#hargeeeves

[laurrelise]

the devil works hard but an extremely hyperfixated fangirl who happens to like drawing works harder

anyways more umbrella academy art!!!

[unlikelyrolex]

They just couldn’t stand to see an Aroace king winning 🙁😞

[likahble]

the new timeline is actually a blessing for viktor hargreeves because imagine how embarrassing it would be to come back from your bestselling book about having no superpowers with an update like hey guys so you’ll never believe this but guess what

[dance1ntherain]

‘How could anything bad ever happen to you? You make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment....’ ~Florence Welch 

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Klaus Hargreeves as Persephone, Bride of Hades, Goddess of Spring.

Watercolor, India ink, graphite, oil pastel, Micron, Sharpie on multipurpose white paper. 10/2022

[asteriismos]

lowkey…. give me ben hargeeeves ideas😋 i miss him. let’s talk. i finished s4.

[bluebooks1]

I would love to see an interaction between Wednesday Addams, Five Hargeeeves and Regulus Black. Enid, James and Delores wouldn't be far, I doubt any of them would leave them for too long.

[brainzz]

I am so pissed that i can't imagine interaction between a lot of characters un TUA because they don't even coexist in the same timeline. Like i really need to see Diego and Dave watching while Klaus and Lila are doing something stupid and chaotic but i don't know how that could be possible so i just can't picture it

[sunriseseance]

I'm always finding fun and exciting new ways to misspell Hargreeves

[the-girl-who-used-to-write]

Ghost Of You

ANON IF IT’S YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS, YOU ARE A GENIUS!

Ship- Ben Hargreeves x Reader

Based on the song ‘Ghost of You’ by 5 Seconds of Summer

THIS IS NOT PART OF 16 DAYS OF SONGS, THAT STARTS SOON I PROMISE!

Here I am waking up, still can’t sleep on your side. There’s your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time.

It was almost impossible to even sleep in that room, the same bed, and the same furniture, the same everything. But the pain brought some kind of comfort because she was able to rely on the fact that even if she couldn’t see him, he was probably there, making sure she was alright. Nothing was changed since that moment though, his side of the bed was always kept pristine, as no one, not even her, could even dare to sleep there. It was his and his only. He had been playing around with Klaus and her one day, and he forgot about the lipstick he was wearing, so when he drank his morning coffee, he had a large lipstick stain there. It was fading, but she saw it every morning and laughed at the memory.

If I can dream long enough, you’d tell me I’d be just fine. I’ll be just fine.

She couldn’t hear him, but he could hear her. He could hear every sob that racked her body on nights when she was alone. He could hear every plea to bring him back and let her say goodbye. Every shout of desperation, every guilt-ridden sentence blaming herself. He wanted nothing more than to run to her and gather her into his arms reassuring her that nothing was her fault and that he loved her more than anything. She would say she would be fine; she would put on a brave front to anyone that wasn’t Klaus. But as soon as people were gone, it showed that she was anything but fine.

So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

Every so often, she would completely drown out the pain. One particular night was the anniversary of their prom, and on that night she had a routine. All crying was abolished; she would not speak of her pain at all. She would hang fairy lights from the walls of the house and get dressed up in a dress she had bought recently. A suit was laid out on Ben’s side of the bed, and Klaus would always be there in a matching outfit. They would drink punch and laugh, and before she called it a night she would put on their song. The first ever dance that she and Ben ever shared and Klaus would dance with her as Ben watched on, in tears, wishing he could share the dance once again.

And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

She knew it wasn’t Ben, and she knew she would never be able to share a dance with the man she loved more than anything. Klaus helped her to keep above the surface though, without him she would be even more lost than she felt already. He was her rock, keeping her sane that somewhere, somehow, Ben was keeping an eye on her and he loved her still. She would continue to dance, and she would cry, and Klaus would hold her. He was probably crying too. He knew the pain; he felt it when he lost Dave. It was two broken people, keeping each other sane, while their lovers watched.

Cleaning up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt. You wore it when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt.

Ben never really wore a wide selection of clothes, but he had one specific shirt that she absolutely adored. It was a worn down and torn Zeppelin shirt, way too big and extremely tattered but it was her little ticket to comfort. Sometimes, she would slip it over her head and sniff the material, his scent still barely lingering on there. When Ben ran away once, he wore that shirt specifically because it was his ‘rebellious shirt’ and when he came back, his pain had not gone but she managed to ease it. She never threw that shirt out, no matter how torn it became, no matter how moth-bitten it got, it was home.

We’re too young, too dumb, to know things like love. But I know better now

Most people didn’t take them seriously. They said that they were too young to experience proper love but they both knew better. This was the kind of love you found in a world where everything was perfect, where no one was unhappy and everyone had a soul mate. They were two halves of one whole, completely inseparable and while people who knew them least considered them nothing more than hormonal teenagers, those who knew them best realised that one without the other was practically fatal.

So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you. And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

Too young, too dumb, to know things like love. Too young, too dumb.

Klaus came back on that night, a few years after the tradition started. He had figured something out, something that would help her and him, something that would make her so happy. She was still getting ready, but when she expected to see the fairy lights as she descended the staircase, she saw something else.

There was Klaus, but he wasn’t there himself. In front of him, comprised of blue energy beams, was Ben. He was there, smiling with a tear rolling down his cheek. In disbelief, she approached him, holding a hand out. She expected heartbreak and the ever-present shock of not being able to hold him.

So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

But no, as she reached her right hand out, he reached back and grasped it. She smiled, tears pouring at this point as she moved forward to hug him tightly. He was just as emotional, and the lovers realised that neither had forgotten, and they were both just as in love as they once were.

And I chase it down, with a shot of truth.

As they waltzed around the living room in pure bliss, Klaus watched on with his own tears as his brother and the girl he saw as a sister were happier than they had been in a while. And to make it better, a small tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his daze. As he turned around, he saw the familiar blonde hair and a kind smile. He raised a hand to his mouth in shock, before leaping at the person.

It was the man he loved more than anything.

That my feet don’t dance, like they did with you.

[bvtton-eyes]

when it rains, it pours ☂︎

ig | bvbblegvm__

[cr4bk4t]

Hey wait, could Klaus potentially see Patch? Like? That'd be-

[27-umbrellas]

The Umbrella Academy but everyone but Five is played by a muppet

[evesbeve]

i would like to make it known that i absolutely cannot stop thinking about the fact that viktor's outfit looks exactly like ben's, my heart is being pulled out of my chest and used like a little funky baseball as we speak

[tkclips]

Marcus is the leader Luther wanted to be and Sparrow Ben is the person Diego wants to be dear god 😭🥲

[patrickistruck]

drew the klaus hargreeves bc .gender. yknow?? yeah.

would write an essay on him but consider that i am sleepy