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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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The Chaos Polycule

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: It started out with two eighteen-year-olds who were stupid, young, and a little bit drunk. It ended with five thirty-year-olds and eight kids. Warnings: Warnings mentioned at the beginning of every chapter Word Count: 1,216 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Diego Hargreeves/Sissy Cooper/Five Hargreeves/Lila Pitts

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A/N: This is the first oneshot in a series of them that I'm going to be writing inspired off of some conversations I've had with my mutual, @lovely-number-7 ! Thank you so much for helping me with all of this and I hope that you enjoy

Viktor was reclined back on his bed, eyes closed and his hands folded over his stomach. He was focusing on the music spilling from his headphones as he took steady, deep breaths to try and soothe his powers. He had spent the day with some of his younger students, which always left him feeling kind of worn out and overstimulated. He powers had come back, which left him feeling more frazzled than he used to feel when he did that kind of work.

He knew that he had about an hour between when he got home and when Sissy came back from Harlan’s therapy appointments. They had been reduced down to weekly sessions now that they had learned the more important tools that would help Harlan interact with the world and it wasn’t as urgent for him to continue. He’d have to get up when they got back so that he could either help make dinner or help Harlan with some of his homework from school.

It had only been about twenty minutes before his resting was interrupted by the door to his room banging open. He peeled his eyes open and then slowly removed his headphones as he watched Lila hop over the edge of his bed so that she was sitting on the baseboard.

Viktor lifted himself up so that he was propped up on his elbows. He asked, “Can I help you?”

“So when were you going to tell me what you were married to Diego?” she asked.

He let his eyes drift shut and then let out a long breath at that. He knew that this was going to have to explain this eventually but he had been half hoping that when they ended up in the new universe it never would have happened and half hoping that he’d have to explain it later. “So you found out about that?”

“Well when you ask your boyfriend if you can get married and then he explains that he’s already married it’s kind of something that you pry into,” Lila laughed.

He noticed, with some relief, that she didn’t seem to be too upset about it. It reminded him a little bit of what had happened back when Eudora found out what they had done. She and Diego had never had that serious of a relationship, so it wasn’t really all that big of a deal that they would never be able to get married. She had made them tell the entire story one night after their show, happily tipsy and giggling the entire time.

He laid there for a moment longer before his face split into a huge grin. He tossed his headphones and tape player down onto the bed as he shuffled to the edge of his bed. “Come on, I think there’s a chance that I can find some of the pictures from that night,” he waved his hand for Lila to follow him.

They hurried up the stairs and into the attic where a lot of Viktor’s things from his old apartment had been stored. They had moved into the Academy shortly after returning to the new universe because they found that none of them had any place to go that had good memories. Luther and Sloane were living in their own apartment while they saved up to be able to travel the world like they had been wanting to for so long. Jill and Ben were living in Chicago while she went to university, but they were planning on moving back as soon as she graduated. Klaus and Dave were wrapping some things up with Dave’s sister back in Dallas, but Klaus promised they would be coming back since he loved his family. Diego, Lila, Viktor, and Sissy had nowhere to go when they found themselves in their new universe. Viktor still had his apartment but it was full of so many foul memories from when Harold had been there that it was a non-option for living. Lila and Diego had a baby on the way and Stan, so there was no way that they could live in the backroom of a gym. The Academy was serving them well, even if it held a lot of bad memories overall. They were slowly replacing them, though they wished that they could have been doing it with Grace and Pogo.

Soon, Lila and Viktor found themselves crowded around a box of old photo albums that Viktor had kept for sentimentality’s sake, even before the whole universe had been reset.

There were dozens of photographs when Viktor and Diego had tried to start their band up, but the ones that they were focusing on came from a very specific night a month after they turned nineteen. The first one was of Viktor and Diego outside of the register’s office, a handful of money in one hand a thermos full of alcohol, as Viktor later explained to Lila. The second was of their marriage certificate, which had been signed by them both. The third was them inside of the marriage chapel that the building had for people that weren’t going to be able to afford a wedding were allowed to use.

It was one of Viktor’s favorites. It was before his transition, so his hair was still long but he had lost the bangs not long after he left the house. He had been wearing one of Diego’s baggy t-shirts and a pair of scuffed up jeans tucked into the big black combat boots he had used in the stead of winter boots. He had a nose piercing, one that he had since let heal over. Diego was wearing the black turtle neck that he was still so fond of years and years later, but he was also wearing a pleated green skirt that he lost a bet about. They were both grinning ear to ear as they stood in front of the plastic arch next to their newly signed marriage certificate. All of their belongings peaked out of the corner of the photo.

“You guys were young when you did this,” Lila commented as she ran her hand over the bottom where Viktor had dated the picture.

“Yeah. I don’t think that we would have done it if we hadn’t been that young. We started having some arguments and problems not long after this,” his mouth flickered down into a frown. The Umbrella Academy (and the Sparrow Academy, for that matter) didn’t exist in the universe they were in currently, which meant that his book didn’t either.

“What are you guys doing?” Stan asked as he finished climbing the stairs so that he was standing in the light shining up from the hallway below.

“We’re looking through some parts of your father’s history. Now come on, we’re going to talk about this over dinner and embarrass him even more than he already is,” Lila grinned wickedly. She snatched up the book and ushered Stan back down the stairs.

Viktor hauled himself up off of the ground and walked after them with a laugh. Even though Stanley had been born from a different woman, he was so like Lila that no one would have been able to tell. “I guess I should get a jump on telling Sissy before Stan tells Harlan, then.”

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gallium-yttrium-polonium-radon · 2 years

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klaus and stan having a bonding therapy session while stan steals everything is peak hargreeves

#tua s3 #the umbrella academy

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idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit · 2 years

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Wow.

Luther has no idea how to cope with ANYTHING, does he?

So far, his coping mechanism (singular) is avoid, avoid, avoid.

Dad turns me into an ape? Get sent to the moon and hide beneath overcoats.

I was sent to the moon for nothing? Run away and get high.

You sister tried to kill your girlfriend sister? Emotionally and physically distance yourself from the situation by locking her up? (And look, Dad built a cage for this exact purpose, how wonderful!)

In the past? Run away and become a mafia enforcer.

Your girlfriend sister is alive? Great, run from your job and go find her

She’s MARRIED?! Ram chocolate down you neck, make a terrible impression on her husband, and fuck off to go get the shit kicked out of you to try and forget your pain.

You’re fired because of your shitty coping mechanisms and kicked out of your place? Welp, looks like it’s time to run away and get high again.

Luther Hargreeves is really just a massive avoidant motherfucker. He may not be a popular character, but fucking hell he needs SO. MUCH. THERAPY.

I’m pretty sure a therapist could get a book deal just out of a few sessions with him. They’d also be set for life by trying to deal with his many many many many (many many) issues.

#the umbrella academy

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jjkyaoi · 2 years

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no bc i love dolores but i hope they address in the show how incredibly concerning it is that five hallucinated/hallucinates dolores being a real person that he’s married to. or at least that she has a voice. like hello?? five king. i appreciate the mental illness but calm down a little

#rlly love that they just introduced dolores as this hallucination that five has been married to for 30 yrs and then was like ok moving on #HELPP?? dolores my queen i guess #i think it’s funny to watch scenes where he speaks so tenderly to this mannequin but when u think about it it’s incredibly depressing #man rlly hallucinated and continues to hallucinate this fucking presence that he’s been with for 30 years so he wouldn’t be entirely alone.#apocalypse a season more like five hargreeves therapy session a season #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #boy oh boy hope i once again don’t get nuked in the tags

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gayfishermanfive · 3 years

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sometimes i like to think about an au with older five (as in physically in his 20s) and then... real woman dolores

and i like to think about their marriage and relationship

and what it would be like for them if they started a family

because i am so soft for five and i just want him to be happy and loved and dolores can help provide all of that

#five is a tired depressed physics professor in this au too #and ive decided dolores is a trans woman bc i can #dolores is a queen and she loves her husband very much #she lost her hair due to balding and wears wigs but five still thinks shes beautiful <3 #and they might adopt a kid in this au because they'd make great parents dont @ me #five would be an amazing dad honestly #apocalypse still happened and five is still traumatized #but whereas it was like 17 years irl time #it was about 7 years this time #poor five was still there for 45 years of his time tho </3 #but hes trying to move on #and he met dolores at a group therapy session lol #bc dolores has issues of her own </3 #jump speaks #jumps aus #five hargreeves #five x dolores #tua five #five deserves happiness #and he deserves his mannequin wife to be real #dolores is also a girlboss model #number five #dolores the mannequin #i am soft for five and his mannequin wife okay #hes a sweetheart #he deserves love #five still came back as a teenager btw #he had time to grow up tho #now he adult and have waifu <3

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bimbonaparte · 3 years

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i’ve had a very sudden realization this week about the reason that i’ve lost my mind over the umbrella academy, and in retrospect it seems so fucking obvious that i’m. jesus. how did i not put this together before.

i had a brother growing up who was 6 months younger than me. technically he was a.... long-term live-in roommate, i guess, our parents met when we were two years old and stayed together until we were 17 (living together on and off for 15 years, engaged on and off but never married, it’s a long and largely uninteresting story). but “brother” for all intents and purposes.

anyway we spent most of that time being raging dickbags to each other. like genuine homicide was attempted at various points. “not getting along” feels like a massive understatement looking back (our poor parents). and just when we were getting to be adults who could appreciate each other outside of weird territorial bitch fighting, our parents split for good and we more or less lost touch.

here’s the thing tho: even though most of our sibling experience was super hostile, i still miss him!! i still look back with a lot of “what if’s,” and i wonder about the person he is today! i’m still sometimes hit by some random memory and realize that he’s only person who would possibly be able to understand what it was like to live it! i think about throwing scissors at his head with an inexplicable fondness that is frankly... very confusing. he is a DAD now which is mind-blowing to me and i would dearly love to meet his kid.

and all this just came up for me because i reached out to him last week for the first time in ages, and we had a really really lovely chat. he’s doing so well. i’m so happy for him. the grown-up version of my brother is someone i think i could really like. so in retrospect, it is now INCREDIBLY OBVIOUS why the core notion of the umbrella academy siblings reconnecting after more than a decade apart -- and the layers of resentfulness and hostility and affection and regret and tentative hopefulness that come with that -- might resonate with me?????? THREE CHEERS FOR SELF AWARENESS Y’ALL

#this is like.... a whole therapy session in and of itself lol #in summary:#SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS ARE SO FUCKIN WEIRD #personal #the umbrella academy #tua #hargreeves siblings #what a hyperspecific way to find myself through media #also plz don't worry about the 'homicide' bit i promise that when i threw the scissors i missed

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m0ricake · 2 years

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The Hargreeves siblings should get therapy together and in the last session they get to go back in time when Reginald was alive and beat him to death.

Just as a little treat ya know? They deserve it.

#there's an alternate timeline where this is the reason why Reginald died #the umbrella academy #tua #hargreeves siblings #too lazy to tag ahh

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petersthree · 4 years

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So I was looking at @themadnerdwithahat‘s responses to an Umbrella Academy/Lucifer crossover and now I just cannot stop thinking about what a crossover with these two shows would be like.

Lucifer projects onto EVERY. SINGLE. HARGREEVES. SIBLING. He sees Vanya? “Oh sweetheart, of course your father would do that, fathers are such pricks, aren’t they?” Luther? “Of course your father would do that, fathers are such pricks aren’t they?” Five? “Ah so you disobeyed your father and got stuck in Hell? Seems rather familiar. Fathers are such pricks, aren’t th-”

@ginnxtonic and @dykerory and I were talking about it bc I pull my friends into my clownery, but like...while Klaus and Lucifer are an obvious choice, we’d like to raise you something else: Luther & Lucifer

Seriously though, think about it. Luther and Lucifer both having dysphoria on their bodies and when Lucifer sees Luther he’s just like Oh, you are magnificent and Luther has someone who just straight up does not care what his body looks like.

Also I mean like....baby bi Luther looking around and stammering when he’s trying to figure out which Hargreeves sibling Lucifer is flirting with and being very surprised when he realizes it’s him

As per the ask, Trixie sees Five and she just goes, “Oh, kid, my age, let’s be friends!” and Five wants none of it. At a certain point he’s just like, “I’m a 58-year-old assassin in this body, okay? Not exactly trying to be friends with any teenagers,” and Trixie is just like “lmao so?? My best friend is a thousands-old demon what is your point?” Five: “I quite literally do not have a rebuttal for that.”

I feel like Diego would attach himself to Dan in a very Patch-esque way and now Dan has a knife-throwing vigilante following him around but this time it’s Diego who’s Patch and trying to teach Dan good investigative skills lolol

Also Dan meets Lila at one of their investigations and his introduction to her is her using her power mirroring to curve knives into like 5 criminals and then make out with Diego before leaving and Dan is just like “oh god you guys have a Maze too”

idk what this would be exactly but Lucifer and Allison definitely try to see if their desire vs rumoring powers work on each other (they both work, and it’s a Disaster)

Ella and Ben are buddies. <3 <3 <3 Ben LOVES hearing her talk about sci-fi, forensics, etc. and she has SO many questions about being a ghost lmao. At this point she knows Azrael is an angel so she’s like “Hey! I finally ACTUALLY have a ghost friend!!!”

Poor Linda. The Hargreeves all go to therapy and she is at. A loss with them. She tells Lucifer once that she doesn’t know how, but they’re a more dysfunctional family than Lucifer’s.

Seriously though, Klaus is in her session and she’s like, “Okay, he hears vo-wait-*checks notes*-Klaus you see ghosts, who are you talking to right now?” “Oh, just my dead brother Ben.” “Your WHAT” He manifests Ben and poor Linda almost jumps out of her seat. After a while they do private sessions where Klaus is outside and Ben is manifested because Linda insists that yes, Ben needs therapy too.

Diego will not stop talking about their mom and Linda is trying to dig deep and asks how their parents met (because she, quite frankly, can’t figure out why Grace was with Reginald) and Diego just casually goes, “Oh he built her. Based off a model of his own wife from the 1960s.”

It’s also Linda who brings up the fact that their father would have had to have been like....very old to have still been around in 2019 and she asks if he time travels like Five, to which Five goes, “I....didn’t think about that before.” (Trying to ask why Ben ages as a ghost also led to shrugs from Ben and Klaus)

She suggests family therapy. Once. It ended with Diego throwing knives everywhere, Klaus drinking next to her and arguing with Ben (she thinks, because he’s still not manifesting him), Five zipping around the room yelling out different complaints he has, Allison yelling for everyone to calm down or she’ll have to rumor them (only to then immediately start arguing with Five), and Luther sobbing apologies into Vanya’s lap while Vanya makes direct tired eye contact with Linda. They don’t do family therapy again.

#the umbrella academy #tv: lucifer #lucifer #janie has headcanons #long post for ts

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lochrannn · 3 years

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AU-gust: Escaping the Family

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prompt no 6: Gaming

Characters: Lila Pitts, Diego Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves

Relationship: Lila Pitts/Diego Hargreeves

This is by far the weirdest birthday Lila has ever had.

She’s in a new city in a foreign country, she’s in an escape room for the first time in her life, and she’s somehow ended up in a team with six bickering adult siblings and their teenage brother, who were apparently all born on the same day as her.

This, she finds completely unbelievable, though why they would lie, just to make use of the promotional free admission to people born on the first of October is entirely beyond her.

They’re all wearing stickers with Hello, my name is _______ and their handwritten name printed on them, though Lila feels it’s a little superfluous, as everyone except for her already knows each other, and she was also instantly annoyed when the little twerp in the pretentious school uniform wrote ‘Five’ on his name badge and his siblings are apparently indulging him.

Whatever, she’s not here to argue with a teenager. She’s really not too sure why she’s here at all.

Maybe she was feeling a little low and lonely when she passed the building and saw the ad for the birthday special, but now she's not too sure why she thought this was a good place to meet new people.

Currently she’s quickly losing her cool watching these complete strangers make an absolute pig’s ear of things.

The boy, Five, apparently, is sitting at an antique looking bureau trying to fiddle with something and swatting his brother Ben away, whenever he’s trying to help or interfere, she’s not entirely certain which.

The two siblings who look like models or influencers or something like that, Allison and Klaus are in another corner of the room and flicking small marbles up against the ceiling, though Lila is completely in the dark as to why, and going off their constant criticising of each other’s aim, they’re not doing a particularly good job.

The remaining three siblings Vanya, Luther, and Diego are huddled together in yet another corner, arguing over a scrap of paper and the presumed meaning of the words written on it, though it’s mostly devolved into hissed threats of bodily harm between the two bigger brothers and exasperated eye-rolling from Vanya.

Nobody has paid any attention to Lila in a solid fifteen minutes.

She’d take it personally if it weren’t for the fact that the only reason they seem to be interacting with each other is so they can make snide remarks about their lack of success with their respective tasks.

Lila decides that she’s had enough.

“Jesus Christ, you people are by far the most dysfunctional family I’ve ever come across and I should know, my parents were murdered in a botched robbery when I was four!”

By the end of her outburst she is shouting and now a pin could be heard if it were dropped.

The little wanker in the knee high socks is the first to break the silence, “Thought this was an escape room not a therapy session for traumatized orphans.”

“Hey, Five, don’t be mean to the nice crazy lady!” Diego, who she’s admittedly has had a bit of an eye on, jumps in, but right now the last thing Lila needs is some arsehole pretty boy white-knighting her, so she levels him with the deadliest glare she can manage and to her satisfaction he withers a little and doesn’t say anything else.

The rest of them just stare at her with differing levels of disbelief.

“Right!” Lila says with a determination that she’s mostly using to cover up the sudden awkwardness, “this might not have occurred to you, but can I suggest that we work together as a team and maybe try and solve the puzzles together?” She tries to keep the sarcasm in her voice to a minimum.

The siblings give each other slightly confused looks as if working together may be the furthest thing from their minds.

In the end Vanya is the first to break and says, “We’ve got a message here and I’m quite certain that it’s in Greek, though Diego says it’s Latin and Luther says it’s Russian. Does anyone have an idea what to do with this?”

Five gets up in a huff, storms over to unceremoniously take the note out of Vanya’s hand and then mumbles, “This is definitely ancient Greek, nice spot Vanya! Give me a minute, I think I can translate it.”

Ben, who has now finally got a chance to look at what Five was fiddling with at the bureau, calls out to the rest of them, “There’s two overlaying circle plaques here with the letters A to G in lower case and capital letters on them. There’s also some random small b’s and hashtags strewn in.”

“Let me see!” Vanya comes over to Ben excitedly, seemingly having had an idea. “Oh yeah, that’s a circle of fifths. Hold on we just have to turn it like this to get the right parallel modes together -”

There’s a click and one of the draws opens and Ben reaches in and presents a key to the rest of the group.

Lila is a bit surprised herself at how effective her little tantrum seems to have been.

“Ooh! Ooh! Do us next!” Klaus says with a little enthusiastic clap, looking expectantly at Lila, as if she’s done anything beyond merely pointing out that they should work together.

Allison, next to him, gives him a look that is mostly just an eyebrow lift, but Lila doesn’t need to have grown up with siblings to know that this is probably a very frequent expression between the two of them. Then Allison turns to the room at large and starts explaining, “There’s a small hole up there in the ceiling and we’re pretty certain there’s another switch inside it and there were these conveniently placed marbles that look like they just about fit through the hole, but we've missed everytime so far. I don’t know, maybe Five could get on Luther’s shoulders and see if he can reach it that way…” Allison trails off looking up at the ceiling.

“Show me?” Diego says slightly hesitantly, having kept quiet since Lila had put him in his place with a look.

He walks over to his brother and sister, takes one of the marbles from Allison, flicks it up at the ceiling without much hesitation, and hits the ceiling just next to the tiny hole in the wood panelling.

Without a word Klaus hands him another marble and Diego flicks this one up as well, manages to hit the hole and there’s another click from one of the draws in the bureau.

Ben reaches in and pulls out another key with a delighted, “Aha!”

In the end they get out using the two keys on the locks on the door and punching the code that Five deciphered from the Greek message into the additional keypad.

And then Lila suddenly finds herself out on the cold pavement, her quasi teammates a little way off, apparently arguing over where to go for food, though she’s trying strenuously not to eavesdrop, as now, after she was trying to get away from them as fast as possible, she feels a little forlorn.

She’s pulling the edges of her coat more tightly around herself while she’s wondering whether to try and catch a bus or splash out on a taxi for the occasion of her birthday, when Diego separates from his siblings and wanders over to her, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.

“We’re… uh… we’re going for some food, d’you wanna come with?” he asks uncertainly, pulling a hand out to point a thumb over his shoulder towards his family.

Lila looks around him to where the five grown-ups and the teenager are apparently in the middle of a heated argument, and though a moment ago she felt oddly lonely, the thought of spending the rest of the evening with their constant bickering feels like a little much after all.

It seems Diego recognises the dilemma playing out on her face because he crosses his arms, looks down at his boot where he’s kicking at nothing on the pavement, and mumbles, “Or I could ditch them and you and I go out for a drink?”

Lila would have probably said yes anyway, but the shy smile on his face when he finally looks back up at her is stupidly irresistible.

“Won’t your siblings miss you for your birthday dinner?” Lila asks sincerely, though she hopes he’ll say they won’t.

“Eh, we meet up every first Sunday of the month, so I’ll see them at the weekend anyway,” he offers with a shrug.

“Well, do you know of anywhere where I can get a decent pint around here, then?” Lila asks with a bright smile on her face and a small flutter in her chest.

#au_gust_2021 #fanfic #tua #the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #dielila #diego x lila #diego/lila #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #lochrannn lxd au challenge

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sunsetsintandem · 3 years

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Headcanon that each of the Hargreeves siblings had a different schedule from their siblings.

Luther's would have been more focused on his strength + diplomacy + public speaking since he was probably the face of The Umbrella Academy. Later on, he asked Reginald to add more advanced physics, mathematics and astronomy to it.

For Diego, it was accuracy + speech therapy + physics and mathematics. Dear old Reggie thought they might help Diego improve the use of his powers.

Allison knows 7 languages, so there's that. I bet Reginald tried to see if she could access her powers by writing or signing something. That is language + public speaking + politics + extra combat training.

Since Klaus' powers were mostly "useless", I imagine Hargreeves had him practiced martial arts twice as much as the rest of his sibs so he wouldn't be a liability. Extra combat training + forensics + languages + mediumship/channeling the dead + something with psychic senses.

Five did, primarily, physics and mathematics. He did gymnastics at some point (no, I don't accept criticism). So, physics + mathematics + gymnastics + geography + Reggie probably had him learn how to solve codes and the likes.

Ben didn't do extra combat training because of The Horror. Instead, Reggie focused more on teaching him control. He had like self-control classes + biology + anatomy + training sessions where he had to call forth The Horror.

For Vanya, it's obviously music. It was primarily violin, but he had her learned other instruments as well. She was taught more "adult-ish" things since Reginald had her practically shadowing him (she was there during training, keeping score of the time and the likes).

They all had history, math, physics, chemistry, first aid, anatomy, and martial arts training (except for Vanya in the last two, she had extra practice for her music).

#the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #headcanon #theumbrellaacademy #tua #sir reginald hargreeves #reginald hargreeves

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seancekitsch · 4 years

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Drew: Klaus Hargreeves x Reader Smut

Warning: canon talks of drugs/addiction, alcohol consumption, 80s movies, unprotected sex, two flawed people smangin

Little continuation of Prize Buck

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“But no— no! You never told me what you were like.” He almost laughs, or maybe he does. But it sounds more like a cough or a sob. That’s what drinking everclear will do to you. The liquor so strong it could tear the nail polish off both of your nails right now if you spilled it; the very bottle you were passing back and forth tonight. It was high time you bought one of these bottles of the strong shit. Klaus had been screaming in his sleep lately. You knew he had a good grasp on his abilities, even enough to conjure Ben long enough for you to see him half a minute. But sometimes in his sleep is when they got to him. Both of you had come to the conclusion if he got good and plastered he could probably sleep through the night without you waking up or having to soothe him and remind him to ground himself. Wine made him too handsy and he never actually got to sleep when he got his hands on you, beer made him feel full and sleepy before he was drunk enough to block them out. Liquor depended on the night, and if one of his siblings tried to stop by. Sometimes when they came by he could be tipsy and sleep without screaming; other times they seemed to exacerbate it without meaning to. So everclear was tonight’s test. It was like taking a razor to your esophagus, but he needed to find some way to control his abilities while he slept in his own way, in his own time.

You hadn’t really spoken about what life was like for you before meeting Klaus in the clinic. Sure, he knew the gist— disgraced anthropologist has a mental breakdown on amphetamines and ruins literal years of research for herself and six of her colleagues— but he didn’t know what your life was like. What you were like. For the past hour, you’ve been reminiscing on the circumstances in which your friendship formed. All the group therapy sessions you hadn’t taken seriously. The week where you were too sick and lethargic he spoon fed you soup and spilled most of it down your shirt. The good times.

“I guess I was cool. I- I don’t know. I really liked. Still like music. Got to touch a lot of old things. I only ended up in one magazine cover story.” Your fingers wrap around the bottle, grimacing at the smell before finishing, “Unlike you, Mr. Celebrity.”

You can hear the scoff come from beside you as glass comes to lips, warm liquor to tongue.

“Hey! Unfair. I was no Drew Barrymore. Plus, she never had to wear that mask in public.” He waits to continue until after you’ve swallowed and put it back down to continue talking, and runs his hand up your calf. You still had yet to buy any kitchen furniture, and Klaus kept swearing he would take some from the academy, so instead of the couch or mattress you sat on the counter, bare legs dangling against the lower cabinets while he leaned up next to you. The building had no air conditioning, and on a hot evening like this, the two of you had to clamber into the small kitchen to take in any of the breeze that the old and rusting window unit could provide. Hence, your bare legs. Shorts season struck early this year because even his family using time travel could not stop global warming.

“I bet you were one of the best. You’re smart, you’re always so modest” He says with an off handed flick of his wrist that ended with his fingertips catching on the neck of the bottle where yours also rested, “You know, you would have made a great Drew Barrymore.”

The shift in his tone tells you exactly what he’s thinking without even having to look in his eyes. Instead, your eyes had shifted to the neck of the bottle on the counter between you. It was amazing how even though you’d been carnal with your roommate, that he still sent shockwaves up your spine like you’d stuck a fork in a socket. It was hard not to focus and watch his hands as they traced patterns only he could see in the expanses of skin pulled taught around bone and muscle.

“You’re just saying that,” you chuckle.

“No, really,” his fingers travel up your own, reaching each knuckle and paying special attention to wiggle each ring on the way up, “ or at least we could have made a great Two Coreys. ‘Do all kinds of stuff, like fight vampire bikers to INXS, learn to drive a car, switch bodies with an elderly professor to impress the popular girl at school, go on a tropical vacation... doesn’t that all sound fun for us?”

“You forgot the one where they play brothers that swap partners at the organized crime ski lodge and there’s an alarming amount of horseback riding accidents,” you provide, challenging him and his pop culture knowledge. His eyes are sharp on you, gaze making you feel naked in his presence.

“Mmmmm, no. Just testing you,” Klaus hums, and the conversation dies in a way that’s comfortable. More the Notebook than Shakespeare, you note. But your roommate’s body doesn’t mimic the nonchalance of the words flowing away from you. He squeezes your knuckles before slipping the bottle from your loose grasp, taking it to the head as he shifts to turn himself more so that now his torso is pressed between your legs to face you. He is sweaty and shirtless, and you know your knees will peel off of him when you try to spread your legs further. Which, by the way he’s looking at you, they will be spreading further.

Everything about Klaus’ movements has this theatrical weight to it. Klaus is a big person, not in mass or size like his brother, but in the energy his movements cast. It’s like watching a production. His heart is no muscle, but the core of a planet drawing others into his orbit, compiling the cast of characters. His touch is magnetic and burning all at once, directing the action. As submissive as he can be, you’d be a marionette in his grasp if he asked of you. That being said, there’s beautiful choreography in the way he tilts the bottle back and gulps once, twice despite the burn. Commanding stage presence in the heavy fall of his arm followed by percussion when the glass bottle clangs on the counter just behind the curve of your ass. An unspoken monologue in his eyes as he leans down into you, snagging plump lips on your own.

He tastes fucking disgusting is your first thought, but that fades to more, more, more. You grab onto his shoulders, the sheen of sweat familiar and matching your own, and pull him in as close as you can. There’s a point when you get so close to a person you can pretend you’re one, but for now you’ll settle with scooting to the edge of the counter to press yourself up flush against him despite the heat. There’s a brief moment where he stops, but it’s only to help you out of your shirt. The damp thin material peels off of you and reveals your chest, then your skin reunites with his. His warm dog tags press into your chest, now their own form of a kiss, as your mouths meet again hungrier this time. His hands find purchase at your ass, glide all the way to the top of your denim shorts. It’s quick and easy the way his fingers slide to the front and up to cup your chest. The way he squeezes is rough, but not hard. He grasps at your skin like it was meant for him, and maybe it was. That wasn’t too far fetched to think with the way you responded to him. You moan in earnest into his mouth with each of his squeezes and the ministrations of his fingers.

Your hands travel from his biceps to his hair to his shoulder blades and repeat, tracing a route that makes his skin tingle despite the staleness of the room. He mumbles something against your teeth, something that sounds like ‘need you’ but you don’t need to understand what he said to know you and he both want your hands to travel south. Your fingertips kiss his chest, his nipples, his ribs, and then fall to the hem of his pants (your pants, some flimsy tie dyed things you bought at one of those woowoo stores that sold a lot of incense and wind chimes) before you pull your hands from him all together. His strangled whine all but dies in response when your hands fumble with his and move them down to the button on your shorts, effectively telling him to do away with them. You break the kiss again to lean your head back on the cupboard behind you, and lift your hips as best you can without sliding off the counter. He’s slow to remove them, both because of how they stick to you and because he’s vexing. Once they hit your calfs, you wiggle them off yourself before settling your bare ass back on the edge of the counter and sitting up straight again.

“Commando? You slut!” He exclaims with a devilish smile, and you have half a mind to hit him. But instead, you settle for returning the favor, much easier for you to give a strong yank and his (your) pants are also around his ankles.

“Commando? You slut too!” You echo, and you both laugh and you crane your neck smash your lips back onto his.

You’re both dizzy and laughing, and it makes it all that much easier for him to ease into you. Sliding slowly, Klaus is met with little resistance. You yourself are aroused and soaking, the norm for your body when Klaus is close to you like this. Your body easily reacts to him, and you like to think his body is equally as receptive to you. He stays like that for a beat, making sure you’re comfortable with the angle and everything, before ramming back into you as one of his hands hits the cupboard behind your head to stabilize himself. Your legs wrap around his waist and meet cross ankled at the small of his back, angling to help push him all that much deeper into you.

This is different, you think, than all the other times. Sure, Klaus is setting the pace for once instead of you, but that’s not it. Maybe it’s because of your talking even minimally about your past. Letting him peek over the wall you held near and dear. You viewed yourself before the clinic as someone who no longer exists. A dead relative that sits on your shoulders. Or maybe it just was the rocking motion and your ass catching the corner over and over sure to welt and melting pain into the pleasure. It’s like you’re lost at sea, and Klaus is both the life raft and the storm. He’s all hands and hips and whimpers against your neck.

He fucks the thoughts out of your head, and thus the words out of your mouth. You’re not used to him being in charge like this. This is easily the quietest you’ve ever been with him, but it’s not for lack of enjoyment. No, this is heavenly. Every whimper, every moan... because of what you— what your body does to him. Absolutely musical. A cacaphony only heightened by the tempo of your heaving chest, the tightness of your core already threatening to burst.

Your legs tighten around his back, pulling him so close that his thrusts hit deep, deep as they can go and he never fully pulls out of you. It’s more of a deep grind into your cunt, and each roll of his hips earns a high pitched whine from you and a low grunt from him. This feels good.

He slows down considerably, taking the time to savor feeling you squeeze him as he slowly works you both to and over the edge. He’s in no rush when it feels like this.

You, though, you’re teetering. On both the physical counter and the precipice of ecstasy. Any thrust now and you’ll be shaking and sobbing and drenching him, but you foolishly try to hang on because it’s unclear if Klaus is as close as you are or if he has any tricks up his sleeve.

A shuddering breathy moan against your jawline alerts you; no, he is as close as you are. You bear down, changing the angle just so, but in a way that hits the perfect spot, and you scream. You scream so unexpectedly you surprise yourself as you feel your body overcome and surrender to a shaking, intense orgasm.

The way you tighten and shiver against him triggers his own, and he stills inside you as deep as he can go, and shakes as well. A moan escapes past his lips in a strangled cry, and then he goes quiet. savoring this feeling.

Instead of pulling out, he stands there holding you. He reaches one of his hands down though, the same one that was against the cupboard near your head, to grasp your calf. He half assedly begins to knead his thumb and middle finger on each side of the muscle, easing any tension or stiffness that might have occurred while you were holding him so tightly against you. This is so tender. This is closeness. You lean forward towards him with your hands draped onto his shoulders, letting him catch you as post sex exhaustion begins to creep it’s way behind your eyes. But for Klaus it seems to come so naturally. It’s almost an absent afterthought of an action while he kisses your cheek, your jawline, your earlobe.

“You, dear Fraulien, have earned yourself a bed frame,” Klaus announces in a whisper against the shell of your ear. If you weren’t on the brink of slumber, you could have sworn he had a twinge of a German accent.

“What?”

“I’m going to buy you a bed frame,” he punctuates it with a kiss this time. You have to laugh. Shutting your eyes feels so good while laying in his arms.

“You’re going to buy it?”

“Well, there’s probably a good one somewhere at the Academy. One with a nice headboard. Only the best for my partner to handcuff me to.”

Partner.

You’re wide awake again.

Klaus sleeps peacefully tonight.

#my work #klaus hargreeves smut #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus x reader #prize buck series

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idkwriteshitdown · 4 years

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Their Refrigerator Looked Like it Belonged to the Proud Mom of a Six Year Old Child.

Summary: The Hargreeves siblings adjust to living together in the future.

Words: 1229

(ao3 link)

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It started off as a joke. Diego had drawn a particularly unflattering picture of Five after he flashed halfway down the stairs, fell down the rest of them, threw up and passed out on the foyer.

The picture in question was a crude drawing of a small figure dressed in the Umbrella Academy uniform lying on the floor with a bottle of alcohol next to it. There was also drawn on the ground a puddle of what was probably vomit. To top it all off there were stink lines coming off everything in the picture as well as a speech bubble that said, “I am stupid” written in blocky letters. Diego was very proud of his work. The next morning while his siblings were eating breakfast and Five was nursing his hangover with coffee Diego was finishing his masterpiece.

“Yah know Di,” Klaus said looking over his shoulder. “You’ve got some promise.”

“Thank you.” Diego said tongue sticking out in concentration as he shaded in the background.

Luther looked over the table at the paper. “I like the stink lines,” He said through a mouthful of eggs.

“Ew that’s gross. Close your mouth.” Klaus said as he shoved a piece of toast in his mouth.

“What? You have food in your mouth right now.” Luther pointed. “Do you not see how hypocritical that is?”

“Both of you guys are disgusting.” Allison walked over putting out a plate of bacon. Luther wilted while Klaus laughed snagging one from the plate. “What are you drawing? Oh my gosh is that Five?” Allison giggled covering her mouth.

Five, who had been sipping his coffee and pointedly ignoring the conversation surrounding his more juvenile brothers looked up. “Is that who?” He popped over to Diego before grasping his head in pain. Swearing under his breath he grabbed on to the back of Diego’s chair straightening himself up and looked at the picture. The siblings waited in silence to see his reaction.

Five frowned. “What the fuck.” He lunged for the paper but Diego pushed himself out of the seat and held it out of reach. “Give it here.” He growled.

“No.” He said backing up. “Dr. Huffman said that I should practice drawing out my feelings. You’ll just destroy it.”

Dr. Huffman was his therapist. Actually Dr. Huffman was all of their therapists. Shortly after arriving back to the present day Vanya suggested that they all go see a therapist. ‘Dad had done a number on all of us and a therapist would be good for all of us to work out our issues,’ she had said. There was a lot of push back from the members of the family. Five thought there was nothing wrong with him. Klaus thought there was nothing that could be done that court mandated therapy didn’t already do. Luther was scared that they would bring up his now dead relationship with his sister. And Diego really didn’t want to see a therapist again. He had his introduction with the guys in the asylum in ‘63 and while he wasn’t scared he never wanted to see one again.

In the end it was Allison who first agreed to therapy. It was the shaming, guilting, and pestering that finally got the others to trickle in after her. Luther was easy to convince. He’d do almost anything Allison told him to do. Klaus was next. Turns out having your dead brother be actually dead did not do wonders for your mental health. Vanya got Five to come, who after finding out over half his siblings were seeing the same doctor, became paranoid that they were talking about him. Diego held out the longest. It took being tricked into a group therapy session for him to agree. It was also the fact that one of his siblings ratted him out to Al who said he’d kick him out of the gym if he didn’t start therapy.

Diego didn’t like therapy and he found out quickly that his stutter came back full force when ever he had to speak about the events of his childhood, much to his embarrassment. Therefore most of the sessions were spent with him stubbornly not talking. The drawing his feelings thing was a new method that Dr. Williams was having him try.

“Come on Diego. I just want to see a closer look at your drawing.” Five gave what was supposed to be a sweet smile but came off as frighteningly evil.

“I’ll draw you a new improved one with more detail,” Diego teased. He had slowly relocated himself to the other side of the table.

Five jumped up on the table and there was shrieking as the others grabbed their plates and saved what food they could. “Give me that picture,” He shouted.

“Never.” Diego ran.

“What is going on here?”

Everyone froze. “Good morning mom.” They chorused in unison.

“Good morning dears.” She smiled at them. “Five, you know you aren’t supposed to be standing on the table. Now what was all this noise about?”

Five straightened out his clothes and, with all the pose of the 58 year old man he was not acting like, stepped down off the table. “Diego was just about to show me this lovely picture he drew.” he walked over the two.

Grace looked at Diego who suddenly found his shoes very interesting. “You drew a picture? Let me see.”

Klaus snickered and Diego glared at him. “I don’t really think you need to see it.” He said. “It’s not that good.”

“Nonsense. I’m sure you’re a great artist.” She smiled at him and Five smiled smugly as Diego reluctantly handed the sheet of paper to her. “Oh this is a great drawing sweetie.”

“What?!” echoed through the room.

“Mom? Did you see what he drew?” Five asked incredulously.

“Lay off Five.” Diego beamed. “Obviously I’m a great artist. Isn’t that right Mom?”

“My little Picasso.” She reached up to ruffle Diego’s hair. “I think this would go great on the fridge don’t you think.”

Across the room the three other siblings had descended into poorly concealed laughter.

“Mom. You can’t be serious.” Five followed them to the fridge. “You aren’t going to put that on there are you?” “Yes I am. I love all the things my children create.” She placed a magnet on top of the picture and then straightened it out. Beside her Diego stuck his tongue out at him. “I better not see you remove this either. Maybe with that up there it’ll serve as a reminder for you to watch your drinking.”

The room went silent. Five watched open mouth as she left the room. Seconds later laughter erupted.

“Holy shit bro. She got you good.” Luther gasped, hunched over his food.

“Serve as a reminder? Who knew Mom was such a savage?” Klaus laughed from his spot on the floor.

“I’m sure Dr. Williams can help you work through that absolute betrayal you faced.” Allison said between giggles.

Five closed his mouth and glared at Diego who was looking at him with a shit eating grin. “This is not over”.

“Hey guys.” Vanya walked in with a yawn. She opened the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice. “What’s so funny?” she asked. She closed the fridge and stepped back towards the table before pausing and turning around again. “Is that Five?”

#the umbrella academy #tua #fanfic #drabble #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves

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dawnwriterimagines · 4 years

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Stay with Me: Luther Hargreeves (2)

Request: Vanya hurts the reader instead of Allison; Luther and the others find them and the reader is dying. Lots of Angst!

Warning(s): Lots of Angst, Blood, Grief, etc.

"Can't you drive a little bit faster?"

Luther leaned in from the backseat, impatiently looking over to Five, who clutched the steering wheel. Already hitting over 90 on a small road off the highway that was probably only permitting anything below 30 on the speed limit.

"Ask me again," Five sighed. "And I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter."

Luther huffed, sitting back into his seat, glancing between his brothers. His palms were sweating, his hands were shaking, something was wrong, he needed you, he needed to know you were okay. "I just--somethings not right. Can you just press on the gas?" He said now, visibly alittle more lenient, just worriedly staring out of the window. The sun had set and stars were igniting the dark purple sky, it was your favorite time of day, when you could see the stars.

Diego glanced at his brother, before tapping on Five's seat. "How much longer?"

"No more than ten minutes, tops." Five then complied with Luther's wishes, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal until the car was going well over 120.

Luther visibly relaxed, closing his eye's for a moment, then opening them. He balled up his fists, the audible crinkle of paper stopped him however, he straightens and looks down before taking the narrow pieces of paper from his sleeve. His expression softens, he stares down at the tickets he had bought not too long ago, to Paris. Maybe if the world wasn't ending, you two could finally...live, together. He wouldn't disappoint you this time.

He pocketed the tickets before clasping his hands together, painfully squeezing to get rid of the burning feeling setting in his chest.

●

Allison's eyes were cloudy, swollen from crying for hours, she gasped out as she hauled your limp body another inch before collapsing. She had been able to get your body out of the house, but every move only pained you further, she finally collapsed as you begged hoarsely. "Allison, ally! Please," you wheezed, breathlessly, crying silently as blood continued to seep through your fingers. "Stop," you sucked in a breath.

Allison fell to her knees, a loose cloth from the couch pressed into your bloody chest, she whimpered lowly. "I-i'm s-s-sorry," she winced at every sound that flooded her throat, stopping with a hand over the side of her neck where she was bleeding profusely, her eyes dropping as she began to feel dizzy. She groaned, then looking down at you, where your eye's had began to dull, staring upwards. "N-no, (y/n), d-don't--" she leaned over her sister, stroking your cheeks to coax you awake, your vision fading in and out.

"Ally..." you muttered, a thin strand of blood ran down the side of your left nostril, your eye's crossed and Allison took your hand, holding it tight to her lips as she gathered you in her arms. "Where's--where's....V-Vanya," you struggled to say the words, your body spasms faintly, pain blossoming through your limbs as your toes go number and your legs lay limp.

Allison presses her lips together, closing her eyes at the mention of their sister, who betrayed them, who hurt the both of you. How could you still be concerned for Vanya's safety of all things when she left you like this? She doesn't answer, she can't. First, because she's physically incapable with the slice to the throat and secondly she had no idea where Vanya was now, but her first guess would be they were going back to Harold Jenkins place.

She instead, strokes the sides of your face, shakily wiping the blood from your chin and along your paling cheeks. She didn't want to lose you, she couldn't, you've been with her through everything. What would she tell her daughter? Who adored you, who she had made her Godmother, what would she do then? God, what would Luther do?

Allison let out a sob, hugging you to her chest, she couldn't even stand, they'd never make it to the car, you couldn't even take a step without crumbling. She couldn't just leave you either, she'd never do that, so she waited and as your breathing labored, your body shivering as blood pooled around the wooden planked flooring. Allison leaned her head against yours, her mouth opening and nothing left, she grimaced at the vibrations she had tried to create. But, she needed to try, she needed to let you be ok, "I--I heard...a r-r-rumor..." she could see your eye's begin to cloud over, a white glaze that washed over your pupils. "...that y-y-you...you're gonna be fine. You're gonna...gon' be o-ok," your eye's were glazed over, but she wasn't sure if it was from her power anymore.

The night air blew through her curls as she leaned over you, panting heavily as her eyes grew heavy, she stroked the side of your face. Your lips curved up fairly try before dropping, your skin was so pale, so cold now. "N-no...! No, please," Allison cried out as she felt her wound tear, but she still begged as she now laid beside you. Her hands shook you to stay awake, sniffling as she knew you didn't have much time left. "I'm--I'm sorry," Allison breathed, laying her head on your shoulder now, her hand pressing down weakly on your bleeding chest. She could hardly breathe, taking one painful breath after the other, and all she could do now is lay here with you until you were found.

It was moments later, Allison was on the verge of blacking out, when there was a sudden shout, a vibration along the wooden boards up to the both of you.

Finally...

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The car came to a halt as the lights of the cabin illuminated the area, but Five narrowed his eyes driving up closer as there was no car in sight. "Harold's not here."

"What are you talking about, this is the place," Klaus brought up the police report copy, Five rolled his eye's, waving it off.

"Yes, I know that. But there's no car, Allison's call isn't here either." Five drove up further.

Luther sighed impatiently. "Well they have to be somewhere, let's go inside, maybe there's clues!" He hastily opened up the car door, just as Diego caught sight of the porch.

"Oh, god..." He breathed before pushing the door open and running towards the cabin.

Klaus finally could see and follwed. "Oh no!"

Luther rushed to the cabin, Diego racing towards the steps in front until he caught sight of the scene in front of them. "No...no!" He cried, pushing past Diego and collapsing to his knees in front of your limp body. "(Y/n), (y/n) hey, baby," he raised you up in his arms, your head limply hung to the side. "No, no! Please, (y/n)," his eyes burned at the sight of your bloody, broken body. His right hand shaking as it held the soaked cloth over your bloody middle, your breathing was so faint. "Oh god, oh god, oh god please, no! No!" He held you close, breathing heavily before lifting you in his arms, your skin was so cold, your eye's fluttered open.

Klaus came up, his eyes reddening, mouth agape at the state of his family, he was leaned over Luther, a hand on his shoulder, until the man began rushing back to the car. "Wha--oh shit, god no. Oh je--we have to get them back to the house!" He leaned over Allison as Luther took you to the car, his body shaking as he struggled to keep himself together.

"I couldn't--, I couldn't--," Allison gasped out, her eyes crossed in exhaustion as Diego carefully lifted her, Diego shushed her, quickly making his way to the car as Klaus opened his side door.

"We know, we know. It's gonna be ok, Allison," Diego assured her as he climbed into the car.

Five was already behind the wheel, pressing down on the gas as his own eyes blurred with angry tears, he couldn't stop his family from getting hurt, he came back to save them! And he couldn't protect them! He stepped on the gas, turning the wheel forcefully, they needed to get home and fast!

During the car ride, Luther ripped away his coat and wrapped you in its stifling warmth, hoping to keep you warm, but your body still shivered. He rubbed your shoulder, while your body was tucked into his chest as you sat across his lap, "We're heading home, you're gonna be ok, baby," he said, using his left hand to hold his coat in place over your chest as a desperate attempt to stifle the blood loss, the other caressing the side of your face. "Hey, (y/n), baby, look at me. You can't close your eyes ok?" He tilted your chin up, your head leaning on his shoulder, "You don't have to talk, ok? Just listen, stay awake," he tried to hold himself together, his body was shaking, he didn't know what to do or how to fix this.

All this blood. His pants were warm, his hands are sticky with your blood, draining from your body like a running faucet.

"Come on, (y/n)," Klaus turned in his seat, feigning one of his go lucky smiles Luther used to hate so much, "I thought you wanted go hear about my therapy session last week? I'll tell you now, that man was a mess, he spent more time talking about his problems more than my own. But then I took his, um, his car! And pawned it," Klaus produced a half-hearted laugh, you visibly produced a breath of humour, causing him to continue. "But, ya know I didn't make much, it was a rusty old thing, barely worth a grand."

"You're...hopeless..." You breathlessly spoke.

Luther adjusted you in his arms, relaxing slightly, happy to see you could still speak at least. He was thankful for once, for Klaus' humour, having never truly appreciated it.

Klaus leaned against the seat, his eyes on your pale skin and darkening eyes. "Yeah, yep, I am," he snickered lightly, his expression flickering as his eye's watered once more. "Yeah, you're right. But, I said it first."

You hummed, amused as Klaus laughed faintly with you.

Diego then pitched in, holding tight to Allison, who had her hand tightly looped with yours. "(y/n), hey, sis," Your eye's flickered over to Diego, "I still got a few tricks to show you, ya know. You're shit with the knife still," he said, turned away from you, snickering lightly while you snorted weakly.

"Gee, thanks," you breathed, a smile settled on our face. "Your...teaching is...just bad,," you finished, than humming a laugh as Klaus and Luther chuckle while Diego gave you a half-hearted glare.

Five looked up through the mirror. "Keep her up for ten more minutes. We're almost--," he looks at you, your eyelids fluttering. "Hey! Hey, (y/n)," Luther rubs your shoulder, coaxing you up. "We're almost home," he says directly to you, as calmly as he could.

You nodded, a faint movement he hardly caught.

Everyone tried to keep you up, Luther trying to hold himself together as you soon stopped talking altogether, only blinking or a light smile to show you were listening.

Then, you stopped responding, your eye's were still open so Klaus had assumed you were listening. All of a sudden, you stilled, Klaus paused, Allison sitting up after a few seconds and putting a hand over yours. When you didn't give any indication of response, she panicked, shaking your arm and that's when everyone realized what had happened.

●

"We're safe here for a bit," Leonard said, putting his keys on the table, shrugging off his coat.

Vanya stepped inside his home, numb as her hands were stiff with dried blood, her eyes with bags from the long ride and constant reminder of her betrayal to her sisters. Her body shivered with each step, her cheeks stained with tears that had gone on for hours.

"Can't stay long," Leonard continued, unfazed by the previous events. "We've gotta pack our things," he said.

Then fully turning to Vanya, her silence as she stared at her feet, "Vanya," he walked over to her, "Vanya," he said again, she didn't answer, she couldn't, a dead stare into a void he knew she must must be haunted by. "Let's clean you up." He took her hand, looking at the blood crusted along her hands and her clothes.

She followed him to the tub, when he ran the water, she sat down inside, the warm water did little to ease her. Even as Leonard--or was it Harold-- washed her bloody palms with a rag to the soothe her shaking bones.

"Your family," Leonard began, "they'll be coming for us soon," he said. When she said nothing, only still looking forwards, lost in the repeating memory of you falling in her arms, blood flooding your chest. "It's ok," he breathed against her. "You don't have to worry, we're a team now." He assured her. She blinked at the word, her eyes blurring once again with tears.

"Vanya! I made you this!" You ran down the hallway, clad in your umbrella academy costume, everyone was on their way to a mission. You had a mask in your hand, one exactly like everyone else's, Vanya hadn't received one before because she had no power at the time.

Vanya remembers being so emotional about it, tearing up so badly that she couldn't put the mask om right away because she'd just drown her own eyes in her tears. You gave her a walkie-talkie and shook one of your own in your hand, "Now, you can help me on missions!" You revealed, grinning widely. Wiping Vanya's eye's, you helped her put her mask on. "There! Now we're a team!"

"Take the fight to them," Leonards voice broke her out of her memory.

She spoke. For the first time in hours, "Why would they be coming for me?"

Leonard chuckles softly, "Vanya..." he breathes. "You killed (y/n)."

A flash of what she had done hits her, she flinched before shaking her head. "No, I..." she started. "I lost control." She explained. "Everything just happened so fast." She couldn't stop herself, she hadn't even known what she had done until it was too late. It was an accident. They'd understand that, right?

"I know," Leonard says, running the rag over her fingers. "I know," he repeated. "It's not your fault. You were protecting yourself."

"Vanya, vanya, I love you!"

From what? What was she protecting herself from? All they wanted to do was help, all you wanted to do was help her.

"That's not how they'll see it," Leonard continues.

"No. I'll-- I'll...I'll explain it to them." Vanya nods to herself, trying to convince herself. "Uh, I--I just need to get to them and I--I need to explain it to them."

Leonard frowned, leaning over her. "They wanna hurt you," he warned, "I'm the only one on your side who understands...just how special...you truly are."

"... (y/n) understood." A tear escapes Vanya's eye.

Leonard hums. "But, she's gone now." He reminds her.

She's silent after that, silently crying harder.

"I've known you were special since the day we met. I see it now, just as she did , as I look at your face," Leonard insists. "But they don't see it. And the only other person who did, she's gone now. But I'm still here Vanya," Leonard rubs her hands of blood, "They never have seen it, Vanya. And they never will."

She looks down at the water, having slowly turned pink, she sniffles, accepting the hard truth, the lie masked within his words.

"Say it."

She shakes her head. "I can't..."

Leonard stops, looks at her, hard. "Say it for me."

She takes a slow breath, a word she had once craved now seemingly cursed in her eyes. "I'm special."

"Say it again." He instructs, a grin spreading across his face as Vanya only sunk deeper into herself.

"I've watched everything my siblings can do, ruin their lives!"

"I'm special..."

Leonard chuckles. "Now that wasn't so hard."

●

The car comes to a screeching halt in front of the Umbrella Academy, everyone immediately piling out of the vehicle, carrying Allison's body out and Luther holds you tight in his arms. But, he hasn't moved from his spot in the car.

It's been an hour since you had gone silent, stopped breathing. Five stayed in the car, behind the wheel, gripping the leather wheel tightly and he still hasn't let go, he didn't dare look back at the back seat to see your body laying there. Luther hadn't been able to let go of you, burying his face in your neck as he cried in agony as you had passed on.

Allison had passed out after you had gone quiet, unable to deal with the reality, everyone else was in shock, thinking maybe they could make it home or to a hospital in time. But, they were too late.

Klaus and Diego left with Allison to carry her inside, hopefully Pogo and Mom would be able to make quick work to help her.

Luther is inconsolable as he finally goes inside the academy after an hour, carrying you inside and setting you down as Mom confirms you had passed on, giving a mournful kiss to your forehead as she runs a hand over your hair. She closes the infirmary doors after she had given Allison her blood transfusion from Diego. Cleaning you up from blood, she changes your clothes before letting everyone say their goodbyes as she opens the doors.

Allison wakes up later on, sitting up, hoarse breathing in as she cups the sore pain in her throat, she winced at the bandage on her neck. She hums but grimaced at the pinch that traveled up her neck, she looks around before noticing someone else in the room, two people actually. One on a gurney like her and the other sitting beside the other woman, her eyes widen as she recognizes your (h/c) hair.

Luther is at your side, holding your hand close to his face as he leans against your side, the man clearly having never left your side. Allison gasps softly in the quiet room, breathing heavily as she realizes you're gone, Luther looks up, his eyes were so dull, defeated and filled with grief.

He slowly straightens up from his spot before walking over to the woman, Allison cries as she can't take her eyes off of your body, she can't believe that you're actually... She sobs inaudibly, her chest clenching in agony, Luther comes over taking his sister into an embrace that she gladly responds to.

"No..." she gasps out, "No!"

Luther only holds her tighter, masking his own tears as the two sit in silence of their grief.

●

Klaus bursts into his room, stumbling to his bed, throwing the pillows off of it before pulling out the drawers underneath his bed frame. His eyes clouded over as he sniffles harshly, a shaky breath leaving him as he looks around for those little red and white pills he knows are hidden somewhere.

"What're you doing?" Klaus doesn't have to turn around to know Ben is speaking to him, his ghost brother, who steps into the room behind him. Ben's voice is dampened with sadness, having witnessed his sister bleed out on the way home and watched her spirit cross over. He didn't wish death on anybody, nobody is ready for it, he couldn't believe you had gone so soon as well.

"What does it look like?" Klaus stammered, he hiccups before wiping a stray tear from his face. "I'm looking for drugs!"

"Don't do it."

"I'm done listening to you!" Klaus spins around on him. "Just go away! Go away, please."

"I like the sober you," Ben admits as Klaus returns to lookin for the drugs he had apparently hid from himself. He rips through the fabric of a stuffed animal desperately while Ben frowns.

"Yeah well, sobriety's overrated." Klaus pulls out a few bagged pills from the fluff.

"Look where it's gotten you, though!" Ben points out, Klaus having met up with Sir Reginald earlier, albeit not a very informative meeting but he did it.

Klaus looks at Ben, upset. "Well, where has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me!?" He demands, "Nowhere!" He throws his hands up in exasperation. "I can't talk to the person I love. People...still don't take me seriously! The only one who did..." he paused before looking away from his brother, his hands shaking as he thought of his sister. "I can't even see (y/n)...I couldn't even say goodbye, nothing!" Klaus puts his hands to his face. "I wanna be numb again."

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becoming // five hargreeves

The Umbrella Academy - Five Hargreeves x platonic!Reader, slight angst

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A/N: did i do it right? i tried to include everything, anon, i hope you like it! also, y’all can fite me, five was alone for a hella long time, so don’t expect him to pick up on complex facial features. he knows the basics and even then can’t tell happiness from rage. fite me - he is not a great agent because he can read people, but because he’s so efficient he doesn’t need to. (also, michelle obama reference in the title? i love her.)

Summary: For a moment, there’s silence. Then, your lips part, and Five hears you say, quietly, “You never talk about the apocalypse.”

The horizon was on fire - reds bleeding into oranges, yellows cutting through both and mingling with the dark blue of the sky. The sun was setting on an unforgiving world, and this burning was recompense for it’s unyielding way of existing. For a moment, the air felt like it was choking on ash and dust and Five reached up to loosen his tie that hung around his neck like a noose.

Sunsets reminded Five of the apocalypse.

He had lived under a ravaged, on fire world for so long it felt like it was he knew. In that world, the sky had always been a very particular hue of inferno, an orange that was more yellow than red, the blues of the sky a charcoal grey, only the ends bleeding into something lighter and more soft. In the first few months, he walked and scavenged during the day, as though the natural order of how things once were meant something - as though by being active in the day, he might stumble upon some other weary soul who was also trying to live in this hellscape, this nothingness. When he met Dolores, she told him to avoid the heat and wake at night, when the sun was setting and casting this burning world in shadow. The apocalypse was easier to swallow, in the dark. But even then, he had always witnessed those sunsets. Every time he opened his eyes, the world was on fire.

Even after all those years, after taking the Handler’s offer and joining the Commission, that hadn’t changed.

The sky only looked like itself when it’s burning - the shades of baby blue didn’t look right, anymore. This world wasn’t familiar to him. Only at night, when the sun was setting, did it look like something he could remember.

But all that ash... all those years...

Part of him wanted to look away, the other part of him wanted a drink - something to quench the thirst that itched the back of his throat, something that would burn on it’s way down so that he could remember what it was like to still be alive. But he couldn’t pull his gaze away, the same way he couldn’t escape that burning future.

“Hey, Five.” You all but materialized at his side, and if Five wasn’t used to how stealthily you moved, he would have jumped. Instead, he kept his eyes forward, on that setting sun with it’s brilliant fire. He felt your gaze on him and he knew, without having to look, what you looked like - your mouth set in a careful, respectful line with all of your concern swimming in your eyes.

From the day Five had met you, your eyes betrayed you.

He had been new to the Commission, then, and you were already an agent of two years, efficient but guilt ridden. He was still getting used to looking people in the eye, and when he saw all of that pain just lying there, he couldn’t hold your gaze.

You met again, later, at the group therapy the Commission forced him into before he was ready for fieldwork (it had been covered by their insurance back then, not that insurance was something Five had understood, at the time. He had been a child and then the apocalypse turned him into something matured - not an adult who understood the workplace.). He never talked about the apocalypse, there, but through those sessions he learned to look into people’s eyes and stomach the sound of voices that weren’t his own. You had gotten him to talk, once, about the family he left behind, and after that the two of you were put on assignments together. The Commission decided you were the only one cut out to work with him - you’d been the one to get him to speak, after all.

There always seemed to be this unspoken understanding between the two of you - he could tell what you were thinking by looking into your eyes, and you knew what he was pondering by the way he carried himself and the length of his silence.

And now, in this hotel room, you were prying him open again. What secret were you looking for, this time?

You looked away from him, and Five counted to three before you spoke, your voice calculatingly light. “When we first met, I wouldn’t have thought you were the type to watch sunsets.”

“And I wouldn’t have taken you as a sniper, yet here we are.” There was a hint of a sigh in his voice, and Five blinked twice before turning to you, his attention pulled from the setting sun.

“It’s less personal, that way.” you shrugged, displacing the weight that threatened to settle on your shoulders, the reality of this life getting more normalized with each subsequent assignment. You’d come a long way from the traumatized agent you had once been, but you still had that humanity - something Five didn’t know if he ever had, let alone lost. You looked at him, again, and he felt vulnerable beneath your honest gaze. “What about you? What’s your reason? I can’t imagine you value sunsets for their romantic appeal.”

Had it been a different time of day, he would have scoffed. But the horizon was calling him again, and Five let his attention wander back to what lay beyond the window. The last of the yellows disappeared, leaving this world to night, and he breathed a little easier. When he spoke, his voice was clear and strong. “When the world ends, it’s on fire.” Five turned back to you, but he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I recognize this world when it’s burning.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, your lips parted, and Five heard you say, quietly, “You never talk about the apocalypse.”

“And you never talk about your first kill. No one ever talks about their first steps into the real world.” You were watching him intently, and Five let his eyes reach yours, his voice dropping in volume. “It only matters what you become afterward.”

Your eyes squinted for a moment, almost like a spasm, but Five recognized that expression on your face. He could never quite place the emotion attached to it, but he figured it was all that time alone that made the nuances of facial features unrecognizable. Your lips closed as you seemingly made up your mind, and you breathed in deeply, steeling yourself against what you were about to say. Five watched you with idle curiosity - the emotional side of humanity was something stolen from him, and while it was easier to not be so emotionally inclined, some days he longed for it’s depths.

“I don’t think you’ve finished changing, Five - you’re still becoming, just like the rest of us.”

Five blinked, and you walked past him, patting him on the shoulder, leaving him to his window-side vigil of the rising moon.

“What are you, my therapist?” He turned his head to follow your movements, a hint of humor in his tone.

“Who else is going to put up with your moods?”

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