#allison hargreeves for president

[feralnumberfive]

Who are The Kennedy Six?

I went back and screenshot the book Viktor was reading at the beginning of 3x02 and found something really, really, really, interesting you guys need to see

Here's the text version (Note: I will not be using Viktor's deadname and pronouns) and also man there are a few continuity and capitalization errors in this so I'm going to correct them:

The Kennedy Six is a group of Communists said to have orchestrated the assassination of John F. Kennedy, 35th President of The United States, on November 22nd, 1963.

Hargreeves, Viktor: A Soviet spy and founding member of The Kennedy Six, a group of Communist said to have orchestrated the assignation (Note: that is an error and is supposed to be "assassination") of John F. Kennedy, 35th President of The United States, on November 22nd, 1963. Though no date of birth is known, education and medical records place Viktor Hargreeves in Saint Petersburg, Russia, as early as 1947. Official reports released by the CIA, FBI, and U.S. Department of Defense provide evidence of Mr. Hargreeves' involvement in the establishment of Soviet Satellite States, during which time he is said to have [con]-tact with American Double Agent and-[cut off]- The Kennedy Six, Luther-[cut off]- [con?]-tent of their familial- (last word is mostly cut off ->) [mn/ed]

First part of Diego's is cut off: -Communist-[cut off]-the Cuban Government-[cut off]-[founding?]-member of The Kennedy Six, a group of Communist said to have orchestrated the assassination of John F. Kennedy, 35th President of The United States, on November 22nd, 1963. Once thought to be a [sleeper?] agent for the Cuban government who was smuggled into the country as a baby and [trained?] to become radicalized against the U.S. democracy from an early age, his true origin remains unknown due to a lack of official records of his birth or origin. The FBI can only officially place him in the United States as-

early as 1963. According to official reports from the CIA, he is believed to have been in communication and a disgraced former high-ranking intelligence officer for the Cuban government. It is rumored that he lost an eye in Cuba in a cigar attack as punishment for compromising an intelligence operation. His association with The Kennedy Six is believed to be on behalf of the Cuban government and their interest in removing Kennedy from office by whatever means necessary. While the FBI and other federal law enforcement agencies have been unable to prove this connection, unofficial reports place him in Cuba shortly before his arrival in Dallas and eventual rendezvous with his co-conspirators. His whereabouts to this day are unknown, though he is widely believed to be hiding in Cuba.

Hargreeves, Allison: As an American born civil agitator recruited by radical terror groups to infiltrate the American Civil Rights Movement in an attempt to disrupt and discredit the country's Federal Government. A hairdresser by trade, Allison Hargreeves sought ot use her position in local politics to lure John F. Kennedy to Texas, setting up the 35th President for assassination on November 22nd, 1963. Though any direct involvement with The Kennedy Six remains [the rest is unintelligible]

Number Five: Known only by his KGB Codename, Number Five is assumed to be the youngest member of The Kennedy Six, a group of Communist said to have orchestrated the assassination of John F. Kennedy, 35th President of The United States, on November 22nd, 1963. Though existing records remain seal (supposed to be "sealed") under the US Espionage Act, Number Five is widely known to have been handpicked by First Secretary of The USSR, Nikita Khrushcev, to recruit American citizens in the effort to collect sensitive political and military information as relating to The United States policy of Communist Containment. A Federal Grand Jury is issued an indictment for Number Five's arrest in December 1963. The indictment remains open.

Hargreeves, Klaus: A prominent religious leader of an influential cult movement and believed to be a member of The Kennedy Six, a group of Communist which is said to have orchestrated the assassination of John F. Kennedy, 35th President of The United States, on November 22nd, 1963. Initially believed to be a recruitment camp and training facility for potential religious movement-[cut off]-federal authorities-[cut off]-the latter was eve-[cut off]-was levied with-[cut off]-charges of n-[cut off]-[unintelligible]-cy fo [the rest is unintelligible except a few words at the end]-or how he first-[unintelligible]-The Kennedy Six, and his [whereabouts are?] unknown to this day.

Hargreeves, Luther: An American -[unintelligible] - boxer with connection -[unintelligible]-mafia crime families, and a [member of?] The Kennedy Six, a group of Communist which is said to have orchestrated the assassination of John F. Kennedy, 35th President of The United States, on November 22nd, 1963. According to reports from the -[unintelligible]- U.S. Department of Defense, [Mr.?] Hargreeves was an agent and known -[unintelligible]- Jack Ruby, and his involvement in The Kennedy Six is believed to be on behalf-[next paragraph is mostly cutoff]- A coordination of mutual interests shared between Soviets and the American mafia. Authorities remain in pursuit of him this day, though he was rumored to have perished in a robbery near his Argentinian hideout sometime in the mid 1980's.

They can't be The Hargreeves from this (the current at the time Sparrow 2019 timeline) timeline because they weren't born, this was in the 60s, and why would they have ended up in the 60s anyways? They obviously aren't our Hargreeves from the 60s either because of all the information in the text and the pictures of Five in a military uniform along with Luther and Klaus's mugshots. Unless this is the FBI lying to try to cover up and tie loose ends and create false identities because they failed to truly discover our Hargreeves identities back in the 60s? Have the Hargreeves been changed in the history books?

So, who the hell are these Hargreeves?

it's-it's just the FBI making them up....

#I just can't believe this holy shit #tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua s3 #tua spoilers #tua s3 spoilers #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #hargreeves siblings #the kennedy six

[nickeverdeen]

hello! I really enjoy reading ur work, so I’m wondering if I could request a TUA (the umbrella academy) preference where the reader confesses their feelings during an argument (they aren’t dating yet) no pressure ofc <3 thank u sm for being a good writer!!

Thanks for requesting!!! And thanks for those words, I might be slower at writing considering I have school tests everyday, well I mean I’m in law school so what was I expecting-

Anyway, thanks a lot for everything 🫶

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Confessing your feelings to Umbrella Academy members during an argument

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TW: Cussing, mention of injury, drugs, sometimes cliché

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You = white text

Luther = blue text

Diego = red text

Allison = pink text

Klaus = orange text

Five = green text

Ben = also green text, but cursive (‘cause I’m running out of colors)

Viktor = purple text

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Luther Hargreeves

This takes place in season 1

The argument was pretty simple

You just wanted him to shut up for like 5 seconds about the moon and stop defending Reginald and digging into his death

You two were currently standing in the “meeting room” in the Umbrella Academy along with others discussing how Reginald died. Sure you weren’t part of this family, but you were invited anyway. Why you had no idea, maybe ‘cause you were a family friend?

“Jesus Christ Luther, stop digging into it so much. It was a heartattack, calm down” you rolled your eyes sighing as you agreed along with others that Reginald died of a heart attack.

“Oh so you’re on their side now? Even my best friend, great” he chuckled at the irony rolling his eyes. “Well I wonder why” Diego sneered. Soon the whole room started arguing about it, you’ve had enough of this. They were adults so they should act like it

Standing up from your seat you shook your head whistling which only caught Viktor’s and Allison’s attention… not what you wanted.

“Shut the fuck up!” You finally yelled and they all grew silent except for Diego who insulted his brother and you before storming off. “We’re all adults yet you all act like kids. Get your shit together” you sighed frustrated.

With that Luther got up and took few steps towards you “You don’t have a say in this. Dad was murdured, and last time I checked I was on the Moon to-“ Luther started but got cut off by you

“Luther, for the love of god, as much as I love you, shut up about the Moon and stop defending him” You rolled your eyes making Viktor raise his eyebrows suprised

Luther stood there kidna offended at first before realizing what you said “Wait what?” You just cussed under your breath. This is gonna be a long day.

At first Allison was kidna jealous for sure, but slowly joined Klaus with sometimes teasing you. You had a lot of explaining to do.

Diego Hargreeves

This takes place in season 2

Along woth others you had enough of Diego thinking about J. F. Keneddy 24/7

It was another night at Elliot’s and here you were, sitting in a corner across the room from Diego with Five between the two of you. You all were watching a tape Hazel gave Five before dying, a man on a grassfield was standing there when the president is getting shot.

To be honest you rightfully along with Lila who was sitting near you had no idea who this is unlike the two boys who seemed shocked at it

“Uh guys? Wanna also tell us who that is?” You asked awkwardly with Lila nodding slightly only to hear a whisper “dad” escape their mouths at the same time.

“Do you see this? That’s dad and he is the one who killed the president” Diego turned to you with a serious expression “Oh here we go” You rolled your eyes crossing your arms. “How can you know for sure that it was him? It doesn’t look like he’s holding a gun” you just shrugged leaving Diego frowning

“Do you even listen to me? That’s a proof that he is the killer!” Diego stood up pacing around the room

“And you know that how? He-“ you get cut off as he looks at you sharply, if you didn’t know him you’d think he’s crazy

“Take it easy, Diego” Five said calmly trying to ease the situation, but of course it didn’t help. “He is the killer! Don’t you hear me?! The evidence is right here!” Diego yells at you pointing at the tape

“Oh for fuck’s sake, you don’t wanna tell me that I fell for a madman” You scoffed crossing your arms taking a step towards him and he took a small step back as he processed what you said

“Well that’s an awkward silence” Lila said chuckling slightly, but none of you spoke until Five told you both that there’s no time for these things right now and you both followed him out to wherever you guys are going

“We’re not done with this conversation” Diego said, but not so agressively, more calmly yet of course not softly as it ain’t in his nature.

Allison Hargreeves

This takes place in season 3

You were starting to get really annoyed with her, but when you caught her trying to rumor herself in the mirror to be happy you couldn’t be angry or upset with her at that moment

You and other Hargreeves siblings were just miding your own businesses, but you did notice that Allison was missing. At first you didn’t make a big deal out of it, she was being really annoying, but still that didn’t mean that you didn’t care about her. You were on this crazy Hargreeves rollecoster since the very beggining and they were all very dear to you.

So here you were looking through the whole hotel for her, you were starting to give up before you heard a glass break in the bathroom.

Slowly you stepped in and that’s when you witnessed it. “I heard a rumor that you were happy” Allison said trying to rumor herself through the mirror you weren’t sure if it’d work, but you sure as hell were concerned by now, you were aware that she had a hard time, but this was really bad.

“Allison?” You stepped in properly after seeing that it doesn’t work

Allison slightly jumped at the sudden voice, she didn’t need to turn around to know that it’s you “What do you want?”

Her words were sharp, but you tried to ignore the feeling and took few steps closer, your eyes inspecting her bloody hand from the distance. “Are you okay…?” You asked slowly unsure if she wants to open up

She just scoffed rolling her eyes as she faced you “Since when do you care?” You didn’t like this defensive side of her, but you knew that loving her means loving her even at her worst

“I always cared, Al-“ getting cut off Allison stood up properly frowning “No you didn’t. You don’t care that Claire’s dead, you don’t care that both my husbands are dead! You don’t care at all!”

She shouted obviously getting irritated by your words even though they were honest. “Allison that’s not true!” You tried to argue back “I care about you and mainly your wellbeing! You need help-“ “I don’t need help! Now get out!” She cut you off once again taking few steps towards you, but you didn’t really take any steps back and stood your ground

“Yes you do! You’re even rumoring yourself to be happy! You’re not alright at all!” You took a deep breath taking few steps towards her as well “Just let me help you!” You looked up at her, but she wasn’t calming down any time soon and you knew that. “And why would you want that?! To impress others with your comforting skills?! Make me feel even worse?!”

She shouted, she knew damn well that she doesn’t mean it and knew that she’s being a bitch right now, but she couldn’t stop. She was hiding her pain and anger deep down inside of her for too long and even though she didn’t want to, she just had to let it out on you. Not ‘cause she wanted to, but ‘cause you were closest and she knew you’d forgive her overtime, plus you understood her and she just had to let everything out despite knowing it’s not heathly for neither of you.

“No! Of course not! Allison I love you and don’t want you to suffer! Please…”

You were more calm at the end, but got confused when she shut up and just stared at you in shock before it hit you that you just confessed

“What?” She asked blinking in confusion, but also a neutral voice “Allison… I love you” you repeated making sure she knows you don’t mean just as friends

“Please don’t… I’ll just lose you too. Stop” she mumbled shaking her head, she couldn’t take another loss

“You won’t lose me” you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed her just shortly and slightly of course, you didn’t wanna scare her. “Now let me help you with your hand” you took her bloody hand and started tending it knowing that Allison isn’t ready for a relationship just yet so you didn’t expect her to say it back right now, but you knew that she did love you.

Klaus Hargreeves

This takes place in season 1

You catch Klaus stealing in the Academy from his father on the funeral day

“Klaus? Wha- what are you doing?” You laughed seeing him under his father’s table where Reginald kept all his work

“Oh Y/N! How nice it is to see youuuuu” He sounded high and he probably was, but then again he had every reason to get high, but that doesn’t mean you approved of it

Klaus quickly reached for a hug which you with a sigh accepted “Klaus you’re high again” you crossed your arms rolling your eyes. “We talked about this”

“But those bitches are everywhere and it’s just so much better” he smiled amd you had to chuckle at his silliness “Give me the drugs” you held out your hand raising eyebrows “Oh you want it too????”

He asked and gave it to you and you just threw it out of the window “What’re you doing?!” He exclaimed with wide eyes “Helping you. Now go wash your face.”

You said clearly pissed off by his behaivor “Y/n! I need those!!!” He whined making you roll your eyes “No, you don’t. You need therapy, along with this whole family of yours” you stated clearly

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” He whined “You don’t understand what I’m going through when I’m clean!” He suddenly yelled at you making you raise your eyebrows

“No Klaus, you don’t understand what I’m going through when I see the man I love somewhere begging for drugs instead of trying to get a real help!”

You argued back, but he stopped “What?”

Five Hargreeves

This takes place in season 3

You both didn’t pick the same side when Reginald asked you all who’s for saving the world and who’s against it - you voted for saving the world while he didn’t

“Are you serious?” You looked at Five frowning confused as he stood on the other side. “Five, after all this time of trying to save the world you’re just gonna give up on the only chance we have ‘cause your older you told you so?”

You scoffed shaking your head and he frowned stepping closer to you “Y/N I am doing the right thing. Right, we’ve been trying to save the world this whole time and did we manage to change something? Nein! It’s over and over the same” Five frowned stepping closer to you

Unaware of the small distance between you two you stepped closer too and looked down at him “I’m not just gonna sit here and wait for the world to end with a boy I fell for and see him die. Five just come on and try this! One more time”

You sighed and tried to plea him, but to no vail as he didn’t budge “”Boy I love”? Please don’t bring that cocky shit-” “Maybe we should all calm down, alright?” Viktor tried to diescelate the situation, but failed as you and Five ignored him and kept arguing.

“You think you’re always right, hm? You are a child, you-” However you cut him off with a sneer “A child? That’s rich coming from you” Five took a deep breath and looked up at you his height making it impossible for him to look you straight in the eyes without looking up. “Y/N I love you, but you’re starting to seriously piss me off-“ He shut up as you all realized that another wave of Kugablitz is coming and had to run. Sure you two were gonna have to sort things out

Ben Hargreeves

This takes place in season 2

He got angry ‘cause you keep diapproving of him possesing Klaus’ body

(Btw Y/N can see Ben here)

“Am I talking to Ben or Klaus?” You asked annoyed not seeing Ben anywhere so you just assumed that he posessed Klaus’ body which was sitting on the floor

“Hey Y/N! It’s Ben! God I’m so glad you came I couldn’t find you at the courtyard” he got up and hugged you tightly, but you could still feel that it’s Klaus’ body which wasn’t ideal at all. You didn’t like it and you were over this conversation many times

“Ben… you do realize that I can see you just like Klaus can, right?” You sighed shaking your head in disapproval “But it’s not the same! In a body-“ he starts but you just cut him off

“In any body I can’t see you, but the person whose body it is, Ben” you sighed shaking your head “But Y/N, you don’t understand… being ghost.. it’s as if I’m nothing” He took few steps closer to you, but you just backed up

“Y/N, please just listen… you don’t know what it’s like!” Suddenly he snaps. That’s very out of character of him. “God, Ben. You don’t get it do you?! I don’t love the body you are in, I love you when you’re yourself, Ben!”

You shook your head frowning and andead silence falls in the room and you soon hear him parting from Klaus’ body

“Aw man, I feel like I’ll throw up” Klaus moans and backs up. You ignore him whimpering and just focus on Ben who’s too stunned to speak.

It’s gonna be a long day…

Viktor Hargreeves

This takes place in season 2

Y/N is helping Five look for others so they’d get them all to the suitcase in time, but Viktor insists to go back for Sissy and Harlan

You kept driving around couple of blocks looking for your best friend - Viktor - literally everywhere

Driving on a road leading away from Sissy’s farm you were slowly losing all hope, but for Viktor’s sake and your mental stability’s sake you kept going, you had to find him.

Driving away you saw another car passing by you and Viktor in it. Immediately you stopped in a way that your car - well a stolen car that you claim to be yours - died. Viktor on the other hand stopped slowly

“Viktor? Thank God, where were you?!” You were quick to hug him before he even had a chance to get out of the car properly

“Jesus! Y/N what are you doing here?” Obviously strandled a bit Viktor pulled away and rubbed your shoulder a bit “What’s going on?”

“Five found a way to get back home! No apocalypse or anything like that, we can go back!” You quickly explained and started walking towards your car, but stopped when you realized he wasn’t following “Viktor?” He shifted in his place thinking “I hate to tell you this, but we only have fifteen minutes-“ you started, but he cut you off

“I’m taking Sissy and Harlan” Viktor practically stated “What? Viktor you can’t do that, their disappearance could have major concequences” you shook your head looking back at your watch. 13 minutes.

“What consequences would it create if we’d just take a farm boy and woman with us?” Viktor obviously had enough and he headed back to his car “We don’t have time for that Viktor!” You pulled him by his arm back and he only snatched it away “Viktor don’t” you warned him shaking your head, true you don’t have powers, but he doesn’t have to know that

“What’s so wrong about this? I love Sissy and am not leaving her!” You knew he did. He loves Sissy, but you kidna were in denial. “What?” He looked at you still angry, but more confused now that you’re silent. 2 minutes.

“Sissy isn’t the only one who loves you, you idiot” you said and got into your car, but Viktor stopped you by your hand

“What?”

#request #preferences #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreaves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

[fiveisthedaddyhere]

Do you know why I need a s4?

Five are still needing a hug (he was bonding more this season, but he still. Needing. A. Hug. Because everyone got a hug and that's unfair)

Viktor are still needing to play his fucking violin

Allison, I love ya, but you did terrible things and you need to apologize

Diego and Lila's child??

Where's Sloane??

Are the other Sparrows alive???

We still not knowing HOW THE HECK UMBRELLA!BEN DIED

Luther has a human body, I need more

They don't have powers, I need more of this as well (before they were superpowered dysfunctionals, now they're just dysfunctuonals)

Sorry but I DO NOT accept Five being the FUCKING Commission founder and I need an proper explanation because this is bullshit and I'm sad and I don't accept this

Talking about the devil, does the Commission exist in this new universe?

Reginald is what now? The president of the Earth? (Go back to you damn planet your asshole)

Why did the hargreeves separete again??? Are you dumbasses? You need to stick together plsss, I beg you 😭😭

How is Klaus going to survive if he can die now? Heeelp

I need more scenes of Claire in which she isn't in her bed lol

Ben was smiling. On a subway. Why? Does this mean he is Umbrella!Ben????? DOES THAT MEAN IT??

Did I already told I don't accept Five being the Commission founder? Because I do not. They can't throw it on my poor face and go good with this, I NEED ELABORATIONS!!!!

Season 3 cannot the finale because I said so.

I'm totally, absolutely, completely, insanely not fine

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #im ok 🙂 #the umbrella academy #tua #tua season 3 #umbrella academy #tua s3 #tua s3 spoilers #if they don't make a s4 I'll do it myself I swear

[mangoshorthand]

Flesh and Blood- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch3 (Hard Feelings Part 3)

SUMMARY: As Christmas approaches, everything between you and Five is perfect...until a destructive temporal anomaly gets in the way. Five is convinced another permutation of himself is to blame. Nothing's simple when you're in a relationship Five Hargreeves: could your loyalties be tested in a way unique to him? Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen

At Commission HQ, Herb realizes he has no alternative.

Smut below. Again. Proceed at your own risk

Chapter Three: Wynn

Herb sits behind his desk with his head in his hands. “Is there no other way?”

Betty sits across from him, nervously shuffling her file.

“I’ve run it again and again. We can’t warn him without altering the convectors. Neutralisation of the threat is the only action we can take.”

“And do we have to take action?”

“If we don’t, we risk altering the chain going forward. It’s too fractural- so many individual chains. If this is allowed to continue, there’s a good risk that the former president won’t-”

“Okay…okay.” He stares down at the desk top. He takes off his glasses and massages the bridge of his nose.

Betty sits forward a little, adjusting her crisp A-line skirt.

“I know you like the guy, Herb, but if he’d seen the math I have, he’d make the same call.”

 “He’s going to put up one hell of a fight... I was here when the Handler tried to take him on. He’s not the kind of guy you want against you.”

“Then I’d suggest dispatching the best. Someone who can get in, out and get it done quickly and quietly. If they perform their job well enough, he won’t even know about it.”

Herb sighs deeply and sorrowfully.

“And what if they fail? Betty, this is Five Hargreeves. The best Temporal Assassin we ever had. Paris: 1938- that was him.

Betty meets his eye. She knows that, he knows that; but their hands are tied. Herb knows that too.

He sighs again.

“Up security on the whole of Headquarters. And we’d better send Wynn.”

The old locker-room style showers have fallen out of use. In Five’s short-lived teenage life at the Academy, they had been a source of psychological torture at least equivalent to any other of Reginald’s ‘team building’ activities. It had been OK for Allison- the only girl going through training- she had six showers all to herself but, for the rest of them, it had been hell.

Five remembers desperately trying to hide his lack of body hair while they’d showered, having caught enough of a glimpse of Luther’s legs to know that there was certainly more to see. All the boys had stared determinedly at their own showers, trying to clean themselves as quickly as possible. Klaus had been the only one trying to break the tension, drawing attention to the weirdness with improvised songs to soft R&B melodies:

‘Just showering with my brothers, Gettin' soapy in the steam, We're cleanin' off after beatin' on each other, Livin' the fuckin' dream,

He'd pretended to be annoyed with Klaus at the time but, looking back, he had made it bearable.

Now, for old times' sake, he casts his eye around the boys’ locker room while one of the girls' showers runs next door. You hadn’t wanted to walk through the house, as covered in sweat as you were. He’d worked you hard today. You've been doing so well with basic combat that he’s trying to introduce you to the high kicks of his own hand-to-hand fighting style. Better take advantage of the time before you become too heavily pregnant to train. He's decided to just stay close to you until his doppelganger shows up- it's all he can do.

He gets an idea that makes him smirk. He strips off his workout clothing and washes himself in the boys’ showers quickly and very thoroughly. Time to reclaim these showers.

Naked and damp now, he presses his back against the doorway between the locker room and showers, he watches you reflected in one of the mirrors. You're applying soap to your breasts. He smirks: he really couldn’t be doing this at a more opportune time. As the lather trickles down, his eyes follow it. You're not really showing yet, but something about knowing his baby’s in there is exciting to the possessive tendency he has to repress for the sake of a healthy relationship. You're his now in a way you haven't been before.

He lets his hand drift to his crotch, intending to surprise you when fully erect, but then you meet his eyes in the mirror.

“You going to join me or just creep on me?”

His eyebrows raise as he walks casually over. Joining you beneath the warm water, he presses himself against you from behind. It takes less than a minute for his dick to get deliciously hard against your ass cheeks, especially as his insistent hands paw and rub at your breasts.

“I’ve got plans for you.” He whispers, breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“Do tell.”

“Last night was all about you-"

"Yeah, sure it was." you interrupt, prompting him to smack your ass with a flat hand.

"- So today, it's all about me. First, I want you to rim me and jerk me off...the rest I haven't decided yet but I'm sure I'll think of something.”

You can hear the evil smile in his voice, the satisfaction he takes in almost telling you to do dirty things. “Does that work for you?" he says, more softly. 

You nod, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Good..." he whispers, directly into your ear ". And, if you please me, I'll take you upstairs and make you come. Hard."

You snort laughter, "You know you're incredibly easy to please, right?"

He acknowledges this with another, sharper slap to your buttock.

“Get on your knees.”

You obey, amused. You kneel on the tiles behind him and he bends a little, using the waist-high bar running around the walls for support. You dive in eagerly, spreading his cheeks wider. As long as you don’t enter him, licking him like this always brings out his dominant side and today, that’s exactly what you want from him.

You give him long licks up and down the cleft of his buttocks. He lets out an ahh of amused pleasure.

“Taste good?”

You nod against him, surfacing long enough to say: “Yes, Mr Hargreeves,” with only an edge of irony.

“Mr Hargreeves?” he muses, “…interesting.”

The warm puff of your breath across his hole and the slick tip of your tongue makes his knees feel reluctant to stay locked in place. You circle the tight ring of muscle, eliciting shaky hums of delight. He can feel his nerves down there igniting like newborn stars.

Then, turning up the temperature, you french kiss his ass, using your lips now as well as your tongue, enjoying the feel of him and the clean taste. Saliva and shower water runs down your chin and onto his perineum.

At this, air abruptly leaves his mouth  and one of his hands pushes the back of your head deeper between his cheeks.

“Fuck, that’s it. Eat my ass and stroke me,” he groans.

You bring one hand round to the front and start to rub his dick, standing at a high angle today. He groans in satisfaction, pushing your head a little more. You speed your licks to concentrated flicks and add a flick of the wrist to your jerking. Water runs down his ass onto your face. He’s breathy now, whispering.

“Fuck…fucck. Such a good girl.”

You speed up, and sense his hips wanting to thrust into your fist. Redoubling your efforts, you lose yourself: the ass and dick become the only important things to you at this moment. Your mouth makes obscene noises, just audible over the cascading shower. 

When your fingers reach the tip of his dick, you can feel the pre-come leaking from his slit. You use two fingers to spread it around the sensitive glans before rolling his foreskin back down with a practiced twist. His breath hisses, his hips tense again and he grabs your wrist to stop you. 

“Nngh- stop.”

Smiling, you let his cock go and give him one final lick. Slowly, you stand up. Now it's your body pressed against his from behind. You can feel how tense he is, having just come down from the very brink of coming. You kiss from his shoulder to his neck, occasionally marking him with your teeth and then soothing the hickeys with your tongue. He arches back into you, his hands reaching behind himself and coming to rest on your ass. He pulls you closer to him. Finally, when you reach his ear, you whisper directly into it.

"Do you want my ass?"

He inhales sharply and, over his shoulder, you see his cock twitch invitingly, shower-water dripping heavily off its tip. 

"Yes."

His voice is gravelly now; his generous Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

You disengage from him briefly, bending over.You bring your hands to your asscheeks, you spread them wide for him. You cast a look at him over your shoulder, wondering what he's waiting for. 

He tears his eyes from the sight in front of him long enough to lather himself with soap.

“Mm…" he says, "look at you, bent over and spread for me.”

His right hand beats himself while the left explores your asshole with soapy fingers. He’s patient, occasionally giving his dick a little break while he gets you stretched out.

He's the only man you've ever let fuck you here. He knows he shouldn't find that hot, he knows the idea of 'virginity' (let alone anal virginity), is a construct and he knows the idea of 'taking'  virginity is equally inconsequential...yet he can't help but love the idea that you unknowingly saved this hole just for him. 

His breathing deepens. You feel the head of his dick butting against your taught ass, not quite gliding into you. Soap eases the entrance, but there’s something nice about being able to feel it. Your mouth falls open and you let out a low ‘Oh’ of pleasure. 

Your tight walls are firm but pliant around him, offering enough resistance to be deliciously tight. With the barest pressure from his hips, it swallows him.

“Deeper?” he says, voice restrained.

“Yes.”

He pushes in another inch and lets out a controlled exhale. You can tell by the tension in his body that he’s resisting the urge to thrust forward in one.

“Get balls deep, baby.”

With a grunt of relief, he jerks his hips forward, permission granted to do what he was holding back. Your ass protests a little, but being so full of him is more than enough recompense. It’s always his girth rather than length that gets you like this. Your pussy must be dripping. Even the knowledge that it will get its turn isn’t quite enough.

Sensing your mild discomfort, he pulls out carefully and applies more soap to both of you. It’s easier when he goes back in and you wiggle your hips to get him nice and snug inside you again, sliding down his length until your asscheeks are flush against his thighs. 

He looks down at the gooseflesh on your skin, at the lines of the body he now knows as well as his own yet which never fails to light his fire. He begins to fuck you, gently at first, but ever-increasing in intensity. 

“Nn-tight…tight little ass.”

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, his humps into your ass becoming more experimental. He circles his hips, sways his hips, trying out new sensations. One moment he’s pulling his soap-slippy shaft almost all the way out and the next trying to drive it deeper than it can go. 

“Fuck yes”, you groan through gritted teeth, “I love your cock in my ass, Five.”

And you do, particularly being used like this.

Soon, he finds a rhythm he likes and begins to ride it out. He’s bent over your back, hot chest pressed against your damp body. He rotates his pelvis rotating in a rapid, undulating figure eight.

When you cry out in pleasure, your tight sphincter suddenly clutches him, sending pleasurable spasms all the way down his dick. Oh wow.

“Going to come.”

“Come up my ass, Number Five.”

His rarely-used full name sends him spinning over the edge.  

Luther strolls through the courtyard. It’s a fine, crisp day and the birds sing. Maybe he can go and sit by Ben’s statue for a while, it’s always nice to do that on his visits to the academy. His attention is caught, however, by steam coming out of the slit like locker-room windows. Nobody’s used those showers in nearly fifteen years. Curiosity gets the better of him and he steps a little towards it. Yes- he can hear the shower running. He can hear the shower and-

“-eat my ass and stroke me.”

WHY. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING? Do they ever just…watch TV!? Is nowhere safe? He hurries back into the main house, feeling that his face must be melting like one of the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

“Okay.” Five claps his hands once and paces a little, “let’s not make this harder than it has to be.”

The family sit in the living room, called to a meeting and concerned as Five tries and fails not to pace. He picks up his glass of cognac nonchalantly. Something about the glass in his grip feels comforting, fitted to his hand. It acts as an easy rhetorical device- a glass can be waved, drained, sipped from or slammed down. He puts one hand in his pocket and takes a drink, playing for a little time.

“Shit or get off the pot, shitweasel,” says Lila.

“Lila, always a pleasure,” they exchange a sarcastic smile. When he hesitates again, you take it out of his hands.

“We're expecting a baby.”

Lila grins, slapping a congratulatory hand on your knee with a little squeal. The rest of them look from you to Five, open mouthed: Wait: you're having a baby?

"We're pregnant. Yes," he says, confirming it. 

“We’re pregnant? Last I checked you don’t have much to do with this part.”

“Fine,” he replies, "I knocked you up. Better?"

You pull a face at him, though not at all offended.

General noises of approval and surprise flutter around the room as each of Five's siblings turns over the strange idea and finds it to their liking.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” says Luther, smiling with a tiny note of resentment in his voice: hadn’t he heard Five receiving a rusty trombone in the shower just this morning, for God’s sake?

“I’m gonna have a nephew or niece!" says Diego, enthusiastically. 

“Why so binary Dee-Dee? It's a nibling for sure,” Klaus smiles.

Five addresses the group again:

“It’s actually a little worse than that,” he speaks as if announcing he got a parking ticket, bracing for a sentimental onslaught, “because we’re also engaged.”

Sloane squeals, launches herself over Klaus’s lap and ruffles your hair.

“Congratulations you guys!” Viktor hugs Five around the waist from his armchair.

“Well I’m just glad you’re making an honest woman of him," quips Klaus, "otherwise I would’ve had to get my shotgun.” 

Five rolls his eyes, “Thanks, idiot.”

You receive hugs and congratulations from everyone. Five, extracting himself from Viktor with difficulty, shies away from any more hugs. Over the din, he gives a pained smile and holds up an admonitory hand.

“Yeah ok, ok. My genitals work and I’m getting married at some point in the future. Well done to me and a majority of the population. Now, can we focus on the issue at hand here?”

Viktor pours him a top up of cognac and Five raises the glass to him, appreciatively.

“Now: we know that I am messing around with time. And I think I’d only do that in the event that something goes wrong with the pregnancy. It’s the only reason I’d do something so reckless. Pregnancy and childbirth are still a dangerous proposition and if we can work out…”

During Five’s explanation, Lila continues to top up his glass. It seems like everyone knows what she’s doing except him. He’s occupied with reading them a lecture on the things most likely, according to his research, to cause problems with mother and baby. When he’s had around three doubles, Luther turns on music quietly. He gradually turns it up over the course of a few minutes while Klaus distracts Five with concerned questions. He doesn’t notice the music until Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes begin to duet 'The Time of my Life'

Five breaks off suddenly, having lost the train of thought in his booze-clouded brain.

“Ah Klaus! You remember this? You wanna try doing the lift this time?"

"Yes please- be my Patrick Swayze, Daddy!" 

And thus, his family cajoles him into an impromptu party. It was skilfully done; you have to admit.

Five and Klaus's rendition of Dirty Dancing is...a mess. Trying to sing the duet and dance at the same time does not make for very good execution of either, especially after several drinks. When it comes to the showstopper lift, Five holds Klaus aloft for a split second before he overbalances and tips over Five's head, toppling a barstool and shattering a heavy globe. He nevertheless stands up unscathed and laughing.

You regret slightly that you can’t drink but Five mixes you several Shirley Temples which fill the hole nicely. As he and the others get slowly more drunk, you enjoy dancing with everyone. You, Lila and Klaus form a particularly exuberant trio while Five, Luther and Diego jump up and down with their arms around each other.

“Who's the daddy!" chant Luther and Diego,

"I'm the daddy!" Five responds, trying for his usual cockiness but spoiling the effect by spilling cognac on his shoe.

Lila watches him with a grimace before she turns to you.

“Tell me, why did you breed with that?” 

You hold your hands out in front of you as if to indicate a measurement.

"He just has a really big cock, Lila. I can't resist."  

"Euugh! Nasty!"

"Well you asked! Their Dad should have named him Eight, that's all I'm saying."

From behind the bar, Viktor laughs uproariously and pours himself another, throwing Klaus another beer as he does so. 

Five catches your eye and winks his approval of your bare-faced lie.

Diego, not listening, pulls Five closer, swaying slightly.

“I tell you, Five. S’best job in the world. You ain’t gonna sleep for the next four years but it’s worth it. You’re going to have a little cousin, Santi!”

Santi’s dancing beside you, totally off the beat and not listening to his father.

Wynn finds it easy to slip in undetected, briefcase strapped to her back. Unlike other agents, she doesn’t break down doors or blow off heads; speed and stealth is her specialism. She anticipates absolutely no trouble whatsoever from this job. Not from Five Hargreeves or the rest of his clown academy. She’ll be gone and picking up her paycheck before they realize what’s happened. It’s an easy job with ridiculously high pay plus an extra 10% for speedy execution. So why wait?

Her suit is standard issue, company blue. The headwear she’d been allowed to choose herself…and she has a flair for the dramatic. Today she wears an opulent baroque-patterned tricorn hat, gold on crimson. A luxuriant ostrich feather plumes from one side. The mask is plain white and covers her whole face, its full lips painted red. Around the eyes, a masquerade-style pattern in bright mosaic.  

From the basement, she can hear music thrumming above her and the sounds of several people laughing. They’re partying at four-thirty in the afternoon? It’s hard to tell why Herb was having such a fit about this one. He’d said she was underestimating the Umbrella Academy but Wynn had read the files herself. Sure, Five at least was intelligent, or some permutations were, but this one? He’d bumbled from apocalypse to apocalypse and found himself here by more luck than anything else. And, from what she could tell, he's spent the last seven years or so drinking like a fish and waxing an old Corvette. Herb was a man easily swayed by domineering personalities so she suspected he overestimated Hargreeves.

Creeping through the entrance hall, she positions herself behind the open living room door. There’s her mark. Dancing without a care. Now all she has to do is conceal herself and wait.

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Hello! May I request an umbrella academy x reader (platonic) where the reader is the 8th Hargreeves sibling? The reader loves their family and does what they can do make their family safe (even at the risk of their health) but has an awful inferiority complex and often feels like an outsider in the family, thinks that none of them care about them (even if it’s further from the truth) and often distant themselves in family bonding moments/cute family moments. Maybe the all siblings (or some, whatever you feel is better) find out about this and try to comfort them. Perhaps you can set this during season two? Please and thank you!! :D

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pairing: tua x gn!reader (platonic)

warnings: none

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being a hargreeves was hard

your siblings all had their own lives and crazy cool abilities

and that’s not to say you don’t but

you always felt like the outsider with them

which was hard bc like

you just tried to save the world 

only to discover it was vanya who caused it

vanya who was probably more of an outsider than you

but they were quick to accept and that hurt a little

I mean you’d do anything for your family

like almost dying when allison’s throat was slit 

or the time when vanya almost blew up the moon and you tried tackling her to the ground and earned a pretty nasty blast

perhaps it was the time when those masked crazies attacked the academy and you took the chandelier instead of luther

and yet somehow you still felt like you could never live up to them

or that they even liked you

and you spent your whole childhood with these people

then ofc, five accidentally scatters you across all of dallas

and that really screws with you

bc you thought maybe that was supposed to happen and you weren’t meant be a hargreeves

maybe they were all together and had forgotten about you

you couldn’t blame them

this was far from the truth 

five eventually finds and reunite all of you and you’re not sure what to do

“oh wow. I know this is impossible… but did we all just get sexier?” 

that’s what Klaus said when he entered the room

you made your way down the stairs, watching the reunion 

you hung back as allison hugged vanya

klaus joins in after being hassled by diego 

five asks if ben’s here and klaus tells him ghosts can’t time travel 

“hey diego… can’t stay hi to nobody?” 

diego begrudgingly says “hi allison”

“what was that” 

“HI ALLISON” 

“thank you” 

then there’s the whole world ending thing again

and oh yeah dad’s gonna assassinate the president no big deal 

and then vanya asks if anyone’s done anything to screw up the timeline and that ofc starts an argument

everything is an argument with them

“okay and (Y/N) has… wait what have you been up to?”

several pairs of eyes turn your way and you look up

“um”

“guys, it’s (Y/N). they literally wouldn’t hurt a fly. I have doubts they’ve done anything” 

“well maybe they have and we just don’t know it yet”

obviously, the reasonable conclusion is that you were sent here to save kennedy

accordion to diego that is

and that brings up argument number two

you opt to just leave at that

turning yourself invisible and walking out

but then klaus grabs you

“klaus?”

“wanna get some tacos with allison and vanya?”

what the hell

you do 

it was fun honestly

klaus accuses allison of being in love with luther

and vanya points out the obvious, being you were all siblings

“well technically—,” 

“If you have to use the word technically, something is already very wrong” 

you giggle at that

then there’s talk about everyones love life

and then you all get drunk

“hey (Y/N)” klaus slurs

“yeah?”

“why do you never have fun with us” 

“what?”

allison nods “you always hang in the back!like I know you can turn invisible but you don’t actually have to be invisible” 

“oh”

heavy silence

“I guess it’s cause you guys are so much better than me… and I feel like I don’t know. that you don’t need me? like I’m useless compared to you guys” 

klaus gasps, “oh my god you did not just say that” 

“whatttt”

“that’s so not true!” allsion chimes in 

“yeah,” klaus agrees “if anything, you keep this family together”

“I agree with them,” vanya spoke up “I mean you haven’t said much and I don’t remember you but you’re just as important to this family as anyone else” 

“really?”

klaus raises his wine bottle “really! I couldn’t ask for a better set of siblings”

“cheers to that”

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50 ways to say goodbye ♛ ben hargreeves 2/4

word count: 5,100

pairing(s): sparrow!ben hargreeves/oc, umbrella!ben hargreeves/oc (platonic-ish)

a/n: i'm annoyed with myself for not knowing when to stop and turning this into a 4-parter vs the 2 parts i originally started with. i'm even more annoyed with having to go back on my word of not giving the oc a name OR a power. blah! so yes, her name is sam. don't get confused pls. also i'm the president of the "allison is now dead to me" club and all of you can join free of charge. (p.s. let me know if you like part 2. thanks xoxo)

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FEI ENTERED THE ROOM with a pleased smirk, followed by a tentative Sloane and a confused Luther.

Sam felt a pang of anxiety at the thought of Ben knowing Luther had been there all along, which meant he knew about their not-so-secret relationship. That had to have been a bad thing, right? She knew if she were him, she certainly wouldn’t have been pleased. Hell, she wasn’t him and she wasn’t exactly happy about it.

“Make yourself comfortable,” said Fei. She was grinning at Ben but her words had clearly been addressed to Luther.

Luther glanced warily around the room, Sloane clutching his arm like a stranded koala, and when his eyes fell on Sam’s timid form on the couch, they widened.

“Sam? When did you get here?” he asked, gaze jumping between her, Ben and Fei. He gestured to the siblings. “Did they do anything to you? Did you hurt her?”

He stepped forward, large shoulders hunched threateningly. Sloane placed a comforting hand on his forearm, coaxing him back towards her. Neither Ben nor Fei appeared intimidated. Sam stood and quickly shook her head.

“I’m fine, Luther. No one hurt me. I think,” she eyed Ben out of her peripherals, “I might be here for the same reason you are.”

Luther’s brows furrowed, glancing between her and Ben, before making some sort of connection that caused his eyes to widen a second time. He pointed to Ben accusingly.

“Are you sneaking around with him?” he hissed in a whisper that was anything but subtle. She wanted to facepalm at the very wrong conclusion he’d drawn from that but settled with sighing impatiently.

“No, Luther, I’m saying he wanted us both here because he has something to tell us. I knew you were going to be here,” she admitted sheepishly, ignoring Luther’s own embarrassment that she was keeping tabs on his rendezvous with Sloane. “I followed you so I could keep an eye on you, make sure you were going to be okay. When Ben found me, I told him about the Kugelblitz. Something has to be done,” she stressed.

It took Luther a moment to catch up, but the creases in his forehead slowly eased and he nodded along. “No, yeah, I totally agree. We need to… do something.”

His lame response wasn’t met with a very impressed crowd, but Ben feigned a smile nonetheless.

“That’s exactly why you’re here,” said Ben. His sharp eyes flashed to Sloane standing half behind Luther. “Give us a minute.”

Sam watched Sloane tiptoe to press a kiss to Luther’s cheek – how bizarre to watch – before gracefully leaving the room, but not before ordering her brother to be nice. The smile Ben gave in return was anything but. Without taking his gaze off Luther, he nudged his chin towards Fei and she left the room without comment, accepting the wordless signal.

Luther fidgeted under Ben’s stare and was the first to speak once only the three of them remained.

“Listen man, if this is about Sloane, I’m sorry for creeping into your house like this, we’re just—”

“What’s your game?” Ben interrupted him.

Luther flashed him a goofy smile.

“Big fan of Yahtzee,” At Ben’s unchanged face, Luther’s smile faded. “Old Ben would have laughed at that joke.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Spare me the ‘old Ben’ monologue, blondie already took care of that for you.”

At Luther’s stare, Sam gave a small wave and a chagrinned smile. He glanced back over at Ben and squinted his eyes, leaning forward a bit. Ben scrunched up his nose and leaned away out of reflex.

“You know, I’m not entirely convinced the old Ben isn’t in there somewhere,” Luther surmised, studying Ben closely.

“He’s not,” Ben snipped, as if offended by the very notion. Luther ignored him.

“I mean, you’re technically the exact same person he was, DNA and all, just raised in a different environment.”

She blinked. She hadn’t thought of it that way. Given the fact that appearance-wise he looked exactly the same, only a few years older, it was fair enough to speculate that the same woman had given birth to him. If that was the case, Luther’s logic was completely sound. She didn’t know how she felt about that.

“Ah, yes,” Ben agreed, no less condescending than before. “The old nature vs nurture argument.”

She shook her head, irritated by his indifference. “Amazing how growing up without us can turn you into such an asshole.”

Luther quirked his head in agreement and Ben gave her a withering glare.

“It’s true though. You could try toning that down just a bit,” Luther dropped his hand from about collarbone level to just below his chest. He gave a shrug. “You are kind of mean.”

Ben slapped his hand out of the way. “I didn’t call you down here for advice on my character. Just worry about yourself, Gigantor. But we could use your advice on something else.”

Before she or Luther could guess what Ben could possibly want advice on, he called for Grace. And as if waiting for permission to enter, they watched as the primly-dressed robot appeared in the doorway carrying a black box with Fei trailing silently behind her.

Her mannerisms in this reality were troublesome enough as it was, but what was really unsettling was the fact that her right eye seemed to be missing. This hadn’t been the case the last time they saw her. Her circuitry glowed blue through the empty crevice in her face, causing her to appear even more unnatural and inhuman. The missing appendage appeared to have little affect on her though, which was all the more disconcerting.

Sam hated that Grace, their mother, was nothing more than a mindless machine in this timeline.

She stood and followed as Luther met Grace halfway. Grace presented the box to him with an unnerving smile. He stared down at it for a good three seconds.

“What’s this?” he finally asked.

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Open it.”

Sam stood to Luther’s right as he lifted the cover from the box, revealing a shiny burgundy suit with an unmistakable seal of a Sparrow on the left breast.

“A Sparrow uniform?” she was so taken aback that she had to ask the question out loud.

“Astute observation,” Ben deadpanned before redirecting his attention to Luther. “It’s Marcus’s, but you have a similar build.”

“I can’t take this,” said Luther. He frowned at Ben, then Sloane as she stepped into the room, recognizing the box immediately. A hovering, iridescent block hovered just past Sloane’s shoulder, chirping curiously in her wake and Sam jumped – she’d completely forgotten about the cube. What was its name again? “I’m not a Sparrow – I’m still part of the Umbrella Academy.”

“Are you?” Ben countered, eyes sliding over to Sloane’s form who appeared delighted by the turn of events. “We no longer have a Number One, or anyone who can properly fill those shoes,” he slitted his gaze at Fei – clearly there had been an argument on that topic. “That’s where you come in.”

“Pick someone else,” Sam interjected, face stony. Ben lifted an eyebrow at her. “Anyone else, I don’t care. A random gym rat off the street should do the trick.”

Ben huffed a laugh. “I’m not only asking him.”

It took another five, maybe ten seconds for her to understand what he was implying. Her anger melted away into confusion.

“Me?” she checked, perplexed. “Why me? What would you need me for?”

Ben clasped his hands in front of himself, taking a step towards her. “To fight. To take care of this Kugelblitz thing; to save the world, become one big happy family,” he cocked his head. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“To a degree,” she replied, eyeing him skeptically. “But not what you wanted. Why the change of heart?”

“Incidentally, I believe you,” he said, surprising her again. “The Kugelblitz has to be stopped, and we can’t fight it alone. We’re better off having you both with us rather than against us.”

“And you need us to be Sparrows in order to do that?” Luther interjected.

Ben’s smile was unreadable.

“You can stay as long as you’d like,” he then directed his attention to Sam. “Jayme’s uniform should fit you. Come with me.”

--

She stared mutely at the uniform outstretched on the bed across from her, chin resting in her hand as she perched on the chair at Jayme’s old desk.

The Sparrows’ infamous logo sat in the center of the uniform above the chest. Unlike Luther’s uniform – or Marcus’s, rather – it had a zipper extending from the neck and curving down the body of the uniform, wrapping around it like a vice until it reached the hip. She could tell at first glance that the zipper was only for show.

“Well?” Ben’s voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom. “Aren’t you going to try it on?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“What’s stopping you?”

She lifted her head and placed her hand on the back of the chair, narrowing her eyes at him.

“This is more than just putting on an outfit and admiring myself in the mirror. That uniform represents a family I’m not apart of. Putting it on means setting my own family aside.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “You’re not signing your life away to us by wearing a jumpsuit, and it’s not like a group of paparazzi are going to snap photos of you in it and sell them to the black market. No one outside our families are going to know. It doesn’t mean whatever you’re trying to make it mean.”

She gave him a hard look. Her life would be so much easier if she just had the ability to read minds.

“Does it not bother you at all that I’d be wearing your sister’s uniform?”

His expression steeled and he kicked himself away from the doorframe, jaw clenched. “She was weak. Let’s hope you aren’t, too.”

He left with those ominous words hanging heavy in the air and she returned her gaze to the uniform, not entirely convinced she wasn’t.

--

She eventually did try the uniform on, several hours after Ben left her to her own thoughts. It fit well enough and that was all she needed to know before taking it right back off. She hoped she’d never actually have to wear it.

Allison showed up at nightfall, which was a surprise to everyone. Sam had been sitting in the living room being a third wheel to Luther and Sloane when Ben marched out the front door seemingly out of nowhere, Fei at his heels. The three of them had exchanged curious looks before following after them.

What awaited them made her stomach turn. The man from before who knew Viktor, the one who had killed Jayme and Alphonso – Harlan – was stuffed in the trunk of Allison’s car.

Death was never something Sam coped well with, and she never enjoyed killing another human being whether it was deserved or not. It disturbed her to see the bodies; empty shells of the person that once occupied them, gray and motionless and always appearing in some state of frozen shock. She thanked God she didn’t have Klaus’s power.

“Does he know?” Luther had asked. When Allison gave him a blank stare, he elaborated, “Viktor. Does he know?”

“He will,” was all she said before turning to Ben and Fei, who stood in front of the trunk. “It’s done. You owe us.”

She waited until she received Ben’s nod before shoving past everyone into the house, but not before scoffing at Luther donned in the Sparrow uniform.

Sam felt sick.

--

Luther made it his mission to gather the rest of their family and have them meet at the mansion. Sam was too cowardly to tag along and she locked herself away in Jayme’s old room, lying on the bed above the covers feeling painfully out of place.

By the time everyone arrived, it was nearing daybreak. She found that she had dosed on and off for most of the night, having weird dreams of flying over a desolate land consumed with flames. Without seeing it, she could feel that she was a crow – one of Fei’s birds held under the girl’s control.

The commotion caused her to roll out of bed, exhaustion set deep in her bones, and make her way down the stairs.

All eyes landed on her as she arrived in the living room. She’d been given a black sweatshirt similar to the previous one she wore when Ben first found her. It was left hanging over the desk chair sometime in the night and she’d pulled it on without thinking during one of her many sleepless hours, discarding her wrinkly stained sweater on the floor beside the bed. It wouldn’t have been worth mentioning, except the Sparrow Academy’s emblem was embroidered over the left breast similar to Marcus’s—Luther’s—suit and everyone seemed to notice.

Allison, of course, was the first to react.

“Amazing,” she shook her head with a sneer. “Nice to see how easily the two of you can switch teams. A little merch and a place to sleep and suddenly you’re good to go. Like a bunch of groupies.”

“Allison…” Sam began, weary and half-asleep, but Allison didn’t let her continue.

“Save it, I don’t give a shit anymore.”

Her mouth snapped shut, a little offended by the brazen look the taller girl was giving her. Ben caught her eye and he lifted his eyebrows, as if to prove a point, and she quickly looked away.

Sam tuned out most of the conversation following that, too irritated with Allison’s snide remark to really focus much. She knew Luther was trying to make everyone feel comfortable, which meant he was making the situation immensely more awkward, and Ben and Diego argued over something most likely meaningless. Five attempted to redirect the conversation on a more productive route, which succeeded for all of ten seconds before Viktor sped into the room and suddenly Sam was hyperaware of every sound in the room.

“What happened to Harlan?”

She looked away, choosing instead to stare at the scar below Diego’s temple as he sat on her left. She closed her eyes in an attempt to block out what was being said, but inevitably she couldn’t ignore the ugliness spewing from Allison’s mouth.

“I know he killed our mothers,” Allison spat, causing Sam to look up to quickly. She blinked, glancing over at Diego who had almost immediately turned to face her as if to gauge her reaction.

How was she supposed to react to that? Was she supposed to feel sad? Whenever her birth mother was brought up (which was pretty much never before they zapped themselves into this timeline) there was a disconnection there that kept her from really feeling much of anything because she never got the chance to know her. All she knew was Sir Reginald Hargreeves and his academy crusade; she didn’t know what it was like to have a mother. The closest thing she had was Grace. She knew Klaus had attempted to find his mother – something she briefly considered doing herself, if to just find a reason to get away from her family and breathe. She supposed it did make her feel a little sad knowing that finding her was no longer a possibility.

“Who told you that?” Viktor asked, appearing shaken.

“Harlan did after you lied about it to my face.”

“Is it true, Viktor?” Diego’s large eyes sparkled at Viktor, face somber as if begging for it not to be. “Did Harlan start all of this?”

Yes but also no, she thought bitterly. Had they not dropped themselves in the 60s, none of it would have happened anyway. But she kept her mouth shut.

“He didn’t mean to hurt anybody. It only happened because I was the one who gave those powers to him. If anything, it’s my fault. I’m the one you should blame.”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

Viktor’s eyes glistened with tears, lips pursing. He stared at Allison for a moment, then nodded to himself. “This wasn’t about saving the world. This was about hurting me. Hurting me for—”

“Go ahead,” Allison stood, stalking towards Viktor with a look that could melt steel. Her eyes were ablaze with fury, lip curled and hands shaking. The air in the room suddenly grew thick and Sam felt Diego and Lila tense on either side of her. “Say her name.”

Sam put a hand to her forehead and looked away again, tuning out their arguing. Her chest began to burn again and her stomach was turning over on itself. She took a deep breath in, held it, then slowly let it out until she no longer felt like her skin was on fire. Voices began to rise and her fingertips prickled. She quickly closed them into a fist, slamming the fist onto her temple.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

Sam jumped, jerking her arm down and accidentally hitting Lila on the leg. She felt Diego jolt next to her.

“Holy shit, Allison, calm down!”

“EVERY TIME I BUILD A NEW LIFE FOR MYSELF, YOU END THE WORLD AND TAKE IT FROM ME!”

The room trembled, lamps shook, the foundation itself tremored beneath their feet and Sam gaped up at Allison who looked… nothing like her sister. Her eyes glowed a fierce yellow, cheeks blood red, fists clenched and back hunched. Sam’s fingers tingled again and there was a stinging in her joints, causing her hand to twitch. Someone’s hand engulfed hers, twining their fingers through hers with a painful grunt and she gasped, squeezing the hand back. Diego winced to her left.

Five’s cautious voice came through next. “How are you doing this without rumoring?”

“A little gift I received from Harlan.”

Luther stood as Viktor choked on air, grasping his throat with a wheeze. “Allison, that’s enough!’

And Viktor was coughing, desperately sucking in air as he bent over. Allison lifted her hands as if to pacify Luther, but she took the opportunity to bend forward and murmur close to Viktor’s ear but loud enough to where everyone in the room could hear her:

“We should have left you in the basement.”

A painful crack echoed throughout the room as Viktor slapped her hard across the face, throwing her back a few feet. Sam watched Viktor’s heartbroken face, red-rimmed eyes, throat bruised from grasping it so hard to get air, and she didn’t even realize she was standing until Diego and Five were jumping up too, throwing their hands in her direction.

“Allison,” she spat. The candles on the far side of the room exploded from their casings, sending melted wax through the air and onto the walls. She shrugged off Diego’s grasp on her arm, taking a measured step forward. Allison’s eyes narrowed into slits, blood dripping from her lip as Viktor stumbled out of the room. “For once in your life, how about you stop acting like you’re the only person in this family who has lost someone?”

Allison smirked, licking the blood from her swollen lip.

“And who have you lost, Sammy? Who do you have? Who did you ever have?” she tilted her head. “No one. No husband, no child, no one who gives a damn about you outside of our fucking family. Do not talk to me about losing anyone when you have nothing.”

Sam marched forward, kicking the coffee table out of her way.

“I wasn’t talking about myself, Allison. I was talking about Klaus. Have you forgotten him? The man he fell in love with when he was forced back in time and went through literal hell and back? I guess that doesn’t really matter to you, huh? I actually think about other people, not just myself.”

Allison’s eyes glowed yellow again and she lifted her hands as if to shove Sam back, but Sam lifted her hand as well and suddenly her entire forearm ignited into flames.

“Try me,” Sam threatened. The tingling in her chest was almost too much bear, too much heat and too much light threatened to consume her, wrap around her and cocoon her, but she clenched her jaw and held it back. The fire inside her swelled with pride at the fact that Allison backed down. “See what happens.”

“DAMN IT SAM, STOP IT!”

She was yanked back by two sets of hands, a thick wet cloth smothering her right arm and tamping out the flame with a sizzle. A dark figure stepped in front of her but the room was hazy and the sounds were muffled as she nearly lost her balance.

“As entertaining as this is,” the figure in front of her spoke. Her brain focused in on the voice, sluggishly recognizing it to be Ben’s. His back was to her. “We have shit we need to do and it’s not going to work if everyone has torn themselves to pieces in our living room.”

She lost consciousness before she could hear a response.

--

Coming back from an episode was always rough for her. It felt kind of like a hangover, a dull pulsing behind her eyes and a twinge of nausea that never really went away. Her mouth felt like cotton due to the dehydration.

After all, when a fire lights inside your chest cavity, it sucks up all the water in your system with it.

When Sam woke up she was alone, back in Jayme’s bedroom. The room was silent and dark with the curtains pulled shut, no doubt one of her brothers’ doing as they knew how horrible she always felt after. It was ten minutes before she was able to fully open her eyes, and another ten before she managed to sit up. The world spun, flipped upside down and left to right before slowly readjusting and she groaned, leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

Eyes closed again. Ten minutes passed. She then opened them and spotted the glass of water on the bedside table. She chugged it, swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat, then placed her head back in her hands again.

It had to have been an hour before she risked leaving the bedroom. Her stomach had calmed down and her temples were no longer throbbing, but there was an itch at the base of her skull she couldn’t scratch. Her mind was fuzzy, memory a little warped, but she remembered most of the details and for once wished she didn’t have a sister.

“You’re up,” a male’s voice spoke from a room over after she reached the bottom of the stairs. She knew before looking up that it was Diego. He made his way over to her, face relatively blank but concern flashed in his eyes as he watched her rub her neck. “You good?”

“Never better,” she croaked, rotating her head from side to side.

He nodded to himself. He looked like he wanted to say more but seemed to think better of it, instead tossing a thumb over his shoulder.

“You’re just in time. We’ve got a plan on how to contain the Kugelblitz.”

“That fast, huh?”

“We’re sharp when we wanna be. C’mon.”

He led her down to the basement with a hand wrapped loosely around her wrist. She knew he did it to make sure she wouldn’t fall. Her equilibrium was still a bit out of whack.

Both families excluding Klaus – honestly, where was he? – were gathered in a half circle facing the back room. She remembered Klaus mentioning that the Kugelblitz had formed directly underneath them, and the vibrations on the air caused the hairs to stand up on her arms. Even without seeing it, she could feel the Kugelblitz’s energy. It made her stomach churn again.

Diego gave her shoulder a pat before making his way over to Lila, who was shaking her hands out on the far side of the room. The Kugelblitz came into view and Sam had to shield her eyes from the brightness, the swirling vortex of energy shimmering and glistening too brilliantly for her delicate eyes to handle so soon after an episode. She stopped somewhere behind Sloane, who was speaking, and tilted her head down away from the view of the Kugelblitz.

The person to her left crossed their arms lightly over their chest and she eyed the stripes on their dark shirt. A golden ring with a black stone rested on their pinky finger, shimmering in the light.

“You’re alive,” Ben noted, voice lowered as he watched his sister give instructions.

“Barely,” she replied hoarsely. “Please, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say what you’re going to say. About how my power drains me. About being weak. Just… don’t.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “We’ve learned that the Kugelblitz is comprised of micro black holes collapsing in on themselves over and over again. It’s here because you’re here – some time paradox bullshit I don’t really understand. The waves come every 9-10 hours. It’s been roughly six and a half hours since the last one, so we figure another one is due in about three. The only way to stop it is to contain it and that’s what Sloane, Christopher, Lila and Viktor are going to do.”

She pressed a finger to her temples. “How?”

“By condensing it with its own gravity.”

“Cool,” she heard Luther murmur from behind her.

She felt the ground shake beneath them and could only assume the condensing was underway. She focused on breathing evenly, keeping her eyes closed. She wanted to feel relieved, or nervous, or angry, anything – but the only thing she could really felt was tired.

“Mom?” Diego asked suddenly and even though her eyes were closed, she furrowed her brows in confusion. Was Grace there?

“You have no right to do that,” came an electronic voice, similar to Grace’s but also not. It sounded wrong, broken. Sam lifted her head, ignoring the sharp stab in her neck as she turned to see what was happening by the stairs.

“The day of vengeance was in my heart,” Grace continued. Sam squinted her eyes, moving around Luther to see a dark figure cloaked by the shadows of the room looming towards them. A glowing blue orb stuck out against a black, empty face. Sam felt a pang in her heart at the sight, spine straightening. “And my year of redemption hath come!”

“What are you…?”

Before Diego could finish his sentence, Grace lifted something in her hands and from within her grasp came a burst of fire that roared towards them. Sam’s eyes widened, her mind too preoccupied with the pinpricks in her skull, reflexes too slow to react. When the fire was just a breath’s width from her face, someone had her yanked to the ground.

She cried out as she landed on her shoulder, wincing as the flames tore through the air a few feet above her body. The temperature was strong, like standing in front of an oven, and the embers in her chest resonated with the heat. She swallowed the saliva trapped in her throat and rolled over onto her side, seeing Luther and Ben hunched on the ground not far from her with Diego off to the side.

Another roar of fire expelled from the machine Grace held and as she clamored forward to get out of the fire’s path, Ben grabbed her arm and hauled her behind him as he thew himself past one of the stone walls. She collapsed against him without meaning to, pulling her body out of harm’s way in the nick of time. She could feel the flames lick her skin as it collided with the bricks pressed against her back right where they laid seconds before.

“The day of vengeance was in my heart and my year of redemption hath come…”

“Mom, stop!” Diego cried. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

Ben crawled around her, peering his head from behind the wall. He pushed himself up from the ground, steadying himself before a tentacle shot out from his chest. Sam leaned over to see what was happening, watching as he aimed for knocking the flamethrower out of Grace’s grip. Instead, fire ignited from the machine again and singed the tenacle, causing Ben to yell.

Sam pulled herself up by gripping the bricks in the wall, arm outstretched to catch Ben before he fell. She tugged him back behind the wall, eyes wide with worry as Diego ran towards Grace. The tip of the flamethrower glowed orange and Sam lifted a hand, her eyes glowing an equally bright shade of red as she focused on the flame inside the machine, formed her hand into a fist, and pulled. The flames that burst through were redirected to the side, missing Diego entirely, and she panted before unclenching her fist. At least it was easier to control when the flame was made from something else.

It was then that Five blipped in behind Grace, threw a hand over her mouth, and disappeared with her in his grip.

“Fuck,” Ben hissed, capturing her attention again. She quickly found him leaning against the wall, clutching his abdomen with his face crumpled in pain.

“Are you okay?” she asked, gripping his arm.

“No, damn it,” he snipped back. He grunted, tossing his head back against the wall and went limp. She made sure to keep a hold of him before glancing back at the mission at hand.

The Kugelblitz, which was once the size of a car, was now nothing more than a shrunken orb that could nearly fit in the palm of her hand. Sloane stood before it with Lila and Viktor on either side of her, her hands glowing as she forced the Kugelblitz even smaller. Pieces of the cube—Christopher, she had to remind herself—slowly came together around the orb until it was nothing more than a speck of shimmering dust. Christopher reformed himself, the pieces fused together, and the room went dark.

“Holy shit,” Diego breathed. “We did it. We actually fuckin’ did it.”

Sam slid down the wall, chest burning and head throbbing again. Her hand fell from Ben’s shoulder, who moaned as she slumped against him.

“Don’t make me save your ass again,” he groaned.

“Never asked you to,” she griped back. “Guess I’m growing on you.”

She fell against him again and he let her, supporting her weight as he leaned into her in return.

“Fuck,” was all he said.

#ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy imagines

[starlightinhumanform]

Five drabble that got out of hand,,, inspired loosely by this post from @five-hargreeves-waistline this isn’t the Most hardcore torture whump,, but there is some blood and what not so fair warning

Sometimes the pain gets to me. I find myself floating to the top, dragged from that place in my brain. It’s warm and bright, but not glaring, and everything seems to have a soft golden hue. Like it’s been buttered. It’s my childhood, or a version of it. We’re all there-- the whole Umbrella Academy. Except we’re not the Academy, we’re just a family. Somehow being “just” a family is so much more than we ever really were. In my mind, Father is there, sitting in an armchair and reading quietly. I’ve never managed to construct something softer for him; apparently, the closest my father ever came to kindness was neutrality. This time, though, he’s in the living room with us and sitting facing us, not hiding in his study and watching from afar. Mom is there, too, helping Diego with his homework. We’re going to a regular school. It’s funny how public school was a privilege we never got. Ben and Allison are the most popular kids in school and we think they’re going to be co-class presidents next year. Klaus is the class clown, of course, but his grades show how smart he really is. Viktor is showing me his violin before a recital tomorrow. It’s his prized possession, and he won’t let any of the other siblings near it, but me. Luther is a jock, of course. Barely into middle school, but we can all tell his going to be the high school’s football captain. And me? I’m just there. Just enjoying being able to be a child.

I’m rising closer to the surface, the butter-toned fantasy melting away. I can taste blood in my mouth. Salty, metallic, almost savory. I nearly start laughing because I can’t tell if it’s mine, or if I bit someone and it’s theirs.

Another strike lands against my nose, fracturing what was already broken. A steady stream of blood flows over my lip. So that was definitely my blood I was tasting. 

There’s a brute standing in front of me, so overly muscled that his bowling ball of a head seems to connect directly to his shoulders without a neck to negotiate between the two. His arms seem too long, almost hanging past his knees, like a primate. Given my job occupancy, I wouldn’t be too surprised if he was part gorilla or something. People do weird shit like that. (No offense to Luther. Or Pogo. Hell, I worked for a fish for a very brief time; who am I to judge?)

The brute is grunting something at me, and I figure if he’s going to work all five of his braincells at full capacity in order to form the semblance of a speech pattern, I could at least try to listen. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I lean forward, testing the give of the leather straps at my wrists and ankles keeping me attached to this crude-- no we’ll call it rustic-- chair they’ve got me bound in, and give him my most polite smile, “Could you bother repeating that?”

Apparently he didn’t like my smile, landing a blow just below my ribcage and into my diaphragm, “I said, WHERE ARE THE UMBRELLAS?”

This time I really do laugh, in the wheezing sort of way I can manage with the wind knocked out of me, “And why the hell would I tell you that?” 

He grins like he’s been waiting for me to ask that, “Because if you don’t talk to me, you’ll get to talk to Valdemar.”

I crane my neck to see the direction he’s smirking towards. Sure as hell, there’s a man who looks exactly like you’d expect someone named Valdemar to look. He’s tall and would seem thin if he weren’t covered with sinewy muscle. His dark hair is cropped close, revealing a deep scar traveling through one eye and down the length of his face. There’s rack beside him filled with the usual assortment of gleaming metal and sharp points. He’s got one in his hand, sharping it menacingly. 

They’ve always got a Valdemar. I think it’s a torture crew requirement. 

“I don’t have time for this. Did you know the world is ending? Again? And I’m not going to spend my last days betraying my family,” This time as I lean forward, I try to blink out, but it’s no use. 

This room, or something in it, is dampening my power. That indicates a certain level of intelligence, even elegance, that these two simply don’t possess. That’s who I need to talk to; the brains behind these brutes. 

“Hello, Vlademar,” I flashed him one of my award-winning smiles too, “Are we going to chat or can I speak with the grown up in charge now?”

“Nah, nah,” Vlad starts strolling towards me with his own prize-worthy grin, his drawl surprisingly Southern in comparison to most of the Vlads I meet in my line of work, “I think we need to have a little talk first.” 

“Ugh, ok, let’s talk.”

The first pain that hits me is sharp, blinding and wickedly so. It’s piercing into the crest of my shoulder, almost like Vlademar was trying to give a friendly pat on the shoulder, but happened to forget he had a jagged blade in his hand.

He pulls the knife out of the muscle and it’s far worse than the initial hit, the points of the double-serrated edges catching on and ripping through muscle. It manages to pull a wince from me, which burns through my broken nose. I can feel the bruises forming from the brute’s earlier hits, blood blooming beneath my eyes and across my cheek. My lower ribs and sides feel like Henchman No.1 might have been taken to them with a metal pipe. It’s making me wonder how long I managed to stay under this time, how much pain I hid from by pretending to be a child; stuck in my head, imagining what something as a alien as a childhood could be like. 

This time the knife sinks into my side, avoiding anything too important but still managing to hurt like hell, “Tell us where your siblings are.”

“Tell me where your boss is. Or go ahead and waste your time, I really don’t care,” I lean forward into Vlademar’s face, not caring that the knife digs further into me, “My family is stupid and careless and every time I manage to stop the apocalypse, they mange to cause another. But I will never put them in harm’s way. So you can stab me and punch me and pull out my teeth and cut off my fingers or whatever the fuck else you want to do to me, but you’re not going to get any answers. I’m done here.”

“You don’t get to decide when you’re done,” The growling voices are starting to fade out again, becoming fuzzy and distant.

Even as the blade is ripped from my side, I mange to laugh. It comes out in a sputter, barely more than a cough, as the blood from my nose and mouth got caught in the back of my throat. Choking on my own blood; that’s one for the books. 

My side is warm, burning in pain and washed with a stream of blood from the wound that strengthens with every cough. But the other warmth is joining it-- the buttery soft warmth of the fire crackling behind Father’s armchair as he turns the page of his book. 

I think the brute is laughing, somewhere far away, and I smile back. I could weather this, I could weather anything to make sure my family is safe.

I smile. Viktor is showing me his violin. I can almost feel the strings beneath my fingertips. My family is safe and, until I rise out of this dream again, so am I.

#tua five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fic #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy #whump #tua fic #five x pain #lol i love making him suffer sorry #starlight writes #my fics

[seconds-not-decades]

Step {Back} In Time

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! OC

Author's Note: Hello and welcome. This is my season two fic (and sequel to Time and Chase). I will be posting daily. *Please note that I am well aware that Elliot Page portrays Viktor, but due to season two being before his transition, that is why his character is still Vanya. I am not deadnaming him and I sincerely hope I don't come across as such. I will transition when I write season three.*

Warnings: cursing.

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The Seven Stages

~ * ~

On April the 1st, 2019, the Earth was destroyed in a cataclysmic event.

Billions of people were wiped out in a matter of minutes.

Ironically, the seven survivors of the apocalypse were the very family members who brought it on.

~ * ~

Five was pacing around wildly, Klaus was still on the ground, Luther was near the dumpster, and Karina was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Now what?" Luther questioned.

"Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God," Five responded.

"What? What about Allison and Vanya?"

"Screw them both, all right? They should have been here!"

Klaus groaned. "What about Diego? He's quite a responsible young man, no?"

Five kicked at the dumpster with a frustrated noise, sighing.

"Something must've happened to them. Otherwise, they would have been here," Karina pointed out.

"Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody!" Five pretty much yelled. "I was better off on my own with Rina in the apocalypse!"

"Five!" she scolded him.

"Come on," Luther eyed him.

"You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for himself now. How 'bout that?" Five commented.

"Five…" Karina drew out before he threw the door to Elliot's place open and slammed it shut behind him.

Klaus sighed and whimpered, "Did Five just get meaner?"

"Klaus, go check on Allison, okay? Make sure she's okay. Find the others and we'll meet back here. We'll handle Five," Luther instructed, glancing at Karina.

With that, the two of them went inside and found him going upstairs.

"Hey! Five, doomsday is still coming. We gotta think of a new plan," Luther chased after him.

"Don't you get it, Luther? It's over, all right? We're already dead!" Five retorted.

"Then where are you going?"

"I'm going to do the unthinkable."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Karina questioned.

Five sighed. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this." He went through another door, taking Karina with him.

"Come to what, Five?" Luther echoed as Five shut the door in his face. "Five. Karina!" He heard the door lock. "Five! Come to what? Five!"

~ * ~

Luther was asleep on the couch as Five and Karina slipped into the kitchen. Five opened the fridge, softly rattling it in the process.

Luther stirred from his sleep. "Five?" he grunted, clumsily getting to his feet. "Shit," he muttered, going over into the kitchen. "Five? Five, what…" He paused, seeing him chug down a huge container of water. "You okay?"

Five gulped down the rest and gasped heavily, putting the container away. "I'm gonna need to be hydrated." He sighed, closing the door.

"Hydrated?" Luther repeated, watching Karina hand a bottle of baby powder to Five. "What's with the baby powder?"

"It'll help with the itching," Karina replied casually.

"What itching? There's itching? What the hell is going on here?" Luther fired off, before realization hit him. "You do have a plan."

Five exhaled sharply. "Well, it's a desperation move, but…since our brain-dead siblings are incapable of meeting a simple deadline, we got no choice."

"No choice about what?" Luther frowned.

"We have to find ourselves," Five flicked his watch open and then shut it after checking the time. "We just arrived in Dallas fifteen minutes ago."

"Should I be worried about you two?"

"Luther, if you recall, I was sent to 1963 on a job by the Commission to make sure the president was assassinated. And I brought Rina with me," Five explained.

"Oh! So, wait, your old selves are out there," Luther understood.

"Precisely," Karina nodded.

"What, just walking around Dallas?"

"Walking around Dallas with a briefcase that can get us home," Five answered.

"Oh, my God. Five, Karina, you're both geniuses!" Luther beamed.

"However, there are three significant problems with this plan," Karina interjected.

"Problem number one: I am a trained assassin, arguably the most dangerous assassin in the space-time continuum. If I know me, I'm not going to react kindly to bumping into myself," Five started the explanation. "Problem number two: Rina appears later on at the site of the assassination so, she'll be there, too-"

"-Although we both agreed that I stay as far away as possible-" Karina cut in.

"But she is still coming with me…unless otherwise," Five finished. "Problem number three, and this is the real fly in the ointment here: you're not supposed to exist in close proximity to yourself in the same timeline."

"The side effects can be disastrous," she agreed.

"Side effects? What sort of side effects?" Luther frowned.

"Well, according to Commission Handbook Chapter 27, subsection 3b, the seven stages in paradox psychosis are…" Five began to count them off, "Stage one: denial, two: itching, three: extreme thirst and urination, four: excessive gas, five: acute paranoia, six: uncontrolled perspiration, and seven: homicidal rage."

"Homicidal rage?" Luther repeated.

"Yeah," Karina sighed.

Luther grimaced. "Jeez, I don't know. This maybe isn't such a good idea."

"It's a Hail Mary. But what choice do we got, Luther?" Five asked him.

"I don't know, you already seem a bit squirrelly if I'm being honest."

"Look, Luther, I'm gonna need you to help us get through this one, all right?" Five took him by the shoulders. "We…We need a spotter."

"A spotter?"

"Yeah," Karina nodded.

"What is that? Like, a wingman?" Luther was confused.

"In case the paradox psychosis gets too severe, I need you to help me stay on task, all right? And I need you to make sure that Rina doesn't get too close," Five looked at him. "So, whatever happens, whatever I say, we need to get that briefcase. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay. Luther, come on," Five took off.

"Right," Luther muttered.

~ * ~

The three arrived at a bar where they could find older Five. Five peered through the entrance as the other two slipped in.

"Well, there I am," Five saw older him at the bar.

"Why don't we just grab the briefcase and run?" Luther suggested.

"Luther, I would never let that happen. We're trained to guard these briefcases with our lives and plus, not going to lie, if I came back to the briefcase division without a briefcase, Rina would kill me," Five responded.

"A bit of an outlandish accusation there, doll, but yeah," Karina agreed, leaning on the door with her arms crossed.

"Right," Luther slowly nodded.

"Plus, it's the inherent paradox where this gets tricky," Five continued. "I'm endangering my existence just being in the room with myself."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Luther, try to keep up," Five huffed.

"If old Five and I don't travel back to 2019 like we're supposed to, the whole thing unravels itself. We cease to exist. You got it?" Karina explained simply.

"I get you," Luther replied.

"So our best chance is to talk with him, to reason with him," Five said next. "He'll understand. Trust me. I know myself better than, uh…better than I know myself." He suddenly scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh, here we go," Karina muttered as Luther pointed to him, "You just itched your neck. That's stage two of paradox psychosis!"

"No, I didn't. I didn't itch my neck," Five shot down.

"Denial is stage one," Luther and Karina remarked in unison.

"I am fine, okay? Let's stay on task, shall we?" Five was about to walk off, but Luther stopped him.

"Wait!"

"What?" Five eyed him.

"Maybe I should go first," Luther suggested.

Five furrowed his brows. "Why?"

"Well, you'll most likely freak him out," Karina caught on. "Bumping into your own tiny doppelgänger?"

Luther nodded. "He will lose his shit. Just let me break the ice."

"Okay. Okay," Five breathed deeply.

Luther exhaled slowly and went over to older Five. Younger Five watched them closely, alternating between fidgeting with Karina's hand or pacing around.

"Relax, things are going to be okay," Karina calmed him down.

"You know, last time we thought that, the world was ending. Twice. Twice? Three times? You know what, I can't keep count anymore."

"I'm just going to blame this on the psychosis," she muttered.

Just then, Luther glanced over at younger Five and he took a breath, revealing himself. Karina subtly peeked around, seeing the two Fives staring at one another.

"Hey there, stranger," Five said.

Everyone was now awkwardly sitting around the table. Both Fives were staring one another down intensely. Luther and Karina were on either side, watching them closely.

Luther sighed. "Well…this is nice, isn't it? The four of us, together like this."

"No," both Fives and Karina answered.

"Somebody explain to me how it is I'm having a pint of Guinness with my younger self and my younger self's wife," adult Five said.

"Older, actually. I'm you, just 14 days older," younger Five corrected him tensely.

"I have pubic hair smarter than you," adult Five retorted. "How's that possible?"

"I can explain," younger Five started the summary. "You see, one hour from now, on the grassy knoll, before the president is killed, you and Rina break your contract with the Commission. We already know you're both thinking about it. All those years in the apocalypse, we never stopped worrying about our families."

"Well, today, you two are going to do something about it," Karina continued. "Today, you are going to attempt to time travel forward to 2019."

Younger Five jumped back in. "However, you are going to screw up the jump and end up in this twip of a body, trapped forever, small, pubescent. Same goes with Rina, because you screwed her up, too."

"Okay," adult Five suddenly passed out a bit of gas. "Even if I was to believe you and once Rina knows about this, what are we supposed to do about it, not jump?"

Younger Five shook his head. "No, no. We need you to jump. If you two don't jump, we cease to exist. What we need from you is to jump correctly."

"I'm listening," adult Five was deeply intrigued now.

"The first time through, I got the calculation wrong. That's how we ended up in these bodies. But now, I know the correct calculation."

"What is it?"

"I'll be glad to tell you…in exchange for that briefcase you're holding under the table," younger Five pointed to it.

"Yeah, yeah, so you and Karina go back to 2019, as planned, but this time with the right math, so you remain a full-grown man and Karina remains a full-grown woman," Luther summed up.

"In exchange, we get that briefcase that you no longer need," Karina continued.

"Timeline restored, paradox resolved. Everyone goes on existing happily ever after," younger Five finished.

"That's quite a bit to take in," adult Five admitted.

"What do you think?" younger Five questioned.

Adult Five thought for a moment. "I think…I need to piss." He got up and took the briefcase with him to the bathroom.

Younger Five and Karina watched him leave.

"Oh," Luther glanced at his brother. "Well, besides the flop sweat, I think that went pretty well, am I right?" He started dabbing sweat away.

"No, no, there's something…" Five waved him away. "Something doesn't feel right about this."

"What…What do you mean?" Luther glanced at him.

"I don't trust him," Five responded.

"But he's you."

"Exactly," Five and Karina answered.

Luther glanced at the two and got up.

"Whoa, where are you going?" Five asked.

"To talk to him," Luther shrugged casually and took off.

Karina sighed, taking a sip of her drink. "You think that's going to work?"

"I'm going to make it work," Five returned.

"Well, good luck with that," she glanced at him. "Are you sure you don't want me there when we get to the…next place?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine."

She merely hummed in thought, wiping some more sweat off his face. "I guess you're right. One person under psychosis is enough."

"I'm fine."

"Whatever you say, doll."

Soon, Luther and adult Five returned. The two looked at them expectantly.

"We good?" younger Five eyed his adult self.

"We're good," Luther grinned.

"You got a deal," adult Five stated. "We gotta hurry. Kennedy's en route. Less than an hour until showtime."

"Why are you so anxious to get going all of a sudden?" younger Five stood up, staring daggers at him.

"Relax. You're getting paranoid," older Five scoffed as they both twitched some.

"Oh, am I?" younger Five challenged as they both passed gas.

"Okay, let's roll," Karina cut them off, exhaling and leading the way out.

~ * ~

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua #viktor hargreeves #aidan gallagher #tua season two #tua s2 #tua five #tua fanfic #tua fandom #number five #lila pitts

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Umbrella Academy

From Dark Horse Comics comes The Umbrella Academy by Gerard Way Gabriel Ba. During the mid-20th century, 43 super-powered infants were born to women who showed no signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves adopts seven of the children to train them to save the world from an unspecified threat. The seven children all have their own unique powers and are numbered by their usefulness according to Hargreeves.

Timeline 

February 11, 1960 - Klaus and Ben arrive in Dallas from April 1, 2019.

1961 - Allison arrives in Dallas from April 1, 2019.

1962 - Luther arrives in Dallas from April 1, 2019.

September 1, 1963 - Diego arrives in Dallas from April 1, 2019.

October 12, 1963 - Viktor arrives in Dallas from April 1, 2019, and loses his memories after being hit by Sissy Cooper's car.

November 22, 1963 - Viktor is captured by the government and causes an energy surge that prevents the assassination of President Kennedy, causing the Soviet Union to invade the United States and start a war. The Umbrella Academy band together to try and fight them.

November 25, 1963 - Number Five arrives in Dallas from April 1, 2019, and witnesses his siblings participating in a battle between the Soviets and the Americans. Hazel takes him to ten days earlier before nuclear bombs destroy Dallas.

Art style 

Interestingly enough, The Umbrella Academy is based on the comic series by Gerard Way (yes, the My Chemical Romance frontman) and Gabriel Bá, and the characters you think you know so well on-screen are actually ever-so-different on the page. And while some are entirely different—for one, The Handler (Kate Walsh) doesn’t exist in the comics—others have slight changes.

But perhaps the biggest change is that each of the main characters has a superehero-esque nickname. Sometimes, like in Luther’s case with “Spaceboy,” these names are occasionally referred to in the show. But generally speaking, it’s a thread that the show didn’t stick with. And that’s something to notice right away when doing back research into the cast.

Luther is known as #1 in the show, and referred to as that number quite often, he’s also called “Spaceboy” in the comic. Tom Hopper is great in the role as the guy who wants to be a leader, but doesn’t always know quite exactly what to do. His depiction, somehow, in the show is a lot more realistic than in the comic—as you can see, his comic counterpart runs around with his gorilla chest out frequently, where the show’s Luther just looks comically buff.

While every Umbrella Academy fan knows Allison’s power of whispering “I heard a rumor��” they might not know that her nickname in the comic is “The Rumor.” The character changed from the comic in that the illustrated version of the character is a white girl with purple hair, while obviously actress Emmy Raver-Lampman is a black woman; Raver-Lampman, primarily a theater actress who’s appeared in Hamilton, crushes the role of Allison, one of her first on screen.

An Academy Award nominee for his role in Juno, Page is easily the most established member of the titular Umbrella Academy (though Mary J. Blige, who plays Cha Cha, rivals him in general). He plays Vanya, who has some mysterious abilities that emerge throughout the course of the season. In the comics, his character is referred to as “The White Violin.”

[allisoooon]

Luther gave up on being leader and seems super happy to follow.  Diego and Five were duking it out to be leader in season two, but neither is good at listening, Diego loses the plot, and Five micromanages everything to death.

You know which member of the group has actual, honest-to-Little-Girl-on-Bike leadership skills that we see in action?  Who’s able to get a group of people pointed in the right direction even if they’re unwilling to listen at first?  Who can single-handedly save an operation falling apart at the seams while keeping everyone calm?

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#allison hargreeves for president #plus she can make them punch themselves in the face if they misbehave #allison hargreeves #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua meta

[hobgoblinns]

s3 allison finding that ray is still alive in a nursing home somewhere and she goes to find him and take care of him and he recognises her immediately oh god

#i hope this will happen #he says something like ‘you were right about the black president’ #pain #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #raymond chestnut #tua s3 #allison x raymond #hob.txt

[spookyscarywoodrow]

okay, but Five has like no concept about what’s stealing, especially since he went from sheltered kid weapon, to apocalypse, to adult kid weapon. So when he walks into stores? He just takes what he needs and strolls out with such confidence that no one doubts him. And it goes on for a while before Allison catches on, which he gets lectured on for hours. But after spending so much time with Klaus and catching up with everything in 2019 he still steals from stores like nobody’s business. Hobby Lobby? He just piles stuff into bags as a gift for Klaus, and walks out with the alarm blaring, but no one stops him because the confidence in that child is too great. When it comes to small businesses, Five will be there 10 times a day, especially coffee shops. Everyone in the coffee shop is amused by the teen, dubbing him the town cryptid after connecting to other small shops. Some times Vanya or Klaus tag along, especially to shops with witchcraft things. Five goes because he likes the rocks, but it’s amusing to watch Klaus spend an hour talking to thin air while people stare in reverence and awe. Diego runs around trying to find who’s been stealing from all these stores, ranting to Klaus and Five who were drinking coffee from the small shop, while Klaus rifles through the Hobby Lobby bag making earrings for Vanya and hand painting patches for a vest Five stole borrowed from another mainstream fashion store. Luther got a cheesy pin for his jacket, Allison had garnered enough Kandi to last a life time and Diego proudly wore a friendship bracelet Klaus made for each of them. If they go down they go down together. Soon enough Allison finds out again and tells Diego to take care of it but he doesn’t have the heart to cause their b o n d i n g. 

#five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya dabbles in paganism #i said what i said #five likes to learn with vanya he doesn't practice though #incorrect umbrella academy quotes #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #eat the rich #five wouldn't hesitate to pickpocket the president and sell info online #to buy coffee of course #ben would loudly cheer him on the bastard #Klaus would too #diego would notice but not say anything #allison not so subtly tells him how to get away with it #vanya silently cheers him on #luther highly disapproves but decides not to rat him out #grace requests the purchase of the mona lisa and starry night #pure #number seven #number six #number five #number four #number three #number two

[child-of-peace]

My friend @kaiko127 just turned around and said to me, Vanya should be evil (the only thing holding Vanya back from using the full extent of her powers is her niceness) because then she can make gay rights better and she can get rid of the president and put Sissy in instead, because no one can stop her. She also said Allison would be Sissy’s Vice President, so black rights! And I mean she’s not wrong!

#TUA #Season 2 spoilers #The Umbrella Academy #Vanya Hargreeves #Vissy #Allison Hargreeves #Vanya’s Farm Frau for President 2K20 #(I would have put her name but tumblr...)

[yconic]

Five Hargreeves, please hurry the FUCK up,

-- Kindly, everyone in 2020

#now we only need kanye west to run for president so this cursed ass year can come #full circle #tua #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #apocalypse #2020 #stop smooching your manequin wife and SAVE our asses

[himbohargreeves]

Honestly idek where the subplot for this chapter came from I really just snapped and said Diego does not exist to look after Klaus

#I tear away my shirt to reveal a ‘diego hargreeves fanclub president’ t-shirt #THIS WASNT MY PLAN BUT I GUESS WE’RE SCREAMING DIEGO RIGHTS AND ALSO LUTHER AND ALLISON RIGHTS #Klaus will get a hug eventually.. he may have his rights back soon

[captain-noir]

not to be biased but im pretty sure that allison is the most powerful member of her family. all she has to do is open her mouth and bend and shift reality to her will. esp in the comics re: the kennedy stuff. she could actually say ‘i heard a rumour that the moon is made out cheese’ and that’s the new reality. imagine being that powerful. ugh her mind

#the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #my best girl #text #when she said mr president i heard a rumour that your head exploded and it did! #nice