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!"

October 1st 1989. 43 women gave birth to 43 extraordinary children. I was one of those children. 8 of us were adopted by a billionaire named Sir Reginald Hargreeves. He trained us and called is the Umbrella AcademyAcademy. My name is Number Eight. I wasn't given a name so my robotic mother named me Y/N. I had a strange childhood to say the least. But I had moved on. I got my own place and a normal job. However, I got a call from Pogo (our fathers monkey butler) telling me that our father died. This means I have to go back to the Academy and see my siblings again. This will be fun. First story so don't judge me lol. Have fun <3

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That's one badass stapler Started: March 29 2019

❝ would you like to join the umbrella academy as number x? ❞ ❝ x? why x? ❞ ❝ because you can represent any of the numbers at once. ❞ - number five x reader © tua ; gerard way © plots used in this fanfic ; illoveCyndaquill * DISCONTINUED . *

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989 , 43 women around the world give birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of the woman had been pregnant when the day first began. sir Reginald Hargreaves and his friend Mary Ryder Eccentric billionaire and Adventures resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible. Each got seven. I do not own The Umbrella Academy. I do not own The characters except my characters. The Crystal Academy and the characters in it belong to me. I also own my story plot so please dont copy. This is based off the Netflix series.

Y/N Hargreeves was one of the 43 babies all mysteriously born on the same day. She is known as Number 8 to the public and is part of the Umbrella Academy. Y/N's powers are invisibility and putting people to sleep. She's always been best friends with Number 5. But what happens when you both accidentally time travel too far into the future?