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mikasimaginairyworld · 11 months

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - The Swedish Job (13/30)

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warnings: blood, burning, guns, violence

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Nailah and Five hauled Diego up the stairs and placed him on Elliott's bed. Lila stood in the doorframe, first-aid kit ready in hands.

"Why are you not carrying him?", Five asked annoyed.

Nailah threw him a venomous glance: "I am he's just twice as heavy as you!"

"Okay you two. Out. I'm gonna take care of him and now and you two can either get some sleep or not. Just don't talk to each other when I'm near. I need to concentrate.", Lila ushered both out of the room.

"I'm gonna change.", Nailah muttered and grabbed her bag to disappear.

"Good, 'cause you look really bad.", Five hissed at her.

"Fuck you, Five."

"Right, back at you, Firecracker.", Five smiled.

Nailah shot a rather big ball of fire towards his head which Five barely evaded by ducking. The ball left a black burn-mark on Elliott's wall.

"Hey! What did I just say? No talking when I can hear you!", Lila shouted from the bedroom.

Nailah disappeared in the bathroom and Five began playing with Elliott's equipment, modifying its sensibility for sound waves.

After cleaning the wound Lila pinched it with tweezers and burned the flesh to close it up. The pain went soaring through Diego's body and he opened his eyes screaming in agony.

"Shh, don't move. This thing is very finicky.", Lila instructed.

"What happened?", Diego asked heavily panting.

"Dad nearly killed you.", Nailah said walking into the room with a red silk cap over her curls.

"And I just saved your stupid life. That's twice now, by the way. A little gratitude would be appropriate.", Lila added.

"Where are my clothes? What the hell happened to my clothes?", Diego began moving frantically on the sofa as soon as he realised he was naked besides the towel coverings crotch.

"I said, don't move!", Lila scolded him and pressed the hot gun against his wound again. Diego fell back limp in pain.

"There, that's better."

"Oh, he isn't dead.", Five stated leaning on the door frame.

Nailah plopped down on the carpet with a book. on conspiracies she had found in the cabinet and eyed Five, clearly holding back a. comment on his living state.

"Disappointed?", Lila asked.

"To see you? Always.", Five smiled fakely and grabbed a tissue soaked in alcohol.

"So much hostility in such a young boy.", Lila sighed.

"It would be in a tiny package if it wasn't for me.", Nailah added not looking up from the book.

"Did you cut yourself shaving?", Lila asked seeing Five press the tissue on the scratches on his neck. "I could teach you to shave like a big boy."

Nailah chuckled glancing up from the book. "No, he just ran into an old family friend. It seems everyone has some hard feelings towards him that can only be calmed through violence.", she explained.

Five shot her a warning glance: "If it hadn't been for me your pretty face would now be in shreds, so I think a little thank you would be nice."

"My face would still be perfect just as it is now because I do not piss off everyone wherever I go."

"That may be because there is no one left wherever you go.", Five shot back, examining the blood on the tissue.

Nailah scoffed: "Don't you dare lecture me, Five. I will burn you alive."

Before either of them could say anything else or Lila could intervene, Elliott's snoring interrupted their train of thought.

"You didn't untie him?", Five asked surprised.

Lila shrugged: "Was I supposed to?"

Vanya was driving down the empty road. She was alone in the car but she wasn't scared. It wasn't the first time she had driven down that road after sundown.

The thing that was weird, however, was the milk truck that was parked in the middle of the road. A man in milk man attire was standing and waving at her to stop.

With a suspicious feeling spreading in her stomach, Vanya stopped the car.

The man approached her car and as soon as he saw her face he smiled. He put a hand behind his back and came even closer. Vanya's breathing quickened. Her head jerked to the side having seen two figure out of the corner of her eyes. Without hesitation she pressed the. gas pedal and drove away. The three men began shooting at her car, breaking the back window.

Vanya ducked and didn't pay attention to the road anymore which caused her to crash the car.

Panicked, she left the car and ran into a nearby cornfield hoping the tall plants would give her cover. The men didn't hesitate and soon followed her.

Panting Vanya stopped running, scared she would make too much noise and attract the men right to her. She heard a rustling nearby and began running again.

The men began surrounding her, shooting all of their ammunition at her. Crawling on the ground, Vanya tried to escape.

Gasping she came face to face with one of the attackers. He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger but instead of reaching Vanya the bullet was met by an invisible force that not only shattered it to pieces but send the attackers flying backwards. Vanya ran as fast and far as she could before she crouched down again listening if the shooters were still hunting her.

At Elliott's apartment the equipment had sensed a chance in sound waves. The alarm woke Nailah up and both her and Five asked Elliott where the signal was coming from. Nailah went to get dressed while Five didn't wait for her and just blitzed to the car and drove to the sight.

At sunrise Vanya was still squatting in the corn field, her heart racing just as fast as a few hour prior.

"Hi, Vanya.", Five appeared greeting her nonchalantly. Vanya looked at him confused.

"Who are you?", she asked.

"I'm your brother."

"I have a brother?"

"Look, you can either stay here and wait for the IKEA mafia to come back and kill you or you can come with me.", Five announced walking back to the car.

"Why are they trying to kill me?", Vanya asked following him.

"'Cause you're not supposed to be here, Vanya."

"In Dallas?"

"No, here in 1963."

Vanya and Five came across a perfectly round explosion site within the corn field.

Five hummed: "Pretty wild, huh? It's good to see your powers are still intact. Let's go."

Five and Vanya went in the car and drove to the nearest diner and Five explained how the world was ending again in 8 days. However, he left out the fact that Vanya was the cause for the old one.

Nailah didn't expect Five to wait for her so now she was driving in a stolen car alone towards where the sound wave had originated. She came across a huge circle full of blown away corn plants.

The impact of the blast screamed of Vanya.

Nailah went back to the road and retraced the car that was stuck on the side of the road. Not far from it an incredible amount of empty bullets were scattered around. Nailah picked up one and pushed in into the pocket of her jeans. She examined the road and spotted tire marks leading towards the highway stop not far from there.

Nailah quickly drove towards it. In the parking lot she examined all the cars but. only the milk truck fitted the tire constellation she had seen. Besides, in the truck doors were exiting bullet holes that fit the one she had taken with her.

Carefully Nailah went inside the bar. Besides the barkeeper only three men were sitting in the back, clearly recovering from something. They didn't seem badly wounded but definitely struck. One of them was wearing a blood-speckled milk-man outfit.

Slowly Nailah approached them. As soon as they spotted her, all of them stood up from the table. Nailah scanned them. She didn't see any weapons.

One of them pulled out a knife from his belt.

"I wouldn't have done that.", she warned.

Without leaving her any time to think all three attacked her at once. Nailah had never been this grateful for having worked as an assassin for this long than she was in that moment.

Swiftly she kicked one in the stomach and using the swing she immediately send the other one flying backwards. The third one, with the knife, was trickier. Nailah ducked and evaded each stab he threw at her. She managed to land one single punch in the guy's side but to. her shock he only groaned not buckling even a slightest bit.

"Shit.", she panted.

The first man pulled on her ponytail, clearly trying to provide the third one with a clean route to stab her to death. He pinned her arms behind her but as the third one raised his arm for a stab, Nailah used his body to climb upwards and flip on the other side, pulling the first man, who was holding her, with her. She slammed his body into the floor using the impact she had from the flip. When he still didn't let go of her arms she send a fire wave through her hands. The man let her go hissing at the burns on his arms.

The second and the first man were now both standing with their knives pointed at her. Nailah looked from one to the other painting heavily. The second attacked. Nailah dodged it kicking him in the stomach. The first one immediately followed. Nailah twisted his arm and used the dagger to slash his side open, blood spilling all over her shirt. The second and the third now attacked her simultaneously forcing her to drop the knife and the man and block their attacks.

Nailah was clearly exhausted and when the second man managed to land a deep cut on her thigh she knew there was no use to keep fighting. They were too many, too strong and definitely too skilled. She had to end them. She kicked the third one again in the stomach and tried to concentrate to summon her powers in a final blow. However, the men were too fast. She had to keep her concentration on their attacks.

Nailah cursed again. She managed to twist her body and slash the second man in the back. The blood sputtered in her face. She saw the opportunity and threw a weak spark towards the coat of the first man. The coat caught a small fire and during the second all of them tried to extinguish it Nailah ran to the door and towards her car.

She didn't look back as she drove away only hoping the men didn't follow her.

Diego woke up grunting heavily. The wound was hurting like hell but Diego was determined to find his father and make him pay.

"You hungry?", Lila asked. "Elliott's made moldy tuna."

"It's a tuna mold!", Elliott corrected from the kitchen.

"I'll pass. Where's my shirt?", Diego scoffed.

Lila eyed him amused: "Where do you think you're going?"

"This is all connected to JFK and my dad's in the middle of it. That's why he attacked me last night. 'Cause he knows that I'm actually. getting closer to-", Diego was interrupted by his own painful scream as Lila poked his wound with a broomstick. He fell back down on the bed groaning.

"Yeah, you're in such a fit state to fight. You should probably go right now.", Lila said sarcastically.

"What is wrong with you?", Diego asked from the bed.

Lila scoffed: "You almost got killed last night. Take a day off."

Lila laid down next to Diego. "I can't believe I got shanked by my own brother.", he admitted.

"I know. So rude. Hey, if it's any consolation he probably didn't know you were his son when he shanked you."

"Still... he cheap shotted me. Man to man that son of a bitch wouldn't stand a chance."

"Of course he wouldn't.", Lila began making circles around Diego's wound.

A comfortable silence fell over them as Lila stared at the ceiling.

"Hey, when your sister and Five rough you here I thought you were dead. That's how I found my parents. Facedown in the living room. It was a home invasion.", Lila confessed.

"Shit. How old were you?", Diego asked.

"Four."

"You never talked about that in group."

Lila finally looked at Diego: "I never talked about that with anyone."

"If you wanna stay longer... for a bit... I guess that's okay.", Diego whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Lila sat up: "Is it okay that I don't hate you like I hate most people?"

Diego laughed lightly: "Yeah. Yeah, that's okay by me."

Diego leaned forward and connected their lips. But before he could actually savour the feeling of Lila's lips agains his she pulled back and slapped him in the face.

"Jesus!", Diego cried holding his cheek.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?", Lila asked.

"I don't understand you!", he shouted at her leaning back on the bed.

Lila crooked her head but aggressively leaned forward to kiss him again. She draped a leg over his waist. Diego winced.

"Too much?", Lila asked.

"Just... be gentle.", Diego smiled at her.

Lila scoffed with a grin: "Never." The she began kissing him again.

Luther was distracted. He was in a fight but he was absolutely distracted. He took a punch to the face, then another one.

Five and Vanya entered the fighting audience looking for Luther.

Luther ruffed his shoulders and hit his opponent in the side.

Luther suddenly zoned out. I'm looking for Allison Hargreeves. You mean Allison Chestnut - my wife.

He saw the face of that man in front of him. Disappointment, anger and most of all hopelessness washed over him once again.

The opponent managed to land a hit but Luther didn't bulge.

Slowly, he came back to reality.

The opponent landed another hit in the jaw but again, Luther's head only flew slightly to the side.

The fighter looked at Luther in anger and confusion.

"Look, he's pummelling him.", Vanya told Five.

"Hit me again.", Luther said to his opponent.

"What are you doing?", Five whispered.

The opponent growled and threw Luther against a wall.

"Why isn't he fighting back?", Five asked in panic.

The opponent wasted no time to beat the absolute shit out of Luther. And Luther let him. Panting and grunting he took every single hit.

"Hit me again.", Luther panted, this time louder.

The opponent happily obliged.

"Again! Hit me!", Luther was now screaming.

And again, the opponent threw his best punch but it wasn't enough for Luther.

He kept screaming to punch him again.

"Luther, are you crazy? Just hit him!", Five shouted leaning over the railing.

"Hit me. I wanna feel pain. I wanna feel all the pain.", Luther admitted silently as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Give me everything you've got!", he shouted.

Th opponent took a huge swing and crashed his fist with Luther's jaw. The giant fell on the floor and stayed there. He just ket staring at the full moon in the night sky.

Mr. Ruby shook his head in disappointment.

Nailah was racing down the road, happy the three blond guys weren't following her. Still, she could never be too sure. She had taken way too many long routes and was now finally ready to head back.

Cruising through the city she heard police sirens and screams. Nailah slowed the car.

Even though she knew that of any of the police officers saw a girl covered in blood driving, let alone a dark sinned girl, it wouldn't look great for her.

Still, curiosity got the best of her. She stopped the car and peeked outside.

Suddenly two figures bumped violently against her car. One opened the backdoor and pushed the other inside.

"Miss, please drive!", a very familiar voice urged. "Drive!", it commanded and out of instinct Nailah listened.

"Where to?"

The voice gave the address and began consoling the woman next to it. Nailah dared to peak back.

She stopped the car abruptly.

"Klaus? Allison?", she turned around.

Klaus looked at her confused.

"Nailah?", he asked. "Is that blood?"

"Long story. Are you guys okay?", Nailah began driving again.

Allison didn't seem to even realise that she was in the car with her sister so Nailah let her be.

At the address, which turned out to be a huge mansion, Nailah dropped off Klaus and Allison.

"You need my help in there?", she asked Klaus.

"You can sleep here if you want but I think I've got her."

"Okay good. I kind have some of my own stuff to deal with right now.", Nailah admitted.

Klaus eyed her from head to toe: "I can see that. But hey, at least you can make it look sexy. Blood is really your color. Brings out your eyes."

Nailah chuckled: "It was good to see you, Klaus."

"You too, Nai. Don't die, please. I would still like to catch up!", he shouted after her as she drove back to Elliott's.

Lila opened her eyes feeling Diego's strong arm around her. She silently slipped away from him and left Elliott's place without waking anyone.

She was walking down the street as many police cars were passing. She turned right towards the pet store. In there she waited for the clientele to leave before she dipped her hand into the fishtank.

The decorative treasure box contained a key to room 217.

Lila went to the hotel and opened the green door. She took a deep breath. She was so late.

Her red boots clacked on the floor.

"I'm late, I know.", Lila said in an apologetic voice entering the hotel room.

"All kind of crazy going on outside.", she continued and walked towards the bed.

"Hey, can I order room service? I'm starving.", she asked letting herself fall on the bed.

The doors to the bathroom opened and no one other than The Handler entered the bedroom brushing her hair.

"Of course.", The Handler smiled at Lila. "You deserve it."

Lila smiled softly: "Thanks, mom."

Driving back to Elliott's Nailah saw a figure with red boots entering a pet shop.

Lila?

Nailah turned the car around and glanced inside the shop but only a young girl was to be seen inside.

Nailah shook her head. She was tired.

Sighing she now actually drove back but the thought of Lila. in that pet shop didn't quiet let her go.

-> Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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procrastination20 · 8 months

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This is a Five x OC fic I made about a year ago. I had plans to make this a book but I only wrote the first chapter. If you look at my old post about The Orchard Academy this is where it takes place.

If you read this cool! Feedback is always appreciated!

Enjoy! ❤️ - Mads

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With a flash of blue, fierce roar and a tumble, Harriette finds herself in a familiar place. Too familiar. So familar in fact that being away for nearly Forty Five years she could still remember the distinct smell of apple wood and sweet grass of the place she once called home.

The Orchard

Hitting the ground with a thump and a groan, she stands in stupor and uneasy alarm. This wasn't the plan, not at all. Where is the court yard? The old statue of Number Six? Where was her Husband? Something is not right.

"Five."

The question ran meek. Small and unfathomable.

"Five!?" She rang again. Shouting.

No response.

Stomping the ground in pathetic burst of anger and frustration she is livid. Hungry and Alone. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Shit" she said in a whisper.

Knowing the area fairly well she makes her way to the building at the end of the expansive rows of Lodi's. She reaches for an apple, stumbling as she does so. Twisting it at it's stem and yanking in a downward motion, the same way her mother had taught her.

With smalls strides and a scowl on her features she makes her way to the large structure in the distance, thoroughly enjoying the apple. The taste of home.

The building was rather large. Big enough to very comfortably house two to three large families. Recent inhabitants of this house for the past thirty years or so only consistent of eleven people total, making very comfortable living spaces for all them.

The courtyard she had entered consisted of a few things. An old fountain with an intricate design of a apple tree as it's center peice, some rose bushes that were in dire need of a trim and concrete benches sitting at their respectful places. Must not we forget the marvelous statue of Mistress Fiona McClancy II standing oh so methodically right in the middle of the courtyard. Pieces of it had begun to chip, the left pinky had begun to tear away.

It's glory days had forgotten it and took the shimmer it once had. Harriette could remember the times where she and her siblings would come down at the crack of dawn just to see the sunrise climbing over the tops of the Apple trees. The courtyard held a magnificent view.

Walking through the place of a time long forgotten she makes her way to the French doors that lead into the foyer. The kitchenette on the side looked the same from when she last saw it. Nothing had changed. Rounding the corner into the main part of the house held a grand staircase leading to the first, second, and third floor of the house. The old banister of the balcony floors also had a grey hue, seemingly from the dust.

Slow strides to the grand staircase taking her time. A creak sounding from above makes her stop in her tracks. Alarmed by the sudden noise, she stops. All of her limbs have succomed to the freezing unerve the noise had brought.

"KeeYAAA!!!!!"

With a shout from her attacker and a wack from something hard, Harriette was knocked to the ground. Hitting her head on the hardwood floor.

Opening her eyes, she sees an old friend getting ready for another hit. Eyes blown wide, she dodged out of the way. Chuckling at the irony of the situation.

"Woah Woah Woah! Hold on! It's me!" The blonde said at a rapid pace.

"Who are you!? Why are you here!?" Cried out the old brown tabby tabaxi. Yellow eyes ready to kill, and ears pinned back in fury.

"It's nice to see you too Keva" Harriette said with sarcasm.

Keva pushed her glasses back on her short nose to get a better look. Realizing her mistake Keva dropped the very large mirror that she was about to murder the intruder with.

"Harriette?"

"That's the name!" Harriette said with a wide smile on her face. Enjoying the sight of her old caretaker. She still wore the same pleaded blous and dress pants.

"But how? You look so..." She paused. A look of question evedent on her face.

"Young"

"Well thank you! I try. I'm actually turning fif-"

"No seriously" She sounded concerned.

"You don't look any different from when you first disappeared"

"What?" Confused. Harriette looked into the mirror that Keva had dropped on the floor. Eyes blown wide. She took notice of her significantly younger appearance. The wrinkles were gone, her eyes were a brighter green, her white hair had turned to it's original dirty blonde and she was shorter. She was about fourty five years younger than she was a meer thirty minutes ago.

"Shit"

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come-along-pond · 2 years

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Charlie + Five

idk, just vibing with Charlie rn lol

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#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #ocapp #ochub #the umbrella academy ocs #the umbrella academy oc #tua oc #tua ocs #five hargreeves x oc #five x oc #my edits #oc: charlie

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zbeez-outlet · 2 years

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Part Three || Big Brother Diego

Five Hargreeves x OC | TUA Canon Universe | Slow Burn Relationship

Description || The story of how little Noa Lavigne went from dodging Diego's knives in target practice to sharing secret handshakes and spinning in the rain.

Content Warnings || allusions to Reginald Hargreeve's abuse, minor injuries, mentions of blood (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

<<< Part Two

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Number 2 has a lot of feelings about being number 2. At the top of the list is the fact that being number 2 means he is not number 1, he will never be number 1, but he can be better than number 1 — well, maybe. Mom says he could be as long as he tries his hardest. So he does.

At the bottom of this so-called "Feelings About Being Number 2" list is the sentiment that at least he's not Number 7, who's small and powerless and left on the sidelines with a frown and a wish for more. Just above that is the even greater truth that being Number 8 would be worse. In many ways, Number 2 thinks Number 8 is more like a pet than a child or a sibling or a person.

Their official introduction happens thusly.

Dad hands him a knife and orders him to throw it at Number 8. The goal is to cut her. She stands ten meters away, small with her shoulders curved forward and her chin bent low, but for some reason he feels watched by her. Like behind the curtain of strawberry blonde curls is an eye that sees his every heartbeat and every impulse.

Part of him wants to cut her just to see if he can.

When Dad realized Number 2 needed an object to focus on to control his power and exceed his potential, early in the study of his abilities, he chose knives. Sharp, deadly, precise. He could use his manipulation of trajectory to maneuver the direction of the knives with unprecedented accuracy. Number 2 practiced on stationary targets until hitting a bullseye with his eyes closed became as easy as breathing. He graduated to the next step: moving targets.

The day Number 8 appeared on their doorstep, Number 2 didn't think much beyond the initial awe at her speed. There wasn't much more to think when you're only six and small and subject to the disciplines of everything bigger than you. They were all told to call her Number 8, so he does because he's Number 2 and clearly she's one of them now — except Dad makes her sleep in the attic and there's never a plate for her at the dinner table. He wonders about that now, thin slice of knife between his fingers and the orders of his father tensing between his shoulders. He wonders how she can be and not be one of them at the same time.

Disobeying is not an option.

It's actually fun, he realizes a few sessions of target practice later because catching Number 8 feels impossible and excitement simmers under his skin every time he gets close. The game changes from Number 2 chasing her around the room with blades and frustration to anticipating her next moves. To making plans and strategies and maneuvers he would never otherwise come up with. It's fun, it's new, it feels way more valuable than the thousands of pushups Number 1 must be doing. That thought keeps him proud.

The first time Number 2 cuts Number 8 is also the last.

It happens after he's been named Diego by Mom and Number 8 has become Noa to him in secret. It happens after hundreds and hundreds of hours of target practice. It happens because Dad wants to challenge her, not him.

She's being electrocuted the first time he cuts her. A tiny slice on the right side of her throat that bleeds and scars and haunts him every time he looks at it. Noa doesn't cry from the wound, but she does look at him differently afterwards, even if she doesn't mean to. Something like sadness, something like betrayal, something that tastes bitter every time he sees it flash in her eyes.

Diego never cuts her again because he never wants to. Not like he did at first, just to see if he could. Not even for Dad's approval.

Having a stutter makes Number 2 insecure in a way he's not prepared for — though, really, how does one prepare for insecurity at the age of seven? It forces him into a quiet that unsettles the person he wants to be, which is loud and proud and as confident in his words as every other part of himself. A leader.

He struggles with sharp consonants the most. The ones that are thin and shaped with steel, trapped aggressively behind his teeth and lips no matter how hard he pushes them with his tongue. It's the t's and the k's and the g's. It's the way r's struggle to ripple passed his throat and the vowels that draw on longer than he means for them to. Number 2 cannot control the flow of his words the same way he can control the trajectory of his knives.

Mom is patient. Mom is kind and sounds out the words for him, slow at first. They play games with letters and shapes, and she teaches him how to picture the words in his mind before saying them.

When he finds out Mom is teaching Number 8 English, his first thought is about how he can help. Because he knows what it means to silence yourself for fear of using the wrong words or ruining their sound or jumbling them up all over the place.

Number 2 likes the way French sounds the few times he's heard Number 8 speak, similar to the Spanish Dad has him practicing or the Italian Number 5 picks up with ease only with more floral notes and a sound that reminds him of Mom's perfume. It's round with vowels in a way English often isn't. It's lovely and soft and dances through the air with a warmth that isn't welcome within the walls of the Umbrella Academy. He wonders if she trips over the same consonants as him.

"Mom," he starts with a soft call, reaching for the billowy length of her skirt. He's nervous because sometimes acknowledging Number 8 feels blasphemous, like there's some unwritten rule of the house that her presence is as consequential as the paintings on the walls and to give her any more substance than that is punishable in their father's eye. "Can I help you teach Number 8 English? I can show her how to pic-pic-picture the words like you t-taught me."

Her palm rests on his head, gentle fingers running through the short cut of his hair and making him preen like a cat. She smiles with all of the softness he doesn't get in their world under the sunshine of a flashing monocle. "Of course, Number 2. I would love your help." She kneels down by his side, a thick leather book in her hand that she holds out to Number 2 like a special treasure. The leather is dark and latched with a metal clasp, a matching key attached to the pages by a string. "I got this for her so she can practice. Kind of like how you do in your head, but on paper. Would you like to give it to her for me?"

Number 2 nods so enthusiastically his neck hurts, and he follows behind Mom with an extra little skip to his step, the journal clutched to his chest. She leads him in a delicate stride up and up and up towards the attic, a bubble of anxiety threatening to pop in his throat. He's never been to the attic before.

Mom knocks with a rhythmic tap tap tap and calls for Number 8 with a tone so unlike the sweeping curve of breath she uses for his own number. None of the motherly affection he knows from her. It's not harsh or angry or berating, but stiff like metal. It leaves Number 2 confused and curious, wondering where all the warmth of the beating heart she doesn't have has gone. Number 8 peaks through the crack of the attic door, eyes flickering between him and Mom like she can't figure out how she's supposed to act, but she offers him a hesitant smile despite her wavering. He can't help but smile back, feeling crooked in his skin and fighting the impulse to pat her head like a puppy.

He holds out the leather journal like a peace offering, a treaty between two sides of the same coin. "To prac-practiccce..." he trails, frustrated with his words and his letters and his brain. "To practice! Your English."

The way Number 8 looks at the journal with a shine to her eyes makes him sad. She reaches forward like a frightened animal as if she's expecting him to retch the gift from her as soon as she touches it. Number 8 holds the journal like glass, waiting for it to shatter between her palms, and pride dances in Number 2's chest at being the one to put such a reverent look on her face.

"Numéro 2?" Her voice is small, and he wonders if it's impossible to put her in his pocket to keep her safe and happy and cozy at all times. "Voulez-vous me montrer, s'il vous plaît? Um..." she pauses, brow crinkling cutely as she tries to find the right words. Her feet shuffle and her shoulders curve further as insecurity presses onto her spine. Number 2 nods at her, encouraging her to pick and choose and ask him again. "Sh-show me? Please?"

When Number 2 smiles, it's with his entire face. All teeth and stretched cheeks and elation freckling his skin.

He grabs her hand, noticing but not commenting on the way she jumps at his touch, and drags her all the way to his room — the attic still scares him even if there's just a little girl behind the door. They settle on a blanket he tosses onto the floor, heads bent close together as he starts by talking her through the alphabet, which is largely the same and yet somehow totally different. He points to objects around his room and asks her to name them. If she gets it wrong, she writes it down with the corresponding French word so she knows to practice. If she gets it right, he gives into the urge of patting her head and beams at her answering smile.

When Number 8 smiles, really truly smiles with all the happiness she can muster, her cheeks dimple and her eyes scrunch and her tongue pokes from between her teeth.

He only sees that smile a handful of times throughout their childhood. The first time he sees it is also the first time he pats her head. Awe dances in his chest at the sight and suddenly all he wants is to protect that smile.

They are the exact same age, every child in the manor is, but he thinks this must be what it feels like to be a big brother. He rather likes it.

Diego comes up with the idea for a secret handshake on a whim of normalcy when they're barely eleven. His first attempt is with Klaus, unanimously dubbed the creative one among the children. It's an attempt that fails spectacularly with fumbled fingers and Klaus getting stuck in a roundabout interpretive dance, though Diego likely should have expected it to go that way what with his brother's recent discovery of weed.

He contemplates going to Ben next, as the only other sibling likely to indulge his newfound micro-obsession with handshakes and secrecy, but quickly decides to go to Noa instead when she simply walks by him in the hallway amidst his boredom. She's closer and most often compliant, and Diego prefers that over the tediousness of a few extra minutes of convincing Ben to do it with him. Besides, he rather likes her gentle company more than that of his uniquely deranged siblings.

Not to mention the silently massive 'fuck you!' it would be to Dad's rules piled between Noa and the rest of them. Another way to dig a little path of comradery to Noa, same as their English lessons and the stolen moments of head pats and tongue-in-teeth smiles.

She's following behind Five like she so often is these days, close enough that their linked pinkies go almost completely unnoticed but far enough so she can't be perceived as an equal beside him. It's cute in a weird complicated way he doesn't quite understand, not with the way Five's brutal demeaner clashes with Noa's jittery calmness, but they smile together and whisper and sometimes blush pink, so Diego decides not to dwell on it so much.

But it's been days since Diego's had some stolen time with Noa, so he decides pilfering her company for the early afternoon before she's relegated to the corner of the dining hall during dinner is his right.

"My turn with Noa, bye Five!" He gets out in a rush, the words smooth from practice and patience and Mom's smile. Snatching Noa's hand, the one decidedly not occupied by Five's pinky, Diego pulls her away in the wake of his brother's snarled curses with a devilish cackle.

Noa keeps up easily of course, her feet far more graceful than any other part of her, but she doesn't laugh like him because she doesn't know how — her smile is one in ten thousand jokes, her laugh is one in ten million tickles. Sometimes he wonders if he'll ever hear it. Sometimes he wonders if any of the others have. He knows she's not mad though, if the soft curve of her brow and gentle reciprocating clasp of his hand are anything to go by.

Diego drags her out to the courtyard. Dad rarely leaves his office when they're not training let alone ventures outside, so it's usually the safest spot to hang out with Noa without getting caught. He settles them under the cover of the largest tree in the yard, an aging oak that they're all convinced was there before the mansion was. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, he gestures for Noa to do the same with the kind of excited impatience only a child could have. She does, though she folds her legs delicately beneath her instead of crossing them because of the skirt of her uniform, and stares at him expectedly.

Her eyes swivel like she's checking for the weighty shine of a monocle before turning back to him with one of her more hesitant grins. "Hi Diego," she whispers like if she dares to speak any louder the world may crack beneath their feet. He has always loved the way their names slip from her accent in soft doting French sounds.

"Noa, I had a great idea!" He keeps his voice low despite the bubbles of anticipation dancing along his tongue, more for her comfort than any actual fear of reprimand he may have. "We should make a secret handshake!"

She tilts her head like the puppy he so often thinks of her as and furrows her brows. "A secret...what?"

"You know, a handshake. Like..." he trails, reaching for her hand. Even at eleven, his hands seem far larger than hers. He firmly grasps her fingers in his hold and shakes with a howdy-do nod of his head that leaves her cheeks pink and her green eyes shining. "Only, we'll make a special one that just the two of us know."

That very special tongue-in-teeth smile stretches her cheeks and when she nods, her curls bounce. Diego's chest puffs at the sight.

He doesn't count the minutes, but they stay out in the courtyard for a long time playing with their hands and coming up with different ways to link their fingers. They use their right hands even though Noa is left-handed. Eventually they come up with something simple enough to remember for a lifetime but complex enough that it takes a few tries to get it right. It goes like this.

Three taps to each other's palm and sliding back to clasp fingers in a claw-like gesture. Pressing thumbs together before unclasping their fingers and twisting clockwise to link their pinking, and then reversing that motion to smoothly clasp hands in a classic handshake form. They shake three more times before drawing back and forming small fists that they take turns tapping the tops and bottoms before ending in a classic bump of knuckles. With, of course, exaggerated explosive noises that Diego insisted on as the finisher.

Diego dissolves into giggles after every explosion, teetering in the grass and holding tight to his belly like he can trap the warmth of his mirth with his hands. He pats her head as a reward just like when she gets her English words right.

A water droplet splashes against his nose, startling him from their game. Diego looks up to the canopy of leaves beneath the shady oak tree and blinks, more droplets spattering across his cheeks and he grins.

It's raining.

Quickly pulling Noa to her feet, he dances them from under the cover of the tree and twirls her in the falling rain. He does their handshake again and goes spinning at the final explosion to dance in the growing puddles and dirty his shoes without a second thought. Noa stands more calmly on the edge of the rain, watching him with warm eyes but far less enthusiasm for the dancing, and that just won't do. He shimmies towards her, reaching and reaching and reaching as if he can pull the excitement and playfulness he knows hides beneath her skin from the tips of her fingers.

Her curls speckle with silver water and sparkle just like the day she found her way to their doorstep. He rocks Noa into his arms and shakes her to the rhythm of a song that's not playing and then sends her twirling with an encouraging thrust of his hands. And that's when he hears it, under the twinkling sound of rain.

Noa giggles. She giggles and laughs and spins without any care for the mud dirtying her stockings. It's breathy and soft, just like everything else about her, and sings with the same gentle harmony as her French and her lullabies. It wraps warm around his chest and pulls another laugh from the mirth hidden behind his ribs. It's a sound he wishes he could bottle and save for the darker days when none of them can find the strength to do more than blink.

A throat clears behind him. Noa's laughter stops. The world stills so suddenly even the rain seems to pause against the fight of gravity.

"Number 2," Dad's voice crawls along his spine and claws at his ears. "This behavior is unacceptable. Go change for supper, we'll discuss your punishment after."

Diego trembles, trying to meet Noa's eye, but she's already shut down. Now standing rigid with her hands clasped behind her back and her chin pressed painfully to her chest. He can see her shaking. If Diego were braver, he'd walk towards her and wrap her in his arms like the big brother he wants to be, whisper reassurances without stuttering and protect her, but instead his father's orders drag his feet back into the house, leaving her to his wrath. Dad doesn't follow him inside.

Mom is waiting with a towel and a clean uniform in her hands, smile bright and warm and everything he can't feel right now.

Dinner starts later than usual. Noa never takes her spot beside Mom and Pogo. Guilt floods his chest and his lungs and threatens to spill over his eyes. Her laugh echoes in his head until it sounds like a scream. Five asks where Noa is as the only one brave enough to do so. Dad reminds him that speaking is prohibited during dinner, leaving Five to simmer with a red rage and stab at his plate without eating any of it. He glares at Diego, at Dad, at his plate. He stares at the empty spot where Noa usually stands for a long long time.

It's three days before they see Noa again, quiet and small as she's always been. He can't see any marks of punishment, relief mingling with the guilt in his chest like oil.

He doesn't ask what happened to her the last three days. She doesn't tell him.

When Dad's not looking, Noa holds out her right hand. Diego's eyes go wide and with trembling motions, he taps against her palm three times. He almost cries when she whispers the quietest explosive noise to finish off the handshake.

When Noa and Five are gone, Diego grieves in the only way he knows how. Silently and with a weight hardening behind his ribs like a stone, a pressure that will never go away. His screams and cries are trapped under his skin, ready to burst as days without explosive handshakes or English lessons or impossible target practice turn into weeks, into months, into years.

Her journal is gone.

The attic is locked.

Dad hangs a painting of Five over the fireplace mantle. He wants to ask if Noa gets a painting, but knowing the answer keeps the question resting on his tongue, swallowed into the recesses of his throat.

The only proof that Noa existed at all is their memories. It's not enough, it'll never be enough. He turned out to be a pretty shitty big brother.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x oc #five hargreeves x reader #umbrella academy #five x oc #five x reader #tua oc #umbrella academy oc

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unicornblossom13 · 2 years

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Sylvia: We’ve gotta find a way to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?

Delores: Probably Uncle Klaus and Uncle Luther.

Five: That’s a good start.

Klaus: Well, that makes the things I was gonna cut out irrelevant.

#umbrella acedmy #the umbrella academy oc #incorrect umbrella academy quotes #sylvia hargreeves #five hargreeves #delores hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five x oc #five x sylvia #fivia

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i-dropped-the-chief · 2 years

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

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

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lahotelbellamuerte · 1 year

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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘 - episode 05. number five & eight

series masterlist! current: number five & eight ! next: vanilla milkshake

paring: five x eight (oc) warnings; suggestive language, suggestive sexy time, the handler being weird asf not proofread ! word count: 8.3k notes; not gonna lie i shipped the handler and five IF he had been older. anywayz this book was pretty vanilla with the sexy time, second book i think had like one scene not detailed either tho, idk, iM BAD AT WRITING SMUT

ASH still floated through the sky. Raining the painful reality that earth is no longer the same, but rather engulfed in flames. Five walked alone with a cart in hand, a bundled-up mannequin to join him as he walked up a long trail of cement. The cracked surfaces made his cart creak and tumble. Eight had left for the early years of the apocalypse, the two had gotten into a fight, and she took her belongings and left for good. Living her life in hell alone, just as Five did.

There was no denying that Eight didn't miss her ex-boyfriend during those years, but with the isolation, she was able to find herself adjusting to these new times. She was able to fend for herself, from many things that the world threw at her. Along with the time, she saw earth begin to take back what was hers. Plants, roots, bushes, and seasons began to return. It was like the human race had never graced the earth. Something so beautiful about seeing new life start once more.

As the blonde roamed the empty streets and plains, no longer a child but teenagers with a responsibility to stay alive. It was a lucky day for nineteen-year-old Eight when she found a working motorcycle. She was able to fix it up enough to where she gathered her stuff and rode off to find her old partner. It wasn't longer than a week that it took her to find him. Being as he was the only other human that lived on what was once earth. She hoped to rekindle their relationship.

Five had been lying on the ground, their hands holding the sniper close to him, in case of any danger. That was until he heard a distant growling noise. It didn't sound like any animal to him, but rather a machine. But what machine could be running during these times. Quickly he jumped to his feet and had his hands on the trigger.

"Shh," Five signed to the mannequin who was against the wall, who obviously wasn't going to say anything—I mean—

The growling halted, and footsteps coming closer could be heard. Crunching underneath booths was an easy sound to call. He wanted to see what walked, but who else would be on this earth, who survived? Five moved closer to the shadows of the broken building. Gun steady in his hands, as a finger was floating before the trigger.

A figure walked past the doorway, it was obvious that it was a woman, by the way, her clothes fit her body. The long coat hugged tightly against her waist as a similar gun was strapped onto her back. Five was quick to get up and swing his gun at her, but she disappeared through a portal quick enough and tripped him from behind with a lasso.

Five groaned and turned to his back and looked at the woman who had removed her face covering, "Eight?" Five gasped in disbelief, her face as youthful as he remembered it.

"Five?" she gasped, her hands making the glowing lasso disappear at the sight of her old lover.

The young man quickly dropped his gun and stood up, pulling the familiar blue-eyed girl into a tight hug. One so tight that he was afraid that if he pulled away she wouldn't be there.

His hands gripped at the blonde tresses in the hug, and tears brimmed in his eyes as he could smell her scent once more, "I missed you," Five whispered into her neck, as he tightly held onto her as if she'd leave again.

Eight let out a sad laugh "I missed you too," Eight replied, equally hugging the boy tightly around his torso.

"Don't leave me again please, Delores gave me so much shit when I let you go," He chuckled as he kissed the side of her head

"I won't, I promise," She replied, pulling away to look at his face.

The two just stared at each other for the longest ot saying anything, but at the same time saying everything. The boy couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned in and smashed his lips onto hers. Grabbing her face as they moved in sync after years of being apart. Words didn't have to be spoken as actions were used rather. He had missed everything about her; long blonde hair, soft skin, plump lips, and her perfect shiny eyes.

Five pushed her into the wall, not really caring much about their location, or that Delores could see everything. Biting her lip caused Eight to gasp in surprise, using it to his advantage he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss was warm, needy, and urgent. The couple wanted to show how much they missed the time apart. Five was holding her tight, his move rushed and quick. As if one of them would disappear at any moment. Slowly Five's mouth moved down to her neck, as she let out ragged breaths.

His lips left wet kisses on her neck, all encouraged by the pretty noises the woman let out. Whining and desperate squeezing on his upper arms. Softly he taps the back of her thighs signaling her to jump, and without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Quickly moving back to their heated kiss, walking they over to a dusty couch at the corner of the room. He lays her carefully on it, his eyes moving to meet his. Both dark and desperate.

The boy tried to steady his breath as he looked down at the girl below him, he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off her body. But he wanted to make sure this is what she wanted, not feeling forced into something. He sat on his calves looking down at Eight, his hand resting on her hip, thumb rubbing circles on it. "Are you sure you want this?" Five asked placing a hand next to her head, as he leaned over her face, placing a chaste his on it.

Eight nodded, reaching up to grab his face with a soft smile, "I didn't travel miles to come to you just to leave again," She replied leaning up to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips. Then letting her lips brush his softy, "I want this," she confirmed leaning up to kiss him fully this time.

While the two were in agreement about what would happen, Dolores, the Mannequin was not. The poor intimate object was forced to watch the events that accrued in the ruins. Watched as Five's hands carefully removed Eight's clothes, treating her as fine china. His cold fingers brushed against her soft skin, leaving kisses behind. Eight's nimble fingers removed his clothes as her hands trailed patterns all over his skin. Under the flickering light of a warm fire near them, both were equally entranced in each other's embrace. The poor mannequin had to listen to the moans, ragged breaths, whines, and skin slapping skin. All echoing in the lonely building. Two souls rejoined once more.

After that night the couple promised to stay together no matter the situation. All the starvation and hardships they faced together, surviving each and every one. For the following years, the duo spent them together. The highs and lows of living in the world of nothing. The tears and laughter that were shed over the years. The moments of bliss and many more.

One of the best memories that Five would always remember was when he proposed to his darling lady. It's not like there would be another person he could be with until the end of time. He liked to believe that if anyone else was stuck with him, they wouldn't mean as much as Eight did to him. The now older man grown and aged, had been out looking for any life. He never looked forward to it, since he always returned home in disappointment. Yet this trip turned out differently for him.

Dirt and rubble crunched beneath his boots are he walked. Bag and gun strapped onto his back, just in case. Eyebrows furrowed his eyes trailed the growing greens on the floor. Eight had been right about the beauty in the destruction. Somehow out of all the fire and heat, the world slowly started coming back in a way. The animals that did survive now have all the land to live in.

Poking around different rubble, he was walking when a glint hit his eye. He stopped walking and tried to find the glint once more. Moving his head around until his eyes spotted the shining small object. Walking closer, he reached down and grabbed the small object. Blowing the dirt on his palm he chuckled at the sight. Out of anything he could have found in the wasteland it was this.

The man whistled at the sigh, "Well look what we got here," he spoke softly, his eyes trained on the gold band with a diamond perched on top. While it wasn't anything that would help in the long run, it was sure to be significant. Smiling he pocketed the item and continued on his journey to find anything else. The skies were clear blue, with a light breeze that made it perfect for walking.

A few hours later, the man headed back with a few things in his bag. A smile was still on his face after the small find. As he neared the house he heard his name be called, turning around he saw his girlfriend running towards him

"Five! Guess what!" Eight's voice ran behind him as he reached their home before she had. Her gun was also strapped to her back as she got closer.

"What?" he asked with a smile seeing how happy his lady looked. Never denying that emotion in their situation.

Eight blushed as she had her hands behind her back, "Well, I know this isn't traditional, but I mean we're living at the end of times," she rambled but shook her head before she could get any further, "Will you marry me?" She asked him as she had found a plain gold band while searching for food. Oh, how coincidental. The lovers found a piece for one another.

Five couldn't help but laugh, reaching into his pocket and taking out his finding, "Not if you don't marry me," he said now going onto one knee, resulting in the blonde gasping and covering her mouth in glee.

Eight Hargreeves was never materialistic. Didn't like large flashy things, but small stupid stuff her siblings gave her, meant more than gold. Now having Five on his knee with a literal priceless piece of jewelry she couldn't help but tear up. The woman nodded in glee, "There's no one else I'd rather marry at the End of the World," she said handing him her left hand.

Five smiled and slipped on the ring, getting up from the ground, Getting up he looked down as she slipped the other ring, onto his finger, "Till death do us apart," said Eight, gripping his hand.

"Till death do us apart," Five confirmed gripping her face and kissing his now-wife. Their wedding was only the two of them just as they would be now forever.

As time moved on for the married couple, they argued as couples do. They hunted, drank, and spiraled into a belief that they could return home. In a crumbling library where some books were able to make it alive, the duo scribbled all along the walls. Possible equations to get them home.

One fateful day the two were sitting around as they drank wine from surprisedly well-kept metal cups, the two now elderly, with grays mostly displaying on their heads. Skin is no longer supple and soft, but worn and used.

The silver-covered man chuckled as he drank from his cup, his gloved hand holding it tight, "Love, do you remember that one mansion we went to a couple of years back? You know where we—"

"—Yeah I wouldn't mention those few hours around Dolores. We left her alone," Eight interrupted before he started explaining what happened down in the wine cellars of the mansion. Not caring one bit about the mannequin near hearing all the lewd things the two happened to experience in their younger years.

Five scoffed, "Well I could talk about it. Delores, you talked shit about me those years while she was gone," He said pointing at the mannequin, "I will freely talk about how I fucked my wife for hours and left you alone!" He exclaimed happily.

Eight facepalmed, and looked over at Dolores, "I'm sorry D," She said blushing, embarrassed that her husband was now a grouchy old man—no different from his young years.

"Well, I'm—"

Before he could finish the crumbling of rubble could be heard, as if someone was approaching. Five and Eight stood from their seats and pointed their guns at the incoming target. While they were older the two had enough experience in their older age to kill someone.

The two glanced at each other wearily when they saw the sight. A woman with bright white hair, clad in a long leather coat. Holding a briefcase of sorts, looking not even mildly intimidated by the two holding the guns. Something out of the ordinary, which to them wasn't surprising. For crying out loud, they had extraordinary skills that no one else on earth had.

Who she was? The Handler, the woman who would become Eight's worst nightmare, but also the key to their very survival.

The morning had arrived at Diego's place and Five woke up to be pressed against Eight's back. The blonde just lay there silently, waiting for him to wake up. It's not like she had a choice that is, Five happen to have a tight grip around her waist while he slept. As soon as he let go, Eight sighed happily and sat up. Five moved around her and sat down next to her.

"Morning' love," Five mumbled softly rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

The girl just rolled her eyes, "Yeah, mornin'," Eight replied as she watched Luther snore on the chair near them. Using her powers, Eight lifted a pen on one of Diego's desks and flung it at the sleeping giant. Causing him to wake up with a startle, his eyes, and hands alert to fight the intruder.

"Oh good you're awake," Luther said blinking slowly his eyes focusing on the blonde in front of him, "When is it happening?" He then asked seriously remembering why he stayed with the couple.

"We can't give you the exact hour but..." Five trailed off.

"We've got about four days left," Eight finished off running her hand through her hair, realizing she must have lost her headband last night, during her whole drunken debacle.

The man leaned forward, "Why didn't you say something sooner?" Luther said worriedly.

"It wouldn't have mattered," Five replied sadly. Eight noticed his sadness and gripped his hand softly.

"Of course, it would've banded together and helped you try to stop this thing," Luther countered.

Five sighed, "You already tried," he said flatly, this memory wasn't a kind one for him. After all, it had been the first sight the two had encountered when they had made it into the future.

"What do you mean?" Luther asked suddenly.

"The first time around, we found you, your bodies," Eight explained her throat feeling tight.

"We die?" Luther swallowed thickly.

"Horribly," Five answered.

A flat silence filled the air, as they all looked at each other. Nothing could be said that would make it right. Not even Luther's optimistic view on life could make the older couple feel any better. The sight of the Hargreeves all sprawled out on the ground was bad enough. All looking above with dead eyes and nothing more. The familiar feeling of anguish washed over the air.

"You were together trying to stop whoever it was that ends the world," Five said looking down at his intertwined hands with Eight, squeezing it back in comfort, the only thing that kept him sane all these years.

Luther looked over at the two, "How did you know that?"

Five searched into his pocket, and pulled out the familiar prosthetic eyeball, "This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you."

"Must have ripped out of their head right before you went down," Eight said as he looked over the eye that Five tossed at him.

"Who's head?" Luther asked looking at the blonde, in hopes of getting an answer, then back to the eye in hand.

She shrugged, "We don't know," a frown forming lightly on her face.

"Well there's a serial number on the back," Luther offered, ideas popping in his head, in hopes of helping the two stop the end of the world.

"No, that's a dead-end," Five said, towards Luther, "Just another hunk of glass."

Eight stood up letting Five's hand go and took the piece of the eyeball and held it. Before any more could be said the door slammed open and a very angry Diego strolled in. His eyes looked straight at the blonde in fury, why didn't she do anything?

"Piece of shit," He mumbled going down the stairs, "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

He said walking straight towards them, but Luther stepped forward grabbing him. "Get your ape hands off me!" He hissed towards Luther.

Eight stuffed her hands in her skirt pockets, "Let him go, Luther," she said calmly trying to diffuse whatever was starting. She loved herself a fight, especially since she could see it was directed towards her.

"Yeah let me go!" Diego replied as he struggled to get out of the large man's hold, eyes still trained on the blonde, he wanted nothing more than to dig his knife into her body. That's new...

Luther looked at the blonde in question, and she nodded. And quickly he continued to stroll towards Eight, but before he could, he ran into some invisible force. The man looked around it, slapped his hands on it, and punched it. It was no use, of course, Eight wouldn't let herself be touched by the man.

Diego let out a strangled yell, as he punched the invisible force that stood between them, "Let the through you freak bitch!" He yelled hysterically. This time caught the attention of Five.

The man stepped forward but stopped when Eight's hand went up to stop him. Cocking her head, she smirked, "My prediction was right," she said her eyes on his teary ones.

"Oh you've been busy, haven't you? Griddy's, Gimbel Brothers, and the academy. All looking for you," He hissed punching the invisible wall one more time, yet it still did nothing to reach her.

The blonde shrugged, "Not my fault Diego, Patch was in the way," she said dropping her shield without him noticing.

Luther had a brow raised on who Patch was, but he didn't really care, "Who are they?" He asked instead, wanting to know who was sent after the couple.

Eight sighed, putting her hands in her pockets, "They work for our former employer, A woman we called the Handler. She sent them looking for us, and Patch was in their way, fair game," she said once again looking to Diego. Sure she felt bad for the woman who had died, but nothing would stop the two assassins after her or Five.

His eyes darkened at the sound of her words, "Well now they're my fair game," Diego said looking straight at Eight, "And I'm gonna see that they pay."

"Diego I wouldn't if I were you, they've killed people much more dangerous than you," Eight called out as the man turned to leave the room they were staying in.

Continuing to walk away he never turned around, "Yeah, well we'll see about that."

The blonde then looked at Five, "You know I can't let him die," she told him, with a frown.

Five sighed and nodded. He knew the whole Hazel and Cha-Cha stories, was never a fan, but they were good at what they do. And if anyone could survive them, it was his wife, "Give 'em hell, kid," he mumbled pulling to kiss her temple. And in a second she was gone.

She jumped into a portal and landed in the passenger seat of Diego's car. She turned to see tears running down his face, "Oh, darling, come here," she whispered, pulling him into a hug as he hugged her back tightly. While he had said some things to her, he was glad it was her that was there. Eight Hargreeves had that effect on people, being there when they most needed it.

She softly ran her hand through his hair as his body raked sobs, "I'm sorry Diego," She whispered, pulling away from the hug and gripping his face.

"I really liked her," Diego whispered not meeting the blue eyes in front of her. Patch had got him out of countless of shit, after they had separated he still yearned after the law enforcement woman. He never got to tell her that he loved her. Now she was gone, no longer breathing.

"I know," She said knowing he wouldn't be able to drive. Carefully she let out a deep breath, "Hold on," she said, her hands beginning to glow slightly.

Diego's eyes widened, "What—"

Before anything more could be said Eight had created a portal beneath the car that landed in their parking spot. The car bounces as she sees the mansion. The teen grinned at the sight.

"Nice I still got it," She quipped and got out of the car, "You comin'?" Eight added as she looked down to see a frightened Diego.

Diego stumbled out, wiping his tears, not wanting any sign of his moment of weakness, "God I hated that," he said shivering at the feeling of falling, memories triggering back to their training days.

"Alright you baby, just get what you need and I'll help you," Eight said walking into the home.

"Wait you're coming? What about Five?" Diego asked as he followed her into the home, shocked that she would follow him rather than her boy thing.

"He's capable of protecting himself, he did it for six years," She said scoffing while walking to Diego's room where she knew he had many more knives hidden. They hadn't been friends for most of their childhood so of course, she knew everything about the boy.

Of course, she knew about the crush he had when she was younger. As a mind reader, nothing got past her. Diego was everything she'd want in a partner, but in this universe, they weren't meant to be. And that was a given—she was a married woman now. Even if Diego would forever have a soft spot for Eight, he knew his boundaries—sometimes. He wouldn't deny that since she got back, he hasn't flirted with the blonde. So part of his fantasy was coming to reality as the tall blonde stood in his room.

Not paying much attention to the girl in the room, he slowly slid out a grey case with the umbrella insignia. Carefully he placed his knives in the case and clasped it shut. Getting up he grabbed the handle, and looked at Eight, "Let's go."

She nodded and moved out of the way and follow after him, but he shook his head. What he was about to do was cross boundaries, but he didn't care. He grabbed onto her hand and pulled her with him. All she could do was look at their hands and frown. The two began walking further down the stairs. Eight didn't really know what to say about the whole situation. She liked Diego, but not the way his thoughts bubbled.

Worse part his lover had literally died, and he was still chasing after someone who was both older and younger than him. But with respect to his recent loss, she kept her mouth shut. As the two arrived on the main floor, they saw Klaus standing staring at the chandelier that had fallen on the ground.

"You look like shit," Diego pointed out as he stared at his brother.

Eight furrowed her eyebrows and let go of Diego's hand. Carefully she walked over to Klaus smiling softly, she pulled him in a hug. The Séance didn't hesitate to pull the blonde closer. He knew that maybe she understood his pain better than her husband could. After all the blonde was his comfort person.

"Where are you going?" he said to her, still embraced in the hug, not wanting to let go. Something about it felt almost like a mother clinging onto their hurt child.

"Nope—" Diego began but was silenced with the raise of Eight's hand.

"I know you wouldn't take no for an answer, just get yourself together," She mumbled into his shoulder.

The man nodded, "Two minutes," he said softly, and then walked off to get his things.

The blonde sighed, she definitely knew something was up. Klaus was never to be the quiet one, even when the memories of their father plagued his mind, they would never get him like he is now. She watched him as he left and scratched himself and sauntered off.

She furrowed her brows at this. Familiar. Those were some of the symptoms of time travel. That's when it hit her, Klaus was the one that was kidnapped by Hazel and Cha-Cha. In return, he took the case and got stuck somewhere else in time.

Diego grabbed her hand, snapping her out of her trance. She looked over at him and motioned for the car. She nodded and followed him outside and waited for Klaus.

The three were now in the car as Diego drove, but Eight couldn't help but know something was wrong. Something about instincts if you want to name it.

"Klaus, darling, are you alright?" she asked, turning to the back seat where he leaned on the window as he drank from a bottle rather than answer her.

Diego raised an eyebrow, and glanced at him through the rearview mirror, "Wow. This is a first. My brother Klaus is silent. The last time you were this quiet, we were twelve. Ran down the stairs wearing Grace's heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw." He said looking at Eight's amused face. "How long was it again?"

Klaus didn't move from his spot, but with a small voice he responded, "Eight weeks."

"Eight glorious weeks of bliss," he mentioned, but quickly Eight smacked his arm, "Ow!"

Diego gave her a look but the blonde only glared at him. Not knowing the seriousness of the situation, most of the time he never did.

Klaus finally sat up blinking harshly, "Hey, just drop me off here," he said as they parked harshly into some place called Lake Shore. Quickly Klaus stepped out of the car and stumbled over to the building. All in rushed movements to make it through the glass doors.

Eight removed her seatbelt and placed her hand on the door handle, "Hey where are you going? I thought you were going to help me?" Diego said gripping her arm.

The blonde turned over to him and removed his hand, "And I'm going to make sure my brother who is definitely not okay, make sure he doesn't get harmed.

And I am after I make sure my brother who is not okay, doesn't get harmed," she said and stepped out of the car.

As she neared the door in large white letters it read, "Welcome to Veterans of Foreign Wars." The blonde sighed, "Oh Klaus where did you go," She whispered and opened the door which opened with a ring.

Walking into the building, Eight then realized it was a bar for veterans. She frowned sadly. Eight had her horrors of the past that she always falls into, and she would never want to share those types of pains with anyone. But here she was entering the bar watching her brother look at a picture, as he relived the horrors of war.

Her eyes flickered to movement caused in a room, and it was to a large man with grey hair. He was making his way towards Klaus who was looking sadly at the picture hung up on the wall. He lost someone she concluded. If she wanted she would have looked into his mind to see what had happened, but for the privacy of his loss, she refused to. Eight would let him explain it himself if it ever came to that.

Eight decided it was time to confront him and moved towards him before the large man could. Carefully she placed her hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at her and sighed.

"Please go away," He whispered then looked back at the photo, his eyes trained not on himself but on a young man beside him.

Her eyes traveled to the photo of the many men there, "No, you're my brother, and I'm here for you," she said squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey you two," a deep voice came from behind her.

The two siblings turned around to look at the large man. Eight raised a brow at the older man sporting a vest with probably the war he served at, she just looked him over with a scoff.

"This bar? It's for vets only," He informed the two softly, hoping not to start anything.

"I am a vet," Klaus replied sadly his eyes turning back to the picture behind him.

The large man chuckled, "Really? Where'd you serve?" he asked, obviously not believing the Seance next to her.

Klaus wasn't in the mood to answer anyone's questions, he had just gone through hell and back, "None of your business," Klaus replied not wanting to talk about it.

"You got balls comin' in here, pretendin' you're one of us," He said not knowing the situation at hand. And if we're being honest, Eight didn't like when others picked on her brother.

"Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you, asshole," Klaus said, his voice raising his last word. Finally turning around to meet the eyes of the old man.

The large man went to step closer, but that's when Eight stepped in, "Hey, there now, we don't want problems," she said calmly, "You don't know the situation here, so I would appreciate it if you let me take care of him."

"Sure thing," The man said pausing and looking at Klaus, "As long he apologies," he finished causing Eight's eye to twitch and Klaus to giggle.

"Look I'm sorry, he's sorry, we'll just be on our way now," she said looking at her brother, forcing the words out of her own mouth, hating this man trying to embarrass them.

The man shook and said, "No, I want to hear him say it," he smirked.

This crossed the line for her, she didn't fucking care anymore that he was some veteran. He was an ass of a veteran. Her brother was a veteran and if he didn't believe him, that was on him. Also, she was already pissed as it is with the whole end-of-the-world thing.

Eight lunged forward and grabbed his collar, "Listen here you, idiot. You do not get to ask for any more apologies. You don't know what shit my brother has gone through and I won't let anyone walk all over me or him," she hissed as his face was close to hers and shoved him away.

In anger, the man swung forward but his fist met a gloved hand, "You don't go hitting ladies," Diego's voice said as he punched the old man.

Klaus had jumped into the fight and jumped onto the veteran's back. Just as Eight had grabbed a flying fist at her face and grabbed his wrist and twisted it around to turn his body. Still, in the lock, she kicked the man and let him fall to the ground with a painful thud.

Another man came towards her, "I would leave little school girl, this is no place for you gi—" before he got a chance to finish his sentence, Eight had punched the man square in the nose, receiving a loud satisfying crack.

"Suck my dick, asshole," She yelled, grabbing his arm and pulling herself near him to shove him over her shoulder and slam him onto the ground. Sure she loved fighting, but it wasn't satisfying fighting older men.

Eight was then quick to grab her brothers from their ears and push them out, Klaus stumbling to grab his coat and walking out.

"God Klaus couldn't tell me beforehand that you were a vet?" She hissed pushing him into the backseat. Getting in the car she sat up in the seat and leaned back to smack him in the head.

"I would've controlled their minds not to see you!" she was fuming, "1968! That's a very fucking time change!" She groaned leaning to hit him again, but Diego grabbed her and sat her back down.

"Stay," He said to her as she huffed and crossed her arms, "You got a big mouth," he told Klaus pointing at him.

Klaus scoffed, "Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego," He replied sarcastically.

"Everything's a big joke to you right?" He asked him his eyes rolling.

Eight turned to him and saw him trying to take drugs, and lunged to grab them, "Would you stop, idiot!" she said flinging it out the window, then smacking him in the head while he threw a tantrum.

Diego scoffed, "Why are you putting this shit in your body?" He asked and looked back at him, "Check this out," He added, lifting his sweater and slapping his toned stomach.

"My body is a temple," he said looking at him and then back at Eight and winked, she just rolled her eyes. Men.

"All that shit you do, it's just weakness," Diego said.

"Oh, wow, beautiful. Well, weakness feels so good," Klaus replied, digging into his pocket to grab more drugs. Again Eight leaned back and smacked it out of his hand, "Hey! The fuck did I just tell you?"

Klaus whines, knowing it was best not to fight her.

Eight sighed, "Klaus you have to tell us what happened, we know you're not okay," she whispered to him.

"Well then read my mind to see what happened," He yelled at her still not feeling like talking about the most recent events that just happened.

Eight furrowed her eyebrows and sighed shaking her head, "Klaus I only saw what I needed to see, but anything more serious that happened you need to tell us," she said blue eyes looking into his saddened ones.

"I lost someone," he sighed sadly looking down at his lap, "I lost someone. The only..." he sighed deeply pausing, "The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself," he finally got out, reaching into his pocket and popping a pill into his mouth.

This time, the blonde didn't reach to smack it into his hand. She could feel to an extent that he was hurting.

"Well, you're luckier than most," Diego started, "When you lose someone, at least you can see them whenever you want."

Klaus looked away knowing that wasn't entirely true. There was a reason he turned to drugs most of the time. Memories of being stuck in a graveyard with the dead haunted him. The suffering of hearing all those voices yell at him was too much. Being high, kept him from hearing them all the time.

Number Eight and Four knew all about the voices constantly being there. The hushed whispers that only caused headaches. While the blonde just kept herself busy, Klaus turned to drugs to keep it tame.

Eight sighed and leaned back onto the chair, her eyes blank as she stared off into the distance. Mumbling random names under her breath.

The man beside her rose a brow, not hearing anything coherently. Only heard hotel and bird which didn't make sense, but never made sense anyway. Shaking his head he moved his eyes from her to his mirror and spotted a few familiar faces. So he elbowed the blonde beside him and motion behind.

Snapping out of her trance she looked at the mirror and her eyes narrowed, "Hazel," she whispered to him.

"Hey I know that man," Klaus said suddenly also looking back to see the large man.

Diego looked at his confused, "How could you possibly—"

"They were the ones who tortured me, I barely got away with my life," He explained to his sibling looking back as Hazel got into some older looking blue car.

Diego started the car, as he noticed his car backing out of the space, "Eight I need you to be careful, okay? They probably still want you," He said to her, worried as she would get hurt.

The blonde scoffed as his worries, "Diego, I am the greatest at what I do," she paused to glare at him, "if I truly wanted, Hazel and Cha-Cha would be dead," she chuckled when she noticed Diego's glance as he drove, "I was an assassin, it's my profession," she shrugged.

Number Three just shivered slightly, "You're nothing like when we were kids," Diego said looking back onto the road.

Klaus leaned forward from his seat, "Oh, little Eight is exactly the same, you just don't know her like I do," he paused and lifted a finger, "She's still arrogant, fun, and killer instinct—"

"Klaus, I love you but I will shove a sock in your mouth," She said, turning her head to look at him with a sweet smile.

The rest of the ride the three were silent as they followed Hazel's car. It was for the best to keep silence, while Eight was the fun sibling, she was also a lunatic that would possibly snap.

Hazel's car parking into a small Hotel that made Klaus shiver as he had just been there not too long ago. The man getting out and retreating into the small room up stairs.

Eight didn't say anything when Diego stepping out of the car to go mess with his car. Most likely to put a tracking device on it.

"He likes you know that right? He always has," Klaus said giggling.

Eight sighed, "I'm aware, but he and I won't ever happen, I'm a married woman," she said lifting her hand to reveal her ring.

"To your teenage boy-friend," He laughed, "It's funny that you two are this age again, I didn't get to see you this age," he added leaning his head beside her.

"It's better you didn't get to see me this age, Klaus, Five was a lot more horny and didn't have the end of the world to worry about," she sighed remembering since they got to this time, he hasn't stopped trying to get into her pants.

"Ha, so much for you two being the smart ones," he snortend, "Little Five is probably frustrated from multiple things."

"This is Five's fault, not mine," Eight groaned running a hand through her hair, not wanting to think about dick at the moment.

Diego got back into the car and kept his eye on the building where the murderers of his friend were staying.

"You know killing these people is not going to make you feel any better?" Klaus said from the back drinking from his bottle.

"What he said," Eight added with a snap of her finger.

Diego scoffed and looked at her, "Aren't you an assassin?"

Eight nodded, "A professional one, I don't kill for personal reasons."

"Yeah, but when it's done...I'll sleep like a baby," Diego said to her with an exaggerated smile.

Eight only hummed in response. Back in the Commission that was the first thing she learned. To not make any killings personal, whether they were bad or good, it didn't matter, they were the mission. While her brother was angry and wanted to get revenge, he wasn't cut out for this type of work.

"Stay in the car, both of you," Diego said after a while of silence his eyes lingering on Eight.

"Um, what the fuck? I'm the assassin here!" Eight said angrily as he stepped out of the car, "I killed a man with a pencil before, a fucking pencil!"

"Well aren't you cute," Klaus said sarcastically tapping her nose with his finger.

She smacked his hand and pushed open her door"Come on," Eight said, suddenly getting out of the car.

"But he said to stay in the car," Klaus said, but still following the girl from the car.

This time she snorted as she walked in a hurry up the steps "Yeah and he also said he didn't steal my bra when we were younger," she scoffed.

"Oh, I remember that. Who knew little old Five could hold that much rage," Klaus giggled.

Eight turned to smile at him, "That's my husband."

The two then silently went up the stairs that Deigo was currently on. Spotting him peaking around the corner.

"So, what's the plan here?" Klaus asked suddenly.

Diego sighed deeply, "I thought I told you two to stay in the car," He emphasized turning to the two.

"Yeah, but you also told me licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes," Klaus rebutted, bringing up his memory rather than hers, knowing it would cause a fight between the two.

Eight laughed remembering that conversation when they were little.

"We were eight," Diego said to his brother.

Klaus was about to step forward, but Diego stopped him.

"No, you two are going back in the car," He told the two being serious.

"Klaus get in the car, we'll be back," The blonde told Klaus, she worried more about the fragile man then the man next to her.

"Hey you don—" Diego started but he was teleported inside the empty room before he could say anything.

"I know the way those people think, they're gone," She said and right there the rev of an engine was heard, and the car drove off.

Diego opened the door and apparently too soon as the bullets started to rain on the group.

Eight stuffed her hands in her pockets and blocked the bullets from hitting her with an invisible force field. But it seemed life wasn't on Diego's side as she heard him groan when he was shot from one of the bullets.

"Idiot," Eight said as she saw his injured hand, and began walking away from the two followings, "We're taking the ice cream truck," Eight said as she stepped further out, not really looking around her surroundings.

"We have a c—" Diego said, but then he saw the condition it was in. How is it possible that she knows everything?

Eight teleported into the van, and jumped started the car, as it began to start she smiled. So, far everything was moving smoothly, well it won't but that's not the point.

"Get in the van losers, we're going after maniacs," She yelled to them, as she lowered the window.

And quickly they slid the door open as she began driving quickly in the direction she watched the two phychos go in.

As she pressed on the petal she felt Five's presence near. It was something that she was able to do since she was left alone. Some told her that is the feeling of souls being connected. Others said that it was just a second instinct. Well, whatever it was, she was fucked. She didn't tell Five they were coming and well here they were in an ice cream truck chiming the Ride of the Valkyries. It wasn't sudtle at all.

Eight looked out from the small window and mouthed sorry to the two. While Klaus waved at the two. Luther and Five were at the most confused as to what just happened. Eight knew what she had to do, she felt the early rift of what was coming.

She teleported and stood next to Five who quickly moved her behind Luther, but time seemed to slow down and come to a stop. That's when Eight realized what Five had done. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at her partner.

"You called her?" She seethed at her husband, her eye twitching at feeling.

"Love, I'm—"

She didn't wait for his apology; rather she stepped out from behind Luther and walked to the clearing of nothing, waiting for the woman. Better to get this shit out of the way now.

"Neat trick, isn't it?" The Handler's voice rang out, more nails on chalk thought Eight at the sight of the silver-headed woman clad in her black trench coat and signature red lips and heels.

"Hello, Five, Eight," she greeted, removing her glasses, "You look good, I mean look at you Eight, youthful and beautiful. Must be enjoying the new found strength?"

"It's good to see you again," Five said calmly, Eight rolls her eyes at the sentiment, she hated the woman more than she hated many other things in life.

"Feels like we met just yesterday, of course, you both were a little older then," she said smiling, "Congratulations you two. On the age regression, by the way. Very clever," She complimented.

"No need, my husband is just an idiot," The blonde emphasized knowing the woman always had more than a mutual liking for him. She found it disgusting, but who truly was the winner?

"Your attempts are futile, so why are you really here?" She asked the couple.

"I want you to put a stop to it," Five asked more than anything, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

The Handler raised her brows, "You realize what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me. What's meant to be is meant to be. That's our raison d'être."

Without hesitation, he whipped out a gun from his side and pointed it at her, "Yeah? Well, how about survival as a raison?" Five threatened.

Now, as a person who is sworn to tell all. Eight Hargreeves who's said to feel no different after returning to a younger age—well she coudln't help but fidget and bite her lip. That was hot.

"God if only we were alone," Eight commented biting her lip again at the situation.

Five's eyes flickered to the blonde for a second, "Really now?" he groaned.

The Handler watched the exchange and cringed, but looked back at Five, "I'll just be replaced. I'm but a small cog in a machine. This fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse...is just that a fantasy."

"Get to the point lady, before I blow your brains out," Eight deadpanned.

"Well, Mrs. Hargreeves, we are impressed with you two, you are quite something. We want to offer you a new position back at the Commission, in management," she said waving her fingers at the two.

Eight was actually surprised with the response of the wicked woman, "Pardon?"

"Come back to work for us again. You both know where you belong. Eight you have a huge reputation back there, people would love to have you back," she said with a smile trying to convince the teen girl.

"As you can see, that didn't work too well with my husband and myself," Eight said motioning around them, but she wasn't going to admit, she needed to check on a few things with the resources the Commission had to offer.

"Oh but you wouldn't be in the correction division but the work office, the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel," the woman said stepping closer to the two with each word, "We could reverse this, bring you back to your older age, I mean you can't be happy like this." She said, stepping closer towards the two—more to Five than Eight.

Eight was quick to step closer to her husbandand make the woman back up some steps as she knew she was capable of killing her here with no hesitation. At least she remembers her reputation.

"We're not looking for happiness," Five said, looking directly into the woman's eyes.

The Handler stepped forward and lifted her hand to touch Five's cheek, but her wrist was grabbed before she could.

"As much as I get that my husband is a beaut, get your old hands of him," she seethed, pushing her hand off, "Plus what would happen to my family?" she asked as well, now she was stepping forward to the woman.

"What about them?" She asked, feeling slightly intimidated by the blonde woman.

"I want them to survive," Five said pulling his wife closer to his side, but on the inside he was grinning at how territorial she was with him.

The women sighed looking back at Luther and the truck that held the other two, "All of them?"

"Yes all of them," Five scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, I'll see what I can do," The Handler said as she put her glasses back on, "Do we have a deal?" She said offering her hand to Eight who was closest.

The blonde looked over to Five for reassurance, that they were both agreeing to this. He nodded but lifted his finger motioning he had something to say to her.

Eight walked over to the boy, "The guns," he said motioning over to Hazel and Cha-Cha.

The girl nodded and walked over to them. Taking them apart as she scattered the pieces around. She walked back to duo, but Eight paused noticing the bullet by her head. So she turned to it and moved it so it would avoid hitting Luther.

Five grabbed Eight's hand and turned to shake The Handler's hand. And just like that time continued on as they disappeared.

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astersplace · 2 years

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five x reader - telescope

Five Hargreeves had always known everything. Since he was young, he was fully convinced that he would remain cold and tough for the rest of his life; that his way of living was the only correct one.

Sylvia Bancroft never wanted to stop learning. Since she was young, she had boundless curiosity, as well as love for everything she discovered.

They had met at Griddy’s Doughnuts one Saturday night. Or rather, very early morning. She had been doing an observation on the constellations and star clusters in her area. She loved the sky, but in order to see it, she had become nearly nocturnal, occasionally forgoing school the days after astral events. The pair of teenagers walked up to the counter of the diner around the same time. They both ordered coffee, black, accidentally speaking in unison. They turned to each other in surprise, both smart children taking note of the other’s eyes. They were both tired and confused, but they still shone with the same small spark of knowledge.

Five quickly returned to his siblings in a nearby booth. His eyes discreetly followed Sylvia as she scribbled a few things down in a small notebook while standing at the bar. The waitress gave her a cup, and she went outside. She squatted down on her knees and looked through a large telescope up at the sky.

Ben looked intrigued. Five was too, although the tried his best to hide it. While Reginald encouraged the children’s pursuit of knowledge, they rarely had time to learn things outside of their trainings and pre-planned studies. As the two boys looked away, they accidentally made eye contact with each other. Using only their eyes, they asked each other if they knew the girl.

Eventually, the family left the diner. She was still there when they walked out. She gave Five a warm smile when he stopped beside her. He looked up at the sky, observing, before she asked,

“D’you wanna use the telescope? I just fixed it up, it’s a really clear night.” He knelt down to look through the lens.

“You’re right, it’s beautiful out tonight,” he said gently, “thanks for letting me try it out.”

She nodded graciously as he caught up with his siblings.

They began to see each other more. They never spoke on the nights they noticed each other in the diner, but instead they would tag each other in paying for both of their coffees. Neither one minded, and neither one ever refused. They kept on for months, becoming friends without ever learning each other’s names.

This didn’t go unnoticed by his siblings, either. Every time he took extra money out of his wallet when he went to pay for the drinks, the more outspoken of the teens would make a suggestive face at him. He would scoff, but smile as soon as he had his back turned.

His last thought before jumping through time was her. He didn’t know exactly how large his jump would be, but he tried to extinguish the hope that wherever he ended up, she would be there.

As soon as he observed his surroundings, he prayed that she wasn’t there. The land was barren and dry, and he couldn’t see anything within his field of view that looked as he remembered it.

He lived like this for years. He was all alone, save for a mannequin he called Delores. He survived however he could. It took him decades to finally find an equation that would get him even remotely close to where he needed to be.

The first time he tried to jump, he returned to a reality that was much too far back. When he landed in the familiar doughnut shop, he noticed a few of his siblings sitting in their favorite booth. Before they could see him, he quickly dashed out the front door without a second thought. If he had thought through his decision, he might’ve noticed the girl looking through her telescope beside him, close enough to be transported with him in his shift.

After landing in his old home’s courtyard in front of older versions of all of his siblings, he hardly took in his surroundings before he felt a hand grab his wrist.

Turning around, he saw it was her. Without greeting any of his siblings, he turned fully to her and held her forearms, keeping her focus on him. Pulling her closer to him, he fumbled,

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re safe, it’s ok. My name is Five, what’s yours?”

“Sylvia,” she stuttered out. Upon realizing the familiar boy in front of her, she relaxed slightly. “Where am I?”

“I think we’re in 2019.”

As he looked at her, ignoring the calls of his siblings, he realized just how much he had missed her.

He found something so attractive about her normalcy. How she could try things she wanted to try, and could retreat whenever she wanted. How she could see things with her own eyes, and not be reprimanded for understanding it differently. How she could love things without being judged or called weak.

The truth was, he felt like he had known her for decades. He was ashamed to admit that he almost called her Delores when he first turned to see her. He would often lay on the rubble-covered ground with the mannequin and look up at the sky, pretending it was her. He didn’t even know her name.

“You’re hurt.”

When her thumb brushed over a small cut on his face, his barriers slowly crumbled into ash.

He wanted to feel normal, too.

#five hargreeves #umbrella academy #five #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #umbrella academy oc #five x oc #five x original character #he was very ooc in this but it’s fine #let me be corny

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watching the world burn oc x five hargreeves | masterlist slow burn relationship | TUA canon universe

inpsired themes by zbeez-outlet

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got seven of them.

well, that seven soon turned into an eight when a mysterious child with unknown background suddenly appeared at the man’s doorstep, with an unusually extraordinary ability. though, when tragedy strikes, another curios child with ties to the first appears.

the story will take place in three books, book one depicting season one and their childhood, season two in book two and season three in book three. I will take any and all criticism

viktor’s character

we all love and adore viktor(trans character in my favourite show>>) and as i do not want to be rude i will refer to him as vanya and or seven until season three, but until season three i will be using an androgynous description of them.

yes this is boyxboy, i dont care about your opinions if i am gay then this must be gay.

books

tragedy | doorstep

caught in time

whiskey and an ending world

#five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five x reader #x reader #hargreeves #hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #number five #five x oc #five hargreeves x oc

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mikasimaginairyworld · 11 months

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Öga for Öga (17/30)

The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: blood, violence, torture, alcohol

word count: 3593

1982. Somewhere at an inn with ridiculously dressed people.

Nailah eyed the note the Handler had given her and Five. They entered the wildly overdecorated inn and Five decided to ask an employee for directions.

"Excuse me.", he said in an incredibly polite tone which let Nailah raise her eyebrows.

"Uff da! You snuck up on me there." the woman jumped up lightly. "If you're looking to the cookies we don't put them up until 3 o'clock."

"I can hardly wait.", Five commented still in his polite voice. "Do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?"

"Sure so. Muskellunge Banquet Room.", the woman directed them. Nailah thanked her and they took course towards the room.

"I didn't know you could be polite. Where is that going on a daily basis?", Nailah teased as Five motioned to a snack vending machine.

He just scoffed: "It's only to get people to help me."

"How come I help you then? You're not polite to me.", Nailah countered as Five let some coins fall into the machine.

Five chuckled: "Well, my little Firecracker, I only needed to give you some half-assed compliments and you were ready to help me."

The machine whirred but the nut fudge Five wanted didn't bulge. Five frantically began pushing buttons and shaking the machine. Snacks began falling down from the shelves and Five got even angrier. Nailah just stood there with her arms crossed and an amused expression. Finally Five punched the glass causing it to crack up forming a net over the snacks. He cursed colourfully.

"Sure. Some cheap complements are the reason I'm helping you. Definitely not because you'd be completely lost without me.", Nailah commented and gracefully kicked the glass down. She bend down, picket up a nut fudge and handed it to Five.

"Hurry up. The board of directors won't assassinate itself.", she said pulling out her staff from under her skirt.

Five smirked at her eagerness. Nailah walked backwards letting the staff swoosh into its actual length. She flicked it skilfully and threw Five a daring smile. He just scoffed, slowly walking towards her and ran his finger along the length of the huge cake on display. He licked off the frosting and Nailah just rolled her eyes playfully urging him to hurry up. Five spotted a fire axe and grabbed it standing next to Nailah in front of the door.

"Let's get to work, then.", he said and they walked inside the corridor with their weapons raised.

It didn't take them long to find the meeting. A pretty large group of people were sat around an oval table and at the end of it a humanoid with a fishtank as its head was leading the meeting.

"You!", the fishtank exclaimed as he saw Five. "Call security!"

A woman rolled back in her chair towards the phone but before she could reach it Nailah had cut off her arm with the sharp end of her staff. Five smiled at her wildly. He blitzed and in the next second two of the board members were lying on the ground with grotesque wounds on their bodies. Five just stood beside them and adjusted his tie.

Nailah chuckled: "So vain." Five made a gesture indicating it was her turn. Nailah returned the psychotic smile and gracefully began twisting with her staff. One by one the right side of the room was annihilated in the most elegant manner. Nailah cut, stabbed and punched with incredible precision and speed spraying blood all over her skirt, boots, blouse and face. Men and women were screaming for a short while then the life left their eyes. Five waited for a second before he blitzed around finishing off the left side of the room to admire Nailah.

Five blitzed around slashing his axe around in a not so elegant but equally effective way. Soon his own suit and face were also sprayed with blood. He inhaled deeply as he appeared on the table in front of the fishtank man.

"She sent you, didn't she?", the man gurgled.

"Does it really matter now?", he asked in an evil voice.

Five raised his axe but before he could let it fall down he heard Nailah laugh. Actually laugh. His jerked in her direction for a split second where he saw her bury her staff in a board member's chest while a manic giggle escaped her lips. He saw the deathly spark in her eyes as she transporter her power through the. staff and burned the member from the inside out. A satisfied smirk painted her lips as she quickly withdrew her weapon and skilfully flicked it.

Five realised he was suddenly only out of breath but before he could regain his breathing pace he got knocked down by the lady who had given them directions.

"You're gonna pay for that vending machine, mister!", she shrieked holding incredibly tight. Five struggled to breathe and get free until suddenly the woman stopped moving. Five looked up seeing Nailah covered in blood with her staff in the woman's chest. She was panting heavily and Five's breath hitched again.

"Come on. The fishman went that way.", she said pulling him up.

Five cursed and grabbed an old, flat bat and both he and Nailah ran back through the corridor. They spotted the fishman and Five smirked at Nailah blitzing in front of him.

The fishman stuttered and turned around. Nailah was standing behind him with her hands on fire and. a determined expression. She smiled a small, psychotic smile which was even more ominous in the fire light. Five inhaled deeply.

"It's me or him, buddy. Chose.", Nailah told the fishman crooking her head.

The fishman turned around again: "I'm sure we con come to some sort of agreement that benefits both parties. Quid pro quo?"

"Why not?", Five imitated Nailah's psychotic smile and began hitting the fishman. With each hit he accentuated: "Here's your quid. Here's your pro. Here's your quo."

With the last phrase he. knocked the fishtank off the fishman's body spraying water everywhere. Nailah elegantly formed a shield of fire keeping her from getting wet. She nonchalantly approached the small goldfish that had been residing in the fishtank.

"Hmm. So that's who you've been working for? A fish? Explains a lot.", she scoffed.

Five didn't answer just grabbed a bag and put the fish inside along with some water. Walking back to where they had hidden the suitcase Nailah felt Five glance in her direction a couple of times.

"What is it?", she asked scratching the blood off her fingernails.

"Blood looks good on you.", Five blurted out with a smile.

Nailah raised an eyebrow but chuckled: "I know, it's my favourite accessory." Five smiled at her amused and extended a hand for the to travel back. She took it and Five felt the warmth that was always accompanying her wrap around him like a comforting blanket.

Before the blue energy wave could consume them Nailah snickered: "Blood suits you too, Five."

Back in 1963 the Handler let Five and Nailah wait for her. Nailah was leaning against a building and playing with her staff. while Five was nervously biting his nails.

"Well?", the Handler asked as soon as she appeared. Five handed her the plastic bag with the fish inside.

"AJ!", she exclaimed. "You know, you're really staring to fill out this tight little suit of yours.", she said eying him hungrily.

Nailah made a disgusted face and shuddered.

"Why so quiet? I. thought you'd be buzzing after this mornings slaughter.", she asked.

Five didn't look at her: "All this killing... I'm done with it."

"What? Am I supposed to take that seriously?", the Handler smiled. and began wiping the blood off of Five's face.

"All I did today I did for my family. I did it to save the world.", Five assured with a determined look.

"Please. Spare your little assassin with the heart of gold, will ya?", the Handler booped Five's nose. "Here. As per. our agreement this will get you and your siblings back to 2019. You have 90 minutes."

"You said nothing about a time limit!", Nailah shouted after her angrily.

The Handler smiled: "Actually you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds. Better hurry."

"This is impossible, okay? Our siblings are scattered across the city.", Five tried to reason.

The Handler scoffed: "Nothing's impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board."

"We need more time.", Nailah demanded with fire in her eyes.

"Any more time and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period the better off we'll all be, so ticktock, ticktock.", the Handler smiled and Nailah grunted in frustration.

At Elliott's house Diego and Luther found the poor host absolutely mutilated.

"Oga Foroga.", Diego read the inscription painted on the floor with Elliott's blood. "That a name?"

Luther and Diego found her in the phonebook under Olga Foroga. They immediately called her.

"Uh, hello? Olga? It's her she sounds old. Excuse me ma'am I was wondering if- My name? is uh Luther Hargreeves -", Luther was interrupted by Diego taking him the phone away.

"You killed. one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you.", Diego threatened. "You will be dead by nightfall."

"Hey, it's Öga for Öga, idiots. Swedish for 'an eye for an eye'.", Five corrected appearing behind them and taking off his blood stained jacket. "It means the swedes killed Elliott."

"Wrong number. Have a lovely day.", Diego chipped into the phone and hung up.

"We would've gotten there.", Luther said hopefully.

"Eventually.", Diego added.

"You have some blood on you.", Luther commented seeing Five's bloodstained clothes.

"A lot of blood actually. Jesus, Five what happened?", Diego asked.

"Nothing anyone can prove.", Nailah answered walking into the kitchen with equally bloody clothes.

"Guys, what did you do?", Luther asked angrily as Nailah began changing as well.

Nailah smiled wickedly as she discarded her bloody blouse: "You wouldn't approve, Primo."

"We've found a way home.", Five said peeking out of the bathroom.

"Move.", Nailah pushed him away in her underwear and splashed cold water into her face, washing the blood away.

"What? How?", Luther asked.

Five's gaze lingered for a second on Nailah's bare back before he answered: "The details are irrelevant, but we made a deal to get back to our timeline."

"What about doomsday?", Diego asked handing Nailah a fresh shirt and skirt.

"Won't happen. Just like the apocalypse.", she answered.

"Okay, no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others. Luther, get Allison. Diego, Nailah: Klaus. I have a feeling we're gonna need both of you. I'll go get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77minutes. Here. I've synchronised these watches.", Five explained quickly.

"Whoa. Hold on. You just show up here, drenched in blood and expect us to just believe you when you say you have a way for us to go home? What about JFK?", Diego stopped Five.

"Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We're taking it.", Five insisted.

"I've gotta say goodbye to Lila."

"You really don't, Diego. She doesn't give a shit about you. She never did. She's a member of the commission.", Nailah exclaimed angrily tying her boots.

"She was just using you to get to me. You're the Oswald of this story, my friend.", Five added and blitzed away.

Diego angry and frustrated left without waiting for Nailah. Before she could try to catch up to him Five appeared next. to her and grabbed her arm.

"Keep an eye on him, will ya? I've got a feeling he's gonna do something stupid.", he whispered.

Nailah jerked her head upwards, pretending to be offended: "Don't worry, Five. I've got this. I can handle him."

"Klaus, you're so filthy!", Klaus sighed as Nailah and Diego approached him. He had a pretty girl sitting on his lap.

"Yes, you are, daddy.", she chuckled and began kissing him.

"Hey, daddy.", Nailah shouted crossing her arms.

"You got a sec?", Diego asked.

"Diego! Nailah!", Klaus exclaimed and immediately followed them.

"You need to come with us. Five found a way home.", Nailah explained while Diego pulled Klaus with them.

"It's so great talking to you guys again.", Klaus lulled.

"Klaus, are you high?", Nailah asked looking at his sceptically.

"I'm not Klaus. I'm Ben.", he assured.

"Oh, you're high."

"No, ask me something only Ben would know.", Klaus or Ben insisted.

Diego sighed: "What did you reprogram Allison's teddybear to say?"

Klaus smiled: "Luther sniffs dad' underwear."

Nailah chuckled in disbelief and threw her arms around Ben in Klaus' body. Diego quickly joined.

"I don't get it, Klaus said. you didn't make it to Dallas.", Diego let go and Nailah wiped a tear from her cheek.

Ben chuckled and let his thumb caress Nailah's other cheek: "Well, Klaus says lots of things. But guess what. I can possess him now and it's freaking awesome."

"Okay, you can tell us everything back in 2019. But you stay in this body, okay? We need someone responsible behind the wheel. Oh and I need to do something first. Meet me at the alley in 30minutes alright? Don't be late.", Diego said and went off.

"Wha-?", Nailah groaned. "Can you get there alone? I promised Five I'd keep Diego from doing stupid stuff."

"Yes, of course. God, I missed you.", Ben smiled and planted a soft kiss on Nailah's head. Nailah smiled back and quickly followed Diego.

"Diego, what the hell are we doing?", Nailah jogged behind Diego nearly unable to keep up.

"We aren't doing anything. I am burying Elliott. He deserved better."

"Fine. But I'm helping."

Together they hauled Elliott's body to an abandoned place where Diego began digging. Nailah had gone looking for flowers and not soon after she was gone Diego sensed Lila's presence.

"Oh good. It's you and your stupid face.", he scoffed not even bothering to look back.

"Weird time to garden.", Lila commented. "Can we talk? The truth this time?"

Diego scoffed: "Oh I know the truth. You used me, Lila. You're a liar."

"Come on, what did I really lie about?"

"Who you are, who you work for, why you're here, what you want from us. That's all."

"Yeah, but the rest was true.", she insisted. "Everyone lies, Diego. And I was only lying to protect you. Mostly."

Diego stopped digging and looked at her. Covered in sweat and panting his gaze expressed nothing but pain and disappointment.

"Do you know how hard it is to trust people when your whole childhood was bullshit manipulation?", he asked. "Why would you do that to me?"

Lila couldn't answer the question. Instead she just looked at the body Diego was about to bury. She immediately recognised the green fingernails she had painted and as a way to honour Elliott she proposed a quick toast. Diego looked at her sceptically. Lila took a sip from her flask and handed it to Diego. He sighed but also took sip. Not soon after he felt incredibly dizzy and when he saw Lila spit out the contents she had kept in her mouth he immediately realised she had drugged him. Diego fell on the ground unconscious.

"Hey.", Luther came running towards Five at the alley. "Where is everyone?"

"You're the first.", Five smiled hopelessly.

Suddenly they saw Klaus stumbling and struggling with some invisible force approach them. before he reached them, however, he fell down twice and ran into the wall a couple of times.

"We're here!", he shouted shaking violently while t-posing aggressively.

"What do you mean, 'we'?", Five asked confused.

Klaus just groaned: "Get out!"

Then he vomited the contents from the last few days out and collapsed on the pavement panting heavily. Luther groaned in disgust as Five looked around frantically.

"I can't believe it. I mean you're here.", Luther shouted irritated and massaged his temples.

"We've got 8 minutes left.", Five announced.

"I've had the strangest dream.", Klaus groaned from the ground.

"Where are the others?", Five's voice was on edge.

"What's going on, guys? Are we going somewhere?", Klaus asked after a while of Five's nervous pacing.

"It was a simple task. A simple task!", Five shouted frustrated. "All we had to do was be here. Didn't have to fight a giant sea monster, no. An army of mutants? Nein. I can't believe this. It was handed to us on a silver platter."

"Can you just moan a little softer? My head is killing me.", Klaus whined sitting up.

"Listen to me, you useless puke bag, we just blew our chance to save the world!", Five screamed.

The suitcase sitting next to them gave a whirring sound indicating it was ready to transport them through time.

Five groaned: "God damn it." He grabbed the suitcase and threw it in the air. Blue energy whirred and the suitcase disappeared.

Five sighed: "We were that close."

Nailah ripped her eyes open. A muffled groan escaped her lips. She quickly realised she was gagged and in a small room. Luckily she wasn't blindfolded. Her head jerked around the room. There was pretty much nothing to see. She tried to move but her hands were tied behind her back. Nothing indicated at being watched but just out of habit Nailah decided to not use her powers until absolutely necessary.

Her head was pounding as faint memories returned. Walking around the abandoned place and picking flowers for Elliott. Someone sneaking up from behind and knocking her out.

A door opened and a tall man came inside wearing dark gloves.

"Nailah Hargreeves. Number Eight. Am I correct?", he asked in a smooth voice.

Nailah let out a muffled mumbled through her gag.

"Oh, yes, sorry. My mistake. Better?", the man removed the gag.

Nailah slid her tongue over her teeth and lips. She gave the man an amused smile: "Much."

"Perfect. Then we can begin. Your name is Nailah Hargreeves. Please confirm or deny."

Nailah chuckled: "Whoa there. Buy me dinner first, then we'll talk."

The man smiled at her in a condescending manner: "Miss, I don't think I've been clear. You will cooperate or you will suffer. It is entirely up to you."

Nailah laughed: "Is that a promise?"

"Suffering it is, then.", the man's eyes darkened dangerously.

Nailah crooked her head and smiled wickedly: "Bring it on."

Without warning the man punched her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. Nailah coughed violently and panted trying to regain her breath.

"Well. Let's continue, then."

"Did your mother love you?", Nailah asked out of breath.

"What?", the man looked at her confused.

"Well, it just seems that someone who tortures poor, innocent and totally defenseless girl has to have some issues. Your punching is absolutely trash by the way. So? Who was it? Mommy or daddy?", Nailah asked.

The man began stuttering still shocked and confused.

Nailah blew a strand of hair out of her face: "Mm, mm, mm, mommy?", she mocked. "That's what I thought. It won't be much of a consolation for you to know that she wouldn't be proud of you. Hell, she probably isn't. She's probably sitting somewhere at the beach surrounded by expensive gifts and cocktails just w waiting for all the admirers to take care of her. She's not even thinking about you."

Nailah smirked seeing the man getting more and more insecure. It had been a lucky guess about the mommy issues. but. she knew how to use any information she had to her advantage.

"I'll do you even one better. She's probably happy she left you. All alone. To do nothing but useless stuff. I mean what even is your job? Beating up girls? Does that pay? I can't imagine that it does. It seems that you're doing it to get back. at your mommy. But newsflash. She doesn't care. Juts like she didn't all those years ago when she left you. And yet here you are, still thinking about her while she has forgotten about you.", Nailah. continued.

With satisfaction she leaned back and watched the man escape the room. She heard him sob lightly before the door closed.

Not soon after that a new torturer came. This time a woman. Nailah smiled psychotically.

She crooked her head: "Now let's see what your issue is, shall we?"

The woman only punched her face letting Nailah taste blood. Nailah send her another smirk: "Try again. This time harder."

Diego opened his eyes and realised he was strapped to a chair with Lila next to him and a strange woman eyeing him suspiciously.

"Diego, meet my mother.", Lila said not looking at him. "Mother, this is Diego, my boyfriend."

-> The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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