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So... I really want to write a bunch of headcanons about The Umbrella Academy. Does anyone have a theme or a frame to request?

Wow it looks like today is the day I actually post something on my tua blog

Five: I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself

Stop pitting the Hargreeves siblings against each other!!!

Allison is KIND

Ben is ADORABLE

Diego is BRAVE

Vanya is STRONG

Luther

Klaus is HILARIOUS

Five is SMART

Concept: The Umbrella Academy but Reginald Hargreeves decided to not be a dick.

Diego: Hey Klaus, how was your weekend?

Klaus: Actually I got a little sick

Diego: Oh, really? Sorry to hear that

Klaus: Yeah, Bullets over Broadway was on TV, I came down with a big old Dianne Wiest infection

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: like yEAST

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sir Reginald Hargreeves is a little bitch

The Hargreeves’ opinions on Donald Trump

Luther - went to the moon because he couldn’t stand being on the same planet as him

Diego - would stab on sight

Allison - Currently rumouring her way through the government to get him impeached

Klaus - been in denial since November 2016

Five - knows for a fact that he would be 90000x better

Ben - just glad he doesn’t have to live through the presidency

Vanya - said fuck for the first time in 5 years when he was elected

Reginald - huge fan

FORGET ME NOT !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND DEATH !

A/N: 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !

A sensitive child is what your parents described you when people would ask why you were so quiet all the time, not interacting with anyone. You knew there was something wrong with you, a headache formed whenever someone around you would magically agree to what you asked them to do for you.

For years on end, you've hated yourself, hating yourself for why you were different yet you didn't know why. You've learned how to accept but still loathe your powers, as you would call them. You never use them willingly, for the reason that agonizing headaches would come your way. For most of your life, you learned to conceal it.

You've hated yourself for years until a certain someone quite literally walked into your life. The permanent frown on his face intrigued you when he first walked into the cafe doors where you worked at.

Five met you in the cafe he often went to, he took a lunch break while on a mission, and you were the one serving him his usual order, a black coffee. You were new to the job, it was his first time seeing you but he knew then and there that he had to get to know you more. So he did, he went to the cafe more than usual, he made small talk with you; he complimented the coffee you gave him, even though it was regular black coffee. He used his free time to see you.

There was something in you that immediately attracted him. He didn't know what it was, but he enjoyed it. For the first time in years, he let himself choose what's best for him and not what's best for others. What's best for him is you. He made an impact on you, and by the time he went to your workplace daily, you had mustered up enough courage to ask him on a date.

One date turned into a second date and the second date turned into the third, and so on. Those dates were still in routine by the time Five had married you. Five is a romantic at heart, and he won't let you to even lift a pinky. He worships the ground you walk on, he worships everything you have.

Initially, Five thought your powers were shocking, you knew well that he was similar to you. He, himself packed his powers and secrets. He once doubted you, thinking that you'd use your abilities on him, causing him to be extremely affected by you. He brushed those feelings off, knowing that you wouldn't do such things.

A loud noise interrupted the telenovela you were watching on the television. Your eyes glanced over to Five's sleeping frame, his mouth is slightly agape from being tired at his job, and his head laid on your lap. You smiled contently at him, he looked at peace whenever he slept. One of the endless things you loved about him. Five would admit that he slept better when you're near, something he couldn't explain why.

Your mind wandered back to the noise, most likely another mission the Temps Commission gave him. His job wasn't a hindrance to your relationship with him. Sure, it was terrifying that Five went home after killing a person, but it didn't make you love him less. At first, Five tried to keep it a secret from you, but he gave up by the time you had your suspicions about him.

After quietly and carefully slipping out of Five's warmth, you made your way toward the noise. Presumably, the bathroom, where Five would acknowledge his missions that the Commission would give him. It was a daily recurrence, a daily routine if you will. Before he leaves the door, he kisses you goodbye. You decided to reside at home while he works hard outside, the pay was good enough to give you both a comfortable life.

You opened the secret compartment that revealed the pipeline, a sight Five never wanted you to see. His job was difficult and gruesome, he never wanted to involve you in it. That's why he never wore a wedding band whenever he was out. He asked you if you were okay with it, of course. Five never wanted to hurt you in any way. The Temps Commission didn't know he had a partner, let alone Five being married.

Your eyes scanned the small paper over and over again, the words engraved in your head as the tears fell uncontrollably, you tried to stifle your sobs, making it hard for you to breathe.

Eliminate Y/n L/n.

Five was passionate about his job, as gruesome and brutal as it was, he loved the thrill of killing people, their blood splattering his face after he pulled the trigger on his gun. You knew how much his job meant to him, and you weren't about to ruin it for him. It didn't matter if it meant that your life needed to be taken away.

A few minutes after composing yourself and putting the paper back where it was, you made your way toward the wall that was decorated with both of your pictures. One with Five having the widest smile on his face, the day of your wedding day. One with Five's arm wrapped around your body, an adoring glint on his face as he watched you pose for the camera. Lastly, one with Five pressing a kiss to your lips.

All with different locations, all with different memories but they all had one thing in common, love was in Five's eyes in every picture. A hand slapped over your face, attempting to stop your loud sobs from slipping and waking Five from his sleep on the couch, the telenovela you were watching earlier was still playing.

With a shaky hand, you took the pictures with yourself in it, one by one. Leaving the wall empty, only blank picture frames were left, waiting to be filled with new pictures, new memories. The next minutes passed by, consisting of you taking everything that would show signs that Five had a special someone, even going to far lengths such as taking his wedding band that matched yours.

A headache gradually formed as your tears slipped freely, the pain of leaving Five was all too much for you. The moment you got the message, you already knew what you had to do. For you to erase yourself in Five's memories. It was as if you hadn't existed in Five's world, up until he reads the message the Commission gave him.

Your body slowly made its way to the couch Five slept on, still as peaceful as ever. You took a good look at him, the last time you'll see him before you wipe his memories. Your fingers brushed the stray hairs on his face, your index finger planted right in the middle of his forehead, your powers doing their job in wiping what Five remembered you by.

A quiet sob left your lips, careful not to wake Five up. A few seconds passed, and you've done your job, what's left is for Five to do his. You watched him one last time, he stirred in his sleep, muttering words you couldn't hear from where you stood. By the time you've left the front doors and stood still on his porch, you let yourself be free, crying your heart out, using one of the pillars for support.

A sigh left your lips as you glanced over to the watch placed on the counter, 30 minutes left till you were allowed to tidy up and leave the job to go back to the comfort of your home. There were no employees or customers around, your normal work partner had an emergency to tend to, causing you to be alone. It had been days since you left Five, waiting for him to take your life. Normally for Five, he did his job as fast as he got them, but this time, he had an itching feeling that he had to postpone this mission.

The sound of the bell chiming on top of the door interrupted your thoughts, you looked over to the door, a fake smile on your face as a habit. The fake smile on your face faltered quickly as you saw who it was, Five Hargreeves in all his glory. Similarly to the first time, he met you with a scowl on his face, his posture straight as a ruler.

“Hello, Sir. Welcome to Expresso Express, what would you like to order?” A grin on your face, a grin that was too cheery for Five.

His eyes flicked over to your name tag, the words Y/n L/n were engraved in. His hand entered the inside of his suit, obviously taking something out of it, presumably a gun. You weren't afraid to die, you were afraid of who would be the cause of your death. His hand appeared from his suit, sure enough, there was a pistol in his rough, calloused right hand.

Before you could react, a bullet inside the pistol went right through your head. At the same time, as the hot metal pierced your skin, Five was baffled. Memories came rushing through his head, all of them with your body, all of them with your smile, all of them with your laugh, all of them with you. Memories that weren't there before, memories that felt unfamiliar but familiar at the same time.

The moment he realized what he had done, your blood was now splattered on the counter and over his cheeks as well as his newly washed suit. His tears subconsciously rolled down his cheeks, mixing with your crimson-colored blood.

He had killed the very reason he woke up in the morning. He had killed the very reason he slept peacefully after suffering for years with insomnia. He had killed the person he loved more than anyone or anything else. He had killed the person he was willing to be selfless for. He had killed you.

He jumped up the counter to hold you. He didn't care how his newly washed suit got stained with your blood. He didn't care how dirty his skin would feel after you blood had dried up. He didn't care how loud he sounded as he called for you, knowing you wouldn't respond.

Five meant every word he had said at the wedding, till death do us part.

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A bunch of klaus screenshot redraws in Honor of the new season! I loved season two s o m u c h and klaus is just my favorite character ever

+ my favorite picture ever

His facial expressions- I am losing my shit laughing

i made a thing

Umbrella Academy Incorrect Quote

Luther: *sitting on a park bench at night*

Some Homeless Guy: "Hey, man, you got a couple bucks? I'm starving and have no place to sleep."

Luther, staring up at the sky: "My dad sent me to the moon."

I feel like Vanya is the person to apologise to a mannequin if she bumps into it.

On the other end of the scale, Klaus is the person who strokes the clothing on a mannequin before realising it is a real person.

In my personal opinion, all the Hargreeves siblings could be slightly gay and I would not argue. They were oppressed their entire childhood, they’re gonna explore at one point.

five on his sixth cup of coffee at 4 in the morning: this is the life.

note for the new season: diego would look hot as fuck in an eyepatch

im rewatching the umbrella academy after like two years and i realized something

i know we all used to clown luther for being like “well dad sent me to the moon” bc everyone else went through something worse

but like ??????? reginald LITERALLY SENT HIM TO THE MOON???? for no reason????? that has to be traumatic???? how did i not think that back in 2019 jesus christ

That’s one badass stapler - Five

S3 is in a Wendy's but they serve food from McDonald's

Tua but the entire thing takes place in a Wendy's