#Umbrella academy season 2

[pumpkin-cake]

hi this request isn’t for S4 i hope that’s ok!

but takes place in s2 where five strands everyone?

his spouse gets stranded a year and a bit before he gets there

and they made a career for themselves as a singer? maybe they have some sort of siren power or they are just naturally talented !?

but he finds them on a billboard or something that says where they will be performing next and they have a reunion where the reader has a love hate reaction to seeing him?!

sorry if this is a lot!!!

totally okay! i like all the other seasons better than 4 anyway lmao- this is actually an idea i have for my upcoming reboot of a five story i'd written, so i'm excited to sort of test it out! this turned out a bit more fem reader coded, but no she/her pronouns are used last i checked.

also my swiftie is coming out for this story, sorry to all you non-swifties ;-;

divider credited to @cafekitsune (lmk if you'd like me to remove it or anything of the sort!)

warnings: taylor swift (i love her actually but some people don't so)

The last thing you remembered was holding hands tightly with Five, and then he was ripped from your grasp, and you were falling ass first into an alleyway. Where did he go? Where were the others?

"Five..?!" You cried, hurrying out of the alleyway and bumping into somebody, who glared at you and walked off. You looked around and spotted a newspaper box, and you were over there before you could think. Your eyes scanned the paper. Year, year, what year was it?!

1960.

The sixties?! What the fuck?! All you could do was drop the newspaper to the floor, collapsing against the building wall beside you. You were the only one there. Some of your found-family wasn't even here yet, you'd imagine. There had to be some kind of time frame. You felt bad for whoever was put the farthest. Were you put the furthest in the past? What if you were super old by the time you found everyone again?! Well, you are already old, but what if you looked like it?!

All you could do was wait. You knew Five, he'd stop at nothing to save you and his family.

Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly anywhere to go. You looked pretty young and had no identification. You were wearing strange clothes, you didn't fit in. This felt like the apocalypse in a way, loads better obviously, but being alone? The worst feeling.

You had to stealth around, stealing and pilfering where you could. Sitting in alleys in the rain, starving. That was until you were dumpster diving behind some sort of bar. The heavy door creaked open and you froze inside the green box.

"Them damn raccoons again." A heavy southern accent was muffled to you, but you could tell it was a woman. You heard heels clicking on the ground and the dumpster opened and a broom whacked you in the head.

"Ouch!!!"

"Oh my heavens, yer a person!!!" The woman exclaimed, dropping the broom with a clatter. She reached over and helped you out of the trash, her nose crinkling. The woman was wearing a scantily clad flapper dress, a cute headpiece adorning her blonde hair. "What're ya doin' inside the trash, sweetie?" She asked with worry, brushing some garbage off you like it was nothing.

"Uh...I'm so sorry, I can go." You apologized, ready to get out before she called the cops like everyone else.

"Oh no, baby, no. Here, you come in, we'll getcha somethin' to eat." She assured you, ushering you inside. Some other women (and some men) that were dressed similarly didn't seem to mind. "Most of us here, came from poor too, we'll take ya in." She smiled, taking you to the back and providing you with a meal.

"Thank you...." You said, completely shocked at her kindess.

"Oh! Right, my name's Jess, nice to meetcha." She cooed politely, and you gave her your name through bites of food, making her giggle. "Tell me, sweetie, can ya sing? Dance? Anything of the sort?"

You paused. A golden opportunity was just presented to you. 1960. Some of your favorite artists haven't even been born yet. Not to mention your power dealt with your voice, similar to Allison's. You were frequently named The Siren in Umbrella Academy material. And, you didn't have any stigma to using it like Allison did.

"I write songs." You blurted, and a wide smile came across her face.

"Do ya?! Oh, you'll have to show Bruce then. He's the owner of the place." She hummed, and soon you were cleaned up and sitting in a private room on a nice sofa with a guitar in front of a sleazy looking man who looked like he'd run some kind of club with sexy women around to exploit.

"Alright, sweetheart. Show me whatcha got." He said, a fat cigar between his greasy looking fingers.

You took a deep breath. "Um...so...this song is called...." Shit, you had to think. You didn't have much time to come up with the song to sing. You had to pick a song that was popular in the modern era, maybe it would be good here too? But maybe you should stick to country. You were in Dallas, Texas after all. Not to mention you'd need to change some words if needed.

"C'mon, don't have all day." Bruce took a puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke into your face.

"Um. It's called...Mean." You blurted, and began to strum the guitar. Taylor Swift had been a hit as a country singer, this was a good idea in your mind. You were careful to control your power, and also make it believable. A southern accent and changing the word 'football' into 'baseball'.

As you sang, Bruce stopped focusing on his cigar and was completely focused on you and the shitty guitar you managed to make sound so good.

You finished the song and had a job immediately, with a small lie that you were 18. No liquor, but you could have beer! Thus began your career in that small club, becoming friends with the women who worked there. Soon enough you had the money for a small apartment. You despised the creepy looks men at the club gave you. All you could think of to continue was Five. He'd find you, right? Surely!

But after years? It was tiring. Dancing in sexy outfits in front of men with cigars, smoke and alcohol filling the air. The harsh lights on you while you had to make acoustic country covers of Taylor Swift songs. The more sexual songs like 'Dress' and 'Don't Blame Me' were your least favorite. You'd just have to withstand it. For days. And days. And days. And weeks. And years.

Five crashed into Dallas after witnessing the second apocalypse, with his hand empty. He forgot which sibling he'd been holding onto, but he knew he had you in his other hand.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He had hissed to himself, looking around and calling your name desperately. He'd never admit how panicked he currently was, and composed himself immediately upon the meeting of Elliott, some weird nerd.

"Alright, before I do anything." Five walked up to the man, looking up at him with fierceness. "Do you know anything at all about someone by the name of (Y/n) (L/n)." It was more a demand than a question. "If I find out you've been lying, I'll kill you." He threatened.

Elliott cracked immediately, telling Five he'd seen a billboard of that name recently. He didn't listen to music much, but their name was everywhere. Five was instantly gone, and was amazed to see your face on a huge billboard. You? A star? Not that you weren't talented, you absolutely were! You just weren't that kind of person. He asked around and found the club, teleporting in without an issue.

Ordering a drink, he sat as close to the stage as possible. A sleazy man you would absolutely despise walked out with a grin, golden teeth shining under the light as he began to speak. About you. Five clenched the glass of whiskey in his hand. This asshole looked so smug. Like you were his property.

Then you walked out with a shining silver guitar. He felt his breath leave him. "My God..." he hissed under his breath. You were gorgeous. He wasn't a fan of the makeup on your face, red lips and such. But you were glowing, looking so confident in yourself. You started singing 'You Belong With Me' by Taylor Swift, and he understood the situation quick. The folks around were immediately entranced, and it made him sick. You were using your power to reel them in, keep you popular and making money.

Your eyes met his and you faltered for just a moment, but no one else noticed as you kept singing. After the song was over, you gave him a look and walked backstage. Within seconds he was back there, so relieved to finally see you again.

"A singer, huh?" He said with a lopsided smile nobody else in his family got to see. "Not what I expected."

Your face dropped a tad, tears filling your eyes. "That's all you have to say to me?" You asked, and Five panicked. He hurried over and very gently held your face.

"No no, sweetheart, I'm sorry if that came off wrong. I'm so glad to see you." He quickly said, letting you fall into him for an embrace. "How long was I gone for?"

"Three years." You murmured, and he sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm here now. You looked really good up there." He said softly. He decided to not tell you about the upcoming apocalypse. At least, not yet. When everyone was together.

"Thanks." You said with a weak smile, not at all letting go. Last time you let go, you were without him for 3 years. You didn't ever want to let go again.

fuck im sorry that ending was so rushed, but if it wasn't i wouldn't have had this out

[ethan-nestor-owns-my-heart]

The last thing Ben ever did in both timelines (umbrella and sparrow ben) was to save Viktor's life at the expense of his own and I think that's beautiful.

And the flashback scene where Viktor was in Ben's room trying on his mask and the fact that Viktor would've been waiting at home for Ben to return from that mission only for him to never come back and never be able to say goodbye and when Viktor gets the chance to save Ben in S4, Ben sacrifices himself for Viktor and Viktor once again never gets the chance to say goodbye. The Fact that the 2 siblings with the most destructive siblings were the quietest and most timid (umbrella ben at least). They are my favourite brothers and I will never forgive them for not giving sparrow Ben a proper goodbye.

[thehargreevesfamily]

The hair made a difference

[n1ght-l0ck]

AJ Carmichael !! In the middle of watching Umbrella Academy, and I really like it so far :p

Thought this random character had a really cool design lolol

[rebelumbrella46]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY - Theory Time!

I came up with a plot line for season 4, and it goes like this...

We know that the girl on the bike is a metaphor for God. So what if she's causing the apocalypse? What if when she says that Klaus can't stay because he doesn't belong, it's because he has the Marigolds inside, and we know that the Marigolds come from Reginald's world, so maybe Heaven as we know it isn't the place where the creatures from other worlds (not humans) can go after dying, and that's why Klaus ends up in the Void instead of Heaven. We never see Klaus meeting Ben on the other side, and when he talks to Reginald in S1, it's the little girl who points him in another direction (probably away from heaven) and the girl isn't really sure if she made Klaus, she says "I made everything so I must have made to you too" maybe she can feel that there is something inhuman about Klaus and that's why she doesn't like him. I mean, all the "I don't like you so I won't let you go to heaven" It seems a bit drastic, when you realize that Klaus isn't that bad of a person, apart from drug addiction and the “troublemaker” part.

So the plot goes like this: it's not really Viktor that causes the apocalypse, it's God, but... because of Reginald. 

She knows that someone has come along and created an imbalance in the world she created, therefore, "You're not supposed to be here," she keeps saying. "You can't stay." Or if you don't want to say that it’s God doing, you can say that the apocalypse is happening because of all of them, because of Reginald coming to earth and because of the Umbrellas and Sparrows having the Marigold when they were supposed to be normal children.

If this is the case, then ending the show like it ended in S3, with them without powers, and just living a normal life, no powers, no apocalypse, and just them as a family, going on with their lives, would have been perfect. But since that was the ending of the last season, and it's not (or at least I hope they don't re-use it) going to be the same ending. I think they'll get their powers back.

So if Klaus dies again, which is very possible, and he regains his powers. i think he could come back and that, coupled with Reginald's domination of this world, could trigger another apocalypse (especially if Klaus wants revenge, after last season's betrayal). All of this could result in the siblings getting their powers back and realizing that for the world to be safe, they can't be together.

And Five will have to divide them into timelines. 

For example: Sloane and Luther could stay in the present but maybe not on the earth, maybe they’d decide to go to the Moon together. Allison wouldn't care as long as she has Ray and Claire. Diego and Lila could go to the 80s. Viktor could ask to go back to Sissy and Harlan in the 60s. 

I don’t know where Ben and Klaus would go, but I would like them to stick together. And Five would definitely go way back in time, since we know that the Commission's quarters are located in 1950.

So that would be the end of the show. The siblings say their goodbyes and then get scattered through time. Only maybe when the timeline intersects, they would check on each other, make sure they're okay, but never get all together again.

 And Five grows old, watching them from the Commission Switchboard, watching them live their lives, and is glad to see them happy. He has done a good job. The world is safe. He was a good brother. And maybe in the way, he found a partner, named Dolores (real human)

But even if they all had the life they wanted, they still miss each other. And will forever do. 

[allzelemonz]

Domesticality?: Axel the Swede X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request; fluff with Axel Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: tooth rot, mention of Axel's totally legal job, no dialogue because all he uses is body language, short fic Summary: When Axel doesn't have work he's a lot sweet than people may think

Axel strikes absolutely no one as the type to settle down. Which is why he didn’t. He just catches these little moments of married domestic bliss that he will sometimes forget that he is a trained assassin. Moments when you’re making dinner or just sitting and watching TV together are moments he often will drift off from his true reality and no one is ever the wiser.

In this moment he has his head lulled back on the couch, sitting comfortably with his arms stretched out and his legs spread comfortably. You’re sitting next to him, eyes fixed on the TV as it plays some nonsense Oscar recommended. The only reason you ended up watching it was because when you asked Otto if it was good he gave a small shrug in response, high praise coming from Otto especially since he was busy with the cats at the time.

You do glance at Axel on occasion, just to see if he’s moved or if he’s paying some sliver of attention. He is never paying attention, not to the TV. Sometimes you’ll catch his eye lingering over towards you as a smile comes over his face, but nothing more. You know that when the movie is over he’ll lean over and give you a kiss on the head before pulling you along to go to bed.

He’s become a creature of habit in this house. Not that you mind, it’s rather sweet to see the stone melt away when he doesn’t have a mission for a few days. Sometimes his routine is broken when his brothers come over, but he adepts into a sort of contingency routine.

The credits roll across the screen and you wait for your prediction to come true. Axel picks his head up and leans forward, bringing his arm to rest around you as he gently leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your head. For a moment he rests his head against yours, sending those silent messages he always does that you learned to read from his body language over time. You return the pressure, resting your head against his and he sighs, giving you another kiss, this time on the cheek, before standing and offering you his hand.

You accept the gesture and follow him as he leads you to the bedroom and pulls you down with him. He pushes the covers aside and you climb in with him, following his movements as he wraps his arms around you tightly and press the occasional kiss somewhere on your skin as you drift to sleep.

[hvnweeps]

Thinking about how in season 2, everyone managed to just. . . forget about each other, heavy on Five. I'm glad Diego at least acknowledged the fact Five was coming back but that isn't in a comforting way. They all got a break in some way while that poor boy just got a rough 2 weeks and nobody really cared or paid attention to him. And if Diego hadn't gone to that mental asylum, he would've most likely not paid attention to Five's existence either. . . Give my comfort character a break. 💀

[emqos]

S2 Klaus has always given me a “cool dad who lets you have your friends over to drink and buys you alcohol, then lets you smoke with him and drives you to Waffle House at 3 am in the morning to quell the munchies”

kinda vibe....

[miraclea-cat]

Better times ...

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

The fact that the writers gave Allison a (well deserved) civil rights arc in S2 and showed how badly 60s racism affected her yet ignored that for Lila and Diego, two brown people who were in a 60s mental asylum, is absolutely fucking insane to me. How fucking delusional do you have to be to not realize how fucked up not only being in a 60s mental asylum would be, but as a person for color - bc yes, both Lila and Diego are also people of color (even if the show keeps forgetting it ig) and I’m so pissed they never got their own storylines on that.

[thehargreevesfamily]

My personal opinion. I liked all the seasons though.

[krystalalinawinters]

Hit 743 hits on my Umbrella Academy fanfic :)

[partashiolgy]

how the TUA actors must’ve been reading that fuck ass script

[nixotene]

“Even the janitors are complaining!” Loving the fact that Diego couldn’t sit through more than 5 minutes of orientation yet still took the time to listen to the workers, even the custodial staff

He truly is a man of the people

[weird-little-book-lover]

Does anyone else know what I'm talking about here?