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The Hargreeves children were thrust into the spotlight before they were old enough to understand the ramifications. Despite their rigid and standardized upbringing, they still manage to form vastly different opinions about this.
Or: Three unique perspectives on the Umbrella Academy's missions and everything that came with them.
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- Part 8 of you're not alone at the table anymore
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26 Jan 2023
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“I’ll be right back,” Five said, before abruptly teleporting from the room. He and Vanya only had enough time to exchange a bewildered glance before Five returned, a book in his hands. “It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was—”
“What are you doing?” Ben asked, pulling himself into a sitting position again, draping a protective arm against his abdomen.
Five’s eyes barely moved from the page. “Just listen,” he said, and Ben did. “The old banker was pacing from corner to corner of his study…”
Ben wasn’t sure how long they carried on like that, just that they did. By the time Five had finished reading The Bet, Ben’s erratic heartbeat had slowed. He pried himself off the floor and let Five and Vanya lead him back to his bedroom.
“I don’t think I can do it,” he said before they retreated to their own rooms. The room was dark enough and quiet enough that his voice rang like a gunshot. “I don’t think I can keep going on missions and seeing the way those people look at me, before I—”
He shook his head. There was no need to finish the sentence. How long could he stand this perpetual cycle of guilt before he inevitably broke, just like every one of his victims?
Chekhov was onto something, he thought. Maybe there was no meaning at all.
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After more than a decade of homelessness and drug abuse, it's not a surprise Klaus' appetite ended up beyond wrecked, and his body showed it. It's not like he was ever that great at taking care of himself anyway.
Five decides to fix that
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The fourth morning Klaus was downstairs again. Only this time so was Luther.
Five gave Klaus a look, “French toast?”
“Yummy in my tummy,” Klaus agreed.
Luther watched them, looking back and forth as Klaus watched Five mix the egg batter and told him to make sure he added vanilla. “Do I get some?”
“I will actually poison yours,” Five said, pointing the whisk at him. “Rat poison.”
“Oh don’t be a sourpuss,” Klaus said. “Just add some more eggs. You can cook for three.”
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broken still you breathe (breathe, breathe, just breathe) by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated
Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
17 May 2022
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“He’s not coming,” Luther says impatiently. “Let's just get this over with.”
“Who’s not coming?”
The voice sounds behind them suddenly, and all of them startle and whip around in synchronization.
“Klaus,” Luther hears himself say distantly. “You’re…here.”
Four tilts his head, bringing his hand to his lips and inhaling deeply around the cigarette dangling between his fingers. When he exhales, the smoke curls around his head like a halo before drifting into the air.
“Yeah, well, I would’ve gotten here sooner,” Four says around the cigarette. “But I just really didn’t want to.”
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Number Four shows up to the funeral three hours late with an iced latte in one hand and a cigarette dangling from the other.
Or; Klaus fled the Academy the day they turned eighteen. He never looked back.
Ten years later, their father dies.
Number Four returns.And none of them quite know what to do with this new version of their black sheep brother.
AKA: Klaus single-handedly stops the apocalypse. It really wasn't that hard, so if everyone could stop looking at him like that, that would be great, thanks.
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“Who’s not coming?”
The voice sounds behind them suddenly, and all of them startle and whip around in synchronization.
“Klaus,” Luther hears himself say distantly. “You’re…here.”
Four tilts his head, bringing his hand to his lips and inhaling deeply around the cigarette dangling between his fingers. When he exhales, the smoke curls around his head like a halo before drifting into the air, but Luther can’t even bring himself to be upset about it. He’s too surprised, and he can see it mirrored on the others' faces, too.
Not necessarily because Klaus showed (which is, actually, surprising in and of itself), but because he actually looks…good. Healthy. Alive (not in the way he used to look; drifting around like a pathetic little ghost, like he was there but not really there. He looks like he finally figured out how to live. Luther…isn’t sure how he feels about that.)
His skin is pale, but Luther suspects that’s more, well, Klaus than it is anything worrisome. His eyes are clear and his eyeliner is clean and his hands are steady. His hair is longer than Luther remembers it being, and pulled messily away from his face with some sort of soft looking purple fabric, though stray curls have escaped the binding and spill into his eyes. He’s wearing a matching purple top that’s short enough to show off some sort of vaguely Asian looking tattoo on his stomach, and a flowing black skirt that swooshes around his calves with every movement. He’s wearing a couple fistfuls of thick silver rings, and layered silver necklaces that clink against the- dog tags?- resting against his chest (long hair, long skirt, jewelry, cropped shirt; dad always said Four shouldn’t dress like this, that it was too feminine, that it was bad.)
(Dad is dead.)
“Yeah, well, I would’ve gotten here sooner,” Four says around the cigarette. “But I just really didn’t want to.”
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They go back in time, determined to rewrite their own family history. Only problem is, only one of them looks the proper age to get near their younger selves.
Or, six months after Five stormed out, determined to time travel, he returns home. His siblings are happy to have him back, but he's acting differently...
(Or, Five goes undercover as himself. Twice the siblings should make saving the world easier, right? Yet somehow, he's only now realizing how many issues his family has to fix.)
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25 Jan 2023
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THIS IS SO GOOD
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The Bizarre Disappearance of Number Five by slytherincosette
Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV), Buzzfeed Unsolved (Web Series)
05 Apr 2019
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“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we cover the strange and sudden disappearance of Number Five, one of the members of the illusive Umbrella Academy...”
or, the buzzfeed unsolved episode fic that no one asked for
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24 Jan 2023
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“Number Five was confident, highly intelligent, and reportedly spoke out often and vehemently against his father.”
A picture of a young boy in a mask appears on the screen. He is confident, with straight shoulders and shelf-assured smirk. His hair is gelled to perfection, not a hair out of place.
“In Vanya Hargreeves’ autobiography, she writes, quote, “Five was always sticking up for us. He was the only one brave enough to go against Dad, to not fear what came after the confrontation. He’d yell, and then Dad would cart him off for ‘special training,’ and Five would come back with a dislocated shoulder, or a bruised eye, or just be so exhausted he couldn’t move. When he left, we fell apart.” End quote.”
“...Christ.”
“Yeah. It’s. Yeah.”
“Five Hargreeves disappeared on November 10, 2002. A statement was released from the Umbrella Academy headquarters two weeks later, after nothing but radio silence from the family. This was odd, as the Academy was constantly in the limelight, giving interviews to television journalists and magazines alike when they weren’t fighting crime. When the public began to get restless, Hargreeves himself released a statement that said, quote, “Our beloved son and brother, Five, has disappeared. We are doing everything in our power to find him, and we ask for your patience and support as we navigate this tumultuous time as a family.” End quote.”