#klaus hargreeves character study

[ahoyrcmanoff]

A SHORT STUDY ON KLAUS HARGREEVES. 🃏

— based on the s4 tarot cards scene.

(hi! tbh I have no idea if this has been done yet. I’m finally out from the shock of this shitty ending lmao. Only seen a thing or two about this topic, talking ‘bout the Hargreeves’ fate… but i wanted to give it a deeper thought, ‘cause I just haven’t stopped thinking on that specific scene where klaus does a reading, and what each card meant for his character specifically, so, I decided to do this for fun & because I have my good knowledge on tarot cards. enjoy.)

Okay! So, the scene starts with Klaus sitting in the van, just passing time by doing a small reading with his cards. Which, not only gave us a brief look into the future for the Hargreeves’ fate, but it also gave us a look into who Klaus Hargreeves is. It shows us how his character could’ve been developed, what they could work at as a person (if they hadn’t erased a certain couple of scenes). And it is honestly sooo on point with their personality.

• We start off with Card #1 — The Lovers.

This is the first card that comes out. A classic. And obviously, we all go to the same thought when seeing this one specific card, but if you watch closely you can see much more in it than just a couple. Klaus jokes about it, saying; “that’s obvious, I haven’t been laid in months.”

And sure it’s a fun joke. We all might think the main thing that is the talk about this card (love, couples, lovers, etc). And damn my mind also went to Dave. But it has a deeper meaning.

This card talks about self-love. Something we know Klaus struggles with. Sure, they are a very confident person in their body, they care for their appearance, but he also despises himself for their usual low points. For letting it out on his family, all the stealing he did, the times he didn’t accept help, the times he felt like he wasn’t important or that he was a disappointment. The Lovers is the card of the search for self-love, for confidence, of being your own soulmate, in a way. This person has a tendency to fall in love quickly, but they have to be careful — the mountains and the snake represent the obstacles to reach to that desired love. Which, hell, Klaus had to go through considering his true love (Dave) is from another time and couldn’t be free. Romantic love will be easier to find once you reach into that self-care/self-love. The angel does represent that not everything is lost, there is a chance for love, for a certain couple.

Yet— we don’t see that happy ending for Klaus on the screen.

• Card #2 — The Tower.

What there is to say about this that isn’t obvious? This card represents pure chaos. Klaus says it himself; “Loss of self-control.”

It is also the card of change. Ringing any bells yet? All the siblings went through a big change on those six years without powers. And Klaus’ was impressive, he spent three years sober, now lives with Allison and Claire, and had developed a germaphobia.

If we get the negative sort of change, The Tower brings a misunderstanding, the way something that shouldn’t be will be forced. (Klaus getting his powers back, then when he sees how it will be inevitable to fall into old habits again as soon as he gets home and gets into the argument with Claire). But if we get the positive side, we’ll also get strength against the adversity, some optimism. (Which, hey, he managed to escape from the building and then from a goddamn tomb, it showed huge strength of character from someone like Klaus to do that.)

Now! If we look into the future with that reading scene being the starting point — there is even more change. Watch the card, there’s two characters jumping out of the window, away from the fire and darkness of the tower (one’s mind). There’s also some doubt, but it is something inevitable, you have to escape. It represents a freeing or liberation, a crisis, a rupture of some sorts. It can be shown in the other siblings as well, as we saw during the season.

But for Klaus specifically — he got freed from the constant fear, and got his powers back after dying. Again. Which, once again, wasn’t his choice but that is where the chaos starts. Right after that, there comes the fall in his sibling relationship with Allison, and once again the liberation, where Klaus finally stood up for himself. They are in a crisis, because he thinks he will fall into old habits. Because he thinks it’s inevitable as soon as the ghosts appear.

But with change, comes an end. A realization, an escape… In the deleted scenes, we see how Klaus decides to go to A.A. after Allison and Claire help him out of the grave. There’s this loving moment, where they let the fight behind and they go back to being a family. And this also shows strength from Klaus, because after so many years, he is willing to accept the truth. He talks about his struggles with addiction, opens up, shows his development during those sober years, says how he regrets on letting it out on his family (which surely means specifically Ben because he was the one to see Klaus on each fall, and then they never got a chance to have a serious talk because even Ben’s ghost is gone). And finishes up by saying he is an alcoholic, showing that development. Despite everything, he gained psychological strength and decided to accept the help, to deal with his problems and stay sober.

• Which brings us to Card #3 — Ten of Swords.

Klaus is *very* clear when this card comes out. “The card of death.” He says, and then immediately put everything away, scared. And yes, it did show that he would die, to later come back to life — as we saw when he got shot and the siblings didn’t have any other choice but to give him the marigold. But once again, there’s always a deeper level with Tarot.

Well, there’s something about the Swords. They all talk about the mind, thoughts. The path of the swords is to learn through experience.

Klaus Hargreeves has gained plenty of experience in various topics throughout the seasons. Starting off with how much their powers developed over the years, how much they trained on season three. How emotionally developed he had always been. How each experience gave him a new thing to learn. And despite everyone’s thoughts, Klaus does learn. But he just keeps facing shit and sometimes has to hit the same wall to really learn first.

There is a certain insecurity in the swords, a lack of level, that is also shown on the other two cards that Klaus took. But before he learns, he has to hit the same wall, has to face the chaos, has to hit rock bottom.

And that is what this card means exactly, hitting rock bottom. We’ve seen Klaus hitting it a couple of times, but this was the drop that was needed to fill up the glass. When this card appears in a reading, it’s hard to advise the person, why? Because this person has auto-destructive tendencies. Sounds familiar? Klaus has had those tendencies since he was a child. We saw it. It started off with their addiction, then with hitting dangerous places, the constant dying, the way they haven’t really gotten into serious relationships, how he always chose the thing that would explode in his face. So, anything that happens could cut the stability that this person may have gained. Which is why Klaus kept falling into the same patterns over and over throughout his life.

But — with an end, there’s also a new start. With death also comes a reborn, literal death and reborn for Klaus, because of his powers. It shows that the person couldn’t escape their problems anymore, because the thoughts (the swords) they have been trying so hard to ignore, sneaked on them and killed them. (Once again, a bit literal for Klaus). One has to face their problems to come back. There is a need for transformation, like a butterfly, or like the Phoenix that comes back from their ashes.

And honestly, this would’ve been so much more clear if they actually kept the Klaus’ scenes they deleted. Where he embraced the transformation, accepted his problems and searched for a solution. Where he could get a closure, a hint of hope.

Anyway, if you can’t tell, I genuinely love this sweetheart and I think they deserved so, so, so much better than the ending they gave him. It doesn’t take much but be observant on how interesting of a character Klaus Hargreeves is but unfortunately this fell into the wrong hands, because they couldn’t give a character with so much depth a good final. (And all the Hargreeves for all the matter! Justice for my fav siblings). If anyone actually takes the time to read through this, thank you. This was for fun, out of love for the show, love for Klaus and love for tarot all combined. <3

[animesmolbean]

Words Hold Power

An “The Umbrella Academy” fanfiction

Five x Reader

(Female)

Author's Note: Welcome to my The Umbrella Academy fanfiction! I'm so excited to share this story with you all! TUA is my favorite Netflix show! I'm very sad to see it's in its final season, but all great shows come to an end! But at least we'll get to rewatch it over and over again, lol.

Speaking of which, please, no spoilers for S4 since I have not watched it yet. I'll let you guys know where I am in S4 in coming posts.

With that said, I just wanted to tell you guys this. There was one hesitation I had with writing this story. Handling Viktor's character. I know about the journey of this character and Elliot Page's journey as well. I know about the transition, and I wanted to tell you how I planned on approaching this.

I did research on this topic and wanted to be sure I was handling it correctly. I researched how I should write transgender characters and their journeys throughout the story.

I also read other TUA fanfictions for research to see how other authors handle it, and like the research, it's a mixed bag. Some use Viktor only, and some show the name change.

After researching, I decided on an approach.

I will follow what the show does and show the transition story Viktor has. I chose this because I believe it's a beautiful journey, and the show does a great job handling the topic.

One last thing, all the main characters (The Hargreeves siblings) are aged up a little.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy the first chapter! ♥️

~Character Info~

Reader's ability is cursed speech. She can make anyone do what she says with only a few words. It's similar to Allison's, except she doesn't need to say certain words first like her, and her ability is much more powerful. To the point where she has to be extremely careful about what she says.

(As you can tell, this was inspired by the anime character, Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen.)

Chapter 1: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals (Family Reunion)

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1985, forty-three women around the world gave birth.

This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women have been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

Many years later, the kids grew up and went on with their lives as adults.

There was Number One, aka Luther Hargreeves. Big, strong and was currently on the moon, studying and preparing for whatever his mission was.

There was Number Two, aka Diego Hargreeves. Impulsive, brave and works as a vigilante of sorts.

There was Number Three, aka Allison Hargreeves. Famous actress who was currently on the red carpet in front of paparazzi.

There was Number Four, aka Klaus. A lazy, free-spirited soul who is currently leaving rehab and using the money he got from the rehab to buy drugs. He ended up in the back of an ambulance.

And, there was Number Seven, aka Vanya Hargreeves. She was quiet, timid, and was currently leaving the theater after practicing her violin.

However, their lives would change forever with one broadcast.

Their father was now dead.

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

☂

Vanya rode a taxi to her childhood home. A place she lived for many years.

The Umbrella Academy.

A tall condo-like building with a black gate.

Vanya approached the building and opened the doors, whose windows were decorated by umbrellas.

The foyer was fancy still. The middle was open with a chandelier hanging above a small round table in the middle. Tall, smooth white beams holding the sides which held the second floor. A staircase that leads to that second floor was behind the small round table.

It was just as Vayna remembered it. Every little detail was still there.

“Hey, Mom.”

Vanya called to the woman in the living room. Said woman sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, which currently had a fire going. She stayed still as she stared into the dancing flames.

“Mom?”

“Vanya?”

A familiar voice turned Vanya’s attention elsewhere.

“You're actually here.”

She turned and saw her sister, Allison coming down the stairs.

“Hey, Allison.”

“Hey sis.”

Allison now stood before her sister. She chuckled and brought the other girl into a hug, which Vanya quietly but graciously returned.

“Ah. What is she doing here?”

A new voice spoke through the quiet foyer.

“You don't belong here. Not after what you did.”

It was Diego.

“You're seriously gonna do this today?” Allison spoke up, her tone telling that she wasn't in the mood for the male's attitude.

“Way to dress for the occasion, by the way.” She added, mocking Diego’s attire as he ascended the stairs. He was still in his “hero” gear; knives and everything.

“At least I'm wearing black.” Diego shot back nonchalantly as he turned left on the stairs, disappearing from the girls’ views.

Vanya, now uncomfortable, spoke up quietly, “You know what? I- Maybe he's right. And I shouldn't-”

“Forget about him.” Allison interrupted her. “I'm glad you're here.” She spoke softly. Vanya’s lips quirked up a little at Allison's words. The sisters shared a moment of silence.

☂

Diego arrived at his late father's room, to see Luther there checking the windows. He leaned against the doorframe.

“I can save you some time. They're all locked. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

As he spoke, he walked over to Luther who was also walking towards him.

“Oh, you got big, Luther. What's the secret, huh? Protein shakes? Low carbs?” Diego asked mockingly.

“What do you want?” Luther asked, not wanting to deal with Diego's attitude.

Diego reached into his pocket and pulled out a few folded pieces of paper, handing them to Luther. “The autopsy report.”

After he teasingly tried to pull them away from Luther, the latter brother snatched them out of his hand.

“And you have this, why?” Luther asked.

“Well, that's because I… broke into the coroner's office.” Diego explained as he sat down in an armchair. “And surprise, surprise, Dad's death was… normal. Just a boring, old heart failure.”

“Yeah, so?” Luther looked at Diego.

“So, why are you in here, checking all the windows?”

“Were you the first one on the scene?” Luther asked.

“Pogo found him.” Diego answered.

“Yeah, I talked with Pogo. He said he couldn't find Dad's monocle.”

“And your point being?” Diego asked in a bored tone.

“Can you think of a single time you saw Dad and he wasn't wearing that monocle? No. Which means someone took it. Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died.”

Diego sat up from the armchair. “There is no mystery here. Nothing to avenge. Nothing to solve, nothing like that. It's just a sad old man who kicked it in a big empty house. Just like he deserved.”

“You should leave.” Lither spoke, not liking Diego's tone with that last sentence he spoke.

“Whatever you say, brother.” Diego said in a mocking tone as he turned to leave. Before he did, he turned back to Luther. “By the way, did you visit (Your Name) yet?”

Luther shook his head. “No. I was about to, actually.”

“You know where she is.” Diego simply said.

☂

Vanya entered the living room, looking around at the interior. She spotted a comic and new articles on their group, The Umbrella Academy. She looked at the bookshelves and pulled out one book in particular.

The title read, “Extra Ordinary My Life as Number Seven”

It was her autobiography book. The one she wrote when she left the academy.

She observed it solemnly until a voice spoke out.

“Welcome home, Ms. Vanya.”

She turned and saw Pogo, a human sized monkey dressed formally with a cane and glasses.

Vanya walked over to him and hugged him. Pogo hugged back with a hum. “So good to see you.” He noticed the book in her hand. “Ah, yes, your autobiography.”

“Do you know, um…” Vanya paused before continuing. “Did he ever read it?”

Pogo thought for a moment before replying, “Not that I'm aware of.”

Vanya turned her attention to the portrait above the fireplace. It showed a boy, around seventeen in age, sitting with a neutral but sophisticated look on his face.

“How long has it been since Five disappeared?” She asked.

Pogo turned to look at the portrait too. “It's been sixteen years, four months, and fourteen days.” The two looked at each other. “Your father insisted I keep track.”

“And… how long has (Your Name) been in that coma?”

“Sixteen years, four months, and six days.” Pogo replied.

“You wanna know something stupid? I always used to leave the lights on for him. I was scared that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again. And he would take (Your Name) with him. So, every night I'd make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on.”

Pogo nodded. “Oh, I remember your snacks. I'm pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches, and those (Favorite type of Cookie) cookies.” He sighed a couple times before he spoke again, “Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He also believed that one day (Your Name) would wake up. He never lost hope.”

“And look where that got him.” Vanya said solemnly.

☂

Allison went up to her late father's study, looking around the area. The familiarity of it brought up a memory.

〰️

Reginald Hargreeves was working in his office, as usual, when Grace knocked on the door. She entered before closing the door.

“The children are ready for bed, sir. They wanted to say goodnight.”

She turned and walked a couple of paces and opened the sliding door.

On the other side revealed the eight children, all wearing matching pajamas. Allison was in the center while the others surrounded her. Little (Your Name) stood between her and Five, a black cloth face mask covering her mouth and nose.

The children were all smiling as they waited for their father to acknowledge them. But he was so into his work that he didn't even glance up at them.

Sensing the awkwardness, Grace quickly dismissed the kids. The kids, of course, were disappointed but not surprised. As they left slowly, (Your Name) tugged on Allison's sleeve, silently asking her to come.

“I'll be there in a minute (Your Name).” The girl whispered. (Your Name) tilted her head to the side. Allison spoke again, “Why don't you go hang out with Five for a bit before bed? I know you planned on it.” She gave the masked girl a small smile. (Your Name) felt her cheeks warm up, but she nodded, leaving and quietly walking over to Five. The boy saw her coming and, with a nod of his head, gestured to her to follow him. (Your Name) nodded and started to walk beside him. As she did, she heard Allison,

“He's always busy.”

〰️

“Where's the cash, Dad?”

The sound of a voice diverted Allison's attention and she walked over to her father's desk, hearing clamoring noises. She leaned forward to look to see who was over there.

“Klaus? What are you doing in here?” She asked.

Said boy looked up and gasped at the sight of his sister. “Oh! Allison! Wow, is that you?” He asked as he stood up. He embraced her slowly; Allison slowly returned the hug. “Long time. Too long.” He pulled away. “Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph. Add it to my collection!” He planted his chin onto his hands.

Allison let her brother act because it was how he always behaved when she noticed the white paper bracelet on his left wrist. “Just out of rehab?” She asked.

“No, no. No, no, no, no. No. I'm done with all of that.” Klaus replied with a sigh as he removed the bracelet. “I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone.” He smiled. “And he is! He's dead. Yeah!” He clapped, making Allison smile a little, shaking her head a bit.

“You know how I know? Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room.” Allison silently agreed with Klaus.

“He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?” He said with a chuckle as he sat in the armchair behind the desk, putting his feet on the desk. “Remember how he used to look at us? That scowl?” He pointed to the man's portrait onto the wall behind him. “Thank Christ, he's not our real father, so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!” He stretched his eyelids to show more of his eyeballs. He fake screams, making Allison chuckle a little as Klaus started to dramatically imitate their late father.

“Get out of his chair.”

Klaus turned his head and saw Luther standing by the doorway. “Oh, wow, Luther! Wow, you really, uh… You really filled out over the years, huh?” Klaus said as he stood and flexed his arm muscles.

“Klaus.” Luther warned.

“Save the lecture. I was already leaving. You guys can talk amongst yourselves. I am going to visit (Your Name). Oh! The precious little sister of ours.” He chuckled softly. Before he could leave though, Luther stopped him. “Drop it.”

“Ex-squeeze me?” Klaus said.

“Do it. Now.” Luther ordered.

Klaus pulled his arm away from Luther and went back to the desk and started to empty out his pockets, which held a few of his late father's belongings. “It's just an advance on our inheritance! That's all it is!” Allison chuckled silently at her brother. “No need to get your little panties in a bunch.” With that, Klaus left, closing the door; leaving Luther and Allison alone in the room.

“So, Klaus is still Klaus, in case you are wondering.” Luther started.

“You know, after all these years, I find it strangely comforting.” Allison stated.

“Did you see Diego?” Luther asked.

“With his stupid outfit?” Allison added in amusement.

“Oh, I know. Do you think he wears that thing in the bathroom?” Lauther asked.

“Like in the shower?” Allison asked for confirmation.

“Yeah.” Luther confirmed.

“Yes, absolutely!” Allison laughed.

The two went on to talk about how their lives are going now that they are adults. Luther was the only one to stay while the rest went their separate ways. Their conversation ended talking about Allison's family and her powers.

〰️

A little later, everyone congregated in the living room. The fire was still going in the fireplace as everyone sat in silence.

Luther started talking about doing a memorial service for their late father. Some like Allison were mostly confused by this or making fun of it like Klaus.

“Is that my skirt?” Allison asked, noticing Klaus wearing a skirt now.

“Oh, yeah this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits.”

Luther stopped Klaus before he could go further and started to talk about their father's death. He had a theory that he didn't die simply of heart failure. He recounted how he was acting suspicious and requested Klaus to try to communicate with him. Klaus was not interested.

“I can't just call Dad into the afterlife and be like, “Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?”

“Since when? That's your thing.” Luther said.

“I'm not in the right… frame of mind.”

“You're high?” Allison asked, not surprised.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Klaus laughed. “I mean, how are you not listening to this nonsense?”

“Well, sober up, this is important.” Luther said.

Klaus only sighed.

When Luther started talking about the missing monocle, Diego concluded that Luther was suspicious of all of them, saying that Luther thought one of them killed their dad. This caused everyone to get upset. Diego insulted Luther's leadership, Klaus got up and jokingly said that he might as well go murder their Mom and (Your Name), unless she was already dead. Vanya left in silence and. Allison left in silence as well. Luther tried to defend himself, but it was too late.

They weren't always like this. When they were kids, they were tight knit.

〰️

17 YEARS AGO

“This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages.”

The armed men surveyed the bank as they pointed their guns at the bound up hostages and pushed them behind the counter as they proceeded with the robbery.

Unexpectedly, a girl with curly black hair, in a school uniform and mask, walked casually to one of the robbers.

It was Allison.

“Hey, get back with the others.” The robber ordered the girl.

“I heard a rumor.” Allison spoke.

“What? What did you say?”

Allison leaned forward and used her ability, “I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot.”

The robber pointed his gun at one of his partners and promptly shot him in the foot, knocking him down. The hostages screamed at the sound of the gun.

Suddenly, someone, dressed in a boy's school uniform with a mask came crashing down from a window above and landed behind the counter. It was Luther. He punched one robber and threw him out the window with surprising strength.

Then, another kid dressed like Luther came from the other side of the bank. “Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives.” He threw two long knives at one of the robbers only for them to redirect to another robber and immediately killed him.

There were now only two robbers left in the lobby.

One of them climbed onto the desk and pointed his gun shakily at the three kids. “Get back, you freaks.”

“Hey, be careful up there, buddy.” Diego, the knife throwing kid taunted.

“Get back now!”

“Wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Allison taunted as well.

“Or what?”

A fourth kid appeared seemingly out of nowhere, sitting criss cross on the desk. A taunting smirk on his face. This was Number Five.

The robber shot at Five, but he disappeared and reappeared on the other side. When the robber turned around and tried to shoot him again, he suddenly realized that he was not holding a gun.

“Ooh! That's one badass stapler!” Five taunted before smacking the guy's hand holding the stapler into his head. This knocked the robber over.

All they had to do now was get rid of the robbers in the vault.

Or so they thought.

There was one more.

He loaded his fun and his gun cocked, catching the kids off guard.

“Down you freaks!” He yelled.

Suddenly, running from a hidden place behind a wall was a fifth kid, dressed like Allison, as she pulled down her face mask. She directed her attention to the robber.

“Explode!”

The single word echoed loudly through the bank, and just before the guy could turn his gun to the girl, his body suddenly exploded, body parts, guts, and blood spreading out everywhere. The hostages screamed in fear. The girl quickly covered her face again, breathing heavily as she ran to her siblings.

She gestured to all of them. They couldn't see much of her face, but they could tell she was worried by the look in her eyes.

“We're okay. Thanks (Your Name).” Allison said.

(Your Name) hummed, nodding as she walked over to behind the desk with the others, while two more kids dressed like the rest of the boys joined them. Five looked at her. “That was pretty badass. Good work.” He complimented, giving her a smile. (Your Name) felt her cheeks warm up a little, and she tilted her head a bit and closed her eyes. Most people wouldn't be able to tell her expression behind the mask, but Five knew she was smiling at him in thanks.

“Do we really have to do this?” A meek voice asked.

“Come on, Ben. There's more guys in the vault.” Luther told the boy.

Ben sighed as he walked to the vault door. “I didn't sign up for this.”

He entered as the hostages all ran for their lives out of the bank. Inside the vault, the last of the robbers were eyeing slaughtered by Ben's ability. He screeched and roared as his tentacles ripped them apart and threw them against the walls. Blood splattered all over the windows.

Once it was quiet, Ben came out, covered in blood. “Can we go home now?” He asked, his breathing shaky.

It was time to leave.

The seven kids started walking towards the entrance of the bank. (Your Name) pulled out a small vial and turned the cap. She pulled the bottom part of her mask up and put the bottle to her lips. She tilted her head back and started swallowing the liquid. She finished it and placed the empty bottle back in her pocket.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Five's voice made (Your Name) turn to him. She nodded and hummed in thanks. Five offered his arm to her. “Ready?” He asked. The girl nodded again, and she hooked her arm with Five's. Five smiled at her, and they started walking after their siblings.

The seven kids emerged from the back as the news reporters pointed their cameras at the group, and they all clamored to try to talk to them.

Above on the top of a building nearby, stood Reginald Hargreeves, observing the other kids with a mini telescope. An eighth kid, dressed like Allison and (Your Name), minus the mask, stood next to him.

“Why can't I go play with the others?” The girl asked.

“We've been through this before, Number Seven. I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you.” Reginald said as he lowered his telescope.

The girl looked down. “Oh.”

Eventually, Reginald came down to stand with the children.

“Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children.”

‘You mean eight.’ (Your Name) thought to herself as she looked down temporarily, her arm still linked with Five's.

“I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

Many news reporters asked many questions.

“What happened to their parents?” One asked.

“They were suitably compensated.” Reginald replied.

“Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?” Another asked.

“Of course. As I am for the fate of the world.” Reginald said.

〰️

☂

Everyone was in separate rooms, having their alone time after the little dispute from earlier. Klaus was still in the living room, trying to talk to their late father but he ended up knocking the vase filled with his ashes over.

Luther was walking through the hallways, reminiscing until he got to his room.

Allison was looking through her belongings until she found a gold heart locket with ‘A+L’ carved onto the front.

Klaus took the vase into the kitchen where he proceeded to take more pills.

Diego laid on the couch in the living room, playing with one of his knives.

Vanya sat on the stairs, a solemn look on her face.

Luther eventually found a familiar record and played it on the record player.

“I Think We're Alone Now” by Tiffany started to play.

Everyone heard the familiar tune all throughout the house and they all started to dance in their respective rooms.

Childhood nostalgia ran through their bodies as they all danced like no one was watching. Even Pogo moved a little to the beat.

But suddenly, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.

The music stopped as the house reacted to the violent disturbance.

The siblings all ran to the courtyard and saw a giant hole, surrounded by blue lightning.

“What is it?” Vanya asked.

“Don't get too close!” Allison warned.

“Yeah, no shit.” Diego said.

“Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.” Diego insulted.

“Out of the way!” Klaus exclaimed as he came out with a fire extinguisher and tried to spray it but it was out of steam. So, he just threw it at the mysterious anomaly only for it to get sucked in.

“What is that gonna do?” Allison asked.

“I don't know. Do you have a better idea?” Klaus asked.

The anomaly got stronger and Luther ushered everyone behind him to protect them. Klaus wanted to run. Luther and Allison held hands.

The electrical crackling intensified and someone emerged from the anomaly, arms out. It disappeared and the person fell out of the sky and landed on the ground. The sky cleared up as the siblings walked towards the person, who stood up. He was dressed in a suit way too big for him.

“Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?” Klaus asked.

The boy known as Five looked at himself then back at the siblings.

“Shit.”

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The six were now in the kitchen. Five was busy making a sandwich while the others watched in shock.

“What's the date? The exact date.” Five asked.

“The 24th.” Vanya replied.

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.”

Luther spoke up. “So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?”

Five didn't reply. He just continued with making his sandwich.

Silence fell for a couple of seconds until Luther stood up. “It's been seventeen years.”

Five scoffed. “It's been a lot longer than that.” He blinked over to the cabinet.

“I haven't missed that.” Luther muttered.

“Where'd you go?” Diego asked.

“The future. It's shit, by the way.” Five replied as he blinked back to the table.

“Called it.” Klaus said.

“I should've listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” Five looked up at the siblings. “Nice dress.” He told Klaus.

“Oh, well, danke!” Klaus said, playing with the article of clothing.

“Wait, how did you get back?” Vanya asked.

“In the end I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Five explained.

“That makes no sense.” Diego spoke up.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Five sasses.

Diego stood up to confront the boy but Luther stopped him, holding him back.

“How long were you there?” He asked.

“Forty-one years. Give or take.”

Luther and Diego sat back down. “So what are you saying? That you're fifty-eight?” The former asked.

Five looked at Luther. “No, my consciousness is fifty-eight.” He finished his sandwich. “Apparently, my body is now seventeen again.”

“Wait, how does that even work?” Vanya asked.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh.” Five took a bite out of his sandwich. “Bet she's laughing now.”

Vanya was confused. “Delores?”

Five ignored her and looked at the newspaper that told him about Reginald Hargreeves’ death. “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How'd you know about that?” Luther asked.

“What part of the future do you not understand?” Five asked. “Heart failure, huh?”

“Yeah.” “No.” Diego and Luther said together.

Five hummed before clicking his tongue. “Nice to see nothing's changed.” Then, he got a good look at his siblings again. He realized that one was missing. “By the way, where's (Your Name)?”

The other five siblings looked at each other, solemn expressions on their faces now. “Well…” Vanya started. “There isn't an easy way to say this.” Allison said. “She's in a coma.” “She's dead.” Klaus and Diego finished. “Diego!” Allison scolded.

Five looked at his siblings, a subtle look of worry on his face, but on the inside, his heart was beating faster. “What happened?”

“Well…. like I said… this isn't easy to say.” As Allison tried to explain, they suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. They slowly turned their heads and what they saw shook them to the core.

There stood…

(Your Name).

Klaus yelled in surprise.

“Holy shit.” Diego said.

Everyone else looked in surprise.

(Your Name) was alive.

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Unknown Territory: Five x Fem Reader

Chapter 2- we only see each other at weddings and funerals part 3

Five is aged up here.

I moved some moments from the other episode to here because it was already pretty long. Also I'm adding a scene from the second comic into this chapter.

Anyway...

Characters talking...

Five Hargreeves

You

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Pogo

Grace

Luther Hargreeves

Comic Hazel - C.H.

Hazel

Cha Cha

Comic Cha Cha - C.C.

Everyone else is in white.

"Five what do you think?"

A younger you smiles at the boy holding up a flower crown you had made from the few remaining plants in the world.

"It's nice. Brings out your eyes."

You frown at him as you watch him put one of your dresses you found on Delores.

"You're not even looking..."

Five turns towards you looking at your flower crown before returning his attention back to what he was doing.

"It's nice. Brings out your eyes."

You shake your head with a smile on your face, rolling your eyes at his statement.

"What am I going to do with you?"

Five shrugs as you walk and sit next to him, placing the crown on his head. He side eyes you and you give a smile in return.

You two sit in silence for a moment, you study his face as he starts to fix your Delores' dress. You move a strand of hair from in front of his eyes, your hand lingers and Five lets your hand rest near his ear for a moment before removing it.

"Tell me a story, Five."

Five's brows scrunch together.

"About?"

"Anything."

You lay down on the ground placing your head into your hands, giving him your full attention.

"Once upon a time there lived a mermaid princess."

You glare at him, raising your hand to stop him from continuing.

"Stop. That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you want."

You roll your eyes at him in frustration, he glares at you in return. You might be able to peel in his mind when he has his guard down but he sure as hell couldn't read yours.

"Tell me something about you."

"Like what?"

"Anything!!"

You open your arms in a big gesture which causes Five to roll his eyes.

"Fine. About a few years ago when I turned 13..."

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"Nietzsche once said, Man is as a rope stretched between the animal and the superhuman."

Our dad had us lined up against the wall, something he would do everyday always reading us a page from his book. Well he would tell us to wait under the stairs but Number 1 and 2 deemed it fair for everyone to start at the wall.

"A rope over the abyss. It is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking back, a dangerous trembling and halting."

He would always have Number 7 with him watching us. Something twisted he did to remind her that she was nothing like us. She would stand at his side as he wrote down information in his book about us as if we were his test subjects than his children.

That day was like any other, Number 7 blew her whistle and we all raced up the stairs.

"As much as you must strive for individual greatness, and strive you must, for it won't come to you of its own accord..."

Number 1 and 2 fought for first place like they always did, usually I would stay behind and chat with my brothers Number 4 and 6 but I had been working on my jumps and wanted to prove that I had gotten better.

"That there is no individual stronger than the collective."

I jumped in front of them instantly gaining the lead much to the annoyance of 1 and 2. I didn't care how upset they were I wanted to prove I was better. I don't know why, maybe it was the fact that our father put us in competition every day.

"That's not fair, Five's cheating!"

"He adapted."

It was nice to finally get some words of accomplishment from him even if it wasn't directly said to me. I won that day, though not all of my siblings were happy for me.

"The ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone."

That was the day I also got my tattoo. My siblings and I were nervous about it.

"They will make you impervious to the pain and hardship the world will thrust upon you."

It was a painful process though none of us wanted to show it. Number 2 basically pushed our Mom away to prove to Dad that he could handle it. Number 3 cried after, our brother Number 4 tried to comfort her.

What about Number 7? Well she drew hers on.

"And believe me when I tell you, life will be hard. It will be painful."

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"Give me your best impression of your father."

You laugh as Five uses one hand to make a circle around his eye, he sends you a playful smile before making the most over the top frown on his face. He clears his throat before speaking the most proper accent.

"You might be born with powers but there's a difference between special and extraordinary. And you are neither."

"That accent."

Five eyes you mischievously before lying down next to you.

"It's obnoxious, I know."

You send him a sympathetic smile as he looks at the darkening sky.

"Did he really say that to you?"

He shrugs with a blank face trying to hide any emotion from seeping through.

"Number 7 had it worse than any of us. He made her a special example because she was the only one without powers. She had to hear that statement everyday. And from the looks of it things didn't get better according to her book."

You thought Five's impression was funny, the words though not so much. And by the look in his eyes you could see that in some capacity he might have actually believed those words his father told them.

You turn your body in the direction of Five before placing your hand on his cheek and turning his face towards you.

"I think you're extraordinary, Five Hargreeves."

Five looks into your eyes, looking for any signs of deceit but he couldn't find any. He smiles at you before grabbing your hand that was laid on his cheek..

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Back at Griddy's,

Five knocks on the glass gaining the attention of the one of the Temps, he teleports as their finger pushes down on the trigger causing them to shoot at the glass. Five watches from the shadows and breaks a mop that sat beside him before teleporting next to the agent at the door and stabbing them in the side.

Five teleports behind another agent; who was distracted by the death of his coworker, Five uses his tie to choke the man to death. Another agent tries to sneak up on him only to get stabbed with a pencil in the dick, Five throws a plate at another agent with enough force that makes him crash into a wall before turning his attention back to the one in front of him and using the same pencil to stab the agent in the eye.

Five watches as two other agents turn towards him with their guns raised. He teleports out of the way causing the two to shoot each other to death.

Five looks down at the bloody and bruised bodies around him with a sadistic smile on his face, his uniform drenched in their blood, he walks up to the agent he choked out and grabs his tie, tying it around his neck. He turned his head to where he heard breathing and slowly walked up to the now maskless agent before snapping his neck.

He felt proud, like he somehow gave you a little bit of justice, He knew he couldn't save you; he didn't have a way back to the commission office but at least he felt like he could do this for you.

Five lets out a breathe before walking up to the counter and using a knife to cut into his skin not noticing cars pulling up in the parking lot behind him. He pulls out the tracker before walking outside and tosses it into the sewer.

Agents come out of their cars and surround him again.

Five sighs before taking his tie from around his neck and tying it around his wounded arm.

"Give me a fucking break."

One of the agents walks forward while the rest backup, taking cover behind their cars.

"It isn't standard protocol of the Temps Aeternalis to make such a spectacle."

Five crosses his arms, a dark glare making its way on his face.

"All of your corpses scattered in the store and around the parking lot isn't going to be 'discrete'.

The agent removes his mask.

"We don't want any trouble, Number 5. We just want you to come back and finish the job."

"That's unfortunate, because I am no longer in the practice of doing anything anyone wants me to do."

Five turns to walk away but the agent points his gun into the back of Five's head.

"Most unfortunate. Because my supervisors see you as a valuable asset to the commission."

The agent's hand shakes a little at the thought of taking the life of the person who they were explicitly told not to kill under in circumstances but if he wouldn't come willingly...

"An expensive acquisition, and a prize worth hunting until it has been captured..."

The agent lets out a breath before straightening their poster.

"Or killed."

"Well aren't you a bunch of tigers..."

The agent looks at him, confused.

"So hungry, so poised... All sharp teeth and swagger."

Five studies his surroundings as he speaks to the agent.

"A tiger shows a hundred stripes, but I know it has more than that. A tiger hides them. Do you know where it keeps them?"

"No-"

"Here's a hint."

Five teleports onto his shoulders and sticks his thumbs into his eyes, so deep that his blood comes out.

"Forget about the mission, Kill him!!"

Another agent yells out causing the others to shoot at the direction of the two men however Five already teleported by then causing them to shoot at the cars instead making them catch fire.

Five grabs a gun from the one of the car trunks as the cars start to blow up one by one killing the agents beside them.

"Get to cover!!"

Five's blood covered finger pushes down on the trigger, shooting some of the agents that tried to run.

He continues to teleport around gaining more agents attention and laughing as they keep blowing up more and more cars, killing their own members.

"Fast. Too Fast."

Five lands on the ground with the gun in his hand, burning bodies and cars surrounded the outside of Griddy's.

"I am in the jungle and I am too fast for you."

Five watches as one of the agents tries to crawl away.

"You have teeth and stripes and things that tear."

Five reloads the gun.

"But I am much too fast. You want my flesh, but you don't know where the jungle is...only I know where the jungle is...only I know."

Five shoots the agent in the head.

"I am a gazelle. I will always be faster than you."

Five lets out a satisfied laugh but that soon stops at the sound of static.

"W-we need them now...T-target confirmed in this area..."

Five teleports to where the voice was coming from.

"P-please send help..."

Five shoots the guy dead and let's out a sigh before static fills his ears again.

"Mission control dispatching Hazel and ChaCha..."

Five's eyes widened in fear.

"God dammit.."

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"Handler, Handler!!"

The Handler looked up from her desk in the direction of the panicked Agent that walked into the room.

"Unless this is about the two traitors, I don't want to hear it."

"It is ma'am. Five was last located at Griddy's, a call came in confirming the location before the line went dead. But it seems Five has somehow taken his tracking device out."

The Handler squeezes her fist tightly at the agent's words.

"Yes, Yes. I am aware. Any Idea where he is now?"

The agent shakes their head with a slight frown on their face.

"No Ma'am. Nothing recent."

"So he's missing..."

The agent nods.

"Yes Ma'am."

"And the other one?"

The agent looks down at the clipboard in their hands.

"Looks like she's in a different timeline. I've already made preparations to send agents after her."

"I've already sent the Hazels and ChaChas on this mission."

The agent's face paled at her words. The Hazels and ChaChas were good at their jobs, great even but three of the four were sick. They'd do anything to complete a mission. Anything.

"B-But I thought you wanted them back alive..."

The Handler stands up looking the agent dead in the eye.

"I told them to beat Five up a little if they have to but I need him alive. Do what they will with the other one."

The agent lets out a little gulp and nods nervously before leaving the room.

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You ducked into a theater with your hands covering your ears as the sounds of gunfire sounded in the air.

As soon as you left the commission building, you used the suitcase to bring you to the past. You remembered Five mentioning the day the apocalypse happened from some newspaper he found. You weren't there when it happened since you were dealing with your own issues under water but you took his word for it.

Not even an hour into leaving the commission office, did you encounter the sound of maniacal laughter. Hazel and ChaCha.

Luckily from the quick glance you got of them before ducking behind a seat, it seemed like it was only two of them which relieved you a little bit until you realized you had the blood thirsty ones on your trail.

"Y/N come out, come out, wherever you are."

"Fuck me...."

You whispered to yourself as you looked over the seats to see how far they were. Their pink and blue masks seemed like they were mocking you as they got closer and closer to your area.

"How'd they even..."

Duck back down and looked at your arm.

"Shit..."

The gun shots stopped for a second and you looked up to see what they were doing. The two men in masks were looking down at the tracking device in Chacha's hand before looking in the direction of where you hid. You quickly ducked back down, since the other people that were around started shooting in your direction. Catching the attention of Hazel and ChaCha.

You couldn't see them but in that moment you felt extreme terror. How were you going to get out of this?

You closed your eyes trying to think of a way to get yourself out of this situation.

You could use your siren voice but there was no way of knowing if they were wearing headphones under those masks.

Not to mention there was already so much going on in that moment. Bullets rain in the air, trying to hit whatever they could make contact with while a blinding white light burned your eyes as you tried to take a look at the commotion that was also happening behind you.

You pulled out a pocket knife that Johnny had slipped into your pocket. You winced as you cut deep into your arm before sticking your fingers in to pull out the tracker that was in there.

"Fuck!"

You didn't have too much time to worry about your wound because a voice started to yell above the commotion. You turned in the direction of the entrance to find a guy dressed in a red and white shirt, dark jeans and a green vest hopping over the stairs case. His hair was messy and he had dark makeup around his eyes, he looked about your age well... younger.

You started to panic as the agents turned their guns towards him. You rushed over; suitcase in hand, without even thinking and pulled the guy down and covered him with your arms as the guns fired off again.

You looked at the dude and checked for any injuries before looking over the seats again after finding none. Your eyes widened as you found the familiar face of a twenty year old Five hopping on the back of one of the agents and moving his gun to where he ended up shooting his own partners that were close by.

You're blinded again as the guy beside you, hands start to glow a similar shade of blue to Five's. Then you realize who this could be, a small smile makes its way on your face. One of Five's brothers that he'd always talk about. You were finally able to meet one though you wished it was under better circumstances.

He stands up and spreads his hands, the next thing you know all the agents are being thrown around or killed. You looked at him in amazement, this could only be Klaus. Five told you about his siblings powers but to actually see it in action.

"Wow. You're amazing."

The guy you assumed was Klaus smiled at your reaction and gave you a bashful look.

"Thank you. It was nothing."

Unknowingly to you, his ghost brother beside him let out a sigh as he continues to tear the other agents apart.

"Really Klaus?"

Your attention is pulled again ChaCha walks in, This was the female ChaCha, unlike her counterpart who was now making eye contact with her, she didn't have her mask.

She looks taken back at the sight of the other two before recognition filled her eyes.

"She's here?"

ChaCha nods at her.

"She is."

Five takes cover in the seats closest to watching as his brother uses his powers to conjure the other. His attention quickly shifts to you and his eyes filled with happiness and relief.

He teleports behind you and you jump as he places his hands on your shoulders taking your attention away from the brother in front of you.

Your eyes start to water as you face him, he sends you a small grin before pulling you into a hug. For you it might have only been two or three days but Five had eight long days without you. Tears fill his eyes at the warmth of your body against his, yours had already started to fall as you pulled him against you tighter. If it was one thing you two could admit, it's that being without the other was like hell.

You breathe in his scent before pulling back and placing your hands on his cheeks. You watch as his grin turns into a wide smile, one that showed off his dimples, tears of relief falling down his face. You pull his face closer to yours before giving him a lot of kisses around his face getting a genuine laugh from him. After you finish, he places his forehead against yours.

"I missed you."

He looks deep into your eyes.

"So m-much."

You pull him into another hug which causes him to whimper.

"But you can't stay here."

You pull your head back to look at him with questioning eyes.

"I need you to go back a few days.''

"Back?"

Five nods.

"I need you to find me and tell me it's Vanya."

Your eyes squint in confusion not processing what he meant.

"Do you understand?"

You shake your head.

"I just found you."

Five messes with the suitcase before handing it to you.

"I need you to understand."

You shake your head, not wanting to say goodbye.

"Please..."

You looked into his eyes and knew he wasn't going to change his mind on this one. You nodded with a sad look in your eye.

"Don't look at me like that."

Five frowns as he rubs your cheek with his thumb.

"You'll find me again."

You take a deep breath before giving him a nod of assurance.

"I won't let you down."

"I know you won't."

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Vanya walks down the hall to her apartment with a look of disgust on her face. The meeting she went to was distrubing to say the least. She had gone to the theatre where the person on the phone said he would be and discovered an orchestra there though the atmosphere didn't feel right. It felt more like a cult and at the head of it was the conductor.

He had forced her to play a song to show off her skill before telling her of a piece he wrote. He called it, 'The Apocalypse Suite.'

Vanya thought it was a waste of time and turned to leave with him taunting her as she did. It all felt like some type of sick joke.

Vanya took a breath to calm her nerves before unlocking her door and stepping inside. She jumped in fright when the lamp on the other side of the room lit up to reveal Five sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other.

"Jesus!"

"You should really have locks on your windows."

Vanya looked at him confused as she placed her keys down and turned to lock the door.

"I live on the second floor."

He gave her the most blank stare.

"Rapists can climb."

There was a beat of silence.

"You are so weird."

Five studies her as she sits on the couch. Vanya nervously rubs her hands against her pants before giving him a concerned look.

"Is that blood?"

Five slightly glances at his collar and soothes himself by rubbing his fingers together.

"It's nothing."

Vanya looks at him like she doesn't buy it but there was no use trying to get any answers from him, she learnt that from her father.

"Why are you here?"

Five pauses a moment to think about what he wanted to say.

"I've decided you're the only one I can trust."

"Why me?"

"Because you're ordinary."

Five watches as a crestfallen look befalls her face. He backtracks after he realizes that was the wrong thing to say.

"Because you'll listen."

Vanya gets up and goes into the bathroom to get things to help heal his self inflicted wound. She winces as he reveals it before cleaning it.

Five talks to her about the future, he eyes glaze over as he remembers the wreckage he found, the flames that surrounded the city, the lifeless bodies. Everything a thirteen year old boy shouldn't have witnessed.

As Five opens up to her about what he saw and how he felt, Vanya begins to look at him sceptically.

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[auxiliarydetective]

AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 10: Tongue-Tied

AP-01 Masterlist

This fic is part of the Academy Projects series, a full rewrite of The Umbrella Academy with the addition of an original character, Kassandra Hargreeves. Throughout the story, you'll stumble across a few songs. This is supposed to make the fic feel as much like the show as possible, so I recommend you don't skip them.

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, child abuse, detailed descriptions of injury (?)

Grace’s soft hum danced over the air as Kassandra snuck down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. For as neat as her uniform shoes were, it took some skill to make them stay quiet. Finally, she reached the basement kitchen and leaned against the broken wall serving as an entrance, just watching. Grace was standing at one of the counters, carefully measuring ingredients for another one of her creations. But she was still attentive as always, it seemed, as she stopped humming and turned around, her eyes widened in surprise.

“Kassandra?” she gasped. “Shouldn’t you be studying?”

“I finished early,” Kassandra declared. “What are you making?”

“I’m making brownies. I figured you could all use a little snack after all the hard work you’ve been doing.”

Kassandra just stared and blinked for a moment, then came a little closer to the counter, looking at all of the ingredients. So, all of these mixed together were supposed to make soft, chocolaty brownies? Most of these weren’t even brown! Did they really mix that well?

“Can I help?” she finally asked. “I want to learn.”

“Your father wouldn’t be happy,” Grace replied, “about you wasting the time you should be spending on studying for missions on something you don’t have to worry about.”

This caused little Kassandra to pout. “I’m already useless for missions anyway,” she nearly shouted. “And Dad always says debriefing after a mission is just as important as planning beforehand and you give us treats after a job well done, so we should have treats after a mission, and I want to at least make those. Also, they make everyone happy,” she added quietly, “and I want people to be happy.”

“Kassandra…” Grace sighed, and ran a finger along her daughter’s face, lifting her chin. “You aren’t useless. Handicap or not, you’re still a valuable asset to the team. Your brothers and sister will be relying on your valuable insights during missions to keep them out of danger. They trust you more than anyone else.”

“But I can’t make them happy! Dad still locks Klaus in the mausoleum and Ben—”

She was interrupted by her lips snapping shut and her words getting stuck in her throat like pointy rocks, the force of her voice bumping into the blockade and recoiling into her lungs, making her let out a pained squeak.

“Shhh, shhh, don’t speak now,” Grace shushed her, gently placing a finger over Kassandra’s mouth. “It’s alright. Your siblings—”

“What’s going on here?!” Sir Reginald’s voice echoed against the high ceiling. “Number Eight? What are you doing here? You should be studying.”

“I finished early,” Kassandra replied weakly.

“Nonsense. There’s no such thing as finishing early. So you’ve finished the plans of the city hall? Continue with Icarus Theater. Back to your desk you go.”

“Yes, Dad,” Kassandra muttered, and her mother and father watched as she pattered back up the stairs.

Little did they know that, invisible to them, an adult Kassandra was sitting on the kitchen table, taking a trip down memory lane. In a blueish purple haze, Sir Reginald disappeared and the scene changed. Grace was in a new outfit, the ingredients on the counter had changed, the shelves were differently stocked…

Into the kitchen came a slightly older but still little Kassandra with a bandaged forearm, the lights seeming to dim when she walked in.

“Kassandra!” Grace gasped. “You really should be resting. You gave me quite a scare, fainting like that, and then your fever… I’m still not convinced you haven’t caught an infection.”

“The bearded man said the tattoo’s not infected and the doctor said I’m fine,” Kassandra said. Then, her eyes and tone turned pleading. “Please, just let me help. I need to help.”

Grace sighed. “Alright. But wash your hands first. I’ll get you an apron.”

Kassandra nodded, a little shakily, and her older self watched as she pulled a stepping stool over to the sink despite not really needing it. She watched as this little girl held her hands under the water and grew to hate them, fear them, see them as her greatest weakness.

“Mom,” the little girl said when her mother came back, “I’ve finally decided what I want for my birthday. Is it too late?”

“It is a bit last minute,” Grace replied, carefully tying the apron behind her daughter’s back. “But it’s not too late.”

“... I’d like a pair of gloves.”

Kassandra shook her head and let the memories fade, instead turning her attention towards the clock on the wall. It had been ages. Where on earth was Grace? Kassandra herself hadn’t been late; she had been in the kitchen on time for their baking session, but Grace herself still hadn’t shown up. Could she have just forgotten? If so, then… Come to think of it, she had also forgotten that Sir Reginald had died, so… something was clearly wrong. And her odd behaviour these last few days…

Maybe, Kassandra told herself, she just has to recharge, immediately recognizing those words as Diego’s excuse at the funeral.

Still, it was maybe the best option. So, Kassandra took her apron off and hung it on one of the hooks, then snuck herself some food and headed back up the stairs. She made her way up the grand staircase, glancing over at Grace’s gallery. Really, there she was, sitting on her sofa and doing a cross-stitch. That meant it had to have been a kink in the recharge cycle, right?

With that worry out of her mind, Kassandra retreated to her room, finding herself oddly exhausted. She hadn’t been doing that much over these past few days. There was no reason for her to be this exhausted, she told herself. Nonetheless, exhausted she was, and so she dug out her headphones and put on some music, then lied down on her bed. She let herself sink into the sounds drifting out of the speakers, letting them drown out everything else. Unfortunately, that meant she sensed the danger far too late.

When she noticed herself getting sleepy, she turned off her music and ran her fingers through her hair. But as she stretched out her mental antennae to find out if the bathroom was free, she not only found Klaus having the time of his life bathing – with the door open, again – but also an unknown presence. Two, in fact. In Luther’s room. A shiver went down Kassandra’s spine at their intentions, at the guns she realized they held, and a panicked, electric crackle travelled through her veins, mixing with the heavy sludge of guilt. She looked around her room in search of something to fight back with but found nothing. So, what now? Her heart racing in her chest, she slipped into her heels, then tiptoed towards the door, hoping she could at least attempt to warn Klaus. All that practice of sneaking around the house had to amount to something, right?

So, she opened the door as quietly as possible and slid out of her room, balancing her weight on the tip of her toes so her heels wouldn’t hit the ground. But her efforts were made futile by Diego stomping down the hallway in his combat boots, and she didn’t know whether to be angry, terrified, or happy to see him.

“Kass!” he called. “Is Five back yet?”

A jerk went through Kassandra’s body and she choked, looking at him with pleading, milky-white eyes.

“Ah, shit,” Diego growled, pulling out one of his knives, “I know that face. Where?”

Stiffly, Kassandra turned around and pointed to Luther’s room, staring into the faces of  two creepy carnival masks. A blue bear and a pink dog. Only a blink of an eye later, they opened fire, and everything happened too fast.

Diego pulled Kassandra down by the shoulder and started sprinting down the hallway, but she pushed him away, a bullet grazing her arm. They couldn’t get him. They couldn’t get them both. So, Kassandra ran for the stairs, that little servant’s pathway behind the way to the attic, her saving grace. Hidden behind a corner, she watched the bullets go past, Diego’s knives weaving in-between but ending in a metallic clang. There was silence for a moment. Diego must have hidden away and the intruders advanced, Kassandra thought, her blood rushing in her ears. The blue bear went past her to look for Diego, but the pink dog had to be around the corner, cold-blooded murder on their mind.

Just as Kassandra sensed the dog growing near, she bolted down the stairs, hoping the intruder would follow. Bullets spewed past her head as she tried to get a read on her opponent’s mind. But this took all of her attention. She stumbled, missed the edge of the next step, and tripped with a yelp. With a loud thud, her shoulder slammed into the stairs and she tumbled down. Down, down, down, trying not to let her head crash into the steps.

Finally, she landed on solid ground on the floor below, paralyzed by fear and pain. Her head was spinning, her muscles ached, and she hoped and prayed she hadn’t broken a bone. For a few seconds that might have been minutes, she lay there in silence, listening to steps thundering down from the attic and gunshots echoing in the lobby. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes but she swallowed them down and picked herself up. Her right ankle was throbbing, the ankle strap on her shoe digging into her flesh. Quickly and quietly, she unbuckled the straps of her heels, gritting her teeth to ignore the pain. She had had worse. She had gotten stabbed before and lived, this was nothing. It was all nothing. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that her siblings were a couple rooms over and that they needed her help. So, Kassandra took off her shoes and placed them at the bottom of the stairs, then she pressed on through the servant’s pathway, leaning against the wall for support, keeping her thoughts hidden. Feelings, intentions, voices and sounds rained down upon her but she went on, focused on a single pattern of waves: Vanya. Vanya had stumbled her way into this mess and Kassandra saw it as her duty to get her out of it.

A familiar blur in her vision, she finally reached the exit towards the drawing room and gathered herself one more time. She closed her eyes and listened, letting the various waves and signals flow through her.

“Hey, asshole,” she heard Luther call, and she felt the blue bear turn around.

That was her chance. Kassandra pushed open the door to the drawing room, appearing from behind a bookcase near their father’s painting.

“Vanya!” she hissed, spotting her sister lying on the coffee table.

No answer.

Vanya! She called again, this time through her mind, and Vanya listened.

Lifting her head, she saw Kassandra behind the bookcase, but had her troubles getting up. Head wound. Drowsy. Maybe a concussion. Whoever that blue bear was, he was strong. Pressing her teeth together, Kassandra made a push from out behind the bookcase, across the room.

“Kass,” Vanya gasped, “what happened?”

“Fell down the stairs, nothing major,” Kassandra uttered. “Come on.”

She pulled Vanya up from the table and hooked her arm around her sister’s waist, Vanya mirroring her. Kassandra dragged her back to the servants’ pathway, the crashing and grunting of Luther and the bear cracking each other’s skulls flowing over from the entrance hall.

“Go in, go,” Kassandra whispered, giving her a push.

But Vanya didn’t let her go. “Wh- what about you?” she stammered.

“I need to go help Klaus, he doesn’t know what’s going on.”

“But you came from here, can’t you go back through here?”

“It’s bad enough if they get one of us, they shouldn’t get us both. Luther is keeping that freak busy, so I’ll just sprint on past.”

“You just fell down the stairs, I don’t think you can sprint.”

“Vanya—”

“And I don’t know where I’m going, I’ve never been in here.”

Kassandra let out an exasperated sigh, then begrudgingly slid back into the pathway with Vanya. The bookcase clicked shut and the sounds of battle faded, though there were still gunshots somewhere in the house.

“Come on,” Kassandra murmured, then headed for a nearby narrow staircase.

She snuck down the stairs, the wooden floor both cold and warm beneath her feet, Vanya right behind her. At the bottom, she paused again.

“There, at the end of the hallway, that’s the entrance to the boiler room. Hide in there, you’ll be safe. I’m going back up.”

“What if I went and got Klaus and you rested here?” Vanya cut in.

“Are you saying that you can sense where the enemies are?” Kassandra replied.

To that, Vanya stayed silent, and Kassandra hurried up the stairs, a piercing pain shooting up her leg with every step. Still, she sped up, up the basement stairs, through the labyrinth within the walls, then up to the kids’ rooms. By now, she was dizzy and nauseous, just trying to stay upright. But she swallowed it down and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear her mind. Still, there was nothing but white noise and an uneasy feeling in her bones.

She opened the pathway and closed it behind her, then rushed into Klaus’s room, throwing the door open. Klaus yelped in surprise, standing there in just a towel and his headphones, having been happily dancing.

“Kass!” he squealed. “Couldn’t you knock?!”

“No time, there’s—”

The words got struck in her throat and she coughed, spitting out little droplets of blood.

“Hey now, you know you shouldn’t do that,” Klaus blurted out, patting her arm in an attempt to comfort her. “Let me just get dressed, okay? What’s the plan?”

“We need to—”

Thud.

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Some TUA Fic Recs!

These are some of my absolute favourite “Umbrella Academy” fanfics! All of these fics are finished, except for one. Please note that most of the tags I am including are not all of the tags on the fic, they are mostly the general ones and warning ones. Also, all of the word counts have been rounded. (all fics are on ao3)

“Against the Waves” by noodlerdoodler | Rated T | 3,200 Words | Main Relationship: Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Fluff, Nightmares | Synopsis: 

“Charming. Isn’t my company entertaining enough for you?” Dramatically, Klaus threw up a hand against his forehead and collapsed onto his bed as if he were wounded.

“Don’t be an ass,” His brother rolled his eyes but there was a fond expression on his face, “You know that some of us aren’t actually nocturnal?”

Klaus stuck his tongue out, “What are you doing up then?”

Instantly, his brother’s defences snapped back up and he scowled, “I t-t-t-tol-tol-told y-y-you th-“

Whatever his excuses were, Klaus couldn’t be bothered to hear them. As lowly as the others thought of him, he was actually pretty intuitive and it was obvious the real reason Diego was out of bed was because something was bothering him. He wasn’t one to just wander around after hours for no reason- that was more Klaus’s gig. Whatever it was had really gotten under his skin. Unfortunately, his brother was too emotionally constipated to say what was on his mind. 

| Comments: Very sweet. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26519572

“Business Man'' by Cate_Olivyn | Rated T | 6,800 Words | Main Relationship: Five Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Major Character Death, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Intoxication, Ghosts, Temporary Character Death | Synopsis: 

“Terminate David and Klaus Katz.”

Five ignored the pang of guilt that accompanied the name, because it was only a stranger with his brother’s name. He ignored the ugly feeling in his chest when he saw his mark, and he looked so much like the man he left to rot in the apocalypse.

But he can’t ignore the pain in his brother’s eyes when he talks about a love lost, and a life in another time. 

| Comments: Pain. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40455777

“Firestarter” by Melivian | Rated T | 8,900 Words | Main Relationship: Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Minor Violence, Drug Addiction, Past Character Death, Deteriorating Relationships | Synopsis: 

"It's funny," Klaus said. "You start out with something so great. And you think it'll stay great forever, so you'll do anything to hang onto it, you know? But then one day you realize it's turned into something else when you weren't looking. And you don't know whose fault it is, or how to make it right again. All you know is that you're holding the same pieces, but suddenly they don't fit together anymore."

Ben said nothing.

"What happened to us, Ben?"

~~~

Ben, Klaus, and two very different Halloweens eight years apart. 

| Comments: Heartbreaking, but good. A character study of Klaus and Ben's relationship. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34527199

“I can die when I’m done” by Kaufmann | Rated T | 3,300 Words | Main Relationship: Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Missing Scene, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks | Synopsis: 

Klaus breathed quickly through his nose, panting and panicking. At his side, Ben was muttering assurances of comfort, telling him to calm down. But Klaus couldn't calm down, because the closet was too small and dark and reminded him of the mausoleum and he would be locked in there, alone with ghosts and...

Klaus writhed violently, shouting as loud as he could with the tape in his mouth, looking at Blue and Pink in panic and fear. [...] Klaus shouted once again, choking on his breath and the tears that threatened to suffocate him, a chorus of no, no, no, no in his mind.

Or

In the show, after Klaus reveals the little information he knew to Hazel and Cha-Cha, we have a time jump and in the next scene, he's locked in a small closet in the motel room.

But what happened after he revealed the information? How did he end up in the closet? How did he handle the long hours locked up until Hazel and Cha-Cha came back late at night? How did he handle the guilt of telling about Five? How did he handle flashbacks and panic attacks? 

| Comments: More pain. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32148223

“Relics in Amber'' by bacondoughnut | Rated T | 8,400 Words | Main Relationship: Dave Katz/Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Past Rape/Non-Con, Hurt/Comfort, Klaus and Dave in Vietnam, Drug Use, Alcoholism, Angst, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse | Synopsis:

 "Klaus," Dave tries tentatively.                                     

He almost asks if Klaus is okay, but the answer's already clear enough, and that question dies on his tongue. He can't immediately think of anything else to say though, and the silence makes Klaus's quiet whimpering all but deafening.                                         

And Dave doesn't know how to handle this.                            ��  

Or; the one where Klaus has a very bad night, and Dave is there to help. 

| Comments: One of the first Klaus/Dave fics I read. Quite sad, but very soft. I’ve read this fic multiple times, it just hits all the spots. (this fic is locked, so you can only read it if you’re logged in)|

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40237791

“Single Red Thread” by riverwrenwrites | Rated T | 38,000 Words | Main Relationship: Dave Katz/Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Vampire AU, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort | Synopsis: 

In 1716, Klaus has lost the love of his life in a horrible tragedy and found himself cursed with immortality. 

In 2019, Dave and his hunting partner Elliot are investigating a number of disappearances, and when they find themselves face to face with the vampire they think is behind it, Dave can't shake the feeling that he's met this man before... 

| Comments: I don’t usually read AUs, and especially not AUs like this, but I like this writer and I was going through all of their TUA stuff. Very cute. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28650759

“Sneaking Out for Snowmen” by MalecAcid | Rated G | 800 Words | Main Relationship: Ben Hargreeves & Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Fluff, Pre-Canon | Synopsis: 

"We should build a snowman." Diego said, excitedly clapping his cold hands together.

OR

Nothing but fluff ensues when Diego, Klaus, and Ben sneak out to build a snowman. 

| Comments: Cute. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28308621

“Someday (c’est la vie, c’est la vie)” by JaggedEmeraldsOfGold | Rated G | 5,200 Words | Main Relationship: Ben Hargreeves & Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Pre-Canon, Fluff, No Incest | Synopsis: 

“Because I don’t go memorizing locations of old board games, especially when they’re in a dumpster,” Ben says, and Klaus doesn’t deign that with a response, instead climbing the precariously balanced trash bag pile, one hand reaching for the top edge of the dumpster while the other clutches the thin cardboard box to his chest. He drops himself over the edge, and lets himself fall on his ass onto the cement, hoping there isn’t something he wouldn’t voluntarily sit in waiting for him. There isn’t, he finds, and he climbs to his feet as Ben appears next to him, all collected and unbothered and otherwise immaculate.

“Come come!” Klaus tells him, and starts down the alley, away from the dumpster, staggering a few steps until he regains his footing. “Diego will love this, we’ll have a bunch of fun, and he’ll thank me for the relaxing break from work.”

“He isn’t— he won’t,” Ben calls after him, but Klaus feels him follow him out of the alley and back to the McDonald’s anyways.

Or: 21 year old Klaus and Diego (and Ben) chilling in a car, and then a McDonald's. 

| Comments: Also cute. I’m a sucker for these three. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32896588

“Something Blue” by lemur_catta | Rated T | 2,200 Words | Main Relationship: Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Angst, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Childhood Trauma | Synopsis: 

Diego angsts his way through Allison's wedding to Patrick, unable to curb his growing disconnection from Klaus. (Takes place pre-season 1, 2013-ish.) 

| Comments: Sad. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41289621

“Ten Months” by Majure | Rated M | 150,000 Words | Main Relationship: Dave Katz/Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Minor Character Death, Klaus and Dave during Vietnam, Period-Typical Homophobia, Drug Use, Alcoholism, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Explicit Sex, Ghosts | Synopsis: 

It makes him sad, sometimes, that in order to find acceptance, Klaus has to travel back fifty years into one of the bloodiest wars of American history. Most of the time, he doesn't care. His family probably doesn't even notice he's missing anyway.

---

Dave is looking at him, eyes soft and heavy lidded. “What did you say to that guy?” he asks, head resting on the wall, body turned towards Klaus.

“Ah,” Klaus laughs, dropping his hand to take a drink. “Just mouthed off. You know how I am.”

“That mouth will get you in trouble some day,” Dave says softly.

Klaus looks up, swallowing. “Some people like my mouth,” he says.

“I do.” 

| Comments: This fic is not finished, and has not been updated in 2 years, but it is well worth it, I promise! I read it twice in two months, and it gave me all the emotions. I had to stop at one point because I started crying (I don’t cry while reading fics very often). Very good fic. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18214736

“The Wedding That Never Was” by Cate_Olivyn | Rated T | 2,500 Words | Main Relationship: Allison Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Grief/Mourning, Intoxication, Missing Scene | Synopsis: 

Allison leaves the wedding after her argument with Viktor with a plan: take a bottle of booze and lock herself in her room where no one can bother her. This plan takes an unexpected turn when she finds Klaus half conscious in the upstairs hallway. 

| Comments: A little cathartic to be honest. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40268313

“The Zoo Is Better When It’s Not Dead” by sharkneto | Rated G | 11,000 Words | Main Relationship: Five Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Sibling Bonding | Synopsis: 

Klaus needs a distraction from missing Ben. Five needs a distraction from... well, everything. Somehow, that means a day at the zoo. 

| Comments: Actually acknowledges Five’s trauma, wow, a miracle. Very sweet, though a little disturbing at points. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32488858

“Things That We Got Wrong” by evesbeve | Rated T | 22,000 Words | Main Relationship: Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Pre-Canon, Drug Use, Overdose, No Incest, Hurt/Comfort, Angst | Synopsis: 

Ben suposes death isn't the weirdest thing that has happened to him. Becoming best friends with Klaus though? That he never would have guessed. 

| Comments: *cries* I love them, your honour! |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19794943

“Trouble Child” by ToriAnne | Rated M | 65,000 Words | Main Relationship: Klaus Hargreeves & Everyone | Important Tags: Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Post-Canon, Post-Season 3, Body Horror | Synopsis: 

The tentative peace between the Hargreeves siblings and their father is disrupted when Klaus returns from an unexpected trip to the afterlife with his powers restored. In the ensuing struggle, Klaus could be Five's greatest advantage, which turns him into Reginald's number one target.                    Hargreeves now remembers both his timelines, after all, and he is keenly aware that the most overlooked aspect of Klaus' abilities could lead to his downfall. 

| Comments: Very good. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41254302

“Who You Gonna Call..?” by riverwrenwrites | Rated T | 130,000 Words | Main Relationship: Diego Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Buddy Cop AU, Murder Mystery, Fluff, Angst, Drug Use, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Sibling Bonding, No Incest, Mild Gore | Synopsis: 

At the ripe old age of 25, Diego is still struggling with that age-old problem of balancing work and pleasure. Especially when, for him, work is being a desk-bound police detective, and pleasure is running around back alleys as a masked vigilante. Lucky for him, he may have just stumbled on the perfect unsolvable case that will finally have him taking his career seriously. Unlucky for him, the only hope he has of cracking said unsolvable case lies with his drug riddled, party going, fashion innovator of a brother. 

| Comments: First long fic I read! Very good, have read multiple times. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18371999

Honourable Mentions: These are some of the WIPs I’m reading.

“Chained” by Salvador_Daley | Rated M | Currently 50,000 Words | Main Relationship: Ben Hargreeves & Klaus Hargreeves | Important Tags: Pre-Canon, Murder Mystery, Angst, Drug Use, Blood and Injury | Synopsis: 

“Hey, er…” He’s forgotten the boy’s name. Something with a G. Was it Gavin? Or Garth? “Hey, buddy. I got somewhere to be, but if you wake up now we can go for round two before I have to leave.”

Twenty-two-year-old Klaus Hargreeves awakes following a one-night stand with an enigmatic young artist.

Apart from a stinking hangover, he now has two problems: he possesses almost no memory of the night before and there’s a gruesome surprise in the bed.

Accused of a horrific crime, and with the police watching his every move, he faces a race against time to clear his name.

If he can only stay sober long enough to patch together the memories of that night, he might just stand a chance. 

| Comments: Hasn’t updated in a few months, but I have hope. Has you on the edge of your seat and suspicious of everyone. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34364929

“Where You Gonna Run To?” by ToriAnne | Rated T | Currently 43,000 Words | Main Relationship: Just the Brellies with each other | Important Tags: No Paradox AU, Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Linear Narrative, Domestic Violence, Past Child Abuse, Religious Abuse | Synopsis: 

Sparrow AU with no paradox. Ben uncovers a mystery in his father's office and won't rest until he has answers.

This is how the Umbrellas changed and remained the same as they lived separate lives, how they found each other even so, and what happened when they did. 

| Comment: Updates every Wednesday. Excited to see where this fic goes. |

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44881930

[lilyoftheharvest]

Hi everybody. I’m looking to play Klaus Hargreeves opposite a Five. I’m very open to plots and have a few rough ideas but I very much so like reciprocation and equal exchanges so it would be good to find a partner who is happy to eagerly plot.

The ideas include

- Klaus wakes up in the apocalypse at some point and suddenly he and Five are in this together.

- 60’s story where they land together and realise they’re going to be there alone for a while. They start to build a life together that starts as a means of surviving in town to monitor the alley but quickly grows into the reason they are happy.

- Klaus as the Lila character AU where he is raised by the Handler who sends him in at one point or another to get close to Five, which is naturally a hard task.

- Subway AU where Klaus is the one there instead of Lila.

- Time loop type situ where Five keeps resetting time over and over again to save Klaus from a self-inflicted state (Post S2?) but when he realises the way to stop it actually happen is to help Klaus live, they begin to spend more and more time together.

- One of them is a Sparrow AU, with all that star crossed lover goodness.

- CIA Five and Medium Klaus, where there’s a Pushing Daisies style vibe. Klaus is on a list, Five reaches out for help with a case.

- Post S4 where they are both reincarnated in a way and live a different life, but things have started to change recently and they have been having dreams of their old life. When they meet, they feel like being apart from each other is torture and start spending more and more time together trying to figure things out. Bonus points for there being an affair.

- I am open to any and all concepts so share your own ideas!

Things I would love to include : mutual obsession, jealousy, possession but in a cute way, addiction and relapse, PTSD, Five killing anyone who looks at Klaus wrong…

About me

I'm 21+ and looking for the same. I write multi-para to novella style and have zero limits so angst and dark themes aplenty for me! I love side characters so would adore finding a partner that is willing to explore other characters and relationships outside of the main pairing. There’s so many incredible bonds to be studied in a show like this. Discord preferred.

It's important to note that I am currently only looking for partners who are available to write frequently. I am a daily replier. Real life always comes first and I have my own responsibilities BUT I am not looking to write with someone who is only about once or twice a week. Thank you. ❤️

Like this (or DM me, which is even better!) and I will reach out so you can tell me about yourself!. ☂️☂️

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Always Present

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Ben may not be able to touch him anymore, but he still has his ways of keeping them intimate. Warnings: Dubious consent, drug use, sex work, and implied underage sex Word Count: 3,657 Ship(s): Klaus Hargreeves/Ben Hargreeves

Archive link!

A/N: So I decided to do a kind of character study about Ben and Klaus and what their relationship might have been. It end up being kind of sad but given that Klaus gets Ben back in a way in S3 I think that gives some natural catharsis. Thank you all so much for reading! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The evening air bit at his skin as he stumbled closer and closer to the edge of the alleyway where he had been trying to pick up guys. Something was coursing through his system that was making him feel like he was floating five feet in the air with every step that he took. A voice in the back of his brain was telling him to lift his foot, bring it forward, and then set it down so that he could continue to move in the direction that he needed to. The voice soundly oddly similar to Ben, which didn’t make a lot of sense to him since he couldn’t see his spectral shadow anywhere.

He couldn’t see a lot of things right now, though, so that wasn’t a huge shock to him.

He knew a couple of things about the situation that he had found himself in. He was wearing his favorite feathery coat, the one that had a thousand pockets inside of it and was warm enough to keep him from freezing on the streets without being big enough to make it so he didn’t look sexy anymore. He had on a pair of very uncomfortable pants, the ones that he always wore when he was trying to pick up the high paying guys. He knew that he was wearing a clean shirt underneath it all, but he couldn’t remember where he had got it from or even what it was.

He was floating and he felt good, even though there was a hand on te middle of his back and he was be guided down an alleyway to someone’s car. He really didn’t like it when the guys wanted them to sleep in his car because he was aware that they could just start up the vehicle and drive him away to murder him. So far nothing like that had happened that he could remember, but it was always a fear hanging around his mind even when he was incredibly out of it on whatever it was he had taken.

The door to the car was opened for him and Klaus entered into the backseat as if it was muscle memory. He couldn’t tell if it was at this point because his bones didn’t even feel like they existed. He didn’t know what he had taken but he wished that he had enough of it to make it last a lifetime because he felt amazing.

He backed himself up against the door on the other side so that part of his back and all of his lanky legs were along the seats. The man that had escorted him out of the alley clambered over top of him so that his knees were on either side of Klaus’ hips. He had closed the door behind him so that they had some relative privacy.

Klaus felt his heartbeat jump into his throat as he heard the locks on the doors of the car snap shut, keeping him in there unless he was able to clear his brain enough to figure out how they came undone. He wished that it was easier to do that and still feel as blissfully out of it as he was. He knew that it wasn’t. This was the trade off that he made for not having to deal with the constantly screaming spirits that had plagued him since he was a child. He sacrificed safety and clarity for comfort and reprieve.

“You really are beautiful, you know,” the man said. 

The intoxicated superhero realized that he had said something like that before, so he began to wrack his floaty, spaced-out brain for something that he should say in return. He couldn’t find anything, but luckily he didn’t need to as someone whispered what he was supposed to say directly into his ear. “You’re not so bad looking yourself. Now, are we going to get down to business?”

The guy looked a bit shocked but then gave a nod. “Right, right. The guy that I talked to about where to find you said that I should bring lubes and a condom,” he dug into his pocket and then revealed the items.

The voice kept whispering into Klaus’ ears, so he kept talking. “That’s right. You know, I charge extra for guys that I want to fuck me and don’t just want a suck in a back alley.”

“I came prepared for that too,” he replied. It was really awkward to watch the guy move back so that he was sitting on his haunches and could dig through the other pocket. For a moment, Klaus wondered if he had ever slept with a guy before or if he was experimenting with some back-street prostitute that had a ghost for a pimp.

He pulled out a wad of cash with the hand that wasn’t holding the supplies and then tried to hand it over to Klaus. Whoever was telling him what to say told him to take the money, so he did. He shoved it into the pocket of his coat, the one that none of the cops had been able to find all the times that he had been arrested and dragged to jail. As soon as his money was safely where it could be found later when he was a little bit more sober, he removed his jacket and let it fall against the back seat.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” he asked, only because the voice told him to. Whoever it was that was guiding him through this interaction seemed rather antsy to get the whole ordeal over with. Klaus didn’t really understand why because as far as he could see, he was warm and the man above him seemed too nervous to be a serial killer or an abuser.

“Uh, uh, right,” he stuttered, his eyes going wide. The man reached the hand that wasn’t holding the condom and lube down to his pants so that he could yank at his zipper. As soon as it was undone, he shoved them down about six inches and then removed his cock. It was a little embarrassing to see that he was already hard at the mere idea of fucking Klaus when they had done literally nothing other than get in his car and exchange money.

Klaus was no stranger to embarrassing sexual experiences though, so he didn’t think much about it. Instead he reached down to his own pants and began to wiggle them off. He tilted his head back so that he could see the windows, just to make sure that they were tinted and no one was standing outside, waiting to catch them. That was one of the worst hookups that Klaus had ever had, one where the cop had gotten all the way through fucking him before he revealed that it was a trap and brought him right to rehab.

There was no one standing outside of the window and he took note of the fact that the glass was tinted, which was going to make it remarkably harder for them to get caught. Klaus preferred it like that, because it made his job so much easier.

The ex-superhero got his pants down just far enough that his entire ass was open for use, but not so far down that it would take him longer than about thirty seconds to put his clothes back on. The man hovering over him had just finished sliding the condom over his member. His hands were quivering slightly as he discarded the crinking package that the protection had come in. The man uncapped the lube and then spread a reasonable amount of his cock.

Without any preparation or even asking if Klaus had prepped himself, not that he could remember if he had or not, the man moved the head of his cock so that it was against Klaus’ hole. He pressed in with a fluid motion in his hips, breaching the tight circle of muscle and forcing his member even deeper despite the resistance he was being met with.

“Relax, baby,” the voice that had been telling Klaus what to do for the past ten minutes whispered directly into his ear. It was only then that he realized it was Ben, the superhero that had been guiding him through every moment of his drug-addled adventure on the streets after he had left that house. He felt his heart swell with adoration in his chest as he thought about how grateful he was that Ben was still with him even after Klaus had dismissed the ghost begging him again and again to get clean and live a better life. He loved Ben more than he ever knew how to express, which is why he hadn’t just ignored the advice that the other man had given him and let himself be killed. He was living because Ben wanted him to live, even if that meant prostitution and more drugs than one person should reasonably ever get their hands on at once.

Klaus let out a breathless moan, his back arching off of the seat a little bit. The muscles in his back were constricting so hard that they hurt like nothing had in a long time. The stretch around his hole was uncomfortable and burned. This didn’t feel at all like the sex that he wanted to be having, and that was when he realized that he was beginning to sober from whatever he had been high on. He wasn’t sure if that was because of how uncomfortable the sex was or just because it had been a while since he had taken anything.

“I know that it hurts, but it’ll hurt less if you just relax,” Ben informed him gently. He could almost feel his lover’s hands on his hips. 

He could starkly remember the first time that they had done something like this, but it had been a lot more pleasant. There had been a lot of nervous shaking from the both of them, especially since Klaus was suffering through a little bit of withdrawal due to the mission they had most recently come off. Ben had hovered above him after what felt like hours and hours of fingering him until he was wide enough open that he could probably take two cocks. Yet as soon as the other teenager had pressed into Klaus, he had felt like they hadn’t done any prep. They had stopped after every inch to that Klaus could adjust and the experience could be pleasurable for the both of them.

But that wasn’t what was happening here. Here and now, the man was pressing into him steadily without even checking to make sure that the other was okay. Klaus was used to that happening though. No one really cared about the health and wellbeing of the guy that they had just paid two hundred dollars for a quick fuck to.

He did pause once he had bottomed out, though. Klaus finally had the time to focus on relaxing all of his back muscles and his hole so that it was more comfortable to have the intrusion. He realized then that he hadn’t cleaned out before he had stumbled out of the apartment he was loitering in, so it was likely that the guy was going to be grossed out once all of this was done and over with. Thankfully there was a condom between him and everything in Klaus’ entrance, so it wasn’t going to be as gross as it could have been.

“Don’t think about him, don’t think about what comes after. Let your mind think about me and only me,” Ben whispered. 

Klaus was well aware that he wasn’t sober enough to conjure any ghosts or make them solid enough to touch anything, which was something he had only been able to do once as a child and would likely forget as soon as he got high enough again, but he could almost feel the featherlight kisses against his jaw.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Ben reassured him softly. “Imagine that it’s me above you. Our lives are wonderful, we’ve got that apartment that we always wanted. You don’t have to do this shit to get money and you don’t have to resort to hard drugs to make the ghosts go away. We’re spending some time together after a date, we were so excited that we just couldn’t wait until we had gotten home. I took you into the backseat and played with you so much that you started begging me to fuck you so I just had to oblige.”

The ex-superhero’s cock began to fill at the idea of coming apart in his lover’s hands. It was one of his favorite things, before that fateful mission, to spend the lonely hours of the night wrapped up in his boyfriend as they took each other apart piece by piece after a joint shared between them. It was something that he was never going to experience again, and that made him sad, but he was just high enough to be able to ignore that.

“Good job, baby, you’re doing so well,” Ben whispered. The man above Klaus had moved his hands so that he was grasping the back of the backseat as well as the headrest for the driver’s seat. Klaus was used to people not wanting to touch more of him than they had to despite the fact that they were having sex with him, which always seemed strange but he had grown up with only the weirdest.

“Imagine that’s my cock driving into you. It’s got that curve that you like, the one that can hit your spot every single time I thrust into you,” Ben commanded him. Klaus threw his head back against the seat and let out a loud moan. In all his years of sleeping with other people, whether for money or for fun, he had never been able to find someone with a cock that drove him as insane as Ben’s had. Just the mere idea of having it fucked into him again was driving him up the wall with arousal.

“I’m holding down your hips and all you can focus on is the way that my cock is pounding into you. It feels so good when I lean down and kiss over the hickies I put all over your neck. You know how much I like it when people can tell that you’re mine because I’ve marked you up so much. God, you’re irresistible to everyone that sees you and I have to make sure that they knew you’re mine,” the words that were pouring out of his ghostly boyfriend’s mouth were the most delicious thing that Klaus had ever heard.

This was the kind or arrangement that they had since they had left the house where their father had abused them for the last several years, trying to find respite anywhere they could in the streets. Ben was there to talk him through every paying sexual encounter that he ever had, and even a couple of the non-paying ones when they got really bad. It only worked sometimes, because there had been times in his life when the ex-superhero had been too far out of his mind on whatever the drug of the evening was to hear or even catch a glimpse of the ghost.

Ben had stopped talking, which let Klaus know that the man paying him for this encounter appeared to be getting closer to his orgasm. At this point, the psychic had sobered up enough that he was able to fake the moans that the stranger needed to achieve his completion. That had been the entire reason that Ben had been whispering all those dirty words to him, to make him aroused enough that he could put on a facade and hurry up the whole process. 

Despite the fact that he remembered how unpleasant the whole experience was now that he wasn’t being fed the most amazing fantasy of his whole life, he was grateful that Ben had stopped when he did. Klaus had only cum a couple of times when he was servicing someone and it was always a bit of an awkward experience. He had to clean himself up with something that the customer provided him and it meant that he had to hang around them for longer. He much preferred it when he could bring them to orgasm and then bolt away from them as quickly as he could do deal with himself later.

The man let out one last grunt as he finally orgasmed, shoving his silicone covered cock all the way back into Klaus. He could feel the way that the cum was spirting out of him and into the condom, stretching out his insides even more so that he was extra uncomfortable.

As soon as he had finished, the man pulled out. He seemed to realize his mistake in not asking if Klaus had cleaned out. Before he had the chance to get upset or start yelling, the ex-superhero shoved himself back into his clothes. He sat up and unlocked the car in the same motion as Ben told him what kind of a lock it was.

It was almost like his heart had started beating again as he was able to push the door open and then step out into the cool air of the city. He felt weird and uncomfortable from being fucked with no preparation, but the more pressing issue was how his cock was pressed against the seam in his pants.

Klaus stumbled away from the car as quickly as he could while checking to make sure that all of his possessions were still present. He had a little bag of weed in his pocket, his favorite blunt roller, a lighter, the flask that he had stolen from his father when he was fourteen, and the hand-sized copy of Hamlet that Ben had given him for their seventeenth birthday. He also had the wad of cash stuck in the pocket next to his heart, which was important. He didn’t have to had to do that for nothing, so having his reward was reassuring.

He passed by the alley that he had just been in so that the man wouldn’t be able to find him and then slowly made his way back to the apartment complex that he was squatting in. It was abandoned and set to be demolished in a couple of days, so it wasn’t a place that he was going to be able to stay in for long, but it served him pretty well for the time being.

It was only when he had found the actual apartment that he had been staying in that he was able to pick up where he had left off with Ben. He dropped his coat down on top of the backpack that was laying next to his sleeping bag. He collapsed down onto the aforementioned makeshift bed and then shoved his pants down. He didn’t bother to try and finger himself or touch his ass knowing that he hadn’t had a decent shower in quite a long time and also hadn’t cleaned out. He wasn’t a virgin when it came to gay sex like his most recent customer had been.

His cock flopped angrily against his stomach as it was released from the tight confines of his pants. “Ben,” he gasped as he wrapped his hand around the base of it and then pumped up once. He was already so sensitive since he had gotten so worked up in the car but had to delay his orgasm for almost twenty minutes while getting somewhere safe.

“We got interrupted, didn’t we?” the shimmery ghost version of his boyfriend appeared a few feet away from where he was splayed out over the ground.

“Mhm,” Klaus whined. He began stroking himself lazily. He was doing it dry, which was a little uncomfortable, but it was leagues better than what he had going on in the car.

“You’re so handsome, baby,” Ben whispered. “Just jacking yourself off to me, thinking about the way that I would hold you down and fuck you. I’d thread my fingers through your hair and pull your head so far back that you could barely breathe while I used you. Then I’d make sure that you came so much that your legs gave out. You wouldn't be able to walk all day because of how hard I had fucked you. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You know that I would, Benny boy,” he groaned. He thrust his hips up despite the fact that he was in control of everything that was happening. The stimulation from the walk back to his hide out had made it so that he knew he wasn’t going to last very long.

Klaus let out a happy mewl as the fire inside of his stomach was finally allowed to explode out over his entire body, consuming himself with endorphins. He had a hypothesis, that if Ben hadn’t died and he had been able to get laid whenever he wanted, that he wouldn’t have resorted to hard drugs the way that he did. He had no way to test this hypothesis though, so he kept living the way that he did in the hopes that it would one day please Ben enough that he could join the other in the afterlife.

The ex-superhero dug an old towel out of his backpack and then cleaned his hand off with it. He stuffed himself back into his clothes and clambered back into his sleeping bag so that he could sleep off the rest of whatever he had taken despite barrelling closer and closer to sober. 

For a moment, as he began to drift to sleep, he could have sworn that he felt Ben’s lips press a kiss to his temple.

[conduitandconjurer]

As a mun, what breaks your heart about the other Hargreeves siblings?

What breaks my heart about ALL the Hargreeves siblings is that, as individuals, they have grown up fully believing that there is a specific unilateral way to survive serial abuse and come to terms with healing as adults, and that it's THEIR (again, individual) way of doing it.

In reality, their coping mechanisms are ONLY theirs, informed by roles Reginald assigned according to supernatural ability and relative usefulness (as vigilantes and then as human "batteries") and while intellectually, by the end of s3, all of them have come to realize that, emotionally they have a more difficult time. Core beliefs, so-called in cognitive-behavioral therapy, develop early in life, and are so ingrained, so deeply embedded, so habitual, that they become knee-jerk guides for how communicate and behave (in fact, the thoughts that arise from these core beliefs are called AUTOMATIC thoughts for that reason). Unfortunately, abuse survivors have distorted core beliefs (usually about their own inherent worth, which they perceive as either low, or contingent upon the fulfillment of certain roles and expectations). Every single Hargreeves sibling struggles with this problem, and because they are all so different and unique, this makes it nearly impossible to communicate in a way that their siblings can all understand; the problem is only exacerbated during crisis, and well, three apocalypses in, that's about all we see of the siblings interacting. They rarely want to spend time together otherwise, which is both tragic and understandable given that the earliest reference point, the earliest and longest context, of being together in a group... is a childhood rife with pain and misery.

Here's a core beliefs chart I just yanked off Google, with the example of a case study named "Beth." You could plug in any Hargreeves kid and fill out the chart and see what I mean by how core beliefs profoundly affect action, and must be sort of disinterred and challenged and changed from the bottom up, rather than the reverse, which is to criticize behaviors you don't understand in the person (or, in this case, character) and never understand underlying motive:

Blank out the Beth example and try to fill it in with your favorite Hargreeves sibling, AND your LEAST favorite. I guarantee it's a fascinating exercise.

One of the reasons why Klaus is my favorite sibling is that he is the MOST AWARE of these facts, even if he can't articulate that awareness with academic clarity. Klaus is the Shakespearean "Wise Fool" that nobody listens to because of ostensible nonsense...but who actually tends to be more emotionally intelligent, more insightful, than anyone else on the stage. It's infuriating and tragic and deeply engaging storytelling that he knows over and over what's really going on (everything from "hey maybe let's treat Viktor who is scared of his newfound powers like our beloved sibling instead of locking him up in the basement," to "I know where the kugelblitz is") , but even his closest siblings disregard what he tells or advises because he's "the lookout," the "junkie," the comic relief.

For a TUA audience primarily populated with people who can resonate with having C-PTSD or being otherwise marginalized or neglected, this (among other things) makes Klaus the most sympathetic and popular sibling. But it doesn't make it any less AGONIZING to watch him be dismissed over and over and over by the people he loves, who also love him (as best they can). It doesn't make it any less agonizing that they don't do it on purpose, that they actually DO value him but are bad at showing it because of their own maladaptive coping techniques. It doesn't make it any less agonizing that he lets himself be mistreated or even killed over and over because of his excessive capacity to forgive and refrain from judgment (because that's his "role" in his mind: cheerleader, moral support, class clown, "Sexy Trash").

People tell me "don't be mad at X Umbrella Sibling, they have X Valid Reason to behave this way, and Klaus brings so much of his hardship on himself." Re the former, I'm deeply aware, and their valid pain is frankly no consolation, it just makes me sad for them, too. Re the latter, I could argue against this (partly ableist) attitude for hours, but it's beside the point of this post.

[ribcageteeth]

seventeen people, seventeen questions.

Thanks to @secretkeeper007 for tagging me (like two weeks ago now whoops lmao)

Nickname: Lulu, but only a few people use it

Sign: Cancer. I don't know my whole chart off the top of my head but I'm pretty sure I'm double cancer somewhere in there

Height: 5' 5"

Last thing i googled: Jean Cocteau's La Belle et la Bete costume references

Song stuck in my head: Here Be Monsters by Ed Harcourt

# of followers: 121, at lest 90 of which are mutuals who migrated with me from sailurmars (love you guys!!)

Amount of sleep: Around 8 hours, but usually between 3-11 a.m.

Lucky number: 73

Dream job: Full-time student. I want to just keep studying new subjects forever. If higher education didn't cost money I probably wouldn't have left.

Wearing: Ninja Turtle sweatpants, big black knit sweater with a big red pentagram

Movies/books that summarize you: Hellboy (2004), The Wicker Man (1973), Dolls (1987), Gothic (1986), Howl's Moving Castle (book)

Favorite song: as of now it's either, Syke! Life Is Awesome! by Bomb The Music Industry! or Banks by Lincoln. Ask again tomorrow for a new answer!

Aesthetic: Kinda like if Peter Capaldi's character in The Lair of the White Worm was dressed by Klaus Hargreeves

Favorite authors: I've been avoiding long series, so usually when I read a book, that's the only one by that author. The only authors whose bodies of work I've explored very thoroughly are Stephen King and R.L. Stein (and Dean Koontz, but just because I've read a lot of his stuff doesn't mean I like it lmao). I'll list C.K. Walker here too, why not, idk how much they've actually published, but their short stories are solid

Favorite animal noise: Crow and raven calls, but especially when they mimic other sounds like human speech or fire alarms. Gremlins, the lot of them.

gonna tag @aceofvase @isabellthebitchyghost @spooksohana @theonyxranger and @naturallyoccurringminotaur <3 <3 <3

[animesmolbean]

Words Hold Power 

An “The Umbrella Academy” fanfiction

Five x Reader

(Male)

Author's Note: Welcome to my The Umbrella Academy fanfiction! I'm so excited to share this story with you all! TUA is my favorite Netflix show! I'm very sad to see it's in its final season, but all great shows come to an end! But at least we'll get to rewatch it over and over again, lol.

Speaking of which, please, no spoilers for S4 since I have not watched it yet. I'll let you guys know where I am in S4 in coming posts.

With that said, I just wanted to tell you guys this. There was one hesitation I had with writing this story. Handling Viktor's character. I know about the journey of this character and Elliot Page's journey as well. I know about the transition, and I wanted to tell you how I planned on approaching this.

I did research on this topic and wanted to be sure I was handling it correctly. I researched how I should write transgender characters and their journeys throughout the story.

I also read other TUA fanfictions for research to see how other authors handle it, and like the research, it's a mixed bag. Some use Viktor only, and some show the name change.

After researching, I decided on an approach.

I will follow what the show does and show the transition story Viktor has. I chose this because I believe it's a beautiful journey, and the show does a great job handling the topic.

One last thing, all the main characters (The Hargreeves siblings) are aged up a little.

With all that said, I hope you enjoy the first chapter! ♥️

~Character Info~

Reader's ability is cursed speech.  She can make anyone do what she says with only a few words.  It's similar to Allison's, except she doesn't need to say certain words first like her, and her ability is much more powerful.  To the point where she has to be extremely careful about what she says.  

(As you can tell, this was inspired by the anime character, Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen.)

Chapter 1: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals (Family Reunion)

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1985, forty-three women around the world gave birth.  

This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women have been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them. 

Many years later, the kids grew up and went on with their lives as adults.  

There was Number One, aka Luther Hargreeves.  Big, strong and was currently on the moon, studying and preparing for whatever his mission was.  

There was Number Two, aka Diego Hargreeves.  Impulsive, brave and works as a vigilante of sorts.  

There was Number Three, aka Allison Hargreeves.  Famous actress who was currently on the red carpet in front of paparazzi.  

There was Number Four, aka Klaus.  A lazy, free-spirited soul who is currently leaving rehab and using the money he got from the rehab to buy drugs.  He ended up in the back of an ambulance.  

And, there was Number Seven, aka Vanya Hargreeves.  She was quiet, timid and was currently leaving the theater after practicing her violin.  

However, their lives would change forever with one broadcast.  

Their father was now dead. 

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 

☂

Vanya rode a taxi to her childhood home.  A place she lived for many years.  

The Umbrella Academy.  

A tall condo-like building with a black gate.  

Vanya approached the building and opened the doors, whose windows were decorated by umbrellas.  

The foyer was fancy still.  The middle was open with a chandelier hanging above a small round table in the middle.  Tall, smooth white beams holding the sides which held the second floor.  A staircase that leads to that second floor was behind the small round table.  

It was just as Vayna remembered it.  Every little detail was still there.  

“Hey, Mom.” 

Vanya called to the woman in the living room.  Said woman sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace which currently had a fire going.  She stayed still as she stared into the dancing flames.  

“Mom?”

“Vanya?” 

A familiar voice turned Vanya’s attention elsewhere.  

“You're actually here.” 

She turned and saw her sister, Allison coming down the stairs.  

“Hey, Allison.” 

“Hey sis.” 

Allison now stood before her sister.  She chuckled and brought the other girl into a hug, which Vanya quietly but graciously returned.  

“Ah.  What is she doing here?” 

A new voice spoke through the quiet foyer.

“You don't belong here.  Not after what you did.”

It was Diego.

“You're seriously gonna do this today?” Allison spoke up, her tone telling that she wasn't in the mood for the male's attitude. 

“Way to dress for the occasion, by the way.” She added, mocking Diego’s attire as he ascended the stairs.  He was still in his “hero” gear; knives and everything.

“At least I'm wearing black.” Diego shot back nonchalantly as he turned left on the stairs, disappearing from the girls’ views.  

Vanya, now uncomfortable, spoke up quietly, “You know what?  I- Maybe he's right.  And I shouldn't-”

“Forget about him.” Allison interrupted her.  “I'm glad you're here.” She spoke softly.  Vanya’s lips quirked up a little at Allison's words.  The sisters shared a moment of silence.  

☂

Diego arrived at his late father's room, to see Luther there checking the windows.  He leaned against the doorframe.  

“I can save you some time.  They're all locked.  No forced entry, no sign of struggle.  Nothing out of the ordinary.” 

As he spoke, he walked over to Luther who was also walking towards him.  

“Oh, you got big, Luther.  What's the secret, huh?  Protein shakes?  Low carbs?” Diego asked mockingly.  

“What do you want?”  Luther asked, not wanting to deal with Diego's attitude.  

Diego reached into his pocket and pulled out a few folded pieces of paper, handing them to Luther.  “The autopsy report.” 

After he teasingly tried to pull them away from Luther, the latter brother snatched them out of his hand.  

“And you have this, why?” Luther asked. 

“Well, that's because I… broke into the coroner's office.” Diego explained as he sat down in an armchair.  “And surprise, surprise, Dad's death was… normal.  Just a boring, old heart failure.”

“Yeah, so?” Luther looked at Diego.  

“So, why are you in here, checking all the windows?”

“Were you the first one on the scene?” Luther asked.

“Pogo found him.” Diego answered. 

“Yeah, I talked with Pogo.  He said he couldn't find Dad's monocle.”

“And your point being?” Diego asked in a bored tone.

“Can you think of a single time you saw Dad, and he wasn't wearing that monocle?  No.  Which means someone took it.  Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died.”

Diego sat up from the armchair.  “There is no mystery here.  Nothing to avenge.  Nothing to solve, nothing like that.  It's just a sad old man who kicked it in a big empty house.  Just like he deserved.” 

“You should leave.” Lither spoke, not liking Diego's tone with that last sentence he spoke.  

“Whatever you say, brother.” Diego said in a mocking tone as he turned to leave.  Before he did, he turned back to Luther.  “By the way, did you visit (Your Name) yet?” 

Luther shook his head.  “No.  I was about to, actually.” 

“You know where he is.” Diego simply said.

☂

Vanya entered the living room, looking around at the interior.  She spotted a comic and new articles on their group, The Umbrella Academy.  She looked at the bookshelves and pulled out one book in particular.  

The title read, “Extra Ordinary My Life as Number Seven” 

It was her autobiography book.  The one she wrote when she left the academy. 

She observed it solemnly, until a voice spoke out.

“Welcome home, Ms. Vanya.” 

She turned and saw Pogo, a human sized monkey dressed formally with a cane and glasses.  

Vanya walked over to him and hugged him.  Pogo hugged back with a hum.  “So good to see you.” He noticed the book in her hand.  “Ah, yes, your autobiography.” 

“Do you know, um…” Vanya paused before continuing.  “Did he ever read it?” 

Pogo thought for a moment before replying, “Not that I'm aware of.” 

Vanya turned her attention to the portrait above the fireplace.  It showed a boy, around seventeen in age, sitting with a neutral but sophisticated look on his face.  

“How long has it been since Five disappeared?” She asked.

Pogo turned to look at the portrait too.  “It's been sixteen years, four months, and fourteen days.” The two looked at each other.  “Your father insisted I keep track.” 

“And… how long has (Your Name) been in that coma?” 

“Sixteen years, four months, and six days.” Pogo replied.  

“You wanna know something stupid?  I always used to leave the lights on for him.  I was scared that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again.  And he would take (Your Name) with him.  So, every night, I'd make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on.” 

Pogo nodded.  “Oh, I remember your snacks.  I'm pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches, and those (Favorite type of Cookie) cookies.”  He sighed a couple times before he spoke again, “Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere.  He also believed that one day (Your Name) would wake up.  He never lost hope.” 

“And look where that got him.” Vanya said solemnly. 

☂

Allison went up to her late father's study, looking around the area.  The familiarity of it brought up a memory.  

〰️

Reginald Hargreeves was working in his office, as usual, when Grace knocked on the door.  She entered before closing the door.

“The children are ready for bed, sir.  They wanted to say goodnight.” 

She turned and walked a couple of paces and opened the sliding door.  

On the other side revealed the eight children, all wearing matching pajamas.  Allison was in the center while the others surrounded her.  Little (Your Name) stood between her and Five, a black cloth face mask covering his mouth and nose.  

The children were all smiling as they waited for their father to acknowledge them.  But he was so into his work that he didn't even glance up at them.  

Sensing the awkwardness, Grace quickly dismissed the kids.  The kids, of course, were disappointed but not surprised.  As they left slowly, (Your Name) tugged on Allison's sleeve, silently asking her to come.  

“I'll be there in a minute (Your Name).” The girl whispered.  (Your Name) tilted his head to the side.  Allison spoke again, “Why don't you go hang out with Five for a bit before bed?  I know you planned on it.” She gave the masked boy a small smile.  (Your Name) felt his cheeks warm up, but he nodded, leaving and quietly walking over to Five.  The boy saw him coming and, with a nod of his head, gestured to him to follow him.  (Your Name) nodded and started to walk beside him.  As he did, he heard Allison, 

“He's always busy.” 

〰️

“Where's the cash, Dad?” 

The sound of a voice diverted Allison's attention and she walked over to her father's desk, hearing clamoring noises.  She leaned forward to look to see who was over there.  

“Klaus?  What are you doing in here?” She asked.  

Said boy looked up and gasped at the sight of his sister.  “Oh!  Allison!  Wow, is that you?” He asked as he stood up.  He embraced her slowly; Allison slowly returned the hug.  “Long time.  Too long.” He pulled away.  “Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph.  Add it to my collection!” He planted his chin onto his hands.  

Allison let her brother act because it was how he always behaved when she noticed the white paper bracelet on his left wrist.  “Just out of rehab?” She asked.

“No, no.  No, no, no, no.  No.  I'm done with all of that.” Klaus replied with a sigh as he removed the bracelet. “I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone.” He smiled.  “And he is!  He's dead.  Yeah!” He clapped, making Allison smile a little, shaking her head a bit.  

“You know how I know?  Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room.” Allison silently agreed with Klaus.  

“He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?” He said with a chuckle as he sat in the armchair behind the desk, putting his feet on the desk.  “Remember how he used to look at us?  That scowl?” He pointed to the man's portrait onto the wall behind him.  “Thank Christ, he's not our real father, so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!” He stretched his eyelids to show more of his eyeballs.  He fake screams, making Allison chuckle a little as Klaus started to dramatically imitate their late father. 

“Get out of his chair.” 

Klaus turned his head and saw Luther standing by the doorway.  “Oh, wow, Luther!  Wow, you really, uh… You really filled out over the years huh?” Klaus said as he stood and flexed his arm muscles.  

“Klaus.” Luther warned.

“Save the lecture.  I was already leaving.  You guys can talk amongst yourselves.  I am going to visit (Your Name).  Oh!  The precious little brother of ours.” He chuckled softly.  Before he could leave though, Luther stopped him.  “Drop it.”

“Ex-squeeze me?” Klaus said.

“Do it.  Now.” Luther ordered.  

Klaus pulled his arm away from Luther and went back to the desk and started to empty out his pockets, which held a few of his late father's belongings.  “It's just an advance on our inheritance!  That's all it is!” Allison chuckled silently at her brother.  “No need to get your little panties in a bunch.” With that, Klaus left, closing the door; leaving Luther and Allison alone in the room. 

“So, Klaus is still Klaus, in case you are wondering.” Luther started.

“You know, after all these years, I find it strangely comforting.” Allison stated.

“Did you see Diego?” Luther asked.

“With his stupid outfit?” Allison added in amusement. 

“Oh, I know.  Do you think he wears that thing in the bathroom?” Lauther asked.

“Like in the shower?” Allison asked for confirmation. 

“Yeah.” Luther confirmed.

“Yes, absolutely!” Allison laughed.  

The two went on to talk about how their lives are going now that they are adults.  Luther was the only one to stay while the rest went their separate ways.  Their conversation ended talking about Allison's family and her powers.  

〰️

A little later, everyone congregated in the living room.  The fire was still going in the fireplace as everyone sat in silence.  

Luther started talking about doing a memorial service for their late father.  Some like Allison were mostly confused by this, or making fun of it like Klaus.  

“Is that my skirt?” Allison asked, noticing Klaus wearing a skirt now.  

“Oh, yeah this.  I found it in your room.  It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits.”

Luther stopped Klaus before he could go further and started to talk about their father's death.  He had a theory that he didn't die simply of heart failure.  He recounted how he was acting suspicious and requested Klaus to try to communicate with him.  Klaus was not interested.  

“I can't just call Dad into the afterlife and be like, “Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?” 

“Since when?  That's your thing.” Luther said.

“I'm not in the right… frame of mind.” 

“You're high?” Allison asked, not surprised.

“Yeah!  Yeah!” Klaus laughed.  “I mean, how are you not listening to this nonsense?” 

“Well, sober up, this is important.” Luther said.

Klaus only sighed.  

When Luther started talking about the missing monocle, Diego concluded that Luther was suspicious of all of them, saying that Luther thought one of them killed their dad.  This caused everyone to get upset.  Diego insulted Luther's leadership, Klaus got up and jokingly said that he might as well go murder their Mom and (Your Name), unless he was already dead.  Vanya left in silence and. Allison left in silence as well.  Luther tried to defend himself, but it was too late.  

They weren't always like this.  When they were kids, they were tight knit.  

〰️

17 YEARS AGO

“This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth.  A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages.” 

The armed men surveyed the bank as they pointed their guns at the bound up hostages and pushed them behind the counter as they proceeded with the robbery.  

Unexpectedly, a girl with curly black hair, in a school uniform and mask, walked casually to one of the robbers.  

It was Allison. 

“Hey, get back with the others.” The robber ordered the girl.  

“I heard a rumor.” Allison spoke. 

“What?  What did you say?” 

Allison leaned forward and used her ability, “I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot.” 

The robber pointed his gun at one of his partners and promptly shot him in the foot, knocking him down.  The hostages screamed at the sound of the gun.  

Suddenly, someone dressed in a boy's school uniform with a mask came crashing down from a window above and landed behind the counter.  It was Luther.  He punched one robber and threw him out the window with surprising strength.  

Then, another kid dressed like Luther came from the other side of the bank.  “Guns are for sissies.  Real men throw knives.” He threw two long knives at one of the robbers only for them to redirect to another robber and immediately killed him. 

There were now only two robbers left in the lobby.  

One of them climbed onto the desk and pointed his gun shakily at the three kids.  “Get back, you freaks.” 

“Hey, be careful up there, buddy.” Diego, the knife throwing kid taunted.

“Get back now!” 

“Wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Allison taunted as well.

“Or what?” 

A fourth kid appeared seemingly out of nowhere, sitting criss cross on the desk.  A taunting smirk on his face.  This was Number Five.  

The robber shot at Five, but he disappeared and reappeared on the other side.  When the robber turned around and tried to shoot him again, he suddenly realized that he was not holding a gun.

“Ooh!  That's one badass stapler!” Five taunted before smacking the guy's hand holding the stapler into his head.  This knocked the robber over.  

All they had to do now was get rid of the robbers in the vault.  

Or so they thought.  

There was one more.  

He loaded his gun and his gun cocked, catching the kids off guard.  

“Down you freaks!” He yelled.  

Suddenly, running from a hidden place behind a wall, was a fifth kid, dressed like the rest of the boys, as he pulled down his face mask.  He directed his attention to the robber.  

“Explode!” 

The single word echoed loudly through the bank, and just before the guy could turn his gun to the boy, his body suddenly exploded, body parts, guts, and blood spreading out everywhere.  The hostages screamed in fear.  The boy quickly covered his face again, breathing heavily as he ran to his siblings.  

He gestured to all of them.  They couldn't see much of his face, but they could tell he was worried by the look in his eyes.  

“We're okay.  Thanks (Your Name).” Allison said.

(Your Name) hummed, nodding as he walked over to behind the desk with the others, while two more kids dressed like the rest of the boys joined them.  Five looked at him.  “That was pretty badass.  Good work.” He complimented, giving him a smile.  (Your Name) felt his cheeks warm up a little, and he tilted his head a bit and closed his eyes.  Most people wouldn't be able to tell his expression behind the mask, but Five knew he was smiling at him in thanks.  

“Do we really have to do this?” A meek voice asked. 

“Come on, Ben.  There's more guys in the vault.” Luther told the boy.

Ben sighed as he walked to the vault door.  “I didn't sign up for this.” 

He entered as the hostages all ran for their lives out of the bank.  Inside the vault, the last of the robbers were eyeing slaughtered by Ben's ability.  He screeched and roared as his tentacles ripped them apart and threw them against the walls.  Blood splattered all over the windows.  

Once it was quiet, Ben came out, covered in blood.  “Can we go home now?” He asked, his breathing shaky.  

It was time to leave.  

The seven kids started walking towards the entrance of the bank. (Your Name) pulled out a small vial and turned the cap.  He pulled the bottom part of his mask up and put the bottle to his lips.  He tilted his head back and started swallowing the liquid.  He finished it and placed the empty bottle back in his pocket.  

“Are you feeling okay?” 

Five's voice made (Your Name) turn to him.  He nodded and hummed in thanks.  Five offered his arm to him.  “Ready?” He asked.  The boy nodded again, and he hooked his arm with Five's.  Five smiled at him, and they started walking after their siblings.  

The seven kids emerged from the back as the news reporters pointed their cameras at the group, and they all clamored to try to talk to them.  

Above on the top of a building nearby, stood Reginald Hargreeves, observing the other kids with a mini telescope. An eighth kid, dressed like Allison, stood next to him.

“Why can't I go play with the others?” The girl asked.  

“We've been through this before, Number Seven.  I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you.” Reginald said as he lowered his telescope.  

The girl looked down.  “Oh.”

Eventually, Reginald came down to stand with the children.  

“Our world is changing.  Has changed.  There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary.  I have adopted seven such children.” 

‘You mean eight.’ (Your Name) thought to himself as he looked down temporarily, his arm still linked with Five's.  

“I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.” 

Many news reporters asked many questions.

“What happened to their parents?” One asked.

“They were suitably compensated.” Reginald replied.  

“Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?” Another asked.  

“Of course.  As I am for the fate of the world.” Reginald said.  

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Everyone was in separate rooms, having their alone time after the little dispute from earlier.  Klaus was still in the living room, trying to talk to their late father, but he ended up knocking the vase filled with his ashes over.  

Luther was walking through the hallways, reminiscing until he got to his room.  

Allison was looking through her belongings until she found a gold heart locket with ‘A+L’ carved onto the front.  

Klaus took the vase into the kitchen where he proceeded to take more pills.  

Diego laid on the couch in the living room, playing with one of his knives.

Vanya sat on the stairs, a solemn look on her face.

Luther eventually found a familiar record and played it on the record player.  

“I Think We're Alone Now” by Tiffany started to play.  

Everyone heard the familiar tune all throughout the house and they all started to dance in their respective rooms.  

Childhood nostalgia ran through their bodies as they all danced like no one was watching.  Even Pogo moved a little to the beat.  

But suddenly, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.  

The music stopped as the house reacted to the violent disturbance.  

The siblings all ran to the courtyard and saw a giant hole, surrounded by blue lightning.  

“What is it?” Vanya asked.

“Don't get too close!” Allison warned.  

“Yeah, no shit.” Diego said.

“Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.  Either that or a miniature black hole.  One of the two. 

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.” Diego insulted.

“Out of the way!” Klaus exclaimed as he came out with a fire extinguisher and tried to spray it but it was out of steam.  So, he just threw it at the mysterious anomaly only for it to get sucked in.  

“What is that gonna do?” Allison asked.

“I don't know.  Do you have a better idea?” Klaus asked.  

The anomaly got stronger and Luther ushered everyone behind him to protect them.  Klaus wanted to run.  Luther and Allison held hands.  

The electrical crackling intensified and someone emerged from the anomaly, arms out.  It disappeared and the person fell out of the sky and landed on the ground.  The sky cleared up as the siblings walked towards the person, who stood up.  He was dressed in a suit way too big for him. 

“Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?” Klaus asked. 

The boy known as Five looked at himself then back at the siblings.  

“Shit.” 

☂

The six were now in the kitchen.  Five was busy making a sandwich while the others watched in shock.  

“What's the date?  The exact date.” Five asked.  

“The 24th.” Vanya replied. 

“Of what?”

“March.” 

“Good.” 

Luther spoke up.  “So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” 

Five didn't reply.  He just continued with making his sandwich.  

Silence fell for a couple seconds until Luther stood up.  “It's been seventeen years.” 

Five scoffed.  “It's been a lot longer than that.” He blinked over to the cabinet. 

“I haven't missed that.” Luther muttered.  

“Where'd you go?” Diego asked.

“The future.  It's shit, by the way.” Five replied as he blinked back to the table.  

“Called it.” Klaus said.  

“I should've listened to the old man.  You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” Five looked up at the siblings.  “Nice dress.” He told Klaus. 

“Oh, well, danke!” Klaus said, playing with the article of clothing.  

“Wait, how did you get back?” Vanya asked.

“In the end I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Five explained.  

“That makes no sense.” Diego spoke up.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Five sasses.

Diego stood up to confront the boy, but Luther stopped him, holding him back.

“How long were you there?” He asked.

“Forty-one years.  Give or take.” 

Luther and Diego sat back down.  “So what are you saying?  That you're fifty-eight?” The former asked.

Five looked at Luther.  “No, my consciousness is fifty-eight.” He finished his sandwich.  “Apparently, my body is now seventeen again.” 

“Wait, how does that even work?” Vanya asked.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off.  Eh.” Five took a bite out of his sandwich.  “Bet she's laughing now.” 

Vanya was confused.  “Delores?” 

Five ignored her and looked at the newspaper that told him about Reginald Hargreeves’ death.  “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How'd you know about that?” Luther asked.

“What part of the future do you not understand?” Five asked.  “Heart failure, huh?” 

“Yeah.” “No.” Diego and Luther said together.

Five hummed before clicking his tongue.  “Nice to see nothing's changed.”  Then, he got a good look at his siblings again.  He realized that one was missing.  “By the way, where's (Your Name)?”

The other five siblings looked at each other, solemn expressions on their faces now.  “Well…” Vanya started.  “There isn't an easy way to say this.” Allison said.  “He's in a coma.” “He's dead.” Klaus and Diego finished.  “Diego!” Allison scolded. 

Five looked at his siblings, a subtle look of worry on his face, but on the inside, his heart was beating faster.  “What happened?” 

“Well…. like I said… this isn't easy to say.” As Allison tried to explain, they suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen.  They slowly turned their heads and what they saw shook them to the core. 

There stood…

(Your Name).

Klaus yelled in surprise.  

“Holy shit.” Diego said. 

Everyone else looked in surprise.  

(Your Name) was alive.

[dantebsinferno]

Is that DANTE BARO? A JUNIOR originally from BROOKLYN, NEW YORK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study FINE ART & STUDIO ART. They’re THE HELLKITE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

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BASIC STATS

Full Name: Dante Miguel Baro Velasquez

Nicknames: Baro, DB (hates it), most curse words

Date of Birth: March 2nd, 2000

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Hispanic (Venezuelan)

Western Zodiac: ☼ Aries | ☽ Aquarius | ↑ Libra

Sexuality:  Publicly Straight | Privately Pansexual

Relationship Status: Erratic

Socioeconomic Status: Rich

Occupation: Ew that’s for poor people

PERSONALITY

FOUR POSITIVE TRAITS: Competitive, Loyal, Quick witted, Protective 

FOUR NEGATIVE TRAITS: Opinionated, Ruthless, Unpredictable, Self-centered

THREE SKILLS: Stealing, Art, Intimidation

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil

MBTI: ENTJ: The Commander

On the Outside, the phrase ‘you are going to fight me or fuck me’ truly describes Dante Baro. The man comes across as rude at first, but slowly, the rudeness almost becomes charming. He’s a major playboy with a long list of broken hearts. Dante is quick to anger and thrives in chaotic situations. However, like the dog he is, when treated well, he is devoted, affectionate, and protective.

On the Inside, Dante is teetering on becoming unhinged. Every moment he wonders when he will finally snap and unleash the rage within him, at his parents, at the universe, or those who’ve done nothing to him. Usually, he had Greer as an outlet, but with her gone, Dante worries if he’ll finally snap.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER INSPO

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer), Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy), Loki (Marvel), Negan (The Walking Dead),

STUDENT FILE

School Year: Junior

Major: Fine Art 

Minor: Studio Art

Sports: Swimming & Diving Team & Crew (Rower) (Captain)

Extracurriculars: Sigma Alpha Epsilon (VP of Recruitment), Boxing Club, Tae Kwon Do Club, & Art Club

FAMILY

César Baro - Father

Luciana Baro - Stepmother

Vera Baro - Younger Half Sister

Lara Velasquez Hernandez - Mother

Raphael Hernandez - Stepfather

Santiago Hernandez - Younger-Half Brother

BACKGROUND

As the son of a famous Spanish soap opera star turned businesswomen and a brilliant engineer that builds planes for all the major airlines, as well as a major stockholder, Dante has never known life without money. He attended the best schools, traveled around the world, and was given anything his heart desired. However it was not without a cost, his parents were too busy and with no other siblings, he was left with nannies to watch out for him.

A rambunctious, wild child, most Nannie’s quit after a few months. One nanny did managed to stick around, Raquel. Dante worshipped her, seeing as the mother he wished he had. However, a falling out with his parents, lead to her being deported. He never got attached to another nanny after that,

His parents later got divorced when he turned twelve. Both parents stayed in New York where he was shuttled between two homes. Neither house felt like home. Family dinners were awkward and tense as neither household knew how to deal with Dante’s anger and instability. Eventually, both parents remarried, having children with their new spouses. Dante was forgotten, left to his own devices.

His comfortable yet loveless life brightened when he met Greer Morrison. She overlooked his gruff exterior, seeing the scared boy hiding behind the anger. It did not take long for him to become infatuated, doing anything she wished.

When he turned eighteen, Dante had a falling out with his parents when he told them he wouldn’t go to college. It was tense night, where Dante revealed his knowledge about a dark deal his parents made and threatening to expose them both to the world. It silenced them, and gave Dante free reign over his life. He did not go to college then, choosing to travel and pursue some hobbies,

It wasn’t until Greer mentioned Ogden that he decided to pursue college. He figured he might as well get a fancy, yet useless, degree just to spite his parents and if it meant more access to Greer, why not?

While the idea of more school was never appealing, Dante found he enjoyed it. He loved parties, the hookups, and the power he held as Greer’s right hand. No messed with him or Greer and if he would keep it that way.

THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER - Greer’s Guard Dog

The magnitude of Dante’s devotion towards Greer is like that of a dog and his master. A childhood play date sparked their relationship when Greer and Dante’s mothers became friends at a charity gala. Some would claim Dante was another soul under Greer’s control, but how could you not adore the one person who never betrayed you. They’d grown close, with Dante making regular visits to the Morrison household. Dante could be seen at Greer’s side at any event, or not too far off. In many ways, Dante was her right hand, and she was the only one to keep him under control. There’s been questions of whether or not this infatuation became romantic or physical. Dante never hid that he loved Greer, the good parts and the darker side only he was privy to. It didn't matter who she was dating. It was only a matter of time before they would be together permanently. Greer’s disappearance has him desperate for answers.

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE - The Hellkite

Like his namesake, Dante has seen hell and people who will undoubtedly be there. Cruelty and depravity is all you can assume from anyone. He treats everyone as if they are beneath him, and no one is exempt from his harsh criticism or cruel actions. Dante simply doesn’t care how his actions affect people and it’s your fault if you are offended by something he does. He doesn’t have the time or the energy for the sensitivity of other people. A part of him finds delight in hurting others. He knows he’s messed up and therapists have tried to heal him, but at the end of the day, he will chase his own pleasure.

MISCELLANEOUS/HEADCANONS/RANDOM THOUGHTS

After high school, Dante went to culinary school in Paris. He loves to cook and it kills him that his dorm doesn’t have a kitchen.

For someone so arrogant and self-absorbed, he’s a generous lover. His famous quote: “if only one of us comes, then it’s masturbation.”

Dante is a morning person.

When he can’t sleep, Dante goes for a run.

Raised Catholic, but doesn’t practice.

Is terrified by dolls.

Has a motorcycle.

Dante is working on a comic book.

Believes liquor bottles are decorative.

Has a ranking list of who he’s slept with, very open about having it, but never gives out any specifics.

He really wants a pet, but not responsible enough to take care of it.

Is banned from borrowing books from the library.

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It looks like Emily's been writing...

The Umbrella Academy

One Night in Saigon | FINISHED Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz. A canon-compliant romantic encounter in a hotel room. [2,011 words]

Glee

It's Hard To Say 'I Do' When 'Maybe I Don't' | FINISHED Past Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel. A canon-compliant Kurt character study after Klaine's second break-up. [1,400 words]

Hands Touching Hands | FINISHED Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel. A drabble set between Bash and Tested. [99 words]

Fairy Dust Kisses in the Middle of the Night | FINISHED Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel. A canon compliant character study of Kurt between Bash and Tested. [1,327 words]

Something as Simple as an Onion | FINISHED Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel. A post-canon domestic scene of Klaine cooking dinner. [879 words]

Driving Home for Christmas | FINISHED Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Kurt and Blaine driving to Ohio for Christmas with their daughter, despite the forecasted blizzard. [2,134 words]

This Wedding Would Just Be an Excuse to Spend More Time With You | WORK IN PROGRESS Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel. A canon-divergent Palm Springs inspired AU, where exes Klaine are stuck in a time loop together. [8,644 words] + [4/? chapters]

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Info

Hello hello!

First things first, I am working on compiling a massive google doc focused on studying Five, and you can access that here!

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DNI

- any kind of queer exclusionist or exclusionist

- any kind of transphobe (terf/truscum/transmed/transmisoginist/transandrophobe/gender critical/exorsexist/etc)

- incest/pedophilia ship/supporter/apologist (pro-ship/anti-anti/map/no-map/etc)

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Keep reading for general info about me/the blog!

You can call me Chip or Vinny!

I’m a queer transmasc who is currently questioning whether or not I’m autistic, I really love horror, and I’m an artist + writer.  I have written very little fanfiction at the time of making this post/blog but I AM planning on dabbling in some TUA related fics here soon (which was what inspired the Five doc to begin with).

I’ve been an avid fan of umbrella academy since the first season and I finally caved and made a side blog as I find my involvement in fandom spaces getting deeper and deeper.

My focus is mostly on Five, as he is my favorite character as well as a kin, but that doesn’t mean my attention will /only/ be on Five.  I’m open to talking about any other characters as well!

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I have a pinterest here which contains character boards for Five and Klaus

I have a Five Hargreeves spotify playlist here and you could easily find my Klaus one through there too but as I have I think only one song on his I hesitate to share it atm

[ru-fiction]

Unknown Territory: Five x Fem Reader

Chapter 2: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

Five is aged up here. Maybe long...

Characters talking...

You

Five

Vanya

Luther

Allison

Klaus

Pogo

Grace

Diego

Everyone else talking is in white.

It was the same year "Tuselin' Tom" Gurney knocked out the space squid from Rigel X-9 by using his atomic flying elbow.

The people cheered for the man as he stood up from the twitching being beneath him. He smiled, flexing his muscles to the crowd, he was bloodied and bruised.

It happened at 9:38 Pm...

The referee grabbed the man's hand and lifted it up, cheers grew louder.

And in that moment, without warning an occurrence of complete coincidence...

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A swim team was practicing in the water, the coach telling them what to do. Two of the swimmers sit off to the side. The two keep sneaking glances at each other, big smiles on their faces.

The boy soon gets up and sits next to the girl once no one is looking. He leans in to kiss her but she pulls away not wanting to be caught but kisses his cheek making the boy smile before running off to join the others in the water.

The boy quickly runs up to the water when he notices that the girl didn't come back up after she jumped in and soon the water started to fill with blood, getting everyone's attention. The boy screams her name, hoping that she was okay. The girl finally comes up for air but she was now pregnant and this caused everyone around her to scream once she started contracting.

Everyone was quick to pull her out of the water and they helped her as she got ready to give birth.

Soon a baby's crying voice filled the air.

-

This happened to a couple more women....

Forty-three extraordinary children were born to mostly single women, who had shown no signs of pregnancy, in seemingly random locations around the world.

The children were either adopted or abandoned, the ones who survived anyway...

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire, world renowned scientist, and adventurer; Inventor of the Televator, Levitator, mobile umbrella communicator and Clever Crisp Cereal, Olympic Gold medalist and recipient of the Nobal Prise; resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible with his bodyguard Abhijit by his side using methods undisclosed.

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He walks into a building dressed in a thick coat and monocle, he walks past a few people with Abhijit behind him, he enters a room where he was met with a girl who had a scared look in her eye. He paid no notice to her only focused on the baby in her hand.

"Extraordinary."

He goes to reach for the baby who turns away from him.

"How much do you want for it?"

-

He knocked on a door to met with a man whose stare was as cold as Reginald was. The man opened the door wider and motioned for the alien man to follow him. He lead him to a room with a crib in it, the woman beside it quickly makes a frightened look when she recognizes Reginald.

She turns to the other man, tears filling her eyes.

"Please don't do this... I want my baby."

The cold man snaps his fingers and is quickly joined by two men who pick up the woman and take her out of the room. She sobs as the man walks over and hands the child to Reginald.

-

A lady hops out of her car with an exhausted look in her eye. She grabbed her purse and walked towards her apartment. When she makes it, she notices Reginald waiting at the steps, money in hand.

Part of her felt bad but she couldn't take care of this baby not with the salary she had.

She opened the door and Reginald followed her inside. She walks to the room where the babysitter was, the woman smiled as the girl placed the baby in her arms.

She pointed in the direction of the babysitter's money and sent her on her way.

She rocked the baby in her hands, cooing at the little girl before handing her to Reginald, who had a big grin on his face.

-

"There are two of them."

The woman pointed in the direction of the twins. Reginald walked towards them studying each child.

One of them was asleep and the other had tried to eat his toe, it made the woman beside him giggle. Reginald turned to look at the woman and she quickly hid her smile.

He motions for his bodyguard to hand the woman two suitcases filled with money. Both he and Abhijit grabbed a baby boy and left the house.

-

He got seven of them.

Reginald walked away a happy man, some people that worked with him followed behind him with different strollers carrying the children.

They followed him until he made his way to a building.

He wiped away the children's identities and concealed the children from the world, Sir Reginald held a press conference in Stockholm in which journalist Cosimo De'Lostrono from Milan asked.

"Why have you adopted these seven children?"

The cameras flashed all around Reginald as he thought of his answer.

"To save the world, of course."

Murmurs started to make it's way through the crowd with one person speaking up.

"From what?"

Reginald just waves to the crowd before stepping down and having his bodyguard walk beside him.

🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻🎻

A girl with medium length black hair wearing a black suit picks up a violin. The spot light shines down brightly on her, she starts to play 'the Phantom of the Opera' as she sits on a lone stool, all eyes on her.

She plays with lightning speed, the energy in the crowd rising more and more.

She switches to playing 'the Angel of music'. The melody becomes a lot softer as she plays on.

💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪

An alarm rings waking up a tall, blonde man. he gets up, stretches and scratches his butt as he leaves the room but then hits his head against the door frame. He presses a few buttons before running his hand over a small plant and then watering it. He walks pass and heads to where his suit is and puts it on.

He exits the ship and hops across the moon to throw away his trash. He then turns around jumping in fright when he finds his space robot 'Ben' there. He pats the robot's head before heading inside, 'Ben' following behind him.

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

A man wearing a mask leads a scared one in the direction of his family, who were all tied up and frightened.

"Where's the safe? Where's the safe?!"

The people who owned the house panicked as the other man started knocking things over.

A man wearing all black with different knives decorating his suit watches from outside the house. He slips in grabbing one of the men and smashing his head against the wall. He comes back out with a mask and a sly grin on his face.

One of the guys notices him and tries to throw a punch but it's quickly blocked and he is instead thrown to the ground and knocked out. This however alerts the other men in the house who all try to throw things at the man dressed in black but each object gets directed elsewhere, missing the guy each and every time. He grins before sending a knife into one of the man's arms, quickly making work to beat up the other two men in the house and throwing them against walls.

A knife covered in blood gets picked up by the man dressed in black, he faces the family who are still tied up.

"Your family is safe now."

He walks past them ready to leave but stops when a news story plays on the television. A shocked look makes its way on his face. Never in a million years did he think this would happen.

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A beautiful woman walks down the red carpet in a long elegant red dress. She faces the crowd with a confident smile, cameras flash all around her.

People try to ask questions but she just gives them a polite smile and walks down the red carpet, posing for pictures.

"There's our sweetheart Allison."

"Oh you're perfect."

A man whispers to one of the camera men taking his attention from the woman in front of him.

"Allison, have you heard the news?"

Allison looks confused but quickly hides it behind a smile.

"When's the last time you saw your father?"

She cringes at the question.

"Have you heard from your brothers?"

She frowns deeply not knowing where this was going. Her manager comes behind her and pulls her away, Allison sends the crowd a friendly smile before letting the woman take her.

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A man dressed in black leather and fur hops off a bunk bed with a devious smile on his face. He sighs happily before saying goodbye to a companion. Showing off his hand tattoo.

"Stay strong, I believe in you."

He waved to another companion and jokingly states.

"You, not so much."

He gets a chuckle from them and leaves with a smile on his face.

"Bye Klaus."

He waves to another man who just gives him a dead stare and hands him a bag.

"See you soon, Klaus."

He flips Klaus a coin which he catches and pockets after kissing it.

"Stay sober."

The man exists the building quickly finding an alley to hang in. Sirens ring around him and he checks to see if anyone is watching him. He meets up with a guy who quickly slips something into his hand. Klaus smiles and heads outside of the alley.

Not even fifteen minutes later is he being placed into an ambulance and sent away. An oxygen mask placed on his face as the paramedics try to get his heart started again. He awakens, shaking violently as he does so. He laughs once the shaking stops and high fives the paramedic that brought him back.

The TV quickly catches his attention as a news story plays. He blinks rapidly in disbelief.

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We go back to the man on the moon as he watches the sun flashing behind planet earth; his home.

"..Number 1.. come in, number 1.."

The man looks down at his flashing communicator around his waist.

"..Number 1.. this is annihilation control..you have a call.."

The man sighs in annoyance.

"Tell them I'm busy."

".. It's Dr. Pogo..on the phone.."

The man quickly jumps back to the ship.

"Keep him on the line."

Once in the ship he picks up the phone, he looks around the room at the different documents talking about him; a poster called space boy and a news paper about his injury being a few scattered across the room.

"Pogo. Any news from Earth? Is this it?"

The man listens to the other line for a little bit before responding.

"Negative, Pogo. You know I can't leave my post. A threat may finally–"

The man's eyes start to go wide with worry.

"What?"

The man's eyes turn with a mix of cold and heart broken.

"I see. I'm on my way."

He places the phone down and exhales as he does the robot, 'Ben' makes his way up to him.

"..I've readied your ship.. Number 1.. will you be requiring your laser pistol..?"

The man nods at the Robot.

"Yes. And Ben?"

The robot moves its head in acknowledgement.

"Remind me to reprogram you when I get back. Only my father calls me number 1."

The man hops in the ship waving goodbye to 'Ben' who waves back.

"..Godspeed, Luther, sir.."

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The woman continues to play as the light around her start to turn on signaling the end of her solo. She opens her eyes to reveal no one there. The audience, the cheering, it was all in her head.

She sighs sadly placing her violin back into its container and starts to head home. On her way there she stops by a store whose TV plays the channel showing her father who apparently is now deceased.

"Dad."

She heads into her house which wasn't much further. The rain poured onto her skin, she was in too much shock to notice.

Once she reached the building she hopped into the shower and changed into clothes for bed. She laid down on her bed, she couldn't sleep, not after watching that. Part of her was sad he was gone, he did raise her but another part of her...

The phone in her room started to ring. She laid still, closing her eyes hoping that whoever was calling would stop but the ringing kept going. She stood up and walked over to the phone picking it up and placing it near her ear.

"Hello?"

"You know your father is dead right?"

The woman's brows furrowed at the question at this point the whole world did.

"Who is this?"

"I suppose I didn't expect you to be broken up...you wrote a lot of nasty things about your family in that book of yours."

The woman gritted her teeth at that.

"What do you want?"

"I'm conducting a suite. The first of it's kind. It appears my chair for first violin has been rendered...vacant. I'd like you to audition."

The woman glared at the wall, biting her lip before answering.

"Why would I do that?"

"Revenge. Be at the Icarus theatre at noon tomorrow."

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Five falls from the sky, hitting the ground really hard. As much as that hurt he turned his direction to the portal in the sky, it slowly started to close as he watched the woman he cared for mouth 'I love you' before being hit in the back of the head.

"Y/N!!!!"

He wished he could run to her, help her; He wished that he was stronger in that moment, better but he wasn't, he was weak and now you were gone.

His fist hit the ground and angry tears start to fill his eyes.

"Master Five."

Five quickly rubs the tears from his eyes before turning around to face the chimp he hadn't seen in years.

"Let's get you inside."

Five nods and stands up following Pogo to the door. Before he enters he turns his attention back to the sky making a silent promise to get you back.

He follows Pogo into the kitchen watching as the chimp walked around the kitchen pulling out ingredients to make tea.

After he finished making the tea, he handed it to Five. Pogo sends Five a gentle smile but doesn't get one back in return instead Five takes a sip from his cup before laying his head down in his hand.

Pogo just watched the boy not really sure what to say. It was clear Five wasn't in the mood to talk but as Pogo started to head to his office, Five got up and followed him.

"The world's in danger."

Pogo's eyes widened at Five's words as he sat at his desk. He goes to say something but stops when the door slams open.

"Dr. Pogo...Is it true?"

"Luther."

Five studies Luther as he enters, he seemed different from when he last saw him.

"Yes. Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead."

Five steps up getting the attention of his taller brother.

"And something worse is coming..."

Luther's eyes went wide at the sight of his missing brother.

"Number Five? Where have you been for the last 17 years? What's happening?"

"Now, Now, Luther. It can wait until tomorrow. You've just come home."

Five starts walking towards the door, ready to leave the conversation.

"I also would rather not repeat myself, it's best we wait for the others."

Luther goes to stop him but Five just teleports away from the office and into his room. He sighs and quickly changes into some old Pj's that he had and lays down on his bed.

It felt weird being in this house. It felt weird not having you beside him. Nothing felt right. He closes his eyes, trying to open his mind.

He opens them again to find a black void. He looked around for any sign of movement but there was nothing.

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You opened your eyes and instantly felt a cold medal pressed against your skin. You looked down and noticed your body strapped against a wall. You knew it was a long shot but you tried to move your hands to no avail.

Escaping was gonna be a lot harder than you had hoped it would be. You looked around the room, it seemed to be the same one they used to experiment on you.

You heard the clicking of heels before the door opened which drew your attention to the figure who walked in. The same one who found you and Five in the first place, The Handler.

She sends you a cheeky smile, you roll your eyes at the sight of her.

"Oh, Sweetie. I thought you'd be happier to see me."

She steps closer and closer to your restrained body.

"You don't have to worry."

She touches your cheek, making your skin crawl at the contact.

"I don't want to kill you...Not yet anyway."

You glare as she walks away after sending you a condescending smirk. She closes the door leaving you in a room all alone.

"I gotta get the fuck outta here."

You continued to glare at the door.

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"Space-Luther. Wake up."

Luther blinks his eyes a few times before sitting up and Pogo stands at the edge of his bed with a cup of hot coco in his hand.

"What time is it?"

"Eight A.M. your sister has arrived."

His eyes lit up a little until he remembered he had two.

"The rumor?"

"Allison? Yes. She's been standing beneath Ben's statue for forty minutes. You should help her with her ba-"

Luther quickly left the room before he could finish his sentence. He passed Five's room before walking back and waving to the boy.

"Hey Five."

Five looks up and rolls his eyes before standing up and walking to the door.

"Hey, Luther."

He closes the door, Luther just shrugs before heading down stairs and walks out the door and just like Pogo said Allison was there looking sadly at the statue of their deceased brother.

"It wasn't your fault, y'know."

She glances at him from the side of her eyes.

"I know everyone blames you for what happened to Ben, but none of us know what really happened that day."

"Rumor."

Her brows furrowed at the name.

"Still using code names?"

He gets shy when she turns to fully face him.

"I-I wasn't sure you'd come."

Her eyes soften.

"I missed you too. Where's mom?"

"She's somewhere around here. Where's Patrick and Claire?"

She sighs before walking towards the house.

"Patrick filed for divorce eight months ago. Of course you don't know, you've been gone."

"What about Claire?"

She just shakes her head turning back to him.

"He got custody."

"Well, you could always use your, rumor thing."

She frowns at the suggestion and walks into the house.

"Allison..."

He goes into the house a few minutes later not noticing Klaus flying over them, watching them and smoking a cigarette.

The taxi that held Vanya finally pulled into where the house was. Vanya hopped out and studied the building for a while, it's been so long since she's been here. She took a big breath before stepping into the building.

She looks around the room, a lot of memories flushing in her mind; some good, some not so much.

She stops when she finds Grace staring into a fire, the picture of their missing brother, Five on top of it.

"Mom?"

Grace doesn't react to her voice, she just continues to stare at the flames in silence.

"Vanya?"

She flinched as her name was called. She turned around to find her sister, Allison. The two didn't have the best relationship and they fell out as soon as Vanya wrote her book.

She watched a surprise look make its way to Allison's features.

"You're actually here."

Allison chuckles at the shy look on Vanya's face.

"Hey, Allison."

"Hey, sis."

Allison walks up to her slowly and pauses in front of her before pulling her into a hug. They pulled away from each other as Allison smiled, another one of their siblings decided to show up.

"What's she doing here?"

Diego glares at the smaller girl.

"You don't belong here. Not after what you did."

Allison sighs and glares at him as he walks pass.

"You're seriously gonna do this today?"

He walks up the stairs not paying her any attention.

"Way to dress for the occasion by the way."

He rolls his eyes.

"At least I'm wearing black."

Vanya gets upset.

"You know what? I-I maybe he's right."

"Forget about him."

Allison looks deep into Vanya's eyes.

"I'm glad you're here."

Vanya smiles a little at her words. This would be the first time in a long time where she felt wanted.

In another room...

Luther is walking around his father's room. He doesn't notice Diego watching him from the door.

"I can save you some time. They're all locked."

Luther turns to face him and Diego just shrugs.

"No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Diego walks into the room and studies Luther. He hadn't seen him in so long, not that he really minded.

"You got big Luther. What's the secret, huh? Protein shakes? Low carbs?"

It was obvious Diego wanted a reaction out of Luther.

"What do you want?"

Diego rolls his eyes before pulling something from his pouch.

"Autopsy report."

He hands it to Luther and he receives a glare from the taller man.

"Why do you have this?"

"I know a guy. He gave me info. That's all you need to know."

Luther reads the paper not buying what it was saying.

"A boring heart failure."

Luther stares at the picture sadly.

"Yeah, so?"

"So, why are you in here? Checking all the windows."

Luther looks at his brother in suspension.

"Were you the first one on the scene?"

"Pogo found him."

Diego was offended he would even ask, he didn't like him when he was alive, why would he want to see him before his death.

"Yeah, I talked to Pogo last night. He said he couldn't find Dad's monocle."

Diego exhales, annoyed with where the conversation was going.

"Your point being?"

"Can you think of a single time you saw dad and he wasn't wearing that monocle?"

Diego closed his eyes in thought.

"No. Which means someone took it."

Diego shakes his head.

"Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died."

Diego gets up from the chair he sat in and walks up to Luther again.

"There is no mystery here. Nothing strange. Nothing to avenge. Nothing to solve, nothing like that."

Luther looks at him in shock and Diego stares at the bed.

"Just a sad old man who kicked it in a big empty house."

He looks deep into Luther's eyes making sure to emphasize his words.

"Just like he deserved."

Luther gets upset by his statement.

"You should leave."

"Whatever you say, brother."

He leaves the room, balling his fist at his side.

Back in Five's room...

The man looks at himself in the mirror, he was no longer an old man but a twenty year old dude.

He sighed to himself and sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling before laying down completely.

He hadn't gone down to see if his other siblings had come yet. If they had none of them had come up to see him either.

He closed his eyes again, letting his brain drift off for a little bit. He opened his eyes again and sat up.

He got up and started to get dressed, he might as well go and warn them about what would befall them in the next seven days.

"Leaving so soon."

Five stopped in his tracks, turning around to face the smiling face of the girl he loved. His eyes softened at the sight of you.

"You're here."

"You let me in."

You stood up walking to him, he smiled and went for a hug but his body went completely through you.

"We can't touch, remember."

You turned to face him, staring sadly at him. He sat on the bed staring at the ground.

"You look different."

Five chuckles at your attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, some people lose a few pounds. I lose a few years."

You shrug.

"Guess now we both have to look youthful forever."

Five looks up at you.

"Are you...Are you okay?"

You shake your head a little.

"Not exactly. Are you okay?"

"Not exactly."

You sit next to him, you wish you could make him feel better but you can't, at least not at that moment.

"I'm not injured or anything. If that makes you feel better."

"I'd feel better if you were here."

Five balls his fist, he was angry at himself for leaving you even though it wasn't technically his fault.

"I'm okay, Five. I'm gonna get out of this."

He stares at you longingly as you smile at him.

In another part of the house...

Allison opens a room to their father's office. She walks in and remembers all the times he turned them away.

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Reginald sat at his desk writing letters about who knows what or to whom. Grace walks in the room with the children behind her.

"The children are ready for bed, sir. They wanted to say goodnight."

All the children smile at him but he doesn't even look up to acknowledge them. Five, Klaus, Vanya, Diego and Ben instantly frown at his disinterest in them. Grace notices and turns to the children.

"Okay, time for bed now, Kids. Come along."

Allison paused as everyone left, Grace got her to step away from the room which she ends up making a snappy remark in his direction.

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"Where's the cash, Dad?"

Allison looked confused for a moment but soon heard the drawers clattering. She walks deeper in the room and finds Klaus behind the desk.

"Klaus? What are you doing here?"

He just smiles at his sister, even though he was caught, he was happy to see her.

"Oh, Allison. Wow, is that you?"

He stood up and pulled her into a hug.

"Long time. Too long. Hey, I was hoping to see you actually, I wanted to get your autograph. To add to my collection."

Allison smiled at his goofiness. She pulls at his wrist when she notices something.

"You just got out of rehab?"

"No, no. No, no, no, no.

Allison looks at him sceptically.

''I'm done with that. I came down here to prove to myself, that the old man was really gone."

Allison wasn't buying it. He claps cheering for his death.

"You know how I know? Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room."

Allison silently agrees with his statement as he starts to vent. He sits down on the chair before crossing his legs onto the desk. He starts being silly again getting Allison to laugh.

"Get out of his chair."

The two instantly stare at the door where Luther was. Klaus just rolls his eyes at him.

"Oh, wow, Luther! Wow, you're really, uh..."

He stands as Luther starts walking closer.

"You really filled out over the years, huh?"

"Klaus."

Klaus stops him from speaking.

"Save the lecture. I was already leaving."

He starts heading towards the door, the smile he had no longer on his face. Luther stops him from leaving which makes him frown more.

"Drop it."

"Ex-squeeze me?"

"Do it. Now."

Klaus jerks his arm out of Luther's grip and places almost everything he had on the floor. Klaus glares at Luther as he does so, he was always his least favorite sibling.

"Now, you could've let him keep that. Not like anyone else would use this junk anyway."

The three looked to find Five leaning against the door with his arms crossed. Allison looked shocked at his presence and Klaus eyes lit up as he went up to the boy and pulled him in a hug that lifted him off the ground.

"Let me go, Klaus."

Klaus only hugged him tighter.

"Klaus."

"I haven't seen you in so long."

Five sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Five more seconds."

Klaus savors the five seconds before putting him down.

"I didn't get a hug when you came."

Five shrugs.

"So..."

"Don't I get one too."

Five just blinks at Luther before waving at Allison and following Klaus out of the room.

''Meet me in the living room!!"

The air was awkward at first because of what happened earlier between Allison and Luther but they quickly got back into talking as if it never happened.

After a while the two make their way into the living room. Everyone was already there staring at Five in wonder. Klaus had apparently changed his clothes during that time.

"When did you come back?"

"Last night."

Luther sits down and glares at Five, he wanted information. Something he didn't get last night.

"It's been 17 years."

Five just scoffs at him, sending him his own glare.

"It's been a lot longer than that."

"Where'd you go?"

He turns to Diego, the glare softening on his face.

"The future. It's shit, by the way."

"Called it."

Everyone stares at him before turning back to Five.

"I should have listened to the old man. Y'know jumping through space is one thing."

He teleported away for a second then came back with a sandwich in his hand.

"Jumping through time is a toss of the dice."

"So you hated it there."

"It was fun for a while. No one to tell you what to do, No one to make you feel small, No one to make you wear a mask. But after a while it wasn't fun anymore. Unfortunately for me. I was stuck there."

He sighed before taking a bite from his sandwich. He stared up at a floating Klaus just now realizing he changed.

"Nice dress."

Klaus smiled when he realized he was talking to him.

"Oh, well, danke!"

"How did you get back?"

Five looked at her.

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness foward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time."

Everyone looked at each other confused about what he had said.

"That makes no sense."

Five sighs and takes another bite from his sandwich.

"Well it would if you were smarter."

Diego and Luther both stood up. Diego to fight and Luther to hold him back. Five just stared blankly at the two.

"How long were you there?"

"Forty-Five years. Give or take."

Everyone looks at him in shock.

"So what you're saying is that you're 58?"

Five smiles.

"No, my consciousness is 58."

Then he frowns, looking down at his hands.

"Apparently, my body is now 20 again."

"How does that even work?"

Five shrugs.

"Delores kept telling us the equation was off. Eh. We were always so stubborn."

The group all start to look at each other confused again.

"Delores?"

"We?"

Five just stares off into a distance before changing the subject.

"So..Heart failure huh?"

"Yeah."

"No."

Everyone looked at Luther.

"Nice to see nothing's changed."

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You're On Your Own, Kid

Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

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You're on your own, kid, you always have been. (Klaus character study.)

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Saw your “Klaus, Vanya, and Five are triplets” post and I just want to say I think Five also works well as a representation of Resurrection in relation to Klaus and Vanya’s Death and Life. He was the only living thing after the mass extinction of the apocalypse, and returned after being presumed dead by his siblings.

Ohh!! yes that's such a good point that I didn't even think of. Not to mention when he literally turns back time and resurrects his siblings at the end of season 2! :O