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Pack Means All

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Normally they're too out of it to tell, but this time it finally clicks. They're missing someone. Warnings: ABO dynamics and mentioned child abuse/neglect Word Count: 6,442 Ship(s): Luther Hargreeves & Diego Hargreeves & Allison Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves & Five Hargreeves & Ben Hargreeves & Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So when writing this I came across the conundrum of not being sure about how to translate Viktor's gender identity into my world (check the notes below if you're wondering why). I settled on him just having a cis omega gender while using his chosen name and he/him pronouns without having the transgender aspect at all. I hope that this isn't offensive to anyone and that you can all still enjoy this fic as it is!

WORLD NOTES: -There are three genders, not six. -Omegas have a female reproductive tract -Betas have both male and female reproductive tracts -Alphas have male reproductive tracts -Babies are called the pronouns of their birth parent until they are old enough to understand what pronouns are and can choose for themselves (Credit: littlegreenfish) -the person that births the baby is called female terms like 'mom' or 'mommy' while the person that fathered the baby is called male terms like 'papa' or 'daddy' -names like 'aunt' and 'uncle' still go with pronouns as do 'husband' and 'wife' -There are two mating scent glands, one on the neck and the other one the wrist. The scent gland on the neck is for mates, and the scent gland on the wrist is for packs (Credit: xhelloxbeautifullx) -packs generally have an alpha leader and a beta second-in-command, but it is possible to have any gender in those positions

Missions took a lot out of all of them.

Of course they did, because not only were they physically taxing with all of the running around and power-using that they had to do, but they were very mentally draining. Several of them had to run through procedures and battle strategies that they had been taught by their father to make sure that they could take out the target without their teammates getting hurt or damaging any property. Completing the mission wasn’t the end of the exhausting ordeal either. After they had finished running themselves ragged so that they could complete whatever task had been assigned to them, then they had to deal with the press that would have inevitably found out where they were and what they were doing (Five was of the opinion that their father alerted them on purpose). After they all finally managed to escape the swarms of reporters, they had to write up their summaries about what they had done and what they thought that they could have done better. Then and only then, were they released to have free time for the rest of the day.

It was thoroughly exhausting, so the only thing that they wanted to do afterwards was cuddle as a pack and fall asleep.

They had just returned from one such mission. It had involved a lot of thought on Five’s part to be able to get them all into the mansion that they were trying to protect from someone attempting to steal a new, experimental technology being created by the mansion’s owner. Klaus was absolutely exhausted and shakingly terrified because he had to communicate with some grotesque, angry spirits so that he could get information for the aforementioned alpha. Ben was always exhausted after missions since he had to mind Klaus as well as use the eldritch monster that lived in his stomach to clean up anything that his siblings wouldn’t be able to handle. Allison had tried to use her power one too many times, so now her voice was aching and tired on top of the migraine that was blooming down the left side of her brain. Luther had to restrain himself far more than he normally did on these missions so that he didn’t break anything expensive, which took a huge mental effort on his part. Diego had to hold his breath for almost an hour while waiting for the signal that his siblings had forgotten to give him until it was almost too late.

Each member of the Umbrella Academy stumbled into the room where they would write up their reports. Their books and pencils were already laid out on the desks where they were supposed to sit, so they trudged over to the places that they always sat after missions, collapsing down into the small desks.

Five flicked open the notebook and immediately began to scrawl down his notes about the mission. Next to him, Luther was perfectly writing a minute-by-minute summary of everything that happened while numbering the sections that he was going to talk about what he thought deserved to be elaborated on. Klaus was barely able to hold his pencil because of how badly he was shaking, so his normally messy handwriting had basically become illegible. Diego was trying his best to focus on writing things down despite the memory of the burn for oxygen still etched into the crevices on his lungs. Allison sat and began to write the short summary of the mission before she went into detail about her powers, because she knew that was the part that their father was actually interested in. Ben was the only one that didn’t start on his work because Grace quickly bustled over to him so that she could attend to his injuries.

She worked down in numerical order, distracting each of her children long enough to get them cleaned up and make sure that they had no injuries. They were all relatively unscathed this time around, mostly just exhausted and desperate to have some time to rest.

When they finally finished with their reports and were released by their father, they stumbled through the house up to their rooms. “Whose do we want to use this time?” Klaus asked from where he was clinging to Ben. The two of them were thick as thieves, they have been since they were very young.

“Well your room is too small,” Ben informed the other omega.

It was true. Somehow, Klaus was ended up with the smallest room out of all the kids other than Viktor. It was as if Reginald had decided that since he disliked the aforementioned omega, he was going to carve part of his space out to wedge the silent Number Seven in between them all.

“We can use mine,” Five spoke up for the first time since he had gotten home. They all knew that he was about ready to drop dead, since he was the one that was expected to use his powers the most when they were out on missions. He was also constantly trying to push himself to the limit, even if it wasn’t necessarily safe.

“Let’s go then. Luther, can you get everything out of the cupboard?” Allison asked, her voice cracking painfully in her throat. She winced, one of her graceful hands coming up to grasp over the top of her voicebox.

The taller alpha reached his hand out to her to try and help her somehow, but he quickly brought it back and then whirled around so that he could get to the linen closet. Normally, Five would have helped him with this since he was the only one that was also able to access the top of the linen closet. He wasn’t about to let his brother do anything that would require him lifting anything that heavy above his head with the state that he was in, though.

The rest of them turned and walked to the end of the hall where Five’s bedroom was. Diego detached from the group just long enough to retrieve the mattress from his room so that the nest that they were going to make could be as comfortable as possible. Five worked with Allison to get his own mattress out of the high metal frame and onto the floor. They lined the two of them up after pushing Five’s desk out of the way so that the nest could be in the corner of the room. They were already covered with thick white sheets that Grace had no doubt changed that morning when they had all been out on their mission.

Luther returned back with the thick nest-blankets, dropping them down beside the bed. As soon as they were there, each member of the pack left to their own room so that they could get the things that they wanted or needed for their pack nest.

Five began to search around his room for things that would be heavily saturated in his scent. He had already piled the blankets and pillows from his bed at the side of the mattresses so that they could be used for the nest, but he knew that the back would need something that mimicked his deep sugary coffee smell just as much as he did. After all, it was distressing when the nest both lacked the person and their scent if one of them got called away by their father.

“You’re back from your mission?” a little voice form the doorway echoed through his room. He was surprised that he was able to hear it because the speaker had been so muted.

He turned around so that he could see who it was. His instincts were fighting between being relaxed because he was finally back in a safe space that smelled like him and on edge because of everything that he had to help his back through on their mission. “Viktor!” he gasped as he jumped. Luckily it didn’t result in a change in space or time like it had the time before.

“Sorry, I thought that I was loud enough that you would have heard me,” the shy omega replied, his cheeks turning a pretty pink color.

“You’re never loud enough for me to hear that you’re coming unless someone startles you,” he chuckled. He continued his search around the room for items that he could use for the nest.

They were both quiet for a while, Viktor standing just barely inside of the doorway while he rocked back and forth and Five rooting through his clothes and under his bed. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were back from your mission?”

“I don’t have to run everything by you, you’re not Dad,” he snapped. Normally he was a lot nicer to his brother, since Seven was basically the only person that would listen to him when he was obsessing over some new physics fact that he had learned. This time though, he was too exhausted and too eager to start the process of his pack nest to choose his words nicely. He just spat out the first thing that came to his mind.

“I-I know, but I never know anything that happens when you’re on those missions and you know that I worry,” Viktor mumbled as he ducked his head. He had recently had another haircut, so his bangs weren’t quite long enough to hang over his pale face. He kept his hair relatively long for the Umbrella Academy members, Allison being the only one to beat him out since her hair went all the way to her hips when it was straightened. Klaus would have beaten Viktor out of that contest if he didn’t constantly have his hair shortened by Reginald as a punishment.

Five turned around, growing frustrated that he couldn’t find anything good enough for the nest. He felt as though his brother was interrupting the process and stepping into his space uninvited, which was odd because Five and Viktor basically lived in the same spaces with no boundaries. “Viktor! You’re not a member of the Umbrella Academy, you don’t get to know all the details about everything that goes on. Now get out of my room and leave me alone.”

Viktor stood there for a moment, completely shellshocked that the alpha had an outburst like that. He was used to Diego, despite being the only beta in the house, screaming at him when he was in the way. He was used to being shunned by the other two omegas in the house. He was used to each and everyone one of the other alphas snarling or snapping at him because they could sense that something they couldn’t quite name was off with the omega. Five never, ever snapped at him like this though.

Through the scent blocker that he had over his wrist and neck, the crisp white pine scent began to permeate the room. It held a kind of melancholic sadness to it, the type that Five was used to whenever he snuck into Viktor’s room at night so the two could talk until they fell asleep curled under his blankets. It also held something sharp and bitter that he had only ever smelled before when he was talking to victims of crimes after missions.

Viktor bowed his head so low that his chin was practically resting on his collarbone. “Sorry, Five. I won’t bother you again,” he turned around and crossed over the doorframe. He didn’t even bother to move all the way to the right so that he could fit through the frame properly. He rushed through so quickly that his shoulder knocked into the wood with a painful 'thump' sound.

Five didn't even hear him whimper as the omega high-tailed it down the hall. He let the thoughts of regret for scaring Viktor off like that and possibly ruining their relationship wash away from his mind. They were quickly replaced by the frantic want to find something that could help coat the pack nest in his scent.

The others returned back just as quickly as they had left since they were so eager to get the entire process started.

Luther, Five, Allison, and Diego all being alphas and a beta respectively, sat on the edge of the mattresses while they let the omegas, Ben and Klaus, do their work.

The first thing that they did was reach for the stiff woolen blankets that were specifically meant for making nest walls. They looped four of them around so that they made a rather circular square along the edges of the nest. They pressed everything as far into the corners and against the walls as they could to make the nest as big as possible without it falling off of the mattresses on the open sides. The next part of the building was taking the larger linen and cotton blankets and placing them over the scratchy materials of the walls. Once everything was lined with a soft fabric, they pushed pillows up along the walls to build up the nest even more. The corner with the walls was again the one that supported the majority of the nest.

After that came the most important part to the omegas. They began to take the items that were doused in their packmate’s scents and locate them strategically around the nest so that the entire thing smelled like their pack. It was comfortable on a physical level before, but this step was the most crucial because it allowed the nest to be comforting on an instinctual and psychological level too.

“I think we’re ready now!” Klaus chirped as he sat back on his heels and looked over the nest that they had made. When he returned to his room he had changed into the blue pajamas that each of them had been issued, as had many of the others so that they could be more comfortable in their post-mission cuddle session.

“Can we come in then?” Diego asked, obviously fighting back his stutter.

Ben glanced around, searching through all of the things that they had tucked away. They had Allison’s favorite bathrobe that she wore every morning when she was getting ready, both of Luther’s pillows, the blanket that Diego had taken a nap in right before they left the house for the mission, the jacket that Five wore when he worked long into the night, Klaus’ favorite blanket, and Ben’s most treasured hoodie folded in such a way that the zipper wouldn’t bother anybody. They had something from each member present, but something still didn’t feel quite right.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Ben said, discontent but not willing to force his feelings into words so that other people could understand them.

The rest of the pack didn’t seem to notice, too eager to get to the comfort part of this activity. Luther was the first of the alphas to enter the nest since he was the biggest and their father had made him the leader. He laid down so that he was in the center, stretched diagonally from the corner with both walls to the corner with no walls.

Allison came in next and laid down so that she had her head tucked up against his shoulder. She had brought a book with her, so she propped that open with the arm that was extended over the blond’s abdomen.

Klaus flopped down next on the other side of Luther. They were the perfect match when it came to cuddling because Klaus was always freezing and Luther ran the hottest out of all of them. The omega was laying on his stomach with one arm extended over Luther’s stomach and grasping hold of Allison’s free hand. He almost immediately fell asleep.

Ben carefully lowered himself down next to Allison, his head also quirked so that he could look over at the book that she was reading. He was faster at it than her, which meant that he didn’t have a problem catching up to where she was and reading the whole page before she turned it. Every so often the black-haired omega would look over at Klaus to see if he was able to pick up on anything weird. Klaus remained asleep.

Five got in next to Ben and then promptly passed out. He didn’t even bother trying to cuddle himself up against any of the other packmates because of how absolutely exhausted he was. He splayed out against one wall of the nest so that he was taking up the rest of the space on that side.

This forced Diego to get in on the other side of Klaus. He was also exhausted, his eyes drooping as he desperately tried to stay awake.

They were woven together in the way that was most comforting for all of them, though Ben still felt unsteady. He was having more and more trouble actually reading the words and processing them instead of just glazing over page as quickly as he could.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open and he jerked up from the place where he had been cuddled amongst his siblings. He reached out so that the arm that had been partially pinned under him was now being used to jerk Five awake. “Five, why does it smell bitter in here?”

“Wha?” the exhausted alpha asked as he finally managed to peel his eyes open.

“Why does it smell so bitter in here? It’s throwing off the whole scent of the nest,” Ben repeated himself.

He thought about it for a second. He opened his mouth once, then closed it, before he finally said, “Viktor and I got in a fight. I didn’t notice in that much.”

“Doesn’t Vik-Vik wear like super heavy scent blockers though?” Klaus asked sleepily. The jerking around on the other side of the nest was enough to rouse him from his slumber. Despite how often Klaus was dozing or napping on anything and everything that he could get away with, he was actually the lightest sleeper out of everyone in the Umbrella Academy. “What’d you get in a fight about?”

Five turned his head away from the rest of the packmates and refused to meet their gaze. “Said he didn’t need to know when we got home from missions.”

“What?” Ben nearly snarled. His hackles began to raise as he thought about the other omega in the house being betrayed by the one person that he had really trusted. While Ben spent most of his time with Klaus, he did try to reach out to his brother from time to time because they did have a lot of things in common. Viktor was just so shy and skittish that oftentimes trying to spend time with him was more energy than Ben had left after training all day.

Klaus was now sitting up with his boney legs folded underneath him. He hadn’t quite grown out of that awkward early-teen stage where he became all limbs that were too big for him. Allison had her book laying facedown in her stomach and her head tilted over towards Five instead of tucked up right against Luther. Diego was also sitting up, one arm looped around Klaus’ waist since he still desired the closeness of his packmates. Five scrubbed a hand over his face as he said, “He came in here when I was looking for something to put in the nest and I was really stressed out so I snapped at him. He said that he was sorry and then he left. I guess I didn’t notice the upset part of his scent.”

“I knew that something was wrong,” Ben muttered to himself as he hurried to the edge of the nest. Despite his haste to get out, he still carefully hefted himself over the wall so that he didn’t disturb anything.

“Where are you going?” Luther shouted after him.

“To find our missing packmate!” Ben replied a bit haughtily. He stood up and then stormed out of the room as quickly as his aching muscles would allow him. He heard a pop beside him and then turned to see Five standing beside him, wavering back and forth as the use of his powers had obviously worn him out more than he already was.

Ben didn’t say anything. He reached out so that he was holding the alpha’s hand, the kind of hold that they used to do when they were really little and needed to be shepherded somewhere by their nannies, even before Grace had shown up. All of his fingers fit between the forefinger and thumb on Five’s hand, the same happening for the alpha with his own.

They walked down the hallway until they were at the other end. The door in front of them lead out to the staircase where they would be able to access the rest of the house and the one to their left was Viktor’s room. “You’re not allowed to say anything mean to him, understand?” Ben snarled, almost raising his hackles to the alpha.

Five was above him in their pack dynamic and in the Umbrella Academy numbers, but Ben was still more powerful when it came to combat. Luckily, the other superhero wasn’t looking for any kind of fight. “Why would I have come with you just to be mean to him again?” Five snorted, as if the idea of that was absolutely ridiculous.

Ben let out an unconvinced hum and then let his brother finally stand by himself. He walked up to the plain mahogany door and then rapped his knuckles on it twice. “Viktor?” he called after thirty seconds with no response. He glanced to the side and met Five’s eyes for just a moment. He then grasped the handle and pushed the door open so that they could see into the prison cell that served as Viktor’s bedroom. The omega was nowhere to be seen.

“Viktor?” Ben asked, beginning to get more worried. He stepped through the room, something that only took about three movements, so that he was up against the window. He flipped the lock and then examined the indents on top to make sure that it had been locked before. “He didn’t leave through the window. Do you think he’s still in here?”

“There aren’t that many places to look,” Five’s mouth flickered down into a scowl. He walked to the closet and then yanked it open. There was nothing inside other than four pairs of pressed pajamas and three sets of uniforms. Down at the bottom there was also a box of the sheet music that Viktor used when he was practicing, but quite literally nothing else.

He turned to the omega, “Isn’t there usually a couple of blankets in here?”

Ben nodded, “He keeps them in there in case he has a nightmare and needs a nest to go back to sleep. Dad doesn’t care when he does it because he never has training so doesn’t have to figure out a way to turn those instincts off.”

“Where are they, then?” Five asked as he stepped away from the closet to show Ben what he had found.

The aforementioned superhero stood up like someone had electrocuted him at the base of his spine. He whirled around so that he was facing the bed and then dropped down so that he was on his hands and knees. Five was slower to react because of how exhausted he was, but he mimicked the motions of his brother so that they were on the same level.

They were both met with the same sight. The bed was about two feet off of the ground, leaving plenty of room beneath it for someone to squirm their way under. They could see a woven mess of blankets with a single pillow and several clothing items scattered in it. In the center of the makeshift nest was the quivering, shaking form of their missing omega brother.

“Viktor?” Five asked softly, speaking his brother’s name for the first time since their fight earlier that evening.

The omega whirled around and succeeded in hitting both his head and shoulder on the metal of his bedframe. He grasped at his forehead with one hand while he contorted his body so it was as small as possible. He let out a small, hiccuping sob that made every inch of Five’s body feel wrong in a way that he couldn’t describe.

“I’m sorry,” came the broken little response from the waifish omega under the bed.

“What for?” Five asked, wrinkling his nose in confusion. He couldn’t figure out why his brother was acting like this suddenly, even if it would have come to him a lot easier had he not been as exhausted as he was.

Ben grasped at his shoulder so that they both moved so that they were sitting up on their heels instead of on their hands and knees. “Five,” he whispered, his eyes shining with panic and urgency.

“What?”

The omega gestured his hand under the bed without touching any of the blankets. “Viktor made a hidden nest.”

“Why would he do that?” Five asked stupidly.

Ben looked at him like he had never had a good idea in his entire life, which at this point was fair. “Weren’t you listening when Mom taught us about that last time we had a health lesson? Omegas make hidden nests when they’re either feraled, on the edge of feraling, or feel like their nest might be broken or hurt if it was somewhere comfortable where their mate or pack could find it. Viktor is either going to feral or he feels like we would hurt his nest if we were able to get to it.”

All of the color drained from his face as he really processed what his brother was saying. “So you think that the fight we got in caused him to do this?” he asked as he gestured his head back down towards the nest.

“I think that it’s a contributing factor. Just stay back while I talk to him, okay?” Ben said as he motioned for the alpha to back away.

For a moment, Five could feel his hackles raising on the back of his throat. He was protective of his younger brother and didn’t want anyone else to step on the bond that the two of them shared. He quickly reminded himself that Viktor was like this because of him, and backed off so that Ben could work.

The other omega laid down on the ground, propping his head up with both of his hands so that he could see underneath the bed but over the wall of the nest protecting his brother from the outside world. “Vik? It’s me, Ben. Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” came the hiccuped reply from under the bed.

"Vik, you have nothing to be sorry for. Five is the one that messed up, and the rest of us too. We didn't mean to exclude your from the nest or yell at you for worrying about us. It's your job and we know that," Ben explained. Viktor was the lowest member of the pack, which meant that he was the one that they were supposed to focus on protecting.

Pack dynamics were something that they all struggled with more than anything else. They had been isolated from people their entire lives, so it was hard for them to figure out exactly how things were supposed to work. Of course they had gotten lessons on it right after Reginald had caught them performing what was apparently pack behavior. Very soon after that he made sure they got a proper education on what pack dynamics were and what went into them.

Ben was aware that the lower someone was in the pack the more they were inclined to take over a nurturing rolls. Viktor was at the very bottom of their pack based on not only a power stance (seeing as not only was Viktor the physically weakest out of their entire group, but he was also the only ordinary one) but also on a personality level. He was sweet and nurturing without a viscous bone in his body. It could have been the anxiety medication that he had been on since he got sick when they were kids, but it also seemed to just be his nature. He cared very deeply about them despite being ostracized from them his entire life. All Viktor ever wanted to do was make sure that they were as healthy and happy as they could be, and none of them had ever helped him facilitate that.

An excuse could be made that their instincts didn’t quite recognize him as part of the pack. After all, none of them had shared packmate marks with each other like adults in packs did since they were terrified of what their father would do should he find out that they had done that. Not having the marks meant that their instincts and hormones were trying to balance out around that without the natural rushes that they would get. This meant that they were a lot more likely to form the pack around the group of superheroes since they had to be actively out in the field while fighting the supervillains and criminals that their father sent them after. Since Viktor never went out on these and they never had to protect him the way that they did Klaus and Allison, there was a chance that their instincts were skipping over the aforementioned omega entirely.

Ben wasn’t going to let that happen anymore.

“Do you want to come out here and maybe remake your nest on the bed? I can help you get some things that smell like us,” he offered worriedly. He knew that they weren’t going to be able to jump into the deep end and get him into the pack nest after everything that they had already excluded him from. While an omega in a pack shouldn’t have their own personal nest unless they were pregnant or in heat, having him remake his comfort nest on top of the bed instead of having it be a hidden nest was a step in the right direction.

“No, I’m safe down here,” Viktor shook his head.

“Why aren’t you safe with us? Is it because Five got upset with you?” Ben asked, making sure that his voice was level and patient as he did so.

Viktor whimpered again. After what felt like an eternity of silence, he removed himself from underneath the bed. He was moving achingly slowly while he rolled his body over the poorly constructed walls of his nest. Once he was sitting on his knees in front of them both, they both realized just how small he was. “I didn’t mean to upset anyone, I promise.”

He was itching at the scent blocker on his arm. Ben took it from him and began to peel up the adhesive edge that had left an angry red welt from being applied for too long. “Can I take this off? I want to be able to smell you and scent you so you feel better,” he explained. Viktor gave a shaky nod, and then the other omega removed it with one swift movement.

Both of them nearly gagged when the smell flooded through the room. It was so sticky with hurt and panic that it was the most overwhelming thing that they had faced in a long time. “When was the last time that you took that off, V?”

All three of them startled and turned towards the door where the voice had come from. Klaus was standing there, rubbing his hand with one eye while his noes wrinkled with distaste.

“I take them off in the shower usually. So yesterday evening,” he explained. Viktor was on a different schedule than the rest of them because he didn’t have the physical training that the rest of the pack required to both train their powers and have the ability to do what was necessary on missions. While they usually washed down after they were finished with their training and before their lessons, Viktor would shower right before he went to bed. It was another thing that their father did to make sure he was disconnected from the rest of his adopted children.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Five asked, his voice tiny and caught in his throat. The scent gland on Viktor’s wrist was swollen and looked very uncomfortable. Everything was supposed to be absorbed by the blockers that he wore, which is why he wore the thickest that were in production, but he had obviously been in so much distress that it hadn’t worked.

Viktor stared down at the angry, blistered red on his arm. “Does every day,” he mumbled.

“Vik,” Ben whispered in return. He surged forward so that he had his arms wrapped tightly around his younger brother. He began to rub his neck up against Viktor’s, on the other side of the mating gland, releasing the scent of old books and spilled ink.

That opened the floodgates again as the omega began to sob. He wrapped his weak, frail arms around his brother as his own scent flooded the room more than it already had. This one was full of grief and mourning, hurt and desire for comfort. The pine was reassuring to Ben, especially since this one didn’t contain the bitter tinges that it had when he was in Five’s room before.

“I’m so sorry that we didn’t notice. We’re going to take care of you from now on. You’re a part of this pack and we love you so much,” he whispered. When he pulled back, Ben wiped the tears off of his face with the back of his hand and then removed the tear that was tracing down the side of Viktor’s face with his thumb. “We really do love you. We’ll make sure to check in with you every time we come home from a mission when Dad lets us, okay? I promise.”

“Me too, I’ll do it even if Dad doesn’t want me to. I can do it because I teleport,” Five said, his brows furrowing together in a very serious expression.

Viktor let out a little giggle as his cheeks turned a pretty pink color. “Okay,” he nodded, soft spoken and gentle. He glanced to the pile of blankets and stolen clothes under his bed. “Can I…”

“Do you want to remake your nest?” Ben asked after giving his brother a moment to hink. Despite the fact that he didn’t spend as much time with Viktor as he knew that he should have, he was used to the smaller omega starting a sentence and never finishing it. He was too shy to try and request things, so that meant that Five and sometimes Klaus had to draw the words from him.

“I’m too tired tonight. Maybe tomorrow you can help me?” he asked hopefully, his eyes darting over to Klaus in the doorway and then back to Ben.

“We can make it an omega-only event,” Klaus beamed. He walked into the room and then flopped down on the other side of their brother. Five reached out, growling slightly as everyone was getting so close to the person he had felt responsible for protecting. Klaus moved an inch or two away from the other omega then as he didn’t feel like having Five bite him again (which was something that happened when they were ten, over half a decade ago).

“You can come back to the pack nest if you want. I don’t think that the others will mind,” Ben suggested.

“And if they do then I’m going to kick them out. It’s in my room this time,” Five explained. He shoved Klaus out of the way so that he was pressed flush to Viktor’s side now that he knew he was welcome to again. He had gotten the cue by Viktor curling his calloused fingers around the hand that Five had placed on his leg to remind Klaus of his place in the pack.

“Okay,” he nodded shyly.

“You should change into something more comfortable, Vik-Vik,” Klaus reminded him as he tugged on the edge of his starched uniform shirt.

“Right,” the omega nodded once. He got up and then once the rest of them had removed themselves from his room, changed into his pajamas as they all had when they were building the nest.

Once the four of them were standing beside each other again, they headed back down the hall so that they were in front of Five’s room again. Viktor reached out so that he was holding Five’s hand, leaning into the comforting warmth of his brother like he always did when they were together away from the prying eyes of their father.

“Hey,” Allison said when she saw them. She sat up so that she was looking over them all as if examining them for wounds. “What happened?”

“Viktor is going to be joining us in the pack nest,” Five replied, daring any of them to object.

“Then I want him over on my side,” Diego spoke up. “Klaus kicks.”

Five knew that was a lie. He had spoken with the beta several times and discussed Diego’s desire to hang out more around Viktor but feeling like he couldn’t since Five acted like the primary protector for him. This was a good start, though, even if he couldn’t tell the truth yet.

Carefully, Viktor stepped over the edge of the nest and then settled down on next to Diego. He was stiff and very obviously uncomfortable until the beta reached out, also stiff and uncomfortable, wrapping his arm around Viktor’s shoulder.

Slowly, the two of them relaxed into each other. Five climbed into the nest so that he was pressed up against the omega’s other side. He kept his arms loosely wrapped around Viktor’s waist with his chin placed on the top of the other’s head. He pressed his nose into the wispy brown locks and inhaled the reassuring pine scent.

Ben and Klaus took their places on the other side of Luther and Allison, collapsing down into the nest and immediately falling asleep. The room filled with their scents and the reassuring sound of seven steady breaths.

In another universe, Five had left when he was thirteen and Viktor’s feraling had gone completely unnoticed as Ben had died in the mission right before he noticed. In this universe, though, they were safe and wrapped up in each other as their bonds with each other strengthened.

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Woman booked on assault charges after fight with fellow mother at elementary school

Allison McFly, 40, was taken into custody on Friday after throwing a punch at a fellow mother at her daughter’s elementary school. She fought hard, stating that she and her daughter “will not be punished today,” since they both are apparently victims of bullying. McFly’s daughter Imtura, 10, started the chain of events after throwing a hard hit at her classmate, [REDACTED], after spending months of torment on the school playground and not doing anything to stop it. She finally snapped last week and punched the girl straight in the face, knocking out three of her front teeth and breaking her nose. [REDACTED] is currently in the hospital suffering from her injuries.

“This girl has been bullying Imtura for months,” Mrs. McFly explained in her statement. “My daughter was simply defending herself. Their entire family is made up of bullies, and someone needs to put them in their place. I don’t understand why the school always has to attack the victim just because they stand up for themselves. The only person they need to discipline is [REDACTED]. She deserved what she got.”

According to Imtura’s statement with the school principal, [REDACTED] had started tormenting her for no reason since the first week of school, making fun of her clothing, her school supplies, and even her creative imagination.

“Imtura lost it,” Mrs. McFly explained. “She’d been bottling it up inside for the longest time, and she reached her breaking point. We will not apologize. [REDACTED] deserved it. I taught my daughter what I was unable to do at her age: stand up for herself. My parents always told me to ‘just ignore it.’ Well, not today. That stops with my child.”

When [REDACTED]’s mother showed up at the school, she threatened to sue the school and Mrs. McFly for allowing the attack on her daughter. That was when Mrs. McFly threw the punch.

“Yeah, call your LAWYER!” she shouted at her. “Call your ATTORNEY! Better yet, call the cops! I'll just explain everything your little ‘princess’ did to my child in excruciating detail! I am sick and tired of bullies getting off scot-free from punishment! That ends today! You need to teach your daughter to take accountability for her behavior!”

Mrs. McFly was charged for assault and taken into custody by police. She will not go down without a fight, however. She believes that the people that should be in her place at the moment are the [REDACTED].

McFly’s husband, Marty, made the following statement during his interview with the police: “I have nothing to say in protest. My wife and daughter are all that matter to me. If anyone bullies or threatens my family in any way, you can bet we will defend ourselves. I'm standing by Allison and Immy all the way.”

Call the McFly family advocates against bullying, or whatever else you wish, and although I don't agree with or care for the way the situation was handled, even I can admit that they have guts.

Encounter of how things went down:

Principal: Mrs. McFly, thanks for coming in. Please take a seat.

Allison McFly: What is this about, Mr. [REDACTED]?

Principal: There was an incident on the playground today. Your daughter Imtura hit another student.

Allison: …I see. And you’re telling me this because…?

Principal: It’s your daughter, Mrs. McFly. She physically attacked another student. It’s concerning and grounds for suspension. We do not condone violence at this school.

Allison: Do you condone bullying? Maybe Immy was defending herself. Who was the student she hit?

Principal: A fellow classmate named [REDACTED].

Allison: Oh. Her.

Principal: Mrs. McFly, is everything all right with Imtura? Anything going on at home that needs to be addressed?

Allison: Why do you always assume that there is something going on at home just because Immy threw a punch at someone? Everything is fine. Ms. [REDACTED] must’ve egged her on somehow, so she probably snapped. What else is new?

Principal: It wasn’t just ‘a punch,’ Mrs. McFly. It was a direct hit straight to the face. Ms. [REDACTED] is in the hospital with missing front teeth and a broken nose. Imtura assaulted her. I'm going to have to suspend her for two weeks until she can think about what she’s done. This is a serious issue, and you need to be more aware of it. This is your daughter.

Allison: I am well aware. What do you want me to say? That I'll discipline her? I won't be doing that. And you won't be suspending her, either. [REDACTED] will be getting suspended for pissing my daughter off. You school administrators are all the same. Going after the victim for simply defending themselves against hate and bullying while the actual bully gets off free!

Principal: Excuse me?

Allison: You heard me.

Principal: Mrs. McFly, I can assure you that we do not tolerate bullying of any kind at this school, and every student receives equal punishment and discipline. We don't pick favorites here…

Allison: No no no no no, you listen to me here. [REDACTED] started this mess. [REDACTED] pissed Immy off and Immy struck her. [REDACTED] and her mother should be sitting in this chair right now, but instead, you call ME in to discipline MY kid. It isn’t her fault. Of course you assume there are problems at home, which there aren't!

Principal: Mrs. McFly, children’s actions at school are generally a reflection on their environment at home. I have to ask these questions because it is my duty as principal to look out for the well-being of all students. If Imtura is being bullied, she should have either come to me or her teacher. We don’t throw punches to get our way.

Allison: Come to you? And said what? ‘Oh, Principal [REDACTED], I'm being bullied. Can you help me?’ Sure. All you people would have done was tell her to suck it up and deal with it. Haters gonna hate, amirite? Small children should be seen and not heard, amirite? No one takes a kid’s word for anything.

Principal: I would have done something, Mrs. McFly. If Imtura had given me a chance, I would have done something. She didn't say anything. We can't read children’s minds. They need to speak up if something is bothering them. All this could have been avoided if Imtura had just used her words. Now we could have a lawsuit on our hands. I'm sorry, but I have to suspend Imtura until further notice.

Allison: And there it is. The big L word. I sensed that was coming at some point. I knew it. You’re worried about losing your job. You don't want to suspend [REDACTED] because her mother is rich and has you in her back pocket. Your career is more important than my daughter. How typical. This administration is pathetic. I bet Mrs. [REDACTED] is a lawyer and is threatening to sue because Immy laid a hand on her precious little princess. I am not standing by and letting this happen. If I’m taken to court over this, I’m not going, and if I did, I'm representing myself. I hate lawyers, and I hate rich moms who look at the world through rose-colored glasses about their children like they can do no wrong! [REDACTED] and her rich, entitled snob of a mother can kiss my ass and burn in hell. The world would be a much better place without people like them in it. Immy and I are leaving, and we are not getting any punishment put on us!

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toamonster · 2 years

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The umberella academy S3

I’m happy that the Hargreeves siblings finally got a good ending (U‿‿U) ♡

But also:

#I AM VERY CONFUSED #!!! BTW- SPOILERS IN THE TAGS !!!#like- I'm completely fine that they lost their powers if this is 'the end' of the umbrella academy story #but is this the end of the umbrella academy story???#why did allison get both her child and her husband in the end #but Luther didn't get to keep his wife???#and Victor didn't get to be with Sissy and Harlan???#and why is Hargreeves still alive and seems to be owning everything in the city??? was it always like that??#(him having his wife back is actually the one thing that doesn't confuse me- that was his aim all along)#what was up with Ben???#If it was sparrow Ben who step out of the elevator why did he get to 'come back' but not Sloane???#what was up with the Ben on the train???#I'm guessing that's 'OG' Ben who maybe doesn't know them #why show that?#are there 2 bens now???#what are any of the siblings going to be doing now???#they don't have powers and who knows if they could actually be working a normal job?#they don't have a penny to their names- what are they gonna do???#is their parents/moms alive now???#do they know them?#do they have families outside of the academy now???#have they even existed in this new timeline??? do they have an identity or are they just going to have to make one up like in the 60's??#or are they just left to figure things out on their own???#what about the sparrow???#are they alive???#and what about stan?#Harlan?#CHRISTOPHER?!?!#I have so many questions and so little answers ಠ_ಠ #the umbrella academy

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gotta-get-back-to-hatchetfield · 2 years

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I feel like the thing we have to recognise about Allison this season is that in both timelines (i.e. pre-season 1 and in the 60s) she was the only one that managed to properly build a life for herself. In the pre-S1 timeline she got married, had a child, had an extremely successful career, while by contrast other than somewhat Viktor none of the other siblings were able to get themselves into a stable and self sufficient position at all.

In the 60s timeline despite her being in the toughest position because of her race she once again managed to find herself not only a loving husband but also a legal job which was something that again none of the other siblings managed.

And this wasn’t because she had an easier childhood than the rest of them it was becasue she put in a ton of work to pull herself up by her boostraps which must have been absolutely mentally exhausting and both times it ended up being for nothing.

So while obviously she did bad things this season I can 100% understand why she was just so damn tired with everything

#tua #tua spoilers

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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That Shirt

Klaus Hargreeves x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2083 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader and Klaus decide to get married, but they run into a few issues, only remedied by his unique wardrobe

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You knew it was crazy.

The idea that you had even considered getting married didn’t make any sense at all but you couldn’t help it..

The truth was that you loved Klaus, more than anything in the world, and when people loved one another, they got married.

It was what normal people did, what you would have done if Reginald hadn’t turned you both into some kind of vigilante superhero squad.

All things considered, it was probably the most mundane thing you’d do in your life.

Still, that didn’t mean everyone else in your interesting little family was so keen on the choice you were making.

Of course, they were shocked by the announcement of your engagement, but you didn’t really think it was going to be as big of a deal as they were making it. You were both adults, and only related as far as your adoption went..

It wasn’t hurting anyone.

...but given the fit Allison was currently throwing, you would have thought you had suggested that you end the world, again.

“I just can’t see you going through with it. I mean, Klaus?” she repeated, for what felt like the fifteenth time since you got here. You wanted to go impromptu dress shopping, seeing as you wedding was in two days, but she wasn’t having it.

Instead, all she wanted to talk about was how bad of an idea getting married was, and the worst part was, if you were her, you would have been doing the same thing.

You knew Klaus, and you knew better than anyone how flippant and strange he was, but you weren’t a child. You knew what was best for you, even if it didn’t make sense to anyone else.

Even if it didn’t make any sense to someone as close to you as Allison.

You understood why she was doing this, why she was your biggest critic, but you also couldn’t make your every decision based on that. You had all lived your entire lives like that thus far, and it wasn’t worth it.

By this point in your life, you wanted to be able to make the choices your father had taken away from you all for so long.

“I know it’s not the choice you would make for me, but I could say the same to you. Like Luthor is such a prize” you shot back, using her crush against her as you so often did when she tried to tease you about Klaus.

She thought this was so strange, but you both knew that sometimes these kinds of things didn’t make any logical sense.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about-” she tried, as if she hadn’t been the one to start this in the first place.

All you wanted was to marry the man you loved, and Allison was the one trying to force cold feet on you.

“I do, actually, and every day, I wish you could accept it” you sighed, turning around and leaving the way you’d come without much more in the way of an order.

You loved Allison and you knew that at some point, she would come around. Until she did, you were just going to have to go find a dress yourself.

...unless, of course, there was another way.

There was always one place you could go when the rest of the world felt like it was against you. A place that wasn’t much of a place at all.

“Woah there, why the long face?” Klaus cooed, rolling over in bed the second he heard the door, open and close in succession, followed impressively closely by a heavy sigh from you.

You had that far away look on your face, the look you got when the world made choices for you that you didn’t agree with.

Not that figuring that out was the hard part.

“Oh nothing, I just found out that Allison doesn’t think we should be getting married. So, it must be a tuesday” you grumbled, flopping down on the space on his bed Klaus had made for you, having already anticipated your deflating into him.

There was no good reason a man like him should have been so good at reading you, and yet, even with his brain scattered five ways from Sunday, he could crack you open like a book.

“It’s okay honeybunch, I still think getting married is a great idea” he allowed, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he did his best to focus on actually making you feel better. The two of you knew this was going to go down this way.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out was why you cared so much.

You had never worried about the opinions of your siblings before.

“I’m not kidding, Klaus. What if it is one big mistake?” you sighed, ignoring the soft kiss he pressed to your forehead as you further retreated into his frame, rather than focusing on the disaster that surrounded you.

You were supposed to get married in two days, and so far, you didn’t have anything.

The two of you had decided to have your wedding in the backyard of the manor, so it would be small and private, but even then, there was still so much that had to be done. There had to be food, places to sit, and a dress.

You still needed a dress.

“We aren’t ready for this” you muttered, your words buried so far into his chest that you weren’t even sure that he had heard them but the more you thought about it, the more you hoped he hadn’t.

Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t a mistake.

You knew that marrying Klaus was the only thing you wanted to do, and that it was going to make you happy.

...and thankfully, Klaus knew it too.

Even after all these years, there wasn’t anything you could hide from him.

It was clear to him that the stress was getting to you, and because of that, Klaus made up his mind. This was one of those times when it was his job to take care of you like you had taken care of him a million times over.

After all, he was going to be your husband pretty soon and husbands didn’t let their wives stumble into nervous breakdowns.

“Okay, get up grumpy. I’ve got an idea” he prompted, all but rolling over you to stand up. You were going to get a dress with Allison, but given the circumstances, it seemed she wasn’t going to be joining you.

Instead, the man in front of you was going to use every bit of fashion prowess and skill he had to figure something else out.

All he had to do was get you up out of bed.

“There’s no point. I doubt anybody's even going to come”

Those words were little more than another groan from your throat, this time flowing seamlessly into the fabric of Klaus’ sheets. Evidently, since everyone else thought your getting married was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t worth throwing a big party.

Maybe it was stupid.

You weren’t children anymore, and the idea of a big white wedding was one that seemed sort of out of place for you. If your father could see it now, you were sure he would lock you in your closet.

He hadn’t raised you to get married, or care for anyone in the first place.

Not that he managed to actually raise you to do much of anything.

“What if this whole wedding is just to get back at him? What if it’s one big mistake?” you repeated, your voice just as small and uncertain as he could have expected when you did manage to raise your head from the mattress.

However, as much as Klaus wanted to rush to your side and convince you of just how wonderful an idea this was, it wasn’t going to make a difference.

His words weren’t going to make you feel better. Klaus knew that if he was going to make a real difference, if he was going to convince you that this was what you should be doing, it was going to take something bigger.

Something grander.

Thankfully, before you could wallow anymore in your upset, Klaus found exactly what it was he was looking for.

“Hold that thought, for one second” he prompted, leaving the room for just a second with the garment he’d been searching for tucked under his arm, hidden from your curious gaze.

You had no idea what he could have had going on, or why he wasn’t taking this more seriously but you knew Klaus well enough to know that there was no stopping whatever off the rails thing he had in mind.

It would just be better to let him do his thing, and maybe, he may even help you figure this out by the time he’s done.

He did have a habit of surprising you like that.

“Here! If I wear this, no one will pay any mind to what you’re wearing” Klaus teased, entering the room again with a start, a smile so wide there that you feared he may physically tear the flesh of his handsome face.

After so many years with Klaus, you had learned not to be shocked by anything he brought to the table.

That being said, you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking a little bit at the dress shirt Klaus was currently wearing, waiting for your input.

It was quite the shirt, flowy with an ornate pattern in emerald green and black, finished with a red-orange trim.

“That actually works quite nicely with your complexion” you shrugged, only standing when he offered a hand to you, the cuffs of that shirt flapping as he moved in a way that brought a smile to your face.

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to remember who frustrated and flustered you were, that garment had to have been the most hilarious thing you’d ever seen.

“I sure hope so, this is my nicest outfit” he defended, shooting you a wink that let you know this was his plan all along. Always the clever jester, he knew it would be better to distract you than to let you wallow in your own self-pity.

You wouldn’t have looked at it as something to get married in, not at first, but the more you studied the truly hideous shirt, you understood just what he was getting at.

Klaus was quick enough to pose it as a joke, but the point behind his actions was loud and clear to you. As long as the two of you were together, it didn’t matter who was there to witness it or if you were wearing a potato sack.

Marrying the man you loved was the most important thing, and if he wanted to get married in something like that, you would happily stand by his side.

“I love you” you gushed, barely holding back a cheek-splitting grin of your own as you admired the beautiful disaster in front of you.

Klaus had always been the most authentic, raw person you had ever had the privilege to know and the fact that you were lucky enough for him to love you as you loved him was all you should have been thinking about now.

Your wedding was supposed to be one of the best days of your life, after all.

...and, even though it wasn’t here yet, you knew that it would be as long as Klaus was by your side.

“You love the shirt, but I’ll take it” he grinned, reaching down to capture your hand in his own before leading you back toward the entrance of the room, his focus set on something that you couldn't have hoped to predict on your own.

Not that you got a chance to ask him to tell you before he took it upon himself to fill you in.

After all, there was still a problem at hand, even if he had managed to put it into perspective for you.

“We still have a little bit to do before this shirt and I can make you our wife” he teased, only further proving to you that this was the man you wanted to marry. Only Klaus could talk about his shirt like its own entity.

To be fair, though, there was nothing more you wanted than to be the Lady Hargreeves, floral shirt or no.

#klaus hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #tua #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x ps reader #klaus hargreeves x plus size reader #klaus hargreeves imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy x ps reader #the umbrella academy x plus size reader #the umbrella academy imagine #tua x reader #tua x ps reader #tua x plus size reader #tua imagine #number 4 #The seance

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After we graduated (2)

Pairing: Stiles x female reader

Characters: Stiles, Lydia

Word count: 1,6k

Warnings: please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language

Masterlist

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Stiles inhales deeply and licks his lips. He looks at this beautiful baby girl and starts to see some similarities between him and Claudia. Claudia has Stiles’s eyes and some of his behaviours.

“Ok little one, It’s getting late and that means you have to go to sleep” says Stiles and takes Claudia in his arms. He goes to her room and lays her down to her bed.

"Can you find my rabbit? I can't sleep without it.” Says Claudia looking at him with exactly like his puppy eyes. Stiles looks around trying to find a little plushy rabbit. Instead of that he notices a picture. He frowns and gets closer to see that one particular photo. A huge smile appears on Stiles’s face. It’s a picture of the whole pack right after graduation which he believes Coach took. He smiles to that memory.

Next to that he notices one pink rabbit.

“Found it sweetie!” Says Stiles and gives it to almost sleeping Claudia. He kisses her on her forehead and leaves her room.

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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Says Stiles right after you enter the living room. You frown, not understanding what he means.

“Claudia. Is she my child?” asks Stiles with some frustration in his voice. “Is she mine? Just tell me Y/N!”

“Cool out.” You whisper “you are going to wake up Claudia”.

Stiles’s chest is rising rapidly as he looks at you. He’s breathing faster and faster in anger and frustration.

“So that’s true. She is my child. SHE IS MY CHILD AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?” yell Stiles.

Claudia comes downstairs and looks at you and Stiles sleepy.

“Mommy, why are you both yelling?” She asks.

You give Stiles a death stare and run to Claudia. You kiss her on the forehead.

“It’s nothing, baby. We are so sorry that we have woken you up. Go to your bed and I will be there in a minute sweetie pie” you say. Your little girl does as you told her and goes back to her bed.

“Look what you have done.” You say angry.

Stiles bites his lips and closes his eyes.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be around you right now.” He says and you can’t help but notice some tears in his eyes as he leaves your house.

You cover your face with your hands and take some deep breaths to calm yourself. You feel your throat slowly tighten. You take one more deep breath and finally go to Claudia’s room. You push her doors just to see your little angel peacefully sleeping holding her pink rabbit. You smile a little. She seems so peaceful and innocent and somehow she’s still a little devil in the morning… just like her father.

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After a few weeks you finally find courage to call Lydia and tell her everything “Lydia, has Stiles been calling or texting you?” you ask her hoping that Lydia would say yes. Claudia has been asking about Stiles since the next morning when she asked you why you both have been yelling at night and since you can’t lie to her because she’s smart just like her dad, you finally confess the truth crossing your fingers for the good ending and her being understanding even though she’s just a kid and she shouldn’t have been through that.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but no. He hasn’t been talking to anyone after he found out” says Lydia “I’m really sorry that I can’t be there with you and Claudia. How's the little angel holding up since you told her?”

You put your phone on speaker and unpack your groceries.

“Well, she’s been a little quiet since then but I feel like she understands why I haven’t told her nor her dad about everything. She’s just six but you know how smart she can be. I just hope it wouldn’t cause any trauma because I never really wanted that to happen.” You say and sigh loudly. You hear Lydia saying some things about Stiles but you don’t listen to her because of that sudden memory that appears in your head and holds onto you tightly.

“Lydia, I gotta go” you say and hang up.

“OMG Y/N I CAN’T BELIEVE I GOT TO THE FBI'' says Stiles looking at you. “I mean yes I know it would be far away from New York City but we still can be in touch. That's easy. Me, you, Scott, Allison, Lydia and Isaac we would all stay in touch and it would be amazing. We could hang out and do some things and I could tell you about some cases and…” he says out of his breath. You just giggle a little seeing little sparks in his eyes. He is truly happy. You feel tears in your eyes as you watch Stiles calling to Scott to get the whole pack together. You bite your lips and wipes tears away. Even though you are so happy for your friends, all you can feel is fear. You don’t know what the future will look like and how to be a single mom. Yes, you could tell Stiles but it would definitely end everything. He’s so happy and you want him to stay that way after everything that has happened and after the void you can finally see true happiness in his eyes.

You shake your head just like you are trying to get that memory out of your head.

Stiles still hasn’t called even though you left him a couple voicemails hoping that he would listen to all of them and somehow appear in your door ready to listen to you but that didn’t happen. It was all just in your head. Your head was messing up with you and it was slowly killing you. You sigh and sit on the couch trying to distract yourself by watching a stupid movie about some teenagers trying to not to fall in love. You frown a little as you hear the doorbell ringing. You didn’t invite anyone so it seems even weirder to hear your doorbell ring. You get to the doors and open them. You hear your jaw loudly dropping to the ground.

“Stiles” you say still pretty shocked. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my daughter and you. I got a present for Claudia.” he says and gives you a box of Claudia’s favorite cereal and a big teddy. You thank him and invite him inside.

He kisses you on the cheek and sits on the couch. “Claudia, there’s someone to see you” you yell to get your daughter downstairs. Claudia runs as fast as she can downstairs and freezes in shock. “Daddy!” She screams and runs to hug Stiles. He smiles and takes her to his arms. He gives her a little kiss on the forehead and takes her on his lap.

“I got you something” he says and gives Claudia those presents. “Thank you Daddy” says Claudia and hugs him tightly and then runs to her room to introduce her new teddy to other toys.

“So I am ready to talk. Tell me everything” says Stiles and looks at you. You nod and bite your lips. You take a deep breath fighting some tears that appeared in your eyes. “When I got pregnant I didn’t know what I should do. I felt hopeless and I was so scared because I already knew that I won’t tell you and I know it sounds extremely selfish and you have every right to be mad at me that I haven’t told you, but you did not see yourself. Stiles I love you and after everything that we have been through. Every damn supernatural creature and after the void you seemed so happy that you got to that FBI program and I knew I couldn’t tell you because you would stay and miss that opportunity. I’m so sorry that I made that decision. I know it was irresponsible and selfish and I know that I fucked everything up by telling everyone except you. I’m really sorry” you say with a shaking voice. After that it is silent. You feel your heart beating rapidly as you start bawling your eyes. Stiles gets up and takes you in his arms. He wipes away tears from your face and hugs you. “I’m not mad Y/N. I know that you have made that decision because you had some reasons. I was mad and shocked and frustrated when I found out because I always wanted a kid and you know how much I loved you. How much I still love you. Y/N you are my everything and you will always be. You and Claudia. I love both of you and I’m ready to take every responsibility for my actions and I’m ready to be a dad. I want to be a dad. A good one. And of course I wanna be with you. I never stopped loving you.” he whispers in your ear and leans to kiss you softly. You smile through that kiss and place your hands on his cheeks just to kiss him more passionately.

After you graduated you didn’t know what your life would look like in the next 10 years. You were extremely scared and hopeless. But after all, you got your happy ending with the most precious angel that you could have and the most amazing husband that you have ever dreamed of. You were happy that Stiles found out about Claudia because your life as the whole family just started. In that moment when you said “I do”. It changed everything. Claudia changed everything.

And that’s what happened after we graduated...

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popanalysis99 · 3 years

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Toxic Men in TV Series who are the absolute worst.

(TW: R*pe and Sexual Assault)

While there are some men who seem to be interesting, let’s not deny the fact that there are most male characters who act like their “toxicity” is cool but honestly, it’s horrible and something not to root for. So here are the toxic male characters who are the absolute worst, excuse my misandry:

Kevin McRoberts - Kevin Can F**k Himself

We had to start somewhere from the bottom of the underworld. A recent entry on this list, Kevin is the lead character Allison’s husband who...let’s just say has the brain of a dumb frat bro who is extremely high on pot and hasn’t recovered since then. While most of the sitcoms in the past would portray these so-called goofy and dim-witted husbands as “big fun” and lovable, Kevin is not like that, at all. In this anti-sitcom nightmare, Kevin literally believes that the whole world revolves around him. He plans such stupid unrealistic schemes to seize the day, recklessly spends the savings on stupid irrelevant sports merchandises and doesn’t even let Allison have her own agency outside of his life. Plus he is so petty and spiteful to the point he destroys one good thing that any of the women in the series have, like Allison’s dream job and Patty’s love life. And that latter was because she didn’t bring him a burger! All of this makes him look less funny and more tyrannical. No wonder poor Allison got spurred into wanting to kill him.

Ross Geller - Friends

Ross may seemed like a “nice guy”, but let’s just agree it was a facade. Ross believes that he knows what’s best for the women he dates in the series and thinks he is superior and is always right about everything. He is seems extremely disturbed over the fact that his ex-wife, Carol is a lesbian and is jilted towards her current wife, Susan and snarks at the latter for it. And then there is her extreme control and jealousy towards Rachel, especially in her career. While Rachel is no saint either, Ross jumps to the conclusion that the man who got her a perfect job wants to sleep with her, then goes out of his way to humiliate and mark his territory on her and even if it’s revealed that the said guy has a girlfriend of his own, Ross still doesn’t abandon his theory, unless he believes that the guy is cheating on his girlfriend with Rachel. And then there is the fact that he joined his student girlfriend on a spring break just to have her all to himself, not caring about the fact that what if one of his students or colleagues would’ve seen him on TV with her and that could’ve put him in a huge scrutiny.

Joe Goldberg - You

The show is basically built around how toxic Joe is, but this didn’t stop him from having his own fanbase apparently, with most of them glossing over his actions. But Joe is not a dream boyfriend at all. Once he sees a woman in front of him, he immediately gets obsessed with her and believes she belongs to him and him only. And to achieve that, he stalks her, he checks everything about her, kills people he believes are harmful to her when he himself is the same and when the woman finds out about him and rejects him, he kidnaps and kills her and the cycle begins again.

Chuck Bass - Gossip Girl

What is it with the teen drama industry’s obsession with the “Bad Boy who can be redeemed with love” trope? Chuck Bass is “the bad boy” of Gossip Girl. If his attempted rape of Serena and Jenny didn’t give fans an indication that how deranged he is, his violent and emotional abuse of his girlfriend Blair cements him as this. He slut-shamed women around him, hit Blair once and even traded her for a hotel ownership and somehow he gets a happy ending with her at the end! What?

Nate Jacobs - Euphoria

Nate is a star quarterback of his high school football team and seems like he has it all, but underneath, he is fucking deranged. His untamed manly rage causes him to physically and emotionally abuse his girlfriend Maddy and blackmail Jules, who didn’t do anything wrong but just sleep with his father, which makes me think that Nate is blackmailing her into lying to the cops about his assault on Maddy when she wasn’t even there when it happened just because it’s fun for him. Honestly, I’d like to see the imagine Rue and Jules had of killing him become a reality someday.

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Just because the show is named after him since he is the protagonist, doesn’t justify his actions. Dawson sees himself as some sort of a Nice Guy hero who believes he is entitled to everything. He has this extreme view on women and how they should fulfil his fantasies of his Rom-Com world. He is extremely critical of Jen when he finds out about her promiscuous past and tells her that she should be ashamed of herself for it, and gets jealous when his two best friends Joey and Pacey begin dating. And when he was briefly in the movie business, he was a rookie but was already a primadonna with the director and crew of the movie was working on and insulted a film critic for criticising his movie which was actually bad.

Kilgrave - Jessica Jones

Kilgrave is the main villain of the Marvel-Netflix series Jessica Jones. He becomes obsessed with the titular heroine when she breaks off from his mind-control. Before that, he spent years treating her as his sex slave and raping her constantly, which left her traumatised. He begins to stalker and believe it will be a “lover’s reunion” when he will see her again someday. He manipulates and brainwashes everyone around him to his whim and treats most women as objects but despite all that, sees himself as the good guy of the situation. Even after Jessica finally gives him his just desserts, he still haunts her everyday.

Fernando Vera - Mr. Robot

This spawn of satan is the reason why I decided to write this list in the first place. Where do I even start? He is first introduced into the series when he forces Shayla to go on a date with her and later rape her. This is what causes the misandrist vigilante Elliot to sell him out to the FBI and this apparently turns on Vera and moves his unhealthy obsession to Elliot. He has Shayla killed when he tricks Elliot into breaking him out of prison, then returns to have him all to himself by kidnapping his therapist Krista and forcing information out of her about Elliot so that he could “break him and build him back up”, like a fucked up version of The Taming Of The Shrew. He psychologically abuses Elliot into remembering being sexually abused by his father as a child and proceeds to gaslight him into thinking that he was just helping him. The huge problem with Vera is that he sees himself as some sort of Christian Grey who believes that his abuse towards both Shayla and Elliot is charming. Whenever someone failed his desires, he immediately gets bored of them and moves onto someone else, like when he got Shayla killed and moved onto Elliot. That’s why it felt so cathartic when Krista killed him.

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Apparently, he is Tate Langdon and he is...hot?? While most of the AHS fans glorified him due to his emo bad boy nature, let’s not forget the fact that he was a school shooter who murdered innocent students and staff and was in general possessive and toxic towards Violet. So no way he is boyfriend material!

Don Draper - Mad Men

Don Draper was the main protagonist of Mad Men. He was an advertisement and marketing executive who had a lot of vices and did a lot of horrible things such as cheat on his wife and treat almost every women and colleagues like crap.

Dexter Morgan - Dexter

While Dexter might seem like the serial-killer killer, there are a lot of things about him which are unadmirable. He gaslights those he is close to so that they could get off his back, obstructs evidence pointing out to him, captures those who didn’t even fit his victims like Doakes and caused the deaths of LaGuerta, Rita and finally his sister Debra. Yeah I think you should stay away from him.

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Aaah..the worst of the worst. Walter White is the protagonist of the series Breaking Bad. He first starts off as a pushover high school teacher who isn’t respected by anyone. When he gets diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he gets into the meth business so that he could support his family, but we all know that it’s not true. He relishes on the power and glory from being a drug dealer and then kingpin and because of that he ends up abusing both Jesse and Skyler, emotionally abusing and selling out the former to the sadistic Nazis and raping the latter several times. He is so petty and spiteful that he kills anyone insulting his ego, just ask Mike. And even after all this, he still claims that it’s all for his family. Like what?

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Im sorry he SACRIFICED HIS KIDS?! WHY?!?

JHGFDFGHJ OKAY SO I'M GONNA SAY THE FULL STORY SO BUCKLE THE FUCK UP

Allison has two dads, Christopher Cassitone and Adam Evelyns, Christopher is the mother fucker we're gonna be looking at (he's a priest). When he and his husband had Allison it was because they both truly wanted her. However, as Allison grew up he started to become obsessed with the idea that Allison was this angel that was going to end the world and restart it, that transformed into the idea that ANY child he had would have some godly powers, and even though his husband really didn't trust his intentions, they adopted three more children anyway (because Adam is a good dude who wants to help out some kids). As they all grew older Christopher was able to get the rest of the church on his side and they decide the way to "unlock" their powers was to kill them. Resulting in the deaths of Eve and Gabriel. Raphael was going to be killed but gets lured to a pub and (even though poor boy was like,,,8) gets forced to drink and torn limb from limb by people who wanted a piece of his holy body. Allison was able to stay alive by the fact that Christopher really did love her as his daughter and because she was older she could protect herself. During this Adam sorta just bails on them, which leads to Allison hating both of her dads.

#religious iconography tw #child death tw #hey keep in mind I have zero clue about christianity #GOD THIS IS A LOT MORE FUCKED WHEN I WRITE IT DOWN IM SORRY #my ocs #allison cassitone #king's misery

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it-was-summer · 4 years

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Sudden Desire (Five x fem!reader)

Requested: yes!!!!!

Plot: Could I request a Five X Reader where the reader is the next door neighbor (her parents wanted to keep her but still wanted her to master her powers) and she sees Five leave the house before he time travels for the first time maybe she like trips into him and are both teleported (sorry just wanted to help w/ backstory) but anyway they fall in love in the apocalypse but when they get back she is worried that he won't pick her cuz he has other options you know given that they aren't the last people alive anymore. I hope that you like it! @andreasworlsboring101

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Loving. That was the first word that came to your mind when you thought about your parents. They loved you with every bone in their bodies, even if you were some freak of nature. Maybe it was because they decided to keep you, your mother was in her late twenties and already trying for a baby, so to her you were viewed as a miracle instead of something alien.

She wanted you, but she wanted you to be able to have a purpose. That was clear, even early on.

Wind blew through your braided hair as you pushed the gates to knock on the Hargreeve’s door. Not having the pleasure of being one of the numbers that lives there, you always felt out of place. It was for the better that you were being trained to be contained. Trained to have a purpose. Being trained so you could feel better about yourself.

Maybe it was because you knew something was unnatural about you or maybe it was because your little power was a destructive one. Pyrokinesis, one little snap from your fingers and a dangerous little fire would sway in your palms. Sir Hargreeves took great pleasure in your power and always made a backhanded compliment about how wonderful it was to be so dangerous. That just didn’t sit right with you.

Luckily enough you never had a hard time controlling your powers and being that you were so scared of them, you never abused them. So here you were sitting with Ben in the kitchen, watching Five make a marshmallow and peanut butter sandwich. “Why wouldn’t you toast the marshmallows,” you watched Five disappear in a flash a blue before you continued “, or just use marshmallow fluff?” you questioned, sipping on a glass of water.

“Marshmallow fluff,” Ben hummed with interest, earning an agreeable nod from you as Five let out a small sigh.

“Doesn’t taste the same,” he spread smooth peanut butter on bread with a frown “ Why are you two in here anyway?”

“Dangers of a feather stick together.” you said with a playful giggle, earning a side eyed glare from Five. “I know that's not how the phrase goes,”

You sat on the window sill with a thin blanket wrapped around your torso tightly in a desperate attempt to stop the shiver that was going down your spine. You head tilted up as you heard a gentle thump in your bedroom, and yet you remained unchanged. You knew who it was.

“Five,” you muttered softly as you moved your head to stick out of the window, letting wind style your hair and cold grace you with a smile.

“You’re going to get sick.” he sat next to you on the bench with a soft sound of annoyance.

“Worried?”

“Only when you get that look in your eyes.”

You turned your head quickly to look at him with a laugh. “What do you mean? What look in my eyes?” you questioned, inching closer with rosy cheeks from the cold.

He waved his hand and mumbled incoherent nonsense before saying “You know that look you get, like you are miserable.”

“I don’t get that look in my eyes,”

“Okay, sure.” Five scoffed gently as he leaned out of the window. You frowned slightly before copying his actions.

The next day you couldn't help but notice how Five was watching you during training, whenever you would catch him watching you he would smile before zapping away. Allison shared a look with you sharing an unspoken question ‘What’s going on there?’ That question did seem daunting, however you decided that it was better to not say it out loud, so back to training you went.

You were running late. You had to be at lunch with the Hargreeves, but you ended up sleeping past your alarm. You were rushing to get dressed appropriately, combing your hands through your hair nervously as you finally stepped out of the door only to crash into Five. He groaned, looking over at you with a look of sudden guilt. “Five,” you said his name in relief, thinking he was on his way to come and get you. He turned on his heel very suddenly however and started to run. Panic flooded your veins as you started to run after him, a terrible feeling filling all your senses.

You reached out once you caught up to him, touching his shoulder before the two of you disappeared in a terrifying flash of blue. Then again, and again, and again, till there was nothing to teleport to but fire.

It was everything that controlled your nightmares, everything that tormented you in waking life as well. There was not a person to be found, the ground was decorated with black soot. Your face heated up rapidly as you let out a scream, allowing Five’s arms to wrap around you tightly as you dropped down to ground to the sound of soft “I’m sorries” in your ear.

You knew he didn’t show it as often as you did, but you could tell he missed his family. You assumed he probably even missed his father, he wanted to go back so back. He was working so hard. The worst thing was how he looked at you, he would look at you with a look that screamed agony. You sometimes would fill with such rage that you wished that you would have stayed asleep that day, but then you can't help but think about how lonely Five would be. He had lost his family, but at least he had you. You had him.

You could see it in his eyes when the sky would seem especially clear, you could see the anguish. At first the two of you would fight about how stupid you were for following him out of the house that day. Now the two of you didn’t fight at all, it had been a couple of years, seven maybe.

Seven years of fighting with each other, seven years of staring at each other. The two of you only had each other. It took seven years for him to make a move. It was a clear Summer’s night, if there was one good thing about the apocalypse it was how clearly you could see the stars. Millions of miles away, beautifully astonishing and out of your reach.

Five played with a faded book, flipping through the pages aimlessly before he looked up at you. You smiled as you caught his gaze. “Do you remember when we found that old record player,” he nodded as you sighed “I miss music so much.” your voice cracked lightly before you let out a shaky sigh. Five stood, walking over to you as he offered his hand. You stared down at it before you laughed “I can’t dance”

He knew that. “Let’s walk.”

“Okay.”

So the two of you walked talking about little things. You were sure that Five missed Marshmallows the most out of silly material possessions go. He laughed. Sometimes the days would be so bleak that you forgot that his laugh was so pretty. So wonderful. The two of you slowed, the dark of the night becoming so black the two of you could barely see.

You took a tiny step back as you held out your hand, fire weaving through your fingers and illuminating the two of you in the dark. “Still scared of the dark?” Five teased gently as he leaned in towards you.

“No.” you replied with a small smile. You moved your flaming hand away from his body as he got closer, his eyes dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes once more. You smiled wider as you gave a tiny nod before Five kissed you. He pulled away quickly, surprised “Your lips are so warm!”

Now several years have passed, youth faded, but love stays strong. You were happy that through all the miseries you got to spend your life with someone. Someone who loved you. Then the biggest misery of all eras made an appearance, the Handler. A stunning woman, the only other woman you had seen in years. The only other woman that Five had seen as well. She was attractive and smart. She had an offer. You were initially against her offer, so terrified of how painful your powers could be to people, but Five convinced you. He knew it was the only way that the two of you could go back. The only other way the two of you could see the others. The only other way to save the world.

So the two of you said yes. They put Five on more cases than they did you. Something you were grateful for. It had been years of not seeing people and only having Five to talk to that you dreaded that the people you actually got to meet were the very same ones you had to kill. Killing hurt you more than it did Five. He handled it better, anything to get back. You would sleep next to him only to wake up covered in sweat as you dreamt about arson. Flames covering houses, boats, bodies and lives. You were still learning how to handle it. Five was just better at it than you.

It was a case that they assigned the two of you on, the Kennedy assignment, that he came up with the plan to go back. It was impulsive, but it was just crazy enough to work. You held onto him tightly as time began to twist and warp in front of the two of you. Then, after the slight struggle, you were both children again in the backyard.

You wanted to save the world, you knew that your mind should have been fixed on saving the literal world. Fixed on something other than the house next door, but you couldn’t help yourself. Five was running around, trying to preoccupy the commission, you know that this was the best time to check on your family. You doubted that the Hargreeves gave your parents much attention. You knocked on the door lightly, breath leaving your lungs and water filling your eyes as you waited for the door to open. When it did, you father stood, gasping gently as he whispered your name.

That afternoon you learnt that your mother died of cancer a few years back. It was heartbreaking to hear how the last thing she thought about was her husband and her long lost child. Your father told you how the two of them would look through photo albums at her hospital bed. He told you that he never left her side, how he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side. Through tears you explained your situation to a man who was seeing his pre-teen daughter for the second time in seventeen years.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the world would be ending in a couple of days. You told him that you and Five ended up in a beautiful version of the future. A small white lie you said to keep him smiling. To keep the two of you smiling and maybe, with the help of you and Five, it would become true.

Now you were in Five’s bedroom, wearing Allison’s old uniform, waiting for him to come back home. It was at times like these that you wish you could see him, when your brain was eating away at you. You knew he wouldn’t want to know about your father. His brain was too focused on the end of the world, just like how yours should be.

When you were with him, you noticed something strange. Sometimes when the two of you would be on the important mission of stopping the end of the world, he would get stares. You didn’t think he noticed them, but you noticed he wasn’t looking at you as much anymore. Sometimes looking at anything but, like he was avoiding your eyes. The thought made you dirty, but you couldn’t help but think that these strangers, these children were making him realize something. Maybe he was realizing that you are nothing. Nothing but a destructive toy, something that he could easily discard at any moment. Of course you never said anything, he had something more important on his mind.

You were being foolish after all, you had been with him for years, for a lifetime. He would never leave you, but then he had that look in his eyes. He looked like he was planning something. When you asked he only looked at you, sighed before saying ‘I’m saving the world’.

You hated that language, the two of you were saving the world, together. Yet, he said ‘I’m’ as in I am. He was saving the world, you were just something to keep him warm at night. Something to make sure he didn’t get bored. Something that was so disposable, you didn’t get to be involved in his plans.

You so desperately tried to pull away from your own dreadful thoughts, but he was missing. Luther left with him, he insisted you stayed at home, that you watched his family till he got back. You knew it was an excuse to keep you safe, you were trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t because he was leaving you for something else. For someone else, but then he was gone and his siblings were fighting again. You wanted to be helpful, you wanted to keep them in place, but Diego would hiss that you weren't part of the family and you never will be. You nodded wordlessly as you left the living room, Vanya following close behind with her boyfriend who you didn’t trust much. She muttered a soft apology to you before leaving, leaving you on the steps of the house.

Now you were in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere. You weren't exactly sure how you ended up here. Tall grass surrounded you as you sat on the damp soil. You felt your core warm up with rage as you sat there. The longer you sat there, the more you felt like you were going to explode. He left you. He left you, begged you to stay home so he could leave you. He wanted to make sure you couldn’t follow him this time, because this time he wouldn’t be kissing you underneath the stars. This time he wouldn’t be muttering an embarrassed ‘I love you’ in an abandoned house. This time he didn’t want you there, He didn’t want your love, he didn't want your laughter, your jokes, your hands, your lips, and he didn’t want you.

You left out a heartbreaking scream as flames surrounded you. You started to punch the ground in a desperate attempt to get all of the rage out, the fire spewing out of your finger tips ranging from red to blue before it finally disappeared along with the field around you. You broke down crying in a burning field, ash filling your lungs as the moon shined down on your mental breakdown.

You let out sobs so loud, you were sure your lungs were going to break. You cried so hard that your eyes seemed to dry out. They were dry until you thought about how he didn’t want you, then they managed to fill with painful tears once again as you laid down on the dead earth.

Then the day repeated itself and the field was there again, but you were back in the Hargreeve’s house, silently watching the siblings fight amongst each other. You were about to speak when Five arrived in a flash of blue. Your mouth closed slowly as the lump in your throat appeared, stopping all words from leaving your mouth.

He was surrounded by his siblings and yet all you wanted to do was to pull him away and scream at him. You wanted to scream how he was selfish, how you hoped he was happy with his new person. You were so childish and so horribly invested in him that you could feel the flickers of flame swaying inside of you, dissolving the imaginary cotton in your mouth and replacing it with something more passionate. Your eyes were trained on Five now, how his body shivered against the chill wind and how he was walking around Harold Jenkins house. Then he dropped to the floor and you felt the flames flicker out, leaving you an empty husk of ice.

Maybe you were being a child. It was childish of you to assume that Five would ever do such a thing. Maybe you were only thinking rationally because he was injured. You bit your lips, picking at it so much you ignored the taste of blood that filled your mouth as you watched Five sleep. You didn’t realize how much needed Five till these past few days, there was no way he could live peacefully without you either, right? How could it all be so terribly one-sided? It had to be mutual. You watched his eyelids open and the panic set in.

Five didn’t seem to notice you till he was trying to get out of bed. He looked at you with a frown “Don’t just sit there, help me up!” he grumbled as he waited for you to move. You didn’t move through, eyes refusing to leave him.

“I need you to sit.”

“What? I need to go! We have to go!” he fought against your words, standing up with a moan of pain.

“This won’t last long,” you stood up and pushed him back down onto the bed with a frown, staring down at him with cynical eyes. So many things were racing through your mind and you stared down at him. You felt so cold.

“You left me,”

“I didn’t.”

“You did!” your voice broke for a second as you swallowed.

“We don’t have time to fight! We have to go, Vanya-”

“Now it’s we, huh? No longer ‘I’m’?” you questioned harshly as Five stared up at you confused. “I get it, the world is ending! We both know that, your siblings know that, the commission knows that, but you! You decide to work alone, I’ve been with you for years, forty-five years! That’s how many years we’ve been working together! Forty-five years of us loving each other? Then we get back to civilization and you,” you choked on your words, gasping softly “, you don’t even care about me!”

“I never said that,” he reached up, grabbing your wrist gently as he attempted to pull you down to the bed. You yanked your hand away, sitting away from him on the bed, stopping the tears from leaving your eyes. “ You know I never said that. I just,” his eyes locked onto yours as he gave you a heartbreaking smile “I was scared that they were going to hurt you. I thought that if I kept pushing you away, they would only focus on me. They did! It worked, but I guess I couldn't comprehend the idea of losing you.” he explained in a tone so gentle you weren’t expecting. You built up this horrid fight, a horrible heart shattering moment where your own personal world would end.

You opened your mouth to speak only for Five to hold up his hand with a frown “I needed to know that no matter what happened, you were going to be here. That you were going to be somewhat safe till I got back, even if it was with my dysfunctional family. I needed that, because I love you.” He reached for your hand and this time you let him take it, guilty washing over you.

“I just,” you swallowed hard and held his hand tightly “, I thought you were going to leave me, for something better, or maybe for someone better. Someone who, you know doesn’t shoot fire at people or something?” you joked half heartedly as you forced a chuckle to escape your mouth.

Five brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it gently “Leave you? For someone normal, how stupid,” you eyes filled with tears instantaneously “, wait, wait, wait don’t cry!” he said, scooting closer to brush your tears away with his fingers, cupping your face with both of his hands.

“I’m so sorry,”

“It’s okay,”

“No, no, I’m horrible. I’m so sorry!” you whimpered gently as he inched closer, kissing your redden cheeks, laughing.

“You’re okay, it’s okay. I forgive you, okay?” he dipped his head a little to look into your eyes as you nodded, mouthing a wordless ‘okay’ before kissing him on the lips, the fire returning in all of its splendor.

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sesskagarchive · 3 years

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I'm sorry to bother you, but I've read a couple of widower!kagome fics, but I can't the one I'm looking for. I was wondering if you would be willing to compile a rec list for a widowed Kagome, since I would love to see if I can find that fic I read, and maybe find some new ones too. The one I'm looking for had Kagome marry Seehomaru after Inuyasha died, because Reasons (reasons mostly being they were single parents). But I'd be open to just about anything along those lines.

Thank you for your time. I appreciate it! ♡♡♡

No bother at all, my dear! Here’s some that I could find and so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, RL has been busy!

- Admin Chie & Admin Sage

By the Sword by Miss Kagura

Posted on: Dokuga, FFnet Rating: MA Summary: Live by the sword, die by the sword." After Inuyasha's untimely death at Sesshoumaru's hand, Kagome is forced to embrace a lifestyle she never wanted, only to find a future and a goal she wants more than anything. SessKag. Status: Abandoned

Duty of the Heart by Goddess of the Moonlit Sky

Posted on: FFnet Rating: K+ Summary: Alternate Universe: He knew what he had to do. His brother was now gone leaving behind his grieving widow. So Sesshomaru did his duty and married his brother's wife. But he never expected to love her.

Even Angels Fall by MoonliteCrescndo

Posted on: Spark, FFnet Rating: NC17 Summary: After the death of her lover, Kagome must enlist the help of her personal bodyguard, Sesshomaru, to solve the mystery of why anyone would want to attempt to murder her father. With danger afoot and mystery aplenty, can romance ensue?

Family Ties by Fluffy’s Lady

Posted on: Spark Rating: MA Summary: Inuyasha loved Kagome, Kagome loved Inuyasha. Both of them loved their daughter. What will happen when Inuyasha dies and Sesshomaru comes to take care of Kagome and her daughter out of family duty? Only time will tell... Status: Abandoned

Flower, Bird, Wind, Moon by thetroll

Posted on: AO3, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: MA Summary: After InuYasha's untimely demise, Sesshomaru finds himself saddled with more problems than he cares to deal with. But duty and honor hold him firm in the new path his life has taken, even though it means that he must find a way to restore the wife InuYasha left behind back to life after she has retreated so far within herself that no other can reach her. Six-shot because evidently I can't stick to the four-shot I'd intended.

Forbidden Child by inumaru_rapture

Posted on: Spark Rating: E Summary: After the war with Naraku... Kagome is alone, traveling the Feudal Era with no will to survive--save for the child growing in her... Rated for death/angst Status: One Shot

Honor Bound by NomDePlume

Posted on: AO3, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: MA Summary: Kagome is faced with a harsh reality after Inuyasha dies unexpectedly, leaving her alone to defend their small child. Without any options left, she is forced to seek Sesshoumaru's aid Status: Hiatus

I Will Never Forget by Lady Fae

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: T Summary: The death of a loved one can be a cause to much sadness and pain. Her decision in returning to the future ends when the well is magic-less, and the one to help her is the Lord of the West. Even as a relationship of some sort is starting to form, can he deal with the fact that she cannot forget her first love? Can she adapt with him and learn to forget InuYasha? Read & find out! Status: Abandoned

In My Brother's House by Yabou

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: T Summary: Widowed once, Kagome is bound to an estranged husband with little chance at love. With a few lessons in love, can Sesshoumaru hope to conquer her weary heart? Status: One Shot

Life After Loss by Chie

Posted on: AO3, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: MA Summary: This was not the happily ever after Kagome had always dreamt about. This could not be happening to her, not after everything they had gone through... She never knew that her whole world could screech to a complete halt in a blink of an eye.

Nothing Worth Having by CaliforniaCougar

Posted on: FFnet Rating: T Summary: 10 years after the death of Naraku and 8 years after the death of Inuyasha, Kagome goes to the Castle of the West in search of happiness. What she gets is an assassination attempt, a plot to destroy the Western Lands, and... romance? One thing is for sure: nothing worth having ever comes easy. SessKag Status: Abandoned

Of the Mourning by Kagome Yuki Niwa

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: T Summary: With the death of Inuyasha she was losing her sanity and possibly her life and the life of the child growing within her womb. Left with little choice, her friends call upon the most unlikely of saviors and hope that he can prevent further tragedy by completely disregarding the consequences of his aid. A story told in snippets Status: Abandoned

Out of the Ashes by Lynn

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: MA Summary: Sesshoumaru gives Kagome back her life when she is killed. With everyone else gone, the well is closed, and the only one she has is InuYasha's son and his brother what will the miko do? Status: Abandoned

Sesshomaru and His Love by Kimberly Morris

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: MA Summary: Kagome is now a widow. Sesshomaru vowed to Inuyasha that if something would happen to him that he would take care of Kagome, since she is his sister-in-law. He would had an obligation to her anyway. Will love bloom? Or will they stay apart? Also there's also an unexpected surprise for Sesshomaru. There'll be a new foe to contend with. Who is it? Why is it after them? Read and find out!

The Fall of the House of Taisho by Kanna37

Posted on: Dokuga, FFnet Rating: M Summary: After a few moments, he murmured, "We are the last, Kagome. I felt it were best if we went together, rather than singly, and alone. Was I wrong in this belief? Would you have preferred to die alone?" 3rd Best Darkfic Dokuga 4th quarter 2010.

Whiskey Lullabye by Sesshoumaru's Fiend

Posted on: Spark Rating: PG13 Summary: *{Edited}* Brad Paisley and Allison Kraus Song: Whiskey Lullaby [Song Fic] Rated PG-13 For Suicide Status: One Shot

YASHAHIME! A Palatable Option by susie

Posted on: AO3, Dokuga, FFnet Rating: T Summary: This is me working through my sequel anxieties with my fantasy version given the info we have received thus far. For SESSKAG week 2020, day 5: horror. (and later, days 6 & 7 will be added!!) enjoy...

You and I by Reira

Posted on: Dokuga Rating: M Summary: It's been thirteen long years since the well closed. Suddenly Kagome is widowed and her life is turned upside down when a Mr Taisho offers her a job. A grieving Kagome must suddenly face familiar faces she thought she would never see again. Status: One Shot

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thedefinitionofendgame · 3 years

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two under two

Amelia X Link multi-chapter | Rated T | Canon-divergent after 7x11

A/N: Just some Amelink (and others) fluff for y’all! After all the potential wedding talk in 17x11, I decided I just had to work on my Amelink short multi-chap fic. I’m just so glad Amelia’s found someone who is absolutely crazy about her. I am so happy for her and the little family she’s made. *SPOILERS FOR SEASON 17*

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You can read this work on ao3 and fanfiction.net as well

Written & cover by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

chapter 1 - big news calls for bigger reactions

It was now or never, and even though never sounded fine to Amelia, she knew now was the best time to say whatever she wanted to say. Clearing her throat, she felt Link’s fingers intertwine with hers under the table, which kept her calm. There’s no time like the present, Amelia thought to herself. Rip off the bandaid and get on with it! So by opening her mouth, she did just that. “We, Link and I, have something to tell you guys,” Amelia said, shifting her gaze to everyone seated around the outdoor dining room table. They were outside because the weather was finally nice enough to enjoy a meal in the outdoors, without fear of being rained on.

Everyone stopped chattering and turned to look at Amelia. There was a big crowd tonight in the backyard, as get-togethers were allowed now that all the adults had their COVID vaccines. Besides Meredith and the kids, Winston, Jo, Teddy, Owen, Leo and Allison had come over as well. Oh and of course, Jo’s adopted daughter, Luna Ashton who had been renamed Luna Ashton Brooke Wilson, to honour her birth name and her forever mom. It was definitely a full house, which made for the perfect time to announce Amelia and Link’s news; the news that they had been dreading to announce for the past couple months. Not dreading the actuality of the news so much as the reactions it would bring. Just like the time before, Amelia braced herself for the responses of her friends and sisters that telling this news would bring.

Amelia paused a heartbeat too long. While Zola, Bailey and Ellis were quiet at their kids table next to the main one, Meredith was the impatient one. “Well, out with it!” She said, raising an eyebrow at Amelia. Despite Meredith’s terrible health scares earlier in the year, the blonde had bounced right back and was as high spirited as ever. She still had to take it easy, especially when it came to heavy-breathing exercises, but for the most part Meredith Grey was back to normal.

Amelia looked at Link, who nodded encouragingly. He hadn’t forced her to announce their news in front of everyone today, and had actually suggested only telling Meredith and Maggie to start. However Amelia said she wanted to tell everyone at once, to avoid any questioning or whispering that might happen at the hospital. “Link and I are pregnant again. Tada, that’s the surprise.”

The entire table fell silent, while everyone processed the news. Maggie was the first to recover and jumped up out of her seat to give Amelia a hug. “Oh my gosh!” She squealed, engulfing Amelia into her embrace.

“That’s awesome news! I’m so happy I get to be Auntie Mer again,” Meredith said. It only made her a little sad to know that last time Link and Amelia had announced they were pregnant, Andrew had been with her and heard the news firsthand. She quickly shook her head to clear her mind of those thoughts. This was not the time nor place to think about Andrew DeLuca.

Next to Amelia, Link was receiving a fist bump from Winston and Jo smiled happily at her best friend. “I’m really happy for you, you’re gonna make a great dad times two.” Jo bounced Luna in her lap. “Are you excited to have another baby friend? Maybe it will be a girl this time.”

Link opened his mouth to reply, when Zola popped up between the new parents’ two chairs. “I can’t wait for another cousin! Can I say hi to the baby?” Nodding, Amelia pushed back her chair so that Zola could place her hands on her Auntie’s belly. Amelia was a bit overwhelmed by the well-wishes; she hadn’t expected so much attention. When she had started telling people about Scout’s coming, it was only Maggie then Link then Meredith and Andrew. People found out gradually. Oh god, Link was right! Cursing herself about her baby daddy being right about waiting, Amelia tried to drag herself out of her own thoughts.

The squeezing of her hand in Link’s brought her back. Zola had moved on, and was now happily talking about the new cousin on the way to Bailey and Ellis. Scout was napping just inside, which at least dialled back the noise. If one baby was loud, Amelia was scared to find out what two would be like.

Although she was excited. Goodness, she was over the damn moon about it. The first time Link had gotten her pregnant, she had been just scared, until Mr. Atticus Lincoln had turned her whole though process upside down. He had told her he would support her no matter what she decided; would love their baby unconditionally or drive her to the clinic if she chose to have an abortion. Amelia hadn’t ever felt that type of love before, the type that didn’t matter what she chose. It only grew with the pregnancy, at least after the whole “who’s the daddy” fiasco got cleared up. At least this time Amelia was one-hundred percent sure this baby was Link’s. She loved the baby they had made together the first time, and would love their second baby just as much.

While most of the people around the table seemed surprised, Link was very much not. When Amelia had told him she was pregnant, he had raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, before telling her he loved her and that he was the happiest man alive. With all the “athletic and aerobic” sex they had despite having four kids in the same house as them, it was no wonder he managed to get Amelia knocked up a second time in less than two years. It was more like one and a bit years, because what everyone else didn’t know was that Amelia was already five months along. They’d gotten pregnant around Scout’s half birthday. Good timing on their part...not. Both Link and Amelia weren’t against having more kids but had not wanted to discuss or try for a second for a while longer. Baby Amelink #2 was a bit of a surprise just like their older brother had been.

Owen and Teddy were the last to offer their congratulations. "Well I’m pleased for you both," Owen said, speaking for the first time since the bombshell was dropped. He didn't look at Teddy, because he knew what her face would convey. They had been wanting to add to their growing brood for the past couple months, but nothing had happened. Owen didn't think of himself as infertile, all previous mishaps had proven that, so he wasn't quite sure why he and Teddy hadn't gotten pregnant yet. Although he wasn't going to complain, especially when Amelia and Link seemed to just come to terms and that's why they chose to wait so long to announce it. He had been waiting for them to come out with their secret for a while now, after accidentally overhearing a conversation between them both in the pit post-consult. Like the good ex-husband-more like friend and fellow doctor-Owen was, he kept quiet and didn’t even tell Teddy. Now that their news was out in the open, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about slipping up ever.

Chatter continued amongst the friends, and Amelia relaxed now that the focus was off of her. She leaned back in her chair and placed a hand on her growing tummy. “You’re already a hit,” she whispered to the baby inside of her.

“Damn right she is,” Link leaned over and whispered in Amelia’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. Why did that voice always make her think dirty thoughts? Probably the hormones, and also the fact he used that exact tone in the bedroom. God Amelia, get your head out of the gutter, she thought to herself.

Amelia glanced at Link. “Are you calling girl on me?”

Link shrugged, not totally willing to admit it, but he was definitely thinking it was a girl. “Maybe. Jo said it first.”

“Oh sure, that’s what sparked it.” Amelia rolled her eyes but internally, she was smiling really big. “We already have a name regardless of their gender though.”

“We do.” Link smiled and pressed a kiss to Amelia’s temple. “Best name ever.”

“Even better than Scout?” She smiled back at the man she loved more than anything else in the world, maybe even more than Scout. Amelia loved her son very much, but it was his daddy that made everything in her life good. Every single moment, no matter how upsetting, Link somehow made it worth it. Made it worth all the hard nights and the crying sessions and the struggles to stay sober. He was her everything, and always would be. Together, they would be there for Scout and the new baby. It was always going to be them, until the very end.

Link thought for a moment. “Nope, but tied though.”

Laughing, Amelia nodded. “Alright, I can live with that.” They were quiet for a moment, then Link nudged Amelia with his elbow. She turned and saw Ellis standing beside her chair. “Hey Ellie-Belle, what’s up?”

“I wanna sit with you and the new baby. Where is it?” Ellis looked around, as though she magically expected a baby to appear outside in the backyard.

Meredith raised an eyebrow at her sister, as the youngest Shepherd pulled her niece into her lap with only minor difficulty. “If you have a girl, all I gotta say is that they’re clingy and ask a lot of questions. Such as,” she turned to Zola who was standing beside her patiently waiting to ask a question. “Yes, Zo-Zo?”

“When are we going to have dinner? Bailey’s hungry and we ate lunch over five hours ago.” Zola stated matter-of-factly.

“And with boys, you get the always hungry factor,” Meredith sighed.

“Know all about that,” Amelia said, with a pointed look at the baby monitor on the table. “I swear this kid never stops eating. He’s almost getting more action than Link is,” Amelia blurts out, forgetting there was a child in her lap and four others nearby. Well, more like 3 because Allison was inside napping with Scout.

No one really paid close attention, except Link who let out a chuckle. “Always telling like it is,” he said with a smirk. Link waited until Meredith had gotten up and headed inside with the rest of the adults and the other kids, minus the one in Amelia’s embrace, before he said anything else. “I love you,” he whispered, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Amelia melted and wrapped her arms tighter around Ellis. For a minute she pretended that the small body in her lap was her own daughter, the girl’s older brother chasing after the food Bailey sought as well. “I love you too. Everyone took our surprise a lot better than I thought.”

“Of course they did. Because they love you, they love Scout and I guess they love me too,” Link added.

“They love you probably more than me. I’m the former drug addict, remember?”

“Hey, you’re still keeping your promise about not getting high. That’s all that matters.” Link placed one of his hands on Amelia’s belly, right where their baby was growing. Ellis twisted in Amelia’s lap and did the same, amazed by whatever her Uncle Link was doing. With a smile to both the girls present, he messed Ellis’ hair and then looked over at the woman he loved. The woman he had unashamedly surrendered his heart to, the woman who he would fight forever for. He had almost let her and their beautiful son slip through his fingers, but thank god his best friend told him to not mess what he had with Amelia up. She was his ever after, and it was true that before Amelia, he didn’t tell people he was in love with them often. Hookups were a thing of his past, after the gorgeous brown haired-blue eyed girl walked into his life. She had walked in, stolen his heart and stayed because they were going to be each other’s forever. They were each other’s forever.

A forever as a family of four. Because they already had Scout and a baby on the way which made them a family of four. Four was a number Link could work with, a number he sort of wanted to increase but only if Amelia wanted. He would do anything for her and vice versa. His girl was strong and brave and worked miracles everyday. If it was anything Atticus Lincoln was proud to do, it was call Amelia, his.

posting chapter 2 & 3 soon!

#amelia x link #amelink #amelink fanfic #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia shepherd fanfic #atticus lincoln fanfic #scout derek shepherd lincoln #two under two #baby on the way #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy s17 spoilers #grey's anatomy fanfic #the definition of endgame

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jemej3m · 4 years

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hi i love love love your writing! sorry if people have been asking this but ive been looking for a part three of your lawyer!andrew and neil is on trial for killing his father and I wasnt sure if I missed it or if you haven’t continued it. Just wondering thank you ❤️

well GUEsS WHAT MY FRIEND

its here!!!

(p1 / p2)

Andrew didn’t like to drag things out, but the prosecution did. They always did. It was their only joy in life, especially in appeals: tease every possible fraying strand of a case till they were three weeks into the trial and the jury was dead on their feet.

And yet, here he was, on the second day of his closing. He’d never made it to a second day: once he’d finished a closing in five minutes.

Neil had grown progressively more antsy over the three weeks, desperate for a resolution. Every time he was scanned into court, Andrew took his favourite key and slipped it into his pocket. Every time he left to be escorted back to his temporary holding cell in Baltimore’s central policing station, he gave it back for safekeeping. Andrew would hold it, the metal still warm to the touch, the teeth of the key worn with how many times Neil would run the tips of his fingers over it.

Professionalism, Betsy had warned him.

But damn it all to hell: Andrew was gone.

“Mr Minyard, if you would continue where we left off last night?” the judge drawled. Andrew could read people better than books: it wasn’t looking good. This was his last chance.

He stood up, shoved down the strange anger that had simmered beneath his skin every time the prosecution slid their pompous gazes over him, and closed his laptop. His briefcase. Put away his notes and hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his slacks.

“Your honour,” he said, with as much grace as his perpetually bored tone allowed. “This case is beyond that of my client. That much we can all agree upon.”

He waited for an answer.

The judge cocked her head. “Yes, Minyard.”

“It is a gruesome story of a luckless, loveless marriage, made for the sakes of alliances and blood money. Mary Wesninski paid that price with her life, when her husband took his favourite weapon - a cleaver - to her throat. My client was 17 when that happened. He was a minor. A child.”

He turned to the jury. “Over and over, I have rebutted the prosecution’s solitary and feeble argument that my client is Nathan Wesninski’s son. The very Nathan Wesninski who earned his name, the Butcher, through bloody campaigns and fearmongering. That Nathaniel Wesninski was destined to follow his father’s path and continue his legacy.”

“If it weren’t for his mother, perhaps he would have,” Andrew said, rocking back on his heels. “Without intervention, there’s no doubt that Nathaniel Wesninski would have been a carbon copy of his predecessor, and just as bloodthirsty. But that man -” he pointed at Neil. “That man is not Nathaniel Wesninski. Not in the way his father wanted him to be.”

“We’ve seen the pictures of my client’s torso. The bullet wounds and gruesome knifings that he earned whilst clawing desperately to free himself from his father’s iron grasp. Worse still: we’ve seen the proof of a tormented childhood, skin torn off by a hot iron, stitches from misplaced butter knives at the dinner table when Junior, seven years old, didn’t sit still enough. A crooked nose, broken three times before he managed to escape.”

He looked to the one woman who he knew would recognise this pain, this trauma.

“You should have no doubt in your minds that this man here, my client,” Andrew said, voice lowered down. “This man was simply fighting for his life. He was running from his worst nightmare, clawing desperately for freedom when all he’d known was pain, chains and despair. He fought against what his father wished for him, every step of the way. In self-defence, he rid the world a serial killer. A rapist. A man who had committed every atrocity known to humankind. If anything, we should be thanking him.”

The room had gone deathly quiet.

“Ask yourselves,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Is purging the world of a monster that monstrous of a thing to do?”

He turned back to the judge.

“My client has served his time. He’s done twice as long as he should have for manslaughter, which is the true nature of this crime. Repeatedly, my client has expressed his willingness to comply with parole measures and prove himself a functioning member of our society. If you have any humanity left within you,”

He looked over his shoulder at Neil. The man held his gaze, blue eyes so intense that Andrew nearly lost his train of thought.

“Any humanity at all,” he continued. The judge looked down at him, face blank. “You would grant his mother her dying wish, and finally let this injustice rest.”

He returned to his desk. “That’s all, your honour.”

It took her a few moments to clear her throat and call: “Court adjourned.”

Two policemen came and cuffed Neil’s hands behind his back. Andrew had done everything he could: it was out of his hands now. He mightn’t ever see Neil again, if by the afternoon the jury had decided Neil’s pleas were worthless and had him sent him right back to maximum security.

“Thank you,” the man said, just before he was turned away. “You were amazing.”

Andrew remained very still until the courtroom was empty.

Now all he could do was wait.

“The ‘dying wish’ thing was intense,” Matt commented around a mouthful of falafel. Dan flicked a crumb off his tie, looking at him with an irritated fondness. Both of them - Wymack too - had sat in for both days of his closing. Dan because she pretended she had any sense of authority over Andrew, Wymack because he was Andrew’s boss, and Matt because he was fatally friendly and had never missed a closing of any of his coworkers, even Andrew.

“The whole thing was intense,” Dan grumbled.

“I bet the sexual tension was off the charts,” Allison called out, kicked up her feet onto her desk as she ignored Renee’s unsubtle shushing.

Andrew ignored them all.

“We’re just waiting for the verdict?”

“We’ll be called in when the jury’s ready.”

“It’s been two days. They’ve dragged this on long enough.”

The phone on his desk started ringing. He shoved it against his ear and said “What.”

“Mr Minyard? This is Amy Johnston from the Post, I was just wondering if you wanted to comment on the outcome of your most recent case -”

He slammed the phone back down onto the receiver, jolting his coworkers out of their idle chatter. He was going to kill Nicky for letting the press through. His cousin was useless, and the press were even worse: there was no outcome. The jury had been silent for 2 days, and at this rate, it’d probably go into three.

Wymack texted him. I know you’re still at the office. Go home.

Andrew didn’t need to be told twice.

He careened his ludicrously expensive car into the driveway of his small home. Being a lawyer did have its perks, even if his fellows were curious busybodies and he got attached to impossible cases. He’d crack a better whisky tonight and herald in the news of him impending failure half drunk.

He was never taking a case like this again. Of course, there was no case quite like Nathaniel Wesninski’s, but the point still remained.

He unlocked his front door, stepped inside, and immediately stilled.

The heater was on.

His briefcase, blazer and tie came off, thrown haphazardly in the general direction of Andrew’s study. When he entered his kitchen, he skidded to a stop.

“Hi,” Neil said, skin far more bronze without the gaudy orange jumpsuit. Andrew just stared. The man ducked his head down, lacing his fingers behind his back. “I - uh, I got Wymack to call you in sick for the verdict. Wanted to surprise you.”

“You knew,” Andrew said. “You knew the outcome?”

“Of course,” Neil snorted. “Had to do something with the bloodmoney. Don’t worry, it was only two of them. The rest you had hooked.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Andrew said flatly. Neil’s grin flashed, but he was clearly way out of his depth here. Free and nervous about it. Here, because he thought that Andrew would be the only one that cared.

And he did. For the first time, he did.

The man gestured at his ankle. “18 months parole. It’s a bit heavy but I’ll get used to it with time, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck, curls bouncing. “Gotta find somewhere to live, I suppose. Figure out how normal life works. I’m applying for a name change: the first random name generator on Google gave me Josten, so that’s probably what I’ll go with.”

“You’re a disaster,” Andrew managed, fighting every urge not to reach out and comb his fingers through the man’s hair.

“What else is new?” Neil joked.

“You said you’d go to law school.”

His eyes widened slightly. “You’re holding me to that?”

Andrew shrugged. “It’s your life.”

“I suppose you’ll regret taking me on when I end up stealing your cases,” Neil teased, leaning a little closer.

Andrew reached up and tugged on Neil’s collar. “I don’t believe in regret. But I sure as hell will give you the challenge.”

Neil’s lips quirked up at the side, warping his scars and making Andrew’s chest ache.

“Stay,” Andrew said, softer than he intended.

And, now that he could choose to, Neil Josten, freshly minted and definitely real, whispered: “Okay.”

wow only months later did i finally figure out what i wanted from this

srry its so short!!

#andreil #lawyer!au #htgawwm au #kinda #part 3!!!!#out of 3 probably srry #:(((#unless someone inspires me ;;)#all for the game #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #the foxes #boppity boo heres content for you #pls bear with me i have like 4 wips all 15k plus but i cant stay on track with anything

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 8- The Seven Stages

Summary: Things never seem to work out very well for you, now do they? Not always true. But for the moment things could be better.

Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @2cuteforyourlies @fandomoverlord221 @la-vie-en-amour1 @thatfandombitcch If you want tagged just hit me up.

Leaning against the brick wall you watch as Luther has a silent meltdown and Five has a very verbal and physical one. Meanwhile, Klaus is still laying on the ground, messed up from Ben possessing him earlier. “Now what?” Luther asks Five.

“Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God.” He exclaims still pacing around angrily like a tiny ball of human rage.

“What? What about Allison and Vanya?” You add, dumbfounded that Five would just give up like this.

“Screw them both. They should have been here.” He snaps.

“What about Diego?” Rasps Klaus, starting to sit up finally.

“Screw him! Screw everybody! I was better off on my own in the apocalypse.” He lashes out, clearly done with everything.

“Five! Come on.” Luther says trying to sway Five back to us, while he leans a large arm against the dumpster.

“You know what, Luther? It’s every sibling for himself now. How ‘bout that?” Proclaims Five, as he lifts his arms into the air in defeat, walking briskly back into Elliot’s building, without another word.

“Did Five just get meaner?” Complains Klaus, while making a sour face from his spot on the ground.

Luther turns to you, who’s still breathing heavily and leaning against the old brick wall, “Y/N, go check on Allison, okay? Make sure she’s okay. Find the others and we’ll meet back here. And take Klaus with you. I’ll handle Five.” He requests, not looking forward to his own therapy bro talk with Five.

Pushing yourself casually off the wall, you nod to Luther, “I’m on it, have fun with old-man-grouchy-pants up there.” You add with a smirk and mock salute. Not much can hold your sarcasm back for long, and it actually seems to get worse the more terrible the situation.

Bending your head in Klaus’ direction you then fully swivel your body to face him completely. Walking yourself over and reaching out your hand for him to take, “Come on ya weirdo, let’s go find Allison.” Smiling fondly down at him, he slowly looks up at you, a tired smile on his less then cheerful face as he gives you a solemn pout.

“Get up Klaus we gotta find Allison.”

“You know what Y/N the tum tum is feeling a bit..weird...I think I’ll just stay here for a bit. Uh, you go on...I’ll catch up later.” He says while waving you off, refusing to get up. You let out a frustrated sigh, not in the mood to deal with this man-child. Without warning you grab the sides of his front shirt and effortlessly lift him up, his feet dangle above the ground a couple inches as he holds onto your arms for support.

“Jesus Y/N do I even weigh anything to you?”

“It’s like holding a bag of grapes.”

You give him the flash of a smile before letting go, he braces for the ground only to immediately touch it as you let go of his wrinkled shirt. He promptly sticks is tough out at you as he turns around and shakily begins walking down the alley, you trailing after him.

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By the time you make it to Allison’s house, it’s already dark outside, and you’re about 20 seconds away from giving Klaus a bitch slap. Keep walking, just keep walking, ignore the annoying wavy haired whiny man behind you.

“This better be her house or so help me god.” You warn to him as he chuckles behind you, confirming that this is in-fact her house.

Walking up to her porch you stand in front of Klaus, giving the door a good couple knocks. Klaus sneaking in one of his own, as you go to slap his hands away he dodges, smiling cheekily back at you. You look up at the window, catching movement and hearing the hushed voices of Allison and her husband. Also noticing the strong scent of blood in the air that’s coming from the house. You’ve honestly smelled too much blood this week it’s not even funny.

Peering through the door window curtains, is Allison’s husband who’s eyes go wide in fear once he looks upon your roughly looking face that still happens to have dried blood on it from earlier. Klaus pushes you aside to give him a friendly wave. His face shifts to that of slight relief as he quickly unlocks the front door, looking between the two of you. “Hey, Ray-Ray. This is Y/N, my best friend by the way. I’m so sorry it’s late, but, uh..” Rambles Klaus.

“Klaus, now is not a good time.” Raymond whispers, attempting to keep you both out of his house.

“Oh, We’re sorry.” He starts. Peering from around the corner is Allison who looks at the two of you in surprise, catching the attention of both of you. “Allison! Hey!” You and Klaus yell together, excited to see your friend again. You and Klaus hastily press past Raymond who attempts to protest as his words fall on deaf ears. “We were so worried about you. Thank God you’re okay.” Klaus says going in for a hug.

“What’s, uh...what’s the matter? You guys have been wrastling in here or something?” Wonders Klaus while looking at Allison.

You walk into the room behind him, where the metallic scent of blood becomes overwhelming. Looking to your left you spot the culprit, one of the Swedish assassins, dead on her couch. You grimace in disgust, “Halloween’s not for another 11 months, what’s up with the dead Swede chillin on your couch? New decor?” You ask her nonchalantly, while fully walking into the living room and giving the place a look around.

Klaus then turns to you, then to the dead guy on the couch, “Oh. Oh, I see.” He says while looking closer at the damage. “It’s gonna be one of those kinda nights, huh?” Walking next to Klaus you sigh heavily, “So are we burnin’ or buryin’ ?” You ask them, while folding your arms. Allison and Raymond look to the two of you awkwardly. Yeah, this is not how you thought today would end.

“So, Y/N...uh..rough night.” Asks Allison while pointing to her face, meaning yours. You nod, giving her a tight lipped smile of sorts.

“You could say that.”

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After an anything but restful nights sleep, here you are sat in the living room, next to Klaus on the couch. While Allison and Raymond tie down the dead Swede who’s currently wrapped in a giant carpet. “God, why are people so much heavier when they’re dead?” Allison says breathlessly while forcefully tying up the rope.

“You got a lot of practice at this?” Questions Raymond, looking a bit surprised at Allison’s comment.

You snort at that, “You have no idea.”

To your left is Klaus, who then starts talking to Ben, “It was like sex with one of the lesser Baldwins. I mean, you can feel him clattering around in there, but do you really care?” You and Allison glance at Klaus, sharing a look of amusement and disgust on both your faces. “Why? What was it like driving all this hot business?” He pauses for a second, listening to Ben speak. “Oh, yeah?” He whispers, entertained by Ben’s answer.

Getting up to assist Allison, you lean down to grab the heavy carpet as she stands off to the side. Letting you handle it considering this much heavier for her, but conveniently not to you. “Okay. One... two...” You lift it up with ease, while Raymond struggles to keep his side upward. A second later, and without warning, a bright flash of blue fills the room. Scaring the shit out of you, and everyone else. Evidently leading you and Raymond to drop the carpet with a loud thud.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, taken aback by the sudden intrusive noise. Looking closer now, not blinded by the bright light anymore you spot a strange little man and, Diego! Your eyes go wide in surprise, “Diego!” You yell, excitingly.

“Mi amour.” He smiles back at you opening his arms up for a loving embrace. You run to him, pulling him in tightly, never wanting to let him go ever again.

Pulling away reluctantly, he turns to the rest of your tiny gathering, “All right, you’re both here. All right, we gotta go.” Diego, urges.

“Diego, Jesus!” Allison exclaims dramatically, still quit surprised that her brother and another random man just teleported into her house.

Standing to Diego’s right you turn to his new little friend, as this stranger looks at you and then the others with an enthusiastic look on his face. “Wow. Number Eight, Two, Three, and Four. We almost have an Umbrella straight flush here.”

Allison speaks up gaining the attention of her husband, “Ray, this is my other brother, Diego. Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Diego looks to him for a moment before stepping up and offering him a friendly handshake, “Hey, Man. Sorry to crash in here like this.” Ray hesitantly accepts, looking more confused then ever.

“Hey, who’s this guy?” Klaus points out, at the mystery man currently fanboying over the four of you.

“Herb. He worked with Five at the Commission.”

“The Commission?” Questions Klaus, still chillin on the couch.

“We monitor and maintain the time-space continuum.” Explains Herb as you, Allison, and Klaus study Herb curiously, interred by this odd set of news.

“Interesting?” You say while raising an eyebrow at Diego, what was going on.

Obliging to your confusion he begins, “No, for real. I was just there. And Y/N, babe it’s awesome.” He tells you wide eyed with excitement. His face turns serious again, as he looks to each of you, “Okay, I got to look at the timeline. I know what causes doomsday.” You look at him concerned, eagerly awaiting his answer with anticipation. “It’s Vanya.” Klaus gets up from the couch, a worried look on his face.

“Wait, what?” Allusion ask in confusion.

“How?” You tell Diego in disbelief, walking in closer to the two of them.

“Gonna blow up the federal building at Dealey Plaza just as the president’s passing through in less than an hour.” He explains to you, Allison, and Klaus. Who are currently all circling around him, astonished by the troubling news. “We gotta find her and stop her, now.” He ends, looking at you all with new determination in his eyes.

“Wait, Vanya kills the president?” Allison questions with a frown.

“No, no, no. See, the explosion causes the motorcade to drive off. Kennedy lives. Everybody thinks Russia’s behind it, including the president.” He explains rushed. “He strikes back, they strike back. Before you know it, it’s raining nukes.”

You look up at him wide eyed, not what you would have liked to hear today. “Okay, um..” starts Allison worried . “Holy shit.” Klaus adds, while looking at the floor, distraught from Diego’s new information.

Behind you Ray begins a silent mild freak out, Allison rushing to his aid.

Diego turns to you smiling, hiding his ever growing uncertainty for the near future. “You wouldn’t believe the stuff I saw in there, it was amazing.” You smile fondly at him in acknowledgment.

“D, that’s great and all, but what happened to you? One second Lila gives you a flask and the next, you were out like a light.” Looking up at him you touch his arm lightly, a comforting gesture for yourself. He glances at it for a second before taking both your hands in his. “Then when I went to...probably punch her....she electrocuted me with some type of high powered shocking stick. It hurt like a bitch.” You tell him earnestly, remembering those unpleasant memories from the day before.

He purses his lips together, nodding, while thinking for a moment, “I know.” He pauses a second. “She introduced me to her mother. She wants us to be her second in command, for the Commission’s security team. But Lila’s not dumb, and knew you would have fought back.” He looks up smiling, “Most definitely leaving the place in shambles. So she used me as leverage, but it worked out. Cause I met Herb, figured out how to prevent doomsday, and found my way back to you.” He explains lovingly, while smiling and staring into your half worried eyes. His dark eyes flicker to your parted lips for a fraction of a second, not unnoticed by your keen ones. He then brings his hands up to your face, gently touching your skin. You reach up, ever so slightly tugging at Diego’s long hair, pulling his face closer to yours.

“I’m just glad you’re back, I had to share a bed with Klaus and he’s a bed hog. I had no blankets.” You whisper, lightly laughing. He chuckles along with you, before he softly kisses your lips. You kiss back in satisfaction, God you loved this man.

Allison returns to the three of you, a sad but determined look on her face. You nod in understanding, as the four of you exit her house in search of Vanya.

——

Walking into the elevator, the doors closing behind you. You stand in front of everyone, the cold metal doors directly in front of you. With Klaus to your back left, Allison to your back right, and Diego straight behind you. You didn’t know what trouble you four could be walking into, so for their protection, you decided to stand in the line of fire. That is, if things go south when you get to the designated floor. As the elevator ascends, Allison sighs, “I hope we find Vanya in time.” “Yeah, me to.” You mumble, uncertain for what the four of you might find. Suddenly you feel the familiar force of Vanya’s power, growing and surging throughout the building, making the whole elevator shake.

As the doors slide open, an invisible force sends you back, crashing into Diego with a strained grunt. “Ah, sorry.” You force out. You look forward noticing the blue flashing lights and the dead security guard by the wall. Blood smeared in his wake, then it hits you, the disgusting yet oddly familiar scent of blood.

Crouching down, you drag yourself along the tiled floor for better traction as Vanya’s power grows. You make it to the opposite wall, Allison and Diego following suit, now sitting to your left, their backs against the wooden desk. Klaus pushes himself forward, suddenly falling to the ground from a spark of electricity. You push yourself away from the wall and grab his outstretched hand, bringing him to you with ease.

“Question, guys. Who are we trying to save Vanya from?” Wonders Klaus breathlessly.

“The FBI!” The three of you yell simultaneously.

“But if they’re all sucking ceiling right now, why hasn’t she stopped?” He exclaims, squeezing his eyes shut. The three of you look at each other in collective confusion. What are you going to do now?

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Just want to say I love your blog. Your TUA content is lovely and I can't say what a breath of fresh air it is to find another Luther champion. The fandoms treatment of him, istg, some of the most ludacris nonsense I've ever had to read. Especially love how you point out he's ALWAYS been so sweet and selfless when it comes to Allison and her personal happiness. Anyway I saw you say you seem confident alluther will actually happen. I sure hope so, but why do you figure? The antis are so loud.

Awwwww, thank you anon, you’re so sweet! Yeah, this blog is on 24/7 loving Luther lockdown! I feel like the antis are easing up a little bit after S2 aired because most of Luther’s scenes were used as comedic relief and the faves he was clashing with (Diego and Vanya) seem to have a better relationship with him now, so it’s not as bad anymore, but I have to admit I never ever go into the main tag so I can’t be 100% sure.

Maybe you should try looking through the ‘Luther Protection Squad’ tag to find some more like-minded people? I swear there are more of us out there!

But to come to the Alluther question:

I know that the antis are loud and I’ve noticed that most of them have counted S2 as a win for them, talking about how Allison ‘moved on’ and how Alluther won’t happen but I disagree (and I will now launch into a rambly post about why lmao).

WARNING: CONTAINS S2 SALT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION

All of this is based on the assumption though that they will be somewhat consistent in their writing regarding Alluther and S2 taught me that that isn’t very likely, so maybe I’m completely wrong and Alluther will never ever be mentioned in S3, but based on what happened so far, I could see them as an endgame couple.

I mean in S1 they were a pretty big plot point so I don’t think I have to say anything about that but even though the Alluther scenes have been toned down in S2 they were there.

Let’s see what antis would say about why Alluther won’t happen:

Allison is married

And? Allison has been married before and still mentioned comparing every man she ever loved/dated to Luther. Allison has been married and she has had a kid with another guy and still Alluther was going strong.

Not to mention that the end of this season has made it very clear we won’t see Raymond again.

Raymond (and Sissy) are temporary love interests for this particular season and both of them cannot leave their timeline without majorly fucking things up - at least according to Five, but the whole timetravel rules can change at the drop of a hat - but more importantly, both of them had a talk with their respective lovers about wanting to stay in their timeline.

So unless Allison will return to the 60s (which doesn’t seem likely tbh), Raymond is gone for good.

Raymond was her true love tho! Like Klave!

I don’t think antis actually word it like this but I’ve noticed how all of them hopped onto the Almond train immediately and keep gushing about how good and cute they are and that’s great! You can ship what you wanna ship! But I think a lot of the love for this ship has to do with how it prevents Alluther from happening. If Allison is deeply in love with this wholesome man, she can’t ever like her brother.

But tbh….I didn’t buy Almond. For two people who are happily married they crumble and burn awfully fast.

And tbh, I was thinking about making a post about this so I’m gonna add this rant here but I just wanna preface this with the fact that I don’t hate them and I don’t hate people who ship them, I’m just….using this opportunity to poke some hole into their relationship.

I think it would’ve been more believable if Raymond and Allison would be in the early stages of dating while all of S2 goes down. Think about it.

They are married? After one year? I mean, as far as I know, Allison has been in the 60s for about two years - since Luther was the first one who arrived and he spent 3 years there??? But I am not fact-checking this, so correct me if I’m wrong - so she had time to get used to being there, adjust to having no voice, meet Raymond, fall in love with him and get married to him.

And considering she could already talk again it must’ve have been a while before she started talking to/dating Raymond? I don’t think a wound like that wouldn’t take a while to heal but with this show’s consistency, maybe it did.

I was actually hoping Allison would stay mute for a while longer but alas

So, they got married pretty fast imo, and you could argue that it’s the 60s but

Allison isn’t from the 60s

Allison just got out of a bad marriage. There’s like, a year?? maybe?? between her first marriage and her second one and tbh, I don’t think Allison would get married again so fast, tying herself to someone again almost immediately, especially if you consider what getting married in the 60s means for a woman and her personal freedom (it’s hinted at with Sissy but not with Allison and even though Raymond was probably a good husband who let her have her freedom and her say in things - as we can see with their movement - it’s still the 60s. Women couldn’t earn their own money. They couldn’t even spend any money without having to ask their husband. They were basically property of their husband and I can’t believe Allison would immediately jump back into being married, no matter how nice and good the guy is).

“That just means it’s true love! That’s why their marriage may seem rushed!”

Yeah true love. I also keep secrets from my true love.

I mean, I understand that Allison couldn’t start talking about time travel or Raymond would’ve started thinking she’s crazy or something - and maybe would’ve sent her to a mental institution as is his right as a husband, so good idea getting married! - but she didn’t mention stuff like “I had a child.” or “I lost my family.” either and those are vague enough to not raise questions.

I mean, she could’ve lied! She could’ve said Claire is dead, which considering the apocalypse was what they were escaping is true!

She could’ve talked about how she had a family, but they kinda lost each other - maybe talking about how they all moved away and she doesn’t know where they are now, even though she misses them terribly.

I mean, I simply can’t believe that she had to grief for her own child all on her own and she didn’t even tell her husband (and she couldn’t even properly be sad about it since Raymond and her lived together, so she probably didn’t have many moments where she could think about the future and the things she lost without the possibility of being walked in on).

And how much it would’ve meant if there would’ve been a scene of her crying over Claire when she thinks she’s alone, but alas.

Then there’s also the whole added drama to their relationship. Which was btw, so unnecessary.

@showwriters: Why do you establish a relationship you obviously want to be viewed as full of love and instead of letting it be the steady rock the character can lean on during all the already ongoing chaos, you add drama to it and let it fall apart as a side plot which immensely suffers from not being shown/explored enough.

I mean, we already have relationship drama with Vanya/Sissy and that relationship feels more natural because their obstacles are outside forces and not...one of them distrusting the other.

You know, I get why Raymond is suspicious, I totally do! I just don’t think it makes the relationship believable.

Once again, if they would’ve been in the early stages of dating and suddenly Allison’s weird brothers appear and she seems to be in cahoots with the cops, I would also think ‘???’ and it would’ve made perfect sense for Raymond to be confused and distrustful and not want to talk to Allison.

But they’re married. They’re married and they vowed to love each other in sickness and in health and yet Raymond immediately jumps to ‘Allison is a spy’.

The woman you love enough to marry. That’s your first thought. Okay.

(And if you wanna compare that to Vissy...Vanya suddenly drives off in the night to meet her family and disappears for a while and she apparently did something to Harlan and now he’s behaving weirdly and has powers….and she’s talking about taking Sissy and him to the future…..and yet….Sissy trusted Vanya).

And tbh, I was done with their whole relationship the moment Allison spent the whole night calling every single hospital, trying to find out whether her husband was in one of them - was even alive - in tears and close to breaking down because the last time she saw him they were both involved in a riot and the possibility of him being in jail or hurt is very high only to find out…..

…..he had a meeting with their group without telling her because he doesn’t trust her.

And what? He couldn’t have called her to at least tell her he’s okay and he’s gonna stay somewhere else overnight because shady shit did just go down that they need to discuss but he wants to be alone for now? That’s the bare minimum and yet he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t even call to make sure she is okay since running away doesn’t mean she couldn’t have accidentally been dragged into a brawl and hurt.

Once again: They are married.

So tbh, all I got from this relationship is the feeling that Allison simply didn’t wanna be alone in this new timeline and that isn’t an explicit point against Alluther.

Okay, but….Allison moved on! So she still won’t get with Luther!

Did she? Did she really? I don’t think so. I mean, one of the first things we get from Allison aside from ‘She’s married’ is ‘She looks at the moon so often, her husband notices and gets her a book related to that’.

That’s one of the most blatant ways they could’ve said: ‘She misses Luther.’

And Luther only. Not the whole family, Luther. If they wanted to somehow make this platonic or familial, they wouldn’t have taken the character she is canonly interested in romantically (which she is and has been since S1, no matter what antis say).

I mean, if they only wanted to show ‘She misses her family’ they could’ve added a scene where she listens to the kid next door playing the violin or sees a boy in schoolboy shorts or maybe mistakes someone for Diego or whatever, endless possibilities. But they didn’t.

They made it very clear she misses Luther and I don’t think she had a scene that shows her missing any of her other siblings in such a way (which is btw paralleled by the scene where Luther mistakes someone for Allison, which is also the only scene where he’s shown thinking about one of his siblings to the point he thinks he sees them - as far as I remember).

But that’s probably only a coincidence, right?

Then there’s them meeting for the first time. I mean, they hug and the rest of the world disappears.

They took the time to shoot/cut this scene in a way that, when Allison and Luther hug after years of not seeing each other, everyone else isn’t in the shot anymore and it’s just them. Because they tried to make this as platonic as possible.

(In comparison, Allison and Diego don’t even hug. And Klaus and Allison do hug and it’s a happy moment but there is no romantic music and it’s more focused on them being happy to see each other and not framed as a romantic scene. I mean, I have no clue regarding things like ‘motifs’ and ‘scenery’ but just watch those two hug scenes back to back and you know what I mean).

Then the scene proceeds and they talk and sit down and Luther mentions her marriage and Allison tries to apologize.

Just think about that. She doesn’t outright apologize but she does try to explain why she got married by saying how hard it was and is only stopped by Luther telling her he’s glad she wasn’t alone.

How….how can you read that as a platonic convo between brother and sister? Just replace Luther with Klaus. Why would she feel the need to explain herself and seems guilty about being married? Is it because it implies she gave up on finding her family? If so, that would be her reaction with every sibling but she is explicitly like this with Luther. She tells Klaus she’s married too, and in that scene it’s definitely a ‘siblings catching up’ moment and it’s a happy moment and she doesn’t seem apologetic about being married.

She is with Luther.

Because they both know that there’s something between them and has been for a long time, to the point that Allison is visibly jealous when Luther has other relationships (his one-night-stand in S1) and this is the second time Allison has turned towards another man instead of waiting for Luther. And that’s why she tries to apologize. That’s why she tries to explain that she couldn’t know whether they - whether Luther - would ever show up, so she tried her best to move on - but she didn’t really, hence the moon scene.

(This is also the scene where Luther could’ve been angry with her - and she probably would’ve thought he’s in the right - since during the days leading up to the apocalypse it seemed like they were slowly working towards being together - even if the kiss never happened, there’s still the phone booth scene which is basically Luther confessing his feelings - and now she once again leaves him standing alone, waiting for her to possibly return to him.

But he isn’t, he just tells her he’s glad that she wasn’t alone. Because he is the actual embodiment of a gentleman and this world doesn’t deserve him).

And this is just what I remember from watching the season once and then not really engaging with it, I can’t understand how antis can see those scenes and come to entirely different conclusions. But I guess, you really only see what you wanna see, huh?

But, but…...Incest is disguting! Even their siblings think so!

They don’t. They really don’t. There’s a gifset on tumblr somewhere compiling the scenes in S1 that show how chill the sibs are with Alluther, but let’s disregard those and just focus on S2 since they changed up a lot from the prior season and antis seem to think S2 was them finally saying ‘No Alluther’.

I guess there’s the hair salon scene where Vanya, Klaus and Allison talk about relationships and Klaus lightly teases Allison for liking Luther.

Now, he mentions Allison crushing on their brother in the same sentence where he talks about Vanya and her ‘Farmfrau’ and unless I missed it, he doesn’t change his voice. He doesn’t suddenly sound completely disgusted, or like he wants to vomit or whatever people think, so either, he thinks Vissy is as ‘disgusting’ as Alluther, or, he thinks both are simply relationships his sibs are interested in pursuing and he teases them about them like a sibling may do.

And then you have Allison’s reaction.

She doesn’t go: ‘Oh yeah, that was gross, what was I thinking’, she doesn’t make a face or disgusted noises or what, no, she tries to defend herself and her feelings.

Which tells us:

Despite popular belief to disregard Allison’s say in the Alluther relationship, she wants the relationship and she is obvious enough about it their siblings know (and Klaus makes it a point to say ‘Allison is into Luther’ and not ‘Luther likes Allison and Allison tolerates it).

Alluther is brought up while they talk about current relationships, implying Allison still feels this way (especially because the way she reacts doesn’t make it seem like it’s a long over relationship with no longer relevant feelings. But again, I watched the season once and I don’t remember everything that was said. I think this is telling enough though).

So..tell me again how everyone thinks Alluther is disgusting?

By now anon is thinking: ‘What is the point of all this rambling?’

And yeah, I am sorry for going way too into detail but I just wanted to make it clear that if the writers were intend on killing Alluther off in S2 - like antis believe - then everything I just mentioned wouldn’t have happened.

(And that’s without even mentioning the cpr scene).

Alluther did get reduced but it didn’t vanish even though they decided to completely erase other things (like Claire and Eudora who are barely or not at all mentioned or things like Kliego being very close).

This would’ve been the best opportunity! They re-meet in the 60s and Allison is happily married and takes the time to tell Luther he should move on. Or both are single and Luther tries to ask where they’re standing and whether she would like to try with him and she goes ‘This would be a mistake’ and that’s it.

(I am making Allison the one who ends things because it would be ooc for Luther to just end the possible relationship after waiting for Allison for years and there needs to be some consistency even in the mess that was S2).

But! This didn’t happen!

Alluther is more or less back where it was in S1. Allison isn’t in a relationship anymore and won’t get back with the guy and Luther loves her no matter what. And the cheek kiss seems to leave them both on a hopeful note of finally getting together.

So unless they use S3 to once again redo the show, it feels like Alluther is set up to be endgame. Like, I am getting ‘star-crossed lovers’ vibes where you’re just waiting for them to finally get together - because they just belong - but things keep getting in the way.

You could compare it Diego/Lila in that regard, I think it’s pretty obvious those two are gonna end up together too.

I have another ask about how they could get together, where I will definitely ramble more, but this shall be it for now. I hope it was halfway consistent. (And doesn’t have too many typos, I’m too lazy to check).

Also the formatting is shit but idc, I spent like two hours on this

#Alluther #tua s2 spoilers #anti tua s2 #Long post

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