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Originally posted by hearthouses

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“Can I tell you something?” You asked Vanya as you draped yourself across her couch, she was currently rustling through her mini fridge.


“Do you even have to ask?” She chuckled, twisting the cap off her drink and wandering back to her living room area. “Go ahead, it’s not like you’ve never told me a secret before.” You hesitated to answer her, which began to cause Vanya some concern. Now your hands were clasped over your stomach, making this feel like a stereotypical therapy session.


“Well, I think this is a good a time as any to come out.” You’re voice progressively got lower during your confession and Vanya’s jaw dropped, you sat up to look her in the eyes.


“Y/N, that’s great! I’m so proud of you!” Vanya set her drink down and got up to give you a hug, which you didn’t know if that made this next part easier or more difficult. She noticed you were still acting off. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You were face-to-face with your best friend and crush, her hands on either one of your shoulders. You gulped as you prepared yourself for the unavoidable.


“Vanya…I’m in love with you.”

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Tua season 2 episode 10

what an ending! I hate that Ben is dead, and that Ray and Sissy and Harlin couldn’t come back with them. but I am excited to see what’s next. I hope that Klaus is allowed to be happy, and that we get to see Lila some more. I also hope that Luther x Allison Does Not Happen

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A Poison Tree



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Originally posted by mayanangel


I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told it not, my wrath did grow.


Many things led to your bitterness in adulthood. Voicing your issues with your siblings helped. Not voicing your issues with your father broke you. Enable to show sympathy and compassion left you utterly alone.


“Back again?” Terry asked from behind the bar as you took your seat, “I swear you and Klaus finance this place.”


“You know us Hargreeves,” You said she placed your usual in front of you.


“Want the TV?” Terry asked and you only nodded as she turned it on. The news was playing, you and your siblings’ faces displayed on the screen. Sipping your drink you froze as you realized your father was dead. Ordering another bourbon anger rose in you at a painful realization. He would never hear all the pain he caused you.


And I watered it in fears

Night and Morning with my tears

And I sunned it with smiles

And soft deceitful wiles


In the academy being Allison’s twin she was Three A and you were Three B. You weren’t even given your own number. Like your sister your power was verbally imitated. You could make people see whatever you wanted. Your phrase was seeing is believing. The power of the mind being so strong that if you made someone think they were on fire they would believe it. Externally they would be fine but internally their body would be in sensory overload. This usually ended fatally for the victim. It wasn’t always as easy as you made it, at first though you could only make them see a little at a time.


“Number Three B focus. Alter my mind to your will,” Reginald said watching as five year old you stood before him during your private training. A small frown on your tiny face, you were confused. Closing your eyes you made an attempt to focus.


“Seeing is believing,” You muttered as you envisioned a rainforest. Reginald showed you a photo and instructed you to make him think he was there. As a few trees and bushes appeared the academy training room was still visible. As they disappeared and the blood dripped from your nose, you looked up at Reginald with tears-eyes. A stern expression on his face he took a few notes in silence as he ignored you.


“More time in isolation should focus your mind,” Reginald concluded and you squeezed your eyes shut.


“Father please!” You cried but it fell on deaf ears as you cried.


Your siblings were always kind when you would return from days of isolation. Sneaking out to Griddy’s was the best part after being isolated.


“Five stop showing off!” You laughed as he continued to spatial jump behind the counter and steal donuts.


“We should only use our powers to help people,” Luther said, earning an eye roll from Five and Diego. Looking around at them you noticed Allison staring at her donut.


“Ally you’re quiet,” You said but there was a frown on her face.


“I hate when father locks you away,” Allison admitted and frowns passed like a contagion through your siblings. As you became teary-eyed you tried to smile but it crumbled as a tear escaped you. They all pulled you into hugs.


And it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld it shine

And he knew that it was mine.


With Five gone and Ben now dead a dark cloud casted over your family. You blamed your father for all of it. Staring at Ben’s casket you were the only one who stood without an umbrella. Snowflakes built in your hair as your father spoke, “the world is full of injustice good people die along with the bad the cosmic equation won’t change unless evil is wiped from existence thankfully there are powerful forces pushing back against the wicked and iniquitous individuals who have the strength to pull together against insurmountable odds to face adversity with unblinking courage and not hesitate to sacrifice themselves for another unfortunately none of you are such people despite years and weeks of training you allowed number six to die on this mission.”


As Allison attempted to defend you all as she cried you scoffed. Looking in your directions all eyes were on you.


“Speak with conviction number Three B,” Father said and you could feel yourself crumbling beneath his gaze.


“Why do you hate us?” You cried but he ignored you announcing in honor of your brother training was cancelled.


And into my garden stole

When the night veiled the pole

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


Standing around your siblings it was now raining. Once again you lacked an umbrella. As you were drenched you stared off blankly.


“Whenever you’re ready dear boy,” Pogo said as Luther held the urn containing the remains of your father. Stepping forward as he released the ashes it was more so dirt and crumbs. The look on Klaus’ face indicated the culprit. Falling pathetically in a pile on the ground the energy was flat.


“Probably would’ve been better with some wind,” Luther said awkwardly and you all were silent.


“Does anyone wish to speak?” Pogo asked but you all stayed silent. As Pogo spoke highly of your father you scoffed. Going to belittle your father but your brother beat you to it.


“He was a monster,” Diego spoke without care, “He was a bad person and an even worse father. The world’s better off without him.”


“Diego,” Allison spoke trying to diffuse the tension. Shaking your head you glared at the ashes.


“I hope he burns,” You spoke surprising your siblings. None of them knew your new personality. Always being kind and wearing your heart on your sleeve. As all your siblings stared at you the girl they knew was long gone. Five watched you curiously as he was still newly returned to his family. It was odd for him seeing his sweet sister as an angry exhausted woman.


“My name is number two. You know why? Because our father couldn’t be bothered to give us actual names. He has Mom do it. Hell he made Allison and (Y/n) share a number,” Diego explained and for a moment you blocked them out. Recalling a poem he made you all read. You never understood until now.


“I can’t help but think about that poem father made us read. A Poison Tree. He patronized me for not understanding it.” You explained before reciting it aloud. The rain continued to fall and you spoke slowly. It was haunting as you finished, “-my foe outstretched beneath the tree.”


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The Umbrella Academy but every season the writers make one of them gay (pan, bi, etc)


First season we had our lord and savior Klaus

Second season we had Vanya (which wasn’t really a surprise)

Who are you guys betting from season 3? I was thinking about Ben, you know, now that he is no longer a ghost.

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who is in control?


-five


growing up five knew that he has the most prodigious power amongst them. he can travel through space and time, and he can teleport. it is second nature to him, he just knows how to do these things without someone teaching him how to do any of it . he used his power too much, knew it well enough. knew how to do things that not anyone can do.he thinks he has the utmost control over his gift, thought that he knows his power like a worn out sneakers but in reality he does not have a single clue on how his power works. he dives into his power headfirst, and he just hope that it doesnt drown him everytime. he knows about space and time theories, spent hours poring over the quantum physics and learning how it applies into time and space. he knows how to do equations and how to apply it to his powers. but even with all of these at his disposal, he cant time travel properly because while he was learning these theories, he never stopped to take a seat and learn about his own powers. he was so caught up on these flashing numbers and huge diagrams and theories that he never really took the time to control himself, and as he applied his equations to his powers, he didnt account his control into the equations and that fucked him up.


-vanya


growing up, she thought that she was ordinary, never really thinking how her siblings’ power really worked. and when it was brought to light that she has these powers too, she has been too old, kept in the dark for too long. she was never thought how to control this large amount of power coursing through her veins, all to her disposal. she never had to spend her childhood perfecting this craft of controlling this abnormal thing in her, never spent hours, days, months and years just concentrating on this power inside her. she never had to think about her action, never had to account her abilities in her every move. she never had to be wary on herself, she never had to stop herself from doing things that will end badly if she lost grip of her powers and she never learned how awfully hard it is to have these powers that normal people do not have. she wished that she is just like her siblings, all different and extraordinary and now that she has it, she isnt too sure on how to control them



-diego


growing up, diego spent a lit of time perfecting his craft. he spent years holed up in his practice room. spending hours each day infront of practice dummies, spent hours throwing knives into target boards, never stopping even as his arms hurt. he trained so hard, spent his youth with one goal, spent two decades of his life trying to defeat his brother. he revolved his life into one goal, practice his powers with defeating his brother in mind, spent years bulking up in an attempt to outlarge his brother, spent years perfecting his speech so that he can talk smoother than his brother. he knows that he has a good control over hinself, knew that his body is a result of his control. he knew that his power works because he had the control over them. but he never really tried doing things for himself, never tried to practice his powers with himself in his mind. never really explored what he can really do, he never tried to see if he can do more than just curving objects with his hand. he didnt step out of the line, never let himself get curious and he has the control over the powers he knew he has, but he doesnt have the control over the powers that he has failed to discover


-luther


growing up, he has way too much energy in his body. he ruined many doorknobs and glasses ever since he was a little boy. and as he grows up, he knew he has to reign himself under control, because he knows, deep down, that he can kill his brother if he grips too tight. luther is a lot of things, he is brash and an arrogant person but he is also determined. ever since he knew the fact thar he could bring harm to his siblings, he trained hours after hours so that he wont ever ruin anything that he touches. and he did it, he controlled himself. he had himself in this wonderful self control, managed to train himself until he got it right, trained until he can give hugs without breaking bones. but there is something that he failed to really control, and that is his temper. because of the fact that he spent his childhood controlling his powers that he never really had the chance to control his emotions


-allison


growing up, allison used her powers to her advantage. she grew up in a male dominated household, grew up in the house that treated women as less even if they dont really knew it. she had to work around these people who are unconsciously making life worse for her, grew up with these boys she loves with all of her heart being molded by her cold heartless father into these cold heartless boys. she knows how her power works, and she used it, spent hours hunched over her dictionaries and rumoring her brothers with overly specific rumors to make her life easier. she used her powers on her father too, using her words, twisting them up so that the house would finally be livable for a woman, and she know what she is doing. she had the control over her powers but she didnt have a control over herself. she cant control herself, cant make herself stop, cant stop using her powers that she had mastered and that ruined her


-klaus


growing up, klaus knew he could cause catastrophic things. he has these horrible monster following him whenever he goes, all this dreadful abominations never leaving his sight. knew that if he really tries, he can bring them forward. he can feel that power deep into him, knew that if he just unleash himself, he can call these monsters forth and have them wreck havoc. knew that if he really wants too, he can make this ghosts his bitch, make them do things on his command, he can rule the world of the undead, and that thought terriefies him. that scares him because he knows, deep down that he craves that kind of power. knew that he can get intoxicated in that type of superiority. but he controlled himself, he knew he has to have the absolute control over himself, knew that whatever happens, he must not let himself succumb to that power. he may have a control on himself but he didnt really have control over his instinct, knew that the moment those drugs managed to control the power that runs into his veins, he will never be able to stop himself from giving in, if only to keep his potentials locked away, hes not even sure of he want to control his destructive self anyways


-ben


growing up, ben hated himself. he grew up with this monsters residing in his tiny body, claiming it as their own. he never really like them, never really tried to like them. he was scared of them, shied away fron the feeling of them moving all over his body, their massive form stretching his tiny skin, wearimg them down years even before he reach his two digits. he hated the fact that he has to feed them, offer them live animals, watch as these creature kill innocent upon innocent upon innocent. he stood frozen as they kill without remorse. he thought he doesnt have any control over them, but he never really realized that he has the control over them. he never really knew that he controls them even as a child, never knew that the monster being restless is because he is restless. he never knew that if he didnt have any control over them, they wouldve devoured his siblings the moment he lost a grip unto them. he was so wrapped up around his fear that he never really tried to make them stop being that way. he never really sat and tried to relax. he had the control over them and he didnt know it, didnt know that as the monsters in his body ripped him apart, that he is the one controlling them, that he is the one tearing himself apart.


and maybe in another life, he would know that and he would become the boss of his demons and he will lose touch with the gentleness he once possessed, and he will just be a hallow husk for his father, just like his siblings.

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TUA Sexuality Headcanons

Luther: heterosexual

Diego: bisexual with female preference

Allison: heterosexual but definitely experimented

Klaus: pansexual

Five: asexual and panromantic

Ben: heterosexual but very bicurious

Vanya: homosexual

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