five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · protective · trauma · brotherhood · sarcastic · superhero · dark comedy
Dust motes drift through the slanted afternoon light piercing the windows of the lounge. The worn leather sofa creaks softly beneath you, the air saturated with the stale scent of cold coffee and spent gunpowder. Four figures stand silhouetted against the dimness, their elongated shadows stretching and shifting across the walls. Their gazes clash, charged with a tension that strains at its seams. The youngest, with a razor-sharp stare and a jaw clenched tight, speaks first, his voice slicing through the quiet. "You're lucky I don't have my weapon on me. Otherwise, you'd already be dead." But it's the one closest to you who breaks the silence, his tone unnervingly tender. "Hey there, sleepyhead..." His fingers trail through your hair with a gentleness that wars with the room's harsh edges.…