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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 6 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author's note: Another chapter. Events of Episode 1x05 Number Five. A reminder I am not of Latin heritage and I haven't taken a Spanish course since 2008. So please forgive that aspect. I'm not trying to disrespect anyone, but it was requested. I don't focus on that aspect of the original request often, but I do remember it is there. Rough translations are at the end of the chapter. (I checked multiple translation websites not just google translate, ReversoDictionary is slowly becoming a favorite, I like their examples set up.)

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Word count: 4k+

Content Warning: Shooting, Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Mentions of Death, Blood, Knives, Arguing, Sibling Rivalry, Guilt, Cussing/Swearing, Canon Typical Neglect, Manipulation, Violence, Angst, Drinking, Bar Fight

Chapter 6: Serious Discussions and Stakeouts

“Piece of shit,” Diego spits out as he and Y/N get back to the boiler room.

Luther can tell something is very wrong by just looking at his siblings as they return. Diego seems livid, and the glow around their sister was basically broadcasting that something horrible had happened. Anxiety and sadness rolled off her in deep blue shades. So when Diego showed no sign of stopping. Luther knew he needed to step in.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” Diego says just before Luther intercepts him in what is essentially a violent bear hug and lifts Diego off the ground. “No! Let me-” Diego fights in vain. Luther looks at his sister, a million questions in his head. She shakes her head, and it answers the most important ones. No, Klaus. Nothing good happened. Nothing helpful. Diego keeps fighting. “Get your ape hands off me!” The light around her pulses in intensity as it happens, but she knows stepping in might make things worse.

“I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down,” Luther states.

“Diego…” she starts.

“Fine,” Diego relents.

“Now, wanna tell us what you’re talking about?”

“Our brother’s been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Griddy’s, and then at Gimble Brothers, after the guys in masks attacked the Academy, looking for him,” Diego explains.

“None of which is any of your concern,” Five says.

“Is now,” she says.

“They just killed my friend,” Diego states. She knew that was an understatement, but he clearly didn’t want them to know more than that. He’s hurting, and she knows it. So she moves forward and puts a hand on his arm. Not sure if she is more trying to calm him or reassure herself that he is even somewhere near okay.

“What did you bring back with you?” she says as she looks at Five.

“Who are they, Five?”

“They work for my former employer,” Five explains. “A woman called The Handler. She sent them to stop me. Then soon as Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.”

She is quick to put herself between Diego and their brothers. Her hand goes to his chest to get him to look at her. “I know,” she whispers to Diego. Then she does something she rarely does but knows it usually works with him. She uses the one thing they both have in common. Something he always saw at theirs. Their language. “Su culpa o no. Mantente enfocado.” He glances at her, a bit shocked, but he nods. He looks at her only for a second before his focus is back on Five.

“Now they’re my fair game,” Diego tells Five. “And I’m gonna see to it they pay.”

“That would be a mistake, Diego,” Five tells him. “They’ve killed people far more dangerous than you.” She feels him tense up under her hand, but neither moves. He glances at her again.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Diego storms out. She thinks about following him but decides to give him a minute to himself. She looks from the door to Luther and Five. Luther looks at her with an odd look before he sighs and turns back to Five.

“Former employer?” Luther asks. “What's this really about? And don't give me any of this ‘It's none of your business’ crap, all right?”

“Well, it's a long story.”

“You said you’d explain it all to me,” she insists. “I’ve done everything you asked of me. Long story or not, you owe me.”

“They turned me into the perfect instrument for the rehabilitation of the time continuum,” Five begins to explain. “Or ‘corrections,’ as they called them. I wasn't the only one. There are others like me. Beings out of time, fractured, extracted from the lives that they knew. I don't know how they got there. But I do know that none of them were as good as me. They didn't realize it, but I was biding my time, trying to figure out the right equation so I could get back. If I could just get back, I knew I could stop the apocalypse. Save the world. So I broke my contract.”

“So…you were a hitman?” Luther asks.

“Yes.” Five’s answer was simple and somewhat world-shattering to his siblings.

“Wow,” she says. “You know they shot me, right?”

Five looks at her. He could vaguely remember one of them mentioning that while he was drunk.

She pulls her arm out of her jacket and angrily strips off the bandage, despite Luther trying to stop her.

“Look at it!” she yells at Five. The skin around the neat row of stitches is angry and bruised. It’s unhealed and looks painful. “The only reason I’m not as dead as Detective Patch is that I shoved the barrel of the gun with a superheated fist, and it jammed after that shot because I damaged it.”

Luther sighs and takes the bandages that had been gripped tight in her hand, and rewraps her wound. “You need new bandages.”

“I’ll deal with it at the house.” She looks at Five. “You might think you are protecting us by not telling us these things, that they don't matter, but it just means we have no idea what we are up against, and someone else is going to end up dead. Klaus is missing. Patch is dead. Grace is gone. So you want to keep us from whatever fate you saw, then get your shit together and do what you asked me to do, trust each other. Trust me. Trust us. Now I’m going to find our angry vigilante brother before someone gets stabbed, and then I’m going to look for Klaus, my way.” She leaves, letting the door slam as she does.

Luther finally asks the question that he has been wanting to ask. “A hitman, uh…I mean, you had a code, right?” You didn’t kill just anybody.”

“No code. We took out anyone who messed with the timeline.”

“What about innocent people?”

“It was the only way I could get back here.”

“But that’s murder.”

“Jesus, Luther, grow up. We’re not kids anymore. There’s no such thing as good guys or bad guys. There’s just people goin’ about their lives. But when the world ends all those people die, including our family. Time changes everything.”

When she catches up with Diego as he staking out the donut shop. He doesn’t miss the way the Wisp seems to take on an intense energy beyond even its usual glow. He knew it was because Klaus was still nowhere to be found, even for her little lights. But the Wisp was crackling and buzzing, mirroring the way she can't seem to settle for long. Something he hadn't seen her do much of since they were kids, and Five failed to show back up for dinner. And the next dinner. Every dinner until a couple nights ago. Reginald had scolded her for making her anxieties so obvious for anyone to see. It was a weakness. One that Diego had wanted to stab the man for pointing out. How was pointing out she was scared or anxious going to help her be anything but more scared or anxious? Back then, he'd just tried to help the others distract her. When he was a dumb kid, sometimes that was done by pushing her buttons to piss her off. Make her less weak and more intimidating. In hindsight, that was absolutely the opposite of what she needed.

“He’ll show up,” Diego assures her. “This is Klaus. He always comes crawling back to you.”

“This is different,” she admits. “You saw that motel room, and I can usually at least find him.”

“We’ll find him,” he insists. “We find the people that took him, that shot you, and we’ll get answers.” He doesn’t really want to think too hard about the fact that he had come close to losing her and Eudora in less than a day. Professional hitmen shot two of the only people he cares about, and Eudora is dead. He’s lucky to still have his sister with him. And she doesn’t even seem phased by it. She’s more worried about Klaus. He reaches over and finds her hand and squeezes it. “We will. You’ll see.”

They get back to the Academy, and Diego helps her change her bandages. They hear voices near their rooms. She checks it out with the Wisp.

“Klaus!” She shouts and runs to his room. She nearly tackles him in a hug.

Klaus hugs her back and says to someone or something she couldn't see, "See, I knew Sunshine would care.”

“We were kind of in the middle of something, Y/N,” Five says. She glares at him but looks back to Klaus."I searched the whole damn city TWICE! When we found Patch and that awful room…I didn’t- What happened? Where were you?" A look of absolute confusion covers her face as she takes in his appearance. He looks different. She tries to find every little difference. "What- are you wearing?” She looks at the dog tags. “Who? Where-whatever," she waved all that off and hugs him again. "Don't scare me like that. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"For a while, I wasn't sure you would either," Klaus states.

"Oh, Klaus," she hugs him tighter.

“Klaus, where’s the briefcase?”

“What briefcase?” she asks.

“Gone,” Klaus answers. “I destroyed it. Poof.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Five gets angry.

“What do you care?” Klaus asks.

“What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could get back. I could start over.”

“Whoa, hey,” she tries but is ignored again.

“Just Just - Where you going?”

“Interrogation's over. Just leave.”

“What a dick,” she mutters and looks back at Klaus. “I don’t know what he’s mad about, but you-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Klaus says, with a smile that is barely there and doesn’t reach his eyes. “I missed you, Sunshine.”

“Klaus,” her brows furrow in concern at his words, earning a sad chuckle from him.

“Not much light or good where I was, especially after…” his eyes get this far-off look to them, but he seems to shake himself. He gives her a kiss on the forehead. An action she genuinely is confused by. Unbeknownst to her, it was more Ben pushing Klaus not to scare her that made him do it. She stays with Klaus but uses the Wisp to check on Diego. When she notices he is leaving she goes after him. Klaus follows her.

“You look like shit,” Diego tells him. She rolls her eyes.

“Why, thank you,” Klaus replies.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“Yeah, where you going?” Klaus repeats.

“Nope,” Diego says.

“What?” Klaus asks.

“Diego,” she starts.

“You need sleep,” he points at her and then at Klaus. “And I’m not giving you a ride.”

“Oh, come on, man,” Klaus says.

“I’m fine, and I barely even used my powers to find him. I’m going with you,” she says.

“He can drive himself,” Diego argues.

“He can’t drive,” she answers. “Please, Diego.”

Diego looks between the two, and of course, Diego caves. Klaus wonders when exactly that became a thing as he goes to get his things. Sure, the two weren’t trying to kill each other before, but he wasn’t gone that long for them. Diego knows it's not even worth arguing now. Not with the sad and desperate look on his sister’s face. She made him worry more about Klaus than he usually did. So he agrees.

Both Y/N and Diego were weirded out by how quiet their brother was. She keeps sending them both worried looks.

"You okay?" Diego asks their unusually silent brother. He doesn't get an answer.

"Klaus?" She asks. He just shakes his head.

"Wow, this is a first. Our brother Klaus is silent."

"Diego," she chides him.

"Last time you were this quiet, we were 12."

She punches Diego in the arm, but it didn't deter him.

"Ran down the stairs wearing Grace's heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut for?"

"Eight weeks," Klaus answers.

"Eight glorious weeks of bliss," Diego says.

"That's enough, Diego." She glares at him.

"Hey, just…just drop me off here."

"Klaus…" she starts.

"You sure you’re okay, man?" Diego asks him. Klaus just gets out of the car.

"Was that necessary,” she says, her annoyance obvious in her tone. “Bringing that up? He is clearly in a bad state, and you just-"

"Are you going to keep lecturing, or are we going to go after him?"

"You're an asshole," she says and gets out of the car and goes into the VFW after Klaus.

“Just go away, please,” Klaus tells them.

“You know I’m not going to do that,” she says.

“Not until you talk to us,” Diego states.

“Is that a threat? You threatening me?”

“Hey, guys. This bar? It's for vets only.”

“I am a vet,” Klaus says.

“Really?” the guy chuckles. “Where'd you serve?”

“None of your business,” Klaus replies.

“You got balls comin' in here, pretendin' you're one of us.” The guy says.

“Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you.”

“Asshole.”

Diego steps in to try and prevent a fight. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”

“Klaus, I need you to talk to me,” his sister says. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I did serve, Sunshine,” Klaus shows her the dog tags, and despite her confusion, she nods.

“Okay, that’s-” She starts to say they’d talk about that in the car, but she sees Diego trying to keep things from completely going to shit.

Klaus goes to drink more.

“Klaus,” she grabs his arm.

“Slow down, Marine.” Diego tries to help defuse the situation with one of the bar’s patrons. “Alright, my brother's just had a few too many. Let's just call it a day; all go our own way.”

“Sure thing,” the guy says.

“Thank you,” Diego says. “Klaus-”

“As long as you apologize,” the guy says.

Klaus giggles. Y/N physically winces.

“Fine.”

“I'm sorry,” Diego says. “He's sorry. We're all sorry.” She nods. “So, are we good?”

“I wanna hear him say it,” the guy says, gesturing to Klaus.

“Hey, man, I'm just trying to -” Diego starts, but Klaus cuts him off.

“No, no,” Klaus says. He pulls his sister’s hand off of his arm and walks towards the man. “He's right, Diego.”

“Oh, no,” she murmurs to herself. She knows that tone. She could feel everything was about to go sideways.

“He's right,” Klaus repeats. “He's right.” Y/N looks at Diego, her eyes wide as Klaus adds, “I'd like to apologize that you are depriving some village of their idiot!”

Diego shouts as a fight breaks out.

“Don’t even think about it!” Diego shouts at her, but she ignores him and joins the scuffle. A guy goes to grab her, and without hesitation, Diego throws a knife. “Touch her, and I’ll end you.” She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue.

It ends with all of them being thrown out. Klaus laughs when they finally get back in the car and head to where Diego had wanted to go in the first place. To stake out the Donut shop.

“You got a big mouth. You know that?” Diego tells Klaus.

“Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.”

“Everything's a big joke to you, right?” Diego says. “Will you-stop it-” Diego takes the rest of Klaus’ stash from him. “Why are you putting this shit in your body?"

Klaus blows a raspberry at him. “Hey, Sunshine, what do you think?” he shows her his newest tattoo, a military one.

“Klaus…” she starts.

“Check this out.” Diego pulls up his shirt and pats his own abs. “My body is a temple.” Y/N can’t help but snort out a laugh. Diego glares at her but continues.

“All that shit you do,” Diego says, “it's just weakness.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus replies, “Well, weakness feels so good.”

“What's goin' on with you? Huh?” Diego asks, starting to really lose his patience.

“Diego,” She cautions. The glimmer that always surrounds her seems to hum along with its usual melancholic hue. Both her brothers know it means she’s worried if either one was paying attention. “Please don’t-”

“Don't hit me, asshole!”

“Guys!” she shouts, but they ignore her.

“Don't tell me everything is all right because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!”

“DIEGO!” she wants to slap him. A spark of red light flashes, but it settles almost as fast. It turns deep blue, as Klaus explains.

“Because I lost someone!” Klaus sighs. “I lost someone. The only…” he sighs again. “The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself. Cheers.” He puts a pill in his mouth.

“Well, you're luckier than most,” Diego tells him. “When you lose someone, at least you can see them whenever you want.”

“I know it hurts, Klaus,” she says. “But you can talk to us. You can talk to me. You know I’m always going to have your back.”

“You really were going to fight that guy, not even with your powers,” Klaus says. “Just going to jump right in.”

“If someone hadn’t stopped me,” she says, glaring at Diego.

“He was twice your size, you weren’t using your powers, and you're still injured,” Diego states.

“You’d still be mad if I had used them,” she argues. “And I’m fine, Diego.”

Earning a chuckle from Klaus. “She’s right. You’d be pissed either way.”

“Because you started a bar fight in a room of guys that fought for a living.”

"Fine, I'll ask," Klaus mumbles. His sister and brother share a confused glance before Klaus looks over at her. "You're injured?"

"Yeah, she got shot by those psychos that took you."

"They shot you?" Something in Klaus's tone and the way he starts moving closer and reaching out for her has Diego on edge. And she looks between the two, alarm clear in her eyes and the glow around her. Klaus grips her arm a bit too tight in the process. "Where? Is it-"

"Whoa, Klaus, buddy," Diego goes to stop him, but their sister shakes her head. She manages to pry his hand off her and cups them between her own.

"Diego has been exaggerating the whole thing since it happened." She ignores the grunt of protest from said man. "I needed a few stitches, but it's nothing major." She pulled her jacket off and her shirt sleeve up. Ignoring a glare from Diego as she undid the bandage to show Klaus she really was fine. It looked as bad as it had before, but it was taken care of and on the way to healing. Or it would be if she left it wrapped. Something in her broke at the way Klaus seemed to study her carefully before finally relaxing.

"You really went through some shit, didn't you?” Diego asks his brother before rolling his eyes and swatting Y/N's hand away from where she was trying to keep her sleeve up and replace the bandage single-handedly.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Klaus states. "Try not to get shot again. Okay, Sunshine? I don't need any more ghosts."

"Going to take a lot more than some loony toons in masks to end us, Klaus," she assures him.

"Good."

"And next time I see them, I'm putting Wisp's fist through an eye socket and will boil their brains inside their own skulls," she states. "What?" She asks when Diego stares at her with abject horror on his face.

"That's dark," Klaus chuckles, "Especially for you, Sunshine."

"Well, they tried to take not one but two brothers from me, shot up the academy, scared V, and dropped a chandelier on Luther."

"And shot you," Diego adds.

"That too. So I will not hesitate next time."

"You are scary now,” Klaus smirks. “And I kinda love that for you."

"Seriously?" Diego glares at Klaus.

"What? You always thought she needed to be a better brawler. Well, here she is."

"Yeah, well,” Diego shook his head. “You didn't have to see it."

"I would pay to," Klaus admits.

"Klaus!" Diego glares at him

"What?” Klaus looks at him like her boiling someone's brain is the most logical action possible in their situation. “She'd kill for me. Am I not supposed to find that sweet?"

"Sometimes I forget how insane this family is, even for like half a second."

“That's our man,” Diego says as they see Hazel getting into his car.

“Hey, I know that guy,” Klaus states.

“What?” Y/N stares at him.

“How could you possibly know that?” Diego asks.

“He and a really angry lady tortured me,” Klaus informs them. “I barely got out with my life.”

Diego starts the car and follows him.

“We gotta get this guy.”

“Stay in the car,” Diego tells them once they get to the motel.

“What are you talking about,” Klaus argues. “This guy tortured me!”

“I have a plan,” Diego says and gets out of the car.

“Well, that plan better include me,” she tells him as she gets out.

“It does not, so you stay here.”

“It’s cute you think that will even remotely work,” Klaus says from the car. “Especially on Sunshine.”

He doesn’t even bother with a response, just walks toward the motel stairs.

“How long should we let him think he’s getting his way?”

“15 more seconds? Yeah?” She says.

“Works for me,” Klaus nods and gets out of the car.

“So what exactly is the plan here, big guy?” Klaus says as he walks up behind Diego, just as Diego moves to rush the noisy motel room.

“I told you to wait in the car,” Diego complains, not even bothering to look back. He shakes his head when he hears his sister laugh.

“Yeah,” Klaus states. “But you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes.”

“We were eight,” Diego counters.

“You believed him, even when I told you he was being a jerk,” Y/N shakes her head. Diego glares at them.

“What?” Klaus says. “Come on.”

“For once, I need you to listen to me, okay?”

“Yeah, right,” she shakes her head.

Diego continues. “Now, go back to the car. If I don't come out in two minutes, that means I'm probably dead.”

“Not happening,” she states.

“That happens. Go get help,” Diego says.

She stands in front of him. “Hi, I’m help and I’m already here.”

“Then stay here,” he says.

“Just let me-” he is already heading into the motel room before she can offer to do it her way.

A car speeds past and gunshots ring out. Diego shouts. Klaus pulls Diego back almost on instinct, but a bullet pierces Diego's arm.

“Oh man,” Klaus says as Diego attempts to catch his breath. “See? You used to think I was an idiot.”

“I still think you’re an idiot,” Diego replies.

“You’re both idiots.” She uses the Wisp to make sure the coast is clear, including the motel room, and ushers them both to the car. But the car is useless.

“Was this all part of your master plan?” Klaus snarks.

“Shut up,” Diego glares.

She curses their luck in multiple languages before turning back to Diego to get a better look at his arm. Part of her wants to find them and follow them with the Wisp. She wants to make good on the threat of boiling their brains. But she needs to prioritize. She can find them later. Now, she needs to take care of her brother’s bleeding arm.

"Oh yay, now we have matching gunshot wounds," she grumbles. She takes one of his knives, and despite his protest, she cuts his sleeve. He won't admit it out loud, but that distracted him for a moment longer than it should have, especially as he watches her flex her fingers. Her eyes glow as she heats her hand, and he shakes his head and focuses.

“Get it over with,” he grits out.

“Don’t rush me,” she says. “Gonna have my pretty li’l handprint forever on your arm soon enough. Just give me a second.” She looks up from his wound to meet his eyes. “You might want to bite down on something.” When he doesn’t, she rolls her glowing eyes. “Fine, but don’t blame me if you crack a tooth.” She clamps her hand down on the wound, her fingers curling around to make sure it covers. Her unheated hand moves to his neck to keep him from moving too much. She can feel his muscles go tight and the way his body fights her. Klaus helps hold him still. She shakes the heat out of her hand when its done.

“Breathe,” she tells him. Her now cooled hand moved to the side of his face, brushing away tears she knows are there because of how much it hurt when she does that. “Stay with me. Okay? We need you.” He nods, dropping his forehead to hers.

Y/N cannot believe she let them talk her into this. She braces herself as Klaus drives the ice cream truck faster than it is most likely supposed to go. She tries not to think about the fact she is literally sitting in an injured Diego’s lap. His uninjured arm grips her tight. She just keeps mentally repeating that she loves her brothers and this is for the best. She superheats her grip and digs her fingers into the panel in front of them as she braces as they hit Hazel and Cha-Cha’s car. She is on her feet and pulling Diego after her as soon as the vehicle stops.

“Five!” Luther calls out for Five.

“You still with me?” She asks Diego as they stumble out of the truck.

“My shoes hurt,” he answers. She looks up and meets Klaus’ gaze. Luther rushes over to them to try and get them out of harm's way.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Luther asks.

She scans the area with the Wisp as they hurry to the car. “Five isn’t here. We need to go, now!” she shouts to them.

“Luther, go!” Klaus shouts. “Go!” They make as quick a getaway as the old car can handle.

In the car, she looks at Diego. “You still with me?”

“Claro que sí,” he says.

“Siga siendo así.” She grins.

Translations:

"Su culpa o no. Mantente enfocado" His fault (or guilt) or not. Stay focused.

“Claro que sí." Yes, of course.

“Siga siendo así.” Keep it that way.

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itstheghostofmypast · 6 months

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Five: If there is one thing I'm thankful for it's-

Diego: Your family?

Klaus: Bloodshed?

Luther: Alcohol?

Victor: Coffee?

Five:...

Y/N: Guys...can we please exchange our vows without interruptions?

Ben *hands Five a gun* arent you glad I'm your best man?

#five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five x reader #five x y/n #tua x reader #five hargreaves x reader #vanya #allison hargreeves #tua imagine #tua incorrect quotes #sloane hargreeves #luther hargreeves

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igotanidea · 2 years

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The umbrella academy incorrect quotes

y/n : Honestly, Diego was always my favorite of the family.

Five: Is that so?

y/n: Yes. Quite easy to impress. It’s much harder to win you over.

Five: y/n, binge-watching all episodes of House M.D. in four days does not impress me.

Diego (running into the room) : y/n! You are an expert on medical field, I'm bleeding, what do I do?!

y/n (raising her eyebrows looking at five): See?

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liagazed · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 , 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 ; 𝒇. 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔

summary: five and (y/n) decided to "chat" in the bathroom after coming back from the 1960s timeline.

tags: five x gn!reader. makeout session. kind of fluffy. 15+. implication of smut, but no actual sexual intercourse. takes place in the beginning of season three.

a/n: i wrote this at 5am while sleep deprived, i'm sorry if it's weird

word count: 1.4k

April 3rd. It was the day after coming back to your designated timeline. Well, not exactly.

Either way, you and Five's dysfunctional family needed a break after trying to save the world from coming to an end twice in the span of a month. But mainly you and Five, after enduring years of torture from the spending time– forty five years– in the apocalypse and the commision. So for the 58 year old teenagers, a break was very well deserved.

Everyone else was sleeping, so Five decided to take you to the bathroom to "chat".

He'd closed the door, locking it, and kissed you softly, and you obviously kissed back. The kiss was sweet and passionate, becoming slower and more heated as Five pressed you against the counter gently. His hands roamed your back and sides, eventually landing on your waist. You'd situated your hands on his shoulders, already moving a hand to fiddle with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Five slowly lowered his hands, positioning them on the back of your thighs as he brought your body closer to his, away from the counter.

"Jump." He mumbled against your lips, and you obliged. You wrapped either of your legs around his waist, Five gripping your thighs a little harsher to hold you tighter and sit you down on the empty space on the counter he had cleared prior to your visit from your own room.

Five pulled away from your lips the slightest bit, admiring you as he did. "Missed you." He flashed you a breathless smirk.

"We were separated by rooms for a couple of hours, Five." You responded, a hand making its way up to Five's hair, messing with already disheveled hair at the top.

"That's way too long." Five replied, pressing his lips against yours harsher than before, causing you to be taken aback a little bit, kissing back afterwards.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, you know that?" Five mumbled against your lips as he tilted his head to the side a little, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding under your shirt to rest on your bare waist.

You let out a muffled moan into Five's mouth, slowly pulling away to retrieve a hand from his neck and bring it to your mouth, covering it in embarrassment.

"Did you just–" Five asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little. "I might've" you replied, sounding muffled. Five just chuckled in response. "You're cute." Five removed your hand and replaced it with his lips, kissing your cheeks and forehead as well.

"Thanks," you mumbled with a shy smile, a roseate shade dusting your cheeks as you watched Five smile at you, a soft and endearing smile that could melt the hearts of anyone within a hundred feet from here.

Five was quick to bring his lips back to yours shortly after, but more gentle. This time, he let you lead him on, whether to carry on with your session, or to just go to sleep. You obviously wanted more, so kissed back harshly, a devilish grin now being plastered on Five's face, which you could feel against your lips.

Five got carried away, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, causing you to grip onto his hair tighter. He pulled away for a second, catching his breath as he did.

Five didn't hesitate to pull you back in for a kiss as soon as he could. You kissed back with the same amount of pressure he did, causing him to grip your waist tighter and pull himself closer to you. He placed a hand flat on your back under your shirt, rubbing small circles onto your back gently.

"My pretty baby." He murmured against your lips, your stomach tossing and turning as if it were a gymnast.

Five moved his free hand to rest on your thigh, gripping it slightly as he hovered over you a little.

Five pulled away slightly and admired you. He watched your every move as you pant in an attempt to catch your breath.

Five's lips find their way to your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses from there to behind your ear, which he knew was one of your weak spots. "Oh, God, Five." You let out a quiet moan as he smirked against your skin, trailing kisses down your neck, marking the territory as his.

"Y-you're gonna leave marks," you whimpered under him, your hand massaging his scalp as you did, causing him to groan slightly.

"Good. You'd look so pretty with my marks on your neck, sweetheart." Five mumbled into your skin, leaving a deep, crimson bruise on your neck that he soothed with his tongue. He admired his work with a grin, continuing to leave a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.

You fumbled with the hem of his button-up pyjama shirt as he kissed his way back up your neck, eyes meeting with yours once he was done.

He placed a hand on your cheek, the other on your waist as he flashed a soft grin again. That damned grin. "I'm glad that since we're officially retired, we can do this now." He said as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, me too." You replied, glancing at his lips when you did. Five smirked at that and began to kiss you once more.

Jeez, do you ever get tired?

You kissed Five hard, grabbing his collar to pull him closer. He grabbed your hips and pulled them closer to his own, shifting a little in front of you.

You fumbled with the first button on his shirt, undoing it, along with the second one. Five messed with the waistband of your pants, slightly moving it down. You grinned into Five's mouth, thinking you were about to have the time of your life, until–-

"HEY!" you and Five both got startled with the machine gun knocking at the door. "FIVE, GET OUT, I HAVE TO TAKE A SHIT!" someone yelled. It was Diego. "AND I AIN'T USING NATURE'S BATHROOM!"

"WE'RE BUSY, COME BACK LATER," Five responded as he continued to kiss you slowly, a low, delighted hum being released against your lips.

"We're– IS (Y/N) IN THERE?" Diego asked loudly once again, but this time, you heard groans coming from Klaus and Luther, so you chuckled to yourself as you pulled away from Five's lips. "Yeah, I am." You smiled as you turned your head to face the door, causing Five to pout at you.

"STOP SCREWING, AND GET OUT SO I CAN PISS!" Diego yelled, knocking at the door maniacally again.

"We AREN'T SCREWING!" Five replied. "We were about to," Five smirked at you, "But you interrupted us!"

"Ew, gross, just get out." Diego retorted in disgust, rattling the door knob.

"Why must you be so loud? It's two am!" you heard Luther let out a muffled groan.

"Let them fuck in the bathroom, use the outside one, it's not all that bad" Klaus replied. "Let them be horndogs!"

"No! They can be horndogs later, I have to shit!" Diego rattled the door knob harder then before.

"Okay, okay, fine, we're going." You aforementioned rapidly, looking Five in the eyes, then his lips, and back to his eyes.

Five's annoyed expression softened once he looked at you. "We can continue this later, my love," he spoke softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Five helped you off of the counter, readjusting your clothes after and fixing your hair, along with Five's. You both stood in front of the mirror as you fixed yourselves, Five buttoning his shirt again as you straightened out your clothes, Five sending you a wink as you got composed, causing you to smile and blush.

You unlocked the door and opened it, eyes being met with an unhappy Wish™ version of batman, Diego fuckin' Hargreeves, who had interrupted your time with Five Hargreeves.

"Good morning, pendejo." You said, standing in the doorway as Five stood behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Yeah, yeah, get out– is that a hickey?" He asked as he pointed to the mark on your neck Five had made. You were quick to cover the mark, Five smirking as you did.

"Nope, go take your shit." you walked off as you pushed Diego into the bathroom. "It is a hickey." Five whispered with a devilish grin as Diego walked in, shaking his head as he shut the door and locked it.

You and Five walked away from the door frame and stood elsewhere in the room, Five wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his head on your shoulder. "Let's go to sleep, shall we?" He murmured softly against your skin, placing a gentle kiss on your hickey. "We can continue that later, sweetheart." Five whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently, sending shivers down your spine.

"O-okay." You chuckled nervously. ❦︎

a/n pt. 2:

Have a good day idiots, ily <3

- vee ☕

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frost-queen · 10 months

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Under the Sparrow's umbrella (Umbrella!Reader x Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves)

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Loud footsteps made you all slowly turn. Still half confused about the sudden change in interior. Your eyes widened at the sight of him at the upper level. – “Ben!” – you exclaimed happily. The Ben at the top grabbed the railing, jumping over it as he landed firm on his feet. He slowly rose while you were gaping in awe at him. – “Ben!” – Klaus said loudly, opening his arms to go and hug him. Ben pulled his nose up, slapping his arms away. – “You are trespassing hobo.” – he commented in detest.

Klaus pressed his hand to his heart, shocked. – “You hurt my feelings Ben.” - Klaus said making Ben scoff. – “A matter of fact… you all are.” – Ben continued, tugging his hand in his pocket. – “What’s with the uniform?” – Five questioned. It was only now that you all noticed it. The change of color and emblem on his uniform. – “You wouldn’t get it schoolboy.” – Ben responded. Five clenched his jaw, ready to jump at him if Luther hadn’t held him back.

Your eyes widened seeing more people appear on the upper level. – “Need any help brother?” – a girl spoke. Ben held his hand up. – “I can handle these…” – his gaze went obviously up and down cocky over your posture. – “Children.” – he addressed glancing at Five. Five gritted his teeth as you held him back by his shoulder.

“We aren’t trespassing this is our home!” – Luther called out. – “We are the Umbrella academy.” – he said looking at his siblings to back him up. – “You are dead.” – he added pointing at Ben. Ben scoffed loud. – “Clearly I’m not!” – he said. – “And this is the Sparrow academy.” – he explained as his siblings came downstairs. – “Sparrow?” – Diego whispered out, looking at Victor. Victor shrugged his shoulders. You stepped forwards making Ben glance intrigued at what you might say.

“Maybe this is all kind of messed up. I mean we did just time-jump back here.” – you concluded. – “But that man…” – you pointed at the portrait of Reginald. – “Is our father.” – you finished. Ben chuckled, eying you up and down. – “Oh right! Time-jump well maybe father saw how useless you all are and decided he needed to adopt other children. Children who wouldn’t be so worthless.” – he pushed you back by your forehead.

You stumbled back as Diego caught you before you could trip. – “Sparrow Ben is a dick!” – you told him seeing him nod. Clearly this Ben wasn’t like the Ben you knew. The Ben you grew up with. Ben glanced over his shoulder to his siblings by his side. – “Let’s show them out.” – he smirked, expression hardening on you. – “That one’s mine.” – he grunted out. You swallowed nervously slowly backing up.

Ben moved his body as his tentacle arms shot out. You screamed loud when they lurched towards you. You quickly dove under the coffee table as a tentacle missed you. Eyes widened when the table got lifted up. Ben tilting his head murderously enjoyable at you. – “Gotcha!” – he laughed out. You shrieked moving your hands up to block his next attack. Ben smiled greedily when he forced his tentacles down to you. You gasped hard when your brother Five popped up near you, knelt down.

In a split second he had his arms around you, teleporting with you. Ben’s tentacles went down, grabbing thin air as it made him glare. You re-appeared in the hallway, gasping loud. – “Definitely not our Ben.” – you breathed out. Five held his finger up telling you to wait while he teleported again. – “Umbrella girl.” – you heard Ben call out tauntingly. – “Come out and play.” – he went on making you tense your jaw. So not your Ben.

You left your hiding place, spotting Diego throwing knives coming into the hallway backwards. He nearly bumped into you, ready to throw knives at you. – “Watch me sis, I got knives!” – he scolded you. Diego and you backed up when Ben came in the hallway. – “There you are!” – he said as you were standing behind your brother, hand on his shoulder.

Your eyes falling on the knife he was holding. – “I’ll take that.” – you told Diego, plucking the knife from him. – “Wha…?” – before he could be more visibly confused, you threw the knife at Ben. It scraped his arm, sliding his vest a bit open. The knife clattered to the ground as you smiled embarrassed at him. Ben grunted looking at his torn vest. Diego gave you a brotherly slap against the back of your head. – “Don’t touch my knives.” – he called out. – “Diego not the right time.” – you told him between a held up smile. – “No Y/n I already told you; you don’t touch my knives.” – he continued holding his finger up.

Meanwhile Ben cracked his knuckles readying himself to attack you with his tentacles again. – “Diego Run!” – you shouted, pulling him with you by his vest. His eyes widened seeing the tentacles speeding his way. Diego quickened his pace, taking the front as he was dragging you along now. You made it outside just in time. Out of breath you encountered Klaus sitting on the porch. – “Oh there you are I was starting to wonder if any of you were going to show up.” – he casually said making Diego nudge his legs to get up.

Not a moment later busted Allison, Luther, and Victor out. Five teleported a second later, adjusting his vest. – “Now this is a major issue.” – he said stroking his hand over the back of his head. – “You think!” – Allison blurted out. She scoffed loud taking a walk. Luther going after her which led to Victor following to Diego and Klaus following. You motioned to Five with your head to come along. He nodded giving you a weary smile.

Ben clicked his tongue hatefully at you. You rolled your eyes at him. – “Is Luther here? I know you have him so don’t even try to lie to me.” – you called out, letting yourself in the Sparrow Academy without approval of him. Ben scoffed, grabbing you by your wrist to a stop. – “Listen princess, what if we have him?” – Ben said as you pulled your hand out of his grip. – “Maybe he finally has seen how much more potential this family has considered against yours.” – he mocked, knowing it would taunt you.

You tensed your jaw, glaring at him. You turned away from him, shouting loud in the hallway. – “Luther! Luther come down!” – your voice booming loud in the hallway. Ben grabbed your hand to stop you as he immediately flinched his hand back after coming in contact with yours. He rubbed his hand. – “So you do have abilities. For a while I thought you were their mascot.” – he replied with a sneer. You smiled sarcastically at him, showing him your hand as electricity moved around your fingers.

You had given him a small electric shock the moment he grabbed your hand. – “Luther! Come out we are going home!” – you yelled loud. Ben grabbed for your shoulder as you flung your arm back to release his touch on you. – “Listen squid, you touch me one more time and I’ll fry you!” – you threatened. Ben chuckled. – “I’d like to see you try.”

He didn’t have to say that twice. You let electricity surround your hands, extending your hands out to him as the electricity hit him flat in the chest. Ben got flung against the wall, dropping coughingly down. He pressed his hand against his chest watching you walk off. – “Luther! Luther where the hell are you?” – you shouted for his attention. As you were about to step on the stairs, your path was blocked by Christopher. He changed color while bleeping something.

“You want to have a go cube?” – you taunted having enough of being held back. Christopher turned a bright red as you acted faster than him. You electrocuted him. His entire cube shivering till he dropped to the ground. – “Luther!” – you screamed out stepping over the cube. You came upstairs, hearing Luther’s voice come from out of a room. You went in, trying not to be amazed by the gym set up in the house. – “Y/n?” – Luther said confused jumping up.

Sloane sitting beside him as she stopped smiling. You pointed at him. – “We are going home!” – you made clear. Luther looked briefly down at Sloane, hesitating. – “Luther I said we are going home!” – you repeated not wanting to stay one minute longer with the Sparrows. Out of breath appeared Ben behind you. – “Luther you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” – he said rather warmly and caring.

It made you frown, staring stunned at his sudden friendliness. – “Shut up!” – you told him, having enough of his ego. – “Luther. Let’s go home.” – you said in a friendlier tone. Luther was still hesitant as you could practically hear Ben snicker in your ear. – “Luther I am your family. I’m your sister… please come home…I need you.” – you begged as Ben snorted loud at your confession.

You let your hand be surrounded by electricity as you touched Ben’s side. He jumped aside at the sudden sting in his side. Luther sighed deep, apologizing to Sloane. He walked over to you as you hugged him. Or rather he hugged you, lifting you up and squashing you in his tight embrace. – “Let’s go home sis.” – he said patting you on the head. You stuck your tongue out to Ben to rub it just that little bit more in his face.

Ben gave you a smile full of mockery back. God how much you hated him. How you also hated that he was exactly like the Ben you knew only raised more messed up. Ben stepped aside allowing you to leave with Luther. – “Are we just going to let them leave?” – Jayme questioned loudly. – “Let’s just kill them now!” – She insisted on. Ben held his hand up to silence her. Looking back to you for as long as he could.

Jayme was running after you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw her approaching. Her expression hard and tense. Puffing loudly, you tried to keep in front of her, outrunning her. – “Hey Umbrella!” – she called out tauntingly speeding up. You felt her grip to you closer, her hand moving over your back to put you to a stop. You came to a halt as she had grabbed a hold of your hair. – “I wasn’t done talking.” – she said teasingly pulling you back by your hair.

You inhaled sharp through your nose, at the brink of giving her a piece of your own mind. You stepped back as she kept moving backwards. Feeling a sudden tug on your hair, made you turn your head to look. Ben’s hand firm around her wrist as he had pulled it off you. – “What are you doing?” – he said coldly, pushing her wrist to her it made her stumble backwards. Jayme puffed some hair out of her face. – “Getting revenge on the umbrella.” – she called out, glaring at you.

Ben glared right back at her. You observed their interaction with curiosity. Ben glanced your way, softening his expression. With a touch of his hand on your lower back, you felt your heart flutter for him. – “Ben let me just…” – Jayme started launching her hand at you. Ben caught her by the wrist again. Her hand clawed out inches away from your face. It made you widen your eyes brief, taking a subtle step back to have her hand out of your face. He swayed his finger to the side, shaking his head.

Jayme gritted her teeth, slapping her hand out of his grip, accidently hitting him in the face. Ben touched his cheek from the impact. Your eyes widened and hardened with anger. – “You hit him!” – you called out. – “How dare you hit him!” – you added while Ben waved his hand at you that it was alright. You called out a war cry, jumping at Jayme. You wrapped your legs around her while slapping her on top of her head. Jayme was receiving the impact trying to get you off. – “Get her off!” – Jayme screamed irritated.

Ben simply crossed his arms, smiling teasingly at you. You jumped off her, puffing loud. Jayme glared, readying her teeth to spit at you. Before she could spit at you, you electrocuted her. Her body spasmed till she dropped unconscious to he ground. – “I knew you could handle yourself.” – Ben said teasingly. You smiled sweetly at him. – “I just electrocuted your sister to the ground.” – you told him getting closer.

“Aren’t you getting revenge?” – you whispered standing as close as possible to him. Ben smirked. – “Would you like me to?” – he spoke back. You shrugged your shoulders. – “Try me Sparrow.” – you teased with a flirty smile. Ben’s gaze lowered to your lips as he briefly licked his. You moved your hand forwards as he grabbed it, quickly spinning you around till you were held against his chest.

He took in a deep breath, moving his head down to your shoulder. – “I could just use my abilities on you.” – he pondered with a chuckle. You cleared your throat drawing his attention to the hand he was still holding upwards of yours. A few sparkles of electricity moving around your fingers. He moved his hand over yours, clearly not bothered by the faint electricity running around it. He stretched your arm out, squinting his eye.

He then removed his hand from on top of yours, whispering shoot in your ear. You released a shot of electricity as it flung across the room, hitting a lightbulb hanging on the wall of the hotel. The lightbulb exploded making Ben smile. You turned your head to the side, glancing up to him. Turning your posture more, you were facing him again. Your heart pounding loudly. It has always beaten for Ben. Whether it be Umbrella Ben or Sparrow Ben.

Ben slowly parted his lips. – “I know you loved this other Ben.” – he whispered to you, moving his palm against your cheek. Hardening his grip as he moved his hand further back to your neck, grabbing you there. – “I think I’m gonna steal you from him.” – his last words ended as he forced his lips onto yours. You completely melted under his kiss, Sparrow Ben all you could think about. How much you hoped Umbrella Ben would forgive you for. Even though he was already long gone.

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itsbuckytm · 2 years

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A sleeping partner | Five Hargreeves

Summary : Small Prompt : In which the reader is sleep deprived and often sleeps when can even during the day.

Enjoy 🤍✨

• Sleep. A word none of the Hargreeves have been heard for probably a decade from now and so did you. After meeting the Sparrows, saving the world and with a god awful need of an appetite, technically finding a shelter to relax was the priority before going to paranoia. Thanks to Klaus’s help in guidance when he admitted knowing a place where it required a matress, a shower but most importantly a buffet and a bar. The hotel Obsidian it was.

• When checked in and with a god awful way of seducing the hotel’s clerk into thinking a nice watch could possible rant the family two rooms, with full beds. The family somehow find it rather peaceful to be able. Even if it meant to be stuck in an not so elegant place. After all, if it meant to decompress just for one night it wouldn’t kill anybody right?

• Five on the other hand for once, loved the idea of staying. In fact, his retirement felt quite nice for once. A nice shower, a bed and you what else could he ask for more. Not that he would’ve love to share a single room with one matress and without his brothers intertwining in his way, but seeing you so vulnerable while you slept next to him made him forget everything. So easily that he himself found himself at peace by embracing you closer into his warmth.

• During missions, Five glimpse at your direction at times to times to make sure you were okay. Often thinking that if he did leave you for at least two minutes, were to found you sleeping in whatever god’s forsaken place with no question asked. Either way, he knew that dealing with someone who required sleeping a lot was not only oddly and yet with the family he had, nothing surprised him at this point.

• Sometimes, when needed when for once required a break could found Five sitting in the lobby’s couches reading or working on whatever had come to his mind that day. A coffee in hand now cold by the slow drinker you are sat down to join him and silently admired him working. Weirdly enough he did enjoyed seeing you admiring him or even curiously glancing at time to time at the amount of work he did. Not that this was a sign for you to nudge him into spending more time with you, but also seeing your eyes sparkles every time you learned a new word got him to think he had never fell in love this hard. Not even with a damn mannequin.

• A busy Five also meant having to be patient. Which in contrary you weren’t. Mind you were also sleep deprived by the events and so, staying awake for even just a little while turned out to be nightmarish when out of boredom end up sleeping next to him. Heck sometimes, laid your head on his shoulders and leaned to have a petter position not trying to irritating him too much by his concentration.

• Five noticed right away. Often when he could not so long before seeing your eyes closing, smiled to himself into thinking how adorable you were. He would often also leaned to press a few kisses making sure you were comfortable before any of his siblings could catch him being lovey dovey. And if to happened, he made it damn sure that his siblings or anyone were to eat their own shits. As for you, at the end of the day when the work finally done, were to found sleeping calmly in each other’s arms finally able to relax without a mess in the world.

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the-doctor-3000 · 2 years

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HC: Five developing feelings for the Handler's biological daughter who is almost like Black Widow.

Ok, you guys first met in the Commission.

Obviously.

You were at least in your 30s.

Your mother put you in charge of Five and keep an eye on him.

Since you are the best spy and assassin.

Let me say that you two didn't get along very well.

At first.

You didn't like him because of his disinterest in working with you.

Five didn't like you because he thought you were just like your mother.

(Little did he know that you actually hated her)

He started falling for you when you skillfully "handled" someone, who would be a threat to the timeline, with your device called Widow's Bite.

You made this whole thing looking like art to him.

And when you told him that you made that weapon. He is more than impressed.

After some time passed, his feelings grew stronger and you felt like you could trust him.

So you told him that you planned on bringing your mother down.

He highly approved.

He then revealed that he was going to probe the cause of the apocalypse.

You agreed to help him travel back in time.

When you two succeeded, there was a small problem.

You both were transferred back to your teenage bodies.

And. . .

You meet his family.

Yay!

"Five's got a girlfriend!" the one you assumed to be Klaus exclaimed in a cheery tone

"He/She is not my boyfriend/girlfriend!!" both you and Five said, the latter flushed slightly

You were shocked!

Five, blushing? Yup, this was the end of the world.

His brothers - mostly Klaus and Diego a bit - start teasing him for his crush.

They would say stuff like "Here's mister Five and his missus.", "Does anyone hear the wedding bells?" or "Make way for the future couple."

But what would get on your nerves and make you both a blushing mess would be when one of them called you an old couple.

Like, you guys would start bickering about ways to stop the apocalypse and Diego would just blurt out "You guys know that you act like an old married couple, right?"

Your brow twitched in anger and with a growl you threw a knife right past his head, cutting some of his hair in the process.

You glare at Diego with a look that could kill as if to say 'Don't mess with me.'

Five just looked at you a bit dreamily with a proud and lovely smile.

After that, you are not sure how to face Five without blushing.

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yoursecrett · 2 years

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Y/n glaring at Five across the dinner table

Luther: What is wrong with Y/n

Five: She is angry because I wouldn’t teleport her to France so she can get pasta

Luther: There is pasta in the cupboard

Y/n: The French make it better!!

#umbrella academy #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #umbrella academy x reader #Lutherxyn #five x y/n

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d1ana-m0nd · 7 months

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╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞

Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)

➢ Description : It's a well known fact that Sir. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 children to save the world from it's impending doom. Though, the number of children will change from 7 to 8 once a close friend of his, Rita Rossweisse was on her death bed and requested him to take in her child, who fortunately was born on October 1st 1989.

➢ Word Count : 4,553

➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile

Chapter 4: Man on the Moon

Ever since the other numbers chose to leave the academy, Number One and Number Zero were the only numbers behind left. Luther mostly spent his day lazing around, uncertain of what to do next as he awaited for Mr. Monocle's missions. Y/N kept herself busy by doing her assigned chores and helping Pogo and Grace around the house, and visited Vanya from time to time under Mr. Hargreeves' orders.

Today was the same routine for Number One. The only difference was that Luther thought it would be a great idea to ride a bicycle around the house, whilst drinking a container of milk. The servant noticed this through the CCTV and giggled but, you cut off your amusement short because you had orders to follow through.

You turned on the PA system and called over the larger male's attention. "Attention, Master Luther. Mission alert. I repeat, mission alert. Mr. Hargreeves' request for your presence in his study room."

The dirty blond male stopped his shenanigans and hastily placed the bicycle against the wall, as he hurried to his room to dress up into his superhero suit. Once he finished dressing up, you escorted him to his father's office.

Heading to his father's room you couldn't help but, sneak glances towards his direction. Was he comfortable with you? Is he fine with working alone in missions? Would he mind if you assisted him?

"Do you have something on your mind Y/N?" Luther quipped, most likely catching onto the smaller girl's glances.

You let out an airy chuckle, "I'm sorry, It's just… I'm worried for you."

The larger man raised a brow, "Why would you be? I've handled a lot of missions by myself, this one is nothing new to me."

"I suppose you are right," You sighed and added, "Though that doesn't mean you can handle everything yourself, sometimes you need other people to help you."

Number One nodded, "Yeah, I see your point but," he ruffled your hair, "You have nothing to worry about, I'm Dad's Number One for a reason."

You forced yourself to keep your lips into a smile; You didn't want to tell him that being number one means nothing when it comes to life threatening situations…

"Also, Master Luther, please refrain from messing with my hair." You reminded him as you tried to salvage the neatness of your hair, which made the larger male giggle.

When you've both arrived at Mr. Hargreeves' office, you were quick to stand by the patriarch's side prepping his tea as he spoke to Luther.

"There's a biochemical substance, unknown, but dangerous, especially in the wrong hands. As my Number One, I need you to deal with the threat." The older male commanded as he jotted down things on his priceless notebook.

"I'm ready. But, uh..."

"Yes?"

"You don't need to call me by my number anymore." Number One requested.

Mr. Hargreeves' and you were intrigued by Luther's words. Why would he point out something so miniscule and have no importance to the mission?

"Why not?" Mr. Monocle inquired, his sharp gaze on Luther.

The larger male stiffened under his father's gaze, it made him feel small but pointed out. "Because I'm the only one left."

"Ah." The older man didn't seem surprised by his son's statement, though he shrugged it off as he went back to writing where he left off.

"Ouch. I'm totally not here." You sarcastically thought brushing off the pain of being ignored, was Luther even aware you were still in the same room? Or did he forget you were still there?

When Luther left the room, you raised a question to the head of the Hargreeves' family, "Mr. Monocle may I raise a question?"

The older male merely nodded and gestured for you to shoot your question.

"Why am I not sent to missions with Luther? Wouldn't it be better for him to have assistance rather than doing them alone?" You mused, subtly pointing out the dangers of doing the mission by himself.

"Ah. Simple," Mr. Hargreeves' paused as he drank his tea then spoke, "You will serve as a hindrance. Number One knows how to deal with missions by himself without my orders. You, on the other hand, would need guidance on every step of the way. Which is something I don't need in missions."

You couldn't help but bite your lower lip. Your throat was clogged with colorful words that were wanting to be spewed at the patriarch's direction, though you knew your situation better now. You were merely a servant in everyone's eyes, not a person who wants to help…

Unexpectedly, the mission Luther was sent to almost got him killed. The last thing he'd witness as a human is gunfire going off, metal clanging, air hissing, loud clattering and banging as he battled with his opponents. The whole fight ended with the larger male groaning in pain, as his body was covered with bullet wounds, knife slashes and burns from the fight. Making haste, you and Grace hurriedly pushed the wheeled stretcher to the infirmary.

"Hurry! Let's get him inside. Get that gear off him." Reginald ordered you and Grace to assist him.

The injured Luther was wheezing in pain as you took out the scissors and cut away the gear that was in the way.

"Paddles. Quickly!" Mr. Hargreeves' commanded, Grace charged the paddles then placed it on Luther's chest. The paddles whirred and buzzed but Number One was unresponsive.

"Again."

You turn up the paddles and increase the voltage. Whilst Grace charged it up and placed it on Luther's chest awaiting for his pulse to become more stable but got nothing.

The monocle cursed as he saw no improvement, "Damn it! Bring me the serum. Pogo."

Pogo walked up to Mr. Hargreeves' side and gave him the serum that was mixed with your blood and Pogo's, a modified serum that could save his life. The older man hurriedly inserted the serum into Luther's veins and pushed the liquid into him. For a moment, everyone went silent since Luther wasn't wheezing in pain anymore, unsure of what to do next, but they left the room as soon as Reginald told them to.

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It was early in the morning, most likely around 5 am. Pogo woke you up to share his discovery with you. Groggily, you followed his lead, when your eyes met a deactivated Grace, your eyes widened, immediately awakened from your tired state.

“Mr. Pogo, was this part of the plan or did the masked people do this to her?” You murmured, your hands gripping onto the fabric of your sleepwear.

The advanced chimpanzee wore a sullen look glancing at Grace, “Mr. Hargreeves expected this would happen but, he didn’t plan to do this to Grace.”

“So it’s the masked people then… By any chance, did Mr. Monocle anticipate that other people would get involved?” You asked your eyes narrowed at the ground because you didn't know how to take your anger out.

“Yes, yes he did.” Pogo replied which made you sigh, this made you think one thing.

“Mr. Pogo… does Master Hargreeves not trust me?”

The formal chimpanzee looked away, guilt weighing his heart. “I’m afraid not.”

You could not help but feel like crap. As the servant of the Umbrella Academy and as Number Zero, you've done everything in your power to please Mr. Hargreeves and serve his family. However, in his eyes, what you were doing was not good enough, you were not trustworthy enough. As the servant of the Hargreeves family, were you not perfect enough… Did he see the cracks? The flaws you have tried so hard to hide? You could not help but blame yourself for being so incompetent and being unable to keep up to their expectations.

The older chimpanzee noticed that the servant seemed bothered by his admission, based on how she was staring into space whilst she fiddled with the fabric of her pajamas. He decided it would be best to redirect their discourse.

“Y/N you should use this opportunity to run away now. You plan to monitor Five right? Leaving now will give you a headstart.”

You shook your head no, ”I cannot… Master Luther’s already suspicious of me, I would not want to create any more discord between us.”

“Understandable," Pogo nodded, " Please inform the others that are left behind, regarding the state we found Grace in.”

The servant bowed to Pogo and did as you were told. You informed the ones who were left behind in the academy: you told Diego before he departed early in the morning, you looked for Vanya but couldn't find her, the same could be said to Klaus, you told Allison and planned to tell Luther but the Rumor stopped you claiming she would tell him herself.

You were planning to start doing your chores along with Grace's tasks but you suddenly recalled Klaus' absence. His absence worried you a bit, because his 'disappearance' occured after the masked people came to terrorize the house looking for Five.

“By any chance Miss Allison, have you seen Klaus? I can’t seem to find him.” you questioned the older woman, hoping her answer would ease your worries.

The woman in curls shook her head but wore a small smile, “Don’t worry about it Y/N, he’s probably out there doing his own thing. You have nothing to worry about, he’s a grown man and he can take care of himself.”

You forced yourself to smile once again; you understood that she meant well but it felt wrong to brush off Klaus' absence at a time like this. Though you told yourself that maybe you are just overthinking things, might as well redirect that energy to the chores that needed your attention.

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It was a cloudy day, Lance, the prosthetist, spent his morning walking his dog. Once he finished taking his dog out for a walk, he carried the dog and headed to his car. Unaware of the danger he'd face the moment he stepped foot into his car. He unlocked the back door and carefully placed his dog on the backseat then went to the driver's seat to start the car.

Out of nowhere, someone blinked to the passenger seat. Before he could react, a knife was pressed against his neck by the brunette boy that had been "harassing" him, rather, threatened and scared the crap out of him for days.

"Oh, Jesus!"

"One chance. That's all you've got. One chance to tell me exactly what's going on in that lab." Five placed the blade against the prosthetist's neck, harder.

"I... I manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients. I bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash on the black market." Lance rambled, sweating bullets as he feared for his life.

The boy brought up, "Including eyeballs?"

"Yeah, they're my biggest seller. I mean, they sell like hotcakes. I... I've got a list, a waiting list, probably 20 buyers."

"So, the serial number I told you..."

"Uh, could've already been bought. Yes, off... off the books."

The brunette boy glared at Lance and sighed, "I needed that list, Lance. Names and numbers, and I need it now!"

"I don't have it!" The prosthetist exclaimed but, Five pressed the blade further into his neck. "I mean, not on me. The only copy's in my safe at the lab."

The boy withdrew the blade and sat on the passenger seat comfortably, like he owned the car. "Well, you start the car, then. 'Cause we're going on a field trip."

Lance let out a sigh of relief, "Okay."

"Now." Five threw a cold glare at the doctor's direction.

Despite being half Lance's size, Five's glare was enough to urge him to start the car, "Okay."

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Once Luther woke up and was caught up to speed with the situation, he made a beeline to Five's room with Pogo and you in tow. The larger male rummaged through Five's things and room to look for something of use. At the moment, you and Pogo were trying to reason with him.

"Like I said, Master Luther, Number Five hasn't lived in this room since he was a boy." Pogo said watching over the comically larger male crouching and looking for something that could help him.

Luther nodded, "Yeah, I know, but we need to warn him. He doesn't even know we were attacked. He doesn't know they're looking for him, he doesn't know…"

Unexpectedly, a new pair of footsteps caught everyone's attention, everyone's eyes were redirected to the man in leather who just entered Five's room. It seemed like he had the same plan as Luther.

"What are you doing here?" Diego narrowed his eyes to Number One.

"Uh..." Spaceboy sighed then shifted his attention to his brother, "Do you know about Mom?"

"Y/N informed me before I left." The Kraken said and added, "It looks like you got what you wanted, one way or another, right?"

The whole room was silent with the latino's remark. The dirty blonde merely sighed in response to his brother's remark. Their relationship has always been like this after all, one upping the other over the smallest of things.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing here?" Luther questioned the other male.

"Looking for Five." The knife wielding vigilante briefly replied.

"Let me guess, you're gonna save the day." The larger male snided, as he rolled his eyes knowing his brother's antics.

Diego narrowed his eyes at Number One, "It's what I do. Asshоlе."

"Really?" Spaceboy stood up and looked his brother in the eye. "Last I checked, you mopped floors."

"And what do you do? Sit on the moon for four years, waiting for orders?"

Although that insult wasn't directed at you, it stung. Though you wouldn't voice that; what you said and felt didn't matter at the moment.

"Keep on being a loyal soldier after everything our father did to you."

"Master Luther and Master Diego, arguing will not be of any help in trying to find Master Five." You tried to meditate the situation but your words fell on deaf ears as the men kept arguing.

"What? You mean save my life?" The larger male defended his father.

"No, I mean... turn you into a monster."

Luther let out an exasperated sigh in response to his statement. He tried so hard to hide it from the others but they now know the truth. It was embarrassing to say the least, even though he knew he couldn't hide it forever. He couldn't help but wish they didn't see this side of him.

"Can't hide it anymore, champ." Diego mockingly pointed out.

"He had a difficult decision to make, and he made it." The dirty blonde defended their father again.

"Grow up, Luther. We're not 13 anymore."

"Making difficult decisions to save others, is what leaders do, by the way." Spaceboy desperately added, as he tried his best to paint their father in a good light.

The latino scoffed, "He sent you on that mission all alone. Almost got you killed."

"Yeah, well at least he was there. Where were you? You and everyone else in this family? You walked out." Luther hissed as he glared at Number Two.

"Everyone, please calm down-" You tried to pacify the situation but got interrupted instead.

"And thank Christ that I did, or I would have ended up just like you." The Kraken looked at him in disgust as a eureka moment occurred in his head. "Let me ask you a question. When you watch one of these nature shows…"

"Diego, please." The advanced chimpanzee begged knowing where he was going with his question.

"Does it turn you on?" The knife wielder wore a smug expression that angered Luther. It tempted Spaceboy to physically wipe off the expression on Diego's face.

"So what? Is he just an animal to you, too now, Diego, huh? Don't-"

"Enough! This house was attacked. We barely got out with our lives. And Grace... she wasn't so lucky. Your brother is missing, and this is how you rise to the occasion? Take your nonsense elsewhere. Now." Pogo's voice boomed which caught everyone off guard.

"Sorry, Pogo." Luther apologized.

"Yeah, sorry, Pogo." Diego muttered.

"Wow. It's almost like I wasn't here trying to calm them down as well." The girl silently remarked, hating the fact that no one in this household took her seriously. Was it because she looked like a little girl?

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By some miracle, Luther and Diego decided to team up with you to go look for Five. They added you to their search party, since you were the one who Five kept by his side ever since he came back, and you probably had an inkling of where he was heading to. Number One was hesitant to let you join but Number Two managed to 'persuade' him. The Spaceboy, the Kraken, and the Servant headed to where they last saw the van was parked.

"This is it. He's still here. This is Five's van. Go. Go." Luther urged the others to hurry.

They - Diego and you - did as you were told and hurried. You opened the back door whilst Diego and Luther fought over the passenger seat, until Diego gave up as he rolled his eyes and reluctantly opened the sliding door at the back. The three of you looked all over the van for any signs of where Five was.

Diego whistled loudly, "I know where to find Five." He took out Vanya's autobiography, the first page littered with equations and a library stamp. The library was hours away from their current location.

"I should stay behind just in case Master Five plans to come back here." You said, assuming the possibility he would come back to the van.

The dirty blonde seemed hesitant to let you stay behind without anyone keeping an eye on you but Diego butted in before his brother could say anything nonsensical - his words, not yours.

“Yeah, we need someone to check on the van just in case he comes back, just message me if he comes.” Number Two ordered which you bowed to.

They left you behind to head to the libraries that were nearby, with Luther occasionally peeking over his shoulder making sure you'd stay in the van. You sat on the passenger seat and waited for Five to show up.

As time passes, you grow bored, your attention drifting from one thing to another. Suddenly, you saw two well dressed people entering the prosthetic building. They wore similar suits to the masked people but, you couldn't verify if they were the same people since they didn't wear a mask. Out of caution, you called the police over the nearest phone booth and reported them about suspicious individuals entering the building.

Just in cue, Five arrived at the prosthetic building. As he and Lance were heading to the entrance of the building, the brunette smelled something familiar - fire. Alert coursed through the boy's veins, he hurriedly ran to the entrance of the building. The fire from within the building roared and the fire alarm rang for help, which increased the adrenaline and his pace. He was about to enter the entrance and try to salvage the only lead he had, only to be pulled back by his collar, the glass shattered and exploded which grazed Five.

The flabbergasted brunette sat on the pavement watching as his only hope to save the world was burning right in front of him. He felt helpless watching it all burn away, it was the only thing he could do, as he thought of one thing, we are all doomed.

"Master Five, are you alright?" You asked as you removed your hands from his collar and crouched to his level, a worried look etched onto your facial features.

"What are you-" Five was taken aback by your presence then narrowed his brows at you. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to see the masked people come in…" You muttered looking away, you had a gut feeling he would lash out on you again.

"Why didn't you stop them!?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to stop them, I assumed you were already inside, that's why they came in. Plus, you told me to stay out of your way last time, so I just called the police again-" You tried to explain only to be interrupted by a glare and Five scoffing at you, "You're useless!"

"You haven't changed one bit!" The brunette hissed, venom seething through his words; It made you flinch. You tried to assist him to stand up, only for your hand to be swatted away.

"You are still a puppet waiting for someone to pull your strings. You can't even think for yourself without someone's orders! Is it that hard to think for yourself just for once?!" The boy exclaimed angrily as he stood up in his own accord, without your assistance.

"You know my goal is to stop the apocalypse but, you let this happen."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to -"

"You not knowing does not cut it! You just lost me the only lead I had!"

You froze in your place, as you fidgeted with your skirt's frills. Five was right… Despite following orders, you have caused nothing but trouble to him and everyone else. You have tried your best to help everyone but, why do you keep messing up everything?

"Rossweisse, If your plan all along was to sabotage me then, expect me to get rid of you. Luther already told me you might have something to do with the old man's death and I could care less about that but, you getting in my way is something I won't stand for." Five declared as you watched him walk away, again. A heavy weight on your heart.

You left the front of the burning prosthetics building, noticing the sirens were getting louder, to avoid any more attention you sat on a nearby park's bench, Five's words deeply engraved into your head. The only thing that brought you back to reality was the sound of your phone's notification going off.

You did as you were told and met up with Diego and Luther. You carried Delores, whilst the larger male carried the drunk Five in his arms. Throughout the whole walk, you were quiet because your own thoughts were clouding your head.

"Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment." Luther pointed out.

The latino suggested, "My place is closer. No one will look for him there."

The brunette in spaceboy's arms belched, which made the dirty blonde sighed and gave Five a 'look'. "If you vomit on me..."

"You know what's funny? Aah! I'm going through puberty." The boy scoffed then continued speaking, "Huh. Twice. And I..." Five chuckled under his drunken breath, "I drank that whole bottle, didn't I? That's what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye. Poof, it's gone. What are you guys talking about?"

"Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night. They came looking for you. So I need you to focus. What do they want?" Luther questioned, eagerly awaiting answers from the boy in his arms.

"Hazel and Cha-Cha." He drunkenly answered with a poor attempt of a smile.

"Who? You know, I hate code names." Diego remarked as he played with the knife in his hand to calm his nerves.

The boy explained. "Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course."

"The best of what?" Spaceboy pestered his 'younger' brother.

"You know, Delores always said she hated when I drank. She said it made me surly…"

"Well, you certainly act the opposite of it." The girl internally pointed out, as Five was more tamed than his usual self.

"Hey!" The male in black leather impatiently shouted.

The drunk Five smiled drunkenly, unaffected by Diego's impatience, "Hm? Yeah?"

"I need you to focus. What do Hazel and Cha-Cha want? We just wanna protect you." Number Two reasoned, only for his worry to be scoffed at.

"Protect me? I don't need your protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I've killed? No. I'm the Four frickin' Horsemen. The apocalypse is coming." The brunette explained then vomited over Luther's shoulder then went back to sleep.

The 'Five search party' arrived at Diego's place, which is the Boiler room underneath Al's place. Luther carefully placed the sleeping Five on Diego's bed. Whilst you placed Dolores on an empty chair and sat beside the top half of a mannequin.

The latino took one good look at the boy's sleeping figure, "Funny. If I didn't know he was such a prick, I'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep."

"Well, don't worry. He'll sober up eventually. Be back to his normal, unpleasant self." Luther muttered, keeping his voice down, while you silently agreed to his statement.

"Yeah, I can't wait that long. I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies." Number Two said as he paced back and forth.

"All that stuff he was saying before… What do you think he meant by that? Y/N, do you know what he meant by it?"

You were about to answer Luther's question but footsteps that were approaching Diego's room caught everyone's attention. The vigilante cautiously approached the door and readied his blade as he cracked the door open ready to throw it at the 'intruder'.

"You throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, I'm pressin' charges!" Al exclaimed angrily, most likely exasperated by how it was a common occurrence.

Diego let out a sigh of relief and fully opened the door, "What do you want, Al?"

"I ain't your secretary." The gym owner snarked with a grouch, "Some lady called for you, said she needs your help."

"What lady?" Number Two placed his blade back into place, curious about the lady Al was referring to.

"I dunno. Some, uh, detective. I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or somethin'." The old man tried to recall as he scratched the back of his nape.

"Patch? She needs my help…"

Al nodded confirming the name was what he heard then added, "She needs you to meet her at that motel, a dump on Calhoun."

"When?"

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

"Well, that doesn't make sense…" Diego looks at his 'missing' brother who was currently snoozing on his bed.

"Klaus…" You muttered and then pointed out, "He hasn't been home since the shooting, the masked people probably took him as hostage!"

"Go. I'll wait here," Number One said, well more like gave his brother permission to leave. Without another word, Diego slammed the door closed as he ran.

"...With them." Luther muttered as he glanced at you and Five. The awkward atmosphere reigning the boiler room.

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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Y/N: can you do me a favour?

Diego: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene, and take the blame for it if you asked to

Y/N: can you do the dishes?

Diego: no.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Hello, can I have a 🕊 with diego hargreeves from TUA please?

I'm 5'2, INFJ, shy but becomes quite chaotic after becoming comfortable

I grew up listening to rock and pop punk but have slowly transitioned to pop and classical

I enjoy alone time a lot and get frustrated when I don't get some time to myself, will go a long way just to avoid crowds

I enjoy reading, going to art galleries, bookstores, walking around the city

my love language is acts of service

will 100% tell diego I'll stab whoever hurts him when i have ZERO skills in self-defence

omg short gang!! i am also 5'2 hehe. i hope you enjoy your fic lovey, you sound adorable! 🤍🦢

🕊 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you’d like and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship with that character would be like!

"Give me their name." You stare up at Diego, determined to make whomever messed up his Starbucks order pay.

Your boyfriend sighs, running a hand over his face. "Baby, please, I don't even remember. Plus, what are you gonna do? Kick them in the shins?"

"Yes!" you say stubbornly. "Getting kicked in the shins hurts."

Diego holds back a laugh, shaking his head. "(Y/N/N), I don't even care. It was just a messed up order."

"Well I care. They hurt my Diego, and for that they will pay."

"They didn't hurt me, babe. You gotta chill out."

You pout, slumping down. "I just wanna protect you for once!" you whine, leaning against his shoulder. "You're always out fighting bad guys and saving the world. I wanna do something for you."

"Aw, baby..." He kisses you softly. "You don't have to protect me. I love you for who you are, a short little loner who cannot fight for the life of her."

You smile a bit. "And I love you for who you are, Walmart Batman."

Diego frowns. "Walmart Batman?"

"Five has some creative insults."

Diego shook his head, laughing. "Apparently so."

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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hellooo previous anon asker here!

the story takes place in the first season (could be continued to the other seasons if you’d like) frenemies to lovers trope, reader goes by she/her pronouns and is also latina and part of the umbrella academy and the story alters through 3rd and 1st person pov? essentially she’s a badass and is besties with klaus and five? I don’t really know what a good power would be so you can have creative liberty with that. hopefully this was enough details, thanks! <3

Author's Note: I can very much work with this. I'm still working on a plot outline but here is the establishing info for the story. But before we get into that please keep a few things in mind...

The power set was initially a hang up for me, so many different fics uses various power sets and I didn't want to accidently be too similar. But I think I came up with something not used as often in fics with supers. I have been listening to some Lore podcasts and while trying to figure out what type of powers the team somewhat lacked I got an idea. The Lore episode alluring details ghost lights and it seemed like a decent place to start and if you have read my writing you know I looooove folklore and mythologies. It also plays off, in a way, an idea I had back when season 1 was airing. I'm Caucasian of European decent, so please forgive any cultural confusion. I am not of Hispanic decent and really not trying to disrespect anyone. If anyone is willing to help with this aspect I would greatly appreciate it.

I really hope this is sort of what you were looking for.

Please note that since this is season 1 I will be using Vanya for Viktor. I fully support Elliot Page and have major respect for the show's writers for working a transition into the character Elliot portrays. I love how they handled in the show. But for sake of "canon" I use Vanya for now. BUT if you all would prefer I use Viktor and male pronouns let me know. I'm human and far from perfect, so I am always willing to listen and learn. I support all members of the LGBTQ+ community. I love and respect all my readers, but I do not tolerate hate so be nice in the replies, please.

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Part 1 of a new WIP Series.

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Content Warning: Canon typical neglect, violence, death, depression, anxiety

Will o' The Wisp

Chapter 1: #8-The Wisp

Her powers are that she can create a being of pure light and seemingly energy, separate from her own entity. It started as a flickering ball of light. Pogo had said the faint light was like the Will o' the Wisp in old English folklore. But she would go on to learn that most cultures had phantom lights. The name Wisp stuck, but the light didn't stay small or weak for long. Sir Reginald Hargreeves trained her to give it form and capable of independent motion. She gave it a humanoid form to make it easier to manipulate when she took it over. But more often than not, she lets it clings to her like an inverse shadow. She eventually found that she could split her consciousness and control it. Something her father would push her to explore. She can will it in and out of existence, but it still sort of radiates from her if she doesn't give it an external form. It gives her an ethereal glow when it doesn't have its own form. She can weaponize the light in multiple ways. She can use it to blind opponents. It can temporarily stun and disorient someone. She can use it as a projectile. She can also use it to fight as multiple beings, something she tries to limit because fragmenting one's psyche can be both disorienting and unnerving.

Her siblings had stuck with the Will o' the Wisp idea and jokingly called her Will, but she preferred the name Y/N that Mom helped her pick. They initially called the light entity Wisp due to a lack of creativity. Then they got more "creative", calling it her shining stalker, bright bugger, and many other weird and rude names. She would remind them it wasn't a sentient being. It only became so when she was the conscious one controlling it. And tell them they were just jealous they couldn't be in two places at once.

Her arguments with Diego were usually more direct.

"You're just jealous I never run out of weapons or have to retrieve them," she would tease when Diego would start to bug her about it.

"At least I can blend into a crowd," Diego would shoot back. "You stick out like a glow stick even when your stalker isn't burning its image into people's retinas."

"And yet, they still like us more," she would shrug and guide her glowing glimmer to do the same, making it seem more like a twin or a doppelganger as she does.

She had two siblings that were drawn to her by her light. They would cling to the light as the light clung to her. Ben and Klaus. Ben, because the warm light helped cancel out the cold darkness his powers seemed to bring with them. Klaus, because despite the ghost light jokes, her light actually helped keep his ghosts and demons at bay. It would remind him he wasn't in the dark mausoleum that their father would lock him in. So it wasn't unusual for one or both of them to hide from nightmares in her room. She didn't mind. If it helped them, she'd do it, even if Sir Reginald didn't approve. That was what they had their powers for, wasn't it? Helping people, being heroes, wasn’t that what they were supposed to do? For her, part of that meant putting up with Klaus drooling or Ben mumbling in his sleep.

Her other siblings mostly liked or at least tolerated her, other than Diego. Diego liked to argue with her almost as much as he did Luther. He often called her la bruja after the witch lights that taunt and trick people. Luther and Allison had told her he was probably just jealous that Y/N has useful powers. He is jealous that she has successfully molded her powers the way their father wanted her to. They told her she was as good at what she could do as they were, which was what pissed him off.

Luther didn't mind her as long as she followed orders and did her training. He liked her well enough, but she wasn't Allison. Allison liked having another sister with powers, but she wanted attention more, and since Luther was happy to give it to her, Allison spent most of her time with him. Y/N and Vanya got along well enough, but Klaus would usually drag Y/N and often Ben off on a whim and rarely left much time for the seventh sibling.

Y/N and Five liked to challenge each other. It was a playful rivalry, unlike Luther and Diego. She and Five would see who could get somewhere faster, him or her speed of light Wisp. They would race, push each other, and make each other faster and more focused. They'd take turns critiquing their techniques as they trained and just genuinely got along. They could be competitive and still be companions. The competitions made them both better. They thrived due to their competitiveness but always ended the day as equals.

A few days after Five vanished and failed to return, Vanya had come to her. Vanya was always observant, despite the neglect she suffered. Vanya had noticed how the Wisp wasn't out as much. The ethereal glow around her sister was dimmer, darker, it was less like a warm candle and more like the pilot light on a stove or a heater. A deeper, almost blue core to it. Blue as if tainted with her melancholy. And when the Wisp was out, usually in training or at their father's insistence, it was less of vibrant sunshine at high noon or a beautiful yet powerful sunrise. But more harsh like a wildfire flame at night. They had talked, cried, and missed their brother. Vanya gave her sister a sad smile the following day at breakfast. Happy that her sister's glow had warm colors back in it, but it still lacked some of the vibrancy it once had.

The blue tinge returned and deepened after Ben died. The Wisp was now a being of blue light that clung to her as the loss clung to her soul. People found it eerie and ghost-like, a more authentic Will o’ the Wisp. But when she took it over, the Wisp was more like a vengeful house fire than a being of sunlight. It was unsettling. Sir Reginald had insisted she cease it at once. So she would will it to be different at times, but it always looked off. She would think more of the ghost light stories, the darker ones. The witch lights, or even luz mala or La Candileja. Maybe those were more accurate these days, a bad omen.

When the Umbrella Academy drifted apart, she had moved to a small rental home in the suburbs. She found work in a local shop. Somewhere her glowing companion wouldn't bother anyone.

Klaus would drop by when he had nowhere to crash or needed general necessities. She would check in with Vanya and Pogo every week or so, but it was mostly solitary existence. After Vanya's book was published, she would catch her neighbors staring. They would keep their distance. Although a nice older woman named Joan who lived down the street would often stop by on walks with her dog. She was a fan of Allison's movies and was always happy to hear the stories the book didn't tell. She was the only person that didn't seem to think that her powers made her weird. Or at least she didn't think they were weird in a bad way.

But it all changed when she was notified about the death of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

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