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Chapter Two: Guess Who’s Back

Summary: Born on October 1, 1989, Number Eight grew up with a strange power much like the other 43 children. After being adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, Jemma grows up with six other siblings with peculiar powers just like her and lived a not so happy childhood. Now in 2019, Reginald is found dead, the once missing Number Five reappears after 17 years, and, oh yeah, the world is ending.

Word Count: 7757

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17 YEARS AGO

PEOPLE STOOD AROUND THE BLOCKED OFF ENTRANCE to the Capital West Bank. Police vehicles, news vans, and cameras littered the outside of the bank in organized chaos. "In five, four, three, two This is Jim Hellerman," a reporter started as he stood in front of a camera. "Reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."

As the large group of onlookers waited anxiously to see some sort of sign from inside the bank, it was chaos inside. There was a large number of hostages inside and nobody was certain what would happen to them if the robbers didn't get what they demanded.

"Hey, get them behind the counter!" The man who seemed like the leader of the group of robbers shouted out the order to the others as he held a large phone. He pulled the phone to himself and spoke to the police who were on the other side of the line. "Now you've put me in a position where I gotta do something I don't want to do. Hmm?" He hung up on the phone and shouted in frustration, "Shit!" A young African-American girl in a school uniform skipped up towards the man. What was quite strange was that she was also wearing a domino mask on her face. The robber's eyebrows furrowed when he saw the girl and he scowled. "Hey, get back with the others."

She turned to him with a mischievous smile, "I heard a rumor."

"What?" His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at the young girl in annoyance. "What did you say?"

Allison leaned in closer to him as he leaned down to hear her better. She placed her hand over her mouth as if she was telling him a secret and spoke to him right in his ear. "I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot." The robber lost the scowl on his face as he became dazed and his eyes became hazy. He lost all coherent thought as Allison's words were the only thing he could hear. He turned to another one of his masked buddies and raised his gun.

"Hey, dude." the other robber said as he noticed his partner pointed his gun at him. "What the hell?" With the dazed look still on his face, the man who had his gun raised pulled the trigger and allowed himself to just as Allison said.

Outside, people cringed and ducted at the sound of the shots. Police officers grew anxious at the sound and were nervous about getting inside. "We just heard shots from inside the bank." The same Channel 2 News reporter, Jim, said after the shots. "It's uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that."

"Up there!" Someone shouted as they pointed towards the roof of the bank. Everyone stared at the figure that scurried across the top of the bank.

"There's some movement on the roof." Jim reported, "possibly law enforcement."

Luther came crashing down through the glass roof and landed right on top of another robber. Using his super strength he bashed the robber's head into the counter before throwing him across the room. The robber screamed as he was thrown from the bank and out of the window like a baseball.

Everyone outside jumped at the appearance of the robber and turned to the now unconscious man on the ground in shock. "Looks like one of the armed robbers has been thrown from the bank." How that could have happened, they weren't sure. However, something strange was most certainly happening inside the bank

"Guns are for sissies," Diego shouted as he came running into the room with his two long silver daggers held in his hand. "Real men throw knives." He threw the dagger in the direction of the leader of the band of robbers only for them to curve mid-air and impale another goon.

A small blonde girl came walking into the room as a robber tried to hold back the hostages. She turned towards the man who held up his AK in her direction and stopped a few feet in front of him. "Can you let those people go, mister." Her voice was soft and sweet like honey as her lips were pulled back in a wide smile.

The robber sneered at her as he knew that this little girl would be just like those other kids. "Get back, girl! Before I kill you!" The hostages with duct tape on their mouths and wrists all cowered at his shouts.

The young girl tilted her head and allowed her long hair to sway slightly. "That wasn't nice." The robber didn't care whether it was nice or not. He also didn't care about whether it was morally right to shoot a little girl who appeared to pose no threat. However, these robbers most certainly didn't know all too much about morals. He pulled the trigger of his gun to shoot the small girl only to find that she had moved out of the way with killer speed. The girl tutted and shook her head as the wind whipped around her and caused her hair to sway wildly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to shoot people?"

The robber shouted in frustration and pulled the trigger again only for the blonde to move at lightning speeds to avoid the bullets. With a speed that could only be dreamed of, the young girl ripped the gun from the man's hands and whacked him across the face with it before he even knew what was happening. He fell to the ground with a thud as he was now unconscious.

She cringed at the sight of the criminal on the ground who would have a nasty bruise on his face from her hit. "Sorry, mister robber." The hostages then watched the girl as she turned to them with a wide smile. In only a few seconds flat, each and every one of them had the duct tape binding their wrists and covering their mouths ripped off of them. The girl yelped happily as she threw down the wad of duct tape onto the ground. "You guys are okay now!"

Jim turned to the camera and addressed the audience to the news show once again. "I've been in many hostage situations, like this," he told the camera, "and it can escalate very quickly."

The ringleader climbed the counter in the middle of the room with his gun pointed at the kids in front of him, fearfully. The hostages watched the strange sight. It wasn't every day that you see an adult man with a gun frightened of a group of children. "Get back, you freaks."

"Hey, be careful up there, buddy," Diego called out mockingly as the man backed away from them on the counter.

"Get back now!"

Allison joined in on the taunting, "wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Suddenly, a boy popped out of nowhere and sitting right behind the man which startled him completely. "Or what?" He then disappeared once again when the man turned to shoot him. He shot multiple shots in the place where the boy once was in frustration. These kids were complete freaks! He looked around the room to see if he could find the teleporting boy only to hear a sound behind him once again. He spun around to find the school uniform-clad boy with his arms crossed. Thinking that he finally had the boy, the robber raised his gun to shoot the kid right in the chest. However, he only found out that he now held a stapler in his hand instead of his gun. The boy laughed, "that's one badass stapler!" Then he used the stapler in the man's hand to hit the robber over the head which created a large, bloody cut and the man to fall off the counter unconscious.

"Although there's been no activity for a few minutes, we're gonna stay live on location to make sure we don't miss anything in this hostage situation at the Capital West Bank."

Ben shifted from foot to foot as he looked at the other children around him in uncertainty. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Come on, Ben." Luther sighed out, "there's more guys in the vault."

Jemma appeared at his side in a blur as the wind whipped the group at her arrival. She flashed the boy a soft smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Ben. It'll be over soon."

Ben stared at her for a moment and sighed heavily. Her smile held such promise and reassurance that he was filled with the obligation to do his part. "I didn't sign up for this." He opened the glass door and entered the vault.

Screams from the hostages who were let go filled the air as they all ran out of the bank in a panic. How could they not panic after what they've just seen? "Now we see the hostages. They- They're free." Jim observed, "they're scared, clearly, but they do seem to be unharmed."

There was also the horrified and pained screams of the other robbers who were inside of the vault. The children all gathered around the door as they waited for the final member of their team to finish up. Jemma cringed at the sight of the blood and bodies being pressed up against the glass as Ben used his power to kill them all. The inhuman sounds and screeches disturbed her slightly as she looked away from the scene.

When the screams died down and the roars of the beasts under Ben's skin diminished, the door then opened to reveal the boy. He was covered head to toe in blood as he shakily exited the room. He sighed heavily and took in a deep breath. "Can we go home now?"

Jemma's small nose crinkled up in slight disgust at the sight of her best friend covered in blood. In only a few seconds with the wind whipping around the room, Ben was cleaned up of the blood to the best of Jemma's ability. Ben sighed out in relief after being somewhat cleaned up. He flashed the blonde a small, thankful smile, "thanks, Jem."

She returned it and brushed off her slightly red hands as she grabbed his hand with a heartwarming smile and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "No problem, Ben!"

"People are coming out now," Jim said as the seven uniform wearing children exited the bank and came to stand in a line in front of it. Jim's voice was drenched in confusion at the sight. "It's not the armed robbers. These are young schoolchildren in uniforms with masks on."

"Lower your weapon!" A police officer demanded even though the children obviously had no signs of weapons on them.

"Jim Hellerman, Channel 2 News." He said as he and the cameraman tried to get a closer look at the group in front of the bank.

There were an array of questions that were shouted at the children who only continued o stand tall and proud due to their accomplishment. One asked, "how did you get in the bank?"

"What happened inside?" Another shouted.

Across the way on a tall building, Sir Reginald Hargreeves watched the scene unfold through a telescope. He was quite satisfied with the end result of the debut for the Academy. He knew that this was the start of promising things for the team.

Next to him, a girl with brown hair also watched them. She turned to her father, "why can't I go play with the others?"

"We've been through this before, Number Seven." Reginald gruffly said as he turned to the girl. "I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."

Vanya bowed her head in disappointment, "oh."

"Our world is changing," Reginald declared as now he stood in front of the group of children. Cameras flashed and took pictures of the proud and peculiar children behind him as he spoke. "Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

Questions were shot at him quickly left and right from all of the reporters there. "Mr. Hargreeves! Mr. Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?"

Reginald looked indifferent at the question as he stood to the side of the children. "They were suitably compensated."

Another woman spoke up with another important question, "are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"

"Of course." He firmly said, "as I am for the fate of the world."

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"Listen up, old man." Klaus said as he paced in front of the bar in the living room. The ashes of his father sat on the bar itself as he spoke to it. He was trying(and failing) to use his powers to communicate with Reginald as Luther had wanted. "You know, if I was murdered, and if one of my sons- adopted sons happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don't know," he laughed out. "I don't know, manifesting!" He shouted out and throwing his hands up while he started to grow slightly frustrated. "Do the whole big angry ghost lecture. Tell everyone who done it, and find eternal peace."

Jemma watched the scene with a raised eyebrow as for once she wasn't sipping on a glass of alcohol. Even though she really wanted to have something to numb her mind, Klaus had forbidden it for the time being. However, thanks to her fast metabolism, her body easily burned through the alcohol and became sober quite quickly. She could guess that was one upside to her superspeed. Though if she wanted to stay drunk, it meant that she would have to constantly be drinking the liquid to keep her mind hazy.

"Eternal peace is probably overrated." She told him from her seat at the bar next to the urn of their father's ashes.

Klaus snapped his fingers at her words as he seemingly agreed with her. Klaus just about glowered at the picture of the old man and sighed. "Come on now, Reggie. Any time now. Please." Jemma found quite a lot of entertainment from watching Klaus try to use his powers. An amused smile was plastered on her face. "Just need to sober up! Clear thoughts." He hit himself on the face a few times as if that was what would sober him up. "Come on! Come on, chop-chop!" He shouted while clapping his hands impatiently. Jemma snickered as he grew even more frustrated, "you always were a stubborn bastard!" He pointed all around the room as if their father was there somewhere. He sighed and shook his head at the fact that he was getting nowhere with his powers. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink."

"I'll take one too if you don't mind," Jemma smiled sweetly only to pout when Klaus shook his head sternly. Well, as sternly as you could get when you were completely high. She stuck out her lip, "But Klaus!"

"Nope. None for you, sister!" He then reached over the counter to get what he needed to make a drink only to accidentally knock over the earn. Reginald's ashes went everywhere across the bar. Klaus gasped before laughing, "Oh! Oh."

Jemma shook her head as she moved away from the bar. "Good going, Klaus. If dad wasn't pissed already, he certainly is now."

Klaus shook his head as he disregarded the ashes and started to get a glass for his drink. He waved his hand over his shoulder in her direction and asked a rhetorical question, "when was he not pissed?"

The blonde puckered her lips as she thought about that for a second, "I guess you're right." She then sighed, "anyway, since you won't let me have a drink," she glared at him for that. He merely raised his hands in surrender before continuing to pour himself a drink. "I'm going to my room."

Her brother nodded his head as he flashed her a tight-lipped smile. "Alright, and don't try sneaking out to get a drink, young lady!" Klaus did his best to imitate a father scolding his child.

Jemma rolled her eyes with a cheeky smirk, "like you would even know if I've left or not." With that said, the blonde disappeared in a blur and a gust of wind which left Klaus alone with his thoughts.

He shook his head at her words. He didn't like the fact that she drank herself stupid every day. He didn't like how she tried to drown herself to death in alcohol. If Jemma wasn't a speedster and didn't have a fast metabolism, he was certain that she would have died of alcohol poisoning years ago. Though he supposed that's how she and the others felt about him and his drug usage.

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All of the Hargreeves children tried to make themselves comfortable in the house. Luther and Allison went to their bedrooms and started to go through all of their things. Allison looked at an old magazine with herself on the cover and even found the heart-shaped locket that she had had ever since she was a kid. 'A+L' was engraved on it.

Luther rummaged through his old stuff in his room also. He looked through the array of records that he had and the books that he used to read. His room was left the same ever since he left for his mission on the moon.

Also in her old bedroom, Jemma plopped herself down on the green duvet of the small bed. Multiple posters of boy bands from when she was a kid were plastered on the walls along with pictures of her family from years ago. One particular picture frame caught her eye. It rested on her desk face down. She walked over to her desk and picked up the picture and what stared back at her caused her stomach to turn slightly. It was of herself when she was about sixteen. She had a bright smile as always and her eyes were alight with happiness. She was encased in a pair of arms that belonged to her best friend, Ben. She shook her head at the sight and put the picture frame down again. Though this time she kept it upright instead of it being face down. She stared at it a moment longer before turned to lay down on her bed facing away from the picture. It was obviously too painful to look at.

Klaus shuffled into the basement kitchen with his father's urn in his hands. He placed the ash-filled container on the table before rummaging through his coat pockets. He found a small baggie with a few pills inside of it. These were the drugs that he had bought with the money he got from selling that box. He poured them out into his hand, "three?" He sighed at the amount, "okay!" He threw back his head and swallowed the pills before hopping onto the table and laying down on it.

Diego plopped himself down on the couch in the living room and laid down with a soft sigh. He pulled out a small dagger from a sheath on his person and started to play with it. The thoughts of his family's dynamic running through his mind bitterly. How Luther could just insinuate any of them for killing their father is baffling! Yes, Diego hated Reginald and has no problem saying that out loud. However, he wouldn't have gone as far as to kill the old bastard. None of them would have gone as far as to commit murder!

In the foyer, Vanya sat on the grand stairs alone. She felt completely out of place in the home. Her family didn't seem to want her there and she couldn't completely commend them for their thoughts on her. She did basically reveal all of the deep, dark secrets of their family to the public. She can understand their hatred for her.

Luther bent down to the various records that he owned and pulled out one in particular. He pulled it out of its case and set it into the record player. The rhythmic beats of Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now" echoed through the house. Everyone could hear it from Allison who was right next door to Luther to Klaus in the basement.

"Children Behave," Jemma shook her head at the song and continued to lay down on her bed. Though she couldn't deny that she felt like dancing slightly, just a little bit. The song just reminded her too much of her childhood. At least, it reminded her of the good parts of her childhood. "That's what they say when we're together!"

Everyone else had the same feeling. All of the superpowered adults started to dance around the rooms that they were in. Klaus had started to use Reginald's urn as a dance partner while Allison danced with a fluffy pink boa on her bed. Diego hopped around the living room after closing the door to the room so no one would see him. Vanya also started to dance as well, though it appeared slightly awkward and stiff. Eventually, the music got to Jemma who started to dance around her room. She could forget about everything for a moment and let the old pop song encase her in some sort of momentary joy.

Though the moment of bliss didn't last for long. Jemma squeaked when thunder boomed from outside. A blue hue poured through the windows as she took a look outside to see a large portal like thing in the courtyard. Her eyes widened before she sped out of the room and outside. For a moment, she was glad that Klaus had stopped her from getting drunk. However, she was certain that she would need a drink after witnessing whatever the anomaly was.

In the basement, Klaus jumped at the sound. "Oh!" He gasped and caught his father's urn before it could clatter to the ground as it slid across the table like it was being pulled by an invisible force. "Daddy?" He then jumped out of the way when an assortment of sharp objects, specifically knives, flew through the air and embedded themselves into the wall.

Everyone came running out of the house and into the courtyard to see what the hell was going on. Jemma was already out there and pretty close to the strange thing. They all stared at it and came to stand before it.

"What is it?" Vanya shouted over the loud noise.

Allison shook her head while staring at his and moving to stand next to Luther. "Don't get too close!"

Diego grabbed Jemma's hand and pulled her back as he thought she was too close to it. "Yeah, no shit."

Luther assessed the large portal, "looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two."

"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan," Diego shouted which earned him a smack on the shoulder from Jemma.

Klaus then came running out of the house with a fire extinguisher held in his hands, "Out of the way!"

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. "Klaus-" Jemma started out in concern and confusion. Klaus only tried to use the extinguisher on the portal thinking that it would do something. Though when it proved to do nothing, he just threw it into the portal which caused it to disappear.

"What is that gonna do?" Allison asked in exasperation.

"I don't know." Klaus stated in vexation, "do you have a better idea?"

The wind and thunder then started to pick up as lightning seemed to strike the ground around them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Luther shouted as he pushed Klaus behind him. "Everybody get behind me."

"Yeah," Diego agreed and made sure that Jemma was behind him. In turn, Jemma made sure that Vanya was close by to her and behind their brothers. "Get behind us."

"I vote for running, c'mon!" Klaus tugged on Jemma's arm to hopefully get her out of there only for her to stay planted on her feet. She was far too enraptured with whatever the large blue portal was. A figure then appeared on the other side of it and seemingly was trying to push its way through. A body then flew out of the strange portal and landed on the ground hard. The portal disappeared as quickly as it appeared and left the figure there and everything went back to normal.

Whoever fell out of the anomaly shifted slightly on the ground and slowly sat up. The person, a young boy, wore a grey suit and tie that was obviously too big for him. Everyone stared at the boy with wide eyes as they recognized the unforgettable face of the boy who had been missing for nearly two decades. Klaus was the first one to speak up, "does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?"

Number Five stared at the older versions of his siblings before glancing down at himself. The realization of the situation he was now in dawned on him as he started to curse himself. He may have been able to travel back in time but somehow, he got the equations slightly off. "Shit," that was the first word that the siblings had heard Number Five mutter after seventeen years.

Jemma stared at her little brother for a long moment in shock before sighing deeply, "I definitely need a drink now."

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The group of seven all sat or stood in the basement kitchen. Six pairs of wide eyes watched the seemingly young boy bustle around the kitchen in search of a snack. "What's the date? The exact date," Five asked as he started to grab a few things around the kitchen.

"The twenty-fourth," Vanya told him through her shock.

Five nodded his head as he started to make himself a well-deserved peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich. That amused Jemma slightly. The fact that even if it had been some time since he had been gone, Five would still jump at the chance to eat his favorite snack. "Of what?"

This time it was Jemma who answered him with wide eyes that she had yet to tear off of him, "March."

He glanced up at her and stared for a short moment before turning back down to his sandwich. "Good."

"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked sternly though Five stayed silent. Everyone glanced at each other as they tried to comprehend what was happening before Luther stood up to tower over little Number Five. "It's been 17 years."

Five scoffed and glared at the large man. "It's been a lot longer than that," he then spacial jumped from in front of Luther to behind him on a stool to grab something off of a shelf. Something that annoyed Luther and the others to no end!

Luther clenched his jaw and muttered under his breath, already annoyed, "I haven't missed that."

"Where'd you go?" Diego asked with his arms crossed.

"The future," Five commented offhandedly like he was answering a question about the weather. "And it's shit, by the way."

"Called it," Klaus couldn't help but put his two cents in with a raise of his hand. Jemma rolled his eyes at his comment and hit him over the head. His side comments weren't necessary at that moment. Finding out what happened to Five was the most important thing that they should be worrying about.

Five only continued to make his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich as he explained everything to them. "I should've listened to the old man." He sighed, "you know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He finally looked up at stared at Klaus who was still wearing Allison's skirt while criss-crossed on top of the table. "Nice dress."

Klaus gasped out in a bashful, playful manner as he twirled the skit slightly, "oh, well, danke!"

Vanya shook her head and tried to stay on task, "wait, how did you get back?"

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time."

Everyone stared at him as if he had grown another head. No one could understand what the hell he had spewed on about. The group was all smart individuals but none of them were intelligent enough to truly understand all the time travel science that Five had explained to them. Diego shook his head, "that makes no sense."

Five flashed the group a tight-lipped, sarcastic smile, "well, it would if you were smarter." At his insult, Diego jumped out of his chair to lunge at his brother. However, Luther held him back as both of them glowered at him.

"How long were you there?" Luther asked in order to try and sever the uncomfortable and soon-to-be hostile environment. It seemed like even after all this time, Five was still the annoying brat they knew and, reluctantly, missed. Though, at the moment, just about everyone was questioning why they missed the boy.

"Forty-five years," his answer earned him even more wide-eyed stares of disbelief. "Give or take."

Luther, baffled, stumbled over his words, "so what are you saying? That you're 58?"

"No," Five turned up to them with an annoyed scowl. "My consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now thirteen again." The way that he stared at them made it plain to see that he thought they were all idiots. They most certainly couldn't understand what he was trying to explain which frustrated Five quite a bit.

"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya asked him though didn't get an answered.

Jemma shook her head from her seat beside Allison and rubbed her temple. "This is getting so confusing," she sighed out before taking a swig of her alcoholic drink.

Five ignored them as he turned away with his sandwich in hand while an unreadable expression crossed over his young face. "Delores kept saying the equations were off," He shrugged his shoulders before taking a large, satisfying bite out of his sandwich. "Eh. Bet she's laughing now."

All of their eyebrows furrowed at the mention of someone they did not know about at all. "Delores?" Vanya asked.

Five once again ignored her and shrugged his shoulders, indifferently, "hmm." He picked up the discarded newspaper for that day where a stoic picture of his father stared back at him blandly. He read the headline: 'CITY SAYS GOODBYE TO REGINALD HARGREEVES' "Guess I missed the funeral."

Luther's eyes narrowed, "how'd you know about that?"

"What part of the future do you not understand?" Growled Five in annoyance. He stared at the picture for a long moment, "heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah," Diego confirmed only for Luther to grunt out with a disagreeing; "no."

"Hmm." Five hummed before throwing down the newspaper back onto the table. "Nice to see nothing's changed."

The group watched in bewilderment as Five stepped away from the table, "Uh, that's it?" Allison spoke up, "That's all you have to say?"

Five didn't look back at them as he made his way or the exit to do god knows what. "What else is there to say? The circle of life."

The group of six were left without their missing, now found, brother who seemed to not care about Reginald's death at all. It was taking them all a moment to comprehend everything that had just happened in such a short amount of time. "Well…" Luther broke the silence. "That was interesting."

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After speaking with his siblings, Five instantly ran up to his old bedroom in search of some more suitable clothes. It felt strange to be back in his old childhood home after forty-five years. The last time he had seen the Academy, the building had been reduced to rubble and ash while fire decorated everything. He sighed while opening up his wardrobe to get some new clothes. However, the moment he opened it, he grimaced slightly. He rummaged through the multiple uniforms that were completely identical to each other. He sighed when he knew that there was nothing else to wear. "Ah, shit."

The boy then found himself standing in the living room and gazing at the portrait of himself hanging above the fireplace. Soft footfalls greeted his ears as Vanya entered the room. He glanced over his shoulder and caught a glance at the small woman. "Nice to know Dad didn't forget me." He said as Vanya slowly came to stand next to him. He turned to her and took in a deep breath, "read your book, by the way. Found it in a library that was still standing. I thought it was pretty good, all things considered." Vanya gnawed on her bottom lip as Five nodded his head with pursed lips. "Yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. Sure that went over well."

Vanya gulped as an expression of sadness washed over her pale face. "They hate me." Her voice came out weak and soft.

Five shook his head slowly, "oh, there are worse things that can happen."

"You mean like what happened to Ben?" Vanya couldn't help herself but ask the question.

The mention of their brother, Number Six, caused even more tension to flood the room. "Was it bad?" Five asked stoically. From reading Vanya's book, he knew that Ben had died young. He could tell that his death had fractured the family even more than it had been before. He also could not imagine how painful it was to lose him at that time. In the past, when he first found out about Ben's death, it was saddening to hear. However, he also found out about it right after all of humankind had been wiped off of the Earth. A death of one single person was insignificant to that of the extinction of an entire planet.

The silence that was a response to his question instantly answered his question. Vanya's mind then jumped to Jemma. The blonde was the most heartbroken over Ben's death. It seemed like a part of her also died that day along with Ben. She never truly was the same after his death. Vanya knew that Jemma was the closest to Ben as the same could be said about Ben being close to her. They were attached to the hip basically all their lives. Jemma had been torn apart when he died… Vanya hated that Jemma had fallen into the deep, dark depression that caused her to become a chronic alcoholic.

As if she heard Vanya's thoughts, said blond appeared in the doorway of the living room. Her short hair had been pulled back slightly by a soft green colored headband. Her makeup was fixed and her clothing had been straightened out(no doubt the work of Allison) and a small rosy hue licked from one of her cheekbones to the other and up the bridge of her nose. Jemma appeared to be slightly buzzed but it would soon pass quickly due to her superspeed. She flashed her two siblings a small, kind smile. "I think we're going to start the memorial for dad," she took in a deep breath. "We're going to do it in the courtyard."

"Alright," Vanya said as she looked at Five and gestured them to follow after Jemma who still waited for them at the doorway. "Come on."

Five stared at Jemma for a moment with furrowed eyebrows before nodding his head. The trio then headed towards the courtyard to meet the rest of their family for the memorial to Reginald Hargreeves.

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Rain poured down from the dark sky. It was completely appropriate for the droplets of rain to pelt the umbrellas in the courtyard. All of the Hargreaves family crowded together right by the spot that Luther talked about earlier. Jemma hugged her midsection to try and keep herself warm. The white cardigan she wore wasn't doing the trick. She stood beside Klaus who carried a small pink umbrella and Five who shared his umbrella with her.

"Did something happen?" Grace asked airily with a smile. It was strange… Their mother seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that their dad had died.

Allison's eyebrows furrowed, "Dad died. Remember?"

"Oh," Grace then frowned at the reminder, "Yes, of course."

They all shared a look in confusion. Jemma spoke up from underneath the black umbrella she was currently sharing with Five. "Is Mom okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine." Diego denied with a sniff, "she just needs to rest. You know, recharge."

They all nodded their head at that, yet they didn't seem too convinced. However, that wasn't all too concerning at the moment. Getting through this memorial to their father was the main focus on their minds. Yet, all of his children's minds were filtered with a variety of different thoughts. There were many in between but at least one thought that they all had in common was 'thank god he's gone'. Well, except for Luther. The boy was ever loyal to his father!

Pogo stepped up holding his own umbrella, "whenever you're ready, dear boy."

Luther nodded his head solemnly and opened up the urn to pour the ashes out of it. In an anticlimactic manner, the dust just fell limp to the ground. Everyone was silent as they either stared or glowered at the pile that was once Reginald Hargreeves. Luther cleared his throat, "probably would have been better with some wind."

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked and only earned silence in return. It was obvious that either no one wanted to speak because they didn't know what to say or they knew exactly what to say and they weren't exactly pleasant words. Pogo sighed, "very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy."

Diego clenched his jaw as he could no longer stay quiet, "he was a monster. He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."

"Diego," Allison tried to scold him only for him to snap at her in return.

"My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names." The others shared glances with each other at his words that were completely true. "He had Mom do it."

At the mention of her name, Grace perked up with a large smile, "would anyone like something to eat?"

Vanya shook her head, "no, it's okay, Mom."

Grace's smile didn't falter, "oh, okay."

"Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead." Diego shook his head as he walked so he stood into the middle of the small circle. "But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."

Luther growled at the disrespect Diego was spewing out, "you should stop talking now."

The anger had built up between the two was growing even more and was on the verge of snapping. From the glares that they were sending each other, it was only a matter of time before their emotions boiled over and they did something drastic. "You know, you of all people should be on my side here," Diego shouted, "Number One."

"I am warning you."

Diego continued to taunt him, "after everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away."

Luther's body started to shake from anger, "Diego, stop talking."

Diego jabbed his finger into Luther's chest and poked him multiple times, "that's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" And that was the last straw. Luther swung at Diego who quickly ducked underneath his arm.

"Boys," Pogo shouted out, "stop this at once!"

The two only ignored his shout and focused on each other. The two of them had only just started to let out their frustration and anger on each other.

Diego started to taunt Luther with a smirk, "come on, big boy!"

"Stop it!" Vanya shouted out desperately.

"Hit him!" Klaus encouraged the two, "hit him!"

Pogo couldn't watch the scene any longer. So, with a shake of his head, he turned around to head back inside.

Jemma was starting to get annoyed with the childish ways of her brothers. In the past, it was quite a feat to annoy Jemma as she was a very tolerable person. She used to be patient and understanding of everyone! Though she could really only blame her alcoholism for causing her to become intolerable easier than in the past. "Guys come on, just stop!"

The two of them ignored their family’s calls to end their fight and continued to throw punches and dodge others. "Get off me!"

Five heavily sighed out in frustration while watching them, "we don't have time for this." He then spun on his heels and disappeared into the house. That left Jemma to embrace the cold droplets of water that fell onto her skin now that she didn't have an umbrella to protect her.

"Come here, big boy!" Diego taunted. Luther then jumped and aimed a bunch at Diego only for the smaller of the two to jump out of the way. His punch then collided with the statue of Ben which caused it to break loose and fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Jemma clenched her eyes shut as her body started to shake slightly. And it wasn't due to the cold, at all.

Allison stared at the scene lamely, "And there goes Ben's statue." Luther watched as she shook her head lightly at him before turning around to head inside.

Diego stared at Luther who was momentarily distracted by Allison's departure and pulled out one of his knives. Vanya's eyes widened when she saw him do that. "Diego, no!" The knife then flew through the air and cleanly cut Luther in his arm. The large man panted out slightly in pain before covering up the wound and rushing to get inside. As they watched their brother dash back inside, Vanya approached Diego. "You never know when to stop, do you?"

Diego glared at her and bent down slightly to her smaller height. "You got enough material for your sequel yet?"

She wouldn't allow his malicious taunts get to her at that moment. She understood how she betrayed the family and was willing to accept that. However, she wouldn't let Diego insinuate at she was only there to get material for her sequel. "He was my father, too." With that, Vanya turned around and walked away.

Diego disregarded her comment and approach his mother who stared off into space with a small smile on her face. "Mom. Let's go inside." He grabbed her arm gently and started to lead her away. "Come on. Okay? Come on."

Only Jemma and Klaus remained outside. The junkie's eyes were trained on the ashes in the ground. He stood up from his spot on the stone bench and lazily trotted over to the remains of his father. "I bet you're loving this. Hmm?" Klaus asked the pile of ash as he crouched down to be level with it. "The team at its best. It's just like old times." Klaus lazily took a drag from his cigarette before sticking it into the pile of ashes that was once his father. He stood up and turned around, "best funeral ever." Klaus exclaimed as he started to walk back towards the door that leads into the house.

He looked back over his shoulder to see Jemma still standing in the rain without any protection from an umbrella. Rain pelted down on her and flattened her hair to her skull. The make-up that was on her face started to run across her flustered cheeks as she continued to stare at the broken statue of her dead best friend.

"God, you'll get a cold out here," He commented as he walked over to her. He used his child-sized, pink umbrella to cover her. "I don't want a repeat of last week." The remembrance of last week where Jemma had gotten ill and still insisted on getting drunk surfaced in his mind. Let's just say that it hadn't turned out well for either of them… Or that bus driver…

Jemma shook her head, "don't worry, I'll only be a minute or so… I just need to be alone."

Klaus was about to interject and tell her to come inside only for his eyes to drift off at an empty space just off to the side of Jemma. For a moment, he was silent, as if he was listening to something(or someone). He then sighed and nodded his head, "fine, fine! But don't come whining to me when you get sick!"

His sister let out a weak giggle at his words. She nodded her head, "I promise I won't get sick and if I do, I'll stay as far away from you as I can."

Satisfied with her answer but still slightly concerned about her thoughts, Klaus nodded his head and skipped towards the door into the house. "See ya, Jem."

Jemma sighed as she rolled her eyes at his behavior. She knew for a fact that Klaus was going to enjoy himself with the drugs that he had bought a few hours ago. Her electric blue eyes surveyed the courtyard and landed on the now empty platform where Ben's statue once was. Her cheeks were soaked. Whether it was from the rain or her own tears, she wasn't sure.

She slowly approached the fallen statue and stared at it long and hard. If she really was crying, no one would have noticed. Well, only two people probably would have. However, one of those people was currently getting as high as a kite while the other was… well dead.

Though it wasn't like she could notice the figure sitting on the empty platform next to her. They stared at her from underneath their black hoodie with eyes filled with sorrow and regret as they watched her cry.

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MY MASTER LIST OF NUMBER FIVE FANFICTION

I write exclusively Number Five Hargreeves smutty fanfiction. If you have any requests for one shots featuring Five x reader-insert or my original characters, please let me know! I am always up for new ideas and would love to hear yours! Use the Ask Me Anything button for requests.

The only "rules" I have are as follows ( no judgement to anyone, I just have my preferences):

Five will be aged up to at least 17 or 18 (body wise) or older

Five is an old man underneath it all, so no teenage romances or crushes

No rape/non-con, but dub-con is ok

No ABO, hardcore BDSM, Yandere

*Updated May 2024*

POSTED ON TUMBLR:

Room For One More

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Five x Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7192 words, one-shot

Warnings: M/M/F, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration

Summary: Five and Klaus head out to the bar to celebrate their birthday. When they catch the eye of the attractive bartender, she decides to give them a very special birthday present. The only catch is they have to share.

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee -Chapters 1-6

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee-Chapters 7-9

Five x Female Reader, Klaus x Female Reader, 50,497 words, 9 chapters

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.

Physical Fitness

Five x Female Reader, 2800 words, one-shot

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Summary: Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Lewd Public Acts

Five x Female OC, 7,412 words, one-shot

Warnings: Explicit sex

Summary: Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot

Warnings: Sex, little bit of blood kink

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Weak

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,891 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted, from Five's POV.

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries to hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Strength

Warnings: Sex

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,427 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted and Weak

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31, 310 words, 5 chapters

Warnings: Explicit sex, praise kink, rough sex, Five is physically 17, reader is 30

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3, 4, 5

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Halo (Series)

Five x Female OC multi-part series that follows Five and his eventual wife, Vivian, through many stages of their life together. 5 parts total.

All parts in this series rated E for explicit sex.

Halo

First part in series, 25,460 words, 7 chapters

Summary: What starts as a one-night stand eventually turns into a growing romance. Number Five and Vivian are drawn to one another, despite their initial resistance. However, Five's past makes a relationship difficult and she has some issues of her own. Despite an unhealthy codependency, their lives are intertwined. For better or for worse.

Hole In My Soul

Second part in series, 30,903 words, 11 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five now have an established relationship and are in love. She melds easily into the Hargreeves family as Five finally discloses their relationship to his siblings. But some disturbing behavior from Five makes Viv re-evaluate her choices. Will their love for one another be enough when life throws them a curve ball and they have some tough decisions to make?

Just Like Heaven

Third part in series, 25,362 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five have been actively trying to start a family, but to no avail. The stress is wearing on them both and it's affecting their once solid relationship. With the last few months left on Five's Commission contract, he is looking forward to putting that part of his life in the past. However, Viv is soon confronted with a harsh truth that puts their relationship in jeopardy.

Promise To Kill

Fourth part in series, 86,881 words, 12 chapters

Summary: Five is married to the love of his life, with a young son, and the retirement life he always dreamed. Everything is perfect. Which should have been Five's first clue that something was going to go wrong. A new discovery involving his child leads to a horrible family tragedy. The Umbrella Academy has to step up to save the day and Five's family.

Our Forever

Fifth and final part in series, 32,175 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Five's never been great with healthy coping skills. Even after all this time. When he is faced with a horrible tragedy and he doesn't know how to cope, he blames himself, as usual. But this time, it seems it can't be fixed. Until a sudden vision from beyond makes him realize that maybe he can after all.

Five/Vivian One-Shot Series

Five x OC collection of one-shots that show little glimpses into Five and Vivian's life over the years, in no particular order or timeline. 11 works in total.

All works in this series rated E or M for explicit sex/smut

Damaged 3,210 words

Extra Credit 6,436 words

Piece de Resistance aka The French Lady Incident 7,999 words

The New Neighbor 7,136 words

Sharp Dressed Man 5,514 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Coming And Going 5,491 words

Let's Hear It For The Boy 7,508 words

You Are My Constant 19,757 words

Summary: This is technically a one-shot, but it's longer because it depicts Five and Vivian's honeymoon and contains more plot and character development

Lewd Public Acts 7,412 words (same story that is posted on Tumblr)

When Number Five Steps Out, He's Gonna Do You In 8,730 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Take Me To Church 6,465 words

Works separate from my series:

The Sexual Awakenings Of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves

Five x Various Female OCs, 40,516 words, 8 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago that Five was a total moron when it came to sex, and women in general. Having spent his most formative years isolated and alone, once he was thrown back into society, his lack of experience was obvious.... And even though he tried not to let it bother him, he quickly realized that it did. It bothered him a lot.

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Female OC (unnamed), Five x Dolores, 6,029 words, one-shot

Rated M for smut/sex

Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.

The Assassin's Date

Five x Female OC, 59,057 words, 9 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: After saving the world, Five Hargreeves is working as an independent hitman for hire. When a tough and beautiful woman is witness to one of his crimes, the last thing Five wants to do is kill her. Instead, he makes her a deal. If she goes on one date with him, he'll let her live. When she agrees, he can't help but notice that the date might be fake, but his feelings are real.

All Apologies

Five, The Hargreeves Siblings, Five x Dolores, 21,892 words, 4 chapters

Rated T for teen (language, mentions of masturbation)

Summary: All Five had wanted to do was to keep his family safe, and away from their father. As the young Umbrella Academy pull further away from one another, Five desperately tries to make them see that their only chance at a happy life is to get out from under Reginald's rule. His methods of convincing, however, lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and typical Hargreeves drama. Years later, when Five is alone with only Dolores to talk to, he finds himself thinking back on all of his mistakes.

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31,310 words, 5 chapters (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

The Text Mess

Five, Klaus, 5,576, one-shot, co-authored by KayBreezy

Rated T for teen (sexual references, clothed dick pics)

Summary: With no apocalypse looming, and Reginald gone, left with their powers but not much else, the Hargreeves were finally getting to figure out life on their own terms. Number Five was doing what he always did. He was surviving and doing his best to move on from his traumatic past, though the success of that endeavor was evident in the day-to-day reality of his new self-inflicted dark and lonely existence. And then along came Klaus...

Full Circle

Five x Female OC, 96,272 words, 14 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex, threats of rape, violence, child abuse

Summary: Even without an apocalypse to head off, Five has lived a hard life. Physical and emotional abuse from his father, along with devastating heartbreak; this is all he knows throughout his teenage years. As an adult, he becomes a Mafia Hitman. And not a Hitman with a heart of gold. After years of childhood trauma, Five is willing to kill, no questions asked, for the crime family he works for. When the one person in his life that ever meant anything to him shows up ten years later, he's willing to love and be loved again. But everything comes at a price.

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22,594 words, 5 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated M for smut/sex

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.901 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.917 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Multi-Chapter work in progress

Rated E for explicit sex

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i think there should be more trans-coded characters in media that just go by names like. idk. deathsinger or destroyer. and its not played off as a joke every time like ppl take it seriously after the initial comedy. And not just "oh he's five he's so silly" like I want a grown man going by antichrist or some shit.

#sorry I'm reminiscing over cooler names i coulda chosen #to clarify this is not ab five hargreeves this is ab like a 5 yr old in media wanting to be called dinosaur or smthn #which is fine but there's sooo much of that and its chalked up to 'kids being kids' and they usually accept their given name at the end #of the ep/book lol #I've rarely seen one that continues to identify with their newly chosen name #also everyone tagging this with their ocs im kissing you rn

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UMBRELLA ACADEMY APPRECIATION WEEK -

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#nt.#fanart #my art #umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy x oc #umbrella academy x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreaves x you #five hargreeves #tua #tua five

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Arrow of Time- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Chapter 2 (Hard Feelings Part 5)

SUMMARY: When the mother of all teenage tantrums causes time itself to fracture, Five has to travel back to 1831 to repair the damage. But will he be able to cope with what he finds there? On to Chapter 3 >> << Back to Chapter 1

Aoife cheats on her math test...with disastrous results.

Blue balls for Five ahead.

Chapter 2: The Bike Shorts

When you enter the bedroom, Five’s lying on top of the sheets, still in his cycling gear (minus the helmet).He looks almost entirely calm now, chest rising and falling only slightly harder than usual. He flashes you his most charming smile, however, patting the bed beside him.

“Aoife ok?” he asks.

“Fine. Back to rolling her eyes.”

“Good,” he grins up at you, “well that was a shitshow.”

You flop down next to him and melt into his embrace.

“What brought it on?”

“It was stupid. I rode past the Argyle Public Library.” he runs his fingers through his hair, “it’s been demolished.”

“Oh.”

You understand immediately. It had been his and Dolores’ home base, enough of the internal structure left standing to provide them with shelter to sleep. It had been the closest thing he’d had to a home for him for forty years: the longest he’d ever lived anywhere.

“Wanna know something funny? They must be halfway through: the way they pulled it down, it looked exactly the same. The same parts were left standing.” a bitter smile pulled at one corner of his mouth, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.”

You know his mind now almost as intimately as your own: he’s not just talking about the way the two timelines rhyme.

“It’s been ten years since I had a freakout like that,” he says, resentfully. “I been to therapy every two weeks minimum , I take the damn pills religiously and still I lose my ever-loving shit over a building.”

You ease his hand out of the fist he’s screwed it into. You take a breath to respond to him but he plows over you.

“And I know what you’re going to say: the state I was in when we got together, it’s amazing that I haven’t had a major freakout for ten years. Maybe if I weren’t taking the pills, I’d be losing my mind every damn day, and I know therapy isn’t a cure-all, it just helps you work with what you got but…”

He pauses for a second, frustration on hold as his conscious mind catches up with what he’s said. Then he gives a rough laugh.

“And you’d be right,” he rolls to face you, smiling genuinely now.

“You said it all for me,” you shrug, smiling back at him.

The realization seems to have bolstered him:

“So, all in all, I give myself five stars for that panic attack. Threw it off like a champ.”

“You did,” you smile, leaning over and kissing his lips gently.

He’s always thought you have the sweetest lips. Maddening, in fact.

Even after all these years, the lines of your body are still the delight of his eye, particularly the ones that have developed since you’ve been with him. Everything you’d tell yourself is imperfection is, for him, just another object of devotion. After all, the stretch marks, wrinkles and reduced elasticity are all products of the fifteen years you’ve given to him: sixteen Christmases; fifteen fourth of Julys; fifteen whole trips around the sun that you chose to spend with him when you should have run a mile right at the start.

He wants to celebrate that, wants to love you physically and worship your body with his.

The kiss you give him is only just beyond a peck, but he leans into your perfect mouth and works his way between your lips. You pull away before he’s half done.

Honestly…it’s been a while. He’s kept his frustration quiet: work has been troubling you. It’s fine: it’s just a matter of feeling stressed on top of getting a little older. He knows it’s not because you love him any less…academically, at least. He can take care of himself ok and even if you never had sex ever again that’s perfectly fine: he’s in this for the long haul, no matter what.

He’d cope…he’d adapt. He’d find a way to not ogle you, mouth dry, every time you get undressed. He’d spent most of his life having, (with all respect to his first long-term partner), sub-optimal sex. Now he’s had fifteen years of amazing sex, it’s almost unbearable to imagine having to just ‘make do’ again. But he will if he needs to.

He hates feeling needy. It’s a form of vulnerability he’s not yet able to reconcile in himself. It doesn’t feel so long ago but he remembers how you used to look up at him with needy eyes… Maybe tonight can break the dry spell.

“Say…how about you and I…”

You look at him with amusement, “Really, Five?”

“Come on….” he adjusts his body so he’s leant against the headboard and you can see his hand skimming down his body towards his crotch, “you know you like the bike shorts.”

“You’re seriously going straight from a major panic attack to horny?”

In answer, ghosts his fingers over his package. The shorts certainly are tight… Were you in the mood, something about them would make you want to reach in there and root around to see what you can find. They cling attractively in all the right places, stopping an inch or so above the knee. As if his bulge wasn’t enough, the way they sculpt themselves around his muscled thighs and perfectly peachy ass is…noticeable, to say the least.

“I’m a little tired.” you say, not wanting to burst his bubble but hoping he’ll take the hint.

“I can be quick,” he says, trying to keep the slight plea out of his voice, “you could call me daddy again, if you want. Aoife hasn’t called me that in years now.”

“Nice try, Five,” you smirk, “maybe next time.”

“Oh, I’m not trying,” he says, rising to a kneel, turning and straddling your thighs, “I’m succeeding.”

He’s half-joking but nevertheless trying his luck, deliberately raising a rock-hard tent beneath his hand. Then, he rises on the bed into a high kneel.

Even in your totally unaroused state, the look he fixes you with almost makes you feel like a hooked fish being reeled in. He looms over you, head tilted and arrogant smirk firmly in place. He looks down his long nose as he paws at his boner, circling his hips. The shorts really are obscene. They would only have to be one iota tighter for them to cling to every single vein on his fit-to-burst shaft. As it stands, the lycra outlines the bell-shaped tip of his cock in minute anatomical detail.

It's a beguiling sight, but not beguiling enough.

“You’re still one hot grandpa but I’m sorry, I’m really not feeling it.”

He gives a small smile of acceptance and kisses your forehead before he swings his leg over and gets off you, heading for the ensuite bathroom.

“I’ll take care of myself,” he says as he peels off his cycling gear.. Then, in a final bid, he adds, “guess I’ll have to take a shower, lather up real good, lean up against the tiles and whack myself off with the suds…”

“Yeah, guess you will.” you say, picking up your reading glasses and the book off your nightstand.

Five stifles a sigh and enters the bathroom; boner leading the way like a perky seeing-eye-dog. As he shuts and locks the door behind him, he leans against it. It looks like it’s another night of jacking himself off into the shower tray. He tries not to feel hurt, tries to keep in mind all the reasonable thoughts from before. The humiliation of trying so hard only to be rejected? Rejected kindly, lovingly, but still rejected. He’s not going to degrade himself so far as to beg for sex. He’ll never be that pathetic.

Thank god for his left hand: it’s been there for him for nearly 80 years now and it’s always in the mood whenever he is.

The Trevor Dalton school covers PreK through to 12th grade. You’d initially felt conflicted about sending Aoife to private school but, for Five, only the best education money could buy would do for his daughter, regardless of your ‘commie bullshit’. You couldn’t help but agree emotionally; she deserved the best.

Overall, you’d been pleased with her progress: she had a firm group of friends and she enjoyed her extracurriculars- particularly band. Despite this, her math scores worried you both. Though Five had taken to tutoring her himself, she was showing little improvement in school. You’d both been pleased, therefore, to see how much time Aoife had spent holed up in her room studying for an upcoming math test.

Aoife certainly has been studying for her math test…just not in the way you and Five might think. She’s been practicing religiously every night before sleep. Every time, her temporal jumps are getting longer and without the need for all that stupid math. Last night, she managed to reverse an entire hour without even turning a hair. She can do it quickly too- she doesn’t have to force herself through the seconds like her dad seems to: she can just do it. He won’t know what’s hit him when she shows him what she knows.

Were she to sit down and analyze her feelings, she’d be unsure precisely why she wants this so much, whether she wants to make him proud or piss him off. Most of all, she wants to prove that she’s not a baby. All she can do is imagine the look in his eyes when she jumps through time with him along for the ride.

The math test will be her first time using her skills in the real world. She never blinked at school, (she’d learned early on that letting too many people in on the fact you have superpowers doesn’t end well) but jumping through time was different: when you went backwards, you’d erase anyone’s memory that you’d done anything unusual.

The test was in-class, and Aoife had taken care to discover the format before the big day. Mr Douglas would put the questions up on the board, the class would have thirty minutes to answer the questions and then, at the end, they would pass their answers to another student to mark and he would reveal the answers.

Sitting at her desk now, she’s full to bursting with nervous excitement. She can barely concentrate during the test, (not that she needs to), but she fills in stuff anyway. When Mr Douglas calls time and reveals the answers, she’s trembling so much that she’s surprised nobody’s noticed.

She passes her piece of paper to Izzie seated behind her and takes Jack’s from up ahead. Ignoring his paper, she grabs a fresh sheet of her own and begins to write down the right answers. This is what she’ll hand in…now she just has to make sure that this piece of paper is the one she passes to Izzie.

Holding her correct answers in one hand to exempt it from the reversal of time, she reaches easily into the abyss. It’s second nature now; couldn’t be any easier. It’s cool to watch. Alone in her bedroom, it was hard to see the effects; it's different in a crowded classroom. Jack’s pen reverses, going from right to left; eventually, he turns and takes his test back from her desk while Izzie hands Aoife’s over her shoulder. This, Aoife screws into a ball and drops into her backpack. The answers on the smartboard disappear as Mr Douglas moonwalks into his chair and the booger Kevin Simmons flicked across the room returns to his finger and he places it back up his nose.

Aoife lets go. Only somebody watching her closely would notice her jolt.

“And that’s time,” said Mr Douglas, “pass your test to the lady or gentlemen behind you. Ladies and Gentlemen at the back, bring your tests to the front of your row.”

Grinning all over her face, Aoife passes her new answers to Izzie.

Five spent most of the day with Luther who, for once in his life, has had a brain wave.

They’d been in Five’s bedroom, using the huge dry-erase and a plethora of colored post-its to plot out his idea: a non profit focused on helping male survivors of sexual violence.

Five helped mainly out of solitarily with Luther: arranging support groups and having to break the ice with the story of his own rape wasn’t exactly appealing, but Luther’s bright blue eyes were so alight at the the possible scope of the idea (that he dubbed ‘The Umbrella Foundation’), that Five was willing to put his misgivings aside for now. He'd suck it up if he had to.

When Aoife gets home from school she barrels into the room when he and Luther still stand, contemplating the timelines and tenuous organizational structure they’ve drafted.

After a quick hug for Luther, she passes Five her test and smiles coyly at him.

“What’s this?” he says, smiling back.

“Unfold it and see!”

He does so and his eyes light up, even as he affects to look casual. He stands with one hand in his pants pocket and his hips loose

“An A+? Jeez, where was this the other day? And not a single wrong answer?”

“You’re surprised, right?” she smiles up at him

“Surprised? Proud is what I am.”

He grins and pulls her into a full hug which she, for once, reciprocates.

“Ben fatto, tesoro. Hai lavorato sodo.”

“ Grazie papa.”

She has worked hard for this. Maybe he wouldn’t think of it that way, but she has.

“Well done sweetheart.” smiles Luther, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You see what you can do when you set your mind to it?” says Five, kissing her forehead and holdung her at arm’s length, “How about I take you out this weekend? Maybe we take Izzie too? What do thirteen-year-old girls do these days? The...mall or whatever?”

Aoife snorts laughter at this, “yeah sure Dad, we’ll go to the mall.”

“Well I don’t know what you guys like to do. You’re the first teen girl I’ve spoken to for fifty-five years!”

Five’s never sure why, but he never feels as old around anyone as he does his daughter. Despite speaking seven languages, Teen Girl is one he can’t get his head around.

When Aoife bounds out of the room again, Luther turns to Five with a significant look on his face.

“She just runs into your bedroom...without knocking?”

Five knows exactly what he’s referring to.

“Yes,” he says, testily before looking sidelong at Luther and lowering his voice, “not exactly much for her to walk in on these days.”

Luther gives him a sympathetic look and turns back to the dry erase.

When you arrive home, long after Luther’s drifted downstairs, you’re instantly more skeptical than Five. To go from a D+ average to an A+ with no steps between? You smell bullshit. Perhaps it’s a fluke…but something about the way Aoife shows you the test sets off warning bells in your head. You don’t want to accuse her if this really is the product of hard work, but you’re worried you’ll have to. While she practices the drums after dinner and you sit with Five on the couch, already feeling guilty about raining on his parade.

“This math test…pretty surprising, right?”

From the tone of your voice, he immediately realizes your implication. Fifteen years of a relationship has given you so many little shorthands and layers of implication that would be lost on others. The line between his eyebrows deepens as he considers.

“You think she cheated?”

“I don’t know, but it seems a bit too good to be true. When her homework’s been so poor and she could barely do simple algebra last week?”

His lips pull inwards. He’s by nature a rather cynical man, tending to believe the worst in people until they prove him wrong, but he has a blind spot the size of Jupiter when it comes to his daughter.

“She knows how important it is that she learns. She wouldn’t mislead me.”

Really Five? You raise your eyebrows at him incredulously.

“She’s a teen. Pushing boundaries and lying to their parents is what they do.”

His scowl deepens, “I still don’t think she’d lie about this.”

You sigh.

“Well, I’m going to go talk to her. You’re telling me she didn’t seem weird to you? Like she’s got a huge secret?”

He nods slowly, considering.

“Do you remember when she was six and stockpiling candy under her bed? She was pulling the exact same face.”

Reluctantly, Five follows you as you knock at her bedroom door. It’s amazing she hears you over her drumming, but she does. When you both walk into the room together, she stiffens and puts down her drumsticks

“Hey honey,” you say, Five at your shoulder but skulking slightly behind, “we just wanted to have a talk.”

“What about?” she says, too quickly. She’s immediately on the defense and even Five notices.

“Well, we were just talking, and we’re concerned.” you cross to the bed and sit down on it, trying to appear less threatening. Five remains standing, hands (as ever) in his pockets and head tilted. You catch his eye and prompt him.

“Did you cheat on that test?”

Great job Five. Subtle as a flying brick.

Immediately she looks panicked.

“No!”

“Just tell us the truth and we won’t be mad," you say, trying to keep your voice calm.

“I said I didn’t!” she snaps, firing up immediately.

You move to placate her: it suddenly strikes you how unjust this would be if she actually did earn her score.

“I know you’ve been studying this week and if you’ve got this score because you’ve worked your butt off then we couldn’t be more proud of you, it’s just…my Mom senses are tingling. I know when you’re hiding something.”

“I’m not!”

“Okay,” says Five, stepping forward and grabbing a notebook and pen from within his jacket pocket. He scribbles rapidly and then slaps both down on her dressing table.

“How about you prove it? Expand this.”

He looks more pissed than she’s ever seen him directed at her. Feeling a mixture of shame, anger and injustice Aoife stands and approaches looking down at the scrawled problem:

5(12c + 7) - (1 - 55c)

There it is. The familiar panic that sets in when she encounters numbers in almost any context. She picks up the pen. She knows where to start but when she tries to perform the expansion, it’s like her brain crashes. She tries to concentrate and can’t…especially with both of them staring down at her.

“That’s way too hard!” she whines, “I can’t do that one. The test was easier. You just make them way too complex because your brain is all weird about math.”

“Oh, well that's interesting.” Five’s voice is dangerous- almost a whisper. “Now I know you’re bullshitting me. Wanna take a quick guess how?”

She doesn’t answer, even when he jerks his head towards her.

“No answer, eh?” he turns from her to you, “Do you want to know how I know she’s bullshitting us, Mom?”

You frown in slight disapproval of this theater, but it’s about time Five stepped up to be the bad guy so you keep your mouth shut. He turns back to Aoife, teeth slightly bared,

“That was a question ON the test, genius.”

Her face heats up and eyes prickle. Five just gives a disdainful scoff, shakes his head and looks away from her.

“Tell us the truth, Aoife,” you say, sternly, trying to keep your own temper under control, “you cheated, didn’t you?”

She turns to you and stamps her foot in a way you haven’t seen since she was six, “Just shut up Mom!”

As Five gives a sharp reprimand for her speaking to you that way, you speak over him,

“First you cheat and then you keep denying it? You’re still lying. I’m so disappointed that you’d be this dishonest.You’ve not just cheated us, you’ve cheated your classmates and you’ve cheated yourself too!”

Suddenly, Five turns back to her, shoulders rolled and hunched in the awful posture he adopts when stressed or angry.

“You know, I couldn’t give a rat's ass that you cheated. I’m just still trying to get my head around the fact you lied to me about this !” he begins to pace distractedly, “you know how important it is that you UNDERSTAND basic mathematical principles. It’s a matter of life and death! ”

You turn to Five, angry with him now.

“So you don’t care that she lied at school, only to you?”

Five tosses his head and returns his gaze to his daughter standing between the pair of you. Hormonal rage courses through her. Right now, she’s as erratic as Five ever was in his prime.

“I don’t even need math to be able to use my powers! It’s not my fault your head’s so far up your own ass that you can’t jump a few minutes without filling a whole wall with equations!”

“Aoife!” you rebuke, shocked by this attitude towards her father, but she ignores you.

“I did cheat, okay? And you wanna know how I did it? I just wound back time-”

Five blinks at her, dumbstruck. He looks as if he’s been clubbed over the head.

“-and you know what, Dad? I’m still here. I didn’t end up years in the future and get stuck there like a dumbass! ”

You spring up from the bed, grab her shoulders and turn her to face you. Her eyes are wild with anger, face red and teeth bared even more than Five’s had been only a minute or so before.

“How can you speak to your Dad like that? How dare you? After-”

But the rage that’s been building in her bubbles over. All she wants is for you both to get out of her room. You think just because you’re her parents that you know better? You don’t: you especially don’t get it. Always so far up your own ass, judging her for every time she falls under your ridiculously high moral standards. Nothing short of sainthood is good enough for you.

She can feel full-body tingles growing as anger descends over her. It makes her grab your forearms. If she’d been less angry, she might have noticed the crackle of electricity or the feeling of polarity accessed in her mind…the feeling of the last jigsaw piece slipping into place…

“JUST GET AWAY FROM ME, MOM!”

…but the whole puzzle explodes as she pushes you abruptly. She only means to shove you in the direction of the door, but the portal that erupts swallows you whole, collapsing in on itself before you can even stumble.

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Master Post

~~~ I aim to please and consider all suggestions and requests via my ‘Ask Stuff’ button, so feel free to drop me an idea if you’d like to see anything specific in my writing or art, or if you have any thoughts you want to share~~~

List with links for my stories and art featuring Number Five (TUA)

-see summaries and detailed tags on individual stories once you click the links

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Under Your Hat~ (rated M/Explicit for sexual content but you can still read this and enjoy it by skipping those parts using the ⚠️ symbol in the story for start and stop points.) (9827 words)

You never know what kind of trouble you might find if you put yourself out there and speak your mind, and tonight, that kind of trouble is Five Hargreeves.

~Set post season three. (the 5ish years later thing) Five is older, but still struggling with life and you happen to find yourself at a party with him.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, spanking, daddy kink, humiliation play, and Five pretty much being the sweet and sexy guy I like to think he is under that hat.

'Hargreeves Home for Wayward Boys ~(rated G since you can easily skip the sexually explicit parts and still enjoy the story. There is a clear point to stop if you are avoiding that stuff 👍) (8711 words)

~Five is your employer and he's not happy with you. As the night unfolds, you have a very unexpected encounter with him...

~This story takes place where we left off with season three, but 5 years later. The name is a nod to hints of what might be coming, though I doubt the Netflix writers are going with my little storyline I have created for you.

~This one is sort of gift to all fanfiction readers and writers. May you always keep passwords on our documents and devices, or maybe not... 😂👌

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'Free at Last' - a short, general rated, image based/comic book style story blip of Dolores and Five

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‘Bad Things’

Five Hargreeves/Reader Insert (rated explicit for sexual content)(Dark and very messed up version of Five mixed with some ideas from the comic books)(see story for specific tags) (49,996 words)

Summary:

~Psychopathy is a neuropsychiatric disorder marked by deficient emotional responses, lack of empathy, the inability to distinguish between right and wrong, poor behavioral controls, and behaviors that contradict social norms which then commonly result in persistent antisocial deviance and criminal behavior. Enter, Five Hargreeves, everyone's favorite little psycho. Having been left in a new world with nothing, his mental state growing more and more dangerous, Five Hargreeves finds something he feels will keep him from going off the deep end, but just like in so many things he thinks that are wrong, the fact that he thinks this already proves he has.

Full Summary and Chapter One and Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five, Six, and Seven

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‘The Anti Hero’s Pitfall of Arrogance’

Five Hargeeves/Female OC (rated explicit for sexual content-see AO3 version for the Teen and up version)(starts when the Hargreeves are sixteen so that changes the timeline from the show a bit, but it still follows cannon material fairly closely with those changed in mined)(see story for specific tags) (44,599 words)

Chapter One and Two

Chapter Three and Four

Chapter Five, Six, and Seven

AO3 Teen and up Version

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‘In The Flesh’

Five Hargreeves/Reader Insert (rated G) (5337 words) (special request based off an extended scene from 'The Anti Hero’s Pitfall of Arrogance.’)(meant to be dark and very disturbing but with a heart filled message that is very Five.)

Link to 'In The Flesh’

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'The Devil Within’

Five Hargreeves/Reader Insert (rated explicit for sexual content) (This one is the smuttiest Five fiction I have ever written so there is no way to avoid those parts) (see story for specific tags but I leave many off to keep you surprised as you read) (23,134 words)

Chapter One and Two

Chapters Three and Four

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Paramour (The Umbrella Academy 3-part series)-Rated Teen because you can skip the many sexually explicit parts or potential triggers with chapter warnings and detailed end notes for what you missed in those parts.

-If you love Five and long rollercoaster ride stories that you can get lost in than this is a great read for you.

Five’s POV and centered on him, but it has all the Hargreeves and Female OC love interest, stays very true to cannon themes and for Character’s personalities.

- See specific tags per-story on A03

Part One: 'Number Five and the Girl (227,442 words) (Starts pre-season one, age 16, coming of age angst, humor, sexual activity and trauma)

Part Two: 'Infinity’ (417,307 words) (Starts right at start of season three but not a show rewrite, and full of shockers and fun and angst and fluff and plenty of explicit fun)

Part Three: 'Oblivion’ (152,100 words) (Hurt Five and Sexy Five galore, my version season four finale)

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'No More the Victim’

(132,130 words) (rated E-see tags in AO3) (Five in a very dark place/hurt/comfort/redemption)

Starts after very dark post Season Three but does get much lighter, angst, first-time, finding yourself, revenge, unexpected romance, sub/dom, sexual humor, overcoming tragedy. Five’s time travel fix-it optional finale to the show.

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My co-authored works with Bad_Kitty

Link to all Bad_Kitty’s private works on AO3)

'The Text Mess’ (5576 words) (rated Teen and up) (Five and Klaus)

A text-based format story done with actual textboxes and phones to make it more fun. Full of hilarious images, sexual humor, Five is Five and Klaus is Klaus in this make you laugh and get the feels short story. Takes place in a blip in time post season three.

'Sharp Dressed Man’ (5514 words) (rated Explicit for sexual content)

Five and his lady love Vivian one shot based off of Bad_Kitty’s Halo Series-see link above. Humor based, sexy Five doing his sexy daddy thing. Christmas time story with a few of the other Hargreeves. Closet sexy craziness.

'When Number Five Steps out, He’s Gonna Do you In’ (8730 words, rated Explicit for sexual content)

The sequel one-shot to 'Sharp Dressed Man.’ Sexual humor, frustrated Five doing New Years things with the family. Lots of feels, sexy Five, a few of the fam, daddy Five getting it done and checking his naughty list off for the year.

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My Art Featuring Number Five (TUA)

To view my Five art features on Tumblr hit this link

For stuff not on Tumbler see Original Five art from my various works at this link (rated General)

Hand drawn sketches, graphic art in later chapters.

My Naughtier Themed Number Five art (rated Mature)

Graphic art, sexual themes but nothing explicit

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lahotelbellamuerte · 2 years

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𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟 & 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘

masterlist;

(five hargreeves x f!oc/kinda reader)

summary; as the end looms on the world. the umbrella academy must get together to save the world, but they become a mess. five and eight hargreevs must do it themselves. and save their family in the process.

content warnings; suggestive language, brief mention of sexy time, angst, weapons, blood ig, fluff, vulgar language, mention of a panic attack, character death, i think that's it. let me know if you find any more.

notes; eight has powers derived from jean grey/scarlet witch, a mix of them kinda. book is complete, each chapter is scheduled to be posted two days after the other, thanks!!

ivina’s library masterlist — original book cover

— the beginning of a long ass fuckin story 𝗜. 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀

𝗜𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟬. 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟭. 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽

𝗜𝗩. 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗩. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟮. 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲

𝗩𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟯. 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻

𝗩𝗜𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟰. 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗸𝘀

𝗩𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟱. 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 & 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗜𝗫. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟲. 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲

𝗫. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟳. 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

𝗫𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟴. 𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗮

𝗫𝗜𝗜. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬𝟵. 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹

𝗫𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝗫𝗜��. 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟭𝟬. 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹 & 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲

𝗫𝗩. 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 — mixtape

note; just a quick message on the whole writing on five, i get his actor is a bit on the yougner side. but i've aged them both up. no one in this story should be on the minor side. i wrote this when i was young. original place was wattpad, but the ads have made me pissed off. please let me know if i haven't edited in an area. so if you're looking for an age acurate (13) year old, you won't find it here.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x oc #five hargreaves x you #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves smut #aidan gallagher

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Diego: I was arrested for being too cool.

Ripley, not looking up: The charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.

#ripley hargreeves #tua #tua oc #tua x sibling!reader #tua x sibling!oc #the umbrella academy oc #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x sibling!reader #the umbrella academy x sibling!oc #hargreeves sibling oc #hargreeves oc #hargreeves siblings #my oc stuff #incorrect oc quotes

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astersplace · 2 years

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five x reader - looks

Even after running for his life several times, he had never felt his heart beat as fast as it did when she stepped out of the elevator. She looked at Sloane, continuing her duties as her maid of honor as she made one final adjustment to the bride’s dress. He looked at her.

Her eyes shone with a certain joy; one that was rare to see mere hours before the end of the world. Maybe it was the way her dress hung softly on her hips and shoulders, or the way her hair looked shiny and soft. Maybe it was how the light reflected off of her face, accentuating her beautifully done makeup.

Maybe it was just her.

When she stepped out, she walked to Five. Their hearts thumped so loud, they were silently hoping the other person couldn’t hear it.

“You look… great.”

“So do you, did you try something new with your hair?”

“Yeah, Klaus insisted on styling it. He said it made me look like a ‘sexy little grade school boy.’”

She chuckled at that. She took his arm and sat down next to him.

The ceremony was beautiful. He knew he should be paying more attention to his brother, but he kept sneaking glances at her. During the vows, the newlyweds were tearing up. She was too. He immediately noticed, and grabbed her hand to trace small, comforting shapes on the back of her hand. She put her other hand on top of his, turning her body into him. Resting her head on his shoulder, he was overjoyed.

He would never let her know that, though.

Well, at least when they were sober.

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ginger-grimm · 4 months

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I want so much more than just this life...

inspo/playlist

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @kentaroranda @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

#ocappreciation #ocapp #the umbrella academy oc #oc: joy hargreeves

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badkitty3000 · 3 months

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Lewd Public Acts: Five x OC One Shot

Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.

Warnings: Smut, Public sex, Dirty talk, Fingering, Blow jobs

Words: 7,412

Here is a smutty one shot I wrote featuring my original character, an aged-up Five's love of his life, Vivian, from my Halo series. That AU spawned its own series of one shots that you can read here.

I love writing these two horny love-birds, so if you have any requests for a story featuring them, or Five and a reader-insert, let me know!

The traffic was incessantly slow, with the cars creeping forward mere inches at a time every few minutes. There was nowhere to go; not even a shoulder to drive on if you wanted to be that kind of jerk. Which, after over an hour of sitting in roughly the same spot, breathing in exhaust fumes and listening to his wife’s horrific playlist of songs, Five would have gladly taken twenty traffic violation tickets just to get out of there. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, imagining it was the neck of whoever had caused this nightmare to begin with.

Viv risked a side glance, noticing the red flag that was the twitchy eye and bared teeth of her husband. Her eyes moved back in front of her, to the glove compartment where Five kept his Glock, and she subtly pressed her knee up against it. Just in case.

About thirty minutes into this fiasco, Five had put the car in park and blinked out and down the standing row of cars to try and get a look at what the hold up was, much to the shock of the other drivers. After he had stood on the side of the road, hands on his hips, assessing the situation in the most Five way possible, and then blinking back into the car, Viv had scrunched down in her seat and gave the confused, older lady in the car next to her an embarrassed smile.

Risking making things worse, and possibly her life, Viv quietly cleared her throat.

“Five. There’s nothing we can do. It sucks, but there’s no point in getting all assassin-level angry about it.”

When Five’s head whipped around in her direction, she flinched just slightly; his face looking dangerously crazy.

“Yes, I know there’s nothing we can do, Vivie.” He drew out his words slowly and measured, as if talking to a small child. “But I am tired and hungry and very, VERY over this music.” He stabbed his finger at the screen that had just lit up with the beginnings of “Sweet Caroline”, stopping poor Neil before he could get to the chorus.

The car was quiet again and Viv tried to choke down the laugh she felt forming inside of her. It never failed to amuse her when her murderous husband with a long history of blood and violence started acting like a toddler that was overdue for a nap and a snack. The more she sat there, watching him seethe out of the corner of her eye, the more she thought about it. And then she couldn’t keep it suppressed anymore. The laugh started as a muffled snort, and then her shoulders started to shake. When Five looked over at her, completely unamused, it all burst forward in a loud, obnoxious cackle that had her doubled over.

“Always glad to be your entertainment,” he snarled, looking away again.

“Oh, come on, Five…you don’t have to be so dramatic,” Viv argued, even as she still tried to swallow her laughter.

“How am I being dramatic?” Five asked loudly, throwing his hands in the air with all the drama of a telenovela actor. “You’re the one that wanted to go to this restaurant across town, even though I told you it would be a bitch to get to. And I was right, wasn’t I? You know, sometimes you can admit when I’m right. It wouldn’t kill you.”

Rather than answer, Viv reached across with one hand, squeezing his cheeks and squishing in his face. She beamed over at him as he gave her the death glare. Part of the fun of messing with him was knowing she was the only one that could ever get away with it. Anyone else would have been swiftly joining the unidentifiable roadkill that was lying next to their car.

“You’re so super cute when you’re all angry.”

Five swatted her hand away. “Thin ice, Vivie. You’re on real thin ice.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “What exactly are you going to do about it?”

“Off the top of my head, I’m thinking of spatial jumping myself out of here and leaving you here.”

Viv scoffed. “You wouldn’t dare. Besides, how far would you even get?”

“Far enough to get away from this mess and to think happily back on the image of you still sitting here, crying tears of regret over your treatment of me.”

Viv pressed her lips together to keep from laughing again. Even though Five’s body language and words gave the impression of some serious underlying wrath, the tiniest formation of a dimple on his cheek gave him away. He may have actually been pissed at the situation, but he’d never leave her like that.

“Fine. You were right…I was wrong. This was a bad idea. There, you good now?” she condescendingly patted his thigh.

As she turned back towards the passenger window, in the process of taking her hand back, she felt him grab hold of it, keeping her pressed into his leg. She turned back to face him with a questioning look. All she received in return was a very evil smile of which she knew the exact meaning behind. Uh-oh.

“Oh, no…no way, buddy. I am not giving you a hand job in the middle of a traffic jam. Absolutely not.”

Even Viv knew her argument lacked much conviction; the sternness in her voice was definitely not very convincing. When Five didn’t respond, she kept going.

“Besides, it’s not like we’re very hidden here, we’re surrounded by all these other cars with people in them and it’s broad daylight out. Not to mention my very nosy window neighbor over here, I’m pretty sure her name is Gladys, keeps looking over at us. I think she likes you.”

None of that did anything to dissuade Five; it was as if she hadn’t said anything at all. He just grasped her hand tighter, that cock-sure smile of his never wavering.

“First of all, you need to make up for this disaster you put us in, which you have so kindly admitted was your doing. Second, I have a very different kind of job in mind for you, my love. And third, I know you; and I can guarantee you’re going to have your head in my lap in a matter of minutes.”

Five took Viv’s hand and pressed it roughly between his legs, making sure she knew he wasn’t fucking around. She could feel him growing and getting harder as he rubbed her palm over the top of his pants. He closed his eyes and let out a soft exhale.

“Jesus, Five. How can you be so pissed off one second and so horny the next? That’s not normal.”

He opened his eyes and grinned over at her. “Just one of my many talents. Now, are you going to get over here? Or are you going to keep pretending you’re not going to suck my dick when I tell you to?”

She laughed softly, but didn’t make a move, even though her breath had become noticeably faster and she stopped trying to pull her hand away.

Five unbuckled his seat belt and slid the seat back further to make more room. Then he settled back into the seat, spreading his legs apart and leaning his head back with his eyes closed.

“Darling, I really don’t want to have to tell you again,” he warned, not even bothering to look over at her or open his eyes.

As he moved her hand over the crotch of his pants again, Viv took a deep, shaky breath and bit her bottom lip. He knew exactly how to get to her. How to turn her from a strong, confident woman into a quivering mess of sexed-up gelatin. It’s like he knew the special, magic formula to instantly soak her panties and leave her wanting him. She may have been the boss of him in every other aspect of their lives, but when it came to anything sexual…Five was in charge.

After a brief look to her nosy neighbor, who happened to be looking straight ahead for once, she undid her own seat belt and leaned in closer to Five. She lightly ran her lips over his neck while she started undoing his pants.

“You’re lucky I’m willing to let you talk to me like that,” she murmured with a smile before kissing the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve been letting me talk to you like that since the day we met,” he replied; which was entirely true. Then he let out a soft moan as she freed his dick from his pants and started slowly stroking him.

“So, what’s going to be in this for me?” Viv asked, still teasing him with feather light kisses on his neck.

“Dinner. Maybe,” Five answered dryly, trying to conceal his smile as he inhaled a sharp breath when her hand moved over him again.

The movement stopped completely then, and Five opened his eyes to look at her unamused face. Trying to push himself up into her fist, but to no avail, Five conceded with a short laugh.

“How does this sound? If we ever get out of this nightmare and home again, I’m going to get you on all fours and fuck you with my hand, then my mouth, and then my dick until you’re coming onto each one of them.”

Viv could feel the unmistakable rush of moisture between her legs when he said things like that. It was an automatic response from her body; because it knew that’s exactly what was going to happen. She started to rub his cock again, harder and faster this time, causing him to flop his head back with a loud groan and close his eyes again.

“Deal. Just make sure you’re watching the road and pay attention if we start moving.”

“Uh-huh…got it,” he mumbled, his hand already pushing her head down.

Vivian was on him a second later, taking him all in at once, and letting him guide her head with his hand in her hair. If there was one thing she knew, it was that the man loved a good blow job. She’d given countless to him over the years, and in that time had gotten to know exactly the way he liked it and the quickest way to make him finish, too. She considered herself a Professional Number Five Cock Sucker at this point. She could have taught a class.

She made little moaning noises as she moved her head up and down in a certain rhythm, making sure the head of his dick hit the back of her throat each time. She gagged once in a while, but he liked that, too; knowing he was big enough to choke her if he really pushed her down hard enough. The angle was awkward, but not anything she couldn’t handle and she used her hand along with her mouth to speed things up. But when her neck and back were starting to ache and the gear shift was digging into her armpit, he was still going strong. She had another trick up her sleeve that would wrap things up, though.

Taking her mouth off, but still working him with her hand, she looked up and made sure he was watching her face as she licked her lips.

“Let me feel your cum down my throat, Daddy,” she purred, as seductively as she could.

Then she was back to sucking him off and she could hear the low groaning noise that meant he was going to do just what she had asked of him. His hand tightened in her hair and he held her down while he pushed his hips up, his back arching and body stiff and twitching while he lost himself to her expert mouth-fucking skills. He was almost completely spent, the last few spurts of cum sliding down her throat, when there was the undeniable crunching sound and hard jolt of their car hitting the one in front of them.

Viv did choke a little with the impact, and lucky for Five he didn’t get his dick bitten off. The car had been rolling so slowly that it had only gently bumped the other car. But it was still enough to do some damage. Not to mention the impact had somehow kicked the music back on and suddenly the car was being blasted with the all-too familiar lyrics of “Sweet Caroline”.

…touching me…touching youuuuuu….

“Fuck!” Five cried as Viv lifted her head up quickly and looked out the windshield to see what had happened.

She groaned. “Five, god damn it! I told you to watch what you were doing!”

“Yeah, I know!” he snapped back at her over the loudly obnoxious song. While trying to stuff himself back into his pants and zip up, he visibly winced. “I guess my foot slipped off the brake! I was a little preoccupied!”

Sweet Caroline…bum bum bum…

“You were preoccupied?! I was the one choking on your damn dick!”

“Charming, Viv, really.”

Good times never seemed so good….

“Well, shit. Great, the guy is getting out of his car. Oh my god, he’s walking over here! Now what?”

“Jesus, I don’t know! Act fucking normal I guess, if you can manage that,” Five barked at her. “And turn this FUCKING music off!”

Five practically punched the touchscreen with his fist and Neil shut up again. The car seemed extra quiet, except for their angry breathing.

As the other driver got closer, Viv suddenly realized the absurdity of the whole situation. She knew what they looked like; her hair a tangled mess from Five’s hand, lips swollen and her chest flushed. Five was breathing hard and trying to tuck in his shirt and buckle his belt. Then add in the fact that they had started yelling at each other, and Viv immediately burst out laughing. When Five looked at her, first in complete shock, he must have come to the same conclusion she had and he shook his head with a smile.

“You are a very bad girl, Vivian Hargreeves.”

“And you are a very bad influence,” she replied with another giggle.

As Five composed himself and got out of the car to assess the minor damage with the annoyed looking man; Viv glanced over to Gladys who was wearing a very sour expression on her face. Clearly, she had seen the whole thing go down, including the sinful activity that had taken place. Instead of hiding in embarrassment, though, Viv just waved out the window to her with a happy smile and gave her a thumb’s up. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked her lips, all while staring the haughty looking woman in the face. She couldn’t help but crack up again when she saw the woman gasp and cover her mouth with her hand, completely appalled.

Later that evening, after they had finally gotten home and eaten dinner and Five had eaten something else just like he had promised, they were lying in bed in the dark when Viv started laughing again.

“I can’t stop thinking about that lady’s face. She was so horrified. I’m sure she was going to go pray for us as soon as she could get back to her church.”

Five chuckled. “Well, you did put on a good show.”

“Yeah, but was it worth that ticket and the increase in our auto insurance?”

Five pulled her in close to him and kissed her cheek. “Absolutely one-hundred percent worth it.”

Viv sighed and laid her head on his chest. “You know what’s weird though? I kind of liked it.”

“Of course you did. What’s not to like?”

She rolled her eyes. “Not that. Doing it in public like that. Where people could see us? It was kind of a rush.”

“Huh. Well, that’s certainly good to know. Let me file that away along with all the other dirty things my wife likes.”

“That file must be getting pretty big by now. Your wife sounds like freak,” she laughed.

“You have no idea.”

A few days later, Viv was standing in front of her closet after her morning shower, wrapped in a towel and staring at the empty space that used to be occupied by more clothes.

“Five! Where the hell are all my work pants?” she yelled out.

A minute later, Five strolled in with his coffee, looking suspiciously innocent. “What do you mean?”

She eyed him up with a hand on her hip. “My pants are missing. Know anything about this?”

He shook his head with a smile and took a sip from his mug. “Not a clue. Weird. Guess you’re going to just have to wear a skirt to work.”

Viv narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

Five shrugged and walked to her closet, looking at the line of skirts. Picking out a tight, black skirt that would be way too short to wear to work, he placed it on the bed. “Wear that one.”

“Five…I can’t wear-“

“I thought I’d come by and take you out to lunch today,” he interrupted with a gleam in his eye.

Now she understood. This skirt was for him, not her. And she was pretty sure she knew what lunch meant.

With a shake of her head she smiled. “You know, this skirt would actually be perfect to wear today. Even though there’s a good chance I might accidentally give everyone at work a look at my Area 51.”

“Your what?”

She shrugged. “I’m trying out new names for my vag. Area 51. Like it?”

“I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he replied sarcastically.

“Yes, you do,” she grinned.

Five just smirked knowingly and left the room to let her finish getting ready. But when she opened her underwear drawer, she found that it was empty as well.

“God damn it, he’s good,” she muttered to herself with a smile.

Viv spent the rest of the morning trying to avoid the scandalized looks of her coworkers while also trying to pull her skirt down so it wouldn’t ride all the way up and show the entire lab her bare bikini biscuit, which she had decided was her new favorite term. In between wrestling with her completely inappropriate outfit, she kept an eye on the clock. She was supposed to meet Five downstairs in the lobby at noon. He didn’t say where he was taking her, but she figured that was because she was the lunch.

Finally, it was noon and Viv rushed downstairs, fully anticipating a nice long lunch hour consisting of an orgasm or two. When she saw Five she hugged him and gave him a kiss.

“So, where are you taking me?”

He let his hands roam over her hips and down to her ass that was just barely covered by the skirt. “I don’t care. Wherever you want. What sounds good?”

Viv frowned. “Wait. Are you actually taking me out to lunch?”

He smiled innocently. “That’s what I said I was going to do. Why? What were you thinking?”

With a very suspicious look at her husband, Viv cocked her head to the side. “What was up with the skirt then? And the no panties?”

Again, Five just shrugged like he had no idea what she was getting at. “Nothing. I just like that skirt, it looks nice on you. And you probably left all your underwear in the dryer like you always do.”

Viv let out a frustrated sigh. “You are so weird. Fine, let’s go across the street to that café. If I can make it there without flashing the entire city my pink velvet sausage wallet.”

Five choked on a shocked laugh. “Your what?”

“What? You don’t like that one? I thought it was a winner.”

“And I’m the weird one,” he said with a shake of his head.

After their actual lunch of food, where Viv fully expected Five to blink her out of there and fuck her somewhere private, but never did; they walked back across to Viv’s building where she went to give him a kiss good bye.

“Hang on. I’ll go up with you.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“Can’t I want to spend a few more minutes with my beautiful wife? Is that a crime?”

“You’re up to something, Hargreeves; I know you are.”

But Five gave no further explanation, so they walked to the elevator together. Viv’s lab was on the 20th floor, and the elevators were all packed with workers returning from lunch. When the doors opened, a throng of people pushed in, filling it almost to capacity. Five had led her in with a hand on the small of her back and they ended up in the back corner, which Viv didn’t really like since they were packed in so tight. She leaned in closer to Five so she didn’t have to be so close to the other people.

As soon as the doors closed and everyone pushed the buttons to their respective floors, Viv felt Five’s hand on her ass. She turned and gave him a little smile, since that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him to do. But what he did next certainly was. She stood there while he continued south with his hand, stopping just below the short hemline of her skirt. Then, with a move so smooth she wasn’t sure how he did it, his hand was under the back of her skirt with his fingers sneaking forward between her legs.

Viv let out a loud gasp, then quickly shut her mouth as several people turned to look at her. Five continued sliding his fingers forward until they were perfectly positioned, the slick from her rapidly dampening pussy coating them as he started to gently finger her. Viv tried to step away, but he held her to him with a firm grip on her arm, and he moved her body so that her back was closer to the elevator wall. It obviously wouldn’t take much for anyone near them to realize what was going on. But as with most elevators full of people, it was awkwardly quiet and everyone just stared straight ahead or at the moving floor numbers.

Viv tried to clench her legs together, then she tried to wriggle her way out of his grasp, but neither one of those things worked and Five didn’t let up. As the elevator climbed the floors, stopping periodically to let more people on and off, she started to get more and more turned on. He really was an expert finger fucker, and he knew all the right things to do to drive her crazy.

There were still plenty of people around, although it had thinned out a little. Five pretended like nothing was going on, just staring straight ahead like everyone else. Viv had to close her eyes and bite her lip to hold in the whimpers that were dangerously close to creeping out of her mouth. When Five sank his middle finger inside of her, fucking her with it while also fingering her clit, she couldn’t suppress a moan. When a man started to turn around to look, she coughed loudly to try and cover it up and he turned back towards the doors.

“You’re so close, aren’t you baby? Don’t let anyone hear you.” Five whispered so softly in her ear that it was almost inaudible. But she heard it, and she also felt his lips graze over her ear lobe when he said it.

It wasn’t fair. Five had an entire car to fully unleash himself in before. He didn’t have to be quiet or hold back his orgasm. This was a totally different level of torture; even if Viv was both loving and hating every minute of it.

Finally, after what seemed like the slowest crawling elevator ride in history, the last person got out on the 19th floor. When the doors closed behind them, the long, shaky moan from Vivian echoed through the empty space.

“You fucking bastard,” she panted out before finally breaking free from his grasp on her arm, as well as his hand under her skirt.

Five just smirked proudly and then quickly slammed his fist against the stop button, halting the elevator between floors with a jolt and setting off the alarm. He was back on her in a second, pushing her against the back wall and kissing her hard, one hand on the side of her neck while the other slid back under her skirt. This time he didn’t care about being discreet, and he shoved the front of the skirt up so she was fully exposed for him and he picked up where he left off.

Viv cried into his mouth as he lifted one of her legs up to his waist, holding her under her thigh while he circled her clit over and over again with his hand. His body was pressing into hers and he was breathing hard and fast; kissing her neck while she whined for him.

“Did you like getting fucked under your skirt like that? With everyone around? Knowing you could get caught at any second?” he murmured.

“Fuck, I hate you so much. But yes…oh god…yes I liked it.”

“You better finish up for me, angel. We can’t keep this stopped forever. If these doors open, everyone will see what a horny little slut you are.”

With each heaving breath Viv let out a whimper until he had her completely falling apart; her hands raking through his hair and her head thrown back.

“That’s my girl, keep going,” he urged as he pushed harder and faster.

That was all she could take and then she was yelling much too loudly for no one else to hear, even if they were trapped in there alone with alarm bells blasting. Her cries kept going, too, her body pulsing against Five’s hand as she clutched onto his arms. When she could finally stop, Five pulled away and lowered her skirt for her. The giant grin on his face was incredibly annoying, but Viv could only let out a wheezy laugh as she tried to compose herself again.

“Fuck…”

“Sorry, darling, we don’t have time for that. This will have to suffice until you get home later,” he quipped as he wiped his hand off on his pant leg and then pushed the button to stop the alarm and get the elevator moving again.

They were only one floor away from her stop, and when the doors opened, Viv found herself face to face with several of her co-workers looking very concerned.

“Oh my gosh, Vivian! Are you ok? We heard the alarm and then we thought we heard screaming.”

Five smirked and looked at his wife, cooly leaning with his back against the doors to keep them open for her, his hands shoved in his pants pockets.

Viv smoothed out her skirt and ran a hand down the back of her hair, before faking a laugh and waving a dismissive hand at the group of worried faces.

“Oh, no, I’m fine. It was silly, actually. Five accidentally bumped into the alarm button and it scared me so I screamed. I’m so over dramatic sometimes,” she explained with a self-deprecating eye roll.

That seemed to satisfy everyone well enough, despite some suspicious looks, and they slowly scattered back to their work stations. When they were alone again, Viv turned to Five in a huff.

“I’ve said it before, but you really are an asshole.”

Five grabbed her hand and pulled her into him, holding her around her waist. “Sounded to me like you were having a pretty good time. And you’re always saying how I don’t listen to you. Well, I listened this time. You wanted public sex; I delivered.”

Viv couldn’t really argue with that, so she just shook her head and put her arms around his shoulders. “As much as I enjoyed that little ride you gave my panty hamster back there, consider this war.”

“Panty hamster? What is wrong with you?”

Viv laughed and kissed him before he stepped back on the elevator, still smiling at his crazy but adorable wife while the doors closed between them.

It was a week later when the war continued. They had a deal worked out every month where Viv would let Five drag her off to their small, public library in town and sit there while he pored over old, dusty textbooks of the most boring variety in exchange for him letting her pick out any movie to go see and he had to go along with no complaining. This weekend it was library day.

She hadn’t even been doing anything all that sexual. Just resting her hand on his leg while he scanned through some old physics textbooks and she leafed through a mystery novel. It’s not like she’d never rested her hand there before. Or absent-mindedly stroked her thumb over his thigh. But for whatever reason, this time, it was getting to Five. Maybe it was the fact that he was surrounded by books, and the quiet of the library, which he’d always loved. Or maybe it was weird, suppressed memories of him and Dolores in a similar building, only with fewer walls and less readable options.

Five tried to block it out of his mind, instead concentrating on the long, drawn-out equations and laws of thermo-dynamics. But he found himself reading the same sentences over and over again, his mind wandering to her hand and the warmth of her skin penetrating the fabric of his pants. Then his mind wandered even more. To what he knew her hand felt like on other areas of his body. Despite the internal battle in his head, visions of her stroking him, hard and fast, while kissing him and biting at his neck were working their way to the forefront. And unfortunately, she had noticed.

“Something wrong there, honey? You look a little flushed,” Viv asked with a smile as she moved her hand further up his thigh.

Five cleared his throat. He really didn’t want her to win this one. “No, I’m fine, thank you.”

After he continued pretending to be engrossed in his book, Viv took it one step further and pushed her palm against the swelling between his legs, rubbing it over the top of his pants. She heard the unmistakable sound of a quiet groan and she jumped a little when he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Nice try, angel. You may have me worked up just like you always know how to do, but two can play at this game.”

He held her hand on his crotch while using the other to pull her chair closer to him. A loud screeching noise filled the air as it scraped over the floor and several people looked up to stare. Knowing that Five was trying to embarrass her on purpose, she just smiled over at him and pushed her hand in harder.

It was difficult to keep up the façade, though, when Five was returning the favor by shoving his free hand up the sundress she was wearing and rubbing her over her panties. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. When she retaliated with a squeeze and her own rough tug it made him growl deep in his throat.

After a couple minutes of under the table rub and tug, they were both quickly losing their resolve. It didn’t really matter who was going to win anymore.

“What do you say we take this one step further?” Five asked quietly in between ragged breaths.

Viv took a glance around her. There weren’t many people there, but there were a few. There was absolutely no way they going to be able to just start fucking without anyone seeing. And last time she checked, sex in a public setting was still a crime.

“As much as I want to…and believe me I really want to…I don’t think this is the best place for that.”

Five ran a finger inside her underwear and she let out a tiny squeak before shoving her hand down his pants and grabbing hold of his dick. Five jolted in his seat, his knees hitting the underside of the table.

“Fuck, Vivie,” he whispered. “This is happening. I am going to fuck you in this library right here, right now.”

She looked around again and then noticed the quiet reading room in the back. It was used mostly by students for studying but it had several small cubicles with desks for privacy. Perfect.

Viv removed her hand from his pants and pushed his away from her. With a smile she stood up and offered out her hand to him.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

Tugging at the front of his pants, Five looked up at her. “So, I have to walk across the library with a raging hard-on? Thanks a lot.”

“Well, it’s either that or you sit here and wait until it’s gone and your balls are blue as fuck.”

“Fair point. Just try to stay in front of me so I don’t look like some disgusting pervert.”

“You are a disgusting pervert.”

His eyes narrowed at her remark, but he stood up and took her hand while Viv led him to the back room, all while trying to hide his awkward boner from the suspicious eyes of the librarian as they walked past. Once inside the study room they could see there was only one other cubicle occupied. It was by a college-aged student that seemed oblivious to his surroundings and had earbuds shoved in his ears as he tapped the rhythm of the music out on the desk with his pencil.

Viv saw an empty one in the back corner and they hurried over. She pulled her panties off and shoved them into one of Five’s pockets before straddling his thighs. He uncuffed his dress shirt at the wrists and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows like he was going to start in on some major work, before he started undoing his pants. Viv draped her arms over his shoulders, running her fingers softly through his hair and pushing it back over his ear.

“Do you know how impossibly sexy you are?” she asked in between her own quick breaths, trying to keep her voice down. Leaning in close, her lips brushed over his neck. “Sometimes I look at you and I can’t even believe you’re mine.”

“This is supposed to be a quick fuck, you know that right?” he asked as he revealed his straining cock to her.

“So?”

“So, when you say amazingly romantic things like that to me, it makes me want to take my time with you.”

Viv moved further up his lap, adjusting herself carefully, and sank down onto his dick. The quiet moan he let out sounded much louder in the quiet of the reading room. Viv breathed out a soft laugh at his inability to hold back. The skirt of her dress covered them so that at least they weren’t totally exposed, although it was going to be pretty obvious what was going on if someone walked by. She didn’t care about that, though, because all she wanted to do was let Five take over and make her feel good in the way only he knew how.

With her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her chest held tightly to his, her lips found their way to his neck again. With her face pressed into his warm skin, she closed her eyes and breathed in, convinced that he must emit some type of pheromone that was made specifically for her. She imagined this invisible chemical compound drifting out of his pores, being driven by his bounding jugular pulse, and going directly to the unevolved part of her brain that was activated only by pure sexual impulse. Because there was no way anyone else in the world would be able to turn her on as completely as Five did, just on scent alone.

“Can’t I tell you nice things and still want you to fuck me senseless?” she purred.

The answer came in the form of Five roughly pushing her hips down and forward, using his strength to pump her body back and forth on top of him, despite what he had said about wanting to take his time.

Viv whimpered softly next to his ear and she could hear the sexy grunting noises he was making under his breath as he thrust her aggressively over his cock. Her body was being driven exclusively by his strength, with his fingers digging into her hips and ass; the muscles in his forearms straining as he worked hard and fast. The chair started to creak with the movement and the legs thumped and scraped on the floor.

“Someone’s going to hear us,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

“I don’t care,” Five answered, looking her in the eyes while his hair fell over his own.

Viv bit her lip to suppress a moan and she smiled at him. “What would you do if we got caught?”

“They can watch all they want. But nothing is going to stop me from Fucking. You.”

His last two words were accentuated with more forceful thrusts, slamming her down so hard that the chair was loudly shoved backwards.

“Do more of that, please Five,” she begged, knowing he couldn’t resist doing anything that drove her crazy like that.

Five gritted his teeth and continued to pound her body into his, the hot sleeve of her cunt sliding tightly over his dick faster and faster until he was sure neither one of them were going to hold on much longer. The chair underneath him was complaining loudly and Five tried to quiet it by bracing them with his foot against the floor, the sole of his expensive Oxford leaving black scuff marks on the faded linoleum as his heel skittered across.

Viv’s hands were in his hair and the back of his neck as she desperately tried to muffle her cries into his shoulder. She could feel her clit banging into his pubic bone over and over again until she was dangerously close to coming. She should have been in a hurry, trying to speed things up and will herself to finish so that they wouldn’t get caught. But the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of it. She wanted someone to hear. She wanted someone to see.

“You feel so good like this. I want everyone to see, too. Let them see how good you fuck me; that I’m the only one that gets to touch you. I’m the only one that gets to ride your dick. Let them watch while you make me come, just for you, Five.”

“Jesus, Vivie…” he moaned into her hair. “If you say one more thing like that, I’m going to-”

“Come on, baby; let this whole library know how Number Five Hargreeves fucks his wife,” she groaned next to his ear with a smile.

“Oh, fuuuck, yes!” he growled much too loudly, throwing his head back and digging his fingers into her waist while they both climaxed together.

Viv startled and put her hand over his mouth, but it was too late. There was no way in hell no one had heard that.

“Five!” she scolded half-heartedly in between heaving breaths. She was already trying to climb off of him on stiff and cramped legs. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, Vivie,” he panted, helping her to stand up. “You did ask for it, though.”

Once she fixed her dress again and looked back over, she saw he was smiling, not even giving a shit that he had alerted half the library. Viv risked a quick peek over the cubicle wall and by some miracle there didn’t appear to be anyone around. She may have talked a big game during the heat of the moment, but she hadn’t really wanted to endure the humiliation of getting caught.

She leaned her butt against the desk, trying to catch her own breath as she shook her head at him, watching as he nonchalantly zipped up his pants again. He passed a hand through his hair and looked up at her, somehow managing to look even more handsome than usual.

“How do you manage to do that to me?”

“What do I do?”

“Make me fall in love with you over and over again.”

Five laughed softly, looking slightly embarrassed. “Only you would turn a quick, public fuck session into a romantic date.”

After they smoothed their clothes and hair out as much as possible, and their underpants were back where they were supposed to be, they emerged from their little cubicle. They only got about ten steps out, though, when they were stopped in their tracks by a very stern and irritated librarian who blocked their path with her hands on her hips.

“I would like you both to know that we do not take these shenanigans lightly, and I have alerted the police who will be here shortly. As I’m sure you are quite aware, there are laws against indecent exposure and lewd public acts.”

Viv didn’t know what to say or do, except for turning beet red and looking at her feet. But Five just flashed the lady his best innocent smile.

“Actually, there was no indecent exposure. We made sure to keep it classy.”

The librarian huffed loudly and pointed a finger in Five’s face. “Now, listen here, you…you…hooligan! I am used to having to remind the teenagers to behave in here, but you are two grown adults. It’s disgraceful! You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

As Viv stood there, trying to decide if she should laugh or not while continuing to stare at the floor, the kid that had been studying at one of the other cubicles got up to leave, but stopped in front of Five on his way out, a big grin on his face. He offered out his hand for a fist bump.

“Dude, way to go, that was awesome. Seriously, best study session ever.” His eyes roamed over Vivian. “Whoa, she’s hot, too.”

Ignoring the other guy’s attempt at male bonding, Five put his arm protectively around Viv’s waist and pulled her against his hip. With another heart-melting smirk that had her trying not to laugh again, he raised his eyebrows at her. Viv could feel the tell-tale staticky sensation vibrate against her body as Five was already flexing his hands.

“Ready to leave, darling?”

Viv nodded with a smile. “Yep.”

“Tell the cops we said hi,” Five snarked just before opening one of his convenient portals and jumping them both out of there.

They landed slightly off from his intended mark in the parking lot, Viv’s back slamming into their car door. Post-orgasm blinks were always a bit trickier for him.

“Ow!” she cried.

“Sorry, are you ok?”

Vivie nodded, rubbing her back but still smiling. “Nice one, by the way. Poor lady, though. At least she’ll have something to talk about at her next knitting circle.”

Five laughed. “I don’t think they talk about lewd public acts in knitting circles. At least not hers, I’m guessing. But I’m pretty happy that I got called a hooligan. That’s a new one.”

As they both got into the car and Five started it up, he turned to his wife, with her messy hair and flushed cheeks, and smiled.

“So, where should we plan our next little adventure?”

“Next adventure? Uh-oh, I got you addicted to being a sex criminal now, didn’t I?”

He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. “I think it’s more like I’m just addicted to you, angel.”

“See? There you go again, being annoyingly sexy and making me fall in love with you again.”

A cop car pulled in, and Five drove quickly out of there, one hand on the wheel and the other on her leg. He gave her bare thigh a squeeze as he turned out into traffic. “As long as you keep feeling that way, Vivie, consider me one very happy and lucky man.”

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