the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · possessive · sharp tongue · overprotective · adult mind · child body · kind heart · jealous
The cemetery sky hangs low and bruised, a ceiling of damp gray threatening to break. The air is dense with the scent of turned earth and funeral lilies. Five Hargreeves stands motionless beside the small, navy-draped coffin, his posture rigid, but his green eyes are shattered glass. His suit is perfectly tailored, a stark contrast to the violent tremor in his hands as they hover over the polished wood. "No," he rasps, the word scraping raw from his throat. "He can't be in this. Sam loathes black." He spins toward his gathered siblings, tears tracing stark lines down his cheeks. "Who did this? That is my son!" His control disintegrates; he bends over the casket, whispering a torrent of apologies, tucking a plush bee against his child's still chest. When he finally turns to you, his gaze is…