diego: patch talks in her sleep sometimes. it’s adorable

patch, sleeping: fight me… you motherfucker… square up… i think the fuck not

diego: your existence is confusing

klaus:how?

diego: your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me

klaus: things i want- snuggles

also klaus: things i receive- struggles

I present to you, my rendition of the Hargreeves babysitting chart

another one of these just because??

five hargreavesDad’s hunting gun.

I’m really into The umbrella academy right now.

My favorite character is five,klaus,ben.☂️

Can’t wait for season3..

BOOK POSTER:thank you for the venom

❝Prudence Sinclair was quite certain that Klaus Hargreeves happens to be her father, given the fact that she can see ghosts just like he can, she thinks the chances of him being her father like her file said, are pretty high. Was she certain enough to crash Reginald Hargreeves’ funeral, not exactly, but she does it anyway …❞

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‘The Umbrella Academy: 3’Will Be Released On 22nd Of June 2022 On Netflix.

everyone saying vanya probably won’t get a girlfriend is making me sad….let mE PRETEND FOR A SECOND

GUYS: VANYA GETS A GIRLFRIEND AND BEN HAS SCREENTIME SEASON 2 IS GONNA BE GREAT!!!!!!

Allison: Were you dropped too much as a child or what?

Vanya: Jokes on you, I wasn’t being held at all.

Reginald: Tomorrow is garbage day.

Klaus: Huh, can’t believe they have a whole day dedicated to you.

am I the only one who doesn’t know anyone irl who watches tua? it’s so annoying cuz I wanna scream about Diego hargreeves but I can’t because that’s “weird”. smh we really do live in a society.

I did a fic swap with the lovely whumpy!! Read them both now!! >:))

The image of the dead (dead ends in my mind) - WhoGaveMothTheRightToHyperfix - The Umbrella Academy (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

You know that one scene in the S3 trailer where it’s Klaus in a graveyard and in the background is Reginald? >:) hurt/comfort with some protective Five

And the lovely Whumpys Fic!

It’s The Hard Knock Life! - Whumpy - The Umbrella Academy (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

He wanted to leave with them, all of them alive. If even that wasn’t possible, he just wanted his siblings to be okay. That was all he had to ask for, that they live. Or: Poor sweet Viktor can’t catch a break as Marcus wants to do some… Interrogating

13 is a difficult age - Chapter 5 - sapphicyangchen - The Umbrella Academy (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

chapter five is out! i had to rewrite it like three times lol :,)

Bonnie and Clyde 2.0

Requested By an anon

Warnings: Swearing

Five Hargreeves dating a short reader would look something like this…

• Ok so before we start: Aidan Gallagher is 5’6 so let me just say you’d have to be pretty short to date Five.
• He’d be a snarky shit though if you were dating him.
• The poor man is stuck in his teenage body at the height of 5’6, all his siblings are taller than him but then you show up and somehow manage to be shorter than him?
• He’s going to rub it in your face.
• Like if you need to reach something from a higher shelf and you refuse to tell him.
• “Do you need help with that?”
• ** cocky shit smirk **
• “Not from you.”
• ** cocky shit smirk when he hands it to you **
• “I could’ve reached it.”
• “Could you though?”
• “Shut up.”
• Affection with Five is limited but forehead kisses are something he indulges in.
• Benefits of being taller.
• He’s definitely put his coffee mug on your head just to annoy you.
• Making you line up at theme park rides and checking to see if you’re tall enough.
• “I’m not under 5 feet, asshole.”
• “Just checking.”
• If it benefits him in some way during a job… he’ll say you’re his little sister or cousin.
• “My little sister…”
• “I’m going to strangle you.”
• Doing everything together and you guys become Bonnie and Clyde 2.0 as Klaus puts it.
• “Five, you just killed the board of directors!”
• “Okay? And you killed the most people out of anyone in the commission!”
• Klaus grinning. “Bonnie and Clyde!”
• “Shut up!”
• “I’m going to kill you.”
• “No I would do it first.”
• “You love me too much for that.”
• Klaus even more hyper. “BONNIE AND CLYDE!”

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The World No Longer Collapses

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Cuddling with Klaus Hargreeves would look something like this…

• We can all agree that Klaus seems like a very affectionate person.
• Cheek kisses, holding hands, hugs… literally everything and anything. It’s the result of a touch starved childhood.
• You indulged his affections and the only way to describe how he made you feel was warm. It was nice having someone who would hold you and pour all their love and affection for you.
• And when Klaus showed you affection it felt genuine. His flighty personality made it so that every small act of touch made you blush knowing that somewhere in his mind he was thinking of you.
• It was… rather nice.
• Now of course relationships are boundary breaking and by far one of the largest boundaries broken was your problem with sleeping.
• Overthinking was a killer and sleep had always been hard. Your mind could never shut down and the only way to describe your issue was, as you had told Klaus, “like the world was collapsing in on itself”.
• “That sounds really awful.”
• “Tell me about it.”
• So one night, Klaus decided to stay over. It was only slightly nerve wracking for you. You were scared of him falling asleep and you still being… well awake.
• Klaus was aware of your situation as refrained himself from touching you as he fell asleep beside you.
• The moment worked out exactly how you thought… Klaus asleep and you awake and anxious and fighting off the urge to shift.
• You failed at that.
• You tried to shift quietly but Klaus heard you regardless. He let out a groan. “You’re still up?”
• “Sorry.” You murmured.
• He rubbed his eyes. “No, no! It’s fine. It’s not your fault.”
• You softly smiled. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
• “I think it’s a good thing seeing as you aren’t asleep. I’d rather stay up all night with you then have you suffer alone.”
• You grin, his words cheering you up. “I know. I just wish there was a way for me to stop thinking for one fucking moment.”
• He nods, his eyes seeming to be lost in thought. Klaus looked at you calmly. “Do you trust me?”
• You nodded.
• And that moment changed everything. He still faced you, looking you in the eyes as he slightly shifted. His arms wrapped around your back, lightly pushing you closer to him. Surprisingly, you didn’t panic. In fact, you collapsed into his warmth. Your head fell against his chest and you felt his lips kiss your temple.
• It was the best night of sleep you had ever gotten.
• From there, Klaus slept over every night and he held you. Your mind no longer raced down highways and you stopped tossing and turning.
• And Klaus… he was overjoyed that he had somehow managed to solve your problem. He felt needed and that was something rare to him.
• “Hey, Klaus?”
• “Yeah, Y/N?”
• “Thank you.”
• “For what?”
• “For being here.” you murmured. “When I’m with you, the world no longer collapses.”
• “Really?”
• “Really.” a very affectionate person.

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So Long, Farewell, Good Evening and Good Night!

Requested by an anon!

Warnings: Language

Klaus Hargreeves dating a shy reader would include…

• Klaus is the opposite of shy.
• He’s loud, he’s boisterous, he’s unapologetically himself. It’s a surprise that someone who is shy would fall in love with someone so distinctly the opposite.
• But opposites attract or so the saying goes.
• You meeting Klaus would be purely accidental. He prefers to hang out at parties, clubs, bars- places where he won’t be alone. Those places were not necessarily your scene.
• Shockingly, you met Klaus at a coffee shop. You were there to relax, do some reading and have a nice cup of coffee. Klaus was recovering from a hangover and smoking a cigarette outside.
• You bumped into him while leaving.
• It was like a twisted cliché.
• You spilled your drink on him, he jumped and you squealed.
• It was one big fucking mess.
• You were scared he was going to be angered and were surprised but relieved when he only laughed. “Wow, that really warmed me up. How’d you know I was cold?”
• You stared at him in confusion and embarrassment. “I am so sorry.”
• His voice was sweet and seemed to stay at the positive tone from before. “No, no, no. You’re more than good.”
• When you finally calmed you almost cried because Klaus looked completely… wrecked. If you had known him you would know Klaus couldn’t care about what he wore as long as it somewhat expressed himself and fit comfortably. But from your eye he looked… well… like he needed some help.
• You took him back to your apartment to give him something… no anything… to wear. He insisted it was okay but didn’t protest when you dragged him along.
• You didn’t speak much, instead listened to all of his stories and random thoughts that popped into his head.
• “You don’t talk much, do you?” he said, once it had been ten minutes and you still didn’t say a word.
• “No.” you replied. “Some people are better as listeners.”
• Klaus didn’t know what to say to that. He appreciated being listened to. He had never been listened to truly in his life but he also knew that sometimes people needed to be heard.
• When the two of you arrived at your apartment he took a skirt, a leather jacket and a band t-shirt and somehow managed to pull it off?
• “Well, now I owe you one.” he thought out loud.
• You laugh. “You don’t owe me anything, Klaus. I owed you.”
• “Yeah and now I owe you. Or maybe we can just agree that me owing you is me trying to say I would like to hang out with you again?”
• His words flustered you. “Really?”
• “Of course!” he said. “Maybe I can be the listener in your life.”
• He left after that and he left you stunned at the sudden wisdom.
• Soon after the two of you went out together often.
• Klaus did indeed become the listener in your life. He was rather good at it too. He pushed you out of your comfort zone but somehow managed to make it comfortable just by being there beside you.
• He fit right into the crazy and unfamiliar but he was familiar to you so… it was an odd but comfortable balance.
• Book stores were an interesting feat due to the fact that Klaus had a short attention span. However, if he did ever roam off you could find him in the manga aisle scrolling through the comic-like books.
• “We should start watching anime.”
• “I mean… sure.”
• If Klaus ever did take you to a bar (the only place of his you’d ever step foot in) he made sure to introduce you to his nice friends. You’d soon fall into conversation and he’d smile knowing that you were happy.
• Cooking together was interesting because Klaus was surprisingly good at it and you… not so much. He’d teach you and it was the one time he was calm. His fingers were made to work quick and cutting up peppers and onions fell along those lines.
• He’s very affectionate but in odd ways. He loves giving you flowers or little things that remind him of you (anything ranging from a penny, to a ticket stub to a candy wrapper).
• *** Cheek kisses
• Watching movies together but only as long as Klaus could make commentary (he is definitely the type of person who likes to make funny or sarcastic comments during movies… cough, cough **me)
• But most of all, Klaus made you feel special.
• “Remember, when you said you were more of a listener?”
• “Yeah, Klaus. I remember.”
• “Well, I like hearing your voice.”
• “Thanks, Klaus. It’s all because of you, you know.”
• “Really? I’m glad then. I like listening to the Y/N show.”
• “The Y/N show?” you laugh.
• “Yup. The Y/N show. You’re the star.”
• “Then you’re the producer.”
• “Of course. And I’ll get to announce at the end of each night. That’s the end of the Y/N show! So long! Farewell! Good evening and Good Night!”
• “I love you.”
• “Of course you should. I’m ending your show.”

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Do You Wish On Burning Stars?

~ Requested by @jackys-stuff-blog

~ Comforting Klaus Hargreeves would include…

• Klaus has had to live through a number of difficult situations.
• It doesn’t help that his siblings are shit with emotions and don’t realize to ask if he’s okay (especially with his addiction).
• I feel like you were someone Klaus met a long time ago on one of his excursions out of the house as a teen. You were easy to talk to and the two of you became quick friends.
• You’d already become a sort of therapist for Klaus. Or maybe a better word would be a shoulder to lean on. A friend’s place to crash in. You were just… therewhen no one else in his life had truly been.
• Your first time truly comforting Klaus was after Ben’s death. Instead of being greeted with sympathy, the Hargreeves children were met with anger, disappointment and criticism.
• It may not have been painstakingly obvious but Klaus was deteriorating inside.
• So he had found himself sneaking out that night, Ben’s ghost not aiding to fill the lack of flesh and bone he used to walk in. He stumbled in through the fire escape of your apartment; drunk, a bottle of vodka in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
• “Klaus, what are you doing in my fire escape?”
• “Drinking away my sorrows. It sounds pretty poetic, don’t you think?”
• He explained Ben’s death, gave a drunken recount of the funeral and deflected all forms of emotional questioning at all. But you didn’t need to hear the words to see that Klaus was in grief.
• You listened to his rambling with a sad smile, preparing the couch for him. His face began to pale and a sickly mask overtook his features. The two of you stumbled to the roof, thinking it best to allow him to get some air.
• The stars were shining brightly, a last ode to Ben in your opinion. Klaus stared at them in a daze. “He always loved the stars.”
• “Really?”
• “Yeah. When we were little we used to make wishes on them all the time.”
• The gesture was sweet, innocent for someone so broken. “What would you wish for?”
• “Candy.” he laughed. “And other things too. They never came true though.”
• You nodded. “Well, have you ever wished on a burning star?”
• His expression was priceless, like a lost child. “Burning stars?”
• “Yeah. Burning stars. Ones that shine brighter than all the others. My grandma would say that burning stars are the ones you have to wish on.”
• “Why?”
• “Because when they die… when they finally go out… they become stardust. Your wish will be infused in the stardust and that stardust will make more stars and planets and it will spread your wish across the universe.”
• You point to one of the stars in the sky, one of the brightest burning ones you could spot. “That sounds beautiful.” Klaus sighs.
• You grab his hand, pointing his own finger to the star. “Now make a wish on that one and I swear on all the burning stars I can find that your wish will come true.”
• “Do I say it out loud?”
• You shake your head. “Think it. They’ll hear you.”
• You watched as he closed his eyes, before letting out a soft sigh. “You done?”
• “Yeah.” he said.
• With that the two of you went inside. You made sure he was covered completely on the couch. An old musical played as you sat on the floor, back against the couch. Occasionally, you would hear him sing along until the weight of the night collapsed on you both and sleep was welcomed with open arms.

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Come on Get Higher

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:Language

Requested:Hahaha no. Note: this is shit. it went from me thinking it was good to being absolute shit but i’m going to publish it anyway because :p

Summary:We go through such difficult times it’s a wonder how one continues on. A song fic for Come on Get Higher by Matt Nathanson.

I miss the sound of your voice

And I miss the rush of your skin

And I miss the still of the silence

As you breathe out and I breathe in

What gave someone the will to survive?

Most people would respond with family and most people would agree. Love, overall, was an honorable and driving reason to continue on when there appeared to be nothing left in the world. However, it took a certain type of person to continue on alone and still cling to survival in hopes of finding their loved ones.

Five Hargreeves looked far from the person who would know what love was. Anyone who knew him would go as far to say he would need to look the term up in a dictionary to even get a small glimpse of understanding.

This was far from true.

Not everyone showed love the same and everyone had a preferred way of being gifted it. For some it was hugs and kisses, their touch transferred love. For others, Five amongst them, love was shown and received in less obvious manners. They weren’t grandiose, most of the actions were hardly noticeable, but if someone squinted or held their gaze on it for more than a moment, they would see the love intertwined with the notion.

Five clung to the idea of his loved ones. It was the hope that he wouldn’t admit he had that pushed him to do the unthinkable in the scorching heat of apocalyptic ruin. His hope consisted of two categories; his family… and then you, someone who fell somewhere in between.

His dreams were bittersweet as they echoed your voice in his mind. Clear, calm and composed, you had spoken to him rather honestly. There was no need for laced sweetness or false tones, only your voice and the words that flowed from them. You never dragged on conversation when it wasn’t needed, you didn’t feel the need to speak when there was silence.

Your silence was calming.

He could remember countless hours spent in the library together, neither of you speaking, both of you drowned into another world whether mathematical or fictional or perhaps historical. Some would have argued the arrangement wasn’t bonding at all but to Five it was perfect. It was presence. It was peace. It was company. It was having someone by his side in peace and quiet as he dug into the philosophies of Plato or uncovering the secrets of the universe with Steven Hawkins.

The sun burning on his skin mirrored your touch, something he had taken time to accustom to. It had first been grazes of fingers between exchanges of items; books, napkins, dishes, pencils. Little things that had irked him and made his spine cringe. But soon it had progressed to high fives, fist bumps and bumped shoulders. Small things, pathetic things to some.

But not to him.

You were his best company. His favorite company. With you conversation came easy, silence was simple. If he had wanted to he could have listened closely and heard the beat of your heart and the soft inhales and exhales of your breathing. He didn’t know he could enjoy simply being with someone. It was nice knowing that he could solve theorems and equations, translate Latin and analyze Hemingway and have someone to explain what all of that meant to.

If I could walk on water

If I could tell you what’s next

I’d make you believe

I’d make you forget

There was a lot Five wished he could tell you.

He wished you knew that the moment he had jumped in time he had instantly regretted it. He wished you knew that only a few hours later he’d be sleeping in a pile of rubble salvaging burnt bread and dirty water in order to make it to the next day. He wished he could tell you about the coming apocalypse for you were the only person he could think of that wouldn’t immediately freeze. Whose mind would turn with possible solutions and perhaps the only person who would completely believe him.

Most of all, he wished he could tell you how sorry he was. Perhaps it was because he knew you would be the only one to accept it. He doubted if he even attempted to apologize he wouldn’t know where to begin or how to end but he knew, no hoped, that wouldn’t matter to you.

To you he wanted to stumble over his words as he tried to figure out how to express all the regret he felt. He wanted to break down or perhaps collapse in front of you because he was so fucking tired and you would make sure he could rest peacefully at least for a night. He wanted to mutter the words “I’m sorry” to you because they had once been hard for him to say but with you they came easy because with you he meant it.

But that would never happen.

If he was being truthful he hoped you would forget about him. It would be better off that way. Chances of coming home were slim and if the universe could send a message to you he’d ask it to let you know he was okay. Physically, at least. Or if miracles were real you’d move on and quit worrying for him like he knew you were doing. Love was giving back and he would do anything for you, search the depths of the known and cross into the unknowing in order to get back to you.

You were the first person to ever give back to him without getting something in return.

He figured someone that genuine would search the universe for him too.

The idea of it was pleasant but he hoped more than anything that you’d stop.

So, come on get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

Nights were easier with the shadow of you to accompany him.

Ghosts of memories lingered vaguely and he could remember those precious moments where his lips would upturn due to the little things you did. If you studied together, you always brought coffee for him. If you stayed up late together, you always made sure he ate. Your caring actions pulled his head out of the clouds consisting of logic and reason.

He craved your affection. He didn’t realize how much he’d miss it. His whole life Five had always thought he had taken care of himself. He never realized you carried a large weight that now fell back on his shoulders.

Being drowned in love seemed rather vulgar at first but he imagined your waters would bring a peaceful death.

So, come on get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

Delirium.

It forced loose smiles on his face from things that weren’t there.

Five was afraid he was beginning to imagine you. But was that all so bad? He was surviving and that was what mattered. After all, your ghost was pushing forward.

Funny, how even if you weren’t physically there you still looked after him.

I miss the sound of your voice

Loudest thing in my head

And I ache to remember

All the violent, sweet

Perfect words that you said

The sun only intensified the illusions his mind was stirring up.

Your voice in his head, he trekked from water to water, can to can. Searching for anything he could use to survive. He could imagine your sweet scolding; angered at him for being so reckless yet proud that he had accomplished what he had wanted. There would be no hatred between you two, only understanding, empathy, sympathy.

As there always had been.

You always understood.

If I could walk on water

If I could tell you what’s next

I’d make you believe

I’d make you forget

Months went on and each one stayed the same. Sun and rubble and loose thoughts. His brothers, his sisters, Grace, Pogo, his father… you.

No one to save him.

His own memories of you resurfacing in order to save him.

Until someone did show up to save him…

So, come on get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

FORTY FIVE YEARS LATER

The job at the Commission suited him well.

Currently the Parisian streets were cluttered and the small 1950s café was bustling with conversation and joy. He could picture you and his family here clearly. Klaus would fit right in with a goofy cap on his head, smoking a cigarette outside the café. Luther and Allison would be side by side window shopping. He’d accompany Vanya to a symphony at Versaille. Diego would be enthralled with Moulin Rouge and Ben would appreciate the louvre and you… he’d take you anywhere you liked.

He saw your face in crowds and heard your laugh in theaters. It was what kept Five from going completely off the deep end. With each murder and each assassination he imagined a happier scenario to suit it; visiting Cathedrals with you and his family, listening to the sound of their bickering which he missed so dearly. You’d make sure he ate and you’d make a joke to something he’d find funny like Freudian or Dickens and you’d smile as his lips turned upwards only slightly.

Everything would be perfect.

He just had to find his way back.

So, come on get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

He saw you in Sacramento, Mumbai, Arizona. Your eyes were in the streams of the Nile. Your smile was the blazing sun in Patagonia. Klaus was in the ash-stained streets of Berlin. He could catch Allison’s heart in Naples and Luther’s pride in the ruins of Rome. Ben was in the boisterous air in Barcelona, Diego’s voice could be heard in the Brazilian Carnival and he almost swore he saw Vanya beside a river bank in Oslo.

Wherever Five went a part of his old life lingered and he could never truly let go. The reminder that he was once loved, or possibly still loved, was encouraging. Books soon cluttered in his bags. Theories of time travel and quantum physics of which he hadn’t studied for years but he clung to the hope that this time he’d be smart enough.

That this time he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

I miss the pull of your heart

I taste the sparks on your tongue

With each hour he spent studying and calculating and pouring over little infinities he was reminded of your words whenever he worked. Small sarcastic remarks that would have caused him to snap at his siblings but it was somehow alright if you said it. He could remember your handwriting, feeding him sources from beside him. The calm muse you were in whenever the two of you dove into something. He found himself trying to replicate it on his own but it wasn’t the same.

Home was so close. He could feel it by now. Numbers were crunching together and soon he’d have a plan all in set. Even after forty years you still were the one who resonated in his mind the most. It still felt like you were sitting beside him as he researched and perhaps like many quantum theories suggested, there was another reality where you were next to him.

He was determined to get back to that reality.

I see angels and devils

And God, when you come on

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Numbers upon numbers.

He was so fucking close.

And then the numbers seemed to fall into place.

Hawkins would’ve been proud.

So come on get higher

Loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

Dealey Plaza was crowded with prospects of the president coming into town.

Five Hargreeves was attempting the impossible today.

Other than the order to assassinate the president, he was planning to dodge the order all together. He had found the numbers. At least what he thought were the right numbers. He’d have to be quick. His case was on the floor, his hands were beginning to glow and concentration… his family was in arms reach by now.

The anomaly formed, his eyes widened.

Without a single concern he walked straight in.

So come on get higher

Loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me, drown me in love

It burned like no other.

HIs mind felt as though it was tearing itself apart.

Five was instantly regretting stepping inside. Something had gone wrong. It was the end of the line for him and all because of a simple slip up on his part. At that point it didn’t even matter to him. Death would be greeted as an old friend.

But then there was a moment of clarity.

“What is that?”

“What was that supposed to do, Klaus?”

Your voice, his brother’s voice. He could hear them. Clear as day. He opened his eyes, everything was covered in a haze of blue. With a jolt the universe sent him forward. His body hit the ground with a thud.

Voices were echoing around him.

It’s all wrong, it’s all wrong

It’s all wrong, it’s so right

“Does anyone else see little number five?”

He looked up and it took everything in him to not drop his jaw in awe. There before him stood Klaus and in line with him, all his siblings and at the end you. Klaus’s words didn’t seem to matter anymore because there he stood, back at home and in his own flesh although one that belonged to the younger him.

And you were there.

They all were.

Older, taller, more grown into your features but he could recognize each of his siblings. Your smile was the brightest as though you knew somewhere deep down that he’d always return. The silence between you was still peaceful and now that he was in the moment he appreciated it so much more.

So come on, get higher

So come on and get higher

‘Cause everything works, love

Everything works in your arms

You smiled.

He gave a soft grin.

It may have shocked everyone to see him hug you tightly. His face expressionless but words quietly coming from his lips. “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

You only laughed. “It’s okay, Five.”

“It’s okay.”

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FICS

• Five Hargreeves

Silver Linings Playbook-In which, Five Hargreeves didn’t see the silver lining and one day you point it out to him. 

Come on Get Higher-We go through such difficult times it’s a wonder how one continues on.

• Klaus Hargreeves

Grand Piano- Shaky fingers become steady hands once they dance upon the keys of a piano forte.

• Luther Hargreeves

Rocket-Man- I’m a rocket-man, burning out his fuse up here alone.

HEADCANONS

• Klaus Hargreeves

Do You Wish on Burning Stars?- comforting Klaus Hargreeves headcanons

So Long, Farewell, Good Evening and Good Night!- Klaus Hargreeves dating a shy reader.

The World No Longer Collapses- Cuddling with Klaus Hargreeves

• Five Hargreeves

Bonnie and Clyde 2.0- Five Hargreeves dating a short reader.

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Silver Linings Playbook

Pairing:Five Hargreeves x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k 

Warnings:Swearing

A/N:Yes, I stole the title from the movie Silver Lining’s Playbook (an enjoyable movie by the way) and yes this can be viewed as platonic or romantic. I’m not writing a minor a fucking grandeur love story. 

Summary:In which, Five Hargreeves didn’t see the silver lining and one day you point it out to him. 

Despite the sun’s menacing glare, you couldn’t help but find it beautiful. 

On the contrary, Five Hargreeves resolutely disagreed. 

In his mind, there was nothing redeeming or remotely beautiful about the apocalyptic ruins in which you two walked. Survival was his main focus although what drove him, he didn’t know. Maybe it was in hopes of seeing his family again. In hopes that he could get you back to yours. These were the few miniscule ideas that kept him going despite the sun’s heat and the intense growl in his stomach. 

“Today’s a nice day.” you say, pulling the sheet that clothed your hair down further. 

“I think we have two very different definitions of nice.” he sighed, kicking the rocks that lay in his path. 

You shake your head, taking a small swig of your water. “No. I just think you’re choosing not to stop and take a look.” 

“At what?” 

“The world.” 

“I can see the world, Y/N. It’s shit.”

That was the thing about you that Five found odd. He had found you on his twelfth day in the future sitting in the ruins of a building with an expired can of fruit and a book in your hand. A pathetic picture to come across if you asked him. You had no recollection of how you survived or where you were from. Five had almost made the decision of leaving you but the small sliver of humanity that was left had won the mental debate and here he was. 

You had an unique optimism and with anyone else it would have bothered him. The attitude typically followed with a bubbly personality and Five had little to no patience with most people but bubbly people especially. However, you talked of the silly, somewhat romantic, ideas in a serene tone that reminded him of his brother, Klaus. It was that peaceful aura of yours that kept him company through the rougher days. He wouldn’t ever admit it but you kept him from falling off the deep end. 

He would say sanity but he figured he was far past gone in that department. 

“I mean the good stuff. It may be hard to see from where we stand but there’s some good.” 

He bit back a sarcastic laugh. “Like what?” 

You fell into step with him, squinting in the shine of the sun. “Well, I finally took the time to read. I didn’t know I would enjoy it this much.” 

Five scoffs. “That’s nice.” 

You sigh at his sarcastic remark, though you were used to them by now. The sun was setting now similar to the hue of an egg yolk. Heat still lingered on your skin as you looked at him with a smile. “Come on. There has to be something that you’re grateful for. Something that keeps you going.” 

His façade seemed to glitch for a mere second before he recollected himself once more. One thing came to his mind. Something was more along the lines of someone, that someone being you. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that. There was no need to be vulnerable and make matters more complicated than they already were. 

“Yeah. Your pestering.” he jokes with a smirk. His eyes fall on some ruins with odd books sticking out and astray. He nodded to the hideaway, lugging the small collection of necessities he had brought with him. 

“Nice to know my voice keeps us alive. That’s very sweet of you, Five.” you tease, collapsing against the wall. 

He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his water. You pick up the stack of books that lay by your side, flipping the pages with a sigh. Five watches as you toss it aside, flipping through another only to do the same. “They’re in Greek.” 

“Hand me those.” he calls. You lift the book to him, his fingers lightly grazing yours during the exchange. Five flips the book to its title. “Oedipus Rex.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “You read Greek?” 

He nods, turning the page. “η σκηνή” 

Your eyes light up with curiosity. “What does that mean?” 

Five looks up, your eyes the brightest he’d seen them in a while despite the need for sleep that lingered in them. He sighed, clearing his throat as you smiled. “The Scene. Before the palace of Oedipus, King of Thebes. A central door and two lateral doors open onto a platform which runs the length of the façade…” 

You watched Five as he read, noticing the miniscule changes in his demeanor. The stern countenance in his eyes dimmed to a soft curiosity, similar to a small child’s. His face relaxed and his voice no longer scolded but flowed gently as he read. In his peace, you found sweet lullabies that drew your eyes closed as the journeys of Oedipus faded from your mind. 

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You and Five decided on staying at the ruins for a bit. Enough food and accessible water was around to make camp for a few days. When the sun shone the two of you worked making little to no conversation. Five preferred to scavenge in silence and you didn’t mind obliging to his few demands. It was mainly at night in which the two of you conversed, when the air was cooler and the day at an end. 

“Hey, Five.” you mumble. 

Both of you laid with your backs on the ground. Your eyes were gazing upwards as were Five’s. “Yeah, Y/N?” 

“Isn’t it odd that the one thing that stayed the same in the world were the stars?” 

He nodded. “If anything they got brighter.” he added. 

“Yeah. It’s like we’re looking at one big storybook.” you say, pointing out lines of stars. “Leo, Ursa, Sextans.” Five follows your finger, a bright star lying under the tip. “That bright star right there is Regulus. Each constellation has a myth.” 

“Myths by the Greeks. And the Greeks loved their tragedies.” he tapped the book that lay by his side. “Look at old Oedipus here. He’s suffering a pretty bad fate I’d say.” 

“Not all stories are tragic. Actually most stories have happy endings I would say. If I were in a story this would all be so easy.” 

Five shakes his head. “I disagree. Technically we’ll be a story and our ending isn’t happy at all.” 

You turn to him. “You think so?” 

He turns to you with a smirk. “Sure. An untold one. But I don’t see a happy ending in sight for us.” 

“Now I’m going to have to disagree.” you say quietly. “There’s always a silver lining.” 

A silver lining. It was something so common yet so uniquely you. Of course you believed in them. After all you still had hope despite Five’s persistent effort to get your head out of the clouds and your feet back on the ground. He had never believed in silver linings but he liked the idea when you said it. It seemed real. Genuine. 

Your eyes wander to the stars once more with a smile. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I think the best stories are the saddest ones. They’re the most real, right?” 

He nods, fighting the soft smile on his lips. “Right.” 

“So maybe our story is sad. But you can only know what’s sad if you know what’s good in this world.” you turned over, your head resting against your backpack and your eyes beginning to sink. “There’s a silver lining in this somewhere. Maybe you just haven’t found it yet.” 

Your eyes fluttered close and your breathing came to a steady pace as Five looked up at the stars. His own open storybook clouded with your silver linings. Five’s story was a tragic one. His opinion would never change on that. It belonged to be painted in the sky for eternity, one of the many tales in your storybook. But perhaps there was a silver lining to it all. 

Yours was the stars. 

His was the person who pointed them out. 

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Pairing: Luther Hargreeves x platonic!astronaut!gn!reader

Word Count:1818

Warnings: none! inspired by elton john’s song rocket-man

A/N: once again, not back but i thought of this and was bored and decided to write it. it probably sucks because i haven’t written in so long.

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Summary: I’m a rocket-man, burning out his fuse up here alone.

Day 62

There was nothing you loved more than stars and the way they stood out against the black void of the universe or the misty colors of the planet you left behind.

But even beauty held sadness. Or perhaps it was the other way around? After sixty-two days of wandering in space you still hadn’t found the answer.

You knew there was a madness to your job. An obsession, a drive, a passion. A few rare people are crazy enough to abandon the comforts of their homes and routine lives, their families, all to explore an ever expanding universe alone. Not many things triumphed over the contentment of home but the unignorable call of curiosity did.

And boy was it calling to you now.

It had been smooth sailing for the past hour, the buzz of the radio Walkie-Talkie dulling your senses. Stars twinkled and you had already sent your daily report to your boss back at the launch site so the only real thing left to conquer was isolation and boredom.

Which is when curiosity tickled your insides.

A smirk came over your face as you rolled over onto your side, slowly turning the knob on your radio. In came the static, a peaceful hum but one that did not satisfy you. You sighed, continuing to turn the knob for a minute or two until you blinked, clear and concise classical music being heard through the buzz. Vivaldi?

“Hello?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion. “Hello?”

The music stopped, the gruff voice of a man coming through the radio. “Hello? Who is this?”

You smiled, staring out into the open void of space at where the source could be coming from. A stupid idea, you knew, seeing as the radio could reach for miles and miles and all you could see was the grey speck of the moon and the small clusters of stars. “This is Y/N L/N. I’m with NASA.”

“NASA?”the man questioned. He didn’t sound all that enthused. “How’d you tune into this frequency? This is a private communication line.”

This man was already ticking you off. He had a rude but slightly curious tone to his voice as though he were trying to cover up his curiosity with an authoritative humph. “I’m an astronaut.” you replied. “I was just searching through the frequencies.”

“Well, this is a private communication line.”

“So you’ve said.”

The man huffed. “So don’t tune in again!”

“Hey, wait!” you called, not sure if the man was still listening. “Look. I’m sorry.” you picked at the cuticles on your fingers. “I’m sorry. I’m alone. I’ve been alone for sixty-two days now up here. I just… got bored.”

It took a minute for a reply to come through as though the man were contemplating on whether or not he should reply. You were about to turn off your line when the voice returned. “I’ve been up here for three years now.”

Your eyes widened, heart plummeting for the man. “Shit- three years?”

“Yeah,”he said sadly. “Like I said, private mission.”

At his words, your eyes wandered around your own spacecraft, it’s clean but empty appearance. You couldn’t imagine being stuck here for years. “Are you on a craft?”

“No, the moon.” he let out a breath of air, something between a laugh and a scoff.

“I haven’t heard of any moon missions that long.” you search your brain as you think. “Are you with Britain? China? Russia?”

“What? No!” he laughed, your questioning tone being the only source of emotion he’d heard in years. It was odd how much emotion it had drawn from him. Such a simple question. It was the longest conversation he had had in a while. “I’m American.” There was another pause. “I shouldn’t be telling you all this to be honest.”

“Maybe you want to.” you offer, blankly and quite literally staring into the view of space out the window. “After all, you’ve been here for three years.”

He chuckles. “Right.”

Surprisingly, you smile. “As much as I’d love to pester you about why you’re up here, I don’t want to tire you out.” Silence. “Can I at least know your name?”

The man sighs. “Luther. Luther Hargreeves.”

What a pleasant name (or perhaps the only new name you’d heard in a while). “Well, goodbye, Luther.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

And all that was left was static, stars, and some sense of hope.

Day 63

Despite its hardships, you still loved your job. You did your duties well, the open universe just a glance out the window. You moved slowly each day, collecting photographs, evidence, observations. Fragments of space to bring home and analyze but it had never been about the science, only your desire to touch the mysteries of the galaxy.

But you found yourself in the same position as before, isolated and alone. Thoughts of your family and friends

At the same time the previous night you found yourself searching the radio channel, listening in for that sweet sound of Vivaldi’s four seasons. It greeted you like a wave of reassurance as you waited for the song to end before tapping in.

“You have such refined taste in music, Hargreeves.”

There was a grumble on the other end although he didn’t sound as angered this time around. “I thought I told you not to tap in here anymore.”

“I do recall that but then again, I’m terrible at listening to directions.”

“I can tell,” he scolded. “Does your boss know you tap in here? I have a good feeling he doesn’t.”

You chuckle at that, knowing Luther wouldn’t be able to reach your boss back on earth. Your eyes settle on the planet, mist clouding the African plates. “It’ll be our secret, Hargreeves. Bet you haven’t kept one of those in a while.”

He gave an airy chuckle. “Never been good with secrets.” An uncomfortable chuckle followed. “Strict father.”

You blinked, forgetting that despite not seeing him, Luther Hargreeves was as much a person as anyone else. Three years wasted without another soul to swap stories with, confide in, trustin.

“I’d suppose that meant you’d have more secrets.” you confess. “Was your mother any nicer?”

Radio silence. “I didn’t really have one. I mean, sort of?” he gave a huff. “It’s all very confusing and a long story.”

You have a soft smile, something he couldn’t see but you hoped he could feel. “I’m all ears.”

And surprisingly, he told you everything. You stared into the dark void, the white lights of your spacecraft being the only source of sight as you listened to Luther’s story like a child listened to a fairytale. The movie of his life enfolded in the black folds of the universe from superpowers to bank robberies. The death of his brother, the tenuous but deep love for his remaining siblings. Ape transformations, nights sneaking out.

You heard it all.

And you were a fantastic listener. You commented on all the right moments, empathized when you thought he had no one (you didn’t realize how true it was), laughed at the jokes that were funny and laughed at the ones that weren’t. Lord, how great it felt to have someone to share the universe with.

It made the stars feel a little warmer.

Luther offered the same courtesy to you. You talked of your mother and your father and of your sister back at home. You explained the dreams of the unknown that you’d had since you were a little kid.

“I’ve always wanted to be here, you know? It’s been my dream since I can remember.”

“I can tell,” he confessed warmly. “Just the tone of your voice gives it away.”

You blinked. “Really?”

“Really.”he chuckled. “Your voice speeds up and you sound like you’re getting carried away somewhere far off.”

“Oh.” you mumble, a warm smile overtaking your features. No one had ever described something so simple in such detail. “What was your dream?”

He sighed, your fingers drummed on the cold surface. “I don’t know. I just wanted someone to be proud of me.”

Radio silence.

You weren’t quite sure what to say.

“I’m proud of you, Luther.”

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“Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled and gave a small hum. “It’s getting late, Hargreeves. I’ve got to clock out.”

“Me too.” he was quiet. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You were somewhat unable to contain your smile. “Goodnight, Rocket-Man.”

“Rocket-?”you turned off your radio with a chuckle, leaving him to wonder for a while.

Day 66

Your daily tasks had increased in small intervals each day leaving no room to talk to Luther out of pure exhaustion. It left a hollow feeling in your stomach. You knew he was out there somewhere but untouchable due to something as human as sleep.

But luckily, on day sixty-six things began to slow. You completed your tasks with quite a bit of effort but still managed to finish in time to tap into the radio line and be welcomed by a jokingly frustrated Luther.

“What did you mean by rocket-man?” he inquired with a huff.

You laughed as you pictured what his face probably looked like. Scrunched, pout, a dab of frustration. “Relax, Hargreeves. No hello? No, how are you?”

He huffed. “I don’t like being left out of things.”

The frustration in his voice made you smile. “Haven’t you listened to Elton John before?”

“Elton John?”

You gasped. “Luther Hargreeves you haven’t listened to Elton John? I know your father was strict but that’s simply a crime.”

Luther sighed. “If I put this song on it won’t be some joke, will it? It’s not going to tell me I’m a stupid astronaut monkey?”

Once again, your laugh was sent out to the empty void of stars and through the staticky waves of the radio. “Who would write a song about that?”

You guessed he was rolling his eyes for a mocking of your statement followed before a bit of silence and then some piano.

And music spoke more depth than either of you could muster with your lonely hearts and troubled pasts. And in that moment you hoped that the words and the keys would speak to him the way they once spoke to you and that he’d find meaning in them the way you had found it.

“It’s beautiful.”

The corners of your lips rose and you wished more than anything that he could see it. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“It almost feels too special.”

Although he couldn’t see you and even if he was here you doubted the artificial light of the ship would illuminate your face enough to depict your slow shake of your head. You glanced at the stars and the small wisps of colors that were dancing in the blanket of nothingness. “You’re special, Luther. Remember that, okay?”

The static communicated his grin as best it could.

“Rocket-man, huh?”

“Yeah. Rocket-man.”

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-Umbrella Academy-

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