A/N: just a sweet little things for a few of the Umbrellas and their artistic lover!
Pairing:Luther Hargreeves x Reader; Diego Hargreeves x Reader; Viktor Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral reader/no pronouns used).
Luther loved the paints staining your hands. Taking your hand in his own, you seem so tiny compared to him…and he can’t help but love that a little bit. Rough fingers run across your hands, his eyes catching the many colors.
Cerulean blue, goldenrod, midnight black.
Before him is a half-finished night sky painted across the bedroom wall. It’s beautiful, something out of Van Gogh’s dreams. Leaning into his embrace, a half-smile on your face, you ask Luther what he thinks of it so far.
“It’s beautiful.”
All around the home you share, little pieces of you are scattered about. Papers covered in concept sketches, glass jars full of brushes, too many tunes of painted to be counted.
Starlight silver, murky gray, ice blue.
Luther loves all of these little things, the half-filled sketchbooks and loose pencils and paint stains on denim jeans…but the bedroom wall is his favorite place, his favorite piece. He looks at it every night looking at it, smiling in wonder at the beauty of what you had made…but it’s not as lovely as you. Nothing could ever be as perfect as his lover. Pulling his eyes away from the mural, Luther will gaze at you as he falls asleep, so thankful that he was worthy of such a love.
Diego was the only one allowed to go through your sketchbooks. It brings him a sense of pride, being the only one given such an honor…others in life had cruelly criticized your art, leaving you insecure and protective of it.
Piles of used sketchbooks lay in stacks around the apartment, black covers speckled with color.
If he asked, you would allow him to flip through the ink drawings. A weeping moon, a burning sun, strange flowers and fairies and beautiful girls.
But it was moments like this he loved the most.
Diego had stolen a brief moment of piece with you. A clouded sky hung over the city, dark and cold. Clouds trembled with a coming storm, rain gently falling from the sky. Some old action flick is playing onscreen but that’s not what Diego is really paying attention to. His eyes are fixed on you, watching you create something wonderful.
Hands flying over the page, you lightly erase the messy pencil sketch and slowly replace it with a starry sky. He recognizes the constellations on page, Andromeda and Perseus and Libra carefully carefully decorated in shining silver. You love the stars, he recalls, knowing the constellations and the stories told about them…and whenever you cannot see them through a clouded sky, you make your own.
Taking your ink stained hand in his, Diego kissed your fingers softly.
Rough facial tickled your skin, Diego pulling you closer and into a soft, sweet kiss. You smelled of ink and paper and something of mint, fresh and cold and clean. As the rainfall became heavy, he held you tight and didn’t let go…he had no clue what dangers tomorrow might bring at least for tonight, he had this.
He had you.
Viktor’s soul is so much like your own. It was your shared love for the arts that had brought you together to begin with.
You always had to have music when you were sculpting and you just so happened to live right next door to a violinist. It was his music that had brought you into Viktor’s life, every little note making your heart swell. He just so happened to be walking down the stairs as you talked to friend about the beautiful boy who made magic with a violin and, well, that was that.
Viktor fell in love and took you with him, plummeting into a messy, wonderful world unlike anything else.
Moving into a small home together, Viktor found everything he’d ever dreamed of.
Music filled the house constantly, the tow of you dancing whenever you could. His books lined the shelves and overflowed in piles, your sketches covered the walls. In the garage was your studio, sculptures slowly coming to life. Viktor came in as you were working to Danse Macabre, the music swelling as you worked to bring stone to life. Bearing gifts (two cups of coffee and a kiss), he joins you for a moment.
Carved of white stone stands a man with perfect features, a crooked half-smile and kind eyes. In his hands was a violin and a bow, carved to such perfect that Viktor could almost see him coming to life and playing in the night.
“A conservatory commissioned me to create a piece for them…and I already found my inspiration.”
Viktor felt his heart beat wildly in his chest, a smile blooming over his face. Setting his coffee aside, he pulled you into his embrace and kissed you softly. A single kiss was enough to make you forget yourself, wrapping your arms around him so tight, as though you feared letting go. Hands played with his dark hair, a soft whisper muffled against his lips.
Im hoping to get back into writing. I’ve been slammed with several 8 week college classes. Ill be writing soon I may write some Umbrella Academy stuff ♀️
