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𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟯 - issue #10. what are you

series masterlist ! current: what are you ! next: commercial break three

pairing; five x eight warning; panic attack, slight ptsd, language, fighting, not proofread word count: 5.9k notes; its the end this book, the rest is just extra I wrote between the two years they made us wait for season three. thanks for reading.

"Authorities are asking for help identifying several persons of interests at Dealey Plaza at the time of the assassination. The FBI believes they may have been acting in concert with an alleged shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald.

“Vanya Hargreeves wanted in connection with the deaths of several FBI agents inside the federal building in Dealey Plaza. A Cuban exile known only as Diego....who recently escaped from Holbrook Sanatorium. A bare-knuckle boxer with suspected mafia ties who fights under the alias "King Kong." Allison Chestnut A Negro radical responsible for instigating and organizing the recent riots at Stadtler's lunch counter. Klaus, the controversial cult leader, and known tax evader.

“Eleanor Fitzgerald is the daughter of a known shadow government member, Luke Fitzgerald, caution is dangerous. The FBI is asking the public to be on the lookout for this unidentified boy, who they believe is being held hostage by the suspected terrorist network along with Miss. Fitzgerald."

Eight scoffed, “Great so the rest of world now knows about the whole shadow government," she said as he had her arms crossed.

"God I hate that photo," Diego said as he mentioned his.

"They're saying I instigated the riot? That's unbelievable," Allison huffed.

"The good news is that we restored the timeline and we stopped doomsday," Luther thought positively.

"Look friendly green giant, positive thinking is a brick wall. We are now the most wanted people in the world," Eight laughed, "We have absolutely everyone after us." she clapped.

"Well, where are we supposed to go?" Vanya asked.

"I have this yurt just outside Reykjavik," Klaus offered as he went down the steps, "We could totally lay low there. Folks, there are a little weird but lovely."

"Klaus darling," she said, snapping her fingers catching his attention, "Hiding is not gonna make a difference here. The Commission will hunt us down wherever and whenever we go."

"She's right. They'll never stop," Diego said causing the blonde to turn to the man.

"I'm sorry since when are you an expert on the Commission?" Five asked, not believing his crap.

"Since I got back from there," He replied looking at Eight, “You’re idolized over there," he said rolling his eyes at the statement.

"I know," she answered, "How were you there Diego?" she asked getting off the railing and stepping closer to him.

"For your information, I was headhunted, and offered a job," He explained standing tall to look at her.

"You?" She scoffed, "They might as well have called Klaus," she laughed and turned to Klaus, "No offense."

Klaus waved his hand smiling, "None taken."

"Well I was, and I found out Vanya was doomsday from the Infinite Switchboard," He told her now their faces almost touching as they yelled at each other.

"I call bullshit, you probably broke in, and someone helped you," Eight replied, poking his chest with her finger.

"Well I did—" before he could start, Eight put her hands on the sides of his head as they started glowing. He smacked her hands off him.

"Ha, I was right, Herb helped you," she snorted as he was able to read his thoughts before he smacked her hands off.

"You freak witch get out of my head!" He yelled, moving his hands to choke her, but Eight beat him to it and punched his neck, leaving him gasping for air.

"Bitch!" he wheezed as he gave her the finger.

Eight mockingly blew him a kiss, "Suck my dick," she spat.

Allison groaned, "That's all you guys can do! It's always you all against Eleanor, trying to see who can outdo her!" she told her siblings as she sat on the stairs.

"We are better than her," Most of the men in the room argued.

The blonde scoffed and crossed her arms, “Oh please, you wish.”

”Can we please go for five minutes without dick-measuring?" Allison asked her siblings in disbelief.

The Seance then raised a hand pointing upstairs, “Actually I had a question, who broke all the shit up the stairs?” Klaus asked curiously.

"Well I'm not naming names but, Eight and Five, they do end up in a bedroom—"

"—Luther!" The couple exclaimed.

"Ah, so that's two of us now, who's next Luther?" Diego said, annoyed.

The blonde laughed, “You’re just jealous I actually have a sex life,” she mocked and again flipped him off.

"Look we don't have time for this. The Feds could be here any minute," Luther said.

"That's what I've been saying," Allison added.

"I'm agreeing," Luther nodded.

"Okay, calm down, Hairy—" Five told the giant.

"Hey, It's King Kong. And I'm sick of your ass, okay?" Luther scolded his brother.

"Yeah okay you win," Diego now said to his giant brother.

"Guys, we need to move, okay?" Luther offered them, "That is more important here. That is our only option."

"No we need to box these windows," said Diego offering a different solution, "and stay here."

"I'm leaving," said Vanya, suddenly catching the attention of the siblings.

"What? To go where?" Allison asked her sister to get up from the stairs.

"Sissy's farm. Something's wrong with Harlan, and I need him," she told them antsy to leave.

"Vanya, we need to stick together, okay?" Luther said to the timid girl stepping closer to her, "Now more than ever."

"That's why I'm telling you this," Vanya said, "Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I might've caused it."

"How?" asked Klaus sitting near her.

She sighed tears brimming her eyes, "He drowned, and uh somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it's like we're connected."

"What does that even mean?" Luther asked, much more confused.

"I don't know, I can't explain—" she started but was cut off.

"I might know how to explain it a little," Eight started, putting her hands in her pockets, "For some reason every time Vanya was in trouble I was able to feel it." she told them, "Like last time, I felt you use your powers to kill Leonard. And this time to kill all those FBI agents. It's a feeling we get when someone is in trouble."

"I know he needs my help, and I want my family by my side," Vanya replied nodding at Eight's explanation.

Diego stepped closer to her, completely ignoring everything she had just said, “Look I'm sorry. We have other priorities right now,”

"Diego's right," Five added, "For once, we need to make our stand here and now."

Vanya looked at Allison, who looked away rather than make eye contact. No one else spoke leaving her to realize no one was coming.

"I guess I'll see you when I see you," She finally said and left the place, sighing sadly.

Eight turned to Five and gave him a look.

"What?" he whispered, lifting his hands.

She pulled him to a corner, "We have to help her, Five," she told him.

"But I would be putting you in danger and I don't want that," he told her seriously.

"Harlan is an eight-year-old boy Five," she whispered towards him, her eyes pleading him to help.

Five looked down to their feet and sighed, "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.

Eight nodded, "I do," she said smiling.

The teen leaned forward and grabbed her face and pulled her into a short kiss.

Eight pulled away and smiled pulling Five with her. She opened the front door to the car.

"Five, Eight you don't have to do this," she said but was nonetheless happy.

"We know, you owe us," Five said as he looked at Klaus, "children ride in the back."

And Klaus did what was asked and moved to the back, As Five got in and Eight went in and sat on his lap facing Vanya.

"Guys I don't know what to say," she said looking at each one of them with a smile.

"Don't have to say anything darlin'," said Eight as she wrapped her left arm around Five's neck, as he held her in place with his arm on her lower back.

The car's trunk finally lifted and the car squeaks and creaks under the weight of the giant.

Eight's mouth opened to say something but never got to, "Anyone makes a fat joke, and I'm outta here," Luther said with his eyes on the blonde in the front, so she closed her mouth and rather leaned her head on Five's shoulder for the car ride.

During the car ride, no one said anything, rather they enjoyed the peaceful silence that would last for so long. To the couple in the front enjoying each other's embrace to the siblings in the back seat.

As they neared their destination, from a distance a snowstorm could be seen in only one spot which was over the farm. It seemed that it had been snowing for a while as most of the ground was evenly coated.

As the car came to a stop the Hargreeves stepped out of the car, "You think whatever's going on inside is causing the cold front?" Asked Diego as they looked up at the crackling.

"Well of course you idiot," said Eight as she breathed out looking at it.

That was a woman bust out the farm with a shotgun, "Get back!"

"Sissy!" Vanya yelled trying to get closer.

"All of you just get the hell back!" the woman called Sissy, yelled as her gun still pointed at them.

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong?" asked Vanya as she had her arm out.

"Carl," she said to her.

"What did he do to you?" Vanya asked calmly.

The woman started freaking out as she started breathing shakily, "He's....He's dead," Sissy told Vanya, "Harlan tossed me aside like a rag doll, the same way you sent those policemen flying. What did you do to him?" she asked Vanya, anger showing the most.

"No—"

"—What the hell did you do to my son?" she asked Vanya.

Diego began walking forward, reaching to grab a knife by his thigh, "Don't have time for this,"

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he said as she pointed her gun at the man now.

"To help your son," he said, also sticking out an arm.

"Look, Sissy, I found my family, these are my brothers and sisters," Vanya explained pointing at them.

Five and Eight just sent the woman half a smile, while the others smiled or if you're Luther, "M'am," and waved.

"Were you lyin' to me the whole time?" the woman asked sadly.

"Of course not," she said stepping a little bit closer, "Look I didn't know who I was. But I do now. And we are not monsters that they say we are. We did not kill the president. We are not terrorists. We're not here to hurt anyone," she explained to Sissy.

"Then....who are you?" Sissy asked.

"The only one who can help Harlan," she said truthfully.

The woman nodded and let them go in the barn and saw the mass of energy surrounding the small boy.

Eight grimaced looking, the sight looking all too familiar, she just hoped it didn't end the same. In a moment of nausea, she doubled over and threw up. Recalling the death of her own son.

Five gripped her, "Hey it's okay, it's not going to end the same," he said to her in an attempt to calm her down. As Vanya walked through the barrier.

"Uh, guys?" Klaus called out to the siblings as he saw something outside.

"What?" Diego said walking to Klaus along with the others behind.

"Ah, shit," Said Diego.

"What, who are they?" Asked Klaus confused as his siblings somehow knew everyone he didn't.

"The girl is the one Diego should've slept with and the lady is basically the devil in Prada but not Mery Streep," She explained to Klaus as she felt better not looking at the boy.

Klaus hummed loving the explanation, "Yeah well both look pissed," he said.

"Diego was the last with them, so it's his fault," said Eight looking at Diego.

"I'm gonna go find out what they want. You stay behind with Vanya and the kid," said Five.

"I'm coming with you," Diego said.

"Me too," Said Eight but was stopped by the two.

"No," they both said.

Eight glowered at them, "Uh, why?"

Five gripped her shoulders, "Look, you are our secret weapon, they don't know your powers are back," he said.

"What he said, so get all fire-bally when you see us all dying," Diego motioned to all of them and walked out with Five.

Three of the siblings didn't listen and stepped out leaving a heaving Eight who couldn't stand the sight of the poor boy. One of her hands leaning on the hail bail, the other was on her stomach as she dry heaved. Doing her best to ignore the commotion behind her.

That was when bullets began to rain on the barn and she ducked behind the hay trying not to get shot at. She silently cried hoping the boy was okay, and her siblings, most importantly Five. All the bullets were giving her flashbacks to many times she's traveled through time in times of war. Now realizing what made her the best was not killing but surviving.

That's when she heard the familiar sound of Vanya's humming, she was saving them as she sent a flying blast towards all of them, the sound popping her ears. The blonde stayed on the ground not being able to have the energy to get up. She put her hands over her ears not wanting to hear anything as well.

Well great, Eight was having a panic attack in the middle of battle. Her hands gripped the hay as she tried to do what Five told her. Take a deep breath in... She tried but it seemed her breaths were shaky. All she could think was the memories of her dying child's crying. She could feel the anguish he went through. As it was going on, she felt it when she held him. Her tears spilled. Her ears then picked up a noise. She had to push through for James, for her family.

Deeply she let the air fill her lungs, and let out her mouth. Standing tall she craned her neck both ways and looked at her surroundings seeing Lila and Five.

"This isn't going to be quick," she said with an evil smile.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Eight finally spoke up walking out from the shadows.

Lila looked over and the now uniformed blonde, "Perfect, you'll both die, as you deserve, I'll enjoy you a little less, you know missing powers and all that." she taunted.

The blonde smirked, "Well let's fight it out let's see shall we?" she asked and strode over to her, throwing a fake punch that she ducked too, as Eight kneed her right in the face.

Lila got up quickly and looked at her, "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Lila said giggling.

"Let's dance darling," Eight said, gripping the girl and teleporting them to the middle of the field where the hundreds of Commission agents lay.

"What? How?" she gasped looking at the woman, being told she wouldn’t be able to use her powers.

"You didn't think I'd be a mindless monkey forever?" the blonde said as she swung at her but she disappeared using Five's ability. Huh, so that's how she did it.

Without missing a beat she conjured her lucky lasso and wrapped it around her ankle, and pulled her to the floor.

The girl tried doing the same but she couldn't and was confused, "What are you?"

In the distraction she jumped behind her wrapping around her lasso around her neck, "Your worst nightmare," she whispered into her ear.

Lila had been cocky at the start of this, thinking she wouldn't have to deal with the blonde too much. But here she was afraid, as somehow this girl was able to block her ability and she wasn't able to gain her ability.

Lila stomped on the girl's foot as she let go, the girl was coughing. So in anger, she used Luther's strength in a physical fight. Punching her in the face as she tumbled to the ground.

Eight groaned and teleported to wrap her legs around Lila's neck, tumble her down using her own strength, and rolled out of the way. Lila was able to find a knife on the ground from many of the fallen men. And threw it at her.

Eight didn't blink as it disintegrated before it hit her, "What the fuck?" whispered Lila, having no idea what her powers were. Her mother mentioned maybe the moving things with her mind, but this. This was something else.

"Tired yet?" Eight taunted.

The birt was getting tired of this and used Vanya's powers in an attempt to take down the blonde.

"You don't want to do that, Lila," Eight said as she watched her chest glow along with her eyes. If Vanya herself couldn't hold her down, how would Lila?

"Why, are you afraid?" Lila said hopefully now being a step ahead of her, floating in the air in front of her.

Eight sighed knowing she had no choice, "You will regret this," she said.

Lila's smirk disappeared when she saw Eight begin to glow a golden hue, and her hair starting to float. Angrily Lila releases the energy at the woman, but it never reaches her. Rather it gets absorbed by her colorful fire.

Eight's glowing eyes look at the shocked girl, "You shouldn't have messed with my family," she said as she lifted her closed fist and opened her palms facing up, dealing a powerful blast that sent the girl flying straight into the barn.

The blonde teleported into the barn as Five still stood by her. The blonde still glowed as she looked at the coughing brunette, who struggled to get up.

"1993 East London," she spoke getting up from the floor staring at the glowing girl, "You two hog-tied them and you shot them in the head," she explained to them.

Eight didn't have her eyes glowing anymore but everywhere else was, and she turned to meet the eyes of her husband. She remembered the task The Handler had given them.

"The flower merchants," they both spoke letting out puffs of cold air.

"They were your parents?" Five gasped in surprise now realizing why she wanted to kill them.

"And they never did anything to anyone," said Lila spitting at the foot of the glowing girl, "They didn't deserve to die like that."

"Lila it's true we killed them, but we have killed many people over the years," started Five his body still in the position to fight.

Eight swallowed hard and looked at her, "But it was just a job. That was never personal," she spoke to the girl less dangerous form now.

"'Never personal,' my ass," she laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, I've killed. It's always, always personal."

This caused Eight to cock her head, "You really had me there in the first half, but that's why you aren't cut to be an assassin."

Lila reached for a knife in her boot and pointed it pathetically towards Eight, "Want to bet your life on it?"

The blonde wasn't scared, she was trained to be the best of the best, and an emotionally attached killer wouldn't do much, "Hey, now we may have killed them, but it was the Handler who faked the kill order," she said to her.

Stepping closer to her with the knife, "Bullshit, AJ Carmichael ordered it, and you both carried it out," she seethed at the woman.

"Do you think I'm willing to lie to you right now for the sake of it?" Eight exclaimed getting closer to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling the knife to her own heart, "The Handler gave us the kill order, she came along, bugged me the entire time, that day in London, she was there. Ask yourself why?"

The mimic swallowed as her knife was hovering over the blonde's heart, "Stop trying to get yourself out of this," she said shakily.

"If you want to kill me that's fine, but think about it, why was she there that day? She wasn't there for your parents, she was there for you." the blonde spoke softly.

Lila furrows her eyebrows at the information, "Why?" she said allowed.

"'Cause you're one of us," Diego's voice came in, "The Handler stole you, Lila. Just like our asshole father took all of us," he said stepping closer to the girls.

"No, it's not the same thing," she said, raising her voice looking at the blonde.

"You're right because he didn't have our parents murdered." Diego tried to say.

Her eyes still on Eight's blue, the woman spoke to her, "You were born October 1st, 1989, the same day as all of us," she spoke calmly.

Lila pressed the knife forward onto the blonde as she felt Diego step close, "Stay back all of you, or I will kill her!" she exclaimed.

The siblings all did the exact opposite rather they surrounded her, afraid of what could happen to the dimly glowing blonde.

"I trusted you, I got you a job, I even introduced you to my mother and then you took off on me," she hissed looking at Diego.

"Because I needed to save the world!" he yelled back hoping to get close enough to detach the two.

"She's using you, Lila. The Handler" said Eight as she felt the knife press closer to her, making her hiss making all the siblings a little antsy.

"You're wrong, she raised me. She loves me," she told the blonde believing it.

"Do you really believe that—" Eight began but was cut off as she felt the knife pierce her skin a little.

"Hey, get your hands off, or I'll kill you," Five seethed as he saw his wife's face contort in pain.

"Five, stop!" yelled the voices of the two siblings near Lila.

"Hey I know why you dragged me into the Commission, you were afraid of what she would do with all that power. She's dangerous," Diego said stepping closer.

"I know what it's like loving people who are dangerous, the only difference is..." he continued, his eyes darting to his siblings, "They love me back."

"Shut up," she hissed looking away from him and blinking her tears away.

"The only thing she loves is power. Now the minute she can't use you, she will turn on you, and deep down, I know you know that" he told her, his hand going forward to her hand on the knife.

Eight felt like a total third wheel at the moment, and the third tire that's about to pop, "Lila, she doesn't have to be your end, you have us, and we can help you," she spoke up not wanting to be left out.

The brunette's eyes darted to the blonde, then Diego, and the others around them, but before any more could be said gunfire rained on them, the sudden sound caused Lila's hand to slip and stab the blonde causing her to gasp.

The brunette moved out of the way as the bullets rained, none touching the blonde as they disintegrated, but she toppled down due to a different circumstance. The blade within her heart.

"Eleanor, Diego," she gasped, crawling towards the fallen siblings.

The young woman sniffed as she saw her fallen friends.

The Handler walked forward and looked down, a smile coming on her face as she saw the fallen Eight.

"Even in death she's gorgeous," she shook her head and cooed, looking at the knife in her heart.

"It's true what Eleanor and Five said, isn't it?" Lila questioned her mother.

"Darling I need to know we can get past this, be a happy family again? Hmm?" The Handler asked the kneeling girl.

Lila stood and looked around and saw all the dead bodies, "They're my real family," she said now walking up to the woman, "Do you even love me?" she asked sadly, she knew the answer but she wanted her to say it.

The woman didn't reply; rather she raised her gun and shot her. Letting her fall on the ground with the other siblings. Then walked around and heard Five gasp.

"Oh good, you're still alive. You got to see how this all played out. Your beautiful wife is stabbed in the heart, and like petals on a flower she perished," she smiled and lifted her gun at his head. Before any more could be done, bullets rained on the woman as she gasped and turned to see her culprit. The Swedes. And just like her analogy, the Handler fell, not like a graceful flower, but a tree blown off by a hurricane.

Five gasped as the man walked forward and was about to shoot him. But then past recollections of memories entered his mind.

We use my ability to time travel.

"You're the genius who said we should jump, Right? You're the one who got us stuck here." Luther's voice echoed.

"Maybe your appetite is disproportionate to the size of your abilities," Reginald's voice echoed, "Start small, seconds, not decades."

His puffs of breath could be seen in the air, but nonetheless, he began using his abilities to turn back time in seconds. Slowly he watched the Swede walk backward, unshoot the Handler. Getting up, his eyes darted as he watched Lila's body lift from the ground back to life and hovering over Eight and Diego's body.

His eyes darted to his wife who slowly got up, the knife no longer in her heart, and her dim glow surrounding her once more. Just as the rest of the siblings were back to where they first were.

Five popped out of the portal and looked down to see no bullet wounds in his body, he looked up seeing the same scene all over again.

"Lila, she doesn't have to be your end, you have us, and we can help you," she spoke up as Lila glanced at her.

This time before the Handler had a chance to shoot them, Five was one step ahead and grabbed the gun from the woman, pointing it at her.

Eight was able to back up before the knife could do any more damage. Looking around and the crazy woman who was about to shoot them all down.

"It's true what Eleanor and Five said, isn't it?" Lila questioned her mother, now holding the knife at her side, and looked at the woman with her hands raised.

The Handler said nothing and avoided eye contact.

"Answer me! Is it true?" Lila yelled as her eyes were teary.

"Well—" before any more could be said, she was shot and she toppled to the ground, again. Well for us and Five, for them (the people in the barn) not.

Everyone gasped at the sight of the dead woman. Lila took it as a chance to run towards the case.

"The case!" yelled Luther as he tried to step forward but Diego beat him down to it. Letting Lila disappear.

Five held his gun at the Swede, but dropped it, "Enough," Five said ultimately.

The Swede looked around the room and saw no one look hostile towards him, so he repeated his actions and dropped his gun, "Enough," he said in Swedish and walked out of the barn leaving the siblings alone.

Eight powered down, no longer glowing. She looked over at Five and the two hugged each other tightly, relieved that they were alive. Well...Eight....you died, but go off.

"You died," Five whispered into her ear as he gripped the back of her head onto him.

"What do you mean?" she whispered back, not knowing what he meant.

With one of his hands, he brought her hand to his head, as she used her powers to see what he saw. She saw herself get stabbed, and saw all of her siblings get shot.

She pulled away, and placed her hands on either side of his face, "But that didn't happen, you saved us," she reassured him. Placing a short kiss on his lips, "Thank you."

"Vanya! Help" yelled the familiar voice of Sissy down below.

"Harlan!" Vanya gasped and ran down below.

Five and Eight looked at each other and followed her along with the other siblings.

"Sissy?" Vanya called out worriedly as she quickly ran down the steps, and tumbled into the power thing.

Eight saw the sight and immediately turned around. She may have gotten over the panic attack alone, but a sight like that would forever traumatize her.

"Whatever it is I gave you, I can take it back, okay? We just need to stop this," She heard Vanya's voice say to him.

Eight walked a little further from the group as she felt nausea coming up again, and leaned on a pillar. Then she felt the burst of energy in the room but was too afraid to look back. Five came up behind her and put his hand on her back as she was hunched over. She turned her head to look at him.

"The kid's fine," he responded.

Eight smiled in glee. Happy that someone was able to save the child, unlike her.

"Come on," he said to her offering his hand.

She took it and they began walking up when they heard a familiar zap. Someone from the Commission had come in. Five and Eight began walking out of the barn along with Diego who had heard it.

"Eight, are you sure your puking is due to your trauma?" Five asked suddenly.

Eight snapped her head towards him, eyes wide, "Of course it is why wouldn't it be?"

Diego coughed, "Well you know you slept with—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Eight stomped and sent the two flying towards the ground as she huffed walking off, "Unbelievable."

"Herb!" Eight squealed running over to the man and pulling him into a hug. The man put the case down and hugged her back.

"Guess we never got to talk after all," he said to her with a chuckle.

"Yeah, sorry," Eight sighed pulling away from the hug.

"Is she..." Herb started.

"Dead? For sure Herbie," she replied then felt the presence of the two next to her again.

"Five, Diego," Herb greeted with a smile.

"Who's running the Commission now?" Eight asked not letting the males get a second to talk.

Herb started fidgeting not knowing what to say.

Dot smiled and patted him, "Just tell them," she reassured.

"We need to elect a new board of directors. But until then, I've been voted in as acting chairperson," he said with a smile, not wanting to brag.

Eight smiled wide her dimples showing, "I knew you'd be there someday!" she said hugging the man and slightly lifting him.

"Congrats, Herbie, That's huge," Diego congratulated.

"I'm so goddamn nervous!" he confessed but still with a smile.

"You'll do fine," Five added.

"Oh thank you," he replied.

"Herb, we need a favor," Five finally asked.

"Oh, sure, anything," herb said with a smile.

"A briefcase, to get back home, where we belong," Eight spoke up her hands in her skirt pockets.

Herb pointed a finger at her and smiled then turned to the many men behind and women behind them.

"Take your pick," He said.

Eight smiled and looked over to two males, "Grab one I'll meet you at the house, I need to give Herb a word,"

The two brothers knew it was best to listen to her, as she was already pissed at them. The blonde turned to Herb and grabbed two envelopes with a note above from her coat pocket handing them both to him.

"If you would please deliver these, It'd mean the world for me," she said putting her hands back in her pockets, “Thanks for everything Herbbie.”

The man looked at them and nodded, smiling, "Will do Mrs. Hargreeves," he said and paused putting them in coat, “And you are most welcome, you are a great friend.”

"Bye Herbie," she said waving and turned around walking back to the house.

Her walk back was sort of melancholy, within her she knew something was going to happen. She didn't know when or what, but something was coming. Subconsciously she moved her hand to her stomach and sighed.

The life she ended up creating here was a short one. But the people she grew to know and love belonged here and they would stay that way. The Fitzgerald family had grown to love the blonde as one of theirs, and even though now she was gone, it would stay that way.

As she reached the home she paused standing outside getting a look at everything, one last time.

"Sorry about insinuating you know...." Five's said snapping her out of daydreaming.

"Well you better be," she huffed annoyedly.

"I'm just making sure," he chuckled, raising his hands defensively.

Eight rolled her eyes at the teen, “Be glad that the heat of moment let that happen.”

“Trust me, those few hours will be on replay for the next few days,” he told her, he paused leaving them in silence for a while, "Wait when you were here did you ever date or go out with other boys?"

The blonde chuckled, "Of course I did," was all she said.

Her husband looked at her with wide eyes, "What—"

"Don't worry Eleanor was very safe," she let him know with a laugh patting his shoulder.

"Curse your good looks," Five huffed.

Soon enough night had reached the farm and it was time the siblings returned to their time. All of them surrounded Five who was getting the briefcase ready.

"Everyone ready?" aked Five to the surrounding family.

"Let's do it," Luther confirmed.

"Okay," he sighed as his wife held his shoulder with her left hand and held Allison's hand with her right.

"Wait!" Klaus exclaimed and ran back to the porch grabbing a hat and putting it on and running back to the circle.

The siblings held onto each other as he briefcase clicked on. One second they were at the barn the other inside the Academy with the familiar chandelier in the air.

As they appeared they looked around the familiar home. But Eight felt a different vibe this time, and she couldn't place it.

"It's April Second, 2019 the day after the apocalypse," Five said to the siblings.

Eight smiled and walked away from the group as they celebrated. She went into the living room and noticed the wall had a very different painting. It wasn't Eight or Five, but Ben...

"I knew you'd show up eventually," Reginald's voice rang as he got himself up from his chair.

The blonde turned over to him just as the other siblings had arrived.

"Father...." she half chuckled seeing the man once more, "Good to be home."

The man raised an eyebrow, "Home? This isn't your home." Oh, that's not good.

"What are you talking about? This is the Umbrella Academy," Allison said she said.

"Wrong again," He spoke up, "This is the Sparrow Academy." He finished and looked up behind them as footsteps approached.

They all turned to see five shadowed figures from above, and the sixth, walking in through the door.

"Dad, who the hell are these assholes?" said the voice of Ben, or what seemed liked Ben, but a scar across his eyes.

They were in shock that's for sure. So the Umbrella Academy answered in the best way they could, "Shit."

#five hargreeves x oc #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #aidan gallagher #the umbrella academy #season two #eight hargreeves

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Klaus + Lila parallels

#tuaedit #uaedit #umbrellaacademyedit #klaushargreevesedit #lilapittsedit #Klaus Hargreeves #Lila Pitts #The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #TUA #TUA S1 #TUA S2 #TUA S3 #raysgifs #the schedule ends in eight days and i have no idea how to stop it

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mediocreomen · 2 years

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allison took new hair new me WAYYY too seriously this season. girl what the fuck

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numberednamestournament · 6 months

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Characters submitted without propaganda. Top 2 will qualify for the tournament.

#d 90 #loki series #eleven stranger things #stranger things #tobias eaton #divergent #zero two #darling in the franxx #k1 b0 #danganronpa #viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy #septimus heap #number eight #lorien legacies #preliminary round #poll tournament

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**The umbrella academy in an interview**

Interviewer: Number Seven (Y/n Hargreeves), who would you say is your favorite sibling?

Y/n:...

Five: It's obvious that's me because we—

Y/n: NUMBER FOUR!!!

Five: WHAT THE F!!??—

**Technical problems, the transmission was interrupted**

#y/n #t/n #y/n Hargreeves #five x y/n #tua #the umbrella academy #RD #wip #fictional scenarios #number five #number eight #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #yaquítenmeelinternet

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Drawing inspired by @i-dropped-the-chief 's fic that has now consumed my life😀 Elenore is so special to me now I just had to draw her😭😭

#tua ocs #tua fanfic #five hargreeves #number eight #tua five #five x reader #merry christmas even though it's february #this probably makes zero sense out of context but ifykyk #good morning and merry christmas

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● Este AU es sobre la idea de la amistad entre Vance Hopper y Ben Hargreeves de The Umbrella Academy y los celos que está le provoca a Bruce Yamada.

Bruce y algunos de sus compañeros del equipo de beisbol estaban comprando dulces en el pequeño puesto que hay en el cine antes de entrar a la sala designada para ver una película de acción la cual el joven Yamada no recuerda el nombre.

El pequeño puesto de dulces estaba en frente de la sala 14-G así que, todos ellos, tuvieron una vista perfecta de Vance Hopper abriéndo la puerta de dicha sala para darle paso a un chico que estaba hablando sin parar. Pero lo que llamaba la atención no era que el joven Hopper le haya abierto la puerta a alguien más voluntariamente y de buena gana.

(Esto último era totalmente mentira, todos los chicos + Bruce estaban sorprendido por las acciones de Vance).

Sino que Vance Pinball Hopper estaba escuchando con atención lo que estaba diciendo el misterioso chico con una sonrisa y de vez en cuando respondía. Es decir, se notaba a leguas que Hopper estaba a gusto teniendo una conversación con el otro chico.

Ambos chicos (Hopper y el misterioso chico) se formaron en la fila del puesto de dulces y debido a la poca distancia que había entre ellos dos y el grupo de béisbol, los últimos podían escuchar a Vance y al otro chico hablar sin que estos se dieran cuenta.

X: *Haciendo grandes ademanes con los brazos mientras explicaba algo*.

X: ..¡Y por último todo el mundo sabe que preguntar: "¿Qué es lo peor que podría pasar?", en una situación como esa es prácticamente como ponerle precio a tu cabeza rodeado de asesinos a sueldo!

Vance: *Miraba al otro chico con una sonrisa burlona en su rostro pero se le notaba a leguas que estaba prestando atención a cada palabra que decía el otro chico*.

Vance: ¿Y tu punto es...?

X: *Lo mira con una ceja alzada despues de detener el movimiento de sus brazos *.

X: Mi punto es que eres un idiota.

Vance: *Lo mira con fingida ofensa tatuada en su rostro*.

Vance: Ese serás tú.

Vance: ¿Cómo es Eso que me dijo Finney la otra vez?

Vance: Hace falta uno para conocer a otro.

X: *Murmura*.

X: 그리고 당신은 그 문구의 완벽한 예입니다 ...(Y tú eres un ejemplo perfecto de esa frase)

Vance: *Niega con la cabeza con una sonrisa en su rostro*.

Vance: 나한테 좋은 선생님이 있었다고 말할 수 있겠지, 벤, 그렇게 생각하지 않니? (Se podría decir que tuve un buen maestro ¿No lo crees, Ben?

(Se puede decir que después de escuchar ese intercambio tanto Bruce como sus compañeros tenían la quijada por el suelo).

Ninguno de ellos sabía que Vance Pinball Hopper hablará coreano y no ir supuesto mo de la forma tan fluida con la que hablaba.

Pero mientras la fila avanzaba Bruce Yamada no podía dejar de reproducir los últimos momentos en su mente.

¿Vance puede hablar coreano?

¿Desde hace cuanto?

¿Ese chico era amigo de Vance?

Bruce sentía que le iba a explotar la cabeza por toda la información que estaba recibiendo su cerebro en ese momento.

Y ni hablar el estado en el que estaba su corazón despues de escuchar a Vance "Pinball" Hopper hablar tan fluidamente coreano. Como si fuera algo cotidiano para él solamente, como si ni siquiera tuviera que pensar en ello.

Una pequeña espina de incomodidad se incrustó en el joven Yamada al preguntarse si el hecho de que Hopper supiera hablar otro idioma estaba o no exclusivamente relacionado al otro chico con quien el antes mencionado (Hopper) salió hace unos momentos.

Y el simple pensamiento de que ese fuera el caso, le dejo un mal sabor de boca a Bruce.

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● This AU is about the idea of friendship between Vance Hopper and Ben Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy and the jealousy that makes Bruce Yamada.

Bruce and some of his teammates from the baseball team were buying sweets at the small booth in the theater before entering the designated room to watch an action movie of which the young Yamada can't remember the name.

The small candy stand was in front of room 14-G so all of them had a perfect view of Vance Hopper opening the door of said room to let in a guy who was talking non-stop. But what was striking was not that young Hopper willingly and willingly opened the door for someone else. (That last one was totally untrue, all the boys + Bruce were shocked by Vance's actions).

Rather, Vance Pinball Hopper was listening carefully to what the mysterious boy was saying with a smile and from time to time he responded.

I mean, it was clear that Hopper was comfortable having a conversation with the other guy.

Both boys (Hopper and the mysterious boy) lined up at the candy stand and due to the short distance between them and the baseball group, the latter could hear Vance and the other boy talk without them noticing. they noticed.

X: ..And finally everyone knows that asking: "What's the worst that could happen?", in a situation like that is practically like putting a price on your head surrounded by hired killers!

Vance: *He looked at the other boy with a mocking smile on his face but it was clear that he was paying attention to every word the other boy said*.

Vance: And your point is...?

X: *Looks at him with a raised eyebrow after stopping the movement of his arms*.

X: My point is that you are an idiot.

Vance: *Looks at him with feigned offense tattooed on his face*.

Vance: That will be you.

Vance: How's That Finney told me last time?

Vance: It takes one to know another.

X: *mumbles* X: 그리고 당신은 그 문구의 완벽한 예입니다 ...(And you are a perfect example of that phrase)

Vance: *Shakes his head with a smile on his face*.

Vance: 나한테 좋은 선생님이 있었다고 말할 수 있겠지, 벤, 그렇게 생각하지 않니? (You could say I had a good teacher, don't you think, Ben?).

(You can tell that after hearing that exchange both Bruce and his companions had their jaws on the ground).

None of them knew that Vance Pinball Hopper would speak Korean and it wasn't supposed to be so fluent in how he spoke.

But as the line moved on, Bruce Yamada couldn't stop replaying the last moments in his mind.

Can Vance speak Korean?

Since when?

Was that boy a friend of Vance's?

Bruce felt like his head was going to explode from all the information his brain was receiving at that moment.

Not to mention the state his heart was in after hearing Vance "Pinball" Hopper speak so fluently Korean.

As if it were an everyday thing for him only, as if he didn't even have to think about it.

A small thorn of discomfort was embedded in the young Yamada as he wondered if the fact that Hopper knew how to speak another language was or not exclusively related to the other boy with whom the aforementioned (Hopper) dated a few moments ago.

And the mere thought of that being the case left a bad taste in Bruce's mouth.

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what do you mean this isn’t how ep 8 went?

#this is HEAVILY inspired by mzo.art’s reel on instagram #i used the exact same poses 😭😭#but yes #this one took a while guys #i suck at animating #the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #five hargreeves #tua s3 spoilers #tua s3 #tua spoilers #my doodles #guys i LOVED episode eight so much

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Has it only been like three days since I last posted a chapter? Yes. But shh, it's fine. It's mystery time, guys. Let's solve a murder!

#luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #the umbrella academy #canon divergent au #because seven eight nine

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Currently frothing at the mouth for the third season of The Umbrella Academy. With everyone rising from their tua fandom slumber as well, here’s a link to my five x reader fic.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five x reader #five x oc #tua fic #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #eight hargeeves

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Life Is Too Short To Last Long

Synopsis: Five Hargreeves is on a self-destructive rampage, and Viktor needs to stop it before it gets worse.

Word count: 2931

Trigger warnings: mentions of death, death, suicide, blood, cursing. Like Five buddy are you ok

Author’s notes: HERE IS THE REPOSTED VERSION OF THE FIC WHERE I KILL FIVE!!! PLUS CHAPTER TWO!!! ahaha so I did try to get this over 2k and!! It worked!! So that’s why it’s got so many run on sentences and lengthy descriptions, sob. Anyway I hope you likey because this is my pride and joy and like the first actual REAL fic I’ve ever finished (and I may make a third part, so stay tuned!) Also, Five is super ooc in the second part, but that is because he is dead. So. Tags: @conchshell, @stupidcanofpeaches, @assaily, @burnmyself, @sharkneto, @hargreef, @rllybritrlly (idk if you read fanfic brit but i like torturing people so…. youre on the taglist now lol)

Hi, sorry for the tag guys! But I DID end up finishing this and I think it’s pretty good if I do say so myself muahaha

“Come on, Five,” Viktor pleads, but Five only presses his hand closer to his chest. Viktor can feel all of his ribs through his shirt. Five is so skinny. How did he not see it before? Who knows how long it’s been since he ate? Since he sat down and took a break? How long has it been since he’s gotten a shower or relaxed?

“Just do it,” His brother begs, holding his hand like a lifeline against his heart, and Viktor stops short. Five never begs. He’s aloof. He’s prideful. He’s cold. But above all, he does not beg.

Viktor swallows and shakes his head. “I can’t.” He’s not lying. The cold pierces through the night like a sharp knife, gleaming and hard, the type of cut that you don’t notice until you’re bleeding out on the floor.

Viktor is the one metaphorically bleeding out on the floor.

Five’s eyes grow hard and cold, the greenish blue laced with anger and pain. Viktor is startled by their intensity. “Just do it,” he repeats, and his voice is shaking slightly, warm breath releasing in pale grey puffs into the light of the streetlamp and the dark road. A place for a nighttime stroll or midnight donut run. Not a place for a killing. Not a place for a suicide.

Viktor feels the tears coming, but he swallows down the lump in his throat. “I don’t know why.” Maybe he can prolong this. Maybe if he makes Five explain, he can talk him down.

Five shuts his eyes, lashes fluttering on pale cheeks. Viktor can feel his heartbeat, pounding shakily but holding steady. “Because the Commission implanted a disease in my brain.”

“And what does this disease do?” Viktor grills desperately, hoping with all of his will that his siblings are coming soon. If anyone can help Five it would be Allison’s rumors or Luther’s strength, or Diego’s knives and Klaus’s wit. They would all be so much better in this situation.

“It makes me want to destroy you,” Five says, opening his eyes again, and they are very shiny, like an ocean in the sunlight. “It makes me want to kill you all and myself, so I’d rather you get it over with before I have to kill all of you.”

The night is quiet. A gust of wind chills Viktor to the bone. He’s never felt this cold in his life. “You’re my brother. I can’t hurt you.”

Five lets go of Viktor’s hand, suddenly feral, savage, a wild boy turned rabid. He grows teeth, snaps, snarls. “You have to, Viktor! If you don’t kill me, I’ll kill you! It’s a kill or be killed world, and the only thing to do is kill me, because you can’t die, not when I’ve been working my whole damn life to keep you alive!”

Viktor is silent. Guilt chews its toxic way through his stomach, eating out his organs, leaving him desiccated and immobilized on the floor.

“You did it once. You can do it again.”

That’s what does it. That’s what fells the final blow. Viktor remembers the agony, the anger, the lash, the worry.

He’d killed his family. Five’s time spent in the apocalypse was his fault.

Viktor has to put him out of his misery, no matter how much he wants to hold on.

He stares at this boy, this boy that is not the same as he remembers, and Five is spitting and maniacal, shouting something about how Viktor needs to kill him, to just channel his power and blow his brains out, but Viktor has stopped listening.

There’s really no other choice but to kill Five, then. To kill the only brother he’s ever really loved.

How sad is that? How tragic must the Hargreeves be to be put into situation after situation, and now their backbone is offing himself at Viktor’s hand?

But time stops for no one, not even the Master of Time, and Five is already foaming at the mouth, hungry and ready for blood, and Viktor has to choose: does he want to die or does he want Five to live?

Five slams Viktor’s hand against his chest again, weakly, like he’s running out of steam. “I told you why. Now do it quick.” His eyes are bloodshot and pained, and glistening with something that looks like tears. But it can’t be tears. Five Hargreeves never cries. Crying is too weak. Crying is too human.

And Five Hargreeves isn’t human. He’s a cold, unfeeling killer. This is what the world has shaped him to be.

Viktor is teetering on the edge of humanity, ready to fall.

“You goddamn coward,” Five whispers, sensing the change in the atmosphere, and Viktor goes over the edge, toppling into the dark pit of oblivion, past his soundproof chamber and critical whispers and into the shadows where it is dark and cold and black, and there he sees a boy, standing alone.

The boy is holding a leash empty of pets, and his hair is dark and unruly and falling in a curtain over his face. He is thin and short, with icy blue eyes far too intelligent for his face, and he is wearing a blue uniform piped with red. The boy opens his mouth, and blood spills out over his teeth, staining them red, dripping down his chin in lazy rivers that spiral in scarlet kaleidoscopes. The leash drops from his hand as he collapses, and Viktor hears his own voice within the boy’s tortured scream- KILL ME.

He flies back to the present where things are overwhelmingly hot and Five is back in front of him and the streetlights gleam pale fluorescents and the wind whistles like a cheery barber and Viktor is filled with a strong and sudden conviction that this is what he is supposed to do.

He’s gotta be a good brother, right?

He nods, looks at his brother. Five nods back, mouth in a tightly pained grimace. They both know what comes next, and although later the guilt will come, the overwhelming loneliness and hurt and shame, for now Viktor can only see the fact of what is happening right now and what will come.

His plan will be put into action, and Five might never forgive him, but he can’t just let him go.

Viktor unleashes his power in a burst of blue white, and the world is bathed in pale light.

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He lands on the ground hard, feet unsteady by the force of the blow.

The ground is unseeable, and Viktor can’t see his ankles or feet, because they are wreathed in black smoky sludge.

For some reason, this does not bother him. It does not worry him that he cannot see his feet. Usually it would, he thinks, and then laughs at himself. Why is he thinking about his feet?

He looks up. He’s alone on an empty street, the smoky black sludge coursing down the decline but not pulling him along with the current. It is dark, not the dark that smothers the night, but the dark that wraps you in a comforting blanket. There are no stars, only an endless path of evenly spaced street lamps on either side of the road he is standing in. It’s quiet. Viktor takes a breath.

He does not note the sudden change in temperature, or the way the trees droop like abandoned dogs. It does not bother him.

Or, at least, he thinks it doesn’t.

The world feels very simplistic, a mirage of black and white. It’s beautiful. The sludge keeps its course down the pavement, and the black sky keeps on twinkling. The glaring white lights from the streetlamps only add to the atmosphere.

A sudden ringing of a bell, a chime. Viktor turns his face heavenward. It is the first sound he has heard since he arrived, wherever he is. Whatever he is.

He tilts his head back down to look back at the path and in front of him is a short, chubby girl, with long brown hair and straight bangs and pale white eyes rolled back in her head.

Viktor knows this girl well. He has been her. He has felt her pain and felt her worries and felt her embarrassment and sorrows and scars and he knows, with conviction, that she is here to chastise him.

He is not scared, for some reason, but his skin crawls.

“Viktor, Viktor,” the girl cries, distressed, tears rolling down her face, fat and always coming in their amusement. “Viktor, what have you done now?” She appears to be looking for him with her pale unseeing eyes and Viktor tries to walk closer, to console his younger self, but the sludge prevents him from moving. “I don’t know,” he tries to say. “Why are you here?” but his mouth doesn’t let him, and when he opens it the only thing that comes out is open air, cool and unfeeling and emotionless.

The girl says, “The pain will come soon.”

“Viktor, you have made a grave mistake,” says another voice, and when he looks again, the girl is gone and in her place is a tall, bulky man with an olive trench coat and closely cut butter-yellow hair. There is the vaguest notion of recognition behind those white eyes, and Viktor startles by the intensity of it.

Another blink and the man is now a curly haired dark skinned woman, and she leans forward, lips by Viktor’s ear, and he tries to jerk back from her touch, but he can’t move. The woman whispers, only you will realize what you have done, and leans away and when he sees her again, moon-white eyes pale and unseeing, she is another person, a man, with short, curled hair and a mischievous grin, and the man says, “You will regret this,” and then skips around Viktor in a circle and he tries in vain to escape the sludge and paralysis, and the black sludge is rising, rising, coating his legs and the bottom of his torso and is crawling higher and higher still, up to his neck and chin and Viktor cannot move and he seems to be suffocating from the power of the black sludge and the man with the grin laughs, happy, so happy to see his pain and suffering, so happy to see justice carried out, and then the man is gone and in his place is a boy.

The worst part is that the boy does not do anything. He just stands there, watching, knowing, and his eyes are not white, they’re blue-green. A startlingly familiar color. He stares at Viktor with recognition and disappointment.

“Viktor,” he says. “This was not the plan.”

And then Viktor remembers, in a racecar rush, vibrant and killing.

The pain, the flash, the regret. It comes in like a waterfall, almost crushing him alive.

“Five,” he says, almost desperately, pleadingly. “I couldn’t.”

“You need to go back,” Five says, quickly. There is no question, no hesitation. Viktor wishes he had that confidence. “You can’t stay here. You don’t belong here. You weren’t supposed to kill yourself too.”

“Neither do you,” Viktor argues. “You were too young.”

“I was fifty eight,” snaps Five. “I was done anyway.”

I was done anyway.

How had Viktor not seen it?

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he whispers, not really a request. “I would have helped you.” He doesn’t add: I’ve been there. I know how it feels to be alone.

To want to just… be gone.

“I wasn’t your problem,” Five waves away his words, eyes everywhere but Viktor.

“I care about you. You’re my brother.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. Care about me, that is. All it’s gonna bring you is trouble.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Viktor says, reserve going steely. How could Five just leave them like that, again?

He wanted to leave.

Why would he want to leave? How could he willingly kill himself?

But it was Viktor who killed him, really.

“Just go,” Five says, turning away; and Viktor is suddenly mad because it sounds a whole lot like what he said before, before he pointed the hand at himself, before he told Viktor to just kill me, you damn coward.

Viktor’s not the coward, Five is. Five’s the one who’s been running his whole life, first from their dad, and then from the Commission, and now he’s running from life into the comforting arms of Death.

Five’s the real coward here.

Viktor tells himself this, and it helps him stay calm as he says, “What made the Commission so angry as to plant the disease in your brain?” He needs an explanation. Maybe things can make more sense, maybe he can make a plan, maybe, maybe, maybe.

Five rolls his neck to the side, and it makes a cracking sound. “Pissed em’ off, that’s what. I refused to kill Kennedy, and when I went back to get the briefcases in the first apocalypse, they did it. While I was sleeping. It only hurt a little bit,” he adds when he sees the expression on Viktor’s face.

Somehow, Viktor does not believe him. Five’s pain threshold is like a tastefully decorated altar. It’s not really a threshold, and Allison had told them long ago that if Five downplayed something, it was definitely worse than he said.

Allison! What had happened to her? Viktor hasn’t seen his sister since three days ago, when he and Five broke off, away from the Sparrows. The others scattered elsewhere. None of them have reached out, or tried to communicate.

At least, not that he knows of. He hasn’t reached out to his siblings either, mostly because he can’t.

He really misses his sister. He misses his dumbass brothers, too, despite all odds.

“Viktor?”

Viktor looks up, and he’s made a plan, he’ll stall, just keep Five with him for as long as he can. “Sorry. I don’t think you can stay here. I won’t let you. If I go back, you’re coming with me.”

Five’s blue-green eyes darken, pupils contracting, until they are swallowed by an ocean of color, an abstract art of madness and torment. “I can’t. If I go back, I’ll just kill you. This is the only way.”

“There is always another way,” Viktor says, voice rising. “You taught me that yourself. There is always another way, and there is more than one way out. We can tie you down so you don’t hurt us. We can, we can confine you so you’ll still be with us somehow, I-”

“Do you hear yourself?” Five cuts in, snapping like a rubber band on the edge of a knife. “Do you seriously think I’ll agree to that? Why would I want to live in a world where I can’t do anything?”

He’s right, and Viktor knows it. The only reason Five is here in this medium space is because Viktor is. And because Viktor won’t let his memory go.

He’s selfish. The kind thing, the good thing to do, would be to let Five go to wherever it is he wants to go, and not hinder him in his travels. Viktor can honor his brother’s memory in his own, and let the spirit go free.

Klaus has told him enough about the dead for him to know that spirits don’t like to be contained.

“I don’t know,” Viktor says, softly, like falling snow. “This feels like Ben all over again.”

He doesn’t think that he can lose another brother, watch another fade away for real.

Viktor looks up again, and Five has moved to stand beside him, a comforting presence. “If you go back and I stay… there might be a chance that the timeline is changed. If I’m dead, I can’t be in Dallas in the past. That means that I’ll probably be with the Sparrows.”

Viktor sniffles. “I don’t know if I can handle that after seeing Ben.”

“It’s okay,” Five says, a little awkwardly. “I’ve already lived a long life anyway. I don’t mind.”

He still looks about twelve. It’s weird to hear him say that.

And Viktor still doesn’t want to let him go. Although it would be the kinder thing to do.

“The girl already met with me,” Five says, “And she said that I was ready to go. Whenever you are.”

“The girl-”

“She doesn’t want to meet with you. She said it’s not your time yet. So you can go. Whenever you think you can let me go.”

VIktor wipes his nose on the back of his hand and holds his arms out.

Five stares at them a little bit in confusion, and Viktor says, “One last hug, before I leave?”

Five smiles, just the tiniest bit out of the corner of his mouth, and Viktor thinks that he wishes he would have smiled like that more when he was alive.

His brother is warm, and his elbow pokes into Viktor’s stomach, but he finds he doesn’t mind. Five rests his head on top of Viktor’s shoulder, because he’s tall enough to do that now, Viktor sighs.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, Five,” he says quietly, and Five doesn’t reply, only buries his face deeper into Viktor’s hoodie.

Viktor wonders how long it’s been since Five’s been hugged like this.

Finally, his brother pulls away from the hug, and Viktor smiles at him a little.

“Bye, little brother,” Five says, crooking another sideways grin.

Viktor wishes he could capture him like this forever.

Remember him smiling.

He lets go, and the light is an overwhelming symphony in the dark.

#five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves #Number seven #number five #Fanfiction #REVEL IN MY EIGHT PAGE LONG DEATH CURE AU

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𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟯 - issue #9. old-timer eight

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pairing; five x eight warning; mentions of past events, language, character death, sad feels, word count; 3.0k notes; not much, just sad benny moment.

"Wait, I'm sorry, that's Eight?" questioned Luther as he looked at the woman with long white hair.

Eight clenched her jaw and lifted her hand to scratch her neck, "That's me," she squeaked.

"Five, why am I looking at younger me and you?" Older Eight asked the old Five who stood next to shocked Luther.

"Come with me, I'll explain, just let them walk behind," the older Five said as they looked at the young blonde scratch herself and noticed the glint on her forehead.

The older woman nodded, as she held her briefcase, and walked along with her husband and Luther.

Younger Five and Eight were behind as they began to spiral, getting ticked off by everything and everyone.

"Hey what are you looking at?" Five asked a man that walked by them as they went up the steps.

Eight was just as agitated, the man brushed against her, angry she shoved him off her, "Don't touch me you asshole!" she exclaimed, climbing the steps, not caring about the man's protests behind her. The young couple couldn't even look at each other without feeling annoyed as well.

The worst case of paradox psychosis.

"Will you quit touching me, you filthy slubberdegullion, ” Eight hissed at him shoving him farther from her.

Five scoffed at the word she had just used, “You weren’t saying that when you were moaning my name earlier!” He yelled back at her shoving her towards the fenced bridge.

The older Eight chuckled as she heard the two bicker behind them, "Well, be glad I'll be getting rid of them," she said to Luther as she was told.

The man looked at her confused, "What do you mean?" Luther asked.

"Luther, there's a reason I'm the best at what I do," she said with a kind old lady smile, "A couple of kids don't scare me."

"Get off me!" the voices of the very sweaty and itchy youngsters screamed, as they whacked each other.

As they turned the corner, Luther stayed back as he stood between them, "They're using me to kill us aren't they?" Eight asked knowing what she would do in this situation.

"What? Her? She's gonna kill you, that's ridiculous," Luther faked and laughed, his voice clearly lying.

Eight chuckled, "You are a shit liar Luther," Eight said wiping sweat off her nose with her sleeve.

"What do you want me to do? You won't listen to old Five, and old Eight is scary," Luther began as he looked at the blonde, "I mean how is she old and has so little wrinkles?"

"So you admit that you're conspiring against us?" Five said looking at Luther.

"Do you both and I mean both of you admit that you're suffering from paradox psychosis?" He asked the two rising an eyebrow.

"Of course not," Both of them replied, then looking at each other in the eye and glaring.

"It's not like she's going to kill you guys, it's only a version of you guys," Luther tried to reason as he continued to walk.

"We are that version," seethed Eight following after the not so friendly giant.

"Hey, I don't love it, either, but he's actually got a pretty good plan," Luther said as they walked behind the older couple that was talking up ahead.

"What? The one where you guys off us and then jump to 2019 to save the world?" Five says as he adjusted his clothes.

"Wait how do you know that?" Luther asked, surprised.

Eight laughed, running her hand through her hair, "Because it's what we would do," she replied as she shuddered to adjust her blazer, "If I was trying to kill some kids."

"Okay, all I know is that we got way too many of you two and you two are the ones acting like maniacs," Luther said annoyed at the two.

The two scoffed, "Maniacs? We'll show you maniacs if you want," Five said angrily, his eyes twitching.

"As your spotter, the best thing is to put you two out of your misery," Luther told the two.

"Luther you feeble brained toad!" Eight gasped, as her hair sticking to her face from the sweat, "Out of the two of these Eights. Remember I'm the one who has the Force controlled." she threatened he eyes shining slightly for a second.

The man looked at her as there was no denying that she looked crazy, her eyes were wide and pupils dilated. She was constantly scratching herself, her eye twitching, and adjusting her clothes.

That's when she gasped realizing what was happening, "Aha!" she said gripping Luther to a stop, "Of course how did I not think of this sooner! You only react to age and authority, and older us seem to be that for you!" she exclaimed poking his large chest, with her small twig of a body.

Five scoffed realized what she meant, "Eight you genius," Five said now looking at Luther, "You are experiencing daddy issues, this time with your own brother and sister, which honestly is making me go a little crazy," he said fidgeting.

"I am fourteen days older than him, I have seniority here, So it's me you should be listening to Luther. And like I like to remind Eight about this," Five said crazily, talking using his thumbs to point at himself, "I'm the daddy here!" he said yelling it loud.

Eight smacked his head, "Shut up," she hissed out of embarrassment from both his words and the looks the other pedestrians whispered about them.

Eight was fidgeting as she was rotating her neck in distress, god she hated the paradox psychosis.

"Look at you two," Luther said pointing at them.

"I admit there is a slight chance we're not in our element," Eight accepted as her face was now flushed from the sweat and constant moving.

"Okay good," Luther replied, putting his hands on each of their shoulders as they walked along.

"But remember whatever we got they do too," Eight added as they arrived at their location.

As they neared to two elders, they began to hear the familiar farting. Stage Four.

"Flatulence, stage four," commented Luther looking at the blonde, who began to sneeze in multiples, Luther raised a brow confused at the action.

"She and herself reply differently, But see? What are you going to do?" Five explained as he farted, he paused, "That was just lunch, shut up." he finished and started pacing.

Luther said nothing as he looked at older Eight who was also sneezing, like the younger one.

Before any more could be said Eight gasped and doubled over holding her stomach again. Feeling a familiar sharp pain on her abdomen, she fell on her knees straight on the ground, the world becoming far and glossy.

Five looked at her and worried about something other than the situation, "Eight?" he asked her as he had rushed to her side.

The blonde didn't respond as she took a sharp intake of breath still holding her stomach, then her eyes fluttered closed and slumped on the concrete. The older Eight turned and saw her younger self sprawled on the floor, curious she walked over to the group.

"What happened to her? She was acting like a headless chicken for the past almost hour," she said as Five now held her head to his lap.

"I don't know, but she'll be okay," Five answered his hand brushing over her hair softly, even though he was itchy and feeling the side effects, his priority would be Eight.

When Eight opened her eyes she was no longer with any of her family, rather she was in a place that seemed like the old Hargreeves manor.

"Ellie?" someone asked her.

And she looked down from the water like ceiling and her blue eyes landed on Ben.

"Ben?" she whispered, seeing the boy for the first time, since she was a young girl

The male nodded a small smile on his face. Opening his arms, the blonde ran down the stairs. On the last step jumping into his arms. The asian boy hugged her tight. The loving embrace of siblings that missed each other.

After yeas apart, the two finally reconnecting. This time much older than the last time they physically hugged. But she could feel he was no different than before. The same little boy who loved reading, and challenging her into eating competitions.

She missed the days where she, Klaus and Ben would run around the mansion causing nothing but trouble. Reginald yelling at the three, but never did they listen. He missed the tight warm hugs she would give him. All of them feeling like home, motherly and sweet. The days the two would spend sick in bed, all from the doughnuts.

This hug was no different then any of them. All making him feel human, normal, and loved. Somehow being in her arms, made him think they were thirteen back in the Umbrella mansion. He always described her hugs as the feeling of Autumn. The season where scarves were dug up, noses red from the cooling weathers. The bright red and orange leaves on the trees. Even when they fell, the elegance they radiated as the floated back to the ground. The beautiful feeling of an end.

"I missed you," he whispered into her hair.

Tears brimming in her eyes, she hiccuped a sob, “I missed you so much Benny,” she replied into his neck.

"Homicidal rage." a voice echoed in the building.

Ben furrowed his brows at the voice, “What was that?" He asked as he pulled away from the hug.

"The outside world for me," she told him as she closed her eyes taking a deep breath, "Let's go get Vanya."

Ben nodded as he grabbed her hand as they followed the music of the violin. While the two were in the house they grew up, it seemed much different to that one. Rather than being filled with screams, random objects floating, and fights—it was cold, dark and empty. Reaching the dining table, there lay an untouched white violin. The two slowly walked over to it, leaning to look into it. And with the weird magic of Vanya’s mind, they appeared to be inside the instrument.

In the depths of the dark environment, was a huddled figure on the floor. Soft sobbing coming from the person.

"Vanya," Ben called and watched as the figure in the body got up, "You remember me?" he asked her.

The woman trembled and sniffed, looking at the two, "I remember everything. And I'm doing it again, aren't I?" she whimpered to the two.

"No, Vanya, we're here with you," Eight spoke up offering her hand towards her.

"What's wrong with me?" Vanya sobbed, "Why can't I control myself like the rest of you guys?" she sobbed.

"It's not too late, you can go back, there's still time," said Ben, smiling at her nodding along with Eight beside her.

She shook her head in distress, "I don't deserve to live," she said sobbing.

"Vanya, yes you do, before I had this power it only came to me when I was angry, but I learned to control it. And I can help you, we can all help you." Eight told her sister as she now held her cool hand in her warm ones.

"Dad treated you like a bomb before you even ever were one. He was scared of your power, he never let you use it. Drugged you up, kept you numb for years. That's messed up Vanya," He said to her as he reached his hands on her.

Eight moved her hand to her other hand, "You are powerful Vanya, and I'm sorry dad only ever focused on me. But not even I knew how to use this force of mine until someone from beyond helped me. Like Ben is helping you," she told the girl, then smiling at Ben, "You have every right to feel all these things, but just know we're all trying to help you now."

Ben smiled at the blonde's words, "You aren't a monster, you're our sister, and you aren't alone anymore, Vanya."

"You can do this," he told her with a smile, then blue particles started coming off his hands. Vanya stood up and looked at Ben.

"Ben what's happening?" Eight asked as she stood up with him.

"I can't go back with you," He told the two.

"I'm hurting you, aren't I?" Vanya guessed tears brimming her eyes.

"It's not your fault. I've been holding on as long as I can in here but..." he said as his body floated away in blue particles.

"You shouldn't have come for me," Vanya said sadly.

"I died seventeen years ago, all these years with Klaus. It's all been gravy. At least this time I get to say goodbye," he told the two explaining his time with them was coming to an end.

Vanya and Eight still gripped each other's hands, solemnly watching their brother disappear.

"Can I ask you guys a weird favor?" he asked them.

"Anything," the two chorused.

"Can you hug as I go?" He asked, "It's been a long time since—"

The two girls pulled him into a hug, as they cried silent tears as they fell onto their cheeks. Hugging him tightly in his last moments.

"Tell Klaus something for me," he said as his head was in between his sisters, the two nodded, as he whispered in their ears.d

"I love you two," were his final words as his body left the room, the last feeling of being held and love.

Vanya and Eight hugged each other as their brother had finally left the life of the in-between, "I'll see you soon Vanya," the blonde whispered to her sister, brushing her hand through his hair, "Just open your eyes..." were her final words before the two left Vanya's mind.

Older Eight, old Five, and Five fought recklessly jumping from place to place. Shoving each other on to cars, punching, kicking, pulling, all of it. None of them for a second faltering. In the middle of the ground was poor young Eight, left alone. Luther was confused at what to do after he had been kicked. Now he held the gun in his hands threatening to shoot one of them, that was before Eight woke up.

Eight awoke with a gasp, releasing fiery blast to anyone that surrounded her. She sat up and looked at both versions of her husband, older self, and Luther all sprawled on the floor. She smiled at their pain, looking over at the reader, “Thats’ what they get for leaving me on the ground, don’t you agree?”

"Good," she said, and then moved on to younger Five, "Hey dip shit open the portal," she yelled at him.

"Eight?"

"No, It's Diego—yes it's me! Now open the portal!" she yelled at him rolling her eyes.

Five's eyes widened and nodded, getting himself up from the ground and using his powers to open a tear in space that would lead to 2019. The blonde turned around and walked over to the older lady, "How did you do that?" she asked her younger self as she struggled to get up.

"Control," she simply replied, then turning to see old Five trying to grab the briefcase, "Don't even think about it you dip shit," she yelled at him pointing her hand that glowed gold.

"Into the vortex you go, asshole." Five yelled at him.

"Fine but give me the math, so I don't end up looking like Tiger Beat over here," he yelled at the young Five trying to keep the portal open.

"If you stand near the vortex I'll tell ya," Five yelled, as he watched the old man look over the portal, "Go!"

And so the older man walked forward. As the winds grew stronger the older Eight felt protective over her younger self, "Get off me you witch," the younger groaned slapping the older-looking version of herself's hand.

"Now give it to me!" older Five yelled at the teen Five who was still trying to keep the portal open.

"It was a typo, we put the decimal in the wrong spot in our proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree. We wrote down five-point-seven. It should be..." He explained to the old man.

"Zero-point-five-seven," they both said.

"So I was right that he was wrong," Older Eight said scoffing turning to younger Eight who nodded in response.

"All right, I guess this is it," Older five said trying to seem sad.

"This is it, go." young Five said as he fixed his blazer.

A surprise came as fighter extinguisher hit Luther square in the head making him drop the gun that he had been holding. Older five took it as an advantage and ran for it but so did younger Five, the two tugging on it. Each of them trying to get ahold of the case that they needed.

Eight realized the portal was shrinking, "Five it's shrinking!" she pointed at the portal.

"Are you not going to help him?" the older Eight said, but the young one was confused at her question. Help who? The older Eight sighed and moved forward and kicked her husband into the portal, the briefcase jumping out.

"Did you just?" the younger Eight asked the older woman in disbelief as the portal had shut itself closed.

"Someone had to do it," the older woman said, putting her hands in her pockets and opening her own portal, "Take care, kid," was all she said and walked through her portal easily.

"We did it!" Luther celebrated happily.

Eight turned and looked at the briefcase, "The briefcase, you idiot," she pointed as it was half destroyed, and seems older Eight destroyed her own before any of the two could get their hands on it. Smart.

"Here he comes," Five said as they walked over to the fence and looked over it.

"Look there's dad," Luther points out to the man in the umbrella, "what do we do?"

The blonde's eyes darted to the grass and grounded when he the familiar man running, "For fuck's sake Diego." she sighed as she watched him tackle a man.

"Let's go," she finally said, pulling the two siblings back.

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