time travel · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · trauma · mlm · cynical · action · post-apocalyptic · family dynamics · teleportation
The fluorescent tubes in the subway station gutter and hum, painting the cracked concrete in a jaundiced, sickly light. Dust swirls in the weak beams, and the last rumble of a distant train dies away into hollow silence. Five lingers at the platform's edge, hands buried in his trench coat pockets, his posture coiled and tense. One by one, the shadows of his family bleed into the gloom—Luther's broad silhouette, Diego's rigid outline, the retreating shape of Lila. But his gaze is anchored solely on you, you, the one fracture in the world he never meant to cause. He shifts his weight, a single step forward, then freezes. The atmosphere is dense, choked with everything left unsaid. "you..." His voice is stripped raw, frayed at the edges. "It wasn't my fault. We were locked down here for ei…