to give him pause. Tension was building between the two families, making him tense up further as everyone seemed to stare at the two of you. He looked away from the rest of the room and stared at you, brown eyes reflecting your pain back at you as he said, “No, I don’t think I am. You aren’t my y/n either.” 

It was a statement, one that almost broke you, but your father’s booming voice behind you gave you enough strength to pull yourself together. ‘We can break down later, once not!Ben isn’t in front of you and you aren’t surrounded by your siblings and strangers,’ you told yourself, facing your father. 

He was ranting about your siblings being crazy assholes in 1963, which was fair because you were assholes to him, but in your defense, he was a shitty father and he looked and acted exactly the same way, how the hell were you supposed to be civil? You couldn’t believe he hated you all enough to just, not adopt you as children anymore. He even changed your name! Where the fuck did ‘Sparrow’ come from anyway? Distantly, you wondered how that affects the timeline but you filed that away for another day. First, you needed to regroup, preferably after a nice long bath.

You steeled yourself to join your siblings’ argument against your father and his new children but a hand brushing yours made you pause. You turned back to face him, you blinking your tears away as you studied him. This wasn’t the boy you grew up with, but you could read him just as easily as you read your Ben. His face was set in practiced neutrality, but you could see his eyes pleading with you to listen. He tugged you back towards him and whispered in your ear, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I watched you die once in my arms and there’s no fucking way I’m letting you walk out of my life again. If your siblings are anything like mine, this won’t end well. I won’t let anything happen to you, never again y/n. I’d sooner unleash the eldritch horrors on the world than lose you again. So please—” he took a breath, eyes meeting yours “meet me at our cafe when this is done?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The rest of the room seemed to fade around you, all you could see and hear and feel was him, both the Ben you know but somehow not. You knew this was a test, and you were desperate to get it right. He may not have been the Ben you grew up with, but he still was Ben, wasn’t he? Sure, he grew up with another set of siblings—’another version of you,’ your brain supplied—but in the end, he was still the same person. Despite the thousand different scenarios running through your mind, hope started to build in your chest: all-consuming, traitorous, and pretty damn inconvenient. You gave him a tiny smile and whispered back, hoping to all the deities out there that you were right, “On the corner of 9th and 22nd? I’ll be there after kicking your ass babe.”

His growing smile turned into a familiar smirk and he opened his mouth, ready to retort when you quickly tiptoed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you Squid Boy,” you added teasingly before hurrying back to your family, grinning at his blush. “Bring it on heartbreaker,” he replied with a wink.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to stand next to Allison, ignoring the looks your siblings shot you. Besides, Luther was looking pretty damn smitten with the pretty girl standing near Ben, you’d get them to bully him instead. You grinned at Ben from where you stood, readying your hands together as he unleashed his tentacles, both groups of siblings facing off against each other. 

[autumn-hiraeth]

WARNING(S): nope, just fluff, short .

SPARROW!BEN X UMBRELLA!READER

A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake :)

I'm having writer's block :(. .. 'm sorry for people who requested, i'll try to do your request but idk.

Second part Drunk Ben

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"They didn't even invite me to their stupid bachelor party!" Ben muttered indignantly as he laid his head on the table, the Ben you had known a few days ago was gone and now you could see the real Ben and it turned out the real Ben Hargreeves was starving for affection.

"Ben, you've been acting like an dickhead with all of them" you reminded him making him growl.

"I've also been a dickhead with you, apparently you're the only one who understands me" you laughed as you nodded, patting him on the shoulder.

Still with his head on the table, Ben looked at you through his eyelashes, you looked so pretty wearing that dress: He took your words away when he told you and his heart melted when you told him how handsome he looked.

"If your friends stole Sloane and my father" he took your hand "then I'll steal from you" you laughed at his proposal, you wouldn't mind being taken by Ben.

"hey bitches!" he yelled loudly getting everyone's attention "Y/N is mine to the end of the world!" you blushed as if you were a teenager, surely tomorrow Ben would be the same moron again, but you would have to bear it, after all, he had said that you were his and you planned to make him keep his word.

[ast3ryne]

I have never requested something but I think you are writing is so good!

Would you do prompt 2 “wait a minute, are you jealous?” with sparrow!Ben Hargreeves, thank you <3

Familiar

Pairing: sparrow!ben hargreeves x umbrella!reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Word Count: 762

Summary: Ben says just what’s on his mind, after getting drunk, right before the end of life as you know it.

A/N: I don’t even typically write anything close to angst, so this is fun. Reader is, as I tend to lean towards and prefer, neutral.

With the end of life as you know it rapidly approaching, what better way to spend it than getting shitfaced with your favorite brother before, during, and after a wedding. Or better yet, your favorite brother and your dead brother’s doppelgänger who’s honestly a dick.

You were all upstairs, trying to play pool in your drunken states and being far too giggly for your own good.

“That’s another point for me-“ Klaus held up his pool cue with one hand as he dramatically bowed “-and better yet another shot.” You watched as he grabbed for his bottle, and realizing it was empty he threw it to the side.

“I’ll be back kids, don’t do anything I would do.”

With that he stumbled his way through the staircase, slowly but surely descending.

You walked over to where Ben was sitting, flopping down beside him with a sigh. “God I love him.”

Ben tensed beside you, eyes watching you carefully as you laid your head back against the cushions.

“I don’t get why, I mean sure you all grew up together but he’s so…”

“Mental?” You finished, laughing a bit. “It’s a part of his charm.”

“Nothing charming about that.” He grumbled, and you could feel him fold his arms beside you.

To that you glanced at him. “Everyone has their own charm, Ben. I mean take our Ben for example, he was-“

“Amazing, spectacular, superb, apparently superior to me in every way possible, which in itself is impossible.” The words spilled out of his mouth far too easily for them to not have been on his mind. You snorted, clearly drunk Ben was an oversharer. “I was going to say a dickhead, the sweetest most caring-“

Ben let out a loud exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. “For fuck’s sake he couldn’t have been that great.”

“Oh but he was. He was all that and…” You trailed off, looking him in the face and realizing just how annoyed he really was. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”

Ben’s eyes brows furrowed as he huffed. “What? No. Why would I be jealous of him, he’s dead. I’m not. It’s just…” He held his face in his hands now, breathing unevenly.

“It’s just…what?”

“Did you know we had you? Well, a different you, our own Y/N years ago.”

No, you didn’t know that. Is that why Sloane was so eager to befriend you from the get go? Or why the other sparrows had all looked at you that way when you first appeared, Jesus.

Ben shook his head and continued. “Well we did, and you’re so much like them, but at the same time you’re nothing like them. It’s scary, watching you with the umbrella’s and knowing that could’ve been us, could’ve been me next to you,” Finally, he looked up, and you could see his eyes tearing up. The way he watched you in both awe and grieving, you could see everything he’d been hiding for the last few days.

“I just miss you so much when you’re with them, so much that it hurts.” His fingers brushed your cheek shakily, like he didn’t know what to do, like he was scared of what he might do.

“Were we close?” You said almost breathlessly, watching as he stared at you, taking in every little feature of yours.

“More than you’ll ever know.”

And with that he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste the alcohol in his breath but you didn’t care, you couldn’t care. Not when he was pulling you into him, holding you like you were going to disappear the second his grip slipped. Kissing you in a way that told you everything he felt, every emotion he’d left unsaid over the years, every feeling and sensation overwhelmed the two of you, but neither of you wanted to pull away.

It hurt. It hurt your heart as he grasped onto you desperately, hurt your head when you realized just how tangled you’d become with each other, you burned for each other.

When you finally pulled apart you didn’t pull away, and neither did he. You just sat in silence, terrified that the slightest of moves would make the other disappear and you’d be alone again.

“Holy shit.”

And just like that the two of your heads snapped to Klaus, standing beside the pool table and holding two more bottles, you pulled yourselves apart just as quickly as you’d settled into the position, you could still feel the goosebumps on your arms as you held them against yourself.

Holy shit indeed.