#tua rewrite

[starkleila]

7 years Together (Five x reader)

Summary: Five and you are stuck in the subway for 7 years and he is not sure he can let go the peace you both finally found (Hargreeves!Reader insert, 4x05 rewrite)

Is a one shot that exists in the same universe that i called ‘timeline 1’

Disclaimer:

angst and fluff, i know is out of character for our real five, i wanted to put a bit of angst from canon but also show that was desperation and that he never would betray his family. I dont know if makes sense though

Notes:

Sorry for the grammatical errors. I’m currently in a writer block. Thank you for reading. do not translate or appropriate my work. Comments and kudos highly appreciated :)

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Part of Timeline 1: Right where you left me

Five Hargreaves in ‘Other characters master list’

Subway after subway train after train. Rat after rat , timeline after timeline. 6 yeas and half and you still were stuck down there, at least you were together this time you kept on repeating to yourself. The thought of being separated again had haunted you.

After missing five for 13 years, to have him back for a week, then be stuck in the 60s without him again, then fighting two apocalypse, you had finally six years of peace in this new timeline. Which had been fucking amazing, you deserved them, you both did, you built a life, a home. But as eveything good it didn’t last long. And when Viktor had been kidnapped fear raised into you, and you had to admit not for the end of the world but to be separated again from five. You had just got him back, you finally had build the life you deserved , stable, normal, you had plans for the future and did not want to loose it again.

You know you two could not give up, that you had to go back to your siblings to save the world, or it would all have been for nothing. Initially determination drove you, you two were focused on going back.

Still it wasn’t easy. Some timelines were ok in others it was a miracle that you were alive. As years started piling up desperation grew. Five was used to destruction due to the apocalypse but you no, you craved your bed, you craved a shower and five craved to drink his coffee next to you in your shared kitchen like every day of the last 6 years. He wanted back the life he had built with you after decades of longing.

At least we are together this time

You two kept on repeating, that made it bearable, you shared kisses and much more even in the filth of the subway, you held each others as you cried or when you were hurt. You held him as he had a panic attack seeing his apocalypse timeline. He held you when you cried of exhaustion. you even smiled sometimes as you played silly games or shared tender moments.Being together made you both held up for more than six years

Then you found a timeline that changed everything. A comfortable house with a greenhouse in the woods, it looked like a fairytale a secret escape, the dream you had for both of you when you were kids. Your eyes lighted up at it and five noticed it.

Doubts started to rise in him. Six years and you were still stuck. He had got 6 beautiful years with you finally of a normal life after all the pain of the apocalypse and commission, and then he had spent the same amount of time with you stuck in the subway. At least you were together as he had craved for decades but still he wanted to give you a normal peaceful life, the one he had promised you when you were still kids.

He could, he just had to give up momentarily on his quest to save the world

-.-.-..

You and five were seated in front of the train cooking two rats, your head rested on his shoulder as your turned the rats on the fire like a kebab

‘I can’t stand to eat rats anymore’ he told you with a sigh

‘If you add a bit of orange they are not that bad’ you reply trying to chear him up, he smiles at you, how could he not, still the love he has for you will not automatically make the disastrous situation you are in better

‘Do you know how long we have been here?’ He asks you, you tense

‘ i rather not think about it’ you reply, turning the rat in silence

‘We have been here for 6 years and five months’ he adds with a sigh

‘hey’ you tell him letting go the rat to cup his face and look at him in the eyes ‘We will get out’, you tell him doing your best to believe it, he cups your hands that are resting on his face and looks at you with sad eyes

‘If the timelines don’t kill us before, we have been luckily to have gotten out of some’ he tells you, you let him go, you don't have the strength to argue. This doesn’t sound like him, like the five you love. He looks so tired so defeated, it hurts you to see him this way

‘What would you have us do uhm?’ You question

‘The green house seemed pleasant enough, no secret police no bombs, a nice garden a nice house’ he says taking your hand in his, you are afraid to hear were this is going ‘We could settle down there for a bit’ he says squeezing your hand in his as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

You wish you could, that is all that you ever wanted, to be with him in a nice house, to live quietly, to leave the umbrella academy behind. To maybe even start a family with him, like Diego and Lila had done. You thought you could have that in the current timeline you had found yourself no powers, no apocalypse, you and him as you had promised to each others years back before his disappearing. Still it was only a dream. The only way out was to go back save the world and then settle down, you couldn’t if you gave up now, the timeline would get destroyed and you all, including your family would die.

‘Give up. This is what you are proposing. Leaving our family and dooming the world’ you tell him with a sigh. You understood that he was tired he lived all his life trying to go back to his family and save the world, and he got only six years of peace before all fell down. It’s his turn to take your face in his hands, cupping it lovingly to look at you in the eyes

’Not give up, take a break, sleep in a proper bed, take a shower, eating some vitamins. And then we come back to try to find a way back home’ he tells you almost pleading. You crave nothing more than some normality with him, but you fear that if you taste it again you will not have the courage to leave it behind .

‘I’m tired, you are tired, we deserve this, after all we have been through’ he pleads with a small smile and you finally give in

‘Just a few days okay? And then we go home’ you tell him, he nods before kissing you

-.-.-.

You two had settled in the house, finally clean and with fresh clothes. The greenhouse was magic, and it felt almost like a fairy tale. You spent the days taking care of the fruits, hunting for food and working on equations and theories to go back. You spent the nights cooking together, dancing without music as the vinyl player was broken, and holding each others in a comfortable bed finally. Five seemed relaxed and you had a glimpse of your life back, he had even dropped the suits, which he could not find here, for jeans and shirts. You two were happy you really were, and days turned into weeks.

-.-.-.

You were watering the strawberries , five leaned on the door looking at you lovingly and with a smirk full of mischief that you matched. He then joined you in watering the plants. You two worked in silence exchanging looks, you seemed like teenagers again (when you two were actually teenagers) before time traveling had screwed everything up

You threw some strawberry at him as he tried to hide his smile, you continued laughing, before he caught one and ate it just to piss you off

‘If you keep this up we will have no strawberries left when the snow hits’ he told you turning towards you and putting down the jug of water

‘So we wIll eat snow’ you chuckled as you mimicked his movements and got near to him.

you tripped and fell in his arms, he picked you up before you could fall.

you smiled at each others as he kissed you, you kissed him back smiling as he placed his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. as the kiss grew of intensity five picked you up and placed you on top of the small table at the center of the greenhouse as you could do nothing but smile through the kisses as you started to unbutton his shirt

-.-.-.

You were seating on a chair near the door. You had managed to fix the vinyl player. You had tried for weeks and finally you had fixed it. You could not wait to surprise five

when five came back with the rabbits he had hunt as always he stopped at the door frame before coming in, taking the time to look at you as you tried the record player, a warm smile on his lips

You sensed his presence as your turned towards him ‘Someone did well today’ you said greeting him

‘Thanks to the traps you made. Exceptional’ he complimented you as he placed the rabbit on the side before leaning down to kiss you, you smiled as he pecked you lips. He put a knee down on the floor to keep being at your level cradling one of your hands to kiss it. He then turned his gaze towards the record player

’I fixed it. We can finally have music ’ you state proudly

‘That is amazing’ he replied appreciately, as he tried to hide his growing smile

‘Hey I know that look , speak up’ you told him eying him flirtatiously

‘Okay, i got a surprise too’ he said giving in before taking a little bag from his pocket and giving it to you. Your smile grew at the surprise

‘What is this?’ You ask him taking the bag excited

‘You think i forgot our anniversary? How do we count the years? Yours, mine or the ones we were actually together’ he teases you, although it saddened him as because of the apocalypse had been much less than what he had hoped for

‘Let’s leave the math alone today smart ass’ you tell him to not sadness the moment at the realization of how much time you spent apart. You peck his lips again

‘Looks inside’ he tell you encouraging. You open the bag revealing a beautiful metal bracelet

‘Where did you get this? It’s beautiful five’ you tell him as you put it on

‘I made this’ he replies proudly,

‘What? You are full of surprises’ you tell him clearly touched

‘I aim to please’ he states like a promise and you cant do anything apart than pulling him towards you to kiss again

’Well you are doing hell of a good job honey’ you state pleased. He always had. His heart swells, after the pain he had caused you by disappearing knowing you were happy with him always warmed his heart

He cupped the back of your head as he deepened the kiss before letting you go

‘Want to dance like old times?’ He asks you getting up and giving you his hand

‘Would love to’ you reply as you take his hand before he makes you swing as you giggle

.-.-.

You were sleeping, you were in those moments where you are almost awake but not awake yet. You suddenly felt cold in the bed. You outreached your hand finding the bed empty. Before you could open your eyes the bed dipped next to you as five sat down and with his lips grazed your forehead

‘Good morning’ he told you as he chuckled when you reached for him

‘ where you going?’ You mumbled still half asleep

’To get some strap metal’

‘I'll join You in a minute’ you tell him

‘Okay love’ he replies, kissing your temple again before getting up and smiling at you. All he had ever wished for he finally had it

While he was searching for metal part in the tube he had found the notebook, clearly written by him, clearly the solution to go back. The excitement to have found a way back was soon replaced as he realized that going back meant putting you at risk, meant most likely loosing the normality he had achieved, meant most likely dying in the process to save the world

‘Five?’ You asked as you reach the tube. He quickly hid the notebook in his jacket

‘I’m here love’ he replies as you see him you smile, ‘found something?’ You ask as you help him up from the tracks

‘Nothing’ he replies and strangely you don’t see his lie

‘We should look there’ you tell him pointing towards a direction, you take his hand as he agrees carefully walking to the place you pointed at, his grip on your hand stronger than usual

Just a few more months he thinks then we go back to save our family, the world

-.-.-.

You and five were eating dinner in the green house, all dressed up as if it was a date, you often did so. candles, making the food look decent, wine if you found it, Music playing and holding hands. To have a sense of normality, to do the things you should have done if he never had gotten stuck in the apocalypse

You were chatting, hand in hand over the table as you finished up your meal

‘I have something for you’ you tell him, it had taken a lot of time to find it, but you knew how much he loved and craved coffee. He looks at you curiously as you show him what you were hiding, he puts down his glass of wine before taking the little bottle from your hands

‘I know you said no presents but i know how much you love coffee and although Is instant coffee at least is something’ you tell him, clearly pleased with yourself

‘Thank you’ he tells you as you lean down to kiss him, guilt creepes in. The limit of 6 months he had given himself before going back to save the world had almost been reached. He had to tell you the truth

‘I have something to tell you’ he admits with guilt creeping in, you sense his change in dementor and you grew tense. He takes a little notebook from his bag and shows it to you

You take it and open it and realize immediately what it is, a way home

’You found a way home?’ You ask, happy and sad at the same time at the implications of it. It meant going back, it meant also probably dying, it meant seeying klaus and your siblings again, it meant also probably loosing five

’this… this is the solution. Why did you hide it from me?’ you look at him with betrayal. You two were in this together he always said, no secrets you had promised, and yet here it was a secret, a lie

‘You know why’ he replies with sadness. Going home meant loosing the sort of life you two had build together, it meant most likely loosing your lives

’Since when?’ You ask him as you flip the pages taking in the informations

‘5 months maybe 6’ he admits, you leave the greenhouse, moving back into the house, too many emotions at once, he gets up too chasing after you

‘And why did you hide it from me?’ You ask him with almost desperation

‘I always meant to show it to you, i just wanted to stay here a few more months-’ he tries explaining himself

‘It wasn’t your decision to make, we had to decide that together!’ You shout

‘ You are happy here. I know you are, we both are. I did not want to loose this’ he tells you pleading to understand . He is right and you know it, but you two have always been martyrs first and lovers second.

’We have to go back’ you state coldly as you start to pack your things

’We should talk about this’ he pleads you trying to stop your fidgeting and make you reason

‘there is nothing to talk about. We must go back’ you reply, tears forming in your eyes due to the mixed emotions. You know you had to go back but you loved what you had build with five here, in a way was similar to the six years before where you finally had a quiet life

‘To what? Another apocalypse another broken timeline? We deserve this y/n, we have been separate for years and then for what To finally find each others again and having to face our fourth apocalypse ?’ He replies with frustration. You know you are right, but he wanted to be selfish for once

’But our siblings, we need to save them five! We can’t forget about them, they are our responsibility, you know that without us they are doomed. The catharsis could already been happening, who knows how much time there is left’ you shout back

‘Don’t you think i dont know it? I spent 45 years trying to save you all from the apocalypse. Don’t you think i know what we have to do? I know that we have to go back, i just wanted to have more time with you. We don’t know what we are going back to, it could all be gone’ He tells you, tears stream down your face because that is what you also craved too

‘at least here we have each others. I waited too long for us , we have a chance here, at the life we should have had, at the life i had promised you . Here we have a life, a life we did not get outside. I wanted to be selfish, just for a bit. To enjoy what it was taken away from me, what we deserved after all our efforts’ he is now voice low, almost pleading. You are silent as tears stream down, he takes your hands and you let him . Moments pass in silence as you let it all sink in

‘And when the timelines get destroyed then what five? we die here without have even tried to save the world and get no future at all’ you ask him, he lets your hands go. He was sure he had convinced you

His frustration is rising at your lack of understanding of his reasons. He knew what he had to do, but if time was different here then in the timeline why not enjoy what time he could get with you before going back . If years had been hours, why not take all the time he could?

‘Did it ever crossed your mind that we might fail again? that we go back and die anyhow? Or that did not cross your mind?’ He asks you, his condescending attitude surfacing

‘Don’t you think I’m afraid too? Don’t you think I want to stay here with you? That this, this weirdly had been the happiest i have been since the last 30 years?’ You ask him as irritation rises in you too

‘Then why not stay longer? And then we go back and do what we have to do’ he asks you, his voice is high but his eyes are pleading. You sigh

‘Because staying means betraying our family, and your own self, because it does not matter how tired you are, you know that you would never forgive yourself for giving up. This is not you talking, this is your desperation’ you explain now voice calm, that makes his irritation rise again

‘Sorry if i have a breaking point, sorry if after decades of nightmares in the literal end of the world i want to be with you, to have a quiet life, sorry if for once i wanted something for myself!’ He shouts

’I know five, but this, this is not real. if we go back and we solve the timeline we have a chance of a normal life that we had before getting stuck here. Where everyone is safe. And i know that you know it too’ you tell him cupping his cheek, he lets you

‘ I am just so tired y/n. I cant loose you again. I just got you back’ he sighs, closing his eyes and leaning in your touch

‘I know, i know, but we have to do this. If Everything goes to hell we come back here. Okay?’ You ask him giving him a weak smile

‘Okay’ he replies giving in, this is the right thing to do, this is what his younger self would have done and would kick him now for even considering not to try save his family

You hug him and he hugs you back desperately. Body against body you two hold on each other tightly. He takes his time to commit this to his memory, looking around the house he had build a quiet life in the last few months. The sensation of you in his arms.

‘I love you’ he tells you, holding you tighter ‘so much’ he adds, you move your head from his shoulder to look at him in the eyes

‘Me too five, i love you too. And we will have the life we deserve, i promise you’ you reply, he just nods before kissing you. Hopefully not for the last time

Part of Timeline 1: We could have had it all in Five Hargreaves in ‘Other characters master list’

© Starkleila 2024

[number-8-thewriter]

People want to know whatever the fuck Christopher is but seem to forget about our fishy friend

Atlas Jericho Carmichael.

I love him just for the fact that he just exists with no other context. Like, yeah, wdym? That’s the head of the commission. He’s a robot and talking fish. Your boss isn’t a talking fish?

I wish we had more with this guy becuase I actually enjoyed him and think he was an awesome character design just for the weirdness of the world they’re in.

And before you say pogo exists and is indeed a talking ape, he was explained to be a science experiment by Reginald, an alien. So I give him leeway.

[nightmareb1tch]

Idea: Season 3 but the whole plot is that the Sparrows somehow kidnapped Klaus while Marcus was still around and got attached to him after a while. Since Klaus seems to be one of the only Hargreeves with emotional intelligence, the Sparrows start to develop a sort of Lima syndrome (not that Ben ever admits it). The main conflict happens when one of the Sparrows calls the Brellies and basically says "Yeah, he's OUR emotional support sibling now, bye" and the fight is just an extended argument between the Brellies and Sparrows over who gets to keep Klaus, and poor Lila somehow gets caught in the crossfire.

[kore-of-the-underworld]

the worst part of the whole five/Lila thing is that I could see five falling in love he clearly wants it, whether that is romantic or platonic I just hate that it was with lila.

 It was so sad to hear Lila say he was just a distraction. Imagine hearing that when all you wanted your whole life was to appreciated and cared for, but you were deprived of it for 70 years. Seeing how head over heels he falls over Lila actually makes me sad, with the interpretation that he doesn't actually love her like that, but the idea of her. The same way he loved Dolores. It seems more like at trauma response than out of true love. Which is just so sad to think about; he never could feel love for someone who didn't go through such immense trauma because he grew up in the wastelands of the apocalypse—that is what is familiar to him. Anything else felt off to him. Imagine living 40 years in a barren wasteland with NO people and what that does to you. There is no way Five would be as stable as some of yall thought him to be in s1-s3. He was constantly unraveling, growing more and more exhausted and still being dismissed by his family. He deeply desired some sort of intimate love, a life partner, someone who would choose him every time the way he would for them.

i would have preferred it if they introduced someone else for him that wasn't Lila. like they did with Sloane and Luther. Maybe someone from his time in the CIA after all it has been six years.

[magedoesstuff]

okay i've run out of cast interviews to watch and heal from tua season 4, does anyone have any rewrites that are published yet? (they dont have to be completed just published)

[em04acer]

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?

[palindrome17]

HELP ME RE-WRITE THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON 4!!

Hey guys! If you could, please boot this however you can cause this would help me greatly.

I’m currently re-writing season 4 and I was wondering how to make it better!

What things would you like to see or have explained better and give some ideas. I’d love to incorporate as much as I can! Please comment and I’d love to workshop things.

I do have a general gist of what to include but would love to have an audience feedback.

I do want to give this re-write justice :)

Thank you ❤️

[jxpit3rr]

prologue

Jar of stars masterlist found here

Enjoy :)

She breathed in deep, the smell of popcorn and Cotten candy filling her nostrils. The sounds of children yelling and carnival music filled her ears no matter how much she tried to push it out.

She thought maybe she could get used to it, the constant sounds of her home and workplace. But she was wrong. She could never quite wrap her head around the hustle and bustle of circus life.

“Gwen?” She jumped, sharply releasing the breath she didn’t know she was holding. “You’re on in five.” The woman said softly, disappearing back into the tent.

Guinevere crinkled her nose, kicking a rock as she stood. She adjusted her itchy costume, and popped her sparkly tights back into place. Whoever made such horrible things for performers to wear deserved a special place in hell.

As she scampered back into the tent she could hear the loud, booming voice of the Ringmaster. His words carried far, telling jokes, giving praise to the previous performers and announcing the next one to come.

Guinevere side stepped her fellow performers, mumbling apologies. Not that anyone cared really, they understood the chaos of backstage.

She nervously adjusted her leotard once more. Squishing her hair up and poofing it out. She’d done this so many times, yet her stomach still twisted with anxiety when she stood in front of the slit on the tent, leading to the center, where everyone and their mother sat waiting for her.

“And now, the star of the show…” Gwen swallowed thickly, taking quick short breaths to steady her pounding heart. “Please welcome..” she put on her best smile, closing out any sort of fear from her mind. She could do this, just as she had time and time again. “The one, the only.. Nebula!”

On cue of her stage name, Guinevere threw back the tent flaps. She concentrated on herself and her body, guiding the heat through her veins until it reached her finger tips. Knowing the audience liked dramatics, she tossed her hands in the air one at a time, sending sparks of multicolored fireworks.

Or, at the very least, she made them believe there were fireworks. In reality there weren’t, not real ones anyways. Gwen had been born, or maybe obtained at some point, a gift that made the circus she rode with thrive.

She somehow had the ability to make those around her see things, anything she wanted. From small rainbow butterflies for the children to fireworks shooting from her fingertips. The butterflies were her favorite though, they didn’t require much energy.

The issue with this grand power, was that she didn’t know where it came from, or how long she’d had it. She wasn’t born in the circus, she knew that much. The other performers had said she’d wandered up, lost and confused. The ringmaster took her in, though he was only going to keep her for a day or so before he could put up missing posters.

That was, until he discovered her power.

Gwen performed, counting her steps to the loud scratchy speakers and making the crowd hoot and holler at the things she made appear. She glanced over at the ringmaster, who smiled proudly and clapped. She was a favorite, which was to be expected. She was the only one with this ability, and had saved the ‘Twilight Troupe’ from decline. her group was one of the only circuses not suffering from a decrease in popularity. it wasn't exactly a shock that circuses were becoming a thing of the past, considering the various new forms of entertainment like the television coming out. not to mention the animal rights activists.

when the music finally came to a halt, so did Gwen. despite her panting and exhaustion, she managed a few more sparks from her fingers. the crowd's cheering was loud, nearly overwhelming. it seemed that the people increased at each show. Gwen took her final bow, and quickly exited behind the tent flaps.

she felt tired and drained, the performance had gone on longer than usual. Something that had been happening more lately. whatever the reason, she was done now. she lazily stumbled to her own, much smaller, tent, nodding appreciatively at her fellow performers’ praises. although some still eyed her suspiciously.

when Gwen made it to her temporary sleeping space, she quickly stripped herself of her leotard and tights, once again cursing their creator. with a hard flop she landed on her sleeping bag, the hay underneath not doing much to shield it from the hard, cold ground. even though fatigue made her eyelids and limbs heavy, she couldn't fall asleep. the constant thoughts of her old life, or lack there of, nagged at her.

she couldn't remember anything but the circus. no one had come looking for her, so she assumed she was an orphan, and she was the only one who could perform real magic. She wasn't like Paul and his cheap tricks of pulling rabbits out of his hat or 'sawing' Lisa in half. hers was real.. somehow.

she dramatically flipped on her back with a sigh. she couldn't tell if her head ached from using her gifts, or from thinking too much about her own life. she glanced back at the chest of her costumes, and the calendar that was sat atop of it. February 11th, 1961. a whole year since she's been here.

Guinevere gnawed at her lip. she hoped that maybe one day, someone will come for her. or at the very least, she'll get an explanation on what and how the hell she's the way she is.