#little!viktor hargreeves

[fandom-nursery]

do u have any babyspace viktor headcanonss :(( he's so me fr

I love him so much 

Luther lets him borrow his hoodies and sweaters because they are absolutely huge on Viktor and make him feel tiny and help manage his dysphoria 

Prefers to hum or point instead of talking when he’s that little (his siblings always make it a point to listen to him and respond even when he’s not using words so he doesn’t feel ignored) 

Likes to listen to soft calm music when small 

CEO of handing his siblings random objects as gifts 

Wants to be carried everywhere and will cry if he’s put down for too long 

Generally a very weepy baby 

Will use paci’s but has a bad habit of zoning out while he has one in and accidentally letting it fall out. Pacifier clips are essential 

Obsessed with mobiles. If you lay tiny Viktor on his back under a mobile he will be entranced for hours 

Needs to nap but gets very fussy when it’s time to be put down because he doesn't want to be left alone 

Prefers lots of little snacks over big meals. Loves bananas 

Does occasionally need padding when he gets that little 

Really big fan of soft textures and has a baby blanket he will bring with him everywhere 

If any of his other siblings are regressed he likes to hang out with them. Even if he’s too tiny to really join whatever game they are playing he likes to feel included

[jjtheresidentbaby]

- teenager regressor viktor hargreeves moodboard -

- this is extremely self indulgent but that’s the theme when it comes to tua content

[hihomeghere]

Carousel Club | Five Hargreeves / Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After being dropped into 1963, you find work at the Carousel Club as a dancer. While following a tip where Luther could be, Five sees your routine. Overwhelmed by jealousy he sneaks into your dressing room. (I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters.) Warnings/Tags : Smut, cursing, piv, men being sexist (its the 1960s what do you expect?) dom!Five, Aged up!Five. A little bit of angst. Not requested.

You always trusted your husband. He was your constant in a very fucked up world. You knew he would never purposely harm you, or put you in harm's way. Sometimes that meant following him through time and space, other times it meant trusting him to not burn your dinner. So when he said he had a way out of the mess you and your in-laws had caused, of course you trusted him wholeheartedly. 

You grasped Five’s hand tightly in your own, feeling a sense of deja-vu from the last time you two tried to spacial jump. Diego gingerly held your other hand, you looked up at him giving him a curt nod. He returned the nod before looking around at the rest of his siblings. You raised your eyes to the gaping hole in the ceiling, the intricate details of the theater framing the crumbling moon. Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. You gave him a reassuring smile, well as reassuring as you could.

Electricity crackled around the seven of you, wind whipping your hair in front of your face. Five’s grip on your hand was almost crushing, like you were his lifeline. A giant blue orb of energy appeared above your family, growing and glowing. Five strained under the pressure, his face contorting into a pained expression. The blue light enveloped you all, flickering and pulsing. 

“Hold on! It’s gonna get messy!” Five yelled as the ground shook beneath you, shutting your eyes tightly you felt yourself being pulled away from Five and Diego. You only had a moment of panic before you were thrown to the ground.

You groaned sitting up, the blue light of energy blinding you. You raised your hand shielding your eyes.

“Five!” You yelled as you got to your feet. As fleeting as the orb had appeared it disappeared, as though someone had turned an old tv off. Was that a flash, or just your imagination? You shook your head, taking in your surroundings. No Five, no siblings, no briefcase. Where the hell were you? 

You wandered down the alleyway to the main street. Your hip twinged in pain after taking the brunt of your fall. You looked around the street, the lampposts and storefront neon signs were your only light source. You sank down on a bench, letting out a deep sigh. Your eyes wandered to a newsrack, you quickly got to your feet. You ran to it, holding the sides of the glass case. 

August 1st, 1963. Dallas, Texas.

Your heart leapt into your throat. Damn it, Five. Shit, Alison. God, where were the rest of Five’s siblings?

“Honey, are you alright?” A soft voice asked, you turned your head sharply. You were met by a sweet woman’s face, big blond hair and bangs. She had a cardigan wrapped tightly around herself as she reached out to touch your shoulder. You shook your head, still coming to terms with the last five minutes. “Come on, I’m just about to go get something to eat, why don’t you join me?” She said, smiling sweetly.

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t have any money.” You said, shaking your head. “Well then my treat.” She said helping you to your feet. You followed the woman down the streets of Dallas to a quaint diner. You sat down across from her, taking a look over the menu. People chattered mindlessly around you as you came to terms with your situation.

“I’ve seen that look before.” She said, setting her menu down on the table. 

“What look?” You said furrowing your eyebrows.

“That look. Every girl I work with has had that same look.” She huffed thanking the waiter as he set down a coffee cup in front of her. “Small girl in the big city, not knowing where you’re gonna stay or what you’re gonna eat. Believe me, I’ve seen that look before because I’ve felt that before.” She said reaching across the table, taking your hand in hers. “So what’s your story, sweetheart?” You took a breath, choosing your next words carefully.

“My husband and I got separated.” You whispered, “My parents didn’t agree with our marriage and so we ran away. He was supposed to meet me here in Dallas but he didn’t show.” You said, not technically a lie, Five was supposed to be here with you.

“Oh dear,” She tsked, “well you do not have to worry about that anymore. I’m so glad I found you! You can stay with me until you get back on your feet.” You smiled, hopefully Five wouldn’t make you wait much longer. 

“Thank you…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t caught her name.

“Autumn.” She answered, holding out her hand for you to shake.

“I’m Y/n.” You smiled, taking her hand.

“You know Y/n, I could put in a good word for you with my boss. He may seem a bit rough around the edges, but we’re always short staffed.” She shrugged. Whatever the job was you would only have it for hopefully a week tops before Five caught up with you, along with his siblings.

“I appreciate it Autumn.” You smiled, patting her hand.

-

When you arrived at Autumn's place of work you wondered if you were a little over your head. You followed Autumn into the back entrance of the nightclub. You passed by many half dressed women, putting on their makeup and outfits. 

“This way sweetheart!” Autumn called, you picked up your pace following her through the dressing room. Once on the main floor of the club you were greeted by the intense smell of cigars. Autumn had all but disappeared, you wandered through the tables. Trying to work your way to the front of the club, while also trying to avoid the men’s wandering hands at the tables. 

“Y/n!” She called from a table, you turned your head. The club was familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were face to face with Jack Ruby, the man who would put the hit out on Lee Harvey Oswald. You gulped, straightening your shoulders you walked over to them.

“Mr. Ruby, this is Y/n she’s looking for a job.” Autumn said, clasping her hands together. Jack looked you over, a cigar dangling from his lips. 

“Y/n who?” He said leaning back in his chair. You stuttered but only for a second.

“Y/n L/n,” You said with a smile, Hargreeves might get Five or your in-laws in trouble if anyone here caught wind of that name. He puffed his cigar, leaning over to whisper something to the man next to him. He chuckled before nodding, you bit your cheek. Feeling like a piece of meat in front of these men.

“Can you start tonight?” He said, lacing his fingers together. 

“Of course.” You replied, Autumn cheered quietly beside Mr. Ruby.

“Autumn, be a dear and show her the dressing rooms. Tell ‘em I want Miss Y/n to be on stage by tomorrow night.” He said motioning with his cigar in hand. On stage? You turned sharply looking toward the stage of the nightclub, scantily clad women fanning themselves with large feather fans. 

“Yes sir Mr. Ruby!” Autumn giggled, taking your arm and walking you towards the back.

-

You sat in front of your vanity, lined by bright golden bulbs. Brushing glitter onto your eyes before adding your long eyelashes. It had been three months since you had taken on your new job, along the way you had made many friends. You felt for all the girls alongside you, it was a rough profession but it paid well. You pulled your robe close around your body, walking over to the clothing rack. You rifled through the sheer jeweled fabric before your eyes landed on the black and white body suit. You threw your outfit over your arm heading back to your vanity. You were greeted by a beautiful bouquet of red roses, Autumn standing next to them with a coy smile.

“Autumn! Who are these from?”

“A secret admirer,” she cooed her bright red lips pulling back into a smile, “Just teasing! It’s from all of us girls here,” She said as she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Her cheap perfume floods your senses along with her sweet sweat.

“Y’all didn’t have to do that!” You smiled as she pulled away, she only waved you off.

“You’re one of the best here! Don’t know where you learned all your little tricks.” She said bumping your elbow with her own. She looked down at your costume in your arms. “Need help?” Autumn asked, holding out her hand. 

“Yes please.” You said handing her your suit as you lowered your robe. You held onto her shoulders stepping into the suit, you adjusted your straps as Autumn tightened your corset. You admired yourself in the mirror, since taking on your new job you had become more toned. More than when you had worked at the commission, and these clothes were definitely more flattering than your blue suits you used to wear. You took in a sharp breath as Autumn pulled through the last loops, tying the ribbon with a neat bow.

“Alright sister, you’re ready.” She said squeezing your shoulders.

“Thanks Autumn, now go take your break!” You said waving her off. 

“Y/n! You’re on next!” Shannon called from the stage door. You nodded, quickly stopping to smell the sweet scent of your roses before grabbing your tulle skirt. You tied it around your waist as you walked backstage. You picked up your red feather fans, taking a deep breath. You walked up to the closed red curtains listening to the deafening cheers and whistles. You heard the clink of the ropes being pulled back before you were blinded by the spotlights. You closed your eyes, bowing your head, your body covered by the bright red fans. 

You started your routine, swaying your hips seductively as you pulled the fans back away from your body teasing the audience. You lost yourself in the music, thankfully it was difficult to decipher anyone’s face over the shadows cast by the spotlights. You unclipped the tulle skirt, throwing it off stage. You could make out a certain group of sailors, and a rather large man standing by the bar. 

You teased the audience, covering your body with the fans before flashing them a glimpse of your shimmering body suit. You pulled the fans over your head, rotating your hips in a circular motion as you lowered into a squat. You bounced on your heels before jumping back up to your feet. You smirked as the men whistled and cheered. 

The music slowed, and faded out as you walked behind the red curtain. You dropped off your fans before heading back to your dressing room. You opened the door, shutting it behind you. 

“Who sent the roses?” Five’s voice sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head sharply, meeting Five’s predatory gaze.

“Five!” You gasped, your heart soaring in your chest. “When did you get here?” 

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said, crossing his arms. Your smile fell off your face, what was his problem? It’s not your fault that he dropped you off in the middle of 1963 with no resources. 

“Three months ago.” You said furrowing your brows, “I’ve been looking for you this whole time!” He scoffed, clicking his tongue.

“Oh really? It looks like you’ve been getting enough attention without me.” He huffed, glaring at the bouquet of roses.

“Excuse me for finding a way to survive here.” You spit pushing past him, knocking his shoulder against yours. You took a seat in front of your vanity, pulling out your makeup kit. He stalked up behind you, towering over you. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him through the mirror, effectively smearing your bright red lipstick.

“You’re mine.” He sneered, his lips pulling back over his teeth. You flushed, heat pooling in your core. You stared up at him through the mirror, his fingers squeezing your lips together. “Got it?” He asked. You glared at him, a devilish thought entering your mind. 

You kept quiet, smirking as you watched a shadow pass over his features. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he tilted your head to look him in the eye.

“You must need a lesson.” He smirked, pulling you to your feet, you stumbled slightly in your heels. He kicked the chair away, you jumped as it thudded against the carpeted floor. His arm moved behind you, sweeping everything off of your vanity along with the roses. They crashed to the floor, the vase shattering. He pushed you against the vanity, caging you in with his arms as he slammed his hands against the mirror. He stared down at you with a wolfish grin, you felt yourself flush. Your heart started to beat faster as you squirmed under him.

“Yes sir.” You said tilting your chin up, staring at him through your lashes. He growled spinning you around, your hands splayed out in front of you on the top of the vanity. His hand connected to your ass cheek, letting out a low chuckle as you gasped. He moved your hair off of your back, his cold fingers attacking the strings of your corset. 

“Stupid- fucking- ribbon-“ he said through gritted teeth, you caught the slightly crazed look in his eye through the reflection. Your body felt on fire, three months without him made every touch that more exhilarating. As soon as the corset was loose enough he was ripping it off of your body, along with your panties. You were entirely bare in front of your fully dressed husband. He stepped back, loosening his tie as he watched you squirm in the mirror. 

“Not so confident now, dearest.” He smirked, unbuttoning the top button of his dress shirt. You breathed hard, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your nipples hardened against the cold air in the dressing room. You heard the familiar metal on metal as he took off his belt before unzipping his pants. He walked up behind you, nosing his dick against your folds. You clenched around nothing, pushing back against him. His hand came up to the back of your skull, wrapping his fist through your hair. He stared at you through his darkened gaze, you were breathless, your lips parting slightly.

“Please,” you whined, batting your eyelashes. He forcibly thrusted all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You let out a pornagraphic moan before you covered your mouth with your hand. He grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your mouth and holding it behind your back.

“Why don’t you let everyone here know who you belong to?” He huffed in your ear, thrusting erratically into you. You gripped the desk, the only thing holding you up as Five plowed into you. “Let them know that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.” You clenched around him as his words seemed to straight directly to your core. He let out a groan, loosening his grip on your hair. “Fuck you like this don’t you?” You nodded enthusiastically, your eyes rolling back into your head as his cock prodded against your g-spot.

“Yes, yes Five!” You babbled tears pricking your eyes, as he bent you over the desk. His hands flew to your hips, pulling them against his own thrusts. You could only lay there as your orgasm came crashing down. You were thankful you were on top of the vanity because there was no way your trembling legs would have been able to hold you up. 

Five’s eyebrows knit together as he arched his neck back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm quickly followed yours. Cumming with a loud shout he collapsed on top of you, your sweat causing his thin shirt to stick to your skin. He pulsed inside of you as he gingerly tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. He pulled away, peeling himself off of you. He kissed your shoulder as his softened cock slipped out of you. Your breathing was slowly coming back to normal as he tried to return your room to the state it was before he had destroyed it and you. He picked up your robe draping it over your shoulders. You sat up, feeling his cum start to drip down your thighs.

“What took you so long?” You asked, tying your robe close around your naked body.

“I just got here.” He sighed, tucking himself back into his pants. “I’m sorry I made you wait.” He turned to you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“I’ll always wait for you.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist. He held you against his chest, resting his cheek against yours.

“At least someone will, Luther and Diego weren’t too happy about me dumping them in the past.” Five sighed. Diego and Luther were here, too?

“Where are they?” You asked, turning to Five with wide eyes. Five looked at you inquisitively, a small smile pulling on the corner of his mouth.

“Luther works for Jack Ruby, y/n. I found him in this club before I knew you worked here.” Your stomach dropped. Luther worked for Jack Ruby? That means he must have seen your numbers.

“Oh god.” You said mortified, hanging your head against Five’s chest. He chuckled, shaking his head as he lightly rubbed your back.

“Believe me, he was just as mortified as you are.” He said, “Although I must say I thoroughly enjoyed your routine.” He lowered his voice, his hands trailing down your body to rest on your butt.

“I think I could give you a private showing.” You smirked, wrapping your hand around his tie. You pulled him forward by his tie, smashing your lips against his. His hands gripped your hips, the velvety fabric smooth against his palms. 

“God I’d love that,” He let out a sigh, “but maybe we should wait until after we save the world.” 

Again? It was happening again?

“Vanya?” You asked, pulling away.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” He shrugged, “All I know is on November 25th the world ends, again.” 

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion.”

[madmaxified]

”well sissy wouldn’t love viktor anymore because she’d a lesbian and he’s a man” SHUT UP‼️ SHUT UP‼️ sissy loves viktor for who he is! not what’s in his pants! she loves viktor for how he treats her, how he is with harlan, how he protects her, how he’s always there for her. sissy loves viktor regardless of anything, she doesn’t care that he’s from the future, or that he’s ended the world before, SHE JUST LOVES HIM BECAUSE HES SWEET AND CARES ABOUT HER NO MATTER WHAT AND HE TREATS HER WITH DECENT HUMAN RESPECT

[fivewantscoffee]

Thinking about Viktor's book when it came out and what it meant to his siblings, or how they would have reacted to it... because yeah, I'm sure writing Extra-Ordinary was empowering for Viktor, and I don't doubt it felt cathartic, but there's no way that was an easy thing to deal with for the others.

Pre-S1, I don't think Viktor ever fully grasped, especially as a kid, how awful being a member of the Umbrella Academy could be.

A lot of his childhood flashbacks show this clearly: while his siblings were getting their Umbrella Academy tattoos, Viktor drew himself an Umbrella Academy "tattoo" of his own. At the bank, he asked Reginald if he could go "play" with the others. In *shudders* Season 4, he was seen trying on Ben's domino mask and wanting to go on a mission in his stead. Bear in mind, he was seventeen here.

He only wanted to be included, yes (which is understandable!), but I also think this made him at least a little blind to what his siblings were actually going through: he wanted to be one of them so badly, that their realities didn't seem so awful to him. At the very least, it seemed like a fair trade-off.

I think in Viktor's mind, all of the training, all of the missions, it would have been worth it if it meant having powers. Having powers would have meant being a part of the team, belonging.

Now, like I said, I don't think Viktor had the full picture. He was observant and probably knew more than the rest realised, but that's still a far cry from knowing everything that went on, or really understanding what being a child superhero-soldier was like.

To be fair, I doubt Viktor's siblings (with the possible exception of Five) really talked to him about any of it. Even Five, I think, while telling him some things, would have kept a lot of it to himself.

I also don't think it's far-fetched to say at least some of the siblings could actually have been jealous of Viktor at one point or another.

Klaus, for one, would have traded places with him in a heartbeat. I have no doubts about this. He didn't like his powers, and trying to get rid of the ghosts is what pushes him into drugs and addiction in the first place.

Viktor's siblings didn't see his ostracisation. They saw their brother who never had to train, never got hurt on missions (because he never went on one), was never made to jump headfirst into danger. Instead, he was the only one of them able lead even a halfway normal life.

Keeping all this in mind, let's move on to the book.

I'm not sure when Viktor published Extra-Ordinary exactly, but it's safe to say that they were all in their twenties.

By this point in time, all but one of Viktor's siblings are out, the Academy is finally old news, they get to live their lives ... and then the book comes out.

Luther is still loyal to Reginald and that means he's still attached to the Academy by default. Viktor's book registers to him as a betrayal.

Not a personal betrayal necessarily, the two of them weren't close enough for that, but a betrayal to Reginald, the man who raised them.

The Academy does important work, it made a difference out there (is still making a difference, he'd like to think, even it's just him now), so he finds Viktor's book petty at best. He thinks it's immature, a temper tantrum dragging the Academy's name through the mud.

For Diego, it is personal.

He wasn't close to Viktor, but he was definitely the sibling who took Viktor's "betrayal" the hardest.

While growing up, Diego was so caught up in his rivalry with Luther that he ended up being one of the siblings who dismissed Viktor the hardest. He'd say hurtful things in his anger (I'm looking at you, Diego during the funeral flashback), which Viktor was able to unpack eventually, considering he actually went and saw a therapist at some point.

That said, just how much Viktor saw, and how much he actually knew about him, took Diego by surprise.

In writing his book, Viktor revealed a lot of personal stuff about his siblings. It was an insider's look into the academy: he discussed their lives there, and a lot of it was stuff nobody else knew.

Let's be real here, Diego doesn't give a shit about the Academy. He probably wouldn't have minded the book as much as he did, if it hadn't been so personal.

So Diego reads the book and he doesn't feel seen, he feels seen through. He's always pretended to be tough but that shell exists to protect his sensitive core, and reading Viktor's book... there's too much of him on display.

There's too much stuff Viktor shares that Diego didn't want shared, and he takes it personally.

Allison isn't happy with the book either. Again, for different reasons.

Allison left the Academy years ago and she's been trying to put that part of her life behind her ever since. She wants to make something of herself and pretend the Academy never existed.

And she's succeeding. She's doing well for herself. She's finally becoming someone outside of The Rumour, she's Allison Hargreeves, not one child out of a lineup.

Allison's issue with the book lies in the fact that it digs her past back up. She's got a new movie coming up, but suddenly the only thing anyone wants to talk about, the thing that's being brought up again and again, is Viktor's book.

She's the only Hargreeves still living in the public eye, so of course she ends up being the sibling everyone turns to. They want a spectacle, they want a reaction, and for Allison, there's no escaping it.

Ultimately, after the storm dies down, she moves on to the next thing.

Unlike Diego, she doesn't hold a grudge. If she were to start holding grudges every time someone sent a media storm her way, she'd be here all day.

She's a movie star. It comes with the territory.

Klaus... he doesn't act upset when he sees Viktor again, but that doesn't mean reading the book, or rather reading what Viktor had to say about him, wasn't hurtful and just kind of... awful.

Viktor and Klaus weren't close, and while they didn't necessarily get along, they didn't have an antogonistic relationship either. He didn't go out of his way to include Viktor, but if somebody else thought to include him, he didn't really go out of his way to exclude him either.

It's a low bar to clear, but it is what it is.

Anyway, I think Klaus was one of the siblings Viktor would be most critical of. He would have a hard time sympathising with him.

The thing is, the two of them are at odds... they have been at odds for almost their entire lives. Klaus had what Viktor wanted (powers) but desperately didn't want it, while Viktor had what Klaus wanted (no powers) and desperately didn't want it either.

They didn't understand each other growing up, and there were definitely some complicated feelings there about Viktor wanting powers while Klaus was doing everything he could to try and get rid of his.

None of what Viktor writes into his book is a lie, but it definitely isn't the full picture either.

Because I don't think Viktor knew about the mausoleum. I don't think any of his siblings would talk very much about their training (and if Reginald was sticking Klaus in a mausoleum to train his powers, I don't think whatever training he devised for the rest was all that great either).

It also seems unlikely to me that they would talk much about their harder, less glamorous missions. We know Ben killed people, and I doubt he was the only one.

All this to say, Viktor might never once have lied, but he probably still made assumptions. He was a biased storyteller, and it wasn't entirely his fault. He must have been aware of it even:

Viktor never tries to tell the story of the Umbrella Academy. He's telling his story. My Life As Number Seven.

So this is where Ben comes in. Because Ben is similar to Viktor in that he also knew more than he let on. He was perceptive as a kid, and then he died.

As a ghost, there are no more secrets. He knows everything there is to know about Klaus and knows a great deal more about the rest than they realise.

They don't know he is there, so how could they?

Ben understands why Viktor did it. Like Five, Viktor wasn't as critical of him in his book as he was of the rest of their siblings. Ben is dead by then and has been for a few years. Viktor misses him. He wants to honour his memory.

Ben, accepts the book more easily than the rest. He maybe even enjoys parts of it for how daring and, yeah, kind of petty it is while still seeing the flaws in Viktor's logic, the places where there's more to the story than Viktor knows, but no one ever told him.

And then there's Five. Oh boy.

Five finds Extra-Ordinary in the apocalypse and hangs on to it, reads it again and again over the years, so much so that he has the whole thing memorised.

At first, he reads Viktor's book because it's Viktor's. Then because misses his family and Viktor's book is all he's got, his only window into what became of his siblings, what they were like as older teenagers, as adults, where they ended up.

On the good days, as good as any day gets in the apocalypse, rereading Viktor's book is something he does to self-soothe. It comforts him, it's a way to pass time during the long, cold winters, it lets him linger on childhood memories and better times: days when things didn't suck so absolutely, when he wasn't so utterly, crushingly alone.

It reminds him of his family, his siblings, and what he's doing this all for. Why he wakes up in the morning and keeps on trying to survive the apocalypse day after day after day after day.

But that's the good days.

On the bad days, he rereads Viktor's book for the thousandth time, and it's an act of self-harm.

He reads his chapter, Ben's chapter, Viktor's musings on how the Academy slowly but surely broke down over the years, over and over and over again. He reads every bitter word and blames himself, hates himself for skipping out on his family in an act of stubborn, reckless rebellion.

It's his own fault that he's stuck here. It's his own fault that he was too stubborn, too arrogant, too confident by far. It's his own fault that he didn't listen to his father.

Maybe if he hadn't left, if he'd just swallowed his tongue, if he'd just sat back down and never time travelled, Ben wouldn't be dead, things wouldn't have gotten so messed up, and there would have been six of them, instead of four, to try and keep the world from ending.

(And if they hadn't been able to stop the apocalypse anyway, if it had all still ended, then at least he would have died with the rest of his family).

(At least he wouldn't be here).

Then twenty, thirty, forty years down the line, there are fewer good and bad reading days, and more days where he's reading Viktor's book with a new, gut-churning desperation.

It occurs to Five one day, years down the line, that his memories of his siblings aren't as sharp as they used to be. He can't remember what Viktor sounds like, he's starting to doubt if he correctly remembers the colour of Luther’s eyes. He remembers Ben's favourite book, but when he tries to imagine his face, the memory starts getting blurry.

And that terrifies Five.

He's terrified of forgetting. There's so little left of him at this point, so much surrendered to the greater cause of just keeping himslef going, of keeping himself alive, he doesn't know what will be left of him if he no longer has his siblings, the memory of them, to spur him on.

So he talks to Delores, he repeats his siblings' names in his head like a mantra, he rereads Viktor's book, drinking in every letter, word, and detail.

By the time he gets back, he knows Viktor's book better than even Viktor. He knows it inside out, from the front cover to the last page, and it doesn't really matter that it was bitter, that it was angry, that it wasn't a fun book to read even when Viktor did go easy on him.

Five was all alone, and for forty-five years, Viktor's book was all he had. So it didn't matter.

[scre6m]

CHARACTERS played by TRANSMASC ACTORS @lgbtqcreators​ creator meme (v2): [2/3] free choice

viktor hargreeves, the umbrella academy (2019—2024) ash romero, pretty little liars: original sin (2022— ) hayley, talk to me (2022) danny, evil dead rise (2023)

[emelinexxxxx]

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you: Five

Looks like they could kill you, actually a cinnamon roll: Luther

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: Viktor

Looks like they could kill you, would kill you: Diego

And an additional one:

Looks crazy, is crazy: Klaus

[frunbuns]

There's something so bittersweet about the childhood flashbacks in tua. They were all children together. Reginald was horrible, but they had each other. And then everything went to shit. Five's 13 year old body a bitter reminder of what once was. His siblings in their adult bodies a reminder of how things should've been. God,,,,

[hellomagicalsouls]

✨Season Four: The Umbrella Academy✨

it's complete, it's all ready. august can't come fast enough🥳

🎬 That's a wrap baby 🎬

are we all ready to say goodbye to our favourite dysfunctional family?

hopefully all your theories turn out as right and i hope everyone enjoys it!!

im very grateful for all the friends ive made through watching this show and to have something like that is incredible!!

[theplotdemandsit]

Fandom: Five would never hurt Viktor

Comic Canon: Hahahahaha

If anyone saw me laughing at this, they'd probably recommend a psychiatrist. It's fine.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

- pre-canon teen regressor viktor & lila moodboard -

- they’d be unlikely friends who had no idea who the other really was, lila wouldn’t realize it was five’s sibling & vik wouldn’t realize that lila’s actually pretty damn dangerous and not just chaotic

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: A drawing from the paranatural au, drawn in the paranatural style. Five and all the kids are gathered around Carmichael, who is dressed as an ice cream seller and has a pastel pink ice cream cart with him.

From left to right: Diego and Viktor are seated and focused on eating their ice creams. Allison and Luther both have ice cream, but that isn't stopping them from watching Carmichael with great skepticism. Five stands between the two of them, smoking a cigarette, holding Delores the mannequin, and looking deeply tired. Carmichael is facing them cheerily, and holds an ice cream cone even though he has no way to eat it. Behind him is his cart, and Klaus (and Ben) who are gleefully stealing ice cream from it. End ID.]

Five and the gang are out on a spirit-based field trip and have stumbled across this very unsuspicious man who definitely isn't Five's secret spirit organization boss looking to talk to him. None of the kids suspect a thing. None of them. Look how completely won over all of them are by ice cream

[beetlekermit-art]

happy birthday hargreeves 🎉

reblogs are greatly appreciated 💜

[sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves]

[ Link to Fanfic ]

Author: Riyusama Rating: R18 Chapter(s): 02/? Tag(s): Heavy Angst, Heavy Drama, Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Drug Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Eventual Happy Ending Notes: The price of admission for this fanfic is watching Sparrow!Ben be an asshole towards the Umbrellas. You have been warned. Plot Summary: Inspired by binothesteptrashcan post: "S4 of the umbrella academy would have been so much better if they scrapped everything and just had the entire plot be Ben convincing the others to scam Sir Reginald for all he’s worth via crypto"

[diegohargreeves1989]

I really can’t wait for the fight sequences in season 4 like imagine Five forgetting to dodge because he’s so used to teleporting or Diego throwing a knife and missing by a landslide because he is so used to being able to manipulate the direction

[kaytheday]

Have you ever felt like there's something you’re supposed to be doing, something important, but no one's telling you what it is, and you're scared that you re gonna miss out or... or... or mess it up because you're always screwin' things up, and you're really fuckin' tired of it!

-Klaus Hargreeves