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super-unpredictable98 · 11 months

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Leaving Marks | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: Strong language, angst, pregnancy talk

a/n: So after I saw the translation for Klaus' temple tattoo I knew I had to write this. I hope you all feel as much as I felt when I was writing it

(Masterlist)

Life was weird, it was hard to adjust after everything that happened. After a lifetime of thinking they knew who they were, all the former Umbrella kids were tossed into the world without an identity, without powers.

After a quick checkup with the doctor, it was confirmed that Victoria and Klaus were expecting a baby (who they believed was a girl based on their father's extraterrestrial prediction).

The pregnancy was going well and they didn't seem to have much to worry about except, of course, a quick trip to the courthouse to make their wedding official and start planning their honeymoon to Rio de Janeiro as soon as they had the money.

"Shit! I'm all bruised again..." Vicky groaned, sitting on the couch and taking a look at her legs. "Not being indestructible sucks! Do people always get hurt this much?"

"Not really, you just never had to worry about it before so you walk around bumping into everything," Klaus laughed, taking her leg to kiss the bruises.

"Everything fucking hurts, how are people just living their lives? Literally everything I do hurts!" She huffed. "I take something out of the oven, I fall, I scratch myself somewhere, I hold a paper the wrong way, I'm not careful enough shaving... your bodies are so fragile! I hate it!"

"Well, most people deal with this since they were born, we don't really think about it."

Klaus was amused by her frustration, only because it was adorable to watch her figure out what was safe and what wasn't with her new vulnerable flesh. For once he was useful, he could help her avoid injuries or make her feel better when she got hurt.

"Speaking of hurt, did you... did you wanna get your tattoos back?" Victoria asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it," Klaus teased. "I might just want to keep my body clean."

"Nooooo I miss them..." she whined. "It's only five of them!"

"Six actually, I had the umbrella on my wrist, the tiger, the skull, the palm tattoos, and Dave's temple."

Victoria sat up with the most confused look on her face. What did he just say?

"Did I hear it right? Dave's temple? What do you mean?"

"It's Thai I think, I got it done when I was with him."

"And what does it say?" She asked, suddenly very queasy.

"Um... it says Klaus loves Dave," he admitted, thinking it would be better she heard from him than googling it later and finding out he lied.

Victoria stared at him agape, seething with anger that raised up her chest. Her husband immediately noticed and winced, scared of her reaction.

"What the FUCK DID YOU DO?" Her voice was raised along the sentence until she was screaming. "KLAUS, HOW COULD YOU? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?"

"To be very honest, I don't even remember getting this tattoo at all, I don't remember if I asked for the writing or if Dave did... I was so drunk," Klaus chuckled, not really understanding the severity of the can or worms he just opened. He thought laughing it off would make it better, as it usually does.

Victoria felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She was there too, she was in Vietnam for 10 months stripping to have a roof over her head and he didn't seem to miss her enough to want anything to remember her by.

It felt like a betrayal not only because he had an ex's name on his body, but also because this ex had treated Klaus like shit the last time they met and that was something she could never forgive.

"And in all this time you couldn't have made a tattoo for me? Guess you don't love me that much after all," she murmured.

"We're married, we have a baby on the way! I've been pining after you since we were little kids. How can I not love you?" Klaus clutched his chest, feeling quite hurt by her doubt, but knowing her pregnancy hormones certainly played a big role in how this discussion was progressing.

"Right? I thought you did too, crazy how wrong we can be sometimes..."

"I never got a tattoo of your name because you always told me you thought it was lame! I wanted to when we moved out, remember?"

It was true, he asked her what she'd think of him tattooing her name on his forearm along with his in a heart like a carving on a tree two lovers would do as children.

She refused and said that was incredibly tacky, he disagreed, but never brought it up again.

"That doesn't mean you can just go and get someone else's name!" She screamed, leaving him behind while caressing her stomach.

"Liebchen, falls ich wissen sollte was Liebe bedeutet, liegt es an dir*," Klaus followed as he whispered in her ear. "Ich will für immer bei dir sein**."

"Stop it!" Vicky whined. "I don't wanna be charmed right now!"

"Do you want me to get a tattoo for you?" He finally asked, maybe she would finally agree to the carved heart idea.

"No! Nothing you can get will ever top this massive temple on your stomach! It's huge and you've done it first. I can't believe I had sex with you looking at that!"

"I will close my back with your face if that makes you happy, I'll get your name in bold letters on my forehead, I'll get a 'property of Victoria Maria Hargreeves' on my ass! Just please tell me how to make you happy? I wanna fix this."

"Well too bad, you can't make me happy, Klaus!"

That was a first, not once had Vicky been so unforgiving. He was somewhat used to getting away with everything when it came to her, she would make excuses even for his stupidest behaviors.

It was a punch in the gut to hear that, especially being so full of trauma as he was. She had left him once back when they were younger, what would stop her from taking a job in another country and taking their child away? Maybe she was done with him and he would once again lose someone he loved more than himself.

That idea brought tears to his eyes and an almost unbearable pain to his chest. He wanted to drink, he wanted to smoke, he wanted to get his hands on any sort of drug he could find and get high enough to forget everything, but he couldn't. He was a father now.

"I did love Dave, but you know there wasn't a single moment I didn't think of you back then," Klaus dropped to his knees in front of her. "Yeah, he made me see I could be brave and strong. You were always brave for me and much stronger, you were my shield and he showed me I could stand on my own and maybe even protect you someday."

"That man punched you in the face, he came by just to tell you off! How can you see someone like that as anything more than a bigot?" Victoria cried, turning away, not wanting to face him.

"Not everyone has the privilege of knowing who they are and being able to express it like me," he shrugged. "I'm not angry at him as much as I'm angry at the world that made him feel like that's how he should treat me."

"I'm mad at him, it was his fist on your face, not anyone else's."

Klaus nodded, she had all the right to feel this way. He understood and wanted to say that, but he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and prompting her to leave again. He couldn't stand losing her a fifth time.

"Victoria, I'm sorry," he took her hand and kissed it repeatedly. "I know I hurt your feelings and I don't deserve it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you're probably the reason why I'm even alive. I'd never be able to take all the abuse without you there. I'm s-sorry," he sobbed.

Vicky couldn't help how misty-eyed she got as well, the first memory she had of him came into her mind.

They were probably around three or four, they were playing with paper dolls they drew themselves while Grace watched from her charging station.

"I wanna marry a big strong man and have two babies, a boy and a girl," she said.

"I'll be a big strong man!" Klaus pouted, his lip quivering with jealousy at the idea she might be imagining someone else.

"What? Who do you wanna marry?" She asked.

Klaus took their dolls and made them kiss, imitating the noise with his mouth. "I wanna marry a Vicky!"

Pulled back to the present, Victoria looked down at the pitiful look on her husband's face and pulled him into her arms.

He sighed, crying even harder and placing his hand on her stomach. "Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"When have I ever been able to stay angry at you? It hurts so bad that you didn't do anything for me, but-"

"If I knew for a second that's what you wanted, I would have! I swear!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "If you wanna get the temple again with the rest of your tattoos, that's okay."

"No, I won't do that," Klaus shook his head, the idea of hurting her again was too painful. "The past is in the past. I'm forever grateful for him and what he did for me, but you and Fortune are my future."

That night Klaus went out to get dinner, hoping some junk food would cheer Vicky up. On the way, he stopped by a beautiful garden in the park and sat down.

He carefully took off Dave's dog tags and held them close to his heart once more. He then dug a hole among the flowers with his fingers and placed the necklace there, covering it as best as he could.

"I think this is a nice spot for you to rest," Klaus smiled to himself. "Thank you, Dave, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but you saved me."

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That week Klaus tried to be extra loving, he did everything to show Vicky she meant the world to him and he loved her with all his heart and soul. He cooked (badly, but still), cleaned, took every chance to compliment her, kiss her, cuddle her...

When his tattoo appointment finally came, he had already decided he wanted to make a nice surprise for his wife. Or two.

So on the first day, he got the tiger on his back, the Sky Soldiers skull on his arm, the hello and goodbye on his palms, and even the umbrella on his wrist (something he really wanted, as to never forget where he came from and the pain he endured).

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Vicky thought that was it. Only a couple of weeks after, Klaus went back for his second appointment while his wife worked on her new business. She had been very busy with everything regarding the bakery she was planning to open, something she wanted since she was 12.

"Hey, Liebling! How are we doing today?" He came back a few hours later with the biggest smile on his face.

"Great, can you try this?" She offered him a cinnamon roll from the tray she had just pulled out of the oven.

"It'll be my pleasure," Klaus took a large bite and moaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, my God! This is so good, you haven't lost your touch."

"Thank you, but you're not just saying that? It needs to be good enough to sell," Victoria asked hesitantly.

"I promise you, it's perfect. I'd buy a dozen right now," he insisted, taking another bite. "It's really buttery, the perfect amount of cinnamon, so soft.."

"Aww I'm glad! You can eat as many as you want, just save some space for dinner," she winked at him as she washed her hands. " What would you like, by the way?"

"Oh well, anything that isn't too greasy, also no pork for me," Klaus smirked. "Not until I heal."

"Heal? What did you do?" She asked.

He simply unbuttoned his flowy blouse and exposed his back where he had now a tarot card.

"The Wheel of Fortune," Vicky murmured with a soft chuckle. "That is so sweet! I bet she'll love it and I do too."

"Oh but that's not all," he pulled the sleeve to expose his forearm.

Klaus had a pretty big tattoo of a rectangular window, the window from their first flat which went from floor to ceiling. He also had the skyline that was visible from their living room and in front of it, his silhouette dancing with Victoria's just like they used to do when they were kids.

"Klausie! This is... this is so beautiful," Vicky choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotion. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Why not? I love you," he giggled. "See? They are dancing together forever, they'll never ever be apart, just like I wish we never had."

Without another word, she jumped into his arms capturing his lips passionately. That was so much better than anything she could've come up with, it was the most romantic thing he had ever done. Declaring his love and saying so much without even needing words.

"So I take it you liked it?" Klaus grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love it... You're a big strong man, Klausie. You're my dream come true."

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @seanfalco @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

*I only know what love is because of you

** I want to be with you forever

#umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy #fanfic #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus hargreeves #tua fanfic #tua imagine #tua klaus #tua #the eighth child #drabble

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saidrolav · 2 years

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Hey, can I get shipped with an Umbrella Academy character? Im queer so any gender is fine.

Im an INFP and a quintuple Gemini. Im a huge nerd, I love Dnd, Doctor Who, Marvel and all of that type of thing. My friends describe me as passionate and funny, I try my best to be their rock and I love very intensely. I think I would genuinely do anything for my friends. Being there for the people I love is very important to me.

Im 5’7 and chubby, I’m pale with brown hair, hazel eyes and freckles. My style ranges from “emo” to super girly, I wear whatever I want depending on my mood that day.

Hiiii thank you for asking a ship!!! I ship you with...

Klaus!

He absolutely loves when you dress girly and... absolutely loves when you dress emo too he just loves both styles and he thinks it fits you sooo well!! 🧡

He loves your funny side and you guys would crack some jokes while he's high or drunk he would laugh until he probably die because he can't breathe 👀

Would watch all of your nerd stuff but would probably not understand a thing he's just happy he's with you 🥰

#umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella scene #umbrella academy ben #umbrella academy vanya #umbrella acedmy #marcus the umbrella academy #luther the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy ships #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves x y/n #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves #🐧

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astersplace · 2 years

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five x reader - looks

Even after running for his life several times, he had never felt his heart beat as fast as it did when she stepped out of the elevator. She looked at Sloane, continuing her duties as her maid of honor as she made one final adjustment to the bride’s dress. He looked at her.

Her eyes shone with a certain joy; one that was rare to see mere hours before the end of the world. Maybe it was the way her dress hung softly on her hips and shoulders, or the way her hair looked shiny and soft. Maybe it was how the light reflected off of her face, accentuating her beautifully done makeup.

Maybe it was just her.

When she stepped out, she walked to Five. Their hearts thumped so loud, they were silently hoping the other person couldn’t hear it.

“You look… great.”

“So do you, did you try something new with your hair?”

“Yeah, Klaus insisted on styling it. He said it made me look like a ‘sexy little grade school boy.’”

She chuckled at that. She took his arm and sat down next to him.

The ceremony was beautiful. He knew he should be paying more attention to his brother, but he kept sneaking glances at her. During the vows, the newlyweds were tearing up. She was too. He immediately noticed, and grabbed her hand to trace small, comforting shapes on the back of her hand. She put her other hand on top of his, turning her body into him. Resting her head on his shoulder, he was overjoyed.

He would never let her know that, though.

Well, at least when they were sober.

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hannahhook7744 · 5 months

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The Katz-Hargreeves Children (Headcanons);

The oldest (based off Klaus' son in the comics) is Klaus' son, Lôc 'Lucky' Ben Hargreeves.

He was born back during the Vietnam war to a friend with benefits Klaus had (before he and Dave became a thing), who died.

He is the oldest at 20 years old.

He has Aerokinesis and is also known as The Boss, and The Windbreaker.

He had ties with gangsters.

He likes reading and is quite handy with guns.

He likes waffles and is a great scientist and inventor.

Oh and he's a YouTuber (as a cover).

Lucky is the only bio child.

He's never been able to decide whether his favorite uncle is Viktor or Diego.

The second oldest is Thomas 'Tommy' Benjamin Katz-Hargeeves.

He's 17 years old.

He's also known as the Coward of the County.

He loves dancing, driving, drag racing, wearing makeup, and watching tv. Oh and Pepsi.

He has a girlfriend named Becky who he plans to propose to.

He prefers Tommy over Thomas.

Tommy usually drives his siblings to school but they're constantly running late for one reason or another.

He and his sister, Jolene, argue often.

He's a lot like Klaus but with a temper.

His favorite uncle, to the surprise of no one, is Ben but Diego is a close second.

The middle child is Jolene Alison Katz-Hargreeves.

She's 13 years old.

She's also known as the Chameleon because she's good at blending in.

She plays baseball, soft ball, and lots of other sports.

Jolene gets into a lot of fights.

She always has a sucker on her and is always wearing a baseball cap and something cameo-y.

She has a potty mouth. Likely picked up from Lucky and Tommy.

She's sassy and has an attitude and often comes off as impatient.

She is a dog person and loves the family dog, a black lab named 'Gummy Bear'.

Her favorite uncle is Five.

The second youngest and last boy is Revere Diego Katz-Hargreeves.

He's seven years old and very clumsy, which has earned him the nickname 'Clumsy'.

He is a ballerina.

Oh and has a nasty habit of eavesdropping on people. Mainly his siblings.

Revere is a cat person who prefers the family cat, a white persian named 'Cinnamon'.

And he never swears.

He's always covered in bandaids or wearing a cast due to his misadventures.

And he takes after Dave a lot.

He loves waffles (especially if they're strawberry ones) and silly/slappy bands.

He wears glasses (that have ended up cracked a lot due to his clumsiness).

He's also very good at puppeteering and ventriloquism.

His favorite uncle is Luther.

Revere is also very shy around people he doesn't know.

Finally, there's little Delilah Grace Katz-Hargreeves.

Delilah is the youngest at three years old.

She's a very cranky child due to her tendency to not nap. But hey, what child isn't?

She loves waffles, stuffed animals, drawing (mostly with chalk), and tea parties.

She spends most of her time in her playhouse when she isn't by her fathers' side.

Allison is her favorite out of her fathers' combined siblings.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #dave x klaus #klaus x dave #klave #tua #tua next gen #umbrella academy next generation #ocs #original characters #built on characters #etc

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 months

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Taylor Swift Edits ✤ Helena Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

1989 ✤ All You Had To Do Was Stay: All I know is that you drove us off the road

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

#helena hargreeves #ocappreciation #fyeahtuaocs #so long & goodbye #helena x klaus #klaulena #ship: we're not working out #but like notp #*1989 #*tswift #my work #my edits #my manips #my ocs #umbrella academy oc

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mikasimaginairyworld · 11 months

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

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: blood, burning, guns, violence

word count: 3186

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you, Five."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?", Diego asked heavily panting.

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

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

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

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

"There, that's better."

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

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

"Disappointed?", Lila asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lila shrugged: "Was I supposed to?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are you?", she asked.

"I'm your brother."

"I have a brother?"

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

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

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

"In Dallas?"

"No, here in 1963."

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

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

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

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

The impact of the blast screamed of Vanya.

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

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

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

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

One of them pulled out a knife from his belt.

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

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

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

"Shit.", she panted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Four."

"You never talked about that in group."

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

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

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

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

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

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

"Jesus!", Diego cried holding his cheek.

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

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

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

"Too much?", Lila asked.

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

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

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

Five and Vanya entered the fighting audience looking for Luther.

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

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

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

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

Slowly, he came back to reality.

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

The fighter looked at Luther in anger and confusion.

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

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

"What are you doing?", Five whispered.

The opponent growled and threw Luther against a wall.

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

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

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

The opponent happily obliged.

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

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

He kept screaming to punch him again.

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

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

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

Mr. Ruby shook his head in disappointment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where to?"

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

She stopped the car abruptly.

"Klaus? Allison?", she turned around.

Klaus looked at her confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The decorative treasure box contained a key to room 217.

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

Her red boots clacked on the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

Lila smiled softly: "Thanks, mom."

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

Lila?

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

Nailah shook her head. She was tired.

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

-> Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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ameagrice · 2 years

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five hargreeves x f!reader

prologue

Reginald Hargreeves bought and adopted eight children, intending to train them up to stop criminals and wrongdoing in the world.

Numbers One to Seven all had an ability, and each one varied to the next. As the children grew, these abilities became stronger and easier to control, and thus, the lessons they learned increased in difficulty, also. Everything would have gone to plan…

Had Frances had an ability.

As it turned out, Frankie Hanselman, adopted from Great Britain, lacked any power at all. No amount of discipline or teaching brought it to the surface—soon enough, Reginald Hargreeves figured out just what his mistake had been. It didn’t matter that Frankie Hanselman shared a birthday with the other children, or that her birth had been unexpected. The truth was her mother’s pregnancy had been undetected, and Frankie’s birth date was simply a coincidence.

Thus, unable to locate her real parents, Frankie was handed over to the next best place.

A boarding school in Switzerland.

Having grown up with somewhat of a family, the abrupt change and transition to a strange school in a different country sent Frankie’s eight-year-old world sideways. With a suitcase in each hand, standing in the foyer, she looked over her found family one last time, standing together. Allison had already wished her goodbye, and Vanya had disappeared after breakfast (of which had been a solemn affair of Frankie’s silent tears), leaving Diego, Luther, Klaus and Five to say goodbye.

With their father standing at the side, there wasn’t much they could say.

In the silence came their father’s voice. “Be on your way now, Number Eight.”

All Frankie could do was nod and turn around painfully, facing her ‘mother’ holding the door open, and leave, with her footsteps loud in the quiet. Out on the front step Frankie made a choice to turn around, and meet eyes with Number Five, who at least tried to smile.

Then, the door slammed in her face, and Frankie was left astounded on the doorstep.

#five hargreeves x reader #number five #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #the chain #the umbrella academy x oc

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everluxx · 4 months

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﹟ ROLEPLAY SEARCH . . . klaus hargreeves

hello, i'm luxx. on my carrd you can find anything and everything about my roleplay requirements, from my intro carrd, my roleplay rules, and my discord link, which you can contact me via if you are interested.

i'm looking to find one or a few roleplays within the umbrella academy fandom, specifically involving klaus hargreeves. i am very flexible about who plays him, whether it is me or my roleplay partner, i don't mind. i don't exactly have a canon ship i'm interested in roleplaying, so i'd prefer his pairing be with an oc, and while i will pair him with anyone, a male or genderqueer person is preferred. i personally headcanon klaus as very nonbinary.

i have quite a few little plot ideas we can go off of and build on together, i do ask that you come with ideas too! i love nothing more than building and plotting in tandem with someone (and i will go on tangents about my ideas).

please make sure you follow all the requirements in my carrd, especially being 18+ as i'm sure everyone knows how scandalous klaus can be. my discord is linked in my carrd, but you can also look me up @ fuckerz. hope to talk to you soon!

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Ambience: The Umbrella academy x OC

Imagine....

What if the Handler adopted two girls, instead of one. Lila and Skye.

What if one of them got sick and tired of being manipulated and used by the Commision and having learnt how to use the briefcases at the age of 12 transported herself to year 2001 when she met a bunch of kids known as "the umbrella academy".

What if Reginald Hargreeves quickly realised she had the powers of seeing auras and manipulatating people's mood and emotions and decided to take her in without going for full adoption. What if unofficially she was referred to as "Number Eight: The Spirit".

And most importantly, what if, after some time, The Handler send her most dangerous assasin after her in order to bring her back where she truly belonged?

A/N: Skye is normal human being and therefore she ages normallly. She won;t be a subject to some wibby wobbly timey wimey stuff.

Or at least that is the plan, which as we writers all know, are subject to many changes in time :D

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy imagine #tua imagine #the umbrella academy x OC #umbrella academy x you #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #alisson hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #victor hargreeves #tua x reader #umbrellas #the umbrella academy fanfiction

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carlandoxlestappen · 2 years

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Summertime Sadness | The Hargreeves

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Warning(s): escaping from a bad household.

2002

Harper, Five, Allison, Vanya, Diego, Luther, Ben and Klaus all walked onto the sidewalk in front of the Umbrella Academy with sad looks in their eyes. As there was heavy traffic, they looked through the cars until the kids found a driver that seemed reliable enough and alone. Allison knocked on the driver’s window and he looked over to her, rolling the window down as he noticed the group of 13 year olds.

“Hey, are you kids alright? You need anything?” He asked kindly and they immediately knew he was the right person.

“I heard a rumor, you parked your car here and waited until I told you what to do.” Allison said, causing the man’s eyes to turn white before he moved his car to an open space and parked it, staying still until further instruction.

“Okay…I guess this is it.” Harper said looking around at her best friends, she couldn’t even began to say how lucky she was to have them, because she didn’t know how to find the words to begin with.

“Yep.” Diego said, smiling softly. She took a deep breath before pulling him into a warm embrace.

“God, I’m going to miss you guys.” Harper breathed out as a tear slid down her cheek.

“At least now we could talk all the time.” He grinned at her, pulling out the mobile phone they bought for her a few weeks ago from her front pocket before putting it back.

“Yeah! This isn’t a goodbye, It’s more of a ‘see you later.” Ben spoke up with a sad smile.

“Yeah!” Klaus nodded along enthusiastically.

“Well then, I’ll see you later.” Harper said as she moved on to hug Klaus.

“See you later, loser.” He replied, smiling as he rested his chin on top of her head.

“Oh, shut up.” She chuckled as she she pulled away and walked closer to Ben who opened his arms wide.

“Don’t forget to call, okay?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I won’t, I don’t know if I’ll survive without you.” She replied, causing them both to laugh.

“We both know you won’t.” Ben said confidently, and she smiled and shrugged as she pulled away.

Harper walked to where Five stood, his hands buried in his pockets as he stared at the ground. She looped her arms under his and hugged him close. Five sighed as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, wanting to savor every second he had with his only friend.

“You’re not going forget about me, are you?” He asked quietly as Harper leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I could never.” She said, causing him to smiled as finally let a tear slip from his eyes and down his cheek, falling on her head.

“I’ll see later, then?” Five asked, quickly wiping his cheek before anyone could notice the trail.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Harper responded with a small smile as she walked over to Luther.

“It’s going to be weird without you around all the time.” He chuckled as she walked straight into his open arms, holding on tightly.

“Yeah, well, the phone bill is going to be huge.” Harper joked, making him smile.

“It better be.” He responded, smiling sadly when she pulled away and walked over to Allison and Vanya, who were already staring at her with glassy eyes.

“This is really happening isn’t it?” Vanya asked, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Yeah, it is.” Allison replied before dropping the bag in her hands to the floor and pulling Harper and Vanya into a tight hug.

“I just wanted to say…thank you for letting me experience what It’s like to have sisters.” The girl said, sniffling.

“No, don’t cry! If you’re going to cry, I’m going to cry!” Allison sobbed.

“Sorry.” Harper smiled sadly, wiping away her tears.

“Remember, call us the second you get there. And-and don’t forget to stay away from strangers and sketchy neighborhoods. And-“ Vanya rambled nervously, not knowing what more to say.

“Vanya! I’m going to call when I get there, and I promise I’ll stay safe. And anyway, no one’s going to mess with me, my best friends are superheroes.” Harper grinned at them, making them laugh as they all pulled away.

“Well then, let’s do this.” Allison said, grabbing the bag with one hand and Harper’s with the other as they all walked over to the car.

Harper opened the door and slid into the back seat as Allison put down the bag full of money her friends had Grace pull out of Reginald’s bank account. Though seeing as the man was a fucking billionaire, he wasn’t really going to notice that a few thousands of dollars were missing.

“Don’t forget, there is supposed to be a guy called Sebastian waiting for you at the check-in area and he knows who you are. You only need to give him the money I put in the small plastic bag inside as payment and he’ll guide you around and help you with your baggage and everything you’ll need.” Allison explained as Diego and Luther loaded Harper’s small suitcase and duffle bag in the trunk of the car before coming back to stand with his siblings.

“Okay…I’ll see you guys later?” Harper asked looking around the the her best friends.

“Yeah, we’ll see you later.” Diego replied as Allison gently shut the car’s door and moved to the driver’s window.

“What’s your name?” She asked firmly.

“Steve.” The guy answered. He didn’t seem too old, 24 at most.

“Okay Steve. I heard a rumor, you drove my friend to the the Le Centre Sheraton Hotel in Montreal, Quebec.” Allison said the words she practiced for weeks on end from the moment they decided on their plan. They wanted Harper to stay in a nice hotel, not too close but also not too far. They didn’t want that asshole father of hers to track her down easily, but even if he did, they could go there and protect her.

Steve nodded before starting his car and stepping on the gas, driving away. But of course, the children didn’t let that stop them as they ran along after the car, shouting to their friend until they couldn’t walk.

“So what-what now?” Klaus asked as he bent with his hand on his knees, panting.

“Now, we wait until she calls.” Five answered as they all stared after the car until it was out of sight, and only then did they walk back to the academy, leaning against each other for comfort.

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super-unpredictable98 · 10 months

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Can you pleasee do a fic like 18 years after when their daughter brings home her bf for dinner who has the whole bad boy vibe and their whole interaction?

(klaus,vicki)

Meet The Parents | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,3 k

Warning: Strong language, mention of drugs

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you like it, I really love writing Dad Klaus lol also I'm still working on requests so just keep an eye out everyone.

(Masterlist)

"Hello, Liebchen..." Klaus walked out of the bedroom following the smell of fresh bread and seasonings for the marinara sauce.

Even though he was 52, he still dressed pretty much like he always had. He wore a shimmery see-through crop top and the tiniest underwear, glitter from the party they attended the night before still covering his eyes, cheeks, and (somewhat gray) curls. Ah, the advantages of being empty-nesters...

Ever since Fortune left to go to college about 45 minutes away, Klaus and Vicky had been living like they did in their early 20s. Parties, weed, drinks, junk food, lots and lots of sex. No one understood how they got the energy, but they did.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty! This has to be a new record, you slept for half a day," Victoria teased. "Hungry?"

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely hungry," Klaus embraced her from behind and slid his hands up to feel up her chest. "You look even sexier now that I'm sober."

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll have time for that now, Klausie," she laughed.

"What? Why?" He pouted.

"You forgot? Fortune is coming for dinner, honey, she's bringing her new boyfriend."

Klaus' demeanor immediately went sour, it was the first time their daughter was bringing a boy for them to meet and he was sure he would hate anyone she introduced. Not because he'd necessarily be an asshole, but obviously because no one in the world can ever be good enough for his Fortune.

In an effort to be as different as possible from his own father, he became the most doting dad he possibly could. It was a miracle his daughter turned out so sweet and grounded after how spoiled she was.

"I know I promised to be cool about this dating thing, but..."

"I know," Vicky stirred the sauce carefully while giving her husband a sympathetic look. "You never thought you'd be square and get jealous of your little girl, but there you are. Don't worry, Tunnie has a good head on her shoulders and good taste. She knows what a good man looks like, we raised her well."

He nodded, trying to blindly trust his wife, as more often than not, she was right. What's the worst that could happen? She was only 18, it's not like she could get pregnant... or marry way too young... or join a cult with this guy like several people did when Destiny's Children was around. Well, shit.

About an hour later the doorbell rang, Klaus had already showered and put on some less slutty clothes, so he ran to open the door while Victoria set the table.

"My Tunnie!" He pulled his daughter into his arms and squeezed her as if it was the first time they saw each other in years (it had been a week). "I missed you so much, is your throat better? Did the medicine help?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm fine. I missed you too," Fortune chuckled, already used to the overprotection.

"Oh, check it out! I love it," he took her arm to get a better look at her new tattoo of the moon. "Uncle Luther is gonna love it!" He joked, completely ignoring the boy waiting by the door as well.

"Thanks," she smiled, pulling her boyfriend closer as her mom joined. "Dad, this is Jax. Jax this is my father, Klaus, and my mother, Victoria."

"Hey," was all he said.

"So nice to meet you," Vicky went in for a hug despite being a little hesitant. He didn't seem like the type of guy her daughter would be interested in.

The boy was tall and muscular, his arms were covered in tattoos, his long hair was shaped a little bit like a mullet and messy, he had a dangling earring, wore a spike necklace, and a leather jacket. From what they could count, he had two more piercings (on his eyebrow and his tongue).

"Jax? Like a dog?" Klaus laughed. "Come on in, dinner is ready."

An awkward silence engulfed the entire family while everyone got themselves some pasta and garlic bread. As a former horrible influence, Klaus could recognize one when he saw it, and he didn't like it one bit.

"So, what are you studying, Jax?" Victoria finally asked. She had to admit despite not being the sort of man she would've gone for back in her day, he was very handsome.

"I'm in nursing school," he answered. "My mom was a nurse in Japan before we moved to America."

Klaus nearly choked, a nurse? Really? That guy looked like he would punch someone in the face for asking him the time.

"Oh, you're Japanese? Where are you from? My husband and I did a ton of missions- works there," Victoria smiled.

"Osaka."

"Wow! That's amazing, we loved hanging around Dotonbori. Right, Klausie?"

"Um? Yeah, yeah, really cool place," Klaus nodded, trying not to let his thoughts wander too much.

"Jax is also in a band, he plays the drums," Fortune added. "He helps at the animal shelter on the weekends and volunteers at the nursing home every Monday."

"Good one," her father snorted before he could stop himself.

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"Oh come on, are we just gonna pretend like Asian James Dean looks like someone who likes to volunteer!"

"Klaus!" Victoria scolded. "What did I tell you? You were never like this, you were never one to judge appearances, what's going on?"

"Yeah, Dad, you always told me you can never judge a book by its cover when my classmates would tease me saying you're gay!" Fortune exclaimed.

Meanwhile, poor Jax sunk in his seat wanting nothing more than to disappear. He was scared something like that was gonna happen and he really liked Fortune.

"I know, but- but you're my daughter! And he's bad news!" Klaus cried irrationally. "I know how that sounds, Vicky. I know I'm bad news too, but in a different way!"

"Klausie, you were the most promiscuous teenager I've ever met, you broke every law I can think of, you used every substance under the sun, and you were a cult leader involved in a tax fraud scandal!" Victoria scoffed.

"Alright, yeah, that's true... but in my defense, it was the '60s, cults were all the rage!"

"Dad, you have nothing to worry about. Yeah, he's kinda intimidating at first, but he's a huge softie, he's just shy," Fortune said, taking her boyfriend's arm.

"I- I wanted to leave a good first impression," Jax admitted. "But when I'm nervous, I shut down a bit."

Klaus suddenly felt like shit seeing the kid looking so scared. He never had that experience to meet Victoria's parents, he couldn't imagine how scared he would be, how horrible he would feel if they treated him like he treated Jax.

"You know what? Let's give it another shot, you seem decent enough. I'm Klaus, nice to meet you," he offered his tattooed hand.

"Jax Hayashi, nice to meet you too," the boy smiled, grateful for the second chance.

"Tell me in thirty seconds why you deserve to date my Fortune," he teased.

"I work hard, I always try to better myself, I cook, I'm good with kids and animals, I like to make her laugh, and... and I love her, she's the most amazing and most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life."

Victoria grabbed her husband's arm, her heart tight with emotion. Just like him, Jax was good and sweet, just underneath a little bit of a weird surface. Fortune smiled, knowing her dad would come around after all.

"She really is, isn't she? Not to brag, but I helped making her," Klaus chuckled. "Fun fact, did you know Fortune here was actually conceived in 1963 right before the assassination of JFK?"

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xoteajays · 2 years

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▸jasmine ‘jas’ lin

october 1989, 43 women who were not pregnant earlier that day gave birth. that week reginald hargreeves bought adopted seven of them. jasmine lin was not one of them; though he probably could have gotten her if he’d bothered to wait 3 months longer. her ‘parents’ were quick to give her up when it became obvious she would be a challenging child. after too much loud wailing and shattered glass - windows and glassware alike - the young couple abandoned the mysterious babe outside the local firehouse.

if they’d left her with a name, she didn’t care to use it and the orphanage matron didn’t either. they called her ‘anne’ until she was old enough to choose her own name.

jasmine, or ‘jas’ as she often preferred, was a peculiar child. a bit of a crybaby with a glass-shattering wail that earned her the punishment of being raised in a lightbulb-less room with a single unglazed window and only allowed plastic crockery for her meals. in the winter, she was granted more blankets, though sometimes she wondered if the matron simply hoped she would perish to the cold. she didn’t, instead persevering and growing. she had no chance of adoption, not with her strange abilities and her mostly lacking social relations - unaided by the matron’s isolation of her. on the dawning of her 18th birthday, she was kicked to the curb with little more than chump change to her name. she took up the surname ‘lin’, shattered every window in the orphanage, and that was that.

it was no easy beginning to her life. she lived in homeless shelters and slept where she could, even on trains or buses until the end of their lines. it was a stroke of luck paired with agnes rofa’s kindness that got her a job at griddy’s. she had a surprising talent for baking and was kindly enough to be favoured by patrons. putting aside much of her pay checks, she eventually managed to get herself a decent enough apartment and was looking into opening her own cafe by her late 20s.

that was the simple part though. less simple were klaus and diego hargreeves. klaus was a friendly face who somehow managed to show up any night jas went out, no matter the bar or club. he called her ‘jazzy’ and bought - well, stole - her shots and brought a kind of fun to her life that she seldom had ever had. diego was a friend of her neighbour, eudora patch’s — and a mask-donning vigilante that tumbled through the wrong window one night, bloody and bruised. diego brought an excitement she didn’t exactly want, but refused to let slip away, if only because she was worried one night he’d end up too injured and with nobody to help him. as stubborn as he was, there was a softness underneath that she gently urged out of him. there was a humorous side that she only saw when he was alone with her and eudora. it took longer than she’d ever admit to to realise the connection between the two men.

just as unexpected as his brothers’, was five. she didn’t need some pipsqueak blinking in and poking around her apartment, but there he was, drinking her coffee, demanding her name, and asking why she was among the bodies of his deceased siblings in a soon-to-be-arriving apocalypse. and so ended whatever simplicity her life had left.

#ocappreciation #umbrella academy oc #diego hargreeves x oc #the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #reintroducing my tua oc!#same powers and story name tho #oc: jasmine lin #no thoughts only diego's tiny gf who is also klaus' tiny bestie #literally tiny #google says steph is 4'11 💀

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procrastination20 · 8 months

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

If you read this cool! Feedback is always appreciated!

Enjoy! ❤️ - Mads

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

The Orchard

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

"Five."

The question ran meek. Small and unfathomable.

"Five!?" She rang again. Shouting.

No response.

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

"Shit" she said in a whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"KeeYAAA!!!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harriette?"

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

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

"Young"

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

"No seriously" She sounded concerned.

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

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

"Shit"

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