#vanya hargreeves imagine

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

I TURN TO PATHS THAT LEAD HOME; Xi

Chapter 11: just know that you're not alone

rating: its a gen fic for The Umbrella Academy

words:1.7k

chapter:11/?

warnings: nothing atypical for the umbrella academy, spoilers for season 2

AO3

a/n:  many many many thanks to my discord friends who were a big help with creating and editing this @NightingaleComics @viridescentshade @cbuugdrama9 on ao3 @boardwalk-absurdist​ @3ternalslumber on tumblr

Summary:  Luther held Vanya a little tighter, refusing to let her go. It changed the game and made all the difference.

First || Previous

Summary: Diego, Luther, and Vanya talk.

            Vanya led Diego up to the house, doing her best to not drip pieces of food all over the place. When the laughter from the three of them had trailed off, Luther pulled her up to land on her feet and shooed Diego and her back to the house.

            “You guys go on ahead. I’ll deal with this,” leveling a humorous glance at the mess below them, Luther had finished his thoughts. “Vanya can show you where the kitchen is. We can sit down and talk when I come up with the car?”

            Diego had nodded seriously but waited for her to lead the way.

            After Vanya showered, she moved back to the kitchen where she found Diego looking vaguely shell shocked and Luther still looking amused. She looked between them in minor confusion.

            “Sissy and Harlan just left for town. They came up from the lake. He’s got his appointment today,” Luther filled her in on where the missing members of their family were. Vanya thanked him but had to raise an eyebrow at Diego when he jerked. He just shook his head when he caught the look.

            “Later.”

            The three of them sat in silence for a moment, just looking at each other before Diego took a deep breath and started the conversation.

            “Well, I think we can agree we all have questions. Someone wanna start asking any of them?”

            “Why don’t you, Diego?”

            “Ok. Luther. What’s up with the freaky monkey arms? And Vanya. What did Pogo do to deserve that?”

            It was completely silent in the kitchen between them. Diego was staring at them in judgment while both Luther and her were completely still.

            Vanya was the one who broke the silence. “Are we...are we supposed to know the answers to those questions? And who is Pogo? Is that another brother?”

            Diego leveled a very serious stare between them but all of the tension that Vanya didn’t know he was carrying left him. He slumped against the table, his head dropping down to rest his chin against his chest.

            “Yeah. Yeah, that was what I thought you’d say,” Diego muttered in a low voice. Luther and Vanya shared a look but kept quiet. They sensed that this was something that Diego was going to have to come to terms with on his own.

            Vanya got up after a couple of minutes to put on a pot of water for tea. She didn’t necessarily want tea but it was something that was just done here. She chose some lavender tea because it was her personal favorite. When she placed the cup down in front of Luther, he gave her a droll look but accordingly started to drink it.

            Diego likewise accepted the cup but simply stared into its depths like it would reveal the world’s secrets if only he looked a little longer. Vanya could relate to the feeling but she knew from experience that he’d get nothing but a steamed face from the heat rising.

            When he did finally raise the cup to take a sip, he jerked back and made a face of absolute disgust. “What did you give me? Poison?”

            “Oh shut up. It's just lavender tea, you baby,” the words slipped out of her before Vanya could think about it but they felt right on her tongue. Vanya knew then, they were words she had said many times. The small smile that slid onto Diego’s face seemed to agree with her.

            “So poison.”

   “You get used to it,” Luther interjected from where he was hunched over a plate of cookies, honey almond if she guessed right.

            “I don’t think that I want to,” Diego’s face was still curled in disgust but it was slowly retreating.

            “Stop complaining and drink your hot leaf juice,” Vanya ordered.

            Luther nudged over another plate of cookies, cinnamon almond this time, that would go well with the tea. There was still silence but it was more comfortable. They kept the peace until they finished their snacks but once the last cookie was eaten, they all straightened up.

            “So...I guess I'll start again,” Diego began. “In the hospital, you mentioned that you were having dreams, dreams that you think are about your — our past. The first one you mentioned was something about us standing in a circle?”

            Luther nodded and started to describe the dream, “Yeah. The seven of us were in a circle. You were there in some sort of black and leather get up. You were holding hands with a young boy in a school uniform, then there was a woman in a leather jacket with a bandage on her throat, then I was holding Vanya who was wearing a white suit. On my other side was another man, this time in a green vest with a striped shirt on. Ben? You said his name was Ben. Ben was holding onto Vest’s shoulder while you were holding Vest’s hand, completing the circle. Can...can you tell us more? Anything?”

            Diego's shoulders rose and fell with the sigh that he released. “Yeah. I can tell you some more. Let me tell you the story of the Umbrella Academy.”

            The night was falling by the time that Diego finished talking. It was the headlights of the car signaling Sissy’s return home that prompted Diego to wrap up the long and tangled tale of the horrible childhood that they apparently had.

            As soon as Vanya saw the lights through the window, she was moving to get up to make a simple dinner. She felt like she needed something to do with her hands while her mind churned over the history that Diego had told them in the past couple of hours. She didn’t know what to make of it — superpowers and talking monkeys and robot moms and the end of the world and time travel. None of it felt like it could be real.

            But then...she and Luther had discovered that they could do things normal people just  couldn’t. And they had been talking about how to hide themselves so that nobody could hurt Sissy and Harlan because they were living together. They might have been wrong about who wanted to hurt them but it didn’t really change the fact that they could be in danger.

            And she wanted to believe Diego. Everything inside of her was telling her that he was being honest with her.

            “I don’t know what to do with all this information,” Vanya’s voice was hoarse but loud in the stillness that had descended on them. She was plating up the simple sandwiches she made, not wanting to look at either of her brothers, listening to Sissy’s trek up the driveway.

            “I get that. I don’t know what to do with this information and I still remember it all,” Diego had gulped down a couple of glasses of water once he was finished. When he was telling the story — their history — the words were tripping over themselves in an effort to leave him but it looked like it left him rung out to dry, emotionally.

            “Hello, hello! How is everyone? Was the pile of broken wood I saw at the end of the road the fruit stand?” Sissy’s voice brought nothing but relief and love to Vanya. She was moving towards the front door before she could even think about it, wanting nothing more than to hold Sissy and reassure herself that she was still here.

            Harlan had already moved into the living room, turning on his music when Vanya slipped her arms around Sissy, burying her head in Sissy’s neck.

            “Well then. That’s a mighty fine hello, darlin’. What’s got you so turned around?” Sissy’s voice was low, the words meant only for Vanya.

            “Just a lot happened today,” Vanya didn't really want to say more. Not because she didn't want to tell Sissy — she did. Vanya just didn't think she could accurately put her feelings into actual words.

            “Well, I think I won the bet today if that was, in fact, the fruit stand out at the end of the driveway,” Sissy’s easy brush over Vanya clinging to her helped soothe some of the rough edges that had developed over the dinner table. Vanya still didn’t move but she heard her brothers both stand from the table and make their way over the front door.

            “It was. Vanya fell onto it and it collapsed,” Luther shamelessly threw her under the bus.

            “Hey! That wasn’t completely my fault! Diego made me do it!” Vanya did what any sibling would do and immediately fired back.

            “Hey! Don’t you go blaming me for anything. I was innocent,” Diego’s statement was the start of a full sibling war, one that had the potential to involve hair pulling and teeth biting.

            “And who is this young man?” Again, it was Sissy that broke through the banter.

            The three siblings fell quiet in their bickering before Vanya stepped aside to make the introduction. She wasn’t sure how this would play out but she was hopeful. She wanted her two families to get along.

            “Sissy, this is our brother Diego. We mentioned him a while ago and asked you if it was ok that he came to stay with us? I picked him up from town earlier today,” Vanya gestured to Diego as she spoke.

            “That was today? I must have forgotten the date. Well, never mind that. It’s good to meet you, Diego. I’m Sissy and that’s my son Harlan. Welcome home,” Sissy moved past Vanya, holding out her hand to Diego. Vanya knew that when Sissy had his hand, she would bring him into her arms for a warm hug. Sissy gave the best hugs, even better than Luther.

            Diego slowed in his approach towards Sissy, shocked by her easy acceptance of him in her home. Vanya had a feeling that their shared past left them wanting in warm feelings.

            “Well come on now, don’t be shy. Vanya and Luther already told me that they had superpowers and visited the moon. Whatever you got going on isn’t going to shock me anything,” as Sissy was talking, she was moving closer to Diego. When she was finished talking, she was in range to grab him in a hug. Diego’s face displayed the same look of shock that he grew when the chickens ambushed him earlier.

            Luther and Vanya knew better than to laugh out loud but they made sure that Diego could see the look of amusement on their face. He only raised his middle finger at them. 

#The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #tua #tua imagine #vanya hargreeves #vanya hargreeves imagine #luther hargreeves #luther hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves imagine #the hargreeves imagine #my stuff #M's fics #i turn to paths that lead home

[itstheghostofmypast]

*At Luther's wedding*

Y/N: Bet you three shots he'll cry.

Five: I bet you four he'll throw up.

Y/N: I bet you two shots we'll pull through this too.

Five: seven that we'll all die, love.

Lila: Do they realise this is called alcoholism?

Diego: Shhh...just watch

Y/N: Two shots say you'll be kissing me tonight.

*Five takes two shots, smirks at her blushing face*

Lila: wtf?

Diego: It's giving love.

#five hargreeves centric #five x reader #five x y/n #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua x reader #five hargreaves x reader #vanya #allison hargreeves #tua imagine #tua incorrect quotes #lila tua #vanya hargreeves #victor hargreeves #luther hargreeves

[incorrectsourwolf]

No one:

Umbrella kids: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

#umbrella acedmy #incorrect umbrella acadamy #the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella ben #tua five #klaus mikaleson imagine #vanya hargreeves #victor hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #netflix

[graceloveswolves]

I’ve seen people talking about how Klaus is looking in the opposite direction in this picture, and as I was rewatching the series I noticed this picture in season one where (I think) Klaus is facing the other way….. I could be wrong but I think that’s either Klaus/Ben. Anyone find this intriguing???

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #tua s3 spoilers #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #number 5 x reader #number 5 #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy characters #the umbrella academy one shots #the umbrella academy imagines #the umbrella academy preferences #tua fandom #tua s2 #tua incorrect quotes #tua memes #reginald hargreeves #tua theory #Diego Hargreeves preferences #hazel and cha cha #Diego x patch #grace hargreeves #pogo hargreeves

[book-place]

Stealing

Warnings: cursing, stealing, mentions of child abandonment, mentions of killing, knives, let me know if I missed any :)

Request: Omg I loved your klaus and Kid fic. There’s not a lot of platonic umbrella academy fics so thank you so much! I was wondering if you could write something about like Klaus introducing kid reader to the family like maybe he goes to his dads funeral with her. Thanks :)

(Sorry that this took so freaking long and that it’s not very good)

Request by: @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x child reader, Hargreeves siblings x child reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When he had to go back to his childhood home, Klaus brought you with him for only one reason, all he hoped was that his siblings didn’t see you

A/N: I know that Vanya’s in this fic, but SOO excited for Viktor

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Okay, remember the plan?” Klaus asked, bending down to your height and rubbing his hands together.

You nodded slightly, looking up nervously at the huge, prison like building in front of you, “Take anything that looks valuable enough.” You repeated what he had told you earlier.

“Good.” He ruffled your hair, “And step two, if possible-“

“Avoid your family because they are a bunch of assholes.” You cut him off, again repeating what he had told you.

“Hey.” He scolded, lightly swatting your arm, “I told you not to repeat that word.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well then you shouldn’t say it in front of my young ears.” The mocking tone in your voice was not hard for the man to decipher.

He huffed, ignoring your comment, and gently took your arm and began dragging you up the stairs of his childhood home, “Hopefully nobody got here yet.” He muttered mostly to himself, but you still heard.

It made you sad to see that Klaus didn’t want to see his family after all these years.

Though he never told you details about what had happened, you knew that he and his six siblings didn’t end on very good terms.

You had always envied how Klaus had so many siblings when all you had wanted in life was just to have one. Somebody to talk to before your parents left you. After that even would’ve been nice.

It always made you sad that he didn’t take advantage of having all those siblings. Seeing them whenever he could. Keeping in touch. Reaching out.

He had told you a little bit about them when he first found you all by yourself in a park a couple years ago, back when he first took you in as his own.

You reached up and took his large hand in your small one, giving him the best reassuring smile that your six year old body could grant.

He looked down at you, smiling tightly before squeezing your hand gently and leading you up the rest of the stairs and through the large door.

“Master Klaus.” A voice called out through the halls, making said man freeze in his steps.

You, who was behind Klaus’s legs, peaked out to see who was talking to the man, only to see a monkey in human clothes with a cane.

Your eyes widened as the monkey looked at you curiously, “And who would this be, young master?” He asked.

Klaus’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked off to the side where Ben was, not that either you or the monkey knew that he was there, and sent him a questioning look, wondering how the monkey had seen Ben.

The ghost facepalmed and gestured to you, still behind Klaus.

Klaus looked back, “Oh… Oh!” He gently pushed you out from behind him, “This is Y/n!”

You gave a shy wave and the monkey returned with one of his own and a kind smile, “I never took you as the fatherly type, Master Klaus.”

Klaus’s eyes widened, “Oh no, this isn’t my child. Well technically it is my child, but not my flesh and blood.” He rambled.

“I am Pogo, young one.” The monkey greeted kindly, ignoring Klaus’s weird little speech.

“Hi, Pogo.” You said back.

Pogo looked up at Klaus, “I’m sure your siblings will be thrilled that you’re here.” With that he turned and began making his way out of the hall.

You took a moment to look around where you were, not really having been able to do it before because you were too distracted by the talking monkey in the middle of the room.

But you also couldn’t necessarily say that you were surprised about it, Klaus had told you that his family had powers, as well as himself.

The hall you were in was massive with a tall ceiling and sort of menacing and dark decorations. All in all, the room was very intimidating to your six year old self.

You had to jog slightly to catch up with Klaus once you snapped out of your little daze, the man already being about ten of his paces ahead, making a beeline for the stairs.

Halfway up the staircase, you were doubled over with your hands on your knees, huffing and puffing.

Klaus glanced back at you from almost the top already, “Here, we’ll split up to cover more ground. Remember the plan!”

You watched with a huff- of annoyance this time- as he took off to the left at the top of the staircase, before forcing yourself to track up the rest and go to the right.

As you walked, you mumbled bad words to yourself that you heard Klaus say whenever he was upset about something, and continued down the long hallway.

Most of the doors were firmly closed, and locked as you figured out whenever you tried to open them, but there was one door at the end of the hall that was open.

Curiously, you walked in and your eyes widened in wonder and amazement.

The room was filled to the brim with valuables, ranging from expensive looking watches to a couple art pieces that had to have been at least a couple hundred of years old.

You bit your lip, glancing from side to side nervously, having a mental debate with yourself on what you should do.

From all the children's tv shows and movies you watched, they all talked about how stealing was bad. But you wanted Klaus to be proud of you, you didn’t want him to leave you like your parents did, because you didn’t do what he asked.

Finally coming to a decision, you nervously and hastily rushed over to where it was sitting and shoved it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“What the-“

The sudden voice made you jump at least a foot in the air and whip around in alarm, ready to spew out any excuse that you could come up with for the unfamiliar sounding person.

In the doorway stood a confused looking man holding a knife, the sight of the weapon making you let out a little yelp and duck down right away.

“Uhh…” The man had dropped his hand that was tightly gripping the weapon, but didn’t relax his defensive stance, “What the hell is going on in here?”

Immediately, you took the watch out of your pocket and threw it down, back onto the dresser that you had picked it up off of.

While he was still too shocked to do anything, you ran as fast as your little legs would carry you, and shoved past him with surprising force and hurled yourself back down the hall you came from.

It only took him a couple of seconds to recover from his shock before he quickly rushed after you, the sound of pounding feet filled the house as he did so.

You rushed down the stairs, trying not to stumble over your feet before running into the first room that you saw, which just two happened to be a living room.

As soon as you entered, your fight or flight instincts took over and you immediately ran to a close cabinet and began climbing, knowing that the furniture could hold your small frame but not the man’s large one.

From the top of the brown cabinet you watched as he skidded to a stop in the room, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room for any sight of you.

You silently let out another bad word that Klaus had said in front of you as the board beneath you creaked a little, giving away your location.

The man’s head whipped up so fast he should’ve gotten whiplash, but before he could get a good look at you, a glass bottle came flying down towards his face, and this time it was his turn to let out a little yelp and duck.

There were multiple glass bottles up near where you were, so you had decided to use them to your advantage.

After the glass shattered along the floor, he barely had time to stand up before another one was being hurled at his head.

You kept dropping one after the other, never letting the man think long enough to recover himself.

The sound of glass shattering was so loud that you and the man both hadn’t heard the stamped like footsteps rushing into the room until a voice silenced all else.

“What the hell is going on here, Diego?” Allison stood with her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Behind her stood a timid looking Vanya, an awkward looking Luther, and a distracted Klaus.

You had paused, midway throwing another off, as did the man named Diego, crouched down with his hands over his head.

The name Diego ran a bell somewhere deep inside your head and it took you a minute to realize how you knew the name. Diego Hargreeves. Kalus’s brother. And the other people must've been his siblings that were still alive.

When he saw the others, he jumped up and immediately started rambling, “I heard a noise coming from inside a room so I tried to investigate, and I found a kid stealing one of dad's old watches! They took off before I could talk to them!”

This caught Klaus’s attention, who had been looking around the room in boredom, and for the first time his eyes landed on you, slowly realizing what was going on.

Once he did, he hurriedly rushed over to the cabinet that you were on and stuck his arms out, “Come on, n/n. Just get down from there, it’s not safe.” Those who didn’t know the man wouldn’t have caught the slight desperation in your tone.

After eyeing Diego warily, you slowly gave in and jumped down into Klaus’s ready and waiting arms.

The rest of his siblings watched in confusion as you let Klaus gently set you on the ground before slightly moving behind his legs.

“Klaus… how do you know this child?” Luther asked, looking down at you in shock.

“And why the hell were they stealing?” Diego asked, and then eyed Klaus, “Did you hire a kid to do your stealing for you?”

Everyone ignored him as Klaus clapped his hands together, “Everybody, seeing as you’re all here I guess I’ll just introduce all of you. This is Y/n.” You gave a small wave from behind the man, which only Vanya returned, “I suppose they’re kinda like my adopted kid or something.”

Luther began looking at his brother like he grew three more heads, “You do know that kidnapping a child isn’t considered adoption, right?”

You let out a small huff, a little offended that he would think that you would just let yourself get kidnapped, “He didn’t kidnap me.” Everyone’s attention turned to you, “He took me in when mommy and daddy left me.” Suddenly all of your confidence was gone and you found yourself becoming shy again.

Slowly, on their own time, everybody came to an understanding about what you meant, and each reacted in their own ways.

Allison looked at you with pity, Diego’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over at his brother, Luther let out a small ‘wow’, and Vanya slowly came over to you, as if to try and not frighten you.

She bent down to your height with a small smile and a wave, “Hi there, Y/n. I’m Vanya, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Klaus looked over at the two of you, letting a smile grow on his face. He never would’ve admitted it, but he had always wanted to see what it would be like for his siblings to meet you.

And so far he wasn’t disappointed with the outcome. Especially since you almost killed Diego.

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #the umbrella academy #tua x reader #tua fanfic #tua #klaus hargreeves x reader platonic #klaus x child reader #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #child reader #gn reader #gender neutral character #gn!reader

[vanyaaaaa-h]

Alright, just had an interesting thought and it probably means I need to schedule a series rewatch immediately after finishing season three, but as someone deeply in love with Grace’s role as the Umbrella Academy’s mom and now singing along to the Ciao Papa verses stuck in my head, I’d like to imagine a world where Viktor’s seemingly endless powers breathed life into Grace. Like yes, she was a robot, but her child revived someone else in season 2, so Grace becoming Pinocchio to Viktor’s Blue Fairy just seems right. Imagine a world where baby Vanya/Viktor had enough and in a burst of emotion thought, “yeah fuck Reggie and his parenting, imma get a mom out of this who no one can vote to decomission.” I’m just imagining the implications, esp for Diego “mama’s boy” Hargreeves, and their lives.

Like would Grace get them out of there now that she was a real person? Would it change anything or nothing?

#viktor hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #grace hargreeves #the umbrella academy #alternate universe #what if viktor’s powers made him the Blue Fairy #and he brought his mom to life #partially inspired by some Tony Stark centric fics where he created his AI’s and somehow gave them souls #can’t remember the fics now but the idea is from there so #just imagine #the possibilities are endless #diego hargreeves #canon divergence #someone please write a fic #someone please write this #pinocchio #blue fairy

[imcrazydealwithitlove]

Living Amongst Nightmares

Chapter 1 

On the 12th hour on 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 Hargreaves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got 8 of them.

Monsters don’t live under your bed, they live inside your head.

Seph didn't know what the time was, she didn't want to. If it wasn't for the light of the moon shining through her open window she wouldn’t have known it was past sundown. The clock on top of her desk in the corner had been covered by a spare dust sheet, muffling the irritating ticking. The rhythm pounded at the back of her skull, a throbbing headache was developing beneath her temple. Closing her eyes Seph fell into a pattern of controlled breaths as she tried to fight off the wave of nausea that she knew all too well would soon develop, but the second her eyes closed she was at the mercy of the nightmares. Images flooded her mind so quickly that they merged into one, she felt as if she was being pushed down by a heavy force.

Pushed, or dragged?

Opening her eyes Seph winced the light of the moon almost blinding her, throwing her paintbrush down on the floor in aggravation she stormed over to the desk, ripped the dust sheet off the clock in one simple pull, and slammed the clock down so hard that the batteries fell out from the back. Staring that the unmoving hands of the clock Seph finally acknowledged the time: 2 am she had been at the studio for well over 18 hours, leaving her apartment at 7.30 am that morning she must have lost track of time. Suddenly very aware of how quiet it had become Seph moved back over to where her current canvas was set up and turned on the small radio, waited until her art space was lightly filled with the soothing sounds of the classical music channel she had allowed Vanya to tune it to, before picking up her paintbrush and continued to complete her current piece.

She had been working on this piece for a few hours now and it was almost starting to resemble its final image: The Monster Under the Bed. Was not her first choice of a title, after all, it wasn't her nightmare they were never hers. She just needed to get the images out of her head and this was the only way to do so, ever since she was 8 years old this was her escape. Did it help that now she was getting paid for them, of course, rent wasn't cheap and Seph tried to accommodate as many commissions as she could handle. With each new person who came to her with their nightmares begging for them to be taken away Seph promised she would do everything she could to help them, she would not make the same mistake as she had once done. A mistake that had haunted her for years.

Another 30 minutes passed, the finished painting had now been put aside to dry along with the 4 others that Seph had completed that day, each image as terrifying as the other. Vanya would always ask Seph how she was ever able to sleep after seeing those terror-filled visuals play out in her head. Seph would just shrug her shoulders and say that they had never bothered her, that she was used to them, however, in reality, sleep never came easy for her. She was too scared to allow herself to succumb to sleep in case more nightmares waited to ambush and trap her in her mind, leaving her helpless, unable to fight her way out. A healthy sleep schedule was a beautiful dream, unfortunately, it was one that would never happen. Coffee had become her new best friend, in all honesty, Seph couldn't even remember the last time she had a peaceful sleep, it might have been before she left the academy, before Ben’s... before Five….

She tried to focus on cleaning her brushes, determined to shake her mind from the painful memories that were threatening to return after years of locking them away, concentrating on the music coming from the radio, she wouldn’t cry, she wouldn't let allow herself to cry, no point in wasting tears on things she had no control of. She was in the middle of packing her rucksack, getting ready to leave for home when she heard it. Coming from the radio.

‘Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire Sir Reginald Hargreaves: Olympic gold medalist for fencing, and recipient of the Nobel Prize for his work in the cerebral advancement of the chimpanzee….’

Seph froze and stared at the radio there was no point in listening anymore to the reporter as he continued to list Sir Reginald’s accomplishments. All that was repeating in her head was "police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire Sir Reginald Hargreaves...reported the death...Sir Reginald Hargreaves...death"

“Shit.”

———————————————————————————————————————————

We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you? We can travel back to the house together, I don’t mind waiting.” Seph called out from her room as she finished getting dressed, just for the occasion she decided to wear her black baggy work dungarees and a white t-shirt underneath, deciding on the black pair for it was a memorial service after all. She didn't care that she still had dried paint all over them, she didn't care for him why would she, he was a prick.

“No it’s fine I only have two students today that I couldn't reschedule, anyway they pretty much know everything so I won't be that long, then I will head down, you should go I’m sure the others will already be there. Better you go first anyway.” Vanya called back, the shuffling sounds of the coffee table being pushed back quickly followed as Vanya was preparing for her first student. Seph rolled her eyes and made her way to the living room, snatching her bag off her bed as she went, watching Vanya as she fiddled with her violin, lost in her own world. One of the main things they bonded over when they were children was the passion they had for their art. Seph would sit in Vanya’s room for hours as she practiced, listening to the soft, sweet melodies as she in return would sketch, sometimes it would be random objects, sometimes it would be portraits of Vanya as she played but on most days it would be whatever nightmare was plaguing her at the time. Seph was only pulled out of her thoughts when a knocking came from the door.

“Okay, if you're sure. I will meet you there then.” Reaching for the door handle Seph looked back to Vanya and lowered her voice to a small whisper so only Vanya could hear her, “And just remember, you're their teacher, don't let these little fuckers give you grief.” The small chuckle from Vanya satisfied her and Seph opened the door quickly before Vanya had a chance to respond. Seph watched as the small preppy child walked into the flat violin in hand, the child had the audacity to not even acknowledge Seph or say thank you for letting her in. Before she could say or do anything she would regret she slipped out the door and headed in the direction she really didn't want to take today.

It had been 11 years since both Seph and Vanya had left home, 11 years since she had set foot in the mansion that she had once been told to call her home. It felt odd now looking up at the many windows all of them had their curtains drawn, forbidding the light to enter. Normal people when they go back to their childhood home would feel happy and full of nostalgia, not for Seph, she could feel a migraine forming, just looking at the building was bringing back unwelcome memories. Yes, Seph could argue she had some better memories from that place however the bad always seemed to outweigh the good. Realising that she had been standing in front of the door for longer than one should Seph pushed down all thoughts that were forming in her mind and moved forward, pushing the doors open and entered the mansion. The door was unlocked Seph observed, she wasn't the first one back, it would be interesting to see who was already here.

Nothing had changed, that much was certain, dear old Reg was never one for modern interior design. Without thinking Seph allowed herself to move forward and soon she found herself in the dining room, the long table and chairs positioned out in front of her, she noticed that she had found herself stood behind the chair that was designated to her when she joined the academy in 1997. If she wanted to Seph could have closed her eyes and she could have pictured it well, all the mornings she would be sat there with the rest of them in silence, forced to listen to whatever record the old man had wanted the team to learn from that morning. To her left at the top of the table would be Vanya her head lowered, not wanting to be picked on if Reg ever decided to question any of them about their current lesson. On her right would be Ben fully focused on his book, how he could focus on the words on the page whilst the record player was on full volume Seph never found out. Opposite her would be Five, he never fully listened to the information that was being played aloud. Seph remembered the way his eyes were always squinted, a dead giveaway that he was deep in thought and it was always about his powers - time travel in particular. Somehow whilst being lost in her thoughts Seph had found herself now sat in her old seat and as if almost by coincidence she was taken back to a particular memory, a particular last conversation.

“A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknown of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.”

“Well, I don’t get it.”

“Hence the reason you’re not ready.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now I forbid you to talk about this anymore.”

“Seph?”

“Number Five.”

“Sephy?”

“You haven't been excused!”

“Hello, Earth to Persephone!” A hand had suddenly appeared on her shoulder snapping Seph back to reality, causing her to jump up in fright turning around to face whoever had disturbed her a fist raised ready to strike.

“Whoa, whoa easy there day-dreamer, it’s just us!”

“Klaus? Jesus Christ, don’t do that.” Of course it was him, only he was brave enough to try and disturb Seph when she was lost in her thoughts, others ended up with a bruised eye or broken nose. Lowering her fist Seph returned her chair back in place and put all her attention on the man in front of her. She hadn’t seen Klaus in just over a month, rehab she could only guess judging by the luminous yellow wristband contrasting again his black attire. But he looked just as he did when she last saw him, bright-eyed, a lopsided grin on his face, his messy curls sticking out all over the place.

“Us? Ben’s still here then, I’m surprised he hasn't wanted to be rid of your stupid ass by now.”

“Oh, well, you know how it is, loves me too much to - yes, yes, yes I know, I know you don’t have to go on about it. Ben says ‘Hi” by the way.” Seph watched on with a smirk as Klaus then proceeded to have a whole other argument with Ben. Seph had been the only one Klaus had confided in when he found out he was able to bring Ben back, she was the only one he knew would believe him and Seph was happy with the amount of trust Klaus clearly had in her not to automatically dismiss him as crazy or high or just seeking attention. Letting out a small chuckle Seph gave a quick wave over in the direction Klaus was looking in, she hoped that Ben saw her response. Whatever Ben had said to Klaus it clearly made an impact as his attention had returned back to her and the table behind her.

“What are you doing in here anyway, the alcohol is in the other room, and I don’t know about you but I think an occasion such as today deserves the good stuff.”

“I just was thinking about the last time we were all together. Feels wrong now, only 6 of us being here not 8.” She didn't meet Klaus’s eyes but she could sense his mood change, the dip from being amused to... pity was it? Klaus in turn quickly picked up on what day she had been thinking of, he may not have been sober for the majority of his childhood but remembered most things, he would even joke that the day Five disappeared was just the start of the chain of unfortunate events that cursed the academy. Extending his arms out wide he allowed Seph to curl up around his side and the two of them stayed there for some time, it was rare that the Hargreaves family showed any form of affection to each other, but Seph was a special case. Technically she wasn't family, so she could have all the hugs she liked from Klaus.

“So drinks?”

———————————————————————————————————————————

After about an hour and three or four strong whiskeys, Klaus left Seph in the main living area to go off and wander the house. Seph knew that he would be trying to find things to sell, she could read him like a book but didn't try to stop him for she had been thinking about doing the same. A few minutes went by and soon her fingers started to twitch, maybe it had been the whiskey or the long overdue catch up with Klaus but now that she sat there at the bar in silence her mind had floated back to her memories from before, this time more aggressively and Seph knew she had to act quickly. Reaching into her bag Seph brought out the small blank art pad and the first pencil she could find and allowed her hand and mind to get to work and soon the blank white page had transformed into the last few moments of the faithful morning 14 years ago. Another hour had passed and soon the all the noise that had been hounding her and causing her to feel trapped had left her head and Seph felt at peace as the pencil danced across the page, she had been so focused on her task at hand that she didn't even hear the doors open and close several times, it was only when she heard Vanya’s voice that Seph turned her eyes away from the page in front of her.

“Hey Mom, hello?”

“Vanya? You're actually here.”

Leaving her stuff where it was at the bar, Seph made her way back over into the hallway where she found both Vanya and Alison staring across the room at each other as if in their own personal stand-off. For a brief moment Seph was confused, when had Alison arrived, had she been here the whole time? Before she even had a chance to ask, the two of them had carried on with their own conversation. It was short but it was a vast improvement from the last time the sisters had spoken Seph thought.

“Hey, Alison.”

“Hey, sis.”

They then proceeded to hug, which looked painful in Seph’s eyes, Alison’s eyes flickered over to where Seph was standing under the archway and sent over a small smile and quick nod, roughly translating into “Hi Seph it’s nice to see you, what has it been like 5 years?”. The small quiet moment suddenly was ruined by the sounds of heavy boots on the wooden floor and the slam of the front door.

“What is she doing here? You don't belong here after what you did.” Diego ‘Number 2’ Hargreaves waltzed past all three of the women and started to make his way up the stairs, Seph rolled her eyes, this family honestly needed to stop it with the dramatics. It was Alison who responded to Diego’s statement,

“You're seriously going to do this today? Way to dress for the occasion by the way.” She was of course commenting on his all-black leather getup, something that Seph wasn't surprised at by this point, every time she saw Diego out in the streets he was wearing the same thing or something similar.

“At least I’m wearing black." And without even looking in her direction he pointed over to where Seph was standing, "Seph over there clearly also got the memo.”

“Nice to know you still acknowledge me, for a second I thought you were purposely ignoring me.”

Pausing on the steps Diego looked back behind him to find that Seph had now positioned herself next to Vanya.

“Yeah well, just because you helped me out that one time doesn't mean I still can’t be mad at you.”

Letting out a breathy laugh Seph shook her head and quickly retorted back “Let’s see how long that lasts shall we Mr. Dark Knight?” Diego looked like he wanted to say something back but had decided not to, instead, he continued up the stairs, and soon enough the sound of his loud steps filtered out until he was completely gone.

The silence that surrounded the three women was torture, but Vanya quickly broke that silence with a quiet yet clear

“You know what? Maybe he’s right. And I shouldn’t - -”

“Hell no, you're not leaving now.”

“Forget about him.” Both Seph and Alison proclaimed together Seph even reaching out to grab Vanya’s hand stopping her from moving before she even had a chance to head towards the exit.

“I’m glad your here.” Alison finished, the look she gave Vanya spoke a thousand words and Seph could feel it as she was standing so close to her. Nodding in agreement Seph squeezed Vanya’s hand and added on to Alison’s last sentence.

“Yeah, besides if you go now Alison and I will be outnumbered. Stay, please.” With Vanya’s small nod as her decision made Seph released her hand and walked back into the living area, back to her seat at the bar, and continued her sketch. She had no reason now to finish the drawing as the negative thoughts that had suffocated her had long gone, she just couldn't handle unfinished work. She sensed Vanya slowly walking into the room towards the bookshelf, Seph knew what she was looking for, she remembered the day Vanya posted the package addressed to the man who claimed to be her father. She tried to warn Vanya that he would never read it, that he wouldn’t even be interested but Vanya at times could be too optimistic for her own good.

“Welcome home Ms. Vanya, Ms. Persephone.” The warm tone of voice that appeared from nowhere brought Seph’s attention up immediately and a wide smile formed on her face.

“Pogo.”

Making her from her seat at the bar Seph slowly made her way towards the gentle chimpanzee who had caught Vanya up in the first welcoming exchange the family had given her. Leaving them to take their time Seph’s smile grew even larger when Pogo released Vanya and engulfed Seph in her own hug.

“So good to see you both.”

The sudden need to have her hands busy filled Seph so she took the book that was in Vanya’s hand and looked it over, flicking through the pages not bothering to read any of the paragraphs. She has helped Vanya with the book, helped edit it for her so she practically knew the thing off by heart, Seph even went as far as offering to illustrate it for her as a joke. Vanya appreciated the support at the time, when she first had the idea to put her past down in writing she was so scared, scared of what people would think about her words, her story. Seph wasn't a mind reader, but it didn't take one to know the real reason for her anxiety, after reading the first draft of the manuscript Seph knew that she was going to ruffle a number of feathers in her family. Even the section about her introduction to the academy at 8 years old and all the years following when Seph was with the family was so brutal and blunt Seph wasn't sure if she could carry on helping her, but Seph understood this was what Vanya needed to do, and in a way, it helped bond the two closer.

“Ah, yes, your autobiography.” Pogo had carried on speaking with Vanya as Seph had finally landed on the page Vanya had left a small note for her father: Dad, I figured why not? V Seph smiled, she was always too good for him.

“Do you know, um… Did he ever read it?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

There it was. The confirmation Vanya didn't want to know, and the one that Seph had known all along was true. Snapping the book shut a little too forcefully Seph started to make her way back over to her seat at the bar when she caught the start of the next conversation that made her freeze on the spot.  

“How long has it been since Five disappeared?”

“It’s been 14 years, four months, and 14 days. Your Father insisted I keep track.”

“You wanna know something stupid? I always used to leave the lights on for him. I was scared that he would come back, it would be late and the house would be dark and he wouldn’t be able to find us, so he’d leave again. So, every night I’d make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on.”

“Oh, I remember your snacks. I’m pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches. Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope.”

“And look where that got him.” Vanya took one more glance at the portrait that hung on the top of the fireplace before looking back over in Seph’s direction, however, what she saw caused Vanya to suddenly feel a sense of panic form in her.

Seph hadn't moved from the spot she had frozen on, dark smoke had started to form, weaving in and out of her fingers growing thicker and wider by the second, she was facing the opposite direction but Vanya knew that Seph’s eyes had started to go dark. Without hesitation Vanya started to move, rushing past Pogo who in turn had also noticed Seph’s sudden show of power and moved so that she was now in front of Seph.

“Seph, your okay, your safe. Please wake up, don’t give into them, whatever it is, it’s not real. It’s not real, your safe. It’s not real.” It was a phrase that Vanya had learned very early on to use whenever Seph fell out of control, she said so many times when they were kids at the start of Seph’s Umbrella Academy training days, however, this was the first time in over 2 years Seph had given into to whatever nightmare had trapped her.

“You’re safe. It’s not real.” Vanya repeated the phrases over and over again until Seph’s black eyes retracted and settled back to normal; the smoke twirling across her fingertips slowly fading anyway. Vanya waited until Seph was truly calm, grounded back into reality when she slowly reached over and took Seph’s hand in her own, just as Seph had previously done for her only minutes ago. Vanya kept her gaze fully on Seph as she watched her eyes flicker across the room as if she wanted to look anywhere else other than directly at Vanya.

“I’m sorry.”

It was all that Seph could find the courage to say, quickly dropping her hands from Vanya’s gentle grasp Seph rushed out of the room, not even bothering to collect her things from the bar. Both Pogo and Vanya listened to her footsteps as Seph ran quickly up the stairs and headed across to what Vanya could only guess were one of the many bathrooms the mansion had. Pogo during this time had walked over to where Seph’s things were scattered across the bar, he had begun to move them over to a corner, making sure everything was all together and packed away neatly. Pogo knew all too well that when Seph would later return downstairs she would want some kind of order and control, if he could help in any way he would at least try and do something that seemed helpful. His attention caught onto the drawing Seph had not quite finished, he smiled, but it was a sad one, he had now understood the reason behind Seph’s sudden loss of control.

“They were always so close, Number Five and Ms. Persephone. I would never see one without the other.” Pogo looked back over to Vanya, who was still staring out into the hallway. Moving slowly and with a slight caution, Pogo joined Vanya’s side and followed her gaze to the hallway. “When the two you left the academy I found a pile of drawings she had hidden in his room. Small sketches depicting moments of life here at the academy, all from the time after he left. Master Klaus’s second incident involving Grace’s shoes, Miss Alison’s first red carpet event. At first, I didn’t quite understand what she had left, but then I did.”

“She was leaving him a story. So that when he came back, he would be able to catch up on what he had missed." Vanya smiled, but unlike Pogo her smile wasn't sad. Vanya went to speak again but paused, unsure whether she should say what she was going to confess, but she knew Pogo wouldn't repeat it. "She still does it, she doesn't know that I know, but I’ve seen where she keeps them all. Being secretive was never her forte, but the amount of hope she has, sometimes I envy her.”

“A quality both your Father and Ms. Persephone shared it seems.”

“This is going to be a long day.”

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy imagines #tua imagine #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ongoing story

[saidrolav]

Hey, can I get shipped with an Umbrella Academy character? Im queer so any gender is fine.

Im an INFP and a quintuple Gemini. Im a huge nerd, I love Dnd, Doctor Who, Marvel and all of that type of thing. My friends describe me as passionate and funny, I try my best to be their rock and I love very intensely. I think I would genuinely do anything for my friends. Being there for the people I love is very important to me.

Im 5’7 and chubby, I’m pale with brown hair, hazel eyes and freckles. My style ranges from “emo” to super girly, I wear whatever I want depending on my mood that day.

Hiiii thank you for asking a ship!!! I ship you with...

Klaus!

He absolutely loves when you dress girly and... absolutely loves when you dress emo too he just loves both styles and he thinks it fits you sooo well!! 🧡

He loves your funny side and you guys would crack some jokes while he's high or drunk he would laugh until he probably die because he can't breathe 👀

Would watch all of your nerd stuff but would probably not understand a thing he's just happy he's with you 🥰

#umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella scene #umbrella academy ben #umbrella academy vanya #umbrella acedmy #marcus the umbrella academy #luther the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy ships #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x y/n #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves #🐧

[crvptidgf]

TYSM FOR 1K!!!💞

omg i really did not think this account would get such traction - considering i continously have been MIA in the past.

but srsly thank you to everyone who has shown any amount of support these past few years, no matter how fleeting the interaction.

i feel like i should do something special but idk what!! any ideas?💓

♡ ♡ ♡

#allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #anne with an e #anne with an e imagine #gilbert blythe x reader #anne shirley x reader #anne shirley cuthbert x reader #anne shirley x gilbert blythe #anne with an e fic #awae x reader #max mayfield x gn!reader #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield is bi #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine #ron weasley x reader #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #hermione granger x reader #hp fanfic #hp oneshot #the maze runner fanfiction #anne with an e oneshot

[nooneaskedbut]

Thinking about the way that the Reggie’s abuse effected all of the Umbrellas. The way they grew into man-children with poor coping skills, undeveloped social skills, and completely unbalanced lifestyles. The way they all pretty much regressed into washed up child stars, escaped into coping mechanisms or repressed entirely. Vapid, depressed, petty and suspended in their shortcomings. The Hargreeves are adolescents.

All of them except Five.

According to Luther, even in their childhood Five “always thought he was better” than the others. If you ask me, it’s because of his self awareness. He was never looking for parental validation, or a normal childhood, he understood what he was to Reggie and seemingly accepted it. This is arguably how he was able to have a closer relationship with the shunned and exiled Vanya, as he understood the structure of power his father had created and was able to defy it without manipulation. This is also arguably why he and Reggie seemed to clash so much. His acceptance and cooperation wasn’t the same as Luther’s blind loyalty afterall. His self awareness made him hard to control. He was prideful, and independent. But then, one thing led to another, and he sustained the biggest humbling possibly imaginable.

One tiny fuck up, one little mistake, and he was forced to grow up. Fast. Exponentially fast. He buckled under the pressure of his new horribly fucked up life, and aged literally and figuratively well beyond his years. For better and for much much worse, he seized control over his life and survival. There were no shortcuts, only painstaking work and persistence, for decades. He is the adult. Only to finally, after an unspeakably long and painful journey, make it back to his siblings to save them from themselves.

And what does he get?

He ends up a fucking man child.

#oh the irony #OH THE HUMANITY #except maybe Allison #lmfaooo #the umbrella academy #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy s3 #tua #umbrella academy #tua s3 #five hargreeves #the hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

[parkersbliss]

hi! may i request a five imagine set in sissy's farm in s2 where he hates y/n (who is a sarcastic but goofy ver of him) bcs he actually can't grasp the concept of love properly? and when y/n took the bullet for him, it gets really angsty?

Ready | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x reader

wc; 2.5K

warnings: cursing, blood, violence

synopsis: once he realizes you’re gone, five confesses

a/n: no bc the first time I saw this scene?? i was on the floor I was in FEAR

requests: CLOSED

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list 

—

“Uh guys,” Klaus said. “We might have another problem!”

“Ah, shit,” Five said. You follow after him, peeking over his shoulder.

“Who are they?”

“One’s the Handler, and the other is Diego’s girlfriend.”

“Lila, my ex-girlfriend,” Diego corrects.

“You know what? Doesn’t matter. They both look angry,” Luther observed.

“Yeah, well, your brother has that effect on people,” You snort.

Five kicks you in the shin for that. You let out a yelp and glare at him. He grins to himself before walking forward, “All right, I’m gonna go find out what they want. You guys stay here with Vanya and the kid.”

“I’m coming with you, too. Come on,” Diego said, stepping out with Five.

“Me too,” You chimed in, offering Five a small smile. The boy just rolls his eyes at you.

“You just have to follow me everywhere, don’t you?”

“Yup.”

The three of you stop in front of the Handler and Lila, nothing that they were both very unhappy. Except, Lila’s anger was directed more towards Five and not her ex.

“I love the smell of country air, don’t you, darling?” The Handler asked.

“Makes me wanna vomit,” Lilia deadpanned.

Five glances between the two. “What do you want?”

“To watch you suffer,” Lila replied.

You shrug. “Well, don’t we all.”

“What about me?” Diego asked.

“You’re not even worth my wrath.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Ouch, downgraded there, buddy.”

“Can you just shut up?” Five sneered, looking at you.

“Not with your dumbass around.”

“Easy, we’re here on official business,” The Handler broke in.

Five turns back to her. “And what business is that?”

“As the head of the commission, I’ve decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directions.”

“Yeah, right,” Diego scoffs. “We didn’t kill the board.”

“Well,” You said, dragging out the L.

“Uh, actually, Diego. That’s not entirely accurate,” Five mumbled, hands in his pockets.

The Handler tilts her head. “You didn’t tell them?”

“What the hell did you two do?” Diego demanded.

“What we had to go to get our family home,” Five said. “Until someone reneged on our deal.”

“Somebody wouldn’t have reneged on the deal if someone could’ve met a simple deadline. Alas.”

“You set us up to fail!”

“You set yourselves up to fail, friend — you and your brothers and sisters. Kind of the running theme of your little life, isn’t it?” The Handler chuckled.

Diego turns to Five with a shake of his head. “Dude, I can’t believe you killed the board of directions. You have no idea how messed up the commission is right now.”

“Messed up? Who’s saying that?”

“Everybody — Christ, even the janitors think it’s going to shit.”

“That’s not all he killed,” Lila suddenly spoke.

“What are you talking about?” Five snapped.

“Don’t play dumb, you prepubescent piece of shit.”

You scoff at her. “Okay, crazy lady, why don’t you shut your mouth? Only I get to talk to him like that.”

Five raises his eyebrows at you. He’s not sure if he should be offended or flattered by what you said. Though, he goes with offended because it came out of your mouth, and anything you say is stupid.

Like your stupid face. He hates it. That stupid smile that makes his heart skip a beat and your stupid little half-grin you always give him and only him.

It was disgusting.

For sure.

“Enough. The point is, all of you are going to die today. Hm?” The Handler cut you off.

“Oh,” Diego clicks his tongue. “Well, I don’t like your chances — seven of us, two of you.”

“You know, you’re right. Let’s change that.” The Handler snaps her fingers, and thousands of people blink into view. All of them carry briefcases and guns.

You let out a low breath. “Well, shit.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“Well, we got two choices: Fight and die now or run and die later. Either way, we’re food for worms,” Five said, rolling his shoulders.

“What’ll it be, boys?”

“Wouldn’t mind a few more minutes breathing air through the old windbags.”

“All right. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” The Handler grins, raising a red handkerchief.

“Run!” Five shouts, grabbing your arm and taking you with him.

Diego ducks, using his hands to cover his head. “We’re not gonna make it!”

Five huffs, grabbing Diego’s wrist and suddenly blinking you closer to the barn.

Diego groans. “Five, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Diego, you puke, and I’ll puke,” You replied, flinching as bullets bounced off the tractor you’d hidden behind.

“What now?” Five questioned, peeking out from behind and ducking as bullets whiz past him.

“We blink into the house?” You suggested, gesturing towards the building with your hands.

Five narrows his eyes at you before grabbing you and Diego and trying to blink you away. His fists turn blue, but nothing happens, just warbling. “Shit, I’m out of fuel. I’m too tired.”

“Go! I’ll… I’ll cover for you two,” Diego said, standing up.

“What?” You shake your head. “Diego—”

But he’s already stepped out, stopping all the bullets and holding them there. “Go!”

Five doesn’t have to be told twice. He grabs your wrist and makes a dash for the building. Once inside, he shoves you under the table following after.

“A little harsh, don’t you think?”

“I just saved your life, dipshit.”

“Didn’t ask you to.”

Five just clicks his tongue. “Well, too bad. You’re welcome to step out and get shot.”

There’s silence, and you frown at Five. “Why do you hate me?”

“I—”

Before Five can answer, a high-pitched ringing sound is heard, and he puts his arm around you.

“What are you doing?” You shout over the noise.

But in seconds, the house begins to shake, and debris falls from the roof as Five covers you with his body. Which was odd considering his earlier comments. A loud crash is heard, and Luther hits the ground with a thud.

Five lets go of you, scrambling from under the table and going towards his brother. “Luther, you all right?”

“Oh, I think I swallowed my tongue,” he moans, rolling over.

Five rolls his eyes. “Luther, if you swallowed your tongue, you wouldn’t be talking, you big moron.”

“That and you’d be choking,” You added, standing beside Five.

He lends a hand to Luther, hauling him up to his feet. “Come on, on your feet.”

Luther groans with the effort but steadies himself. “Hey, what the hell happened? What was that?”

“She must’ve redirected Vanya’s energy wave.”

“Yeah, I know, but how?”

Something cracks above you, and you feel yourself harshly shoved to the side, knocking against the wall as the bricks from the fireplace crash down onto Five.

“Watch out!”

“Five!” You scream, but then Lila enters the room, and you decide to remain tucked in the corner. Five was fine, probably.

Not like you cared… at least, you tried not to.

“What are you?” Luther asked.

Lila cracks her neck. “Someone who wants to kill your brother.”

“Well, that’s understandable. Diego can be a lot to handle.”

“Yeah, I was talking about Five.”

You roll your eyes at their exchange. Who did this lady think she was?

“Him, too,” Luther pauses, “but unfortunately, they’re family, so you’re shit out of luck.”

He swings a punch at her, but she catches it, causing his eyes to go wide.

“How is this possible?”

“Gotta believe in yourself, big boy,” Lila taunts before throwing him out the opposite wall. She follows after him, and you take your chance to get towards Five.

You pull at the bricks, trying not to panic when there’s no sound. “C’mon, Five,” You mumble. Suddenly a hand springs out, grabbing yours, and you yank the boy hard.

He lands on top of you, blood dripping from his head, but otherwise, very much alive. You sigh in relief, blinking harshly.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly as he rolls off of you.

He nods, looking anywhere but you. “I’m fine.”

You frown at his curt reply, but that was Five. What more was there to expect? He made it very clear he didn’t like you.

Something shuffles behind you, and you turn your head to see Lila again.

Five stands up, bringing you with him. “Looking for me?” He asks.

“Five—,” You start. He just looks at you, eyes pleading, and for some reason, you listen. Lila’s eyes flicker towards you, but before anything else happens, Five blinks in front of her.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me,” He said. “You wanna fight? Let’s fight.”

Both disappear in a flash of blue, leaving you alone in the wrecked house. You step through the hole in the wall, looking for the other siblings to see if you can be of help. You rush over to the group of them, lifting a tractor off of Diego.

“Yeah, but she can only mirror one of our powers at a time,” Klaus said with a raised finger.

“Who, Lila?” You asked.

Allison nods. “You sure about that?”

“Okay, I’m not sure about that, but she can only mirror it if we use it first, right? That’s confirmed.”

Everyone mumbles in agreement.

“So we just need to… not use our powers?”

“Maybe, and if we catch her like that, we can question her about her powers and stuff. Maybe she knows more about this than us.”

“Yeah, but first, we need to find her,” Diego said.

“She disappeared with Five,” You said, pointing towards the barn. “And I’m gonna assume those flashes of blue light are them.”

…

“Cause you’re one of us,” Diego spoke, stepping into the barn first. You follow with all his siblings, catching Five’s eye and moving towards him.

“What happened to you?” You asked.

He just scoffs. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Really? Cause you sure look like you had your ass handed to you.”

Five rolls his eyes. “Did you just come here to insult me?”

You shrug. “Why else?”

To check that you’re okay, to make sure you’re alive because I love you.

You miss the slight frown on Five’s lips after you said that.

“You don’t know me, Diego,” Lila spat, knife touching his chest.

Diego just smiles. “Don’t I? I know that we can be your family if you just let us.”

Lila glances around the room, and you offer her a small smile despite her antics to kill Five. Five gives her a tight-lipped smile, stepping closer to you and unknowingly brushing your shoulders together.

It happens in a split second. You heard the first gunshot, and you saw Allison fly to the floor. And yet, in slow motion, you can see the bullet heading for Five, and out of instinct, you shove him harshly to the ground before shortly following.

Pain floods your entire system as warm blood soaks your clothes. You turn your head to meet Five’s eyes as he lays next to you.

“Hey,” You breathed out before coughing up blood.

“You fucking idiot,” Five whispered, crawling towards you.

“I’m dying, and that’s all you can say?” You scoff, trying to cover the hurt. You didn’t know what to expect after saving his life, but it wasn’t that. But knowing he was alive was enough for you. Five was a hero, after all. You just hoped he knew a way to fix this.

Five just shakes his head, a hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “No, I… there’s so much I want to tell you, but I can’t.”

You laugh. “You can’t, or you won’t?”

“I don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how to love?”

Five’s eyes turn glassy as he nods. “I’ve been alone for so long… I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. I never hated you. I always—”

“It’s okay, Five,” You cut him off, coughing harshly again as more bullets are heard. Five doesn’t look up to see Lila crumble to the floor.

“You’re crying,” You mumbled, hand finding his. There’s comfort in it, knowing that as you’re dying, Five’s comforting you. He’s holding you. That’s all you really ever wanted.

“I know,” Five admits. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I love you, even if you’re not ready to love me back.”

More tears slip down Five’s face, and he brushes them off your paling cheeks. He doesn’t know what to do. Your breath keeps getting shallower, your eyes don’t stay open anymore, and you just sound like you’re in pain. He wants to tell you everything. He never hated you. He just didn’t know how to love you. Maybe he didn’t want to in case this happened.

He was used to solitude, and he was sure he liked it until he met you.

He needed you.

Five opens his mouth to tell you he’s ready when someone else speaks.

“Oh, good. You’re still alive. Lucky you, you get to see how this all played out.”

The Handler raises her gun at Five, but before anything happens, she’s shot down by Axel. She falls limp by Five’s side, and he turns back towards you.

“(Y/N),” he starts before he realizes you're gone.

He falls back in horror, realizing he never got to tell you he loves you too.

Memories flood his brain, clouding his visions, and he can hear you laughing in some of them, smiling at him, caring for him when he never did the same. You didn’t deserve that. He always knew he loved you, but showing it was so much harder than he expected. But in the thirty seconds, you’ve been gone, Five realizes he has to push that to the side. He misses you, his family, and his future.

“Start small. Seconds, not decades.”

Five offers one more look at you and realizes what he has to do. His hands turn blue as he begins to reverse the last minute.

It’s like déjà vu, but as predicted, the Handler walks in, and Five snatches the gun from her. He points it at her and she raises her hand in defeat.

“It’s true, isn’t it? What Five said,” Lila shouted. “Answer me, is it true?”

“Well,” The Handler starts before being shot down.

Your eyes widen at the sight of blood dripping from her mouth, looking towards Five dropping his gun.

Lila runs towards the briefcase, followed by Luther and Diego.

Five, however, speaks to the Swede. “Enough.”

The man echoes it back and leaves.

As soon as he’s gone, it’s like time starts again as the siblings begin to talk. Diego and Luther already arguing, but Five just rushes towards you.

You’re startled when he hugs you tightly, one arm around your waist and the other on the back of your head.

“Five?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” You ask with a chuckle.

Five swears he's never heard anything better than that. He takes a while with his response, eyes tracing your face and taking in all your beauty.

“Ready to love you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, but he just cups your face tenderly and kisses you. You melt into his arms, falling into them easily. His thumb rubs small circles on your cheeks before pulling back and resting his forehead on yours.

“Why the sudden change? Thought you hated me.”

Five just smiles. “I never hated you.”

“I never hated you either.”

“I know,” Five said smugly. “You were pretty obvious about it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Thin ice, Five.”

He just kisses you again. “Love you, sorry.”

“Mhmm.”

— END —

🏷 five taglist: @ClearBasementVoid

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #five x reader #five x you #five x y/n #tua five x reader #tua #tua s2 #tua s3 #the umbrella academy #five headcanons #aidan gallagher #tua fic #tua five

[xbarrjallenx]

Dancing At A Funeral

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral!Reader Summary: (Y/N) reminisced some of their memories with Ben during his funeral. Requested: Yes / No Word count: 2.592 Posted: 23.06.2022 Warning(s): Ben’s death, fluff, grief, mentions of blood, season two spoilers, unedited imagine Song inspiration: Good Grief - Bastille A/N: I wrote this imagine way back in 2020, after finishing Season 2, so it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and just posting it to celebrate Season 3. Yay! It’s too long, I know, but I hope you still like it. Also, should I keep this with Vanya or should I change to Viktor now? The happening dates back to Season 1, so I am not sure. Feedbacks are always appreciated, because my writing is very rusty. Help your girl to improve, please! Also, English is not my first language, so mistakes can be found. I’m sorry and thank you! - G. x Take note: (Y/N) and the Hargreeves siblings were twenty-one years old during the funeral. 

It was one gloomy afternoon for six loving young adults: five of them were his extraordinary siblings and the remaining one was you, his beloved best friend.

The group was still shaken up for the heartbreaking news, but all of you managed to suppress the overflowing emotions by putting up your best poker face whilst you formed two neat semi-circles on both sides of his snow-covered casket.

“Why don’t you ever talk to your siblings about your feelings? Look at you right now: messy and all over the place.” You questioned while you pulled him in a gentle and comforting embrace.

“Emotions aren’t welcomed nor appreciated in the Hargreeves’ household, (Y/N). We’re all messed up, my siblings are just stronger than me.” He calmly informed you, lingering the warmth and comfort that your body emitted.

Ben Hargreeves - the sweetest and the most caring person that you have ever met in your life. He was loyal and understanding, an extraordinary person, abilities and character-wise.

“(Y/N), is everything all right?” Vanya derailed your train of thoughts, noticing how fixated your eyes were on your best friend’s picture - he seemed so happy and light-hearted.

“Yes. Thank you, Vanya!” You forcefully smiled, glancing at her with your slightly watery eyes. You were glad that she was still concerned about you, even though you barely saw her when Ben was still alive.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings gave you a solace stare soon after, silently letting you know that they had your back at all times. It was a cold and snowy day, but their kindness and sympathy were enough to warm your body and your miserable heart.

“Kudos to you for staying strong, (Y/N)!” Klaus proudly exclaimed, slightly making you smile for his kind remarks.

Klaus. Klaus was the most supportive Hargreeves ever. He was the contrary of Ben, who was introvert, silent and shy. Klaus was rather extrovert, dorky and talkative. In fact, when the former wasn’t in the mood of talking, he was more of a listener, the latter was your companion on sputtering nonsense.

You were very grateful of them, Ben and Klaus were surely the reason that you have met each other, that you have become friends.

“Hey, dear!” A boy about your age startled you as he approached you whilst you bit on you calorie bomb pastry. “I’m so sorry to scare you, but I want to inform you that you have a stalker over there.” He pointed a booth with six twelve year olds, wearing immaculate and familiar uniforms: The Umbrella Academy.

They were famous. Well, the daily news were always full of them, so it was impossible to not acknowledge them.

“Excuse me?” You confusedly corrugated your forehead as you put your dessert back on its plate. “Aren’t you part of that group?”

He hummed and nodded. “Yes, but do you see that little kid there: shiny jet black hair, cute almond eyes, so handsome?” He moved his hands as he sincerely described the boy. “He’s my brother and he’s been admiring you since we came in.”

“That’s creepy, but he’s cute.” You chuckled as you waved your hands towards the children’s direction and the concerned boy covered his face with his both hands out of embarrassment, watching you and his brother through his fingers.

That moment was the beginning of your friendship with the Hargreeves siblings and, as they snuck out of their house almost every night to meet you at Griddy’s Doughnuts, you slowly learnt everything about them: from how their superpowers functioned to how dysfunctional their family was.

Although you got along very well with all of them, it was needless to say that your relationship with Ben, Klaus and Vanya were stronger. They were the most vulnerable ones in the Academy and they were never afraid to open up to you.

The friendship was amazing and it quickly grew, but, as the years went by, you also started falling apart - less siblings came to your daily meet ups, until Ben and Klaus were the only ones left. It didn’t mean that you hated the other siblings, though, you were still very fond of them, you were just not as close as before.

“Your bed is so soft!” Klaus exhaustedly commented as he messily plopped himself on your bed. The three of you decided to change your location since the pastries at Griddy’s Doughnuts started making you feel nauseous. You surely have tasted everything in that diner!

“Bookworm!” Ben shrieked at the sight of your huge book collection - it was his comfort object, mostly after using his powers during a mission.

Your friendship was not rocket science at all: they found their comfort person and they were grateful to have you. You were their only best friend and they perfectly knew that they could count on you, and vice versa. They were your safe haven, the ones who kept you safe and warm, and you were their pole star, the one who guided them when they were feeling lost or overwhelmed of their powers and Dad’s rules.

The two teenagers enjoyed visiting you almost every night, sometimes both of them would knock on your window, most times it would just be Ben, but never only Klaus, until one day, that very specific day.

“(Y/N)!” A trembling Klaus entered your window, despair and sorrow behind his voice. “(Y/N)!”

He was shaken up and felt uneasy. You were almost sure that something bad has happened in the Academy. “Klaus, breathe. Settle down and we’ll talk about it.”

You gave him your water bottle, letting him catch his breath. “(Y/N).”

“Klaus, take your time.” You gently announced, calming him down as you rubbed his back. What could have possibly happened? Nothing really bad, you hoped.

You both remained in silence for a little while - Klaus defeated his breathlessness and you watched him as he halted his emotions from spilling.

“Are you ready?” You carefully asked, getting the empty water bottle from Klaus’ hand. He just nodded in response. “All right, slowly and calmly.”

He started trembling once again and you continued rubbing his back, letting him know that he was not alone. He hardly swallowed as he gathered his courage to tell you everything.

You started panicking by seeing his actions, but you were the fortress between the two of you, you couldn’t break nor fall. Not right now.

“Something in the mission went wrong,” He sadly started, staring straightly in your eyes. “and Ben is gone.”

A big lump in your throat suddenly formed and it was very hard to swallow. Your shoulders fell down like teardrops, salted water started streaming down your face and your world fell apart.

Your hand and knees started to shake, not knowing how to take the news in. “It’s not a good joke, Klaus. You are lying!” You blurted out, eyes started to sting badly.

Ben meant so much to you and he perfectly knew it. He couldn’t just come over and joke about Ben’s life, it was illegal.

“(Y/N), honey.” Klaus engulfed you in a comforting hug, calming you down as you started to messily sob against the crook of his neck. You were hurt and your chest was so tight, heart breaking in small smithereens - he was now the one who needed to stay strong, for the both of you. “Yes, I know, I know. Just let it out, don’t be afraid.”

Well, so much for being the fortress. You felt that you weren’t strong, not at all - the enemy has attacked you one time and you quickly fell, you quickly broke. Ben and Klaus were the ones who gave you strength, but one of them brought all of it with him, in his grave.

“(Y/N),” A deep voice quickly shooed your thoughts away: Sir Reginald Hargreeves. “would you like to say a few words?”

You were so busy in reminiscing that you didn’t notice Reginald, Grace and Pogo arriving. Those memories with Ben made you happy, but a huge horde of sadness washed you away once the old man brought you back to reality: Ben was still dead.

Reginald Hargreeves never liked you and it was strange that he didn’t throw a fit as soon as he saw you in one of his kids’ funeral - perhaps it was out of respect for Ben. He has always reputed you as a bad influence to his children, mostly to Ben, but the teenagers stood up for you uncountable times, breaking the rules just to see you and Ben happy and smiling.

“No, Sir Hargreeves. Thank you!” Your voice broke in the middle of the short sentence and the siblings hastily gave you a comforting look, nonetheless their distressed faces. They hated seeing you suffer, just as much as you all hated Reginald and that meant a really lot.

The old man nodded in response and, as soon as he started walking back inside his mansion, Grace and Pogo following soon after, the sobbing of the Academy members intensified, pouring their hearts out whilst tears uncontrollably streamed down their faces.

“It’s nobody’s fault!” Vanya strongly pointed out, trying to make her siblings feel better after the eulogy that you have just missed.

“How would you know, Vanya? You weren’t even on the mission.” Diego sputtered and your heart ached at Vanya’s failed attempt of consoling her siblings.

Vanya softly gasped, tightly holding her black umbrella before leaving the courtyard. She must have felt left out, again.

“Nice going, asshole!” Luther fiercely spat, defending Vanya - a thing that Ben usually did.

You faced the remaining siblings and they started arguing between them again, sending you back to remembering your memories of Ben, of how he would run to your house to avoid his siblings’ futile fight.

“Hey, can I stay for a little while with you?” He shyly asked, hoping you wouldn’t turn his request down.

“Are your siblings fighting again?” You empathically questioned him, putting down the book that you were reading on your desk.

“Unfortunately.” His shoulders dropped down, sadly looking in your eyes. It hurt him to see his siblings argue over everything.

You smiled at him and put a vinyl record on your player, Stand By Me, sung by Ben E. King, starting. “I dedicate this song to you, Benerino!”

He quickly smiled and hummed to the song, both of you proudly singing when the chorus would come.

“Thank you.” He quietly murmured in your ear after you pulled him into a heartwarming hug.

You missed him. You missed him so damn much.

“(Y/N),” Klaus softly called you, thread of thoughts cut once again. “shall we dance?”

You raised an eyebrow and the waterworks turned on once again: Vanya was playing Stand By Me with her violin and Klaus remembered how Ben would ask you to dance whenever his favourite song played.

“Gladly!” You grabbed Klaus’ hand, letting go of your umbrella, snow flakes quickly resting on your head and shoulders.

You and Klaus slowly danced around Ben’s coffin. It seemed like you two were celebrating that the Horror was gone, but you were just cherishing the memories you shared with his beloved brother.

“Dad’s not around anymore, you can let your tears fall freely.” Klaus reminded you, knowing how much you were trying to contain your emotions.

“I just miss him, Klaus,” You truthfully admitted. “I miss him so much.”

Klaus’ glance shifted from you to something behind you, but he still listened to your confession. “I am sure that he misses you, too.”

When the song finished, you asked the boy to leave you for a little while, wanting to talk to the unanimated Ben for a few minutes. He gladly respected you decision and he went towards the gazebo, eyes fixated on you, or maybe on the empty spot next to you. Your eyes were blurry because of the tears, so you couldn’t really figure it out.

“Hey, Benerino!” You sweetly chuckled as you caressed the photo on his casket, snow slowly melting because of your hand’s warmth. “You’re gone too soon, but I hope you feel better wherever you are right now, albeit I still think that it’s just unfair. What’s going to be left of the world, if you’re not in it, huh?”

The thought of not growing old with him destroyed you. You were perfect for each other, you had loads of amazing things with him, and you wished you had Klaus’ powers to conjure Ben up. You wanted to see him again.

“You’ll be now missing from the photographs in the mansion. You gave me another reason to stop coming in this hellhole.” You softly laughed.

God, how much you missed hearing his laugh after your horrible jokes and puns.

“I’ve always told you to take care, Hargreeves.” You frowned. “We’d be on my bed right now, laughing and cuddling to battle the cold whilst Klaus intoxicated us with his messily rolled joint.”

You hated it when Klaus was drugged, but it was the anaesthesia to his awful life.

“Ben, I am so sorry if I never had the courage to tell you this, but I love you so much. I love you more than anything in my life and it just hurts because you would never know anything about it and I would never know what you think about it.” You messily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)!” A Ben Hargreeves covered in dried blood approached you as soon as he entered your window. Your eyes nearly popped out of their orbit at the sight of him and you rushed towards his direction, wanting to engulf him in a huge bear-hug. “Don’t!”

You feigned offence and raised an eyebrow. “All right, but, at least, tell me that none of it is yours.”

He quietly chuckled, softly shaking his head. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“Well, thank goodness!” You sighed in relief. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He refused at first, but he caved in soon after. He came up to the terms that he couldn’t hug you if he was covered in blood and vice versa.

“You know, I’m the one with superpowers here, but you are way more powerful than me.” He confessed as you both plopped yourselves on your bed.

“How could you even say that, dummy?” You wondered, looking at his perfect face.

His face turned serious. “You perfectly know how I feel about myself after a mission, after killing people,” Absolutely! He would be disgusted to the point of despising his powers and existence. “but just with the sight of your gleeful smile, I already feel better and stronger.”

Ben was able to make you smile widely, thinking that he was very sweet to say those words. Little did you know he has just  professed the feelings he had for you.

“Thank you so much for these nine years of friendship, Ben.” You shortly nodded. “You have been an awesome best friend.”

As soon as you finished, you called Klaus. He was looking on the spot next to you and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Are you fine, Klaus?” You gently checked on the Séance, worrying about his sanity. “Are ghosts bothering you again?”

“Please don’t forget him.” He blurted out, ignoring your questions. Was Ben around you? Did he conjure him?

You shook your head to stop yourself from being delusional and answered Klaus. “How can I forget him? Every minute and every hour, I miss him, I miss him more.”

#ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #netflix #xbarrjallenx #justin min #justin min x reader

[itstheghostofmypast]

Five: If there is one thing I'm thankful for it's-

Diego: Your family?

Klaus: Bloodshed?

Luther: Alcohol?

Victor: Coffee?

Five:...

Y/N: Guys...can we please exchange our vows without interruptions?

Ben *hands Five a gun* arent you glad I'm your best man?

#five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #five x y/n #tua x reader #five hargreaves x reader #vanya #allison hargreeves #tua imagine #tua incorrect quotes #sloane hargreeves #luther hargreeves

[londonharrington]

evermore | ben hargreeves x fem!reader

Y/N grew up knowing that happily ever after only exists in fairytales, until Ben makes her realize it was not.

notes: 8/9 of my 100 followers celebration! mentions of abuse and neglect. i imagine this one for umbrella!ben. au where ben doesn’t die and five doesn’t disapppear.

this pain wouldn’t be for evermore.

When Y/N was a child, she knew that she wasn’t deserving of love.

She was different from her siblings and father. They didn’t have powers, but she did. And this made her weird and not like them.

And to make matters worse, Y/N believed that she was the reason why their mother died. She died a few months after giving birth to Y/N. Though her siblings and father would never tell her this, her mother loved more than she ever loved them. She was every adamant to not sell her away when Reginald Hargreeves came knocking on their door, even when they desperately needed the money.

Her family resented her so much. They made her their maid. She cleaned, cooked, did laundry, maintained the garden, and etc. She took care of everyone in that house even when nobody took care of her.

Though, maintaining the household was not a problem for her. Since she had help. She had the ability of talking to animals. She was able to persuade them into doing what she needed them to do. She is able to talk to said animals, just to chat and talk about families as if they had been friends for decades. And that is the main reason why she never she never felt alone in this cruel world.

♡ ♡ ♡

Y/N was on her way to the market when she saw a bunch of kids who were dressed in uniforms with someone who looks like their mother.

She tried to mind her own business, buying her family’s needs and wants and trying to budget everything, she saw two boys running around, chasing one another. She slightly smiled while looking at them, feeling slightly jealous that they were able to enjoy life and just be teenagers.

She was looking to buy some lettuce when one of the boys bumped into her.

“I’m sorry! I did not see you there.”

“It’s alright, no harm done,” Y/N replied, smiling at the boy.

“I’m Klaus,” he said smiling at her, and he pointed to the other boy, “and that’s Ben.”

Y/N looked the other boy, who hasn’t said a word to her, smiling at him as well, “Nice to me you both. I need to go ahead now,” she said before going away.

“Wait!” Klaus shouted after her.

Y/N did not stop and instead walked faster. She went to the checkout lane and quickly paid for the items.

She rushed home and saw her sister waiting for her, arms crossed.

“You’re late. You’re supposed to be home five minutes ago.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I got caught up in the market.”

“You know the consequences, Y/N. No dinner for today. Go do the laundry,” her father suddenly interjected.

“Yes, Sir.”

Y/N rushed to the laundry room as she tried to breathe in and out, trying to settle her feelings down. She doesn’t want to cry. Not now, not ever. If happy endings exist in this life, she wasn’t deserving of it.

♡ ♡ ♡

Later that night, Y/N went outside to just breathe. She went to the park really hungry, seeing as they did not allow her to have dinner.

She sat on one of the benches and saw duck and as well as ducklings trying to cross the park.

“And where are you going, dearest? Do you need help?” Y/N asked to the mother duck.

The duck quacked and Y/N understood. She crouched down and opened her arms, as the ducks stepped in.

Little did she know a group of seven siblings were watching her.

♡ ♡ ♡

Two and a half years later, Y/N stood by her apartment window, looking at the sunrise.

The seven siblings did manage to track her down and they learned of her conditions. They managed to help her escape from the horrid household that she was in.

Those two years passed by quickly and not without any new relationships formed.

Y/N became best friends with Klaus and Allison. Frequently going out with the two of them.

Vanya was still shy around Y/N as if it was the first time they met. Diego and Luther were still indifferent. And Five was still insulting Y/N as the day they met.

However, with Ben, it was different.

She developed something more with Ben. The two developed a romantic type of relationship, different from what she had from the others.

Ben showed her so much love at first that Y/N felt weird at first. She never felt so much love and as well acceptance from the people around her.

“Hey, you’re already awake? It’s so early.”

Y/N turned around and saw Ben walking towards her as he wrapped his arms around her. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder as he placed a kiss on her temple.

“Well, you’re already awake, Ben. So you can’t really blame me.”

“I woke up because you weren’t in bed anymore.”

Y/N laughed as the two remained near the window, staring at the sun that was rising.

“You know I love you right?” Ben began.

“I know. I love you too, by the way,” Y/N said, looking at him.

If you told Y/N that she was to be with the love of her life a few years back, she would have never believed you. However, things have their way of working themselves out, and this time, it was for the better.

♡ ♡ ♡

taglist on the reblog

add yourself to my taglist

#ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x y/n #ben hargreeves x you #justin h min imagine #the umbrella academy imagine #tua imagine

[graceloveswolves]

One Shots

—————————————

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreeves

My Love For Klaus i

My Love For Klaus ii

Diego Hargreeves

His Wonderful Dance Moves

#the umbrella academy imagines #the umbrella academy characters #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #Diego Hargreeves #number four #number four x reader #number 5 x reader #number two x reader #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves

[fivecoffeemugs]

The Umbrella Kids and Merchandise

With all of the The Umbrella Academy Merchandise that was made, you bet the umbrellies as kids definitely kept some for themselves as a joke (Or they actually liked some) 

And you can just imagine some of the drama that went down. 

Take the "Number Five Coin Purse" for example:

Klaus: You guys like my new coin purse? 

Diego: Huehuehueh 💅✨PURSE.✨💅

Five: It's a wallet.

Diego: Preeetty sure it's a purse. 

Five: WALL-ET.

Vanya: I...I think it's a nice coin purse.

Five: ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ

•••

Just imagine the chaos.

•••

Luther: Who took my limited edition Allison Hargreeves coaster?!

Diego: No one wants your coaster dude.

•••

Klaus: Your nail polish sucks Ally, no offence or anything.

Allison: ...Okay...?

TUA Scenarios Masterpost

#the umbrella academy #tua #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #the hargreeves #This is back when they were kids so that's why I used Vanya #vanya hargreeves #viktor hargreeves