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The Umbrella Academy season 4 rewrite
So, I hated season 4... Many video essays explain this much better and in more detail than I can. I share the common opinion on the final season but that isn't important. Here is a fanfic idea I had before the season 4 aired and I am considering writing it now.
Title: The Commission’s Genesis
Synopsis: In an alternate rewrite of Season 4 of The Umbrella Academy, Five Hargreeves, our Five (not from a parallel universe), takes a drastic step to ensure that their original timeline is preserved. This includes founding the Commission and ensuring that the original apocalypse happens. Five is convinced he can save both his family and the world, believing they can coexist. This multi-chapter fic transforms the entire series into a time loop, filled with angst and hurt/comfort, centering on the “blame Five” trope.
Thoughts? Ideas?
Would you be interested in reading this?
waiting for his father to come save him, stopwatch in hand, or his sister, smelling of bargain detergent and smoke and a whole clusterfuck of people he’d tried really goddamn hard to forget about a timeline-or-three ago. begrudgingly, he thought about why he’d given up the moment the marigold had re-entered his system, about the tentative weight of the shot glass in his hand. ; or: klaus goes to an alcoholics anonymous meeting. allison and claire wait outside until they don't. (based on a deleted scene from s4)
new fic :) a short deleted-scene inspired fix-it for everyone who (like me) was horrified that they filmed a klaus resolution and then cut it. steve blackman it's on sight.
anyway, here it is :)
the umbrella academy masterlist
five hargreeves
headcanons: being similar to five | shopping with five electric powers reader | reader meets delores soft five | having the same powers as five meeting five through klaus
imagines: own good | unknown | shifts | lovebirds | two stones | five shots deep lucky | promise
diego hargreeves
imagines: trouble | practice makes perfect | matchmaker normal | take care | twist of fate | noble
klaus hargreeves
headcanons: telepath reader | being similar to klaus | dating klaus ghost reader | being best friends |
imagines: easy | maybe |
ben hargreeves
headcanons: being able to see ben | helping you love yourself
allison hargreeves
imagines: date night |
Lovely Winter
Five Hargreeves x Reader
WARNINGS: weapons/mentions of guns, missing someone, minor language
A/N: hey! Happy holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this season and all the festivities it has to offer. This fic was really fun to write and I'm really happy with the way it came out! I don't know a whole lot about weaponry so i apologize if i got anything incorrect! hope you enjoy!
P.s. in this story you and five are in your early to mid 20's
Requested by: @021309oz
Prompt:
6. No, don't cry, i hate it when you cry.
10. Please, don't leave me alone.
(Not my gif)
It was another gloomy, winter day at the commission, things were dull as you sat at your desk checking inventory as snow drifted from the sky outside your window. Being weapons corridnator wasn't your favorite thing but it got you through your day and some of the people and jobs they worked were interesting.
Knock, Knock.
You looked up to see the figure leaning against the door frame and couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth.
"Hargreeves."
"(L/n)"
You stood from your desk to greet the man. He reached out for a handshake but you wrapped him in a hug instead. He stiffened for a moment but relaxed and wrapped his arms around you too.
"I'm guessing your not just here to visit?" You asked as you pulled away from the embrace. You knew the look on his face all too well, his eyes were dull and his eyebrows furrowed. You're smile drooped as he simply shook his head and sighed.
"No, i was given a job in 1920. Not sure how long I'll be gone." He grumbled. You knew He didn't want to leave, but nobody disobeyed the commission without paying the price. And if there head assassin rebelled? Well, they'd both pay dearly.
"And this close to the holidays..." you mumbled. The two of you had planned to spend the holidays together, even if it still meant working atleast you wouldn't have to worry about him but now those plans were ruined.
"I know, I'm sorry." Five sighed again.
You took a deep breath and wiped a hand over your face, catching a few rebellious tears. Normally you weren't very emotional but your frustrations from the past month of Five working back to back missions had stressed you out like crazy and this was the boiling point.
You knew Five would come back safe every time but you couldn't stand the thoughts and doubts burning in the back of your head. "Shit.." you cursed with a sad excuse for a laugh as you wiped your eyes again. You didn't like that you were getting so emotional over such a small conflict.
"No, don't cry, i hate it when you cry."
Five frowned and moved to wrap you in another embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso and let a few more tears. Fall. A sniffle or two followed the crying. "I-i'm sorry..i just.." you stammered,
"Please, don't leave me alone."
"I won't i promise. I'd never leave you y/n." Five assured as he set his chin on top of your head and hugged you tighter. Silently you wished he'd say something else but you knew he wouldn't. You were friends and that's how things needed to stay.
What you didn't know about was Five's longing deep down to hold you like this and never let go. You were probably the realest person he knew at this time and he was very grateful to have you.
Five sighed after a minute or two and pulled away from the hug, using his thumbs to wipe away anymore tears and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. "Be back soon." You said with a small, sad smile. "I'll be back before you know it." He replied with a small smirk.
"Well, i guess i should get out the usual for this one?" You asked him with a small sigh, referring to the sniper rifle he usually used on missions. "You know me so well." Five replied, the smirk on his face getting a little wider. You shook your head and moved behind the counter to grab the weapon before coming back and handing it to him.
"Now get to costuming before Wendy throws a fit." You shooed with a wave of your hand. Five gave a playful scoff before turning to leave. He paused a moment, as if contemplating something before turning around again and walking back towards you.
"Y/n?" He asked.
"Yea-mph!" You were cut off by Five connecting his lips with yours. Your eyes widening as far as they could by the surprise and your body stiffened. It took only miliseconds before you relaxed and melted into the kiss, kissing him back. It was soft and gentle, but only lasted a few moments before he pulled away.
"I love you." He said, scanning your features for any sign of rejection. Of course he found none as a wide smile appeared on your face as you looked back at him.
"I love you too."
--
It's been a few days since Five had confessed his love for you and you the same for him. Of course he had still gone on his mission and you felt lonely without him, even more so now that things were official between the two of you.
The snow had fallen and covered the ground outside and you bundled youself up in your office with a nice sweater to keep you warm along with your usual attire.
Once again as was weekly rutine you checked the inventory of all the weapons. Counting how many were out on rental and which ones were due to return soon. There were a special few kept in their own cabinet that were only used by specific assassins, Five's sniper included.
But now that spot was empty and you couldn't help the small frown that formed as throughts lingered in your head of when he'd come home. Well, as home as the commission was anyway.
You finished checking everything before moving to the return slots in which a few pistols laid in wait to be out back in their place on the racks. Picking them up you turned to your work desk and began disassembling, cleaning, and sanitizing them. One by one each was cleaned and any extra rounds were taken out, cleaned and put back along with new ones to fill any empty bullet slots.
When you finished that and the pistols were put away you returned to your desk and sat down for what felt like the first time all day. Things had been very busy recently as many members of the commission returned from their missions quickly in order to take a break for the holidays.
Five wasn't going to be one of them and you knew that for a fact, he'd stay where he needed as long as he needed in order to get the job done right and as cleanly as possible.
You rubbed your hands down your face as you tried to get the fatigue out of your system in order to continue working. Multiple returns and check outs at once meant long hours and little break time which also meant little sleep and it was starting to take it's toll.
You only meant to close your eyes for a minute or two to give them a break but just like that you were out and your head dropped down to rest ontop of your arms.
Whoops.
--
Although it felt like a few minutes it had actually been a few hours before you were gently nudged awake by someone. Your eyes slowly opened and upon realizing you had fallen asleep you shot upright so fast you didn't realize the close proximity of the person and accidentally bumped heads with them.
You both hissed in momentary pain while grabbing your foreheads. You didn't recognize the person till they spoke,
"Jeez y/n that hurt."
You recognized that voice immediately.
Five.
You couldn't help but gasp as you stood and rounded your desk to envelope the man in a tight hug. "Did you miss me? I wasn't even gone that long." Five chuckled as he returned the hug. "You're not aloud to leave till New Years." You mumbled into his blazer as you took in his scent.
You were happy to have him back safe and sound like always.
"We'll see." Five said, you could almost hear the smirk on his face. Pulling away from his chest you leaned up to give him a short but sweet kiss on the lips.
"I mean it." You huffed after pulling away from him.
"Maybe we'll just have to runaway." Five said with while quirking a brow.
"If it's with you, I'd go anywhere." You replied with a smile.
And the plan was soon set to take the two of you home to Five's world and get out of this life of organized crime.
Then, the two of you could be happy in peace.
Night Terrors
Five Hargreeves x Reader
Warnings: none...?
A/n: this request was quite fun to make! I hope this is what you were thinking about while requesting, if not i apologize. I wrote this more around Five with the reader comforting him because i mean he was stuck in a wasteland for 45+ years. He definetly has truama/ptsd of some kind which probably comes with attacks or night terrors (hence the reason he hates sleeping). Also I apologize for this not being very long, it's more so short, sweet, and fluffy.
Requested by: @five-manchild-hargreeves
Prompt: 12 and 13 with five maybe?
12. "I heard you scream. Nightmares again?"
13. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe."
(Not my gif)
It hurt.
The unbearable heat and the acidic ash pouring into his lungs and caking everything and around him.
He couldn't breathe.
The low rumble of another building falling to rubble in the distance. There was no way he was back here. Or maybe he hadn't left? No, it couldn't be real. He didn't dare open his eyes.
He didn't want to see the corpses of his dead family.
He didn't want to see the burning city.
He didn't want to see the wasteland he had tried so hard to forget.
"No..no,no,no,no." He murmered as he tried to wake up, the ash seeming to muffle his senses and thoughts as he struggled to comprehend what was going on.
His chest felt tight and he wanted to cough as he clutched at the sleeves of his dirty blazer, his breaths ragged. He cried out in hopes it would all go away.
It wasn't real, he had to wake up.
"Five."
A voice. It was muffled and faint but he heard it.
"Five.."
There it was again, louder and much cleaer this time.
"Five!"
Five's eyes shot open as he sat up in bed. He took a few deep breaths and raked his hands through his hair as his eyes darted around the room before landing on his partner. "Y-y/n?" He stuttered. He could see the concern and worry in their eyes as he took in another breath to try and calm down though it wasn't very helpful.
"I heard you scream. Nightmares again?" They asked, also sitting up and placing one of their hands over his own and gently laced their fingers together. The touch was comforting but his breathing was still erratic.
"Hey, just look at me. Breathe." They murmered, tilting their head to get a better look at him. Five sighed, trying his best to steady his breathing as he looked into his partner's eyes. "I...i didn't wake you did i?" He asked after his breathing had calmed down.
"Not exactly, i was just about to though." They replied with a small shrug and a shake of their head. A book lay forgotten beside them showing they hadn't gone to sleep when he did. "Sorry." Five mumbled as he looked down at their hands.
"It's okay Five. Are you feeling any better?" They asked, tone raising into the question. "Yes, maybe, better. I'm better, yes." Five stammered with a small nod and he gave his partner's hand a small squeeze. "That's good." They replied with a small hum.
"Do..you wanna talk about your nightmare?" They asked after a moment of silence. Another short silence occured before Five slowly shook his head yes. "I...i was back in the apocalypse.." he said slowly, "it..it just hurt. The ash and smoke, i couldn't open my eyes." He explained further.
Y/n gave his hand a small squeeze as he spoke to assuree him she was listening. "It was hot, and i felt alone...a-and scared out of my mind." Five hated to admit he had been scared. He didn't like being so vulnerabke either even if it was with his partner.
"After a bit i heard your voice saying my name and then i woke up." He finished. The explanation was short but so had the nughtmare been. Y/n thought for a moment before responding.
"Well, it wouldn't be uncommon for you to experience flashbacks like that. But all that matters is that it's not real and you're alive and safe." They spoke softly with another gentle squeeze of her hand on Five's. "But it felt real." Five replied, looking up to meet his partner's gaze.
"All dreams do, until you wake up that is. Then they slowly trickle back into your imagination and are forgotten. Though i suppose that's different in your case." Y/n replied, trying their best to understand everthing. Five simply nodded in return.
The couple talked a for a little more before deciding it was time to go back to sleep. They layed down and themselves in eachothers arms. Five nestled into the crook of Y/n's neck as they gently played with his hair. The feeling helped lull him to sleep and thankfully there were no more nightmares that night.
Alright I’m thinking main character badass bitch who has wanda powers is one of the 43 children and is hired by the commission
her background?
A widow from the red room yeah that’s right black widow shit who meets five at the commission they are assigned as partners they’re both lone wolves so they hate that they have to work together
bam!
enemies to lovers
Oh do I hear weeding bells?
Yeah baby badass married couple save the world together
Would y’all read that shit cuz I wanna write it
Alright I love that five doesn’t have a “normal” name because I also see five as a name and not ranking but if he were to have a name I feel like one of thes would fit him so let’s VOTE
Weston, Royce, Spencer, Finn, Ronan,
Five: Looks at you across the room in disappointment
Chapters: 1/8 Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dave/Klaus Hargreeves Characters: Dave (Umbrella Academy), Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Eudora Patch, Ben Hargreeves Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, not really angst just.. it’s Klaus and he’s sad a lot.. you get it Series: Part 2 of Who You Gonna Call Summary:
Take my whole life too..
Partner Fic to Who You Gonna Call..? In which Klaus and Dave find fleeting moments away from Diego, and wind up falling for each other.
Я надеюсь, кто-нибудь читает😁
The Fifth Musketeer ~ Five Hargreeves x reader
Gif not mine
Word count: 2,356
Warnings: Spoiler alert!; It’s supposed to be a happy ending so in this story the Handler dies, the briefcases can’t be fixed and the apocalypse is prevented without any explosions.
Summary: When Five returns to the Commission after his deal with the Handler he meets the reader who hates working there as much as he does.
The constant clicking and the occasional dinging of typewriters filled the small office room. Except for one all the desks were occupied by dedicated employees. All of them busy tapping away at the typewriters keys. Unlike them, I didn’t try to get as much work done as possible. Unlike them, I didn’t enjoy working at ‘The Commission’. I despised working here, telling the agents what their next mission was. More often than not I was ordering someone’s ‘correction’, as they liked to call it. Then again, I understood that the job was important.
I looked at the simple silver watch around my wrist – another hour until the break when I could finally escape this horrid place with the help of my new book ‘The Three Musketeers’. I just loved how the four main characters fought for what they believed in, willing to sacrifice everything if it secured the life of those important to them. The black ink on the slightly yellow pages was the only thing keeping me from going insane because of this work.
Outside on the hallway I could hear the frantic footsteps of employees, but one pair of footsteps stood out. They were confident. A woman wearing heels. And they were headed straight towards our door. I knew these footsteps oh so well. Most of the employees were scared of her especially after hearing of her ruthless work as an agent. The Handler. And just as I predicted the blonde woman appeared in the door frame, beside her a young man.
His dark brown hair was styled perfectly only a few strands hung into his forehead. He wasn’t smiling like newcomers usually did. A navy blue school uniform hung from his slender frame. Both of his hands were leisurely in his trouser pockets. He slowly and carefully looked around the room. When his gaze landed on me I inhaled sharply. His bright grey eyes were filled with such an intensity as well as mystery. The approximately 20 year old man oozed effortless beauty. I took in his appearance. He seemed so much more mature than any of the men or rather boys that I ever dated.
“Everybody, this is Number Five. I am sure you have all heard of him”, the cold voice of the Handler introduced him as she lead him to the only vacant desk. Number Five?! He was one of the most famous agents that the Commission had ever employed. Everyone knew his name. He was the best of the best. He was like the Kanye West of the time-travelling world. I had always envisioned him to be a lot older, but I wasn’t disappointed by this pleasant surprise as he was very easy on the eyes.
As soon as the Handler left I turned back to focus on the file in front of me. During the hour until break everyone tried to suck up to Five especially Dot who was sitting behind him. I almost had to laugh out loud at how hard she tried and how easily she was ignored.
When it was finally time for the break I quickly gathered my things and headed for the cafeteria. I grabbed some food and sat down at my usual table opening up my book. That break I continuously glanced up from the story to see if Five had arrived – I wondered where he would sit – but to no avail, he didn’t show up. Neither did he the days afterwards.
The first time I saw him during break time was almost a week after he had been introduced to us by the Handler. He walked in and picked up a tray of food. His stride was filled with confidence. He ignored the calls of our coworkers offering him to sit with them and headed straight towards the table only I was sitting at. I greeted him with a smile before continuing with my book.
“What’s the book about?” It took a while for me to realize that Five had been talking to me as I had expected him to ignore me as he did with the others. “What?... oh... um. It’s about these four soldiers in France in the 17th century. They are part of the king’s guard and they would do anything for their king and queen. The book is mostly about how they save the royal family especially the queen from the Cardinal’s plans.” After I had given him a brief summary both of us fell back to silence while eating.
Then a question popped into my mind. A rumour I had heard. After gathering all my courage I shyly spoke up again. “How come you’re back here? I thought you had left the Commission.” Five looked up at me with a calculated look before he replied: “Certain circumstances demanded my presence here.” I had no idea what he was talking about which was most likely his intention.
“Oh... if I ever had the chance to leave I would leave for good no matter what.” “Why?”, Five asked me curiously. “I just hate working here, especially with the Handler as my boss.” “Why? What’s the deal with the Handler? I know she’s a horrible woman but the others don’t seem to have a problem with her either.” His question made me sigh. “A few years ago there was a confrontation between me and her. I wanted to leave. She wanted me to stay. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for me.”
Silence befell us again until the young man sitting across from me raised his voice again. “And what would you do if you didn’t work here anymore?” That was a good question. My plan always was to leave this place and settle down somewhere else but what exactly I would do I had no concrete ideas. I was lost in thought, going through all the possibilities. The thought of the things I could do put a smile on my face. In turn this made the corners of Five’s mouth slightly tilt upward which seemed like something he didn’t do too often.
“Ah, well... maybe I would open up a secondhand bookstore... Oh! I could have an integrated coffee and lounge area!”, my eyes lit up in joy at this idea, “maybe I would finally meet someone and start a family.” Thinking of my future with a man I couldn’t stop myself from picturing Five as that man.
Five sitting across from me at a small Italian restaurant laughing at me for getting tomato sauce onto my nose – our first date. Five standing in the kitchen cooking something while I tiredly sat on the chesterfield in the living room watching him – our first night of living together. Five comfortingly looking at me as I nervously ran my hands over my dress before walking down the aisle – our wedding day. Five running after a little girl with dark brown pigtails, gently throwing her up into the air as soon as he caught up with her and catching her again – our first child.
Suddenly I awoke from my daydream and blushed furiously as I noticed that Five was looking at me. “What would you do?”, I asked him. “Dunno”, he answered before turning back to his food. We finished eating in silence.
It was a few days after my talk with Five. I was on the way to our office room from a meeting. I was lost in thoughts until I walked past the tube room and heard a familiar voice. It was Five. He was talking to someone. Then there was a thumping noise like something had fallen to the floor. I carried on on my way. He was probably just talking to Gloria.
Suddenly Five came running out of the room. As soon as he saw me he grabbed my arm pulling me with him. “Quick! Come with me!” What was going on? What was so urgent he had to pull me with him?
Suddenly there was a loud explosion behind us. It shook the floor and walls causing clouds of dust to fill the hallway and me to stumble. As I threatened to fall Five quickly grabbed my waist with his free arm keeping me upright.
“What was that?! Where are we going?”, I asked my companion, my voice filled with shock and fear. “I can’t tell you now. Later. We just have to get going. Get out of here”, he rushed. “Why? What did you do?” This made him stop in his tracks and turn around to me. His face was completely serious as he asked me: “Do you trust me?” I thought about it. If I was honest with myself, I actually didn’t know him. I knew nothing about him about him but still I found myself trusting him with all that I had – with my life if it had to be – and so I nodded. He seemed relieved at my answer like he had held his breath while I contemplated. “Then just do as I say, OK? ”, Five asked of me and I nodded again.
After taking a lot of unknown hallways and occasionally hiding behind a closed door we arrived in the briefcase maintenance room with a clear view of the storage area for functioning briefcases. Five turned towards me whispering: “Wait here. Be ready to run as soon as I’m back. Do you understand me?” Then he disappeared with a spacial jump before I could even answer properly.
Now I saw him in the storage area. He grabbed one of the black briefcases before dropping something I couldn’t quite see. With a blue flash Five stood in front of me again. The two of us immediately ran. Behind us I heard another explosion. We ran and ran until we reached a secluded hallway. Here Five took my hand in his, gave me a comforting look and opened the briefcase.
The next thing I saw was an old living room with antiquities covering every free space. Standing right in front of us were a handful of people, all around 30 years old, staring at us full of surprise. Five let go of my hand and grabbed the coffee-to-go cup from the curly haired woman’s hand. Then he emptied it in one go throwing the cup over his shoulder.
“Where did you come from? And who is the girl?”, inquired a tall and muscular, blonde man. “I was at work. And this is my coworker (Y/n). (Y/n) these are my siblings”, Five replied nonchalantly, “So, where are we at with the apocalypse? Any new ideas?” The four young people looked at each other embarrassed. “Well... um... we were kinda giving up.” “Of course you were. Well, at least someone did their work”, Five replied sarcastically, “I figured out who causes the apocalypse.” “Who?”, his four siblings cried out in unison. “Harold Jenkins.”
I had tried to help the Hargreeves siblings as much as I could but without any powers I wasn’t the most useful. In the mean time we had figured out that actually Vanya would cause the apocalypse. We were at the theatre trying to stop her. To our luck Allison was able to stop her sister from hurting anyone. When Allison fired the gun Vanya fell to the floor unconscious.
Immediately the weight of the world fell from our shoulders and all of us were flooded with relief. I was so happy that everything had went so well that I couldn’t stop myself from hugging Five, my arms around his neck, a huge smile on my face. To my surprise Five hugged back tightly instead of pushing me away.
Suddenly we were torn out of our embrace when Luther cleared his throat. Everyone was staring at us which made us jump away from each other blushing furiously. “What should we do with Vanya?”, Luther asked his seemingly younger brother. We settled on taking her with us to the Academy where Grace could take care of her.
The six of us celebrated our success with a few drinks in the living room. I enjoyed spending time with the Hargreeves siblings, especially now with all the stress of the last few days gone. It almost felt like I was a part of their family. I was sitting on the couch next to Klaus laughing about one of his comments. I hadn’t been this happy and carefree for a long time and I enjoyed it.
Just as I finished my drink I looked up and saw Five looking at me, silently gesturing me to follow him out to the hallway. “I’ll be right back”, I told Klaus while setting my glass down on a side table. Klaus wiggled his eyebrows knowingly. “Stop that!”, I had to laugh as I left the room.
Five was leaning against one of the pillars waiting for me. As I walked over to him he straightened up. He seemed a little unsure of him self, which was surprising to me. I stopped in front of him wondering why he wanted me to come with him. He loosened his tie and gulped nervously.
“What happened back at the theatre, I... I would never have done that with anyone but you. And... um... I... I’ve been having these... these feelings for you for.... a while now. And... um... I...”, Five stammered out.
I had never seen Five as nervous as this. He never stuttered. For the past few days that I had known him he always was confident and sure of himself. I knew where this conversation was going and so I decided to make it a little easier for him by interrupting his stammering with a kiss.
At first Five was surprised and a little shocked but then he started to kiss back shyly. “I like you too and I would love to be your girlfriend”, I answered his silent question when we broke apart in need of air. Right then we heard wolf whistling and as we looked up we saw Klaus standing in the door frame.
“Shut up, Klaus!”, Five replied, back to his normal confident and sarcastic self before he turned back and kissed me passionately.
Not me "spoilering" myself for "The Umbrella Academy- season 3" because I needed to know if Klaus Hargreeves is dying or not. I cannot watch another one of my all time favorite comfort characters dying in front of my eyes! I am mentally not stable enough rn!!!