The Umbrella Academy Imagines

Luther x Reader

Title: Calm
Pairing:  Luther x Reader
Description: The reader grew up in the academy as number eight. The reader has an alcoholism relapse after having a panic attack after the funeral. This takes place after the funeral and after Five came home. (A bit fast at the beginning but please give it a chance! I worked really hard on this)
Angsty at the beginning, fluff at the end. No pronouns used!!
Warnings: alcoholism relapse, mentions of trauma.
Powers: Agrokinesis. (Plant manipulation.)

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Despite being 7 months clean of alcohol and drugs, you felt like you needed a drink now more than ever in your entire life.
Everything went wrong.

Everything felt cold. Being back in the home you were raised in was a nightmare, but you had to admit that living in it was so much worse.

When you got the news of your father's passing, you thought that you'd be coming home for a simple family funeral. Nothing more, nothing less. You truly wished that's how it had gone.

But no.

Before it came time for the family to pay their respects to a man unworthy of respect, an incredible storm began, and something impossible happened. Your brother came falling out of the sky.

Five had been missing for seventeen years, leaving you all behind and missing him. He was gone with no trace.

When he arrived, Five briefly explained the situation, and the family entered the courtyard.

Luther poured the urn onto the grassy floor of the courtyard. You conjured some green grass and poppies where the ashes hit the ground. Although your father wasn't worth it, for some reason it felt right.

Then, of course, the boys had to get into a fight. Yelling, screaming, punching, cutting. It was too much.

Everything went wrong. And there was nothing you could do about it. All you wanted to do was go home. Your head was pounding, and despite being surrounded by family, you never felt more alone.

You had to leave your brothers' madness behind. You walk back into the house.

So here you were. Back in the house that caused you so much pain, that took away so much of your life.

Being in this house once again was traumatic enough, all of the terrible memories coming back to you. The images flashing through your head like an insane movie, you wanted to let your vines wrap your entire body. You wanted to scream.

You stood between the family room and the bar of the house. Thin vines began to slowly creep up your arms, sprouting from your wrists. This always happened when you felt strong emotions.

You see flashbacks of yourself walking through the halls of this house at a young age. You see yourself as a child, locking eyes with Luther and little flowers sprouting from the ground beneath you and ruining your fathers' floors.
You remember your father throwing you in a concrete room with no sunlight, dirt, or water so you could learn to control your plants.

You never learned to control them completely.

Your powers going out of control is the reason Luther is the way he is now. Luther is half ape.. because of you. You were on that mission with him. You could have saved him that day. You could have done something, anything, but your powers had another idea.