#luther x viktor

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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]

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

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”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

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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

Allison Hargreeves

-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

[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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Downed and Drowned

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: A month ago, Sissy Cooper hit a young man with her car and as a result, helped safe his life. Viktor Hargreeves remembers very little of his old life after recovering from Hanahaki but is determined to make new memories. Warnings: Hanahaki disease, blood, and canon-typical abuse Word Count: 4,587 Ship(s): Luther Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I actually completely rewrote this fanfic after one of my mutuals shared a post talking about how Hanahaki had been taken and changed as it got passed through authors. I decided I wanted to try and do a more original take on it and what it started out as, which resulted in me needing to redo the whole thing. I had been very unhappy with how it had turned out anyway, so rewritting it made me feel like it turned out better. I hope that you guys like it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

The night air felt refreshing on his heated skin as he stepped out of the bar that he had been working in. He had never imagined that he would have had any kind of relation with the place that he was working at or anywhere like it. He had already found himself in that kind of establishment twice. Once had been right after he had found out the second biggest secret that his father ever kept, and the other was when he had decided that it was for the greater good.

The longer that time ticked on and the more he began to heal his emotional wounds, having the time and supportive father figure that he needed, he wasn’t sure the second of those two was as necessary as he first thought. Every time he began to panic about the kinds of activities that his employer got up to and the more he had to watch some of the poor girls be exploited, he always fell back to the excuse though.

He was working currently and had been all night. It seemed like the night was promising to be more interesting that he had been anticipating. He preferred it when he had fights at night so he could have something to do that was more than walking around and looking intimidating. It had been nice to watch the sparkly, scantily clad dancers sashaying around the stage with the huge dyed ostrich feathers when he had first started, but anything could get old when it was something that was done every night. He mostly watched the patrons that came in, taking special care to make sure that the couple of women that had snuck in with bad disguises weren’t harassed by any of the male patrons.

Luther had already been given a form of enrichment when the brother that had gotten him halfway into his mess in the first place was pointed out to him by one of the workers. He hadn’t seen Five in over a year and had basically lost all hope that any of his siblings were going to show up. Given that they were supposed to be transported back in time to before the apocalypse and had instead ended up in the 1960s in Dallas, he wasn’t even sure that they were in the same country or decade as him.

Five’s appearance had reassured him that they were. It had brought back a lot of memories of standing in the back alleyway, shouting for the siblings that he knew were never going to show up but that he couldn’t even fathom leaving behind. He had called Allison’s name until he knew that the surrounding businesses were going to have it ingrained in their walls of generations to come. He had called for Diego next, even though it was embarrassing to have to try and reach out to the brother that had been so inferior to him for so long. He had tried to get to Five a couple times, though he wasn’t sure that brother was going to thrive very well in the new world given what his body had looked like the last time they had seen each other. He had even tried Klaus’ name a few times, even if the backmost part of his mind knew that it was unlikely that particular brother would come even if he could hear Luther. There had been one name that he was too scared to call to, no matter how desperate he got to reunite with his family.

Five had told him all about the upcoming apocalypse and how they were all going to die, but it did nothing to fill Luther with the fire and panic that it had the first time. His brother suddenly dropping into his life to announce the same thing that he had the first time, that they had been unable to stop, was old hat. He had simply pushed the appearing thirteen-year-old out of the club and told him that he wanted nothing to do with any world-saving events.

When he had come back, he had been able to distract himself with his job once more. Apparently someone had gotten really drunk and decided that it would be a wonderful idea to talk to the most powerful man in the entire city about Communists. Jack was getting fidgety as he tried to attend to his business but was stopped time and time again by the customer, so Luther took care of him before things could get ugly. Luther didn’t like dealing with the cops in the past, he had found out back when he was homeless and trying to get money to catch a bus to the Academy.

He shook that memory out of his head as he finished depositing the man onto the curb. He gave him a strict warning to go home and not come back until he had learned a little decorum, even though the man probably only understood the first half.

Luther patrolled the edge of the main room inside to make sure that no one else was causing any trouble before he stopped back by his boss. He noticed a wallet laying on the floor, and when he opened it the ID was for the man that he had just removed. He quickly excused himself and then stepped out so that he could return the lost property and hopefully avoid having to deal with him again.

By the time that he got outside again, a blue car was pulling up next to the phonebox across the street. 

His breath was stolen from his lungs as he saw the one person that he had been trying as hard as he could to drive entirely out of his mind. He felt a pinprick somewhere deep underneath his ribs and a tickle in the back of his throat as so many memories of being a teenager and stranded alone on the moon came rushing back to him all at once. He had been so desperate for any kind of human connection that he had begun to near-hallucinate it whenever he wasn’t doing the work that his father had sent him up there to do.

The one person that had occurred more than all of the others hadn’t been the one that he was expecting. He had kept his sights on Allison his entire teenagerhood and even a little bit after that. He had only really begun to let the idea of them being together forever leave him when he read about her marriage in a magazine. It had hurt, but he had moved on easily.

He had thought about his brothers a fair bit too. Five’s disappearance had so many unknowns tacked onto it that it had seemed the most likely for him to be the next person that Luther saw until he got to come home. He and Diego hated each other, so the only thing that he could have hoped from his ex-number two was a scathing letter or a phone call to make fun of him. Klaus was usually out of his mind on whatever he could get his hands on so it was unlikely for either of them to be able to hold a real conversation. Ben was dead so every thought of him reaching out to Luther was met with tears and old grief.

Viktor, though, was the person that his mind had gone to most often. They were the last two to be living in the house. Klaus came back every now and again so that he could steal something or have somewhere warm to sleep, but the time between his visits got longer every time. Diego and Allison had already moved out to start careers. Viktor had been a lot slower to move out because he had to take some time to get a good score on several of the required exams to get into college. Once he had passed them he moved away to a dorm on campus somewhere in New York, but he would always come back for the holidays.

Since everyone else was gone and it was only them in the house on breaks, they slowly grew closer together. It started with their mutual love of music. Luther would put on one of his records and they would sit together while studying and listen. Then he would sit on Viktor’s chair with a book spread out on his desk and study while Viktor practiced whatever performance piece his professors had assigned him for that semester. Eventually they were able to move on to having conversations that weren’t awkward and forced the way that they had been when they were younger. 

Viktor was shy and nervous and Luther was socially ignorant and awkward, which resulted in a couple of miscommunications and hurdles that they had to overcome. The surprising part was that they had been able to actually do it, growing closer as friends. It had never felt like they were siblings in the same way that Luther had felt towards Five, Ben or even Diego.

The superhero had tried to ignore those feelings, to shove them so far down into his throat and stomach that they were nonexistent. It had obviously not worked since they all came rushing back to him as soon as he saw Viktor step out of the car on the other side of the street. 

Half of him was relieved that Viktor was alright and the other half was furious that he had managed to avoid thinking about his feelings for the other man for so long. When he had been on the moon it was easy to fantasize and let his mind run free about a myriad of things, and it was easy to let the resentment grow when he was seeing Viktor and trying to stop the end of the world. Especially since Viktor was running around with that serial killer back then.

He stepped forward in a burst of energy, tempted to find out where the other man had been and why he had never come to the alley. Luther had been there often enough that they would have crossed paths a couple of times if he had. He stopped himself before his foot was even on the curb as he saw Viktor slowly lift the man into the car and then drive away.

Even from as far as he was, he could see those warm brown eyes flicker over him for just a second before the engine turned over and they were gone. Something about being passed over in the way he was, like he was a ghost only Klaus could interact with, made the prickling pain at the bottom of his lungs even worse than it had been before.

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The wallet was the one way that he was going to see Viktor again, he knew that. It had been left on the man that was bothering his boss, Luther had quickly figured out that his name was Carl Cooper by examining his ID. He got the day off after his morning run and a couple of training maneuvers to make sure he stayed in shape. He took his car to the edge of Dallas and then slowly began to make his way towards the farm country. He was purposefully driving under the speed limit to try and draw out the experience as much as he could.

He didn’t know what was going to be waiting for him when he finally arrived and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to figure it out. He knew that Viktor had been through a lot in his life, the explosion that caused the apocalypse was proof of that. So much had changed for himself though, that he wasn’t sure Viktor would even feel the same way that he had back then. 

No matter how slow he drove, he was going to end up at the farm eventually. He pulled down a long packed dirt driveway until he reached two old growth trees on either side of the path. There had been tall grass and shrubs almost obscuring the entrance, but he had found it anyway. The trees split to reveal a quaint looking set up. 

There was a sizeable farmhouse planted at the end of the driveway with a huge washing line out in the front yard. Next to it was a massive barn that led out to a cow pasture where the animals were milling about and grazing. On the other side of the house, peaking out at the casual observer from between sheets and shirts, was a vegetable garden complete with deer proofing. It was quaint and comfortable in a way that Viktor would fit right in with, since he had never seemed to thrive in the busy environment of The City.

Luther turned off the car and then stepped out of the car as he began to scan for people. He noticed the familiar head of brown hair next to the fence closest to the house. Viktor had a ring of wire looped over his arm as he took down the broken material from the fence to replace, stooped forward and paying careful attention to what he was doing.

Luther stepped forward as he prepared to call out for him, but then stopped when he saw a little boy run up to him. The kid couldn’t have been older than eight-years-old. He had a head full of shaggy brown hair cut into the same style as Viktor’s and he was wearing a pair of jeans with a white button up that cut off at his upper arms.

He rushed up to Viktor and then grabbed his arm, tugging him in the other direction. Luther whished that he was able to hear what they were saying as words were exchanged and Viktor shook his head. Eventually the man relented and set the wire and tools down on the ground. He turned towards Luther but apparently didn’t see him as he placed his hand over his eyes and began to count. The boy sprinted off into the barn immediately after the action began.

Viktor finished and then turned in a small circle as he surveyed everything around him. He then stepped towards the barn with what looked like a smile, as far as Luther could see with his mediocre eyesight. As soon as he had his back fully turned to where the other hero had parked the car, Luther felt himself being drawn forward.

The way that the sun was cascading down from the clouds and shining in Viktor’s dark hair was romantic and enthralling in a way that made Luther’s heartbeat pick up in his chest. It brought with it the same aching pain that he had been dealing with since the day before. Something in the back of his throat tickled against his soft palet, uncomfortable and strange.

He stopped walking for a second to turn his head and hack into his fist. He tasted the coppery heat of blood before he realized that something had peeled up his throat and fully into his mouth. He reached two fingers under his tongue and removed a blue petal. It was small enough that it fit on the end of his finger and was rounded in shape. 

He tried not to think anything of it as he let it drop down to the ground and continued on his way. The metal of the gun that he had hidden between his undershirts and belt was heavy against his back. The wallet in his hand was even heavier since it was the only link that he had to Viktor other than the memories of the time that they had shared together.

“Can I help you?”

He hadn’t even realized that he had gotten to the edge of the barn until he was being addressed. He felt something jump in the back of his throat and the tickling returned. He easily ignored it, trained to do so even in the face of extreme pain thanks to all of his time under his father’s tyrannical rule. “Viktor?” he asked.

It felt stupid to do that when he had already had that confirmed for him. He would have been able to recognise the other man even with his eyes covered and a fog covering the town. They had spent so much time together and his heart had reached out to the other enough that it was a no brainer.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” the smaller of the two asked. His eyebrows were pinched together like they always got when he was struggling with his schoolwork or with a concept that Grace wasn’t explaining very well.

Something inside of his chest broken into a thousand pieces. He forced that down until it was almost gone. This wasn’t about the fantasies that he had allowed himself on the moon, it was about saving the life he had come to greatly enjoy and saving Five a headache in the future. The prickling in the back of his throat became harder and harder for him to ignore until he had to turn to the side and cough twice, which dislodged what he was assuming were another two petals from his lungs. 

“Do you really not recognize me? I didn’t think that it had been that long,” he huffed. He was trying to look at his adoptive sibling’s face a little bit closer now that they were standing two yards apart. For a moment he wondered if Viktor had found a husband and then had a child, if the little boy that he had seen earlier was actually Viktor’s. That didn’t make a lot of sense given the fact that Viktor was reacting to his chosen name without panic and they were living in a time when that would have gotten him immediately sent to a mental hospital.

He raised up one of his hands to brush his fingers through his long hair. He used to do it when he had bangs and they were beginning to brush against the tops of his eyelashes. His hair had grown out since they had last seen each other or his last haircut, hanging further down on his forehead and around his ears than it usually did. The motion allowed for Luther to be overcome with nostalgia for a time that they would never get back and see something very telling.

It was a medical alert bracelet, of which he had become very familiar with when he had to train with them to help with disaster triage. It was an older model and wasn’t as familiar to him as the newer ones were, but the codes on it were still the same. There was a small metal plaque that was about half an inch wide and striped with white and red color in quarter inch intervals. Engraved in thick black letters was the message that rocked him down to his core: H-PS.

“I’m sorry, there are a lot of things that I don’t remember right now,” Viktor apologized as he shifted awkwardly. There was a sound from the other side of the barn as one of the doors was yanked open to reveal a woman. She had the same color blond hair as the boy had, elegantly formed into ringlets but messily tied back from her face. She was wearing a pair of work jeans and a flannel with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

She startled when she saw that they were in the structure as well and quickly made her way over to them. “Viktor, who is this?” she asked.

“Someone from my past apparently. Sorry for getting distracted, I know the fence needs to be mended but Harlan asked to play hide and seek,” he explained.

“It’s fine, I know that boy is impossible to say no to. Why don’t you go and bring him to the pond? I’ll finish up here,” she smiled warmly at him. Luther noticed the way that she touched his adoptive brother’s arm and how the skin around her eyes crinkled affectionately.

Jealousy flared inside of him for just a moment before he rejected even the idea that he could have that kind of love or adoration for the other man. Viktor was the one that had cost him his chance with Allison and gotten him stuck in the sixties. He was supposed to hate him.

“I can finish up with the fence,” Viktor objected.

She shook her head. “I would much rather you play with Harlan if he’s in the mood for it. I want to encourage him reaching out to people and you’re his favorite person right now.”

Viktor’s eyes flit towards Luther for just a moment before he nodded and peeled off to go find the boy he had been playing with earlier. The other two people in the barn waited quietly and patiently for him to leave before the woman spoke again. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. She was rather scary when she spoke like that despite being calm and kind when she was addressing Viktor.

“I found a wallet in the bar that I work at with the address for this location. I just so happened to also know Viktor,” he replied awkwardly. He knew that he couldn’t explain the real relationship that they had to each other since their father hadn’t believed him when he had traveled up to New York to explain himself. It also sounded absolutely ridiculous to a person in the past, something he was learning the more he got into the minds of the people around him.

She sighed and then held out her hand. “That would be my husband Carl’s. I should thank you for bringing it back but you put my ranch hand in serious danger so I don’t know why I should.”

Luther felt his brows furrow together. He wanted to scream at the woman in front of him, get her to tell him what had happened to Viktor and then whisk the other man away to where their siblings were. Despite the fact that he had been very happy in his life, the idea of Viktor had been brewing in his head for almost twenty four hours and he wasn’t very eager to let it go now that he was so close.

“What do you mean by that?”

She pursed her lips like she wanted to say something nasty but then explained, “I’m going to assume that you’re not from around here. Texas doesn’t allow people to tell H patients that they’ve been through the surgery or have the disease. It’s too likely to make them remember who they loved and get it back.”

“V-Viktor had Hanahaki?” Luther asked, his eyes widening. The blue peony petal and prickling in his lungs flashed forward in his mind before he forced it back. His chest ached.

“I… I found him a month ago because I accidentally hit him with my car. He got up like he was fine but then he started coughing and…” she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side like that was somehow going to make her memories go away. “I’ve encountered quite a few people with flowers but never with that many.”

“He was in the late stages of it, then?” Luther asked. He wondered how Viktor had managed to hide it from them the entire time that they were trying to stop the end of the world after their father had died. For a moment, he also wondered what that serial killer Viktor had been involved with had thought of him having Hanahaki. 

It was something that was fairly stigmatized in the time that they had come from. It was becoming more and more rare with the further that LGBT rights came, as well as the Loving court decision. When people were no longer expected to marry inside of their own classes and races, the opposite sex, or those that their parents had approved of there was a noticeable decrease in those that had Hanahaki. That meant that people were usually looked down on if they managed to contract the disease and weren’t treating it with either therapy or surgery. 

“We had to get him to a hospital and by the time that we did they just took him back to surgery. It was the only way to save him. But that also means that you can’t be around him if he doesn’t remember you. The seeds were taken out so that he would forget you for a reason,” she waggled her finger at him like he was a misbehaving child.

“How much of his life does he remember?” Luther questioned immediately. The idea that Viktor could have had any form of love strong enough to give him Hanahaki was so foreign to him that he could barely process it. He had to get as much information about his brother as he could before he was shepherded off of the land.

She sighed. “He doesn’t remember basically anything. He knew his name and that he liked to play the violin. He remembers having a mom and what she looked like. That’s it. He doesn’t have any memories about holidays or siblings or a father. He said that he went to college and taught at a theater for a while in New York. I don’t know how much of that is true and how much of it is assumption from bits and pieces that he has leftover.”

“It’s true,” Luther nodded forlornly. Something about it was eating him from the inside out in a way that it shouldn’t have been. He shouldn’t have any feelings about Number Seven other than disdain and dismissal. Even after deprogramming himself of a lot of the things that Reginald had spoon fed him he should have had no strong feelings about Viktor outside of the disapproval at the starting of the end of the world.

He turned around like he was getting ready to leave but then paused. “If some other members of the family come to visit him, you should try letting them. Particularly a young looking kid with brown hair. It could really help him.”

Luther didn’t stick around to hear what she might have to say. He had completely forgotten that the standard in a lot of the southern and western states in the sixties for Hanahaki recovery patients was to keep the object of their repressed affections away from them. The prevailing theory in their current decade was that the disease couldn’t increase if they weren’t constantly having to deal with the feelings they were trying to ignore. Luther vaguely remembered Pogo mentioning something about the phrase ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ when he was explaining why it was a bad idea.

He collapsed down behind the wheel of his car and leaned his head back against the headrest. He was trying his best not to let any tears fall down his face despite them trying their best to escape. He shouldn’t be feeling anything but disdain for Viktor, he knew that. Yet somehow, seeing the other man with a smile on his face and love in his eyes made his entire body hurt.

He pushed down the well of emotions that lived in his throat and tried to ignore the handful of blue petals growing larger in the cupholder as he drove back into town to go back to work.

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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???!!

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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

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Okay… so Umbrella Academy season 4…SPOILERS!!!!

I know that maaaannnyyy people were not happy with Lila and Five, but I’m not gonna lie, in a way they were meant to be.

Now there’s the supposed “age gap” but we have to remember that, although he’s physically 19/20, Five is older than Lila. Yes she “watched him grow” from a mid teen but Five was so many years his own senior. And he was a legal age He was mentally 68 and has lived 2 maybe 3 lifetimes already. And for the most part he lived them alone.

I think that we all need to remember that five was alone for so long. He went back to his family, wounded, isolated and with foreknowledge that no one could comprehend. Lila is the only one that truly understands what it feels like to feel out of place in Time. They were raised by the same morals and merits. They understood what no one else could. They both have been through unimaginable pain and suffering. And I think they had the ability to heal one another, in fact they did. Five saw Lila for who she truly was, he cherished her and appreciated all of her. Her chaos, her madness, compassion, courage and mind.

Now I had the start of Lila and Five returning to her family scene paused for sooo long. I couldn’t bear watching it. Did I? Yeah, love me a bit of angst. I really didn’t like how hurt Diego was, truly, but Five knew what Lila and he had was real and I can understand his anger. Do I condone cheating, absolutely not. I’ve been cheated on. But I’m also one for “the right person”, so in a FICTIONAL world I understand. I can also understand why Lila needed to end it ,for the sake of her children, because that’s what true love is, the love of your children. But he was there when she had to let her family go. He stood by her side and comforted her even though she had broke his heart. And thank BrOKe me!

There also seems to be a lot of posts about the REAL Five Hargreeves. Guys that is character development. Is it positive. Eh, ish. But not all people grow in the same way. Yes Five would do anything for his family. But I don’t think he “gave up”. Five has always been logical, from the very start. His sole purpose in life was to get back to his family and save the world. Save the people of that world, their lives, the very essence of life. And he did that. He didn’t give up. Five found out that his family was the cause of it all. He didn’t sacrifice them to be selfish. He couldn’t stand to watch his family die over and over. They would never rest, never know peace and they would spend the rest of their lives knowing that each apocalypse was their fault. It took courage to tell them. They could have kept going on. Klaus, would have kept using. Luther would still be in anguish over Solan (also where the fuck was she in all this? - anyway, no, another time) Allison would have kept loosing Claire. And every one of them would have kept loosing something in that particular time line that they cared about. I dunno man. I think Five is the same as he always was. He lived alone in the apocalypse surrounded by the destruction of life. He ensured it wouldn’t happen ever again. He did his job. He saved his family. The world.

So yeah, you’re all entitled to your opinion and you have your reasons for it. This is mine. I liked Five and Lila. The ending was, peace and love to the writers, bullshit - though bittersweet I suppose, but bullshit.

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WHERE ARE THE DIEGO HARGREEVES FICS AT????!!!!