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Hot take?
I don't know, love the sibling dynamics in The Umbrella Academy
Welcome Home (01)
Summary: Five Hargreeves had been through two apocalypses, joined the Temp Commission, and scraped his siblings asses off the ground more times than he could count. Now, dying in a barn with seemingly no way out, he makes a very crucial decision. One that doesn’t turn out entirely as expected.
Warnings: Strong language, blood/gore, etc.
There was one thing about laying in a bed of his own blood with the barrel of a gun aimed between his eyes and that was that it brought Five’s world crashing into an entirely new perspective. He could reflect without any of the responsibility of getting up and trying again, no other motives or expectations of saving the world or dragging his siblings off their asses and hoping that they would get their acts together when he needed them to. The last two times, they hadn’t, and looking around the barn, he didn’t expect a third either.
Nevermind his sibling’s ability to keep a timed schedule, or bother to even do the simplest of tasks if it meant their lives or the rest of the world simultaneously hung in the balance on one very uneven scale. No, there was always a bigger priority that took precedence and damn Five for even bothering to try. His entire lifetime and two apocalypses still wasn’t enough to undo the utter shit that his life had become.
But he could think about the past and how much he fucked up in his life, how he could have been better, or what the future may have held for him and what he would do if there was somehow a way that he could turn back the clock and make entirely different choices.
Blinking to the end of the world, joining the Commission, stopping an apocalypse twice in the span of a couple of weeks and finding his place back with his family in time to save them only to turn out that he hadn’t. Oddly enough, despite Five having the ability to manipulate time, he seemed to be the only one that never had enough of it.
His head fell to the side, cheek pressed into the solid woodwork of the barn to look at the crumpled bodies of his younger siblings.
All pallid skin and eyes wide open with disbelief. His family was dead--had died--going on the third time now and proving no easier to deal with than the last. Their wide eyes and full irises, the blood that soaked through the barn’s flooring and puddling beneath them in a gory mess, their stench assaulting his nose.
No matter how many times he had seen it in the last few weeks, it hit just as hard as it had the first time. Five’s expression twisted, and he coughed, his body shuddering with every forceful gasp, pulling air into his lungs that wouldn’t come.
A part of him strongly contemplated doing nothing while he laid on the ground with his life in someone else’s hands. It would have been easier, he knew, to let everything go and give up fighting this long and arduous cycle; maybe finally get the night’s rest that he had been missing out on since his time jump to the end of the world.
He’d be dead, but that was a minor hiccup in the grand scheme of things.
If his reality wasn’t still blurring into focus, if the pain keeping him awake wasn’t so fucking obvious, he may very well have. It occurred to him then, casting a look beyond the blurred edges framing his vision, that he wasn’t making the decision just for himself.
In the very back of his mind where he had a tendency to shove all things that would either piss him off or send him over the edge, he could hear the condescending laughter of the Handler, his father’s infamous I told you so pounding against the inside of his skull when he’d advised him against jumping through time in the first place.
Maybe if he hadn’t, then things could’ve changed. Maybe he could have helped them or saved Vanya from herself.
Then again, maybe thinking that he would ever have an ounce of free will made him just as much of an idiot as the rest of them. Maybe it was all destined to happen, and none of it had ever meant anything.
That didn’t mean that Five wouldn’t try.
Trembling fingers curled into loose fists. It hurt, the strain of even the smallest twitch sent a sharp stabbing sensation through every single muscle, splitting through his skull and down through his abdomen until he was gasping. It dulled his senses, the blurring fringes of his vision moving in, spreading, threatening to pull him into the dark and take him. It laughed at his efforts, willing him to finally give up.
Several decades spent alone at the end of the world, years spent with the Commission, two apocalypses in the span of a few weeks was enough.
Nonetheless, Five was still the more stubborn bastard.
Seconds. That was all he needed. Not hours, or even minutes, but all he needed was a few seconds and the willpower to not punch each and every one of his siblings for the hell they unknowingly put him through to keep them alive.
In his hands, the light expanded. Five felt himself being yanked upward by an invisible force. It felt as simple as time grabbing his hand, leading him past a flurry of rewinding images, bodies lurching upward, blood stains levitating from the woodwork, bullets returning to their weapons, wounds closing, a sense of rejuvenation, of life.
Newfound energy, a deep intake of breath and there was no pain. Only relief. Just a few seconds, a few agonizingly long seconds…
His body moved in slow motion toward the door, the single most subtle inkling of hope igniting in his chest--a feeling that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. A part of him had almost forgotten if complete idiocy wasn’t the cause of ruining many of his easily salvageable problems.
That hope, like so many others, was quickly snuffed out in service to an alternative outcome.
Just as everything moved back into its original position, Five was thrown off his feet, everything reverting back in one rapid blur--too quick for him to keep up with. The sharp pain returned, wounds reopening themselves as the bullet pierced him again.
He cried out.
The bit of breath that he had managed to grab was snatched from his lungs, the blurred fringes swirling in, and when his back hit the ground below him, he came to the realization that he should’ve made his peace with God before trying this. Every single muscle was tight and shuddering into panicked gasps, and then it all released, leaving him panting and looking up at a familiar tiled ceiling. Weakly, he turned his head sideways only to find six other curious pairs of eyes looking at him, bewildered.
“Five?” Something was wrong. He was looking straight into the face of Luther, much shorter and thinner framed Luther standing next to an equally younger and dumbfounded Allison.
“Five?! Oh, my God! Where have you been?” Slowly, his head rotated to catch Klaus and Ben on the other side. All young. All kids.
“Forget that! What happened to you?” Ben piped up, shoving his other brother out of the way to close the distance between them--Klaus shouting a protest in response.
Five moved first, much faster, swinging his legs over the table to drop to the floor. His hands flew up as they rounded on him, palms out and retreating as he took them in, scanned every single face, listened to every single high pitched prepubescent tone of voice. It was them. Alive and well and completely unaware of what hell he’d been through the last few weeks.
How far had he gone back?
They hesitated in approaching him now, his continuous retreat leaving little room to embrace him and welcome him home with the open arms that he knew they wanted. This was not happening… This couldn’t have been happening! His chest heaved with every bated breath, his brows drawn into a scowl, retreating until he couldn’t back up anymore. His spine met the wall, almost shrinking underneath their prying gazes, all wide eyed and full of concern.
“Five, are you okay?” Allison was the first to brave the distance. She persisted, and he retreated, his shoulder scraping against the corner as he moved sideways to the other end of the kitchen. The heels of his shoes scuffed against the tile floor, pivoting backwards. His hand braced against the wall with another quick sweep of their faces.
“Stop!” He snapped. “All of you!” Sweat beaded his forehead, soaking through his uniform. The pain that hit him so suddenly felt very reminiscent of when he’d been shot at the barn, stumbling with a sudden limp. It knocked the breath out of him; electricity shot up the very center of his chest. He clutched it. His breathing, ragged and heavy, was the finishing touches before he buckled forward.
When he pried his fingers away from his abdomen, there was a fresh burst of blood, scarlet coating the tips. He’d gone back, but his wounds were still there. “No,” he mumbled. His free hand raked through his hair. “No, no, no, no… shit, fuck, goddammit…” The amount of expletives that left his lips were surprising even for him, squeezing his eyes shut as he processed.
He’d done a number wrong somewhere. A dent in his equation. He could fix this.
“Five-” Luther said more tentatively.
“Shut up.” Five shushed him. He waved dismissively, turning his back. He wracked his brain, flipped it around, molded it over and the only conclusion feasible was that he was the one that had messed up this time.
He’d go so far as to say again, but considering that everyone was still breathing, he could give himself a pat on the back.
They’d grow. Eventually.
His hand gripped the counter for support. All at once, several pairs of footsteps moved toward him, but he held his hand up, inhaled deep through his nose and shuddered an exhale.
They may have been intact, but he wasn’t.
Figured.
“How long have I been gone?” Five asked, straightening stiffly. He turned to face them, catching their concerned expressions in the very center of his vision. It felt judgemental, prying for an answer that he didn’t have.
Now they know how he felt. He cocked his eyebrows. “A few weeks, a few months? Years?” He prompted when no one answered.
“Uh, just--just a couple weeks.” Allison answered. “We thought that you got lost, or died or…”
“Where is Dad?” He went on, gripping the edge of the counter to help guide himself along. “Is he here?”
“He’s out on a trip. Said he’d be back in a couple days. What are you….?” Luther moved to help him, but Five warded him back. He held up his hands. “I’m just trying to-”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Are you okay?”
“Look, the only thing that’s obvious besides your kindergarten crush on Allison is that you’re incompetent. I have gotten this far by myself, and I do not need any of you to tell me what I should be doing, got it?” He had hit a little too close to home. He could see it in their faces, the obvious embarrassment in Luther’s eyes, that and an obvious confusion.
“Who is Allison?”
Five’s lips parted to respond, one more shuddering breath escaping him before his eyes rolled into the back of his head as everything suddenly went black.
Five’s eyes slowly opened to find the familiar darkness of his bedroom. The mattress felt soft underneath him, turning his head to find the equations sketched into the wall. On the bed stand to his left lay a plate with a cup of milk and a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and to the left sat Vanya, looking at him with wide curious eyes and clear worry.
Welcome home.
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#ah yes#you can always count on klaus’ threat being both creative and nauseating
Hoy se estrenó la Película de Klaus en Netflix, y es maravillosa, vayan a verla ✨💕💓💖😍, en honor a la peli dibujé a Jesper, Lo amo mucho jsjdjd
Umbrella Academy FF Idea
So...I had this idea for a story that I might never write.
So, this could take place during season 1 or 2, as long as everyone is together. I was thinking after season 2, when their still adjusting to the weird new version of reality.
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But basically it involves Klaus getting hit by some kind of thing that turns him into his younger self. Like physically and mentally he’s at some point between 12 - 14, after Five disappears but before Ben dies.
Basically, everyone gathers around when it first happens because their worried about him, he then starts panicking. Maybe some ghost soldiers get summoned to protect him or something. I have a head cannon that before the drugs, Klaus actually had an amazing grasp on his powers but since his dad kept pushing him, he gave up to drugs.
Five, being the only one he would actually recognise, jumps in to calm him down.
Over the rest of the day, Klaus is trying to wrap his head around what's happening and he’s still not talking to any of the other siblings.
Eventually, Vanya gains his trust by convincing him by doing something they did when they were kids (Handshake, song, something like that). This gives Five a break as Vanya volunteers to keep an eye on him.
When Luther and Diego try to befriend him, they discover that they practically bullied Klaus when they were kids when they didn’t mean too. This is one of the reasons he was so quiet as a kid, he thought half of his family hates him.
Over the next week, they all slowly gain Klaus trust, the others realising how much more Klaus was abused then the rest of them.
This causes all of them (Except for Vanya and Five because they already knew) to feel extremely guilty for calling him stupid or childish.
It ends when one day, Klaus wakes up as his normal self, very confused as to what’s happening and why everyone’s crying and hugging him.
I just feel like it has so much angst and fluff opportunities.
So much family interaction that could happen!!!!!
I haven’t seen Red One and don’t plan to, so I don’t want to hate on it too much, but how DARE hollywood try to make that the most well known J.K. Simmons as Santa Claus movie
HAVE WE NOT FAILED KLAUS ENOUGH!?!?!
Tua s3 spoilers:
If Klaus is immortal, then how did he die in the first apocalypse?