#Tom x Allison

[awful-little-goose]

I was really proud of the last doodle I made with Sammy, Malice and the Projectionist running in a little line (a little team I lovingly dubbed "The Terrible Trio" <3) so I felt like drawing the other little teams of the studio hehe Calling this litte series the "everyone's here!"

[nikcaday]

eepy

[clonedchaos]

𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰- 𝔇𝔞𝔶 5: 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰

Summary:

Thomas hated keeping secrets from Allison. But maybe this one was for the best.

Rating: G/PG

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The ink was beginning to seep through the cracks. Thomas was having to spend hours a day patching the holes and restructuring pipes. It was practically all he did these days. The ink machine required his persistent attention if it was ever going to work. 

As the days went on, he was starting to grow more and more uncertain. What Mr. Drew wanted was nothing short of a miracle. He was a mere humble engineer, not a magician. Yet of course, he got stuck trying to make this impossible task come to fruition. Just his luck.

He muttered under his breath, wiped the sweat from his brow, and reached for the wrench. Looked like another bolt had gotten lose under the pressure overloading the pipes. Just another problem he needed to work around.

There came a soft knock from behind. Thomas looked over his shoulder to find Allison standing below the doorway. Her blonde curls cascaded around her shoulders, perfectly complimenting her soft features, rosy cheeks, and subtle makeup. Despite the goings on of the studio, her white and blue buttoned up dress remained as pristine as when she had ironed out its imperfections the morning of.

"You're still here? Most of the studio have already departed for the night," she announced in velvety cadence. She stepped into the room and carefully skirted the edges of some ink puddles scattered across the floor. 

"What about it?" He replied back gruffly, turning his attention back toward the machine. "Why aren't you home yet? You should be resting."

"I could say the same for you, Tom," Allison replied shortly, never losing that light tone. Thomas sighed. He knew where this conversation was going to go. He fetched the wrench and begun to tighten the bolt. His fingers grew slick with ink, making it harder to properly grip the screw. Exhaustion mixed with frustration, and he finally dropped the wrench with a scowl.

"Tom," Allison was suddenly beside him. Her hand touched his shoulder, causing him to involuntarily relax at the contact. "Maybe you should take a break. Mr. Drew wouldn't want you working yourself to death."

Thomas snorted in faux amusement. That wasn't remotely close to the true. The deadline to get the machine done kept changing. No matter how many roadblocks he hit, Mr. Drew always kept pushing and pushing. He never listened to him. He was too blinded by his own vision.

Allison didn't need to know that. As far as she knew, this was just an invention to help the animator's get ink more efficiently from their work desks. Only Joey, Thomas, and the Gent corporation knew it went so much deeper than that...

"I mean it, Tom," Allison continued, her conviction hardening. "Aren't you tired?"

"I've had several overtime shifts. I'm alright."

"What about sleep?"

"I get five hours at least."

"Have you been eating?"

"Enough."

"Tom." Allison's tone had lost all its previous composure. "I'm worried about you! You need to start taking care of yourself."

His shoulders sagged. He was tired. He was starving. He was fed up. Of course she would've picked up on it eventually.

Her brows softened. She reached over and wiped a smudge of ink from his cheek with a petite, gloved hand. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried. What's so important that you work yourself to the bone? That's all I ask?"

Thomas leaned into her touch. It would be far simpler if he could unclog the pipe and let the ink flow, so to speak. But messing with the confines of science and technology was something he didn't want to drag her into.

"I just want to get this machine to finally work. It's been a thorn in my side ever since Mr. Drew hired me," He grumbled lowly. "Every day, something in this studio goes wrong. And I have to be the one to fix it."

"There's a lot of weight on your shoulders, dear. You deserve to have a break," Allison replied, reaching out with her other hand to pat the brass machine. A hollow echo gently bounced off the walls. "I'm sure your friend here won't mind if we go out."

Thomas blinked. "Go out?"

Allison smiled. "Why, yes. Why don't we head to the cinema? It would give you proper time to unwind and settle before you get some well-deserved rest. It could do you some good."

Thomas glanced over towards the ink machine. It was silent, inanimate. But it had a certain draw to it that Thomas couldn't quite put his finger on.

"I don't know, Allie..." He muttered hesitantly.

"Well, I will decide for us then," Allison smirked with a flourish and rose to her feet. "I'll go freshen up, and you can finish here. I'll meet you at the cinema uptown in an hour."

"Allison..." Thomas began with a sigh.

Allison was already halfway towards the door. She spun on her heel underneath the doorway, excitement practically radiating off her. "One hour. Don't keep me waiting," She chirped exuberantly. Then, she was gone.

Thomas murmured to himself as the weight of his responsibilities pressed in on him in her absence. He wouldn't keep her waiting. Never. Before then, he needed to get that bolt tightened.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Tom x Alison?

Sure!

🔧🎙️ I love them.

🔧🎙️ Allison can carry Tom, Tom can carry Allison.

🔧🎙️ Tom loves dogs :)

🔧🎙️ Tom wants kids :(

🔧🎙️ Allison does too, Tom's just the more vocal one about it.

🔧🎙️ Allison has hidden Tom's tools on the weekends. Tom doesn't need to work on the weekends. This is why Allison does this.

🔧🎙️ Sometimes, Tom will pull Allison into his lap to nap together. She has no real say in the matter.

🔧🎙️ She...tries to not pay attention to anything he mumbles while he's asleep...no matter how concerning it may be...if it really worries her, she'll bring it up later.

🔧🎙️ Allison has met Steve before! She likes him, thinks he's very sweet :)

🔧🎙️ She WILL make Tom lunches!!! This is a threat!!!

🔧🎙️ Tom buys Allison sweaters <3

🔧🎙️ They still go on dates fairly often!!!

🔧🎙️ Tom tries to dress up as best he can for them, but sometimes he's just too tired to :(

[real-godzekiel]

finsihed watching batdr gameplay

allison and tom's healthy t4t vs sammy and susie's unhinged t4t

everything i say is right

[studioshenanigans]

Happy pride month from ask-joey-drew-studios!! Remember that you are valid, you are beautiful, and that there is a community full of people who'll gladly take you under their wing when nobody else will! Stay safe gays!!! ^^

[that-one-cat-meow]

So last time I show you ships that I don't like, so now I will show you mah favourite ships! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

BENDY X SAMMY (not mine art)

For me this ship is PERFECT

You can say that Bendy hurt Sammy and etc.

But I just LOVE IT!

Sammy was always loyal to his lord, and Bendy finally see that his prophet love him UwU

1000000/10

BENDY X INK DEMON (art still not mine)

You are very lucky if you find ANYTHING about this ship. Whether it's fanart or a story (good luck finding that), there's very little of it because a lot of people think it's the same person. I think differently - and I stick to it

10/10

BORIS X ALICE (nah, still not mine)

FINE. Told me that Alice want to kill Boris, BUT I STILL WILL LOVE THIS SHIP!!!

9/10

TOM X ALLISON (nope)

Don't tell me you don't know this one! I saw this ship already in game, so there's A LOT of fanarts in internet!

9/10

INK DEMON X AUDREY (not mine but beautyfull)

Tell me I'm crazy. Tell me I'm dumb. Tell me that they are siblings. TELL ME THAT THEY HATE EACH OTHER.

My answer is: DON'T CARE. DIDN'T ASK. PLUS - THIS SHIP IS THE FUTURE, TRUST ME

9/10

HOPE YOU LIKE IT! And please don't hate me - I told you that I like most unpopular ships ;v;

[laurrelise]

“five and lila actually make total sense” “all these fake fans just don’t understand” “the writers have been planning this since lila was introduced”

my honest reaction:

[fishymom-art]

Told you this man is now mine lol

His name is Silver hehe uvu

and also he's gay with Sammy coz of course he is

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

I couldn't have done it without you, Lex

[xtraordinaryfangrl]

S3 Allison Hargreeves is NOT Canon!

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I finally bit the bullet and watched Episode 5 of TUA S3 - the episode where Allison borderline SA’s Luther and I have no idea what the writers were thinking when they wrote that into the script.

Actually, no, that’s the problem! They weren’t thinking!

Up until that point, I was genuinely enjoying this season. The Sparrows were annoying but intriguing characters. The Diego and Stanley dynamic was everything and seeing him as a legit father in the final season will break my heart. I loved Viktor (or V, as I affectionately call them) and his transition as well as everybody’s reaction. Especially Allison’s, and her comradery with him in those first few episodes made me feel things. BITTERSWEET THINGS. Their relationship has always been so interesting to watch and I’ve grown fond of them as a duo despite the tension and angst they’ve displayed throughout the show.

I felt the desperation Allison had to get her daughter back, the way it boiled and bubbled up to rage. I understood her motive and empathized with her pain, even agreed with her and the rest of the Hargreeves pack on the Harlan situation. I could see her delving deeper into her “Wandavison Era” and I was ready to side with her on everything, then THAT scene happened.

Her relationship with Luther always creeped me out because of their romantic history. They were raised together before they got together and called the same man father - which is just another weird layer to the incest trope. She forces him to kiss her when she could have just… threatened to rumor him? Or at the very least show she could still control one thing at that moment by making him stand still?? That would have driven her point across just fine, WITHOUT Jedi mind-tricking a non-consensual sexcapade???

What’s worse about Allison’s character assassination is that she most likely doesn’t see anything wrong with what she did, and neither does Luther because like the doe-eyed himbo he is - he immediately skips off to see Sloan as if he’s the male lead in some early 2000s rom-com! They didn’t see an issue with what happened because the writers didn’t see an issue, and that’s MY issue with this.

Nowadays, no matter how a story is told, everything is up to the audience’s interpretation. But sexual manipulation, depression, and other important topics that real people experience should not be treated as an ambiguous “oh it can be taken multiple ways” plot point.

If St*ve Bl*ckman or whoever mapped out Allison’s S3 journey was a competent screenwriter, they would have refocused her contempt on The Sparrows. And if they REALLY wanted to make her past with Luther a central point, they could have put her “you’re blowing me off for some knockoff you’ve known for five minutes?” line to good use by making Sloan her target instead of Harlan.

—

I don’t know. This was a whole rant and maybe none of it makes sense. But aside from the few good things to come from S3 (such as V coming out as trans and Diego/Lila pre-parenthood shenanigans), nothing else happens. Any “canon storyline” after S2 is an acid-laced fever dream as far I’m concerned.

[reanimationstation]

maybe i forgot joeys mustache in the first one. you saw nothing. n e ways have some more of the non ink pony designs <3

[rosetyler42]

More Protective Alice inspired by one of @bltzgore 's protective nonhuman caretaker prompts. Alice scaring off someone from hurting her cousin Alice, along with supportive husband Bendy, concerned Allison, and protective Tom.

@sickfictropes @spicywhumper @lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @heartsong1994 @serial-serializednovelreader @howling-nightmare @sammy-lawrence-my-beloved @thedopedemon @thedemonsurfer @thedobermutt

Inspiration:

[sammy-lawrence-child]

BATIM/BATDR ship headcannons????

-i am not doing every single god damn ship so i'm only doing ones that i actually like. Also the BATDR ones are purely what everyone else theorizes or what I think personally about what happens after-

Sammy x Norman:

- Sammy's defiantly a bottom ong

-Norman does most of the cleaning up after se-

-Their first kiss was purely accident, Sammy was facing a different way while Norman was coming over to ask him something. Sammy turned and BLAM they kissed

-Norman towers over Sammy.

-Whenever Sammy tries to tease Norman, he teases him back, making Sammy flustered.

-At first glance Sammy looks like the dom/teasing one and Norman the Sub/easily flustered one. In reality its the complete opposite.

-Neither of them actually confessed. Norman invited Sammy to lunch one day, they had a good time, went for a walk around NY, went to Normans house, kissed, fucked, then boom dating.

-(in machine) Sammy tried to convince Norman to pray to bendy once...it ending in a hour long chase, a little fucking, then Sammy getting killed

-(After BATDR) Norman didnt get his body back cause..idk...so Sammy just carries him on his shoulder or holds him since he can't walk anymore *o^o poor Norman*

Susie x Sammy:

-Susie hinted for the longest time about her liking him, Sammy just thought she was weird

-Their first date was in the recording booth while working after time, their first REAL date was at a nice little dinner.

-Susie once made Sammy a chocolate cake..just for Wally to eat it *not referencing to the game at all*

-Sammy's first kiss with Susie was the day after getting hammered..and still being a little drunk the next day...

-Susie normally wears flats, but when she wears heals she's taller than Sammy by half an inch

-(in machine) Susie once caught Sammy in her domain, so she went out of her way to hunt him down, flirt with him, get things all loving, then stabbed him in the chest, took his mask off, then left. *we love sammy abuse >v<*

-(After BATDR) After Susie got her memories back the first thing she did was kiss Sammy, stab him in the shoulder than go apologize to everyone (Henry, Buddy, 'Allison', ext.)

Henry x Linda:

-Highschool sweethearts ong

-Their first kiss was at night with the NY lights all around them..or underneath a tree getting ready for the fall weather.

-They waited till after marriage to have kids

-Henry proposed to her while on vacation to somewhere that wasnt at JDS or NY

-They had two kids, a boy and a girl *....no i am NOT getting that from a really good comic that you guys should defiantly go read...*

-(in machine) Henry would fiddle with his wedding ring whenever he was sad, nervous or thought about Linda

-(After BATDR) Audrey made an ink version of Linda so that Henry would have his love with him forever

Allison x Thomas:

-They first met after Allison almost face planted into the floor cause she slipped on ink

-Wally set up their first work date. Which was just moving table and chairs to the side then playing music on a record player. Not so romantic but Allison enjoyed it.

-Thomas is actually really quiet, unless it's just him and Allison

-They got married after they got fired from JDS

(Ink clones)

-Alison doesn't mind that Tom can't talk, they actually made up a system for them to talk to each other

(After BATDR)

-Allison and Tom had gotten the memory's of Alison Pedal and Thomas Connor after Audrey took control. So they decided to have their own mini wedding. Which Henry was the priest, Sammy composed music, Alice(Susie)the bridesmaid and Buddy the best man, and Dappers the ring barrier.

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Luther Hargreeves Would Include...

Request: Hello, lovely! I adore your blog and am so sorry to hear about the writer's block. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for dating Luther Hargreeves? I checked your masterlist and I don't believe you've done it before, but if I missed it, please disregard this. I'm sending all the positive thoughts your way! Thank you 💕

Thank you so much kind anon for the lovely words, and I actually cannot believe I haven’t written for space man before! He turned out to be my mum’s favourite in season 3 despite her love for Klaus, which is high praise indeed lmaoo

This is mainly going to cover season one and pre-season one, so if you’d like continuations for each season please do let me know!

This also took quite a while, and I’m nervous to be back aha so any feedback is much appreciated!!

(I do not own the Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @diegodaggers.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Kind of only half joking when I say Luther Hargreeves will only go out with you if you’ve been adopted by Reginald soz Luthie boy but you definitely have a type lmao.

The two of you definitely met for the first time at Griddy’s, when the two of you were around sixteen years old: you were sitting by the window of the corner booth, looking out at the sleeting rain as you worked on your literature assignment and waited for your adoptive mom Agnes to finish glazing donuts for the night. You were so heavily concentrated on furiously scribbling your notes that it took your brain a few seconds, and your eyes a few blinks, to realise that a shadow was looming over you. The stifled giggles of the kids you had noticed filling up their usual Friday night spots at the counter when you had wandered on alerted you to the fact that it was probably one of them sent over to make trouble. You were pleasantly surprised, however, to peer up and see the sweet blossom smile of a surprisingly tall boy holding a jam donut in his napkinned hand. 

‘Oh, that’s one of my favourites! Do you mind if I join you? I’ve had enough of being splattered with chocolate sprinkles for one night.’

He turns back slightly to roll his eyes at his siblings, still chattering over their cups of hot cocoa. You tried not to laugh when you spotted one of the boys - the one with his leg haphazardly thrown over the scowling kid’s chair - dunk a marshmallow out of the goop and ping it at said boy’s face. Luther turned back to you just in time to miss the scowling boy throw the last chunk of his donut as his brother’s yelping face with impeccable aim, his smile instead only growing tenfold again as you lifted your legs down from the other cushioned seat and allowed him to scoot in.

He placed his donut between the two of you, uncurling the edges of the napkin and bashfully beckoning at it as if he were inviting you to finish it. For the first time in his life, as he leant over the table with his fists under his hands and all the stars in the universe glowing brightly in his eyes as you talked, he didn’t give an ass about letting his father down. He was too fascinated, too enraptured by you: your openness, your kindness, the way your forehead crinkled and you dipped your head every time you were trying to get your giggles under control. Although he tried desperately not to make you uncomfortable as he followed your every word, he couldn’t help the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth every so often. One by one, the rest of siblings began milling out the door to make the treacherous journey through the storm and back home; Luther would just wave them off, never taking his eyes off of yours. He had found his port here, and for the first time in his life, under the mildew glow of the shop’s hanging lights, he felt normal.

He never wanted it to end.

You’d make a point of stopping by the barriers to their weird, cragged looking sprawl of a mansion if you caught wind that they had ventured into the city on a mission. Managing to butt your way to the front, you squeeze in between a very sweaty looking reporter holding out a microphone, and an incredibly hopeful kid dressed up in their uniform who loomed over the barricade. It took every inch of restraint not to bust out laughing at the leather mission outfit the first time you saw Luther step out in it, but the feeling quickly resided when you peered between a couple of heads and made eye contact with Luther. He seemed to light up immediately: it was almost as if he had been sitting in shadows and the warmth of the sunlight had finally flooded his face as he ran up to you. He immediately locked fingers with your own over the metal, rushing to ask if you were okay and if you were safe, despite being the one staring down the barrel of a gun only twenty minutes ago.

When his father finally tugged him off and snapped his cane at Luther’s heels like he was scolding an uncooperative hound, Luther still turned round to wave at you with each bound up the front door steps. Despite how fervently you were waving back, you didn’t fail to notice the way Allison flicked her hair and rolled her eyes as she walked past you, blocking your view of Luther.

Although he was never fully on board with breaking the rules, even if it was for his ‘soulmate’ as he had so eloquently told Diego (to a fit of snorting laughter), he could live with pretending that you had just magically appeared in the Academy. To try and prove he wasn’t such a love-hating ass, Diego used to haul you up the fire escape and through Klaus’ room, who would smoke a cigarette out his window to keep watch. When you finally reach Luther’s room (after having to quite literally claw Klaus off you as he tried his best to convince you to let him give you a makeover before you ‘go to meet loverboy’), Luther tries his best (bless him) to ‘woo you’ in the way normal teenagers would, should be able to. Sometimes that means he pushes his wardrobe in front of his door to stop his father from coming in, and listening to records (and having to watch his god awful dancing). Although that usually turns into dance parties, with the two of you jumping around the room, Luther grabbing your arms and spinning you around him until it’s interrupted by Klaus and his feather boa landing in the middle of the two of you.

Neither of you have managed to figure out how he got through the door. Luther thinks he can walk through walls, while you swear from the bangs and whimpering noises you can hear from the pipes sometimes that he crawls through the vents to escape the Academy. 

One time, one special time, as soon as you had knocked on his bedroom door Luther had come bounding out. He pressed his long fingers over your eyes and turned your body back round, letting you lean back and rest against his torso as he led you gently up a few flight of stairs. Once you feel a bite of frost scratch at your nose, you finally realise you’re on the roof. With a buoyant ‘voila’ he lifted his hands, allowing you full view of the few wobbly blankets he had stolen from Allison and pitched up in a makeshift fort. Decked out with a few stringed fairy lights, and some sofa pillows, he found himself letting a sigh of relief he didn’t realise he had been holding in when you smiled and clambered into it. As you settled yourself down, it took you a moment to realise that Luther was holding something else in his hand - except for the soda cans he had bartered with Klaus to get. 

You can feel his knee shake and bump where its resting next to yours as he opens up the velvet box and reveals the heart necklace inside, adorned with yours and his initials. His fingers tremble against your pulse point as he clasps it behind your back with a grateful thank you. He swears, as you fiddle with the locket and promise him that you’ll wear it forever, a wave of euphoria washes over him so overwhelmingly that he could fly if he dared to move.

That night is the first time Luther Hargreeves kisses you. For a while, the two of you muddle your way into a clumsy, adolescent kind of affinity. A new kind of understanding, as you manoeuvre yourselves till your lying side by side; his arm is strewn over his stomach, his head resting against the side of yours as he strains his eyes to keep looking over at you. Like, okay, we’ve been lost and confused for a while, but suddenly while I’m with you the strewn fragments of my life suddenly begin to make sense. With tranquillity washing over every relaxed muscle in his body, it takes Luther all of five seconds to decide to interrupt your speaking by hitching up on his elbow and swooping down towards you. For a second, his eyes widen in horror as if he’s finally realised that he’s about to kiss you, and you may run away in revulsion and refuse to ever see him again. With his heart in his throat, he pauses for a second as his nose brushes over the tip of yours, weighing up his decision. The overriding ‘yes, yes, yes’ in his head wins, and he closes his eyes and trusts himself to gently lean down and press his lips tenderly against yours. He’s so soft, so fragile as he pulls back; worry lines his eyes, as if he’s afraid that even with such a delicate pressure his strength has hurt you. It’s only when you tug the lapels of his jacket and let him fall on top of you in a crushing hug that he gets the message that its okay.

And it is. And it will be. Even during the harder days, when seeing you wear that necklace is the only thing that can bring Luther some form of comfort. All those years later, when the two of you have finally grown up - and yet you’re the only one who seems to be well adjusted to living in the real world. The days when you finally have your own flat, your own job, a solid life, and yet you can’t help but still sneak in to see Luther, absolutely devastated that he won’t allow himself to live. But then the accident happens, and he wakes up... and everything feels different, for a while. Still lying on the operating table, you’re thankful for the supportive touch of Grace’s hand on your shoulder as she closes the doors behind her, allowing the two of you the privacy and intimacy you had fought your lives so hard for. You’re roused from where you’re resting, bleary eyed, against his thigh by the slight twitch of his fingers against the side of your locket. At first, you’re confused. But then those same fingers come reaching for your face, and you jump up a few seconds after you feel the back of his cracked knuckles brush against your chin. Even through the veil of tiredness and pain, it breaks your heart to see the concern in those kind eyes as he watches you as intently as he can. You just shake your head and laugh out a sob as you brush over his overgrowing stubble.

Before he’s sent off to the moon, you’re the only person Luther will unlock his bedroom door to see. He spends most of his days with the door barred once more, even asking Grace to leave his breakfasts and dinners outside by the frame. The two of you mainly spend your remaining time together trying your best to huddle up together in his now too small bed: you cradling his head into your chest, and him trying his best to hug you like he used to and letting the wracking sobs overcome him.

When he finally does go, recording video messages about how much he ‘thinks about you constantly’ and ‘loves you more than the whole world’ and how ‘despite how important the mission is for humanity, I’m still counting down the days until I can see you again’ are the only things keeping him sane. That, and the picture of you he strokes his pointer finger against every night before he tries to fall into a restless sleep: the one he made Ben take during your second meeting at Griddy’s. You’re laughing because Luther had just smushed cream into your face, while he has an arm thrown around your shoulder and is too busy smiling down at you to even realise the picture had been taken yet. It’s the only object he owns that he actually cares about, and so he keeps it tucked safely in his breast pocket. 

My man is straight up heartbroken about his father’s death. The one thing that seems to bring him back round is karaoke! You scrounge up and save for a while so you can surprise him at his return with a brand new machine for his room (he only spots it once he’s bear hugged you and spun you around the room, his head buried so deeply against your neck as he breathes you again that he nearly doesn’t see it at all.) You’re thankful that no one else has arrived at the mansion yet, and he’s thankful that he can finally sing without anyone poking fun at him as the two of you spend the night duetting ‘You’re the One that I Want’. When the song ends, he tugs you into his side and dips his chin onto the top of your head, feeling calm and serene and loved for the first time in four years. 

That feeling of peace sadly ends early the next morning when his siblings begin parading back home for the funeral. Suddenly it’s like old times again; they’re all polite to Luther, perhaps a little awkward at the change of him, but they’re all more than glad to see you again. You can tell from the slightly lingering and tight hug Diego leans down to give you, or the way Klaus throws his arms up in the air and squeals when he spots you, before coming and jumping into your arms. Thankfully Luther was lingering behind you and was able to catch the two of you before you skid across the floor. Although he rolled his eyes as he placed Klaus’ feet back onto the floorboards, it’s sweet to know that in some form, his siblings do care. It’s even more obvious by the way they side eye each other each time you grab Luther’s arm to pull him away from a brewing argument with his brother, or when you manage to squidge yourself between him and Diego when you notice them punching a little too close to Ben’s statue for your liking. They’re grateful, in their own ways, to know that the brother they left behind wasn’t alone after all. 

You’ve discovered that the way to bring him back round to himself if he gets all huffy and grumpy is to press kisses all over his face. He kind of paws his hands up as if he’s about to push you off, but he’s peached like a flustered puppy whenever you stop. It doesn’t take long for the pout to come out and for him to grip your wrist and pull you back towards him for a smiling kiss.

Although you tried to be as supportive as you could during his investigation into his father’s monocle... trying to be there for Luther when he discovers that his whole life has been a lie and his dad never really cared about him was rough. He didn’t mean to be so extreme, or so harsh with you, but he pushed everyone away with a heartbroken anger that made you shake with a fury against his family you didn’t think you could feel. You managed to track him down, by the sound of weeping behind the door, to one of the unused bathrooms on the third floor. After a lot of convincing, and some minor threatening, you roped a very frantic looking Diego into picking the door for you. It was hard to swallow your sigh when the door flung open onto the sad scene of Luther trying his best with his clunky limbs to press his knees against his chest. He was just sitting on the floor, cradling himself and crying. You spent a long time that day just sitting down next to him, resting your shin against his like when you were kids to bring him some familiarity, and holding your hand out. You knew that when his hurt, and when his pride had lessened, he would be able to take it. The world seemed so upside down, so different now, but Luther Hargreeves folded into you all the same, collapsing into your side as if you were the only thing the right side up. You try your best to crawl into the side of his coat, and the two of you spend the next couple of hours staying cuddled up against the wall, just holding each other.

Eventually, once a lavender dusk begins to dust over the windowpanes and melts across the tiles, you manage to get Luther out to get some fresh air for a bit. You didn’t go too far considering his current bloodshot eyed-state, but it still broke your heart to realise, as he looked around at the trees and spewing fountains with such wonder, that it was probably the furthest he had been from the house since before the accident. You stop by a bench, thinking the two of you could sit under the milky moonlight for a while before returning to the mayhem, but he surprises you by offering you his hand. With a sorrowful smile, you take it, and allow him to lead your feet on top of his shoes. With the truest smile he’s felt since he left the moon gracing his face at the sight of you tucked up against his chest, he puts his arms tightly around your waist and begins to hum an old love song: one he had listened to on repeat for a whole week after he had first met you, that was now probably collecting dust among the rest of his childhood records. As you slow dance around the pavement, the two of you revel in the knowledge that the world could explode right now, and you would both be content knowing you would go from this world safe in each other’s arms.