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Free to Love: Finding Each Other

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Luther has been searching for any sign of his siblings since he was dumped into the sixties by the time-travel-gone-wrong that they performed to escape the apocalypse. The first one that he hears of isn't the sibling he thought that he would be connected to, but when he sees the state that Vanya is in, the only thing that he can do is take her in. Warnings: Temporarily pre-transition Viktor Hargreeves, mentions of pregnancy, period-typical bigotry, and mentions of child abuse Word Count: 7,595 Ship(s): Luther Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: Viktor will be transitioning later in this series! Originally it was one massive fic that was several tens of thousands of words long but I decided to split it up so that it would be a bit easier to read. That means that in this fic, Viktor is referred to by his dead name and she/her pronouns because he hasn't had the chance to realize that he's trans yet. If this could bother you, feel free to skip this one!

Luther sighed to himself as he hauled his feet up the last couple of steps up to the landing where he would find the hallway to his room. It had been another very long night and he couldn’t wait to head back to his room and crash out for the rest of the day. 

He’d always thought that he would prefer it when he was awake at the same hours as everyone else, but the late nights and afternoon naps were working out for him better than he had thought that they would. He’d gotten to set his own schedule for the most part when he wa son the moon and that had been a strain, but it turned out the only reason for that was because he desired structure and needed to be around other people. The house had been empty nothingness after everyone else had left, but Grace would answer his questions in a way that reminded him of being a child and he could hold actual discussions about physics and science with Pogo. Even Reginald allowed him to talk to him about things other than missions at times, which was really nice. The moon had had none of that and it was the reason that he’d felt so out of his mind.

In the sixties, he worked at night clubs and fought in underground rings. Those things all had to happen at night when the men with deep pockets of money burning a hole through their wallet had already left work. So he started at six with Jack Ruby, his current employer for the last two months, in one of the bars that didn’t provide the provocative entertainment on the side. They ate their meal while Ruby informed him of the fights and how long he needed to work the crowd. Then at eight they would head to the edge of town to a beat up barn where Luther would fight man after man. It wasn’t really something that took that much effort from him, the super durability allowed him to withstand pretty much every punch unless they managed to throw it in just the right way. After that, they sometimes went to the other clubs that Ruby owned or he would be allowed to head back home and relax.

Today had been one of the days where they had stayed in the back of the Foxy Vixen for nearly five hours. When they were there for that long, it meant that Ruby was going to get very drunk and Luther was going to have to throw out a lot of people. He didn’t mind working as a bouncer when they were at the burlesque bar, and not for the reason that other men liked to be the bouncer at that bar. He had always enjoyed the aspect of the Umbrella Academy where he had been able to help other people so protecting the dancers that were unable to protect themselves was a massive upside for them. He did wish that he could teach them that one swift kick would incapacitate any man that was feeling them up beyond his payment, but protecting them when they called his name was the next best thing.

Luther stalked down the long hallway that led him to the room that he was renting in the boarding house. It was a quaint little place that he had added his own touches to during the month that he had been staying there. When he had found it, the walls were unpainted to expose the red brick that the building was made of and there was a singular painting hanging at the head of the bed. There was a bedframe with a shitty mattress and a thin quilt, a nightstand with a singular lamp that didn’t have a shade, and a desk without a chair. Since moving in, he’d added a couple of posters with tacks and tape from his different advertised fights and some of the clubs that he had worked at. He’d gotten two thick pillows and a nice comfortable quilt that reminded him of the one that Grace had made him when he was younger. His lamp was the ugliest thing that he had seen in the entire world, but he knew that Klaus would have liked it a lot and had to buy it. His desk had a chair and was also littered with the reading material that he had borrowed from the local library so that he could keep himself occupied during his downtime.

The landlord for the boarding house had obviously stopped by while he was gone. In front of his door, since he locked it every time he left out of habit from living with siblings that didn’t respect privacy, was a pile of papers. He scooped them up and then examined them in one hand while he dug around in his pocket for his key.

He set the letters down on his desk before he opened up the newspaper. He felt like a child as he sank down in front of his bed with the paper spread out in front of him and began to examine it. It was kind of nice to be back down there, like he was healing the part of himself that had been afraid to be a child when he actually was. Despite the exhaustion hanging heavy in his eyes, he skimmed over the headlines to see if anything big had happened.

Mostly all the paper wanted to talk about was the upcoming arrival of the Kennedys, which was one of the reasons that he was working for Jack Ruby. He noticed an article talking about how a couple of months ago someone named Diego had gotten arrested and sent to a reform institution for trying to murder someone that he was convinced was going to shoot the president. It was a reassurance to know that another one of his siblings was in Dallas, so that it wasn’t just him, but he also didn’t think that he would be able to get to Diego. It wasn’t a good idea for the two of them to interact more than they absolutely had to anyway, at least not without someone else there to mediate.

He closed his eyes and let out a sharp breath when he saw a headline about a ‘riot’ that had taken place at one of the white-only diners downtown. He liked to avoid those places as much as he could, even though he knew that it would do nothing in the grand scheme of things. He wanted to bash in the brains of every racist white man and woman that he met while he was there, but he knew that if he tried to bring along the Civil Rights movement before it was ready then it could have massive repercussions on the future. The last thing that he wanted to do was make racism and segregation worse for the innocent people of color around him. So he did what he could, ignoring the false and made up articles about the danger of black people thinking for themselves and ate at black owned restaurants when he had the extra money and didn’t think that he would scare them.

He finally got to the part of the paper that he actually enjoyed and purchased it every day for. His eyes skimmed over the obituaries for any of the names of his siblings. He then did it again for every pseudonym that they had used when they were children out on missions or name that Five might have picked to hide himself from those freaks with the carnival masks. He didn’t find anything, which was a massive relief to him, so he began to peak over the wanted ads. He’d heard that some people sometimes put snippets in the paper asking for a contact or information about a family member that they had lost contact with and wanted to know again. It was basically what he was doing, even if he didn’t have enough expendable cash to do the same thing for all six of his siblings.

He felt his breath catch in his throat and fear shoot through him when he saw the name on one of the ads. Out of all of his siblings, there was one that he wanted to see least. 

Luther had never been close with Vanya and likely never would be. There had never been two people that were more different than the two of them. Luther had been the leader of the Umbrella Academy until it was only him, and Vanya had never had powers or been a real member of the team. Luther had been indestructible, unable to be hurt by anyone or anything until his accident, but Vanya had gotten every cold and would break an arm or twist her ankle when she so much as turned the wrong way. Where he was strong, she was weak. She was nothing like him and she had tried to ruin everything.

She had ruined everything, Luther reminded himself. She had busted out of the prison that he had put her in for her own protection, after she had already slit Allison’s throat open with the power that she had gotten from somewhere. She had killed their mother and Pogo, had brought down their home, and then to top it all off she had blown up the moon.

Part of him had been hoping that she wouldn’t have come to the same time or place as them. Part of him had hoped that the Commission or animal mask freaks would have come and taken her back to the apocalypse that she had started. Of course, that was the part of him that he had always tried to bury down in favor of being the compassionate hero that people looked up to.

He had to remind himself that despite their differences and the way that she had ended the world, Vanya was still his sister. She had been the most vulnerable person in their house, the person that had the least amount of training and thus the least amount of ability to protect herself. He knew that Reginald had hidden her powers from her because they were too powerful to be contained, but perhaps they had been taken from her entirely when she had blown up the moon after they took over her body.

She was searching for her family, she had been hit by a car and was now living on a farm with a family. The ad spelled it all out for him in black, white, and red. She needed someone to take care of her, someone like Luther.

He folded the paper back up and laid it down on his desk so that he could look at it later. He truly was exhausted and needed to take a nap before he made any decisions that were going to totally destroy his entire life.

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When he woke up, he went for his run and then ate his breakfast. He showered and dressed in his clothing for the day before he finally approached his boss with the questions that he had been struggling with for hours. “Jack? Can I talk to you?”

“Always, Luther! You’re my top fighter,” Ruby replied with a laugh. He was sitting in his chair with a glass of something alcoholic clutched in his hand, like it always was. His small dog was sitting on his lap, yapping as it looked at something out of the window.

“Do you think that I could take the car out to the edge of town today? I have some business there that I need to handle,” Luther explained. He didn’t want to get into it more than he had to because he hated lying and that was basically all that he was allowed to do now that he was displaced out of time. “I may, uh, need new lodgings as well.”

“Oh Luther, what did you do?” Ruby asked as he sat his drink down and looked up at the behemoth of a man in front of him.

Luther felt his stomach sink at that. He had to remind himself that he was no longer Spaceboy, he wasn’t reporting that he had messed something up on a mission only to be reprimanded and told that it was entirely unacceptable. He was standing in front of a mobster that would get a round of bullets out of his gun before he realized what kind of beast he had actually hired and then tell him to get the fuck out. It was dangerous and it was scary, but he was an adult that could make his own choices and deal with things if they went as badly as they were going in his head.

“Well, uh, I kind of,” he was scrambling to try and find a lie that would work in this scenario. He knew that Vanya had the same last name as him listed in the ad asking for her relatives to contact her, so it was going to be hard to say that she wasn’t related to him in some way. “You don’t really need the whole backstory, it’s nothing that’s going to interfere too much with my work. She’s pregnant with my child and has been using my last name to try and look for me in the papers. I need to pick her up and make sure that what she’s saying is real.”

“You better marry her too, Luther. You don’t want to bring a kid up in a home that’s broken by crime and sin,” Jack said. He picked the drink back up and slammed it back in one go. 

The taller man winced, feeling the burn of the alcohol in his own stomach even if his relationship with the substance was far different than the standard person. Luther hadn’t really ever been able to get drunk before since his body was resistant to a lot of things both inside and out, he was able to intake about an entire spirit of whisky before he even began to feel somewhat tipsy. When he had gone on his bender after realizing that Reginald really had sent him up to the room so that he didn’t have to look at his biggest failure, he had gotten completely drunk and high on more things than he could count. Despite the fact that he’d had to ingest way more than Ruby did, he could feel the way that the alcohol was currently pummeling the man’s liver. He was glad that in the future they understood more about how alcohol worked, at least that way old men like Ruby were an anomaly when it came to drinking instead of the standard.

“If it turns out that what she’s saying is the truth then I will,” Luther nodded. “Can I have enough for a hotel tonight while other arrangements are being made for my lodgings? If she’s lying then I’ll give you the money back right away.”

Ruby grumbled something that Luther wasn’t close enough to hear but nodded his head. He reached into his wallet and pulled out two hundred dollars before he forked them over to his hired muscle. Luther thanked him and then turned his heel to get out of the building before the man decided to change his mind.

The address on the ad was quite far out of town, into the farm country that still surrounded Dallas, so he had plenty of time to think. Part of him knew that he shouldn’t be going out to check on the sister that he was still resenting, but the bigger part of him was already panicking about what he would find. Vanya was looking for him in the most ambiguous way possible, she didn’t even put her own name on the ad like she was the one that was posting it but had someone else do it. He didn’t know what that meant for what he would find, but he was really hoping that she hadn’t gotten involved with someone like Leonard again. Not only for his own sake, but for the part of him that still saw Vanya has an innocent that he had to protect.

He let out a low breath when he parked the car. He had never felt nervous when he was going on missions. The closest that he had ever come to having stage or performance fright was when he had returned from the moon and was going to see Allison again. Even then the only real fear that he had felt had to do with what she would think when she saw his new body instead of what he had to do.

In that moment, though, he was more nervous than he thought it possible for a human-monkey hybrid to be. His lungs were tight enough that he felt like he wasn’t properly drawing in air, his palms and feet were sweaty through the humidity of the late summer, and his heart kept jumping in his chest. It only took a little bit of convincing to make himself get out of the car and start towards the quaint little farmhouse that sat on the plot of land listed as the address his sister was at.

He had already started down the gravel and dirt driveway when he saw a child about the age of seven or eight barrel into the barn. A very familiar figure followed after him, but he was too far away to see if that was really Vanya or if the people that had taken her in just looked incredibly similar to her. Luther turned on his path and headed towards the barn instead of towards the house like he had originally been planning.

His heart began to hammer in his chest again, like he had been working out for hours without stop despite the fact that he was just walking. He reached behind him to brush his fingers over the gun that he had tucked into his belt before he had left the car. It was a reassurance to him, that he had something to defend himself on a grander scale that his powers if Vanya decided that she was going to blow him up again.

Luther placed his hand on the edge of the barn door as he pressed it open just a little bit more. Bright sun beams poured through the opening and onto the floor, shimmering with the dust and hay particles that were floating through the air. “Hello?” he called when he heard a bit of shuffling around a piece of farm equipment.

“Hi, can I help you?” Vanya asked as she came around the farm equipment and into view. Her long brown hair was hanging loose around her shoulders, some of it falling into her eyes but was quickly tucked behind her ear again. That was something new, when they were children she’d had bangs that were so long that they would often cover her eyes entirely. When she looked at him, there was a bit of fear but absolutely no recognition of what he had done to her the last time that she was conscious around him.

“Uh, my name is Luther Hargreeves. You put out an ad in the paper asking if there was anyone that new you, so I came,” he answered. He released the gun that he had been reassuring him with in the back of his belt and then stuck his hands into his pocket. He felt awkwardly big in the doorway into the barn, blocking out most of the sunlight that was streaming ina round him. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

“I’m sorry, I guess we should have put that in the ad. I was hit by a car a week ago and it gave me complete amnesia. The doctor said that the prognosis for my recovery is actually pretty good since I’m able to make new memories no problem,” she explained.

Luther nodded. The part of him that was really just Reginald whispered in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t believe her, that she was a dangerous villain that needed to be taken down before she could do anything else harmful. The part of him that was wholly himself knew that wasn’t true and was actively fighting it off. If she knew who he was then she would have taken him out with her powers as quickly as he had opened his mouth to introduce himself. She was insanely powerful and very much capable of handling herself when she knew who she was, but she didn’t.

“Who are you?” someone from behind him said. He heard the cocking of a shotgun and immediately put his hands up to show that he wasn’t holding anything in them despite the pea shooter in the back of his belt. He knew that the bullet would probably only break his bones or give him a nasty cut, but he still didn’t want to deal with that.

Vanya rushed past him, placing one of her delicate hands on his arm as she explained, “Sissy, this is Luther. Apparently he knows who I am and came to check on me!”

“Why didn’t you come to the front door?” Sissy asked. Luther had turned to look at her and once again felt like he was too big for the situation that he was in. She was a bit taller than Vanya, which wasn’t hard since his sister was tiny, with blond hair and a farmer’s tan.

“I saw someone go into the barn and followed her,” he explained. He had set his arms down, but he had to put them up again when he was nearly knocked off balance in the surprise of having the child he had seen earlier rush past him to the blond woman. 

She hugged him naturally and dropped a kiss onto the sandy blond hair on the top of his head. “Go inside and wait for Mommy to come in, Harlan,” she said. The boy looked at her from the side of his eye and then cast a glance over to Luther like he trusted the situation about as much as the rest of them did. He still listened to his mother and skittered away from the adults as quickly as he could. Sissy turned back to Luther as she said, “How do you know Vanya?”

“We… we were partners,” Luther said. He had already lied about it to Ruby, so he might as well keep the same story floating around the innocents of Dallas. He didn’t want to get wires crossed when it came to who knew what about his family so it was easier to just use one lie overall. “I saw the ad in the paper and came to check on her because I thought that she could be in trouble, I know that our breakup wasn’t the cleanest.”

“What’s your name then, son?” Sissy asked. It was still strange to be referred to by people the same age as him in that way, but he knew that it had to do with the culture. He almost missed the way that the reporters would talk to him when he was serving up north near New York.

“My name is Luther Hargreeves,” he answered again.

“Are the two of you married, then?” Sissy asked. “I’m not sure if I trust her to be handed over to her ex-husband.”

“No, we were just dating,” Luther replied as he remembered Ruby’s warning that he was going to have to marry Vanya since he had supposedly gotten her pregnant.

“Then why do the two of you have the same last name? Hargreeves ain’t that common around here and despite the rumors the North spreads about us, we don’t intermarry,” Sissy said. She had uncocked the shotgun and lowered it so that it wasn’t pointing at Luther, but he was still very aware of its presence.

“We’re not married. Vanya said that she only has some memories, right?” he asked as he looked down to her.

She nodded, “I remember my name, about how old I am, and a couple of brief glimpses of faces but nothing else. You do look kind of familiar, so I don’t think that you’re lying.”

Luther took a moment to let that sink into his head. He had heard of head wounds doing a series of strange things, since the brain was by far the most complex and misunderstood organ in the entire human body. He had never heard of it taking away such selective memories and he briefly wondered if it had something to do with Vanya’s abilities. She had lost her memories after her powers had taken over her body and turned her into a person that the rest of the Academy hadn’t been able to recognize, it was possible that the two were linked to each other in more than just when they had happened.

“I think that she thought my last name was hers because it was a joke that I had made to her before our fight. I’m ashamed to admit it, but she wanted to get married and I wasn’t quite feeling ready for it because I didn’t have a good job. The two of us argued about it for days and days before I stormed out and left her all alone in our crummy apartment. I think that she got lost after one of her shows and that was when you hit her,” Luther explained. The lying came so naturally to him and it made his stomach curdle to think about what kind of a person he had been forced to become.

“What kind of shows?” Sissy asked, her brows furrowing as she looked from Luther then down to Vanya.

“Vanya is a professional violinist,” he replied. He took her tiny hand into his large palm and flipped it over, brushing the tip of his thumb over the callouses on the pads of her last finger sections. “See? These are from all the time that she spent practicing and playing,” he explained.

Sissy peered at his fingers before she moved back and nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. You got a car?”

“I do, it’s how I got out here. I also have a place for us to stay so that we can get our lives back on track. I regretted the fight the moment that it was over and always wanted to change it,” Luther replied. That was the only piece of truth that the entire story had. They had gotten in a fight about Vanya’s place in the Academy and the danger of her powers, instead of his want or apathy towards marriage. He had also regretted knocking her out and locking her up in the days following his dumping in the sixties, he knew that she was rational enough that she would have listened to them if he hadn’t been so afraid and angry himself that he couldn’t think coherently.

“That’s good. Vanya, you know the number of the house and will call if anything’s wrong, right?” Sissy asked, addressing the other woman directly.

“Of course!” she nodded. “Do you think that I could still come and nanny Harlan while you’re trying to do things around the farm?” she asked. Luther had never seen that kind of desperation in his sister outside of when she was asking if she could be part of the Academy. They had always been so cross and mean to her, he didn’t know why they had felt that was necessary when they were going through so much pain themselves.

“I can talk to Carl about that, but I think that we can work something out,” she agreed. She reached forward and hugged the other woman tightly before ushering her to go with her supposed romantic partner.

Luther walked back to the car while reeling about everything that was unfolding in his brain. He kept having massive realizations about his childhood and the fucked up shit that Reginald had put them through when they were only children, and then to Luther when he was an adult, now that there was some space between them. His father jeering and laughing at him kept flashing through his mind and reminding him of just how cruel the man was. What he had done to Vanya and what he had expected them to do was absolutely wrong, and he refused to let it continue despite the instincts that made him want to jump on the chance to be feral and wrong again.

Luther leaned on the hood of the car as he watched Vanya say her goodbyes to the family that had taken her in after they had arrived in Dallas. He opened the back door for her when she walked over, her arms laden with the things that she was taking from them. “Sissy thought that you would have thrown away all my clothes during the time that we spent apart and this is the stuff that doesn’t fit her anymore anyway,” she explained as she set the bags down in the back. “Were we really together?”

“Why, am I too ugly for you now?” he asked, keeping the smile on his face so that it was clear he was joking and she wouldn’t take it seriously.

She shook her head with a small smile playing on her own delicate lips. “I just didn’t think that anyone would love me. I have this feeling of deep resentment for myself that I’ve never been able to figure out. I wasn't able to talk about it with the Coopers, they wouldn’t understand since they so clearly don’t understand Harlan, but I think that I can trust you since you came to get me,” she explained. “Did I hate myself before my accident?”

Luther was quiet for a while as the car chugged down the lonesome road back to the main town where he had been staying. Finally, he answered her. “I didn’t tell the whole truth to the Cooper woman when we were back at the farm. We’re not in a relationship, but I had to say that to explain it because everything that we went through is actually weirder. We’re from the future, we were sent back in time to avoid certain death by our brother who has the power to jump through time and space. Our father bought us after we were immaculately conceived and birthed within a matter of hours on October first, 1989. There were seven of us, each of us were given a number when we were adopted. We had superhuman abilities, but we didn’t know that you also did until we were in our thirties.”

Vanya was staring at him as he spoke, he could almost feel her dark brown eyes boring right into his brain. He wondered if she was trying to figure out whether or not he was lying without even knowing who he was. “Are you serious?”

“As serious as a funeral,” he nodded. “I wouldn’t make something like this up. We have the same last name because we were adopted into the same family, but people here can’t know that. It makes it too complicated for them to figure out and it could mess up the timeline for the future. I’m worried that we’re already done enough of that to cause serious problems. Five was the one that knew the most about all the time travel shit, but he’s not here.”

“What happened that we had to get sent back in time?” Vanya asked. She was taking this all better than he thought that she would, given the way that she had reacted the last time that she had learned she had powers.

“I’m… not too sure that you’re ready to learn about that,” Luther shook his head.

“Does that have something to do with why you didn’t answer my original question?” Vanya asked.

He sucked on his teeth as he realized that she was going to be persistent until she got her answer. He should have known that she would be, when they were back in school together she had asked questions over and over again until she had finally gotten something that sated her curiosity. “Yeah, it does. When we were in the Academy, our father isolated you from the rest of us. He decided that your powers were too volatile and dangerous so determined that they had to be taken from you by giving you a medication that made you docile and sedated. He also made sure that you would never get any ideas about stopping taking the medication by making you the outsider to the rest of the Academy. We were horrible to you as children, basically bullying you when you had nowhere else to go because we were all trapped in the same building. I was pretty horrible to you when we were adults too, and I’m really sorry for that. All those things together made it so that you had pretty low self-esteem. I think that was also contributed to because our sister, Allison, has the ability to change reality around her with her voice, and she convinced you that you were ordinary at the declaration of our father.”

Vanya was quiet for a while and Luther felt that nervousness return to him tenfold. He knew that she didn’t remember the exact things that had happened when they were trying to stop the last apocalypse or what they had actually been like to her when they were children, so the trauma was basically wiped away from her, but he also wasn’t quite sure how that worked. The response that she’d had when they were back in their correct time might have been something subconscious to protect her that could come out and flip the car now, killing them both.

“Do you regret what you did to me?” she finally asked, turning her head so that she was looking at him instead of staring at the wide fields that they were driving past.

“Every single day. I hate the fact that I didn’t know you well enough to trust you. I hate the fact that I trusted the word of a man that sent me all the way to the moon just to keep me locked and loaded for when he had a grander plan to help himself. He never cared about any of us, he just had something that he wanted to do with us that he had to bide his time for,” Luther grumbled. “I never want to treat you like that again, Vanya.”

She smiled at him and said, “I believe you. You seem like a good person, Luther. I think that you were just put in some really hard situations that made you less of a good person.”

He felt like she had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. She was reading him like an open book when she barely even knew him. He realized then that Vanya had always been like this, she had been able to give a whole diatribe about a character in the book that they were reading after the first chapter. Reginald had told her that she was ordinary and shoved her off to the sidelines of their lives, but it had simply made it so that she could read people and situations far better than anyone else could ever dream of doing.

“Thank you, Vanya,” he whispered. He really meant it, he felt more like himself when he listened and took in her words than he ever had as the Number One fo the Umbrella Academy.

She grinned at him. The rest of the car ride they chatted about their siblings and what their lives had been like before the time travel nonsense. Every time that he got her to laugh by imitating their father or telling her a ridiculous story that had happened in their life, he couldn’t help the wide smile that spread out across her face. The two  of them had been on separate ends of the Academy, with Vanya being as far away from the rest of them as she could be while still being in the family and Luther being close enough to Reginald that he got special treatment and secrets told to him that the other kids didn’t get. Vanya had been close with Diego when they left the Academy and they started their punk bad, close with Five when they were all children, and off-and-on friends with Ben when Ben wasn’t babysitting Klaus. Luther and Vanya were pretty much the only two in the Academy that had never crossed paths, and he was regretting that immensely now.

They pulled up to the hotel where Luther had purchased a room before going out to get her. It was a nice enough place, not so high quality that it would bleed them dry before Ruby got them another place to live, but clean and decently safe. The room itself was painted a pistachio green with tasteful artwork, nothing that was so garish he felt like he needed to take it down but definitely not his style. Vanya brought up the bags that Sissy had sent her with and Luther carried the three boxes of things that he had taken from the boarding house for men before he had begun his journey in the car.

Vanya hummed to herself as she set the bag down in front of the bed and then flopped back against it. She pillowed her head on her arms as she looked at him, “I assume that the singular bed is so that we can keep up the facade of being in a relationship with each other?”

Luther flushed and nodded his head. He was too ashamed to answer, especially with the feelings that were growing inside of him. It had been a couple of months for him since he had come down from the moon and years since he had realized that Allison had moved on from him and gotten married. He didn’t think that he would ever fully forget her since she was his first love, but he had let his eyes stray to other women and men since coming down to Dallas. It wasn’t safe for him to act on the latter, but he had spent time in the company of some wonderful ladies during his months alone, even if it hadn’t gone anywhere. He was beginning to feel those same things pop up inside of him for Vanya. 

She had a smart mouth on her, her laugh almost always came with a little snort in the beginning, and she was prettier than he had ever realized when they were in the Academy together. Every time she looked at him, he felt like he was a bug trapped underneath a microscope and waiting to see what a possibly cruel scientist would do to him. It was thrilling and exciting, in a way that finally made him realize why Diego had always been the way that he was when they were growing up.

Vanya let out a low hum as she sat up on the bed. She folded her legs messily underneath her, one shoe on the floor and the other bobbing on her toes as she kicked her foot. “What lie did you tell the other people in your life? About me?”

“Well, I had to tell my boss that you were my ex and that I had gotten you pregnant. He’s going to expect us to get married and there to be a baby, which will be hard to explain,” Luther sighed. He didn’t want to address that yet because it was complicated and embarrassing. 

“Hmm,” she leaned back on the bed again, extending her arms out so that her collarbones popped up underneath her shirt in startling prominence. “Do you think that we should try to make the lie a truth?”

“What?” he asked, feeling all the blood in his body suddenly split between his cock and his face. He wouldn’t lie again and say that he had never thought about it, they were all horny teenagers locked in a house with each other and Vanya was very pretty. At the same time, she had been so much nothing when she was doped up by Reginald that it had seemed almost cruel to try and pursue something with her.

“Listen, I’m going to be fully honest with you. I haven’t had sex the entire time that we’ve been here, nor have I masturbated. You said that some of us had romances with each other back in the Academy and everything that you told me sounds right. If we’re going to be stuck together for however with one bed, it’s only inevitable that something is going to happen. I want to get my rocks off and I’m supposed to be pregnant anyway,” she shrugged.

“Having a baby with me and having sex with me are two very different things,” Luther spluttered as he felt his face go even darker red.

“I guess,” she shrugged. “But I have a feeling that I really like kids. Our family seems fucked up enough, so I don’t think it would be that big of a deal if we coparented a kid together, especially if it keeps us safe. You said that your boss was pretty volatile and probably wouldn’t like being lied to,” she argued. She had a lot of good points, so it was getting a lot harder for Luther to argue with her.

Working in a strip club, or the 1960s equivalent of one, was actually pretty difficult when he was that sexually repressed. He had to remind himself that the workers were relying on him to protect them and not to become another one of their slobbering customers a lot. He would never make an advance on them since he wasn’t a customer, he was another worker and it would be incredibly hard for them to feel like they could tell him no since he was responsible for their safety. However, his weird hours made it hard for him to find other people that he might have a sexual rendezvous with, which resulted in him feeling like he was going to explode without a single outlet that he could find to satiate the base desire growing stronger and stronger in his gut.

Luther took a step closer to the bed, his eyes roaming over Vanya. She was a lot different than Allison and a lot of the woman that worked in the bar, but she was so beautiful in her own way. His eyes roamed down her mostly-flat chest to her stomach and then down to her long legs. He could almost feel the things that they would do together and it made the arousal hanging between his legs stand at attention.

“Are you sure that you want to do this, with me?” he asked. It felt wrong, to be taking advantage of the weakest, supposedly, member of the Umbrella Academy when she had no memory of their history together. The only thing that made him throw that bit of concern to the wind was that he hadn’t pulled any punches when he was telling her about their history together. He had flat out told her all the horrible things that he had done to her and she had still forgiven him despite it all, which meant that she had more informed consent than he had when he lost his virginity.

“I do,” Vanya nodded. “I think that based on your height and the experiments done to you, you’re going to be exactly the type of man that I like.” She bit her lip as her dark brown eyes roamed up and down his body, which made every single hair stand up on end as excitement flushed through him.

He leaned far over her, one knee on the bed while the other leg was supporting him on the ground. He leaned down and captured her lips on his own so that they were moving back and forth in a display of intimacy that felt overwhelming and just so right. If he had Five’s ability and had gone back in time to tell his former self what he was doing now, he would have laughed so hard that he peed. The Luther that he was a couple of months ago never even would have looked at Vanya, let alone undressed her and worshiped her to the moon and back.

Part of it was wrong and so, so dirty. He had realized the way that their relationship would look from the outside, since they had been raised together and were adopted siblings. That only spurred him on harder and faster, loving Vanya the way that she had deserved after all of those lonely years. Reginald was so alien and different than them that he had tried to make them siblings so that something like this wouldn’t happen, but that only made him want to do it more. Not only was this something that Vanya had asked him for, so prettily, but it was a way for them both to stick it to the man that had abused them. They were at opposite ends, always a force pushing against another and never a joined team, so now they were combining their bodies in some of the most intimate ways that two human beings could.

[velvet4510]

the fact that Luther, Allison, Klaus, AND Viktor ALL found their soulmates in different timelines/time periods through their time traveling is just SO juicy and could’ve been such a point of emotional conflict in this last season??? If all the timelines need to be destroyed but that would mean erasing the people they fell in love with?? erasing Sloane and Ray and Dave and Sissy?? Characters who actually were important to the seasons they appeared in, and who were so crucial to the Umbrellas’ character development?? Why not honor them and those incredible relationships in the swan song??

Instead, they did … that.

[redroses07]

the fuck was bro thinking?

[hihomeghere]

Insomniac

Word Count : 1.8k Summary : Five has trouble sleeping and when he does sleep it's anything but peaceful. After a nightmare he craves your touch to remind him you're okay. Warnings/Tags : Talk of nightmares, insomnia, smut, piv, cursing, allusions to violence, use of y/n, Aged up!Five

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

Whether or not Five wanted to admit it he was an insomniac. Blame it on his heightened survival instincts from the apocalypse, or the commission. Whenever it was time to relax and go to sleep, Five felt more wired than ever. Which led to you normally finding him in the strangest positions when he finally crashed. Whether that be hunched over the kitchen table, cold coffee in a mug next to him. Sometimes you’d find him slouched in a chair, a blanket draped over him by one of his brothers. Your favorite was when you’d be watching a movie together, his eyes slowly closing, he’d mumble something along the lines of, ‘just resting his eyes for a second’ before he’d be snoring on your shoulder. A sure sign that he was still an old man in a young man’s body.

It’s not like he didn’t try to sleep. Every night you’d both climb into bed, you’d lay your head on his chest, the soft beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. He’d lay awake, his mind constantly churning. He’d gotten so desperate at one point he’d tried to follow the meditation video Klaus had lent him. Although listening to some lady stoned out of her mind telling him to breathe deep only agitated him further.

On the nights where Five did fall asleep it was anything but peaceful.

Five screamed, waking you up as you all but jumped out of your skin. Five sat up in bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing erratic. You sat up, the sheet pooling around your waist.

“Five?” You whispered your hand lightly grazing his back. He jumped, turning to you like a cornered animal. His lips pulled back in a snarl, wide eyes glaring at you. “Hey,” You pulled back watching the gears turn behind his eyes, guilt washing over him as he realized you weren’t a threat. “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok.” He leaned forward resting his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. His heart was beating like a small animal against your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Hot tears wetting your collarbone.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” You soothed, your hand traveling up to his head. You ran your fingers through hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He let out a shuddering breath, loosening his grip around your waist. “Do you want some tea?” You asked, you had been trying to help him kick his coffee addiction.

“Coffee.” He mumbled, sighing into your neck.

“Ok, let’s get some coffee.” You said peeling the sheets off the two of you. He sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. You grabbed your robe off the floor, wrapping it around your body. Five stood by your bedroom door, bleary eyed. You took his hand leading him down the stairs to the kitchen. You looked at the clock as you passed the oven, 2:35. You internally sighed slipping your hand out of Five’s grasp. He pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped across the tile floor. You walked over to your new Keurig, Five’s birthday present. You popped one of the pods in before shutting the lid. You walked over to the kitchen cupboards, pulling out a mug and setting it in the Keurig. The smell of coffee filled the air as Five got up from his seat. He walked up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, reaching up to wrap your hand around his neck. You had both been trying to be more open about your pasts. Which meant having these uncomfortable conversations.

“Just-” He sighed, “Just stay with me for a minute, dearest.” You nodded slightly swaying as you both stood in the kitchen. Five loosened his grip around your waist, reaching past you to pick up his coffee cup. You leaned against the counter, pulling your robe closer around your body. He held the mug in one of his hands, leaning his head back against the cupboard cabinet. He let out a sigh before taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re staring.” He mused, turning to look at you.

“I’m just-” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders, “I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” He said with a tight lipped smile. You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms.

“I know you better than that.” You said a small smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.

“Then you know what it was about.” He huffed, bringing the mug to his lips.

“A or c?” You asked, looking down at your feet. You had invented a code between the two of you, A for apocalypse and C for commission. While you couldn’t relate to being stuck in a post apocalyptic world, you were all too familiar with the inner workings of the commission. The killings you both carried out plagued your dreams as well. Your hands had been stained long ago.

“C.” He answered. The commission. Well that narrowed it down.

“Real or not real?” He hesitated, sneaking a glimpse toward you before raising his gaze toward the ceiling.

“Not real.” He said before clearing his throat. You walked over to him, laying your hands on his cheek. He avoided your gaze keeping his eyes lo

“Was it about me?” You asked, pushing his head slightly with your hand to get him to look at you.

“Yeah.” He said clenching his jaw, his eyes darted away from yours. You waited for a moment, to see if he would say anything more.

“I’m right here.” You whispered after a moment had passed, “I’m right here and I’m ok.”

“I know,” He leaned forward his lips finding your neck, he breathed in your sweet scent. The tiniest hint of sweat from the night. His hands found your hips, pulling you against him.

“I need you.” He breathed against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses.

“You have me.” You sighed, leaning your head back offering him your neck.

The world spun and the temperature dropped as Five blinked you both back to your room. It took a second to get your bearings before your knees hit the bed. You allowed Five to lay you down, his long fingers curling under the waistband of your pajama pants. He pulled them off, while you pulled your shirt over your head.

“So gorgeous.” He murmured, kissing up your stomach. You sighed contently, melting under his touch. He pulled away briefly, pulling his shirt off and stepped out of his pajama bottoms. Leaving both of you in your underwear. He lifted your hips up off the bed, his fingers curling into the waistband on your panties as he pulled them off. Your body buzzed with anticipation as you watched him take off his boxers. He climbed forward onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him forward into a kiss as the head of his cock found your entrance. Tasting the bitter coffee on his tongue as slipped inside with the familiar ease of a lover. You gasped into his mouth, feeling every inch of him as he pressed inside you.

“There you are.” He sighed against your lips, his own curling into an easy smile.

“Five-“ You moaned, gripping his shoulders as he slowly started thrusting inside you. He never left your cunt, hips rolling against yours. Your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close as possible. Your moans and the sweet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You looked up at Five, his eyes bore into yours. You felt a bit shy under his gaze, your eyes darting away.

He stilled, laying his forearms beside your head as leant over you. He covered your body with his own, his hand turning your head so you would look at him.

“Let me see you.” He said softly, nosing against your cheek.

It was moments like this that made you feel like a normal person. Moments when it was just the two of you in the world, two becoming one. He reached down, grabbing your thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. “You feel so good.” He mumbled, pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was taking his time with you tonight, that much was clear.

Your heels dug into his butt, trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a small laugh, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. He slowed, his hips creating a low drag into your cunt with every thrust. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit in a delicious way that had you clenching around him. A low whine pulling its way out of your throat, as he propped himself up.

“You like that doll?” He whispered, his cock rubbed at your walls in deliberate strokes.

“Mmhm.” You nodded tears springing to your eyes as you bit your lip. Your body craved more, more stimulation, more Five. “Please.” You whined, your hands digging into his shoulders, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake.

“Please what?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned down, nipping and sucking at your neck.

“More, I need more please.” You said bucking your hips up to gain and friction.

“As you wish.” He said, his breath fanning across your neck as he snapped his hips into yours. You moaned, your eyes rolling back into your head as he set an excruciating pace. He sat back on his heels, pulling you down the bed with him. He slammed into you, leaving you a moaning mess under him. You grabbed his thighs, nails dragging down his pale legs. Your body buzzed as you neared your high, breasts bouncing as he drove into again and again.

He watched you, picking up subtle signs your orgasm was approaching. Your toes curled as he reached between your bodies, rubbing deliberate circles on your clit.

That was enough to send you over the edge, you spasmed around him, your nails digging into his thighs as you cried out. Tears slipping down your cheeks.

“That’s it.” He smirked, breathing hard. He was getting sloppy as he neared his peak. You continued to ride out your orgasm as his came crashing down.

“F-Fuck.” He groaned spilling into you, his hips stuttering as he painted your insides. He lowered his body onto yours, laying his head in the crook of your neck as he interlaced his fingers with yours. You both breathed hard, letting your heart rate come down.

“How do you feel now?” You asked breathlessly, squeezing his hands.

“Much better.” He nodded, kissing your neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You said pulling your hands away to wrap them around his sweaty body.

Needless to say, Five slept through the night

[journalofabird]

What happened to the other 36 children that were born on October 1st 1989?

Why is Reginald Hargreeves an alien?

Why did Abigail say "Thanks for protecting me on the moon" to Luther?

Why was Jennifer inside a squid?

What happened to Sloane when all the others got to another timeline?

Without the comics, there are still so many questions left unanswered in the umbrella academy show itself.. and it's driving me crazyyy

[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

[gravity-barbie]

The Hargreeves' reactions to you getting catcalled

A/N: Sorry, I think I accidentally deleted the original request for this, because I could not find it anywhere

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Luther Hargreeves

-Luther is shocked and outraged, getting up in the perpetrator’s face immediately, and probably scaring the crap out of them with that stature of his

-As much as he thinks the person deserves a good beating, they’re already pretty much at his mercy so instead he just demands an apology for you

-He’s so soft and considerate to you afterwards, triple checking that you’re okay and questioning if there’s anything else he can do, literally anything

-The incident makes him more protective, he’s always volunteering to accompany you when you go out, and pretty much insists if he thinks the area you’re headed seems shady

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego already hates catcalling but the fact that it’s directed at you just makes him extra pissed, slightly unhinged even, he advances on them while yelling insults, fully ready to get violent

-Even if you want and are able to drag him away, he’s probably already hatching a plan to come back for some vigilante justice later

-He’s pretty heated, but he does recognise that you must feel way worse than him and that he should prioritise your feelings, checking if you’re alright, and even if you brush it off he’s perceptive enough to get a read on how you really feel

-If you’re very upset, despite his anger he gets a hold of himself and turns into the sweetest marshmallow while trying to comfort you

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-Allison tenses up, checking your reaction first and foremost, if you want to ignore it and get out of there she’ll just put a protective hand on you and usher you forward

-But if not, or if the catcaller is being persistent, she is more than willing to confront them and make them regret ever opening their disgusting mouth

-Depending on her relationship with her power at the time she’d be quick to rumour them, probably not physically hurt them (depending on how graphic they were being) but at the very least put the fear of god in them

-She’s had a lot of experience with things like this, so she comforts you with a lot of understanding and empathy, pretty accurately predicting your feelings and needs

Klaus Hargreeves

-Klaus’ policy has always been to brush off stuff like this with a sassy remark and move on, he wishes he was the type of person that could easily defend you but he just isn’t

-He does have the urge to talk shit back to them, even to his own detriment, and if he was alone he might, but you’re here and he’s not going to risk any further trouble for you by causing a scene

-He asks if you’re okay but otherwise tries to change the topic and lighten the atmosphere pretty quickly, he does care of course, he just thinks the best thing he can do is cheer you up

-Maybe later when you’re less shaken he’ll bring it up again, just to see if you’re really okay, let you vent if you need to or see if there’s anything he can do

Five Hargreeves

-Five is caught somewhere between wanting to ignore it and wanting to pull out those assassin skills of his

-It depends on how you react, if you just huff and keep walking he’ll ask if you’re alright but drop it when you do, if you seem shaken up though, there’s no way he’s letting it go

-Internally he’s livid, but he acts more cocky than anything else as he gives them both a physical and verbal beating, finishing it off with a warning that they better not harass anyone again

-He isn’t good at comfort, he’ll never bring this up again if you don’t, but if you do want to talk he’s there for you, trying his best to offer the kindness you need

Viktor Hargreeves

-On pure instinct Viktor confronts them, not before manoeuvring you protectively behind him though

-His exterior is icy, and way more dangerous than this person realises, if they don’t back down he won’t hesitate to pull his powers out to back up his warning, after all he’s had a bad experience with this kind of thing before

-Though if you try to pull him away, for your sake he’ll go, since your comfort and sense of safety is more important than his righteous anger, the fear alone will teach them a lesson anyway

-He’s very sweet and attentive afterwards, and whether you need silence, to vent or to be distracted he's got you covered

[whxre4hange]

thinking about how diego held the reindeers he'd won for grace and the twins while being fkn SHOT AT :( he deserved sm better

[meyrinn-revery]

Five Hargreeves

The Umbrella Academy - Season 4

I was impatiently waiting for season 4 of The Umbrella Academy !

Season 3 having disappointed me a little, I had high hopes for season 4. And, although I found it indeed better than the previous one (even if season 2 remains my favorite), there are still things that disturb me.

The actors are still good, nothing to say about that ! But I don't understand what the writers did. 😅

I don't find the same Five as in seasons 1 and 2, I have the impression that he has changed his personality. Same for Lila : where is the badass Lila from previous seasons ?!

Even if I wasn't particularly a fan of the Diego/Lila couple; the Five/Lila couple doesn't disappoint me as it is the case for most fans of the series, but it disturb me a little.

Their enemies-to-friends thing was funny enough, but seeing them as a couple (while Lila is with Diego and they have kids 💀, and Five has been fucking a mannequin since before I was born) makes things a little weird.

And I'm sure that for everyone who had a crush on Five or just on Aidan, the kiss scene must have been particularly painful. 😭

We already didn't like seeing him with Dolores ! But the worst part is that I love Lila too much to cry watching them kiss.

All that remains is to cancel the wedding, girls ! 😢

I wish good luck to everyone who writes Five x Y/n (etc) fanfiction, because I don't know how you're going to explain that.

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"He was never a father really, more like a mean old state-national basketball coach."

- Y/n Hargeeves, Number 00, The Gifted

Being the adopted super powered kid of Sir Reginald Hargeeves was never a simple task. You always could've been better for him. But what happens when he dies and the world ends in a few days?

You are Number Zero, here's your story..

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i’d let robert sheehan do unspeakable things to me and that’s putting it lightly. he’s the perfect man

[sissytobitch10seconds]

all i need is to come home to you

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Luther is sick and tired of being alone on the moon. He's going to change his life on his own terms instead of letting his father shape it. Warnings: Canon-typical child abuse and pseudo-incest Word Count: 3,915 Ship(s): Luther Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So google docs uploaded and this summary was not the one I had originally, lol. I hope that it was enough to draw some people in and I hope this fic is worth it! Also, the title of this fic is from Rule #2 - Moonlight by Fish in a Birdcage. I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

all i need is to come home to you

An Umbrella Academy Fanfiction

A Viktor Hargreeves/Luther Hargreeves Fanfiction

By Sissytobitch10seconds

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Annihilation Control to Mission Control Correspondence - 6/4/18 02:48-03:01

AC: Dad

MC: That is not how you are meant to speak to your overseeing director, Number One. Please try again.

AC: Cut the shit. I can’t do this anymore.

MC: Please explain yourself, Number One. Frivolous calls are what is going to ruin the mission, combined with your insistence on sharing unneeded facts during your log records.

AC: You don’t read those, Grace does. She probably made some comment about it to you when she was serving you dinner. And I just told you, I can’t do this. I need you to get me someone or I’m going to walk outside into space without my fucking helmet on.

MC: Number One! There is no need for such crass language, please refrain from speaking towards me that way again

AC: Can you just shut up for one second and actually listen to me? Maybe there’s a reason that I’ve been including stupid shit like that in my logs. 

MC: And what reason would that be, Number One?

AC: I’m not going to talk to you, not if you’re going to be like this.

MC: You’re the one that called me, Number One. Outside of the usual parameters and with such crass language, no less!

AC: Let me talk to [Viktor].

MC: Absolutely not.

AC: If I don’t get to talk to [Viktor] then I’m going to follow through with my threat. It would be super shitty if the youngest person to ever go to space ended up killing himself under the great Reginald Hagreeves’ care. I’ve been trained with all the space shit. Maybe I should just not patch the next oxygen leak that the control center gets.

MC: How soon do you need to speak with [him]?

AC: As soon as you can get [him].

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Annihilation Control to Mission Control Correspondence - 6/6/18 13:00-14:06

AC: What do you want?

MC: Uh, hello?

AC: Oh. Hello.

MC: Is this Luther? I’m sorry, I don’t know how this works and no one will explain it to me.

AC: That’s okay [Viktor] I don’t expect you to know how this works. Truth be told, I thought that this was a call from Dad to see if I had actually followed through. I wasn’t expecting him to be able to get to you like I wanted him to.

MC: Well he did. It was kind of a surprise for me too. I mean, you had never shown an interest in wanting to talk to me before. 

AC: Back when I was at home?

MC: Back when all of us were at home. It always seemed like you liked Allison better than the rest of us.

AC: How is she? Allison?

MC: What was the last thing that you heard about her?

AC: The last thing that I heard about her was when I was back on earth. I used to get newspapers so that I could keep up to date with current events, but they stopped coming after the first year up here.

MC: Wait, you haven’t had anything new to read in three years?

AC: Two, but yes.

MC: What have you been doing to keep yourself occupied, then?

AC: What do you care, [Viktor]?

MC: You’re the one that wanted to call me, Luther. If you didn’t really want to talk to me then you should have asked Dad for Allison. And if you just wanted someone to argue with then you should have asked for Diego. I don’t know why you chose me out of all of our siblings, but I have my own life and job that I am currently missing out on to talk to you. So if you’re not going to be nice to me then I’m not going to talk to you.

AC: Wait, [Viktor]. I’m sorry that I snapped at you. I think it’s harder for me to interact with people outside of the standard conversations that Dad and I have when he calls every week to make sure that I’m still handling the maintenance of the shuttle well enough. I just mentioned that I hadn’t had anything to do while up here, didn’t I?

MC: You did, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole.

AC: You’re right, I’m sorry.

MC: It’s okay. But I do think that you owe me an explanation for why you picked me out of all of our siblings.

AC: Well, I knew that Klaus has probably gotten into something more than what he was into when we were teenagers so it didn’t feel particularly safe to call him. We still don’t know where Five is and he would end up arguing with me far faster than Diego would. When Diego left, a little while after dad sent you away to college, he said that he wouldn’t step back into the house until Dad was dead. I didn’t think that it was worth it to even ask for him when he was so against it like that, I guess. 

MC: What about Allison?

AC: Can you tell me about her?

MC: Not until you tell me why you picked me instead of her. I think that if she knew that you had made that choice when she would skin me alive.

AC: She would never do that!

MC: She threatened to literally the entire year that we were fourteen. I think that she very much would.

AC: I forgot about that.

MC: It’s okay. I like hearing you laugh.

AC: Oh, thank you.

MC: Now tell me why you didn’t demand that Dad bring Allison to stave off your loneliness. 

AC: Well, the last that I was able to hear about her was that she was dating somebody new. She’s been dating a lot of people since I last saw her and she moved out to LA. It kind of hurt. You know, I caught her before she left. I caught almost everyone before they left for the last time, other than you.

MC: Did you catch Five?

AC: I thought that you wanted to hear my story about Allison.

MC: Right, sorry.

AC: Anyway, as I was saying. I caught her before she had the chance to leave and she told me what she was doing. When we were younger, we used to sneak back to our secret greenhouse the same way that you and Five would sneak to the music room. We talked for hours sometimes, but then she would also bring the Shakespear books that Mom forced us to read when we were supposed to be studying the classics. She would pick a main character that she wanted to play and then make me read the other lines so that she could practice. I wasn’t that shocked when she said that she wanted to go and be an actress in LA. I was really sad to see her go, but I knew that I couldn’t hold her back if I really loved her.

MC: That’s what they say in all of the songs, isn’t it?

AC: Yeah, I guess so. I haven’t gotten a new record in a really long time.

MC: I’ll see if I can get Mom to convince Dad to send you some of my favorites, if you’d like.

AC: I would… I would like that [Viktor]. Do you want to hear the rest of the story?

MC: Yeah, sorry for interrupting so much.

AC: No, it’s fine. If I only wanted to talk to myself then I wouldn’t have demanded that Dad find me someone. But, um, anyway. I let Allison go after she promised that she was going to write me so that I could keep up to date with her. She landed a main role in the first movie that she auditioned for, which I’m guessing that she might have used her powers for. I don’t like doubting that she has the ability to get it on her own merit, but I know that she didn’t like to do the hard work that the rest of us had to do. After that, the letters just stopped coming. The only way that I could figure out what was happening to her was through the tabloids and articles written about her.

MC: Me too.

AC: I guess after that I just figured that she didn’t want anything to do with me so I didn’t even try to contact her. I sent a few letters here and there when something big happened to her or I was able to sneak one of her movies into the Academy, but I never got anything back.

MC: So you two grew apart? I’ve heard that can happen to people who grew up together.

AC: I guess that kind of happened with us too, didn’t it?

MC: The difference is, we thought that you two were in love with each other. No one liked me so there was no doubt in my mind that none of you would ever reach out to me. Not since Five left when we were thirteen.

AC: I’m sorry, [Viktor].

MC: It’s okay, it’s not like it was just you.

AC: I… I suppose that’s true. I didn’t want to pick Allison because I don’t think that she would have responded to Dad’s call, and I can’t go another week without having something to look forward to.

MC: I’ll come back every week and talk to you then.

AC: I don’t want you to feel like you have to. One time was enough to keep me going for a while longer. Hopefully I’ll be able to actually come home soon.

MC: I hope so too. I have to go now, I really can’t stop putting off my work.

AC: I’ll hear from you in a week then.

MC: Mm hmm. I’ll get Dad to send you some more things to keep your mind busy too. You’re too intelligent to just be left up there twiddling your thumbs, Luther.

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Annihilation Control to Mission Control Correspondence - 8/14/18 22:00-22:54

MC: Hello? Is someone there?

AC: I’m here, like I always am. Though apparently you’re not.

MC: I’m sorry, Luther. I really did try to make it on time. I’ve been having some trouble getting to and from the concerts that I’ve been doing in the past month and I missed the bus. When I actually got here, Dad said that you would be busy doing whatever mission he sent you up there for and that I couldn’t call you. I’m so sorry.

AC: [Viktor], I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry that I was so snappish. I should have figured that it had something to do with Dad.

MC: Is he still being as difficult as he was before?

AC: You’re actually dealing with him in person, you tell me.

MC: I was kind of hoping that he was going to be nicer to you when he called you. Mom said that he was sending you the records and books that I brought last month.

AC: He did, but the conversations that we have whenever I call back for my checks are awful. I guess I was kind of scared that he wasn’t going to let you call me anymore because you’re changing me.

MC: I’m changing you? According to you or according to him?

AC: According to us both. He mentioned it last week when I was asking where you were after you didn’t call me. I had some time to think about it while doing my missions because of how fucking monotonous they are. And he was right.

MC: Oh? Do tell.

AC: Well, you’ve made me actually think about the way that I treated you back when we were kids. It wasn’t right, and it was all his fault. That was the reason that I treated Diego like shit too. 

MC: What do you mean?

AC: Do you remember back when we were training together, before Dad made you stop watching us and spend more time with Mom? 

MC: Of course I do.

AC: Well after you left he started doing a lot more of what he had been doing before. He would tell Diego that he needed to try harder if he even wanted to be my shadow. It made me have this idea that Diego and the rest of the team was so far beneath me that none of them were ever going to have any kind of right to lead. I think that it might have been the reason that Ben died.

MC: What… what do you mean by that?

AC: I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot for you to handle. We never did tell you what happened during the Jennifer Incident, did we?

MC: You didn’t. I asked over and over again and no one would ever tell me.

AC: Well… It was kind of hard for us to think about because part of it was our fault. Ben wasn’t good at controlling the Horror because he was scared of it. That only got worse as we got older, probably because he had been seeing what kind of things it could do at that point, and we understood the permanence of death. Dad made sure that we didn’t think too hard about what we did on missions when we were younger than that. Uh, anyway. We were on a mission for Dad, like we almost always were. Then things started going south, I don’t remember all of the details. We were trying to save someone, I know that. I think that Ben had been sneaking out with Klaus to try and watch him but had ended up meeting someone named Jennifer.

MC: How do you know that?

AC: We were able to drag some of it out of Klaus when we brought his body back to the house. But anyway, she turned out to be at the building that the hostages were in. Ben went totally out of control, the Horror was feeding on his fear and using it to control him entirely. It turned on him and ripped him to shreds.

MC: I guess I can understand why you all never told me that. I’m not sure that I would have been able to handle it on the little bit of meds that I was on. I can kind of process anything on the higher dose that Dad put me on when I went to college.

AC: I was meaning to ask you about those. When I was thinking about all of the horrible decisions that Dad made for the team, I kept thinking about why he kept you around. 

MC: Wow, thank you, Luther.

AC: I mean, it’s not like he cared for any of us. He didn’t keep you around because he loved you, there has to be some other reason. Then I kept thinking about the meds. Why would Dad want to have a sickly child with no powers? You wouldn’t have shared any secrets about him if he had sent you away because he was very open about his training methods. At least, the ones that you were around to see.

MC: I guess he did always kind of treat me like an in between of the outside world and the inside one that he made.

AC: Exactly. So why does he have you on the medication? Viktor? Are you still there?

MC: Yeah, sorry, I think I just remembered something. Do you remember when I was four and Dad took me away?

AC: He said that you were sick. The only person that got to see you was Allison and she got in trouble for talking about it when you came back.

MC: I’m beginning to think that I wasn’t really sick. I think I’m going to start looking for another doctor so that they can wean me off of these meds healthily. Then we’ll see what’s really going on.

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Annihilation Control to Mission Control Correspondence - 10/10/18 7:34-8:21

MC: Hello? Luther?

AC: [Viktor]? This isn’t the time that you usually call. Is everything okay?

MC: It’s more than okay! I have so much to tell you, so I need you to promise to wait until I tell you that I’ve finished before you start talking to me.

AC: Okay, I will.

MC: Promise?

AC: Promise.

MC: So I found another doctor, one that was outside of my insurance. It ended up being more okay than I thought it would be, doctor’s appointments without tests are inexpensive enough that I was able to manage it with the savings from my book deal. I convinced them that I didn’t want to be on the medication anymore and they helped wean me off. I started to notice some really interesting things after I stopped taking it, though.

AC: What kind of things?

MC: Luther!

AC: Right, shit, sorry.

MC: Anyways! As I was saying, I started noticing things. I thought that it was just a coincidence at first because my entire life I have thought that there was nothing special about me and never could be, but there is! At first it was things like raining when I was feeling upset about something, but then glass started breaking when I would get scared or have a panic attack. And Luther, I can hear way better than I did before. There are all these extra sounds that I had no idea existed before today. I was able to use it to sneak into the house and I found that little red book that Dad used to keep all of our training missions in. It turns out that I did have powers but they were really volatile, so Dad decided that he as going to lock them away instead of just manning up so that he could train me better. He also had Allison trick me into thinking that I was ordinary, which I think that we can both tell has had no lasting effects on my psyche at all.

AC: Is that sarcasm?

MC: Yes, Luther, it’s sarcasm.

AC: I like the way that your laugh sounds now. Not that it didn’t sound good before, but you actually sound happy now. Before it sounded like you were just kind of going through the motions.

MC: That’s because I was. The medication that I was on was a sedative because my powers are linked to my emotions. But I’m an adult now, so I can watch and handle them.

AC: Wow. It’s kind of hard to wrap my head around the fact that this is all real. I mean, that’s probably what Dad wanted in the first place, which was why he cemented the idea of you being different and ordinary in us throughout our entire childhood. What are you going to do now that you know you have powers?

MC: I’m going to get Dad to bring you home.

AC: You… you are?

MC: Of course, Luther. I want you to be able to be here to teach me how to shave when I get on hormones.

AC: Shave? [Viktor], I think you skipped a detail or two.

MC: Shit. Right. I was so excited to tell you about the fact that I had powers that I forgot to tell you about the other thing. It turns out that I’m a boy. I never had the chance to think about the things that would make me happy or who I was because of the Rumor and the medication. But now both have been broken over me and I know who I am. Is that okay?

AC: Screw shaving! I mean, I will still do that for you if you want me to, but I want to throw you a fucking party! This is amazing, you’re actually discovering things about yourself, just like me! We’ve officially broken the hold that the stupid old man had on us.

MC: I guess we have. Do you want to know the name that I picked out for myself?

AC: Of course I do. I want all of the details that you’re willing to give me.

MC: Viktor. My new name is Viktor.

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Annihilation Control to Mission Control Correspondence - 12/1/18 7:00-8:16

MC: Luther? Come in, Luther.

AC: You don’t have to talk like you’re actually Mission Control, Viktor. We’ve never done that with each other before.

MC: I thought that I would try it out, since I’m in charge of your mission now.

AC: You are? When did that happen?

MC: Pretty much immediately after I finished my last call with you. I know that I haven’t contacted you in a while, it took me a lot of time to figure out how to do what I wanted to.

AC: And what do you want to do with me?

MC: I’m bringing you home. The return rocket has left earth’s orbit and is going to be picking you up when it gets to the moon.

AC: Are you serious?

MC: I wouldn’t joke about something like this, Luther. I know everything that Dad did to you and it was so wrong. He had no right to turn your body into something that you didn’t recognize and then hide you in a base on the moon. I’m bringing you home and then you and I are going to figure out how we can have a real life, the kind that you wanted with Allison and I wanted with Five. Luther? You still there?

AC: If Five comes back will you leave me for him?

MC: I don’t see why I can’t have you both.

AC: I guess I should wait until I’m back on earth so that I can talk to you about this, but I’m worried that I’ll chicken out if I have to do it to your face. God, I don’t even know what you look like anymore.

MC: About the same as when my book came out, but my hair is short now. What is this about, Luther?

AC: When we had our first call, you asked me why I picked you out of all of our siblings. I never answered your question properly. The reason that I picked you out of all of our siblings was because you were the most kind. You also know what it’s like to be completely isolated from everything. I’m so, so sorry that we did that to you, Viktor. We were supposed to be your siblings, your family. More importantly, back then we were also supposed to be heroes. We were supposed to take care of people, that was quite literally in our job descriptions. But I think that the only thing that we actually ended up doing was killing whoever our father pointed us towards. We didn’t protect you, we didn’t protect other people, we didn’t protect Ben. You’re kind and wonderful and so heartfelt. I love you, Viktor.

MC: I love you too. Get home to me safe, okay?

AC: Okay.

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[velvet4510]

Don’t you just love it when fictional characters find true love, like the kind of love that helps to shape and define their arcs and serves as their chief motivation, and then 1 season later, those love interests disappear and those same characters are like “oh yeah, they’re not here anymore, oh well.”

Ha, get it, Luther???

Isn’t that hilarious, Allison??

KLAUS, isn’t that just the funniest thing??

Oh and don’t you also love it when a romance plotline is shoehorned into a story to the point where the very suggestion of it, let alone its full existence, is equivalent to the complete and utter annihilations of who these characters are at their core???

Ha, isn’t that the nuttiest thing, Diego??

FIVE, isn’t that just SPECTACULAR??!!

Aww, LILA, is that not the best thing EVER???!!

[redroses07]

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[little-forest-goblin]

Steve blackman i will never not have time to drag you you fucking bitch. You not only ruined a good show with your shitty choices for the fourth season and cut back 6 to 4 but you also blatantly ignored david castenada who tried telling you in the nicest way possible that that fuck ass choice of making a love triangle was uncomfortable and weird. I can't look at any of the interviewings for season 4 because I can feel this thick tension that is awkward between all of them. But lets not just talk about that lets talk about your fucking controversy that has just appeared of you allegedly making a toxic bullying work environment for your staffers. 12 anonymous people gave complaints to HR about your fucking behavior. You pitted staff against each other making an angry and untrustworthy working environment. Oh lets not also talk about the fact there were complaints of your ass making lewd remarks that people said were sexist, homophobic and transphobic. Elliot page praised you for your fucking handling of his characters transition but other sources say you also would praise your team and staff in public and than go behind there back and bully them in private you fucking two faced scumbag. You also would ice out your own fucking staff if they didnt fall in line with what you wanted or would blatantly get rid of them. How fucking power hungry do you have to be to do that shit. Lets not also forget that you were a bastard to a poor pregnant woman who didnt tell you she was pregant when she was hired and had to go on maternity leave so you failed to extend her contract because she didnt make it your business she was pregant you fucking creep. You gossiped and talked shit about your own staff but really you should praise them since they're there to help make this show run. Their there to make this whole operation not fucking crumple and you’d think you’d give them some sort of respect but you wanna act like a little bitch and whine and cry when you dont get your way and get called out when they dont wanna do something that is uncomfortable for not just them but everyone else. Let's also not talk about how you did not give proper credit to those who made scenes and stories for the show and took all that credit for yourself. Your a fucking piece of shit that couldnt come up with your own ideas so you stole everyone else’s because your unoriginal and had nothing good to input within the conversation. On top of all that, I think people should check your computer because you had no problem making a creepy relationship between two vastly differently aged actors. Aidan Gallagher is freshly of age to depict mature romantic relationships within tv shows and you instead of finding someone who is more closely to his age you pick the actress that he GREW UP AROUND. HE WAS A CHILD WHEN THEY FIRST MET. But also fuck Aidans parens too for not maybe coming out and saying that this is fucking creepy. Maybe they where silenced and paid off to stay quiet but looking at Rob gallaghers creepy and controversial fucking behavior anyway, i dont think it took much for them to be silent. The fact that you deny any and all allegations of any of those claims and your representatives tried to save your ass steve and than there was a investigation which surprise sur-fucking-prise was less than comprehensive. You probably paid those investigators off to get off your ass and have your representatives scrambling so you don’t get cancelled and you keep lining your pockets with money that you probably stole from your staff too since you wanna steal their work. so might as well double it and give it back to yourself, right? . Fuck you and everything you stand for steve blackman you toxic, manipulative, predatory, creepy fucking bastard. Fuck you.