The Boy & The Fairy ❊a five hargreeves x oc❊

☂︎ Prologue ☂︎

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

☂︎ Today ☂︎

Our story begins on a stage, a young musician, opens her case and pulls out her violin, beginning to play The Phantom of the Opera. Her figure is only a silhouette in the cool stage lights, passion is radiating off her in waves...

Allow me to take a moment, to introduce you to some of our key players.

☂︎ Number 1 "Luther" ☂︎

An alarm clock blares, waking a large man from his slumber. His hand comes out and smacks the small clock softly, killing its cursed beeping, before he rises slowly, making his way through the narrow halls of his home. He pauses briefly, gently touching the leaves of a small house plant, and watering it, before continuing on. He pulls on his space suit and exits his small home, dropping the garbage bag onto the pile, not too far from his house. Taking a brief walk, towards a small lawn chair, looking out towards the earth, when he receives the news.

☂︎ Number 2 "Diego" ☂︎

Back on Earth, we join a man lurking in the shadows, saving a family from a home invasion. He roughly pulls one of the men into the darkness, breaking his neck, and dropping the body with a heavy thud. Entering the living room, he alerts the rest of the criminals of his presence, fighting them with a skill that must have taken years to learn, throwing knives with incredible accuracy. Taking the masked criminals out, one by one. Collecting his knives, and offering soft words of reassurance to the family he saved, the vigilante comes to a stop in front of the television, in shock at what he hears.

☂︎ Number 3 "Allison" ☂︎

The sound of camera clicks and the flashing lights of Los Angeles is where we find our next star. A woman in floor length maroon gown steps out onto the red carpet, head held high as she greets the press with a soft, almost cocky smile. She relishes the attention she's receiving from them. Her smile grows as compliments are fired at her, stopping to pose for her adoring fans. The once vain questions that were being thrown at her turn into intrusive ones suddenly, asking about her family and her siblings, and what she would be wearing to the funeral before she is whisked away from the carpet by her assistant.

☂︎ Number 4 "Klaus" ☂︎

A pair of long leather-clad legs swing over the side of a bunk bed, and a lanky male comes into view. His eyes were dark from eyeliner and lack of sleep. He wishes words of encouragement, to those he shares his room with before collecting his effects from the front desk. The man behind it, tossed him a shiny gold chip, offering a small see you soon, and stay sober. The tall man winks with a smile, kissing the chip in a mocking manner. The wailing of a siren is heard and we find our number 4 in the back of an ambulance with an oxygen mask on, springing back to life at the shock of the defibrillator panels, releasing an adrenaline-filled whoop of excitement, before glancing up at the small tv in the vehicle, leaning closer, his eyes wide in disbelief.

☂︎ Number 7 "Vanya" ☂︎

We rejoin our violinist on stage, her playing stopping abruptly as the house lights flip on and the stage lights flip off. She stares out at the empty chairs, breathing heavily as her hands still clutch her bow and violin. On her walk home, she pauses in front of a sales window, taking the news in silence.

☂︎ Number 8 "Iris" ☂︎

A young girl about 16, stands in a small kitchen, drinking hot chocolate and humming along to Taylor Swift, while she places some freshly cut cinnamon rolls into a Pyrex baking dish, washes her hands, and covers the soon to be, baked goods in saran wrap, and placing them in the fridge. She flips the kitchen light off, and her fuzzy sock-clad feet, make their way over to the plants on the window sill, her brightly colored fingers trailing over them gently as she conjures water out of the small jar she leaves out to collect rain, allowing the small plants to drink from it. She stands from her slightly crouched position, stretching as he wings give a small flutter, happy to be free from the constraints of her skin when the door opens.

In walks, our number 2, or Diego, Dee as Iris calls him.

"Did you hear?" He questions the younger girl, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No." She says, her wings falling flat against her back at the tone of his voice. "Hear what?" She wonders.

"Dad's dead." The man rips the bandaid off, watching as his little sister's blue-green eyes, begin to shine with tears. He takes a few steps forward, pulling her into his arms, his resting above her shoulder blades, careful not to touch the white and pink extremity's, her own arms winding around his waist as she buries her head in his chest. Diego raises a hand, running his fingers through her soft blonde, pink, and blue hair, in an attempt to offer her comfort.

"I don't know why I'm crying after everything he's done to me..." she whimpers, "but I can't stop it."

"That's okay." his fingers moved through her hair continuously. " I'm here." He whispers, "You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm here. Okay? I'm not going anywhere." The girl nods her head, holding her big brother close to her. The two stay that way until they decide to go to bed.

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Author's note :

Hello, Hello!!

Welcome to my newest story, The Boy and The Fairy, this is going to be a Five Hargreeves X OC fic! 

 As stated before I, unfortunately, don't own The Umbrella Academy, just Iris, and her storylines!

I hope you all enjoy reading the prologue, if you enjoyed it, please check out some of my other stories, I have a Joel Miller fic, and a Fred Weasley fic in the works currently!! 

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See you guys soon!

M☂️