ᶾ allison hargreeves | the umbrella academy

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	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ⏰ Pᴏsᴛ-Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 3

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"Fair point."

She will take one last drag before letting him put it out, and slumping back in the chair. He's not wrong that she was simply behaving as she was trained. The only difference is, she knows that there are areas she took it too far.

"But there's a difference between rumoring my way into a premiere or an audition and rumoring my own kid because I was frustrated."

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He continues to toy with her hair a little as he listens to her further explain what she meant. But he still stands by what he said. And further still, "Anyone who says they wouldn't do the exact same thing to their kid if they could, is a fucking liar." He isn't trying to absolve her for something she feels, knows, has faced consequence of the highest order of being wrong. But... still. "But I get it." At least. He understands it. Intellectually. As a concept. He doesn't need kids, and he's just lucky no one has turned up and dropped one in his lap in the last decade. He's thoughtful for a moment before he drops his hand away from Allison's hair and just stares up at her, the tiniest of smiles on his face. "What's my niece like anyway? I've seen the pictures, she's fucking adorable, I know that much." He gets why she wouldn't bother bringing her home to the family. Even if they were more together and normal than they are, he'd be the last one anyone would want around their kids and Klaus knows it.

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Allison chuckles softly, her hand matching his as they smooth through his curls. they're likely tangled because Klaus's version of self-care likely doesn't include owning a hair brush, but it feels soothing, at least.

"She's ... the best. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love her." She smirks. "You'd like her though. She's a troublemaker, just like you."

Not that they all didn't cause trouble in their own way, but Claire's mischief never comes from a place of anger, nor is it malicious. It's simply for the joy of it.

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There's a brightness in Allison when she talks about Claire that makes him smile just to see it. If everything wasn't such a mess, he'd want to meet her. But... well. "I wish things hadn't been so... estranged, everywhere... I'd be a pretty cool uncle, right?" As long as he was sober at the time. He can't help the self-deprecating thought that Allison may have kept him away for all of that, from creeping along the inside of his mind. It'd be the smart thing, the safe thing, but still.

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"Yeah, you would. You'd be the uncle who would get her into all kinds of trouble, just because I said not to."

And that is said with all the fondness in the world, because let's be real. Every kid needs an uncle who will get around their parents. But she also knows the reason why he says it, so she follows up with:

"I wanted her to meet all of you. She wouldn't go to sleep without at least one story about our 'adventures.'"

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"Cookies for breakfast is totally reasonable, I don't know what you're talking about." He grins widely up at her. Yeah, he'd definitely be that uncle. Sweets beyond all measure, staying up way too late and passing out on the couch with her on top of him, probably. "Her own personal superheroes, huh?" He muses quietly, gives a soft hum that's one part amused and a lot of other parts sad. Because as much as he remembers reveling in the attention they received once upon a time, for the most part? Their lives as The Umbrella Academy were anything but a fun adventure.

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They were, it's true. Allison sugarcoated most of their lives, because she didn't think her daughter needed to know the nitty-gritty details. And more to the point, she wanted her daughter to see her as a hero. Even if she broke that trust eventually.

"Yeah, something like that." She also wanted her daughter to love the people she loved. She doesn't have to see their flaws just yet.

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"Do you think... maybe one day, when life isn't exploding in nine thousands directions, I could meet her?" He asks softly, almost like he's scared of the answer, idly twisting his fingers together.

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"I would really like that," she nods with a small smile. "And I'm pretty sure it would make her day." Just ... please be a little sober when it happens. That's all she asks.