The Seer

The Seer

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Five x Reader

Warning: This fic is Rated R

Chapter: 0/1/2

As if he didn’t just fall from a portal in the sky, Five walked into the mansion and straight to the kitchen. We all followed, confused and wanting answers. Five casually pulled out bread and laid the slices out and began making a sandwich.

“What are you doing?” Asked Luther, breaking the silence. “Making a Sandwich do you know how long it’s been since I’ve eaten solid food?” Five replied, as if we knew how long it’s been.

Five opened the fridge door which was slammed shut just as fast by Luther who was becoming increasingly annoyed and wanted answers. “You look ridiculous by the way” said Five unfazed by his action.

“It’s been 22 years number Five, where have you been?”

“It’s been a lot longer than that.” He said simply, not bothering to elaborate, instead he opened the fridge again and dug out supplies for his sandwich. I decided to take a peek at Klaus, I was becoming increasingly more confused and being so stoned at the same time wasn’t helping. By the looks on Klaus’ face I could tell he was in the same boat.

“What happened to you?” Asked Vanya, in a sweeter and kinder tone than Luther. Five continued to make his sandwich before answering. “What do you think happened? I decided to test the limits of my time jumping, see how far I could go, turns out pretty far.”

Next to me Klaus harshly elbowed Diego, bumping into me slightly. Diego gave him a glare and passed him some money. Ignoring the little exchange Five went back to explaining.

“Dad always warned me not too go to far into the future, on the account of my jumps only working on one direction”

This time I spoke up to ask the next question. “How did you get back if your jumps only work one way?” Five stopped to take a bite of his food before simply saying “Your new.” Not bothering to answer my question.

“Yeah uh dad adopted her a few years ago.” Explained Luther, Diego scoffed loudly, everyone turned to look towards him. “You mean dad bought her”

“Uh okay Dad bought all of us” Allison said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Crossing her arms and staring Diego down.

“I didn’t ask and I don’t care.” Said Five. “And to answer your question, I got back by projecting my consciousness backwards into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists in every possible instance of time.”

“That makes no sense.” Said Diego dumbfounded, I agree with him it made no sense, I’m not sure if it’s because I’m high or just plain stupid but I couldn’t register what he said properly.

“It would if you were smarter. Granted, it did take me a little time to work out all the nuts and bolts of it...”

This time Allison asked the next question. “How much time?”

“52 year give or take.”

“Your 62!?” Diego asked shocked.

“No my consciousness is 62, my body is 19. Anyways what’s the date, the exact date?”

“The 24th” I replied, Five looked at me waiting for me to continue “oh uh of March.”

“That doesn’t give us much time” He said, his face falling a little.

Getting up he walked out of the room and up the stairs, Luther called out from behind him “Much time for what? Number Five!” He looked back at us, desperately wanting someone to speak up. No one did, and he left it at that.

After Five left the rest of us dispersed around the house again, and I went back to my room. In the middle do the whole thing I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was gonna go wrong, terribly wrong. But I didn’t know what, I just knew.

Pondering in my thoughts I tried to piece together my visions from this week, there wasn’t much, I could vaguely remember seeing an image of Ben’s statue outside, but it was broken, as terrible as that may be because the poor kid is dead I don’t think that’s what it’s trying to warn me about. Because this feeling was of fear, great great fear.

“Hey (y/n) uh it’s time if your ready.” Came Allison’s voice suddenly, pulling me out of my thoughts and causing me to jump a bit. “Sorry i didnt mean to scare you.”

“No it’s okay, is everyone else ready?” I asked, she nodded her head and turned around and headed back to where everyone was meeting, grabbing my umbrella I followed.

Outside in the courtyard we all formed a semi circle around Luther who stood under the elm tree. Pogo was the last to join, gesturing to Luther who held Reginald’s ashes. “Whenever your ready dear boy.”

Luther took the top off of the urn and turned it upside down, the ashes fell out into a clump on the ground, it was kind of pathetic, looking up to the sky with a strained face I prayed to whatever God would listen to not let me laugh right now.

“Probably would have been better with some wind.” Said Klaus, trying to hide back a smile as well.

Pogo shot us a look and we both shut down real quick.

“Would anyone wish to speak?” No one spoke up so Pogo went first instead.

“Very well. In all regards, Reginald Hargreeves made me the creature I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my friend, and my master, and I shall miss him very much. He was a...a complicated man--“

“He was a monster. He was bad as a person and worse as a father, and the world’s better off without him.” Diego said harshly cutting off Pogo.

“Okay that’s uncalled for, you can dislike him all you want but have enough respect for him and for Pogo at his funeral” I retaliated, i didn’t mean to sound so harsh and rude but interrupting Pogo like that was not gonna fly past me.

A few more words were exchanged between everyone and before we knew it Luther and Diego began fighting, hitting each other and throwing each other around the courtyard, everyone watched as the fight grew intense. Luther went to throw and punch, missing as Diego dodges it and instead hits Ben’s statue, causing it to tumble and break. Ben’s Head rolled to a stop at their feet.

After the statue fell Allison, Five, and Vanya went back into the mansion not bothering to say anything to Luther or Diego. “I hope you both are happy now.” I said frowning. Turning I walked away with Pogo leaving them outside.

“Well that could have been better.” I said sarcastically. Klaus chuckled nodding in agreement. “Well what can I say us Hargreeves are kinda wild”.

“Yeah no shit.”

After the fight happened everyone decided to part ways, except me, Luther and Pogo who stayed in the mansion as we lived there. I laid in my bed, replaying the events from today over and over again. Trying to make connections to my feeling of intense fear from earlier, but nothing was adding up. Something was going to happen soon, something very bad.

Authors note: sorry for such a small chapter and wait time in between, I recently rescued a kitten and have been spending time with her and getting her socialized with us and used to her new home.

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Request: Three words: Pulling Hawks Wings. How does the naughty bird react to his darling grabbing a fistful of feathers during passionate sex? (Bonus points if he goes feral because feral Hawks is the best Hawks.)

(A/N) god this got edited so many times, I just kept getting carried away

Summary: Hawks is the sweetest, most romantic boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier, but you keep finding yourself wondering why it feels as though he’s constantly holding back. Maybe it’s best for you to not find out why.

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, mommy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, edging, pain play, feral Hawks, yandere themes

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[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!peter parker x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, polyamory, prison au, noncon/dubcon sex, this plot scenario is very unrealistic but oh well,  reader makes a deal so she can survive, hella manipulation, dominants/submissive, oral sex (male recieving), hella angst, shower sex, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: this is like a really f’d up situation so enjoy :):):) i also wrote this over the span of two weeks so i’m sorry if the pacing is weird and (also x2) this is nowhere near canon

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Your eyelids were heavy though the bright light outside the bus was forcing you awake. Your limbs shackled to the seat, it reminded you that you had lost your freedom so quickly and that you’d probably never have a good night of sleep ever again, “How long?” Your mouth was dry, the heat from the wasteland you were driving through crept through the window. 

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(I didn’t mean for this to turn into a monster with over 7k words, but I finally finished it. This is based off of my mutant headcanons and also takes some inspiration from user kazooli’s awesome thirst posts about Hawks. Happy Springtime, everyone!)

Edit: Now there’s a Part 2!

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The songs of lovestruck birds rang across the streets. Freshly bloomed cherry blossoms rained petals down onto the pavement. Butterflies and bees hovered around the flourishing flowers. It was undoubtedly a beautiful day. Too bad you had to spend it in an office with an oncoming headache. A familiar voice spoke behind you.

“Wow, look at that. I don’t know what’s more gorgeous; the scenery outside or the lady staring at it.”

Hawks’s charm doesn’t affect you when he has pissed you off so many times in such a short span.

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Something strange was going on with your twin brother.

You don’t know exactly why it was happening, but you believe it started around the time that you first mentioned going on a date.

Shouto had stiffened up instantly, staring at you with such an intense expression that you almost took a step back. “A date?” His voice was quiet, but you could sense the underlying threat behind the words. It scares you a bit, a feeling that you weren’t used to from your twin.

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The very first time you laid your eyes upon the house, you were certain that you had lucked out.

It’s tall and imposing, and seems to lean slightly forward as though it’s hunching with old age. The wooden steps leading up to the weathered porch are splintered and rotted, the shingles of the roof are thin and broken, and one of the windows in the downstairs sitting room has been smashed (probably by a group of overzealous, rebellious teenagers).

“It’s beautiful!” You murmur, enamored with the greenery sprouting whimsically out of the gutters lining the roof. You’re so distracted by the house’s wild charm that you miss the nervous sweating of the realtor, and the anxious glances he keeps throwing into all the dark corners of every room you’re in.

That initial sense of wonder and charm… ended up fading pretty quickly. It’s not the worst house, by any means. You know for a fact that, all things considered, you actually got pretty lucky with it. The current market for houses is terrible, everyone says so! So the fact that you managed to land a beautiful period home, fixer-upper or not, in a quiet neighborhood (read: inconveniently far away from the nearest town) for way below market value should be nothing short of a miracle, especially for a first-time buyer who had barely fulfilled the basic requirements for a mortgage.

It should be.

But you begin to come to the slow, certain conclusion that the house… isn’t quite right.

The wild, overgrown nature of the house and garden loses its charm when it comes time for you to single-handedly tear up the needle-leaved weeds that have begun to grow in every crevice of the garden path, leaving your hands torn and bleeding. The secluded location, which you had first delighted over as being peaceful and quiet, soon becomes intimidatingly isolated. As summer rolls to a close and the bleakness of winter begins to stretch before you, the lush greenery surrounding the house begins to wither and brown. The evenings get shorter as darkness begins to roll in earlier and earlier, and before you know it October is drawing to a close. Things are going well for you. Really, they are. Work is good, you’re managing the commute to town better than you had initially expected, and the process of fixing up the run-down and broken bits of the house is going pretty smoothly.

The thing is, the thing that you really don’t like to admit to yourself, is that you seem to be having trouble… settling into your new home. Even after three months there, it’s an adjustment to be suddenly living on your own after so many years sharing apartments with polite and detached flatmates. You’re going through an adjustment period. That’s all.

That’s what you tell yourself late at night, when you’re lying in bed wrapped up in your duvet and staring fixedly at the broad white expanse of the ceiling in the dark. You’re adjusting. It’s not strange to have difficulty sleeping in a new, strange environment! The fact that the problem has been persisting for months now is something you try not to think about; you’re adjusting, that’s all.

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