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alaffy · 2 years

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The Umbrella Academy, Ep. 1x03 – Extra Ordinary

If there is one thing I have loved in this series since the first episode, it is the soundtrack. Honestly, I’ve been having the most fun listening to their song choices. That being said, I am starting to get more into the show. I had a feeling that, after the first two or three episodes set up the world, it would be much more interesting.

We get to see a glimpse of what happened after Vanya wrote her autobiography. It doesn’t seem like it was a best seller, and it pissed her family off. Not that I’m very sympathetic about the family being pissed off. I do think the others think of Vanya as a sibling, but they are very…it’s clear that they see her as something weaker than them. We also see her getting close to Leonard, who I still don’t trust.

One thing I haven’t really mentioned is Klaus’ addictions; that are clearly caused by the fact that he is tormented by the dead. While I enjoy Klaus’ antics on the show, I do hope that they eventually figure out a way to ease his pain.

We find out that Allison did a really, really horrible thing in that she used her power in order to stop her daughter for misbehaving. No, it’s more then that. She wanted her daughter to stop misbehaving so, instead of dealing with her child’s behavior, she used her powers to control her mind and emotions so that the behavior would stop. I can understand why Allison’s ex doesn’t want Allison around.

Five basically sits this one out, more or less, as he is sitting in a van and watching (sometimes following) the doctors from where the eye will be created. It looks like there’s some sort of conspiracy, which no shit, but yeah that’s his issue this ep.

The biggest event happens around Mom, the android that raised the family. It turns out Mom was in the room when Dad died and seemed to steel the Monocle. Luther wonders if Mom poisoned Dad and calls a family meeting. It seems doubly suspicious when Vanya mentions that Dad told her that Mom was programed to act if a family member was in danger and yet she ignored the signs of the heart attack. Diego, at this point, admits to steeling the Monocle because he knew that, if Luther found it in Mom’s possession, Luther would assume Mom did kill Dad. So, there are two questions that are put to the family: one, did Mom purposely kill Dad or is there a malfunction in her programing; and two, even if it is a malfunction, do we deactivate Mom? The family is split 3-2 in favor of deactivating Mom (well, 4-2 but only Klaus knows about Ben’s vote); still no decisions will be final until Number Five has a chance to vote. (Um, hello, what about Pogo?)

The reason why Diego is so adamant about not turning off Mom is because he seems to be the closest to her. It turns out, as a child, he had a severe stutter and it was her that helped find ways to manage it. But because she helped him, something it is implied was seen as a weakness by Dad, Diego is the one who noticed how poorly Mom was treated.

Meanwhile, Hazel and Cha-Cha are still looking for Number Five. They manage to talk to the waitress at the donut shop and she mentions that Number Five had a tattoo, which she draws for them. Of course, the tattoo is the mark of The Umbrella Academy and so they go to the home to find Five. What they find, instead, is the rest of the siblings who don’t take kindly to people shooting up their house. During the fight, Vanya is hurt and Luther is revealed to be some kind of Beast (Like if the Mutant Beast had somehow only partially mutated). Hazel and Cha-Cha manage to escape, but Cha-Cha takes a serious wound and Hazel, well, he takes Klaus and stores him in a car trunk.

At the same time, it becomes apparent that Mom is, in fact, malfunctioning. Diego goes upstairs to check on her after the fight and realizes she didn’t know anything had happened. Diego also sees that Mom is unaware that she is sowing into her own arm. Realizing that there is something really wrong with Mom, Diego decides to deactivate her. Of course, instead of letting everyone know what he did, he decides to take his anger out on Vanya and call her a liability. Robin tries to be more tactful, but pretty much says the same thing. And that’s why Vanya goes running to Leonard; which is probably a bad thing.

#the umbrella academy #vanya hargreeves #robin hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #the boy #hazel #cha-cha #allison hargreeves

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auxiliarydetective · 1 year

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Kassandra Hargreeves' Scenes, S01E04: Man on the Moon

It's time for Kassandra to be the mom friend/sibling of the group. Maybe she got more from Grace than just her cooking skills

Kassandra followed Diego and Luther inside the Argyle Public Library, holding Five’s copy of Vanya’s autobiography in her hands. To be fully honest, she regretted going with them. The two of them had done nothing but quarrel since even before leaving. At least that meant they were too busy to pick on her. Diego especially seemed to have developed a strong dislike for her.

The three of them decided to split up to find Five faster. Hopefully, he was really here. He was the one reason Kassandra still thought it was a good idea she had gone. Luther and Diego might be fully capable of finding him by themselves, but she felt like Five might need her, not anyone else. She was the one who knew what was going on with the apocalypse after all.

The library was gigantic. Hundreds of shelves across multiple floors, thousands of books. How would they ever find Five here? Well, they had to try. Kassandra knew she would search everywhere. Finally, she reached the top floor, at the same time as Luther and Diego. While they got to discussing whatever again, she kept looking around.

Suddenly, she heard the stirred-up whispers of two women.

“Where are his parents?”

“I’m calling security.”

Quickly, Kassandra followed the voices. There he was. Five was sleeping on the ground between two pillars, with a mannequin in his arms and an empty vodka bottle in his hand. Well, it wasn’t much of a mannequin. It had only one arm and no legs. But he clung to it in his drunkenness like one might cling to a lover. The pillars around him were scribbled with equations just like the ones in his copy of Vanya’s book.

“Five”, Kassandra gasped.

She hurried back to where she had left Luther and Diego. The two of them were still having their discussion.

“And things will never go back to the way things used to be”, Diego stated.

“Before you go on”, Kassandra quickly cut in before Luther could talk, “I found Five and I need your help with him.”

“What, does the little psycho not wanna go?”

“He’s drunk, and I think he’s sleeping too. We should get him out of here fast, I think one of the librarians is calling security.”

Luther sighed. “He’s always been trouble.”

Kassandra swiftly led Luther and Diego back to where Five was sitting. The coast was still clear.

“Drunk as a skunk”, Diego chuckled. “Come on, Kass, you’re the caretaker here, do something.”

Carefully, Kassandra kneeled down in front of Five and shook him lightly.

“Five…? Five… Wake up.”

Five groaned and his head dropped to his chest. Then, he opened his eyes and looked at Kassandra.

“Oh… It’s you… Is mommy coming to pick me up from school?” he chuckled.

“Yes, mommy’s coming to pick you up”, Kassandra smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. “But I can’t carry you, so Luther will do that. Right, Luther?”

“Alright, come on”, Luther sighed. He scooped Five up from the ground like a training dummy. As he did that, the mannequin fell out of Five’s arms.

“No, Delores!” he cried out.

Quickly, Kassandra picked “Delores” up and put her back into Five’s arms. Then, she collected the bottle from the ground.

“Alright, let’s get out of here”, Diego said.

They snuck their way out of the library and into the back alley. In the state he was in, it was better not to let Five into any car. So, they had silently elected to walk.

“We can’t go back to the Academy”, Luther stated. “It’s not secure there. Those psychopaths could come back any moment.”

“My place is closer”, Diego offered. “No one will look for him there.”

Five let out a small belch as he was hanging there in Luther’s arms like an overcooked noodle. Immediately, Luther smelled danger.

“If you vomit on me-”

“You know what’s funny?” Five cut in.

“No, what?” Kassandra asked calmly.

Diego was a lot less calm. He marched ahead of the group, looking fully annoyed. Luther wasn’t much better.

“Ah! I’m going through puberty”, Five remarked. “Twice. And I… I drank that whole bottle, didn’t I?”

“You did”, Kassandra said. “A little much for your small body.”

“Well, that’s what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye. Poof, it’s gone. … What are you guys talking about?”

Luther sighed. “Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night”, he explained.

“They came looking for you!” Diego announced in a sarcastically cheery voice. “So I need you to focus. What do they want?”

Kassandra pulled off her glove and put her hand on Five’s hand. The oncoming wave of drunkenness almost knocked her over, but it might just be their only way of getting clear answers for her to piece together all she could read out.

“Hazel and Cha-Cha”, Five slurred.

“Who?”

“You know, I hate codenames”, Luther said.

“Oh, the best of the best, except me, of course.”

“The best at what?”

“You know…”, Five trailed off, “Delores always said she hated it when I drink. She said it made me surly-”

“Hey!” Diego shouted and turned around to look at him. The whole group came to a stop. “I need you to focus. What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want?” he asked very clearly.

Five just grinned like this was all a game to him. He said nothing.

“We just wanna protect you.”

“Protect me?” Five echoed. “I don’t need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I’ve killed?”

“... No.”

“I’m the Four frickin’ Horsemen!” he boasted. “The apocalypse is coming.”

Then, he vomited on the ground. Kassandra immediately brushed his hair out of his face. The poor guy. He would feel absolutely horrible in the morning and it was questionable how long he still felt good now.

“Anything from you, Kass?” Diego asked while looking away from the scene.

“Nothing that would change the original plan”, Kassandra murmured as she started gently rubbing Five’s back.

“Even if there was, she couldn’t tell us”, Luther grumbled. At least the vomit was going past him.

Finally, Five had stopped. He was breathing heavily and groaned as he settled back into his original position. Gently, Kassandra wiped his mouth with a tissue, despite his struggling.

“Why don’t you sleep a little, Five?” she suggested, running her fingers through his hair.

“But I’m not tired”, Five protested. “Hey, is there still something left in the bottle?”

“I threw the empty bottle away”, Kassandra said. She gave Luther a little nudge to start walking again. It was best if they kept moving. Besides, she wasn’t sure this little trick would work at all. After all, she wasn’t Allison. “And I do think you are very tired. I’ll even sing you to sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep.”

But Kassandra started humming, her hand on Five’s head. In her mind, she made her intentions clear, and she sent them over to Five through her telepathy. Only the calmest thoughts reached him. Softly, she started singing:

“Lay down your head and I’ll sing you a lullaby. Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay. And I’ll sing you to sleep and I’ll sing you tomorrow, bless you with love for the road that you go.”

Diego regarded her sceptically and she could feel Luther’s eyes on her too, but she kept her mind on one intention only: Sleep. To lull Five off to sleep. The thoughts she sent him were calming, caring, all the love she could gather from her heart. Really, she could feel Five get calmer and his mind get quieter with every line she sang.

“May there always be angels to watch over you, to guide you each step of the way, to guard you and keep you safe from all harm, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay.”

Finally, his head dropped back and he snored quietly. Kassandra removed her hand and smiled.

“You can do that?” Diego asked, arms crossed. “Don’t ever do that to me, I swear.”

“I didn’t expect it to work”, Kassandra said quietly. “I’m not Allison, I can’t bend reality. But I have some power over the mind. I’m sure if Five hadn’t been drunk, it wouldn’t have worked.”

“He wouldn’t even have let you close.”

“That too. But I doubt his mind would have been open enough to suggestions either. It’s like hypnosis, it all depends on how cooperative the subject is. Well, I suppose it is hypnosis.”

Like this, they reached Diego’s place soon. It was the backroom at a boxing place. Not much of a place, Kassandra thought, but if he liked living there… Gently, Luther put Five down on the bed while Diego put Delores on a chair. All three of them found themselves staring at Five for a while.

“Funny”, Diego said. “If I didn’t know he was such a prick, I’d say he looks almost adorable in his sleep.”

“I think we all looked adorable when we were thirteen”, Kassandra remarked, only to be met with resistance.

Steps were heard out in the hallway. Immediately, Diego told everyone to be quiet and pulled out one of his knives. But Kassandra sensed no danger. Still, she decided to obey. They had just now reached terms of neutrality. Quickly, Diego pulled open the door.

“You throw another one of those knives at me, I’m pressing charges!” the voice of an old man came from outside.

Diego scoffed. “What do you want, Al?”

A boxing trainer came in. His face didn’t look like he was one, but his attire made you assume he was. “I ain’t your secretary.”

“Yeah”, Diego mumbled without interest.

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

“What lady?”

“I dunno, some, uh, detective. I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or something.”

“Patch?”

Now, Diego was alert. Kassandra could feel a wave of worry rushing over. It was almost like he was in love. Was he in love? He was in love. He loved her.

“She needs you to meet her at a motel, a dump on Calhoun.”

“When?”

“About half an hour ago. Uh, said she found your brother.”

Now, Kassandra too was electrocuted. Five was here. But that could only mean the brother in question was…

“Klaus!” she gasped. “I knew it meant trouble that I couldn’t find him!”

She was already storming for the exit when she ran into Diego’s arm. “You’re staying here”, he demanded. “You’ll only get in the way. I’ve got this.”

Then, Diego sprinted off. Kassandra was left there with large, pleading eyes and a hole in her heart. Helpless, she looked back at Five and Luther and tried to console herself with the fact that she might be needed here when Five woke up.

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua oc #oc: kassandra hargreeves #fanfiction #kass rewrites #fam: the loneliest

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impala67-aka-baby · 3 years

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Five: Ok so I'm back in the normal world.

Five: What did I miss?

Vanya: Books.

Five: Uh huh

Five: Tell me the one that will make me cry the most.

Vanya: Besides my autobiography?

Five: I-

#incorrect quotes #tua #the umbrella Academy #incorrect the umbrella academy quotes #five #five hargreeves #vanya #vanya hargreaves #number five #number seven #the umbrella Academy quotes #lol #books #vanya's autobiography #cry

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amusewithaview · 5 years

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Me, twenty minutes into E2 of Umbrella Academy: BEN IS LIVING THE DREAM. Incorporeal? No responsibilities? Gets to hang around his Hot Mess(TM) sibling and judge his life choices while engaging in witty banter? Where do I sign up for this retirement plan?

#umbrella academy #amuse watches media #ben is life goals #diego handcuffed in the back of a police vehicle should be the start of at least 17 smut fics #pretty sure that luther and alli wanna bone and idk how much i care about them navigating the whole not siblings but also siblings thing #like who's their daddy?#they probably ARE all cosmically related in some way #so either way you shake it that's incest yo #also still rooting for someone SOMEWHERE to give sad dreary mess vanya a fucking break and a hug #girl needs therapy right now and also for the past eight years #actually gonna say this now anyone who goes ahead and publishes an autobiography should have a mandatory two years therapy before publishing #and then after publishing #this should be an irl rule

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 2 years

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Saudade and Salsa | Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Prompt: Time

Words: 1263

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Your plans for a wedding were interrupted by Diego's adoptive father passing away and the two of you travel back to the Umbrella Academy where you meet his siblings for the first time. While they welcome you to their home, you were still an outsider discovering pieces of their broken family.

Continuation of [Weddings and Funerals].

Allison had gone off to do her own thing for a while, which left you and Vanya to your own devices. The two of you went into the library room to talk, but once there, Vanya couldn’t help but gravitate towards the bookshelf. You stood in front of the portrait of Five, as Diego had called him. The sibling that went missing.

“This is a big house,” you commented.

Vanya looked away from the shelf briefly and chuckled. “Yeah. Can you believe it? Our dad bought a bunch of buildings and mashed them into one whole place and converted it into this.” They waved a book at their surroundings.

“It’s crazy… not a place to bring your friends over, I imagine.”

They shook their head. “No. Not many opportunities to make friends outside of here, either. Especially when you’re siblings with them.”

You followed Vanya’s line of sight and saw the portrait with all the members of the Umbrella Academy. “No. I guess not. Diego said he left when he was eighteen. You as well?” You were tempted to sit on one of the sofas, but didn’t want to get too comfortable.

“Well, everyone wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, so… I guess we all left one by one.” They ran a finger along the spines of the books before stopping on a particular one. “Where did you and Diego meet?”

“At the gym that he works at. I was learning mixed martial arts at the time and the trainer had told Diego to spar with me. When I knocked him down, he asked me out.”

“That’s really cute,” Vanya said with a genuine smile. “You two look really cute together. I mean, I’m happy for you guys, just, you know, never thought Diego would… or well, anyone really-”

“Deal with his assholery. Yeah, I must be lucky.”

A laugh escaped their mouth. “Yeah… Diego wasn’t always like that, though.”

You nodded. “So I’ve heard.” And read, you wanted to add. “I can’t wait to hear of any embarrassing stories of young Diego.”

“You’d have to ask the others. We didn't normally… hang out together once we got older. They were busy, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod, knowing exactly what they meant. “I would say it’s hard to think that the man that almost burned down my kitchen after teaching me ballroom dancing was a crime fighting kid, but he still is.”

Vanya laughed, covering their face with a book. “Wait until he hears you.”

You shrugged it off. “Nah, he’ll be fine.”

“Welcome home, Vanya,” Pogo said, making the both of you turn.

Vanya smiled. “Pogo,” they said with relief, hugging him.

You smiled at their warm display of affection, yet it felt like you were intruding in their family reunion. You weren’t feeling it earlier, but learning more about this family and actually meeting them in person, there was more hidden under the surface that you had no business knowing.

“It’s good to see you.” He looked down at their hand. “Ah, yes, your autobiography.”

Vanya pursed their lips, lowering their head. “Do you know, um, did he ever read it?”

Pogo hummed, then shook his head. “No, not that I’m aware of.”

There was a defeated and tired look that settled across Vanya’s face. As if they were expecting as much. You wanted to open your mouth and say that you had read it, that you understood where they were coming from, but you didn’t. It wasn’t your place and you weren’t the one that they needed to hear those words from. No, that person was gone and made into ash.

You left them to catch up, making your way back upstairs where Grace was sitting, surrounded by paintings. She had a piece of fabric and a threaded embroidery needle in her hand, but she did not move. Those bright eyes that you saw when you were first introduced to her and dulled, as if frozen on a sullen thought.

When you stood next to her seat, she looked up and smiled. “Hello, my dear. How can I help you?”

You weren’t sure whether to tell Diego your concerns or not, knowing how close he was with his mother. He said that it was one of the very few things that were good in that academy. On one hand, he could help find out what’s wrong with her, but on the other hand, he might be in denial that there was anything to fix.

“Can I sit here for a while?” you asked, pointing at the seat behind her.

“Be my guest.”

“So, that was interesting,” you said cheerfully, having resumed lounging on the couch with Diego’s head on your lap after meeting his siblings.

He grunted. You could tell that his mind was preoccupied, his fingers twirling a small dagger around like it was natural. You didn’t mind the knives much, only when he ruined the furniture with them.

You sighed, running a hand through his hair. His fiddling stopped as his eyes closed, his head leaning into your hand.

Music began to flow throughout the house, making Diego’s eyes shoot open. He flung the dagger across the room, landing it right on the moose head hanging above. He gave you a smirk, kicking himself up and hurried over to close the doors. Before the doors shut, he could see Vanya stepping down from the stairs to stand in the middle of the foyer. The corner of lips almost turned up until he remembered what they did. Some things weren’t forgiven so easily just because of a moment of nostalgia.

Diego spun on his heels and held a hand out to you.

“What are you doing?” you asked with a smile, taking his hand tentatively.

He shimmied his shoulders playfully before spinning you around. His hands firmly pulled you against him as he swayed to the upbeat music. “First dance for our wedding?” he said.

“I’ve accepted the fact that nothing was going to be normal when I started dating you.”

“Less talking and more dancing!”

You giggled, spinning out with your hand outstretched. He tugs on your hand and you spin back into his arms before doing his own spin. As he wrapped his arms around you, he suddenly dipped you low, his face inches from yours. With a cheeky grin, he leans down to capture your lips until-

A loud rumble rattled through the mansion, flickering lights as the wind picked up outside. Diego’s grip on you slacked, leaving you to use the carpet to break your descent. You grunted, feeling Diego lift you by the arms before running outside.

You ran out after him, seeing his siblings already gathered at the courtyard. A mysterious anomaly appeared in midair, some kind of vortex or portal with an old man trying to push through. Luther stood in front of everyone, holding them back as he inched forward. Diego pushed you behind him and you immediately held his shoulders as you watched the old man break through and fall to the cold ground of the courtyard looking much younger and more recognizable.

“Does anyone else see little number Five standing there, or is it just me?” Klaus asked, hoping that he wasn’t seeing another sibling as a ghost.

The young boy dusted himself off and regarded the group in front of him. There was no mistaking who he was, the missing brother, Five. He looked down at his oversized clothing, then back at his siblings with a frown.

“Shit.”

Talk about perfect timing.

#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #tua #tua imagine #the umbrella academy imagine

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Serene | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five’s wife has a room in their apartment for her own safe keeping. But Diego’s daughter accidentally reveals her biggest secret.

Her scent was heavenly—a beautiful desired mix of coffee, chocolate, and old books. Waking up beside her was like waking up in a coffee shop during sunrise. Her scent resembled her nature and her personality to a tea.

She was calm, collective, resourceful, and quiet. Much different than he himself. Number Five was just as innovative as her. But he found himself more different than similar. He often acted upon impulse and unable to rest. To his siblings, they were bewildered at how the two of them spent a multitude of years together in an apocalypse.

Nevertheless, opposites attract.

Regardless, she didn’t speak up. Instead, she hid in a corner with a book agreeing with the other person instead of saying her point of view. She hated conflict more than anything. Five, on the other hand, would only make conflict when necessary. He always stood up for himself and his opinions.

It was a communication issue they both had to solve. While in the apocalypse, she didn’t speak for the first month. He was lucky if he even got some form of communication other than a nod or a shake of the head. Eventually, he learned her name was Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She looked like her name.

She moved so delicately and smoothly it drove Five crazy. This woman he met was so opposite to him it drove him up the wall. The conflict between the two usually ended up in her quietly leaving the shared apartment and returning later than expected. Which left Five to pull at the tuffs of his brown hair in frustration.

Five overthought everything. This woman was the light of his life, but she couldn’t deal with conflict to save her life, and it made him wonder. Maybe she went through a dark time before the apocalypse. Perhaps the scars on her arms weren’t from accidental burns on the fire. He paced in their main room for hours. It seemed before a knock on the door caught his attention.

The boy opened the door to see his brother, “ Hey, Diego. “

“ Um, hey, Five. “ Regardless of Diego’s nervous greeting, Five gave a reassuring smile, “ Artemis wanted to know if she could stay here for the time being while I’m at work. “

The little girl was Y/n’s pride and joy. The two were so highly similar. Even Artemis found herself cowering at Five sometimes. Five was just a ticking time bomb no one ever knew when it would explode, and it made people nervous. Henceforth Diego was hoping Y/n would answer the door with her soothing nature.

“ Yeah, she can stay here for as long as she wants. “ Five replied softly, looking at the ten-year-old girl, “ Is Y/n here? “ Diego queried.

Five shook his head, “ She went out. I’m sure she’ll be back later. “

“ Alright, well, thank you for taking care of her. “ Diego sighed as Artemis went inside Five’s apartment, “ It’s no problem. “

Diego gave another nervous smile and walked away. The brunet male shut the door and locked it afterward. The little girl never really got along with Five. He didn’t know what to do. Children didn’t mix well with Five, especially an introverted, antisocial ten-year-old girl.

Artemis was gorgeous for her age. Long brown hair that resembled Vanya’s at her age with bangs across her forehead. Striking blue eyes like no other. A pale complexion compared to Diego’s naturally tan one. Her name was almost a contradiction to who she was. This little girl was no independent, strong, brave goddess. Instead, she was intelligent, quiet, and careful.

There was one room in the apartment Y/n didn’t really let anyone into. It was the ‘spare’ bedroom that wasn’t really a bedroom anymore. Five had only been in there a handful of times. It was known as her safe space, so Five respected that. But Artemis seemed to walk right inside. To say it made Five uneasy was an understatement. He didn’t know if she was allowed inside or not.

Five walked into the room and was greeted with bookshelves. It looked much different than the last time he saw it. The room wasn’t huge, maybe the average size of a square bedroom. Black bookshelves covered the walls with a desk sitting in the middle of the room planted on a rug. The only wall space not covered was a window with a tiny navy blue couch placed in front of it.

That’s where Artemis sat with a book in hand; she giggled at her uncle’s lost complexion, “ You haven’t been in here before, have you? “

“ I- I haven’t been in here a lot. “ Five replied in awe of the room, “ Aunt Y/n says she doesn’t let a lot of people in here. “ Artemis’ voice was soft and serene.

“ Yeah, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve been allowed in this room. “ He reminisced, “ Is this where you two talk? “

Artemis nodded, “ We talk a lot in here. This is where she works, and she shows me all her drafts. “

“ She works in here? “ Five queried, completely baffled, “ Mhm! You didn’t know? “ The young girl asked.

“ No, I- I didn’t know. “ He muttered, “ She’s not just an English teacher. She writes books in her spare time. “ Artemis smiled.

“ She does? “ Five spoke, “ Like how Vanya wrote her autobiography? “

“ Kind of. “ Artemis answered, “ She writes fiction novels. “

Five spun around the room, “ Can you show me? “

The young girl didn’t reply. Instead, she looked at Y/n’s desk sitting in the middle of the room. Under the rug laid a key which she picked up. Carefully she unlocked the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk, which held multiple different notebooks full of drafts and notes.

Artemis picked up a navy blue-bound notebook and handed it to him, “ This is her most recent stuff. “

Shocked and astonished at what his wife was hiding from him, he took the navy blue book. He took a spot on the rug sitting next to the open drawer while Artemis went back to reading on the couch. Her handwriting was elegant cursive that she taught herself how to do. The notebook was as messy as Five’s lesson plans for his college students. Nonetheless, he read on.

Life is a journey and full of different surprises. People from all around the world meet in the center for one leading cause. What occurs when tomorrow doesn’t happen? What is indeed on the other side? People tend to believe there’s an afterlife. Others think that it’s game over.

Brooklyn James takes a path into the unknown. A scared adolescent. She takes a brave step to find the answers for everyone. But at what cost? Prophecies advise and warn. People intrigued and fascinated.

When happens when both ends meet?

Five sat on the floor, entranced in her writing. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How has he never seen this before? How was she doing this without him noticing? Eventually, he closed the book and looked inside the drawer. Inside was an envelope with his name on it. Curiosity peaked, he took the envelope and opened it. Inside he found more writings, but all addressed to him. It even went back to the apocalypse.

It’s been about a month now. I was able to find some parchment and ink in an old book store. I can imagine they were selling for the aesthetic of old ways of writing. Thankfully I learned how to write with a quill, or perhaps this note would look like one big black blob. Five seems to be adjusting to me better. I’m scared of him. He’s terrifying.

We’re so different it hurts. He likes to express everything, and I don’t know how to feel about it. My entire life, I’ve been shut down to the point where talking feels like a fruitless effort. Maybe talking to him will help me. But I’m scared. What if he shuts me out as everyone else did.

This is so surreal. We’re stuck in an apocalyptic future—stupid healing powers. I wish I never healed myself sometimes. I didn’t know that after climbing out of my burnt house, this is what the world would look like. Five’s been a great help, though. Sometimes he takes my mind off things. At night he’ll ramble about the constellations, and I like learning about them.

Maybe he thinks I’m asleep or not listening because I don’t talk much, but I’ve learned a lot from him. He makes me want to be a teacher, step out of my comfort zone. I hope he becomes a teacher. He’d be a fantastic math professor.

He continued to read through until a voice made him jump, “ So, you’ve found my locked drawer. “

“ I- I didn’t- I didn’t mean- “ Five suddenly became a stuttering mess, “ I showed him. “ Artemis admitted.

Although Y/n wasn’t mad, Artemis cowered with her head, looking at the floor. Y/n’s voice never held anger, even when she was angry. Her voice was calming, soothing, and laced with honey. It was one of the reasons Five fell so in love with her.

“ Artemis, can you step out to the living room, please? “ She knelt before the girl giving her a tiny smile, “ You aren’t in trouble, my princess. I just want to talk to Five, okay? “

“ I’m- I'm sorry. “ The girl whimpered, and Y/n kissed her cheek gently, “ It’s okay, you aren’t in trouble. I’m not mad. I just need you to sit in the living room for a moment. “ Five stared in wonder at his wife comforting the tiny girl.

The young girl got the message and padded to the living room. Y/n stood up from her spot and stared at her guilty husband. His green eyes looked everywhere except for her e/c ones. He wanted her to yell or be angry with him, but she never was. No matter what, he couldn’t ever make her mad. Her patience were infinite.

“ I suppose you found what I’ve been working on. “ She stated, and Five nodded, “ And you saw my parchment from the apocalypse. “

“ I really didn’t mean to. “ He murmured, and she chuckled, “ You were going to have to find out sooner rather than later. “ Y/n replied.

Without warning, he was embraced. Her arms were wrapped around his torso while her head rested on his heart. The scent of her shampoo reached his nose, a glorious mix of honey and coconut he couldn’t ever get enough of. His arms gently wrapped themselves around her shorter frame while his chin perched on top of her head.

He kissed her hair gently, “ I didn’t mean to snoop. I’m sorry, love. “

“ Well, do you like it? “ She asked, “ Like what? “

“ My drafts, my room, my notes? “ Y/n listed, “ I love it because it’s who you are. “ Five replied softly.

He pulled away to meet her soft e/c eyes, “ This room is who you are as a person. If I had to describe you in one room, it’d be something along these lines. “

“ You aren’t mad I didn’t tell you? “ She whispered, and he shook his head, “ Never. We spent forty-five years together with no privacy because we didn’t have that. When you said you wanted this room to yourself, I didn’t hesitate to agree with you. “ His voice was soft like silk.

His green eyes glittered like gems, “ This is your private room, your safe place, and I shouldn’t be mad at you for wanting privacy. “

She kissed his cheek gratefully, “ Thank you. “

“ Anytime, darling. Anytime. “

#five hargreeves x y/n #five fluff #five fanfiction #five x y/n #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five x reader #number five x reader #number five #five hargreeves x you #tua #tua fanfic #tua au #tua x reader #tua five #the umbrella academy #the sparrow academy

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transmasc-wizard · 2 years

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chapter titles tag game

i was tagged (technically) by @dipthongsfordays! who it won't let me @! for some reason! hm

this is the post in which i expose myself as a *giant* chapter title nerd btw

onwards! (and no it is not a typo that "rowan does something stupid" appears multiple times)

from gfw1 (draft 2 only though), in no particular order:

magic and cheese wheels

so, who's housing the teenaged car thieves?

good news! it got worse

situation: bad. dragon: excellent

murder time with your unfriendly local assassin

just a little emotional blackmail between friends

angel makes a bunch of bad decisions

rowan does something stupid

from gfw2 (draft 1), in no particular order:

list of things that suck: hallucinogenic cannonballs

pause, for a mental breakdown

what a creepy as hell thing to wake up to!

an inhuman amount of dragons

naia stabs someone. twice

every single thing ever is horrible (the autobiography of vanya alexeyev)

rowan does something stupid

up-and-coming arsonist

in an on-brand move, they immediately commit a crime

angel is too gay for this: an ongoing saga

from other assorted things ive written/planned, including gfw3, 'man up', and the intriguing death of thalia may (nt21):

a cliff. great

it somehow got gayer

who needs impulse control?

corey hates everything

this is not the coffee shop AU ace dreamed of, thanks

a powerpoint is better than me, as usual

i stressfully come out during a game of mario kart

alrighty i hope that was entertaining

i'll tag a Lot of people because im not sure who does and doesnt have chapter titles: @stormharbors, @albatris, @toboldlywrite, @letswritestories101, @ashen-crest, @bluewritesbadly, @cream-and-tea, and anyone else who wants to. please. i love chapter titles and i wanna see some (but dont feel pressured!!)

#writblr tag game #chapter titles #chapter title tag #tag game #i actually dont have many chapter titles for nt21 (just like 2) and its WEIRD. normally i think up titles when outlining but i forgot to #wip nt21 #nt21 #wip gfs #wip gfw1 #wip gfw2 #my wips

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dumdumsun · 3 years

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Of Starlight

A/N: Alright, this entire story has officially been written ❤️

Warnings: none that I’m aware of

Word Count: 3067

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Chapter 5: Extra Ordinary

Five years ago, Vanya Hargreeves began writing her autobiography, “Extra Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven”, less than two weeks before her sister’s novel, “One-Sided”, was announced in the papers. Those around who enjoyed her writing were buzzing with excitement, for it was the second book of her trilogy. (Y/N) was thrilled, herself, to be publishing her novel within the next month. Finally sharing her work with the world would have taken a tremendous weight off her shoulders, leaving her with only the weight on her bladder. While working herself nearly to death with her writing, she was with child for the second time, which added to her stress. Thankfully, she had a very supportive husband at the time to assist in anything she requested. It was in those times in which (Y/N) was grateful she decided to make something of herself rather than letting her past as Number Eight define her.

Once “One-Sided” was published, (Y/N) sent two copies out; one to Allison, one to Vanya. She figured her brothers wouldn’t want to read her romantic fantasy as much as her sisters, so she didn’t bother asking. Allison seemed ecstatic for the new addition, but she wasn’t too sure about Vanya, supposing it wouldn’t hurt to send it. If she didn’t want to read it, that was her decision. What she didn’t expect, however, was Vanya’s novel sent to her. After Jada was born, (Y/N) had taken time to read her sister’s autobiography. While Anthony was at work during the day, she’d multitask by reading and taking care of her newborn. She would quietly gasp at certain parts of the book before checking to make sure she hadn’t woken her daughter up. (Y/N) couldn’t believe some of the things her sister dared to put in that book. Some things she wrote were blatantly about (Y/N)’s own insecurities that she had trusted Vanya with knowing. Insecurities about her powers, her capability of being a suitable member of the Umbrella Academy. Vanya had compared it to her own doubts, stating that (Y/N) had no right to complain to her, of all people. Looking back now, (Y/N) could admit that it was a bit selfish to do that to her sister. Regardless, those had been personal and it was unloyal of Vanya to share that with anyone willing to read. Despite this, (Y/N) saw to promote “Extra Ordinary” along with her own work. Someone had to be the bigger person in this situation.

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Nostalgia wasn’t exactly what (Y/N) was overcome with when awaking in her childhood bed. In fact, she’d much rather have opened her eyes to the empty side of her king-sized mattress at home instead. She debated closing her eyes and pretending she had never drifted into consciousness, but sat up when remembering everything Five had told her the day before. If she remembered correctly, there were six remaining days leading up to the end of the world. She had promised Five to assist in preventing the apocalypse, and her drowsiness was not going to hold her back. So, she dragged herself out of bed and began looking for Five. She figured the first place to begin was his bedroom, so she stopped in front of his door and knocked. Hearing rustling on the other side, she asked, “Five, are you decent?”

“Decent enough. You can come in,” He called out, the door opening and (Y/N) stepping inside. He glanced at her over his shoulder as he fixed his white button up. “I take it you had a difficult time sleeping?”

“What makes you say that?” Her hand slid down her face, sarcasm in her tone. She didn’t need a mirror to know she had bags under her eyes. Five chuckled and moved to his vest and jacket, finishing with dressing himself. As he zipped his duffle bag closed, he glanced out the window.

“You tagging along today?”

“I plan to. I… suppose I have nothing to do.”

“Nothing, huh?” Suspicion hid amongst his words as he picked up his bag. “What is it you decided to do with your life, (Y/N)?” The question was simple, genuine, but the weight of it was suffocating. She really couldn’t go back to her normal, beautiful life after all.

“I… found my mother,” She slowly started out, carefully watching as Five curiously glanced up at her under his dark brows. “I became an author… and a mother.”

Suddenly, Five couldn’t breathe. He had anticipated this conversation, prepared himself for everything (Y/N) had accomplished while he was gone. But nothing could have prepared him for the stab in the heart at the mention of her having children. Children with someone who wasn’t him. It was stupidly selfish, he knew, to expect her to wait for him, to do anything else with her life except for the things he longed to do with her. Past the pain, however, he was happy for her. Something in him knew that (Y/N) would one day make a wonderful mother. She was patient, selfless, caring, and oh, how he wished he could’ve been the one. He didn’t even want to ask about the individual she had trusted enough to raise children with her.

His hesitancy to respond worried (Y/N) and suddenly she wanted to apologize. But for what? Her success, her marriage, her children? She had every right to those and she shouldn’t have to apologize. Her concern washed away when Five raised his brows in acknowledgement, opening the window. “Really? A mother? That’s great, Starlight…” God, that nickname… She thought. Why does everything feel so complicated now? Her feet moved her to follow him out of the window and down the fire escape. She thought it was best to not continue the conversation for now.

“Dammit, where’s Dad’s stuff?” The two heard an irritated groan on their way down. (Y/N) craned her neck to see Klaus digging through the dumpster. “Shut up! I’m trying to find whatever… priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!”

“I’d ask what you’re up to, Klaus, but then it occurred to me…,” Five turned to his brother. “I don’t care.” His useless comment earned an eye roll from (Y/N). Klaus glanced up at the two with a small laugh.

“Hey! You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy? And bringing little (Y/N) along, too? Whatever could you two be up to?”

“This way of leaving involved the least amount of talking,” Five hopped off the ladder, helping (Y/N) down afterwards. “Or so I thought.”

“Klaus,” The eighth Hargreeves made her way closer to the dumpster. “Is Ben there?”

“Yes, dear, he says hi.” His hand waved in Ben’s supposed direction, (Y/N) softly smiling at her ghost brother. “So, hey, you two need any more company today? I could, uh… clear my schedule.” His eyes shifted to Five as he took a drink from his flask.

“Looks like you’ve got your hands full.” The boy falsely smiled.

“Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever. I’m just- I just misplaced something. That’s all.” He then fell into the trash as (Y/N) joined her traveling companion at his side. After a few seconds, Klaus reappeared with a bagel. “Oh! Found it! Thank god!” (Y/N) nearly gagged as he began to chew on it, muffling a ‘delicious’ in forced content.

“I’m done funding your drug habit.” Five spit out before walking away. She followed him and waved at Klaus, barely listening to him yelling after them as they climbed into a plumbing van.

“Why are we stealing a van?”

“Shush.”

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Once again, the two teenagers found themselves in front of Meritech Prosthetics. (Y/N) watched as Lance entered the building before sighing. “We’re really gonna sit here and spy on the man?”

“You got a better idea?” Five only kept his stare on him.

“I guess not… What’s the bag for, then?”

Five immediately turned his attention to the duffle bag he brought with them. “Oh, shit,” He muttered before unzipping it. “Hey,” He softly greeted before handing a bottle of alcohol to (Y/N). She blinked once, twice, thrice when he brought out the top half of a bald mannequin and set it between them. “Sorry you were in there for so long, Delores.”

“Wait,” (Y/N) choked. “That’s Delores?! The one you were with for over thirty years?!”

“Well, obviously,” Five frowned before turning back to ‘Delores’. “This is (Y/N), Delores. You know… the one I told you about.”

“You… talk about me to the mannequin? Should I be flattered or weirded out?”

“Oh, be quiet,” Five sighed and turned away. (Y/N) suddenly felt silly for being jealous last night. “No, I’m not drunk.”

“What?” (Y/N) frowned at the boy, who shook his head.

“Talking to Delores. She thinks I’m- Yes, it’s about the eye thing. This is the place it was made. Or… will be made,” His eyes moved up to his human friend. “We just have to wait…”

He’s actually talking to the mannequin, (Y/N) thought as she turned forward, eyes wide. So, that was what the apocalypse had done to him. She felt bad for him now. Initially, her heart warmed at the thought of Five finding someone to love, but knowing that his mind had gone somewhere far away enough for him to turn to a mannequin for comfort…

“So, (Y/N),” He started, his gaze once again trained on the building before them. “Your children… tell me about them.” Truth be told, Five wanted to know how much they had gotten from their mother. Were they just as humorous? Just as passionate? As wonderful? (Y/N) let out a heartfelt laugh as she closed her eyes.

“Where do I even begin? Michael, he’s… so intelligent. He has the highest reading level in his class and they’re thinking of letting him skip the first grade. He’s such a big help at home with his little sister… I swear, he’s a little man. He’s always trying to test my knowledge. Tries to get me to solve his ‘really hard’ math homework problems…,” She chuckled, Five looking at her with an unreadable expression. “And Jada… she’s such a character. No matter how many times I teach her the days of the week, she always gets them wrong… She wakes me up every morning, trying to guess. I say ‘Jada, if yesterday was Wednesday, what is today?’ and she just starts listing off every wrong answer… She’s a performer, too. I enrolled her into dance classes. Oh, it’s her favorite thing to do… And I’ll admit, she’s good at it. Don’t know where she got that from. Definitely not from me or her dad...”

Five tilted his head thoughtfully. “They sound… just like you. They think they know everything,” He joked with a small smile, (Y/N) playfully glaring at him. “Really, though… They sound like great kids… I’d like to meet them one day.”

“Yeah,” She smiled down at her lap. “I’d love for them to meet you… But I need to be an actual adult before I can face them again. Until then… It’s just checking up every once and awhile…”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Five frowned as he sat forward. “I- I’m going to figure this out. I promise.”

“I know you will,” She breathed and closed her eyes, her world slowly crashing down on her yet again. “Sorry, I need some air.” And with that, Five was in the car alone. Well, save for Delores. Outside, (Y/N) didn’t have much time to really be with her own thoughts before she heard Luther and Klaus’s voices nearing her. Turning to her right, she spotted the two walking side-by-side towards the van. Upon seeing her, Luther raised a hand.

“(Y/N), you need to get back to the Academy. We found something… and Grace might’ve had something to do with Dad’s death.” He gruffly explained, the young girl straightening to attention.

“Wait, what-”

“I can explain at the house, but we need both you and Five there for the family meeting. Is he in there?” He pointed to the vehicle their brother sat in.

“Yeah, but-”

“Great. Be right back.” Luther’s massive body brushed past her to get to Five, Klaus following behind to get in the back. Not waiting a second longer, she followed her junkie brother inside. When she entered the van again, Luther was trying his hardest to fit his body into the passenger seat as Klaus grabbed Delores, smirking at (Y/N) as he began to dance with the mannequin. She only watched him in disinterest. Once Luther was finally in, he turned to Five. “You okay?”

“You shouldn’t be… How did you find me?” Five’s question was answered when Luther turned to Klaus. With everyone’s attention on him, he looked up from Delores and dropped his smile.

“Hey, a little privacy, guys. We’re really hitting it off back here.” He began to caress Delores’s cheek before screaming when Five threw an object at him, Klaus using the mannequin to block. (Y/N) shook her head and moved closer to Five and Luther, the former fuming.

“Get out! You can’t be here! I’m in the middle of something.”

“Oh, but (Y/N) can be here?”

“Yes! We’re in the middle of something!” Five turned forward as Klaus joined (Y/N) at her side, poking her cheek gently.

“Any luck with your one-eyed man?” He asked her, receiving a head shake. Five sighed and turned to Luther.

“What do you want, Luther?”

Turning his attention away from the conversation between the two, Luther answered Five, “Um… So, Grace might’ve had something to do with Dad’s death. So I need you to come back to the Academy, alright? It’s important.” His request was met with silence for a split second before the time traveller shook his head.

“‘It’s important’. You have no concept of what’s important-”

“Hey!” Klaus interrupted, holding his sister at his side. “Did I ever tell you guys about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?”

And that was when (Y/N) tuned out the entire conversation between her family. She left Klaus’s side and pressed her back against the back of Luther’s seat, closing her eyes. She knew Five wasn’t going with Luther and Klaus to the house, and she didn’t need to listen to the bickering that would’ve led to that outcome. Her attention was eventually brought to Klaus swinging the back door open, huffing as he got out. She watched him slam the door closed and make his way towards the store across the street. Not trusting him in the slightest, she sent a clone after Klaus, telling it to “watch over him”. At this point, she was waiting for Luther to leave so her growing headache would subside, but it seemed the man wanted to talk some more.

“What the hell are you up to, Five?”

“Believe me, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me. Last I checked, I’m still the leader of this family.”

“Well, last I checked, I’m twenty-eight years older than you.” Five tightly smiled before (Y/N) snorted with laughter. The boy rolled his eyes and smiled fondly at her before Luther pulled his attention away.

“You know what your problem is?”

“Really hoping you’ll tell me.”

“You think you’re better than us,” Luther’s words wiped that sarcastic smile right off Five’s face. “You always have. Even when we were kids. But the truth is, you’re just as messed up as the rest of us. We’re all you have… and you know it.” Luther stared at his brother, as the boy slowly inhaled.

“I don’t think that I’m better than you, Number One. I know I am,” He hissed, Luther only chuckling. “I’ve done unimaginable things, things you couldn’t even comprehend.”

“Right...”

“Just to get back here and save you all…” Five stared out the window. (Y/N) sighed and grabbed Delores.

“Luther, out.” She ordered, her “big” brother turning to her with an offended look. “Five’s clearly not going with us. No use arguing with him either. So, just go and I’ll catch up-” She was cut off by the sound of a voice whooping in excitement. The three looked across the street to see Klaus running out of the store, arms full of stolen snacks, the clone following close behind.

“Hey, bitches!” He shouted as a cop chased after them, blowing his whistle. The clone turned to the officer and pushed him away with great force as Klaus was nearly hit by a car. Five’s head followed Klaus’s movement.

“I’m starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision…”

After Luther was sent out of the van, (Y/N) took over the passenger seat once again and set Delores down between them, Five quietly thanking her. “So… I’m going with the guys.”

“What? Why are you wasting your time, I thought you wanted to help me?”

“I do, and I will… But I don’t trust Luther to make decisions right now… I mean, if Mom really did have something to do with Dad’s death… Who knows what he’ll do? The least I can do is try to talk him out of it. I promise, when I’m done, I’ll come and find you.” She softly smiled, gently patting his hand. Five shook his head at her.

“You don’t have to promise me anything… I’m the one who owes you.”

“All you owe me is this,” She gently squeezed his hand. “You being here… That’s what I’ve wanted for so long. Now I have it. So, your debt is paid.” She chuckled. Five rested the back of his head against the seat as his eyes searched her face, trying to find anything that should worry him about her. But all he found was her warm smile and eyes that shone with affection. It suddenly felt inappropriate to have Delores around right now.

“Well, then, you should get going… You’ve gotta catch up with those idiots.”

“Alright. Don’t be out here forever, okay?” (Y/N) leaned in and pecked his cheek before getting out of the car and rushing after her brothers. As he watched her speed away, he tried to regulate his breathing, heartbeat increasing.

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Taglist: @melinda-hargreeves @43sparrows @sapphicsyn @m00n-sh @starcurrent @alexander-hamilhoe @youcandalekmyballs @wonderlandfandomkingdom @yrdadjstcallsmekatya

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy x reader #tua fanfic #tua x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #tua five #number five #number five x reader #of starlight #umbrella academy #tua

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diegoshargrieves · 4 years

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the umbrella academy during quarantine (au)

luther: had to be physically stopped from panic buying and hoarding food by his siblings, who reminded him that ‘other people need food too, luther.’ on everyone’s ass about washing hands and wearing masks. gives karens dirty looks but stops five and diego from throwing hands with said karens on multiple occasions anyway. clean freak, borderline germaphobic. works out with diego every other day. actually wakes up at nine am and has a structured schedule for the day, much to the disgust of all his siblings. lysols every surface twice a day, like clockwork. keeps a quarantine bullet journal and has an hour of his day allotted to journalling.

diego: tries to throw hands with karens. is very worried about his mom’s health even though shes an android but makes it a point to cough on r*ginald’s doorknob daily. volunteers to get grocery and other necessities weekly for the whole family. brings back doughnuts from griddy’s for his siblings and checks up on agnes when he goes to make sure she’s okay. provides masks, gloves, soap, hand sanitizer, etc for all the immunocompromised/elderly who need it. does the cooking (and enjoys it, even though he’d never admit it) because he learned from grace as a child. basically an amateur chef. tries to overthrow the government twice with allison (who is only slightly more sensible about it than he is). conspiracy theorist buddies with five.

allison: impulsively starts a vlog channel on youtube, bakes way too much for anyone’s good. has made diego her personal messenger boy to deliver baked goods to their neighbors. constantly checks up on her siblings, makes sure they’re mentally healthy and coping well. organizes spa/movie/game nights for the family several times a week to keep morale high. becomes extremely invested in politics after seeing everything happening on social media & on the news. attends every rally/protest/riot she can. makes a tiktok (ft klaus) and becomes tiktok famous almost instantly. uses her fame to spread information about the current state of the nation, police brutality, systematic racism, etc.

klaus: cut his bangs on day three of quarantine and dyes his hair with allison on day six. (he would have done it sooner, but amazon prime takes two days to ship.) stays up until 5 am, sleeps in until two pm, but still makes an effort to put together a god-tier outfit every day. living off of toaster waffles and allison’s baking. diego tries to force him to eat real food, he’ll refuse, and then eat the leftovers cold out of the fridge at three am. uses quarantine as an opportunity to stay sober consistently since luther won’t let him meet up with his dealer. talks to dave whenever he can and introduces him to his siblings.

five: concerned about his siblings’ health more than he lets on. has since drafted his autobiography, learned sewing from diego and knitting from klaus (spoiler alert, he isn’t the best at it), uses the time to hone his powers, keeps his mind sharp by solving equations, and is still bored out of his mind. makes vanya a scarf and sews her a cloth mask that both turned out lopsided/misshapen, but she loves it anyway. spends most of his time with vanya in her room, doing whatever as she practices violin. gains some weight and is no longer as malnourished as he was from his years in the apocalypse, much to everyone’s relief. wakes up at the crack of dawn, before even luther, and makes coffee for everyone. plays animal crossing because he finds it therapeutic.

ben: dead from coronavirus but is working on becoming tangible. has succeeded three times so far. allison arranges a surprise game night whenever it happens. talks with his siblings through klaus, and possesses him to deliver the messages properly whenever klaus skews them. tries to memorize as much as he can about his siblings while they’re all together. the whole situation only amplifies how much he misses them, but he’s happy to be with them, even if it is because of a nationwide lockdown triggered by a pandemic.

vanya: so introverted she didn’t realize there was a lockdown until her violin students started asking about virtual lessons. wakes up at a decent time and goes to sleep at a decent time. stayed mainly in her room for the first couple of weeks to stay out of everyone’s way, until her siblings asked her about it. since then, they’ve made it a point to make her feel wanted & included in their activities. gets lessons from the rest of her siblings on controlling her powers. performs solos in the living room every month. starts a band with diego. tries to make up for all the lost time with five. has given up on trying to dress well and wears comfy clothing/pajamas only. has taken up knitting with five and is marginally better at it than he is. enjoys bonding with her siblings. finally feels like a valid part of the family.

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

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nerdkiller · 3 years

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Headcanon that Ben was the writer of the family and had been threatening to write an exposé on the Hargreeves family life/an autobiography on his experiences for the longest time... but after his death, Vanya decided to write the book instead in his honor (or stole his idea depending on who you ask)

And because it was "sweet, shy" Vanya who wrote it the rest of the sibs were totally blindsided and weren't prepared at all... they thought they were safe from getting publicly read so viciously when Ben died

#ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #vanya hargreeves #i use this hc in every one of my fics on ben actually lmao

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taylorgrace-writes · 3 years

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We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals

Part 3

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 443

You were sitting alone on the couch as you heard footsteps coming up behind you.

“Welcome home Ms. Y/N” you recognize the voice and twist around to see Pogo standing behind you.

“Pogo,” you say as you stand up and embrace him in a hug. “It’s so wonderful to see you,” you say as the two of you walk towards the library. Upon entering, you see Vanya standing by one of the bookshelves around the room. You hang back a bit as Pogo walks over to Vanya.

“Ah yes, your autobiography,” Pogo states, watching Vanya trace over the cover of her novel.

“Did you know, did he ever read it?” Vanya asks Pogo.

“Not that I’m aware of.” Pogo replies, giving Vanya a slight frown. As the two of them continue chatting, you can’t help but glance around the room. The library was your favorite place in the whole mansion and you missed reading in here curled up near the fireplace with a wonderful story. Your eyes continue to roam around the area, pausing on a large portrait. Vanya and Pogo notice you looking at the beautiful painting and walk over near you.

“How long has it been since Five disappeared?” Vanya asks. You knew the question was meant for Pogo, but before he can reply you cut in.

“16 years, 4 months, and 16 days,” you answer, your voice laced with sorrow. Vanya and Pogo glance at you, wondering how you knew that. “I kept track,” you spoke. “Ya want to know something stupid,” you add, turning away from the portrait and shaking your head. “I always used to leave the lights on for him. It scared me that he would come back, and it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn’t be able to find us so he’d leave again. So every night I would prepare a little snack and make sure all the lights were on.” You said, letting out a breath you didn’t notice you had been holding.

“I recall those snacks,” Vanya said, coming up behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m pretty sure I stepped in half of those marshmallow sandwiches,” Pogo adds, making the three of you let out a quiet laugh. “Your father always thought that Number Five was out there somewhere. He never gave up faith.” Pogo says with a sad smile on his face.

“And look where that got him,” Diego says as the three of you turn around to see him standing at the library’s entrance.

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dogbearinggifts · 4 years

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I saw you mention in an ask that Diego spotted the abuse they underwent first. In what order and how do you think each of the kids came to the realization of what their dad put them through? They all obviously are still reeling from everything years later and it was EXTRA apparent during the light supper.

The light supper did many things, but the one thing it did most of all was show just how deeply he damaged these kids. Here they are in their thirties, meeting with a man who doesn’t know them yet—and even though they’re all completely on edge, guards up, expecting the worst, they’re still blindsided by how low he stoops just to gain a slight edge.

But I digress. Here’s how I think each one of them came to realize Reginald was abusive, and the order in which I think they realized it. This is mostly just speculation on my part, so I could be wrong, but I like to think it’s an educated guess.

Diego: Watching his dad give Luther nothing but praise while he received nothing but criticism fostered a good deal of resentment in him, but I think it also led him to see that something was very wrong much sooner than some of his other siblings. See, the torture they endured seems to have happened behind closed doors—Vanya losing her powers, Klaus being locked in the mausoleum, whatever awful things he did to Allison, Ben and Five in the guise of making them stronger—but the verbal abuse Diego went through happened out in the open. It had to. Reginald wanted to goad Diego into pushing his own limits to beat Luther at a game neither of them could win. To do that, he needed make them both aware that there was a competition, that Luther was winning and Diego was losing, and that all of the other siblings knew the score. Being locked in that dynamic meant Diego was constantly, painfully aware that no one else had to deal with Reginald’s constant nitpicking—but also that no one else was lavished with praise the way Luther was. Even to a sheltered kid who’s allowed few friends outside the family and limited freedom to leave the grounds, that treatment is visibly wrong. Diego might not have been able to call it abuse as a teen, but I think seeing the blatant discrepancies between how he and his siblings were treated—plus his legendary stubbornness—kept him from internalizing it for too long. When Reginald used Ben’s funeral to shame them all, that was probably the moment Diego began seeing him not as a bad parent, but as a monster he needed to escape.

Vanya: Like Diego, she was treated differently from her siblings. Unlike Diego, I do think she internalized it to a degree. We see her taking up the violin in an attempt to impress her dad (“I’m going to be extraordinary”) and her visible dismay when Reginald says “I’m afraid there’s nothing special about you.” Even as an adult, after years on her own, she sends Reginald a copy of her autobiography. It’s possible this was an attempt to get him to see things from her perspective, but it’s equally possible she sent it to him as a means of saying “Look, Dad, I wrote a book. I got it published. It’s on the bestseller list. Be impressed, you asshole.” Part of her wanted to impress him, and part of her believed that if she just tried a little harder, she could do it. Although she recognized that her treatment was unfair sometime in or prior to her teen years (we see her protesting Reginald’s refusal to let her be in the family photo) the part of her that wanted to earn his favor probably kept her from fully embracing the idea that she was not responsible for how she was treated. That said, I do think she’d realized Reginald was the problem by the time she moved out, and she probably began calling him abusive once she either read up on abusive relationships or learned about them from her therapist. Learning that there was a word for what she endured, and that no decent person considers it okay, was probably strangely comforting and empowering all at once.

Klaus and Ben: After Ben’s death, they almost certainly began talking more. Ben would’ve had to witness Klaus’ burgeoning addiction spiral out of control, and he wouldn’t have let it happen in silence. Maybe his resentment festered shortly after his death; maybe it came years later. Whatever the case, I think that when Ben began arguing with Klaus over his drug habit, Klaus pushed back—and eventually, this pushback led to him spilling details of what led him down that road. “He locked me in a fucking mausoleum when I was just a kid” probably stunned Ben into silence for a few hours at least—and also reminded him of the things Reginald forced him to do while he was alive. Maybe they started trading stories to empathize with each other; maybe they traded them to one-up each other. Whatever the case, I think that as they learned they’d both been effectively tortured by their own father, they both began to realize how twisted their childhoods had been—and that they were not to blame for it.

Allison: While her reactions during the light supper prove Reginald terrorized her as much as he did the others, we also know she used her power to get whatever she wanted. Parental abuse is damaging to everyone, no matter who you are; but abuse from a parent you can manipulate is a little easier to endure, and it’s much harder to recognize that something is wrong when you can buy yourself a respite—or at least a few material things to ease the pain. She had an advantage the others didn’t, and I think this advantage kept her in denial, believing Reginald might not be so bad after all, if he gave her all those nice things and didn’t complain, until Ben’s funeral. Watching Reginald use her brother’s death as an opportunity to berate and shame them for something she knows wasn’t their fault makes her angry and hurt enough to stand up to him, despite the derision this earns her. I think that day affected her pretty deeply—maybe even more deeply than her siblings. Ben’s funeral was probably the day she realized there was nothing redeemable in her dad after all and that she had to get away for her own safety. Once she was out on her own, I think she sought out books on bad parents—starting with survivor memoirs, empathizing with the narrators more strongly than she expected, then branching out into self-help. She probably read the signs and checklists over and over, just to make absolutely certain her experiences counted as abuse and she wasn’t just being dramatic and ungrateful.

Five: If he hadn’t gotten stuck in the apocalypse, I think he might have been one of the first to realize Reginald was abusive. But because he spent the majority of his life in a world much harsher than the Academy (which isn't to say the Academy wasn’t harsh, but no one had to eat cockroaches to survive it) his memories probably took on a rosier hue. A place with a solid roof over his head, where he was guaranteed clean clothes, companionship, and never had to wonder where his next meal was coming from—after starving out in the open and talking to a mannequin, Five probably thought more than once that he’d never argue with Reginald again if it only meant a return to those comforts he once took for granted. This longing, mixed with self-loathing over his stupidity at getting stuck, probably led to some self-blame over how Reginald treated him, if his “I was too hard on you” to Reginald during the light supper is any indication. He realized Reginald was abusive at some point (probably after some heated arguments with Dolores) but I think he’s also gotten it into his head that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed at the time—not as bad as growing up in the apocalypse, at any rate.

Luther: Not only did he stay in the Academy well into his twenties, but he put his own safety on the line, nearly died in service to Reginald’s goal—a goal he’d fooled himself into thinking was his own—and when the man who endangered him, mutilated him, and shunned him exiled him to a hunk of rock floating in space, he still blamed himself. While he took a major step forward in the latter half of S1, placing the blame for his pointless Moon mission on Reginald (where it belongs), I think his jump into the sixties caused him to regress a bit. I don’t think he forgot what Reginald did to him, but I do think he assumed that Reginald might be kinder in his younger years. Maybe he thought parenthood made him less patient or—more tragically—that something he and his siblings did turned him into the kind of man who would shame his surviving children at their brother’s funeral. I think he believed that if he could just talk to his dad before all of that happened, he’d be welcomed with surprise and joy, pulled into a hug and asked about all he’d accomplished. While Reginald’s rejection shattered him, I think it also, in a sad and twisted way, freed him. Luther learned, once and for all, that Reginald simply hated children. Reginald’s callousness and outright cruelty wasn’t due to anything he did—it was the result of taking on parenthood out of a sense of obligation, resenting it every step of the way, and lacking the emotional maturity to avoid taking it out on kids whose only crime was dependency on him. The fact Luther didn’t believe it until he heard it from the man himself speaks volumes about the control Reginald still had over him, even after his lies were laid bare.

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littlerit · 2 years

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Fanfic ask! F I H K

Thank you 🧡

F: share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it?

A dialogue scene. Ok, hoo boy. I'm guilty of forgetting to add dialogue so dialogue scenes are far and few between.

oh so actually im pretty pleased with this one. Its a 100 word drabble that is part of a ten piece sequence, and I deliberately made this drabble segment entirely dialogue. I think it helps show a progression of time, and fleshes out some of the rest of the family (this being a Dolores centric Encanto oneshot)

“Why won’t you come out?”

“Little Antonio is growing so fast, I wish you could see him.”

“Don’t you miss us?”

“I worry about Camilo. He only got his gift a few months before Mirabel. Sometimes I hear him, wondering if he used up the last of the miracle.”

“Luisa came of age yesterday. I heard her telling Tía Julieta that she didn’t want to marry, she only wanted to help the family.”

“Will I have to marry when I come of age?”

“His poetry has gotten better.”

“Sometimes I wonder what we’d be, without our gifts.”

“We miss you.”

I: do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Guilty pleasures... More like indulgent pleasures. I do love a fem!Bilbo fic. I'm not usually one for genderswaps but there's something about Bilbo Baggins that just makes for an excellent character whether it's Bilbo or Bilba (or name of choice). I’ve fallen down the hobbit hole again recently and been reading a lot of hobbit fic.

in terms of writing… Its the angst again. Anything i can do to make a story sadder, or more bittersweet, or give something a tragic twist. Pretty much all of what i write is indulgent, i write a story i want too.

H: how would describe your style?

Haha digging for @tua-masked-author purposes already I see! I'm not sure, but let's have a go. Unapologetically British. Purposeful (I was going to say direct but I'm not always, sometimes I do meander. Whatever I do, I like it to have a purpose). Not overly descriptive. Angsty. Sarcastic? I think i can have sarcastic moments. I like to think i know how to pack a punch (of the feels) when it matters, but perhaps thats self flattery.

I’d be interested to know how other people describe my style!

K: what's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Well now. Where shall i start? (The rest of this ask may contain spoilers for various fics. Ye be warned).

how about this fic where Vanya is cursed with obedience has to do everything she told, including getting lost as a child, not crying for two years, and writing and publishing her autobiography?

or what about this one, where Five is the youngest ever vistor of the hunger games and gets reaped again for the Quarter Quell, two years after mentoring his younger brother who died in the arena?

or this one, where Klaus’ siblings never believed he had a daemon, but he had had a living daemon once, before their father experimented with them as children?

Time travellers life is angst idea after angst idea, but some of the best are yet still to come so…. 🤫🙃

#ask game #Sharkneto #Still slow to respond but faster than last time at least!

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tehmoonofficial · 4 years

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if the sibs wrote books, what do u think theyd be about

:0 COOL QUESTION

Luther - science fiction novel!! It would have nothing to do with Earth, it would be a totally different section of space. His writing style can barely hold all of his imagination for new tech and planets. His narration voice would be quiet, with an observational joke here and there. He tries not to kill people in books unless it’s absolutely necessary. Ben, Vanya, and him all LOVE writing. Unfortunately they never really talked about it when they were little D: He uses real scientific facts in his writing whenever he can.

Diego - BADASS ACTION NOVEL. He would probably write a super-detailed heist story, hoping that it gets turned into a movie eventually. He subtly writes a part that Allison would be perfect for ;D. All his characters have names like James Stone and pretentious book readers make fun of him for it, but kids end up really liking it. Diego meant the books to be for adults, so when his fanbase becomes about the same as the superhero group, he’s shocked but keeps on writing and doing well.

Allison - autobiography, or something artsy! I see her going either way with that: describing how she became famous (and leaving out rumors), or making a collage sort of book with pictures of beautiful cities, clothing, animals, and textures. As a celebrity, she likes to dip a little into everything, and invest in lots of things. So, she could also write a business book or maybe even a cookbook!! It could borrow a little from recipes she learned off of Grace dfjgdfh :D OR: She could even talk about some of the missions she went on as a teenager! Claire liked them, so she figures others will, too.

Klaus - comic books! I feel like if he wanted to publish a story, it would be similar to Gerard’s own stories, and Klaus definitely looks up to all the comic book artists and writers. He creates his own superheroes---not working for a pre-existing character group---and it’s definitely a little bit edgy and odd. He doesn’t try to be edgy on purpose, but he doesn’t believe in making everything sunshine and rainbows, and in fact he tries to get a lot of dark humor out of his comics. They get a sort of cult following (LOL), so they’re not really mainstream but the fans that appreciate it know quite a lot about the comic. I think that Klaus likes to draw, so he designs all the panels himself. Klaus isn’t very well off, so the art is mostly black and white, with dashes of red and blue. It ends up looking very modern and minimalist, which gets him lots of awards even though he was just trying to save his markers FSJSFHS

Five - THICK scientific books. He publishes all his theories about time travel for the world to read. Most people don’t really understand all the giant numbers and jumping to conclusions JDFGHJGS. So, he ends up being roped into writing a smaller, word-based book that explains all his thoughts in regular sentences. It’s around 300 pages, but his writing voice is very impatient and it starts off with dumbing things down but grows in difficulty as you read. It ends up being quite entertaining to read, because it feels like you’re actually sitting down and talking to someone who really has Better Things To Do but will settle on talking to you as long as there’s something for him at the end. He doesn’t really care about money as long as he can survive, but it becomes a sort of inside joke of his readers that he’s addicted to coffee and they try to bring it up during book signings. He HATES book signings and often inscribes with things like “Go away. Sincerely, Five Hargreeves” and people EAT IT UP. They think it’s a public personality thing, and try to purposefully annoy him. He has snapped several pencils and once ripped a page out of his book and shoved it into somebody’s mouth to shut them up.

Ben - kids’ stories. I think that Ben would really, really love kids and want them to be as happy as possible. So he makes picture books! The drawings are pretty simple, and combine photography with doodles. They all have some sort of moral, but also cute little jokes and simple language. He doesn’t use big words, and especially not hard-to-pronounce words, because he remembers from his childhood that Diego didn’t read as much because of his speech issues.

Vanya - Well, she already has her Burn Book dfgjhdfg. I can see her composing music and sharing it with the world! She never earns much money off of music unfortunately D:, but loves to do it anyway. OOH, maybe she would write a musical! And then get famous! It would have lots of representation in it, and it blends songs into dialogue. Her music style would be slightly jazzy, but relying on classical instruments for the most drama. Think something like Frozen’s music.

Thanks again for the ask!! This was really fun!!

#ask #tua #Anonymous #not a meme #tua hcs #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves

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