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brascu · 2 years

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alright, since I’m 100% pro Sparrow Ben x Klaus, I’ll make my case

no one asked, but, hey, who cares?

First of all, it is stabilished in season one that these “siblings” did at times had romantic relationships with one another since they were raised as in some kind of institution, not as a family. If you’re gonna yell at me, call me names whatsoever, you shouldn’t be watching this show at all.

Second, again about the “incest” thing, when they find out Lila is one of the october 1st children, they say “she’s one of them” and that they can be her family since the handler is a terrible person and would kill her. Is Diego and Lila’s relationship incestuous? nop :)

and Third, sparrow Ben, just like Lila (who is in a romantic relationsip with Diego), did NOT grow up with the main characters. He’s known them for what, a week? more or less, yeah. He does not see any of them as siblings.

And although most the umbrellas are like “nyaah I wanna look at your face cuz you look like our brother :3″, you know who is the only one who doesn’t do that after realising he is not the old Ben? YOU GUESSED RIGHT, KLAUS!

My Fourth point is that Klaus know his brother Ben is gone and says that with all it’s words in the second episode. “Ben is gone”, and that’s one of the main reasons he decides to look for his mother, because he never had a place for him, only by Ben’s side and now he is feeling alone. Klaus DOES NOT see Ben2 as his brother at all.

(I’m personally not into shiping Ben6 with Klaus, but I respect who is, as you can read why in my first point)

Now we have another thing from the show to back up my “there’s nothing wrong with shipping them”: After in season one Luther having a thing with Allison, who he grew up with, now he’ going out and GETTING MARRIED TO one Hargreeves. He’s literally marrying Ben’s sister and that’s not a big deal. It’s fast and kinda dumb? yeah, but it’s super in character and they both just hit it of so well.

Then why there are people in this fandom saying it’s wrong to ship Klaus and Ben2? Their relationship is the same as Luther ans Sloane’s!

I call it: H O M O P H O B I A

When straight people can do something but if gays do the same it’s wrong there’s NO OTHER NAME for it. And if you feel its sickening shiping Klaus and Ben2, you should feel sick about both of Luther’s romances ans just leave the fandom and the show behind lol

Now I’ll go back to defending my couple because that’s what I’m here for <3 (and if i can make you guys see how much of assholes you’ve been by shaming people’s ships, thats a bonus)

We all know that Ben is starved for recognition and being valuable and all that. And we also know he is some kind of Tsundere. But I need you to focus.

Been wants to be seen. And I’m sure he feels weird when these six people appear at his living room out of nowhere and look at him with loving eyes not even his own sibling have shown him. and when he understands he is the spitten image of someone they love, he gets pissed.

Those people want to look at him, not know him. They don’t really care about who he is as a person, they see him as a ghost. He’s there, but they’re not looking at him.

When he meets Klaus again, only at the wedding episode, Klaus doesn’t look at him as a pictureframe. Klaus finally tells him something about Ben6 and gives him support, for he is feeling lonely. And Klaus understands about lonely, that’s why he is a fucking supportive person to those around him. Just this season, he defends Lila from beeing left out, he tells Five he’s a good brother, he gives love and attention to Reginald, he looks after Stan ans listen to him. Klaus is this kind of person so we know that when he gives Ben attention, he’s not doing it because he looks like Ben6, he knows they aren’t the same person, he just wants to help.

Also, Klaus is also the only unbrella who only talks about Ben6 to Ben2 after he asks him, all the others throw comparrisons here and there.

And I believe this is the main reason they have a good time together at the wedding. Becausa Klaus treats Ben as his own person, not as Ben6′s ghost. He is not dancing with his dead brother, He’s dancing with this asshole who just showed him that he wants to be loved somehow.

You see how they’re friendly with each other, how Klaus is guiding him to be close to the others. Ben2 is not stupid, he can see that these idiots have so much love between them in a way he never could share with his powerfull “family”. We can see how he and Klaus are touchy, phisical.

Another point before I go on that I feel the NEED to point out is the fact that sparrow Ben is queer coded. The way he dresses, the way he speaks, the way he stands... He is like a “mean girl gay”. Like, the first thing he says to Klaus is a ironic compliment to his hat. And his last line in the show is “I’M OUT, BITCHES!”

Ben2 is a queer man.

And after all that “arm in arm, Klaus laying on his lap” scene, the nex time we’ll see them after they left together is when they wake up. one on top of the other lol.

They’re not sleeping together? no, but look at the semiotics of this scene with me for a second: Ben wakes up laying on top of a pool table. He is shirtless and the first thing he looks for Klaus. Klaus is laying beneath the said table, on the floor, wearing a coat that is not his (that matches Ben’s pants) and his underwear, nothing else.

If you’ve never read some BL comics in your live, lemme tell you this: many many times when men are fucking, specially in corean BL comics, the man who tops fucks the other while wearing only his pants. And usually when this happens, the bottom is wearing only his shirt or coat. Can you see where I’m getting at?

And when they wake up, they are really friendly with each other, even Ben is smiling and being sweet UNTIL, pay attention, until Klaus does the dick move of telling him he knew Ben2 had something of Ben6 in him. Ben2 gets pissed and leaves.

Later, when Luther is talking to Five, Five says “everyone was boning everyone last night”. What means more than a couple was fucking. Alright, the married couple, who else? Crazy Allison? Sad Viktor? Five, who has a childs body? Reginald? That guy from the lobby? none of those had a person to fuck and Luther knew that. “Ben hooked up with someone?” and that someone could only be Klaus. (I admit I forgot about Lila and Diego, sorry, but my point stands for the way Five said it, it was not just the usual amount of fucking. It was more)

When we see them together again, They’re sitting at the same chair/couch/wathever is the name of that thing. Klaus is leaning agains the middle part towards Ben and is in a confortable position we havent seen him doing close to Ben2. He tries to make eye contact some times, he shakes his legs in front of him. Ben is giving him the back. It’s still the lingering of the previous scene.

and that elevator scene? It’s short, but you can see the same “please forgive me, love” we’ve seen whyle Regiland is talking about the cave. It’s not that Ben dislikes Klaus, he is hurt. And for a second he is also hurt when he hears of Klaus’ death, but he’s just not built for feeling.

Then he has this argument with Sloane where we can see he is jealous of her finding a place where she belongs to. Ben and Klaus both long for belonging. (and in this episode both are not feeling it, they both don’t wanna do what they’re suposed to do and have one of the newlyweds fight them for it)

And when he learns dad killed Klaus he goes off. He is between his father and Klaus, who is HOLDING HIS FUCKING RIGHT HAND OVER HIS LEFT CHEST. It’s the final straw.

And till the end of the series we are always shown their reactions: one’s after the other’s. Klaus wakes from the dead again, Ben get’s up. Klaus steps on the star, Ben is the next to do so.

Ben leaves as soon as Klaus leaves after Luther.

You can disagree about the romantic thing if you don’t ship them, but you must agree 1 Klaus is already dear to Ben2 and 2 It’s plausible and OK to ship them

(also, their ship number is 42 which means they’re the answer to the question)

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blurrycow · 2 years

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Did i post this? i think i did

WEDDING AT THE END OF THE WORLD

word count: 608

Synopsis: five proposes to dolores.

tags: @conchshell, @stupidcanofpeaches, @assaily, @sharkneto, @burnmyself

I love her.

That’s what Five feels, it’s love. It’s been so long since he’s really been able to love anyone.

The apocalypse has stretched on like a horror movie panorama, reaching the corners of his mind. It’s been ten years. Five Hargreeves is reaching his twenty-third birthday.

And his tenth anniversary of the apocalypse.

He has been living in the ruins of the world for three thousand, five hundred, and seventy-five days. The chalk tick marks line the walls like scars, reminders of how far he’s come. Twenty five days remain until October first.

He found Dolores in the wreckage of a mall in his second year, and now here he is, eight years later, standing in front of her, so full of love that there’s nothing he can say. He has found her an old wheelchair to sit on- if he puts her in it and pushes her around, he can pretend she is his wife and he is her husband and all is right in the world.

He plans on proposing to her tonight, and he can imagine her face, or imagine imagining her face, but he has to forget that she’s not real because if he faces the fact that she might not be real head on he thinks he might just lose his damn mind.

And so he pretends.

But he’s written his speech with a carefully penned hand, and he managed to scrounge a ring out of the crumbling pawn shop downtown. It might even be real gold, or at least gold plated. He bit down on it and it didn’t do anything, but he can’t remember how you’re supposed to test gold anyway, so whatever, it’s fine.

(Dolores won’t know the difference between real and fake gold, he thinks. She’d just be happy to have a ring.)

Five has also found a few bottles of wine in the Academy’s cellar, wine that his father had saved for special parties with special people. He wants this night to be perfect. The proposal that Dolores deserves. The proposal he wants to give.

If he ever gets back to his home, Diego would surely make fun of him (Our Fivey? A romantic?) and Five’s chest hurts a little bit thinking about his brother, and then that gets him thinking about his other siblings, Vanya and Luther and Allison and Klaus and Ben and-

He sinks to his knees, gasping.

Ten years, and he still isn’t over them. He doesn’t know if he ever will be.

But sickly sweet pain makes for a crusty exterior, and Five’s shell will harden once more.

He shakes himself out of his stupor and emotions and stands up. He’s twenty three. He’s better than this.

He has the safety net of Dolore’s love, and it’s showtime.

There are no candles, and the wine is bitter and disgusting, but Five drinks it anyway, drinking himself drunk and silly. Dolores chides him for the drinking and tells him jokes, and Five laughs harder than he ever has before, and fuck, he’s so in love.

So he does it then. He gets down on one knee, just like they do in the shows Allison likes to watch (his heart skips a beat when he thinks of his sister) and he does it. Dolores- lovely, lovely Dolores- says yes! And Five is the happiest man alive, he thinks.

He wishes he could record it all, the happiness and the sadness and missing and the glittering gold off of Dolores’ silicone finger. As predicted, she doesn’t mind, only tells him how much she loves him.

It’s a quiet evening, but when is it not?

#Five Hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #dolores #dolores tua #fanfic #tua fanfic

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ashleycatchemm · 2 years

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01: The Death of Reginald Hargreeves

Part 1 of ??

Parings: Five Hargreeves x Reader, also a little Ben x reader

Summary: (Y/n) Hargreeves has 7 adoptive siblings, all of which were born on the same day, of the same year, at the same hour. This phenomenon, somehow caused them all to get special powers. (Y/n) loved her siblings with all her heart, but there was one she just couldn’t stand, one that always seemed to get under her skin, and that was Five Hargreeves. The years flew by, with one sibling dead and another missing, the 6 that remained all went their separate ways. That is until the death of their father, Reginald Hargreeves. Now 29 years old, with all their own lives. The 6 remaining Hargreeves were brought back together for their fathers funeral, only for their missing brother to reappear out of no where, in his 16 year old body, saying that the world was going to end in 10 days. But it’s gonna take a lot more convincing for this dysfunctional family to even THINK about saving the world.

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"On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth..."

"This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began..."

"Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible."

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~20 years ago~

I poked my head outside my bedroom door, looking down the dark hallway, my (e/c) eyes not seeing anyone. I noticed some blue flashes coming from three doors down, telling me that Five was still up practicing his spacial jumps again. "How does it look? Is the coast clear?" A boy with dark brown, messy hair, leaned onto my shoulder trying to look out the door with me. I shushed the brown haired boy next to me "Quiet Four."shrugging him off of my shoulder, I slowly and quietly shut the door. Turning around to face my two best friends "Well?" Four asked, as the Korean boy next to him fidgeted around in his spot, not looking to happy about things.

"Five is still awake."

Four let out a groan in annoyance "Seriously? What is that asshat doing still up?" I shook my head, sticking my ear against the door to hear things more clearly. Closing my eyes I could hear the fluttering noise of his spacial jumps activating, some incoherent grumbles following. "He's practicing his spacial jumps. But he doesn't seem to happy with them." Four placed his head above my own on the door, acting as if he had super hearing as well "Hmm, yes he does sound rather distressed." Rolling my eyes I was quick to push him off the door "shove off." A small laugh leaving my lips.

Putting my head back up against the door, it sounded silent, no fluttering noise of spacial jumps, and no aggravated grumbling could be heard. Picking my head back up, I looked over at the two boys behind me, a smile on my face "Okay, now's our chance." Opening the door as quietly as possible I stated "Lets go." Four smiled in excitement, the two of us were about to walk out the door, only for the third member of the party to stop us.

"Guys wait."

Turning back to look at the black haired boy confusion written on both of our faces, only for him to quickly state "I don't think this is such a good idea, I mean... what if we get caught?" I looked over at Four, him looking at me as well, only to shrug his shoulders. Looking back over at the nervous boy I walked over to him, grabbing both of his hands, a smile graced my lips "Six, don't worry. With my powers I can make sure we don't get caught." I held both of his hands gently in my own, my (e/c) eyes staring deeply into his worried brown ones "And if you're that nervous about it, you can always hang back while me and Four go out." A smile graced my lips as Six's eyes sat on my own, feeling my heart beat a bit faster.

Four suddenly swung an arm around my shoulder, grabbing both of our attentions "Yeah Six, if your to chicken I can hold your hand while we find a place to hide and make out." Four puckered his lips while making kissing noises. My cheeks flared red in embarrassment, I quickly let go of Six's hands, shoving Four off of me in annoyance, which only caused him to laugh. A growl escaped my lips as I stalked over to Four, my anger slowly getting the best of me.

The messy dark haired boy in front of me, started to back up, eyes wide in slight fear. "Okay I'll go" Six was quick to speak up, defusing the situation instantly as I turned around to face him, a smile on my face "Really?" Four let out a relieved sigh as I calmed down, my attention now on the Korean boy in front of me, as I strutted over to him, a wide smile on my face. "Come on." I stated while grabbing one of Six's hands in my own, dragging him out my bedroom door. Four whisper yelled "Hey guys! Wait up!" All while following behind us.

We almost made it to the steps, only for a blue light to flash in front of us, followed by the fluttering noise Five's spacial jump makes. "Crap." I mumbled, stopping in my tracks as a tall dark brown haired boy appeared directly in front of me, Four tried to stop himself, only for him to stumble into my back. I stuck my foot in front of me, as to stop myself from falling into Five an annoyed look sitting on his face.

"The hell are you three up to now?"

The dark brown haired boy's arms sat crossed across his chest. Letting go of Six's hand I mirrored Five, crossing my arms over my chest defensively "Wouldn't you like to know?" Five's green eyes rolled in response to my sarcastic question. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked." I let out a small huff in aggravation, the boy in front of me already making my blood boil "Shouldn't you be asleep or something?" I went to walk around him, wanting to get as far away from the boy who always seems to get under my skin.

Five stepped to the same side as me, not letting me pass "Seriously Five? Let me through." A smirk graced his lips leaning forward he was quick to ask "Or what?" Six pulled me back, stepping between the two of us before things could escalate. "Come on Five, you do this everyday." Five payed no mind to Six, in fact he wasn't even looking at him, no, he looking past him to stare me down with that damn smug look on his face, as if he new something I didn't. Five of course knows a lot of things I don't, hell, out of all 8 of us, he has always been the smartest.

But when Five looks at me with that know-it-all smirk, it only makes me want to punch him in the face. I can't remember when I first started hating Five, I know at one point we were friends, hell we were close, just like two peas in a pod. Until one day, everything just changed, Five shifted, he stopped hanging out with me, and only really talked to me to get a rise out of me. I was the only person here who was able to deal with his madness, so when he shut me out, it hurt me a lot. And I turned that hurt into hatred.

Five shrugged his shoulders, eyes shifting between Six and I, his green hues narrowed in anger before turning around and spacial jumping away.

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"(Y/n)?"

My eyes drifted away from the window, looking at the women who sat in the chair in front of me. "Hmm?" shifting her legs to cross the right over her left leg, pressing the button on the back of her pen. "I asked how are you feeling today?" Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to looking out the window next to me "I don't know. The same as always I guess." I glanced over at the women in front of me, watching as she jotted something down on the notepad on her lap. "Any episodes?" Pulling my sleeves down a little more as if to cover my scars, I was quick to answer "No." she nodded her head while writing something down.

She fixed her glasses "That's 2 months now, you seem to be doing better." I shrugged and looked back out the window next to me "I guess so..." Flipping back through her notes she looked something over "Last session you said that your brother is getting out of rehab sometime soon, do you know when?" I was silent for a couple of minutes, today not being a day where I felt like sharing. Of course I knew when he was getting out, hell, I was going to celebrate with him at a bar tonight.

"Doesn't matter."

Was what left my mouth as a response, she of course kept pushing for answers. "Why doesn't it matter?" I shrugged my shoulders, not really wanting to say anything else about Klaus this session. I always hated talking about my family, everyone in it is fucked up, hell, after Five disappeared and Ben died, no one really talked to each other anymore. The only person I still kept in touch with is Klaus. That's why I never minded telling her about him, except on days like this, when my head just wasn't in the right place. She let out a small sigh before shaking her head "(Y/n). You can't keep doing this okay? You have to talk about things." I scoffed, looking over at her, my brows furrowed in anger.

"What's there to talk about? He's just gonna end up back there anyway."

I closed my eyes and sighed, calming myself down. I was so scared of getting angry, I'm scared of myself and for the people around me, worried that I'd loose control of my powers again. I looked back out at the window next to me, hoping that she'd just drop things. "How about the incident?" I froze at the mention of it "What you saw. Do you want to talk about it at all today?" My heart rate picked up, thinking back to that day I got so mad, to mad, I lost control and couldn't stop myself.

I closed my eyes, feeling my hands turn to fists as I tried to steady my breathing. "No." I growled out, not wanting to think back to what happened. Once I calmed down enough I cleared my throat "No I don't." She let out a small sigh, my eyes staying glued to the window, not daring to move. I stayed silent for the rest of the session, loosing all interest in talking to the lady in front of me.

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I've been at the bar for a couple of hours now, by myself might I add. 'I can't fucking believe this.' I thought, knowing that Klaus has already once again overdosed. I didn't care that he once again hooked himself on drugs, what bothers me is the fact that he didn't bother showing up to hangout with me. Taking a sip of my third drink of the night, I huffed out a quiet "Fucking Klaus." Under my breath, knowing I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. But I did anyway, because I was hoping to see my brother.

The TV above the bar grabbed my attention, the words Breaking News flashing across the screen, along with the news fanfare music. Bringing my glass up to my lips, I took a sip "Moments ago police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire..." I watched as a picture of the man who raised me and my siblings appeared on the screen. This took me by surprise causing me to widen my eyes as I started choking on my drink, the noises around me went silent, letting me know that I have grabbed everyone's attention.

I coughed to get air back into my lungs "Miss, are you alright?" The bartender asked, I nodded my head quickly all while coughing, grabbing a twenty from my wallet I was quick to find my breath again as I stood up. "I'm fine." I stated all while quickly making my way out the door.

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Looking up at the mansion in front of me, I could practically hear Reginalds voice yelling at me, about how useless I am, deeming that as the reason I was named number eight. I'm more useless than Vanya, and he never seemed to let me forget it. Even now, when he's dead, I can still hear the same words he always used to tell me.

"You are my greatest disappointment."

Letting out a ragged sigh, I clenched and unclenched my hands, as if to calm my nerves. Slowly walking up to the doors, pushing one of them open, I went inside, hearing the footsteps and voices of just about eight other people in the house, all having different conversations with each other, in different parts of the house. My head started to get clouded by other peoples voices and conversations.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down and focus on what I hear around me, rather than all through out the house.

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~23 years ago~

Loud noises invaded my ears, from people talking to honking horns, dogs barking, vehicles moving, flies buzzing. It all mashed together bouncing around in my head, not even letting me to be able to hear my own thoughts. I shot up from my bed, letting a loud scream escape my lips. It was overwhelming hearing everyone and everything, covering my ears in distress.

I felt tears fall down my cheeks, closing my eyes as sobs escaped my lips. "Make it stop please! Stop talking everyone!" Feeling someone shake me, I opened my eyes only to see a pair of all to familiar green ones staring back at me. Five's lips moved but I couldn't hear anything, the other noises drowning him out. Shaking my head, as tears escaped my eyes "I can't. I can't hear. Five it's to loud." I covered my eyes even tighter, feeling my nails digging into the back of my ears.

Five's lips moved, telling me that he said something, I couldn't hear what, his eyes narrowed in aggravation, as he looked over his shoulder. A distant but urgent "Now!" left his lips, a couple of seconds later, the noises became quieter, Five turned back to face me, his hands coming up to my cheeks. "Hey, Hey, listen to me Eight. Can you hear me now?" I nodded my head, hearing the whispers of my siblings and distant noises from outside.

"I can but it's just barely. There are to many sounds and noises."

A crease crossed Five's forehead as he took a second to think, brows furrowed in concentration. "Eight. I need you to focus on only me and my voice, okay?" Closing my eyes I shook my head "I can't." The noises started to grow a bit louder as I closed my eyes, letting out a small whimper a couple of taps against my left cheek got me to open my eyes again. "Hey. Yes you can. Just, concentrate." Bringing my hands away from my ears, the noises grew even louder, causing tears to escape my eyes.

Fives thumbs brushed them away as I placed my hands on top of his own, staring into his green eyes I tried to focus on listening to only his voice. "Just focus on my voice sunshine" I let out a small sigh and closed my eyes trying to listen to Five's voice "Come on, you can do it Eight." The extra noises started to fade away, into a light background noise, the loudest voice I could hear was Five's.

Opening my eyes I sent Five a smile, the tears slowly stopping. A small smile of his own graced his normally annoyed face, his thumbs rubbing my cheeks in reassurance.

"Good job sunshine."

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I let a small smile appeared on my face at the memory of Five. The intelligent boy once told me that in all the darkness that seemed to cover our lives, I was the bright sunlight the shined through it all. Earning me the nickname that he always seemed to call me, back when we were friends, that is. Hearing footsteps coming from the lounge, my head shot over to the doorway of the family room, only to see a girl with long dark brown hair, dressed in all black, making her way out. "Vanya?" The question passed my lips, recognizing my powerless violin playing sister in a heartbeat.

She stopped in the doorway at the mention of her name, her eyes holding guilt and regret as her gaze locked onto my own. I sent her a warm smile "It's so great to see you" I stated while taking quick long strides over to Vanya, engulfing her in a giant hug. Vanya stood stiff for a second or two before hugging me back "You're not mad?" Leaning back, I rested my hands on her shoulders, shaking my head with a small forgiving smile. "Of course not." I admit that the old me would've been pissed, I mean who the hell would want their own sister to tell the world about their suicide attempt in their petty little book?

I felt myself getting angry just from the thought of the world knowing about it. Taking my hands off of Vanya, I shoved my hands in my pockets, not wanting her to see me digging my nails into the palm of my hands as to keep myself grounded. "Out of everyone, I really expected you to be pissed." Shrugging my shoulders with a tight lipped smile I was quick to respond "People change." Vanya nodded her head as I walked off past her, wanting to see Five's painting for the first time in eleven years

"Hey (Y/n)?"

Stopping in the doorway of the lounge, I turned around to face her, my anger slowly subduing as the pain overtook my emotions. "I'm sorry..." she stated, staring me down with regretful eyes, practically begging me to forgive her. I sent her a smile "You're already forgiven." A small smile crossed her nervous look, as I turned around and walked off towards the fireplace with the giant painting of Five above it.

"Pogo?"

I asked, stopping in my tracks as the chimpanzee I grew up with stood in the lounge, already looking up at the exact painting I came to look at myself. Pogo turned to look over at me "Ah (Y/n). How are you my dear?" I let out a small huff in slight amusement, my hands opening up to stop from digging my nails into my skin anymore. Feeling more calm, I sent the chimp a smile only for him to look back up at the painting. "As good as I can be at this mess of a funeral." I was quick to stand next to him, staring up at Five's painting I let out a small huff.

"16 years now, right?"

Turning my head, I looked down at Pogo to see his reaction to my question. "16 years 4 months and 14 days." His eyes stared glued to the painting above him, mine going back to look up at it once again. My chest tightened in hurt, knowing that he is never going to come back, and I can't do anything about it, I never could. Closing my eyes I let a rigged sigh escape past my lips "I know you miss him." I let out a scoff in response to Pogo's statement, shaking my head in denial. "I don't miss shit. I hated that bastard." He let out a small chuckle in response to my claim "Yet you always stayed up for hours on end, waiting for him to come home." A small huff left my lips as I glared at the paining, not having a response to Pogos accusation, knowing full well that he was right.

Pogo took my silence as a chance for him to continue "He loved you, you know. Didn't know how to show it, but you could tell that he cared." I rolled my eyes at his statement shoving my hands further into my pockets. Not wanting to hear any of this at the moment "Sure had a weird fuckin' way of showing it." I admit, at one point in my life I would've been giddy with excitement at this information but now...

Now, I just don't care. Because everyone that I have loved, either died or went missing. My chest twisted in pain as I thought back to what happened with Tommy, closing my eyes, I felt tears of regret and sadness make their way past my eyes. Quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand, I cleared my throat before stating "I'm gonna take a walk down memory lane" Pogo didn't say anything, just nodded his head as I turned around, making my way out of the lounge and up the giant staircase.

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As I walked up the steps I could hear a distant conversation, between what sounded like Klaus and Luther, I stopped at the top of the steps, my eyes fixated on the open door to Reginald's study. "No need to get your little panties in a bunch." I heard Klaus state, only for a guy with messy dark brown hair, a goatee and a long black coat to walk out the door, shutting it behind him. My eyes narrowed at the guy who walked closer and closer towards me "(Y/n)! My loving sister, how are we doing today?" Engulfing me in a hug, I rolled my eyes but overall hugged him back "You ditched me last night Klaus." I replied in an almost hurt tone.

Breaking the hug, Klaus' hands stayed on my waist, his blue eyes stared guiltily back into my own "I know, I know, and I'm so sorry. But I'll make it up to you okay? I promise." I stared into Klaus' puppy-like eyes, closing my eyes, a sigh passed my lips. 'That's what he says all the time. Yet here we are.' Opening my eyes, I threw on a fake smile, while nodding my head. This seemed to please Klaus as he smiled in return, pulling me into a tight hug. Breaking the hug, he sent a quick kiss to my cheek "Love you! Bye!" He shouted while making his way down the hall.

Letting a disappointed sigh past my lips, feeling my chest tighten in hurt, knowing that he will never make it up to me, not as long as he is hooked on those drugs. "Love you too." I mumbled before walking off towards my room.

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It's like my legs were working on autopilot, carrying me to where all of our rooms were. Looking around at all the open doors, my eyes landed on the only closed one. 'He sure did love his privacy.' Placing a hand on the doorknob I let out a small huff in determination 'But he's not here anymore so it doesn't matter.' Slowly opening it, I stepped inside only to come face to face with the damaged chalkboard that stood across the room.

Walking over to it, to get a closer look, through the claw marks on the board, sat a finished equation, and the words "Time Travel?" scribbled next to it. I sat on Five's neatly made bed, staring at the same chalkboard with the same equation that I've looked at for the past 16 years. "Damn it you cheeky bastard. Where the hell did you go?" I mumbled as my eyes narrowed at the stupid chalkboard in aggravation.

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~16 years ago~

After another long exhausting day of Reginald pushing me to try and track down Five with no success, I ended up in his room. I could practically hear him angrily telling me to stay out of his room, as if he had something to hide. I huffed in aggravation, sitting down on his bed, my hands sat on my knees as I stared at the chalkboard in front of me.

The stress, from Reginald's constant yelling at me all day, really starting to get to me. He's threatened to lock me away until I found Five but I've used my powers to look everywhere. My echolocation has found no trace of five, and when I brought up time travel...

Closing my eyes, I let out huffs in anger and sadness, there was no trace of the handprint on my face. My body healing rather quickly afterwards, tears started rolling down my cheeks, opening my eyes back up to look at the chalkboard in front of me, when it suddenly dawned on me. "This isn't my fault..." an angry growl arose from the back of my throat, my open hands turning into fists on my knees.

"...it's Five's."

Standing up from the bed, my anger got the best of me, turning into a wolf, I angrily stalked toward the wooden green chalkboard. Bringing a paw up, I was quick to dig my claws into it, swiping diagonally across the board, causing four scratch marks to form on the chalkboard. I let out huffs and growls in anger as one thought crossed my mind.

'Fuck Five Hargreeves.'

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I dragged my hand over the four scratch marks on the chalkboard, a small huff of regret left my lips. 'I was so angry.' My eyes narrowed at the chalkboard 'I was always so angry.' Back then, I was unhinged, I didn't know how to control myself and every little emotion seemed to activate my powers in some sort of way. But the anger...

The rage that I experienced when I got angry...

It was terrible, having no control over anything I do, it's like I'm watching what's happening through my own eyes. All of the animals inside of me take control and I can't do anything to bring myself back from the haze, until it's to late.

"This is the last room I'd expect to find you in."

Noticing the deep voice of one of my brothers, I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. "And why is that?" I questioned, while bringing my hand back away from the damaged chalkboard. "Because you two were constantly at each other's throats. I thought you'd be in Ben's room more than Five's." Turning around, my eyes caught sight of a guy with black hair, wearing a black combat suit as he flipped one of his knives around in his hand. His shoulder leaning against the doorway to Five's room, shaking my head a little in response.

"No. Diego, I can't go in there. Not after..."

Ben's death was always a hard subject for all of us, but it hurt me most of all. Because, unbeknownst to Reginald, Ben and I were in love, and we were together for quiet awhile until that damn mission. I was there when Ben died. I held him in my arms and had to watch as he took his final breaths, his dark chocolate eyes that held so much love, turned dull, his hand going limp in my own. Something about watching someone you truly love die in your arms, has a way of breaking you. But for me it didn't just happen once. No. It happened twice.

Closing my eyes and shaking my head a little to grab ahold of my emotions, the vigilantly across the room from me nodded his head. "I understand (Y/n). But that was 13 years ago. You have to move on." Opening my eyes, I narrowed them at Diego, my anger slowly bubbling up "I did move on Diego!" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching my fists to calm myself down. "That's new." He stated with a scoff "Usually you would've attacked me by now." I opened my eyes, only to roll them in response to his statement, shoving my hands back into my sweatshirt pockets.

"Yeah, well... people change."

My eyes drifted away from Diego, only to land on Five's desk. It was silent between the two of us for a minute or so before my brother spoke up once again. "Luther wanted to talk to us about dad's memorial service." Rolling my eyes, I drifted over to Five's desk, running my fingers along it, a sarcastic "How fun." left my lips. Glancing over at Diego, I watched as he pushed himself off the doorframe "You're the last one missing from downstairs" he flipped one of his knives once again, before putting it back in its propped place in its holster. "So let's go." Nodding his head out the door he stepped to the side to let me through.

Taking one last look around Five's room, my eyes looking around at every little thing that belonged to him. Even tho I would never say it out loud, I did miss the annoying smart ass. A small sigh escaped my lips, my eyes landed back on Diego, who stood to the side of the open door. Shoving my hands back in my black sweatshirt pockets, I walked out the door "Way to dress for the funeral by the way." I scoffed while shutting the door behind me, taking a look at Diego's combat suit, I was quick to counter.

"You're one to talk."

A small smile graced his lips, an air-like chuckle arose from him. His smile cause one of my own to appear on my face. After my suicide attempt, Diego made it his personal mission to make sure I was okay at all times. But as we got older, priorities changed, and as much as I loved the fact that he wasn't suffocating me by constantly being at my side anymore. I still missed him.

Swinging an arm over my shoulders "Come on, we better get going before Spaceboy gets his panties in a twist." Letting out a laugh in response to Diego's statement, the two of us walked down the hall, away from the rooms, and towards the conversation none of us wanted to have.

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~19 years ago~

Slowly but quietly opening my bedroom door, I peeked my head out of it, listening and looking around the hallway. My eyes caught sight of Five's door, it was left slightly ajar, casting a small line of light out his door and into the hallway. "Crap." I whispered to myself, before closing my eyes and focusing my powers, trying to see if I could hear anything.

The only sound that could be heard was a distant rustling coming from the kitchen. Drawers could be heard opening and closing along with some quiet grumbles, which I identified to be Five. 'I better hurry before he spacial jumps back here.' I thought, not wanting to deal with him tonight, or any night for that matter. Quickly slipping out my bedroom door I went down the hall, past Fives room, only for something to grab my eye. My feet stopped a few feet past his room, backing up, my eyes caught sight of a chalkboard that held a bunch of equations on it. 'What is he trying to figure out now?' I reached my hand out to the door, about to push it open more to get a better look at things.

"What are you doing?"

The annoyed voice I've grown all to familiar with could be heard behind me. Quickly pulling my hand away away from the door, I turned around to face him "Five! Hey..." I stated a forced smile on my face, trying to act like I wasn't just going to snoop around in his room. Five stared at me with that annoyed look he seemed to give everyone lately. His signature peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich sitting cut into two triangles, on a plate in his hands. "If you plan looking around my room, you're not gonna find anything that your tiny brain could make sense of." Picking up one of the triangles he took a bite, all while spacial jumping past me into his room.

I turned back around towards the door in front of me, anger surged through me, pushing it open even more than it already was. Five ignored me, staring down the chalkboard in front of him as he ate his sandwich. "I wasn't going to look through your room." Five's eyes stayed glued onto the equations in front of him, placing his sandwich down on the plate that sat on his desk. "Oh yeah?" He asked a smirk of amusement making its way to his face "Then what else were you doing standing outside the door of my room?" He asked, all while fixing something in the equation.

I opened my mouth to respond, only for Five to turn his attention towards me, his green eyes piercing through me, arms crossing across his chest. "If you were gonna confess your undying love for me, I'm touched but your out of luck." Turning back around he stated a matter of factly "Even if we were the last two living things on the planet, I still wouldn't date you." I let out a huff in anger, my hands turning to fists at my sides as I sent a glare to the back of his head.

"If there was ever a girl on this damn planet who has feelings for you, I'd personally shoot myself in the foot."

Glancing over at me brows furrowed in thought "I have a better idea." He stated, while walking towards me "Since we both know that shot will do nothing to you, If a girl ever likes me, you have to kiss me on the lips." I glared at the smug boy who stood in front of me, feeling myself getting angrier than I already am. "Your disgusting. There is no way I'm kissing you. I’d rather get burned alive. " A small huff in amusement left his lips, licking his lips he was quick to counter "That's the point. You're not supposed to like it." Leaning forward, getting a little closer to my face.

"Now what's your half of the bet?"

Shoving Five away from me, needing to let my anger out somehow before I loose control and accidentally try to kill him. "I bet that there is no one on earth who would be dumb enough to date you." Five raised his brows, expecting me to continue "And what's my consequence?" He asked, shoving his hands in his uniform pockets, leaning forward a little. His dark brown hair falling over the right side of his forehead "You have to leave me alone for the rest of our lives." Five's eyes widened a little bit, his smirk twitches down for a quick second but was quick to fix itself. Holding his hand out for me to take, I glanced at his hand, before looking back up into his forest green eyes. I took his hand in mine while shaking it.

"Deal."

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Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Relationships: Number Two | Ben Hargreaves & Viktor Hargreeves

Summary: In which Viktor and Ben's conversation goes a little better.

Viktor flees the parlor with no goal in mind besides to get away, his ears still ringing from Allison's rumor and his head whirling with the dull roar of fury and panic and grief all mixed up together that sharpens to a knife's edge inside him, painful and biting. He doesn't care about where he's going, only that it's away from Allison and her pointed cruelty, her own special brand of rejection that's always managed to sting more than anyone else's.

His vision blurs with tears. He doesn't realize that he's retracing his childhood steps until he's up the stairs and in front of the room that used to be his, all the way on the top floor, as far removed from everyone else as possible. With the wild and violent storm of emotions surging through him, the thought doesn't even occur to him that this is a Sparrow's room now, and he'll be invading someone's space; he just mindlessly shoves the door open and steps inside, slamming it behind him.

Chest heaving, every inch of him trembling, Viktor stands motionless in the center of the room for several long seconds, eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to breathe. The room is rattling slightly, reacting to his upset, and he knows he needs to calm down before he destroys everything all over again but he can't breathe.

He crumples to the floor and wraps his arms around himself, dragging in a harsh, strangled gasp of air as he uses the floorboards to ground himself. The smooth wood is solid and firm against his palms. He focuses on that, redirecting all his vibrating energy into simply slowing his racing heart.

Slowly, moment by moment, the room stops shaking. His lungs expand and contract, steadily taking in oxygen, and his head begins to clear.

When he finally opens his eyes, his eyelashes are wet and sticky with tears, and he feels overwarm with the aftermath of all the adrenaline and anxiety. He struggles to shed his jacket, to pry himself out of the insulating layers. The emotions raging in his chest have settled to a low simmer, present but no longer overwhelming.

Viktor rubs his eyes and glances around the room. It's clean but not spartan, with baby blue walls, a single bed, an oak dresser, and one wall occupied completely by a large desk and easel covered in half-finished sketches and art materials. The nightstand by the bed has several trinkets and books organized atop it.

Pinned above the headboard is an official Sparrow Academy propaganda poster of Ben, gazing assuredly into the camera with his mouth pulled into a cold, smug smirk.

So this is Ben's room. Shakily, abruptly exhausted, Viktor climbs to his feet, looking over the collection of sketches on the desk. Their Ben had been an artist too. They share an eye for human figures, mainly portraits of people, though their Ben had been fond of oil pastels while Sparrow Ben seems to lean towards colored pencils.

It's an innocuous little preference, but it really hammers home just how different the two are. Viktor suddenly misses his Ben with such a hollow ache that it startles him.

He sits down on Sparrow Ben's bed, lets out a slow, heavy breath, and buries his face in his hands.

At this point, it doesn't feel like things can get much worse. Sissy is gone, Harlan is gone, Ben's spirit moved on permanently after sacrificing himself for Viktor, the goddamn world is ending for the third time and taking the universe with it for good measure, and Allison—

Viktor's lungs seize with anxiety.

Allison hates him. His sister hates and blames him for Claire, because he'd lied about Harlan to protect him and apparently in this family everything he does is an unforgivable offense, and he used to think it was all his own fault that he got treated like shit but he's starting to believe his siblings just liked to have a passive target around growing up to unload all their issues on and then struggled to break the habit as adults. Harlan may have caused this but he was Viktor's son, not just because he was Sissy's but because he was a kind and sensitive kid that Viktor had loved as his own, a kid he should've stayed to raise and keep safe but didn't because he had been too cowardly to believe his presence was capable of creating good.

And now Harlan is dead at his sister's hands, and once again it's Viktor's fault. He should have been there to explain properly, to protect him, but he hadn't been and here they are.

Grief climbs up his throat, thick and choking. A quiet, hiccuping sob escapes him, and he reaches up to fumble with Harlan's headphones, tugging them off and sliding them on over his ears before he can lose himself to his emotions again. When the taped recording of wind whispering through corn fills his head, drowning out everything else, it's a relief.

He isn't sure how long he stays there, sitting on the edge of Sparrow Ben's bed, rewinding the wind tape over and over again until he finally calms, everything going faded and soft beneath the whistling breeze in his ears. He can understand why Harlan had liked to soothe his senses with noise. Perhaps if Reginald Hargreeves had done this for him when he was a kid, Viktor wouldn't have turned out this way, prone to apocalyptic overwhelm.

It does strike him at one point that he wishes someone would have followed him, if only to check on him, but he knows that it's a pathetic thing to want. It's just that no one ever checked on him when they were kids; it would've been a pleasant change.

But he can't expect his siblings to drop everything to comfort him. Even if it would be nice.

Eventually, though, someone does come, though not anyone he'd expected.

Ben steps through the door, easing it shut behind him. He spares Viktor a disinterested glance. Viktor turns off the tape and slides the headphones off, sitting up a little straighter.

"Sorry," he blurts out, grimacing. Ben raises an eyebrow. "It's just—this used to be my room. It's the only place I could think to go. But it's... clearly yours, here."

"Yeah. I hope you weren't crying on my sheets, that's gross. Anyways, I'm just here for my jacket." Ben walks past Viktor to the chair in the corner, where he picks up the expensive-looking dark jacket in question and folds it over his arm.

"You keep your room a lot neater than our Ben did," Viktor notes aloud, without really meaning to.

Ben's flat expression morphs into a scowl at the mention of his Umbrella counterpart. "Well, that's one thing I can apparently do better than him."

With a huff, Viktor starts winding the headphone wires around his hand, tucking the tape away. "It's not a competition. I mean, you don't always have to compare yourself to him. You're both technically different people."

"Your family doesn't seem to feel the same way." There's a taste of something almost bitter in Ben's tone. "They act like annoying the shit out of me is going to make me magically turn into their beloved, saintly brother Ben."

Viktor is quiet for a moment. This is the first time Sparrow Ben has talked to him in a way that wasn't overtly hostile, and he senses that the tentative calm is extremely precarious. Steering away from talk about the other Ben, Viktor tips his head towards the art desk, trying for a small smile. "You're a good artist."

Ben blinks, looking surprised and slightly suspicious. "Thanks."

Silence falls between them. Viktor doesn't know what he was expecting, for them to bond or confide in one another or something, but that clearly that isn't happening.

After an uncomfortable pause, Ben says, "The others are waiting downstairs."

The idea of going down there and having to see Allison again makes Viktor feel nauseous. "I can help, but I don't—" He cuts himself off, staring at the floor. "Is Allison going to be there?"

"If you're planning on jeopardizing the entire universe because you're mad at your sister, even I gotta say, that's pretty selfish of you." Viktor's head jerks up at Ben's derisiveness. He looks flippant, relaxed, like he knows he's said something cutting and is just waiting for Viktor to be hurt by it. A shark scenting blood.

Struggling for a moment for something to say, Viktor cauterizes the wound, settles on, "You wouldn't get it." And it isn't just about Harlan. It's about Allison's parting shot; her comment about the basement. Viktor still has nightmares about being left down there, trapped and abandoned, wasting away in the silence and the dark while his family celebrates being rid of him just a few floors above. He dreams about clawing at the glass and screaming until his voice gives out, while Reginald Hargreeves dispassionately watches from the other side, scrawling down his observations in his journal.

Ben scoffs. "You're an idiot if you think I don't understand soap opera family drama."

"I mean you don't get why I'm angry at her." Viktor casts his gaze downward, clenching his jaw. "She shouldn't have brought up the basement."

"Okay, I'll bite, since you clearly want me to. What about the basement?"

Viktor hadn't actually planned on talking about it to anyone, much less Ben, but the story comes bubbling up inside him anyway, aching to be spoken. Has he ever actually addressed it before? Have any of the others? It's like everyone is pretending it never happened. But he remembers.

He fists his hands in his lap. Lifting his gaze to Ben's, he keeps eye contact as he says, "I didn't know I had powers until a few months ago. Dad made me believe I didn't have any because... he was afraid he couldn't control me."

Ben's eyes sharpen with a blatant, familiar curiosity. Viktor offers a grim smile.

"When I found out the truth, I was terrified of myself. I hurt someone." He doesn't spare a thought for Leonard, but he remembers Allison's slit throat, her wide, teary eyes, the awful gasping sounds she made as she strained for air. There is nothing in this world that he regrets more than that moment. "It was an accident, but..."

"You still lashed out," Ben finishes. "You were still dangerous."

"Yeah. Luther found out, and he locked me in a soundproof cell in our basement. Dad had built it for me, in case I ever..." Viktor swallows down the violent emotions that swell up inside him, exposed in the daylight. "In case I ever lost it and needed to be dealt with, like an animal. So."

The look on Ben's face is hard to read. He scoffs, shaking his head slightly, and says incredulously, "That's fucked up."

Though Viktor no longer needs to be told that what happened to him was wrong, it's still gratifying to hear.

"We would've never done that to one of our own," Ben continues. "We would've never even let Dad try." Something seems to occur to him. He narrows his eyes. "Did they let you out?"

Viktor shuffles his feet. He shakes his head. "I broke myself out. And took the whole Academy down with me." And then I ended the world, he doesn't say, because it doesn't need to be said.

Ben looks faintly impressed, as much as he's capable of the emotion. He shifts his jacket from one arm to the other, taking a step towards the door, before turning his full body towards Viktor, tipping his head to the side. "With raw power like that, and clearly some talents in need of honing, you'd be welcome in the Sparrow Academy," he offers, mouth tugging into a sarcastic but peculiarly meaningful smile. Viktor stares, utterly taken aback. "Obviously your family isn't utilizing you enough. You could've defeated us all at any time, but you didn't. Marcus saw something worthwhile in you, under all the angst and instability." He raises one eyebrow. "I see it too. So, once the world is saved, I want you to think about it."

Stunned, Viktor can only nod automatically as Ben spins on his heel and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

The room feels smaller without him in it.

Despite the circumstances, Viktor finds himself inexplicably warmed by Ben's gesture, as constructed and self-serving as it might be.

He had been telling the truth when he said that this timeline's Ben and Umbrella Ben are two different people, but it's impossible not to see glimmers of similarity between them; and just for a moment, when Viktor had complimented his art, Ben's perpetual shield of frosty antagonism had softened—exactly like their own Ben used to.

There's a good person underneath that shield. Viktor is suddenly certain of it.

But all that will have to wait; there's a ball of lightning under the house to deal with, and they have a job to do.

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Home | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five goes through everything with his best friend, and when they return with the announcement of their marriage his siblings are appalled.

Request: “I can request a FiveXreader where the reader is loving, sweet and naive, Five's best friend but the reader has no powers (You can invent a way how they became best friends and they are in love with each other, cliché but I love) One day the reader was sitting in front of the Umbrella Academy and saw Five leave in a hurry (The scene that he will travel in time) In this the reader does not abandon Five and decides to travel in time with him, they end up trapped in the apocalylipse, can you make them stay together? (Like married I don't know) And also the scene where they go back to 2019? Sorry, if this so bored”

Five couldn’t believe his eyes. After a failed mission, he and his siblings decided to sneak out. Klaus had spotted a park on the way home, and that’s where they went. For the first time in years, they felt like kids again. They were all ten years old and had never experienced a playground before. Allison had never laughed as much, and Diego seemed to finally forget his insecurities while swinging from monkey bars.

Even on occasion, Luther would help Ben cross the monkey bars. Vanya was finally included, and Klaus had never seemed so carefree in his life. But Five had his eyes on someone else. She sat at one of the navy blue tables, quite a ways away from the playground, watching the siblings with a soft smile on her face. A notebook was in front of her while she twirled a pencil in her hand.

Curiosity killed the cat. Five was too intrigued not to sit with her. So despite this probably being the only time he could experience a playground, he sat in front of her, obscuring her vision from his other six siblings. Her eyes met green ones; they looked evergreen in the dark of the night. His hair almost looked black, but she knew it had to be dark brown.

“Good evening.” Her voice, it sounded like heaven to him, “Evening.”

It felt awkward, and the silence could’ve been cut with a knife, “My names Y/n.”

“Five.”

“Five? That’s unique.” Y/n complimented, and his cheeks flushed, “Thanks….”

Her vision went back to the other kids, “You’d think they’ve never seen a playground before.”

“They haven’t.” Five stated, looking at his siblings, “Our father is strict, so we snook out to come here.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to come off as rude-“

“You didn’t.” Five smiled, looking at her e/c eyes.

Since then, Five would sneak out a lot more. His power was a fantastic tool. When he and his siblings began to sneak out more, Five always invited her. Klaus, Diego, and Vanya seemed taken with her. Y/n was always so kind and sweet. Her laugh radiated, and it made everyone around her smile. It was like she was Aphrodite, and he was Ares.

After becoming friends with the academy kids, Y/n had a habit of sitting outside the academy. She usually sat on the edge of the sidewalk with her notebook on her lap, pencil in hand. Five couldn’t remember a time when her hand wasn’t covered in graphite or ink from drawing. He adored it, though, because it was so her. It made him stare at his black pens, aimlessly smiling, knowing that she probably had the same color ink on her hand.

Becoming friends with Five meant knowing his ambition. Five Hargreeves was driven by his goals and wanted to do them regardless of the consequence. So Y/n knew about his dream to time travel despite his father's wishes. On a gloomy day, Y/n sat on the sidewalk. The only thing drawing her from her daydream was the slam of a gate.

“Five!”

He didn’t turn, “Five!”

Y/n grabbed his arm, “What’re you doing?”

“I’m- I’m going to time travel.” Five stated with that daze in his eyes, “And you need to stay here.”

“No! I’m not letting you go alone!” Y/n exclaimed incredulously, “Y/n, please.” Five pleaded.

She shook her head, “Absolutely not. Either we go together, or we stay here together.”

“Fine.” Five reluctantly agreed, holding out his hand for her.

Hesitantly Y/n slid her fingers through his. They were intertwining their hands together. Five was so focused on time-traveling correctly that he didn’t notice the pink flush on his best friend's face. But he did it, once and twice—finally a third time. Smoke clouded the area, and fire could be seen for miles.

Y/n dropped his hand and covered her mouth. Five circled in his spot in shock. He felt nauseous and queasy. He couldn’t believe that he let this happen. He shouldn’t have pushed himself. They were stuck. Fucking hell, they were stuck, and he couldn’t do anything. Y/n ran back to the academy, and Five followed her. The h/c haired girl stared at what used to be the Umbrella Academy. Now in ruins. Five dropped to his knees, tears collecting in his eyes.

“It’s- it’s gone….”

Y/n hugged him tightly, “It’s okay, we’re going to be okay.”

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna be-“

Five didn’t get to finish his sentence. He pushed her away and threw up to the side. When he finished, Y/n took her jacket sleeve and wiped it around his mouth—gently combing his hair from his face. Y/n had never seen Five look so drained. Seeing her in front of him, taking care of him made him break. Five broke into sobs holding onto her like a lifeline. Y/n rubbed his back and held him just as tightly.

“I’m here, Five. I’ll keep you safe.”

Being thirteen in an apocalypse seems like a death sentence, but when you grow up the way Five did, it’s more bearable. The first few months were awful. Searching for shelter, food, clothes. It was downright hell, but they made it through. On cold nights Five would hold her close to his chest, and on hot nights Y/n would always manage to get him cold water.

Years passed, and their friendship turned into a relationship. They needed each other to survive, and they just needed each other. Five couldn’t be more grateful that she insisted on coming. He couldn’t imagine doing this alone. But now, he had his girlfriend leaning her head on his shoulder while watching the fire. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, leaving occasional kisses on her temple.

“I couldn’t imagine this world without you.” Five confessed, “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” Y/n challenged.

He smirked, “Oh, really?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, smartass.” Y/n snorted, “Too late, it’s already there, my love.” Five retorted.

She kissed his cheek, “Love you.”

“Love you too, darling.”

Five years later. They were twenty-five, and he wanted to make it official. It was a rather cold day wherever they were, and Five was holding her closer than ever. Y/n was shivering on the old mattress they had found. She was constantly snuggling closer to Five’s chest. They laid facing each other, and Y/n’s head was tucked under his chin. Five’s hand ran through her long hair - after being unable to cut it - soothing her nerves.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“I want you - Y/n - to marry me.” Five repeated, looking down at her.

Her teeth chattered, “Are you sure?”

“It’s not like there’s anyone else to choose from.”

Y/n glared playfully, and Five chuckled, “Asshole.”

“So, what do you say? Make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

“I say that if my fiancé doesn’t stop being an asshole, then I won't marry him.” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I love you too, pretty girl.” Five replied, smiling softly.

He kissed her forehead and allowed her to muzzle closer into him. Gently he pulled the two plain rings he found. They were battered, of course, and the gold was dirty, but that didn’t matter. Five slipped the ring on her finger and his. Y/n placed a gentle kiss on his lips that he gladly returned. Sweet, soft, passionate, and full of love. A description of how she was.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Five replied, “Now get some sleep.”

Y/n was about to fall asleep when she heard Five mutter one last thing, “Y/n Hargreeves.”

29 years. 348 months. 1512 weeks. 10,585 days. Until a woman showed up in their shelter, offering them both a job. Five could remember pushing Y/n behind him defensively. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt in any interaction he had. The woman offered them a way home. Five turned to his wife, and she saw it. For the first time in forty-five years, she saw it. Hope.

Y/n took Five’s hand in his, squeezing it gently. The softest smile crossed his features before agreeing with the woman’s offer where both of them became assassins—partners in crime. Nothing turned Five on more than seeing his wife fend for herself, and god, was she good at it. Y/n was so naive and innocent when she was ten. But now? At the age of fifty-six, she wasn’t that girl anymore.

But when they reached the age of fifty-eight, Five finally found out the correct equation. They were at their last mission, make sure John F. Kennedy gets shot and everything goes to plan, but Five had different ideas. Taking Vanya’s book from his suitcase, he looked over the equations one last time. They were going back; Five would go home today.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, love?”

Five sighed, “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“To go home.”

Y/n’s smile was blissful; Five could’ve fainted on the spot, “Home?! Like- Like-“

“Home.” Five answered to his overjoyed wife.

Y/n kissed him more passionately than ever. Five could feel her gratefulness in her kiss. His hands placed themselves on her waist, and hers were around his neck. God Five never wanted to forget this feeling. The feeling of his wife in his arms, kissing him as she would never get enough. When they pulled apart, Five opened the portal. Gripping her hand, they jumped through and landed on the leaf-filled ground in the icy rain.

“Does anyone else see Little Number Five and Little Y/n, or is that just me?“ Klaus asked, not trusting his eyes; maybe it was an illusion from the drugs.

Five and Y/n stood up. The first thing Y/n noticed was the ring on her finger was too big now. But Five looked down at the suit he had been wearing previously. The blazer now reached his knees instead of his waist, and Y/n’s shirt was hanging off one of her shoulders. Five and Y/n looked at each other. They were thirteen all over again.

“Shit.”

He grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her into the academy. Y/n had only been in the academy a handful of times before, and she usually was only allowed in Five’s room because she wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. His siblings followed aimlessly and took their spots at the table.

“What’s the date? The exact date.” Five inquired, grabbing different things around the kitchen.

“The 24th.”

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.”

Y/n took place beside him as Five began making a peanut butter marshmallow sandwich. The same snack he used to love as a kid. Y/n could remember him trying to eat it back at their apartment the commission provided them but complained it was too sweet. It seems that being in his teenage body again made him crave the sweetness of the snack.

“So, are we gonna talk about just what happened?” Luther questioned, but no one answered, “It’s been 17 years.”

Five scoffed, “It’s been a lot longer than that.”

The same big spatial jumped behind Luther as he began to take marshmallows from the cabinet, “I haven’t missed that.” Luther murmured.

“Where’d you two go?” Diego asked.

“The future.” Y/n answered politely, “It’s shit, by the way.” Five added spatial jumping beside her again and gently kissing her cheek.

The siblings stared in shock at Five’s sudden act of affection; Five could feel their eyes on him, “What?”

“You just kissed her.” Allison stated, “And?”

Allison didn’t say anything, “Is it a crime for me to kiss my wife or something?” Five asked agitatedly.

“Wife?!”

“Yes, wife.” Five sighed.

“Called it!” Klaus exclaimed.

“I should’ve listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing.” Five began as he looked through the fridge, “Jumping through time is a toss of the dice.”

He came back with peanut butter in his hand at the front of the table, his wife beside him; he took in the appearance of his siblings, “Nice dress.”

“Oh, well, Danke!” Klaus smiled.

“Wait, how did you two get back?” Vanya questioned.

“In the end, I had to project our consciousnesses forward into a suspended quantum state version of ourselves that exists across every possible instance of time.”

Diego couldn’t wrap his head around it, “That makes no sense.”

Five went to remark, but Y/n cut him off, “It doesn’t have to. All that matters is that we’re back.”

“How long were you two there?” Luther queried, “Forty-Five years. Give or take.”

Everyone looked at the two teens in disbelief, “So what are you saying? That you’re 58?”

“Well, not exactly. Our consciences are 58, but it appears that our bodies are back to 13.” Y/n answered.

“Wait, how does that even work?”

“It seems that Five might’ve gotten the equations wrong.” Y/n replied, and Five glared at her, “I’m not mad! I’m just happy we’re home. Appearance be damned.”

Five took notice of the newspaper in front of Y/n, “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How’d you even know about that?” Luther inquired, “What part of the future do you not understand?” Five retorted.

“Heart failure?” Y/n asked, “Yeah/No.” Luther and Diego contradicted.

Five clicked his tongue, “Nice to see nothings changed.”

The teenage boy began to walk away, “Uh, that’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Allison questioned.

“What else is there to say? It’s the circle of life.”

Vanya was the first to get up and hug Y/n, “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too, Vanny. Me too.”

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Meeting the Umbrella Academy HC

Teen!Hargreeves with healing powers pt2

Okay so right off the bat, they had no idea you existed.

Well, except Luther because you lived with him

Diego is the first to find out about you

He saw you getting comforted by Grace after you woke up and was confused asf

Kinda jealous cause that's his momma you’re hugging

Doesn’t understand why Reginald adopted you

“So he ruined our lives and decided to start over?”

Alison is the second to find out

Pogo and Grace actually introduced you to her though.

She's confused, not really understanding where you came from

Definitely feels bad that you had to grow up in this house all alone with Reggies grade A parenting

Kindly introduces herself and lets you know if you need anything to ask

She's a mom, of course she has a soft spot for you

You run into Luther on your way back to your room

He’s the only one you know so of course you’re excited to see him

But his dad just died and he just got off the moon so he kind of brushes you off.

You saw it coming, he wasn’t really warm to you as you grew up

He saw you as competition, like he saw Diego.

You were a threat to his number one spot and Reginald affection

Even though you had no choice in the matter

Vanya is the third to find out

You hear her talking to Pogo about the book and if Reginald read it

When he denies it, she asks why the spine is broken and why there were annotations written in the margins

You’re a nerd, sue me.

Pogo notices you eavesdropping and motions you to come in

“It seems like this is the culprit you are looking for Vanya.”

You smile and introduce yourself to her, most excited to meet her

You felt a connection to her through her book, because in some way you bother were secluded and isolated by your father.

Needless to say she was shocked that you existed

Although she was kind of touched that you read her book so thoroughly and didn’t hate her like the rest of her siblings.

You were confused, her presence seemed...foggy.

Something you never felt before

You brushed it off to you being overwhelmed

Ben was technically the first one who saw you but you didn’t see him

So Klaus was confused as to why Ben was talking about some teenager

“A teenager? This is why I don’t like talking to you, with your cryptic messages beyond the grave.”

He quite literally runs into you when leaving your fathers office

“Hey watch it....random teenage girl? How high am I?”

You introduce yourself, shyly of course.

You were intrigued by his personality and sense of style

He thought you were adorable

Also deep down, felt bad you were here all alone

“You are the cutest thing! Welcome to the family!”

You were confused because as far as you knew, you’ve been in the family.

You smiled and pretended you didn’t notice the large container he was hiding behind his back

Now because you’ve literally been shut in the house for 17 years, you were a little overwhelmed by the social interaction so you make your way to the room

But you barely had time to rest before Luther called you into the living room for a meeting.

#the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #luther hargeeves x r #klaus hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #alison hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #comics #netflix

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phoenixes-and-wizards · 4 years

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tua headcanon (vanya’s first concert after the apocalypse):

despite being an amazing violinist, vanya’s still a bit shy about performing in front of her family, mostly because--aside from five--she’s never done it before and partly because the last time she did it, she sucked the life out of four of them with energy tentacles and caused the end of the world. you know--just musician things

when she does land a solo, she takes extra care not to tell a single soul, only practicing when they’re nowhere nearby and never the same passage twice so they don’t realize just why she’s been rehearsing so much lately

they find out anyway when one day, diego does some small-time vigilantism in an alley behind the icarus theater and finds a poster advertising VANYA HARGREEVES PERFORMS SIBELIUS, MAY 21ST AT 8PM

he tells luther who tells allison who tells klaus who tells five and ben. they don’t breathe a single word of it to vanya, and all of them spend the next twenty minutes convincing the ticket seller to spare six tickets, despite the show having sold out a month ago

luther folds as soon as the man tells him “no" so diego plucks the phone from his fingers and says "you're hopeless" in an exasperatedly fond tone

ben practically has to wrestle the phone away from diego and five once it’s clear their "polite" bargaining won’t work

”he’s not gonna listen to you if you keep threatening to chop his fingers off!!!!!” “oH YEAH???? THEN I’M GONNA MAKE HIM--GIMME THAT PHONE BENJAMIN I’M NOT DONE DONT YOU DARE LET THAT TENTACLE COME ANYWHERE NEAR ME”

in the end, allison saves the day, as always. no rumoring, of course; just plain “hi, i’m allison hargreeves and--yes, i’m the lawyer in that movie, of course i’ll sign an autograph for you after the show. could we pick up our tickets tomorrow? four o’clock? that’d be great, jim. oh, can i call you jim? excellent.”

she walks away with a cocky smirk while diego mutters “show-off” under his breath, but he says it fondly enough that she lets it slide

ben spends the week leading up to the concert reading about sibelius’ life and the inspiration for his only violin concerto. on some afternoons, five joins him, being the only other member of the family who actually listens to classical music

diego starts leaving dinner in the kitchen for vanya on the nights when she has to rehearse with her orchestra, and klaus drags ben to the mall one day to look for something that’ll help with vanya’s peeling calluses

luther brushes up on classical concert etiquette, making extra sure to tell his siblings not to clap after a movement ends and to give their sister a standing ovation

(”as if we wouldn’t have already. she’s brilliant,” five assures him)

allison takes them all shopping for suits and to her surprise, none of them grumble because they’re all doing it for vanya and they’ve got thirty-two years of missed concerts and recitals to make up for

on the day itself, ben ‘accidentally’ makes too much bacon and eggs and blueberry pancakes, and he loads most of it onto vanya’s plate so she’ll have enough energy to power through all three movements of her concerto tonight. vanya’s so nervous that she doesn’t even notice

when she leaves around noon, violin case on her shoulders, they all file into allison’s room and start getting changed

vanya’s nervous as fuck of course, and fifteen minutes before she goes on, she starts regretting the fact that she never told them, it would’ve been nice to have familiar faces in the audience, but hey she’s here now and she’ll simply play the best she can because damn it she’s earned it and worked too hard on this entire thing for her to chicken out now

when she steps out, she actually thinks she’s seeing things when she spots all six of her siblings sitting in the front row, wearing the largest shit-eating grins she’s ever seen in her life

out of the corner for her eye, she sees klaus giving her two thumbs-up and mouthing “you got this” as she tunes, and it’s more than enough to make her relax completely

vanya takes a deep breath, and as soon as she starts with that familiar “sol-la-re” motif, the entire audience--her family included--is captivated

halfway through the first movement’s cadenza, ben turns to luther and whispers “how come we never went before? she’s incredible” and five’s face hardens when he replies with “because dad never let us”

diego actually sheds a tear during the second movement; allison subtly passes him a tissue, her own dark eyes damp with emotion

they’re all at the edge of their seats when vanya starts the third movement, it’s brisk tempo and syncopation more than enough to catch their attention

there’s a brief moment where vanya drops her bow and--to an outside viewer--miraculously catches it right before it falls, but her siblings see the way her eyes pulse white for a second as she levitates the bow back into her hand and resumes playing as if nothing happened, and they all trade knowing smiles afterwards

when she finally plays the final note, the audience simply lets it ring throughout the hall for a few seconds before they’re on their feet

even so, she can hear her family’s voices above the din and they look so proud and allison is crying happy tears, diego shouting “brava! bravissima!” over and over, and her other brothers all have matching grins on their faces, and oh gosh, she’s really done it, hasn’t she

they meet her in the lobby with tons of bear hugs, the largest sunflower bouquet she’s ever seen, and half-meant scolding about “why the heck didn’t you invite us, vanny? you were amazing!!!” and while five and diego argue about who gets to carry her case on the way to griddy’s, ben simply rolls his eyes and plops it onto his back

halfway to the donut shop, luther presses close to her and gives her a one-armed hug that’s slightly awkward because they’re both walking and he’s obviously the size of a house compared to her, but vanya leans into him all the same, grateful for his quiet comfort. he keeps his arm around her all the way to the shop and only lets go when klaus drags him away to look for a booth that can accomodate all seven of them

they buy her all the donuts she wants and tell her which parts of her concerto they loved best, and vanya just feels so warm, down to the tips of her toes, and it’s all because she has never felt this much love in her life before

she’s getting ready for bed that night when diego knocks on her door and pokes his head in long enough to say “i’m proud of you, you know? like really, really proud” and gives her a long hug to boot

after that day, her siblings start sitting in whichever room she’s practicing in to hear her play, and the attention is overwhelming at first, but eventually, vanya just gets used to ben reading while she slogs over tchaikovsky or luther munching on a bowl of cereal as she works on her etudes

she invites them to every concert from then on, and vanya makes something of a ritual out of plucking petals from the bouquets she receives afterwards, pressing them into a notebook and running her fingers over every single one before a show to calm her down

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allisoooon · 3 years

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On the topic of Luther and Allison, you mentioned in your Codebendency posts- which are great btw- that they are the second and third most codependent respectively. Would you be willing to elaborate a bit more on that? As well as the other siblings if you have any takes there. Only if you have the time and motivation of course. I just haven't seen anyone go as deeply into that topic before your posts and it's really interesting.

Thank you, and happily. This subject is close to my heart.

Codependency is a set of learned, maladaptive behaviors that happen when your personality becomes subservient to another. It’s sort of like being a pathological, compulsive big spoon. Someone who refuses to cut the cord. You’ve decided you can’t be loved, so you will settle for being needed, and if you’re not needed, you lack purpose in life. This most notably happens in relationships with addicts, hence Ben being a prime example, but it also happens a lot with people attached to narcissists or people with BPD, or caretakers of the chronically ill. This is not the same thing as being selfless or generous, but can be considered almost a type of addiction. It can even come with a kind of sick high, in my experience. All seven of these kids are children of a narcissist, putting them all at risk. I wouldn’t say they all are codependent—really only two of them are—just that they were all put in a position where they could have learned that set of behaviors.

The Hargreeves siblings who seem least codependent to me are the ones who have different social priorities than appeasing their abuser. Two, Diego and Vanya, have been deliberately pitted against their siblings, so their resentment puts more boundaries (walls, even) between them and the others than is typical of codependents. Rather than appeasing people, they’re working on proving their adequacy. Then Klaus just doesn’t seem to have a personality built for codependency. In fact, he’s the sort of person who attracts codependents like a magnet, more than any of the others by far, thanks to his addiction, learned helplessness, and a whopping case of CPTSD (codependents head straight for the ones everyone else has given up on). He lacks any sense of compliance. All three of these siblings have wretched self-esteem and completely valid reactions to abuse, but they’re not codependent.

Luther seems to have diminished himself so he can anticipate the needs of the abuser more easily. This allows him to protect both himself and his siblings, but at great cost. Allison’s issues are more about boundaries, and I’m a little less clear about Five, but those are the three that seem most codependent to me apart from Ben.

Oldest children in the family, in my experience, seem slightly more prone to this, though it wasn’t the case in my family. Oldest children are often expected to look after their younger siblings, and that’s really the position Luther is in as “Number One.” I’m not sure how many people realize that. Again, this is scarcely a hard and fast rule—I had Luther’s role in my family, and I was the youngest. My oldest brother was the Scapegoat (a role I think taken by either Diego or Klaus) and my other brother was the Golden Child (Allison). I think I’ve seen the kind of role I took on described as the Hero, but I relate more to the term Normalizer. I was there to caretake the family dynamic. I must have been seven or eight when the house was just about an impossible place to live in because someone had smeared toothpaste on the bathroom mirror and none of us were willing to admit to it. I didn’t do it, but I eventually “confessed” just so the situation would be over, the villain would be named, and we could all move on with our lives. I have no idea why this was such a dramatic moment in my family history (a “who broke the coffee pot” comparison wouldn’t be amiss), but it’s an example of this kind of role in a dysfunctional family. It’s how I became codependent, and it’s why I think Luther in particular was always at highest risk of any of the kids.

From the get-go, Luther’s priorities are about managing his family and solving problems—whether his family wants to comply or not. Controlling behavior is a pillar of codependency. Ben is more subtle about it, but Luther has been repeatedly told he must be in control, he must put aside his own needs and wants for the greater good, and like hell is he going to make those sacrifices only for his siblings not to cooperate. This is a man who essentially didn’t have a young adulthood, and he told himself it was a sacrifice he had to make because people needed him. Compared with the world (i.e. his father), he was unimportant and had no business pursuing selfish dreams of having a life because his time was better served helping others and placating his father.

Yeah, that’s definition codependency. This is why his utter meltdown, complete with drug use and very questionable sexual activity, was to be expected. There’s no excuse for physically assaulting your much weaker…anyone, but what crossed my mind when Luther was violent to Klaus while so disinhibited from drinking was that it really had nothing to do with Klaus. Luther was raised to see everyone in the world as being more important than him, especially his siblings. He, along with the others, was squarely blamed for Ben’s death. The most defiant thing he can do to stick it to his father is to harm one of the people he was taught to protect. Again, that is so, so far from being an excuse. But it’s fascinating to me to look at these exceptionally out-of-character moments and try to pinpoint the reason behind them. Bad writing has characters OOC for no reason; good writing understands that sometimes, people are OOC for their own reasons.

Allison is a little different. She was always able to get whatever she wanted (the Golden Child). Losing her daughter was a wake-up call, and now she almost seems to be overcompensating for her historical selfishness by trying to make up for Vanya’s entire childhood in a single week. Most of Allison’s codependent tendencies come out around Vanya and they tend to revolve around a lack of boundaries, particularly with regard to Leonard/Harold. She feels so guilty after seeing the surveillance footage of Vanya being left out that she’s willing to forgive whatever Vanya does to her when lashing out (Vanya, obviously, has even bigger issues with emotion regulation than Klaus, thanks to chemically having her emotions suppressed during that stage of childhood development). Even when Vanya cuts her throat (something Vanya feels horrible for), she blames herself. Codependents often self-blame for things that are objectively not their fault, then chafe when expected to take responsibility for their own actions. It’s a bizarre sort of mindfuckery when this happens—no one asked you to take on the blame for what someone else did, but you’re doing it as if that’s going to spare the guilty party some pain. Or maybe it’s as if you feel you should have had a better handle on the situation. Then when confronted with something you actually did wrong, it feels like the straw breaking the camel’s back. The person confronting you doesn’t see all the self-blame you’re carrying, but it can still feel like an attack.

Nonetheless, breaking into Vanya’s boyfriend’s house and essentially stalking him spoke to a serious lack of boundaries. It was done for the same reason as Luther, but as I said repeatedly in the CodeBendency posts, being motivated by the wellbeing of another person doesn’t mean an action is a good one. Do I get where Allison is coming from? Oh yes. But it’s still wrong.

One other thing can make Allison a bit higher-risk than the others. While she was not raised in a black household, black women are often expected to be tougher than other women, swallow their problems without complaining, and be there for other people with nothing in return. And being raised in a mixed-race household by a white man means almost nothing in this regard, as white people also expect this of black women, to the point of thinking they physically feel less pain than white women. I kind of don’t think this is Reginald’s thing, since he’s an alien who expects all his children to behave that way, but it’s still a risk factor.

Whatever the reason, Allison does exhibit some of that worrying tendency to consider oneself an acceptable sacrifice when someone else benefits from that sacrifice. Again, this is mostly with Vanya and the way she stands and takes it when Vanya is rude or hostile in the first season.

Five’s an oddball, having some behaviors that seem codependent on the surface and possibly even some codependent lines of thinking, but without the personality markers of a codependent. Codependents tend to be people-pleasers and manipulators who care way too much about what other people think of them, and while Five can manipulate with the best of them, his preferred method is more like the verbal equivalent of blunt force trauma. He knows what he wants and will threaten long before he people-pleases. And he definitely doesn’t give a crap about what most people think of him.

What does seem somewhat codependent is that his actions are undeniably for the benefit of his siblings, often at his own expense, and he’s only semi-interested in involving them in his plans. He spent forty-five years building up this idea that he would save his siblings, that he alone could do so because, clearly, they weren’t able to save themselves the first time, so I could see how he’d start to think of them as a little helpless. He didn’t even tell them (apart from Vanya) about the imminence of the apocalypse until three days prior to it. Even in season two, he doesn’t trust them. He trusts them more than he did, but not enough to give them any input with regard to his Big Plans. Codependents very, very often don’t see other people as competent and trust only themselves to get things done. This is because they come from a world where chaos reigned unless they, specifically, were the one to control it.

The more I think about it, it seems less like codependency and more like straight-up PTSD (which we know he has). It’s not that his identity and self-worth have been taken over by his siblings so much as he is hypervigilant. He had only himself to rely upon in the apocalypse, whereas codependency is learned through a social situation where someone needs or expects you to take care of them. Still an interesting thought. Someone else might have a different conclusion, and obviously, a person can have as many psychological problems as their psyche damn well pleases, but I don’t think he’s a codependent the way Ben and Luther are, nor even borderline like Allison in season one, just that he has some tendencies, such as ignoring a shrapnel wound or shoving his nigh-invincible brother out of the way of falling bricks and being buried under them himself, that smack of those types of behaviors.

One other family member who is probably codependent is Pogo, but I’m holding out for what season three reveals about him and his motivations. He fascinates me and I want to see so much more of him.

#the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #tua #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #dr. pogo #this got long #a bit of armchairing about the PTSD #tua meta #ask answered #viktor hargreeves

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fiveisnumber1 · 4 years

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Timeless - Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 3828

Warnings: None

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Pt 11 - Lost In The Past

You didn't know how long it had been since you started crying but there came a point where you could cry no more. The tears no longer fell and your screams were nothing more than gasps of air. You felt empty like every last bit of emotion inside you was just released into the hollow house. Wiping the tears from your eyes you felt a gentle hand stroke your hair.

"There there, why don't we go get you some food to eat? You must be hungry after all that crying." Grace says

You turn your head to look at her and give her a small nod. Grace extends her hand to help you stand from the floor and when you stand she wraps an arm around you, guiding you to the kitchen. Sitting you down at the kitchen table, Grace starts to cook while you try to come to terms with your new reality. You had so many questions and yet you weren't sure if you had the words to vocalize them.

"Grace?" You call

"Hm?" She replies

"What happened since I've been gone?" You question softly

"Well George W. Bush served as president until 2008 when Barack Obama was elected to the presidency. The company Apple invented the iPhone in 2007 which revolutionized technology by giving phones touch screens. Youtube, Facebook, and other social media platforms grew to international success during the time you were gone. The-" Grace replies but you cut her off

"No, I mean...what happened here?" You say

Grace stops cooking for a second and turns to you.

"Oh. Well, you and Five went missing on the same day eleven years ago and things were never quite the same. Your disappearances took a toll on both your family and ours. I remember that about three years after you left, your parents packed up and moved to wherever they went. They were so distraught and I don't blame them it's very difficult to lose a child. I recall that back then Diego really tried his best to track them down in case you ever came back."

"What happened to Diego? And the others?"

"Diego left the house right when he turned eighteen, and Vanya, Klaus, and Allison left shortly thereafter which happened about six or so years ago. Luther stayed but now he's up on the moon doing some important research for Mr. Hargreeves!"

"You forgot about Ben." You state

"Oh right...Ben. Ben died on a mission in 2006. I don't know if you saw in the courtyard but there's a memorial statue for him there."

"He died?" You reply shocked

Grace nods.

"Yes and that was the straw that broke the camel's back, after you and Five went missing, and Ben's death, the rest of the children had no desire to stay in the house. It's difficult having to lose all your children one by one..." Grace states before putting on a chipper voice "Anyway here's a grilled cheese sandwich!"

"Oh." You say surprised at her quick shift of emotion "Uh, thank you."

"No problem (Y/N). Feel free to walk around the house and if you need anything else just ask! I'll be in the laundry room." Grace says before leaving

As she exits the kitchen and heads upstairs to the laundry room, you stare at the grilled cheese before pushing the plate away and putting your face in your hands. Everything felt like it was moving at a million miles per hour and you couldn't make it stop. You needed to get your mind off of things. Lifting you head out of your hands you stand up and grab your sandwich off the plate and walk towards a calendar on the kitchen wall. It read November 22nd, 2013. You shook your head and decided to leave the room. Strolling out of the kitchen and around the Umbrella Academy, you look at paintings of the former academy members. With each painting, the number of kids grew less and less as if time was making them disappear. You continue to walk around as you eat your sandwich taking in the empty sights. Passing different rooms, memories replayed in your mind so strongly that it was like you were right there in them again. You could practically see and hear the Hargreeves kids running down the halls and fighting with each other in those dumb uniforms they used to wear but you knew those experiences were just in your mind. This building had become a haunted house filled with the ghosts of past memories that would never come back. Looking outside at the snowy scene you decide to brave the elements and head out to the courtyard. This time instead of frantically looking for signs of life you take in the sight of death. You make your way over to the statue of what looks to be an older version of Ben. The statue has a solemn look on its face as it looks down on you.

"I guess you're the only one left here." You comment to the statue

You got no response. You didn't expect one but it was worth a shot. You looked down at the pedestal the statue was on and read the epitaph.

May the darkness within you find peace in the light

You wrote that to him in the journal you gave him for all of your 13th birthdays. Things really had changed while you were gone. With the cold starting to set in, you head back inside and go stand in the parlor next to the fireplace. Looking up at the painting of Five once more, a mix of emotions started churning inside you. Anger, grief, confusion, hurt. All of them overwhelmed you.

"You know this is all your fault Five." You start to rant to the painting "If you hadn't gotten mad about whatever it was you were mad about neither of us would be in this situation."

You pace back and forth in front of the fireplace, your feelings of hurt and anger growing stronger like the flames before you. You continue to yell louder at the painting in front of you,

"Oh leave me alone (Y/N) you wouldn't get it. Bullshit! Do you see what you've done? Look at me! I have no family, no home, no friends, nothing because of you and your stupid superiority complex! All of it is gone! Do you hear me?"

By this point, you were actively staring down the painting, pointing and screaming at it,

"I HAVE NOTHING! NOTHING BECAUSE OF YOU! I LOST EVERYTHING AND THAT INCLUDES MY BEST FRIEND! HOW DARE YOU FIVE! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Child, yelling at the painting is not going to console your grief." You hear a voice say from behind you

Turning around you find Mr. Hargreeves to be standing there.

"Why do you keep the painting up then?" You retort crossing your arms

"I keep it up to remember the boy." he answers, "I told him not to mess with time travel but he refused to listen."

"He thought he was better than everyone." You comment

"He thought he was better than most people, not all, but most." Reginald replies "Now if you're going to be staying here there are going to be rules that you need to follow."

"Who said I was staying here?" You remark

"You have other accommodations?" He questions

You let out a huff.

"No." you reply annoyed

It was true, you had nowhere else to go and this was probably your only chance of having a home of sorts. You heard the stories of what it was like to live with Reginald and although you didn't want to, you knew that you had no other choice.

"Very well. I will have Pogo inform you of the daily schedule of eating, training, and studying."

"Slow your roll old man, training?" you question raising an eyebrow

"Of course. To develop your powers." He responds blankly

"Listen, if I'm going to live here and have to deal with your rules then I have some conditions. First, I will train my powers and let you research them but do NOT expect me to put on a little uniform and become the only member of the second class of the Umbrella Academy. That's not happening. Second, if you want me to learn something it will wait until the weekend because during the week I want to go to school. Third, I have autonomy of where I go both inside and outside this house. I am not going to live my life solely in one bedroom. Do I make myself clear?" You demand

"I see time hasn't dulled that sharp tongue and insolent attitude of yours." Reginald remarks

"Well what eleven years is to you has been like two hours to me." you retort

"Fine. I agree with your conditions and the schedule will be adjusted accordingly but you MUST stick to it and the house rules or I will not tolerate your requests further." Reginald replies

"Deal." You state curtly

"I'll have Grace deal with your living accommodations. Now keep quiet."

"One more thing. You got his eyes wrong, they're a brighter blue." You say gesturing to the painting of Five

Reginald turns to walk away and you flop down on the couch. This is not what you expected when you woke up that morning...eleven years ago. All of it was still so surreal and you didn't know what to do. So you did nothing, you just laid on the couch staring at the ceiling silently and let the world pass by as it had done already. You didn't notice how much time had gone by until you heard Grace call out,

"(Y/N)!"

"I'm here." You reply sitting up from the couch

"Mr. Hargreeves told me that you're going to be staying with us. I'm so happy to hear that! Now I have the pleasure of being able to take care of you too!" She says happily "Let's get you situated!"

Grace and you walk upstairs and into the hall that housed the former rooms of the children.

"You can pick whichever room you want!" Grace explains "Allison's room is all set up in terms of having girlier items, and Vanya's room is smaller but it's barren so you can decorate it however you want! Luther and Ben's rooms are super organized! We can always redo Klaus or Diego's rooms and there's always Fi-"

"I'll take a look at the rooms and let you know." You quickly shoot out

Grace gives you a slightly shocked look before smiling and saying,

"Oh alright, I'm going to make dinner then. Just let me know before bedtime so I can get some clean sheets for you."

You didn't mean to cut off Grace but Five's room was the only room you didn't check earlier. Going in there wasn't something you were prepared to do right now and it definitely wasn't the one you were going to stay in. It would hurt too much, not only because of all the memories made in there but because it looked right across at your old room which was now frozen in time. Passing the closed door of Five's room you walk down the hall and carefully examine all the other options. You saw that Allison and Luther had two of the largest rooms, and you were surprised you couldn't find a hole cut in their shared wall to secretly enter each others. Nevertheless, Luther had only left recently so you didn't want his room and Allison's room had too much of her stuff in it and you knew even with rearranging you couldn't make it feel like your own. Making your way down the hall you saw Vanya's barren room but decided against it because it was too small. Klaus' room was too messy even though he hadn't been there for years and you felt weird about staying in Ben's room since it was still his when he passed away. All that was left was Diego's room. It wasn't as large as Luther or Allison's but it wasn't as small as Vanya's. You still felt a little awkward about taking it but out of all the options it was the best choice. Hearing a bell ring you went down to the dining room for dinner. Mr. Hargreeves was already there standing behind his seat at the head of the table. You stood behind the seat at the opposite head.

"Sit." He commanded

You sat down and Grace dished out food for both you and Mr. Hargreeves. The dinner was silent, the only sounds were that of the silverware clanking against your plates. When finished you excused yourself from the table. As you were walking away Grace asked,

"Did you pick a room?"

"Ah yes, I'll be staying in Diego's room." You answer

"Well it's not Diego's room anymore silly, it's yours! I'll go get some fresh sheets for the bed."

As you head to Diego's room you quickly get an idea to try and make the room more of your own. Transporting yourself to your old room you grab three items before transporting yourself back to the academy. As you approach Diego's room with the items in your arms you see that Grace had finished making the bed. Entering, you place the items on the desk. The diary replica that your parents gave you, the music box, and the teddy bear that Five gave you. It wasn't much but the items comforted you. Putting on a pair of pajamas you got ready for bed. As you pulled the bedsheets down Grace appeared behind you in the doorway and said,

"Goodnight (Y/N), sleep well."

She started to walk away when you called out,

"Grace?"

"Yes (Y/N)?" she replies

"Do you- do you think you could tuck me in?"

You saw as her expression was both happy and sad in a way. Like there was a piece missing that you somehow filled with that question.

"Of course," She replied a smile coming on to her face

You got into the bed and Grace happily tucked you in. Pulling the covers a top of she couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness that she lost years ago. The house had been so empty since all the kids left, but now she had someone to take care of and although the circumstances were less than great for you she wanted to make sure that she could give you the best. Quietly, she turned the light off and closed the door so you could fall asleep.

After that day the Hargreeves house had become your home. Over the next month, you moved most of your stuff from your old room to your new one. Having your stuff helped to make the transition easier although it also made you miss your past. To pass the time, you religiously wrote in the replica diary about each day but instead of writing dear diary for each entry, you wrote Dear Five. You hoped that if he came back one day you could give him the diary to read about what you were up to so it was like he was always there with you. With some help, you got enrolled in school but wouldn't start until after winter break. Even as you settled into the routine of training and living, you still felt all the emotions that you had that first day. You knew you wouldn't get over them immediately but you wished you had a better outlet. Going to Grace one day you asked her,

"Grace, do you have any ideas on how to get these negative feelings out in a healthy way? I know they won't go away but I'm hoping I can make them less strong."

"Hmm. Well if you put the energy that you spend on those feelings into different activities it might help. You could play the piano again or you can take up a physical sport. I heard boxing is really good for taking negative energy out." Grace responds "Actually I think there is a boxing club in the area. How about you check it out tomorrow?"

"Alright, I can try that. Do you think they're open though, it is Christmas Eve." You reply

"If my knowledge is correct, this one is open 365 days a year." Grace replies

You nodded and once you had figured out where it was you put on exercise clothes. Grace bundled you up in a warm jacket and with that, you walked your way over to the boxing club. Entering you approached a desk where an old man sat.

"Hi, I'd like to learn to box." You say

"You're a little small to learn, don't you think?" He replies

"I have a hundred dollars that say I'm not too small." You state holding up the bill

"Can't argue with that." The old man says taking the cash

He escorts you over to a punching bag.

"Wait here, I'll get you someone to teach you." He says before turning his attention "Hey Kraken, get your ass over here. I need you to teach this kid."

Slowly a man steps out of the boxing ring where he was practicing and walks over to where you and the old man are. The old man walks away as the younger man takes off his gear. He says,

"Hey, I'm-"

But he stops abruptly. The man just stares at you blankly.

"Are you okay?" You ask

"Sorry, you look like someone I used to know." He says

Something about this man felt familiar but you couldn't place it. The man sticks out his hand to shake yours. You go to shake it but when you look down at his wrist he has an all too familiar marking there, a tattoo of an umbrella in a circle. You look at the tattoo before looking up again at the man and start to recognize the features of the boy you used to know, now all grown up.

"Diego?" you question softly

"H-h-how did you know my name?" He stutters

"I knew it because you do know me. It's me, (Y/N)," you reply softly

You can see the confusion on his face turn into a softer expression. Although it might not have been evident to his other siblings, Diego was a deeply emotional person and you saw that exact look you were seeing in his eyes many times before when you two were younger.

"No. It can't be. You look exactly the same, you should be my age" He questions, the emotion on his face becoming more evident

"Accidentally traveling through time will do that to you. Please you have to believe me Eggo." You begged

He was having doubts that it was truly you but that all went away when you called him that name. It was a dumb nickname you gave him when one time Luther refused to let go of him. You kept exclaiming "let go my eggo" as you tried to use your powers to get Luther off. No one else but you ever knew of that. Tears formed in Diego's eyes but quickly after he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.

"Hey everyone! My sister is back! We thought she went missing but she's back!" Diego exclaims to the people in the boxing club

There are some cheers and congratulations shouted from across the gym as Diego puts you back down. For so long he hoped that you would come back and now here you were like a Christmas miracle. You were more like a sibling to him in the short amount of time he knew you than his own siblings were. Instead of learning to box the two of you talked. You explained everything that you had gone through and your current living situation. He didn't like that you were living in that house with his father but he knew that he didn't have the means to house you nor properly take care of you. One thing he did know is that he was going to make sure that after all this misery you could have a better life. Even though time had gone on and he was older now you were still like a sister to him but now you were his little sister and he was determined to protect you from any harm the world might throw your way. He was going to be the best older brother he could be to you and make sure that you would not have to face the life he did.

And so for the next five years, Diego was there for every important moment in your life, always trying to support you and make it better. He dropped you off on your first day of school when spring semester rolled around and every first day after. He went to every piano recital you had and sat front row. When there was a father-daughter dance fundraiser he went to make sure you weren't alone. He trained you and coached you in boxing and was there for every single match. He planned a huge sweet 16 birthday party using what money he had. He was the one who took you on your first college visits when you were 17. He took time out of his days to practice working on your powers. For everything, he was there and on top of that, he regularly took you out of the house to spend time with you. You were his little sister, his true sister and he wanted you to know it.

Along with everything Diego did for you, you were grateful for some of the things you had gotten in the Hargreeves house. After about a year or so you stopped calling Grace by her name and started to call her mom. If androids could cry tears of joy Grace would have the first time that word left your mouth. Pogo had convinced Reginald to get you a piano play and in an odd act of kindness, he did. Along with that, your powers developed greatly under the supervision of Reginald and Pogo. You were able to do more in terms of manipulating the molecules in the world around you and were able to start seeing disturbances in them as well. Life wasn't perfect but through the years it got easier. But although you were growing up and trying to move on with your life, even after all those years Five never left your mind for a second. You missed him greatly and hated that the last words the two of you shared were ones of anger. You wondered if he was still mad at you. Each moment of every day Five still consumed your mind and you hoped that wherever he was, in another time and place, that he was doing okay and that one day he would come back to you.

Check out the side story here:

The Missing Five Years - “Lost In The Past” Side story

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visforvengeance · 4 years

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Luther Hargreeves // Test me

S M U T

Notes: requested by @canonbiwonderwoman and others! sorry it took me so long :( being a senior is hard. the is for pre-monkey accident luthor and he is still a virgin. after this i think i have more requests for diego, and then ben and allison. i wrote this on a whim bc i love this song!! hope you like it!!

Warnings: rough sex (like rough blowjob), cursing, bad ending perhaps. i think thats it

Song

Third person”s POV

Y/n”s nerves were getting the best of her. She’d done this hundreds of times before, but she felt the same before every performance. She peaked through the curtains to see a floor full of people who came just for her. The announcer had gotten on stage to introduce her and she took a deep breath. She looked down at the skintight, glittery gown and smoothed it of its wrinkles. She stepped up to the microphone and waited for the curtains to open.

When they saw her face, clapping and shouting erupted in the speakeasy. She smiled and winked at a few of the guys upfront. She pretended not to notice the dirty looks she received from their girlfriends and wives. The music began and she swayed her hips to the rhythm. She looked around the crowd and couldn’t help but notice a pair of blue eyes on her. The man they belonged to eyed her figure as he drank his whiskey.

When he noticed that she was staring back at him, he’d nearly choked on his drink. She smirked at his reaction and began singing her song,

“Hey God, I'll be the jester

Entertain ya to the best of my ability

When I suffer more, fragility when I answer

Pay me for a reason, oh-oh

So stop complaining, we all have our seasons, oh-oh

It's not just a joke or a lesson to live through

Every which way and second, there's a breakthrough”

He stopped mid-drink at the sound of her voice. God, he’d never heard something so beautiful. She was so sexy, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She stared straight into his eyes like she was singing to him. Little did he know that she was. She continued swaying her hips while she felt up the microphone stand. He stood up, taking his chair with him, he moved closer to the stage. She did not fail to notice how big and tall he was. She wondered if he’d want to come back to her dressing room when she was finished.

“I'm not to bе forgotten

Drop your books when I walk in

Magic talks without talking

I'll make thе most before the coffin

Born to be desired, oh-oh

Gotta learn, yeah, eyes are always on the next score

But space isn't there to always be filled up

It's the quiet, the downtime to breathe in my lungs”

When she sang the first two lines, she’d hoped that he knew she was aware of how much power she had over him. He felt that in his soul. He thought his rapid heartbeat was overpowering the music and her voice. The guy next to him leaned over and said something. “She’s a dime, ain’t she?” Luther looked over at him, speechless and nodded.

She ran a hand up her smooth thigh and Luther’s eyes followed. The more she threw hints, the more he got turned on.

“Cause I'm mortal, oh-oh-oh

(Give me an A+ if I'm doing this thing right)

Defected by this form, oh-oh-oh

And I'd rather be tested by goddesses

Resting their heads upon pillows of all they have learned”

She wrapped up her song. And once again, the speakeasy was flooded with a wave of applause. She smiled and thanked everyone. She looked over at Luther and motioned for him to follow her. He didn’t hesitate to catch up with her. Neither of them spoke as he stared at her figure with such intimacy.

They reached the room and Luther rushed to open the door for her. She looked up at him and smirked. He answered with a shy smile. What was going to happen now? Why am I here? Luther was confused. He didn’t know what she wanted but a small part of him hoped that it was something he wanted too.

“I haven’t seen you here before. I think I’d recognize a pretty face like that.” She said as she offered him a drink. He took it and mumbled a thank you. “I usually sit very far in the back. It’d probably be too dark for you to see me,” He said softly. She nodded and took a seat facing him. She crossed one leg over the over, not bothering to fix the slit of her dress back in place.

Luther gulped at the exposed skin and tried his hardest not to stare. She giggled at his cuteness. “Did you enjoy the show?” She questioned even though she knew the answer. “Y-yes. Your performance was..uh. It was beautiful. Very talented,” he stuttered. She put out the cigarette she lit and sat her drink on the vanity. She walked over to the couch that Luther sat on and took his drink from his hands, doing the same thing she’d done to hers earlier.

She sat in his lap and played with the buttons on his shirt. “I couldn’t help but notice the connection between us. Did I get the right idea?” She pouted at him. He nodded furiously. She placed her lips on his and laid her hands flat on his chest. He kissed her back instantly and placed his hands on her waist.

Eventually they laid down on the couch. Y/n straddled Luther’s waist as his hand explored her body in a feverish manner. He broke the kiss, shame written all over his face. “Is something wrong, love?” Y/n asked, worriedly. “I-uh. Before we get any further, there’s something you should know.” Y/n waited for him to continue. “I’m a virgin. And also like super strong. Like inhumanly strong. I could probably lift this couch with 25 people on it and not break a sweat.” He waited for her to tell him to get out but she never did. Instead, she just smiled and pecked his lips. “You know, I can deal with those things. It’s not a problem.” She laughed and he joined in.

They continued their kissing and Y/n started to remove her clothing. Luther just watched in awe. He’d never seen a woman this close to him and naked before. The bulge in his pants gave him away. He wanted so badly to soothe the feeling of his throbbing cock, but he was shy. She returned to her place in his lap. The hardness of his cock pushed up against her aching cunt and it caused her to moan. Luther thought it was even more beautiful than her singing.

She placed his hands on her tits, forcing him to give them a squeeze. ‘They’re so soft,’ he thought. They were the softest things he’d ever felt. She moved to take off his clothing. When she got to his pants, she unbuttoned them and his cock sprung free. It stood proudly against his abdomen. She looked at it hungrily. It was bigger than she was used to and she pondered on how she’d take it.

Luther started to blush. He looked at her nervously. Was he too big? They both thought simultaneously. Y/n didn’t care. She licked one soft strip up against the underside of his cock. Luther screwed his eyes shut at the sensation. She kissed and sucked on his tip. Luther had never felt anything like this. His hand certainly did not compare.

She began taking what she could of him into her mouth. Soon the dressing room was filled with his moans. She bopped her head up and down, saliva dripping down his balls. The feeling of her hot and wet mouth was too much for him. He began to fuck her face. Feeling too much euphoria to worry about how rough he was being. The tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat made her gag, but she wasn’t bothered by it.

He forced her head all the way down until her nose touched his skin. He came in her mouth, keeping his hands on the back of her head. She had no choice but to swallow. When he was finished and he realized what he was doing, he released her from his grip. He began apologizing profusely. But she just kissed him.

She climbed on top of him without breaking the kiss. Her lips tasted of his cum, Luther didn’t mind the taste. It just turned him on more. She guided his cock into her pussy and began grinding her hips. Luther twitched and moaned. His hands gripped at her ass, moving her back and forth. Y/n felt the butterflies in her belly the more she grew closer to her orgasm.

Her nails gripped at his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indentations on his skin. The pain added onto the pleasure for Luther. He trailed kisses from her lips to her jaw and then to her neck. She wrapped her small hands around his throat, careful not to choke him. But she squeezed a little, forcing him to take a deep breath.

Their orgasms ripped through them and their moans filled the room. Luther kissed her shoulder and she laid her head in the crook of his neck. “How’s that for a first time?” She joked. She felt Luther’s chest vibrate. Smiling at herself for making him laugh. “I’ll probably remember that for the rest of my life.”

#The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy smut #the umbrella academy season 2 #luther hargreeves #luther hargreeves imagine #luther hargreeves smut #diego hargreeves #Allison Hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves

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ancientstone · 4 years

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Imagine description: The Hargreeves siblings stand together, each with their own name tag with a brief description of what they are up to in the second season.

Reads:

Luther: Tom Hooper - After landing in the 1960s, the super-strong Luther lands a job with a mobster boss

Vanya: Ellen Page - Vanya is hiding out on a farm, But her powerful soundwave abilities won't lie dormant for long

Diego: David Castañeda - Diego's knife-throwing skills don't do him much good when he's locked up in an asylum

Klaus: Robert Sheehan - Klaus has abused his powers as a medium to start a cult - with dead brother Ben as unhappy sidekick

Allison: Emma Raver-Lampman - Will Allison use her powers to help the Civil Rights movement?

Ben: Justin H Min - Deceased Ben has been stuck with Klaus for years, and now he's keen to get his own (after)life

Number Five: Aidan Gallagher - A 58-year-old stuck in a teenager's body, he must track down his errant siblings

The main article reads as:

Raining on our parade

Not-quite-super heroes

The Umbrella Academy

While there won't be any superhero movies lighting up the multiplexes this summer, comic-book fans can still get their fix thanks to The Umbrella Academy. The first series of the offbeat drama because the third most popular show on Netflix in 2019 behind Stranger Things and The Witcher, and series two of the far-from-average cape crusader arrives on 31 July.

Based on the comic by My Chemical Romance musician Gerard Way and artist Gabriel Bá, the story follows a group of superpowered children trained to be heroes by a ruthless billionaire (Colm Feore). As adults, they’re traumatised and disaffected by their violent upbringing - and after failing to stop the apocalypse in 2019 and escaping through time, they start series two scattered throughout the early 1960s in Dallas, Texas.

“We’re now taking them into this whole new world where they’re going to be tested in different ways,” says British actor Tom Hopper, who plays super-strong ex-team leader Luther. “That’s what I love about each season - it puts us into a whole new world and presses the reset button again, rather than just carrying on where we left off.”

Alongside time-travelling assassins, talking goldfish and hyper-intelligent chimps, you can expect plenty of classic rock music, a JFK storyline, Civil Rights clashes, Russian spies, and even the rise of a psychedelic cult as we tick off the 1960s staples - and looking ahead, the cast are hoping for even weirder and wilder adventures in the years to come.

“Especially the way series two ends, I think there are so many avenues there,” says Hopper.

“The show is very, very popular, so we’re optimistic,” adds co-star Robert Sheehan (Misfits). “We’d love to keep the engines rolling.”

Article by Huw Fullerton

(End i.d.)

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clementineofmine · 3 years

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Here, I wrote a fluffy fic about our favorite kiddos ruining Veginald’s holiday party. (I’ll also put it on AO3)

Enjoy!

REGINALD THROWS A CHRISTMAS PARTY: IT GOES AS EXPECTED

"Typical," Five spat as he listened to Grace's announcement about the Christmas party. "Dad even knows how to take the fun out of holidays. I'm sure this soiree will be full of big shot politicians or whoever he's trying to schmooze these days."

He turned and started pacing around the room, hands pulling at his hair. "And what do we get to do? We get to perform tricks, like the trained monkeys that we are."

"Hey!" Luther responded. "Five, that's enough. Remember Dad's lecture? About how we need to show good manners at all times? This could be an opportunity for the Umbrella Academy."

Five scoffed and turned away. He was sick of Number One's blind obedience and repetition of Dad's rhetoric.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one. "Opportunity, my ass," muttered Diego. "He just wants to humiliate us."

"Diego! Language." Grace interjected. Once delivering the announcement she had stood calmly, allowing the children the opportunity to speak, but foul language always triggered her circuits.

"You boys are just spoilsports," Allison decried even as her eyes lit up with excitement. "This is going to be so much fun!"

"Really?" Vanya asked with awe. "Are you going to sing a solo, Allison? Gosh, I would be scared to sing in front of so many people."

In reality, Vanya was just praying that she wouldn't be excluded from this event. It's not like performing at a Christmas party required one to be special, right?

"Have you picked out a song, Allison?" Grace asked.

Allison took a breath, and set a smile on her face in contrast to her scowling brothers. "I'm going to sing…'All I Want for Christmas is -" and she pointed at Luther as she belted out the words "Youuuuuuuu'."

Luther turned a shade of crimson and looked away as the other children rolled their eyes simultaneously.

Grace simply nodded. "That sounds lovely, dear." She turned to the cluster of boys slumped on the couch. "Klaus, Ben, do you know what you want to do?" Grace asked. Klaus nodded his head vigorously while Ben shook his side to side fearfully. "Remember children, we need to tell your father tomorrow what you will be performing, so if you don't have a song you want to sing, I suggest you use the rest of this library research period to find one."

"This is stupid," said Diego, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning back against the couch cushions.

"We could sing a song together," Luther suggested, and the others immediately scowled. "As a team. How about the '12 Days of Christmas'?"

A collective groan chased its way around the room.

"Luther, if you think I'm singing five golden rings, you've got another thing coming" Five hissed. He knew he had hit the mark when he saw Luther scowl, his face turning even redder.

Before he could reply, Five continued. "Besides, I'm not singing, with you or anybody else. Vanya can play the violin and I'll accompany her on the piano."

Vanya looked over at Five, her eyes wide and hopeful. "Really? You - you mean that?"

"Sure," Five shrugged. "Why not. It's the best shitty option. Pick out what you want - I don't really care. Just find me the sheet music today so I'll have enough time to practice." With that, sat down in one of the library's big oak chairs, pulled the notebook he always carried out of his pocket, and began ignoring his siblings.

"Oh!" Vanya exclaimed. "Oh, thank you, Five! I’ll go pick something right now. Mom?" she turned to Grace. "Do we have sheet music in the library?"

Grace nodded. "Yes dear, I believe we do. Does anyone else want to look at sheet music?"

"I don't need sheet music, I know the words already," Allison said. "And I don't want Five to accompany me, anyway."

"Good, cuz i didn't offer," Five muttered, not looking up.

"I'll accompany you, dear" said Grace. "What did you say you wanted to sing? All I Want for Christmas? Is that by Irving Berlin? He's your father's favorite, you know."

"No, it's by Mariah Carey!" Klaus rolled his eyes and swayed his hips, mimicking Allison's earlier movements lewdly. "All want for Christmas is yooooouuuuu!" Luther's ears turned an additional shade of red.

“Ok, come on, we have to pick something to sing,” Luther says through gritted teeth. “How about ‘White Christmas’?” Diego and Ben both shook their heads vehemently. Now that they knew it was Dad’s favorite, anything by Irving Berlin was off limits.

“Hey we should do something fun. Like, 'Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer’?” Klaus looked around hopefully, but saw no takers. “Ok, what about ‘Frosty the Snowman’?”

“Klaus, we’re almost eleven. Not six. Let’s quit it with the kids songs.”

Klaus huffed and scowled at his brother. “Well everybody likes ‘Jingle Bells’,” he muttered.

Diego looked up at that, an idea forming in his brain on how to make the best of a bad situation. “Hey! I want to do ‘Jingle Bells’. Ben, you in?"

"Ugh, fine I guess."

"Good. You can sing and I'll do the bells," Diego smirked.

"Damn it, that's not fair Diego!" Ben protested.

"This whole situation is not fair, Ben," Diego said with a shrug. It’s either that or you sing with these idiots." He gestured over to Numbers One and Four.

"Alright, great, ‘Jingle Bells’ it is.” Luther looks around at his team. “That just leaves me and...Klaus?”

Klaus’s eyes lit up and he gave Luther a wicked smile. "Hey, I know what we can do. How about we show off those new dance moves Mom taught us?" He stood up and mimicked waltzing around the room holding an invisible partner.

"I’m not dancing with you, Klaus." It was Luther’s turn to roll his eyes.

"Whyyyyy noooot" Klaus whined, pouting at Luther as he continued twirling.

"What about...Little Drummer Boy?"

"Oh, fucking Christ, no!" Klaus yelled.

"Klaus! Language!" Grace’s smile transformed into the admonishment frown that Klaus was all too familiar with.

"Sorry, Mom," Klaus grumbled. "But Luther has the...stupidest ideas."

"How about -” Luther searched his brain for an idea. “-Silent Night’?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine. I don’t even care anymore."

“Now that that’s decided, maybe we can get back to ‘Silent Reading Time’” Five muttered again from his chair.

The show went off....well no one would say without a hitch. But it went off just the same.

Allison insisted on going first (of course) and while her exuberance embraced the spirit of the holidays, her propensity to barely miss the high notes while making up for the lacking pitch with excessive volume was more than enough to put a small crease between Reginald’s eyes.

Sir Hargreeves seemed to relax slightly (as much as relax was a verb that could be used to describe the uptight host) as Five and Vanya went next, playing a passable rendition of ‘Greensleeves’. Reginald was pleased to see that Number Five managed to smile and look relatively charming (if one didn't look too closely at the sarcasm buried beneath the smile). He didn’t notice that Vanya was as red as a beet because he didn’t look at Number Seven at all.

Numbers Two and Six (an odd pairing, thought Reginald absently) entered the stage area next. As Grace began playing the lively tune, Diego produced a set of sleighbells and began ringing them with forced enthusiasm. While his mouth moved at the appropriate times, it became quickly apparent that the only vocal sound was coming from Ben, a sound which grew quieter and quieter until it disappeared completely by the third verse, leaving Grace’s piano notes and Diego’s bell ringing to finish out the song.

Sir Reginald’s frown had returned.

As his guests clapped coolly and politely, he was glad to see the least disappointing child stepped out in front of the piano. Number One’s uniform was crisp, his hair was neat, and he stood with correct posture. Sir Reginald breathed an inaudible sigh of relief.

“Where is Klaus?” Luther whispered out of the corner of his mouth at Diego and Ben as he passed, but they only shrugged.

Well, the show must go on. Luther pasted on his best smile, and nodded to Grace solemnly. And, as rehearsed, he opened his mouth and took a breath just as the instrumental bars of the music led towards the start of the first verse. Luther had practiced those words with Grace relentlessly over the last week, until he could utter them in his sleep. He knew the words backwards and forwards, and even considered singing in the original German (which he spoke fluently).

Alas, Luther never got to utter a single syllable. Just as he opened his mouth, he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. Klaus stumbled into the ballroom, his disheveled uniform covered by a rich velvet cape that bore a surprising resemblance to a curtain from one of the third floor guest rooms. There was a crown of tinsel jammed on his head crookedly, and several long garlands wrapped around his shoulders and torso.

Luther blew his cue. And the next one. And the one after that, as Grace circled back smoothly for the third time. He was frozen in place in horror at the sight before him.

Klaus appeared to be oblivious to the crowd, oblivious to the beat, but not quite oblivious to Luther as he shot his brother a dastardly wink as he spun past. Half a waltz, half ballet, and half a herb-induced trance, Klaus stumbled, bowed, and spun around for a good fifteen seconds before he finally crashed into one of the Christmas trees, causing it to topple over onto the piano with a tremendous crash.

That snapped Luther out of his trance. A quick look at their father showed barely restrained hostility. Luther was sure that it was only the presence of the many guests, some of which were chuckling politely, others who found a sudden interest in the buffet table, keeping Reginald's temper at bay.

Luther knew he was expected to fix this situation, so he did the only thing he could think of: he walked over to his brother, extracted the flailing mess of limbs from the tree's branches, slung him over his shoulder, and walked as quickly as decorum would allow out of the room.

“And to alllllll, a good night!” Klaus cried out, his voice carrying over the sound of the piano and echoing in the high ceilings of the Academy ballroom.

The other children scrambled to make their exits, trying to be invisible to their father's enraged stare. Ever unflappable, Grace played on, the piano music soothing over the sounds of the disaster children's shoes shuffling over the polished floors.

The children were each made to do seven days of dishes as a punishment.

Luther and Diego both handled their tasks with the usual competitive stoicism of Numbers One and Two.

Allison and Ben grumbled incessantly during their punishment days about how it was all just so unfair.

Vanya offered to do Five’s share. She felt bad, knowing that he didn’t do anything to deserve the punishment.

“Oh, no way.” Five responded with an absent wave. When Vanya made to protest, he continued. “Klaus is going to do them, aren’t you?”

Klaus gave a wide grin.“Oh sure, fine, whatever. It was totally worth it. I mean did you guys see Dad's face? It was as red as Luther’s."

Unsurprisingly, the children were never again invited to Reginald’s annual holiday party.

#veginald hargrapes #tua christmas party #we were just kids #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #grace hargreeves #tua fics #i wrote it

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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The whole package (Diego Hargreeves x Fem! reader)

A/N: Okay, I'm finally catching up with the requests... And how exciting that they have already confirmed the third season of Umbrella Academy!!!!

Words: 2,115

Request: Hi! So I saw your requests are open... here goes one! For Diego from TUA: he starts dating this girl, and after some time she decides that it’s time for him to meet her little daughter. I think he would be kind of wary around her at the beginning, but he would eventually warm up to her and ve just so soft around her? Anyways, I think that at the time he would introduce his girl and his not by blood but in bond little one to his siblings, they would see what a natural softy papa bear he is💕

The couple is in the small room that he rents in the gym where he also works. Both lying on the bed, Diego slowly strokes her hair, while Y/N traces her fingers on his chest.

"I've been thinking," says Diego.

"Oh no. That’s never a good sign,” the girl jokes and Diego makes a face.

“Anyway, I was thinking,” he continues, “we’ve never talked about meeting our families.” Y/N's body tenses. She moves away a little and sits next to him.

"I thought you didn't want me to meet your family." He raises his eyebrows.

"Well," Diego scratches his head. "I'm not excited, they are insane, but..." He looks at her. "Wait, don't you want to meet them?"

"If you say it's a bad idea, I don't see why making it so important," She responds, looking away.

"I think you are the first girlfriend I’ve had that doesn’t want to meet my siblings, not even my mother," he suspects.

"It's not a big deal, Diego," She says.

"We've been dating for over a year now, don't you think we should at least talk about it?" He sits up.

"Why do you suddenly want to do it?"

"Why are you getting defensive?"

She opens her mouth, but the words get stuck.

“Do you have something against my siblings? Believe me, it's not something that would surprise me, Vanya's ex-boyfriend is proof of that, but I want to know if something happened–"

“No, I don't know them, Diego. It's just that- if I meet them, it means that you too will want to meet my family.” She bends her legs and hugs them against her chest.

Diego feels pressure on his chest when he sees her in that defenceless way.

"Hey," He grabs her chin. "Is there something wrong with your family? I thought you simply weren’t on speaking terms with your parents..."

"I am, but, they have a good reason to be upset."

"What are you afraid of?"

"You won't want to be with me anymore," She says with a pout.

Diego frowns.

"What? Why do you think that? I’ve done everything to be able to go out with you, blood, sweat and tears..."

"I'm serious."

"Me too! Honey, I can assure you that there will be nothing that can scare me or keep me from your side. With the family I have, nothing can do it."

She bites her lower lip.

"I don’t know..."

"Trust me."

Y/N sighs and reconsiders the possibility. She remembers everything they've been through together since he tried to flirt with her after that fight at the gym. The determination of man to get her attention.

She admits that Diego is a great man, tender, protective, funny, responsible, a little clumsy and stupid, but in the end he always manages to make her smile despite the fights. And after he has confessed everything that had to happen with his family, she knows that there are no more secrets.

“Ok, but you should know that this is a huge step for our relationship. I've never gotten this far with someone else."

He’s surprised to see her so serious but doesn’t push his luck.

"I'm ready for the whole package, baby."

***

"Last chance to go, Di," She says when they both arrive at her apartment door.

“No matter how much you say it, I won’t leave. You won't have a pet spider or something like that right?" He jokes, but when she doesn't answer, the nerves grow. "Tell me please, at least it's not a tarantula–"

"I don't have a spider," She says rolling her eyes.

He opens the door and the two enter. Y/N leaves the keys on a small table and walks through the small apartment.

"Daisy?"

Diego stares at the place. He pauses at some picture frames and laughs when he sees one of his girlfriend as a little girl with a ball in her hand, smiling at the camera showing some a gap between her teeth.

"Mommy!" the high-pitched scream makes him turn quickly, only to witness the moment when a little brown-haired girl runs into Y/N's arms and she carries her. "You’re early, I must show you the best drawing of my life!"

The woman laughs.

"You said yesterday's drawing was the best of your life."

"Mommy, that was yesterday!" replies the girl moving her hand from one side to the other.

Y/N puts her down, but before the little girl could leave, her mother takes her hand and crouches down to her height.

“Daisy, I want you to meet someone first. Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?"

Daisy looks up and finds Diego standing next to the television. She turns away from her mother and walks slowly towards him.

“Hi, my name is Daisy. Are you my mom's boyfriend?"

Diego isn’t sure of what to do.

"Uh, yes?" he says nervously.

The girl asks tilting her head and then goes back to her mother. "Are you sure it's him?" Y/N laughs and walks over.

"Daisy, this is Diego. Diego, this is my daughter Daisy."

The man comes out of his shock and begins to notice the great similarities between the girl and his girlfriend. She is the girl in the photograph.

"Uh- Hi," he says tensely.

"You're good?" Y/N asks.

"Yes! Yes, I'm okay. I’m just surprised. Uh, you look a lot alike."

"Can I go get my drawing now?" says the girl and his mother nods.

"Sure you're okay?"

"Sorry, I'm not good with children," he says nervously.

"Don't worry, she's only 8 years old."

"They're the worst."

"Diego!"

"I'm sorry," He sighs. "Wait, were you afraid that I would break up with you because you have a daughter?"

"It wouldn’t be the first time. Since she was born every time I mention the possibility of a child, everyone runs away and I didn't want you to do it."

He takes her hand and with the other, he caresses her cheek. "I'm still here and rest assured that I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to."

"Aren't you scared?"

"Yes, but not because of what you think," He grimaces. “You know I didn't have a good childhood and I’ve never dealt with children. What if she hates me?"

Y/N laughs when she sees her boyfriend's nervousness and feels one less weight off her.

"I will not lie to you, she can be difficult sometimes, but she will love you."

"Difficult, huh?" He says raising a brow. "Just like her mother."

"Don't try to win her over as you did with me, she’s not as patient with idiots."

"At least I have a clue," He leans down and gently kisses her lips.

"Ew, stop kissing!" The girl screams. "Leave my mom alone!"

"Daisy, don't be rude!"

"Okay, now I see the resemblance."

***

"Diego, your hands are sweating," says Daisy wiping her hand on his pants.

"I'm sorry. I’m nervous."

"Why?"

“My family’s crazy, Dais. I don’t know what will happen."

"Are they dangerous?"

"Do I look dangerous to you?"

"No, actually I think you're just dumb."

"Daisy!" Her mother scolds her and Diego laughs.

"Yes, so are my brothers."

The three arrive at the academy, before opening the door, Diego stops. Y/N take his hand. "Everything will be fine. We’re with you."

Daisy's little hand takes his again. Diego opens the door and the three enter the large Hargreeves mansion.

The first thing they hear is the echo of heels approaching. Grace approaches the little family with a huge smile.

"Hello, darling," she says, opening her arms and Diego surrounds her in a big hug.

"Hi, Mom," He stands aside and smiles. "These are Y/N and Daisy."

The woman greets both with a hug.

"Diego has told me many good things about you."

"You don't look like a robot," says Daisy.

"Daisy!"

Grace laughs.

"That's the idea, sweetie. Would you like to try the cookies I just baked?" The girl's eyes light up, but before she can respond, she looks at her mother asking for permission, when she nods to her, she turns to Diego and he, surprised, also nods.

"Yes!" She squeals and takes Grace's hand, the two of them walk into the kitchen.

"One less," says Y/N.

"She didn't worry me," Diego answers, grimacing.

"Son of a bitch!"

"That’s the real problem."

Another scream echoes through the house and then a thin, brown-haired man runs up the stairs and reaches the two adults.

"Diego! Hello, how nice to see you after such a long time,” He says, trying to control his breathing. "Oh, you must be the mistress, nice to meet you!" He says, taking her hand and shaking it exaggeratedly.

"Klaus..." growls Diego.

"What? I'm being nice, just like you asked."

Before anyone could say anything, a blue light flashes behind Klaus, scaring all three of them.

"Give me back my money!" The boy mutters.

"Five! What are those manners? We have a guest!” says Klaus pointing to Y/N. Five frowns and looks at the girl.

"Oh, yeah. Hi."

"It's a pleasure to meet you..." She answers a little unsure.

"I only asked you for a day without nonsense!" Diego sighs.

"Oh, they’re here!" says a woman coming down the hall.

"She's Allison," Diego moves away from his other two brothers who are already fighting again.

“Hi, it's a pleasure to meet the girl Diego talks about so much. You really don't know how tiring it is!"

Y/N laughs.

"I still remember when you said that no girl would make you weak and look at you now, blushing like a little boy!"

"I did not say that."

"That sounds like something you would say," adds his girlfriend and he blushes even more.

“Anyway, where are Ben and Vanya? They are my last hope..."

"Why is there so much noise? What's going on? Who are you?" says a very tall blond man.

"I guess your ape brain doesn't remember that we have an important dinner today, Luther," says Diego through clenched teeth.

"Uh, yeah. Hello.” Luther shakes her hand.

"They’re so many," Y/N whispers to Diego.

"And there are two still missing..."

"Hey, I don't want to scare anyone," Allison says. "But Ben is arguing with a girl in the kitchen."

Allison, Diego and Y/N go to the kitchen, while Luther notices that Five and Klaus are fighting, so he stays to break the fight.

"The movie is better!"

"How is it better? I tell you, the book is much better!"

"I don’t like reading. It's boring."

"That's not my fault."

"It's not my fault that you're boring either."

"Listen to me, girl–"

"Ben," says Diego. “Are you arguing with an 8-year-old girl?

"She started!" He points out.

"Vanya, why didn't you tell them anything?" Allison says looking at the girl sitting at the end of the table.

"I did, but no one paid any attention to me, so I just waited to see what was going to happen," She shrugs.

"Di, your siblings are very strange, but your robot mom made us chocolate cookies" adds Daisy taking one from the plate and offers it to her mother.

"Daisy, you said you were going to be good," Y/N says taking the cookie.

“It was Ben's fault. She said the Harry Potter books were better than the movies."

"They are!"

"It’s not true!"

"Very well family, dinner is served," says Grace entering the kitchen.

The entire Hargreeves family reunion with Y/N and Daisy was anything but boring. Y/N is delighted with Allison's style, Five's intelligence, Klaus's ideas, Vanya's calmness, Ben's acquaintance, and was even able to see something good in Luther, with whom she had less interaction.

She’s happy to meet her boyfriend's family, especially seeing how her little daughter laughs, discusses and interacts with everyone. It seemed very natural to be with so many people and she’s sure the Hargreeves felt it too.

"Everything went fine after all," She whispers leaning towards Diego at the table.

“You’re still here. It's what matters,” He says with a lopsided smile.

"Oh, I don't think Dais wants to leave soon," They look at the girl who listens carefully to something that Five’s explaining to her. "I'm glad she gets along with everyone… it's always been just her and me."

Diego takes her hand.

"That ended. You will not be alone again."

She smiles at him and kisses his lips.

"Ew!" yells Daisy.

"No demonstrations, please," says Luther.

"There are children here!"

"Some of us are eating!"

"How cheesy..."

“Get a room!”

The others continue, making the couple laugh.

"I can't believe you're still here after all this circus," says Diego.

"We’re ready for the whole package, love."

#Diego Hargreeves #Diego x reader #Umbrella academy #Umbrella Academy fanfic #Number 2 #Diego Hargreeves x reader #twoidiots writing

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geekybisexualwriter · 4 years

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Staring(Five Hargreeves x genderneutral!Reader)

Request: I’m new to asking for prompts so hopefully I did this right but can you do tua five x reader with prompt #9 from the fluff list But instead of I talk about you with friends it’s with the siblings…

Requester: anon

Taglists:

Permanent:

@five-scoffee

@peepeeparkerr

@linthebinbag

5 x reader:

@sitherin-mxschief

@paradox-psychosis

@cherry-ki-d

Word count: 1183

(A/N: thanks for the request, anon!)

(A/N #2: This is slightly based off of the song A Guy I’d Kinda Be Into from the musical Be More Chill, which you should all listen to)

(A/N #3: Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been so busy with school(Spanish is kicking my ass) and family stuff that I’ve barely had any time to write for pleasure)

Five sighs dreamily with burning cheeks, looking over at Y/N, who was reading a book in the other room and out of earshot. Allison chuckles behind him. “Again, Five?”

He jumps a little, quickly straightening his posture and looking over at her with a slight glare. “What?”

“You staring at Y/N. It’s the third time this week I’ve caught you, you creep.” Allison smiles, filling up a teapot with water and placing it on the stove and getting out a mug that reads, ‘I’m the best sibling, deal with it’.

“I am not staring at them. Why on earth would I be staring at them?” Already, Five’s gaze drifts back to Y/N, who giggles at something in their book. “I mean, we’ve known each other since forever, why would I suddenly start having romantic feelings for them?”

“Well, maybe it’s not so sudden.” Allison frowns at the tea selection, two-thirds listening to Five and one-third picking out a tea. “Maybe you’ve had feelings for them for years and you’ve just now realized.”

“That’s doubtful. I know pretty much everything.” Five says proudly. “It’s like if all of us Hargreeves shared 10 brain cells, I’d have three at all times, you’d have two, and Ben would have two, and Vanya would have two. Luther, Diego, and Klaus would share one, although it’s mainly in Diego’s hands, and Klaus has it maybe once a year(I based this off of another post I saw weeks ago and added to it, credit goes to whoever originated it).”

Allison chuckles and picks out an Earl Gray tea bag. “Yeah, that math adds up, but you’re just trying to distract both of us from talking about Y/N, who you’re madly in love with.

“I’m not ‘madly in love’ with them.” Five grumbles, knowing that he was lying. Unfortunately, so did Allison. “I mean, is it even worth it?”

“Absolutely! It’s never a bad idea to tell someone how you feel.” Alison puts the bag in the famous mug.

“Except if it completely ruins the dynamic that you’ve created with that person. Hypothetically, of course.”

“Of course.” Allison chuckles. “But I’m sure this person wouldn’t let that happen. I think that they care as much as you do about the hypothetical relationship you two have.”

“Maybe, but even this person couldn’t control feelings of discomfort.”

“Well, the person might be uncomfortable at first, but it wouldn’t last very long. And we’re forgetting the very strong possibility that the feelings could be reciprocated.” The teapot screams.

Klaus Hargreeves was not a simple guy. He, for one, hated to see two people who obviously were in love with each other pine hopelessly until they grew old and spent years denying their very obvious feelings for each other.

So obviously, he had to get them together.

He was on his way to do just that, eating a scone(cause why not) when Five walks up to him voluntarily(gasp).

“You better not be thinking about telling Y/N that I like them because that is a LIE.” Five glares at him.

“Oh, of course, I wouldn’t tell them that you like them.” Klaus chuckles and starts walking again, twirling his magnificent boa around his fingers.

Five breathes out a sigh of relief just as Klaus says, “I was going to tell them that you love them. Love you!”

Five’s eyes widen and he runs in front of him again. “No! You can’t do that!”

“Oh? And why not?”

“Because then they will that the lie you are about to tell is the truth! And there’s no way I’m letting you do that!”

Klaus sighs. “You know as well as I do that it’s not a lie, brother. Now please move out of the way so I can tell our dear friend Y/N about how you feel.”

“No way! Not until you swear not to!”

“I’m just doing your job, Fivie.” Klaus ruffles his hair affectionately and Five bats his hand away. “If you didn’t want me to do it, then you should have done it a long time ago. Also, it’s insane how oblivious you two are! I mean-”

“I’ll do it soon, but I want it to come from me.” He blurts out, and both Klaus and Five were surprised that he had done that.

“Well, how soon is soon? Because all of us have been waiting for, well, ever!” Klaus waves his arms around and then pauses. “And, you know, if you do it in the next week, then I will win 40 dollars from our dear brother Diego.”

Five sighs. “I don’t know when. I definitely need to do it as soon as possible, before one of my idiot siblings does it for me.” He stares threateningly at him and Klaus chuckles.

“Fine, fine. But by the end of the week, ok?”

“No promises!” Five downs his coffee that he holds at all times and walks out.

A few weeks pass with Five being obvious as hell, Y/N being oblivious as hell, and the rest of the Hargreeves trying to get Five to confess and failing, only getting a ‘soon’, or a ‘shut up’, or even an ‘if you don’t leave right now I will kill you and I have seventy-nine ways to choose from’.

Y/N looks up from their book to see Five staring at them. They chuckle. “What are you looking at, weirdo?”

Five blushes a bit. “I was looking at the painting behind you.”

Y/N turns around to see a blank wall. Well, it was patterned with seashells, but other than that, it was blank. “What painting?”

“Um, well, um,” Five continues stuttering, for once not having a plan on what to say at every moment.

Y/N looks at him, giggling softly. “Ok, what’s up Five? Something’s off.”

“It’s really nothing.” Five letting the lie roll easily off his tongue, regretting it immediately.

“If it’s nothing, then why won’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s not important, so what’s the point?”

“The point is that then I would not be worried about whatever this is,” Y/N says, looking him straight in the eye. “So tell me right now.”

“Fine,” Five sighs, shifting his gaze from them and then looking at them again. “I was staring at you.”

Y/N blushes dark red. “W-why?”

“Because I find you very attractive.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “So, you are...”

“Attracted to you, yes. And emotionally attracted, too.”

“Oh,” Y/N blinks, unsure if this was a dream or some sort of prank, but it was a good opportunity to admit their feelings anyway. “Well, I’m emotionally attracted to you too.”

“Aw, man!” Diego huffs from across the room, making them both jump. “I was about to do that for you, man. Now I’ll never get that twenty dollars from Luther.” He turns to leave and pauses. “Congratulations, I suppose.” He mutters and continues on his way.

Y/N and Five turn to each other, not saying anything for a second before bursting out laughing, and at that moment Five knew as long as Y/N was by his side, he would be okay. Most likely much more than that.

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Accompanist | Vanya Hargreeves and Reader (Oneshot)

Prompt: De-Aging

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Words: 1784

A/N: This doesn’t follow any particular storyline. I figure that since there’s always something going wrong when there’s time travel, I’m sure something like this would happen.

It had been months since the Hargreeves siblings had time travelled to fix yet another impending doom. Vanya told you to stay at the Academy with Grace and Pogo where you’d be safe, promising to come back to you as soon as she can.

During that time of waiting, you explored the large Umbrella Academy, looking for any secrets that Reginald Hargreeves might have kept within the walls and within his study. Pogo was gracious enough to give you access to the surveillance tapes, knowing that he could trust you. It was odd to have cameras around the house to monitor your own children, but Reginald was not even human, you knew that much.

Vanya was usually alone when she was growing up, and it worsened when Five disappeared and Ben passed. She would be by herself with only her violin to keep her company. Watching those tapes made every fiber in your being want to climb through the screen to meet younger Vanya and even younger Klaus and hug them and tell them everything was going to be okay. The others seemed to be deep in their own little world to care.

You were helping Grace dust off the railings of the stairways when you heard a strange noise, followed by a few thuds and groans. Grace’s eyes widened before she practically floated down the stairs to the room with the fireplace. You followed close behind and saw Five dusting himself off. He looked down at his siblings and cursed.

“No, damn it!” he shouted.

The others slowly stood up, clutching their heads and looked around. The first thing you noticed was that they were shorter, about Five’s height, which is saying a lot for Luther. Second, they were visibly younger. And third…

“Who the hell is that?” Diego pulled out a knife and pointed it at you.

“No, no, no,” Five muttered, standing between you and Diego.

“Oh, my god, Five!” Allison said. “Look, he’s back!”

“Where the hell have you been?” Luther demanded, stepping forward. Suddenly all the siblings except Vanya and Five were talking over each other, trying to find out what’s happening.

“Oh, dear,” Grace muttered in front of you, “Shall I make pancakes?”

“Okay, let’s go through this one more time,” FIve pressed, standing at the front of the table, his siblings sitting around with a plate of pancakes in front of them. “Questions will have to wait until I’m done. I’m looking at you, Luther and DIego. Now-”

Klaus raised his hand. “Are you going to explain why there’s a stranger in our house?”

Five squeezed his eyes shut, fists clenched tightly at his side. You looked over at Vanya who had been quiet the entire time. She was starting at Five in worry before sensing your eyes on her. You offered her a soft smile before turning your attention back to Five.

He went on to explain what happened when he time travelled, omitting a lot of information, given that not only were his siblings in their younger form like he was, but their minds also reverted back to when they were thirteen. You quietly ate your pancake and you could see Klaud shoving them in his mouth and occasionally muttering to the air over his shoulder.

Five finally reached the point where a crisis had occurred and could only be stopped if they went back in time. While they had fixed the problem, there were slight miscalculations travelling back.

Klaus raised his hand again. “That doesn’t explain the stranger eating pancakes with us,” he said.

All eyes turned to you midbite. You placed down your fork and straightened your back. “I am… Vanya’s friend,” you said.

Diego snorted, making Allison elbow him. Klaus seemed to accept this, looking almost happy for his sister for having a friend. Luther paid no mind to any of this, leaning forward towards you with a glare. You were unfazed by this, taking another bite of your pancake.

“I don’t know what your game is, but when Dad gets back-”

“Who cared about dad,” Diego interrupted him.

Luther whipped his head around and looked at him as if he said the most ridiculous thing. They both pushed their chairs back and squared each other up with Allison rolling her eyes between them. She pushed their shoulders down, hoping that they’d drop it.

“I heard a rumor,” Allison said, “that the two of you sat your asses down and be quiet.”

They slammed themselves down on their chairs, opening their mouths but no sound came out.

Five sighed. “Thank you, Allison. Now, until I figure out how to fix this, we will just have to stay put in here. Meaning no sneaking out to fight crime or to get any donuts, alright?”

Luther frowned, wanting to ask him who made him in charge. Five simply shook his head, feeling a migraine forming. Was it possible to grow gray hairs when you’re in a teenager’s body?

Pogo walked in and stood next to Five. “Five is right,” he said, “It would do no good gallivanting out before this problem is fixed.”

They all looked at each other and sighed. Once Five and Pogo agreed on some ground rules, the others got up and left to busy themselves around the house. Vanya was the last one to leave, her eyes lingering on you before turning to Five.

“Did you ever find the peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches I left for you?” she asked softly.

Five sighed, his expression softened. “No, I’m sorry. But, there was not a day that went by that I never thought of those peanut butter marshmallow sandwiches. In fact, I could go for one now.”

Vanya smiled. You nodded at Five and left them to their sandwich making. Pogo followed you out until you reached the grand stairs.

“We need to keep a close eye on her,” he whispered.

“I know why you’re saying this, but she wouldn’t be much of a perceived danger if everyone had given her the love and attention that she deserved. All of them would have progressed so much more if there was positive reinforcement instead of needless competition and isolation.”

Pogo nodded at this. “You’re right, and I was foolish in keeping silent. Just let me know when you need any help.”

“I will.”

You were reading through books that could help Five reverse the effects of their recent time travel when you heard a clatter in front of you. Vanya froze, her violin case clutched close to her chest. You bookmarked your place and set the book down.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “Is this where you usually practice?”

She nodded.

“Would you mind… if I listen a little? You can say no, I just wanted to hear you play. I play the piano, you see.”

“You said you were my friend… in the future,” she said.

“Yes, I am. Sometimes I’d accompany you with my piano when you play. You’re an amazing musician.”

She tucked her chin in, looking down in embarrassment. You slowly stood up and stepped to the side. Before you could walk out, she grabbed your wrist.

“Can you tell me how we became friends?”

You smiled. “Sure.”

You had the routine of playing music with Vanya in between helping Five and bouncing ideas with him. After a while, the others would sit and listen while you and Vanya played. You bet that this was the first time they had actually sat down and paid attention to her music. Klaus had his eyes closed while he sat back while Allison watched, memorized. Diego was surprisingly quiet, gradually being less restless and stopped to appreciate it, though he knew that Luther wasn’t going to relax.

“Thank you,” Vanya said as she was cleaning her violin.

“For what?” you asked.

“For playing music with me. It’s… nice. Being the ordinary sister of six superheroes can be lonely. I started playing the violin to have something of my own that I could be good at, but they still never spared me a glance until now.”

You smiled, leaning forward to gently squeeze her hand. “Vanny, you are extraordinary, you know that?” She shook her head. “You are. You don’t need superpowers to be amazing. Even a normal person can make a big difference. You don’t realize how much power you have in you.”

“You’re too nice. You’re lying.”

“I’m your best friend, Vanny. I only speak the truth.”

Vanya wanted to take a break from playing, so you went around the house to check on everyone. You could always check the surveillance cameras, but they were too invasive and too impersonal.

Walking past some of the rooms, you smelled the burning of a particular plant down the hall. You knocked on Klaus’s room before opening the door. Klaus was furiously stubbing out his joint and knocked it down, kicking it under the bed.

“And what do I owe the pleasure?” Klaus asked with a cheeky smile.

You wanted to give him a speech that drugs won’t help him, and would only make it worse, but you had a feeling he knew. The memories of being locked up in the mausoleum were too strong to ignore. He needed something else to focus on and pour his energy into.

“Wanna learn the piano?”

The next thing you knew, you were teaching Klaus piano, Diego guitar, and Allison singing. It was the first time in a while that you’ve seen them so relaxed. Pogo had approved your decision of shifting their focus on other activities separate from their training while Grace would praise them for their quick learning and mastery. The expansive Academy was finally filled with music.

Once Five figured out the right formula to revert them back to normal, he gathered everyone into the living room with the fireplace. They all stood in a circle holding hands.

“Now, everyone needs to hold still and concentrate, alright?” Five said, slowly building up his power. When he saw that his siblings were ready, his power spread around the circle, engulfing them in a translucent blue aura.

The energy rustled any surrounding loose objects. The lights began to flicker as their bodies began to shift. They began to grow into their adult bodies, their faces morphing into mature features. Five stopped, pulling back and touching his face. He remained the same, but at least everyone else seemed to return to normal.

“(Y/n/n),” Vanya sighed, walking straight to you and hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Thank you for the way you treated her. Young Vanya,” she whispered.

“Of course, Vanny. My piano doesn’t sound right without your violin.”

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