wasn't raised religious, but i wish that i was /
having nothing to believe in, has been killing my buzz

❝ what can i get you? ❞

❝ an espresso and a will to live, please ❞

❝ you know, that camera's old ❞
❝ even better ❞

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KLAUS HARGREEVES wasn't much of a café person, mostly because he ended up getting thrown out of most of them. He stumbled across this one by mistake. After a week long bender of drugs and booze, he couldn't remember where he woke up that morning, much least reason with himself why he was banging on a closed café door at eleven at night.

His relentless badgering seemed fruitful, because a man maybe a few years old than him, clearly the owner of the fine establishment, opened the door for him. He must have figured Klaus wasn't much of a threat, considering how he stumbled and mumbled all over, or maybe it was a good soul and a tough conscience that made the man open the door to a stranger.

Shayan Nadeem, an ex Navy Seal, knew darkness, or rather, the absence of it. He'd surrounded himself with the feeling since childhood, meaning he could always tell where there was a darkness, a thick, looming inkyness somewhere near, in a place or a person. He saw nothing of the sort in the stranger knocking on his door long after closing.

Instead he saw an incredible light, one that shined from his chest like a beacon of warmth and purity. Despite the dirt and grime, the stench of alcohol and rubbish that he brought in, the huge, black cloud hanging around him like a blanket trying to suffocate him, none of it was thick enough to hide that light.

Shayan knew from the moment he saw him, that he wanted to help him, that he needed help, even if he was too frightened to admit it to himself. Neither thought they'd fall for each other in the process.

i'm not suicidal, but sometimes
the lines get all blurry

copyright 💗⋆｡ °⋆ i do not own the the umbrella academy or any characters / storyline created by gerard way. this is a purely fictional work. i only own my original characters and storylines. any attempt at recreating, stealing, copying or taking inspiration from the fic will be considered plagiarism.

warnings 🪦⋆｡ °⋆ underage use of drugs, narcotics and illegal substances. mentions of overdoses and medical rehabilitation. parental abuse, child abuse, substance abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, and threats. sexual abuse, drugging, death, gore, blood and detailed descriptions. vomiting. talk of suicide, attempted suicide and self-harm. talk of certain subjects that may be sensitive to certain viewers.

authors note 🥞⋆｡ °⋆ holy shit this fic means everything to me and I haven't even started writing it yet. I've planned some conversations and things, and they made me literally cry. took forever to find a faceclaim i like, even though riz ahmed doesn't have a lot of resources, I think he's perfect. this fic is HELLA GAY, just a warning.

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐘 ─ 2024
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