Diego has been sitting on a thought for a while now: How did Five adjust to his identity so well? I mean, he knows that the kid read Vanya’s book. And she had the courtesy to at least use his name and pronouns in the godforsaken thing. But he must’ve looked like a complete stranger - an imposter. He was 13, forced to see his dead, transitioned sibling. Five hasn’t once slipped up on his name or pronouns since he’s been back.
Okie,so i just recently finished the Umbrella Academy and immediatley wanted more, so like any attached person would i searched for fanfiction!
The fandom isn’t as huge as some others but there is a good stream of fics coming through on archive, so i got all these from there! (Also there won’t be many ship fics, because incest)
[As always a ★ means that it’s one of my highly reccomended]
So tiny. He looks at the pots who fell on top of another, dirt everywhere inside the crate. A respectable person would walk away, returning home to go to bed before sunrise. That’s good Klaus has never claimed to be respectable, as he can fill his pockets with plants, and his arms too. That’s going to bring colors inside the living graveyard they’re stuck in (minus the ghosts, well outside of his).
- In which Klaus puts his siblings and himself back together, with the help of a bunch of succulents
After attempting to transport all of his siblings back in time, Five wakes up to a familiar scene. Again. And again. And again. He doesn’t know why he keeps being transported back to the day of his father’s funeral, but he is determined to not waste it now that he has the foresight to prevent the apocalypse. He just wished he didn’t feel so alone doing it all over again.
When Five blinks, sometimes he’s back in the world of ash and embers. It’s hard to remember how to breathe when that happens. In which Klaus tries to play the role of supportive brother with Ben’s help, and Five struggles more than he lets on.
“Twenty-two minutes?” Reginald Hargreeves barks incredulously. “Impossible. By all means, he should be dead.”
And by all means, Diego should. Stuck at the bottom of a pool with a slab of concrete on his chest, pinning him to the gritty bottom—he should have kicked it within the first few minutes. But he hadn’t.
Five winced loudly, pushing his head off the floor to see bright red smeared across his chest and stomach; crimson soaked into his shorts, running down his leg. His head fell back against the ground dizzyingly, and he groaned as someone touched the wound, biting his bottom lip as he tried to stay conscious. The end of life, of everything, was in three days; they didn’t have time for this, he didn’t have time for this. A bullet wound, a stupid bullet wound and all that stupid concern and worry, was just going to slow them down. There wasn’t time for mistakes, or hiccups, or rest and recovery. It was the end of the fucking world. Sickfic so be warned. Also set between episodes 6/7 and spoilers. Also, in here their mother is still dead.
“You cannot convince me that Diego’s heart doesn’t stop every time they announce on the police radio that they’ve found a dead junkie” - ealeczander on tumblr
Diego listens to the police radio and prays the dead junkie in the gutter isn’t Klaus.
He was always the fastest. He always beat the others up the stairs, down the halls, through time and space. If there’s one lesson he’s learned, it’s that there’s always a finish line. A stopping place. Blood bubbles from between his fingers, and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs. *** Five jumps in front of a bullet. He calls it quick reflexes. Diego calls it stupidity.
“Five was different. He’d always known. Different from most people, what with his freakish birth, powers and unconventional upbringing, all that old news. And different from his siblings. He was smarter. His powers were stronger. And he’d never picked a name. All that was old news too. But there was something else that separated him from the rest, something he didn’t know how to put a finger on, how to categorize, analyse, understand. Five didn’t like not understanding. It was probably Klaus that made him first notice something was off.”
“I don’t want to be a ‘cute little schoolboy’ anymore, alright?” Five snapped. For some reason, the thought of himself as a schoolboy was enough to make his skin prickle. Was it the implication that he was younger than the rest of them, less mature despite his life? …Yeah, it was definitely that. Absolutely.
Five wants a change in wardrobe. His siblings are more than happy to help.
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That’s all… for now anyways!
I know there was a lot of Five centric fics, buuut he’s my favourite so of course imma read fanfics about him
as usual i hope you enjoyed this list and if you haven’t watched the series (i don’t know why your here if you haven’t?) then you should! drop everything and watch it now!!
The Dead Aren’t Good Company which is about Reginald forcing Klaus into the mausoleum when they go back in time, and his siblings helping with the fallout.
Therapy which is about Vanya trying to convince each of her siblings to try therapy (unsuccessfully.)
The Moments We Had which is a Klave fic. Pretty much about their relationship during the war.
Here is a Klaus Hargreeves drawing I started back in July when season 2 came out. I’ve been looking for ways to make my backgrounds more interesting hence the slight psychedelic vibe.
I know I’m not the first person to point this out, but @pepperf and I are doing a rewatch and we have noticed that Diego really does get knocked out an inordinate amount in this show. Some of these are in the same episode.
Here’s a bonus for the one time he’s not knocked out and it’s self inflicted but he gives off the vibe of a man who would rather stay down:
Also, the two times he’s actually dead:
To make up for it though, he’s also the only one who gets a decent night’s sleep
