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!"

A pyromantic wife and a spacial jumping husband face the dawn of a dead tomorrow; but what did it matter so long as they were hand in bloody hand? As Lena Flores attempted to save the world, it all began to collapse in on them and they began to wonder - is it better to save the world or let it all go up in flames?

On the first day of October 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible. He got eight of them with that one set of twins that maybe came from the same mother but in appearance, they were as different as anyone could be. Number Four and Number Eight...often used as the main subjects of experiments when it came to power. Sir Hargreeves' main focus was however on the young Number Eight which eventually led to the girl disappearing in the storm of her own powers. But what if she somehow comes back after the death of her father? What if she gets reunited with her twin and what if the boy she thought she lost and who she used to have a crush on came back as well with the news of the nearing Apocalypse? Season 1 ✔ Season 2 ✔ Heya, I decided to write this as I am quite obsessed with TUA for some time now and I picked up enough courage to write a fanfic about one of my ideas. I do hope you will like it As I said this is just one of my ideas so there is a possibility I will write another TUA fanfic in the near future. And now a bit of a TRIGGER WARNING this fanfic contains mention of blood and violence and other stuff basically like the serial itself. I don't own anything or anyone just my OC...okay that's about it...enjoy.

"We ask nicely!" "You have a knife." "Very nicely!" - All rights to Creators Love Story Warnings be Damned - SLOW BURN - Hiatus over! Will be posting regularly. Forgive me being a little rusty!

⚠️ On long term hiatus ⚠️▫️"I don't think I'm smarter than you, I know I am." ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ Joanna Cruz. Born the first of October, 1989. She was one of the 43 children born miraculously with no purpose. Except, she does have a purpose. A deadly one in fact. Trained her whole thirteen years of life to kill, she's forced to go into hiding after a tragedy. She then seeks for something regular, normal, ordinary. What she finds isn't so ordinary. The Umbrella Academy. Unique super children that seemed to have abilities like hers. Her missions used to be extract and kill. Now her mission was to befriend one of the children to survive. But what she gets instead is more than just a friendship. Love is complicated. Her life? Even more so.

-"The apocalypse is coming and you're going to go drink tea, this is not the time Ophelia" -"Five...its always tea time"

"Remember you'll always be my partner in crime." Warning: Its cringe, im sorry Number 5 X OC [Season 1 complete, Season 2 in progress] [Ongoing] [Unedited]

No one understood what made this lifeless object special to him. In spite of the fact that the others saw her as the mannequin she is, Five saw her as something else; he saw her as the love of his life. Could he simply not be thinking straight because of the trauma he had experienced or is Dolores really more than just a mannequin? ❦ FIVE HARGREEVES x DOLORES (OC)

Adeline Hargreeves Number Eight The Umbrella Academy [NUMBER FIVE X OC]