#catch me going back to vanya

[storiesforallfandoms]

rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves;umbrella academy

word count: 3646

request?: yes!

@werewolfbanshee-love​ “Awesome, so since I started today with the show can I ask for Y/N to be Klaus’s support and saves him from Cha-Cha and Hazel just being a badass”

description: in which the powerless human takes down two time commission agents on her own

pairing: klaus hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence, i use the name “vanya” in this one just because it takes place in season one

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A family full of superheroes, and those fuckers had no idea that one of their brothers was missing. Too wrapped up in their own bullshit to care about anything else. All those superheroes, and it took a goddamn regular human to track down and save a missing Klaus.

I had been in Klaus’ room, waiting for him to come back, when I heard gunshots downstairs. I quickly dropped to the floor and got under his bed for protection. I was not super human, so there was absolutely zero way I was getting involved with whatever was happening. I hoped Klaus also wasn’t getting involved. I listened to the sound of footsteps running past the room, things crashing downstairs, and more gunshots. My breathing became heavier with panic with every passing sound.

I waited a few seconds after the noises went quiet, waiting for any signs of Klaus, or anyone for that matter, coming to check on me. When nothing happened, I hesitantly crawled out from under the bed. I heard slamming doors outside and looked out just in time to see two figures getting into a black car and drive away from the Hargreeves residence. Neither figure looked like any of the Hargreeves siblings, so I took this to mean that the danger had left.

I slowly opened Klaus’ bedroom door and started down the hallway. There was bullet holes in the walls and pictures knocked down. The bathroom door was still open, so I peaked inside but found it empty. There were signs that Klaus had been in there, but none as to where he had gone after his bath.

I could hear voices as I descended the stairs. The giant chandelier from the foyer was now laying shattered in the middle of the floor. An uneasy feeling started to grow in my stomach.

I found Diego, Allison, and Vanya in the living room.

“Hey,” I said, breaking up their conversation. “Where’s Klaus?”

“Who cares?” Diego retorted.

“Uncalled for, Diego,” Allison muttered. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Fine,” I said, glaring at Diego before turning to walk away. It was clear I was getting no help from them.

I searched the entire Hargreeves estate to no avail. I knew there was no way Klaus would leave without telling me. He could be a space case sometimes, but he usually remembered to tell me things. Also, he was in the bath. How would he just get out of there and leave during all that commotion without coming to put clothes on? I’d know if he left, I was sure of it.

A thought popped into my head then: the car I had seen drive away. I rushed to Reginald’s office, the one place in the whole house I knew would have a pen and paper. I quickly wrote down the details of the car before I could forget, including the license plate number.

There has to be a way I can find this car, I thought.

But how?

Driving around town was a no go. It was too big of a town, too many places they could’ve gone or still be going to. It would take me hours, even days. Klaus might not have that long.

There was one option I could try.

I ran back down over the stairs just in time to catch Diego leaving. “Wait! Diego, wait, I need a favor.”

He paused at the door and turned to face me. “What’s in it for me?”

I rolled my eyes. “What, are you 12?”

“No, just a man who knows an opportunity when he sees it.”

“Do me this favor or I get Luther to super strength kick you in the nuts.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He looked at me, as if trying to decide whether to call my bluff or not. After a few moments, he signed and said, “What do you want?”

“I need you to call your cop girlfriend.”

“Patch? Why?”

I couldn’t tell him my suspicions about Klaus’ disappearance. He’d never believe me. I had only properly met Klaus’ siblings a few days earlier, but I could already tell they thought very lowly of him. They would just brush off his sudden disappearance as him going off on a bender and not worry about it.

“I just need her help,” I responded instead. “Please Diego.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Patch’s number. I thanked him profusely as I took his phone. It rang for a short while before Patch answered, “Diego, what do you w - ”

“Patch!” I cut her off. “Detective Patch, this is actually (Y/N), Diego’s brother’s girlfriend. I asked him to call you for me.”

“Oh, I remember you. You’re Klaus’ girlfriend. A little too stable for a guy like him.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Listen, I need a favor. I know this is a long shot because you don’t know me, but I needed a plate run on a car to try to find it. I assume cops can do that. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s important. I - ” I looked over at Diego, who was looking down at his knives and clearly pretending he wasn’t listening. I lowered my voice to say, “I think something happened to Klaus.”

“If it’s something so serious you’re asking for police involvement, you may just want to file a report with the police.”

“No offence, but I don’t completely trust the cops to find him in time. I don’t even trust Klaus’ siblings and they have powers. Look, all I’m asking is any info you can find on this car, that’s it. Please Patch.”

There was a moment of silence. I expected her to say no. It was a big ask for her to do this for someone she didn’t even know. As far as I could tell, she didn’t even like Diego all that much right now. But I needed her to say yes. If she didn’t, I would already be at a severe disadvantage in finding Klaus before it was too late.

“Okay,” she said, finally. “Give me the information.”

I thanked her and gave her the details I had on the car. I also gave her my phone number so she’d call me and not Diego. I thanked Diego again as I gave him his phone back and went back to Klaus’ room to wait. There wasn’t much I could do until Patch got back to me about the car. If she couldn’t find any details about the car, I’d definitely be shit out of luck. I’d never find Klaus.

I paced up and down Klaus’ room. I kept looking out the window, as if the car would return and bring Klaus back safely. I could hear his siblings moving around the house, but not once coming to see where Klaus was. I knew Diego didn’t give a shit, but I thought maybe Allison or Vanya cared enough about their brother to be concerned when I said he was missing. Wishful thinking, I guess.

When my phone rang, I practically jumped out of my skin. I answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”

“I got your car,” came Patch’s voice. “And a location.”

Roughly 20 minutes later, I was parked outside of a motel. The car wasn’t in the parking lot, but Patch swore this was the last known location. It was dark and my body was starting to realize it hadn’t slept in well over 12 hours. But I pushed through it. I needed to find Klaus. I needed him to be alive and safe.

The car finally pulled into the lot nearly an hour later. All sleep immediately left my body as I sat up and watched intently. The car parked and a man and woman got out. They didn’t go around to the back of the car to take a third person out, so I could only assume that Klaus was already inside their room. I got out of my car, grabbing the crowbar I had taken as a weapon before starting to follow Klaus’ captors at a safe distance. They turned a corner and I paused to let them get far enough away to keep myself safe. When I peaked around the corner, they had gone into one of the rooms.

I silently crept down the block of rooms. There was only one room with the lights on, so it was easy to find where the assailants were. I peaked through the thin white curtains to see a figure tied to a chair between the two beds.

Klaus.

I could see his two captors stood facing him, side on to where I was but not able to see me. I couldn’t make out much as the curtains still blocked a lot of my vision.

I hadn’t thought this far ahead. What was the next step here? How did I get them out of the room long enough for me to save Klaus? Or how did I knock them out long enough?

They wouldn’t just answer the door if I knocked, would they?

I took the chance and knocked at the door. “Housekeeping!”

There was silence. I knew it was a long shot, but I had no other plan, and I wasn’t sure how much time I had.

I tried again, knocking three times and repeating, “Housekeeping!”

My heart jumped when I heard the doorknob turn and the door suddenly opened. A tall man with brown hair and a beard looked down at me. Realizing that I wasn’t housekeeping, he looked at me in confusion.

I smiled. “Hello.”

And then I swung my crowbar.

It connected with the side of his head, knocking him to the door. I was surprised by how little effort it took to take him down. Now, where’s the other one?

My question was quickly answered by the sound of gunshots. I dove behind the nearest bed as the woman stepped out of the bathroom, now wearing a mask and shooting at me as I fell to the ground. I should’ve known they’d have guns. I heard the gunshots when I was at the Hargreeves’ place. And yet I came with a crowbar in hand, something that I needed to be very close to the attackers in order to use.

Stupid!

I looked over to where the man was laying unconscious. His white button up shirt was tucked into his pants, revealing his own holster with the gun. I knew it was a bad idea, but I needed to get that gun. At least to try and defend myself from this lady attacker.

I inched forward slowly. She had stopped shooting at me, so I knew she was just waiting for me to come out from my hiding spot. I had a short period of time to try and grab the gun and dive back to where I was hiding before her bullets finally made connections with my body. I had to grab something to cover me, or at least that would hopefully cover me, long enough for me to get the gun.

I looked up to see the a large briefcase on the table behind me. It was a long shot, I’m pretty sure bullets can go through briefcases, but it was all that I had. I turned so my feet were facing towards the table and kicked it. The briefcase wobbled slightly, but didn’t move.

“Hey!” called the female attacker. “What are you doing?!”

I kicked the table again and the briefcase fell over, the handle facing outwards. I reached up and grabbed it, pulling it down just in time for another bullet to whiz past my hand.

“You’re not a very good shot,” I taunted.

I held the briefcase in front of my body as I scurried out from behind the bed towards the unconscious man. I heard more gunshots and, surprisingly, they ricocheted off the briefcase.

This thing must be maid of titanium or something. It can’t be a normal briefcase.

I fumbled with the latch on his holster as another shot ran out, bouncing off the briefcase again. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding with adrenaline. I needed to get this thing off. I needed this to be a fair fight. When the latch finally popped free, I breathed a sigh of relief before taking the gun and diving back behind the bed, taking the briefcase with me. I had a feeling it was something important, and maybe I could exchange it for Klaus.

“Listen!” I called. “I’ve never dealt with all this shooting and kidnapping shit before. I’m not part of the Umbrella Academy, I don’t have powers, I’m just a normal person. I came here because I think you took my boyfriend and I want him back. Whatever you have against the Umbrella Academy I can assure you has nothing to do with Klaus. If you’d just give him up to me, I’ll give you back your briefcase and we’ll leave. I promise you we won’t interfere with whatever you have going on. Truthfully, I don’t even really like Klaus’ siblings right now, so if you want to go after them I won’t be standing in your way.”

There was silence. I was starting to get sick of this type of silence. Either agree or disagree with what I was saying. It wasn’t that deep to have to think about it for this long about my proposition.

Another gunshot rang out, so I took that as a no.

My hands were still shaking as I popped up from behind the bed and started blindly shooting. I had never handled a gun before. They were loud and extremely scary. I knew there was very little chance I would actually hit her, but maybe if I was lucky I’d get a good shot in and I could just take Klaus and run.

It didn’t take long for me to use up all of my bullets. I looked up to see that she was nowhere to be seen. I started to rise to my feet, hoping I had hit her and she was laying on the ground. But, of course, no such luck. The moment I stood, she came out of the bathroom again, gun lifted and aimed at me. My quick instincts were suddenly gone as I stared down the barrel of the gun that would undoubtably kill me. I wondered if Klaus’ siblings would find him before he joined me in my fate. I wondered if Diego would feel guilty for not listening to me when I asked him about Klaus being missing. If any of them would even feel somewhat remorseful for not saving me or Klaus in time.

Instead of another shot ringing out, though, the gun just clicked. Both of us looked at each other - well, I looked at her, her mask looked at me - dumbfounded. She tried again and got the same results. A laughed bubbled in my throat and escaped my lips before I could stop it.

Her gun had ran out of bullets, too.

She dropped the gun and lunged over the two beds towards me. She took my off guard long enough to knock me to the ground. I tried to swing at her, but her mask was just as hard as the briefcase was. I howled in pain as my fist collided with the mask for the first time, definitely shattering the bones in my hand. She seemed delighted by the fact that I was caught off guard again and punched me in the face. Pain exploded from my nose causing tears to well up into my eyes.

My crowbar was laying just inches away from me, next to the briefcase. Either one of those things would definitely work in this situation, but I had to hit her just right on the back of her head. It was obvious hitting the mask would only protect her. And I had to do it while she least expected it. If she knew what my plan was, she’d stop me in an instant and probably take me out with her own bare hands.

I stretched an arm out as she hit me again. The pain was almost unbearable. I’d have to get my nose and my hand looked at by a doctor I was sure, but for now I had to focus on surviving this attack and saving Klaus. I felt my fingers brush against one of the two potential weapons and closed them around it. I wasn’t sure which one I had grabbed, but it didn’t matter to me now. I grit my teeth against the pain and hissed out, “You should’ve taken my deal.”

I swung and the briefcase collided with the back of her head. She fell off of me, limp on the ground. I looked down at her to see blood forming on the back of her head. Knowing she was down for the count, I quickly stood and looked for where they could’ve hidden Klaus. It didn’t take long, though, as the silence finally fell over the room made it easier to hear the sound of muffled yelling coming from the closet. When I threw the doors open, I found Klaus, wrapped only in a towel and tied to the chair. His face was just as blood as mine was.

I nearly sobbed as I reached to take the tape off of his mouth.

“You found me,” he breathed.

“I wasn’t giving up until I did,” I said. “Come on, let’s get you out of here before they wake up.”

I undid his bindings and helped him to his feet. We started out of the room, but I paused to take my crowbar and the briefcase. I figured I could use some leverage if these assholes tried to come after us again.

We scurried across the parking lot to my car. My hand and nose were throbbing. I cradled my hand on my lap and drove with the other towards my house. I felt it was a better option than going back to the Hargreeves’ place. I didn’t want his siblings to see both of us all beat up and realize I had been right about Klaus’ disappearance. Not yet, anyways. I’d save the gloating for later.

When we got back to my place, I ran the shower for Klaus so he could clean himself up. I wrapped my hand in gauze from my first aid kit and held an icepack to my nose until the swelling went down. I then cleaned the blood from my face, careful not to accidentally bump my nose. I’d need to seek medical attention, but that was for a later time.

Klaus had clothes at my place, so I laid them out on my bed for him. Poor thing had been in just a towel for who knows how long.

When he came into my room, he paused at the door to look over me. He winced as he looked at my wrapped up hand. “Did they hurt you bad?”

“Well, this was me actually,” I said. “Those fucking masks were harder than I expected them to be. But she did break my nose. I’ll go see a doctor tomorrow. Did they hurt you bad?”

“No broken bones.” He took the clothes from my bed and changed into them. “I can’t believe you risked your life for me like that.”

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I? They took you and they were hurting you.”

“I have superhuman siblings, though.”

I shook my head. “Too wrapped up in themselves to even listen to me. There was no other choice than for me to come find you myself.”

Klaus climbed into bed next to me. I rolled onto my side to face him, and he did the same, propping himself up on his elbow as he did so.

“I can’t believe you knocked both of them out on your own,” he said. “I heard all that gunfire and thought for sure you were dead.”

“Well, the guy wasn’t too hard to take down. He answered the door with no mask on, so I just hit him with the crowbar I brought with me. The woman put up more of a fight. I was lucky she was dumb enough to empty her gun while trying to shoot me or else I likely would’ve been a goner.”

He looked over me again. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. It was like a combination of things. Love was the one thing I was sure I was seeing.

“I can’t believe you came for me,” he said again.

I smiled and leaned closer to him. “I love you, Klaus. I’d do anything to make sure you were safe. That includes risking my life to go after two kidnappers with guns and titanium masks on my own to save you from them.”

Klaus smiled. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He pulled me the rest of the way forward, closing the gap between us to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him, leaning forward into the kiss so the two of us were laying down. I winced briefly as my nose brushed against his, sending a slight pain through my face.

“Sorry,” Klaus said, his voice soft. “You need to get that fixed. I can’t just not kiss you.”

I giggled. “Tomorrow, I promise. We need to rest now, though. We both had quite the night.”

As if finally realizing how tired he was, Klaus yawned and nodded. I settled into the bed next to him, cuddling into his chest. I could hear his heart beating as he drifted off to sleep. I used it as a reminder that he was there, that I had saved him, as my adrenaline finally wore off and I finally fell asleep.

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Yandere Five Hargreeves - You're from 1963

Pairing: Yandere Five Hargreeves x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You're from 1963 and Elliot's adopted sister.

WARNINGS: S2 spoilers; Kidnap.

AN: Aged-up Five. Also you're not necessarly white, cause you're adopted. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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You’re Elliot’s adopted younger sister but you, unlike your brother, are not that enthusiastic about Five or his family. You simply don’t share the same morbid fascination your brother has over them, but somehow you end up catching Five’s attention.

You’re tolerable, he assumes. Much more tolerable than Elliot and because of that, Five remains closer to you. 

Five is constantly around you, except for when he has dangerous matters to take care of. He frustratedly vents to you about his plans and complains about his siblings, even if you don’t seem too interested in listening to him. 

“And can you believe that Diego got himself locked up in an asylum, that idiot! I’m surprised that it didn't happen sooner.” 

It soon becomes evident that Five is never far from you and Lila takes every opportunity to expose Five for being so smitten by you, even if he vehemently tries to deny it. 

If you go to the kitchen, so will he. “I was actually going to get some coffee too.” 

If you head to college, Five will be right behind you. “I always wanted to see how the education system worked in 1963, so might as well come with you. For research purposes.” 

So, you’re forced to endure his company but you’re good at ignoring Five, letting him be the strange young yet old man he is. You let him talk and be with you, always keeping your head down on a book to give you an excuse to not talk much with him.

But then Elliot is murdered and it shakes everything in your life. You blame the Hargreeves for that. You blame Five. It’s because of them that your brother is dead. 

You try to grab your stuff and leave the apartment, away from all of them and their problems except Five doesn’t let you. He’ll lock you up in your room, preventing you from leaving, not only for your safety but also because he can’t let you leave. 

Five promptly refused Vanya’s demands to bring Sissy and Harlan back to 2019, but the same doesn’t apply to you. Five will do anything - absolutely anything - to take you with him. Doesn’t matter if you want to or not, but it’s still happening. 

It’s mostly for you that he slaughtered the board members and he would do it again and again, if it means he can take you home with him.  

And once Five finally finds a way back home, he’ll drag you with him, uncaring of the shocked expressions on his sibling’s faces as they watch him wrestling you into coming with them. 

Once you’re all back in 2019, Five wastes no time in taking you to a remote location, only you and him, away from his family and everyone. Just you and him. 

“Isn’t this much better this way? Just you and me, together for the rest of our lives. And honey, don’t hope my siblings will save because no one will take you away from me.” 

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[eternal-armin]

ii. SO, HOW SHOULD i begin this?

part two woo. hopefully i'll be able to catch up on this and maybe publish some other stuff now that i'm home a lot more often (yay pain and mobility issues), maybe some arcane stuff since that would be fun, branching out into my last hyperfixation again lol. i've proofread so it should be good :>

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader [he/him pronouns]

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where : after trying and sort of succeeding to get on the hargreeves' good side, five and [y/n] try rationalizing the situation and figuring out something, anything, to do about it.

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warnings : mentions of trauma, threats [of physical violence and murder], reader is still totally exhausted because how could he not be, depression, dissociation, pain, bits of shouting, not necessarily a warning but viktor is always viktor in the multiverse because the boy deserves it okay, existentialism, philosophical nihilism, family issues.

five adjusted his clothes in the mirror. although he wouldn't be able to have a proper retirement, he could look like a retired old man, couldn't he? who would've thought that someone could get so excited for beiges and tans. he got an amused look of subtle approval from you. beyond that, it wasn't very hard to look past your façade if he was being honest, you looked hesitant; though could he blame you? there were probably millions of worlds where his family fucked you over or just straight-up killed you. and yet, you also looked too tired to care. he couldn't blame you for that, either.

he touched your shoulder again. in a flit of light, which once again made you feel horribly nauseated and woozy, you were downstairs. surprised exclamations roused from his family.

"anyone know where vanya and allison are?" five asked, glancing with narrowed eyes across the lacking table.

"nope." and after that short reply diego went back to finishing off his meal—for someone who often scarfed his meals down, he seemed to be taking his sweet time. either that or your fun conversation with five had not taken as long as you'd thought; either possibility was equally likely at this point, really.

"nuh-uh... sorry."

"not a clue, unfortunately. something wrong, tiny dancer?" klaus asked.

"well, we have a new problem."

"who's this guy?" luther pointed at you wish his thumb, not caring to cover his mouth; your nausea was worsened to see someone talking whilst eating. diego looked at you then, and you hated how his glare bore straight through your soul. he really, really didn't seem to appreciate your presence. how both of them could so willingly ignore the phrase 'we have a problem,' especially from five, was unknown to you.

"this is [y/n]. he's one of the sparrows."

you waved once to everyone. whether the sluggishness of the motion, and the weak smile which accompanied it, was due to shyness or exhaustion was incredibly murky and unclear.

"so now we're getting all buddy-buddy with the enemy? do you know how stupid that is?"

"i'm sorry, diego, did you not hear me say that we have a problem?"

"well, you say that a lot, little brother!" klaus leaned forward to see you clearer, giving you a smile. it didn't really placate your anxieties or your strong desire to run, however it was appreciated. he waved, and you again waved back politely, still feeling very... guilty for your earlier flub. it wasn't a new thing, either, and that made you feel even worse. "hello, little enemy! how do you look so young? do you use those, like, '10 years younger' face creams? i didn't know they worked that well—"

"that is not a relevant question, klaus, now can someone please tell me where allison and vanya are?"

you cleared your throat slightly. "vanya is most likely getting a haircut. allison is trying to get to claire, but she's... not going to find her." it left a bitter taste in your mouth to refer to viktor in such a disrespectful way, but you couldn't take that from him. upon receiving suspicious stares from the younger hargreeves brothers, you mumbled a quiet "maybe."

"mind telling us what the hell is going on before i deck this mini-muffin across the lobby?"

"hey, hey, do not use mini-muffin as an insult! those are beautiful things, there's nothing better than mini-muffins when you're on a bender at, like, three in the morning!" klaus got a confused and heavily judgmental look in return for that... beautiful insight.

"[y/n] has the ability to see all other timelines, so he can usually find out the most probable events. okay? good. now i need to find allison, so can one of you fetch vanya, please?"

"no, not good, and no thanks! after all we've gone through, we deserve a proper explanation!" klaus objected. after a second or two of awkward silence, and a scowling glare from five, he gave in with a curt sigh. it sounded more like a groan. the brothers looked at you; klaus was the only one to seem patient, showing the approval of a parent understanding a kid's fear of giving a speech; luther stared at you with a puzzling mix of intrigue and subtle impatience; and diego stared at you with a raised eyebrow, leaning his head in slightly as if to say 'i'm waiting.' five's glare, although still quite characteristic, was a bit softer when aimed at you. you could never feel more put on the spot.

"you've gotta say something, little man, we can't read your mind," klaus encouraged.

"well, uh... i don't know exactly what it is yet, but something is wrong."

"aren't you omniscient or some shit? you can see literally every reality!"

the shouting scared you quite a bit and certainly made your headache worse. you put one of your hands to your head, mumbling, wishing you could just get some painkillers. if only five had given them back.

"don't shout, for fuck's sake," five grumbled, annoyed in his own right.

"i'm not omniscient. if no other worlds know something, then i can't, and... no other world knows yet. but something is wrong." your quiet voice was juxtaposed to diego's, still loud and stubborn like back in the academy. around 79.4 percent of every single alternate world which had diego in it found him like this, angry and short-tempered; it was very interesting. "you aren't supposed to be here. you guys, as you are, don't exist here. i don't think reality appreciates you showing up all of a sudden. and if versions of yourselves already exist in this world, then something will need to... iron out the wrinkles, i guess." you pursed your lips for a second. "not to be too brash or anything, but, to really, really dumb it down, you're a mis—you're mistakes."

"seriously? five, i thought you said that this timeline would be safe to stay in." luther looked like a scolded puppy. you felt bad. he was far too sweet—naive? yes, naive—for this kind of life.

"yes, that's what i thought, but second opinions are pretty valuable in my line of expertise. turns out it was sorely needed." his brows pricked up a few times while he spoke. "but, like you said before, it may be a problem we can solve."

diego remained, unsurprisingly, unswayed. "you better not be including this wad of chewed gum in that 'we,' five."

"what is with you and insulting him? he wants to help. jesus christ."

"last time i checked, his entire family just kicked our asses out of our own house, i have a right to be pissed, and he's lucky i'm in no killing mood."

"i don't agree that he should be killed," luther began in solidarity, "but we have a reason not to trust him, right?"

you took a little breath and exhaled it in a quiet sigh. "i know my family can be... extreme. and bad sometimes. trust me. and i totally understand how you can be angry with them and with me and think that i'm not honest. but i never hurt anyone, and i want to help you guys. you're eccentric yourselves, but usually you're good people. you're, like, an actual family," you added, trailing off, "not a group forced to stay together for monetary gain."

five squinted at you slightly. was that one of the reasons you chose not to grow up? you couldn't be associated with the sparrows if you were half their age. throw on a pair of sunglasses and nobody could recognize you.

jeez. didn't that sound nice.

"you guys really deserve a place to rest. a stable place to live, even. and if we can figure this out, then maybe you won't have to live in constant fear of coming into contact with your doppelganger or something. live, like, normal lives. as normal as they can be, anyway."

diego, much to your surprise, seemed to listen to what you were saying. sure, he still looked quite ticked-off and impatient, but you couldn't really ask for too much from him, could you?

"and you're sure that this is a problem we can actually solve? for good?"

"i'm not exactly sure what the problem even is yet. all i know is that something is wrong. but every problem has a solution, even if it seems impossible sometimes." there was a twinge of sage, melancholic hopelessness somewhere in there, some subtle disbelief. "five is quite the expert in timelines and time travel-related problems and paradoxes, and i'm an expert in alternate realities and manipulating reality itself. if anyone can figure it out, i'm sure we can. and i have no doubt that all of you will also play large parts."

luther's face was screwed into an expression of brazen confusion. "so... we're, like, completely blind, and need to fight an enemy we know absolutely nothing about."

"pretty much," you mumbled.

"surprisingly poetic way to put that, luther, i'm impressed," five mused rather sarcastically. "unfortunately, however, it seems we're gonna have to do something terrible and unprecedented." perhaps for dramatic effect, perhaps to quell his own annoyances, he paused and sighed out a breath. "we're going to have to work together." he did not need to specify the parties specified in 'together.'

"well, personally, i think this is a splendid idea. perfect opportunity for family bonding, i'd say! we're surrounded by decent chinese food and competent beds and cable television. decent music, too! and diego can finally figure out some self-discipline by not constantly threatening to kill [y/n]! marvelous idea little ones." admittedly, klaus's unique way of talking and gesturing was quite calming to you. you were very grateful for him. oddly enough—maybe you should've stopped saying that when it came to the umbrellas—klaus seemed to be that pillar of tranquility for you. viktor as well.

"calm down, calm down. you know that he won't turn against us or whatever? you're sure?"

the question was directed at five but you answered for him. "i'm not strong and i've never been in good health. even christopher, without his powers, would be better at fighting you than i would."

"the fucking cube?" you nodded. he plastered a grin over a pouting scowl. he sighed, giving into the plan. perhaps some remaining distrust still lingered, however, he could deal with it. "we've gotta clue allison and vanya in now. i'll go get vanya."

"finally," five huffed, shaking his head. "i'm going to find allison. you said she's going to try and find claire? i'll go to her old house." and then, the next second, he was gone. a few seconds of... incredibly awkward silence passed, where luther was staring at you whole-heartedly.

"go on and take a seat, young whipper-snapper. do you have any dietary restrictions? or allergies? we've probably got something here you can eat, if you want."

you had asked to walk back home with five.

"why with me?" "it's a little bit selfish, but i really don't want to be alone right now, and you're the number one person i trust right now." "flattering," he muttered. "then why walk?" "i think better when i walk."

admittedly, walking was taxing for you right now, so it may not have been your brightest idea, but after this entire day you needed a nice break; the picturesque city sunset was nice, the breeze was subtle and sweet, and it smelled like food out there on the streets. viktor had offered to talk with marcus and try to make a deal; you'd asked him to be very, very careful. "i don't know if purposely seeking out the anomaly would be more effective, or if allowing it to reveal itself would be better. maybe we should seek it out."

five nodded slightly. "allowing it to reveal itself could mean that it becomes too powerful to stop."

"that's kind of what i was thinking. we don't know how it would reveal itself. what if it destroys something, or changes something? what if it hurts people?" your voice was quieter with that last proposition. it was the worst possible option in your mind; buildings could be rebuilt. changes could be undone, with enough time and patience. but people could not be undamaged, and they could not be brought back to life.

well, not permanently, anyway.

five's pace slowed a bit and he peered at you, strangely, for a moment. you avoided his eyes.

"surprisingly enough, i don't think this is the... worst outcome." "forgive me but i don't really believe you. we've got jack all on either side. essentially, we're alone." "you're used to it, five." "hmph. and you aren't?" "not in this way, i guess." there was more he wanted to say but you would not give him the opportunity to dig too deep. "there are worlds where your family is on board. trusts me, even, after some convincing. and there are also some where we narrow the options down. i'd love to be in one of those. but at least we aren't at each other's throats again, or diego's choking me to death." your voice soured. if you got too close, you could feel that pain. there your mind went then, trying to save your other selves out of some ethereal desperation you could never claw yourself away from.

"ow!" you hissed, clapping a hand to your neck where it had stung, sharp and sudden. "what was that?"

"you were seriously so spaced out you didn't see me?" five asked, though it barely sounded like a question. he sounded just barely concerned. you had looked like a glove without a hand. "jeez," he scoffed, shaking his head. "did you see anything helpful, at least? anything at all?"

your mind was still seared and shattered across uncountable realities and he could see that struggle to ground in your eyes. hear it in your breath. you had little mental fortitude left to respond. "sorry? can you repeat that?"

five didn't roll his eyes. unfortunately, he knew dissociation. he carefully took your hands in his, rubbing your knuckles like he'd seen you do before, and that seemed to give you... some amount of usable energy. it was also sort of difficult not to notice him, of all people, doing it, even while he sported an expression of general distaste for the situation; you couldn't tell if it was falsified or not. slowly, you were returning to your body, and it felt heavier than ever before. "what did you see?" he repeated, just as you asked, meticulously annunciating each word and using a decent pace.

you nodded slightly. "i saw a few other timelines. less fortunate ones." you didn't need to elaborate for five to understand what you were referring to. the broad strokes, anyway. "nothing really useful, though," you added after a second in total defeat.

"shit. well, that's alright." and though it clearly wasn't, you didn't say anything.

"how long have we been standing here?"

"... a minute or two."

"oh, great," you mumbled, shaking your head to yourself. your record was around two hours, sure, but it still sucked. "the... we should seek it out."

"wow. you remembered."

"we were having the same conversation a whole lot. given i was still alive and actually grew to trust you." it was a half-joke but it succeeded in getting a bare grin out of five. "we can't risk hurting other people."

"or destroying something," five added.

"or destroying something," you agreed, then furrowing your brow slightly. a cafe nearby was playing pleasant music; that was something keeping you tethered to this world in particular, as if five wasn't enough, but even he was quiet sometimes. "the only problem is we don't know where it is."

"or what it looks like. if it even looks like something at all. it could very well be invisible or incomprehensible." he scowled for a second, though not out of irritation, thinking rather loudly to himself. "we should start where we appeared, i think." you nodded in agreement. "if your... 'family' decides to work with us, all of us, then we can search a whole lot more. but we should get the basics out of the way."

"the beginning is always the most logical place to start."

"quaint way to put it, did you write the sound of music in another universe?"

"what part about 'literally any possible, feasible universe' do you not understand?" you joked, managing a small smile of your own, and five would be lying if he said he didn't feel a little bit relieved to see you humoring yourself again.

"i deserve that." he paused for a second. "i know you said that walking helps you think, and you definitely need to do that more, but you look like a dead man standing right now. i'd rather just drop you off at the academy and get back to my own family. are you okay to teleport?" you did not respond at first, taking careful account of how you felt and how you may feel after. eventually, and rather subtly, you nodded.

"my room is klaus's old room back in your universe."

"wow, that... makes it easier. safer, probably." that was the closest you were going to get to 'thank you' so you took it. you shut your eyes tight and breathed deep through that half-second nausea-bomb. you were happy to see your room when you opened your eyes; smelling like home, looking like home, feeling like pure comfort. five glanced about your room. somehow it looked exactly like what he expected from you, which was a compliment. it was cozy. well-lived—especially the bed. there were many blankets and pillows and a few stuffed animals, unmade, probably because you barely left it. he couldn't blame you, either.

looking at you, you seemed totally relieved and excited to be back home.

"are you going to let go of my hands now?"

five stiffened for a second, mumbling a hushed apology before letting go, shoving his hands in his pockets. you couldn't help but grin a little, tiredly, and he scoffed when he saw it. "don't look at me like that. i was helping you ground, since you evidently can't do it yourself sometimes." not that he could blame you, really. he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be... you.

you ignored the jab. "i'm surprised you're willing to wait to take care of this," you mumbled, hanging up your scarf and sweater, lazily rifling through your dresser to find something decently comfortable to pass out in. "you always insisted on getting things done quick. if not immediately."

"i'm desperate for one damn moment of peace. the world isn't being decimated just yet. i just want to sleep decently for once."

you smiled slightly. no one could work while exhausted, especially not when it came to your quandary. "go on and sleep then. i'll meet you at the obsidian again tomorrow."

"yeah. oh, uh, just remembered something. close your eyes for a few seconds."

"why?"

"just do it."

you scoffed, though without any sort of animosity or annoyance, shutting your eyes tight like he told you to. you heard the familiar sound of his blinking once, twice. "alright. you can look. here." he held out to you your bottle of painkillers. "nearly forgot to give them back."

"oh, sh—thank you." the relief on your face was quite plain and sort of comforting as well. he mustered a slight hum in response.

"good night."

"night, five. sleep well."

"hmph. we'll see."

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[sharkneto]

For the Spotify Wrapped ask, if you’d like: Five & Viktor, #6 :)

Look at me go, answering prompts months after they were given to me!

I took liberties - I didn't use my Spotify Wrapped for inspiration (although I did check if song #6 would fit this! It did not!), and I did Number and Viktor, instead of Five. But I've been thinking about Viktor's coming out to Number, and how it goes wrong in the exact way Viktor can't prepare for --

“Hey, Five, wait up a second,” Viktor calls. He’d dawdled in grabbing his jacket and backpack after another training session with Five, giving himself a few extra seconds to bolster his resolve.

Today is the day.

It’s been almost two years since Five told him about his powers, just over a year since he’s been officially weaned off his pills, and just under a year since he’s started being able to use his powers with any semblance of control or accuracy. Accuracy is still a work in progress, but it’s been weeks since Five has had to teleport to safety from an unintentional burst.

Five slows at the trail out of the abandoned and dry concrete canal they use for power practice, frowning at how far back he is. “Vanya?” he asks.

Vanya. Viktor takes in a quick, fortifying breath and pushes his sweaty bangs off his forehead (he’d chopped his hair a few months ago, when he first started exploring the Feelings, and he’s not sure if he was relieved or disappointed when Five’s only reaction was a generic compliment to acknowledge that he’d changed his hair for the first time in a decade).

It’s going to go well. It’s Five.

As he catches up to his brother, he says, “Yeah, about that.”

Something flashes across Five’s face, too fast to categorize. His gaze flicks from Viktor’s face to his hair and back. Expression neutral, he quirks up an eyebrow for him to continue.

“It’s um, it’s Viktor.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he is hit with a wave of intense relief followed by panic. It’s Five, it’s fine. He jams his hands into his pockets against the emotions. “I’d like to go by Viktor, now.”

He forces himself to watch Five for his reaction. Five had started smiling in the middle of his announcement, and he’s full-on grinning in that soft way he so rarely does by the time he’s finished, genuine and lopsided. Noting Viktor’s expectant pause, he says, “Viktor suits you.”

They share the smile, the anxiety that’s been bubbling in Viktor’s stomach slowly leeching away as a bright warmth takes its place.

Five breaks it to look over his shoulder at the steep incline out of the canal. “Good to go?”

Viktor blinks. “That’s it?”

Five glances back at him, his half-step to start climbing aborted. “…is there more?”

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Is there more? Not really. He wanted to tell Five that he’s Viktor, that they’re brothers. Had wanted Five to accept it and not make a big deal about it. All of which he has succeeded at.

Five shrugs and starts up the trail at his continued silence. Viktor stares after him.

In retrospect, maybe he wanted a little bit of a fuss.

It’s not that he had a speech planned or anything, but he had anticipated questions. Been prepared to explain that he’s been thinking about this since he got off the drugs. Had done a flurry of research to find a name for what he was feeling. Had been taking little steps to experiment, with his clothes (not that there was a huge change there), with his hair, in trying on the name Viktor in moments where it didn’t really matter. Had settled on how right being Viktor was a few weeks ago and had been building up to tell Five about it since.

“I…” He’s not really sure what to say to direct things where he wants them to go. He doesn’t know where he wants them to go. He starts up after Five. “Really? Nothing? No questions?”

Five glances over his shoulder again at him, having to look back quickly to keep his footing as he nears the top of the canal. “Do you want me to think of one?”

“I—I. No, but…” He has to stop to pull in a breath, working double-time to try and catch up with Five’s long legs. It’s a courtesy that he even trekked up the path rather than just teleporting to the top and waiting. “I thought you’d have… more of a reaction? More to say? You always have opinions.”

Five reaches the top and teleports himself to the other side of the rusted iron railing there so that he can lean on it and frown down at Viktor. “Okay. Uh, sure. My opinion on this is that it’s… good?”

“It’s good?”

“I’m happy for you.”

That at least is genuine – Viktor can tell by how the corner of Five’s mouth twitches up when he says it. “It’s good and you’re happy for me.” He pulls in another breath; he’s almost to the top. “Okay. Yeah.” He smiles up at Five.

He returns it and reaches down to give Viktor a hand to grab to help pull him up the last, tall step to where he can reach the railing to finish pulling himself up. As he’s clamoring (inelegantly) over the flaking metal, Five says, “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me for months.”

Viktor’s grip slips and he almost falls to the ground by Five’s feet. He just manages to catch himself. Firmly on his feet and on the correct side, he frowns at Five. “What? What do you mean?”

“Since you cut your hair.” He says that like that makes perfect sense, like Viktor wasn’t in the middle of fighting through confusing feelings and figuring the whole thing out then. He turns to start walking back towards the park and his car.

Viktor squints after him. “Since I cut my—Five, I didn’t know then. Not really, I was still sorting it out.”

He frowns back at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. That’s why I didn’t say anything to you. How the hell did you know?” He takes quick steps to catch up to Five.

“That you’re Viktor?”

“Yeah.”

“Other you was Viktor.”

Viktor stops dead in his tracks.

“What.”

“He was Viktor.”

“Like. He was born—”

“No. Like you. Vanya to Viktor.” He’s stopped walking to properly face him again. He has a little furrow in his brow, like he’s confused.

“You’ve—” Viktor loses his words again, trying to wrap his brain around what Five is saying. “You’ve known for two years?”

He shrugs. “I mean, twenty-two months, but…”

“Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

At that, he at least has the graciousness to start look a little sheepish. “I didn’t know if you were like him!”

That’s fair, he guesses. Still – “I have been agonizing over this for months, Five! And apparently you already knew, for sure, a few months ago! When I cut my hair!”

“Maybe you just wanted a haircut!”

Viktor gives him a look. Five acknowledges the point with a tilt of his head.

“Nothing?” Viktor reaffirms. “You said nothing for two years.”

Five shifts, starting to get defensive. “And what was I even supposed to say, Viktor?”

Ignoring the small thrill at hearing his name, Viktor throws his hands up. “I don’t know! But you could have said something! We’ve seen each other like four times since I cut my hair! And a million times before that!”

“We were dealing with other things!”

“Of course! Because my powers are the most important thing here!” The sounds of nature around them are starting to become clearer, sharper in Viktor’s ears.

Five huffs out a breath. “Other you said not say anything!”

“Why would you listen to him!?”

“Because he’s you! I assumed he knew what was best for you both!”

“You just said you weren’t sure if I was like him!” The wind is starting to pick up.

Five shifts his jaw and turns to walk away, only to turn back immediately so he only succeeds in walking in a small circle. “You’re you now! It worked out fine!”

That strikes something deep in Viktor’s chest, sharp and hot. “I’m twenty-five, Five! I could have been me two years ago!”

“That’s—that’s still better than other you! He was twenty-nine!”

He stares incredulously at Five. “How is that your argument that this is better?” He continues before Five can think of another dumb counter to that. “Do you know how much I’ve been thinking about this, if this was real? How long and how confusing it’s been? And then, when I was sure, you were the first person I told, asshole, only for you to have already known!?”

Five deflates a little, softening. “I’m the first person you told? That’s…” He pauses as he processes that. His expression pinches a little. “I mean, I’m the only person you can really tell. You don’t have that many friends.”

He knows he’s fucked up the moment the words leave his mouth, if how he blanches is any indication. Eyes widening, he glances to Viktor. Viktor can’t hear anything over the high-pitched ringing in his ears. The wind whips around them, buffeting Five in rhythmic waves. “You are such a fucking asshole, Five! I have friends, you dick, but this is the last time I try and have a special—” He trails off as he notices that Five is clenching his fists, his expression pure focus as blue starts to flicker around him. He wouldn’t.

He totally would.

Viktor pushes another wave at Five, trying to break his concentration. “Don’t you fucking rewind, Five. Don’t you dare undo—”

“—then, when I was sure, you were the first person I told, asshole, only for you to have already known!?” Viktor demands.

He blinks, the words feeling oddly familiar in his mouth. His stomach flops. Sound quiets as he loses his hold on it, distracted by the déjà vu he’s reeling in. The wind dies down.

“I’m the first person you told?” Five says, voice soft and sincere. “That’s… that means a lot, Viktor.”

Viktor looks at him after a quick glance around. Did Five just rewind things? He’s only been around for it a few times, but time travel always leaves him feeling a little off, like he’s forgotten an appointment and missed a step on the stairs. “Did…?” He breaks off. His dissipating nausea is distracting him from his anger, which isn’t fair. He gets to be angry at Five about this. He tries to grab hold of it before it can slip away.

Five frowns politely. Viktor studies him. Five never does anything politely; he’s covering. He’s told Viktor regularly that time travel is to be used only for dire, catastrophic situations because it has such a potential to ruin the entire spacetime continuum – which means he uses it regularly for minor problems or just whenever he feels like it. Holding his voice even, Viktor asks, “Did you put your foot in your mouth and then rewind because it was such a terrible, shitty thing to say?”

He shakes his head, frown too mild. “Of course not. I’m genuinely, um, honored that you told me first. I am really happy for you.”

Viktor considers him for another long moment before letting out a breath and shaking his head. He’s done. His anger sits heavy in his gut, coiling and twisting, eating away that happy lightness he’d had before, when he’d first come out to Five. He starts walking, striding quickly past Five and not looking at him.

He hears Five let out a sigh behind him. “Va—Viktor—”

“I don’t know what you said, Five, but you do and if you had to rewind it, it must have been a real dick move.” He doesn’t look back.

“I didn’t—”

“If you say you didn’t rewind, I’m going to explode the playground up there.”

Five is quiet behind him. Then, he says, “There’s kids there.”

Viktor scrunches his face and then whips around to level Five with a long, hard look. “This was supposed to be a nice thing, Five. A big, good moment.”

“It—” Five cuts himself off and disappears in a flash. Viktor refuses to look as he reappears next to him. “It still can be, Viktor. Like… look, I’m sorry. About the thing I didn’t say and not telling you sooner. Alright? I’m sorry. We can still… celebrate. Go to that restaurant you like on the corner. You can get a drink and I’ll get a soda or something. We can toast to you.”

“I’m really not in the mood, anymore.” He turns to keep walking. “And why, so you can not tell me more things?”

“That’s not—it’s the only—” Five stutters from behind him. “Fuck.” Whumpf. Viktor continues to ignore him as he walks past Five’s new position a few feet ahead on the path. “Viktor. I didn’t mean to ruin this or how you feel about this—”

“I feel fine about me, Five. I know who I am.”

“Oh. Good—”

“The problem is that so did you.”

Whumpf. Five stands with his hands out in a defensive placation in front of Viktor. Viktor steps around him to continue his march back to the main park. He can see the playground. “I can’t undo not telling you that.”

“You can though.”

“Months? It’s too much time.”

It wasn’t a genuine suggestion, but of course Five took it that way. “Then I guess we’re not good!”

The playground has emptied out in the hour since they last passed it to climb down to the canal, Viktor’s powers stirring up the weather enough to deter the less determined families from staying.

Whumpf. Five startles a kid on the swings as he appears by Viktor again. “I don’t know what you want me… I don’t know how to fix this.”

Viktor glances at him for the first time since he started his march away. His shoulders are slumped, and the downward curve to his mouth is sincere. He does feel bad.

Good.

“There isn’t anything for you to do,” Viktor says. “I’m pissed at you.” He turns towards the parking lot.

“Yeah, but…” Whumpf.

Another sidestep to keep going. “I don’t want to see you, Five.”

“Okay, but...” Whumpf.

Viktor stops short just before he can run into Five. The angle he has to look up at to meet his brother’s eyes is infuriating, they’re standing so close together. “Stop, Five! I don’t want you to do anything! I’m going to be mad at you! So just… fuck off!”

“I drove you here, I’ll give you a ride back—”

“I’ll call a cab.” He waits pointedly.

After a long moment, Five steps aside so he can pass.

When he’s made it a short ways away, Five calls after him, “…I’ll see you next week? For training?”

“I’ll call you, Five.”

“So, I will, or…?”

“I said I’d call you!”

It’s only thanks to his unlocked super hearing that he catches Five’s quiet, “Fuck.” to himself.

Viktor walks a few blocks before he gets to a street busy enough that he can hail a cab. He welcomes the walk, the extra few minutes to let his thoughts and emotions tumble over one another. Street lights creak and tremble as he passes, but he pays them no mind; he doesn’t have enough concentration to hold his powers back more than that. Rain starts spitting down from the clouds.

He settles in the back of the cab, throwing his address to the driver and then lets himself sink bonelessly into the seat, watching raindrops chase each other down the window.

That was not at all how he thought that was going to go.

#five is not an easy best friend to have rip #tua #number five #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #snip #tua snip #this is not actually a snip is it. it is just a fic #umbrella academy fic #tua fic #number #post-holding it together

[aphfanficwriters]

Monthly Members' Fics — Jan 2024

In the year of a dragon by mossy_man (China/Russia, Russia/Spain) “I neglected your needs,” Yao sighs and scuttles closer and there is a slice of persimmon at Ivan’s lips. The gel slides over his lower lip and he catches it with his tongue. “Forgive me, Vanya. Blinded by my own bitterness, I was a poor host and a poor giver.”

Euphoria by Delgumo (Canada/Russia) Matthew enjoys a drunken quickie with a somewhat strange gentleman.

Before The Reyse (Part One) by proosh (Lithuania/Prussia) Day 1 - Soulmate tattoo/childhood promise. Tolys could smell the ocean from where he waited... It was just before the raiding season would begin in full and his brother was late.

Before The Reyse (Part Two) by proosh (Lithuania/Prussia) Day 7 - Not for you/mistaken identity It was their usual meeting spot before each of the raiding seasons, midsummer and midwinter. He could smell the ocean from here, bitter and churning from the autumn storms… Tolys was late.

The Hunt (Part One) by proosh (Lithuania/Prussia, implied Prussia/Russia) Day 2 - Omegaverse/hunting party All Russia had been summoned to the call to chase the French from their lands, and the winter in all its fury had come with them… Next to his brothers stood the interloper.

The Hunt (Part Two) by proosh (Lithuania/Prussia) Day 4 - Gifts/trophies They fell upon the stragglers at the frozen gully… Tolys didn’t get a chance to have a good look at them before the killing started.

Better than Gold by Jestemburakiem (Lithuania/Prussia, past Lithuania/Russia) Written for day four of Lietpru week The Story of Lithuania during the most pivotal moments of the modern history of his country: The 1992 Summer Olympic Men's Basketball Tournament. Prussia takes notice of this.

Макдоналдс by Delgumo (America/Russia) Russia and America host the grand opening of the first McDonald's in Russia.

So pour the champagne by mossy_man (Prussia/Russia) Some would love a house with white fence, a dozen or so of kids and a dog. Not Gilbert. Gilbert is perfectly fine as he is.

1001 Ways To Die — Chapter 7: Dying Days 2 by NashTea (Fishandnear) (Germay/Japan) Another impromptu session between Kiku and Ludwig partaking in their favourite activity, this time, it's a little different for Kiku.

Joy in Punishment by Delgumo (Canada/Russia) [no summary]

Little lamb by mossy_man (Mongolia/Russia) “Mongolia is like the sun,” he says. His big hands map Mongolia's face. “Lie down, for I am going to fuck you.”

we begin again by hopeless_nostalgia (England/Japan) After Kiku finds a bunch of old photos, he and Arthur go through them, causing old feelings to resurface.

because it's you, I'm fine by hopeless_nostalgia (England/Japan) Arthur is training to be an idol in Japan, which (obviously) requires him to learn Japanese. But it's a struggle… he keeps failing at the same points, over and over again. He feels so hopeless that he decides to skip class, go for a walk, and decide if it was even worth it—because at this rate, it will take years before he comes even close to debuting...

a scene without you by hopeless_nostalgia (England/Japan) Two years ago, Arthur graduated and went back to London. Kiku lost all contact with him a month before he boarded the plane, when in an odd little café, they decided that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work for them and that breaking up would be for the best. Now that these two years have passed, Kiku knows that that was not true. He sits in that same café, at that same table, and wishes there was a way to turn back time…

my heaven by hopeless_nostalgia (England/Japan) “You know… If you want to, we can still have a wedding,” Kiku suggested. “That might not be a bad idea,” Arthur chuckled weakly. “Maybe we should.”

#axis powers hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia #aph fanfiction #hws fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia writers' association #post: monthly fic round-up #january 2024

[turbourbo]

Re: That One TUA S1 Draft That Wasn’t Filmed:

In case you didn’t know, there’s a script of a TUA S1 episode floating around here that must have made it pretty far on the chopping block.

Probably most important, the episode confirms that Reggie knew the world would end in April of 2019. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know the exact day, but he know something was up. Honestly, I thought Reg was bullshitting Klaus in the afterlife when he explained why he killed himself. So I was kinda surprised to learn this.

Most of the script takes place on October 1, 2012, on the brellies’ 23rd birthday. The script opens with two news anchors joking about the Mayan calendar ending in December. Reg and Pogo see this and Reg says something about how the Mayans were only a few years off.

We see Luther living at the academy and running solo missions for Reg. He encounters someone who resembles one of the original comic villains and accidentally ruins a birthday party and emotionally scars some children. It’s hinted at the end of the episode that he’s just left on the mission that will leave him permanently deformed. Also, he watches Allison’s movies and periodically calls her in California.

Diego’s living with Patch. They’re both at the police academy. Diego’s “Number Two” complex results in him getting kicked out and Patch breaking up with him. Diego gives Grace a bracelet he meant for Patch, and Grace gives him the cross-stitch of the domino mask we see in his apartment in 2019.

Also Diego is SUCH a marshmallow, he visits Grace every week and puts money in Klaus’s commissary. And it makes sense why Klaus only asked Diego for rides in S1.

Allison uses her powers constantly. For one day, she tries to NOT use them, and she’s just. So close to losing it. Constantly. Girl can’t wait for coffee, drive in traffic, etc. It’s actually sad how dependent she is on them.

Klaus is in prison. Doesn’t say what he did but it doesn’t surprise me at all. What’s interesting is that he seemed to have received some preferential treatment at first. While he’s transferred to a new block, the guard complains about Klaus getting put with the “white collars” because of his dad. He can’t get drugs and someone puts a hit on him.

Also, we see Klaus engaging in actual, effective self-defense. Like he accidentally kills an inmate. It’s wild. I’m trying to comprehend how he goes from That to jumping on people’s backs and flopping like a fish in seven years. I don’t think he’s forgotten his training. All I can think is that substance abuse has severely fucked him up. Not just loss of muscle mass, but maybe he’s screwed up the way his brain and body coordinate, so even if he knows what to do, he physically can’t. Idk, someone else explain why Klaus can’t fight.

Five is Old Man Five and working for the Commission. To mess with him, the Handler sends him to the brellies’ city in 2012 to see if Five will blow his cover. He does. He yells at Diego but Diego doesn’t recognize him.

BEN BEN BEN. This was probably the biggest change from the show. In S2, Klaus conjures Ben after Ben’s funeral. And Ben’s followed him ever since. HERE though, Ben appears while Klaus is in prison, because this is the first time since he died that Klaus has been sober enough to see him. And he’s actually PISSED that the brellies “let” him die. The episode also acknowledges that for whatever reason, when Klaus gets high again, the other ghosts go away but Ben stays.

Last Viktor, who was written as Vanya in this script. Viktor has recently published his book, and everyone’s furious about it, except Klaus. Viktor also has a girlfriend, who he catches cheating on him, forcing them to break up. So Viktor, unsure what else to do, visits Klaus in prison. They talk about Viktor’s book, and Klaus asks if he included the bit where Grace announced over breakfast that Diego just had his first wet dream. YES, that’s in there. Klaus is the only sibling who supports Viktor and asks for a copy to read in prison.

Oh, and Klaus is delighted to learn that Viktor (then Vanya) has/had a girlfriend. There’s this “yay, gay” kind of moment between them that we never saw in the show, where Klaus refers to himself and Viktor as fruits. Maybe this is why no one bats an eye about Viktor and Sissy in S2. He’s already out.

#the umbrella academy #tua #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

[spinyfruit]

Welcome to Spiny 2.0! I was in the Hetalia fandom many years ago and recently found my way back to complete one fic. And then I caught Rusame brainrot, so I'm still here.

While Alfred and Ivan are my current faves, I like exploring different pairings such as Fruk, RusPru, and others (including the different dynamics of the pairings).

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Tag Guide:

void talk - personal or chatty posts I make about whatever

my fics - things that I write

fic rec - fics I like, fics I'm going to read

asks - answered asks

for the art gallery - tag for art + fanart that I like

fic request - fulfilled requests that I've done (different pairings)

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My Ao3!

Scroll down for more info + links to individual fics 🌷

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Oneshots + Tumblr Requests

King for a King - Ivan was still trying to catch his breath. His legs felt like jelly. He couldn’t possibly do what Alfred had in mind. “That’s right. I think it’s time for His Majesty’s riding lesson,” Alfred said, squeezing Ivan’s hips. “You need to show me how much you’ve improved.” (AmeRus, king x stable boy au)

Castle Among the Stars - Alfred is a dark knight who wants to win above all else. Ivan, a white knight, gives him a lesson on gentleness. (RusAme, knight au)

No Doting Allowed - Arthur had a horrible day and Francis actually makes it a little bit better. (FrUK, hurt/comfort)

everything i’ve ever let go of has clawmarks on it - Matthew goes home with some guy who laughs too hard and smokes too much. (PruCan)

angel eyes - Ivan will do anything to get back together with Tolys. (LietRus)

Skylight - “Alfred...is this your first time sleeping with a man?” “Yeah, of course!” Alfred laughs, seemingly unfazed. “I wouldn’t get much of a chance where I’m from. That would be shocking to say the least." (RusAme, Alien au)

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Multi-Chapters I’m updating:

Winterkeepers - Two alphas living and working in almost complete isolation. One of whom is extremely "sensitive." What could go wrong? (AmeRus, alpha/alpha abo)

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Collabs I'm updating:

Teeth of Flame - Alfred F. Jones is a 300-year-old vampire but rarely has he come across someone with blood as enticing as Ivan’s. Unfortunately, Ivan has his own secrets up his sleeves making it anyone’s guess who is the predator and who is the prey.

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Ongoing Series I’m updating:

Knights of Nonexistent Castles - Fantasy au. Centered around a war between the Sherwood Kingdom and the Kingdom Marianne.

Castle Made of Fire - Alfred and Matthew were born to be together. That’s what their father always said. Two sides of a coin, two halves of a whole, two knights of the king’s castle. (NA bros)

Castle Among the Stars - Alfred is a dark knight who wants to win above all else. Ivan, a white knight, gives him a lesson on gentleness.

Off-Color series - A human au that focuses on Alfred and Matthew (NA bros) as they navigate the foster system and go to high school in a suburban town.

Checkered - Katya shifted in her clogs. “Vanya, he looks hungry. Like really hungry,” she added. Then her voice dropped to a hush. “He has a black eye this time.” Ivan was silent for a while. “Where is he?”

Chasing Rainbows - Alfred goes to Ivan's chess tournament. Ivan goes to Alfred's baseball game.

Greener Side - Matthew and Jan have literally nothing in common. But they still like each other for some reason.

No Shrinking Violet - “Do you like me? You know, like like me?” Alfred said, slowing down to emphasize every word. Ivan’s flush spread to the roots of his hair.

Gray Area - Matthew knows he has to change foster homes, but that doesn't mean he's ready to leave.

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Completed Multi-Chapter Fics

Lonely Hearts series - A human AU centered around a small town in the UK. No one has an easy relationship—some have many—but eventually, they all find love. Main pairings include: RusPru, PruAus, RusAme.

Broken cigarettes and spilled beer - A casually suicidal German, a deeply traumatized Russian, and a dangerously obsessed Dane walk into a bar… and Arthur’s there too. (RusPru)

And if the fog never lifted - The infamous “Bad Touch Trio” have gone their separate ways, leading mostly separate lives. But one day Francis comes back to their old town, finding everyone and everything very much the same as when he left. Except that Gilbert is nowhere is to be found. (AusPru, RusPru, FrUK, Spamano)

Everything for the first time all over again - In a desperate attempt to get revenge on her older brother, Natalya runs off to America and finagles a naive (and wealthy) Alfred Jones into a rushed engagement. Ivan reluctantly follows to stop the marriage, and finds himself… a little bit intrigued by the American. So a game begins. (RusAme)

A (very hot and sexy) cold war - It’s been months since Alfred and Ivan were married and things are going great. Well, they're okay. There is this one annoying thing… But Alfred has a plan to fix it. Or: five times Alfred tried to top Ivan and failed, and the time he finally succeeded. (RusAme/AmeRus)

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I am going to occasionally open up to fic requests when I have extra time! I'm happy to write for many different pairings, but those that I like in particular include RusAme/Amerus, FrUK/UKFr, PruAus/AusPru, and RusPru/PruRus. I also like any of the family dynamics like NA bros, FACE, etc. Feel free to suggest other pairings, but I can't promise I will do them all. My writing brain is slow and picky these days.

#about me #tags #void talk #spinyfruit 2.0 #my fics

[norhimorovine]

Fare You Well My Hearts

A month had passed and the last trip of the Curie was heading back to Ul’dah from Garlemald in two days. Norhi’s cart was loaded and arranged to carry Akizuki, Vhene, Misah’to, and his girls, Annia and Bianca to Camp Broken Glass, to be loaded up for the trip. The apothecary was put back together. And the management of it was officially handed over to Helen. Now, Norhi just had a few last strings to tie off before leaving. She wrote some letters and made some visits. She went around and said her goodbyes to everyone as best she could.

Having just recently received Lee’s response to her earlier letter, she attempts to catch Vicky. But given the lack of it, she leaves the letter with Vicky’s father, while wishing him the best. Norhi was worried. She does leave a note for Vicky alongside Lee’s letter. On the back side of the note was a small map, drawn of the Eastern Shroud, showing a route from the Hawthorne Hut to her shop and home.

Vicky, I’m heading home on the Curie this week. Wanted to say goodbye and that I hope to see you again eventually. Please take care. As I said, you got a place with us if you ever want it. My thoughts and feelings from our conversation still stand. I hope things go well for you. Affectionately, Norhi M.S.

She stops by the corner that Sergius and Rhua had posted up in, to watch over Arym. She thanks them both for everything and gives them a copy of the map to find her home, if they ever need or want to visit. She also leaves them an unsealed letter for Arym, saying they could read it if they wished. But that it would mean a lot to her if they made sure Arym saw it, when he was awake. Though, if they thought it would cause harm, then she’d understand if they didn’t. On the back of the letter is yet another of the same map.

Arym, I’m sorry that I’m not getting to say goodbye to you in person. I had sincerely hoped for the chance to clear the air. I wish I understood your reasons for the choices you made. I wanted to part on even footing and clear minds. But the Curie’s last trip to Eorzea is this week. So, my time here is up. I would still love, someday, to talk and learn about what happened and why. Even though I fear I will never get to see you again. What you do with this is your choice. And if I have to live in ignorance, then so be it.

Annia and Bianca were also hoping to say goodbye. The attack on Alvarium rattled them badly and they begged Misah’to to move to Eorzea. And with Misah’to still healing from a broken hip, he needs a lot of help. So, they’re coming out with me to Gridania. Misah’to’s thinking of applying to the Bellworks in Ul’dah though. Since there’s at least a small Garlean community there. I’m sure it’ll work out, somehow.

The map on the back is how to find my home in The Shroud, if you ever want to come by. Take care of yourself. With Hope, Norhi M.S.

From there, Norhi makes a few more rounds. She leaves a copy of the map with Vanya and Minerva, promising that either her or her half-brother, Nhie’a, would be by every couple months with a cart of supplies for trade and gossip. She leaves a copy of the map with Gloria too. Just in case. And lastly, she hands a letter, and another map, to Puklo Pak to chase down Florus with. Despite her instructions to be kind about it, Florus would wake up with the letter taped to his forehead.

Florus, I had sincerely hoped to talk before I had to leave. I understand why you stayed out of sight, in the aftermath of all this. But still, I wanted to tell you just one thing. All of the questions I wanted to ask, when I first learned about Overseer and you, barely matter now. But I still need to say this.

Do you remember our last personal conversation? Do you remember the thing you asked of me at the end? To keep hoping? For you?

Well, I am still. I still have my hopes for Alvarium and everyone we met. But for you especially, I still hope. I hope that you grow. I hope that you learn more of Life in all its ineffable mess. I hope you find peace in what happened. I hope your path going forward brings you opportunity to do good.

You planted the seeds of something beautiful. And yes, much harm came along the way. And perhaps things could’ve been better. Or gone differently. But the result, now that we’ve defended this growing place, is very beautiful. I had some hopes dashed. And some hopes validated.

And so, I hope for you that you Grow. Grow in all the joy and all the pain, which that can bring. I hope you Learn. Learn from what went wrong and from what went right. I hope you make peace with regret. Regrets never go away. Not really. They’re like grief. They’re a part of you. Don’t try to cut yourself up to rid yourself of it. Please, instead, Grow and Learn. I hope that all of this brings you a future, full of everything Life can offer. Both good and bad, both cursed and blessed.

Grow and Learn, Norhi M.S.

P.S. Tell your boyfriend and your father I say goodbye, and that I enjoyed our time together. The map is for my home, if any of you want to visit.

With all of that done, Norhi makes sure there is a map posted in the common room and one in the apothecary. She then loads up her family and starts Crystal down the road to Camp Broken Glass. Chocobo and Cart are loaded into The Curie. They get comfortable in the passenger hold. And they finally go home.

(( Tagging for mentions: @sergiusreports @rhotanored @snowbird-down @daughter-of-fire-and-dreams @clockwork-sparrow @high-and-away ))

#Tower Rp #Finally going home

[superloves4]

I still taste the past - Chapter 3

Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background) Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go. TW: none for this chapter A/N: Enjoy!

Also on AO3

It became their ritual for many years, they would leave friends and family to meet somewhere, play chess while talking about philosophy. It was something Finrod had grown exceedingly fond of.

People didn't often credited Atarinkë's intellect, focusing rather on his skills and similitude to his father, in fact, Fëanor was what most would talk about when discussing Atarinkë, with the occasional mention to Maitimo or Makalaurë, or lately, Tyelkormo. But with their conversations, Finrod could now see a rather different mind from the rest of the family.

Apart from Carnistir, who enjoyed his own company better than that of others, his older cousins were easy to spot in any crowd, dazzling their companions and garnering their approval, not Atarinkë, however. He'd stand behind and observe, listening more than he talked, it was something Finrod had noticed in his aunt Nerdanel as well, the ability to read others from the shadows and letting others take center stage.

Finrod was fascinated.

He knew his parents were hoping for him to find a bride, now that he'd reached his maturity many hoped he'd follow his parents and marry young, the first of the family to do so when Maitimo and Findekàno failed to provide a new generation. He had seen how Turukàno looked at Elenwë of the Vanya and he knew his brother had been sneaking away somewhere in the night, no, Finrod was not worried, he much rather study Atarinkë than please his family instead.

And there was much to study, like the way he furrowed his brow whenever he was thinking on his next move, the way he couldn't help but bite his lower lip whenever he knew he was about to lose, the way he'd glare at Finrod when he couldn't deny any more.

"Checkmate" Finrod smiled, Atarinkë's king stuck in between his bishop and his horse.

The other scoffed and leant back on his chair "I'm bored."

Finrod smiled "Oh, is it Maquetindo's crushing defeat at the last symposium or your own, that is making you so grumpy?" It wasn't so much that Finrod disliked the philosopher, but Atarinkë liked him, and Finrod liked to ruffle Atarinkë.

"No," the other said, holding his head higher "You're simply uninteresting, Ingoldo."

Finrod laughed, that happened every couple of years, Atarinkë would proclaim he wanted nothing to do with Finrod, only to show up to their agreed meeting point anyway. Finrod enjoyed his look of defeat whenever he returned.

He knew that dance, Atarinkë would get up, dust his clothes as if Finrod's mere presence had dirtied them and then leave with some scathing critique of his ability to entertain. Finrod grabbed his wrist as he got up.

"What do you say then, to something different?"

Atarinkë shifted, unsure at what to do with their broken routine "I'm expected."

Finrod smiled "I'm sure aunt and uncle will make peace with not having you for one night."

He saw Atarinkë's breath catch in his throat, his pretty eyes looking around searching for an answer so he gave him one, taking him away from the safety of the library. He wasn't sure where he was going either, Finrod just wanted to keep Atarinkë by his side a little longer.

He had studied the plans of the castle several times and let his memory guide them up a staircase by the side, difficult to find if you didn't already know about it, it lead to the roof where they could more easily see the mingling. For once, Atarinkë had nothing to scoff at, simply looking in awe to the vision of Tirion under their feet.

"You know, if you wanted me gone you cold have just let me leave," he joked, and Finrod felt him tremble a little.

Finrod smiled "If you're worried you can always hold onto me."

Atarinkë blushed to the top of his ears, as red as the hair his family was known for, 

Finrod brought him closer, holding Atarinkë by the waist now.

"Good enough for you now?"

The other laughed, looking out at the scenery again "It's certainly more interesting than chess, how did you know about this?"

"I'm interested in more things than just philosophy I'll let you know," he faux pouted, earning him a roll of eyes.

"It's very beautiful," Atarinkë smiled, it was the most relaxed Finrod had ever seen him "I think it would look good as a necklace, silver and gold, with jewels of topazes and carnelians, I believe it would fit even a peacock such as you, Ingoldo."

"If you made me a necklace I'd fear for my neck," he laughed.

Atarinkë's smile, however, dampened and Finrod even thought he'd said something wrong, the casual jabs at each other were almost second nature at this point, it didn't fit Atarinkë's pained sigh.

"Why did you bring me here, Ingoldo?" he asked and stared at Finrod with such a sincere fear it truly surprised him.

Finrod gulped, mouth dry, he floundered to find words "I think you know why," he finally said, ready to lay his heart in front of the other boy.

Atarinkë tried to push him away but Finrod held onto him "Ingoldo, you know as well as I do how terrible of an idea this is, we can't, our families would never approve and besides we are too different as people, it can never work."

"I disagree," Finrod said firmly, not ready to give up now "Our families will make peace with our decisions, it is not their choice to make, you are too pessimistic, we are not so different, you know we aren't, proud, stubborn, ambitious, we are of the same stone, tell me you can feel it too."

"It would solve everything!" he continued, letting his forehead rest on Atarinkë's "If the issue is our families, we could solve it all, a marriage between us could bring our families together for the first time. Everyone would be happy."

"See, this is what I'm speaking about, Ingoldo, you're too optimistic, we'll destroy each other in a century," Atarinkë answered, his words were cutting but his mouth brushed Finrod's and their effect were lessened.

"I love you, Atarinkë."

Finrod felt the other shiver and continued "If you don't love me, tell me now and I shall never bother you again, but if none of your fears are from a lack of feeling, I can wait until you see what I see."

"You're a fool and I can prove you're a fool." Atarinkë scoffed.

There, on the roof of Tirion upon Tùna, they kissed, young and insecure, mouths that just learned to open, it was imperfect but it was theirs.

Finrod cursed himself.

#silm fic #my writing #curufinrod #curufin #finrod #finrod felagund #the silmarillion #silmarillion #feanorians #silm #trans curufin #not really explored tho #dysfunctional to functional

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 7: Who Knew?

Summary

You knew but you also didn’t know….not anymore.

Warnings? Click here!

Blood.

That’s all you remembered.

Just blood.

Allison covered in blood.

There was screaming.

Pleading.

You had to be shaken out of your stupor by Luther.

The burning on your hands.

The feeling of Allison’s throat desperately trying to function as you felt the perfectly lined wound seal closed.

Her eyes.

Allison’s fucking eyes.

She was still dying.

She lost too much blood by the time you all reached her.

She was dead.

That’s what kept running around your head.

Klaus had pulled you along back into the car. Allison’s body laid across you. Her eyes were looking right at you as tears spilled out of thems

Her hand had clutched yours and she desperately wanted to speak.

You think you urged her not to.

Someone did.

Everything from there to back home is a fuzzy mess.

Reality only setting back in when all of you were sitting in the medical room.

Allison clinging onto life.

Diego fainted.

You were in a catatonic like state.

Klaus hovered over you before he kneeled down to your eye level, placing your bloodstained hands in his. The soft glow emitting from your hands goes ignored in the commotion.

“Glowbug…?”

When he didn’t get a response, he backed away. Once he noticed everyone (well everyone else) being preoccupied with Allison, he left the room.

Ben was thrown off a bit when Klaus walked away but then it turned into a stinging annoyance. Ben didn’t want to leave you like this. He knew exactly what was going through your head.

He looked down at your hands, watching as your fingers were digging into your thighs. While you may not have been here, you were certainly still here as the rapid talking was too panic inducing to filter out.

Ben kneeled down beside you. He knew fully that this would be futile but he still wanted to try it anyway. You seemed to always get rid of the rational side to him.

Imagine the look that appeared on his face when his hand connected with yours. No phasing through or anything. He felt the heat off your body. He looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Y/N?” He called to you softly.

Then you turned to him! Slowly, still in your blank state. The most important bit was that you showed that he could interact with you.

He didn’t know how but he wasn’t going to question it too deeply for fear that the universe might try to “correct” itself. Well, as much as it could when it comes to a world where the Umbrella Academy exists.

“Hey Y/N…it’s me…Ben.”

The thousand yard stare faded and you began to come back to reality. Be could almost see the life slowly come back into your gaze. He flashed a weak and nervous smile.

Your eyes slowly widened at the vision before you. A faint sense of deja vu washing over you.

“Ben?” You spoke quietly, almost like a tiny squeak and while you didn’t expect anyone to hear you, Luther did.

Despite wanting to stay by Allison’s side, Grace and Pogo reassured him that they would watch over her but that the very present threat of Vanya still within Harold’s grasp was still very…present.

And while he was ready to follow Five and the others to rescue Vanya, he couldn’t help but catch you in your thousand yard stare. Whether it was his status as number one which gave him big brother energy, he didn’t know but he knew he had to check on you.

“Y/N…”

You turned to look up at him, glancing between him and what was nothing more than an empty space in his eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Referring to Allison’s blood still covering your hands.

He didn’t even give you a chance to say anything, gently pulling you up by the arm and guiding you out of the room. You, on the other hand, we’re still confused about the very present Ben.

“Wait…but—”

“Don’t worry, Grace and Pogo will take care of Allison. I know it might be a little hard to trust Pogo right now but Grace is gonna do what she can. We can trust that.” Luther reassured, still gently ushering you along.

“But—”

Ben stood there, still in shock about you actually seeing him. This was something that needed to be looked into more and from his perspective, he needed Klaus so that’s who he went to.

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Diego paced back and forth between the couches as you all sat discussing strategy. “The bastard that nearly killed our sister’s still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her.”

You were still somewhat out of it, getting some of Allison’s blood off helped immensely. Unlike normally, you weren’t really sitting next to Klaus but across from him…just switching between staring at him and staring off in thought.

‘That was Ben…right?’ You thought. ‘But that shouldn’t make sense…because the only one who can see ghosts is Klaus.’

You looked back at him as he nibbled his nails before looking above him, almost like you were expecting Ben to be standing over him. He caught you staring near him, looking back as if Ben was there even though he was actually standing in the corner by Diego.

The glances weren’t lost on Ben though. His going from you to Klaus. Not only were you able to see him but he was able to punch the shit out of Klaus.

‘Maybe it was me.’ He thought to himself despite him being sure that it was Klaus’ powers, he really wasn’t all that secure in that theory.

Meanwhile, the little paranormal activity has you questioning if there may have been other mental illnesses you developed. ‘Maybe I was hallucinating…I think that’s PTSD. I never really thought of that…I mean technically we’re all child soldiers…right?’

“Vanya is not important.” You heard Five state.

“What about Vanya?” You asked.

Diego pointed in your direction. “Y/N, yes or no? We should go save Vanya.”

You looked between your brothers. “Why wouldn’t we go find her?”

“Need I remind you all about the END OF THE WORLD is TO-DAY.” Five stressed.

Diego turned to Five. “You saw his little murder shrine, he wants to lure us out by using Vanya. I say we give him what he wants.”

You shook your head. “Well I don’t think we should go in Rambo style, I mean…we still don’t know how exactly he ends the world. Is he like…a supervillain or something?”

Five eagerly co-signed. “Exactly. Harold Jenkins needs to be our first priority.” Him and Diego having a mild stand-off.

“Then let’s go.”

You went to stand as Five and Diego were about to walk out until Klaus spoke up.

“You guys count me out. I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It’s just…I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so…”

Diego shook his head. “Yeah, no. You’re coming.”

“I mean, I think we can all agree that my power’s…it’s pretty much useless. I’d just be holding you guys back.”

Five and Diego stared him down.

“Klaus get up.” Five ordered.

Klaus was thrown off. “You can’t make me—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Diego launched a knife at him, intentionally missing his crotch. Klaus let out an annoyed sigh as he got up.

“Then again, a little exercise couldn’t hurt.”

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The sun had fully risen by the time you all had reached Harold’s house. While you had hoped to find Vanya, you instead found Harold…dead.

All four of you stood over his corpse. Riddled with household knives as well as the sharp ends of other things. Diego summarized that he had to have been dead for a few hours now.

The supposed harbinger of the apocalypse was dead and all that was left was the question of where Vanya was. A sense of dread filling you but you didn’t even wanna entertain the thought that he might’ve killed her before someone killed him.

Somehow the thought that she was hidden away somewhere with only him knowing where she was was even worse to think about.

“It’s not exactly what I was expecting.”

“The understatement of the year.”

“No sign of Vanya.”

“Let’s get out of here before the cops come.” Klaus and Diego headed for the door but Five’s voice stopped them.

“In a minute.” He let out a sigh as he knelt down, pulling the fake eye out from his pocket.

You all watched as he pulled Harold’s patch off, placing the piece of plastic in his eye hole. You and Klaus exchanged looks of confused disgust.

“Well that’s gross.” You mumbled.

“Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it.” There was an excitement to Five’s voice now. “The eye I’ve been carrying around for decades, it—…it’s found it’s rightful home.”

“Somehow that’s one of the more fucked up things I’ve heard you say.”

He then proceeded to fetch the eye of the socket.

“Why are you—” you began exclaiming, cutting yourself off.

“We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse.”

“Yay! Let’s go.” Klaus urged, about to walk away before Diego grabbed onto him.

“This can’t be that easy.” Five started getting antsy.

“Yeah, like where is Vanya?” You questioned.

Five shook his head. “Not that. Look!” He pulled out the note. “This is the note that I got from the Commission that says ‘Protect Harold Jenkins’ aka Leonard Peabody,”

“Yeah?”

“But who killed him? Who did this?”

You kneeled down towards the body, taking in the knives.

“The Commission are the ones that taught you to be all Murder happy, right? This seems…excessive. Like maybe they changed their minds about him and just killed him.”

“The Commission trains assassins not…whatever this is.” Five tried correcting.

“Nah…Hazel and Cha-Cha…definitely know how to leave an impression.” Klaus chimed in. “If your little Illuminati gang changed their minds, that’s a good thing. That means all we have to do is find Vanya because if anyone else would know it would be her—”

Five didn’t even wait for Klaus to finish, phasing out of the room but you and Diego were still listening.

“If Vanya got away from this asshole, she might be headed back to the Academy.” Diego reasoned.

“Then let’s go make sure she’s ok.”

——✨——

Then

A deep-seated memory, one you don’t even know you have. Before the barriers that broke your family were put in place by an uncaring recluse.

Vanya was sick.

That’s what your father told you and the others. That’s what Pogo told you all. That’s what Grace reassured you.

“Vanya can’t play right now, Y/N. She’s not feeling well.”

“But she’s not in her room.”

Grace offered you a smile. “Your father is worried that she might make the rest of you sick.”

Not the best choice of words but it didn’t have the same effect that it could’ve had had Grace said those words to any of the others, minus Five, who seemed the closest with Vanya.

Even at such a young age, he wouldn’t have been content with that answer and Vanya’s empty room, he would’ve gone looking for her, and knowing his cleverness, he would’ve found her. It spoke to their budding bond.

But with you, that wasn’t a threat. You would’ve accepted Grace’s word. You should’ve accepted Grace’s word. But the empty room was just…too haunting. How could you have not been more curious? You had managed to sneak away during training. Despite your role as the team healer, it seemed very easy for you to slip out from the corner of everyone’s eyes.

And it seemed even easier to trail behind someone who expected little of you in terms of bold defiance. You somehow managed to float from room to room without bringing attention to either Reginald or your mother and even at such a young age, you knew that if either picked up on your presence, they’d stop you but they didn’t.

You trailed them to a hidden door, a passage that neither of you knew existed. Both of them went in and while you wanted to immediately follow, a nagging instinct told you not to and insisted that you wait. And so you did. Not too long afterward, both of them came back from… wherever they went. Neither seemed aware of you being there.

Once they were both gone, you acted. Walking towards the hidden entryway, it wasn’t even that difficult to reveal and open. You thought you were lucky but at the time Reginald didn’t expect much of any of you in terms of questioning him and then acting on suspicions with Five being the threshold.

If Five wasn’t curious, then neither were the rest of you. Because for as much as Luther held onto his position as Number 1 as a status rather than him simply being the first baby Reginald got, Five was the one with a clearer head on his shoulders. But Five was stubborn and that meant he was a danger in terms of Reginald’s secrets.

But not now. To Reginald, he didn’t have to worry. Which is why you were currently descending a creepy elevator into some lower level.

You were terrified, but deep down something told you Vanya was here, because your father never took you to hospitals like other people, so she had to still be in the house. Then the elevator stopped with a harsh sound, sending a shiver throughout you.

‘Maybe this is a bad idea.’

The door opened only to reveal a long corridor. In comparison to the rest of the academy, this basement looked derelict and it only served to make your worry for Vanya even stronger as you ventured forth.

‘What happened to Vanya?’ Ran through your mind as you eyed the cracks in the walls and the unidentifiable dried stains that you hoped wasn’t Vanya’s blood.

You only stopped when you reached an empty room with a small chamber with nothing but a circular window that allowed you to peer in on your tippy toes and it was there you saw her…Vanya. She was sleeping in a bed that looked less comfortable than her normal bed.

A happy smile formed on your face as you eagerly turned the wheel. Despite its rustic look, it spun with ease. The metallic noise woke Vanya from her slumber.

Normally, Vanya had an emotionless expression ready to greet her usual visitor but a wide grin appeared on her face when she laid eyes on you.

“Y/N!” She was ecstatic as she ran over to you with a hug. “You found me!”

“Mom said you were sick but you weren’t in your room. I was scared you weren’t gonna come back.”

The both of you went over to her bed and sat on it. You started kicking your feet back and forth.

“Dad’s mad at me.” She said bluntly.

You tilted your head a bit. “Why?”

“I broke his monocle during training the other day.”

Your eyes went wide. “Did you throw something at him?”

She shook her head. Her long hair cradling her face as she looked down in shame.

“I can’t control my powers. I almost made his eye bleed.”

The others weren’t too aware that Vanya also had abilities. Unlike the others, they were more difficult to control. Even the fogginess of their adult minds, at best what they would remember is getting new nannies every so often and in the back of their minds they merely came to the conclusion that because they hadn’t gotten rid of Vanya’s stubbornness, they had been fired.

They were never there when you were ordered to heal their injuries. Reginald never even explained how these women got their injuries either but you got through to Vanya about it. It only ever stopped once Grace came along. Vanya even gave you the horror story about how her neck turns all the way around.

“You didn’t mean it, right?”

She shook her head.

“Maybe dad will let you out if you say sorry, right?”

“No he won’t. I’m probably gonna be in here forever. He won’t even let me go upstairs and play. I’m bored down here.”

“Hmmm…maybe I can ask dad if you can—”

“NUMBER 8!”

The loud boom of your father’s voice shook the both of you, launching you both off of the bed to stand at attention. You both watched with fear in your eyes as your father stomped towards you with Pogo causally in tow.

“Number 8…what are you doing here?”

You were too scared to speak at first but you had managed to let an answer come out of your mouth. “I wanted to check on Vanya--”

“How did you even know Number 7 was in here?”

Your eyes glanced from your father to Pogo, who merely looked on in silence. “I followed you.” You answered meekly.

You noticed Reginald’s body stiffen at your words but he was rendered speechless. The only other child that ever saw your father at a loss for words was Vanya.

“You are to follow Pogo back upstairs and you will not speak a word of this to the others. You will be punished accordingly.”

“But--”

“NOW NUMBER 8!”

You jumped at the booming of his voice.

“Come along.” Pogo spoke softly in comparison.

You offered a sad glance at Vanya before following Pogo back to the elevator and ultimately back upstairs to rejoin the others. Along the way, Pogo had you promise him that you weren’t going to say anything to your siblings. You promised him. If you were any older, you would’ve fought back against it but you were young and didn’t know better.

As far as you remembered, you were told Vanya was sick but Vanya told you what really happened. You knew of the basement. You knew of her powers. You knew her location was meant to be a secret to you and to your siblings. You knew Pogo knew and you could probably guess that your mother knew as well.

You knew.

Later that night, when everyone else was going to bed. Reginald and Pogo had sat you down at the dining table…along with Allison.

The next morning…you no longer knew.

#flourescent fic #ben hargreeves x you #ben hargreeves x reader

[seconds-not-decades]

Time and Chase

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is a major throwback but we are kicking off my TUA series of fics all the way from season one so that this story actually makes sense. Or about as much sense as it can be. I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season one being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, and violence.

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*Gif credits to its original source/creator*

Man On The Moon

~ * ~

On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got seven of them.

~ * ~

Karina finished wrapping her side and headed out the door to go find Five. She was halfway through the main room when Pogo saw her.

"Mrs. Hargreeves, this is a surprise. How are you doing, my dear?" he asked her.

Karina was a bit taken back, not used to being addressed so formally. "Me? Um…I'm all right."

"I see. Are you sure you should be walking around? You were severely injured after all."

Karina waved it off. "Later. Right now, I have a husband to track down and berate."

"Master Luther and Master Diego are currently looking for him actually."

"Did they say where they were going?"

"I believe something about trying to find his van."

Karina nodded. "I know where they are. Thank you."

"Of course. Please be careful."

Karina smiled and quickly left the mansion, heading off to the alleyway across from the prosthetic building. In the distance, she saw and heard Luther and Diego hurrying towards the van.

"This is it. He's still here. This is Five's van," Luther spoke. "Go. Go." He went to open the door, rattling the handle. He sighed.

Diego stepped forward and picked the lock, opening the door. After he opened it, the two tried to go in at the same time.

"I'm One," Luther remarked to Diego.

Diego resisted an eye roll and slid the back door open.

"Damn it," Luther grunted as he slipped inside.

"What are you two up to?" Karina went up to them, watching the two rustle around the van.

"I thought you'd be resting after last night," Diego told her.

"Rested as I can be, anyway. Have you found anything?" she leaned on the van.

"Not yet. I'm surprised to see you here instead of with him," Luther was skimming through the glove box.

"He dropped me off last night and that was the last time I saw him."

"So, even you have no clue where he is? You're his wife," Luther frowned.

Karina shrugged. "We all have secrets I suppose."

"Still can't believe he's the first brother to get hitched amongst us," Diego mumbled.

Karina sighed, deciding to help them in their search. They all looked around for a good ten minutes, still finding nothing. Diego picked up a small notebook and skimmed through it.

He whistled, catching the attention of Luther and Karina. "I know where to find Five," he held up the notebook page.

~ * ~

The three of them made their way to a library. They went inside and looked around.

"Let's split up," Luther suggested.

Diego shot him a look. "Wow. Good thinking."

The three split up and searched around the entire library, along with its multiple floors, but circled back to one another on the top floor with no luck.

"Anything?" Luther asked them.

"No," Karina bit her lip and Diego sighed.

"You wanna know why I left?" Diego stopped Luther in his tracks.

"What? What are you talking about?" he slowly came back over.

"Why I left the Academy."

"Yeah, 'cause you couldn't handle me being Number One."

Karina held back from an exasperated eye roll, wondering where the nearest escape was as she leaned on the wall.

"No. Because that's what you do when you're 17. You move out, become your own person, grow up," Diego lowly said.

"Oh, yeah. You're a real grown-up," Luther shot.

"At least I make my own decisions," Diego shot back, looking at him. "You've never had to hold down a job. Pay bills. You ever even been with a girl?"

Oh Lord, help me Karina thought in exasperation. She crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling, shaking her head.

"I…" Luther cleared his throat almost awkwardly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Diego gave a chuckle of disbelief. "Look, you wanna blame me, blame us for leaving…that's okay. But maybe you're asking yourself the wrong question. Maybe it's not about why we left. Maybe it's about why you stayed," he pointed out.

"I stayed because the world needed me," Luther went over to his side.

"You stayed because you couldn't let go of the way things used to be. The Academy. Dad. With Allison," Diego gave him a meaningful look. "Dad's dead. Mom too, now. We're orphans again, dude."

An elevator bell dinged and Karina began to walk off.

"And things are never gonna go back to the way they used to…be," Diego finished.

Karina heard women laughing.

"Do you ever stop talking?" Luther questioned.

"Where are his parents?" a lady asked and Karina perked up, hurrying in that direction.

"Wow, that was easy," Luther commented as they followed her.

"I'm gonna call security," a blonde walked past Karina.

Diego and Luther halted when they saw the scene. Five was on the ground, snoring, with a bottle of liquor in one hand and his other arm lazily slung around Delores. Karina scoffed as she knelt down to feel his forehead.

"Is he, um…?" Luther strung out.

"Drunk as a skunk," Diego was mildly amused.

Karina glanced up at them, curious to hear their next best course of action as the bottle slipped from Five's grasp. She just sighed, knowing they were in for a long night.

Luther scooped up Five and Delores, the three of them quietly exiting the library.

~ * ~

The alleyway was dark and damp, but, the four really had no idea where there was a safe option to go.

"Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment," Luther pointed out.

"I don't have enough room, otherwise I would have offered," Karina softly spoke.

"My place is closer. No one will look for him there," Diego returned.

Five burped and Luther sighed. "If you vomit on me…" he warned the boy.

"You know what's funny?" Five slurred out. "Aah! I'm going through puberty." He scoffed. "Huh. Twice. And I-" He abruptly chuckled. "I drank that whole bottle, didn't I?"

"Afraid so," Karina replied flatly.

"Hiya, wifey," Five's head lulled as he gazed at her drunkenly. "That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye. Poof, it's gone." He flailed to take her arm. "What are you guys talkin' about?" He shifted to look at Karina. "And what happened to your pretty face?"

Diego sighed. "Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night. They came looking for you, and if you need anything more astounding to make you listen to me, they hurt Karina pretty badly. So I need you to focus. What do they want?" he cut to the chase.

"Hazel and Cha-Cha," Five replied.

"Who?" Diego looked back at him.

"You know, I hate code names," Luther added.

"Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course," Five chuckled.

"The best of what?" Luther looked down at him.

"You know, Rina always said she hated when I drink. She said it made me surly…" Five rambled, trying to kiss her.

"Hey!" Diego snapped.

"Hm?" Five looked at him. "Yeah?"

"I need you to focus," Diego stopped and turned to face him. "What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want?"

Five broke out into a snarky grin.

"We just wanna protect you," Diego continued gently.

"Protect me. I don't need your protection, Diego," Five remarked. "Do you have any idea how many people I've killed?"

"No," Diego's voice was low.

"I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen. The apocalypse is coming," Five turned in Luther's arms and vomited behind him.

Luther looked up in alarm and Diego turned away. Karina winced in disgust.

"Will you kiss me yet? I miss you," Five gazed up at her.

"After you're sober and brushed your teeth," she tried not to choke from his breath.

So with that, Diego led them off to his place to lay low for the night.

~ * ~

Diego guided everyone through the gym and into his place. Luther gently laid Five down on the bed, who was deep asleep. Karina perched next to him and she smiled when he subconsciously found her hand and clung to it. She gently brushed some fallen hair out of his peaceful face.

Diego and Luther were watching them thoughtfully.

"Funny. If I didn't know he was such a prick, I'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep," Diego commented sarcastically.

"Well, don't worry. He'll sober up eventually," Karina returned softly.

"Be back to his normal, unpleasant self," Luther added.

"Yeah, I can't wait that long," Diego walked away a few steps. "I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies. All that stuff he was saying before-" He paused when everyone heard thumping overhead.

"What do you think he meant by that?" Luther wanted to know.

Outside in the hall, the sound of footsteps approached. Luther and Diego shared a look. Diego unsheathed a knife and quietly crept to the door.

"You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, I'm pressin' charges!" Al threatened when Diego abruptly swung open the door.

"What do you want, Al?" Diego asked.

Al stepped into the doorway. "I ain't your secretary."

"Yeah," Diego mumbled and headed down the stairs.

"Some lady called for you, said she needs your help."

"What lady?"

"I dunno. Some, uh, detective. I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin'."

"Patch?" Diego corrected and Al shrugged. He began to grin. "She needs my help."

"She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun," Al informed him as he came up the stairs and looked at the note Al scribbled down. Luther slowly came over.

"When?" Diego questioned.

"About half an hour ago. Uh, said she found your brother," Al left the room.

The two boys looked at Five in confusion.

"Well, that didn't make sense," Diego commented.

"Klaus," they both drew out in realization.

"Go. I'll wait here with-" Luther stopped himself when Diego ran out and the door slammed shut. "Them," he sighed.

Karina nervously fiddled with her necklace, anxiously awaiting for Diego to return. Luther looked down at Delores in the chair and awkwardly patted her head.

~ * ~

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #viktor hargreeves #aidan gallagher #tua s1 #tua season one #tua fandom #tua fanfic

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Reginald Lied — He Didn’t Purposefully Adopt New Children

At the end of S2, the siblings make it to 2019 only to discover that their father has adopted 6 new children (plus Ben). We all assumed that due to their disastrous dinner back in 1963 (and potentially Diego’s words to Grace) that Reggie decided the Umbrellas were failures and not worth adopting again.

But, in S3, we learn new information. All the Umbrellas’ mothers died before they were born. This means that Reggie lied, or at least bent the truth when he said he picked different kids — he never even got the chance to adopt them in the first place.

Now, you can say, but he could have still planned to adopt different kids so what does it matter? But I don’t think that was even the case. Bear with me, this is a little long.

In the UA universe, changes to the timeline happen immediately.

What I mean by that is that is if you make a change to the past and jump forward, you see that change applied — you don’t have to wait 50 years for the timeline to catch up. Once a decision is made, time adapts around it and the future automatically reacts to that change. Whatever butterfly effect, whatever new decisions made, are automatically played out. We see this when the Umbrellas mess around in the 60s and then jump to 2019 and all the changes they made effected the timeline.

The only thing that we’ve seen that changes a timeline once it’s set in motion is time travel. In S1, Five shows up and tells Luther about the apocalypse then goes off with the Handler. This changes the timeline. From there, we see that change automatically effect the timeline in the Day that Wasn’t.

Then Five comes back and undoes the day. If he’d jumped to the end of the day, he would have automatically landed in the events we saw — Klaus finding Dave, Vanya finding the book, Allison and Luther dancing in the moonlight, etc. Instead though, he jumped to the beginning of the day and changed the whole thing.

Okay. Changes to the timeline automatically and instantly affect the entire timeline. The only thing that derails that is more time travel. Back to the main point.

Reggie still planned to adopt the siblings even after they met in the 60s.

The fateful “Light Supper” happens midway through S2. The Umbrellas make a bad impression and then DO NOT interact further with their father. So any changes they made should have already changed the timeline as the season progresses.

Except they dont.

A few episodes later, Five and Luther confront Old Man Five and OG Five opens a portal home. And notably, NOTHING HAS CHANGED. The Umbrellas are still adopted, Klaus still throws a fire extinguisher, Viktor is still poised to destroy the world. You’ll note that the apocalypse in the 60s also didn’t happen. That’s because Diego already time traveled in with the info they needed. So while the rest of the siblings were trying to reach LSD Viktor, they’d already saved the world as far as the timeline was concerned. Five opening the portal proved that. From the moment Diego landed in Allison’s living room, the world was effectively saved.

At this point in the show, they’d already had the disastrous dinner and never met their father again, but we see he still adopted them and raised them the same.

What Changed?

So what changed the timeline? The only thing that could have — more time travel, namely the Commission. This is speculation of course, but the Commission attack on the barn must have changed something for Harlan. Maybe in the original timeline Viktor is less tired from killing half the Commission and gets the whole marigold. Maybe without seeing the danger first hand Sissy and Harlan go to 2019 or maybe Harlan is just less traumatized and handles his powers better. We don’t know.

But we do know that the future only changed after the Five v Five fight which was after the dinner with Reggie. If given the choice, he would have still adopted the Umbrellas and just lied to save face after he couldn’t find them as babies.

#five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #number five #the umbrella academy season three #tua season 3 #the sparrow academy #tua s3 #the umbrella academy theories #number 5 #reginald hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #the commission #this got very long #but I’m very interested in how time travel works in this universe #if this is right #then this means the only reason the Commisson has to keep making changes is themselves #either they keep messing things up with the butterfly effect and having to correct corse #or the agenda from the board keeps changing and they keep tweaking the timeline #but I like that Reggie was going to keep the Umbrellas #and only didn’t because they literally were never born #this could all be wrong #please tell me your thoughts

[alaffy]

The Umbrella Academy, Ep. 2x01 – Right Back Where We Started

Okay, now this seems interesting.  While I did like the first season, I wasn’t really overwhelmed with it.  But this episode seemed more….what I was expecting from what I had heard about this show.  I’m looking forward to the explanation of everything that’s happening.  That being said, this post will be pretty short (at least for me) as this episode really was just about establishing where the characters are.  

Well, Five managed to save his siblings from the Apocalypse.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to keep all of them together and, while all seven of them land on the same street, the do so during different times between 1960-1963. Five lands in 1963 and immediately realizes that something is wrong as the Soviet Union has invaded.  Then, he sees his siblings fighting the solders (which is an awesome scene).  Suddenly, an older Hazel appears and teleports Five back in time 10 days. Hazel is helping Five at the request of Agnes (who apparently has died at this point).  Hazel is giving Five a chance to find his siblings and keep history on track.  Which might be a problem due to the  three siblings (clones?) that just stepped off the bus and started shooting at Five.  Five escapes, but Hazel doesn’t and dies.  

Five is able, long story short, to track down Diego thanks to a man who witnessed all of them arriving in the street over the years.  Diego has been institutionalized because he was trying to warn people about JFK’s pending assassination.  Five tries to get Diego to see reason; that they can’t change this past as it seems to lead to the end of the world.  However, as obsessed as Diego is about stopping the assassination, Five decides to leave him in the asylum for now.  Later in the episode, Diego will escape the asylum with a woman named Lila  Also, the men who were shooting at Five come to the asylum and seem to be targeting Diego.

Meanwhile, Ben and Klaus have been living in San Francisco.  Also, apparently Klaus has started some sort of cult.  But now, they’re heading back to Dallas.  Klaus steals a truck and is arrested.

Vanya, who was hit by a car after she landed in Dallas, has no memory of who she is.  She’s currently living with the woman who hit her, Sissy, as a nanny to Sissy’s son.   Hal, Sissy’s husband, also lives there; but the marriage seems…I wouldn’t say bad but clearly not great either.  

Allison’s voice has healed and she’s married to a Civil Rights activist.  She owns a hair salon and, sometimes, they use the business for meetings. Of course, the white property owner across the street doesn’t like that.  And, yes, he’s very much going to be trouble.  

As for Luther, he’s working for (of all things) Jack Ruby as a bodyguard.  Five manages to catch up to Luther, but the past year has clearly been hard.  Five says that they need to save the world again, but Luther makes it clear he doesn’t give a shit (and, to be fair, their last world saving adventure couldn’t possibly have gone any worse).

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #number five #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Run Boy Run (2/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Warnings: violence, substances (cigarettes, alcohol), Five's weird relationship with Delores

Word count: 3582

"I survived on scraps. Canned food, cockroaches, anything I could find. You know that rumour that Twinkies have an endless shelf life? Well, it's total bullshit.", Five explained to Vanya while sipping his coffee.

It was way past midnight but neither cared. This was way too important.

"I can't even imagine.", Vanya admitted.

Five chuckled dryly: "You do whatever it takes to survive, or you die. So we adapted. Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to. overcome it."

"We?"

Five smiled and looked down: "You got anything stronger?" He held his cup up. 

Vanya poured them glasses full of cheap whiskey. Five immediately drowned half of it. Upon seeing Vanya's disturbed look he scoffed: "You think I'm crazy."

"No, it's, it's just that... it's a lot to take in.", Vanya stammered.

"Exactly what don't you understand?", Five asked annoyed.

"Why didn't you just time travel back?", the question slipped out before Vanya could think about it properly. 

"Gee, wish I'd thought of that. Time travel is a crapshoot. I went into the ice and never acorn-ed. You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family?", Five scoffed.

"If you grew old there, you know in the apocalypse, how come you still look like a kid?"

"I told you already. I must have got the equations wrong.", Five angrily poured himself even more whiskey. 

"I mean dad always used to say that time travel could mess up your mind. Well, maybe that's what's happening?", Vanya asked.

Five aggressively put down his glass: "This was a mistake. You're too young, too naive to understand."

Vanya tried to hold him back while he grabbed his jacket and made his way to the door. "Five wait! I haven't seen you in a long time, and I don't want to lose you again. That's all. And you know what, it's getting late. I have lessons early and I need to sleep and I'm sure you do too. Here." Vanya fixed blankets on the couch. Five's gaze softened.

"We'll talk in the morning, okay?", she asked.

"Okay."

As soon as Vanya disappeared in her room Five pulled out a dirty bundle. He unwrapped it and began investigating the object. The prosthetic eye he was holding had an inscription of the manufacturer and serial number. Five knew what he had to do. He silently left Vanya's apartment without saying goodbye.

In the darkness, a car pulled up to the shabby motel. Exiting the taxi two figures in custom made, elegant dark blue suits made their way inside. They picked up their room key and package addressed to "Cha-Cha and Hazel", then disappeared in their room. 

Diego left the Doughnut shop through the backdoor as soon as he heard Eudora was there. Unfortunately, he walked right into her arms. "Shit, hang on. Let me just...", he didn't get to finish his sentence as she pulled up a tranquilliser and simply tasered him, completely knocking him out. 

"You don't talk to my witnesses, understand?", she lectured him as soon as he regained consciousness. 

"Let me catch you up to speed, Eudora."

"Don't call me that."

"Right, Detective Patch. What, are we keeping things professional?"

"I don't know if we ever agreed on things."

"We agreed on some things."

Eudora began going through Diego's pockets. "Did we really, though?", she asked not looking up.

Diego looked at her from behind lazy eyes with a nasty smirk on his face which he knew could do wonders. Eudora pulled out a walkie from his coat: "I'm confiscating this."

"Military surplus, practically giving it away.", Diego explained.

"And this.", Eudora waved a fake police badge in front of him. "No skin, super cheap. Bought it on eBay."

Eudora pulled out his black eye mask: "That you can keep."  "You used to like that.", he smiled at her disappointed. "Not anymore."

She grabbed his arm and led him away to the police car. "By the way, this might look like a botched robbery, but my gut's telling me there's something else going on here.", Diego said while he was being pushed into the police car. "You're not police, Diego, remember? You show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can't. Not anymore." Diego tried to protest but Eudora walked away mumbling something about the Lord testing her. In the background Hazel and Cha-Cha were observing the crime scene. 

Five had decided to find out to whom the eye belonged. He was now at Maritech Prostetics with the eye, ready to fight anyone necessary to find the owner. 

"Can I help you?", a doctor asked.

"I need to know who this belongs to.", Five showed the eye he was holding. 

"Where did you get that?"

"What do you care?", Five asked back, harsher than necessary. "I found it. At a playground actually. Must have just... popped out. I wanna return it to its rightful owner."

"What a thoughtful young man.", the lady behind the desk commented.

Five looked at her disgusted: "Yeah, look up the name for me, will ya?"

"I'm sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential. That means I can't tell you...", the doctor. began explaining. 

"Yeah, I know what it means."

"I tell you what I can do. I can take that and give it to its rightful owner. I am sure they will be very grateful so if I can just..."

"Yeah, you're not touching this eye."

"Now you listen here, young man...", the doctor began but before he could finish the sentence Five grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to his level. 

"No! You listen to me, asshole. I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend, so just give me the information I need and I'll be on my merry way. And if you call me Young Man one more time I'll put your head through that damn. wall.", Five threatened. The doctor shot a nervous look to the lady at the desk.

"I'm calling security."

Five sighed heavily but let the doctor go and left the building.  

Vanya went back to the Umbrella Academy to look for Five. She had woken up and had found him gone and was now worrying very much. She walked up the stairs until she reached his room. "Oh thank God. I was worried sick about you.", she sighed in relief when she found him looking out the window. 

​​​​​​​"Sorry I left with our saying goodbye.", Five apologised.

"No, look. I'm the one that should be sorry. I was dismissive and I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't to be honest.", Vanya said.

"Maybe you were right to be dismissive. Maybe it wasn't real after all. It felt real. Well, like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind. I think I'm gonna get some rest. It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep.", Five explained.

"Okay. Sleep well.", Vanya wished and left the academy. 

As soon as she was out of hearing range Klaus emerged from the wardrobe. "That's so touching! All that stuff about dad and family and time. Wow!", he exclaimed. 

"Come on, Klaus. We've got a job to do.", Five sighed.

​​​​​​​"Yeah whatever. As long as I get paid."

"You'll get your cut after the job, now come on let's go."

​​​​​​​"Wait, we have to get our story straight."

"Our story?"

"Yes, like was I the 16 year old, terribly misguided, hot dad?

"Sure."

"And your mother, that slut, she ran away. Left us to rot. Oh, and we met at a party. Her personality was mid but the sex was amazing!"

"What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain. Now come on."

"Hey! Behave yourself or I'll put you in air jail!"

While walking down Vanya overheard Allison talk on the phone with Patrick about their daughter. Allison angrily slammed the phone down. It was obvious it didn't go the way she planned. 

"Are you okay?", she asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I've never met your ex-husband but he sounds like an asshole."

Allison scoffed: "That's one way to put it."

"You're probably better off here."

"No, I'm probably better off with my daughter. And you know, if I wanted advice, Vanya, no offence but it wouldn't be from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't have a child. You don't know what it's like to love someone like this. Like, when you're apart from her you can't breathe. Like you would die - and I mean actually die - to know that she's okay and happy. You separate yourself from everyone and everything, you always have."

"Because dad made me.", Vanya silently admitted, sorrow in her eyes.

"Did dad make you write that book about us too? You're an adult now, Vanya.You don't get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.", Allison said and walked up to her room.

Klaus and Five were sitting in the office of Maritech Prostetics. "Without the client's consent I simply can't help you.", the doctor explained again. Five was pacing around the office annoyed: "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name."

"That's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so...", the doctor shrugged.

"And what about my consent?", Klaus suddenly asked. Five looked at him confused. 

"Excuse me?"

Klaus slowly stood up: "Who gave you permission to lay your hands on my son?"

"What? I didn't touch your son."

"Oh really? Well how did he get that swollen lip, then?"

"He doesn't have a swollen -", the doctor was cut off by Klaus punching Five with full force in the face.

"I want it. Name, please. Now.", he said a feral look glistening in his eyes. Five looked at him offended and confused but didn't say anything. A faint trail of blood trickled from his lip.

"You're crazy.", the doctor stuttered out.

Klaus just chuckled: "You've got no idea. Oh. What's that? 'Peace on Earth'? That's so sweet.", Klaus took the doctor's snow globe and smashed it on his head. Five looked at him in confused disgust while the doctor began to panic.

He grabbed the phone to call security but before he could answer Klaus grabbed the phone: "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office, and we need security, schnell!" Klaus slammed the phone into the desk.

"Here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's Lance...", the doctor murmured.

"In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder 'what the hell happened'? And we're gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us.", Klaus pitched his voice ridiculously high imitating a crying sound. Five stood behind him proudly looking at him. 

"Jesus you are a real sick bastard.", the doctor whispered.

Klaus shot him a feral grin and spit out a shard of glass from the snow globe: "Thank you."

"It hasn't been manufactured yet! Well, this is not good.", Five was pacing around in front of the company building. It turned out that an eye with this serial number didn't exist yet. This had complicated things immensely. 

"I was pretty good, though, right?", Klaus asked and giggled happily.

"Klaus, it doesn't matter."

"Number Five Hargreeves!", Nailah's voice echoed through the walls as she shouted angrily and left the building coming directly towards Five and Klaus.

"Oh shit, we made it angry.", Klaus squeaked hiding behind Five.

"Nailah? What happened?", Five asked putting his hands up to signal defeat. Nialah approached him, her usually green eyes glistening now red.

"Easy there, Firecracker! Use your words.", Five tried again but instead he got punched in the face. He groaned as his head flew to the side.

"Feeling better now?", he asked massaging his jaw. As a response Nailah only slapped him across the face letting his head fly to the other side.

"I do now.", she said shooting another angry glance at Klaus who only ducked even more behind Five.

​​​​​​​"Would you like to tell us what happened that caused you this much aggression towards us?", Five asked again, feeling another bruise forming on his lips already.

​​​​​​​"I just got fired from probably the most comfortable job I've ever had because my idiot brothers thought it would be a great idea to walk in there and beat up my boss.", Nailah said crossing her arms. The fire has receded from her eyes but she still emitted heat.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We needed to find information on this eye.", Five said showing Nailah the eye. Nailah scoffed at the ignorance but didn't say anything.

"What's the big deal with this eye, anyways?", Klaus asked.

"There is someone who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're gonna bring the end of life on earth as we know it."

"Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks like now, or what?", Klaus asked two which Five only scoffed. "You're 20 bucks?"

"Yeah, my 20 bucks."

"The apocalypse is coming and all you can think about is getting high?", Five asked in disbelief.

"Wait what? The apocalypse?", Nailah asked confused.

"Well I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumblin. Grrr", Klaus admitted making a grumbling noise.

"You're useless.", Five scoffed.

​​​​​​​"Five, you better start talking about the apocalypse right now or I swear to god I will kill you this second.", Nailah warned.

"Yeah, I would listen to what the lady has to say. We wouldn't want to anger it again.", Klaus said, comparing Nailah's angry state to a monster. Nailah shot him a dark gaze to which Klaus only blew her a kiss. 

Five sighed and gave Nailah the short version of his story. All three of them sat down on the stairs. Nailah pulled out a pack of cigarettes and ignored Klaus' begging and Five's disapproving look. 

​​​​​​​"Hey, you know, I've just now realised why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!", Klaus exclaimed to which Nailah shot him an sceptical glance: "Really? That's the explanation you've come up with? He's horny? It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he's pretty much a senior citizen?"

Klaus just ignored her: "I mean, all those years by yourself. It's gotta screw with your head being alone."

"I wasn't alone.", Five silently admitted.

Nailah raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Pray tell."

"Her name was Delores. We were together for over 30 years.", Five said.

"30 years? Oh, wow! God, the longest I've been with someone was... 3 weeks. And even that's only because I needed a place to stay.", Klaus chuckled and began rambling on about some dish his roommate/lover used to make that was delicious.

Nailah sighed and went back into the building to collect her stuff while Five blitzed away into a taxi only to wink viciously at Klaus as he drove by. Nailah chuckled at the sight. 

Deep into the evening Five decided to visit the Gimbel Brothers' mall. It was the place where he had met Delores and he wanted to know if she was still there. Five quickly found who he was looking for. "Delores.", he sighed at her sight. She was gorgeous. Beautiful fair plastic skin, hair of deepest red and eyes of lightest blue. Five was mesmerised just as he had been the first time he had seen her. "It's good to see you. I've missed you... obviously. Well, I... it's been a rough couple of days.", Five began.

He wanted to keep telling her things but out of nowhere two masked creatures in tight dark blue suits with guns emerged.  They began shooting in Five's direction hitting Delores in the process: "No!", shouted Five but his beloved had been hit. Five immediately took cover and crawled to were Delores' head and torso were lying. "Shit. It's them.", he mumbled to himself. 

"I'll be right back for you.", he whispered softly to Delores right after ensuring her safety. He ran along the clothing stands blitzing occasionally to avoid being hit by bullets. Suddenly he came across the woman. Before she could shoot him, she was kicked from behind landing painfully on her stomach and her gun sliding away. Five looked at his saviour. "Nailah?", he recognised her fiery eyes in the dark.

Nailah didn't waste any time: "Come on you moron. Let's go!" She pushed him forward now both of them running away from the gunned maniacs. ​​​​​​​"How'd you know I was here?", Five asked panting and running. "I was spying on you.", Nailah admitted shamelessly. 

They stopped at a selection of knifes, both grabbing one. At the next opportunity Five blitzed and Nailah slid each towards one attacker. Five slashed the woman's shoulder and Nailah the man's thigh. Blitzing and running they met again at the spot where Delores was waiting for Five. 

"I got you.", he whispered.

"What the fuck."

"That's Delores.", he explained looking for a way out.

"What? A mannequin?"

Five shot her a warning look and Nailah kept the rest of her comments to herself. 

At that moment the duo started shooting again. Five, Delores and Nailah started running again.  

​​​​​​​"Why aren't you using your power?", Five asked angrily.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

​​​​​​​"I've spend too much time in the pod, I need to reload and it takes time."

"Isn't it feeling-intuitive?"

​​​​​​​"Only in life threatening situations."

"And this isn't life threatening?!"

​​​​​​​"Not life threatening enough."

​​​​​​​"Oh, really? You have preferences?"

"Oh you're one to talk. A mannequin? Really, Five?

They nearly escaped when they found themselves with their attackers in front of them. "Shit.", Five cursed when he tried to blitz all of them away but failed.

Luckily police sirens cars distracted the attackers for a moment long enough for Nailah and Five to take cover. The attackers assumed they had blitzed away and left the mall.

"Your power isn't working either.", Nailah hissed angrily, sweat running down her temples.

​​​​​​​"At least I can actually use my powers."

​​​​​​​"At least I don't sleep with a mannequin."

"At least I have someone to sleep with."

"At least I'm not stuck in my 13-year old body again."

"Too far, Nailah, too far."

"At least I can admit defeat. Come on let's get out of here.", Nailah pulled herself up and then helped Five to his feet. Walking back to. the Academy Nailah couldn't help but throw confused and disgusted looks at Delores which Five decided to ignore. 

Luther wanted to go back to bed but stumbled upon Allison on his way there. ​​​​​​​"What are you doing here? I thought you were gone.", he asked surprised. 

"I was gonna go but then Pogo showed me this...", Allison began.

"Well, listen. I was wrong about dad's death.", Luther admitted.

"What?"

"Yeah, I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just ... I should be the one to bring us back together not tear us apart."

"Would you shut up?", Allison interrupted him.

"Huh?"

​​​​​​​"You were right. About dad. Come on, I gotta show you something.", she said and they both made their way to the tape room.  

On their way there they stumbled upon five who was all bloody and sweaty and carrying a duffle bag.

"Five? What the hell happened to you?", Allison asked.

"Are you okay? Can we help?", Luther asked, reaching out his arm. 

Five caught him by the wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "There's nothing any of you can do.", he said in an empty voice.

"Alright, Five, let's go.", Nailah came along climbing up the stairs in a similar state as Five, holing a liquor bottle.

​​​​​​​"What the hell happened?", Luther asked.

"Oh you know the usual. A bit of this, a bit of that. A bit of arson, a bit of murder, a bit of theft. The usual.", Nailah nonchalantly said taking a large sip from the bottle. 

Luther and Allison looked at her weirdly and then at Five who was still looking into empty space. Nailah shot them a sweet smile.

"Okay. Have fun you two?", Luther suggested.

"Thanks. Have a good night!", Nailah wished cheerfully and she and Five went up to their rooms.

Luther and Allison exchanged confused glances but silently decided to just accept this occurrence and move on. After all, besides Klaus, Five and Nailah were the weirdest of the siblings.

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Not As It Seems - Chapter 2

David Agrawal had always been a free spirit, despite the rigid and stead-fast nature of his culture, of his family's culture. Growing up in a household where he constantly performed with one-hundred-and-ten-percent effort and drive, the easy-going, curious child that loved superheroes and video games and lazing around on weekends watching and sketching cartoons had very little time to be. That was one perk of moving out early, of taking the chance to go to college as soon as possible. 

In hindsight, that was a choice that wasn't really too terribly smart. He ended up drinking (Haram) and sleeping around (Haram) and getting a girl pregnant out of wedlock (also Haram). But a few years in the military had straightened him out, and he liked being a dad. Now he was working for a tech company in London, having moved away once again from Essex and family and rigidity now that he and Nora were officially split to try and find his own path. 

And maybe finally let that sweet, curious boy out to play. 

David swung into the pub with a grin, reaching for a menu when offered and sauntering to his usual table; a booth on the right side of the pub. "Ivanka! Love, it's so good to see you." 

The dark haired, gray-eyed woman smiled at him warmly, shaking her head fondly as she walked over to his table. "Hello, David." Her accent was thick, some flavor of Eastern European that she had never quite specified. "You always see me, what is so lovely this time?"

David chuckled, taking off his jacket with a shrug. "I just adore your witty remarks and stern stare, Vanya. What can I say?"

The waitress huffed a gruff laugh, pulling a pen and notepad out from her apron. "The usual, then, Mr. Smiles?"

"You know it," David leaned forward, handing her the useless menu back to her. As she walked away, he grinned.

He knew very very little about Ivanka Popov beyond that she was a kind soul behind her rough, cold exterior. She kept to herself, and had only let David in recently after months of him garnering trust through persistent jokes and tomfoolery. Sometimes he would catch her cooing at children as he sat in the pub, working on some code or another. Or sneaking food to the front of the store to give to one of the homeless. Acts of kindness and empathy that were never mentioned, never acknowledged, even if you asked. She was a warm woman, that was clear, but David wondered if anyone took care of her.

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After a healthy and hearty helping of potato mash and beef stew, David leaned himself back against the booth, eyeing Ivanka, who had joined him now that her shift was over. She chewed on her lip absently, lost in thought as she watched passers-by through the window. 

"So, Vanya. Have a good weekend?" David watched as the woman's eyes found his again. She was older than him, with gray streaks in her dark, wavy hair and wrinkles nestled next to her eyes. She reminded him of his mother somewhat, with the stern eyes and the strong, capable hands that cared for everyone she cared for with no hesitance. 

"It was fine. I... did some more reading. Nicolai is sick again, but between taking care of him I had some time to finish a couple chapters of that silly book Sally gave me." 

"Nicky is sick again? Poor little lad can't catch a break." David had never met Ivanka's son, but he had heard a lot about the boy. He was very ill very often, and needed quite a lot of supervision from Sally-- the caretaker Ivanka hired to look after him while she was at work. To his understanding, it was some chronic illness, but it felt like Ivanka intentionally kept the details from him. 

"He will be alright. Sally is a good friend." Ivanka smiled, exhausted. David didn't really know how she managed to keep everything together all the time.

"Go on home to him, Vanya. I can walk myself home. I'm a big boy, you know." 

Ivanka chuckled, and David couldn't help but grin. God, it was so good to see her smile. "Yes, I suppose it is late for an old broad like me to be around." She stood, pulling her coat over her shoulders and picking up her purse. "Have a good night, David. It is always good to see you."

David waved her off. "Don't get all mushy with me, mate. Tell your boy hello for me."

"Alright."

David watched as she took a few boxes of leftover dinners off the counter by the register and pushed the door open with her hip, shivering slightly as the crisp autumn air enveloped her.

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Finished Umbrella Academy Season 3 and I maybe going against the grain….

but I think Reginald wasn’t the bad guy through tout the season and was doing what he thought best knowing he’d fix it in the end.

Allison on the other hand, she was def the bad guy until they reached the end and technically may have been still.

Here’s why, I have a feeling Reginald knew what was going to happen on the original time line.

He specifically said to Luther that you get people together for either a wedding, or a funeral.

We started season one with Reginald’s funeral to bring the Umbrellas together, ending up finding out about Vanya’s powers and 5 coming home to them.

Seeing as 5 is the one that created the Commission, he very well could have jumped back in time to inform Reginald in the original time line of the events he went through up to a point.

We see 5 noticing everything that happened and changed to create the 5 of the Commission, but as we know altering time lines is a thing that doesn’t effect the Commission, but the rest of the world.

It’s very likely that 5 made it through to the end of the world number 3, but didn’t win and ended up creating the Commission to then perfect the timeline to create a route that then ends with the results we get at the end of the season.

Since season one it’s always been the Commissions job to allow the end of the world, but they never knew which one.

Old 5 tells young 5 to not save the world, something they’ve been doing that’s lead to the that point they needed to reach the machine in Oblivion.

He knew he was smart enough to get what he meant eventually and left the clues needed.

The question is if he knew Reginald was trying to rewrite the world so they were all happy or not?

Seeing as old 5 never warns about Reginald this leads me to believe he knew what he was trying to do and trusted him to do it. He had set it up to end up at that right point.

What leads me to believe Reginald wasn’t a villain since the start is he’s not very good at expressing things like a normal human would.

He gives effort and trains the children so they won’t die upon fighting the guards.

He gave the Umbrellas a mother figure and Pogo became more of a father figure when he was unable to do it right.

He was a shitty dad, but he was trying to make them the best to survive and correct things in the end.

Why do I think he plan Ed a happy ending for everyone?

Hew knew upon restart everyone would be fine and alive, we see that at the end. While and alive.

Allison only presses the button to finalize the entertainment Reginald made. At least that’s what it appears to be.

Reginald never full explains anything as he wants everyone focused and then explains how hints after. Upon Allison killing him he never got the chance.

Out of all the deaths, Allison did so for no reason then revenge. She assaulted others as well. Forcing Luther against his will.

She may have changed at the end, but until that point she was more the villain of the story.

Reginald on the other hand apologies to Luther for his actions and most likely knew he’d be brought back after.

Reginald even is surprised to see Klaus even though he knew he was immortal and trained him to come back quicker and learn his powers fully.

He even points out he thought Klaus would be happier dead and Klaus agreed, but he wanted to help anyway.

Why would Reginald have done all that training unless he knew it would lead to a outcome in favor of saving the universe?

Reginald is bad at being a human or a human parent, but he did his job to reset everything and give the ending he thought was best for everyone in the end.

He plans ahead and 5 has been the only one close to catching on to anything and everything the man says and does.

Well have to see.

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