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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year

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Passionate Life

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: So much had happened in his life since the Academy, so much that sometimes he forgot what his life before was life. He can't ignore it forever when he runs into an all too familiar face, however. Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, dysphoria, and mentions of child abuse Word Count: 3,463 Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Helen Cho, Viktor Hargreeves & Allison Hargreeves

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A/N: This fic has been sitting, waiting to get published for a very long time and I have been putting it off because I enjoyed a lot of the other fics I had written a lot more. It's a pretty small 'what if' type situation that I originally wrote hot off seeing S1 for the first time. It was originally written with Viktor's deadname and she/her pronouns so if you see any of that please let me know so that I can correct it. With all that being said, please enjoy this fic!

It wasn't his first time on a movie set, but it was his first time being on a set that he was working on. It wasn’t like he was the one that was going to be on camera, but that didn't stop the nerves from fluttering throughout his system. He stood on the very outside of the set as he watched everyone rushing around while trying to get ready for the day's shoot. The camera and lighting people were talking with the director as they talked about a way that they could get the shot that was in the script without the camera or any of the sound equipment showing in the final cut. Several personal assistants were running back and forth as they tried to get the talent that they were responsible for into the proper locations before action was called. The talent themselves were talking amongst each other while they ran through some of their lines and just conversed about their days, taking up time until they were needed.

Viktor had his violin case strapped to his back for something that he would be working on later in the day after talking to the people he was here to visit. He was watching the chaos unfold around him just like he had when he was a child.

He laughed softly to himself as the thought crossed his mind. He had woken up today feeling oddly nostalgic about his past despite the trauma that he had endured. It may have been because this was the last day of his classes for the year. The last semester of the year was coming to a close, so he was going to be losing a lot of his students to graduation. Regardless of the reason, he had woken up thinking about his past, which didn’t happen very often anymore. So much had happened since he had moved out that there were some days where he forgot where he had come from. But with that came days like today, when all he could think about was his past. That meant that being on the outside of the chaos around all the other people that had tasks without him reminded him of being a kid. The other children in the Hargreeves house hadn't meant to always leave him out, even when they were playing, but they were so separated from each other that it ended up happening anyway.

Slowly, things were beginning to wind down and the chaos was turning into a more controlled tide. Viktor took a couple of steps back so that he was by the refreshment table, standing off to the side so that he was out of the way and could continue people-watching without actually being noticed. He felt his face brighten a little bit as he saw the one person he had truly been looking for.

Helen noticed him as well, giving him a smile. "Fancy seeing you here," she smirked as she finally moved over to her boyfriend. She reached out so that her fingers threaded together with Viktor's and they were standing closer together. The musician's other hand was clutching the strap that was keeping his violin up on his shoulder, which alerted his girlfriend to how out of sorts he was feeling. "How are you doing, my dear?"

"I… can't stop thinking about my childhood for some reason," he sighed. "Something about letting all my students go, I guess."

The woman clicked her tongue. She pressed a kiss to Viktor's cheek to try and soothe his nerves. "Make sure you bring that up during your next session. I know you can sometimes forget now that you're only having monthly."

"What would I do without you?" Viktor asked. He took the hand that he was holding and then pressed his lips to it in a brief kiss.

"Be a semi-well adjusted human, I would hope," she chuckled.

Viktor giggled, rolling his eyes. It was a joke between the two of them that Viktor would never be completely well adjusted no matter how many medications he was on or therapy he did, not even after fully transitioning. It had come from the reaction that Helen had when she really learned about what her boyfriend's childhood had been like. Her exact words had been 'how could anyone growing up in a home like that be functional?' Viktor had found it hilarious instead of offensive, partly because of his aforementioned childhood.

They had to break apart when the producer called out towards them, "Hargreeves?"

"Yes?" Viktor and someone else on the set called in reply at the same time.

Despite having just dropped his girlfriend's hand he reached out and threaded their fingers together again. He was seeking comfort as his heart thrummed in his chest due to panic. "Love, you're alright," she murmured. Helen was able to tell when her lover was barreling towards a panic attack from just a few things. Viktor got a nervous tic where both of his hands would flutter like they were preparing to play a note on the piano. His breath would hitch every time he tried to take an inhale. The biggest signifier was always the step back he took, no matter where he was.

"Professor, not missus," the director chuckled.

"That would be me," Viktor said, dropping his girlfriend's hand so that he could bring some attention to himself. He was desperately trying to ignore the fact that one of his siblings was most likely on set as well, and he might have to run into them. He hadn't had any contact with them since he had published his book in the down time of his sophomore year of college. The added bonus of his gender crisis and subsequent transition made any future interaction he might have with them utterly terrifying. His therapist hadn’t even begun unpacking that specific trauma, that was how badly the idea of it freaked him out.

"Professor? It's Doctor," Helen piped up.

"It's not a big deal," Viktor soothed. "What did you need from me?"

The director motioned for the both of them to walk onto the set. "We wanted you to know what the set looked like so that you could help the audio department when they record your songs," he explained. "Dr. Cho is going to be telling you what you should perform but we're relying on you to be our expert while helping the actress learn how to play and making the song sound accurate."

"I know with the internet it has to be difficult to make a movie with someone that doesn't know how to play the instrument the same way that the character does," he chuckled. He shifted his violin around a little bit as his girlfriend moved to stand beside him. They both looked over the current set and then the ways that things were going to look when they were actually in the movie. They were shepherded off the set and into the hallway so that they could begin shooting the scene.

Helen reached over so that she was holding her boyfriend's free hand while they walked. She had something that she had to do in a couple of minutes, but she had enough time to walk Viktor to his practice room. "So what do you think? Now that you're in my world," she chuckled.

"I've worked in your orchestra before, Helen," Viktor giggled.

"But you've never had this much of a part in it before. I'm writing a piece specifically for you and it's going to play throughout the entire movie," Helen commented.

"It's nerve wracking. I know that I've played pieces in front of hundreds of thousands of people and we play in the same orchestra, but it still makes me nervous," he sighed. "Especially since my sister might also be working on this movie."

"It'll be okay," Helen murmured. She reached her spare hand up so that she could cup her boyfriend's cheek. She brought their lips together in a sweet kiss, for just a moment. "Even if she is here, you're okay. You can talk to her and handle anything that she throws at you. Because you're mostly stable."

The shorter of the two rolled his eyes but then gave his girlfriend another swift kiss. "Go do your job. I'm going to try my best to learn that piece you spent all last week making me while I was doing finals," he chuckled.

"If you insist, my dear," Helen replied. “Please remember to correct your sister if she comes up to you and misgenders you. You’ve been through Hell because of the things your father and siblings did to you, you deserve to be gendered correctly.” Viktor felt his heart melt inside of his chest as he looked over his wonderful and supportive girlfriend. He cupped her cheek with one hand and pressed their lips together in a delicate kiss. When they broke apart, she gave her boyfriend's hand a soft squeeze before she continued her way to where she would be helping her orchestra learn the pieces she had written for the movie.

Viktor slipped into the dressing room that they had given him so that he could learn his piece while on set if they needed him for the actress playing the main character. He removed his violin from the case and then began to get the sheet music set up on the music stand that they had provided him. He had gotten about halfway through learning the piece in the last hour when there was a knock on his door. He carefully laid his violin down into the case and then the bow on the couch next to it.

He opened the door, peeking out at who had interrupted him. "Yes?" he asked nervously.

"Vanya?"

A flare of panic and dysphoria overtook him as he heard the name that he had used in what now felt like an entirely different life. He barely even recognized it anymore. He didn’t bother correcting her as his shocked brain finally realized that his sister was actually standing in front of him. "Allison?" he asked, his eyes widening. He bit his lip as he moved so that he was standing all the way up and the door was opened a little bit more. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Well I saw you on the set, so I had to come and say hi. We finished doing the scene that we needed to get done today. I figured that I could come and say hi. May I?" she asked, motioning into the room.

Viktor's brain was still chugging to try and catch up with what was happening. He hadn't seen his siblings since he left the house a little bit before their eighteenth birthday. He hadn't talked with any of them since he published his book. He had gotten an angry voicemail from Diego that was just a lot of shouting and stuttering. He assumed that Klaus either had no idea or was too out of his mind on drugs to comment on anything Viktor did. He had gotten no response from Luther and their father. Allison, on the other hand, had written a very long letter expressing her disappointment and panic about how this could affect her career.

In retrospect, maybe it was a good thing that they had all stopped talking to him since he didn’t know how they would all take the whole transition, especially given how dismissive they had been of him throughout their entire childhood.

Viktor blinked and moved away from the doorway so that the woman could walk past him, "Oh, uh, of course."

Allison entered, her eyes immediately flashing over to the violin. "Is this the same one that you played when we were kids?"

"I mean, I had to replace the strings back when I was in college, but yeah," he nodded. He had a shy smile on his face as he tried to think of how he was supposed to react around the other woman, and if he was supposed to come out to her. Helen had said that he had worked too hard to be misgendered, but coming out again after so long without being misgendered felt like a lot to handle right now.

"Wow, it's been so long since then. I didn't even know that you went to college. I never got an invitation to your graduation," she commented, sounding a little hurt.

"I, uh, had two," he replied nervously. "My masters and then my doctorate. The doctorate was only three years ago," he chuckled.

"Why didn't you invite me?" she asked.

"Well, I thought that you wouldn't want to come. I mean, I wrote my book when I was a sophomore so by the time I was graduating I figured that I would have accidentally cut off any and all connections to you guys," Viktor rubbed the back of his head nervously. "If I had sent you an invitation to my graduation, would you have come?"

Allison considered it for a moment before she answered, "I'm not sure. I know that I definitely would have attended your doctorate graduation. That's a huge life event," she insisted. "I would have wanted to be back in your life at that point."

"But you never reached out," he shrugged. He walked over to the couch, sitting down next to his open violin case. He had picked up his bow and was now tapping it against his hand to try and rid himself of the nervous energy building in chest, just under his heart. Things around the room began to rumble almost like they were having a miniature earthquake, but Viktor had gotten so used to that happening whenever he had an anxiety attack that he just ignored it.

"I got busy. Movies are a lot of work," she shrugged. "And the book was kind of a signal to a lot of us that you didn't want to talk. I think it just ended up being a miscommunication between all of us," Allison moved to carefully sit down next to him.

Vitkor packed his violin away entirely so that it was tucked up against the couch. "Yeah, I guess so."

“You also never reached out to us,” Allison commented, her voice soft and nervous. Viktor wasn’t sure that he had ever heard his sister be that soft. The other Hargreeves didn’t reply, just fiddled with a couple of the stiffer hairs on his cheek that he had missed when shaving that morning.

They lapsed into silence for a moment before the taller of the two siblings asked, "What's been going on in your life, other than getting a doctorate?" she asked. She had a soft smile on her face and was leaning easily back against the back of the couch.

"Well, I got together with my girlfriend," he answered. He realized that was the perfect opportunity to come out, but it still felt like his gender identity was a raw wound and poking it wouldn’t help anything.

Allison's eyes lit up at hearing that. She reached out so that she was touching her brother's hand, "Tell me about her?"

"We were together on the set. Her name is Helen Cho, she's going to be the composer for this movie," Viktor explained. "She's the one that wrote the song I was practicing when you knocked."

"How did the two of you meet?" Allison asked next, the smile unable to fall away from her face. This seemed like something that was a lot easier for her to talk about than their tumultuous history or his gender.

"We were in the same orchestra. I was in third chair and she was in first. She barely even talked to me for the first year that we played together. By the time I was in my sophomore year of college I was on new meds, not the weird things that Dad had been giving me my entire life. It was like new life had been breathed into me. I was able to write the entire book and get it published. And I was able to de-chair Helen. She said that she had to figure out what kind of person could move up through the ranks of the orchestra so fast and so she asked me out. She'll never admit this, but I think that she liked me from the very beginning. We found out that we were also going to the same college and both studying music. She was learning to be a composer, obviously, and I ended up becoming a professor at the university I graduated from."

Her eyes softened as she listened to the story. She had met the composer a few times before, and had liked her alright even though she thought that she was a little self-centered. Her brother seemed head-over-heels for her. "V-” she paused, pursing her lips. “You know that’s not what I was talking about, even if I’m happy to hear you’re in a healthy relationship. Do you feel comfortable talking to me about…”

“Me being a guy?” Viktor asked. He was picking at the skin on the side of his thumb like he always did when he was nervous.

Allison’s shoulders lost a lot of the tension that had built up during his story. “Yeah, that. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay. Helen said that I should come out to you anyway,” he shook his head. “There’s not a lot to talk about. After I stopped taking those meds that Dad doped me up with I realized how unhappy I was with my life. My therapist was the first to point it out to me actually. I just kind of… transitioned after that. I go by Viktor now. I wanted to keep my heritage alive, and I liked the ‘V’ nickname you guys used to call me. I use he/him pronouns.”

The taller sibling reached over, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “The most important thing is, are you happy?”

"I'm very happy," Viktor nodded. He could feel a blooming appreciation growing in his chest the more he talked with his sister. He had never had the best relationship with them when they were all children, but he had missed them dearly after he published his book. Knowing that he had a chance of having at least Allison back in his life, and accepting him as her brother, was more than he could have ever asked for. "What about you?"'

"I'm married, and my husband and I have a daughter who's about two," Allison beamed. She glanced at the clock and then swore, standing up from the couch. "I have to get going, but we should catch up sometime, maybe spend some time together. Especially now that we know we don't hate each other. What's your number?" She dug her phone out of her bag and then handed it to the man.

Viktor input the requested information his sister needed before he handed it back over. "I'll be available pretty much all Summer. This and some lessons are the only thing that I have scheduled," he smiled at his sister. He could barely even put words to how good it felt to have someone that had known him so personally in his pre-transition life easily accept him now.

"It's good to see you, Viktor. Maybe we can reach out to some of the others too," Allison suggested. She opened her arms in the offer of a hug, which Viktor took after a moment of consideration. They bid each other goodbye before he was left alone in his practicing room.

He got his violin back out and began to think as he ran through the beginning of the song that his girlfriend had made for him. The angry words post-book and transition had built themselves into a complicated mess of nerves inside of him, to the point where the idea of seeing his siblings literally terrified him. Being forced into a situation where he came out to Allison and caught up with her helped chip away at the hard bundle until it felt more achievable. Like getting back in touch with his siblings was something he could reasonably do. There was some small part of him that wanted the first sibling he talked to again after leaving the house to be Five, but he had to give up that hope when fifteen years finally rolled around. He thought that Klaus would probably be the easiest to talk to again, but Allison was definitely above Diego and Luther. While the music surrounded him and pierced through his soul, he smiled to himself. He was reconnecting with his family, and there was nothing better.

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rosewantstowrite · 2 years

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Long Forgotten memories

Chapter one: funeral run

A/n: So this story won’t be a x reader, it’s going to be a female oc x five. I haven’t written one of these stories in a long while, so please bear with me but I had an idea for this story and it was from my old rp muse from quotev so I decided to write a story about it, I don’t know how many parts there will be but I’m going to do at least three parts. If this isn’t what you like then move on please, oh and this'll have Klaus as a drug type of deal for the reader. Where the reader smoke, does weed, and drink and have sex with Klaus and goes back to that way with him after three months since that when the feelings of being shattered would return. The reader likes Klaus but they’re still in love with Five. This will take place in season one so I won’t be referring Viktor as Viktor it’ll be Vayna until furthermore I think that’s it.

Paring: Five Hargreeves x female oc

Warning: mention of sex, light sex scene (they get cockblock like all in my other books lol) , mention of drugs, some smoking of cigarettes, drinking.

On October 1st, 1989, 43 babies were born but the mothers weren’t pregnant the beginning of the day, but they give birth, and Rosaline Kwon was one of the babies, but her parents didn’t give her up when a stranger offered them money, so she was grew up as normal as she could because when her powers started to show she was punished for using them, but as she grew older she would use them, her parents moved right next door to the Academy, that’s how she met her best friend at the time Fiv, she would sneak out and go over there, and it seem like everything was fine until Reginald noticed and said if she didn’t train with his kids he would kick her off of his land, so she would go over there and train or play with the kids. She grew very close with Five and became good friends with Klaus.

Reginald would sometime help her with her powers, she learn to make shields, weapons and used her powers to turn liquid into shapes, she was about to learn how to change her body older or younger when one day Five blinked into her room, telling her about how he got into an argument with Reginald about time traveling and saying how he was ready to do it. She tried to convince him not to go, but he got angrier and blinked away and the next day when Rosaline had come to visit, Vayna said that Five didn’t return home, making Rosalina’s world turn upside down and shattered her heart. She ran home and her parents asked what happened and she told them.

She started to limit her time with the Hargreeves, but Klaus wasn’t taking it so he would sneak into her bedroom and keep her company. It started out innocent at first watching movies, cuddling, drinking hot chocolate, but one difficult night where Rosaline’s parents went to a date night which means they wouldn’t be home until midnight and it was eight pm, so there she was, sobbing over Five, unbeknownst to her, Klaus climb up to the window like normal and saw her like that he got out the window before going to the gas station down the road and when he return to her room, she was in the corner with her head in her knees, he tapped on the window considering it was locked, she open the window to let him in, the alcohol he bought was whiskey, and they drink until they were drunk. Well more like Rosaline was drunk and Klaus was buzzing, but he was high so he wasn’t in a headspace not to touch her, and she wasn’t in the mindset to stop him, next thing she knew she was naked and was being eaten out by Klaus, it was happening so quickly because next thing she knew she was underneath him with him in her, causing lewds noises to escape her throat, than she was coming undone, she had came all over his member and that’s how their little hangs out become a drinking session, smoking weed, smoking cigarettes and sex, that how their one close friendship become a ritual to make her forget about Five for periods of three months, that how it happen, how they come to an agreement to do this when she needed the numbing session, Klaus would repeat the session of numbing her.

Today was like any other day, Rosaline was sitting in her apartment rewatching Black Summer when she got a text from Klaus about Reginald’s death and that everyone would be there and it’d be nice if she was there, considering she used to be part of the family when she was always there. So deciding to go, she put on a sweetheart line black strapless shirt, with a black leather jacket, a black choker, her make up a neutral look, her hair up in a braid, her earrings has roses with crosses hanging down from the roses, black rip skinny jeans with rhinestones in between the ripped parts, and black combat boots, she grabbed her black cross body purse, Rosaline grabbed her keys and walked out of her apartment, Rosaline walked down the street and stopped at the flower shop, Rosaline gnawed on her bottom lip that held her lip ring, should she buy flowers? Deciding against it she kept walking towards the Academy, she saw the donut diner they used to hang out, so she got everyone’s favorites donuts and drinks, she paid and walked out of the diner as she carefully walked towards the Academy again as to not drop anything, once she got to the gates that was in front of the Academy, she set down the food and open it before grabbing everything before kicking the door softly, and within a minute she was greeted with Pogo the chimpanzee butler.

“Oh, miss Rosaline, we weren’t expecting you, but it’s good to see you again, come on in, everyone's in the living room.” He said and Rosaline walked into the mansion, she saw that’s nothing had change, she looked around until she heard yelling from the living room, she walked in to see Luther and Diego screaming, she arched a brow, clearing her throat but seeing that it’s doesn’t mattered, she look at Klaus that he had cup of drink, she made the water float before smacking Luther in the face before doing the same thing to Diego. When they looked around to see what happened, seeing it as a bourbon, but Klaus was away from them made them turn towards the entrance of the living room. “Rosa!” Klaus got up and ran to her picking her up and twirling around her. She groaned as she was still off of the floor, she heard his laughter before she managed to get freed from him and looked at everyone who gave her a smile beside those two guys who had been hit by alcohol. She took a seat by Allison and Vayna. She listened to everything before rolling her eyes and crossed her arms. “Luther, you’re being more ridiculous than normal. No one here would kill Reginald, you’re out of your mind.” Rosaline said but Luther shook his head. “But someone took the eye piece that he always wears.” He said and Diego snorted. “It’s worthless.” He said, causing Luther to go on about exactly that someone had to kill him.

“I’m leaving to find something in Five’s room to steal.” Rosaline said and left as everyone started to leave to go wherever they wanted to go in the house, truthfully Rosaline had only gone to Five’s room to climb her way up to the roof, but stopped at his closet and grabbed one of his blazers, normally she avoid anything of his, but it was cold out and the feeling of missing him hit her hard, she climbed up and put the blazer on and let his minty scent take over her senses, she started to fall back into the depression so she called Klaus which he instantly picked up.

“Hey hun? Why are you crying—? Shit! Hey hey, I’m coming to you, where are you?” His voice went from loud to soft and worried. She felt the tears threatening to come falling down. She blew out the air in her lungs. “I’m on the roof, hurry, I don’t think I can survive any longer. I’m stupid, but I grabbed his blazer, it smells like him, I didn’t think it’d brought back these feelings.” She cried out quietly and she heard shuffling on his end, she started to silently sob but he knew her too well. “Hey, don’t cry, you said the roof right? Did you go through his window?” Her drug asked and she sob out a ”yes,” and within ten minutes there was the drug addict wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in. Before releasing her and removing Five’s blazer before pulling her into his lap and pulling her close to his body to let his body heat warm her up. She looked up at him and her eyes were shining with brokenness. She chewed on her bottom lip but Klaus pulled her lips from her mouth with his thumb and leaned in only meters away asking to help her forget. She leaned in and they both connected their lips together, she tangled her hands in his hair and pressed her body against him. He picked her up and moved away from the ledge and laid them down on the ground that was away from the ledge, he sat up making her sit up in his lap, he shrugged off his coat and Rosaline did the same. Klaus looked at her shirt with a smirk and traced the top of her breasts. “It’s like you did this all for me, knowing you’d need me to forget.” He teased as he pulled her shirt off, he undo her bra and made a neat clothes pile, she shivered at the coldness. She took his shirt off and began to kiss the nape of his neck as she began to grind against him, her juices beginning to spread between her legs. She stopped before taking her jeans down and underwear off, she undo his belt and put her hand in his pants to reveal his member as she was about to lower herself down there was a loud boom and a sudden blue flash.

Klaus quickly helped her get dressed and got himself dressed, they raced down to the courtyard where everyone else was. She glare at the portal, she was suspicious of who this was, there was only one person who could do it, and she was just wearing his blazer before she was about to get her drug, Klaus come running out with a fire extinguisher and tried to spray the portal but it didn’t do anything so he threw it. But then there was an old male trying to push himself out but it started to change into the boy she hated but secretly still loves. Everyone gathered around and then the person fell and landed on the ground. Everyone stared at the person and she felt all those emotions on the door. Hatred, betrayed, depression, anger, loneliness. She chewed on her lip ring and watched as he stood up and her suspicion was correct. It’s Five Hargreeves that created that. “Is it just me or do I see little five?” Klaus broke her train of thought and gripped Klaus’s hand as he squeezed it comfortingly. She stared at him as he looked down, all he said was; “Shit.” She knew this is going to be a long day.

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