I ship Kliego and so what

Diego: Aw fuck no.

Allison, standing with their gaping siblings: Hold the fucking phone - you're married???

Diego, now holding a flamethrower: Uh, yeah. Duh. Are you coming or not?

*three hours later at the hotel with five bodies surrounding them*

Luther: There's only Klaus here.

Diego, already untying Klaus and kissing each of his boo-boos better: Yup.

The Hargreeves: *stare*

Five: *smirks into his coffee*

*outside by the ambulances*

Eudora: You guys are terrible at keeping this under wraps. Like seriously, what is this, the fifth time he's been kidnapped? Jeez, Diego. You should get him a collar or something.

Klaus, wrapped in a blanket and Diego's arms: *grins wolfishly*

Diego, with his face buried in Klaus' hair: Not that it's any of your business, but he already has one.

Good omens the lost angel, chapter….. I forgot the number 😂😂

The boys arrived at Lux, we’re in business 🤣

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Years after years… here we are again.

THE INKTOBER!!!

Banshee Betty part 1

Let’s see if tumblr keeps being nice to me or not

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For the Kliego Week Prompt - Hurt/Comfort! Diego has struggled with an identity crisis all of his life and Klaus is just doing his best to cheer him up. 

CW: homophobia, homophobic language, racism

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The first time Diego realizes he’s not like his siblings is when Mom names them. 

He’s five, and he doesn’t understand a lot about what is going on, but he’s told that if he wants he can go by this other name and not Number Two. He’s not sure at first but the way his mother smiles when she says his name makes him use it. 

It takes a bit for his tongue to get used to forming the sound, like all the other words in his vocabulary but he gets there. He’s in the middle of one of his speech therapy sessions with Mom when he asks how she chose their names. 

“Well I asked your father where he adopted you all from and I gave you names from there,” she says brightly and pulls a globe from Diego’s desk. “He found your sister, Vanya, here in Russia,” she begins, and turns the globe pointing out where the rest of his siblings came from - Luther from England, Klaus from Germany, Allison and Ben both from the United States, and Five from Turkey.

“W-w-where am I f-from?” he asks, eagerly scanning his eyes over the globe, but his excitement ends when his mother looks unsure. 

“Well you know your Father, he’s a very busy man, and he didn’t get a chance to write down where he adopted you from. But he did tell me that he found you in Central America,” she continues, running her painted finger over the cluster of countries. “In Central America,” she continues, “they speak Spanish and Diego is a Spanish name, which is why I picked it for you.”

Diego just nods. He’s not sure why his stomach twists the way it does. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know how to make words come out in the right way, or maybe it’s because his name is still heavy on his tongue. It would only be years later when he looks back on the memory that it was a pang of knowing there’d always be a piece missing from him. 

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