Multifandom Imagines

Seventeen || Diego Hargreeves

He's gone. My little brother is dead. All because of the mission. We're just teenagers, we shouldn't have to do what we do.

We all trudge into the academy, a melancholy atmosphere weighing on our shoulders. Father travels up the stairs to his office and slams his door behind him as the rest of us drag our bodies towards the living room.

We all reach a place to perch our hollow forms as we all try and process what has just happened.

Not a sound is made in the room until Klaus lets out a strangled sob, burying his face in his hands. This sets of the other girls as they begin to mourn our fallen brother. I simply look upon them, gaze full of empathy.

Luther and Diego stand tall with their heads faced down, focusing so hard, trying not to cry. They had to stay strong for their siblings. Or at least that's what they thought. They shouldn't have to. Our lives shouldn't be like this. Ben shouldn't have-

It isn't fair. It never was fair. It never will be.

Because we're The Umbrella Academy. We're the-

"He wouldn't want is to do this" Luther cuts the silence.

Everyone glares at the 'eldest' sibling.

"What?!" Klaus spits.
"He wouldn't want-"
"You don't get to say what he would want! You never gave a flying fuck about him!" Klaus screams viciously.
"Klaus-" Allison interjects.
"No!" he cuts her off, "None of you get to say anything about what Ben would want. You knew nothing about him."

The room falls silent once more.

The realisation hits.

He's really gone.

The voices come back. They berate me ferociously, just making the overwhelming sea of emotions even worse. Absorbing everyone's emotions makes my nightmares slowly begin to form. It all gets too much and I feel the need to evacuate the room and fumigate my mind until they all go away.

So that's what I do.

I sprint out of the room and vault my body onto my bed, barely able to slam the door as I launched myself face first into my pillow.

Laying there wallowing in self pity, trying to chase the pests away. Living with these powers has led me to love isolation. Being alone. Just me, myself and-

Diego.

I can feel his anger like the gamma radiation that the Hulk emits. The hormonal bastard.

I sit up reluctantly and stare at the door awaiting the arrival of my... brother.

"Luther can be such a prick sometimes! He thinks he knows everything just because he's number one" Diego rants as he storms in, ready to punch something.
"I know."
"He doesn't seem to see that we're kids. We shouldn't be doing this. We're already damaged we don't need to lose people." he sighs.
"I know."

Silence.

"Oh shit. I didn't even think about you. You must be-"
"Don't" I cut him off.
"But-"
"Fine!" I yell at him exasperated.

Silence.

"We're 'damaged'. Really 'damaged'. But that doesn't mean that we should get special treatment."

No response.

"We're not 'special', we're not 'different'. Just because we have powers doesn't mean we choose who lives or dies."
"I know." he sighs.

Silence once again.

Then an idea formulates in my head.

"Let's be normal, see bad movies. Sneak a beer and watch TV. We could bake brownies or go bowling... Don't you want a life with me?"

No response.

"It's like you said, why can't we be seventeen? That's all I want to do! If you could let me in... I could be good with you." I point out.

"People hurt us." I say bluntly.
"Or they vanish" he points out.
"And you're right, that really blows.But we let go.." I trail off.
"Take a deep breath" he says, clearly seeing my emotions building up.
"Then go buy some summer clothes. We'll go camping..." I fantasise.
"Play some poker!" he suggests.
"And we'll eat some chili fries.Maybe prom night?" I ask hopefully.
"Maybe dancing." he smirks.
"Don't stop looking in my eyes" I beg.

Luther appears in the doorway.

I quickly pull away from Diego's gaze and look towards the door. Luther storms through the door.

"I don't get what people's problem is with me?" he asks.
"Because you're a bit of a prick." Diego interjects maliciously.
"I'm not-"
"He has a point." I support Diego.
"We're not normal. It is our duty to-"
"Cut the bullshit! You're starting to sound like Father." I yell at him.
"Just get out." Diego demands.

Luther storms out of my room, clearly going to sulk in his room.

"Why can't we be seventeen?Is that so hard to do?!" I groan as I lay back on my bed.
"If you could let me in...I could be good with you. And we could just be seventeen" he tells me.
"If we still got the right," I scoff, "So what's it gonna be? I wanna be with you."
"I wanna be with you" he confesses.
"Wanna stay here tonight?" I suggest.
"Yeah we're damaged-"
"Badly damaged" he chuckles, "But your love's too good to lose..."
"Hold me tighter" I ask desperately, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Even closer?" he asks
"I'll stay if I'm what you choose. Not the academy. Me." I state bluntly.
"If I've still got the right." he tries to joke
"'Cause you're the one I choose" I point out.
"You're the one I choose" he confirms.

Throughout our conversation, our bodies grew closer. My arms wrapped around his neck, his around my waist as our foreheads touch lightly.
We stand so close, both breathing heavily as we stare into each others eyes.

His eyes like melted chocolate pools as I stare deeply into them, searching for the real him. Not the angry, violent, knife boy that every had grown to know. As he looks at me, that facade fades away and just leaves the true him.

The kind, caring boy that I grew close to. The boy with a stutter that held his mother so dear. The boy that was always there for me when my powers got too much. The boy I loved.

"Diego..." I sigh.
"Don't say anything please." he pleads.
"But you know he'll never-"

In true Diego Hargreeves style, he cuts me off.
Except this time it's with a kiss.

A slow, passionate kiss that neither of us want to end. Our lips move together in perfect harmony, as I wrap my arms around him tighter, threading my hands through his soft, brown hair. He removes a hand from my waist and brings it to cup my cheek, pulling our lips even closer, making the kiss harsher, more desperate. Eventually we pull away, my hand dropping from his hair to trace the scar of the side of his face.

"Wow." he breathes out.
"Let's just be seventeen yeah? Miss a few missions?" I suggest.
"If I can do that again then absolutely!" he laughs.
"Go ahead." I smirk.

He lifts his hand to my chin and pulls my lips onto his, now pinning me to the bed as the kiss got more heated. Hands travelled up and down bodies as us two hormonal teens finally felt the release of endorphins that we both craved.

He pulled away quickly to say, "God I love you Y/N"
"I love you too Diego." I grin.
"Awwwww." a familiar voice whines.
"Go away Klaus!" we both scream.
"BuT mY OTP iS rEaL! The ship has set saillllll!" Klaus squeals as he runs from the knife that Diego threw his way.