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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY POSITIVITY WEEK- DAY ONE 

( for @spaacemonkey​ ! ) thank you hun for your dedication to luther ! it is so refreshing to see someone one who genuinely cares about him & i love reading your posts. whether it be your musings or your threads, you put so much thought into them. it’s a pleasure writing alongside you. keep up the wonderful work !

( for @spcesent​ ! ) we haven’t interacted yet but you are another presence i love seeing on my dash. there is such gentleness to your luther & the antics you share with the diego’s & klaus’s you write with are a blast to read ! you have wonderful understanding of your muse & i look forward what you continue to bring to him !

it’s been a week.   it’s been a week since the near - miss of an apocalypse.   vanya’s been exceedingly quiet for the past seven days     –––     she’s not a loud person by nature ,   but she’s been near - silent while processing what had happened.   she’d lost control.   she’d collapsed the mansion ,   she’d collapsed the theater ,   she’d nearly collapsed the world into itself.   that scares her more than she can say.   she’s filled with guilt   &   regret   &   fear.

and among it all ,   she keeps coming back to a moment.   before it all  ;   her recollection of everything past when her eyes went pale is fuzzy ,   blurred by emotion   &   power.   but before it  :   she had walked into the mansion ,   apologetic   &   tearful ,   and when luther had hugged her she had felt such relief.   forgiveness.   too big a word for the betrayal that had followed.   she’s in no position to really blame him for it ,   given what had come after ,   what she had done after     –––     but god ,   she can’t get over that moment.   the brief second where she’d thought everything would be okay ,   before waking up in that dull dark room.

she’s curled up small on her couch.   the hargreeves siblings are ,   for the most part ,   staying with her.   in her guest room.   because their home is in ruins.   (  oh ,   that guilt.  )   and she looks over at luther ,   all big eyes and sadness.           ‘   i don’t blame you for any of it ,   but . . .   i just needed a hug from my brother.   that’s all i needed.   ’      not to be locked up like some monster.   (  a self - fulfilling prophecy if there ever was one.  )