Diego INSISTS on wearing his stupid leather suit despite the fact that they’re going to Florida
Vanya goes on all the kiddie rides with Ben while Klaus, Diego and Five head straight for the Tower of Terror
Allison is busy taking photos of anything and everything they find
Ben begs for a Mickey balloon but Klaus bumps into it and it floats away
Ben’s crying so hard that Klaus promises he’ll buy him a churro later
They collectively buy every kind of junk food that is offered to them
Vanya is the designated Bag Holder™ whilst the others go on the big rides
Allison stays with Vanya because she refuses to let anything happen to her hair
Ben and Luther are most excited for Animal Kingdom ;)
Klaus and Allison (and even Vanya) are looking forward to meeting the princesses
Five spends the whole trip complaining that “we should’ve gone to Universal”
They spot Kenny and his mom and Five makes a run for it
Klaus takes tons of photos in front of the big castle captioned “I’m home bitches”
Klaus spends about half an hour talking to Cruella De Vil about fashion
Vanya ends up talking to Cinderella a whole lot
Allison makes fun of the others for how excited they are when they meet the characters yet she gets all flustered meeting Tiana
Luther has a loooong conversation with Gaston
“People just don’t get us, y’know?” “I hear ya, Lugger”
Klaus wanders off so much that they group threatens to buy him a leash
Klaus’ response? “Kinky”
Vanya insists on buying every souvenir they come by
Luther is literally the only one worrying about the budget the rest are just blowing through it
Klaus proceeds to wear his Mickey Ears for the next month and a half
“THIS PLACE IS EVEN BETTER THAN DRUGS” *a mother turns her child in the other direction*
Klaus is smiling through the entire experience and Vanya is too
Klaus also gets tired within their first twenty minutes of the park
“I told you NOT to wear heels, Klaus” “Beauty is pain”
Vanya carries around SPF 100 wherever she goes
Luther ends up piggybacking Klaus half the time
Ben slaps anyone anytime they swear because “the children”
Klaus gets so warm he ends up dunking his head in the fountain
Some way or another Klaus ends up being chased by security guards while Mickey Mouse gives him a disappointed look
“I need to piss” “we’re on a fucking rollercoaster”
Luther has to sit out on a lot of rides cuz he can’t fit in the seats
“Hey! Five! It’s you!” *Five glares as Klaus points towards Peter Pan*
“I am nothing like you, you freeloading little pixie. I’ve saved the world, I’ve done things that your tiny brain couldn’t even begin to comprehend. I am superior to you in every way.” “Can you fly?” *Five growls*
In the end Vanya is literally red from burns and they all have to drag Klaus onto the plane to leave
Really tight hugs too, almost like he’s trying to fit all your broken pieces back into place
Him being silent for a while trying to choose what to say
Klaus having to ask Ben what to say since he’s better with this kinda stuff
“It’s okay, everything is gonna be okay” though neither of you are sure whether he’s trying to convince you or himself
Him letting you cry into his favourite shirt without any hesitation, but if anyone else were to touch it without so much as washing their hands he would scream
He pats your head a lot, but in a way it’s really reassuring
He also ends up playing with your hair which you think is therapeutic
He starts freaking out when you begin hyperventilating
Him refusing to leave your side even though you say that it’s okay
You two just talking for a long time
You can tell how hard he’s trying to be serious and tell him it’s okay
He ends up telling jokes trying to make you feel better — some are badly timed but you appreciate it anyways
Cue Ben, facepalming in the afterlife
Once you finish crying he’s still tentative to leave you alone
Mama Klaus takes over
You’re not hungry but he forces you to eat
Ben stares into the camera like he’s on the office as Klaus tries to force feed you toast
He tries the make the rest of your day as calm as possible
He makes everyone go real easy on you
“LUTHER YOU SON OF A BITCH” “ALL I ASKED WAS IF THEY COULD PASS THE SALT???¿¿¿”
Asks every two minutes if you’re okay and if you need anything
If he’s not checking on you he’s forcing Diego to
He tries to bake you cupcakes but they end up lopsided and a little overbaked
You enjoy them anyway
“If anybody ever hurts you lemme know and I’ll kick their ass” “Klaus you cried when you saw a ladybug on your knee”
He insists that you two have a movie marathon
He keeps trying to get you to throw popcorn into his mouth but he always misses it
“One more time, I’ve got it this” “we both know that you don’t”
You end up doing a lot more laughing than crying over the course of the day
“Hey … thanks for helping me today, Klaus” “no problem boblem” “I hate you”
Klaus’ outfits get mistaken for costumes every day of the month
It’s Klaus’ first Halloween in a long time that he hasn’t been high or drunk and with the increase in spirits and ghosts it’s harder for him to go outside and such
Of course he does after some long pep talks with Ben, but he’s scared shitless the first few days
Turns out ghosts are far friendlier near Halloween and they end up having some nice chats with Klaus!
Klaus is literally dead-set on going trick-or-treating since ol’ Reggie never let them as kids
There’s brief talk of them hosting a “haunted house” where Klaus just gets Ben to make noise and knock shit over
The idea is quickly shut down after Ben throws a fit about not getting his own dressing room
“I refuse to work under such atrocious conditions” “what conditions I—”
Diego loves Halloween but never dresses up, even though his suit always gets mistaken for a costume too
He loves it mostly because he gets to wear black without it constantly being questioned
Diego’s not just good at throwing knives — he’s also amazing at carving pumpkins with them!
“Could you carve like a really detailed penis” “KLAUS! THE KIDS!” “I’m teaching them valuable information!”
Klaus getting Luther the head of a gorilla costume “coz you don’t exactly need the body”
“Must be weird for you, Luther. You dress like a human everyday so Halloween’s like all year for you!” “Klaus shut up now”
Allison gets all excited and spends like hundreds of dollars on her costume
People end up not being able to tell what she’s dressed up as and it annoys her sO much
Whatever Klaus decides to dress up as, there’s a fuck ton of glitter
“I’ve never seen a pirate where so much body glitter” “then you’ve never been to Vegas”
Five refuses to dress up or go trick-or-treating but Klaus begs him to
“Pleaaaaaase if we have an actual kid with us we can get more candy!” “I don’t even like candy” *dramatic gasp*
In the end Five ends up giving in coz Delores wants to go
Klaus just ends up throwing a white sheet with eyeholes over Five’s head
“Look Ben hes dressed up as you” “I will destroy you”
Diego almost attacks Klaus after he sings the spoopy scary skeletons song for the 18th time that night
Vanya’s that person that just puts on a random pair of animal ears and insists it’s a costume
Allison’s sad she doesn’t get to dress Vanya up but begrudgingly goes along with it
Ben’s living for the priceless facial expressions these adults make when they see six 30-something-year-olds at their door
Klaus ends up body checking a few ten-year-olds to get the last Jumbo Snickers bar
Grace and Pogo stay home and Grace wears a big witch hat and her ghost-patterned apron
At first she gives out the healthy stuff and then Pogo convinces her to give the kids candy
Cue them both running around looking for candy
They end up half sure that the rest of Klaus’ weed chocolate was accidentally given away…
Meanwhile the siblings go through some haunted houses
Klaus just walks straight through without so much as a blink
Ben and Diego end up being the most scared out of them all
Allison dying of laughter when she hears Diego’s high-pitched screeches
“Ben why are you scared? You’re dead!”
They end up getting back home near midnight, Klaus holding two full duffel bags of candy and smiling real wide while the others complain about their feet hurting
Grace sits down for over an hour checking every single piece of candy to make sure it’s safe to eat
They all decide to watch a horror movie despite Ben advocating for Halloweentown
“I’ll trade you all my Twixes for your jolly ranchers” “deal”
They end up watching Annabelle and Diego continuously scoots away from Five, giving Delores strange looks
Literally as soon as it hits 12 they just hear loud Christmas music and Grace come downstairs in her snowman-patterned apron
“Mom no” “but—” “mom. No.”
Vanya falls asleep half an hour into the film and Diego is astounded
Klaus ends up getting glitter and candy wrappers everywhere
“Tell me that thing is not waterproof” “oh but it is”
Five is the most reluctant to go
“If you don’t wanna go to the beach we can send you to the water park” “I’ll choke you out”
They go to a secluded beach so Luther can be his furry self
Klaus going out of his way to take aesthetic photos for Allison’s Instagram
Vanya wears a big floppy hat
Klaus chases what he thinks is an octopus for the majority of the time
“Ben I’m trying to track down your cousin!!!” “Shut up”
It ends up being a piece of seaweed
Klaus brings a Dora the Explorer towel
Diego refuses to put on sunscreen as well as Luther
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Vanya sits and reads the whole time
Allison refuses to get her hair wet so she doesn’t go in very far into the water
Diego ends up shoving her and she falls in all the way and they all have a splash battle
Allison wins
Klaus tries to make a sand castle
The key word there is tries
Vanya tales aesthetic photos of the sky and the water while Klaus and Diego have a competition on who can hold the most sand in their mouth at one time
Their sandwiches end up tasting like water… and they’re pretty crunchy too…
Five hates the feeling of sand between his toes so he makes Luther carry him everywhere
Five asks if they can leave every ten minutes
“No we’re staying” “I will literally take the car right now”
Them being extra they decide to go to like the farthest beach ever
They stop every half an hour at a Dairy Queen because someone has to piss or wants food
Klaus wears floaties
It’s because Ben makes him wear them
They literally stay at the beach all day
“THERES A BEE IN THE CAR FUCK” *screeching ensues*
“Why do I have to be here I can literally just teleport”
At least one person complains about every song on the radio so they have to constantly change it
They all take turns driving
“Hey guys can I drive?” “KLAUS NO”
They almost get pulled over when Five drives
They end up screaming along to 2000s pop songs while Five broods and complains in the backseat
Klaus brings a shit ton of snacks and eats them ALL on the way there
They find sand in their clothes for weeks after the fact
Klaus buries Diego whilst he’s asleep
Diego curses for ten minutes after he wakes up
Five ends up looking for sea glass for Vanya because he knows how happy that makes her
Vanya and Five also try finding some cool rocks
Diego ends up pelting Klaus with the cool rocks
They have to end up pulling Klaus away
Five has fun but doesn’t admit it (And brings back some sea glass for Delores)
They being a beach ball at the start but by the time they leave it is nowhere to be found
Hi hi! I’m relatively new to the whole blogesphere, but I’ve seen a lack of Vanya love so I wanted to go ahead and make a place to post all about Vanya! I’ll probably take some time to get going, but soon I’ll be a blog dedicated to Vanya Hargreaves!
requested by: anon. i think i got a little carried away with this - he’s one of my favouritest characters ever. thanks for the request <3 warnings: this may seem a little… well, you know. but i promise, there’s nothing inappropriate here! besides, he is an old man.
At first, it’d be very uncomfortable to be around him at all. He’s like thirteen but speaks with a certain maturity that’s just very… odd. What kind of thirteen year old can have in-depth discussions about the Vietnam war and nineteen-forties politics as if he were there?
But then the Hargreeves would take you aside and explain that although he’s thirteen, and although he was born on the same day as the rest of them, he’s actually fifty-eight. Again, it’s odd and a bit scary at first, but when you think about it, it’s entirely logical.
You’d build a quick friendship when you finally understand him, and it’d catch fire quickly. You’d love to hear all his stories, his thoughts and terrifying knowledge of the apocalypse. But coming from an animated young man who had the patience of a grouchy old fogey, it was hilarious.
He’d get annoyed at you the first time you start laughing while he’s talking. He’d demand to know why, call you childish, and walk off. The irony would just make you cackle harder.
But soon, he’d begin to see your point. He’d crack a smile when he could see you trying to keep your laughter in, and although he’d get annoyed at your OAP jokes, he’d shake his head and let you have it.
But only you. If anyone else were to try the same, he wouldn’t have it. That’s when he’d know you were different, that he felt some type of way about you.
Soon it would come about that when you’re least expecting it, he’d randomly pop up by your side. Making dinner? You’d have to cook for two, just in case he showed up in the middle of your eating. Gonna take a shower? You gotta leave a note on the fridge, just in case he shows up and can’t find you.
Sometimes you’d get home from work and find a note on your fridge that you didn’t put there. It’d tell you to check the oven - and you’d find that he’d cooked dinner for you.
You’d never know, but he’d charge his siblings with making sure you’re okay when he’s off doing Five-things. You’d find that you’d have lunch dates with Allison more than before, and more than once you’d wake up in the night because of a fistfight outside your house. You’d lean out the window and tell Diego to go home.
Klaus would tease the both of you - it would rub Five the wrong way when he calls out “cradle-robber”, knowing fully it could apply to the both of you. You’d think it hilarious, which is just lucky because otherwise Five would grill Klaus for days.
You’d find yourself fitting into the dysfunctional family rather nicely, and you’re actually appreciated there - perhaps you’re a glint of that normality that they all miss out on. Perhaps its also because they’re glad someone can understand Five, and help him adapt to his weird situation.
Eventually, he’d have no choice but to tell you how he feels, lest he wants to suffocate in his feelings. He’d have tried to keep them in, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or -god forbid- chase you away. But when he crashes your dinner and finds that you have a guy over for dinner (a guy your own age, dammit), his temperament would sour so quickly. He’d ask questions he didn’t want to know the answer to, and you’d be able to tell from how cold he was that he wasn’t alright. When he zaps away, you wouldn’t see him for another week. No notes, no random appearances, he’s not even around when you visit the Academy. Nothing.
It’s only when Allison talks to him about how hard he is to be around that he decides he needs to fix it. Well, she blackmails him. “If you don’t do it, I’ll hear a rumour and you’ll do it anyway.” He may or may not have thrown a coffee cup or two in frustration.
So he appears one evening, but this time, he only appears on your front step. He’d have to check from looking into one of the windows that it is where you live, because he’s never actually been stood outside it before - he just zaps right in. So when you answer the door, he’s both relieved and absolutely devastated.
You’d invite him in, very confused, and make him a cup of coffee. He’d drink it all and ask for another one before he even says a word about what’s on his mind.
When he does, it’s blunt. He explains why, and although you find it tremendously cute, he approaches it like a math question. Logical, systematic, trying to keep emotion out of it. But you can tell he’s nervous and upset, that this means a great deal to him. His voice is his typical explaining, analytical voice, but he clutches the coffee cup until his knuckles turn white and he struggles to meet your eye.
Understandably, you’d feel a little uncomfortable with his confession. On one hand he’s thirteen, but on the other he’s fifty-eight. Either way, it’s… uncomfortable.
But, you’d lean across the table, take his coffee cup, and place your hand over his. Clearly he’s suffering, knowing it can’t happen. But that doesn’t mean you have to be cold.
You’d smile at him, and he’d give a blue smile in return. You’d explain to him that it can’t happen, and of course, he’d nod. He knows.
You’d propose waiting for him - when he’s older, maybe you can give it a shot then.
He’d be so salty. “When I’m twenty-five I’ll be seventy, you know.”
You’d laugh at that, and he’d crack a smile at the familiar situation. You’d kiss his forehead before he goes, knowing it’d mean something different to him than it did to you. But what can you do in that situation?
Before long, things would be back to normal. He’d be irritable, though charming, and your best friend, though simultaneously a child and old man. He’d will himself to push through the days, waiting for the day he’s ‘older’, and would spend each of those days reaffirming you that you mean so much to him, dinner in the oven and sweets left on the table with a note. You mean the most.
not to make demands but i want more fics about the hargreeves siblings learning about their birth moms / bio families.
like in an angsty way, these are the people that sold them into a life of exploitation and abuse. did their moms ever hear about the umbrella academy? did they ever regret it? but also they didn’t sign up to give sudden birth to a supernatural baby.
(also do are the kids in any way biologically related to the moms? like is it ever explained or did they just appear there without any genetic relation)
But like, where are they from? tell me about their lives
I think its Vanya’s mom in episode 1 in russia, and she looked like 16/17 ish. like, she was basically a child and had no say in this happening to her. who can blame her for not wanting to suddenly be a teen mom in russia in the late 80′s.
maybe Five finds out his mom had the same dimples or drank 3 cups of coffee every morning. what if in his travels through time, Five met/saw her before he was born and she like roasted him or something
what if Luther’s mom already had a bunch of kids (making luther the little brother) and couldn’t afford a surprise baby, and some billionaire offered her $$$. how could she say no to that
Or Ben’s mom really wanted to raise him, but was unable to because of his stomach monster. maybe she didn’t survive very long after he was born.
and Klaus’s mom is probably haunted for the rest of her life. like, whatever draws ghosts to klaus stuck to her a little bit, and with no powers to manage it just completely destroys her mental state. maybe she passed down the addictive personality that klaus struggles with. (what if he met her as a ghost)
Diego i think got abandoned pretty soon after birth, probably to an orphanage but Reginald found him pretty fast. anyway, maybe thats why he favored grace so much because he was missing that parent-child bond for so long.
Allison probably spent a lot of time thinking about her mom / bio family as a kid. she seems like she just really wanted to be a regular teenager with a regular loving family. which makes it so much worse when she got famous and tried to track down her birth fam, only to find out that they want nothing to do with her
not to have a super dark theory but do we really think season 3 Reginald Hargreeves just… left the alternate umbrella kids alone?
like, in 1989 he knows that 7 of the 43 kids came back from the future and were overall pretty disappointing and also kinda want to kill him. So the answer? don’t adopt them.
but then they are just out in the world with unchecked powers, somewhere he can’t keep track of them. plus, Reginald is defo some kind of pathological narcissist that would have bought as many of those god damn babies he could get his hands on. any means to his ends, right?
so there are too many variables by just letting the umbrella kids grow up independently. why would he let these 7 human disasters even maybe ruin his perfect super hero team?
So in season three, i don’t think the umbrella kids are going to be able to find their alternate reality selves. i think 7 of the 43 kids went missing shortly after birth. and Reginald knows where they are, one way or another.
Okay, so i still maintain my theory from waaaay back when the s2 finale dropped and it’s that daddy reginald saw all these umbrella fuckups who told him they didn’t stop the apocalypse and decided to switch them out with a newer better version. and because ben wasn’t there, he adopted him as well cuz he had no idea he was in the umbrella academy.
(Hotel Oblivion spoilers!) Here’s my fanart for my favourite new Umbrella Academy character! We know very little about her, including not knowing her name or whether she turns into ravens or crows. Still, she’s my favourite of the Sparrow Academy. I made some minor design changes with her, though.
So here’s the superhero name I pose for her: The Murder, because that’s the name for a group of crows. But if it’s ravens, then it should be The Conspiracy for the same reason. As for her actual name, I’m currently calling her Eleanor Nevermore. These are both references to Edgar Allen Poe’s works (the author of The Raven). It also just sounds cute together. So meet Eleanor!
I am way too in love with this character despite how little we’ve seen of her and her siblings. I had a lot of fun drawing Eleanor and hope to see more of her in the future issues! Can’t wait for season two!
Summary: I’m a rocket-man, burning out his fuse up here alone.
Day 62
There was nothing you loved more than stars and the way they stood out against the black void of the universe or the misty colors of the planet you left behind.
But even beauty held sadness. Or perhaps it was the other way around? After sixty-two days of wandering in space you still hadn’t found the answer.
You knew there was a madness to your job. An obsession, a drive, a passion. A few rare people are crazy enough to abandon the comforts of their homes and routine lives, their families, all to explore an ever expanding universe alone. Not many things triumphed over the contentment of home but the unignorable call of curiosity did.
And boy was it calling to you now.
It had been smooth sailing for the past hour, the buzz of the radio Walkie-Talkie dulling your senses. Stars twinkled and you had already sent your daily report to your boss back at the launch site so the only real thing left to conquer was isolation and boredom.
Which is when curiosity tickled your insides.
A smirk came over your face as you rolled over onto your side, slowly turning the knob on your radio. In came the static, a peaceful hum but one that did not satisfy you. You sighed, continuing to turn the knob for a minute or two until you blinked, clear and concise classical music being heard through the buzz. Vivaldi?
“Hello?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion. “Hello?”
The music stopped, the gruff voice of a man coming through the radio. “Hello? Who is this?”
You smiled, staring out into the open void of space at where the source could be coming from. A stupid idea, you knew, seeing as the radio could reach for miles and miles and all you could see was the grey speck of the moon and the small clusters of stars. “This is Y/N L/N. I’m with NASA.”
“NASA?”the man questioned. He didn’t sound all that enthused. “How’d you tune into this frequency? This is a private communication line.”
This man was already ticking you off. He had a rude but slightly curious tone to his voice as though he were trying to cover up his curiosity with an authoritative humph. “I’m an astronaut.” you replied. “I was just searching through the frequencies.”
“Well, this is a private communication line.”
“So you’ve said.”
The man huffed. “So don’t tune in again!”
“Hey, wait!” you called, not sure if the man was still listening. “Look. I’m sorry.” you picked at the cuticles on your fingers. “I’m sorry. I’m alone. I’ve been alone for sixty-two days now up here. I just… got bored.”
It took a minute for a reply to come through as though the man were contemplating on whether or not he should reply. You were about to turn off your line when the voice returned. “I’ve been up here for three years now.”
Your eyes widened, heart plummeting for the man. “Shit- three years?”
“Yeah,”he said sadly. “Like I said, private mission.”
At his words, your eyes wandered around your own spacecraft, it’s clean but empty appearance. You couldn’t imagine being stuck here for years. “Are you on a craft?”
“No, the moon.” he let out a breath of air, something between a laugh and a scoff.
“I haven’t heard of any moon missions that long.” you search your brain as you think. “Are you with Britain? China? Russia?”
“What? No!” he laughed, your questioning tone being the only source of emotion he’d heard in years. It was odd how much emotion it had drawn from him. Such a simple question. It was the longest conversation he had had in a while. “I’m American.” There was another pause. “I shouldn’t be telling you all this to be honest.”
“Maybe you want to.” you offer, blankly and quite literally staring into the view of space out the window. “After all, you’ve been here for three years.”
He chuckles. “Right.”
Surprisingly, you smile. “As much as I’d love to pester you about why you’re up here, I don’t want to tire you out.” Silence. “Can I at least know your name?”
The man sighs. “Luther. Luther Hargreeves.”
What a pleasant name (or perhaps the only new name you’d heard in a while). “Well, goodbye, Luther.”
“Goodbye, Y/N.”
And all that was left was static, stars, and some sense of hope.
Day 63
Despite its hardships, you still loved your job. You did your duties well, the open universe just a glance out the window. You moved slowly each day, collecting photographs, evidence, observations. Fragments of space to bring home and analyze but it had never been about the science, only your desire to touch the mysteries of the galaxy.
But you found yourself in the same position as before, isolated and alone. Thoughts of your family and friends
At the same time the previous night you found yourself searching the radio channel, listening in for that sweet sound of Vivaldi’s four seasons. It greeted you like a wave of reassurance as you waited for the song to end before tapping in.
“You have such refined taste in music, Hargreeves.”
There was a grumble on the other end although he didn’t sound as angered this time around. “I thought I told you not to tap in here anymore.”
“I do recall that but then again, I’m terrible at listening to directions.”
“I can tell,” he scolded. “Does your boss know you tap in here? I have a good feeling he doesn’t.”
You chuckle at that, knowing Luther wouldn’t be able to reach your boss back on earth. Your eyes settle on the planet, mist clouding the African plates. “It’ll be our secret, Hargreeves. Bet you haven’t kept one of those in a while.”
He gave an airy chuckle. “Never been good with secrets.” An uncomfortable chuckle followed. “Strict father.”
You blinked, forgetting that despite not seeing him, Luther Hargreeves was as much a person as anyone else. Three years wasted without another soul to swap stories with, confide in, trustin.
“I’d suppose that meant you’d have more secrets.” you confess. “Was your mother any nicer?”
Radio silence. “I didn’t really have one. I mean, sort of?” he gave a huff. “It’s all very confusing and a long story.”
You have a soft smile, something he couldn’t see but you hoped he could feel. “I’m all ears.”
And surprisingly, he told you everything. You stared into the dark void, the white lights of your spacecraft being the only source of sight as you listened to Luther’s story like a child listened to a fairytale. The movie of his life enfolded in the black folds of the universe from superpowers to bank robberies. The death of his brother, the tenuous but deep love for his remaining siblings. Ape transformations, nights sneaking out.
You heard it all.
And you were a fantastic listener. You commented on all the right moments, empathized when you thought he had no one (you didn’t realize how true it was), laughed at the jokes that were funny and laughed at the ones that weren’t. Lord, how great it felt to have someone to share the universe with.
It made the stars feel a little warmer.
Luther offered the same courtesy to you. You talked of your mother and your father and of your sister back at home. You explained the dreams of the unknown that you’d had since you were a little kid.
“I’ve always wanted to be here, you know? It’s been my dream since I can remember.”
“I can tell,” he confessed warmly. “Just the tone of your voice gives it away.”
You blinked. “Really?”
“Really.”he chuckled. “Your voice speeds up and you sound like you’re getting carried away somewhere far off.”
“Oh.” you mumble, a warm smile overtaking your features. No one had ever described something so simple in such detail. “What was your dream?”
He sighed, your fingers drummed on the cold surface. “I don’t know. I just wanted someone to be proud of me.”
Radio silence.
You weren’t quite sure what to say.
“I’m proud of you, Luther.”
…
“Thanks, Y/N.”
You smiled and gave a small hum. “It’s getting late, Hargreeves. I’ve got to clock out.”
“Me too.” he was quiet. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You were somewhat unable to contain your smile. “Goodnight, Rocket-Man.”
“Rocket-?”you turned off your radio with a chuckle, leaving him to wonder for a while.
Day 66
Your daily tasks had increased in small intervals each day leaving no room to talk to Luther out of pure exhaustion. It left a hollow feeling in your stomach. You knew he was out there somewhere but untouchable due to something as human as sleep.
But luckily, on day sixty-six things began to slow. You completed your tasks with quite a bit of effort but still managed to finish in time to tap into the radio line and be welcomed by a jokingly frustrated Luther.
“What did you mean by rocket-man?” he inquired with a huff.
You laughed as you pictured what his face probably looked like. Scrunched, pout, a dab of frustration. “Relax, Hargreeves. No hello? No, how are you?”
He huffed. “I don’t like being left out of things.”
The frustration in his voice made you smile. “Haven’t you listened to Elton John before?”
“Elton John?”
You gasped. “Luther Hargreeves you haven’t listened to Elton John? I know your father was strict but that’s simply a crime.”
Luther sighed. “If I put this song on it won’t be some joke, will it? It’s not going to tell me I’m a stupid astronaut monkey?”
Once again, your laugh was sent out to the empty void of stars and through the staticky waves of the radio. “Who would write a song about that?”
You guessed he was rolling his eyes for a mocking of your statement followed before a bit of silence and then some piano.
And music spoke more depth than either of you could muster with your lonely hearts and troubled pasts. And in that moment you hoped that the words and the keys would speak to him the way they once spoke to you and that he’d find meaning in them the way you had found it.
“It’s beautiful.”
The corners of your lips rose and you wished more than anything that he could see it. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“It almost feels too special.”
Although he couldn’t see you and even if he was here you doubted the artificial light of the ship would illuminate your face enough to depict your slow shake of your head. You glanced at the stars and the small wisps of colors that were dancing in the blanket of nothingness. “You’re special, Luther. Remember that, okay?”
The static communicated his grin as best it could.
A/N: heads up… I’m not “back” (i say this now but watch i swear to god) this was sitting in the drafts and i read it and impulsively decided to publish it and… yeah.
Summary: Shaky fingers become steady hands once they dance across the keys of a piano forte.
You and Klaus Hargreeves had one thing in common and that was the slight twitch of your fingers.
Klaus, for one, has always hated his. It was a natural twitch that only got worse after the use of drugs and other mind-altering substances. His father deemed it “pathetic” and an “annoyance” whenever he drummed his fingers against the table at lunch.
Your twitch, however, had managed to become something beautiful when out to good use by your own supportive parents. Klaus was thoroughly enjoying the beauty now as your fingers lightly danced across piano keys in the stormy silence of the academy.
His head sat on your shoulder as you played sweet melodies and occasional sad fortes. A smile lay steadily on your face, eyes melting into the keys. The cloudy skies that awaited at the window merely faded away with the drawn out echoes of the piano.
Klaus knew that the silence in the house meant all his siblings were listening. He’d bet Vanya was hidden behind a column with curiosity raging inside her as she inquired in joining in with her violin. Perhaps Diego would pause in his training and Luther and Allison would stop their secret rendezvous to listen to the quiet player at the stairs.
You brought peace and comfort, something Klaus was eternally grateful for.
When you finished your piece, fixing his hair with a now steady hand and a soft smile. He flushed as you did so. “That was amazing, Y/N.”
“Thank you.” you chuckled, eyes roaming down to his own trembling fingers. You take them in yours, lightly moving them to hover over the keys. Klaus gulped, the proximity of his face to yours nerve-wracking. He could make out the curve of your jaw and the small difference in the hues of each strand of hair. “Can I teach you?”
He nodded softly. “Yeah, sure. By all means.”
You grin, pressing his fingers down on two keys for the chords, guiding his other hand to play the melody. A euphoric sound mused from the instrument causing his heart to flutter in awe, looking down at his own typically twitching fingers that had evoked the sound.
Klaus was starting to understand why you enjoyed playing so much.
The impromptu lesson continued on with your side pressed against his as you played small portions of the song for him to imitate. Klaus’ playback was as expected… quite choppy. The keys didn’t quite sing the same way as you made them but even so the moment was beautiful. The uneven playing made your heart tug as you remembered when you had first discovered the secrets and comforts of piano keys.
And now you were teaching them to Klaus Hargreeves who was slowly growing entranced with his own child-like dance across the forte.
When he finished the piece you taught him, playing it through hesitantly, he gazed at you with wide eyes. “How did I do?”
You grinned, an honest answer leaving your lips. “You did perfect, Klaus.” you pushed a hand through his messy hair. “It was perfect.”
Klaus grinned, his heart skipping twice as he laid his head on your shoulder once more, listening keenly as you picked up another gracefully soft melody to lull him to a peaceful daze with.
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not tagging anyone because… i really don’t care about that stuff anymore. whoever sees this sees it i guess
(Hotel Oblivion spoilers!) Here’s my fanart for my favourite new Umbrella Academy character! We know very little about her, including not knowing her name or whether she turns into ravens or crows. She’s my favourite of the new Umbrella Academy. I made some minor design changes with her, though.
But here’s the name I pose: The Murder, because that’s the name for a group of crows. But if it’s ravens, then it should be The Conspiracy for the same reason. As for her actual name, I’m currently calling her Eleanor Nevermore. These are both references to Edgar Allen Poe’s works (the author of The Raven). It also just sounds cute together. So meet Eleanor!
I am way too in love with this character despite how little we’ve seen of them. I had a lot of fun drawing her and hope to see more of her in the future issues! Can’t wait for season two!
This character, which appears in the very end of the last issue (“Reunion”) of The Umbrella Academy’s third volume, Hotel Oblivion, is amoung a few of the other new super-siblings that are introduced. With the power to either summon or become a flock of ravens or crows, she is calm, collected and cool, like the rest of her powerful, coordinated team called the Sparrow Academy.
Petition for the name The Murder/The Conspiracy, and Eleanor Nevermore!
