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you turned, taking in what should be your living room. something was off. you weren’t sure what but you always trusted your instincts knowing it looked... uglier somehow. it wasn’t until you saw it that you slapped diego’s arm to get his attention.
a portrait was hung in the place of what was once five’s. instead a picture of a handsome man with dark hair and a scowl took its place.
diego didn’t have time to take it in before your siblings whipped around at the sound of a new voice speaking.
“dad, who the hell are these assholes?”
you sighed and took your time turning to face them. hauling ass from a literal war in the middle of the segregation era to the 21st century in under ten minutes makes one a little tired. just a little bit.
you weren’t sure what you were anticipating when being faced with the strained voice that was barking at your family but it surely wasn’t… just some guy.
“ben? is that really you?” luther asked.
you blinked once. twice.
“OH YO?”
you hadn’t meant to yell when you pointed at him, snapping your fingers. if anyone asked you’d blame your outburst on your exhaustion and also the fact this guy was supposed to be dead.
you looked to klaus, “that’s benny-eny-eny? benny with the-?” you poked your stomach.
your brother nodded to you laughing at your antics. “oh yeah! you never met did you?”
you shook your heard. by the time you discovered that there were others like you and managed to track some of them down the ben from your timeline had been long dead for several years. “shorter than i thought he would be.”
since your own timeline you’ve only ever felt ben’s presence after he was deceased. you’d never even seen a picture of the man. you didn’t picture him being as angry as the now fuming man across from you. you could practically see the smoke blowing out his ears.
“i am NOT short.”
klaus waved him off, ignoring his comment while ben was growing more agitated by the second, “benny bob,” klaus said before waving back to you “y/n/n, our long lost sibling.”
the tense silence that followed was unbearable, nearly suffocating all the hargreeves.
except to you. while normally you were great at reading the room but you might have brain damage at the moment. so you, complete oblivious and awkward, raised a hand and waved. “hows it goin?”
you checked out of most of the conversation onward until you caught the eye of the man who you gathered was their number one. he was tall, stupidly muscular, and very hot. marcus, you caught his name, seemed nicer than not-their-brother ben.
you sniffed after realising you’d been starring, snapping out of your train of thoughts of the ethics regarding multi-dimensional relatives.
slightly embarrassed regardless, you nodded to him like you were the only two black folk in a walmart parking lot. which was close enough to your current predicament considering most of your combined siblings were light, bright, and white.
he did nod back though, always a good sign.
you scanned the rest of the sparrows, still not paying attention to the conversation, not that you usually did. you’d become somewhat of an expert at tuning out your siblings whenever they spoke.
behind ben you spotted a bored looking girl who looked like she visibly dripped sarcasm. you watched her spit on diego from across the room; which you found hotter than you’d like to admit, almost jealous as you watched diego wipe the black liquid off his face. you vaguely wondered what else her mouth was capable of before dragging your mind out of the gutter and moving on.
sizing up the very tall, very much melting? man next to her, you decided some questions were better left unasked.
spotting another person behind their number one you nodded again, wanting to let them know you weren’t on with your hot-headed siblings antics. receiving nothing except an eyebrow raise, you almost huffed before squinting.
oh wait shit, they’re blind.
you winced, feeling like a dickhead. yeah, you definitely had brain damage.
you took in the last woman that you honestly didn’t wanna deal with. she looked like every annoyingly perky and optimistic white woman you’ve ever met. maybe a little dumber. actually, you thought, she vaguely reminded you of a female luther. the thought was what made you realise the doe eyes she was throwing in said brothers direction and you groaned.
your eyes flicked up above her head to the silver, levitating cube thing that was apparently their sibling. you were too tired to do the math on how it was a human. it’s poor mom pushing out all those corners and 90° angles. you did wonder though- what were the odds. couldn’t hurt right?
you nodded again. your eyes widened as the box tilted down and back in what you assumed was the cubic equivalent of a nod.
huh.
you heard a smack and tore your eyes from the shiny entity to see klaus flying over the table and falling back onto the couch.
“hey! you really didn’t have to do that!”
“yeah, i really did!”
you covered your mouth but it was too late as you snorted before you could stop yourself. allison smacked your arm when viktor turned to you wide eyed. you turned away from them, trying to stifle your laugh and allison shoved you. “mans flew like a ragdoll-” you said snickering into your palm.
“feeling the love dear sister” klaus spoke up from the couch.
“sorry.”
“no you’re not,”
“im not,” you giggled, evidently the only one finding humour in all this.
after that, faster than you could register, every sibling started fighting; most of them pairing off, heading out around the house to settle their beef.
the girl with the long dark hair stepped toward you menacingly, which under any other circumstance you would’ve found incredibly sexy - and to be honest, you did feel your cheeks heat up at the sight - but you knew she was definitely about to beat your ass.
“aht aht! hold on now, ion’t wanna fight you!”
“aww,” she fake pouted “did you wanna be best friends?” she asked sarcastically.
god why was women bullying you so hot? you made a mental note to find a therapist in this timeline.
“no, the fuck? we just fought a literal war with like a million furries with guns.” she furrowed her eyebrows at you, very confused. you shrugged, “plus, i just got my hair done.”
she scoffed before stalking towards you again.
okay clearly the other two, potentially three including the cube, black folk in this house didn’t fill their siblings in on exactly how important your hair was to yall but that was a conversation for another time. you were not about to go get your braids yanked like this; at least not outside of the bedroom.
you sent up a prayer for allison.
you ran backwards, dodging and side stepping around the living room, making sure to keep pillars and furniture between you two. you grabbed a picture off of the mantle - ironically of her - to block the weird sticky, black, venom this woman kept hurling at you.
“dude c'mon!” all you wanted was a shower, a good meal, and a nap. “i’m a pacifist! i don’t even know how to fight!” a lie. while you did hate fighting you could definitely handle yourself. you’re just too lazy to do so.
“sounds like a you problem.”
you threw the picture at her which caught easily. it bought you enough time to leap across the overturned couch and sprint through hallway out the door.
did you feel bad leaving your family to fight your alternative universe evil kind of dopplegangers?
nah.
you jogged a few blocks before slowing to an exhausted walk. milling about you spotted a few food trucks in the distance.
your siblings all in various states of injury, found you several minutes later, sitting cross legged on a bench finishing the last of your burrito bowl.