#allurfavesrtrans

[seancetm]

It had been many years and Dave watching Klaus live his life, even occasionally die. Klaus had been an old man, though - and it seemed that God had finally decided he could die for good. When Klaus' spirit left the mortal plane, Dave was waiting - a warm, sad smile present on his forever young features. "Hi, beautiful." (Joke's on you I made it sweet)

Finally.

Klaus had never really considered himself the suicidal sort, not one to long for death having spent much of his young life cowering away from it. Yet here he was, relief washing over him like warm water, cleansing away the past mistakes and leaving him feeling refreshed. Ten times he’d died, and ten times he’d been rejected, sent crashing back to Earth to continue disappointing those he loved. To continue fucking up, trying to get sober and failing. He’d managed it for a time, almost two years he’d maintained a steady sobriety. Then Diego had died, and it had all gone to shit. Now, on his eleventh death, it seemed God had taken pity on his wretched soul.

He’d been old when he died, hooked up to machinery in a hospital chock full of the dead, but fortunately... he’d been pumped full of a cocktail of drugs, blind to their spectral presence. He’d been old. So when he saw Dave, emotion threatening to choke him, he was understandably shocked when a decidedly not wrinkled hand reached out to him.

“...What...?”

A watery smile quivered at his lips and Klaus looked up, wide green eyes swimming with tears as he took a few stumbling steps forward, almost falling into Dave’s arms and pressing his face into the other mans chest. Inhaling deeply, Klaus took in all of Dave; his scent, his heat, the feel of his skin, his muscles beneath trembling hands. He was here... they were both here.

“Dave...”

They had a second chance.

[seancetm-a]

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let me go. ❜ ( :) Ghost!Dave)

It had been torture, not being able to see Dave. Knowing that his only use in life was to see and commune with the dead and not being able to see the one he wanted to see. Ben had been a comfort, as always, encouraging him to stay sober, sticking by his side no matter what Klaus said or did and then finally, finally... Dave had appeared to him. For a while things had been good, Klaus had settled into a routine, had managed to stay clean for the first time since he was young. He’d even got a job, found a place to live... things were going well.

Until Dave got it into his spectral brain that Klaus needed to move on.

The moment the words left his lovers lips, Klaus had stiffened at the counter. Ben had quietly excused himself (to whatever plane of existence he hung out at when Klaus wasn’t sober enough,) and left the two of them to talk it out. Fingers curling tight into the rag he’d been using to clean - responsibility, another new thing Dave had helped him embrace - Klaus glared at the tiles opposite him, not speaking for a moment. He couldn’t ... wouldn’t move on. Dave was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It had taken a god damn warzone from the past for Klaus to find the love of his life, and he wasn’t about to let him go.

Who else could love him like Dave did? Who else could see him at his absolute worst and smile that god damn beautiful, gentle smile and help him? Nobody. Klaus had grown up thinking he was unlovable, forgettable, a liability and then Dave had blown all that thinking out of the ground like a fucking grenade and here he was trying to tell him to let it all go and move on.

Finally, he threw the rag down and whipped around, wide green eyes settled on Dave like a wild animal; cornered, frightened, angry. Two steps were taken forward to close the gap between them and, if he weren’t afraid that his hand would simply pass through his lover like so much smoke- Klaus would have shoved him. Instead, he let his hands hover just in front of the man, trembling, fighting back the angry tears that threatened to brew.

“No. You can’t- you can’t just expect me to- we’ve got it good right now. It’s only like that because of you and I can’t... I won’t... No.”

[afaroffadventure-aa]

@allurfavesrtrans liked for a starter !!

    “You didn’t have to do that, I would have been fine.” She had ordered the guard to teach her to defend herself, but Catherine couldn’t have gotten too close, not when she knew that she was pregnant again. “But perhaps you’ll teach me to wield a knife like that.”

[imgonnashoottothrill]

@allurfavesrtrans

“You must be Luther. I’m Ben’s dad, Dean. He’s told me so much about you, but he didn’t tell me you were so tall. You put my little brother to shame,” he greeted, offering a hand to the young man.

He was, of course, familiar with The Umbrella Academy, as most were across the US, but he’d been more concerned with raising Ben and making sure he wasn’t being used like those seven kids were. Power was a gift, not a commodity.

[ofinfiniteuniversesa]

@allurfavesrtrans (Gabriel)

“Yes I could bring them here. But don’t you think they’ve earned their rest after all these years?”

[youburyit]

@allurfavesrtrans cont.

“I think so too, no offense, but douche bags flock together apparently.”

[krakentm]

allurfavesrtrans

replied to your post:

The Hargreeves siblings are all 0-, making them...

Would make sense why they all offered to donate. I like this hc!

Thank you! (Also idk if people have noticed but Five also offers! Poor Five too smol to give the amount that Allison needed)

[scldsouls]

      if the boy wasn’t standing right in front of her, Madani would say that it was impossible. Frank’s family was shot, murdered in cold blood, and yet she learned that both of his kids had survived. what was it with people staying alive in this town and pretend they were dead? too many cases were piling up in her mind, same as in her desk, with an insane amount of DOUBTS and questions that she herself didn’t have. but perhaps the tide was about to turn in her favor, now that she had learned that the kid she saw in the hospital was his son. 

      ❝ listen, I know this might seem like... OVERWHELMING to you, but it’s also for me you know? ❞ she attempted to spoke in a soft tone to make him trust her. ❝ but now I see you standing here, unharmed at best and your sister is somewhere out there as well, how is this possible? how about your mother? ❞

( @allurfavesrtrans​  ♡ ‘d this starter call ! )

[the-number-five-blog]

👫 (Luther and Five x3)

four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

1. Five spent his whole childhood seeing Luther as a competitor. As “Number One” He was always the one he had to be better than to gain the praise he seemed to be the only one to receive from Dad. This meant he never really saw him as a brother, they never really did anything together outside of mandatory training and he never thought of them having anything in common. 

2. Five often went out of his way to make Luther’s life difficult, especially when he knew the little irritation couldn’t be traced back to him. It became a source of entertainment for him when the days got long and boring in the house. 

3. In the apocalypse Luther was perhaps the one sibling he thought about least but whenever Number One came to mind it was often accompanied with a sense of remorse that he hadn’t ever made the effort to get to know him better.  

4. When he returned Luther was Dad mk 2 and that pissed him off. He’d expected at least something to be different but the questions, the disbelief, the general rejection of anyone else’s suggestions proved anything but. He’s glad though that now the world has been saved his brother has seemed to see the light and is growing alongside him. 

[doesthekilling]

‘ i don’t want to look “pretty” i want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening ’ (Amy)

Frank rolled his eyes as he sat back in the chair.

“You shoulda brought Madani here, then. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to help ya judge.” This wasn’t the first time he’d been dragged along to do clothes shopping but honestly, he didn’t know where to start when it came to helping.

@allurfavesrtrans

[rumorsabound]

📂

SEND “📂“ FOR A RANDOM YET COMPLETELY USELESS HEADCANON I HAVE

Allison was always meant to be the face of the Umbrella Academy team. Luther was the powerhouse, Diego with his ranged weaponry could work from a distance but Allison did best up close. So she was the one that dealt most often with the public and was the smiling figurehead that represented the rest of the team when she wasn’t gathering intel with Klaus. She did the interviews, she had the most posters, the most autograph signings and whatever else that people liked to have when collecting superhero merch (all supervised under the careful eye of Reginald of course. He was always there, never too far, in the background).  

Transitioning over to Hollywood wasn’t so hard for her for that reason. She already had one foot in the door and most people already knew her. Unbeknownst to him, Reginald Hargreeves had set her up with the best out he could have given her from the Umbrella Academy.

[seancetm]

Angst please. (For Dave and Klaus S'il te plait)

(Trigger Warning) (Trigger Warning) (Trigger Warning)

Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped.

The water was hot, the dial turned all the way up, scalding pale skin and turning it read and yet… it wasn’t hot enough. Steam filled the room, fogging up the mirror, the windows, leaving condensation dripping steadily from every available surface as though the room were weeping with him. Music echoed around the room, but he was deaf to both tune and lyric. It was merely white noise, its only purpose to keep him from drowning in the silence. To keep anyone from overhearing his broken sobs, to keep them away. Ordinarily, Klaus craved attention. It had stung when Luther had called him out on it, his need for being the centre of attention but Christ, it was true. All those nights locked away in the mausoleum, the fear that he’d begun to associate with being alone in the dark: Klaus could no longer handle his own company for extended periods. He needed to be with living people or with the warm, comforting arms of intoxication. Now, though? Tonight? Klaus just wanted to be alone.

Head swaying slowly beneath the stream, dulled green eyes watched the pink tinged water as it swirled beneath him, seeking a way past bony hips to the drain. Painted toes curled inward and every breath came in a ragged, gasping sob. Grazed knees were hugged to ribs, nails digging into pale flesh, marred with bruises. Eyeliner made messy tracks down his cheeks, mingling with bloodied mucus and spit as the water sought to slowly cleanse his face of his misery. For his part, Klaus did nothing but sit, painfully, staring down at the water. The music continued to blast, too loud, too loud for the time of night but Klaus couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Slowly, his neck curled forward, forehead resting on his knees as he wept in silence. He wanted, needed something to take the edge of the pain off, but couldn’t muster the strength to reach for the windowsill, let alone stand. It had taken everything he had just to get home, to get into the shower. Soon enough the ghosts would come, and his torment would be complete. Knowing his luck, it would be now that his father chose to rise. To berate him for his recklessness.

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Continued from here // @allurfavesrtrans

For one horrible, sickening moment, Klaus wasn’t sure it was going to work. He had taken a huge risk bringing Dave forward in time, and he was almost certain that no matter what the outcome, Five was going to give him hell for it when he found out. It didn’t matter. Klaus had had to try. Dave was going to die anyway, the world was going to die soon anyway... so why not, right? Why not try to save the one person who had loved him unconditionally, the one person Klaus had ever loved more than himself? Why not?

Klaus had stayed right by Dave’s side throughout the entire thing, watching with wide, tear-filled eyes as Mom operated on him. Dave had needed blood, and Diego (dependable, faints-as-soon-as-you-so-much-as-mention-a-needle Diego,) had offered up his veins, curious to know what the fuck was going on. There had been several moments where Grace had had to warn Klaus that it might not work, but not once did he let go of Dave’s hand, urging him to make it.

and he had.

Weeping regardless, be it from joy or sheer fucking exhaustion, Klaus had thrown his arms around the still weak soldier, sobbing into his chest and whispering an endless litany of thank yous to Grace, long after the robot had left the room to give the lovers their space.

Now there they sat at the kitchen table, an empty plate in front of Dave and a picked-at-sandwich in front of Klaus. Klaus’ hands clasped firmly within Dave’s, and his eyes never once leaving the soldier. “Yeah...” he said softly, knowing full well he was gazing at Dave like a lovesick puppy and not giving a damn. 

“Yeah, I’m glad too... I didn’t think- I mean, I was worried that...”

He trailed off. There was no need to say it. They both knew how lucky they were.

The hero? Klaus couldn’t help but laugh, tears welling up in his eyes again. He was definitely tired. The months in Vietnam had taken their toll, as had the days worth of torture before hand. He couldn’t quite recall the last time he’d had a good nights sleep, or when he’d last gotten a good fix. Despite it all, he was determined to stay up, to look at Dave for as long as possible before the end of the fucking world: even if it meant never sleeping again.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that. No, I was just the lucky bastard with the right kind of briefcase... and a mom who’s really good at first aid.”

[afaroffadventure-aa]

@allurfavesrtrans

“Yeah, lets not tell your mom we’re having this for breakfast.” It probably wasn’t his best idea, but anything covered in syrup could go wrong, right?

[ofinfiniteuniversesa]

@allurfavesrtrans (Barachiel)

“The fish sticks swam away Daddy. I should have ice cream instead.”

[youburyit]

@allurfavesrtrans replied to your post:               for his UMBRELLA ACADEMY verse, jack...

GIMME ALL THE THREADS IN THIS AU FRIEND

a wild jack appears.

“If I could just hide for a few days, I’ll be out of your hair.” He’d made the decisions to run after he found out that Michelle was safe and away with David. He wouldn’t let his own father use him.