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eternalsawake · 2 years

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amnesia, arguments and…attraction? pt 2 - five hargreeves x reader

reader is gn, five is physically 19 (as well as you)

the polyester uniform became your new “best friend” for your future stay at the hargreeves residence. the once quiet, obedient house was filled with laughter, arguments, and the occasional downcast conversation. the hargreeves were no ordinary family: they were extraordinary. they were formerly seven children, scattered across the globe, who were taken in by the eccentric billionaire reginald hargreeves. 43 of these extraordinary children were born, and he only got seven.

number one, luther - a man with the gift of super strength. his large size is comparable to his rather large heart.

number two, diego - being able to change the trajectory of objects is quite overpowered in retrospect, but sometimes it gets the better of him.

number three, allison - controlling, or as she calls it “rumoring” is a gift that should not be waved off as underwhelming. one day she may even blow your minds.

number four, klaus - a walking seance; truly an ability someone would kill for. but because of their avid drinking, this gift is left more on the back burner. the only thing you truly know is him using his ability to conjure ben, which made a lot more sense after he explained what they could do.

number five, five - the asshole himself. he can teleport very swiftly, but that’s not all he can do. after many, many, many years of calculations, he discovered he could time travel.

number six, ben - from all the stories klaus has told you in the past 5 days, you wished you had the opportunity to meet ben. the description of his eldritch tentacles he was able to summon fascinated you. if only you could hear him.

and finally number seven, viktor. viktor was quite different from the others. he did not have any gifts, he was ordinary, but his kindness to you made him extraordinary in your eyes.

the apocalypse. a word you never would hear come out of someone’s mouth so many times in one sitting, especially such an agitating, degrading voice. five’s description of this nearing future was genuinely terrifying to think about. you almost felt bad for him, considering his 45 years of apocalyptic solitude. then came someone, to give a helping hand to five. she called herself the handler and offered him a position at a place called the commission. it had a familiar ring to it, but you couldn’t place where you had heard it.

still confused about how and why you’re even here, you walk upstairs to fives room. no matter how intolerable he is, his knowledge of time travel is vast. to your surprise, luther was already in his room.

a muffled conversation grows louder as you get closer. “if i did nothing, he’d be dead in four days anyway.” a nuisances’ familiar voice stated. “the apocalypse won’t spare anyone.”

“we don’t do this kind of thing.” luther tensely responds. “we are not doing anything. i am.” five emphasizes. luther’s expression grows wearier. “i can’t let you go and kill innocent people five. no matter how many lives you’ll save.”

“well, good luck stopping me.” five turns around, only to be met with your glance. he grasps a sniper in his left hand.

“you’re not going anywhere.” you state, standing in the way of the door. “i don’t need another door right now, move outta my way.”

“or what?”

“do you really want to find out?” five questions, his face moving closer to yours. your lips form into a sly grin, inching closer to his ear. “i think your girlfriend is leaving.” your eyes shift to luther, holding the mannequin by the neck, ready to drop her out the window. five turns quickly, fixing the sniper on luther. “put…her…down.” he sternly mutters as he grinds his teeth in pure anger.

“put the gun down,” luther replies. “you’re not killing anyone today. i know she’s important to you so don’t make me do this.” fives scoffs at luther’s agreement. “it’s either her or the gun. you decide.” he repeats, hoping five will drop the gun. fives hesitation gives luther his answer. as luther drops the mannequin, five immediately blinks and drops the weapon. he nabs the mannequin just in time. five cradles the doll lovingly as if she were a real human being. luther leaves the room with the gun, mouthing you a thank you before exiting the boys' room.

“get out.” five demands.

“i’ll leave you and your uh.. sex doll alone. hope you two are very happy together.” you chuckle and turn around.

“the fuck did you say?” he growls, blinking in front of you. you jump at the boys' actions, taking a few steps back. “all i said was-,”

“get the hell out.” his voice seething with venom. he shoves your body to the side, retreating back to his room. “you know, i was actually starting to despise you a little less.” he retorts before slamming the door, the familiar sound of a lock plays in the hallway.

confusion and infuriation. why was five acting this way? what was so special about that mannequin? and why does he treat it like it’s real? oh. fives experience. in the apocalypse, with someone named..delores? was that her? you assumed she was real and had passed long ago, but you never thought she was a mannequin. you turn to bang on fives door. six times your fist thwacked the door.

“piss off!” he yells bitterly.

“look five, i didn’t-i didn’t know that she was delores alright? i’m..sorry for making the sex doll joke!” you yell, trying to apologize through the door.

“i ain’t buying it!”

“i know, i know. you don’t have to believe it but i am sorry. i shouldn’t have done that and i should’ve..been more considerate.” you respond solemnly, hoping for him to open the door. “i know we didn’t really.. get off right. and i know it wasn’t your fault that i’m here. i don’t think i’ll ever know how i’m here or why, but i’m here now. yes, the world is ending and this won’t matter but i’d rather have the world end on a more positive note.” you sigh, your forehead at the door. the lock on the door clicks, and the door slowly opens. fives fatigued face emerges from behind the door. his eyes connect with yours, the viridescent shade reminds you of someone. they compel you- inveigling you in. the urge to get closer and study his verdant eyes grows each second. seemingly, his mind has been plagued by the same thought. he takes cautious, infinitesimal steps towards you. his eyes never leave yours.

"alright, i'll take it. i forgive you." he pauses, giving a quaint smile before speeding out of the room, a coral tinted blush falling over his face. your face, not to mention a faint peach toned blush finding its way across your cheeks.

"that bonehead." you chuckle.

the family weariness grows each day. every day ending is just one day closer to the apocalypse. from five being chased by two masked assassins called “hazel and cha-cha” to the sudden disappearance of viktor, the home is almost in panic, shambles even. allison was able to weasel her way around a cop or two to find viktors location. reports of a strange energy blast shockwave anomaly confused the family, especially since the supposed attacker was described very similarly to viktor.

yet, allison’s return was far from successful; barely a breath in her lungs, her pulse holding on for dear life. a deep slit in her neck, blood pulsating in waves down her cream colored shirt. the hargreeves main doors swung open abruptly as the siblings carried allison’s struggling body to grace, their robotic caretaker. the majority of the siblings offered to donate their blood, but was deemed not a match…or too contaminated. you offered your own arm. a hiss escaped your lips as the stinging sensation continued while the syringe drew more blood. an unknown hand rested on your shoulder, and you placed your free hand over it. it felt smaller, but quite soft. your fingertips grazed across a small, still healing scar-like a small piece of glass danced across this persons hand.

viktors pleads became silent as the steel door slammed shut. his short nails clawed and tugged at your forearm, begging to stop them, for you to do something, anything. the family assumed allison’s injury was caused by viktor and his newfound powers, although he claimed it was accidental. his new powers, have been kept a secret for a long time, and reginald hargreeves made these powers dormant with custom pills, only because he was scared of what viktor could do. from the murder of leonard peabody, to the attempted “accidental” murder of allison, viktors lashing out was full of villainy and hatred. diego pushed you upstairs gently, yet aggressively at the same time. you trudge up the stairs and you plop down on your temporary bed. a hiss escapes your lips as you examine your arm. a few scratches from viktor, but one is bleeding. horribly. “shit.” you say. your jacket comes off quickly, and you roll up your sleeves. you scan the room looking for any sort of gauze or bandages, but none are in sight. you sigh in defeat, but a familiar noise piques your interest.

“thought you might need this.” five states, causing you to jump as the boy teleported next to you on the on the bed. he’s holding a wrap and bandages as he motions you to give him your forearm. you comply, and he begins to open the gauze box. you hiss at the contact of the fabric square. “easy, easy.” he says, staring into your eyes. you look up and once again, you find yourself lost in his eyes. “i got you.” he calmly tells. the bandage wraps tightly around your forearm. “there ya go.” he pats your shoulder before getting up.

“thanks five, i really appreciate it.” you respond.

“don’t even worry about it.” he smiles.

a shockwave shakes the house, interrupting the somewhat sweet moment. trinkets start falling off the walls, and the ceiling fan almost comes down onto five. you swiftly grab his arm before it falls, causing him to stumble extremely close to you. chest to chest, you two stop in your tracks for a moment. he grabs your arm, “c’mon, we don’t have much time. it’s not safe here.”

“is this viktor?”

“possibly.”

“dammit.”

you two rush out of the house, dodging the falling floor above you. debris and dust fill the hallway, causing you both to stumble on the way to the stairs. the house continues to rumble and shake.

“GO!” he yells, pushing you out the door. his quick thinking saved your ass from the falling pieces above.

the hargreeves house looked much better when it was in one piece, not hundreds of thousands of pieces across the ground. the family and you huffed and puffed, most of your faces tinted red and teary eyed. diego sat on a taller piece of rubble, contemplating the events that just unfolded. you scan the vicinity, searching for the rest of the family. your eyes lock onto five, stumbling over the debris with a newspaper in his hand.

“guys,” five emerges, “the apocalypse is still on. the world ends today.” he says out of breath.

“i thought you said it was over.” luther states as he walks towards five.

“i was wrong, okay? this newspaper, i found it in the future the day i got stuck. the headline hasn’t changed.”

diego rebuts fives discovery. “no, that doesn’t mean anything. the time could’ve been altered since that newspaper came out this morning.” the conversation continued, with luther and klaus interjecting. the chatter grew muffled as your mind raced. was this truly the end? could something change? and where the hell did viktor run off to? first you destroy the house, and then what?

you zoned back into the conversation, only to find you and the remaining hargreaves at a bowling alley, trying to figure out where he is.

wait.

his concert. tonight. he had mentioned something about first chair but everyone brushed it off. you interject in the conversation, mid argument of course. “isn’t he performing tonight? in the st pluvium chamber orchestra?”

klaus grabs the nearby newspaper and points at an advertisement. right smack on page 8, a picture of viktor with his violin catches everyone’s eyes. “there it is.” diego states. “oh really i had NO idea!” klaus retorts, closing the paper before throwing it onto the nearby table. five speaks up, breaking the silence. he delves into a plan to take down, or as luther called it , convince viktor to come back to us.

“we can’t give him a chance to fight back-.” five says. he stands up unexpectedly, his whole body alert of his surroundings. it was as if he knew something was coming. he blinked away before you guys knew it.

an object was thrown into the bowling alley, piquing the groups attention. before anyone could react, smoke filled the area. clunky, heavy footsteps followed, along with a few warning shots.

“shit.”

“damnit.”

“oh for the love of God.”

viktors concert was held in a grand theatre, with multiple levels of seating. the audience was dressed in grand silks, satins, and sprayed with the most elegant scents. at the center of it all, was viktor. he played the violin beautifully, as if the instrument was hand crafted by God, only for viktor to play it. his fingers danced across the strings, and the bow flowing back and forth so smoothly. the violin was made for viktor, and viktor was made for the violin.

diego and luther take to backstage, you and allison were to walk down the middle aisle as bait, and klaus was on lookout. klaus’ voice faded out as you and allison approached the aged brown mahogany doors. immediately were your ears drawn to the skillful sounding orchestra. viktor makes eye contact with you and allison. he gives a weak smile as his continues playing: his eyes glowing a peculiar white color. luther and diego run from backstage in attempt to immobilize viktor, but a massive energy ring pulsed from viktor’s violin. the pulse knocked back the boys so harshly, they flew into the audience. the viewers yelped in shock, taken aback by the action. the theatre was filled with commotion- even the orchestra tried to escape, but viktor sent another pulse of energy, which forced the orchestra to stay and continue playing beyond their will. viktor moves center stage and resumes playing his solo, his skin now a unpigmented snowy color.

“go go go go!” diego commands the audience. luther ushers the watchers towards the door. another pulse strikes the theatre, almost pushing the people back.

“he’s stronger than expected.”

“yeah.”

“oh no SHIT.” you loudly whisper from the other side of the auditorium. the four of you are ducked behind the seating. you and allison on the right; diego and luther on the left.

allison gives luther and diego a confused look. “yeah. we’re fine. thanks for asking.” luther retorts, rolling his eyes. “look, i almost lost you once, all right? i wasn’t about to lose you again.”

diego interrupts, “well so much for the element of surprise. what do you got?” allison smacks the back of the chair a few times to get the boys attention. she gives a few corresponding motions like she is playing the violin. “no shit allison. tell us something we don’t already know.” diego quips.

“she’s talking about the violin. it’s his lightning rod.” you interject. “if we can take it from him and stop him from playing, we might have a shot.” luther piggybacks. gunfire rings out in the theatre. those assholes must have followed you guys here from the bowling alley. the orchestra panicks in fear, but viktor is still playing his stunning solo.

“what the hell happened to klaus? he’s supposed to be on lookout.” diego huffed, now lying on the ground to avoid the bullets.

“yeah, you surprised?” luther replies. a blink of energy comes from behind, “what’s with all the lollygagging.”

“five!!” you, diego and luther chant. “get down!” five acts quickly and ducks behind a chair, right behind you and allison.

“five what the..i thought you bailed on us!” luther complains, confused on how his brother came back. “i had an errand to run.”

“a shitty one i bet.” you joke, trying to peak your head above the chairs.

“how did you know?” five laughs. the gunfire began raining down on the hargreeves from an upper level in the theatre. diego was able to throw a few knives, trying to weed off as many enemies as he can. klaus bursts into the theatre in a rushed fashion screaming, “GUYS, ITS CHA-CHA!”

“klaus get down!” you order. he jumps behind the chairs, the bullets missing him by a few millimeters. five blinks and is instantly on the back of a shooter. the bullets spray everywhere as five tries to apprehend him. you turn back and see klaus, channeling some sort of blue energy. a fading image of an asian man appears in front of him. the man groans and yells as his shirt is lifted up, revealing tentacles coming from his abdomen. was this ben? his tentacles searched for shooters, and killed them in an instant, whether it be by dropping them or squeezing them to death. a woman in a navy blue suit walks out onto stage, and diego immediately runs towards her. the two begin to fight. kicks and punches are thrown left and right, back and forth.

the family stands around in pure disbelief as they see their former brother splitting a shooter in half. you were fascinated and terrified at bens raw power. all turn to face the stage, as viktors once black suit was transforming into a pearly white suit. the violin was even painted white as well. rubble and debris fall from the ceiling and cracks follow up the pillars. diego walks back towards the group, all of them rising from their crouched position.

“oh welcome back. where were you?” luther questions sarcastically.

“honoring a memory. so, how do you wanna end this thing?”

“we surround him, alright? we come at him from all angles.” luther replies.

“so it’s a suicide mission.” klaus states with a weary look on their face.

“yeah, but one of us could get through.” you say. “it’s the only chance we got.” five continues.

“are we all in?” the majority of the group nods, including you. “allison?” she gives a stern shake of her head. luther gives the callouts. diego and klaus stage left, luther stage right, five and you in front. everyone rushes to their position. the theatre crumbles and rumbles even more. your heart is racing, pounding, like it will rupture at any minute. a hand is placed over yours.

“it’s alright.” five comforts. his face has a few splotches of blood on it. your hand envelopes into his; a perfect fit. he gives you a faint smile and you return it. a faint yell of “NOW!” from luther brings you back to the main issue. you let go of fives hand and run with him to the front. diego, klaus, and luther sprint from the sides. five blinks to the stage, and you quickly follow behind. your calves are on fire, but you press the attack in hopes to subdue viktor. he fires another pulse from his bow, sending the five of you in the air. all of you except for allison are tethered mid air by viktor. his energy runs through your veins: this feeling is foreign and unwelcoming. you can feel viktors anger and betrayal through the tethers as you remain immobile in the air. you strain your head, and see allison with a pistol in her hand pointing at the back of viktors head. tears are streaming down her face. the gun fires, but it doesn’t hit viktor. the gun is moved next to his head, the shot interrupting viktors tether. the five of you are dropped 10 feet down. the world moves in slow motion. a flash of images fill your vision, like a replay of your life; but some things you did not recognize. an older woman with a briefcase talking to you, an office building, capsules with missions. the commission. your partner, five hargreeves. you remember it now, how you got here, why you’re here and who you were with. it was five. you came here with five, it wasn’t his fault. the time travel calculations caused you and him to age down. your feelings for the man. the subtle interactions the two of you shared these past 7 days. despite the two of you losing your memories of each other, you managed to fall for the man once again. whether 58 or 19, he still found a way into your heart. time becomes normal again. the five of you slammed against the carpeted floor. your body cannot stop shaking as you can still feel the energy inside of you.

a beam of light struck through the theatre’s skylight. viktors body collapsed as everyone gathered around him. “guys?” diego abruptly says, pointing at the skylight. a titian coated moonrock hurdling at the earth sent panic through everyone’s body. this was the end, for all of you.

“so much for,” klaus paused, fidgeting with their necklace, “saving the world.” more meteorites flew from the moon, racing towards earth.

“this doesn’t have to be the end.” five interceded. everyone turned to him in a confused manner. “i think i have a way outta here, but you gotta trust me on this.” soft no’s and no ways flew from the brother’s mouths. “well we might as well accept our fate because in a minute we’re going to be vaporized.” five declared.

“what’s your idea then?” diego turns around.

“we can use my ability to time travel, but this time i’ll take you with me.”

“you can do that?” diego questions.

“i don’t know,” five answers. “i’ve never tried it before.”

“what’s the worse that can happen?”

“you’re looking at it.” you cut in, “a 56 and 58 year old inside a child’s body, so there’s that.” you point and you and five. the brothers agree and turn to allison. she gives a hesitant nod. “what about ben?” luther asks.

klaus turns around to converse with ben. he spins around with a smile on his face, “yeah he’s in!”

“great. okay, luther grab viktor.” five orders. luther effortlessly picks up viktor. “wait should we be taking him? i mean he’s the cause of the apocalypse so wouldn’t that be like taken a bomb with us?” luther inquires.

“viktor will always be the cause UNLESS we take him with, and fix him.” five emphasizes. the group nods as they grab each other hands. your hands intertwine with five and allison’s. the meteorite is steadily growing closer in the skylight.

five closes his eyes and concentrates as a blue energy forms above the group. lightning bolts and thunder surround the energy portal. a sudden wind blasts into your faces, making it harder to focus. you are all petrified at what comes next.

“five!” you yell. he gives you a confused look in return. “i remember it! i remember the commission, you and i were partners. it wasn’t your fault i was like this, i’m sorry!” you scream over the thunder and lightning. “i remember too, i remember it all, and it’s alright!” he yells back. your tongue overtakes your brain in that moment. you mouth an “i love you.” quietly. his eyes grow wide at your statement. the portal grows larger. “HOLD ON! THIS COULD GET MESSY!” five yells. before you know it, as quick as a snap, the eight of you vanish into thin air.

august 25th, 1961

a cosmic rip in an alleyway appeared, and out you fell. your concrete landing was less than welcome. groaning, you look up at the portal closing. the click of a camera flash caught your attention. a man in a 3rd floor apartment holding an old camera pointing directly at you. you pull yourself up, wincing as you do it. a rush of energy almost sends you into the nearby wall, but you catch yourself before you can. your body shook, like it was pumped with adrenaline. “what the hell..” you mutter, pushing yourself away from the wall. the once nicely kept uniform you wore was stained with dirt, debris, and a few drops of dried blood.

“where is everybody?” you ask yourself. turning yourself around, you notice that not one hargreeve is with you. you call out for five, for allison, klaus, luther, diego. you even try calling for ben, but no one is in sight. the street in front of you had many older cars parked along the sides, even seeing a 1961 ford thunderbird on the other side of the road. you trudge out of the alleyway, but an old man bumps into you. “watch it kid.” he rudely grumbles and walks off. your emotions took over your brain, and you storm up to the old man. “hey asshole,” you yell before connecting your fist to his face. your fist glowed black, smoke fizzling from your knuckles. the punch sent the old man down and back about 10 feet. he cried of “MY NOSE!” and his irritating moans caught the attention of many passerby’s. one woman motioning towards the police and pointing at you. a whistle blows and two men in uniform start for you as your legs carry you in the opposite direction.

“fuck.” you huff.

a/n: this took me so extremely long BUT I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED

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lunannex · 2 years

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There’s just something about Allison Hargreeves building her life on rumors because it’s all she’d ever known that intrigues me SO much (I wouldn’t have written a 29k fic about the inevitable downfall if it didn’t). In the Academy, Reggie measured their worth based on how useful they were for the mission, so Allison never considered failure to be an option. She knew she could wrap Reginald right around her finger with just the right string of words, and I think that train of thought followed her into adulthood.

If the supposed solution to all of her problems was at the tip of her fingers, why shouldn’t she rely on it? Anyone would do the same, or at least that’s what she always told herself. Allison doesn’t like not being in control. She doesn’t like knowing what it feels like to lose, so she just chose to take everything into her own hands. And she controlled the entire narrative until it all came crashing down in the worst way possible, so she tries to rebuild. She tries to become a better person for the sake of her daughter even when she could solve it all with the slip of a tongue.

And she DOES become a better person. She actively makes the choice to atone for her mistakes and to make some amends in her family and she tries and tries and tries so hard. But then, thanks to her brother, she was thrown into the 60’s as a Black woman without her voice, her most powerful tool for the majority of her life until that point. So what does she do? Rebuild again! This time, she manages to make a life for herself without relying on her powers whatsoever, and she finds her voice in the Civil Rights Movement. She manages to find a new place to call home and manages to find love and hope in a time that’s so horrible and unfair, because if nothing else, if her daughter and her siblings are nowhere to be found, then at least she has that to cling to.

But then she decides to leave it all behind in the hopes of getting back to her daughter. She knows the risk, but she makes the decision to leave anyway. And I think that’s why her downward spiral in S3 makes so much sense and is so heartbreaking to watch. Because there’s this woman who’s lost it all more times than she can count, someone who used to be in control of every aspect of her life once upon a time, who never knew failure was an option, who tried so hard to right each and every one of her wrongs even when she didn’t HAVE to, who made the decision to build a new life for herself and to be kind and patient and selfless and YET…none of that was enough. She couldn’t save the one person she was fighting so hard for so of COURSE she’s mad. She’s rightfully angry and she’s grieving and she’s even downright cruel at points, but why wouldn’t she be?

Because there’s this woman – this woman who’s grieving and clinging onto the last bit of hope she has left because she can’t risk the possibility of losing complete control. And she doesn’t want her sacrifices to mean nothing. She wants to keep fighting until the very end even if it’s ultimately pointless because their lives HAVE to mean something. They have to mean something because she doesn’t know what she’ll do if they don’t. She wouldn’t be the person that she is without them. She doesn’t know where to take all this love and anger she has in her heart, so she decides to keep fighting and she makes horrible decisions and she may burn some bridges in the process but she’s HUMAN. She’s so deeply flawed and I love her so much

#luna talks #GOD #i have so many feelings about allison #i KNOW how people feel about her this season but i really think she’s neat :(#tua #the umbrella academy #long post

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sissytobitch10seconds · 11 months

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A Quiet Entrance

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Nine months after landing in Dallas, Texas during the 1960s, Diego is finally reunited with the rest of his family. They've got a lot to deal with until they're safe and they've got a lot of curveballs coming to them, but they can handle it because they're back together again. Warnings: Pregnant trans character, graphically described childbirth, mentions of mental distress, and period typical transphobia Word Count: 11,618 Ship(s): Diego Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: If you've noticed that I'm writing more fics like this, it's because my mutual poked me into watching Call the Midwife and it reignited my special interest surrounding childbirth and pregnancy, so I am combining it with my current fandom obsession. I hope that you guys can enjoy some of these, because there's going to be quite a few of them as time goes on. Thanks for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

After making sure that all four of his already found siblings were listening to him, Five began to explain the situation that they were in. “I dumped you here without permission and we got the attention of the Commission, unfortunately. The Handler has been trying to do something nefarious with it since I joined and she’s using the fact that you’re all here as a way to continue doing that. I went back to the Commission and agreed to stop messing with time and keep certain things a secret as long as they helped me keep all of you safe. They’ve agreed to let us use one of their old safehouses. It’s one of the ones that The Handler isn’t aware of, so I’m sending you all there so that you can be safe.”

He had tried to make it so that his statement left no room for arguments. He didn’t want to spend an unknown amount of time poking, prodding, and reassuring them that it was okay and the right thing for them to do. He just wanted to make sure that the five remaining siblings he had were safe and tucked away until he could return them back to the world that they deserved.

Luther, however, seemed to have not gotten the message. Five should have suspected that he would be the biggest problem out of all of his siblings since their father had reassured him over and over again that he was the leader. “You’re going to go after that entire organization by yourself? Don’t you need the rest of us to help you?”

The oldest-youngest brother shook his head. “I don’t. I’m only going after The Handler and I’ve been given permission to use some of the other agents if I need any help. The thing that is going to help me most is having you all out of the way so that I don’t have to worry about you fucking up the timeline more. The Commission wants you out of the way as well. Two of you have tried to mess with the Kennedy assassination and the other two have made huge ripples in the culture of Dallas and the world as a whole.”

Diego pursed his lips and then folded his arms moodily over his chest as he sank down in his chair. Luther looked a little bit guilty and began to fidget impatiently. Allison let out a huffy noise and rolled her eyes, obviously not having any remorse for the ripples that she had sent through the timeline. Klaus just laughed as he lounged back on the couch that he was already sitting on.

“Do you understand?” Five asked as he looked out over all of his siblings. “If you all continue with what you’ve been doing until I got here then there’s the chance that the Commission will decide that you need to die anyway. You all have to go to the safehouse and stay there until I come to get you.”

Allison spoke up before the rest of them had the chance to, “Are we allowed to go back and say goodbye to any of the people that we loved?”

“No,” Five shook his head. “Not right now. Maybe if you’re all good and you’ve done what I’ve asked I can accompany you back so that you can say goodbye before we got back to where we’re supposed to be.”

She didn’t seem content with that answer, but she also didn’t pitch a big fuss. Five walked his siblings down the stairs so that they were near the car that Eliot had before he had been killed by the Swedes under The Handler’s instruction. “I want you to all go to this address and find Viktor. He’s going by his old name and working as a nanny for the family that lives at this address,” he didn’t bother to explain how he knew that as he wrote the information down and then handed the slip of paper over to Diego.

The aforementioned brother’s face was overcome with a kind of emotion that none of them had ever seen from him before. His brows were furrowed together and his mouth was in a pinched line. He walked to the other side of the car and then got in the front behind the wheel while waiting for the rest of his siblings to follow suit.

As soon as the present Hargreeves, with the exception of Five, had sat down in the car, he started it up. A flash of blue told him that Five had gone off to wherever he was finishing his business, so he pulled out of the driveway to go to the address they had been given.

Klaus struck up a conversation about halfway out of the city and towards the farm where their last brother was living. It was easy to fall into the pattern that they had grown up in, listening to him say something and then groaning or pointing out the inaccuracies in it. This time, even Luther joined in. Diego felt himself relaxing as he thought back to some of the more comforting memories that he had of when they were younger.

The tension and stress that he had felt before were back as soon as they pulled down the dirt driveway of the farm where Viktor was living. There were tire tracks down the path, but no car in front of the barn or beside the house which meant that someone had probably gone out.

Diego hung back in the car while the rest of the siblings piled out. He had a lot of emotions that he had to sort through concerning the brother that they had come to pick up, the least of which being the guilt that was boiling in his stomach at not coming to rescue Viktor from what might have been a very bad situation.

He stepped out after a moment, knowing that he couldn’t run away from it. He turned and then felt like his breath was stolen from his lungs in the best way possible.

His relationship with Viktor had been complicated from the very beginning of their lives, there was no alternative with the way that they had been raised. As they got older and began to come into themselves more as people, it had gotten even more twisted and confusing. He had always thought that the violinist was beautiful, but something had changed since they had last seen each other and the radiance of the other man had seemingly increased tenfold.

Viktor was standing next to a laundry line where he was picking up garments from a basket and then pinning them down so that they flapped dry in the breeze. He was wearing a long blue summer dress that brushed across his ankles and tightened up at the waist. The sleeves were simple and stopped at his mid-forearm with a looseness that allowed for work to be done easily. His hair was cut short again, like it had been right after they left the Academy and formed their short-lived band.

Something about the way that he was standing in the hot Dallas sun, the spring breeze wrapped around him, made him look more beautiful and ethereal that Diego had ever seen him look before. He could only see the side of Viktor’s face and yet the healthy glow that he had acquired since arriving in the past was evident. He was beautiful in the same way that he always had been, handsome yet soft, but at the same time different. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was off of the medication that he had been on his entire life and was finally able to feel his own feelings, but as soon as Viktor turned Diego knew that it wasn’t just that.

“Viktor?” Allison called, quickly getting the attention of their brother.

He turned around and his beautiful brown eyes welled up with tears. They didn’t even hang on his lashes as they often had when they were all children, back when his emotions were being suffocated by the medication that Reginald had kept him on since they were four. “Allison?” he asked.

The siblings had all been getting ready to approach their brother so that they could have a conversation without shouting, but as soon as he turned around they all stopped. He had one hand extended out over the top of a basket that was overflowing with wet laundry and clothespins, but the other one was what they were paying attention to. Even if it hadn’t been placed where it was, the object of their fascination would have been very obvious.

Viktor’s stomach was rounded out from underneath his chest all the way down to between his hips. It looked firm and not at all proportionate to what it would have been had the small man just gained some weight. The hand placed on the very bottom of his stomach made it even more obvious because it cut the dress so that the fabric was tightly formed around him. It was very blatant that he was pregnant.

Diego felt like he was frozen in place as soon as that finally clicked in his brain. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he saw the man that he had so much history with before that had been thrown into the equation, but now any ideas that he had were completely thrown out the window.

The rest of the siblings seemed to be similarly astounded that the bringer of the apocalypse, their timid little brother, was harboring a life inside of him. They were just as frozen as Diego and so Viktor had to be the one to make the first move. He dropped the basket of laundry so that they tumbled down onto the packed dirt and grass. He didn’t care as he hurried, as quickly as he could with the heavy weight on his abdomen, towards the siblings he was worried he would never see again.

He paused when he was finally in front of Allison, a mere foot away. “You’re okay?” he asked, his hand twitching at his side as he thought about whether or not it would be okay for him to reach out and touch her.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m okay,” Allison immediately nodded. She lurched forward so that she was hugging her brother, saving him from having to make the decision. Viktor had been crying the entire time that he had been getting closer to her, but as soon as her arms were around him he began to sob loudly.

“I’m so sorry that all happened and then I wasn’t even there to make sure that you were okay. I tried to get back to you but then my powers they- they just took over so I couldn’t think anymore and then I woke up in Dallas and I didn’t even know if any of you were out here,” Viktor gasped around sobs.

“Shh, shh,” Allison immediately soothed. She brushed her hand over the back of his head in the same way that Grace had often done when they were younger. She placed a kiss on his forehead and Diego felt a spike of jealousy flare up inside of him as he wanted to be doing that, though he quickly stamped it down as he remembered all of the feelings he had nine months ago when they were in their own timeline.

Allison pulled back then, brushed her fingers over her own eyes to rid them of the tears. “You shouldn’t be all worked up when you’re in this condition,” she sniffled.

Viktor laughed as the hand that wasn’t on Allison’s shoulder, reassuring him that his sister was really there and really okay, moved to his stomach. He rubbed a circle and then settled it back where it had been while he was working with the clothesline.

One of the other siblings slipped out of their surprise then as Klaus walked over to the smallest of the brothers. He wrapped one of his long arms around the violinist’s waist and brought him in to a half hug, “I never thought that we’d see you in a dress again, mein bruder.”

The aforementioned brother let out a half laugh, sounded absolutely exasperated despite how little Klaus had said so far. “How about you try being nine months pregnant in the beginning of Dallas summer and then tell me if you want to be wearing jeans?”

Klaus laughed, tossing his head back so that the black hat that was perched on the edge of his head tumbled back into the grass along with the laundry. “At least you don’t have much longer to go. When is baby supposed to come?” Klaus asked.

His hand moved over to Viktor’s stomach but Allison quickly hit it off. “Klaus! Never touch a pregnant person’s stomach without permission. Just because they’re carrying a baby doesn’t mean that they don’t get to have autonomy and consent anymore.”

The violinist quickly soothed the argument before it could really get started. “Allison, Klaus never asks when he touches someone so it isn’t like this is a pregnancy specific thing.” He then turned towards his brother with a small smile, “I am getting very close to my due date. We’re not sure when exactly because it took a while for me to remember again and then I couldn’t quite figure out conception dates because of how the time travel worked.”

“Remember?” Luther asked. He walked out from where he was standing next to the car so that he was closer to the rest of his siblings. Viktor tensed up a little bit and the wind picked up, but then he took a deep breath and everything settled again.

“I was dumped into a back alleyway when I got here. I was really disoriented because of the kinds of things that my powers had done to my head. I stumbled out into the road and someone hit me with their car,” he explained. “I actually work for her family, she’s been kind enough to let me stay here even with the baby on the way.”

“You were hit with a car?” Allison gasped.

“Yes, but don’t worry! She stopped as soon as she could so it basically just threw me down to the ground. I didn’t break any bones and the baby wasn’t hurt at all. I had a concussion for a little while and some scrapes but we’re both fine,” Viktor immediately soothed. He then flushed a little, no doubt ashamed that he had assumed they were worried about his and his baby’s health because of how he had been treated when they were younger.

Diego felt like he was suffocating, like the air around him was slowly seeping out. It reminded him of some of the training that he had done when he was younger, back when Reginald was trying to figure out if his breath-holding applied to anything other than world. His chest was beating up in his ears so that it made it hard to hear what his siblings were saying, but he was also hanging off of every word. His thoughts were rolling over and over in his head as he tried to figure out conception dates on his own.

“We should get going. Five said that we had to go straight to the safehouse after we picked him up,” Luther said as he glanced back towards Diego, who was still hanging back at the car.

The look got Viktor’s attention back in that direction as well. His eyes widened when he noticed that the brother he had been closest to as teenagers was there as well. He ducked his head down, though without the curtain of hair that he had all the way up until their sixteenth birthday, it was hard for him to hide the way that he was feeling. His eyes were wide and the tips of his cheeks were colored red with a nervous flush. Diego had seen that look a lot back when they were trying to, futilely, get their band off of the ground.

“Safehouse?” Viktor asked.

Klaus let out a sigh as he got ready to explain, “Our dear Fivey has been very busy since he dumped us here. He only got into Dallas about three days ago and he’s been working rather tirelessly to find us all. We were all dumped in different times because of how messy his powers are. Apparently we caught some nasty attention and so now he’s having to squirrel us away while he gets it all cleaned up and we get to go back home.”

“I can’t leave just yet. I told Sissy that I would get some chores done around the house and she might worry if she comes back and I’m just gone,” Viktor shook his head. He detached himself from Klaus and Allison as he slowly made his way back over to where the laundry basket was. Diego noticed, with affection swelling his heart, that Viktor had a little bit of a waddle now because of the size of the baby.

“Here, let me get that,” Allison quickly said as she moved past him and gathered the laundry up from the ground. She winced when she saw that one of the shirts had spilled out into a patch of mud and was now soaked. She placed that over one arm while she put the rest of the laundry back where it went and then handed it to Viktor.

“Thank you, I can’t reach stuff that falls as much as I used to. I refuse to be one of those people that just doesn’t pick things like that up because it’s harder, but it’s nice not having to do it every time,” he laughed as he took the basket. He turned back to his siblings. “Can you let me finish up the chores I need to do around the house and pack up some things?”

He was taking everything in better stride than they thought that he would given what their last interactions had been like. It was kind of hard to believe that the brother that they had seen up on that stage, bathed in white energy while trying his very best to kill everyone coming too close to him, was the same that was standing here. The Viktor that they had seen the last time they were all together was all blue-hued and cold while this one was full of rosy golden warmth.

Diego spoke up before anyone else had the chance to. His words had been stuck in his throat, much like his body had been stuck in place. “We have time, you can pack.”

From a few feet away from the car, between the vehicle and their pregnant brother, Luther whirled around with wide eyes. Despite his reluctance to help Five in the saving of the world earlier that day, he seemed to have jumped on it now. The idea of letting someone have more time than the rest of them also seemed to tick off Allison, but she didn’t say anything about it.

Viktor turned to face Diego for a moment, his eyes full of nearly-unreadable emotion. When they had been working together on starting their band, before Diego had flunked the police academy and blown away in the wind like bad dandelion seeds, the marksman had gotten very good at reading those emotions. He had to be since Viktor was shy and quiet and rarely ever spoke what he was thinking. “Thank you,” he whispered. He turned back around to his work so that he could finish hanging up the wet laundry on the line.

The lone girl of the family sent a half-pissed look at her brother, which just confirmed that the pregnancy was the only reason she wasn’t fighting against his decision the way that Luther was. She walked over to their brother and took the basket from him so that she could help him. Viktor was pulling garments out and then pinning them to the line while she trailed slowly after him while keeping the basket steady.

“What the Hell, Diego?” Luther demanded as he stormed back over towards his brother.

“You didn’t even want to save the world the last time that Five came to ask you for help,” Diego snarled.

“Why does he get more time than the rest of us to wrap up his shit? Five said that we had to get to the safehouse as quickly as possible because of the danger that the Commission is posing to us right now. If we stick around for too long they might figure out where we are,” Luther argued.

Diego felt a flare of anger burning up inside of him. He thought that he had left those kinds of feelings behind when he had dropped into this world. Despite the barbaric treatments of people in 1960s mental institutions, some of the things that he had talked about while in therapy had helped him with some of his issues. He had a couple of sessions of therapy under his belt before he even got there, so he just built their basic suggestions on the more modern ones he already knew. He had worked very hard to try and get over the issues that he had with his brother, to ration that it was their father that had turned them against each other like that.

He had forgiven Luther around the fourth month of being in the institution. The more that the other man was pushing this specific issue, the less he wanted to keep on that streak. “Because he’s fucking pregnant, Luther! You weren’t around him enough to see how much being forced to pretend that he was a girl messed him up. Pregnancy in the 1960s isn’t going to be fucking nice to him so we have to be gentle for two different reasons. I don’t think you want anything bad happening to him or the baby, do you, Luther?” he snapped.

“Something bad is going to happen to him, Diego!” Luther shouted. “There are dangerous people out there with guns that are going to hurt him, the baby, and the rest of us if they catch us!”

“They’re going to have to fucking wait until Viktor feels safe enough to go anywhere! I’m not going to push our pregnant brother into doing something he isn’t comfortable with,” he was basically seething at that point. They were going to be going back and forth like that for a while longer before one of them got bored and stopped fighting. It was something that they had done often when they were younger and were pushed against each other by their father. It was something that he often goaded them into and they fell into very easily. Diego also needed to burn off some of his anxiety and the other feelings that were swirling in his gut.

Meanwhile, Klaus had wandered off to talk with Viktor and Allison. “So what have you been doing since your little ending-the-world rendezvous?” he asked as he snagged one of the clothespins to play with.

The pregnant man pursed his lips and shrank down into himself. Allison opened her mouth to object over their brother bringing up that topic, but she was shut down before she really got to, “I’ve just been living here. Like I said earlier, Sissy hit me with her car and then brought me to the hospital. I had a pretty bad concussion and had no idea who I was so they brought me back with them to take care of me since I didn’t match up with any missing person’s reports. My memory slowly came back and we tried to reach out to you guys but I was too pregnant to get a job so that I could get an apartment. I work as a nanny here so that Sissy can focus on the farm.”

“They’re not working you too hard, are they?” Allison asked, her eyes drifting down specifically to Viktor’s domed stomach.

He chuckled and placed a hand on his swollen bump. “No, they’re not. I mainly do household chores and watch after Harlan. My midwife said that getting the exercise that I do is actually good for me and the baby. Makes it so they can grow up to be healthy and strong. Also means that I’m not liable to go into labor sooner than I’m supposed to,” he grabbed the last garment from the bag and then took the basket from Allison.

Viktor turned back towards the car, trying to catch some kind of a glance at Diego, when he saw the two brothers fighting. “Allison, why don’t you go see if you can talk Luther down and then send Diego into the house with me? We need to talk.”

He didn’t give them any room to argue as he drifted back into the house to finish up the remainder of his chores before he had to leave. Klaus and Allison glanced at each other knowingly before doing as they had been asked.

The back door that Viktor had just come through slowly opened and then closed as Diego walked through it into the kitchen. Viktor was placing the shirt that had gotten dirty when the basket fell back into the washing machine so that it could be washed with the next load. He set the basket down on the ground next to it and then slowly pushed himself up into a standing positon, one hand going to his back for extra support.

“Allison said that you had something you wanted to talk to me about,” Diego said softly as he walked over to one of the counters in the kitchen.

“Yeah, I do,” Viktor nodded. He turned around to that they could have their conversation face-to-face but then paused as he felt the burning, searing pain beginning to grow in his back. He placed his hand on the wall to support himself as he took in a deep breath through his nose. The muscles along his spine tightened painfully and then wrapped around his gravid belly for a solid thirty seconds before they all released. The pain fled and he was flushed with endorphins before he remembered everything that was happening. “Um, would you mind making another tally under the four on that paper for me since it’s behind you?”

Diego had been staring at him the entire time that he had been standing there, he was able to feel the other man’s eyes boring into his very being. It was only after he said something that the spell or captivation that had been placed on him was finally broken. He turned around to grab the paper and pencil that had been requested of him before he paused. “Viktor, what is this?” he asked.

“It’s just something that my midwife asked me to keep. A log book of all my false labor contractions to make sure that nothing is wrong with baby,” he replied. “Which is kind of what I need to talk to you about.”

“False labor?” Diego asked, trying to play stupid to give himself more time to process the information on the paper. It was broken up into seven sections, each with several numbers spread evenly throughout. Underneath each number was a certain amount of tallies, with some being more frequent and most of them being devoid of the marks altogether. The one at the bottom that was marked with their current date was what had caught his attention, however. The tallies increased as the day got later, to the point where there were already five in the column underneath the four.

“No, the baby,” Viktor shook his head. He snagged the paper and then set a tally mark down where it needed to be. “I know that you and I haven’t always had the… most stable relationship,” he winced.

Diego snorted, “You could say that.”

“Do you remember right when we found out that Dad died? You got distracted when you were doing your whole Batman-thing and came to me to get patched up, like you always did. And we…” his ears were burning red as he fully trailed off.

The memories of that night came flooding back to them both. It was like whenever they were seated that close together, on the poorly tiled floor of Viktor’s tiny bathroom, something drew them even closer. They had become intertwined as they had many times before, but they had become so giddy with the news of their father’s death that they had forgotten to be as careful as they usually were. It had resulted in them having to shower to get all of the blood from Diego’s cut off of them and Viktor complaining under his breath about having to pick up a Plan B on his way to work the next morning.

“I never did it. I was late going to orchestra and then the funeral happened and now…” he placed his hand on his swollen stomach.

“Are you saying…?” Diego felt his eyes widen as the words got stuck in his throat. That had happened so often when they were younger and Viktor had always been the most patient about it, struggling with his own words more often than not. The thought had flit across his mind as soon as he had seen the state that his adoptive brother was in, but he pushed it away quickly after reminding himself that nothing good ever happened to him.

Viktor nodded, tears welling in his dark brown eyes. “I think so. I- there’s a chance that it could be Harold’s because we weren’t… there was a time, right after my powers went haywire when Allison triggered me with her rumor that he… and I didn’t really have the brain space to be able to tell him that I didn’t want to or that he had to use a condom,” he gave a shudder.

Immediately upon hearing that, the amazement and wonder was replaced with burning rage. He had already felt a huge surge of protectiveness over his pseudo-lover when they found the body of the poor woman who had first chair violin in Viktor’s orchestra, but knowing that the murder had taken advantage of Viktor during a vulnerable time in his life made his blood boil. Diego had often initiated forceful sex and kissed without asking first, but he had always immediately backed off without any attempt at coercion when he had been told no.

He was brought out of some of the darker thoughts when he watched Viktor wiping at his face with both of his calloused hands. “Sorry. I haven’t been able to think about it much during the pregnancy, I’ve kind of decided that they’re yours already because I can’t bare the idea that he could have gotten me pregnant on top of everything else.”

Diego’s hand twitched at his side and he slowly brought it up to Viktor’s stomach, giving the other man ample opportunity to say that he didn’t want it. Instead, Viktor reached up and took his wrist so that he could lay Diego’s palm flat against his stomach, right above his belly button. “I had sex with you first and we know for a fact that you were ovulating then and we didn’t use protection. The chances are pretty damn high that this baby is mine,” he whispered.

Normally he wouldn’t have been able to say something like that because it all would have felt too overwhelming. While he always wanted to be a father, a child was a big responsibility and having a baby suddenly dumped on his lap when he didn’t have any time to think and panic about it made him want to throw himself into a lake and live there eternally. The impulse didn’t plague him now, though, because he knew that Viktor needed that reassurance. The baby would be born soon, especially if Viktor’s midwife was right about due dates, and he needed to be strong for the blossoming family and the man that he loved.

Diego took a deep breath as he leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. It was an intimate gesture that used to be very common for them, back when they were playing small gigs in the back of pizza parlors and abandoned garages. Viktor had always been nervous, even when he was back on the medication that their father had given him, and that was one of the only ways that would properly soothe his nerves. “It’s a lot to take in, huh?” Diego asked.

He felt like he was going to shake apart at the seams as his brain really began to process everything that had happened. One day it felt like he was going about his normal life, working as a janitor in a gym by day and being a vigilante at night. The next his father was dead, he had some of the best sex of his life, and then he was at his father’s wake. Everything after that, finding out that Viktor had powers, that his sort-of lover was dating someone new, that someone turning out to be an obsessive murderer, watching his mother die twice, watching his childhood home crumble, being forced to sit silently as Viktor begged him to let him out of the cage they had locked him in, and then watching powers none of them understood taking over their brother. That had all been before the time travel, the asylum, the second end of the world, and everything that had happened with Lila.

Now he was standing in a stranger’s kitchen, trying to work through all of those events while also processing that it was very likely he would be a father before the week ended.

“I don’t think I’ve had the chance to process it all since it began. I was back here and then I was pregnant and I had that to worry about. Still do, and then I’ll have the baby. But there’s always time for a panic attack later, right?” he chuckled.

Diego cracked a smile at that. Despite the nervous energy that was thrumming through his body because of everything happening around him, that nod back to their band days helped him feel immensely better. It wasn’t something that they had enjoyed at the time and it had worried him then, but now it made him feel warm. It reminded him of back when they thought that they had a chance for the future, that they would never hurt each other because they understood the other too well. That hadn’t lasted long because Diego was shit at managing his life and had a mean mouth to boot, but he had changed a lot since then.

“Yeah, there will be time for panic attacks later,” he murmured as he rubbed his hand over the swollen bump on his brother’s abdomen. The idea that their child was inside of the smaller man, nestled away from the world and safely growing until they could make their debut was the most exciting and terrifying thing that Diego had ever thought about.

He felt a small kick to his hand just as Viktor’s face fell from the delicate smile he had been wearing. He let out a small hum in the back of his throat as his spare hand moved away from Diego's shoulder and to his back, supporting him through another one of the pains.

Diego kept one hand on Viktor’s bump while the other moved to support his brother. They slowly walked over to the dining room table a few feet away from the kitchen. He helped Viktor lower himself down until he was leaning back in the chair, finally sitting down and off his feet. “So I’m not exactly an expert on this, but I don’t think that false labor contractions happen this often,” he gestured with his head over to the note that he had snagged on their way to the chair.

“I’m not in labor,” Viktor shook his head. “When my midwife came to the house yesterday she said that I still had a couple of days. Nothing is on the move yet, so we should have plenty of time for Five to finish doing whatever it is that he needs to get done.”

There was no argument in his voice and Diego was too worn out from having all of the information dumped on him to try and find the words. He merely added another tally underneath the hour and sat with Viktor until the other man felt steady enough to get back up. “Do you think that you could help me with some of the packing? I’ve already done most of the chores that Sissy asked me to do while she was away.”

“Of course,” Diego replied. He was standing and helping Viktor to his feet in an instant. Knowing that the other man still loved him, at least in some way even if it wasn’t the more direct way that he had been hoping for, had directed some of his attention away from all of his other thoughts. He had been of the opinion that the fathers-to-be that were obsessed with their spouses when they were expecting had been cheesy and unrealistic. He had never been around someone that was pregnant all the way from the beginning to the end when he was that young, but his opinion had stayed the same as he got older. He had figured that nothing much could change in the way that someone loved just because their partner was pregnant. He now knew better than that, because he felt completely enamored with Viktor now that he knew the other man was responsible for making him a father.

“Just through here,” Viktor explained as he waddled towards the living room. The couch had a stack of blankets and pillows carefully made up on one side and there was a suitcase full of clothes next to the chair.

Diego felt his mouth flicker down into a frown. He was grateful that this family had taken in Viktor when he needed them but he wished that it had been a slightly better situation. If the apocalypse hadn’t happened Diego might not have been able to offer Viktor a better place to stay himself, but at least in their own time the pregnant man had his own apartment and an actual bed to sleep on.

“Where’s the baby stuff?” Diego asked as he searched for it.

“Under the couch. It’s bigger than you think,” Viktor chuckled. He walked over and hefted the suitcase up onto the chair so that he could flick it open and look through it. It was full of clothes from throughout his pregnancy, though there weren’t a lot of garments in there. It was about half full with a half dozen pairs of pants, three button ups and a pair of overalls. There was plenty of room for him to move the baby clothes that he hadn’t prepared yet into it.

Diego slid everything that had been nestled underneath the couch out and then began to help Viktor fold them and get them packed away. The smaller man had another two contractions while they were working but waved away Diego’s little concerned noises every time.

Eventually, the domesticity of the situation was interrupted by another one of their siblings. They had been in the house for longer than they thought and the others were beginning to get worried that they were hanging around for too long. “How’s it going in here?” Allison asked as she looked over the baby clothes that they were sorting through. It was two full boxes worth of clothing items, everything that Sissy had saved from when Harlan was born and a few that they had gotten just in case the baby was a girl.

“Good,” Viktor smiled. He turned towards her to give her more details but then stopped as he felt another one of the building pains. Diego was on his feet in an instant, allowing Viktor to use the other man’s hands so that he could stay upright and steady.

Their sister turned towards Diego and their eyes met. A whole conversation exchanged between them in the silence of Viktor’s contraction. “Are you in labor?” she asked, keeping her voice low and compassionate as she walked over to help keep him steady.

“No,” the smaller man objected. He stood up straight with a little grunt in the back of his throat and then a splattering noise sounded through the room.

Allison let out a little giggle as she said, “I think that baby is determined to prove you wrong. Unless you just peed yourself, I think that was your water breaking.”

He slowly tilted his head down so that he could see the growing puddle of water in the middle of the living room. Despite being nine months pregnant, he had never had an issue with his bladder other than feeling like had to pee more often. He was also aware enough of his own body to know that the clear fluid leaking out of him certainly wasn’t urine. “I thought that I was going to have more time…”

Another silent conversation passed between the other siblings. Diego grasped Viktor’s elbow with one hand and placed a hand on his back with the other. “Come on, we can go out to the car and wait there while people finish up here,” he said softly.

“Wouldn’t it be a better idea for me to go out to the car with him? I’ve had a baby before,” Allison argued.

“That’s why I need you in here,” Viktor replied as he nodded towards his suitcase. “You know more about baby clothes than Diego does. He can sit with me in the car and hold my hand or whatever people are supposed to do when they’re around other people in labor.”

She looked like she wanted to protest, but he had made a good point. Instead of wasting what little time that they had before the baby got there and it was a lot harder to get to the safehouse, she gathered up the items from the couch and basically forced them into Diego’s arms. The duo were then shepherded out of the backdoor and towards the car so that Viktor would have a semi-stationary place to labor.

Klaus and Luther were talking about something amongst the white sheets that were now billowing in the hot desert wind, but Viktor didn’t really pay much attention to either of them. He had been so wrapped up in his feelings and everything that was happening before his water broke that he barely noticed when the contractions came and went. Now that the protective bubble of the amniotic fluid had left and he was focusing on how soon he was going to meet his baby, everything felt a lot more present. He had to pause every time that he got one of the pains, which was thankfully only once as they made their way out of the house and to the car.

They paused in their conversation to watch the slow way that Viktor was walking while almost clutching at his stomach. He was sure that the lower half of his sun dress was almost soaked with the fluid that was still trickling down his leg when he moved the wrong way. He tried not to think about it too much because the idea that he was going to give birth soon was almost too much for him to handle.

Diego opened up the back of the car and then carefully helped Viktor into it. The only section of the vehicle that Luther fit in, they found out, was the trunk, so even though Viktor would have more maneuverability back there, it was off limits so that they could get the entire family to the safehouse.

The marksman laid down one the blankets on the backseat and then another in the footwell so that there was some cushion no matter how he decided he needed to be. “Can you run back into the house and get some more towels? I have a baby blanket but that’s not going to be of any use to us until baby is at least a little bit clean. Especially since we have no idea what this house Five is stashing us at is like,” he explained.

Diego looked a little anxious at the idea of having to leave his heavily pregnant and laboring partner, but he also knew better than to argue. He slipped out of the backseat, but thankfully he didn’t have to go far. The other two had been watching the interaction that they were having and slowly drifting over. Diego explained about the contractions and how Viktor’s water had broken when they were in the house, which only served to make Luther look a little pale and clammy. “Can one of you go get some towels? It sucks that we have to steal from this family but it’s not like we want this baby to be born with nothing if this house Five is sending us to ends up being empty.”

Klaus immediately agreed, turning and rushing off to do as he had been asked. Luther slowly trailed after Diego as the marksman returned to his lover. He paused when he got about a yard away from the car, turning to look around like attackers could be coming from anywhere. It was a little silly since Five had guaranteed that they’d be safe for a few hours while they drove to the house, but anything that made him feel better was getting a pass in Diego’s book.

It took about ten minutes for them to all be ready to go. Viktor was in the backseat with his forearms pressed together on the backseat of the car, kneeling down in the footwell behind the front. Diego was right beside him with a bowl of water snuggled up to the door and the crease in the seat so it didn’t spill. He would douse a cloth in it and then either use it to wet Viktor’s lips or run it over the back of his neck to keep him cool. It was kind of beautiful and terrifying to see what his lover was going through to bring their baby into the world.

Eventually Allison and Klaus both came out of the house. The suitcase full of things that Viktor would need for the newborn was placed into the trunk alongside the towels and the kit that the midwife had dropped off for his delivery. Klaus was driving and Allison was sitting in the passgender’s seat, though there had been a brief argument about who should be the one sitting beside Viktor.

None of their siblings knew about their band or what their relationship had been like after Five left and Ben died, when they could only find solace and companionship between the two of them. Allison’s argument for her being back with him was that she had been in labor and delivered before, but Klaus was quick to chime in and tell her that she had a c-section so she wasn’t really going to be a huge help during the delivery part.

Viktor barely even noticed anything had changed when the car started moving. Despite not having done it for most of his life, Klaus was fairly good at driving so even the transition down the long dirt driveway away from the farm was fairly smooth. They drove through the endless streets as they tried to get to the safehouse that Five had set up for them. Allison sat so that her back was pressed to the door and she could see both out of the windshield and her laboring brother, which was the only way that she allowed Diego to stay in the back with him.

“He’s so quiet,” she whispered after almost half an hour of driving. Viktor had been swaying back and forth and breathing rhythmically the entire time, which made it very hard for her to time how close his contractions were.

“I thought that the screaming and shouting and throwing things during labor was a stupid movie trope,” Luther piped up from the back. He was nervously worrying a blanket in between his fingers to try and settle down. He kept checking behind them like he was suddenly going to see the FBI and Commission coming to chase them down, as though they didn’t look like any other family trying to get where they needed to go before a baby came into the world.

Allison moved her hand back and forth. “Yes and no. I didn’t tell Patrick that I hated him or I never wanted to have sex with him again when I had Claire but I still made noise. Contractions are probably the most painful thing that I’ve ever been through,” she explained.

Viktor was lulled by the sounds of his families’ voices all around him. He had always wanted to be surrounded by their love and warmth and he had been denied that for so long when he was younger. It was nice to be around them when he already felt so zeroed in and focused on what was happening. His brain was fuzzy and distant like it had been when his powers took over his body, but in a much different was. The only thing that he could focus on was the steadily raising tide of pain and pressure. Each wave would overcome him for about thirty seconds and then recede before the next one came in. He could feel every distinctive thing happening in his body as his baby stilled and made their descent into the birth canal.

His body had basically taken over the entire situation. He didn’t feel like he had to worry because Diego was a steady, constant presence beside him and his other siblings were all within grabbing reach. He could just focus on the pressure low in his pelvis and the steady descent of his baby.

He leaned forward and shifted so that he was up on his feet instead of his knees. It spread his pelvis at least a little bit wider, which was much more comfortable now that he was at this point in his labor. Viktor grasped the blanket that Diego had spread out over the seat of the car so that his knuckles had turned almost white as he felt the overwhelming urge to bear down. He wasn’t going to deny his body what it wanted after years of his life being consumed by only that alone. He also wasn’t sure that he was physically capable of resisting the urge.

Almost as soon as he had made the choice to start pushing, the pressure was alleviated off of him entirely. It was enough of a relief that he let out a small whimper when he breathed out after the contraction passed.

“You doing okay, V?” Diego asked as he brought the cloth over. He had wrung it out so that he could place the entire thing over Viktor’s head and cool him down. It did the trick as the water weighted down his feathery brown locks just enough that his scalp was bathed with cool.

Viktor turned his head to the side so that he could meet his lover’s eyes. He gave him a tired smile and said, “Yeah, s’just a lot.”

“You know that you can cry out, right?” Allison asked, reaching over so that she could rub his back with one hand. “We know that it hurts. No one is going to get mad at you for making noise while your body literally prepares to birth a child.”

He gave a small nod as he returned back to what he had been doing before. He wasn’t making noise not because he was scared to, but because the pain didn’t seem all that terrible to him when his mind was as fuzzy as his was. The pressure was what was wearing him out since he dealt with low level pain almost every single day. The steady movement on his back was just the right amount of stimulation that he needed to keep his body from freaking out. It was something to focus on other than the baby’s head slowly descending down his birth canal.

The tension in the car was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. They were all worried about being able to make it to the safe house that Five had set up for them in the time that he had given them to show up. Luther was basically staring out of the back window like he was going to be able to summon a monster for him to fight just to get his nerves to settle down. Klaus was focusing on driving, though he kept muttering to someone that none of the rest of them could see. Diego was focused mainly on Viktor, but images of having to fight while his boyfriend was giving birth to their child alone kept flashing through his mind and it was making him feel restless. Allison kept twitching back and forth, her eyes never hovering on any of the siblings for long but taking more time with Viktor than she ever had before.

Suddenly, she jerked forward and asked, “Is he pushing?”

Diego’s attention was snapped out of his thoughts and day-mares so that he could focus entirely on the brother that he had been taking care of during their long drive. “V? Hey, baby, I need you to look at me,” he made sure that his voice was soft and compassionate as he said that.

Viktor had, in fact, been pushing for the last ten minutes at least while they sped through Texas. He shifted so that he was leaning back against the front seat and looking towards Diego. His chest was heaving for breath but he focused on panting like he had practiced with his midwife when they were preparing for the birth.

None of the siblings said anything about the inherently romantic pet name that their brother had just called the laboring man, focusing entirely on the way that Viktor was cupping something between his legs. His hands had moved under the sundress that he was wearing somewhere in the twenty minutes that they had all been quiet. The billowy material of the outfit was enough that none of them could make out what it was.

Diego brought the cloth down and brushed the edges of it over his red-hued cheeks to try and help him cool down. “Just breathe, baby, just breathe. You’re doing so well, working to bring our kid into the world. Don’t worry about anything else, we’ve got it.”

The words rushed over him like the soothing water from the cloth. He felt some of the tension in his muscles relax as he continued to let his body do what it needed to. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he felt the head, which had been crowning for quite some time, finally reach the apex and then slip out of him entirely. He had been feeling the soft, dirty, downy hair of his baby while he waited for that very thing to happen. Now that it had, he simply cradled the little head while he waited for the next pain to take over him.

Allison and Klaus shared a look with each other as they realized who the father of their brother’s baby was. It wasn’t like the pseudo-incest that any relationship between the Academy kids had been taboo. Allison and Luther had been making moon-eyes at each other since they were thirteen and they had all been raised as child soldiers instead of siblings like others might have been. It was just surprising because up until that very moment, all of them had assumed that the duo hated each other based on the way that Diego had acted during their father’s wake.

Soon, Allison recovered from the shock and turned around so that she could continue to enquire about the situation. “Diego, is he pushing?”

During the time that she had been asking him that, Viktor felt another contraction come on so he pushed harder. He let his head fall back against the front seat of the car and then whimpered when the shoulders of the baby finally slipped from him and into his waiting hands.

One second he was pushing with all his might to rid his body of the tiny infant coming out of him and the next both of his hands were full of baby. He completed the movement by removing the baby from underneath his dress and placing them on his chest, cradled protectively in his arms.

“Holy shit,” Diego whispered as he felt his eyes go wide. He might have gotten faint at the sight of needles, but blood and whatever else the newborn was covered with weren’t affecting him in the slightest. He had never felt more awake than he did in that very moment, staring at the squirming body of his firstborn.

“What? What just happened?” Klaus asked as he tried to glance back into the backseat using the rearview mirror. They had just passed by a rest stop so the amount of cars that they were passing increased enough that he had to pay attention to the road.

“Oh my God,” Allison gasped as she watched her brother slowly sink down into a sitting position with the baby grasped in his arms.

All of the noise and Allison’s insistent questions was enough to tear Luther away from where he was staring out the back window for any threats. He was now staring directly ahead, where all other eyes were, on the sweaty forehead of their brother next to the grimy body of the newest Hargreeves family member. “Viktor literally just gave birth,” he said as a way of explanation for Klaus.

Diego was the first to recover from the shock. He turned around and then flipped his body over the back seat. Luther barely even noticed that he was there, until the taller man was pushed almost unceremoniously to the side so that Diego could grab the delivery kit from where it was on top of the suitcase full of baby clothes. He also snagged a towel before he turned back around and dumped the former of the two items down. He handed the towel over to Viktor as he slid down onto the floor.

“You did this, you brought this baby into the world,” he smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt. It was hard for him to really grasp, that in a moment, without even knowing it, his baby had been born and he had become a father. The mere idea that Viktor had been that quick and efficient in giving life to another human made him all the more amazed with his boyfriend.

“S-sorry I didn’t tell you, I got too wrapped up in trying to get it over with,” Viktor replied breathlessly as his eyes flit up to where his sister was staring at the baby in dazed wonderment.

Diego leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wet forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for. I would take being surprised that I’m now a dad over you suffering or feeling uncomfortable any day,” he explained. He set the towel down over the other side the baby so that they were sheltered entirely from the rest of the outside world.

The smaller man brought his hand up so that he was rubbing small circles on the baby’s back to start cleaning off some of the birth goop. He let out a small, adoring laugh when the newborn took in their first breath and began to wail so loudly that he was sure the cars passing by could hear. “Hi baby, hey,” he whispered happily. He shifted a little bit, with Diego’s help, so that he was laying against the door with his legs spread out so that his knees weren’t bent any longer.

Diego got up onto the seat of the car and began to unpack what was in the birth pack the midwife had sent. He got out the clamps first so that he could cut the cord like he needed to. “Roll them out towards me?” he asked Viktor.

The other man complied, shifting the baby around so that the neonate was facing up towards the ceiling while still protectively wrapped up in the towel. “A little boy. We’ve got a little boy, Vik,” Diego was almost crying as he got a good look at his son. He would have been happy with either sex and he would be happy with any gender that his child may or may not decide he wanted to be in the future. He was more marveling about every little detail he got to know about his baby now that the little one was finally there.

“We do, he’s our little boy,” Viktor beamed at him before he looked down at the newborn with a fascination that only a brand new parent could have.

Allison instructed Diego on about how far down he had to cut the cord based on what she remembered from when she gave birth to Claire. They gave it an extra little bit just so that they could be sure they weren’t hurting the newborn.

He shifted again, placing the clamp back in the bag now that they had tied and cut the cord. He wet a towel with the water from the bowl and handed it to Viktor before he dumped the rest of it out of the rolled down window. He then placed the bowl on the ground of the car so that they could use it to catch the afterbirth when it finally came. He knew that much from the mandatory lessons about childbirth they had to take during their first aide training.

“We’re about an hour away from the safehouse where we’re going to be able to bury it, sorry,” Klaus said as he checked the roadsigns that they were passing by.

“It’ll fly by now that we’ve got him here,” Viktor whispered as he looked down at his son. He had finished washing the baby off so that he was now spotless, pinked skin and kicking his chubby legs like his life depended on it.

They managed to get some clothes from the back thanks to Luther rooting through it until he found something that looked to be about the right size. Once the baby was changed into a diaper and onesie, Viktor wrapped him up in the baby blanket that Sissy had given him when he first found out he was pregnant. “You wanna hold him? I have to pass the afterbirth and then I want to change into something so I can feed him.”

That question was one that, for some reason, he hadn’t really been expecting to be asked. He knew that the baby was his and eventually he would hold his son, especially since he wasn’t going to be distant like some of the fathers he had seen in the sixties or his own. Still, it came as a bit of a shock to him and sent his brain reeling.

He ended up just opening his arms for the newborn instead of being able to give an affirmative properly. All of his words were stuck in his throat, like they got every time he was worried about something. He carefully took the baby into his arms and then sat back on the seat of the car while staring down at the tiny face of the newborn. His son was still wailing loudly since it was overwhelming and confusing to be out in the world when he had been in the protection of Viktor’s womb only moments before.

The aforementioned man moved so that he was in a squatting position above the bowl and grunted as he pushed one last time and the afterbirth came out of him. Allison ended up looking it over with a pair of gloves from he birthing kit so that they could make sure it was the entire thing.

Viktor was changed out of the now completely ruined sundress into a pair of baggy pajama pants and one of the button up shirts for ease of access when he was breastfeeding. His belly was still there but it wasn’t nearly as large or hard as it had been when the baby was inside. Diego got him set up on the seat part of the back with the pillow they had grabbed from the house propping him up against the door. He sat on the floor, though the blanket that had once been down there was now rolled up on the other side with the afterbirth bowl tucked inside of it so that no one had to look at it.

The rest of the siblings were quiet, each of them processing the fact that they had just become uncles and an aunt. Luther was staring out the back of the car to protect them from attacks in that direction and Klaus was focusing on driving.

Diego brushed his fingers over the soft hair on the back of the baby’s head while Viktor focused on helping the baby get his first feeding. “It’s hard to believe that he’s real. I know he’s mine though, he’s already got my nose and lips.”

“He’s got your eyes too. The shape of them. The blue will go away eventually,” Viktor said affectionately. “I think. It’s possible we’ve both got blue eyed parents and we don’t know.”

“I know he’s all squished and lopsided right now but he really does look like us.” He was marveling over that fact for several minutes until he finally asked, “What are we going to name him?”

“I was hoping that we could name him something Russian. I know that you’re Spanish and that’s also very important to you but… I just wanted something to connect him back to my own mother since I was thinking about her a lot when I was pregnant,” Viktor said, his voice small and nervous.

“Something Russian,” Diego hummed as he thought about it, not even questioning it.

“Rasputin,” Klaus said from the front seat. That got a laugh from the rest of the siblings, which was enough to make them all relax a little bit. None of them seemed to realize how the nerves of the baby being born on top of fleeing to a safehouse had worn on them until that joke finally broke the tension like a ball of glass.

They went quiet again, though it was a lot more easy this time. Diego brushed his fingers over the back of the baby’s head. “Aleksei?”

Viktor looked at him, tearing his eyes away from their baby’s now sleeping face for only a moment. “Aleksei Benjamin Hargreeves. I like it.”

In the front seat, despite being the person that had been most relaxed through the entire process of driving to the safehouse, Klaus tensed up. He turned to the side where Allison was sitting, though it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t looking at her. He glanced to the backseat and said, “Ben says he’s honored.”

None of them could say anything about that, but Viktor leaned forward so that he wasn’t directly crying down onto the baby as he suppressed a sob. Diego moved so that his boyfriend was laying down in between his legs and surrounded by his warmth. They stayed like that until they got to the safehouse, forty five minutes after Aleksei had been born.

Luther carried Viktor into the house, which they found to have two bedrooms and be completely furnished with anything that someone would need to live there for upwards of two weeks. Diego was put in charge of getting all of Viktor’s clothes set out along with setting up the cot for the baby to sleep in. Luther was in charge of digging the whole for the afterbirth while Allison and Klaus worked on getting some food ready for the rest of their family.

Viktor chose to be in the living room while all of that was happening. He had been separated from his siblings for his entire life and he had just been through something deeply traumatic and frightening, so he didn’t want to be away from them again so soon. Aleksei seemed to be soothed by being around Diego anyway, and he was building the small cot in the living room where there was more room.

Another half hour had passed by the time that the tell-tale pop of Five teleporting sounded around the room. “You all got here safe, good,” Five breathed out. He looked worn out and tired, like he had lived an entire life between when he had told them to come here and that moment.

“Hey, do you want a grilled cheese? I know you prefer that peanut butter monstrosity but Viktor got to choose because… well,” Klaus waved the cheese-covered spatula towards the aforementioned brother.

Five’s brow furrowed together with confusion before he turned towards Viktor. He was laying on the couch with a blanket draped over his legs and part of his chest as he nursed the newborn again. The eldest-youngest brother blinked a few times and then said, “What the fuck?”

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shortkingviktor · 2 years

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what are your thoughts on how the writers handled Harlan in s3? i was happy they brought him back, but i don’t know how i feel about his arc and his relationship with Viktor. i felt like they were too focused on Harlan’s powers and didn’t really pay attention to how Harlan had bonded with Viktor in s2.

to be upfront, i'm biased because i like harlan, but i think that they handled him poorly.

to start, "autistic child makes it difficult for his mother to be truly happy because he's incontrolable" is um. something. i understand the in-universe justification (superpowers), but it makes me bristle nonetheless.

overall, the focus definitely was on his powers instead of his character. in every step of his story, he felt like a means to an end — a device to get rid of the mothers and produce the paradox, a way to create conflict between allison and viktor where they had previously ignored allison’s right to be angry at viktor, etc.

then there's the fact that the hargreeves's treatment of him was oddly callous. the sparrows ask for harlan, and they're immediately ready to hand him over like a lamb to the slaughter. the supposed urgency of getting the sparrows' cooperation struck me as contrived since iirc they didn't even know what they were doing with the kugelblitz anyway.

finally, there's him and viktor. i was disappointed how they handled that, especially following harlan's death. viktor was scarcely permitted to grieve harlan, and that just didn't seem in-character to me. i know that harlan was a boy when they bonded, but viktor still cared about him, and it's hardly been any time at all since he saw him last. it seemed that the writers wanted to move on to the next things and leave harlan behind, which required me to ignore anything i'd previously been led to believe about viktor and harlan's bond.

#ask #tua #tua salt #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua s3 #tua s3 spoilers #harlan cooper #viktor hargreeves

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topperscumslut · 2 years

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my thoughts reading the first umbrella academy comic book as someone who’s been a fan of the show for years (spoilers for all seasons of the show and the first book)

•damn so we’re really getting right into reggie being an alien huh??

•WE FINALLY GET TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED AT THE EIFFEL TOWER???

•LUTHER 🥲

•can we talk about how he named his lil moon robot ben and still has newspaper articles about the academy and one about ben’s death 🥺

•literally how anyone can hate him i don’t understand

•TELL ME WHY I JUST SAW VANYA’S WHOLE CHEEKS- was the thong really necessary gerard???

•also it still feels transphobic calling her vanya even tho she doesn’t become viktor in the comics bcuz viktor’s transition was written for elliot page like ik she’s still a cis female in the books but saying vanya still makes me feel… grimy idk

•”father’s really dead, isn’t he, pogo?” LUTHER ILY

•he still calls allison rumor and is still wearing the academy mask wow luther hargreeves really is the right where you left me by taylor swift character huh

•tears are streaming down my face in a barnes and noble cafe luther are you OKAY

•someone get these siblings therapy i beg

•KLAUS!!!!!

•klaus definitely seems very similar in both versions

•”because what i found wasn’t just a place where i could hide” five trying to time travel not cuz he’s a stabbing a table with a butter knife cocky little shit but a literal child trying to hide from his abusive father is going to make me combust anyway fuck reginald

•more crying

•the A+ on luther’s paper and the D- on diego’s diego deserves better i am sobbing

•so it’s diego that thinks reggie was murdered in the comics instead of luther?? interesting

•luther and diego are so angsty jesus

•”so start acting like homo sapiens so we can bury your father” POGO PLZ-

•WHY DID DIEGO JUST STRIP GRACE????

•i have SO many questions

•i think im too dumb for this book

•which is embarrassing cuz it’s a comic book

•NOT LUTHER BITCH SLAPPING DIEGO GOODBYE-

•who in the motherfuck is dr terminal

•aidan gallagher was such a perfect casting for number five omg

•”i guess you’re right… [reginald] didn’t love me. but i haven’t spent my life pretending he did.” hello???? are we sure this is the same luther as the luther from the netflix series??

•is it just me or does klaus kinda look like mikey way???? like ik gerard wrote the series so…??

•not five bringing pogo into the fucking coffee shop- 💀🤚

•the way agnes literally does not question the fucking MONKEY god i love her

•five brutally massacring the commission goons and yet still stopping to pay for his drink and thank agnes omfg

•how are y’all shocked allison SAed luther in s3 when she literally SAs him hardly five chapters into the first book??

•it was literally out of nowhere too like- there was BUILD UP and CHEMISTRY and FLIRTING in the show and at least some villain era motivations for allison but in the book they’re literally just talking about claire and allison is still calling her Luther’s NIECE and then she just rumors him into kissing her out of nowhere??? i just audibly gasped in this barnes and noble i am sorry

•vanya is SLIM THICC

•everything is happening so fast in comparison to in the show omg

•is there *something* going on between diego and vanya like there is allison and luther?? or why is he so emotionally attached to her?? please tell me there’s not istg-

•REGINALD?????

•klaus saving the day slay!!!

•i don’t know how to feel. i just got so much information in so little time.

•FIVE AND KLAUS CONTENT YESS!!!

•POGO’S EXCERPTS ABOUT THE KIDS IM GONNA CRY

•OMFG KLAUS ACTUALLY WAS INSPIRED BY MIKEY I AM SCREECHING

•i have so many feelings

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 3 #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy comics #gerard way #mikey way #my chemical romance

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nadinfinitum · 3 months

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* ◟ : 〔 gabrielle union , figuring it out + she&&they 〕 NADIA GRAY , some say you’re a FORTY TWO year old lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DECISIVE and DECEPTIVE , one can’t help but think of I DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCIN' by the scissor sisters when you walk by. are you still a the crow / CHIEF LEGAL OFFICER at the neon pariahs / ANUNNAKI PHARMACEUTICALS , even with your reputation as the SELLOUT? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and CLACKING HEELS ON GRANITE TILES ; IMMACULATE HOME - NO DECOR ; SIGNING ON THE DOTTED LINE , although we can’t help but think of VERNITA GREEN (kill bill) ; AMANDA WALLER (dc) ; ALLISON HARGREEVES (umbrella academy) whenever we see you down these rainy streets. ( mal , 23 , any , not unless someone wants it to be? , gmt , @lawlessfm . )

* EURYDICE WAS A HUNGRY YOUNG GIRL . . .

name // NADIA GRAY age // 42 pronouns // SHE&&THEY gender && orientations // FIGURING IT OUT affiliation // the neon pariahs [formerly] civilian occupation // CHIEF LEGAL OFFICER @ anunnaki pharmaceuticals cw // classist line of thinking

background //

if you were to ask director gray how she got to where she is now , she would say a chip on her shoulder and a lot of hard fucking work . she would not be entirely incorrect . who else but the crow could go from picking at dust-covered scraps of scraps to soaring across the skyline , the elite of the elite . who , other than she , would leave the only family they'd ever known , twice ? once , nadia gray was the crow . fixer , planner , soldier , spy . relentless collector of shiny and forgotten objects discarded through the desolate wastes . she wasn't always so cold && distant ; she was always cautious - always perched above - you can't assess an enemy when you're facing them head on , you know ? perception does not mean clear-vision . while her plans were clever , nadia could be rash and impulsive - brilliant , but incomplete . still , her fervour and devotion to the cause was one of the few things nobody doubted . it was after she came of age , pushing for one of her plans , someone gave in . a crow-riginal plan straight from the box , unaltered . she was old enough , she came up with all the initial plans anyway , why not ??? it was seven years before she was seen again . by a pariah , at least . nadia ████ - so different and strangely , the exact same . gaunt cheeks grown rosy && full . her love of philosophy replaced with an intense fascination with rules && regulation , a reckless glint grown focused and dangerous . and most of all , the girl . she stuck around three months before the raid . days later , she was on the news as one of the lead solicitors in the anunnaki in-house legal department . years after that ? CLO , baby ! no success without sacrifice . legally , anunnaki has never been more compliant . a few spills here in there - nothing a 2k fine won't fix . all companies have those . underground , whispers persisted of companies , clients , people disappearing when their cases against anunnaki were too strong . nadia gray , anunnaki pharmaceutical's personal attack dog .

wc //

familial [0/1] the daughter — you are the light of nadia's life , the apple of her eye , her raison d'etre — you believe that , right ? you may be a little closer to your dad , or maybe you just think it's a little weird that your mom has never mentioned her family to you . either way , a mother's love is unconditional , right ? [0/1] the ex — leaving this mostly empty so we could plot it out . probably the daughter's parent but a misunderstanding from any perspective there could be fun . it's complicated [0/1] the locket — you know something the pariah's don't . maybe you are the only person nadia trusts , in the world — she confided this to you with the genuine believe you'd protect this secret with your life . maybe you dug it up as blackmail , you little weasel . either way , you've got dirt , and she will do anything to keep it hidden . [established muns only please :)] [0/3] the advocates — it's your fault . or at least that's what you tell yourself , and maybe each other ? you wen't along with her stupid fucking plan , and worse ? you got the others to go along with it too . is nadia dead , diseased , or was she always just a sick fuck . [neon pariahs only!! i said 3 bc i have too many /1s but no presh to fill] other i literally want any dynamic u could bring me her jester puppet vendor and i'd be down pleaseeeee plot w me

. . . SEE , SHE WENT BEHIND THOSE DOORS AND SIGNED HER LIFE AWAY *

#lawlessintro #* nadia .

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carlandoxlestappen · 2 years

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Summertime Sadness | The Hargreeves

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Warning(s): escaping from a bad household.

2002

Harper, Five, Allison, Vanya, Diego, Luther, Ben and Klaus all walked onto the sidewalk in front of the Umbrella Academy with sad looks in their eyes. As there was heavy traffic, they looked through the cars until the kids found a driver that seemed reliable enough and alone. Allison knocked on the driver’s window and he looked over to her, rolling the window down as he noticed the group of 13 year olds.

“Hey, are you kids alright? You need anything?” He asked kindly and they immediately knew he was the right person.

“I heard a rumor, you parked your car here and waited until I told you what to do.” Allison said, causing the man’s eyes to turn white before he moved his car to an open space and parked it, staying still until further instruction.

“Okay…I guess this is it.” Harper said looking around at her best friends, she couldn’t even began to say how lucky she was to have them, because she didn’t know how to find the words to begin with.

“Yep.” Diego said, smiling softly. She took a deep breath before pulling him into a warm embrace.

“God, I’m going to miss you guys.” Harper breathed out as a tear slid down her cheek.

“At least now we could talk all the time.” He grinned at her, pulling out the mobile phone they bought for her a few weeks ago from her front pocket before putting it back.

“Yeah! This isn’t a goodbye, It’s more of a ‘see you later.” Ben spoke up with a sad smile.

“Yeah!” Klaus nodded along enthusiastically.

“Well then, I’ll see you later.” Harper said as she moved on to hug Klaus.

“See you later, loser.” He replied, smiling as he rested his chin on top of her head.

“Oh, shut up.” She chuckled as she she pulled away and walked closer to Ben who opened his arms wide.

“Don’t forget to call, okay?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I won’t, I don’t know if I’ll survive without you.” She replied, causing them both to laugh.

“We both know you won’t.” Ben said confidently, and she smiled and shrugged as she pulled away.

Harper walked to where Five stood, his hands buried in his pockets as he stared at the ground. She looped her arms under his and hugged him close. Five sighed as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, wanting to savor every second he had with his only friend.

“You’re not going forget about me, are you?” He asked quietly as Harper leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I could never.” She said, causing him to smiled as finally let a tear slip from his eyes and down his cheek, falling on her head.

“I’ll see later, then?” Five asked, quickly wiping his cheek before anyone could notice the trail.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Harper responded with a small smile as she walked over to Luther.

“It’s going to be weird without you around all the time.” He chuckled as she walked straight into his open arms, holding on tightly.

“Yeah, well, the phone bill is going to be huge.” Harper joked, making him smile.

“It better be.” He responded, smiling sadly when she pulled away and walked over to Allison and Vanya, who were already staring at her with glassy eyes.

“This is really happening isn’t it?” Vanya asked, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Yeah, it is.” Allison replied before dropping the bag in her hands to the floor and pulling Harper and Vanya into a tight hug.

“I just wanted to say…thank you for letting me experience what It’s like to have sisters.” The girl said, sniffling.

“No, don’t cry! If you’re going to cry, I’m going to cry!” Allison sobbed.

“Sorry.” Harper smiled sadly, wiping away her tears.

“Remember, call us the second you get there. And-and don’t forget to stay away from strangers and sketchy neighborhoods. And-“ Vanya rambled nervously, not knowing what more to say.

“Vanya! I’m going to call when I get there, and I promise I’ll stay safe. And anyway, no one’s going to mess with me, my best friends are superheroes.” Harper grinned at them, making them laugh as they all pulled away.

“Well then, let’s do this.” Allison said, grabbing the bag with one hand and Harper’s with the other as they all walked over to the car.

Harper opened the door and slid into the back seat as Allison put down the bag full of money her friends had Grace pull out of Reginald’s bank account. Though seeing as the man was a fucking billionaire, he wasn’t really going to notice that a few thousands of dollars were missing.

“Don’t forget, there is supposed to be a guy called Sebastian waiting for you at the check-in area and he knows who you are. You only need to give him the money I put in the small plastic bag inside as payment and he’ll guide you around and help you with your baggage and everything you’ll need.” Allison explained as Diego and Luther loaded Harper’s small suitcase and duffle bag in the trunk of the car before coming back to stand with his siblings.

“Okay…I’ll see you guys later?” Harper asked looking around the the her best friends.

“Yeah, we’ll see you later.” Diego replied as Allison gently shut the car’s door and moved to the driver’s window.

“What’s your name?” She asked firmly.

“Steve.” The guy answered. He didn’t seem too old, 24 at most.

“Okay Steve. I heard a rumor, you drove my friend to the the Le Centre Sheraton Hotel in Montreal, Quebec.” Allison said the words she practiced for weeks on end from the moment they decided on their plan. They wanted Harper to stay in a nice hotel, not too close but also not too far. They didn’t want that asshole father of hers to track her down easily, but even if he did, they could go there and protect her.

Steve nodded before starting his car and stepping on the gas, driving away. But of course, the children didn’t let that stop them as they ran along after the car, shouting to their friend until they couldn’t walk.

“So what-what now?” Klaus asked as he bent with his hand on his knees, panting.

“Now, we wait until she calls.” Five answered as they all stared after the car until it was out of sight, and only then did they walk back to the academy, leaning against each other for comfort.

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lahotelbellamuerte · 1 year

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𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟯 - pride month special

series masterist ! current: pride month special ! next: the brothers' quarrel

pairing; eight x klaus x ben (plantonic) warning; low-key abuse from Reginald, coping, lgbtq, alcohol minors, not proof read word count; 7.9k note; I'm pretty sure i was deprived of tua content and I couldn't stop writing. i loved the whole ben and klaus group, and I wanted their own little thing.

BEFORE EIGHT AND FIVE HARGREEVES LEFT THE MANSION, there were many things to learn about them. The two of course had crushes on each other due to the nature of natural brilliance radiating in the air. At least that's what Klaus like's to say. Cool sister + boring brother = big brain love—anyway. Eight Hargreeves wasn't always known as the favorite, all-powerful sister. She was the favorite always, but not always the strongest.

Even though as a child she showed early signs of powers. She didn't fully get them until she was older. That caused lots of struggle for her when it came to training with her siblings. All of them being able to run circles around her, since he had no self of defense against them and their abilities. It took the young blonde girl many nights and days to really get the gears running. She would force herself to try and make anything happen. And eventually, something did happen. Causing her to grow excited, and not only her, but her father Reginald as well. He took it upon himself to train her even more. He wanted his little girl to be ready for anything. If the Umbrella Academy didn't work out, he wanted her to. Reginald wanted the world to depend on his little girl.

Becoming stronger was always a challenge, but the young girl was never the one to back down from one. Every night she would continue to practice until she was the one running circles around her siblings.

"That was a good one Ellie!" Ben shouted as he watched Klaus fall right on his back, as Eight had opened the door right on his face.

The young séance groaned in pain as he gripped his nose, "The hell, El," he said as he began getting up, as he heard his two giggling siblings.

The blonde shrugged, "Sorry, Klaus!" she chirped and pulled Ben along with her towards the kitchen.

Klaus rolled his eyes, and followed after the two, "What are you two doing in here anyway?" he asked as he watched the two running around grabbing things from different ends of the room.

Eight paused to fix her headband as she walked near him holding chocolate syrup and a large jar of maraschino cherries, "Making ice cream idiot," she told him continuing to walk past him, "Make yourself useful and get bowls."

He didn't have to be told twice. Untucking his hands from his shorts, he walked over to the cabinets and grabbed threw bowls, putting them back in the table, where Ben and Eight had placed more things.

He rose an eyebrow as he tucked his hands back in shorts, "All of this really?"

Ben rolled his eyes at him, "Choices Klaus, choices," he said as he began opening the pints of ice cream in front of them. Taking the scooper and placing large quantities of it in his bowl. This was until a large noise sounded from outside of the door.

The siblings all looked to each other in worry, hoping no one was breaking in.

Eight lifted her finger to lips to signal "sh." Her two brothers nodded and watched as her hands began glowing a small hue of yellow, she lifted them and moved in a circle around them. The small yellow particles lifted in a dome around them as the noise grew closer.

"El—"

"Klaus shut up or you'll get us caught, this only makes us invisible not silent," she hissed as he eyes never left the door.

Klaus and be swallowed as they too looked over to the door that began opening slowly. All to reveal Allison and Luther giggling. Their hands intertwined. At the sight, Klaus moved his hand to his mouth to avoid gasping aloud.

Ben and Eight were equally as shocked. Their eyes and mouth wide alike.

"I hope Eleanor and the others haven't eaten the ice cream yet," Allison said hopefully as they reached the fridge to see nothing.

Luther sighed at the sight, "That's what we get for being slow," he said shutting the fridge, but pulling the dark-skinned girl with him.

"Here maybe this is good," he offered with a smile.

Allison looked down to his hands, to see fudge brownies. She looked back at him and smiled, "It's perfect!" she told him leaning up to him to kiss his cheeks.

Luther looked back at the girl with wide eyes, "Uh yeah," he said as his cheeks began to grow in a reddish tint.

Eight rolled her eyes at the sight of the two love birds. She watched as they giggled and left the kitchen, letting her drop their cover.

"Did you know about that?" Ben asked his siblings as they began reaching for ice cream once more.

Klaus shrugged, "Definitely not, I mean no offense but Luther? The big brute? I knew about Diego's thing about—"

Before the Séance could finish his sentence, Ben elbowed him in the ribs, "Sh, you idiot."

"Ow!" he hissed grabbing his side, "What's wrong?" he exclaimed looking at him.

Ben motioned the blonde with his eyes, making Klaus's eyes widen in realization, "Right, never mind I said nothing." he said with an innocent smile.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "I know about Diego, I could read minds remember," she let them know as she scooped multiple scoops of mint chocolate chip in her bowl.

The Séance was then intrigued at her words, "What does our little ol' brother think about when it's about you dear sister?"

The girl paused as she reached for the caramel syrup, "That I won't tell you because those are his thoughts alone," she concluded and reached for the syrup, pouring it all over her mint chip ice cream.

Klaus who had a mountain of chocolate and strawberry already in his mouth groaned, "Boo you whore," he said with a mouth full.

Ben who was also curious gave her the biggest puppy eyes, "Ellie, please? Just an inside look?" he pleaded.

The blonde sighed as she now added rainbow sprinkles, "He started liking me after I had the patience to talk to him even though he had a stutter," she let them know, reaching for the cherries that Ben had reached for as well.

Klaus snorted, "Looser."

The Asian boy shook his head, as he added nuts into his strawberry ice cream bowl, "I find it cute," he told her with a smile that she returned.

The three then fell into silence and shoveled ice cream into their mouths happily. No words had to speak between the trio. They were content with just the presence of one another. Especially after the exhausting training, they do with their father.

As they were finishing, Klaus took the dishes to put them in the sink for Grace to clean up. While Ben and Eight put away the food they had brought.

They walked into the main living space, that led up their rooms. They silently chatted amongst one another, going up the steps. Their polished shoes clacking slightly against the wood as they did so. Eight's hand gliding on the banister giving a small smooth sound from her hand. As the sun's rays lightly peaked through the stained glass of the wall.

As they finally made it to the hallway to their rooms, they bid each other goodnight and retreated into their rooms.

Eight shut her door softly leaving it with a small click. Turning around she was met by the cracking of Five's powers. Now he stood before her sporting his academy pajamas.

"So where have you been all evening?" he asked her as she walked past him to grab her sleepwear from a cupboard similar to his.

The girl walked to her bathroom shutting the door slightly so she could still talk to him, "Spending time with my other siblings," she told him through the door.

Five scoffed, "I don't know why you still try and be with those two," he started as heard her shuffle in the bathroom, "They don't know anything. Klaus somehow got his hand on drugs, and Ben just follows him around all day." He rambled.

Eight then came out of the bathroom and threw her dirty clothes in a hamper near the bathroom, "I spend time with them because I care about them and Diego, Vanya, and you," she told him walking back to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"Please, Vanya? That's pathetic, she has no abilities and nothing in common with—"

Eight had enough of Five's trash-talking his siblings more like her siblings. With her powers, she threw her shoes at him. One hit him in the head and the other in his stomach. Causing him to hunch over in pain.

"The hell Five? Who are you to talk about them as they are less than you?" she hissed at him going back to spitting out her toothpaste. Then walking back to him as he held his stomach from the hard blow.

He lifted his head to look at her slightly, "You do the same," he countered.

The girl scoffed, "I do that to Diego and Luther because those two are constantly arguing who's the best," she told him getting into her bedsheets.

The boy was finally able to get up, still feeling the dull pain in his head and stomach, "If you really do want to leave with me, you'll have to learn to detach yourself from them—"

"—Be a good boy and get out," she cut him off and snuggled into her pillows. Hearing no movement from Five she groaned and sat up.

Her hands began to glow and she opened a portal from under him, across her room hearing him thud into his room. Smiling to herself she turned off the lights and went to sleep. The next morning is awoken by her alarm.

Lifting her arm she shut off the clock and kicked off her sheets. Walking over to her cupboard and picking out a new outfit for the day. Moving to the bathroom, she shut the door and hung up her uniform on the door.

Yawning the blonde hopped into the shower and washed herself to feel clean once more. Moving along she dried off and quickly put on her undergarments, followed by her skirt, shirt, vest, and blazer. Picking up the toothbrush once more she moved it in all directions creating the foam around her mouth as she did. After a minute or so she spits out and walked out of the bathroom with her towel around her head. Moving to her cupboard, she took out her knee socks putting them on, following with her thick black leather boot shoes.

Taking the towel out of her hair, she brushed her hair to take out any knots. And if time couldn't be more on her side, Grace's bell rang through the interior of the house.

Walking over to the door, she opened it to make brief eye contact with Five. Which she decided to ignore and rather opened a quick portal to her seat. Five didn't hesitate to follow right after, but the blonde still ignored him. He had screwed up, not realizing that she cared that much about her siblings.

The other Hargreeves quickly joined and waited for the familiar clicks of their father's shoes.

"Sit," he would call and everyone pulled out their chairs and picked up their utensils.

All ate in silence, but Five tried grabbing Eight's attention. But to no avail, as the girl watched her food rather than the boy next to her.

Five moved his hand to try and reach hers, but she grabbed his wrist and turned to him.

Touch me and you'll get it. She thought into his head, then letting go of his wrist and picking up her spoon of oatmeal again.

Five sighed and followed her instructions and left her alone. When they all finished their breakfast, Reginald looked at his children and pursed his lips. "Children get your jackets and gloves we leave now." he let them know and got up.

As the tall man in his crisp suit walked away, Grace pulled a rack that held all their coats.

Eight was quick to walk over to grab her coat and gloves, "Thanks Grace," she said smiling and walked towards the door. Her other sibling following behind.

Klaus reached her stride and hummed, "So, what's the cold shoulder towards little Five for?" he asked her nudging her shoulder.

The blonde turned to look at her brother and shrugged, "He's an idiot that's what," she told him simply.

The Séance laughed at her words and lopped his arm around her bicep, even though she was shorter than him.

The duo reached outside where the car was waiting for all of them, a large SUV that was able to hold all of them. Eight, Klaus and Ben always decided to sit in the back. And reaching the door, Eight turned around to look at the house and noticed Reginald talking to Vanya. Most likely letting her know she can't come.

The blonde frowned at the sight but knew there was nothing she could do so she stepped into the vehicle with her siblings following.

She sat in between Ben and Klaus, the three conversing amongst themselves.

"Where do you think we're going?" Ben asked her as he looked out the window to see many buildings blur past.

"Don't know honestly," Eight replied in response.

Eight. Eight Please let me talk to you. I'm your boy—

The blonde rolled her eyes at loud thoughts bouncing in Five's head.

It was a further drive than she thought and ended up falling asleep on Klaus' shoulder. Until they arrived and poked her shoulder.

Waking up she rubbed her eyes and looked out the window. It seemed like a mansion that belonged to someone else. The girl hummed in surprise it was somewhere she hadn't been before.

The Hargreeves all left the vehicle and all filed behind Reginald who walked confidently towards the door. But before they reached the door, he paused to look at them.

"This is a place not make yourself a fool, because not only will it reflect on all your siblings but me as well. Stay put in one place and do not touch anything or talk to anyone," He told his children sternly.

All of them either murmured an 'okay' or nodded in response.

Eight knew she was a favorite and most of the rules didn't apply to her, so all she could do was have a small smirk on her face as she watched the older man turn around.

The Hargreeves children all followed the older man into the large house. All looking around in wonder to where they were, and what they were doing there. They were already known all around the world as children with the ability to save the world. As they took down a bad guy with ease.

Reginald was very forward to allowing them to be in magazines even as young as they were. So their faces were plastered everywhere. Everyone knew them by their names not numbers; the exception being Five and Eight Hargreeves.

Klaus yawned in boredom as he watched Reginald walk to talk with the older peers of the house. Leaving the children to be directed to a large table where they couldn't disrupt the other elders that conversed with one another. He trailed behind Luther who just loved to appear as the leader of the powerful children.

Before Klaus could sit down, his hand was grabbed. And dragged away from the group. He moved his eyes to see who the culprit was, and noticed the bouncy blonde hair. Eleanor. He thought to himself.

"Ellie, where are you taking me?" he asked as the girl moved quickly pulling him with her.

Eight just giggled, "Away from the boring things," she simply said and began leading him up the stairs.

As they made it up the long steps she paused to look at him up and down, "This is going to be fun," she smirked.

Klaus was growing to become a little worried at her words, "And what exactly are we doing, dear sister?"

"A little trouble is all," she replied and lifted her hands and they began to be surrounded by the golden-yellow dust. Moving her hands the yellow glowing dust surrounded to cover them completely but only for a second. As soon as that one second was finished, the glowing dust fell around them.

Klaus looked down to no longer see his uniform, but instead a crisp black suit, with a golden tie, "Eleanor Hargreeves," he scolded looking up to see his sister wearing a burnt orange swing dress with white heels, "What are we wearing?"

Lifting her short gloved hands, "We are guest, not Hargreeves children," she told him and walked down the steps knowing that Klaus was following right behind her.

"You are absolutely mental, but you know what let's party," he finally told her and hooked his arm around her as they ran through the crowd of people dressed in fancy clothing.

The two siblings ran to the dance floor where they moved around to the music playing. And by all means, they weren't dancing well either. The two flailed around like fish out of water, jumping up and down to the music that most definitely didn't need it. Then dancing terrible salsa with each other when it came to it.

Five was sitting at the table drinking water, his eyes following the atmosphere around him. Looking at the lovely couples dancing near them. It was sudden that he spotted a blonde familiar face. He had to take a double look, and when he noticed that it was indeed the person he thought it was. With the water he had in his mouth he turned and spit it out in surprise all over Diego.

The Kraken spluttered as the water droplets fell down his face, "What the hell Five—"

The boy reached out and turned his face to the dance floor, pointing towards the girl they both were crushing on.

Diego then furrowed his eyebrows, "What is she doing with Klaus? When did they get into those clothes?"

Five too wanted to know the answers to those questions, "I don't know but we have to find out," he told his brother.

The dancing duo laughed as the other grown-ups gave them odd looks. As they grew tired the two headed to the food area, where they grabbed themselves a tall glass of ice water. Then took off to do some exploring.

Walking down a long hall and looking at the paintings on the wall, "Aha! That one looks like you!" Eight said laughing as she pointed to a fat renaissance baby.

Klaus scowled at the girl and shoved her, "Catch me if you can!" he told her suddenly and began running down the hall laughing.

The blonde took off as his heels clicked loudly on the wooden floors. Klaus turned to laugh at her, "Aaha! Slow Po—" but before he could finish his sentence he had bumped into someone hard and landed on the ground with a thud.

"Klaus!" Eight shrieked and hurried to him. Just as the person he had bumped into was also sprawled on the floor.

The blonde noticed and groaned inwards, "Hey are you okay?" she asked the boy she noticed.

He wore black slacks with a white shirt tucked in, he had medium-length brown mousy hair that covered his eyes slightly.

The strange boy sat up and lifted a hand to touch his forehead but nodded, "Yeah I'm alright, are you?" he asked Klaus.

The Séance groaned as he sat up, "Yeah," he said and looked over at the person he knocked down. He froze at the sight of the kid. Something was happening here and he didn't know what.

Eight noticed her frozen brother and took it upon herself to help the stranger, "I'm Eleanor," she introduced as he offered him a hand, which he happily took.

"I'm Aries," he introduced with a smile, he then looked over at Klaus who was helped up by his sister.

The boy in Eight's hand blushed, "I'm Klaus," he said softly.

Aries smiled at the name, "Pleasure to meet you both, sorry we had to meet in such manner," the new stranger said with a laugh, "What were you guys even doing?"

Eight smiled and elbowed Klaus to speak, "Well we're just you know running away from our daddy dearest," he said sheepishly.

Aries laughed making his hair bounce a little, "That's cool, come I'll show you back yard," he said beginning to walk the way the duo were originally walking towards.

And so the duo followed after the boy towards the very green-looking backyard.

Not far behind was Diego and Five following in the place they had last seen the duo, "Where are they going?" Five asked more to himself.

Not wasting another second, he teleported himself closer, completely forgetting about Diego behind him.

"God do I wish I could stab him," he groaned as he twirled a knife in hand, walking his way to the backyard.

The three new friends ran around the place chasing each other and throwing fruit at the peacocks that the owner had in the vast yard. Getting them angry as they chased them in return. The three shrieked in fear and excitement as the large majestic birds chased after them.

Eight being behind, the two boys didn't realize when she was tackled and disappeared out of thin air.

"What are you doing out here, wearing that?" The familiar voice of her crush came.

The girl who was on the grass rolled her eyes at the boy hovering over her, "I was getting chased by peacocks if you wanted to know," she let him know, this time looking into his equally as bright blue eyes.

Five rolled his eyes and got off her to sit beside her, "But what were you doing with Klaus?" He paused to look at her laying down still staring at the orange sky, "Do you like him?" He finished nervously.

This caught the blonde's attention. She snorted in response, "Like him? Please, you don't know me at all do you?” she said getting up and dragging him by the arm.

He was clueless now but followed the young teen anyway. Not knowing where exactly she was taking him.

"Hey wait up!" called a voice from behind them causing Eight to drop Five's hand.

The duo turned to see a jogging Diego towards them. Eight deadpanned and turned to the boy next to her, "You're kidding, you came with Diego?" she hissed watching the boy catch up.

"Sorry," he mumbled knowing it was his fault the boy had followed.

Diego finally caught up to them too, but Eight didn't wait for him to speak and began walking to her destination once more. The dumb idiots wanted to so badly, she would show them rather than tell them.

"Where—"

"Shh," the girl hissed and pointed in front of her, a large bush.

The three went towards it and looked through the small holes that were offered.

On the other side, sat criss-cross where Klaus and Aries who she had met earlier. The two were talking idly, small smiles on their faces. While a blush grew on Klaus' face. Aries laughed at his reaction and reached his hand to hold his. The Séance's response was everything, his mouth opened in shock as he glanced at their touching hands.

Like a fish, Klaus opened and closed his mouth trying to say something, but nothing came out. But the other boy wasn't fazed by these actions, his mouth moved as he leaned closer to Klaus.

The trio watched as Klaus nodded slightly signaling he agreed to something. Aries smiled at the notion and leaned much closer to the boy. To the point where their lips touched softly.

Eight smiled wide, and silently cheered her brother, then wrapping her arms around Five and Diego in excitement. The two boys beside her although were shocked. Mouths and eyes open wide in shock, not knowing how to take in this new information.

Klaus and Aries continued making out softly, to not take things too far. To something, none of them were ready for. It was all cute for a while until familiar sounds caused Eight to freeze.

Behind the lover boys, Peacocks were squalling ready to attack. The blonde quickly jumped out of her hiding spot and ran towards her friends.

"Get behind me," she said to them calmly.

Klaus did just that and pulled Aries by the hand. The boy was confused as to why he was letting his small, twig-looking sister protect them against the angry birds.

"Klaus we can't let her take—" he began but cut off by Klaus grabbing his chin to face him, "—Just trust her okay?" Klaus told him calmly.

Diego and Five had come out of the bushes also ready for anything.

Eight slowed her breath and let her hand begin to glow its familiar golden-yellow. This made Aries's eyes widen in fear.

The blonde let the dust floating around the birds who were angrily squawking as she moved them with ease. Let them go to a place far from them. She turned around with a smile but wasn't met with one.

Aries had a look of fear in his eyes. He let go of Klaus's hand as he began to back up, "Your part of that family," he began his eyes darting to the blonde and then the others, "You all are."

Klaus reached to the boy who had taught him new about himself, "Aries we're good people, we save people who need us."

The boy shook his head, "That's what you say, but you are more dangerous to the world than help, and one day you'll see you do nothing for us," he told them at the end and then ran from the four Hargreeves.

"Welp there goes your first boyfriend," Diego commented snorting a little, not really caring what the boy had to say about their family.

The blonde scowled at him and walked over to Klaus, "Hey there, don't worry you got me—" she began but the boys didn't get to hear what she had to say as a portal ate the two up, leaving them behind.

Five stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed, "See you inside Diego—"

Diego looked at him, "Why don't you like me?"

The boy didn't move, "I know you like Eight, Number Two, but I'm not worried," he stepped close to the boy who once stuttered, "We both know who she likes." Five finished with a smirk and teleported with a crack.

Diego huffed and looked down on his feet and kicked a rock, "I'm not worried," he mimicked to himself, "We'll see," he said to himself and quickly made his way back inside.

As he sneaked his way past, he noticed his adoptive father, talking to some people. Being the nosy child he was he got closer to listen to his words.

"Your children, do you believe they are helping the world, Reginald?" A lady asked him as she drank from her champagne.

The man who had a monocle over his eyes pursed his lips, his mustache moving a bit as he did so, "I do, some more than others—"

The woman interrupted him, "The blonde one I assume, I've got your memos boasting of the girl," she said not very kindly.

It seemed that this part he was it, had people who were against the children who had abilities. All-seeing the negative in it and Reginald Harvgreeves trying to change their minds on it.

"Eight Hargreeves, what a name for a child," she snorted rolling her eyes, "If its' the last thing I do Reginald, those kids will do nothing for this world."

The scientist didn't say anything for a while, "I would like to see you try," he finally responded, reaching to fix his monocle over his eye. Then turning away from the woman, his cane and shoes clicking in sync.

Quickly Diego ran from the scene to avoid being caught as missing, reaching the table, he realized Klaus and Eight were sitting next to each other wearing their uniform once more. The two paid no mind to the other siblings around them. Sitting back beside Five, Diego sighed loudly.

Just in time, it seemed, as Reginald returned to the table where his adoptive children sat, "Let us go children, we have elsewhere to be," the man finished and walked towards the door. This time Eight and Klaus were in the front not wanting to be near two boys.

Before they could make it out the door two large men stepped in front, "I'm afraid we're not letting you or your family leave," the same woman Diego had seen earlier spoke.

Reginald turned from the large men to face the woman, "It seemed we were never really invited here were we?" he asked already knowing the answer.

Beside the woman a familiar kid stepped out, the one who had shared a kiss with Klaus earlier. Aries.

"What makes your children better than mine? Abilities that make them freaks to this world?" She asked as her hand came to his shoulder.

Klaus made eye contact with the boy. He looked sad and starred at him, "I'm sorry," he mouthed.

Eight felt her brother grip her hand in worry, and she squeezed it back.

"These children are not your enemy, they are the future to help those who need it," Reginald argued.

The woman smacked her lips and shook her head, "No dear Reginald, not anymore, they end tonight," she said with a small laugh.

She lifted her free hand signaling something. In front of the Hargreeves family large men, with very large guns appeared.

"Oh shit," Klaus and Eight chorused.

This was possibly—no it was the sickest thing a group of people could think of. This random lady was ready to massacre a whole family out in cold blood because she thought children with abilities were not the right way for things. This could end in two ways. The Hargreeves left for dead, or save their own asses with the amount of training they've had.

The blonde quickly let go of Klaus's hand and pushed her way through her siblings. They would not be going like this, "Not tonight lady, maybe later!" the blonde yelled out her hands by her sides.

The woman laughed manically, "What are you going to do?" she cooed laughing at the small girl's attempt, "Kill them," she finally said.

And so the men lifted their giant guns, just as Eight lifted her hands into the air, allowing a large dome around them. The slight glimmer of her golden hue made the bullets bounce right off. Holding the dome, she moved back to reach Reginald.

"Father you have to get out of here, she's targeting you," the blonde let him know, "We'll be fine," she assured him and opened a portal behind him.

The man nodded, "This is what I've trained you for," he told his children and disappeared in Eight's portal.

The blonde turned to Diego, "Move the remaining bullets towards them!" she told him.

The boy listened and stepped up next to her, lifting his hands as he froze the bullets coming towards them, flicking his wrist forward, he sent them hurtling back towards its targets. Many of the patrons of the party started screaming and running back deeper into the house.

"Luther! Take out the big guys!" Eight called out to the tall blonde.

Knowing it was no time to argue, he did what asked and sprinted towards the buff guy tackling them towards the ground. Or flat out punching them unconscious.

Letting the force field fall, she turned over to her remaining siblings, "Allison I need you to get the civilian safely outside, Ben help her, Klaus stay out of trouble, Five you're coming with me," she told her siblings as they all nodded and headed their pointed directions.

Five followed the blonde who was walking determinedly, her eyes set forward.

"Are you talking to me now?" Five asked the girl he walked with.

Eight turned to look at him a moment, not forgetting to roll her eyes, "Five right now is not the time to ask me dumb questions," she told him.

He sighed knowing she was very much right, "Who are we looking for exactly?"

"The woman who wanted us dead," she said flatly, "When we near her, we will surround her,"

Five nodded in agreement, and so the two continued walking together down a very empty hall. It was quiet. Too quiet. Suddenly men came stepped into the hall, causing Eight to scoff.

"Of course she continues with her attempts to kill us," she said more to herself.

Cracking her neck she began running towards the men with the guns. The men lifted their guns but were too late as she stepped through a portal. They all paused for a moment looking around them to see nothing but a teenage boy with his hands in his pockets.

"Ah!" yelled out one of the guys when she landed on his shoulders. Using her strength she tipped him over towards the ground. She grabbed his gun, her finger on the trigger, pressing down on it, she took some of them down, before she disappeared into a portal again.

This time they looked back to where the boy was, but he was nowhere to be seen. With a crack, he appeared next to one of the men and lifted the gun to hit him on the forehead. Knocking him out cold.

Another guy lifted his gun to shoot him, but just as he shot Five disappeared allowing him and the man behind Five to shoot themselves.

The duo continued this way until no one was left. Only them and the bodies littered on the floor.

Eight continued to the last door at the end of the hall and using her abilities she blasted the door open, ripping it off its hinges.

The woman behind the door shrieked and held her son close to her, with a handgun pointing at the blonde girl. Her hand shook as she did so.

"Do you honestly think that's going to stop me?" Eight deadpanned at the woman.

Nearly in the tears, the woman spoke up, "You killed my men! You murderer!" she shrieked.

Eight scoffed and crossed her arms, "And what are you a saint? You were prepared to kill seven children and their father," she retorted.

"For the good of the—"

"—Blah blah," Eight interjected stepping closer to the woman.

"Stop, go away I will shoot," she warned.

But Eight didn't budge and continued to walk forward up to the point where the gun was in her face, "Go ahead, you wanted to kill me," the young teen taunted.

The woman and her son looked at her weirdly. How was she not afraid of being held at gunpoint? "I-I will!" she said her hand still shaking.

The teen girl sighed, she reached her hand and took the gun from her hands, quickly disassembling it and throwing it on either side, "We get your afraid of us, we're also scared. Do you think we were born and knew how to handle our abilities? No, we struggled and still are struggling to control them so we can do what's best for the world."

The woman gripped her son tightly to her chest, but the boy had a different expression. He understood now, no longer afraid of them.

"We're leaving now," Eight finally said giving a last look to Aries, "Thank you."

With that Five and Eight left the room, in search of their other siblings. When they quickly found them, Eight was on it to get them back home.

"Number Eight," Reginald's voice called the young girl.

All her siblings gave her a look of sympathy. Nothing good ever happens when he singles out his children.

"Coming father," called out Eight and stepped through a portal to the front of his door. The doors were open as he was at his desk already scribbling in some notebook that he always was. She lightly knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in, Eight," he simply said, not looking up from his work, "and close the door."

The young teen didn't know what to expect, she hoped it wasn't more training after the events of today.

Carefully she closed the door with a soft click and turned to her father who had yet to stop writing. Walking forward she sat in the chair silently, listening to his pen scribble across the paper.

For a while, the two sat in silence, Reginald still writing, and Eight watching and listening to him do it. It wasn't to dropped his pen and looked up, "Do you know why I called you here, Number Eight?"

Eight wasn't the one to back down from a stare-down, so she looked him in the eyes, hers never averting elsewhere, "No," she simply answered.

"You stepped up to be a leader today, even though it wasn't your place to do so," he started.

Eight scoffed, "Luther wasn't going to do it—" the young girl tried to but wasn't allowed to finish.

"—Just as talking while I'm talking," the older man continued his hands clasped on top of his work, "While what you did is noble, but it wasn't what I instructed you to do as a team. Luther comes up with the plans—"

This time the young girl rolled her eyes, "And we follow through with them, yeah, yeah," she mocked his words.

Reginald gave the small girl a look, "Number Eight, I do not appreciate your tone with me," he said sternly.

The blonde looked down at her hands on her lap, "But he's incompetent father," she whined looking back up at him and getting up completely from the chair.

The older man sighed, "Number Eight I get your feelings, I take them into consideration," he started.

"Father if you haven't realized, most of the time my siblings hate me when you do," she paused with her hands in the air, "They think you have some favoritism towards me."

Reginald then said nothing. He knew it was true but he would never be the one to admit it. Yes, Eight was his favorite, but still, he was treated the same as the others. He made her train just as much, if not more. Took her on trips that he thought didn't need others. Eight was just someone special to him. There would be a day that everyone will also see.

"Absurd accusations from your siblings," the man started, "I do not want you leading the next mission or instance Number Eight, or you will face repercussions."

The blonde swallowed tightly and nodded. There was nothing left to say to the man. She knew he would never hurt her physically. But there were other ways of doing so.

"Dismissed," he said and Eight walked out of the room making sure to close the door behind her.

The blonde stared at the door for a while then silently out of anger she punched the air. Then proceeding to flip off the door with both hands. Trying to get out the anger her father caused. After calming down she brushed her hair down and ran her hands down her blazer.

Walking back to her room her footsteps echoing slightly against the wooden floor. The girl paused as she reached her door. Turning away from her door she stalked down to one of her brother's rooms.

Without knocking she walked into his room, causing him to shriek.

"Ellie, what is the meaning of this?" He dramatically exclaimed with his hand on his chest, "Just kidding, but what do you want."

"Father was a pain in the ass, so we're going to have fun," she smiled at him grabbing his hand and pulling him through a portal.

Stepping through they were in Ben's room who was currently reading a book in bed.

"Benny, put the book down, we're taking a trip," she said and pulled him off the bed.

The boy was confused by the sudden ruckus, "Where are you—"

Ben didn't have time to answer the question as Eight opened a portal from under them. The trio falling for a second through the colorful dimension moving past them. Up until the portal opened again and they fell onto the floor in a heap.

Klaus groaned in pain, "I thought you knew how to use your abilities?" he asked as the three got up.

Eight sighed, "I sometimes don't control it that well," she told him honestly, "That's why our dear father sometimes is a bit much."

"Ok, well with that aside, where are we El?" Ben asked looking around in the room they appeared. It seemed to be jacket storage, with lots of feathery, puffy jackets.

Klaus then too realized and looked over at the smiling blonde, "Yeah, where are we?"

"It's pride month, so I couldn't resist finding a very queer party," she replied happily.

The three opened the closet door slowly and peeked out to see a glowing in the dark party. The walls were littered with streamers. The ceilings having glowing trinkets and so many more decorations. In the distance the music could be heard, just along with party people yelling, cheering, and talking.

"Your crazy for thinking this is going to work," Ben told the girl next to him.

Eight laughed, "It already worked I mean look we're here!" she said and walked out of the closet.

There's a reason Eight Hargreeves was the most experienced in the family. She was always willing to try something new, no matter the consequences. Before Five and Eight's disappearance a couple of months later. The blonde was determined to have the most fun possible, she didn't care about her father's approval or not. She snuck out with Five to do who knows what around their home. Occasionally with Diego, who she couldn't leave out. And mostly with Klaus and Ben her partners in crime. Although it was mostly Ben with the clearest conscience. While Eight and Klaus were a menace to society.

Thirteen-year-olds knew how to party, and drag queens, and queers were happy to have them around. Dancing, drinking and testing out harder drugs in a safe environment. The three siblings high of their minds danced crazily on the dance floor. Alongside the men with the large wigs who joined them. The glitter, music, drinks, and food all became mushed into one as the night raged on. Lipstick smudged on their lips glistened against the disco lights littering all through the room.

The night finally came to an end for the three when Ben threw up. Calling it a night, Eight tried her hardest to teleport them back home. But with many attempts and failures, she finally made it to her room. The trio not having enough energy to even move all fell asleep on Eight's bed. Snoring the night away.

It was only a couple of hours later, that Grace rang the bell for the children to come and eat. One by one, each of them took their place in their chair. All Except Four, Six, and Eight; their chairs remained empty.

The Hargreeves all looked at each other in hopes of getting any answers, but no one knew anything. Silently shaking their heads in response. They became worried for them.

Just then the clicks of Reginald's came through. The man stood straight as his eyes trailed over the table. He reached his chair and looked at his remaining children.

"Number One, where are Number Eight, Number Four, and Number Six?" The old man questioned.

Luther froze for a moment, he knew he was considered the "Leader" but he didn't like being singled out by Reginald.

"I don't know," He replied quickly.

Reginald looked at him briefly, "Do any of you know where they are?" The Hargreeves siblings shook their heads.

Then he looked over at Five, "Find them, they shouldn't be far."

Five didn't linger and was out in a second. He arrived in Klaus' room first, but there was no sign of him there. He quickly stopped by Ben's to find nothing there as well.

"God you better be here," he mumbled out loud and jumped to Eight's room.

Where his eyes landed on the three siblings that had been missing from breakfast. He walked over to the blonde and shook her shoulder.

The girl sat up and swung her fist forward, but due to her weak nature of the events of last night, Five was able to catch it, "Where have you been, you missed—"

"Oh fuck we missed breakfast," she sighed and slapped her hand over her face, "Father is mad isn't he?"

Five was taken aback by her language. He had never heard her use that language before.

"He's just asking where you were," he then replied.

The blonde laughed, "Well I'll tell you what happened, we partied really hard last night," she started and laughed again, "I kissed a girl, and honestly I don't mind it. Uh, Klaus and I were high off who knows what drugs.." she rambled on making Five's eyes widen in shock.

In the end, he wasn't able to get the three out of the room. And he knew there would be consequences. Which there were.

The three indeed pay for their deeds. They were separated from the rest and trained in a much more disciplined manner. Tears, blood, and screaming ensued as they did.

Locking both Klaus and Eight in a mausoleum. Klaus had to endure the pain of so many people trying to talk to them, and his sister listening to those voices and their thoughts through her brother's head. The two screamed in pain as they held their heads.

After a while, they lay down on the floor facing each other, tears silently streaming from their eyes.

"I'm sorry Klaus," Eight whispered as she continued to cry.

The séance reached to grip her hand, "Don't worry Ellie, I had fun. I had my first kiss with a really cute boy too," he whispered back with a hoarse cough.

This made Eight giggle a little, "I made out with a girl too," she said pausing, "and I didn't hate it."

"Welcome to the alphabet mafia, Ellie, glad to have you," Klaus said squeezing her hand once more.

The two sobbed silently closing their eyes, letting the tears fall even faster. The tears were of joy, pain, and acceptance.

Eight wouldn't let Reginald win, she knew she was better than being some puppet for him. She had realized that it was her that he was always trying to save, make better. Because he thought in the end if her siblings failed, she wouldn't. But that was not what she had thought. She didn't know much of herself yet, but she knew the future to her was never kind, and it never would be. Eight Hargreeves lived a life in hell. Even if she had everything she wanted, it was her abilities that doomed her to her very end.

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