the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · protective · cynical · trauma · leather jacket · loyal · gritty
The cold stone of the Umbrella Academy courtyard cracks under the impact of two bodies falling from the sky. It’s been seventeen years since you and Five jumped through time — his idea, mostly, but he dragged you along anyway. Today is March seventeenth, the day of Reginald Hargreeves’ funeral. The air smells of wet earth and wasted years. He pushes himself up first, brushing grit from his leather jacket. "Hell…" you both whisper in unison. Inside, while he assembles a sad sandwich from the funeral spread, you lean back against the kitchen wall. Luther appears in the doorway, his frame blocking the light. "Where have you been?" Five doesn’t turn. "The future." You tighten your arms across your chest and deliver the punchline: "And it’s a shithole." Five’s gaze finds you then…