#Reginald judging from afar

[cryptidcave-dweller]

Lila baked them a cake

[rcginald]

hshqadopt presents ...

          𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔬, 𝔶𝔞𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫

NAME: yasmin alia hassan ( or utp ) TITLE: crown princess of morocco AGE: 24-30 RELATIONSHIP: reggie’s ex, currently: utp FAMILY: utp FC: imaan hammam, utp

EVERYONE SEES WHAT YOU APPEAR TO BE,

a camera flashes to capture the beautiful, kind, warm smile on yasmin’s face. it paints the picture of her portrait, these words – only you’ll find that she is the one holding the paintbrush, piling on thick strokes of pigment over a putrid canvas. from afar, one can see a piece of work so radiant, so true, but it is only when you come close that you realize, SOMETHING is rotten in the state of morocco ...

she has always been driven, and nothing short of machiavellian. a proud moroccan, yasmin’s duty to her country is paramount. and to do what’s best, to her at least, requires a total control. her drive and weaseling around the court allowed her to form the iron grip among the nobles. usurping ? no, absolutely not. her father sits perfectly fine at the throne. no one says you can’t play behind the scenes, after all, everything is fair when it comes to her country. 

FEW EXPERIENCE WHAT YOU REALLY ARE.

from her first impression of reginald zulu, she sees through him like glass. his intentions are clear like his conscience. yasmin makes an executive decision. she is not the girl he falls in love with. she can not be. reginald zulu, who’s altruism should be the death of him ! it was ridiculous. it was simple: girls like her don’t get with guys like him. love only leads to hurt. 

nevertheless he persists, like an unrelenting fly. he gets warned. he gets turned down once, twice, three times before he can make a fracture in her exterior. he grows on her. maybe she’s wrong, she is not so vile that there exist no future between her and reggie. love is not a complete waste of time, right ? so slowly, she bares her teeth. 

and it’s nice. having someone is nice. reggie doesn’t judge, he listens. he entertains her thoughts, gives her new perspectives. she feels accepted. and within their time, the fractures become cracks and spread – and she can feel it seeping into her. that feeling. how undeserving she is of it, how reggie knows too much ... and when she feels she has become too vulnerable, reggie is on the other side of a stony text. 

––– TLDR

the crown princess is known for being kind and beautiful, but anyone close to her can see through the façade. dated reginald zulu, the crown prince of zimbabwe. got close, she breaks up with him because she didn’t like depending on him and bc ... self-sabotaging tendencies (?), and now they’re here. 

lots of things are utp ! family life, most of her personality, and i’m up for changing things up if needed !! and, in addition to this connection, there’s much potential for political plots for morocco :)

wanted connection for @highsocietyhq​

if interested you can contact me @rcginald ( or @nataliademarquis )

helpful links: pinterest, reggie’s intro

other possible connections: college buddy w/ @fannicroy, close (scheming) friend w/ @catherinestuart, old friends w/ @jinlixun

imaan gif pack made by serre <3

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine being present for Klaus’s Benders....

You stumbled down the stairs, the scent of vodka still wafting off of your clothes as you turned towards the kitchen. Luther was seated at the table, the sight of you with smeared makeup and messy hair not phasing him as you walked towards the fridge.

“You know you are just enabling his behaviors, not helping.” He stated before sipping his protein shake, your only response was the sound of the fridge opening and closing as you grabbed the open container of orange juice and removed the cap, bringing the container to your mouth as he continued, “One of these days, you’re going to watch him die from these stupid sprees you always do.”

“Doubt it.” You snapped, before recapping the juice and returning it to the fridge.

“Honestly [Y/N], how can you even condone this? You and I both know this is only gonna end one way.”

“Did you ever think Luther, that you are the reason he even needs the drugs? Or the alcohol? Or the parties? You, and your father, and this fucked up superhero lifestyle Reginald had you all living was no way for any of you to be raised. The way he treated you all was awful, the things he did... that is why he does what he does, and for you to judge him for coping the only way he knows...”

“Most guys bury the feeling, not fill it with coke and Jack.” Luther snapped

“Well Klaus isn’t most guys, and for him the only way to get the voices to stop is to numb himself. So sorry that not everyone can be like you and hide under a trench coat, and turtle neck on the moon.” You snapped before storming off.

————————

He was seated on the stairs of the parlor, knives in hands as he watched the door. Something in the house felt off, but he wasn’t sure what it could have been until he heard the door knob jiggle. As far as he knew all his siblings were tucked away in their rooms, his breathing held as the door slowly opened.

“Jesus D, why the fuck did you do that?” You asked as the knife landed in the doorframe, your face a meet two inches to the right of where it landed, and a clearly out of it Klaus to the right of you as you guided him into the house.

“Because as far as I knew you two were in his room. The real question is why you and my brother are stumbling home at 5 in the morning?”

“Because your brother wanted to get something.”

“And you just happened to stumble into a bar?”

“No. We stumbled into a strip joint, way more exciting.” Klaus’s response was mumbled, his words slightly slurring as he wiped his nose with his right hand, and then stated, “And then we went to visit a dear friend I made in rehab.”

“Any friend you made in rehab should not be a person you visit at an ungodly hour, unless rehab didn’t work.”

“Now Diego, I was well taken care of... my beautiful darling here made sure of that.” He slurred as he leaned over and placed a sloppy kiss upon your cheek.

“D, if you would be so kind and move the fuck over, I need to get Klaus to bed.” You instructed as he slowly moved aside, but before he let you pass he grabbed your free arm, “You and I both know he has to stop one time.”

“He is fine D.” You replied

“He won’t be forever though, and if you really loved him....”

“Goodnight Diego.” You hissed before dragging Klaus up the rest of the stairs.

——————

You were in the attic when she stumbled upon you, tears in your eyes as you looked out over the city scape. The lights flashed in the windows of the surrounding houses, as the natural noises of the night life drifted through the frosted air.

“What are you doing up here? I figured you and Klaus would be dancing in one of the clubs by now.”

“We were suppose to have a date night actually.” You whispered, “A nice dinner, and then a movie back here in his room.”

“So then why are you here?”

“I took a nap, slept through my alarm I guess, or he shut it off, who knows. All I know is that he wasn’t here when I woke up, he just left a note, saying the voices were getting too loud again.”

She slowly approached you, your knees drawn up to your chest as your arms draped over them protectively. She sat with ease in front of you as looked to the side, away from her.

“Did you try his cell?”

“Yes. And I called all the normal spots, and his normal crowd. No one has seen him.”

“Do you want us to...”

“No, it would honestly upset him if I alerted you all. He... he does this because of you all so I would hate for him to feel like we are ruining the fun if I ask for help finding him.”

“Do you...”

“I think I am going to go back to bed now. Have a wonderful evening Allison.” You forced a smile before cautiously raising, and leaving the space. Her eyes following you out the door as she started, “I heard a rum...”

You cut her off though by slamming the door.

The next morning she was seated in the parlor with Five and Luther, a book in hand as she heard the front door open, a clearly inebriated Klaus stumbling in from a night of fun.

“Oh here we go again.” Five sighed, his eyes rolling as he looked at Dolores, Luther shaking his head already as Allison looked up from her book. When she did she saw something that the others missed, as soon as he was about to climb the stairs, his body was knocked back slightly by the sheer force of another colluding into his, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you buried your head into his shoulder. She noticed how Klaus’s demeanor changed slightly, before you could tell he was drunk, or high, or both, his soft laughter drifting from his mouth as he stumbled slightly to the stairs. As soon as he was in your embrace though he straightened, his laughter dying down completely as he whispered into your ear, probably reassuring you he wouldn’t leave you behind again. His arms engulfed your waist as he squeezed. With that, you quickly were off the ground, his hands leaving your back where they overlapped, and going to your thigh area as he effortlessly picked you up and carried you upstairs as you clung to his front. A smile pulled on the corner of her mouth as she watched from afar, because she never saw this side of her brother.

——————

“You both are ridiculous.” Five started before bringing the coffee mug to his lips, as you and Klaus laid out in the extremely long table and stared at the ceiling.

“Are we now Five, or are you just too sober to understand our fun?” You asked, as Klaus blew out a steady cloud of smoke.

“You both are saying that there are colors moving across the ceiling?” He asked as your head slightly rolled over, looking at him in wonder as you replied, “Now if you tried...”

“I have more pressing matters to attend to, like the end of the world.”

“Always the end of the world with you! I miss when you used to be fun Five.” Klaus moaned as you smiled.

“Five used to be fun?”

“I don’t have time for this shit. If you need me I will be in the parlor.” He snapped, before exiting and taking a seat at the bar, Dolores was set up behind it on the window sill, a martini glass sat before her.

“Now darling, don’t you start to. I know my brother is battling his own demons, but honestly I can’t fathom why he is more concerned with drugs then he is with saving the world?”

“He isn’t more concerned with taking drugs.” You whispered, your body leaning against the doorframe as Five’s eyes snapped towards you, “After you left.... some shit happened. It really messed with his head.”

“What do you mean....”

“Like your father locking him in a Maza Liam in hopes that it would help him master his abilities, or making him try to channel dead people 24/7, or everyone in the family being favored over him or Vanya.”

“Yet Vanya is not a junkie.” Five pointed out

“Yet Vanya is not haunted by thousand of ghost when sober.” You rebuttaled, “Trust me, I hate it just as much as the rest of you, but I have seen what being sober does to him. It destroys me every night I have to watch him numb his brain, but it shattered me to see him driven to insanity while sober.”

“You really do care about him, don’t you?”

“More then anything.”

“Then help me figure out how to save him, and the rest of the world.”

—————————

“Bye Klaus, bye Benny boy.” You smiled as you went to leave the bedroom, the door handle in hand as Klaus replied, “Shut up Ben, at least your existence was acknowledged.”

“Listen Benji, I can call you whatever I want, I am screwing your interpreter.” You replied before shutting the door.

“Did she really have to bring your sex life into it?” Ben groaned as he flattened on the floor, his arms going out to the sides as he looked at the ceiling.

“So I was thinking maybe the two of us have a little party tonight. My main man...”

“Don’t you get tired of it?”

“Of what?”

“All the drugs, the parties, drinking yourself to the point of blacking out?”

“Ben, we have talked about this.”

“I know, a long time ago though. This time is different though. You have [Y/N], you are happy with them, and I know they are in love with you.”

“And support my lifestyle choices, so drop it.”

“You know it is killing them though to see you throw yourself at death’s door every day, they are just waiting for the day they wake up, or come home, or you two go out and you just don’t wake up. Do you know how shitty of a feeling that is?”

“No, and I will be fine.”

“Yeah, well I do know that feeling, cause I feel the same as them, and take it from the dead guy, it fucking sucks.” He snapped, before he hid himself from Klaus.

“Come one Ben, don’t do that.” Klaus groaned, knowing his stubborn brother was calling it a night. Leaning his head back against the head board he closed his eyes and sighed, the silence surrounding him in a comforting blanket as he exhaled slowly.

‘Maybe Ben is right’ he thought to himself, as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the blank ceiling, wanting nothing more then to be with you, or Ben. He knew though deep down that Ben was right, but admitting it was the hard part.

When you got home, and safely into his room you saw him laid out on the sheets, a bottle in his hand that was draped off the side of the bed, his legs spread apart as his soft snores filled the space. A sad smile pulled at your lips as you slowly lowered your backpack to the floor and advanced towards him. Lightly placing a hand on his back, you leaned over and removed the empty bottle from his hand and placed it on the night stand before you shrugged off your clothes, revealing your undergarments, and slowly climbed over his spread out body and into the bed. As you laid there and looked at him you whispered, “What are we gonna do with him Ben?”

“I have no idea anymore.” Ben whispered back, wishing he could talk back to you as you slowly feel asleep.

— - ————

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped

“He was my father too [Y\N]. The better question is why are...”

“Because I am the enabling, snotty, mentally manipulating, gold digger who only is with Klaus so that I can say I banged number four of the Umbrella Academy asshole who is still with your brother who has what you called, “terrible coping skills with the trauma your father caused all of you as children”. So do to that I have every right to be here.”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that when I wrote the book.” She seemed apologetic, but you could never trust her again, especially after seeing what her words did to Klaus.

“Yeah but it did, so what are you here to collect data for the sequel?” You snapped before storming off, however it didn’t stop her from shouting, “Is he better?”

“No actually after he read your book in rehab he had a complete fucking breakdown and got kicked out of the facility for sneaking out and having such a bad episode that he was legally dead for 3 minutes before he came back.” You didn’t meet her eyes as you spoke, tears brimming your eyes as you looked at the wall, “But I have to thank you for opening my eyes, because now because of you, I go to almost ever binge he has now.” And with that you were gone, leaving her to stand there in shock, never thinking her words would do that to any of her siblings.

[captainrandomstranger18]

My dearest Captain,

The story of Thaddeoso is much less exciting than one might think. Basically my grandpa told a story of this huge frog that hung around when my mom was young and they called him Thaddeus. Then then my cousins and I found this huge frog by the spring and my sibling suggested we call him Thaddeoso, so we did.

1. Could you maybe stop judging others and let them enjoy things in peace please?

2. All the ones I’ve seen so far (tos, aos, tng, and voyager)

3. That’s a hard one. I like all of them Janeway and Q and Geordi a lot though

4. I don’t know, I actually haven’t thought about it

5. Yep! I like most musicals, but I think my current favorites are Sweeney Todd, Singin in the Rain, and Cats (not the newer movie though)

6. Maybe maple cus we used to make maple syrup back at the first place I lived

7. You know what should be a thing? Space mythology. Like dragons who live in black holes and hoard light and sirens that mimic distress signals to lure spaceships into asteroid fields and vampires that steal the oxygen from your lungs (I have been thinking about this a lot today)

8. It’s currently tied between a black pair with neon kinda flowery/geometric shapes and a white pair with jellyfish

9. I haven’t been in public lately and I tend to tune out most of the other people in school so I don’t really have anything for this one. I hit my creative writing word count goal though! (8,000 words (everyone set their goals at 8,000 except this one kid who set his at 8,001))

I have never had a brookie, but it sounds amazing.

Yours,

L

Dearest L,

To continue the pattern of answering my own questions:

1. I would probably do 1 of 2 things (depending on my mood). Either I would tell everybody to treat all people with respect or kindness, or I would just rick roll everyone on the planet.

2. My favorites are also all the ones I’ve seen so far (I swear it is so hard to pick a favorite Trek! They are all so beautiful and wonderful and unique in their own ways, and its hard to compare them to each other.) These include TOS, TAOS, DS9, and TNG.

3. Data would probably be my #1 favorite, and my second favorite would be everyone else because I can’t choose.

4. I relate to Data’s curiosity and not understanding humans all the time, and I relate to Julian Bashir’s awkwardness. But the character I probably relate to the most is Reginald Barclay. Like every time he comes on screen and so much as breathes I’m like “MOOD. THAT’S ME RIGHT THERE.” I also relate to Riker because I like to put my leg up on random things.

5. I like a lot of musicals. My favorites would probably be Hamilton, The Fiddler on the Roof, and Bye Bye Birdie (I was in that one for my high school’s theater program. I was a background character.) Singin’ in the Rain is also really good, although I haven’t watched it in a while. I do remember my first time watching it, though. I was a little kid and I was at my grandma’s house and she got out an umbrella so we could dance along to it. :D

6. My favorite tree would have to be the Rainbow Eucalyptus: 

I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees, you’ll be obsessed with all my forest expertise! (Sorry that was a Dear Evan Hansen reference) (I’m not even that big of a fan of the musical, that line just popped into my head right now) (Although Sincerely Me is sincerely a bop in my opinion.) (Dang that was off topic, where was I?) 

AH, yes. TREES!

I just-look at its colors. Asfshdjkds. I kinda want one tbh. Ok, fine, I really want one. The only issue is that they live in tropical climates and I DON’T live in a tropical climate so it probably wouldn’t do too well if I were to plant one here. Oh well. At least the internet exists so I can admire them from afar.

Here’s the wikipedia article on them if you want to learn more: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eucalyptus_deglupta

7. First of all, can I just say that I LOVE THE IDEA OF SPACE MYTHOLOGY. That’s brilliant. And you’re absolutely correct. Why isn’t that a thing? THAT SHOULD BE A THING!!!! (Side question: do you mind if I use your space dragon idea in that Existential Crisis: The Musical that I’m sort of on a hiatus of writing? Like that,,,, is such a cool idea. The musical mostly takes place in outer space btw. Also if I do use it I’ll be sure to credit you! Even though I’m not actually planning on getting the musical published anywhere any time soon. Side-side question: should I credit you as “Mysterious Anonymous Tumblr User L” or something else? Side-side-side question: I actually forgot what I was going to type here but “side-side-side” is fun to say. OK I JUST REMEMBERED. Actually I just forgot again. Goshdarn adhd. OH I REMEMBERED AGAIN. Would you like to hear what my musical is about in a future letter? That is all.)

Dang i just went off on a tangent there (This is what it’s like when my adhd medication has worn off). What was question #7 even supposed to be?

*checks previous letter* Oh, to go on a rant of any sort. I think I just kind of did that on accident. Whoops. (Sorry you had to read my stream-of-consciousness ramblings about whatever the heck that was.)

ANYWAYS, I liked your space dragon idea so much that i drew this picture based on it, here you go:

sorry the camera quality is really bad lol. I tried (and failed) to make the dragon look galaxy-printed if that makes any sense. 

But dude- space mythology is my new favorite thing now.

8. My current favorite pair of socks are a pair I have that are fluffy with unicorns on them.

9. I haven’t been in public lately either lol. But congratulations on your writing goal! That’s a lot of words! :D

Brookies are, in fact, amazing.

Now for some new questions!

1. Since you mentioned previously that you liked Unnus Annus, and since I basically missed out on most of it, what happened in some of your favorite episodes?

2. Do you think reality is a simulation?

3. Do you have any cool random facts about anything? (it can be about LITERALLY anything. I like any and all cool random facts.)

4. Do you know what your hogwarts house is?

5. Do you have a motto of any sort?

6. Am I allowed to guess who you are, or should I wait for you to tell me? (I’m fine waiting, it’s just that I have a few guesses already)

7. Would you like to read my horrible Star Trek crack fanfiction.

8. Semi-Philosophical Question Time: How would you define freedom?

That is all! Thank you for continuing to write/read these letters. I look forward to them every day! To quote another musical, “Now my life gets better every letter that you write me!” (Sorry if that was dumb lol, im bad at this)

Yours Truly,

Captain

[kl4us4]

REFORM (Umbrella Academy x Reader)

Request: Umbrella Academy Imagine. Imagine the reader has a power she can’t control, molecular immobilization/acceleration/combustion. Basically a fancy way of saying she can freeze people/objects, time (immobilization) and can make an object or person blow up. She’s afraid of part of her power. If you need an idea of this her power is what Piper has in charmed

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“No, don’t come near me!” You shout to the group of masked vigilantes. “Please, I don’t want to hurt you!” You’re cowering in the corner, hands tucked behind your back as you cry. Hard.

The alleyway is dark but the light coming from the street illuminates the group of people heading your way. The same light lets them see the blood sprinkled on every inch of you, dripping down your face and hands as you shake.

“It’s okay,” comes a deep voice from an insanely tall man, “We’re here to help you.”

You shake your head, “You can’t! You can’t help me. Y-You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“Judging by the sight of you, we can guess.” Comes another voice, laced with sarcasm and wit. You ignore him, looking down and refusing to lift your hands as though they’re cuffed to the wall.

“Hey,” comes a females voice as she leans down to your level. Her kind face is the last thing you see. “I heard a rumour... that you were exhausted. I heard a rumour that you fell asleep... right... here.”

“No!” You gasp, sitting upright as you wake from a restful sleep. Feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you try to stand up but you’ve woken up too quickly. You’re too dizzy. Everything’s a blur of people trying to calm you down, you being bound to a chair, unable to stand, unable to make sense of anything around you.

“I heard a rumour that you calmed down!” Steady breath. Calm air. Your muscles relax and you’re able to gaze at the people around you. “S-Stop doing that!” You shout at the girl watching you with pity in her eyes.

“We needed to get you here safely.” She replies, holding back a sigh as she stands back with the other people. They’re an odd bunch. One child who seems to have a permanent scowl on his face. Two muscley men who share a glare with one another before looking back to you. One pale girl who watches you from afar, and one tall but lanky man who sits cross-legged just eyeing you.

Leaning forward slightly, you frown. “I’m not an animal in a cage.” You spit, “Stop staring at me.”

The man raises his hands, “Hey now, don’t freeze me!”

“Don’t be a dick, Klaus.” One of the muscley men state, taking a step towards you and smiling.

Your first instinct is to cower away but you can’t. Your hands are tied behind your back. “Don’t come near me,” you beg breathlessly, wary in your eyes, “Please.”

“It’s alright.” His voice is deep, “What’s your name?” He asks. You clench your jaw, not sure if you should tell them anything about you. What if they think you’re too dangerous to be let free? “My names Diego. These are my brothers and sisters.” Diego looks around to each of them, urging them to introduce themselves. “We all have different powers, just like you.”

The girl you first saw gives you a nod, “I’m Allison. You know what I can do. Mind control.”

“Luther Hargreeves...” the other muscley one states, awkwardly, “I, uh, I have super strength.”

The kid speaks up, “Five. Teleportation and time travel.”

“Why are you so young?” You narrow your eyes at him, noticing how his siblings seem to be upwards of 25 years old. Yet this kid hasn’t even hit puberty yet.

He smirks, keeping his eyes on yours as he replies. “I’m the oldest one here. And the smartest.”

“Well,” announces Klaus, standing and walking towards you but you don’t feel threatened by him, “I’m the prettiest. Klaus, I see dead people.” He jokes sarcastically, looking you up and down, “I’d shake your hand but...”

You almost roll your eyes as you stare up at the man with an amused expression on his face. But another voice, much quieter, breaks your focus. “My names Vanya.”

You tilt your head, “And?” You ask, waiting for hr powrs.

“I’m ordinary.”

Watching how she avoids your eye contact, a smile grows on your features. “No ones ever ordinary.” You admit, tlling hr what you know to bw truw. Vanya gives you a smile before looking down again. 

“Look,” Diego states, taking a deep breath, “We know you’re dangerous.” 

“Then you know you can’t keep me here forever,” you reply, swallowing the lump in your throat, “It’s not safe for any of you.” 

“Is that a threat?” Luther frowns. 

“It’s a warning, dipshit.” Five states, rolling his eyes at his try-hard vigilante brother, “She can’t control her powers, that’s why she’s so shaken up.”  

“I can’t control mine either, doesn’t mean I should be handcuffed.” 

Allison folds her arms, “You can’t freeze or blow people up with a gesture of your hand.” 

“Unfortunately.” Klaus sighs, gazing off into the distance, “If only...”

“Everyone shut up,” Five rolls his eyes angrily, making Diego hold back a sigh. This kid thinks he’s better than everyone, “You don’t understand the gravity of the situation. She’s too powerful for her own good unless she learns to control her powers.”

Diego looks down at Five, “How do you suggest we do that?”

“Well,” Five shrugs, placing his hands in his pockets, “How did any of us train?”

Klaus stares at the ground, haunted by the memories of the mausoleum. He shakes his head, taking in a deep breath and already planning his next drug deal. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Klaus states honestly.

Vanya feels like she could leave the room and it wouldn’t matter. What would she really be contributing to the conversation? She remains silent.

Luther furrows his eyebrows, remembering how Reginald taught him to always make the tough but right choices. Like a leader. “No,” he announces after Klaus, “She’s too dangerous. Until we know she’s not a threat to our lives, we need to keep her here... maybe locked away. I don’t know.”

Allison pauses, acknowledging how Reginald helped her use her powers to her full potential. But he never taught her when to stop using them. “He’s right.” She nods in agreement, “She won’t be able to control them straight away. Until then, we should keep her here.”

Diego doesn’t even think of Reginald. He thinks of Grace; how she taught him to always envision his goals, to think them into existence. “If we could do it, why can’t she?”

“She’s older than we were when we learnt.” Allison states, looking towards Diego after sharing a look with Luther, “That might make it harder for her to control it.”

“Yeah because children are more in control of their actions and emotions than adults.” Klaus scoffs, frowning at his sister.

Luther glances to him from the side, “I thought you didn’t want to train her.”

Klaus shakes his head, “Not like we were trained. Better. And not locked up like...” he shares a look with you, giving you a small smirk, “not caged like an animal.”

You can feel the calm aura from Allison’s mind control wear off and your heart begins to beat quicker. Klaus looks to Vanya for agreement, “Right?”

The girl looks shocked to even be asked but then she nods, “Right.”

Luther sighs, looking towards Five, “And what do you suggest?”

Five paces slowly, thinking intensely before locking eyes with you. “Maybe it’s time to reform The Umbrella Academy...”

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