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!"

❛ my lady killer. ❜ ━━𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅.

"You know you aren't as much of an asshole as I thought you were." "Thanks." ¡EDITING! SEASON 1 BOOK 1 Please note that I own my character only, but the plot and other amazing characters are not mine. Completed

" ain't gonna stop cause they told me so" | fitz and the tantrums | [ the umbrella academy ] [ number five ] [ artistic_alien56 ] [ lowercase intended ] [ started february 2019 ]

On the twelth 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 these children as possible. He got eight of them. Highest Ranking: #1 in Number Two, April 30, 2019; #1 in Number Eight, June 2, 2020; #1 in Diego, Dec. 25, 2020

| TUA : Season One | Harper is in the middle of an identity crisis, well, as much of an identity crisis that an ageless android is capable of having. After the mysterious death of her creator, Reginald Hargreeves, a string of chaotic events ensues, his adoptive children are an absolute disaster, and to top it all off, the world is supposedly ending in eight days. Beautiful cover made by the lovely, @-spellbound !

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