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Umbrella Sparrow Academy Plot Bunny

THE COMET

Name: Wendla Hargreeves

Codename: Number 9/The Comet

Faceclaim: Alexandra Shipp

Age: 30

Sexuality: Lesbian

Ability: Super Speed

Backstory: 

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got nine of them.

Wendla Hargreeves was one of those children.

Known as The Comet, Wendla was gifted with superhuman speed, but many joke that her second power is her seemingly relentless positivity. Reginald tends to find her hyperactive and, as he puts it, “nauseatingly optimistic” personality grating, but that won’t stop her! Someone needs to be the one to brighten the day of those around her, right? After all, the constant strain and pressure of superhero-ing can be brutal, especially from a young age, and it wasn’t like Reginald was the most nurturing of fathers, so she would be more than happy to be the bright and energetic one. Wendla often lets the emotional burden of the family fall on her shoulders, but it’s not like she minds! Right? It’s a badge of honor...right?

Outside of her superhero duties and role as the family’s designated ray of sunshine, Wendla enjoys art. It’s one of few things that keeps her focused and grounded.

Tag: run girl run (wendla)

Note, the reason why Wendla is not Number 8 is because I already have a Number 8 Sparrow OC, Levi. You can find out more about him here.

#run girl run (wendla) #umbrella academy oc #the umbrella academy oc #sparrow academy oc #the sparrow academy oc #tuaocsdaily #uaocsdaily #umbrellaacademyocs #theumbrellaacademyocs #plot bunny #plot bunnies

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TUA S3 SPOILERS AHEAD

Me going into season 3: Wow I can’t wait to figure out how to write Levi into this season!!

Me watching the season and realizing it’d make the most sense story wise for him to die: ...fuck

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Chapter One: The Intrusion

Just Like Me

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Five Hargreeves x Sparrow!Samantha

Summary: Arriving home from school, you find there are a group of intruders in the compound. Friend, or foe, it isn't clear. Though you don't use your abilities anymore and aren't much of a fighter, you're curious to learn more when the intruders mention growing up in the same house and sharing a father. The only question is: will they explain?

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Anxiety, Insecurity, Angst, Complicated Family Relationships, Degradation

Words: 4.9k

A/N: So while I meant to write the same story going off my interpretation of the comics two years back, I decided I'd just try and fit my OC (though it's written in reader style, her attributes scarcely mentioned) into the show considering that I've recently finished the third season! Details about the OC's backstory will be revealed throughout the series.

Your hands release the grip on your backpack’s shoulder straps and come up to cup your ears. It’s the alarm blaring throughout the house’s speakers. “What the hell?!” You grumble to yourself. “Really?” Through the foyer, you can spot five strangers all dressed in black, bewildered looks on their faces. Each person’s clothes are different–no uniform look to them–and they all differ in shape, size, and style from what you can see. If they’re robbers, they’re downright stupid showing their faces, and even attempting to rob the Sparrow Academy. The sound of your Father’s voice lets you know that whatever is going on, there’s a disagreement in progress. Ready to confront the situation and get answers, you walk through the doorway and stop once the five intruders become six upon better view.

“Wrong again. This isn’t your home, this is-” Father speaks, his know-it-all tone eliciting a wry look on your behalf. Not wanting to deal with his holier-than-thou attitude, you attempt to emotionally brace yourself. Leaning against the doorway, you watch the scene before you in silence, trying to gather information. If anything, stealth has always been your strong suit. Always surprising people with your light heel-to-toe steps, it’s unintentional the way you’ve gotten everyone in the house scared at least once or twice simply going about your business.

“What are you talking about? This is the Umbrella Academy,” the dark-haired female questions. With her back turned away, you don’t get a good look at her, yet your eyes flit to the person closest to you. A small, thin, seemingly frail person with shoulder-length brown hair. Arms crossing over your chest, you next spot the knives within the shaggy-haired man’s vest. Your heart beats a little faster. They could be dangerous, you think. Beside him stands a lanky man in a trench coat and a cowboy hat–an odd look to say the least–and finally, across the room stands a boy who looks around your age in appearance. It’s funny, though you’re dressed alike, it appears as though his uniform is too small, while yours finally fits perfectly. His outfit looks like a knock-off version of the Sparrow Academy uniform, only if the colors were reversed. Clad in a maroon blazer with the Academy’s insignia on the breast, you don a matching tartan skirt, maroon and navy, along with white knee-high socks, and mary-jane shoes. After years of thinking your uniforms would never fit properly, you’ve finally grown into them over the past year or so as your teenage body continues to grow.

 “-This is the Sparrow Academy.” He finishes his explanation. Father’s hazel eyes take in your appearance, though you have no idea what he’s thinking or planning. Your eyes flit between him, the intruders, and up to the second floor. It doesn’t slip your notice that the shaggy-haired man withdraws a knife from his vest.

“Dad, who the hell are these assholes?” Ben’s disgruntled tone breaks the silence as all eyes shift over to him. Just as you’re about to verbally add on, yet you’re beaten to the punch. 

“Shit…” the intruders all murmur simultaneously in an unsettling and eerie manner. Silence overtakes the room for a moment as they all simply stare at your brother in wonder. Maybe they’re just crazed fans, you realize. It wouldn’t be the first time someone has attempted to break in with ideas of catching a view of the infamous Sparrow Academy and getting an autograph, photo, or some shit.

“Ben,” the soft tone that leaves the cowboy hat-wearing man feels wrong. The look in all their eyes is seemingly that of one who stares fondly at their favorite work of art, or muse. While you truly know Ben, it’s always the fans who make him out to be some admirable and righteous guy as if he’s not a giant asshole now.

“Is that really you?” The big one asks, stepping closer to him. Whatever wrong feeling lies in your gut only amplifies with those words. There’s no mistaking that of the tone someone only uses when they know someone personally. And you’ve never seen these people in your life. They could be from before, you mentally remind yourself, a sullen feeling swirling in your gut at the thought of your lost time. Yet, the look on Ben’s face is one of perplexion, confusion, and worry. That’s all you need to know that these are still, in fact, strangers.

“And who are the weirdos on the balcony?!” The accusatory comment flies immediately after the big one’s question, all eyes drawn up to said location. Using this opportunity of distraction as a means to move, you slink past the small and thin person diagonal to you and stand next to Ben. He doesn’t seem keen on your appearance, not a word uttered in greeting. Shifting the backpack to sit more evenly on your shoulders, you wait for someone to say something- for Dad to explain, or at least tell them to get out of his house.

“They are the Sparrows. My children.” A faint rumbling shakes the house, and whether or not it’s either fans outside, more intruders upstairs, or someone’s upset feelings leaking out through their powers, you brace yourself. Whoever these people are, the stunned expressions on their faces don’t sit well with you. So… they’re not fans, you question, suddenly at a loss again.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean your children? That’s not possible, old man.” The teenage boy stupidly asks as he starts closing the distance between your Father and himself.

“Well, clearly it is since we’re standing right here,” you point out as if it’s obvious. Which it is. Though your mothers were from different parts of the world, and your births having happened in minutes, spontaneously, it was certainly an event. Nevertheless, Reginald Hargreeves is your Father.

“Of course it is! I think I’d know, wouldn’t I?” The preposterousness of his tone only mirrors the amusement and ludicrous nature you hold in your own demeanor as it seems these people might be… well, delusional. Clearly, since they’d thought to break into the world’s biggest crime-fighting legion.

“How was school?” Marcus asks you quietly as he approaches to stand on your other side. He still listens intently to the conversation, even if he actually acknowledges your presence and the fact that you’ve only just gotten home. Before you can respond about how it’d been boring considering you’re only starting to learn about basic chemistry and things that, honestly, you’d already started to learn at the Academy before things went… haywire, someone speaks up.

“Everyone else can see Ben, right?” Cowboy Dude (as you’re now referring to him in your mind) proposes, gesticulating as he starts to approach all of you. Brows furrowing in confusion at this statement, you shake it off and turn your attention back to your older brother to your left.

“Well, certainly not as exciting as whatever the hell is going on here,” you joke, eliciting a chuckle from both Ben and Marcus. Surprising that the prior was even listening.

“Cute hat, Sundance,” Ben remarks, never failing to miss a chance to whip out a comeback. The disturbed looks from the intruders only elicit an amused smile from you. It’s then that you make eye contact with the little one of their group, his eyebrows furrowed similarly to the one you held earlier when trying to decipher who they were. His head tilts slightly as his green eyes search yours. Suddenly your Father’s voice attracts everyone’s attention once more.

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of nineteen sixty-three when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claim to be my spawn.”

“What?” Trying to process and take in this information, it makes no sense that they’d been alive in nineteen sixty-three, and yet one of them looks your age. They’d all at least be well into their sixties by now. The following words from the dark-haired, cape-wearing woman drone in one ear and out the other as you try to wrap your head around everything your Father had so casually said.

“I don’t know yet, but it’s concerning,” the little one garners your attention again, your eyebrows now mirroring his as you try to piece this puzzle together. Siblings? There’s no way… is there? Wouldn’t you know? Wouldn’t this have come up, before? Why does Father look on edge if this is the case? Why would they accost him, then? There are too many questions and too little information to come to any certain conclusion.

“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus asks. Even if this is all new information, he’s always the best at keeping things going and taking assertive action. It’s why he’s Number One.

“Does that mean they’re our…” you cut yourself off, not daring to voice the thoughts going through your head. “That’s impossible.”

“You’d think,” the little one comments.

“Says the kid who would be in his sixties if it were true,” you respond lamely, not really intending to speak it to anyone in particular.

“Yeah, well the truth is mercurially dynamic at best, little girl,” the kid bites back. He moves his jaw in an unsettling way, your own jaw clenching at the degrading nickname. Despite your outward appearance, you are not a little girl, by far.

“Not the part about us being perfidious,” the thin person, who you can now see is a woman, defends. Her voice is fairly quiet, yet with all the thick tension in the air, there’s more than enough silence to be filled.

Cowboy Dude backs her up. “No, we’re amateur-fidious, at best.”

“-but we are his children. This is our house.” She claims. Samantha takes the moment to gauge her sibling's reactions, everyone looking about, if not more, stumped than she is.

“Yeah, yeah. We, uh… grew up here.” It’s the Big One, now. Alphonso takes the opportunity to mock him, which only irks you and elicits an eye roll because something doesn’t feel right about this. Though it’s unlikely and something only someone desperate would come up with… for some reason you believe there’s a possibility they’re telling the truth.

“How’s that possible?” Your voice is quiet, mind turning its gears as you can’t work out what’s missing in this equation. A few theories have formed in the last minute or so, but there’s no definitive answer here. There are still crucial parts missing in their explanation.

“I kind of think we would have noticed you,” Sloane remarks, pointing out something that all of you had to have been thinking, her soft voice helping to ease the tension if for only a moment.

“Hi, I’m Luther.” The Big One extends his hand out to Sloane, yet she doesn’t move. Smart, on her part, though the sudden shift in attitude and the kind smile on his face only make the whole situation that much more eerie and confusing.

“Hi Luther,” you respond with a small wave and a remiss attitude. It really doesn’t seem like the time, nor place, yet you play along. 

“Okay. None of you belong here.” The dark-haired glove-wearing girl asserts, clearly having had enough.

“Woah! What?” Taken aback by the sudden aggressiveness in her tone, you take a step back. Defensiveness ebbs into your being. Alphonso audibly gawks at her words, Jayme making a noise of discontent and incredulousness, Ben almost growling under his breath.

“Oh! Well, then. I guess we’ll just pack our bags and move out,” Fei remarks sarcastically, eliciting a smile thrown over your shoulder to her. She’s always been much faster with comebacks than you, though not as good as Ben. It’s a quality you’d never been able to pick up, really, and the whole… IceCube Incident didn’t exactly help.

Christopher plays along with Fei, though proposes that the supposed ‘Umbrella Academy’ will have to beat us if they want our spots in the house.

“You slay me, Chris,” Ben chuckles. Christopher’s remark elicits a few laughs from your siblings and a tight-lipped look from you. It’s hard not to smile, knowing they have no chance of beating you all, yet you don’t want to appear cocky. After all, you don’t want anyone to fight. Fighting is never the answer.

The telltale sign of heels clacking against the black and white tile of the foyer announces her presence. “I wasn’t expecting company,” Grace sighs. “This is the best I could do on short-” she starts to malfunction, one eye rolling slightly as she struggles to get her words out, voice box revealing a deeper tone than that of the tone she’s been programmed for, “-short notice.”

“It’s fine, Grace. Thank you,” you respond, a small and tense placating smile on your lips.

“Mom,” the shaggy-haired man practically whispers, breaking the silence.  Mom? Out of all the things he could’ve said… he said that. His tone was soft… again, a familiarity echoing the similar manner that, Luther–you now know his name–addressed Ben earlier. 

“Mom? She’s a robot, you perv.” Despite the seriousness of her accusation, Alphonso chuckles, of course. Their humor is… something, alright. The two of them, together… yeesh. They never fail to surprise you with what will come out of one of their mouths. 

“Jayme,” your tone comes out as a warning.

“What?” She defends, “It’s creepy as hell.” 

“It’s not a robot!” The man defends.

“Hey, don’t you call him that!” Luther steps in.

“Or what?” Ben instigates, stepping closer to Luther.

“Why don’t you come closer and find out?” He quips immediately.

“Wow, okay,” your exasperation is evident in your voice. With a shrug of forfeit, you turn your questioning gaze toward Marcus, who meets your eye contact with an expression of anger, patience being tested.

“Luther! Guys, chill!” The small woman begs, coming closer as if to intervene if something were to go down. Though considering the size of Luther and Marcus, you doubt she’d be able to do anything besides get crushed between them.

“Think I’m afraid?” Ben posits, puffing out his chest as if to scare away the giant of a man Luther is. Though an honorable notion for protecting your home, it’s… all too cocky of him. But really, it’s Ben; what do you expect from him?

“Stand down, Ben,” Marcus’ warning tone brings you a sense of relief, not wanting to have to fight this… Umbrella Academy.

“Look at that! She’s got a voice!” Ben taunts the small woman, amused by her attempt to dissuade them. So much for that, you think.

“How about I hide that big Rubik’s Cube up your ass?” Shaggy-hair threatens, eliciting a fire you hadn’t realized had been slowly boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“Christopher isn’t a Rubik’s Cube, you ass!” Marcus extends his arm in front of you before you can properly lunge in the man’s direction. Always the big brother. In a split second the room erupts into many separate conversations, comments, threats, and warnings. It catches your eye–the familiar glint of Jayme’s spit–the black liquid hitting Shaggy Man’s cheek. Eyes widening, you whip your head around to her. “Jayme! You just started things!” You whisper yell at her. 

Your older-looking sister squints her eyes at you before rolling them dramatically, a sigh falling from her lips. “Well someone had to. Besides, he started it when he called Grace ‘Mom’ like some kinked-up weirdo,” she asserts, “and now? I’ll finish them.” Arms crossed over her chest, she sits on her hip in triumph, eagerly watching the Shaggy Man go through whatever delusion his mind conjured through her spit. Hazel eyes returning to him, you watch with concern, eyes shifting as you spot the teenage boy eyeing you behind him. As soon as your eyes meet, he looks up at Marcus. Taking him in, you don’t think it’ll be hard to take out this supposed Umbrella Academy if it really comes to it, though you’d rather not. Cute as the boy is, even if rudely witty, he doesn’t have to get hurt.

“I don’t know what circus you escaped from or how you got past our security, but we’re done here. You got 30 seconds to get out of our house.” Marcus has his famous eerily calm mask on in spite of the obvious tension simmering in the room. 

“And if we don’t?” Cape-Girl bites back, crossing her arms over her chest with a smug look upon her face.

“Marcus,” your biting tone has a tacit plead in it, one he’s very familiar with. Though you haven’t been on a mission since the IceCube Incident, you still try to prevent fights from breaking out within the walls of the house, begrudgingly to your sibling’s amusement, it always seemed. Luckily, for the most part, Marcus would take your side and help rein in the chaos Jayme, Alphonso, Ben, and Chris always seem to want to participate in.

“Then we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.”

“Ugh,” you groan. Of course it would come to this. As you hear Ben crack his neck and watch Marcus get into a defensive stance, you crack your knuckles. Everyone’s stances mirror similar defensive poses with little idiosyncrasies within each person.

“Sam, go!” Marcus instructs, pointing toward the doorway. He knows how you feel about fighting, yes, but more than anything he knows you won’t use your powers after the Incident. Regardless of whether they’ll need them or not, without using your powers, you’re a liability. Someone he doesn’t need to be distracting him from fully being invested in the fight.

“No! I’m not going.” Getting into a defensive position next to him, you ready yourself, not bothering with your backpack since this will be quick. “If we’re gonna do this, might as well get this over with.”

“Go,” he quietly pleads in the same tone you’d used earlier. Just to spite him, the way he’d ignored your request earlier, you decide that fighting these punks of intruders and letting off some of the rising anger they’ve caused you is the healthiest manner of coping. You’re not going anywhere, because defying your big brother is about the most satisfying thing you could do.

 “Agreed,” Luther responds. Readying themselves for a fight, they clearly don’t care about your little side conversation as everyone watches to two biggest members of your family square up.

“Get him, Luther!” Cowboy Dude seems more enthralled to watch, yet his optimistic and supportive attitude seems amusing in juxtaposition to the situation at hand. Does he really want to watch his brother get beaten to a pulp?

“Look we just fought a literal army. Okay? This doesn’t need to get ugly. Let’s all just calm down, and let’s talk.”

“A literal army? What the hell…” Eyeing the woman with confusion, you’re starting to worry Dad was right. Maybe these people are liars and far more crazy than he’d made them out to be.

“Psst-” the sound captures your attention, hazel eyes shifting over to Cowboy Dude. “-Ben-er-rino! You look so much better alive than you do dead. Am I right? Except that haircut.” Lips forming a small ‘o’, a silent ‘ooh’ leaves your lips. You know that’s it. Ben won’t take that.

“What the hell did you just say?” Ben retorts, obviously offended. Yep, you called it.

“Wait, dead? What are you…” It’s then that you register his words, murmuring more to yourself than anyone, it’s just another piece to the growing puzzle.

“Come on, come one, stop will all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Oh wow, nice scar. Muy macho.” Cowboy Dude persists, approaching your brother with a passive disposition.

“I wouldn’t if I were-” the comment leaves your lips before you can stop it.

“Shut your mouth!” Ben yells, readying himself for a fight.

“You shut your mouth and just hug your brother-” Ben punches him square in the jaw. The hat goes flying as the man stumbles backward, rolls over, and off the coffee table, which really, seems a bit dramatic to you. Ben can’t punch that hard. Maybe Marcus, but Ben? No way.

“What the hell? You didn’t have to do that!” Luther raises his voice, closing the distance between him and Ben.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I did!” Ben bites back.

“That’s right, he did,” Alphonso comments.

 “Yeah,” you agree. The man did come off as a bit aggressive and forward.

“Hey, get back!” Marcus warns, swooping between Ben and Luther easily, keeping them apart physically.

“Luther, hey!” The small woman yells. Marcus shoves Luther away when he won’t stop closing the distance.

“Back off!” Marcus shouts. 

“Marcus!” You shout. Luther winds his arm back and throws a punch. Marcus dodges and easily kicks Luther square in the chest. The big man goes flying back through the air.

“Oh shit!” Someone says before the big man lands on top of the Cowboy Dude, knocking over the couch, cupboard, and all the decorations atop it.

“Bad touch, Luther! Bad touch!” The pinned man yells, yet your attention follows your Father leaving the room. All of a sudden, Marcus is hopping over the coffee table towards Luther, the teenage boy is running your way, Sloane, Alphonso, Jayme, and Fei all go their separate ways, leaving you open and vulnerable. Panicking, you step aside, Ben still holding the space he’d been in, readying himself for the incoming kid with a devilish look in his eyes.

“Come at me, litter box!” Shaggy Man yells at Christopher, who you spot floating a few feet above you, heading in his direction. With a relieved breath, you gather yourself, eyes flitting from person to person as you try to figure out where to insert yourself. In the midst of your panic and internal struggle, you see the kid punch Ben backward out of the corner of your eye. Ben immediately comes back to punch him, but the kid dodges only to kick Ben away.

“Don’t hurt my brother, Short-Shorts!” You yell, the attempt at name-calling simply coming off the top of your head as you charge at the kid, going to punch him, yet he elbows you in the stomach before kicking you down, all without sparing a glance in your direction. To be fair... announcing your incoming probably wasn’t the smartest idea you’ve had. Ben knees the kid, all while laughing, as he dodges the incoming punch.

“That’s the best you got, really?” The amusement quickly shifts. “Don’t need your help, pipsqueak!” He yells, still fist-fighting the kid, eyes on him, yet you know the words are directed at you. Ben finally manages to get a punch in before swiveling around the kid’s punch and landing another right in his stomach. With a grab of his arm and another quick shift of position, he’s got him in a headlock. On your feet, you stand in front of them with an unamused look on your face. 

“At least I’m trying,” you huff, “more than I can say for you!” The kid suddenly disappears with a fwip sound, and both you and your brother’s eyes widen in surprise. Ben looks around, as do you, yet the next fwip sounds to your left, signaling his appearance.

“You’re alive-” The kid stumbles backward, regaining his balance, “-that’s great… or possibly horrible, I’m not really sure yet.” Fixing his hair, you take in what he’s said, more than plan what to do next.

“Is that some kind of weird smack talk?” Ben questions. It’s the second time someone’s mentioned him dead, is it really possible that-

“-It’s more of an existential problem, really, Ben,” he’d cut off your thoughts, attention shifting back to the moment before you. With a wide step and a cocked fist, you punch him across the face, sending him stumbling back again.

“Awesome! Here’s your next problem,” announcing his next move, you know what’s coming. A tentacle lunges from his chest toward the kid, only for him to disappear with another fwip. Left reeling for his position, it’s only as your attention draws back to Ben that a look of astonishment takes over your face. Pointing up to the balcony, you tacitly give him a heads-up by pointing the boy out.

“You know, even though you’re a total asshat now-” Ben sends his tentacles surging toward him again, giving you the perfect opportunity to escape. Running toward the foyer to head upstairs and get the kid, you pass Fei fighting the Cape-wearing woman, who you happen to trip on the way up the stairs. Mary janes shoes clomping up the many steps as fast as you can, you quickly find that the kid has vanished, again. Leaning over the railing he’s down below; a groan escapes your lips. As you turn to head back down, a burst of energy hits you, smacking you against the railing, and taking your legs out from under you. On the floor, you start to get up, only for a knife to plunge into the wood a few centimeters away. Breath caught in your throat, you stare in shock and disbelief, fear, and adrenaline surging through your veins.

“Chris!” You yell, running toward the knife as you spot Christopher floating in the opposite direction, Shaggy Man following suit on the other side of the walkway. Attempting to dislodge the knife from the wood is hard, it’s smooth, and the wood now is splintering. With a few grunts of effort, you extract it, readying yourself as Christopher leads him past you and goes over the railing. Not expecting the man to follow, you throw the knife, sending it flying right where the railing stops. Shaggy Man does a flip over the railing, leaving you wide-eyed, mouth agape. The knife misses him by an inch or so, going into the wall on the other side of the living room balcony.

“See? We’re hugging! This is progress!” Cowboy Dude yells, despite being squished in a constricting hold of Ben’s tentacle. Though amusing, you know you need to help. Turning to head back down to the first floor, you spot the kid having teleported onto the walkway with the cape-wearing woman above the foyer. While they’re on the opposite side of the adjoining room, you watch as Jayme strides toward them. 

“Hey, Short Pants! What’s up?” Her taunting voice asks him. As you start to head in their direction, you hear the boy tell his accomplice to leave them so she can help the others. “What are you, their mascot?” Jayme quips.

On the other side of the balcony, you stop dead in your tracks as he teleports again, the now familiar fwip telling you so. “More like their ringer,” he answers her question.

Punch sending her to the ground, you can’t help but let out an audible “Ooh,” as it looks like it’d hurt. Just as his eyes draw up to you with surprise and a deadly look within them, Jayme’s spit lands on his forehead, hand following suit.

“Hey, gross, all right?” The slowing of his movements tells you he’s in whatever delusion his mind conjured from her venom. Taking the opportunity to finish closing the distance between you and your sister, you both watch the boy act out whatever’s going on in his mind.  

“Really? You’re no help,” she grumbles at you, disappointment and annoyance evident as she dusts off her pants and stands.  

“Delores?” The boy questions, your eyes following his line of vision, even if you knew nothing was there. You can never be too sure, you figure. Today has already been weird as hell. As the boy starts walking toward the other staircase, you give Jayme an unpleased look. “Mi sei mancato anche angelo mio, più di quanto tu possa immaginare. Vieni da me.”

“Italian?” You question, eyes locking with hers, a surprised look on both of your faces. 

“Yup.” As it starts to look like he’s making out with someone, your sister lets out an “Ugh,” which elicits a laugh from you as your eyes land on her rather than the disturbing image before the both of you. “Are they all perverts?” You shrug. Jayme walks up to him and doubles him over with a roundhouse kick. He tumbles down the stairs, his sounds of pain elicit a grimace, nevertheless, you join your sister at the staircase’s landing. With a flip of your hair, you turn and run towards the other staircase, heading back down to the living room. Spotting Luther slipping through the bookcase passageway and the kid gone from his spot on the tiles, you try to find the others. Just as you’re headed back through the foyer, another fwip resounds across the table. With a yelp, the kid appears.

“Shit, it’s gone!” he looks around, eyes landing on you for a moment before finally resting on the scene in the living room.

“What’s gone?” You ask, yet his attention makes yours shift as well. The thin woman lies on the floor moaning in pain.

“Vanya, get out of there!” He yells, approaching the living room. Without thinking, you follow suit, intent on keeping him back as no one else needs to get hurt. It’s sad, really, but you can’t save everyone. Her hands are clenched in fists and you watch as your siblings form a circle around her, slowly closing in. With a stumble backward the kid suddenly disappears again. In the split-second all you’d seen was panic and fear, leaving you afraid of whatever he’d been afraid of. By the time you look back at the living room, a burst of energy suddenly sends you flying through the air backward, your whole body smacking against the wall, knees buckling as you slowly crumble to the floor.

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[laulu945]

Five x OC | Umbrella x Sparrow | Female OC Head-Canons

Her name is Maeve and she is a Sparrow.

She has blond hair because apparently Five likes blondies (according to his illusion of Dolores).

Her power is matter manipulation, like an alchemist. She can turn a bullet into a bubble or water into wine much to Klaus' amusement.

She is 30 mentally but looks 15.

This is because in her 20s she tried her powers on herself, and discovered it generated the most excruciating pain in the world. In her pain, she accidentally deaged herself 15 years.

She passed out from the pain and was in a coma for a while, almost died. Then decided not to use her powers on herself again or any living creature, sticking to inanimate objects.

She is very sarcastic, anxious and antisocial.

But cares about her loved ones very deeply.

Sloan is her favorite sister.

When Five and her first meet, they are so similar that they instantly hate each other, but as time goes on they start to get along.

Lila is always teasing her and Five to get together to see if she can take the stick out of his ass.

At the wedding she and Five end up dancing together, and she asks him if he has done anything on his bucket list.

He says no, but shyly mentions that one of the things on that list was having his first kiss, so she smiles and kisses him softly.

"You can cross that off your list, then".

Later on a very drunk Five knocks on her door and they make out for a little while before he passes out literally in the middle of the kiss.

She drags him to the bed and goes to sleep on the couch.

Five wakes up and barely remembers last night, so she reminds him and Five is embarrassed but she mentions that they were drunk and it's ok.

Five talks to her about the deal he saw Reginald do, and they both agree that they don't trust him.

Before Five leaves her room, he turns and says "It wasn't because I was drunk, I just really wanted to kiss you again" and leaves.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five x reader #five x oc #sparrow academy #ocs #oc stuff #female oc #romantic

[dawnlotus-draws]

My DnD PCs pride month interview <3

#eheheh my girlies. #anyways yeah OC blorbo posting again #dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #OC art #dawnsart #dawns ocs #Grelinda teakettle #petra ichor #sparrow temerity #the bounciful band #thanks flowchi for sending the original Gotham Academy panel LOL

[ashes-of-ailell]

hey maybe,,,, our agartha ocs should interact,,,,, okay bye

they absolutely should actually, I would love that-

#sparrow answers #dazzlerazz #THEY SHOULD INTERACT PLEASE I WANT THIS #IT WOULD BE SO INTERESTING #robin🤝luna - agarthans at the officers academy (a church run institution) #razz pls feel free to DM or talk more about this (or about your ocs in general) I'd like to see how this goes :3

[unicornblossom13]

Sylvia: What the hell?!

Sparrow Ben: I don’t know, I hit the wrong thing!

Sylvia: No, thirty years ago, your mother gave birth to the wrong thing!

#the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy oc #incorrect umbrella academy quotes #sylvia hargreeves #ben hargreeves #sparrow ben #source: victorious

[ginger-grimm]

BIRTHDAY BASH EXCHANGE

Mirage, Telepath, and Emmy Carmichael in Sparrow's Oblivion for @oneirataxia-girl

COLORING

I hope you like it!

#ocappreciation #ocapp #anna's birthday bash exchange #the umbrella academy oc #not my oc #my edits #alvita's oc: mirage carmichael #alvita's oc: telepath carmichael #alvita's oc: emmy carmichael #so here's two different versions #the text wouldn't fit with the brellies and sparrows #also i have versions with my own coloring; i just dk if it looks good #my covers have been hit or miss lately so i hope this looks good

[evienovo]

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible. He got 8 of them.

(Re)Introducing Teresa Hargreeves (aka, I went and created a full blown oc, shocking)

Name: Teresa Hargreeves Aliases/Nicknames: Number 8, The Furnace, Reese, Tere (by Diego), Terry Gender: Female Age: 29 Date of birth: October 1, 1989 Place of birth: Santiago de Cuba, Cuba Height: 5’5” Affiliation: The Umbrella Academy Relatives/family: Reginald Hargreeves (adoptive father), Grace (adoptive mother), Luther Hargreeves (adoptive brother), Diego Hargreeves (adoptive brother), Allison Hargreeves (adoptive sister), Klaus Hargreeves (adoptive brother), Five Hargreeves (adoptive brother), Ben Hargreeves (adoptive brother), Viktor Hargreeves (adoptive brother) Occupation: Baker Love interest: None (original timeline & Dallas timeline); Alphonso Hargreeves (Sparrow Academy timeline) ((…listen……we can talk about this)) Powers: Heat manipulation Face claim: Aurora Perrineau

Powers & abilities

Heat Manipulation: Teresa can manipulate the temperature of living and nonliving things by raising or lowering the heat in or around them. However, she has more control over her own body heat and mainly uses her power by raising and releasing it in bursts, which she calls “heat waves”. By controlling the temperature of the air around her, she can in some cases also affect the weather (such as turning rain into snow), but mostly uses it to keep herself and others around her cool or warm, depending on the season.

High/low temperature tolerance: Due to the nature of her powers, Teresa can tolerate temperatures that would be considered dangerous to an average human with little to no effects on her body.

Infrared vision: Teresa can feel and “see” the heat of living creatures around her up to a certain distance. This was mainly used for recon when on missions with the Academy and she had little use for it after she left, so it remains the most underdeveloped aspect of her powers.

Martial arts: Having trained with the rest of the Umbrella Academy as a child, Teresa has extensive physical combat abilities (even if she is a bit out of practice).

Polyglot: As part of her Academy training (and due to personal interest), Teresa is fluent or proficient in Spanish, Greek, Serbian, Swahili, Japanese & Hindi.

Culinary Arts: Despite having a complicated relationship with food, Teresa has always been drawn to cooking, in no small part due to her powers and most of her training involving ovens and other kitchen equipment. She is an accomplished baker and has been working in restaurants and bakeries since she left the Academy.

((Will add more info later))

Poster made with this template & tutorial Items poster made with trendMe

#umbrella academy oc #tua oc #am i really surprised that i developed her when i did the meme thing before s3?? #also happy birthday to the brellies & sparrows!<3 #oc #oc: reese #tua #oc profile #the umbrella academy

[lynxx88]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓸𝓬

disclaimer: this will contain spoilers from umbrella academy season 3 if you haven't finish the season pls click off, also I do have a character for the umbrella academy, also five might be a bit occ, he's a bit hard to write, also there is making out and hand placement a bit steamy, not really but mentions of $e#

pronouns: She/her

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Sabrina's POV

well its official the world is ending and you know what I'm doing with that knowledge getting ready for a freaking wedding, well at least I'll go out with a pretty sight.

"are you ready yet" a grumpy voice called out from the other side of the door, I could recognized that voice as my oh so patient boyfriend.

I snap my fingers as I sigh a poof of smoke appeared in my hotel room, the smoke cleared showing him, Five Hargreeves.

Five's POV

I cough out the smoke that was in my lungs and looked up, in front of me was my gorgeous girlfriend in black collared slim dress, My eyes widen before covering myself "are you ready? I question, she raised an eyebrow for smirking "You're not going to comment about my dress" she questions, a lump formed in my throat as I look every where but her, her heels clacked as she strutted towards me until she was chest to chest with me

Sabrina's POV

I could hear his heartbeat which made me chuckle knowing I made him nervous, I stroked one hand up and down his chest and the other wrapped around his neck.

"Do I make you nervous fivey" I cooed, I see him shiver, before straightening himself "maybe but we have to get going" he whispers in my ear, I whine before putting my other hand around his neck "but I think we have a bit time" he whispers, then smirks placing his lips on mine, I whimper as he puts his hand on my waist before going down and grabbing my ass, I moan and he took that as a go to slip his tongue in mine, we fought a bit until a knock was heard.

"If you guys aren't making out we have to go to the wedding" Diego's voice called out, Five separated our mouths before pecking me one more time, "we better get going" he whispers before teleporting us to the rest.

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It was right after the wedding, Finally Sloane and Luther got together they were like puppy dogs, and the noises I heard in the academy specifically Sloane's room, I shiver at the thought.

I feel hands slip around my waist, I turned my head to see Five, he smiled his rare smiles, his dimples on display, I couldn't help but grin, "hey" he says, I turned my head to face the party in front of us and lean back on him "Hi" I whisper, we watch everything happen it felt like nothing could happen to ruin this moment "Hey I'm going to get wasted care to join me" Five whispers, I smiled and nodded, he leads me by my waist as we go to get wasted.

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Ughh my head is killing me, I slowly open my eyes, I see I was back in my room I ty to get up but something pulled me back down and towards someone's chest, I turned around and see a smirk, i giggle and snuggled towards his chest. "Good Morning Sweetheart" Five whispered "morning love" I whispered back, I try to remember what happened last night, and then something clicked, I remember hearing dad make a deal with someone last night in a room, but I can't remember who, I gently shake five "babe do you remember seeing dad make a deal with someone" I say, I feel his body stiffen, he quickly sat up exposing his bare chest, He turned to me "Yeah I do, Do you remember who though?" He asks, I sat up raising the blanket above my chest "No do you?" he shakes his head and curses, he falls back and I see him blank out, I sigh and moved towards him and place my hand on his chest, "Hunny relax we'll go and retrace our steps and then we can figure who made the deal with devil" I gently say, he removes his arm from his eyes and pulled me on top of him "thank you love" he whispers, I smile and lay on his chest drawing shapes on him, and then a knock rang out.

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Okay that's ittt, I'm sorry if this was bit ehhh, and again I'm sorry if Five is a bit occ I tried my best. -Al

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #the sparrow academy #my ocs

[nightmaresart]

Have two memes while I'm trying to make the lgbtq+ moodboards and try to figure out how to write with the given cluster fuck that is s3

#the umbrella academy oc #tua #tua oc #uma hargreeves #leon hargreeves #the sparrow academy #sparrows

[alexasnonsense]

I have a new Umbrella Academy fanfic posted on Wattpad. If anyone is interested you can find my Wattpad in the link in my bio.

#tua #the umbrella academy #sparrow academy #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #fanfic #fanfiction #oc #original character #wattpad

[magicalmystery-muses]

New Test Muse

So I recently became aware of the “lost Sparrow,” Carla Hargreeves. She was a member of the Sparrow Academy from the comics that Sparrow Ben replaced. I kinda get why they evened it out a bit, but now that I know of her existence I wish we could’ve seen her somehow. Continuing my habit of taking underdeveloped side characters and making them a headcanon based muse, I decided I’m gonna try my hand at her!

Note, I’m super behind on the comics so if anyone knows of anything I’m doing wrong in my portrayal of her, PLEASE TELL ME!!

Apparently at one point in the comics, Viktor got paralyzed, and she was able to heal him. This shows that she either has healing or reality warping powers.

I’m gonna go with reality warping because not only do I already have OCs with healing powers, but I think it’d be fun to have a TUA character whose powers can parallel Allison’s. She even seems to have a trigger phrase!!

My faceclaim of her is gonna be Denée Benton

The vibe Carla gives me is that she has this outward appearance of being very kind and soft, but with a dark and manipulative side. She thinks she’s doing the right thing though and just sees it as a necessary evil. I think she’d have a good heart but is just misguided

If anyone wants to interact with her, HMU!! I’m excited about this!!

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua rp #umbrella academy rp #umbrella academy #ua rp #the umbrella academy rp #umbrella academy oc #kinda? #carla hargreeves #tua oc #tua oc rp #umbrella academy oc rp #the umbrella academy oc rp #tuaocsdaily #uaocsdaily #theumbrellaacademyocs #umbrellaacademyocs #sparrow academy #the sparrow academy #sparrow academy oc #the sparrow academy oc #sparrow academy rp #sparrow academy oc rp #the sparrow academy rp #the sparrow academy oc rp #test muse

[cas-backwards-tie]

Just Like Me Masterlist

Five Hargreeves x Sparrow!Samantha

Summary: Practically ostracized from the Sparrow Academy due to the 'Ice Cube Incident', you're more than eager to solve the mystery at foot when the Umbrella Academy shows up. Will your family praise you for taking initiative on the case, or will they continue to go over your head with their own plans as a team?

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Anxiety, Insecurity, Angst, Complicated Family Relationships, Degradation, Fighting, Injuries, Insults, Name-Calling, Kidnapping, Manhandling, Threats, Underage Drinking, Alcohol, Inference to Sexual Assault (nothing happens),

A/N: Samantha is my OC. Attributes scarcely described and written in more of a reader style, however, her backstory will be revealed throughout the series. There are moments when they use her name, but for the most part I try to avoid it.

Chapters: The Intrusion | The Hostage | Face To Face | Mission Awry

#just like me masterlist #just like me series #just like me #five hargreeves x sparrow!samantha #five hargreeves x sparrow!oc #five hargreeves x sparrow!reader #five hargreeves x reader #tua reader insert #the umbrella academy reader insert #my writing #g writes #five hargreeves x reader series #tw: degradation #cw: degradation #tw: manhandling #tw: threats #tw: violence #tw: name-calling #tw: injuries #tw: kidnapping

[doveriathegoddess]

Hello everyone I have started up on something I’ve always to do for a good while, and that is create an Umbrella Academy fan fiction. Ever since season 3 came out I’ve been having brain rot and so I decided to go ahead and create this work. The first chapter is already out, so feel free to take a look while I work on Chapter 2 in the meantime. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Viktor Hargreeves/Elise, Ben Hargreeves/Yishi, Horatio/Selene, Fei Hargreeves & Yenigun, Diego Hargreeves/Lila Pitts, Luther Hargreeves/Sloane Hargreeves Characters: The Hargreeves | Umbrella Academy, The Hargreeves | Sparrow Academy, The Gods (OCs) Additional Tags: Basically more superpowered individuals born on October 1st, Except this time all new timeline kind of, The Umbrellas and Sparrows work together this time properly, Oh yeah Reginald gets punished for his actions by the Gods themselves Summary:

Disclaimer: This story is not canon to the actual show, and has been written before the release of the 4th and final season of Umbrella Academy.

At then end of Season 3 when Allison pressed the button to reset the universe, something went haywire in the machine and now the Umbrella Academy and the now alive members of the Sparrow Academy who met their end in the earlier season, find themselves in the last place they expected to be at: The Icarus Theater.

Relieved that they're all ok and managed to avoid getting caught in an apocalypse for the third time, the Umbrellas are confused as to how they got back to the same place where Viktor caused the apocalypse the first time. Meanwhile the Sparrows have noticed something is off about the place they're now in, and upon investigating further everyone discovers that they're now in the same world, but this time the world is ruled over by the 7 Gods.

The Gods also happen to be among the children born on October 1st, 1989.

Now with more people with powers to deal with, a new world and timeline to explore, the Umbrellas and Sparrows are forced to work together to take on the Gods, and find a way to get home once and for all...

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #sparrow academy #umbrella academy ocs

[extraordinarywhiteviolin]

you talk like yourself (i hear someone else)

Summary: The Kugelblitz took his sister Yulia, and now all he's left with is the version of her from another timeline. But he's running low on family and drinks, so if she's alone at the end of the world instead of with the rest of the Umbrella Academy fools, he'll take this look-alike's companionship if not her vodka. Maybe it's the familiar face that makes her bearable to be around.

Platonic Sparrow!Ben & OG!Yulia(OC).

Set during 308 "Wedding at the End of the World" after the bachelor party and Ben & Sloane's chat but before the wedding.

Established background Five/Yulia.

A/N: okay now I'm just posting snippets of this oc because I keep thinking of moments for her. Maybe one day I'll write a full coherent story for her, but for now enjoy snapshots. The dynamic of Sparrow!Ben, Sloane, and OG!Yulia make me emotional considering how different Sparrow!Yulia is and how she interacts with them. I haven't written enough for that to be coherent or explained about Yulia enough but I don't care I love her. Please ask me about her. Or sen requests or asks if you want to know more! But I hope this is good in a vacuum anyways 😅😅

Ben finds Yulia in a room down the hall from his own only moments after he leaves Sloane's room. The door's wide open, he can see her perched on the end of the double bed, bottle of expensive vodka in one hand as she gazed out the window. It's jarring, the idea that he's caught her in a candid moment, unawares; Yulia can pass through walls, she's never even opened a door, let alone left one open, for as long as Ben can remember. However this Yulia, the dimension hopping Yulia, the Yulia who's still alive, she is not his sister.

But Ben remembers her looking this young, and in that moment that's enough. She's more family than he'll get from practically anyone else here.

She should be downstairs with the others, the Umbrellas, at the bachelor party, celebrating. Ben's lip curls.

"Why aren't you with the others?" It's demanding when he speaks, accusatory almost, as if resentful that she's willingly forgoing an occassion he so badly wanted to be a part of. Yulia, for her part, exhales a deep, slow breath but doesn't look away from the window. It's telling; she knew he was there, probably even heard him approaching. Yulia had always been far more aware of her surroundings than most others, a trait this Yulia seems to share.

"Ben do you really think we're special?" Yulia asked softly, sounding altogether much younger than she claimed to be, "all of us, everyone left, you said we survived because we're special. Do you really believe that?" When she finally looks at him, finally locks eyes with him, he knows why she's asking, knows what she's thinking; why was she the Yulia who survived?

"Yeah," Ben swallows hard but his irritation drops considerably, "we wouldn't be here if we weren't; one way or another that makes us special. It has to." His gaze drops. He can't keep looking in her eyes. She's too familiar and too distant all at once.

"Do you want a drink?" Yulia offers, and Ben strides across the room to accept the bottle from her. "I think bachelor parties are more family affairs," turning back to the window, hands in her lap as Ben takes a long drink from the bottle. But he pauses at that, lowers the bottle to frown at her, "I'm not a Hargreeves."

"What?"

"In our reality, it ended up just me and Five left at the end of the world, but he- I'm not family to the rest of them," she shrugs and fidgets, before looking back at Ben, "you're more family to them and you're not even the version of you that they know." But she can't hold eye contact with him for long, nor the sad little smile she wore, taking the bottle and beginning to take large gulps of vodka.

"You were a terrible sister," Ben says carefully, sitting himself on the end of the bed beside her. Its enough to startle a laugh from Yulia, who splutters and momentarily chokes on alcohol; reflexively Ben goes to thump her on the back, and only realises that that should have been useless the moment his hand actually connects with her back and she gasps out a thanks before turning on him with raised eyebrows and a disbelieving smile. Ben, however, is looking at his hand still resting on her shoulder, "you were a good person, you had to be, we all had to be, but you were a dick." He tells her, and Yulia crows a bright, surprised laugh, but is sobered by his next words; "you let people make contact with you?"

"Uh, sometimes, depends," taking a deep breath, she awkwardly leans against Ben, "your Yulia didn't?"

"Not outside of combat or training," Ben admits. In the silence that follows, Yulia takes another drink, "we should be training."

Yulia takes another drink.

"I wanted to be with you and Sloane before the wedding," Yulia's voice is barely above a whisper, "I don't have family but you have a version of me in your hearts and I thought -" Ben stiffens, completely caught off guard by the melancholy selflessness of the gesture, "but I was a terrible sister." Oh; she'd spoken to Sloane already. At least that went a ways to explaining Sloane's earlier terseness even before Ben had begun complaining to her.

"You don't need us to like you."

"No," Yulia agrees quietly, "I don't."

"You've never needed anyone to like you, everyone just always did."

"You think it's because they didn't know me?" Yulia asked, shifting closer to rest her head on Ben's shoulder. Instinctively he wraps his arm properly around her shoulders.

"We should be training, we shouldn't be sitting around and getting shitfaced, this is all a waste of time," Ben hisses instead, but still reaches for the bottle. Then, after a swig, "why are you here?" He's still got an arm around her shoulders, still got her head on his shoulder, "that nilhist dick Five is your whole world, everyone knows it, and we both know you don't really care about whether I care about you, but don't give me some bullshit about not being family to the rest of them; they don't give a shit about me but they still give a shit about me, you know? So I know they give a shit about you and want you there."

Instead of answering, Yulia's whole face scrunches up and she wraps both her arms around Ben in a side hug, holding him tightly even as he squirms and hisses for her to let him go. Finally, when she lets go, he stands abruptly, brushing himself off, playing at being disgruntled. Yulia, who managed to somehow get the now considerably empty vodka bottle out of his hands, and is taking a long drink.

"The hell was that about? What is wrong with you people?" He demands.

"Did Yulia ever hug you?"

A very long silence stretches out between them; Ben's shoulders drop. He looks to the void just beyond the window, but he doesn't answer.

"I'm sorry," Yulia says, "I won't hug you like that again, I'm sorry."

Ben's sister Yulia has never apologised, nor has she needed to, she's never been particularly overwhelmingly affectionate. Ben's Yulia was a cold sister. Distant.

He sits back down on the bed after another beat, taking the vodka, a swig, and then passing it back to lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling, kicking his heels against the bedframe.

"Yulia," Ben says frankly, "you don't need me or anyone else to like you."

"No." Yulia is still sitting up, but Ben can feel her watching him.

"Because you know they will," his expression is hard as he glances to her out of the corner of his eye. Yulia blinks slowly, shaking her head carefully. Ben looks back at the ceiling, "you're deeply irritating, you know that right? Maybe more than the others, not all of them, just some of them." Yulia laughs at that, a sound Ben hasn't heard in years.

"You can always leave, the door's open," she pointed out, but flopped back beside him, looking up at the ceiling, "go train, or something like that."

"Sorry I care about trying to stop the end of the damn world," Ben rolled his eyes at her lightly teasing tone. Still, he doesn't move to get up.

"The end of the world's not so bad," Yulia mused softly. Then, "please come to the wedding."

"They barely want me there," escapes Ben before he can stop it.

"They love you -"

"They love a version of me that died decades ago," he fires back, irritation once again rising.

"You're an ass, but despite that they still -" Yulia's voice catches for a moment, "they still see a version of you they love, and they've been willing to give you a million chances. Do you even understand how lucky you are to have them at the end of the world? You are special, Ben, you don't even have to try; their Ben was a good brother." She tells him firmly, eyes focused on the roof and not on the pained expression Ben was giving her.

"Yulia..."

"I asked Sloane if she wanted my company but she decidedly did not, though she has Luther now so I knew she would be okay. But Reginald is a garbage father, and so Sloane's all you had left," Yulia closes her eyes, "but you've pushed away everyone who has anyone else to turn to, so it's just me, the alternate version of the sister you didn't even like, making sure you're not alone at the end of the world."

And Ben is silent.

Slowly, Yulia sits up, hunched over and drinking the remaining vodka slowly.

"You needed Yulia to like you, didn't you?" She murmurs, "or even care about you... or anyone. Prove that she could, that you weren't an idiot for caring about your sister."

Ben's lack of an answer is painfully telling. Neither one looks at the other; Ben watches the ceiling and Yulia watches the world ending out the window.

"I do, for the record," Yulia adds, "if it means anything, I care about you, Ben. Despite all your bullshit I'm glad you're here with us at the end of the world."

"You should head downstairs," Ben says faintly, "catch the end of the bachelor party or whatever, I'm sure they're missing you," and though there's a faint, resentful bite to his words his heart's not in it, "don't act like you know me; you know me even less than they do."

"Do you believe that?"

"You're not my sister." But even as Ben says it, he knows this Yulia is sharp as his sister ever was, and picks up on the underlying compliment buried in the implication.

"Okay," Yulia is smiling softly, watching him when he finally looks to her, "I'll go. I'll see you at the wedding."

"Yeah, whatever," he rolls his eyes. But then Yulia allows herself to fall through the floor and Ben's slammed back into finding her familiar so suddenly its like it physically hurts.

She may not be the his Yulia, but she's still distinctly Yulia. It's not the similarities that catch him by surprise, it's always the stark differences.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five x oc #ben x oc #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x oc #ben and yulia #ben tua #sparrow ben #sparrow ben x oc #yulia olgimskaya #Spotify #tua original character #tua oc #oc: the trojan horse