"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘,𝑌/𝑛." Y/n, mostly known as "The Actress", is a special assassin working under the Time Commission since she remembers. Why would she be special? Because she's only sent into very specific assassination jobs, where she is required to put on an act and manipulate her targets to extract information, and then, eventually, their lives. However, the woman with a perfect reputation faces a twist in her emotionless life when she's assigned to the mission of killing Five Hargreeves, the former best assassin of the company who betrayed his superiors and fled into another timeline in hope to save his family from the apocalypse of 2019. The woman, now in a girl's body, has to deal with overwhelming new feelings she desperaly wants to get rid of, and discovers things about herself that she preferred keeping away from her mind. WARNING! This story contains descriptions and mentions of violence, death and other possibly triggering matters. - I am NOT the creator or owner of The Umbrella Academy Series or any of it's characters, except for Y/n and non-canonical characters.

"Look at her! She's just a witch in disguise!" Number Eight : The Witch Full name : (Y/n) Hargreeves Pronouns: She/Her Powers : Controlling the four elements Adopted along with seven other children by Reginald Hargreeves, she grew up going on missions and saving the world. It wasn't until a mission gone wrong affects her aging, just months after her best friend disappears. In 2019, her father is dead and the family is back together again. And this time, the whole family comes back, including an old friend. SEASON 1: (in progress) SEASON 2: (yet to be started) SEASON 3: (yet to be started)

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"

Five just had to travel to the future didn't he? And you had to get sucked in with him didn't you? And you had to be jealous of a mannequin? Didn't You? I do not own the characters or anything else trademarked by a larger company. I also did not draw the picture depicted on the cover.