#request xoox

[moonslaura]

all my friends were vampires  —

tldr: Umbrella Academy with a heist angle that has sort of devolved into a Count of Monte Cristo (the Italian Job, if u will) situation.

please note that below the cut involves content regarding adoption. 

PROLOGUE: Aging thieves seldom leave a legacy. At least, they don’t if they’re any good at what they do. No fingerprints, no family.

But he collects the Seven like trophies over the years - this one from Iowa, that one from Louisiana, and another plucked from the shores of the Pacific Northwest. Their origin stories are forgettable, sometimes mercifully so. At home maybe they were just another mouth to feed, but with him they had potential to eclipse the ordinary lives they would have otherwise led.

They are all tasked with the same challenge: flourish or wither. They all chose the former. 

The Seven learn the rules like a crooked scripture: honor thy father but remember there is no honor among thieves. 

The Penderghast kids were not raised to be upstanding but they were brought up to be professionals. They didn’t receive a pearl necklace for their sweet sixteens, they stole it as a right of passage. It was not a conventional upbringing, or perhaps a particularly well-adjusted one. But Papa breaks it down into simple choices: black or white, sink or swim. Valor is for the storybooks — here you were either quick or you were dead.

ONE YEAR AGO: A job goes wrong. A sibling vanishes, figuratively and literally. He’d forgotten the first rule of the family: there is no honor among thieves.