A/N: It was so difficult fitting all of them in, but
I managed it! XD Enjoy!
Reader’s about 18.
Title: Higher than Higher
Summary: Diego’s afraid of heights. Diego’s also stuck at
the top of a ferris wheel with six siblings who are definitely not
“This is gonna be my death,” Diego stated grimly. His face
was grave, lines creasing his forehead and mouth set in a tight line. The
sudden dimness of his eyes was a direct cause of the looming structure in front
of him, casting a dusty shadow over his rigid body and making his heart jump in
He shook his head and sighed. This was the worst thing he would ever do in his life.
Allison rolled her eyes and shoved past her brother. “It’s a
ferris wheel, Diego. Grow up.”
Diego frowned and dropped his head to look at her. “It’s a death
“It’s the wheel of life,” Klaus said dreamily,
ignoring Vanya’s mindful “don’t you mean the circle of life?” He
waited for Allison and Five to sit in the seats of the wheel’s carriage before
hopping into his own, leaning back as though he were sunbathing on this misty
afternoon and scooting to the edge, supposedly to give Ben the space next to
You grinned as the person manning the wheel made it move
again, stepping forward when the next empty carriage came into view. The sound of footsteps following you failed to reach your ears and you stopped and turned. Your
shoulders slacked at the sight of Diego, holding up the queue to the ride,
staring horrified up at the ferris wheel. “Diego!” you hissed. “It’s our
He snapped his head down and his eyes widened for the
smallest of seconds before he rushed forward. “Oh, right.”
That was as far as he got, however, before he visibly
gulped and his face paled.
Luther sighed and pat his brother on the back, stepping past
him alongside Vanya. “Good luck, buddy,” he said. He and Vanya sat in the
carriage, it moved, and you grasped Diego’s hand, pulling him desperately
towards the empty seats. It was, of course, fruitless, considering your
brother’s strength vastly outmatched your own, but he seemed to get the gist
eventually and let himself be dragged along.
“Uh, Sir?” the man by the controls asked a little
hesitantly. Diego looked questioningly at him. “There’s a, uh, a ‘no knife’
policy for this, uh… for this ride.”
Diego glanced down at the hand not being gripped by you and
noticed with a little grimace that he’d at some point taken his dagger from its
holster and held it tightly in his fist. “Oh,” he said with a nervous chuckle,
quickly returning it to its place, “sorry about that.”
The man nodded, a wary look on his face, but gestured to the
empty seats nevertheless. You bounced excitedly in, waiting for Diego to sidle
in next to you before the bar came down and the wheel began to turn, taking you
“Oh, mother of God,” Diego cursed softly, hands grasping the
bar so tight his knuckles were sure to turn white.
You grinned and turned to look at him. It’d never been a
secret to the Hargreeves family that Diego was not exactly… a fan of
heights. For a mean, lean, killing machine, he certainly lacked a measure of
confidence in high buildings and rooftops. Of course, he’d had his fair share
of them, but that was always during work. He stayed away from anything high
when he had the option to remain on the ground.
The fair in 1963 Texas had been something noticed by you.
All the apocalyptic shit was inevitable, according to Five, and therefore you’d
asked your siblings to visit it with you, and after a decent amount of
persuading, you - and Klaus - managed to convince them.
If anyone were to ask each of the siblings, they would all
agree on the fact that this was definitely a distraction from the less happy
aspects of the lives you’d all been living recently. They were all notably
happier - even Five, who you often joked wouldn’t be able to smile to save his
life, had laughed more in the past couple hours than he had his entire life
(though a lot of that had been when he’d successfully aimed a pie at Luther’s
face in the stocks).
The ferris wheel had always been a favourite of yours, and
you’d been incredibly pleased to see that this one was bigger than most others
you’d ridden. You’d saved it for last, though you supposed Diego probably would
have appreciated getting it over and done with sooner rather than later.
You could hear the sound of the festivities below you grow
muffled as the wheel slowly turned. Your siblings looked happy enough in front
of you, each one talking with whoever they were sat next to - minus Klaus, who
you were sure was periodically singing songs from The Lion King - and you felt
a blissful peace wash over you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Smiling, you looked innocently at him. “What’s wrong?”
Your brother was sat as far back as he could go with his
arms stuck out like branches and hands gripping the bar as though his life
depended on it. His eyes were squeezed shut. “We’re so freaking high,” he all
but gasped out.
You laughed. “It’s not that high.”
Glee was painted all over your face as you watched him crack one eye open in order to look down. He shut it immediately after,
desperately shaking his head. “No. Nope. We’re getting off at the next stop.”
“We are not!” you admonished.
He groaned, dipping his head, and you shuffled towards him,
leaning against his side and resting your head on his shoulder.
He stayed completely still, repeating I’m not going to
die like a mantra in his head.
The wheel continued to turn slowly, and it seemed like
forever before you reached the top. When you did, you were utterly amazed at
how high you were, but decided against letting Diego in on your wonder in case
he ended up vomiting on you.
You would not go through that again. Once was enough.
It was when the carriage jolted to a sudden halt that your
own eyes widened slightly and you grabbed Diego’s jacket.
He yelped a little. “What the hell was that?” he asked,
daring to open his eyes. When he saw that the both of you were, in fact, at the
very top of the ferris wheel, and not moving, he felt his heart skip a
“Why are we- why aren’t- aren’t… what…”
“Attention, passengers! The ferris wheel has stopped
momentarily as a result of some technical difficulties. Please remain calm and
still. We will get you moving again soon, so there is nothing to worry about!”
Diego very much disagreed.
Luther turned around in his seat, only a carriage below you.
He placed an arm on the top of its back and stared up at the both of you with
an impish grin. “How’re you holding up there, Diego?”
Diego opened his eyes long enough to glare at his brother so
hard the man physically flinched and turned back around again.
You snorted. “Come on, Di. You’re fine. It’s
just a ferris wheel.”
A gust of wind blew past you, making the carriage rock the
slightest bit, and Diego’s momentary thought that he might be able to
sit still and think about knives while you all waited for the wheel to start up again was immediately knocked off course. He vehemently shook his head
and began moving, looking up, around, and down, desperately reigning
in the nausea as he did so. “I’m climbing down,” he boldly stated.
Your face morphed into one of utter disbelief as you watched
him. “Diego, don’t be stupid.”
Diego pulled his legs up and under the bar to tuck against his
chest, turning to you with a stony face of concentration. “Oh, I’m not being
stupid. I’m being logical. If I climb down, then I won’t die up here.”
“So, you’re gonna leave me to my death?”
“If that’s what it comes to.” He gripped the side of the
carriage and you rolled your eyes. Honestly.
“Diego, you’ve gotta be normal, here, okay? We’re all
trying to be normal today.”
“CAAAAN YOU FEEEEL THE LOOOOVE TONIIIIGHT?”
He tilted his head and rose a brow in a clearly mocking way.
You bit your tongue. “Everyone except Klaus,” you swiftly corrected. Your
brother remained unperturbed and you made a noise of annoyance. “Diego!”
“Hey, what’s going on up there?” You peered down and saw
Allison staring up from her carriage.
“Diego’s being a child!” you called back.
Diego managed to take one hand from the safety of the bar to
slap you on the back of the head.
“Tell us something new!” Five shouted a moment later.
Vanya turned, resting her chin and forearms on the back of
her and Luther’s seats. She frowned when she saw the man looking as though he
were readying to leap down. “What’s he even doing?” she
You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. “He
wants to climb down.”
Luther snorted. “He’s afraid of sitting in a concealed
carriage at the top of the wheel, but climbing down from the top to the bottom,
with nothing to stop him from falling and dying, is perfectly fine?”
Diego stopped, the only movement being his blinking eyes as
he seemingly processed his brother’s words. After a short while, he slowly but
surely dropped his legs to the ground again and sat normally once more, jaw clearly
clenched and heart obviously racing a mile a minute. He shook his head at
Luther’s triumphant smirk. “You probably paid them off to stop the damn ride
when I got to the top,” he ground out.
Luther pursed his lips and rose his brows with a nod. “That’s
actually not a bad idea… remind me to do that the next time.”
“Ohoho, there won’t be a next time,” Diego assured
him. “I’m never getting on one of these motherfuckers again!”
“Stop whining,” Five’s voice could just about be
heard. “We can hear you all the way down here!”
“Yeah?” Diego yelled, much louder than he needed to be, and
definitely with a childish edge to his tone. “Well, maybe you should close your
“Woah, guys, guys!” Klaus interrupted, and when you averted
your eyes to him you snorted at the fact that he was stretched out across both of
the seats, head hanging out of the carriage – very illegally – and long legs limp at
the other end. You hated to think about where poor Ben had ended up. “Let’s all
calm down and sing a song!”
“We’re not singing Lion King, Klaus,” Allison told him.
“I’ll sing Lion King!” Luther said.
Vanya, Allison and Five turned to him immediately with a
defiant chorus of “no!” and he shot his hands up in surrender.
“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round,
round and round; the wheels on the bus go round and round, all day long! Come
on, kids! Join in if you’re cool enough!” Klaus started clapping his hands, and
your siblings were quick to join in. Even Five, the moody grouch, was yelling
the words like the child you often wished he still was. Allison was swaying to
the side with each line, and Vanya and Luther had somehow made up some weird
dance routine to go with the words.
You looked at Diego, who was very much still holding on for
dear life, and a soft smile appeared on your lips. With your siblings distracted
for the moment, you shuffled up next to him again and looped your arm through
his, leaning your head against his shoulder. He relaxed the tiniest bit underneath
you and sighed. “This is the last time I let you coerce me into something like
this,” he said quietly.
“Really?” you asked. “I was gonna suggest we go to the top
of Lady Liberty next.”
Diego rolled his eyes. He tilted his head slightly and
rested the side of it on top of yours.
“The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep, beep; the horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, all day long!”
He frowned at the cacophony of voices coming from his
siblings, strangely already feeling his pounding heart die down a little. “Has
this song even been created yet?”
“I think so,” you told him. “Maybe this is how it was
created. By five adults screaming the words on a broken ferris wheel.”
Diego chuckled at that, and you allowed yourself a victorious
smile when the colour returned to his hands as he loosened their grips on the
“The people on the bus go up and down, up and down, up and
down; the people on the bus go up and down, all day long!”
If any of you had turned, you would have been greeted with
looks of utter confusion – and slight fright – on the faces of those behind
you, but none of you were bothered. And it was the first time none of you had
been bothered since the day you’d all ended up scattered across the years and
the state, utterly alone and at a loss for what to do. Now, however, it was clear
your siblings were thinking about anything other than the apocalypse. Even Five
seemed happier than he’d been in… well. Ever.
“The driver on the bus says ‘move on back, move on back,
move on back’; the driver on the bus says ‘move on back’, all day long!”
You chanced another look up at Diego and your smile grew when you
noticed his eyes flicking over the fair below. There was a hazed worry in those
eyes, and he was clearly still apprehensive, but it seemed he was at least a little less
on edge than before.
Which, really, wasn’t much, but it was at least an
“The mommies on the bus say ‘shush, shush, shush, shush,
shush, shush, shush, shush, shush’; the mommies on the bus say ‘shush, shush,
shush’, all day long!”
They finished the song with a round of applause and cheers, Luther
shouting “encore!” and Klaus all but standing on the seats as he bowed.
You leaned further into Diego as you laughed at your siblings antics, and he smiled warmly, despite the shake of his head and the middle finger when Luther blew him a kiss.
“And now,” Klaus bellowed, “for round dos!
Diiiiiiiego on the wheel goes puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke, puke,
I really want a scene where the siblings go to a karaoke bar and they all sing bohemian rhapsody a song together, Klaus is really drunk and keeps wrapping his arms over everyone but is the only one to hit the high notes, Allison and Diego are more focused on dancing, though Diego is also really getting into singing, Ben is too because the only one who can hear his awful singing is pissed drunk so he doesn’t care, Vanya’s the only one to actually keep tempo since she’s the only one who knows anything about music, though its hard because Allison keeps grabbing her hand and making her dance and Vanya can’t help but dance with her, Luther is barely singing and Klaus keeps hanging out of him but he’s still having fun,
And Five is down at the bar watching his dumbass siblings with a smile scowl.
LUTHER x Led Zeppelin I have a YouTube account with zero subscribers, please could you CLICK HERE to change that? I’m going through the Hargreeves with these character studies, so had to start with my leader favourite sibling first!
Can I ask for hurt/comfort one shot where Diego is hurt on his vigilante night job and everyone is taking care of him?
Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, and needles. Stay safe, y’all. ♥ CONTAINS MILD SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2
Clarification note: Set after season 2 but since I know diddly squat about what follows the ending of season two it has tweaks.
he didn’t want to admit it, Diego always felt a need to prove
himself. It started when he was young and pushed to be better –do
better. It was hard being Number 2, constantly reminded that Luther
was better than he was in every way, but it wasn’t just that. He
wanted to be a hero. He wanted to save lives and better the world.
Even if it didn’t always come across that way.
they had returned, the world saved and them in their rightful
timeline, he expected nothing to change. He expected for his siblings
to part ways again and go back to their old lives, but to his
surprise, they didn’t. The academy was standing -a shock to all of
them but a welcome one. It wasn’t that they were going to go back to
fighting crime, but they had missed each other. A fact that none
would admit to though it did show in little unspoken ways. Like
shared drinks or sitting together at meals times, talking and poking
fun at one another. They were closer now. Felt closer. For the first
time they truly felt like a family.
I love how Allison always tries to help Vanya - it’s really great to see sisters who care so much about each other.
But it also feels a little iffy to me that a white woman is being propped up and cared for by a black woman. And that Allison doesn’t get angry or frustrated even the slightest bit despite Vanya being the reason she lost her voice.
Summary: after saving the world along with your boyfriend’s family, you were stuck back in 1960′s. You had been at the wrong decade for three years and have not seen your boyfriend’s family or even five for three years until today.
Warnings: angst & a fluffy moment. Spoilers for season two!
Authors Note: my summary’s are getting better and better, sort of lmao. No matter how much i write, i still struggeling to write a summary. Also, this is an AU too where Five is not 58 years old instead he’s an eighteen year old.
The Request: i saw that your requests are open so can I request a five hargreeves x reader where reader has been stuck since five’s time travel in 1960 (so for 3 years) and five finally finds her and they have a fluff but kinda angst moment?
Three years ago.
You landed on the ground as a magentic blue field was above from you. Y/n let out a grunt before she stood up on her feet. She widened her gaze as the wind blew aggresivly as she took a look around her surroundings. Y/n breathed heavily as she looked around with a panick expression when she noticed that she was all alone. ‘’Five?’’ She shouted as she hoped that someone she knew would save her.
‘‘Klaus?’‘ ‘‘Luther?’‘ ‘’Allison?’‘
She let out a sob when she noticed that no one she knew was there. As she figured out that she couldn’t stay in that alley anymore, she walked out on the streets. The first thing she noticed that it was different. She notcied that the people was looking at her differently.
They threw her an uncomfortable look and their chlothing style was very different from hers. She hugged herself as she kept walking and ignored the looks that she received from them. As she kept walking, four guys walked past by her as they noticed that she was looking lost.
okay, quick question regarding umbrella academy fics
if you’re inserting your oc into the hargreeves family and they have powers that are used (or probably just any at all), would you not have to change the numbers the umbrella academy already have?
good ol’ reggie numbered them off by usefulness and which one would give immediate results; or just the ones that didn’t as much training and control. because why else would a guy with super strength be higher than a guy who houses a big ass monster portal in his chest? or a guy who can control projectiles beat a guy who can teleport/timE TRaVeL?? we all know why vanya, the one cause not one but TWO apocalypses, was at the bottom.
so if you’re inserting an oc into the umbrella academy, would you not have to put the oc as number 7 and bump vanya down to number 8 because she’s supposed to be the one with no powers??