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Allison x Ray barbershop au except it’s literally just canon
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randomabnormality · 4 years
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Ben loves them, I swear
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jellybeanium124 · 3 years
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Ray looking at any slightly strange passerby on the street wondering if they’re another one of Allison’s brothers
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theerumor · 3 years
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i want- no. i NEED s3 allison to go ape shit lmao. this is a side of allison i want to see and not necessarily in an ‘evil’ way. allison is a character with flaw just as any other character on this show and i want them to show it. all of them have been through a lot and i want this to be allison’s breaking point. i don’t mean take away from her improvement and development as a character but show another side of her and let her make mistakes.
she had to leave ray being and if were being real claire probably doesn’t exist in this tl and if she does she definitely doesn’t know who allison is. this is not something i see allison taking lightly considering how she felt about claire in season one.
it’s just something for her character i really want to see.
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what-even-is-sleep · 4 years
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Let’s get some Raymond Chesnut appreciation cause this man rocks 👏👏👏👏👏👏
Him and Allison had such a sweet relationship - he recognized how amazing she was and didn’t tamper it down or anything
Someone please make a compilation of his best moments cause hot damn what a man 🤧
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natashalierushman · 4 years
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I cannot express how much joy Alison and Raymond Chesnut bring me 
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kueril · 4 years
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i feel so sorry for allison. she was really the only one out of all the siblings to get attached to the both timelines they went into (their 2019 and the 60s). she lost her daughter, claire, and she lost ray, her husband. shes probably gonna be afraid to settle down again, for fear of losing them.
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umbrelllaklaus · 4 years
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Raymond Chesnut when Allison was fighting the Swedes brothers
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tangerinesteve · 4 years
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ummm Allison's husband is my fave. Raymond "oh. I'll bring you soup." Chesnut is the best he's theeeee best
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Raymond Chesnut and Famine being played by the same actor is messing with my brain, but only a little cause he pretty
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i turn to paths that lead home; ix
Chapter 9: i'm comin' home now, real soon
rating: its a gen fic for The Umbrella Academy
words:1.7k
chapter:9/?
warnings: nothing atypical for the umbrella academy, spoilers for season 2
AO3
a/n:  many many many thanks to my discord friends who were a big help with creating and editing this @NightingaleComics @viridescentshade @cbuugdrama9 on ao3 @boardwalk-absurdist​ @3ternalslumber on tumblr
Summary:  Luther held Vanya a little tighter, refusing to let her go. It changed the game and made all the difference.
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Summary: Three brothers, Four siblings, Five people, and Six makes an appearance too
Weeks after that almost encounter with the blonde woman holding the violin, Allison was still feeling off-center. The reminder of her siblings, Vanya especially, was weighing heavy on her. She wasn’t sure why — she had had plenty of other things that brought her previous life back to the forefront of her mind but this time, she was having a hard time moving past it.
Every little thing she did now prompted an old memory to surface.
Allison was cutting some vegetables for dinner; she remembered missions where Diego was allowed to use his powers unlimitedly. There was an old bookstore she had to pass on her way to work that displayed a different collection of works in the windows every week; she was reminded of all the times she went to look for Ben only to find him curled up with some old, dry classic, enthralled with the story hidden in its pages. She would gaze out the window of her bedroom and see the moon perched up in the dark night sky; there was Luther, up there alone for four years, carrying out the will of a father that didn’t care. Every time she had to swallow down a smart, cutting remark that wanted to slip out in response to the overwhelming racism she now faced; Five was Jumping to higher ground, wanting to lord over them how he was right and they were wrong. Allison went out shopping and saw a particularly swirly skirt; she remembered Klaus dancing around the living room in her old, black, leather skirt. And every time anything even classical played on the radio she saw Vanya; standing shy and timid, scared of reaching out to her family; standing tall and proud, able to bring down the world.
Allison knew she was worrying Raymond but she didn’t even know where she would begin when trying to explain. How could she explain the crazy story of her life?
‘So Raymond, I was bought from my birth mom for a couple of thousand dollars by a man that should never have children. Yet he did, I was one of seven babies bought that day. Oh yeah, he bought all of us from our mothers because we were born in an unusual way. Our mothers weren’t pregnant the morning we were born. Yeah, we were all born on the same day. And before I forget, we all have superpowers and we used to fight crime in school uniforms. And the reason you’ve never heard of us? We time traveled from the year 2019 to get away from the literal end of the world. And the end of the world was caused by our sister who blew up the moon.’
Allison didn’t want to start on where any one of those could go wrong. She just had to pull herself together. And she was going to. Tomorrow. Allison had the day to herself, Raymond at the college for classes. As she was cleaning up after breakfast, Allison told herself that today was going to be the day she mourned and then let go. It was coming up on two years and she couldn’t hold onto those ties anymore. She was Allison Chesnut now and Allison Hargreeves was dead.
She finished putting away the dishes and made her way back to her bed. Her plan for the day was to cry the day away. She could already feel the tears collecting on the rims of her eyes. Allison was glad she hadn’t put on any of her make-up, knowing that it would have been an ugly look for her.
Today was going to be about mourning the past.
And tomorrow? It was going to be about the future. Just like every day after that.
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Klaus woke up, disoriented. He wasn’t particularly worried. Klaus had been waking up disoriented since he discovered drugs and alcohol when he was a young boy.
Nowadays, he was disoriented less because of the drugs or drinks but because he didn’t recognize where he was when he woke. It was common for his cult to simply move him while they were traveling. He had tried to tell them to stop doing that but as time went on, he started losing control over the group.
As he finally opened his eyes, Klaus saw that he was in his California bedroom and gave a deep sigh.
He was growing tired of everything. It was day after day of the same thing, the same people, the same lying. Klaus was apparently the only living Hargreeves (baring the original Bastard) and it was getting harder to go on every day.
The only thing that kept him going was the thought of Dave. Klaus knew that Dave was working in his uncle’s hardware shop when Kennedy gets shot and Klaus was planning on being there to stop Dave from enlisting. He had to stop Dave from dying. He couldn’t live with himself if he let Dave die again when Klaus had a chance to save him.
He was just waiting out the days until he made his way east.
As Klaus made his way out of his bedroom, he started dodging all his followers. They were all so grabby and touchy-feely. He was getting hives just thinking about it.
Ugh
Klaus was only occasionally watching where he was going, attempting to find Ben, when he was badly startled. One of the newest followers came up from behind him. Only he looked exactly like Diego from the corner of his eye. The follower had the same confident strut, the same knowing smirk that Diego had frequently spotted — like he knew a secret that you never would.
The follower’s sudden appearance sent a wave of grief roaring through Klaus and he jerked away from everyone, turning to sprint back towards his room. Thankfully, he managed to get there before anyone else and he slammed the door shut, throwing the lock so none but his dead brother could join him.
When he was safely ensconced in his room, Klaus wiggled his way out of his clothes and back into bed. Pulling the covers over his head, Klaus broke down. He did his best to muffle all the sounds he was making, not wanting the cult to break down the doors to check on him. He just needed a moment alone.
Later, the sun now heating his cocoon considerably, Klaus rolled over and stared over at Ben. He wasn’t sure when his brother appeared but he was glad. Even if Ben was a giant, nagging, annoyance — he was Klaus’ brother, his only family. It was a glad reminder that as much as he thought, Klaus didn’t want to be alone. And he wasn’t.
The two of them stared at each other, eyes rimmed in red.
“Coming up on three years, huh?”
“Yup.”
They continued to stare at each, both ignoring how their cheeks weren’t drying off. Klaus eventually rolled over, folding his hands over his stomach.
Ben joined him, copying his posture. They were silent, watching the sun descent across the sky by the shadows across the ceiling.
“I miss them,” Ben whispered the secret, almost ashamed. Klaus, glowing blue, reached over to grab Ben’s hand. One of the best and worst parts of being sober for nearly three years was the ability to interact with Ben. Klaus had spent two decades with a ghost hovering over his shoulder, criticizing all of his decisions — now he had a ghost hovering over his shoulder, able to smack Klaus for his bad decisions.
On the other hand, Klaus could do things like this — hold Ben’s hand and offer physical comfort. Klaus turned his head toward his brother and saw he was already looking back. Closing his eyes, Klaus leaned forward a little, Ben matching him, until their foreheads were touching.
This was something the two of them had taken to doing, some little touches to remind each other that no matter the words spoken (or not spoken if they decided to freeze each other out) that they loved each other, that they still considered each other family, practically twin brothers.
Throughout the rest of the day, Ben and Klaus ignored the various people who knocked on the door wanting to speak to the Prophet. They ignored the pleas and the threats, the loud pounding on the door and the soft knocks on the windows.
They were mourning together; the lives they could no longer live, the family that they lost back in 2019, the family that they lost in the 1960s.
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Five grit his teeth. This jump was more painful than any other he had ever tried before. He could feel himself losing the grip he had on his siblings’ hands. A particularly bad jerk almost spun him completely around.
Of course, he had never tried to jump with his entire family because they were running from the apocalypse before.
This jump was longer than his others as well, spinning him around and up and down and Five could feel the frustration growing within him. If only his family had listened to him. If only he was smarter and did better. He tried to stifle them, but the tears welled up.
His portal spat him out in a dirty, empty alley and he forced the tears away. He had to find his family. He had to fix this.
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The Handler had been at this job for longer than most people were aware of. She had devoted her entire life to this organization. She had become this job, leaving everything (including her name) behind.
And they repaid her by bringing in Carmichael?
Who did they think they were?
Handler took a deep breath, aware that getting mad wasn’t going to help her. Instead, she focused on her plan. Her greatest plan, her greatest weapon.
It was time to send Lila in.
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psalm40speakstome · 4 years
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“We’re not gonna do it like that. I don’t wanna to forget you. I don’t wanna forget us. I would take my year with you over a lifetime with anybody else. You hear me? I’m still the luckiest man I know.”
Raymond Chesnut. The Umbrella Academy. Oga For Oga.
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jellybeanium124 · 3 years
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Has anyone written a fic about Ray and Allison hosting a family BBQ? Because if not someone should
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crushpdf · 4 years
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Some thoughts on season 2 now that I’ve finished!
The Lila reveal!!!! That came out of nowhere!!! At first I was a little :/ but then once I thought about it, it actually clarified a lot of things. How she was able to outrun the Swedes’ machine guns, how a British girl turned up in a Dallas asylum, how she was able to evade Five during their fight. And it makes sense to introduce new characters who have powers since we know they exist!
I really like the Handler in season 1 - she was more cool than evil. And while her transformation into pure evilness this season made sense, it made me sad since I no longer like her really
The whole Swedish plotline did not go where I thought it would, and I think they could have made them more impactful bad guys. Plus, I still kind of don’t know why there were sent there.
Grace and Reggie???? Holy shit???? The semblance of a heart in that heartless man?? Cannot believe he was still thinking about her 30 years later
Speaking of, how old is that man in season 1? 2019 is nearly 60 years away from 1960 - surely he’s not actually like 100 in season 1??
I thought Reggie was a time traveler, based on the flashbacks we got in The White Violin. Not sure how I feel about him being an alien :/
LOVE the altered timeline when they go back to 2019! LOVE the open ending with Harlan and his powers. SAD about Raymond Chesnut :(
The whole AJ plotline was very dull. Not sure why they even bothered to give us that character
Five murdering the board, and his emotion afterward, was everything. I’m excited to see his character develop, and I’m sooo happy with how the others developed this season
Overall it was really good! I feel it edging toward sloppy/not making sense, which makes me nervous, but overall I enjoyed the season, and I loveeee how they really lean into the fun pop-music fight scenes.
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ao3feed-klave · 4 years
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by highladyofgothamcity
They're just a bunch of normal teens raised by an emotionally abusive paranoid doomsday prepper who died and left made their nanny and butler their guardians.
But below all their weirdness, they're siblings and they're sure as hell going to act like it.
Words: 5574, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Ben Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Grace Hargreeves, Dr. Pogo (Umbrella Academy)
Relationships: The Hargreeves Family, Dave/Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves/Lila Pitts, Allison Hargreaves/Raymond Chesnut
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - High School, Reginald Hargreeves' A+ Parenting, Reginald is dead, They're normal, or at least trying to be, slight spoilers for season 2
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