#i love and support klaus hargreeves

[umbrella-academy-hcs]

Every time someone says one of the siblings is autistic I just instantly adopt the headcanon because it simply makes sense

Klaus, Five, Viktor, and Diego are all autistic and you can't convince me otherwise

#I love my emotional support autistics #at some point I need to come up with some neurodivergent specific headcanons for each of them #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua netflix #tua hcs #tua headcanon #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #diego hargreeves #tua five #tua klaus #tua viktor #tua diego #actually autistic #autistic five hargreeves #autistic klaus hargreeves #autistic viktor hargreeves #autistic diego hargreeves

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Luther and Klaus’ dynamic this season has been one of my favourites like my main favourites are Klaus and Diego or Klaus and Ben but these two have been adorable together

#luther hugging him and then kissing his head after making him jump 😭❤️ #luther getting pissed when sparrow!ben hits klaus #klaus just being supportive of luther #both are adorable #I love them #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves

[artphantom]

viktor hargreeves from the umbrella academy means so much to me for real. like the flashbacks with sissy... gosh i loved that so much. and. and hiw supportive all of his family was. like. they all immediately accepted it and referred to him correctly always, luther wanted to throw him a party so that he'd know he felt loved, and then invited him to the bachelor party cuz, yknow, hes a brother !! and then picked him to be the best man !!!!

viktor means so much to me. the umbrella academy means so much to me. i love them. they are so supportive mwah and chefs kiss and love. so much love.

#also got reminded of season 1 where klaus told diego he was in love when he was strapping him to that chair #and though at first diego was like: whos she #upon klaus saying he was dave diego just rolled with it. like i swear he looked like his brain went: huh. cool. #and then just continued the conversation. i know thats how it should be but. it just made me really happy yknow ? #just him straight up asking: well what was he like ? or whatever i forgot the line its been a while ok. that moment just stuck to my brain. #your honor i love them and how supportive and accepting they are. faves of all time for real. #also how they actually act like siblings. mwah. #ok i need to stop rambling lol. i just care so much about them all. #haunted speaks #the umbrella academy #tua #viktor hargreeves

[nickeverdeen]

heya! can i request a HC for umbrella academy?

where five has a crush on reader but shes an airhead and doesnt figure it out, BUT, allison and viktor know so one day they catch five staring at reader and they point it out which leads to five getting embarrassed and looking away hella fast- idk where im going with this.... pretty much loverboy five with a crush on airhead reader 😭

thank u, stay hydrated!!

Hope you’ll like it! Please tell me if I wrote something wrong as I’m not really sure how an airheads usually act. Anyways I tried my best and I hope you’ll like it, love you 🫶💚

Five = blue text

Allison = pink text

Viktor = purple text

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Five Hargreeves crushing on an airhead fem!reader

When Five first started interacting with you he started warming up towards you pretty quickly

You became friends or well… that’s what you considered him as he prefered to keep it as allies

Obviously that didn’t work

You on the other hand were just really glad that you got a friend

Despite his logical thinking, Five can’t help but be intrigued by your carefree and whimsical nature

It’s like small a mystery even he can’t solve

Five, being used to dealing with complex problems, is often baffled by the your scattered thoughts and blindness towards people who were trying to flirt with you

That is also one of the things he kidna also likes about you

It is pretty amusing to him

Five, in his own peculiar way, becomes protective of you

Yet you brush it off thinking it’s just him being protective towards you like towards his family

Being an airhead means that you also have an insight of some things

So when Five notices he starts to appreciate the unique perspective you bring to the team/family

Five, used to precision sometimes gets frustrated by the your forgetfulness and blindness

However, he can’t stay mad for long when you flash an innocent smile or do something adorably clumsy

Slowly Five secretly goes out of his way to make your life a bit easier

Like leaving helpful notes or subtly manipulating time to prevent minor mishaps

Five’s siblings were truly confused by his newfound interest, especially considering yours and his differences

Especially Allison and Viktor

They couldn’t put a finger on what he sees in the airhead considering he’s usually cold towards people like that but they were secretly amused by it

Klaus of course started teasing him about it

Five made sure not to snap at someome whenever you were around which made it better for Klaus

Despite the differences, there was a silent understanding between Five and you

Sometimes he even takes you to travel in time even if it would be only a few minutes

Mostly so he could hold your hand

He is much nicer towards you than towards others

Which leads Allison to talk to Viktor about this

A small speculations between the two siblings start

Seeing Five’s behaivor towards you made them believe that he may like you more than a friend

Viktor being Viktor had some doubts

Five stole a few glances at you during breakfeast when he was sitting across from you who is talking to Klaus

Your smile and carefree behaivor even in the morning is adorable

Viktor’s doubts are washed away when he and Allison catch Five staring at you

They decide to confort him about it silently so you wouldn’t notice

“You know if you’ll take a picture of her you can stare at it longer”

Five, caught off guard, quickly looks away, attempting to hide his embarrassment

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about”

Five, ever the stoic and composed one, quickly denies having any interest in the airhead

He brushes off their teasing, insisting that he was merely lost in thought

Allison since that day is the one teasing him about it while Viktor is the supportive one

He has been there with Sissy-

They make lighthearted jokes, causing Five to squirm uncomfortably as he continues to deny any romantic interest towards you

At which he fails terribly

Five, feeling the pressure, resorts to awkward deflections and changing the topic

To for example mission-related matters or starts analyzing some concepts, attempting to get rid of the attention from his personal life

The more you hang out with him the harder it is for him to hide his feelings

I mean you’re amazing

Despite his hiding, Five continues to steal glances at you, unable to completely hide his feelings

Of course Allison and Viktor exchange amused glances, silently acknowledging the obvious

It was driving Five crazy

Allison and Viktor, still determined to get Five to admit his crush, offer playful advice on expressing his feelings

They suggest subtle gestures or dropping hints, causing Five to groan in exasperation

“Come on Five, I’ve been there you just have to come clean”

“I am not in love with her!”

Despite the denial and embarrassment, there are moments when Five can’t help but smile when thinking about the airhead

Your smile, adorable behaivor, those eyes, that carefree and funny personality…

Shit, he has to confess before any other guy will do it

Five has Viktor’s and Allison’s support, he knows he’ll have to do it

Inside he feels like the 13 year old boy he looks like

Ready to confess his feelings towards you he fixes his tie and goes into the kitchen where you are…

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✨And the rest is up to your imagination✨

#request #headcanons #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x you #five hargreeves tua #airheads #five hargreeves having crush

[madeofstardust17]

So apparently there's this script for a tua season 1 episode that never got made. It's about their 23th birthday.

You guys.

A couple of things that stand out:

- That cross stitch Diego had in the boiler room that was so obviously a gift from Grace was a gift for his 23th birthday.

- Also, Diego went every week to visit his mom. I'm crying

- Klaus was in jail at this time, and he accidentally killed a guy in self defense.

- Allison is there but we just see her struggling not to use her powers on every day issues.

- Also apparently Patrick was her acting coach.

- She needed it.

- Luther was pathetic and I want to cry for him bc I love him so much but God was he dumb. Also the Accident happened the day after his birthday.

- Viktor had a girlfriend, who looked so sweet at first but then he found out she was cheating on him. On his birthday. Ouch.

- Five flirted with a woman named Delores in a 1940s (I think) bar, and it was so sweet and heartbreaking. He got a little kiss for dancing with her. It was great. Get it, old man.

- Five traveled to 2012 for the commission, saw Diego leave the academy, and couldn't stop himself from shouting his brother's name. I am HEARTBROKEN

- The Handler stopped him before Diego could see him, and also we have confirmation that the Handler was fucking creepy. She kissed Five after proclaiming he was hers. Five stands still and closes his eyes. I'm... feeling things. Mostly homicidal rage.

- Viktor visits Klaus in jail, which develops into the best conversation I've ever read.

- They talk about Viktor's book. Klaus is very supportive. Reading the whole script is worth it just to read that conversation JESUS CHRIST:

- Apparently, Grace announced one day at the dinner table that Diego had had his first wet dream.

- Klaus asks Viktor if he had added that lovely little anecdote into the book.

- Viktor responded with an: yeah, I did.

- Christ almighty I know understand why Diego was so fucking angry VIKTOR HARGREEVES YOU HAVE ZERO CHILL.

- Okay seriously overall that conversation is very sweet. Best klaus-viktor interaction. 10/10

- Also I find hilarious that Regginald tried to call them all separately but obviously no one picked up, so his next thought was: "well. Better start planning my own funeral".

- The quip Klaus made in the Void when he asked Reginald "couldn't you just have called?" Is a thousand times funnier knowing that the bastard DID call, but Klaus missed it bc he was in jail.

That is all for tonight lovelies, this was heartbreaking to read but overall amazing, I recommend you read it, here is the link

#it is very late #but honestly i just couldnt stop reading #i have so many feelings HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FALL ASLEEP NOW #tua #tua season 1 #the umbrella academy #they were all just babies doing their best to survive #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #also the only thing that changes is that ben appeared on their 23rd birthday he looked seventeen and he was angry at them... #but still loved them though he made that very clear #dust rants

[storiesforallfandoms]

rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves;umbrella academy

word count: 3646

request?: yes!

@werewolfbanshee-love​ “Awesome, so since I started today with the show can I ask for Y/N to be Klaus’s support and saves him from Cha-Cha and Hazel just being a badass”

description: in which the powerless human takes down two time commission agents on her own

pairing: klaus hargreeves x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence, i use the name “vanya” in this one just because it takes place in season one

masterlist (one, two, three)

A family full of superheroes, and those fuckers had no idea that one of their brothers was missing. Too wrapped up in their own bullshit to care about anything else. All those superheroes, and it took a goddamn regular human to track down and save a missing Klaus.

I had been in Klaus’ room, waiting for him to come back, when I heard gunshots downstairs. I quickly dropped to the floor and got under his bed for protection. I was not super human, so there was absolutely zero way I was getting involved with whatever was happening. I hoped Klaus also wasn’t getting involved. I listened to the sound of footsteps running past the room, things crashing downstairs, and more gunshots. My breathing became heavier with panic with every passing sound.

I waited a few seconds after the noises went quiet, waiting for any signs of Klaus, or anyone for that matter, coming to check on me. When nothing happened, I hesitantly crawled out from under the bed. I heard slamming doors outside and looked out just in time to see two figures getting into a black car and drive away from the Hargreeves residence. Neither figure looked like any of the Hargreeves siblings, so I took this to mean that the danger had left.

I slowly opened Klaus’ bedroom door and started down the hallway. There was bullet holes in the walls and pictures knocked down. The bathroom door was still open, so I peaked inside but found it empty. There were signs that Klaus had been in there, but none as to where he had gone after his bath.

I could hear voices as I descended the stairs. The giant chandelier from the foyer was now laying shattered in the middle of the floor. An uneasy feeling started to grow in my stomach.

I found Diego, Allison, and Vanya in the living room.

“Hey,” I said, breaking up their conversation. “Where’s Klaus?”

“Who cares?” Diego retorted.

“Uncalled for, Diego,” Allison muttered. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Fine,” I said, glaring at Diego before turning to walk away. It was clear I was getting no help from them.

I searched the entire Hargreeves estate to no avail. I knew there was no way Klaus would leave without telling me. He could be a space case sometimes, but he usually remembered to tell me things. Also, he was in the bath. How would he just get out of there and leave during all that commotion without coming to put clothes on? I’d know if he left, I was sure of it.

A thought popped into my head then: the car I had seen drive away. I rushed to Reginald’s office, the one place in the whole house I knew would have a pen and paper. I quickly wrote down the details of the car before I could forget, including the license plate number.

There has to be a way I can find this car, I thought.

But how?

Driving around town was a no go. It was too big of a town, too many places they could’ve gone or still be going to. It would take me hours, even days. Klaus might not have that long.

There was one option I could try.

I ran back down over the stairs just in time to catch Diego leaving. “Wait! Diego, wait, I need a favor.”

He paused at the door and turned to face me. “What’s in it for me?”

I rolled my eyes. “What, are you 12?”

“No, just a man who knows an opportunity when he sees it.”

“Do me this favor or I get Luther to super strength kick you in the nuts.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He looked at me, as if trying to decide whether to call my bluff or not. After a few moments, he signed and said, “What do you want?”

“I need you to call your cop girlfriend.”

“Patch? Why?”

I couldn’t tell him my suspicions about Klaus’ disappearance. He’d never believe me. I had only properly met Klaus’ siblings a few days earlier, but I could already tell they thought very lowly of him. They would just brush off his sudden disappearance as him going off on a bender and not worry about it.

“I just need her help,” I responded instead. “Please Diego.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Patch’s number. I thanked him profusely as I took his phone. It rang for a short while before Patch answered, “Diego, what do you w - ”

“Patch!” I cut her off. “Detective Patch, this is actually (Y/N), Diego’s brother’s girlfriend. I asked him to call you for me.”

“Oh, I remember you. You’re Klaus’ girlfriend. A little too stable for a guy like him.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Listen, I need a favor. I know this is a long shot because you don’t know me, but I needed a plate run on a car to try to find it. I assume cops can do that. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s important. I - ” I looked over at Diego, who was looking down at his knives and clearly pretending he wasn’t listening. I lowered my voice to say, “I think something happened to Klaus.”

“If it’s something so serious you’re asking for police involvement, you may just want to file a report with the police.”

“No offence, but I don’t completely trust the cops to find him in time. I don’t even trust Klaus’ siblings and they have powers. Look, all I’m asking is any info you can find on this car, that’s it. Please Patch.”

There was a moment of silence. I expected her to say no. It was a big ask for her to do this for someone she didn’t even know. As far as I could tell, she didn’t even like Diego all that much right now. But I needed her to say yes. If she didn’t, I would already be at a severe disadvantage in finding Klaus before it was too late.

“Okay,” she said, finally. “Give me the information.”

I thanked her and gave her the details I had on the car. I also gave her my phone number so she’d call me and not Diego. I thanked Diego again as I gave him his phone back and went back to Klaus’ room to wait. There wasn’t much I could do until Patch got back to me about the car. If she couldn’t find any details about the car, I’d definitely be shit out of luck. I’d never find Klaus.

I paced up and down Klaus’ room. I kept looking out the window, as if the car would return and bring Klaus back safely. I could hear his siblings moving around the house, but not once coming to see where Klaus was. I knew Diego didn’t give a shit, but I thought maybe Allison or Vanya cared enough about their brother to be concerned when I said he was missing. Wishful thinking, I guess.

When my phone rang, I practically jumped out of my skin. I answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”

“I got your car,” came Patch’s voice. “And a location.”

Roughly 20 minutes later, I was parked outside of a motel. The car wasn’t in the parking lot, but Patch swore this was the last known location. It was dark and my body was starting to realize it hadn’t slept in well over 12 hours. But I pushed through it. I needed to find Klaus. I needed him to be alive and safe.

The car finally pulled into the lot nearly an hour later. All sleep immediately left my body as I sat up and watched intently. The car parked and a man and woman got out. They didn’t go around to the back of the car to take a third person out, so I could only assume that Klaus was already inside their room. I got out of my car, grabbing the crowbar I had taken as a weapon before starting to follow Klaus’ captors at a safe distance. They turned a corner and I paused to let them get far enough away to keep myself safe. When I peaked around the corner, they had gone into one of the rooms.

I silently crept down the block of rooms. There was only one room with the lights on, so it was easy to find where the assailants were. I peaked through the thin white curtains to see a figure tied to a chair between the two beds.

Klaus.

I could see his two captors stood facing him, side on to where I was but not able to see me. I couldn’t make out much as the curtains still blocked a lot of my vision.

I hadn’t thought this far ahead. What was the next step here? How did I get them out of the room long enough for me to save Klaus? Or how did I knock them out long enough?

They wouldn’t just answer the door if I knocked, would they?

I took the chance and knocked at the door. “Housekeeping!”

There was silence. I knew it was a long shot, but I had no other plan, and I wasn’t sure how much time I had.

I tried again, knocking three times and repeating, “Housekeeping!”

My heart jumped when I heard the doorknob turn and the door suddenly opened. A tall man with brown hair and a beard looked down at me. Realizing that I wasn’t housekeeping, he looked at me in confusion.

I smiled. “Hello.”

And then I swung my crowbar.

It connected with the side of his head, knocking him to the door. I was surprised by how little effort it took to take him down. Now, where’s the other one?

My question was quickly answered by the sound of gunshots. I dove behind the nearest bed as the woman stepped out of the bathroom, now wearing a mask and shooting at me as I fell to the ground. I should’ve known they’d have guns. I heard the gunshots when I was at the Hargreeves’ place. And yet I came with a crowbar in hand, something that I needed to be very close to the attackers in order to use.

Stupid!

I looked over to where the man was laying unconscious. His white button up shirt was tucked into his pants, revealing his own holster with the gun. I knew it was a bad idea, but I needed to get that gun. At least to try and defend myself from this lady attacker.

I inched forward slowly. She had stopped shooting at me, so I knew she was just waiting for me to come out from my hiding spot. I had a short period of time to try and grab the gun and dive back to where I was hiding before her bullets finally made connections with my body. I had to grab something to cover me, or at least that would hopefully cover me, long enough for me to get the gun.

I looked up to see the a large briefcase on the table behind me. It was a long shot, I’m pretty sure bullets can go through briefcases, but it was all that I had. I turned so my feet were facing towards the table and kicked it. The briefcase wobbled slightly, but didn’t move.

“Hey!” called the female attacker. “What are you doing?!”

I kicked the table again and the briefcase fell over, the handle facing outwards. I reached up and grabbed it, pulling it down just in time for another bullet to whiz past my hand.

“You’re not a very good shot,” I taunted.

I held the briefcase in front of my body as I scurried out from behind the bed towards the unconscious man. I heard more gunshots and, surprisingly, they ricocheted off the briefcase.

This thing must be maid of titanium or something. It can’t be a normal briefcase.

I fumbled with the latch on his holster as another shot ran out, bouncing off the briefcase again. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding with adrenaline. I needed to get this thing off. I needed this to be a fair fight. When the latch finally popped free, I breathed a sigh of relief before taking the gun and diving back behind the bed, taking the briefcase with me. I had a feeling it was something important, and maybe I could exchange it for Klaus.

“Listen!” I called. “I’ve never dealt with all this shooting and kidnapping shit before. I’m not part of the Umbrella Academy, I don’t have powers, I’m just a normal person. I came here because I think you took my boyfriend and I want him back. Whatever you have against the Umbrella Academy I can assure you has nothing to do with Klaus. If you’d just give him up to me, I’ll give you back your briefcase and we’ll leave. I promise you we won’t interfere with whatever you have going on. Truthfully, I don’t even really like Klaus’ siblings right now, so if you want to go after them I won’t be standing in your way.”

There was silence. I was starting to get sick of this type of silence. Either agree or disagree with what I was saying. It wasn’t that deep to have to think about it for this long about my proposition.

Another gunshot rang out, so I took that as a no.

My hands were still shaking as I popped up from behind the bed and started blindly shooting. I had never handled a gun before. They were loud and extremely scary. I knew there was very little chance I would actually hit her, but maybe if I was lucky I’d get a good shot in and I could just take Klaus and run.

It didn’t take long for me to use up all of my bullets. I looked up to see that she was nowhere to be seen. I started to rise to my feet, hoping I had hit her and she was laying on the ground. But, of course, no such luck. The moment I stood, she came out of the bathroom again, gun lifted and aimed at me. My quick instincts were suddenly gone as I stared down the barrel of the gun that would undoubtably kill me. I wondered if Klaus’ siblings would find him before he joined me in my fate. I wondered if Diego would feel guilty for not listening to me when I asked him about Klaus being missing. If any of them would even feel somewhat remorseful for not saving me or Klaus in time.

Instead of another shot ringing out, though, the gun just clicked. Both of us looked at each other - well, I looked at her, her mask looked at me - dumbfounded. She tried again and got the same results. A laughed bubbled in my throat and escaped my lips before I could stop it.

Her gun had ran out of bullets, too.

She dropped the gun and lunged over the two beds towards me. She took my off guard long enough to knock me to the ground. I tried to swing at her, but her mask was just as hard as the briefcase was. I howled in pain as my fist collided with the mask for the first time, definitely shattering the bones in my hand. She seemed delighted by the fact that I was caught off guard again and punched me in the face. Pain exploded from my nose causing tears to well up into my eyes.

My crowbar was laying just inches away from me, next to the briefcase. Either one of those things would definitely work in this situation, but I had to hit her just right on the back of her head. It was obvious hitting the mask would only protect her. And I had to do it while she least expected it. If she knew what my plan was, she’d stop me in an instant and probably take me out with her own bare hands.

I stretched an arm out as she hit me again. The pain was almost unbearable. I’d have to get my nose and my hand looked at by a doctor I was sure, but for now I had to focus on surviving this attack and saving Klaus. I felt my fingers brush against one of the two potential weapons and closed them around it. I wasn’t sure which one I had grabbed, but it didn’t matter to me now. I grit my teeth against the pain and hissed out, “You should’ve taken my deal.”

I swung and the briefcase collided with the back of her head. She fell off of me, limp on the ground. I looked down at her to see blood forming on the back of her head. Knowing she was down for the count, I quickly stood and looked for where they could’ve hidden Klaus. It didn’t take long, though, as the silence finally fell over the room made it easier to hear the sound of muffled yelling coming from the closet. When I threw the doors open, I found Klaus, wrapped only in a towel and tied to the chair. His face was just as blood as mine was.

I nearly sobbed as I reached to take the tape off of his mouth.

“You found me,” he breathed.

“I wasn’t giving up until I did,” I said. “Come on, let’s get you out of here before they wake up.”

I undid his bindings and helped him to his feet. We started out of the room, but I paused to take my crowbar and the briefcase. I figured I could use some leverage if these assholes tried to come after us again.

We scurried across the parking lot to my car. My hand and nose were throbbing. I cradled my hand on my lap and drove with the other towards my house. I felt it was a better option than going back to the Hargreeves’ place. I didn’t want his siblings to see both of us all beat up and realize I had been right about Klaus’ disappearance. Not yet, anyways. I’d save the gloating for later.

When we got back to my place, I ran the shower for Klaus so he could clean himself up. I wrapped my hand in gauze from my first aid kit and held an icepack to my nose until the swelling went down. I then cleaned the blood from my face, careful not to accidentally bump my nose. I’d need to seek medical attention, but that was for a later time.

Klaus had clothes at my place, so I laid them out on my bed for him. Poor thing had been in just a towel for who knows how long.

When he came into my room, he paused at the door to look over me. He winced as he looked at my wrapped up hand. “Did they hurt you bad?”

“Well, this was me actually,” I said. “Those fucking masks were harder than I expected them to be. But she did break my nose. I’ll go see a doctor tomorrow. Did they hurt you bad?”

“No broken bones.” He took the clothes from my bed and changed into them. “I can’t believe you risked your life for me like that.”

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I? They took you and they were hurting you.”

“I have superhuman siblings, though.”

I shook my head. “Too wrapped up in themselves to even listen to me. There was no other choice than for me to come find you myself.”

Klaus climbed into bed next to me. I rolled onto my side to face him, and he did the same, propping himself up on his elbow as he did so.

“I can’t believe you knocked both of them out on your own,” he said. “I heard all that gunfire and thought for sure you were dead.”

“Well, the guy wasn’t too hard to take down. He answered the door with no mask on, so I just hit him with the crowbar I brought with me. The woman put up more of a fight. I was lucky she was dumb enough to empty her gun while trying to shoot me or else I likely would’ve been a goner.”

He looked over me again. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place. It was like a combination of things. Love was the one thing I was sure I was seeing.

“I can’t believe you came for me,” he said again.

I smiled and leaned closer to him. “I love you, Klaus. I’d do anything to make sure you were safe. That includes risking my life to go after two kidnappers with guns and titanium masks on my own to save you from them.”

Klaus smiled. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He pulled me the rest of the way forward, closing the gap between us to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him, leaning forward into the kiss so the two of us were laying down. I winced briefly as my nose brushed against his, sending a slight pain through my face.

“Sorry,” Klaus said, his voice soft. “You need to get that fixed. I can’t just not kiss you.”

I giggled. “Tomorrow, I promise. We need to rest now, though. We both had quite the night.”

As if finally realizing how tired he was, Klaus yawned and nodded. I settled into the bed next to him, cuddling into his chest. I could hear his heart beating as he drifted off to sleep. I used it as a reminder that he was there, that I had saved him, as my adrenaline finally wore off and I finally fell asleep.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves x reader #Robert Sheehan #robert sheehan imagine #robert sheehan x reader #The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy imagine #tua #netflix #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[worldgreatestarchersimp]

Dating the Hargreeves would include

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English is not my first language

A/n: Guess it looks like I´m starting to write again. So my requests are open again. But trought my time and school schedule it could take some time, because I´m also having big exams comming.

Luther Hargreeves

You love hearing stories about his life on the moon. He mostly thinks that his stories are boring but you assure him that you like them.

Since he lived on the moon you are his first everything. maybe not his first love Like in everything. First kiss, first time, ... Because of that felt insecure. He tought you would leave him because of this.

He was also scared how you´d react of his condition. He kept it a secret until Diego told him to tell you.

You were shocked at first but you didn´t mind one more reason to hate his dad

He´s the biggest softy and very protective over you.

He alwyas takes you out to cute picnics.

Diego Hargreeves

Let´s say he has type: badass people

You both meet in the box club.

He teaches how to throw knives

You both are gym rats. And always competion each other.

He´s trying so hard to be the ´Alpha-Male´ but fails miserably.

You and him annoying the rest of the family with prankwars

He´s a big cocky wannabe who shamelessly flirts with anytime and everywhere.

His love language is physical touch. He´s a big sucker for cuddling and doesn´t if he is big or little spoon rigth now.

You are saving him from from stupid actions and descision he might would do.

Allison Hargreeves

Fighting with her together against rasicm (it does not matter if you´re black or white or idk)

Raising Claire together. Spoiler alert she absolut loves you.

Being always on your side. We are not supporting S3 Allison inthis household

Finding Luther weird. Not for his condition. but for hid behaviour towards your girlfriend.

Finding her power extrem cool. But after hearing that faked her whole life with her power, the first big fight began. She assured you she wouldn´t do that to you and only did it to het ex because she tought she was a failure.

You wanted to believe her but you were scared that you were also in her curse or whatever it got called.

It was suprisly Luther who brought you two back together.

Klaus Hargreeves

Spontaneous roadtrips somewhere in the world.

You are the only person who knows he´s non-binary.

You both are the funny duo everyone is annoyed of. Like recreating memes at midnight or laughing always by just looking at each other.

You´re taking his drug problemn serious and helping him to sober up.

You are his second and hopefully last love.

Going shopping and catwalking the new clothes all over the hous just to annoy his family more. The only one who seem to enjoy it is ghostie Benerino.

He tells you at random momtents how much he loves you.

Viktor Hargreeves

He had massive trust issuses at first thanks to that bitch

To his birthday you bought him a violin, so could find peace in his playing again. But he got lowkey scared to end the world again. But he tried it anyways one night. When you heard him playing it was so beautiful. Since then he plays every night for you.

You comfort him after his nightmares.

Teaching him some self-defense.

Growing from hating Luther to liking loving him. And starting to hate Allison.

He teaches you how to play violin.

You are always reading to him, because he likes your voice and it comforts him but this little bean sleps always in

Lila Pitts

SARCASM

Your realationship is full of sarcastic comments. What confussed the Hargreeves and other people.

You are the only one she trusts after hearing, that her ´mother´ killed her parenets.

You two meet, because you were her mission, but she fell for you. So your realationship started with trust issues.

Suprisly it was Five who got you both together and played wingman.

She´s very cocky, but so are you. One thing she loves about you.

Teaming together upwith Five, because he´s the only one who´s not a man-child, acording to you.

She´s saving you from stupid actions and descision you might would do.

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[parkersbliss]

070: “Married life, am I right?”

“We’re not married.”

“Not with that attitude we are.” With five? I don’t know, thought it would be funny.

Hotel Waffles | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x reader

warnings: none

wc: 600??

synopsis: if only retirement actually meant retirement for you and Five

requests: CLOSED

prompts:  070: “Married life, am I right?” “We’re not married.” “Not with that attitude we are.”

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list 

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“What kind of hotel doesn’t serve waffles?” You mutter, coming to stand next to Five with your plate.

“You can just get pancakes,” He suggests.

You scoff. “Five, it’s a right of passage to eat hotel waffles. They’re like… magical. I don’t know what they put in them—”

“I’m gonna take a guess and start with flour.”

You slap his arm lightly. “Five! Seriously, have you never had them before?”

Five turns to face you with a neutral expression, and you nod. “Oh, right. Apocalypse.”

He gives you a tight-lipped smile, moving down the buffet when Klaus jogs up to the two of you.

“Hey, uh, what do you say we get outta here? Take a little road trip?”

Five raises a skeptical brow, lifting the cover of one of the containers. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about a sojourn to the countryside. You, me, (Y/N), the wind in our hair.” Five scoops out the pancakes, still eyeing Klaus. “Thelma and Louise on the open road.”

“You know they die in the end, right?”

“Holding hands, living our best life my little cherub.” Five stops to put some fruit salad on his plate, and you follow, grabbing one of the pieces of melon off his plate and eating in.

“Listen to me. I nearly died last night because of Luther’s sleep farts,” Klaus said quietly, and you stifle a laugh. “We need to get out of here! Get some fresh air.”

Five turns around to face his brother. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why us, Klaus?”

“Because you said - you said you’re both retired, and that’s what retired people do. And don’t you deserve some fun? We can get… hotel waffles!”

You perk up at that, turning to Five to tell him you should go, but he stares at the empty tank.

“There’s no lobsters,” Five observed.

Klaus gives Five a weird look. “Excuse me?”

“There were three lobsters in that tank a minute ago,” You mumble, noticing the strange disappearance of the crustaceans at this time of the morning.

“Yeah, well, you know, maybe Chet blended ‘em into a morning smoothie.”

Five shakes his head but smiles. “You’re an idiot, but we’re in.”

You wrap an arm around Five, “Yes!”

…

“This actually isn’t so terrible,” Five admits glancing out the window at the rolling hills.

Klaus smiles. “See? Told you.”

“Come to think of it, my whole life, I’ve been under the gun. Missions for dad, working for the commission, trying to survive the apocalypse. I was always looking around the corner, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s nice to just breathe.”

You prop your head on the center console, smiling at the two boys. “Yeah, I love retirement.”

“Good for you guys. Retirement is suiting you.”

“Oh!” Five suddenly perks up. He grabs something from the passenger side drawer. “Uh… all right. So, I’ve circled all the roadside attractions along the way.”

“Oh… I’m not sure we’re gonna have time for all that,” Klaus trails off.

“I have the Brownsville big nickel.”

“Oh, Ricky’s bakery has award-winning pies,” You chimed in, and Five points to you with a nod.

“Well, if you just let me explain—”

“Or there’s the cow henge—”

“Listen to me. Just shut up for two seconds, okay? Just two seconds, all right?”

“Okay,” Five said. “I’m all ears.”

“Me too, Klaus.”

Klaus takes a deep breath. “We are going to Pennsylvania to find my birth mother, okay? Yay!”

“Excuse me?” Both you and Five said, eyeing him up and down.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I just needed someone to come with me for emotional support.”

“Oh, emotional support? Like a schnauzer?”

“Yeah, yeah, and I knew you guys wouldn’t come if I told you, so what was I supposed to do? Well, (Y/N) would have, but you wouldn’t let her.”

“You’re goddamn right we wouldn’t have come, Klaus. You know why? Because we are supposed to be retired!” You can see the vein popping out of Five’s neck as he leans toward Klaus. Though you do agree with Five, you didn’t mind supporting his brother as much as he did.

“Yeah, I know—”

“This was supposed to be a carefree road trip.”

“Well, it still can be, babe,” Klaus offered, smiling at Five. But Five’s eyes catch a sign.

“Ball of twine! Klaus, turn!” He shouts.

“What? Five? Five!”

“Ball of twine, turn!” Five grabs the steering wheel and jerks the car to the left. “It’s one of the best ones, c’mon!”

“Five!” You yell, flying around in the back seat from the sudden turn.

“Five, we’re gonna die! Ah!” Klaus screams when they almost hit a car.

Five’s hand grips the steering wheel. “I don’t care. Let’s go!”

“Five!”

“You know what? No twine, no birth mother!”

And that settles the argument pretty quickly. Klaus pulls up to the ball of twine, following behind you and Five.

“You know, I expected it to be bigger,” You said.

“Seems pretty big to me,” Five shrugs.

“Well, that’s what you tell yourself,” You snort.

Five scoffs at you, but you can see the smile on his features. “I just think this is boring. We could go to like… Hershey park!”

“Hershey park?” Five questions.

You nod eagerly. “Chocolate and roller coasters, why not?”

“I think the Philadelphia bell is a much better idea.”

“Nuh-uh,” You said.

“Yuh-huh,” He replied, and you go back and forth for a while until Klaus comes to a stand next to you.

“Married life, am I right?” He sighs.

You give Klaus a puzzled look. “We’re not married.”

Five whips his head towards you, crossing his arms. “Not with that attitude we are.”

You slap his arm lightly, looking towards the ground at his comment, and Five asks Klaus about his birth mom, and you tune out the conversation. It was between them, anyway. Instead, you just stared at the huge ball of twine, wondering if this really was the end. You could see yourself happy married to Five, driving around the country, and doing what retired people are supposed to do. Even though you both still looked like kids.

Perhaps that was a benefit though. You wanted to see if you could convince him to drive to the world’s longest water slide.

Five’s hand slides around your waist, pulling you out of your thoughts. “C’mon, we’re going to help Klaus.”

You hop into the backseat, getting comfortable, only to find after maybe thirty minutes, you were there. Klaus steps out, and Five gives him a pep talk before opening the backdoor and coming to sit beside you. He takes out the map, and a pen, turning to you with a smile.

“So, where to?”

You grin, leaning your head on his shoulder and pointing towards a few attractions. “Oh, I hear Disney World is a lot of fun!”

“Disney, huh?”

“There’s the Aero and Space museum nearby too, founded by Kennedy.”

Five shakes his head. “I think I’ve had enough Kennedy for a while.”

“So, Disney it is?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Really?” You asked with a laugh, surprised he was agreeing so easily. “You wanna go to Disney with me?”

Five nods, “I’ll admit it’s not my thing, but it’s what you want. Hershey Park is a no, though.”

“Disney World for the win!”

Five smiles, circling Disney on the map and putting a heart with your initials by it. “Disney it is.”

You smile up at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as he hums along to the song on the radio. “You don’t even know my name,” Five sings along, feet propped up on the seat as he looks at the map. “I go inside the—”

Something suddenly knocks against the car, flicking you both to the side. You knock against Five, groaning. “What is—?” Five questions, standing up to find the field of cows is empty. You come to stand next to him, your shoulders falling. “Fuck.”

He gets out and sighs. “Oh, can’t we get one fucking day off?”

“So that’s a no to Disney, isn’t it?”

Five gathers you in his arms, “One day. Disney and hotel waffles, I promise. Right now we just…”

“Have to save the world again?”

“One more time.”

— END —

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[silky-slinky]

WEDDING AIR !

FIVE HARGREEVES X FEM!READER PAIRING !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

Five had to double take at you arriving and stepping out of the elevator. His mouth slightly parting at the sight of you. He couldn't believe his eyes. You weren't one for dressing up, always opting for comfortable clothes. It made you incredibly confident with what you were wearing, it hugged your curves well, the color making your skin-pop out. Safe to say you weren't the only one thinking of that.

You had grown accustomed to these people, so far to call them your own family. Caring for them as if they were your family by blood. Klaus is your closest friend there, alongside Five who you caught feelings for ever since spending time with him.

Your eyes panned to everyone, their eyes boring into yours. “Y/n/n! You look amazing!” Klaus quickly went over to your side, linking his arms with yours. As you watched Diego and Lila approaching the both of you, the others sent you a smile.

“Can't lie, Y/n. You do look amazing.” Diego said with a smile.

“Yeah, it's surprising you dressed up,” Lila said with a laugh. You even surprised yourself by dressing up. Well, you had to of course, for the sake of Luther and Sloane's wedding in the middle of an inevitable apocalypse.

“Why thank you, everyone. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience to attend a wedding in the middle of an apocalypse.” Courtly smiling at them while taking Klaus away from the group whilst his arm was still linked to yours.

Your eyes scanned the venue, with gorgeous lights that decorated the ceiling. The dance floor illuminated your faces as you made your way towards Five's table, Klaus still linked to your arm, looking like a lost puppy.

With Five's stare, you got uncomfortable right away. Was it the dress you were wearing? Your hair didn't look the way you thought it looked? Your make-up didn't match your dress? Five looking like a fish out of water. And you got more and more anxious when he didn't say anything, just staring at you. While Klaus was long gone, wandering off and pestering whoever he wanted to.

Your hands gestured to your dress and face after a few seconds of awkward staring. “Well? What d'ya think?” An awkward smile adorning your face.

Five's eyes looked at you up and down, stopping right at your (e/c) eyes. “I think...” He stopped and trailed off. “I think you look beautiful.”

After so many years of being in love and being friends with this man-child? This was the only thing he said that was a compliment.

You sat down next to him, “I dressed up. Who knows what'll happen next.” You shrugged your shoulders at him.

“I'm glad you did.” Five giving you a tight-lipped smile. He was uncomfortable with his heart beating so loudly, he's fought back his feelings and he wasn't about to accidentally out himself.

“I was about to say you aren't so bad yourself but I realized you're wearing the same thing you had earlier. Nevertheless, you look amazing.”

Five hated you with all his guts.

Five hated how you made him melt just by smiling at him.

Five hated how his heart would beat so fast when you were in the room.

Five hated how sweaty his palms would be if you were sitting beside him.

Five hated how he loved you more than himself.

And so he found himself drinking his problems away. The world ending and you. He never knew why he felt things for you. Hell, he didn't even feel these things when he was with Dolores.

“Five, stand up.” You had found Five in one of the elevators as you were going back to your room, drunk and unconscious. Surprisingly, you didn't drink even a sip of the booze everyone was drinking. You weren't a fan of alcoholic drinks in the first place.

“Y/n?” Five grumbled into your touch as you took one arm of his onto your shoulders to support his weight. The way to your room consisted of countless attempts to pry away from you. Several times your name was called out by him and every time he would, you'd tune him out.

By the time you arrived at your room, you were fed up by Five. Reminding yourself to never interact with a drunk Five. You were lucky enough to have a room of your own, you opted to lay Five down on your bed rather than going to the boy's room where Diego and Lila were probably shagging each other.

“Y/n.” Another whine came from his mouth, to which you rolled your eyes. One thing you were known for was your thin patience.

“Yes, Five?” Egging him to continue.

Five seemingly sober than before, he sat up on your bed. “Y'know? I hate you.” A chuckle left your lips. “Why?”

“Because you make me feel things I shouldn't feel.” Your heart raced incredibly fast. What did he mean by that?

“What?” You stammered over your words, stumbling back to the wall when he stood up and walked your way.

“I love you, Y/n.” Five could hear your breath hitch from how close he was standing in front of you, almost towering over you.

“Five, you're drunk.” Your hands pushed him away, making your way to the door, to which you could hear Five's feet following yours.

Your mouth left a gasp as you feel Five's hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you from leaving the room. “I'm drunk but I'm not dumb. I love you, Y/n. I always did.” Your whole body turned to face him, eyes glossy as tears threatened to spill.

Thoughts came racing to your mind, was he telling you the truth? Why now? Why did he pick a time when everything was going to shit? Why?

“Five...” Your mouth suddenly dried out. You called his name but no words wanted to leave your mouth.

By this time both of his hands were on yours, giving you the softest look he could ever muster up. It wasn't easy for him to be this open with expressing his feelings. All his life he never knew how to.

“I love you too.” Five let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, as he hugged you tighter than he's ever done.

“Why'd you confess now?” You say with suspicion laced in your voice.

“Probably the wedding air.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “and of course, the end of the world.” He says as he pressed his lips into yours.

THAT'S ALL, MORE TO COME !

- ★

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[igotanidea]

We're all broken here: five hargreeves and reader.

Summary: Five is known to say exactly what is on his mind, even if it may hurt someone else. What if he takes it too hard and aim at the one person he really cares about. Will she understand?

A/N: This is just some story focused mostly on family relationships and supporting each other. no romance, just brother-sister stuff. Located somewhere in season 1. no "y/n"s

***

„Shit! Why you gotta be so stupid?!”

This last words echoed through the rooms and hallways of Hargreeves mansion leaving all of the siblings frozen. Despite the fact that Five was the one to use them he already regretted it.

“Eight, I …” he stuttered

“No. You  know what, it’s fine. I’m stupid and you’re mean. Let’s settle here and move on. No sorries, no I didn’t mean it, because for a matter of fact you did mean it.” It took all of her courage and inside strength not to fall apart at this adjective. She was used to being called weak, pathetic, distant, unattractive and plump and that did nothing to her. Aiming at her intelligence however, the only thing she was building her confidence on was just too much. But of course she would never let her idiotic 80somethign year old brother in a kid’s body know that.

“Eight….”

“Save it. We are good. I’m gonna go, but by all means you stay here.”

“Oh, no, honey, wait, wait for me! I’m not leaving you alone with your misery!” Klaus stood up immediately and stumbling a bit followed his sister with a bottle of alcohol in one hand.

“Low blow Five. Really in-style” Alison , aka number three mocked.

“Oh, just shut up and give me a break” Five hissed with clenched fist in his best attempt to teleport back to his room and move on with work and equations that did not make any sense.

“You’re not gonna do this” Diego, number two pointed a knife in his direction. Eight was his favorite sister, always there to calm him down after a fight or to help him with his stuttering or whatever else he had going on and inside he always felt the need to protect her.  She might have been gifted with seeing people’s auras, manipulating their emotions and occasionally getting into their thoughts but she couldn’t use that on herself. And at this moment, surely she had a lot.  “You’re gonna go to her and apologize.”

“I do not have to listen to you, Diego” Five squinted and took a sip of coffee, which was his inherent accessory. “And as a matter of fact, I will not. I’m out.”

“He’s a prick” Luther, number one mumbled with his mouth full when Five excused himself in a flash of blue light. “But that is nothing new.”

“He never was for her” number seven, Vanya shook his head “this whole apocalypse business must have really got into his head if he’s acting like that.”

“Nope” Luther pointed “you seem him differently cause you two always had a connection. But Five is an ass.”

“Hear, hear” Alison nodded

“Hate to say it, but Luther’s right.” Diego stood up.

“Do you think I should check on Klaus and Eight? Don’t know which one will have worse influence on the other.” Vanya was truly the only one who wasn’t afraid to show she cared.

“Leave them be. She can handle herself. In fact, I see Klaus getting advice from her not the other way round. He’s been acting strange lately.”

“Can’t remember the time when he was not.”

*** 

Meanwhile in eight’s room she was sitting on her bed with legs up to her chest, staring blankly into a space. Well, in fact she was staring at the wall bordering her room from five’s but it was not intentional.

“My lovely sister!” Klaus stumbled into her room and fell on the bed making the girl jump a little. “Do not torture yourself with Five’s words. This is unhealthy.”

“Look who is talking about unhealthy” she smirked pointing towards the bottle “care to share?”

“Um…. Sure, yeah, why not? Here you are.” He took a long sip before passing the alcohol to her “enjoy.”

“Klaus?”

“Yes, dear?”

“It’s empty, you ball of fuzz. You drank the last drops”

“Ups. Sorry.” he grinned “I’m sure you can do without, right?” he hid his face in the bed sheet and groaned

“You left me no choice. Anyway, anything I can do for you, brother?”

“Me?” he raised himself on the elbows and looked straight at her, his hair being a mess, confusion all over his face “Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Klaus.”

“Yes.”

“I can see your aura, remember? I can feel your emotions.”

“And what do you see, sister my?”

“Brown.” She raised an eyebrow

“You have to be more specific on that.”

“Well, you are either high, but that’s usual or you’ve been dealing with your ghost powers. I bet the latter.”

“I’m working hard you know, I’m trying” he cried “I even let Diego tie me to a chair so I would keep on track”

“So that’s what it was all about. Cute.”

“Don’t mock me” Klaus fell on his back dramatically “It’s exhausting.”

“Sure is. Ben giving you a hard time lately?”

“Not more than usual.” Number six, Ben, died at 17, but was still showing himself to Klaus and on some occasions Eight was capable of feeling his presence and emotions.

“It’s so good that at least you believe me I see him” Klaus grabbed her hand “He’s terrible. Won’t let me do a single thing.”

Liar.

“Oh, shut up, Ben”

“He’s here now? Where?”

Come on, eight, focus. I’m …. right…. here….

“Sitting on the window sill. You feel him?”

“Somewhat. I see yellow from that side. He’s mad. Not sure if It’s about you being a liar or ….”

The other one, obviously. Tell her, Klaus!

“Yeah, it’s about Five. Now, come here, sis. Let me hug you and make the pain go away. You do know you are not stupid, right?”

“Of course I do. But thank you Klaus.” She was more than happy to let her brother embrace her.

***

There was no denying that this damn upcoming apocalypse had an effect on every one of the siblings. Each of them reacted in their own way, leaving Luther and Alison spending the rest of the time together, Diego doing his vigilante shit, Klaus crying his heart out on Eight’s shoulder and Five going crazy. More than usual. Doing stuff he was not supposed too.

“Eight.” It was his best chance to make things right with her, so he appeared inside her room startling Klaus.

“Ah! Five. Don’t do this.”

“Go away. I need a word with her.”

“I don’t know if she….”

“If you don’t leave in like 5 seconds I’m gonna ….”

“Ok, fine, fine. I’m leaving. Jeez, threatening, Five? Seriously? I’m fragile!”

“Get out, Klaus!”

“Come on, Ben. We’re out.”

Nope. I’m staying. This will be interesting.

“Don’t you disobey me, now!” four yelled at the air making both Five and Eight look at him in confusion. Five more than his sister since she saw a bit of red in the air. Ben was angry for being told what to do. She shook her head not sure what to do with three brothers, one dead inside her room.

“You know what, since you all act like lunatics, I’m gonna go. Whoever has a business with me, feel free to join. I’ll get coffee and wait in the garden. 

And with that she left Klaus bantering with Ben and dumfounded Five behind.

***

“Come out now, blue, I can see you” couple minutes later she was sitting on the garden bridge, legs hanging from the edge, sipping coffee, watching the street.

“Stop calling me that” Five took a step towards her, hands in pockets, his whole posture a little slouched.

“I can’t help you just radiate this color.”

“And what does that mean to you. Sadness? I am not sad.”

“Of course not. Blue is not sadness, it’s more … thinking, considering. I can almost feel the wheels in your brain turning. So, the question is, what is on your mind to leave you like this?”

“Stop playing around. You know damn well what this is about.”

“Guilt?” she tilted her head

“Don’t push me Eight! You can say it to yourself.”

“Maybe” she refused to look at him “but I want you to express it.”

“I never should have called you that.”

“If that’s what troubles you ….”

“No. Don’t interrupt me!”

“How could I. After all you are older than me.” She fixed her gaze on the tree on the opposite side of the road.

“Look, Eight” he sighed in exasperation and rubbed his forehead “I saw you all die. I have lived through the apocalypse, and came back here looking like a kid. Surely you understand it is not… normal.”

“I do. And?”

“And…. This may have some effect on how I behave.”

“I call bullshit, Five.”

“Fine!” he yelled “you are infuriating, you get the craziest ideas, you make me mad and small, you constantly undermine what I do and …..”

“And what?” she finally looked at him. The second she laid her eyes on his face he could not hide anymore. She saw right through him like an open book. Not only because of her abilities, but because she was always the one closest to him. Challenging, yes. Demanding, yes. But at the same time so ambitious that it made him want to do more, to do better. To outsmart her, to impress her and to prove that he was in fact worth her friendship. He sighed, feeling utterly defeated.

“I hate you, Eight.” The boy shook his head in frustration  “But at the same time you are my sister and after some snarky comments and spiteful words I would jump into the fire for you.”

“I know. That is why I did not take what to you said to me personally.”

“It didn’t look like that to me.”

“Well then you are no smarter than me, dumbass. We are family, we are all broken, messy, chaotic and a bunch of individuals. We fight, scream at each other, get mad and even do not talk for … how many years?” she smiled at him “but at the end of the day we resist the urge to kill each other and that is the progress.”

“You want to kill me, Eight?”

“Sometimes, yes. Do you remember that?” she moved slightly so he could see a carving on the bridge.

“Fight” he smirked “Like Five and Eight combined.”

“How old were we when we made that up? Six?”

“Possibly. It’s good to see some things stays the same.”

“You know Five, we may have grown up, but seems like our relationship will always come down to this one words. Fight. Each other or other people, never mind. To me it just mean we are here for one another.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“Good” she raised her cup “but stay away from my coffee. If there’s anything about you I know is that you are an ass, mischievous, spiteful, vengeful …”

“Careful there sister….”

“I’m not done yet… you act on impulse and do not mince your own words, but you are not cruel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen my fair share of people who wanted to hurt another. Their faces when they told words that were meant to tear each other apart and to cause damage. There were so much viciousness inside. That single purpose on their mind to break and destroy. Whatever you may think about yourself you are not like that, Five. You are not evil. Just a menace.”

“So touching” he mocked  “I think I’m about to cry.”

“Don’t mind my presence than” she took another sip and having finished the coffee put the cup down ”“Now. You got silver sparkling in your cloud. Who are we fighting with today?”

“Have I ever told you about the Commission?” he squinted at her.

“Nope. But it seems like a long story. I’m listening.”

Yes. After all, they were family. And at the end of the day they were up to get rid of anyone who would threat a member of it.

#five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five x y/n #five x reader #number five #five hargreeves x y/n #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five imagine #five x you #fivexreader #the umbrella academy fanfiction #the umbrella academy #tua five #tua #tua x reader

[noforkingclue]

Do you mind to write a dark!five who is in love with reader? But reader does not feel the same cuz he look like a young boy so u didnt take him seriously. Big mistake.

So I just want to clarify that the reader does not love Five. She only views him like a little brother.

Title: Unrequited

Warnings: dark fic

The Umbrella Academy tag list: @zerocanonlywriteshit, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“So you’re back then.”

Five didn’t turn around at the sound of your voice but you did notice that he stiffened slightly at it. You had known the Hargreeves from when you were young and the disappearance of Five had always been one of the great mysteries of your childhood. You took a sip of your coffee as Five turned around.

“Clearly,” he said, “What are you doing here?”

“Invited to the funeral,” you said, “Klaus said something about moral support. I wasn’t expecting it to be this eventful.”

“You should be used to our family by now,” said Five, “This is what we’d call a quiet gathering.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle and nod saying,

“It’s good to see you again, kid. Next time try not to disappear for so long.”

As you left the kitchen to try and mediate whatever argument had occurred in your absence, you missed Five say quietly,

“I’m not a kid.”

*

“Is it me or it Five acting strange around you?”

You glanced at Diego as he leaned against your kitchen counter. Your flat had become almost like a safe haven for the Hargreeves. Whenever they were younger and wanted to escape the madness that was their family they usually went to your family. This just continued into adulthood.

“He’s just come back from a traumatic experience,” you said, “And has gone back to being a teenager. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t a bit strange.”

“No,” Diego shook his head, “There’s something fucking wrong with him.”

“He’s your brother,” you said as you continued chopping carrots, “Talk to him.”

“You’ve met him,” said Diego, “He’s not the type of person you just talk to.”

“He’s a child.” you said

“He’s not,” Diego gave you a sharp look, “He’s a fucking psycho.”

“Charming as ever.”

You and Diego both jumped as the sound of Five’s voice. Diego glared at his brother while you just gave him a disapproving look. Five ignored the two of you and made his way over to the coffee machine.

“I thought I told you to use the door.” You said

“Why the fuck are you here?” snapped Diego

“Diego, don’t swear at Five.”

“Thank you, y/n.” said Five

“He’s still a child after all.”

*

It was strange, coming home from work and seeing Five curled up on your sofa. You sighed as you saw him take a sip of coffee and you said,

“Isn’t it a bit late to be drinking coffee? It’ll mess up your sleep schedule.”

You took the coffee cup from him and gently stroked the top of his head. Five glared up at you and you couldn’t help but smile at it. He just looked so young, you couldn’t take him seriously. It wasn’t the first time you had come home to see Five and you doubt it would be the last.

You turned on the TV and put something mindless on. You didn’t notice the way Five closed his eyes and rested against you. You really didn’t know how much you meant to him.

*

“I love you.”

“Huh?”

You were in the Hargreeves’s library when Five spoke. He stood tall, well, as tall as he could. You looked at him in amusement and said,

“Yeah, right back at you.”

“I mean it,” he slowly walked towards you, “I love you.”

You paused and closed your book.

“Like in a sister-brother way?”

“What do you think?”

“Five,” you stood up, “Look, I’m flattered but you’re like a brother to me. Besides, you’re so young. I don’t think you really understand about lo-“

“Don’t finish that fucking sentence.”

“And don’t swear.”

“I’m not a child! You have no idea what I’ve been through, what I’ve done and what I am capable of.”

“I know what happened to you,” you said gently, “And I know that I can never understand what you went through. But Five, you are a child. You look like a child. I can’t-“ you scrunched your nose in disgust and shook your head, “No. No. No. I think I should leave.”

You took a step towards the door but Five was quicker. In a flash he was right in front of you. You looked down at him and had to force yourself not to break his stare.

“I am not a child. I am fifty eight years old. I’ll prove to you that I love you,” he said, “Don’t you worry.”

You blinked and he was gone, leaving you alone in the library that now felt far too creepy. You swallowed thickly and quickly marched out determined to find the other Hargreeves. Five had lost it and you were going to need all the help you could get.

#fanfiction #The Umbrella Academy #reader insert #request #five hargreeves #five x reader #dark #yandere umbrella academy #yandere five hargreeves

[lunannex]

Allison Hargreeves and the Effects of Grief

At this point, I think most people know that I’m an avid Allison supporter. It’s one of the things I’m most known for. And after witnessing these vile reactions from the fandom thanks to her actions in S3, I figured I’d try to pick apart her arc as best as I can.

So, where’s Allison at the start of this season?

Well, for starters, she’s just spent the last two years in the segregated south during the 60’s. But let’s rewind: what got her there in the first place? Technically, it was thanks to her brother. She had to pay the price for his mistakes. While trying to help him, she lost her voice and was launched back to decades in the past just when she was starting to build a life for herself amidst her divorce and custody battle. She thinks she’s all alone, so she does all she can: she builds yet another life for herself. And for the first time in her life, everything she has, she’s earned. Including the love of her husband and a great community that has her back.

Not that it lasts long because then she’s faced with an impossible choice: either leave this life behind (which includes the love of her life), or go back to her actual timeline in the hopes of MAYBE getting her daughter back.

She knows the risks, she knows that she might be going back for nothing, but she still makes the choice. She leaves everything she spent two years building, she leaves the man she loves, all because of a “maybe”. She goes back because she hopes with her entire being that all of this hasn’t been for nothing, and that’s her entire motivation to keep going.

Turns out, she was right to be doubtful. She does end up going back for nothing. That “maybe” turns into a “will never be”. Her daughter doesn’t exist, she never did. And what do her siblings do? They brush it off like it’s nothing. Luther at this point has been kidnapped by the Sparrows and is focused on getting closer to Sloane; Diego is preoccupied with Stan and Lila; Klaus and Five are off on a road trip and then embark on different journeys…so that just leaves Viktor. Really, he was the only one who initially seemed concerned over Allison. When he saw that the rest were just going about their days as if nothing had happened, he reminded them that Allison was upstairs grieving her daughter.

To all those who say that Allison was a terrible mother and that maybe it’s better if Claire doesn’t exist…how does it feel to miss the point of Allison’s entire character? Yes, she lost custody of Claire because she was an unfit mother, but from the moment she was forced to separate from her child, all she’s been trying to do is to be a better person. It took losing Claire for her to realize how much she loved her. She tried so hard to be a good person for the person in this world that she loves the most, and that still wasn’t enough. She meets a man who she really, truly loves in a way that I don’t think she ever loved Patrick. A man who loves her just as much, who accepts every part of her and whose devotion to her is never-ending. So, she leaves him. Because leaving her husband means that she gets to get her daughter back, and at the end of the day, Claire’s always been her number one priority.

We see Allison’s trauma as early as Ep.2. While she and Viktor are waiting for Marcus in that cafe, Allison starts experiencing a PTSD attack. Like she tells Diego, the others don’t understand what it was like for her as a Black woman in the 60’s. She woke each morning knowing that it could be her last, because she knew the cost of speaking out. After having everything handed to her on a silver-platter for so long, she was suddenly thrown into a time that denied people who looked like her basic human decency, a time where most of them could end up dead or in prison just for wanting to be treated as equals.

She reaches this point where she’s even attempting to rumor HERSELF. She looks in the mirror and tries to do the same thing she spent years doing to other people, but it doesn’t work. My theory is that she stopped it before the rumor could affect her in fear of losing control over who she is. At the end of the day, even if the rumor had worked, she’d still be grieving. Because how sustainable really are they? How long do they last? Who’s to say that it wouldn’t be worse after the rumor wore off?

Despite what S2 seemed adamant on denying by having Allison sweep the whole situation under the rug, we see that she’s still suffering the consequences of Viktor’s actions as well. I think the only mention of it that we got in S2 was when she mentioned to Klaus that she couldn’t speak for a year. But in reality, she would have nightmares about the whole incident, and it’s clear that it was such a common occurrence that Ray would immediately rush to reassure her that she still has her voice.

Ray was her shining beacon of hope during such a dark time. His optimism even when faced with so much oppression showed her that she was capable of so much more than she ever imagined.

There seemed to be this focus on having the characters emphasize on how Allison has always been among the best of them. They say that she’s the calm and cool one, the nice one, the one who never jumps into situations without thinking, because that’s the box they’ve stuck her in. But the truth is that she BECAME a better person after realizing her wrongdoings. She made the CHOICE to be kind, because once upon a time she was nowhere near as good of a person as the woman we meet at the start of the show.

You see, from the moment we meet Allison, we learn that she’s spent the last eight months or so trying to atone for her actions. Prior to her divorce and losing custody of her daughter, she would use her power to get everything she wanted. Love, stardom, a well-behaved child, etc. She always took the easy route because who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t take the easy way out if they had the power to manipulate reality to their will with a single sentence?

Really, I think she only changed because she got caught in the act by her ex-husband. That put everything into perspective for her and she realized that she couldn’t carry on like that if she ever wanted to be the mother Claire deserves. Everything got so out of hand that, in the end, she ended up realizing that nothing in her life was real, none of it truly felt earned.

In S1, when Viktor states that the reason he was isolated from the rest as a child was because Reginald forced him, Allison responds by telling him that he can’t blame his problems on anyone but himself now that he’s an adult. Allison had never blamed anyone else for everything that’s happened to her. Even when Viktor slit her throat and nearly killed her, she still said that it was her fault, almost saying that she was basically asking for it. Like she tells Viktor, she’s always the one that has to meet him halfway.

But see, here’s the thing about Allison: she doesn’t like losing. She doesn’t like not feeling in control. She prefers taking things too far than not far enough. Even in the 60’s, she still had the civil rights movement. She had something to fight for and Ray was always there to urge her on and remind her why this cause is worth fighting for.

Now, this brings me to the most controversial part of her character, and the reason she’s at the top of nearly everyone’s hit list (and trust me I understand why): the part where she rumors Luther into wanting her. I think we can all agree that this was an uncomfortable scene to watch. At one point, Luther asks her if she would even be there if Ray and Claire were still around, Allison never denies that she wouldn’t. She just tells Luther “but they aren’t here, are they?”

When asked about this scene, Emmy Raver-Lampman and Tom Hopper described this scene as Allison wanting to cling onto the last bit of control she has left. No matter what, Luther has always been one of the biggest constants in her life. They’ve always shared this mutual understanding and connection that they just never had with any of the others, and something that she’s always been able to count on is Luther’s love and acceptance. So, when Luther tells her that he’s going to meet with Sloane, she sees it as a betrayal. She sees it as just another thing that’s being taken away from her and that she can’t do anything about it…except, yeah. She has the power to do just that. It’s not really what she wants, she regrets it almost immediately, but again, she’s desperate to find comfort wherever she can, and she’s not used to being told “no”.

During their conversation, Allison tells Lila that nothing stays. She tells her that none of it is real. At least with Ray, she has their wedding ring, but with Claire? She doesn’t even have a picture of her. And the original timeline feels so far away at that point. It’s been YEARS since she last saw her daughter, so who’s to say that she ever existed at all? She tells “Ray” during that scene on the swings that she feels like she’s losing her mind. She even asks him “were you ever real?”. She tells Diego that she’s never felt so hopeless in her life, because no matter what, she’s always had something to cling to. A reason to go on. But what does she have now? How can she fight for someone who’s already dead and another person who never existed?

So throughout the season, she slowly regresses into the person she used to be before Patrick caught her in the act. She makes bad decisions, she’s selfish, it’s clear that she has consent issues and she ends up turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Whenever we see her in S3, it’s either with a drink in hand or with a cigarette. Klaus says in S2 that Allison deals with her issues by lying to herself. Like Viktor, she’s almost a ticking time bomb in this sense. Allison tells Diego in Ep.4 that she doesn’t know where to put any of her anger, so she decides to take a physical approach. She finds people she can hurt without feeling guilty because they’re the same people who’ve hurt her. From white supremacists to the man who’s responsible for the death of their mothers.

Then the focus shifts. She finds a new reason to be angry at Viktor. He lied to her about the man who, in her mind, is responsible for her daughter never existing in that timeline. And that drags up a few old wounds that never got the chance to fully heal. Their argument starts off with Allison telling off Viktor for lying about Harlan to her face, but it quickly escalates.

When Allison says that her siblings are always so quick to tell her to suck up her pain and yet so worried about fixing Viktor’s…she’s right. When it came to Allison losing her daughter, they all turned a blind eye for the most part, but then, when it came to Viktor’s transition, they were rushing to make him feel like part of the family. When it comes to Viktor destroying the world, they’re all rushing to “fix” him and absolving him of any blame because “they all played a part”. It’s been like that for a long time and a lot of them have almost reached a point where they treat him as if he isn’t a grown adult who doesn’t need to be coddled. So Viktor can tell Allison that she ruined his life by rumoring him into thinking he was ordinary (as a FOUR year old, might I add), but Allison can’t tell Viktor that he’s taken everything for her time and time again? She can’t tell him that a part of her wishes they’d left him behind? I’m not comparing their situations here, this isn’t a competition. They both have a right to be angry.

She knows her pain doesn’t give her the permission to hurt others, she acknowledges that they’ve all had to mourn people and that she isn’t the only one who’s lost it all, but that’s just how grief works. Allison tried to be a good person. She tried to make amends and to forgive and forget but, like she says herself, look at where that got her. I think she saw Viktor’s lie as another betrayal, the same way she interpreted Luther choosing to be with Sloane (someone he met a few days ago) instead of her.

Something that I think is interesting about Allison is her pointing out on numerous occasions how unfair certain things are.

This is just one example. But in S2, when Luther tells her that they’re not meant to live normal lives, Allison has the same response. Even after all the hardships she’s faced, we have to remember that she spent her entire life up until losing custody of Claire getting everything she ever wanted. She never even had to worry about these minor inconveniences that plague us daily but now…everything is ending and she can’t do anything about it.

And then, Reginald offers her a deal. A way out. A full-proof solution to all her problems. And so, she gets her focus point back. She’s finally feeling hopeful again. She decides that she HAS to do something, she has to at least TRY to get her family back, because otherwise, all of it will just slip into nothingness. It’ll all be for nothing and who’s to say that it was ever real at all? Allison doesn’t know what she’ll do if all those memories they shared are insignificant, if she doesn’t find a place to put all this love she has for two people who no longer exist.

So, she accepts the deal. Again, who wouldn’t?

Now, the way this was framed was different from Five’s deal with the Handler in S2, but the situations do hold a lot of similarities. They both feel like, by that point, they have nowhere else to turn. They’d already tried everything else. Still, the narrative treats Five’s actions as this decision that he’s making for the greater good of his family. Him killing the board is just a means to an end, and it’s clear that he doesn’t enjoy it but he’d do anything for his siblings. Meanwhile, they frame Allison’s decision as being with malicious and selfish intentions. As if she had a hand in what happened to Luther and Klaus just because she’s been “unraveling ever since she got to the timeline”. Which, again, is a massive disservice to her character. Like she tells Viktor, the deal she made with Reginald was meant to have their siblings’ protection in mind.

Really, I think her arc would have benefited from the deal being shown from her point of view. We know that Reginald manipulated her just like the Handler manipulated Five, but, again, the way it’s portrayed makes it seem like Allison was involved in making these decisions.

Even so, you can clearly understand where she’s coming from. To me, Allison had the most realistic reaction to finding out that the world is ending. While most of the others are content with living the rest of the time they have together to the fullest, Allison just can’t bring herself to. Even when they think that they’ve found a solution to containing the Kugelblitz, Allison’s not celebrating. How can she? Sure, the world is saved, but she’s still alone.

Even at her worst, Allison still has so much kindness and humanity left in her. When Luther gets killed and Sloane is mourning him, Allison never invalidates her feelings. She never accuses her of grieving someone she’s only known for a few days. When Reginald tells the rest to step on the sigils and Allison sees that she’s draining the life out of them, she immediately tells him that this wasn’t part of the plan. If Allison truly didn’t care about her siblings, she would have let Reginald carry on with his plan. This was the only way to get her husband and daughter back. But still, she stops him.

The season ends with her back in her LA home. She not only gets her daughter back, but she gets her husband back as well. She achieved everything she’d been fighting for throughout the whole season. She finally gets her happy ending…or does she?

Now, Allison has to grapple with all the decisions she made to get to this point. She has to come to terms with the person she is now, and she has to figure out how to move forward from there. She has to see if this is truly everything she wanted and decide what to do next.

All in all, Allison is a deeply fascinating character. To me, she’s the single most interesting character on the show. And I’m so ready to see what direction the writers take her in during S4. Her grief made her into this version of herself that she always wanted to steer away from. It’s ugly and horrible but there’s something so human about it. Everything about Allison feels so real and I love her.

#luna talks #long post #allison hargreeves #neverrrr underestimate my love for her lmao #i’m just so Tired #tua #the umbrella academy #tua allison #just for the record #i’m not defending her actions and i don’t hate any of the other siblings #i just think she deserves better

[eternalsawake]

f. hargreeves oneshot

rating: mature - for cussing and sexual innuendos

prompt: “please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” “why don’t you come over here and make me?” credits to @malabu ‘s enemies to lovers prompts

a/n: five is 19 physically but 30 mentally, as well as reader. reader is also gn (:

never again will you go on a trip with klaus and five. klaus had claimed it was a nice trip to pennsylvania, but you knew that dick had other plans in mind. you were already on edge because five tagged along, but finding out the trip was for klaus’ journey to find his mother and the two village idiots who were his emotional support dogs on this trip really pissed you off.

“are you shitting ME KLAUS?” you bark from the backseat.

“okay LOOK i knew you wouldn’t come if i told you why!”

“i’m supposed to be RETIRED YOU ASSHOLE.” five chimes in, his yell actually hurting your ears. “CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP I CAN’T HEAR CAUSE OF YOUR YELLING!” you scream in fives ear.

“WHAT I CAN’T HEAR YOU?!” he taunts back, a completely stupid grin forming on his face.

god you wanted to punch it. his gut renching, horrifyingly good looking face. you and five..were definitely a pair. the hargreeves siblings knew your relationship quite well. they expected the two of you to get along considering you both were stuck in your younger selves. and god were they so wrong. nonstop banter and mini fights is all that ever flew out of your mouths. you two had never had a genuine conversation. in all seriousness, you couldn’t help but look at five in a different light. the amount of trauma he carried on his shoulders made you feel..different. when you two weren’t bickering, he seemed quite nice at times. especially around his siblings, and you wanted that slight kindness given to you.

five notices a sign in the distance, for the largest ball of twine. his body is sent foward, grabbing the wheel from klaus’ grasp. the car swerved sharply to turn down the path.

“five you’re actually an asshat”

“and you’re just a pussy.” he retorts, “aw, can you not handle a slightly harsh turn?”

“like you can get any pussy.” you reply, your voice seeping in venom. you chuckle at your remark, but your laugh grows louder seeing klaus’ reaction in the mirror. the man was flabbergasted, and five was fuming, like corny smoke coming out of his ears fuming.

“fuck you.” he says, rolling his eyes.

“you would.” you reply.

“i’d rather cut off my-.”

“CHILDREN CHILDREN PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP!” klaus interrupts, pointing at the large ball of twine. the three of you exit the car, and examine the ball.

“y’know, i’d thought it be bigger.”

“me too.”

“same.”

the three of your laugh quietly. klaus makes a 180° turn back to the car. you follow along, but are stopped in your tracks by a hand on your shoulder. it’s..five? you turn to face the man. his hands are in his pockets and his weight is shifting from side to side. is he nervous?

“what?” you ask.

“so about what you said back there.” he replies, that shit eating grin forms on his face once more.

“what about it?”

“we’re you joking?” he questions, his gaze not being able to meet yours.

“five, of course i was joking, why would i be serious? isn’t this what we do? get into fights and banter back and forth?”

“yeah, i was just curious.”

he pauses for a moment, recollecting his thoughts. “i hate you.” he spits out.

“please, for the love of god, shut up for once.” you joke, a slight laugh escaping your lips.

“why don’t you come over here and make me?” he replies, locking his green eyes onto yours.

is he actually being serious? does he truly feel this way? is this some kind of joke? you try to search in his eyes for mischief, some sort of evil, anything. yet his eyes gleam with genuine intention. your feet move on their own, your brain not even in control at this point.

his hands cup your face as your lips crash onto his. his hold was gentle, but firm, as if he was scared you would blow away in the wind if he loosened his grip. he tasted like scotch, with a hint of pure, black coffee. his hands found your waist, pulling your body against his. the sudden action caused your hands to slightly pull his hair, but not enough to hurt. passion, love, and maybe a slight bit of lust filled the air around you two.

if it weren’t for a need to breathe, you both wouldn’t have pulled away. yet, something always has to intervene.

“didn’t know you could do that old man.” you chuckle. five’s finger grazes over your kiss swollen lips.

“if i remember right, you’re older than i am.” he responds, a love drunken grin on his face.

“CMON SHITBIRDS WE HAVE PLACES TO BE! PRONTO PRONTO.” klaus yells from the car. his clapping hands signal he’s getting a wee bit pissed. you grab fives arm, pulling him in the direction of the car. as he stumbles forward, you plant a single kiss on his lips, a small smile forming on your face. he continues the kiss, allowing it to linger for a few more seconds.

“god i hate couples.” klaus says.

a/n: i didn’t proofread this BUT I HOPE U ENJOY 🤭🤭

#tua season three #the umbrella academy #tua #tua season 3 #five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves is a little shit #the umbrella academy season 3 #x reader #prompts #gender neutral fanfic #umbrella academy

[xbarrjallenx]

Dancing At A Funeral

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral!Reader Summary: (Y/N) reminisced some of their memories with Ben during his funeral. Requested: Yes / No Word count: 2.592 Posted: 23.06.2022 Warning(s): Ben’s death, fluff, grief, mentions of blood, season two spoilers, unedited imagine Song inspiration: Good Grief - Bastille A/N: I wrote this imagine way back in 2020, after finishing Season 2, so it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and just posting it to celebrate Season 3. Yay! It’s too long, I know, but I hope you still like it. Also, should I keep this with Vanya or should I change to Viktor now? The happening dates back to Season 1, so I am not sure. Feedbacks are always appreciated, because my writing is very rusty. Help your girl to improve, please! Also, English is not my first language, so mistakes can be found. I’m sorry and thank you! - G. x Take note: (Y/N) and the Hargreeves siblings were twenty-one years old during the funeral. 

It was one gloomy afternoon for six loving young adults: five of them were his extraordinary siblings and the remaining one was you, his beloved best friend.

The group was still shaken up for the heartbreaking news, but all of you managed to suppress the overflowing emotions by putting up your best poker face whilst you formed two neat semi-circles on both sides of his snow-covered casket.

“Why don’t you ever talk to your siblings about your feelings? Look at you right now: messy and all over the place.” You questioned while you pulled him in a gentle and comforting embrace.

“Emotions aren’t welcomed nor appreciated in the Hargreeves’ household, (Y/N). We’re all messed up, my siblings are just stronger than me.” He calmly informed you, lingering the warmth and comfort that your body emitted.

Ben Hargreeves - the sweetest and the most caring person that you have ever met in your life. He was loyal and understanding, an extraordinary person, abilities and character-wise.

“(Y/N), is everything all right?” Vanya derailed your train of thoughts, noticing how fixated your eyes were on your best friend’s picture - he seemed so happy and light-hearted.

“Yes. Thank you, Vanya!” You forcefully smiled, glancing at her with your slightly watery eyes. You were glad that she was still concerned about you, even though you barely saw her when Ben was still alive.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings gave you a solace stare soon after, silently letting you know that they had your back at all times. It was a cold and snowy day, but their kindness and sympathy were enough to warm your body and your miserable heart.

“Kudos to you for staying strong, (Y/N)!” Klaus proudly exclaimed, slightly making you smile for his kind remarks.

Klaus. Klaus was the most supportive Hargreeves ever. He was the contrary of Ben, who was introvert, silent and shy. Klaus was rather extrovert, dorky and talkative. In fact, when the former wasn’t in the mood of talking, he was more of a listener, the latter was your companion on sputtering nonsense.

You were very grateful of them, Ben and Klaus were surely the reason that you have met each other, that you have become friends.

“Hey, dear!” A boy about your age startled you as he approached you whilst you bit on you calorie bomb pastry. “I’m so sorry to scare you, but I want to inform you that you have a stalker over there.” He pointed a booth with six twelve year olds, wearing immaculate and familiar uniforms: The Umbrella Academy.

They were famous. Well, the daily news were always full of them, so it was impossible to not acknowledge them.

“Excuse me?” You confusedly corrugated your forehead as you put your dessert back on its plate. “Aren’t you part of that group?”

He hummed and nodded. “Yes, but do you see that little kid there: shiny jet black hair, cute almond eyes, so handsome?” He moved his hands as he sincerely described the boy. “He’s my brother and he’s been admiring you since we came in.”

“That’s creepy, but he’s cute.” You chuckled as you waved your hands towards the children’s direction and the concerned boy covered his face with his both hands out of embarrassment, watching you and his brother through his fingers.

That moment was the beginning of your friendship with the Hargreeves siblings and, as they snuck out of their house almost every night to meet you at Griddy’s Doughnuts, you slowly learnt everything about them: from how their superpowers functioned to how dysfunctional their family was.

Although you got along very well with all of them, it was needless to say that your relationship with Ben, Klaus and Vanya were stronger. They were the most vulnerable ones in the Academy and they were never afraid to open up to you.

The friendship was amazing and it quickly grew, but, as the years went by, you also started falling apart - less siblings came to your daily meet ups, until Ben and Klaus were the only ones left. It didn’t mean that you hated the other siblings, though, you were still very fond of them, you were just not as close as before.

“Your bed is so soft!” Klaus exhaustedly commented as he messily plopped himself on your bed. The three of you decided to change your location since the pastries at Griddy’s Doughnuts started making you feel nauseous. You surely have tasted everything in that diner!

“Bookworm!” Ben shrieked at the sight of your huge book collection - it was his comfort object, mostly after using his powers during a mission.

Your friendship was not rocket science at all: they found their comfort person and they were grateful to have you. You were their only best friend and they perfectly knew that they could count on you, and vice versa. They were your safe haven, the ones who kept you safe and warm, and you were their pole star, the one who guided them when they were feeling lost or overwhelmed of their powers and Dad’s rules.

The two teenagers enjoyed visiting you almost every night, sometimes both of them would knock on your window, most times it would just be Ben, but never only Klaus, until one day, that very specific day.

“(Y/N)!” A trembling Klaus entered your window, despair and sorrow behind his voice. “(Y/N)!”

He was shaken up and felt uneasy. You were almost sure that something bad has happened in the Academy. “Klaus, breathe. Settle down and we’ll talk about it.”

You gave him your water bottle, letting him catch his breath. “(Y/N).”

“Klaus, take your time.” You gently announced, calming him down as you rubbed his back. What could have possibly happened? Nothing really bad, you hoped.

You both remained in silence for a little while - Klaus defeated his breathlessness and you watched him as he halted his emotions from spilling.

“Are you ready?” You carefully asked, getting the empty water bottle from Klaus’ hand. He just nodded in response. “All right, slowly and calmly.”

He started trembling once again and you continued rubbing his back, letting him know that he was not alone. He hardly swallowed as he gathered his courage to tell you everything.

You started panicking by seeing his actions, but you were the fortress between the two of you, you couldn’t break nor fall. Not right now.

“Something in the mission went wrong,” He sadly started, staring straightly in your eyes. “and Ben is gone.”

A big lump in your throat suddenly formed and it was very hard to swallow. Your shoulders fell down like teardrops, salted water started streaming down your face and your world fell apart.

Your hand and knees started to shake, not knowing how to take the news in. “It’s not a good joke, Klaus. You are lying!” You blurted out, eyes started to sting badly.

Ben meant so much to you and he perfectly knew it. He couldn’t just come over and joke about Ben’s life, it was illegal.

“(Y/N), honey.” Klaus engulfed you in a comforting hug, calming you down as you started to messily sob against the crook of his neck. You were hurt and your chest was so tight, heart breaking in small smithereens - he was now the one who needed to stay strong, for the both of you. “Yes, I know, I know. Just let it out, don’t be afraid.”

Well, so much for being the fortress. You felt that you weren’t strong, not at all - the enemy has attacked you one time and you quickly fell, you quickly broke. Ben and Klaus were the ones who gave you strength, but one of them brought all of it with him, in his grave.

“(Y/N),” A deep voice quickly shooed your thoughts away: Sir Reginald Hargreeves. “would you like to say a few words?”

You were so busy in reminiscing that you didn’t notice Reginald, Grace and Pogo arriving. Those memories with Ben made you happy, but a huge horde of sadness washed you away once the old man brought you back to reality: Ben was still dead.

Reginald Hargreeves never liked you and it was strange that he didn’t throw a fit as soon as he saw you in one of his kids’ funeral - perhaps it was out of respect for Ben. He has always reputed you as a bad influence to his children, mostly to Ben, but the teenagers stood up for you uncountable times, breaking the rules just to see you and Ben happy and smiling.

“No, Sir Hargreeves. Thank you!” Your voice broke in the middle of the short sentence and the siblings hastily gave you a comforting look, nonetheless their distressed faces. They hated seeing you suffer, just as much as you all hated Reginald and that meant a really lot.

The old man nodded in response and, as soon as he started walking back inside his mansion, Grace and Pogo following soon after, the sobbing of the Academy members intensified, pouring their hearts out whilst tears uncontrollably streamed down their faces.

“It’s nobody’s fault!” Vanya strongly pointed out, trying to make her siblings feel better after the eulogy that you have just missed.

“How would you know, Vanya? You weren’t even on the mission.” Diego sputtered and your heart ached at Vanya’s failed attempt of consoling her siblings.

Vanya softly gasped, tightly holding her black umbrella before leaving the courtyard. She must have felt left out, again.

“Nice going, asshole!” Luther fiercely spat, defending Vanya - a thing that Ben usually did.

You faced the remaining siblings and they started arguing between them again, sending you back to remembering your memories of Ben, of how he would run to your house to avoid his siblings’ futile fight.

“Hey, can I stay for a little while with you?” He shyly asked, hoping you wouldn’t turn his request down.

“Are your siblings fighting again?” You empathically questioned him, putting down the book that you were reading on your desk.

“Unfortunately.” His shoulders dropped down, sadly looking in your eyes. It hurt him to see his siblings argue over everything.

You smiled at him and put a vinyl record on your player, Stand By Me, sung by Ben E. King, starting. “I dedicate this song to you, Benerino!”

He quickly smiled and hummed to the song, both of you proudly singing when the chorus would come.

“Thank you.” He quietly murmured in your ear after you pulled him into a heartwarming hug.

You missed him. You missed him so damn much.

“(Y/N),” Klaus softly called you, thread of thoughts cut once again. “shall we dance?”

You raised an eyebrow and the waterworks turned on once again: Vanya was playing Stand By Me with her violin and Klaus remembered how Ben would ask you to dance whenever his favourite song played.

“Gladly!” You grabbed Klaus’ hand, letting go of your umbrella, snow flakes quickly resting on your head and shoulders.

You and Klaus slowly danced around Ben’s coffin. It seemed like you two were celebrating that the Horror was gone, but you were just cherishing the memories you shared with his beloved brother.

“Dad’s not around anymore, you can let your tears fall freely.” Klaus reminded you, knowing how much you were trying to contain your emotions.

“I just miss him, Klaus,” You truthfully admitted. “I miss him so much.”

Klaus’ glance shifted from you to something behind you, but he still listened to your confession. “I am sure that he misses you, too.”

When the song finished, you asked the boy to leave you for a little while, wanting to talk to the unanimated Ben for a few minutes. He gladly respected you decision and he went towards the gazebo, eyes fixated on you, or maybe on the empty spot next to you. Your eyes were blurry because of the tears, so you couldn’t really figure it out.

“Hey, Benerino!” You sweetly chuckled as you caressed the photo on his casket, snow slowly melting because of your hand’s warmth. “You’re gone too soon, but I hope you feel better wherever you are right now, albeit I still think that it’s just unfair. What’s going to be left of the world, if you’re not in it, huh?”

The thought of not growing old with him destroyed you. You were perfect for each other, you had loads of amazing things with him, and you wished you had Klaus’ powers to conjure Ben up. You wanted to see him again.

“You’ll be now missing from the photographs in the mansion. You gave me another reason to stop coming in this hellhole.” You softly laughed.

God, how much you missed hearing his laugh after your horrible jokes and puns.

“I’ve always told you to take care, Hargreeves.” You frowned. “We’d be on my bed right now, laughing and cuddling to battle the cold whilst Klaus intoxicated us with his messily rolled joint.”

You hated it when Klaus was drugged, but it was the anaesthesia to his awful life.

“Ben, I am so sorry if I never had the courage to tell you this, but I love you so much. I love you more than anything in my life and it just hurts because you would never know anything about it and I would never know what you think about it.” You messily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)!” A Ben Hargreeves covered in dried blood approached you as soon as he entered your window. Your eyes nearly popped out of their orbit at the sight of him and you rushed towards his direction, wanting to engulf him in a huge bear-hug. “Don’t!”

You feigned offence and raised an eyebrow. “All right, but, at least, tell me that none of it is yours.”

He quietly chuckled, softly shaking his head. “Don’t you worry about it.”

“Well, thank goodness!” You sighed in relief. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He refused at first, but he caved in soon after. He came up to the terms that he couldn’t hug you if he was covered in blood and vice versa.

“You know, I’m the one with superpowers here, but you are way more powerful than me.” He confessed as you both plopped yourselves on your bed.

“How could you even say that, dummy?” You wondered, looking at his perfect face.

His face turned serious. “You perfectly know how I feel about myself after a mission, after killing people,” Absolutely! He would be disgusted to the point of despising his powers and existence. “but just with the sight of your gleeful smile, I already feel better and stronger.”

Ben was able to make you smile widely, thinking that he was very sweet to say those words. Little did you know he has just  professed the feelings he had for you.

“Thank you so much for these nine years of friendship, Ben.” You shortly nodded. “You have been an awesome best friend.”

As soon as you finished, you called Klaus. He was looking on the spot next to you and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Are you fine, Klaus?” You gently checked on the Séance, worrying about his sanity. “Are ghosts bothering you again?”

“Please don’t forget him.” He blurted out, ignoring your questions. Was Ben around you? Did he conjure him?

You shook your head to stop yourself from being delusional and answered Klaus. “How can I forget him? Every minute and every hour, I miss him, I miss him more.”

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Bad Things (Five Hargreeves/Reader)

~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.

(Chapters 5, 6, and 7)

-If you need to read this from the beginning hit the links below.

Link to Summary and Chapter 1 and 2

Link to Chapter 3

Link to Chapter 4

Warnings and tags: Mental disintegration, psychological trauma, effects of isolation, masturbation, non-consensual voyeurism, explicit sexual content, bondage, POV altering, touch starved, obsessive behavior, inanimate object love, and many other sexually deviant themes all mixed with a lovely twist that you will hopefully enjoy...

-this post is longer than the others. It is chapters 5-7 and this will complete this story as it is currently written. Thank you so much for reading this and for your support.

Chapter Five: Elastic Heart

(There will be a page break to make this more palatable and there will be a red page break added in chapter 4 to show the one P0V change near the end)

As Five cleans up his bathroom, he can only imagine what the girl is thinking right now, or why she did what she did and then let him go. She had no reason to want to help him. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t wrap his head around it or the fact that he’s scrubbing an astonishing amount of his own ejaculation off the sink, the counter, the faucet, and even the front of the cabinets. Even after seeing the evidence, Five still doesn’t remember abusing himself or his bathroom in such an embarrassingly demented way.

Hearing his front door click closed, Five instantly comes out with his dustpan full of broken glass in one hand, the broom in the other.

“What’d she say?” he anxiously asks, his pinched expression giving away his distress just as much as his clipped words.

Klaus comes in further and slowly sits down on the edge of Five’s bed, folding his hands in his lap as he glances at the ropes still tied to the wooden frame. His head shakes back and forth as he looks at Five, but not because he means it in a critical way. Other than a few well-deserved jaw drops as Five told him what happened, Klaus has been very understanding.

“She didn’t say anything. She wasn’t there.”

“Are you sure?” Five asks, clearly not accepting this answer.

“Well, no. I am not sure, but she didn’t answer her buzzer so she might not be there or she’s just choosing not to answer, which she has every right to do.”

Five doesn’t say anything, he just stands there, hands full, eyes darting around as he thinks.

“Someone needs to make sure she’s okay,” Five abruptly declares after a moment or two of silence.

“I know,” Klaus agrees. “But that person maybe shouldn’t be me, and it definitely shouldn’t be you. I can honestly say after what you said happened, I am also worried about her. The truth is though, she doesn’t really know you or me. I am not really surprised if she doesn’t want anything to do with this now that it’s over.”

Five knows that’s true but he looks miserable hearing it anyway.

“She may not have gone home,” Klaus adds. “You don’t know her phone number, and if she’s not going to answer the door, then this is all we can do. I am sorry. I left her a note with my number, but maybe it’s for the best to leave her be, you know…” Klaus rubs his hands together. He knows this is not the answer Five wants. “She’s probably just sleeping. You said she normally doesn’t get home from work till well after three am. On any other day, this would be when she'd be asleep, so that’s probably what she’s doing.”

“Klaus, after what I did to her, I doubt she went home and fell asleep. She’s probably scared out of her mind. She may have seemed in control and knew what she was doing, but I know what I saw and she’s not okay. She’s probably holed up over there, with my gun in her hands, just waiting for me to try to do something to her that's even more crazy than the shit I already did!”

“Sounds to me that she knew exactly what she was doing and why. She may have wanted to frighten you, but mostly she wanted to help you. If things went farther than you think she intended, then I am sure this chick is feeling a little messed up and confused about that, but she also clearly saw that despite what you did, you were worth trying to save. I think she took your gun so you didn’t do something bad to yourself, not because she thought you were going to come after her. She made it plenty clear she wasn’t scared of you when she rode you like a pony, humpity-hump dry fuck style, or when she let you go free. She also evidently didn’t call the cops and she isn’t going to if that’s what you are worried about.”

“I am worried about her, not me!” Five tries doing his deep breaths to calm down but it doesn’t help. “She is hurt, and I did that to her!” Five spats at his brother even though he’s not mad at him.

Klaus remains calmly unfazed. “She may have been upset when she left but what can we do?”

Not knowing how to reply to that, Five walks over to his kitchen, and dumps what’s left of his bathroom mirror in the garbage. Putting his cleaning stuff away, he slams the cabinet door too hard.

“Hey, just try to relax. Why don’t you just take a shower, get cleaned up and let’s get out of here? We can get some food. You can come back and rest, and if you feel like it, when you wake up, we can talk or yell about anything you want all night. We will have a nice brotherly sleep over with popcorn and…” Klaus glances around Five’s small apartment. “We won’t be able to watch romcoms, and that’s because you are a super big nerd who doesn’t’ have TV, but we can wrestle, and tickle fight, and make mystery potions out of your huge supply of fast-food seasoning packets and then we can dare each other to drink them. It will be great!”

The more Klaus says, the further Five’s brows draw together like he can’t fathom where his brother gets these bizarre ideas.

“Even if I had a TV, I would not watch romantic comedies, and we do not need to have a sleepover.”

“Okay. Maybe you’re more of a horror, Bates Motel, put the lotion in the basket, chainsaws, and skin suits kind of guy. I get that, and it totally makes sense all things considered, but it’s long overdue for us to have some bonding time. That giant ball of twine thing was great, but I know we can do way better than that.”

Now Five’s jaw is really working as he stands there leering at Klaus. “I know that I am horrible but are you seriously comparing me to Norman Bates, Buffalo Bill, and Leatherface?”

Klaus cocks his head, smiling innocently. “I’m just joking, bro. Of course, I don’t think you are the creepy Ed Gein, making lamps out of body parts kind of psycho. You’re the charming, get forcefully genetically altered, and manipulated into murdering for the time police, obsess and jerk it over your cute neighbor, and accidentally abduct her and then seduce her with your adorable broken-hearted handsomeness, kind of everyday lunatic.”

“That is not what happened.”

“Well, it kind of sounds like it to me.”

“I didn’t seduce her, I mean.”

Klaus just shrugs as he keeps smiling at Five. “Yeah, it sounds like you did. Chicks don’t just frot up on your hot rod to help you get off for no reason. By the sounds of it, she had already put you in your place at that point, and doing that, and getting as into it as much you did means it was something else entirely.”

Five stops fidgeting with his cuffs long enough to point an angry finger at his chest. “It means that she took pity on me because I am just that appallingly pitiful.”

Klaus leans forward, his hands palm out in a calming gesture. “Five, no. It doesn’t mean that. Not from the way you said it happened. She did that of her own free will, and if she’s not okay with it, there is nothing we can do about it.”

Five throws his hands back through his tangled hair as he begins to pace. “I know I can’t do shit about it. I can’t do anything right! Ever!”

Seeing that his brother isn’t taking this well, Klaus takes a different approach.

“That is also not true. You are being too hard on yourself.”

“Sure,” Five animatedly barks as he flails his arms around before stopping to stare at the girl’s empty dish sitting on top of his books.”

Klaus’s eyes follow Five’s as he says, “Look at this way. Several very good things came out of what happened, but the most important is that you are willing to get help. My buddy John is all set up to meet with you on Monday and we just need to get through till then. I need to know that you are okay, and I don’t want to leave until I know you’ve had the chance to talk with someone better than me about all this.”

With a heavy sigh, Five picks up the dirty plate and looks up at his brother who is cautiously watching him still like he’s a bomb about to explode.

“Klaus, I am not going to run, and I am doing anything reckless. I already did that. I know I am beyond fucking nuts, but I get that loud and clear now. There is seriously very little left that I can do at this point that would be worse than what I have already done.”

Five can’t help it when his attention goes back to his window as he tries again to see signs of life next door but he gets nothing other than the dark behind her curtains.

“I appreciate the offer, but you can go. I will be fine. No skin suit making or anything else weird going on over here from now on,” Five distractedly promises.

“I know you will be fine. You can get through anything, but I am not leaving you to do it alone this time, not unless you make me. But be prepared if you want to have a tussle about it, I am not as wimpy as I look. I am not going down easy and I am not holding back when I unleash the biggest can of whoop ass you’ve ever seen.”

Five looks back, his mouth drawn in a hardline before he speaks. “Klaus, I know that if you set your mind to it, you can be quite the force to reckon with, but as much as you are irritating me, and how fun it would be to make you eat your words, I am not fighting with you. So, stop asking for it with all this Normal Bates comparison shit. Just get it through that big curly-haired head of yours, I don’t need a babysitter. I won’t do anything bad.”

Five glances out the window again.

Klaus leans back on Five’s bed, stretching his long legs out as he makes himself more comfortable. “I know you won’t do anything when it comes to her other than sit over here and worry and feel awful, but last night you proved that you do need a babysitter till you talk to someone professional. It’s not good to sit here alone and wallow in your dark thoughts and I know you are having them and can’t help it.”

Five silently concedes to that one, again, his eyes moving to the windows like he’s drawn to them like a magnet.

“You can’t keep looking over there, man. No matter what your intentions are, it’s not healthy. That’s how all this started. We can go stay at my friend’s place if that would help. I know he won’t mind another good-looking Hargreeves hanging around.”

“I know I can’t keep doing this, but there’s no way I am going to your fuck friend’s place with you. That is not a long-term option. I should just move and what is in my brain that makes me this way is permeant, no professional can change what I have become. This is all a waste of your time. You should just run and don't look back. I am a monster, but I swear I won't hurt anyone else. I just won't leave the house any more,” Five mumbles as he clears the small distance between him and the kitchen.

He drops the plate in his sink then moves to the window, abruptly throwing the blinds down. The move blocks out all natural light other than the bright beams shooting in from the edges of the brittle vinyl pull downs.

“Uh-oh!” Klaus laughs as he swiftly throws himself out of Five’s bed and starts staggering towards him in the dark, arms stretched like he’s blind.

“What the hell are you doing?” Five questions as he watches his brother coming for him.

“I am scared of the dark, remember,” Klaus giggles. “And, hiding in your house or moving are options, but they won’t help silence the lambs unless you deal with them.” Klaus trips over Five’s dress shoes but isn’t deterred as he lunges for him. “Help, Fivey! I can hear them crying! Hold me and we can make them stop together!”

Five dodges Klaus’s ambush, flipping on the switch to the corroded brass chandelier above his table. In the yellow light beaming down on him in his exceptionally disheveled state with his vest still hanging open and the rest of his expensive dress clothes bloodied and rumbled, Five looks every bit the part of the psycho.

He purposefully cocks his chin at Klaus as the corners of his mouth turn up in a very menacing looking smile.

“Be careful, Clarice,” he smoothly warns. Klaus’s big blue eyes grow even wider as Five slowly steps closer. “They once sent a census taker to my door, and he dared to test me just like you are doing, so I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”

Klaus bursts out laughing. “Do you have some fava beans and chianti? We can totally add that to our sleepover snacks. You can have the beans and I’ll have all the chianti since you are never ever drinking again. And just for fun I’ll even tie you to your bed and force feed you if you really want to get freaky like you like!”

Five glares at him. “You are really going to make me regret telling you everything she did to me, aren’t you.”

“Hey, you are the intelligent psycho Hannibal Lecter kind of guy minus the cannibalism, and having these delightful tie downs all ready to go are too fun to waste. You obviously like being dominated, and I am more than willing to tie you up and take advantage of you by sticking straws up your nose, and putting makeup on you so you look even more cute when you’re screaming at me to let you go.”

“No thanks, I think I’m good with just the simple brotherly popcorn picnic and sauce packet challenge. No tie down domination needed. My unintended captive proved to be an extremely competent master of mind and body fucks, so I think I got that out of my system for a little while.”

“See,” Klaus says with a boisterous laugh as he comes over to Five and puts an arm around his shoulder. “You are capable of being funny. I told Diego you were. Now, go wash off your wickedly debauched and somewhat less virginal dickie pickle. I am not running from you, you scary little bastard, and you are stuck with me till Monday. I am not taking no for an answer, so off with you boy!” Klaus theatrically commands while giving Five a swift slap on the ass.

To add to Klaus’s amusement, instead of getting mad about it, Five obediently takes off to the bathroom without any of his normal back talk.

Hearing the sound of the shower, Klaus flops down on Five’s bed chuckling. “Submissive little Fivey…. Who knew?”

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After showering, Five comes out with a towel around his waist, yanks open a dresser drawer pulling out whatever is on top.

“Holy shit,” Klaus gasps as he sets down Five’s book on theoretical physics that he had been looking at upside down. “I had no idea you had any non-dress clothes. You look really nice in casual gear.”

“No, I don’t,” Five says, then sits down on his bed next to him wearing black sweats and a matching hoodie as he begins putting on a very normal looking pair of black running shoes.

“Sure, you do,” Klaus pauses, then smirks, “you look like any other super hungover young dude that just rolled out of bed mid-day on a Saturday.”

“Great,” Five dryly responds, eyeing him from under the fringe of damp hair hanging over his face.

“You want to try that breakfast place I was telling you about? I have like-” Klaus begins digging around in the front of his stretch pants because he has no pockets. “Oh yeah,” he laughs as he readjusts is dick, “I blew my wad and most of my funds last night clubbing. I have like ten dollars, but I’ll buy you a donut or two and another coffee?”

“I think having zero social life and living in a shit hole affords me enough extra cash to buy you breakfast,” Five says, standing up to show Klaus he is ready to go. Five offers his hand. “Come on, I owe you, but I also need to ask you to help me with something else other than making sure I don’t go off the deep end all alone over here in my fucked-up fantasy world of fake relationships.”

Klaus reaches for Five but when he does Five pulls away and smirks.

“You little shit heel,” Klaus laughs.

“Yup,” Five agrees as Klaus quickly rolls himself out of bed.

“What do you need help with?”

Five suddenly looks down at the floor, his face looking resigned yet somehow also completely miserable, much like it did when Klaus got here.

“I know I have done some very dumb shit and I have no right to ask anything of you, but I don’t know if I can do this alone,” he quietly explains, all play gone again.

“Whatever you want, Five. I am all in, you know that.”

“I know, but you shouldn’t be,” Five replies, followed by a deep breath and a light mist to his eyes.

Five tries to push aside the overwhelming sorrow that has been threatening to take him down all morning, but he can’t even begin to at this point. He looks back up, determinedly meeting his brother’s even more concerned eyes, hating that he’s the reason Klaus looks this way when he’s much older and he should be taking care of him, not the other way around.

Five lets out another heavy breath, pulling his hands from his pockets and bringing them down to his sides for a second before he anxiously changes his mind and shoves them back inside his pants pockets, hiding them away again.

“I need to bring Dolores back where she belongs.”

“Are you sure?” Klaus asks, searching Five’s face even though right now it’s turned towards his mannequin. Even if Five doesn’t want to give her up, Klaus knows that his mind is giving him no other choice but to see that she finally left him, and even sadder, from the way Five sees it, it’s not on good terms.

“It’s time, and it probably was long before this only I was too fucked up to see it,” Five insists though he sounds anything but sure. “I just don’t know if I can get her there and inside without your help.”

Five tries to smile when he looks back at Klaus but the skewed look of it only makes his brother know just how extreme his pain is.

“I am here for whatever you want, little bro. We got this,” he assures.

“Yeah, well… Being unable to teleport is a real bitch when it comes to breaking and entering, so it’s going to have to be done while they are open. I figured you could help me come up with something interesting to get her inside without me getting myself arrested and having my pathetic face getting plastered all over the local news with the caption, world’s biggest pervert, busted for stealing and then bringing back his fuck mannequin.”

“Five, you are an adorably committed perv, but you are not pathetic, and Dolores was much more than that to you and we all know it and we understand why. I am so sorry this is happening to you, man.”

“I know you tolerate my delusions, and I really appreciate it.” Five’s eyes gloss over even more. “She’s gone, and I-” Five can’t even finish, his chin lowers again.

When Klaus moves to give him a hug, Five reactively tenses up and starts to back away, but as his brother’s arms wrap around him anyway and the façade of self-control that he has been trying so hard to hold together this morning completely crumbles.

“I hate this. I don’t know how you can forgive me, but thank you for not hating me.” Five’s entire body shudders as his head falls weakly against Klaus’s shoulder.

“Five, you are so unbelievably smart, but you are also so stupid for thinking that I or any one of our fucked-up siblings could ever hate you. We are all really dumb and act like self-self-centered jerks most of the time, but I love you and they do too. Whatever you need, I am here. I am so sorry I wasn’t here for you sooner,” Klaus soothes, rubbing Five’s back, not letting him go even though he tries to pull away from him again.

“It’s not your fault. It’s all mine,” Five shakily breathes as he lets himself drop into his brother, partly because he wants to, and partly because Klaus isn’t giving him a choice to do otherwise.

“Not true. We all screwed up big time, buddy. None of this crazy shit is your fault. You have to stop thinking that. You messed up when it came to this chick, but you are not broken, and you are not bad. It’s not too late to make this right. We can fix this. You deserve a chance at happiness, and I promise we aren’t stopping till you find it.”

“I love you so much,” Five quietly sobs with his own trembling hand on Klaus’s arm that's clinging to him, holding him up.

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Klaus makes good on his promise not to leave Five, and by Sunday night, they have their stolen mall maintenance uniforms on and are walking down the street with garbage bags slung over their shoulders.

“I am so glad we are getting to hang out so much,” Klaus cheerfully exclaims as he prances along the sidewalk sipping his smoothie.

Five glances at him. “Yeah, who knew it would be so fun lugging around pieces of my plastic girlfriend while we are dressed like the Mario brothers.”  

“Hey, man! We do look like Mario and Luigi! But...they were plumbers. We are janitors. That’s way cooler,” Klaus corrects.

Five smirks. “I hate to inform you, but you have that mixed up. Plumbers are much higher ranked on the ladder of shit related duties. Janitors are pretty much as low as you can go.”

“I think you are wrong, but we can pretend to be plumbers and then this cool adventure can sort of make up for Dad never giving in and buying us a Nintendo. It is like we are about to storm King Kuppa’s castle and save the princess, only the opposite, because we are returning your lovely peaches Dolores.”

Trying to understand how his brother thinks but coming up with nothing other than he secretly likes it even if it is nuts, Five slows his pace, stopping short of the back door that they already staked out the day prior on their way back from breakfast.

Using the extremely complicated old stick your foot in the door method, Five and Klaus easily slip inside after someone leaves. Seeing the coast is clear; they start making their way through the damp service corridor to the secondhand store where Five originally found Dolores back during the apocalypse, and then again because he fell into another living nightmare when he realized that he was so far gone that he couldn't live a normal life in a normal world.

Getting to the correct shop’s back entrance takes a while because they have no idea where they are going, but the brothers eventually find it. Unfortunately, the door is locked but they expected that.

Stepping a few feet away, Klaus looks at his drink. “You were lovely and delicious, but goodbye my love…”

Klaus’s smoothie hits the floor, splattering all over the cement and up the wall. He reaches into his bag and hands Five one of the two pink scrub brushes, and they set about their plan of making it look like they are cleaning up the gooey mess he just made.

“It would be cool if we had tails and we were flying around or shooting fireballs while we took out evil turtles, but this is nice too,” Klaus says as he starts bobbing his head around and he sings. “Mop mop mop, all day long. Mop mop mop while I sing my song.”

Five is glad his hair is obscuring his face because there’s no way he can hide his smile and because Klaus needs no more encouragement when it comes to turning everything into a goof fest.

After a minute or two, Klaus begins spraying Five with his squirt bottle filled with water, even getting him in ear several times.

“It’s really too bad I can’t kill you since you can’t still fart yourself back into existence a few minutes later.” Five does his best to sound mad, but when Klaus gets him again, he shakes from the small huffs of laughter he’s been trying to hold in.

“I am really enjoying watching you try and fail to resist my charms,” Klaus teases.

Just as he sprays Five again and gets him right in the face, the back door of the secondhand store opens, and a tired looking woman comes out the back, lugging a large bag of garbage. Klaus and Five quickly turn their faces to the floor again as they silently go about their janitorial duties, but the woman stops right behind them, dropping the garbage next to the two bags containing the disassembled parts of Dolores.

“Here you go boys. Make yourselves useful and take this one out with all that other smelly shit you got there.” After saying that, the woman stomps back to the store, flinging the door wide.

“Quick, catch it!” Five hisses even as Klaus makes a mad dash to stick his scrubby wand in just before the latch catches.

“And that is why I am the magnificent leader of this very important quest. I have all the mad sneaky skills,” Klaus proudly states, grinning at Five with a bow as he comes towards him with water still dripping down his face.

“You are also a total pest, you dipshit.”

“Love you to,” Klaus replies.

Lugging the love of his life on his back, Five rolls his eyes but does so while offering a small but very heartfelt smile as he slips past him inside the back room of the clothing store.

He and Klaus crouch down behind a set of tall shelves and quickly reassemble Dolores and set her straight in her favorite sequined outfit. Then, even though Klaus is right there watching him do it, Five folds himself around her for the briefest moment before softly kissing her lips one last time.

“I am so sorry it ended like this. You will always be my heart,” he quietly whispers, with his face pressed against hers as he brushes his fingers down her back.

Klaus suddenly yanks on the back of Five’s overhauls, because that bitchy woman with the garbage just came in the back room again.

To Five’s shock, when he turns around to take off after Klaus, he hears Dolores’s loving voice calling out to him in his mind, vowing that she will always love him too.

With fresh tears blurring his vision, Five and Klaus sprint down the cold smelly hallway that heads out to the garbage dumpsters where they came in, but he does so with a much less heavy heart than when he started the day.

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When Monday comes, though Five is understandably reluctant, he pushes past his anxiety and goes with Klaus to meet his therapist friend. As expected, it starts off rough, but just like Klaus promised him, Five quickly finds a willing and competent ear in the ex-soldier turned psychiatrist.

As the week goes on, Five visits the doctor and sets up regular scheduled appointments with him. He goes to work just like he always does and comes home at night to his small apartment. Five never opens his blinds but he never stops thinking about the girl and wondering if she is home and if she is okay.

Peeking out his window for even a second would be invading her privacy, and to Five, it would feel like he was violating her all over again, so he refuses to do it. Unable to stop himself, Five does glance up before entering his building, but he never sees her lights on, and her curtains never seem to change position from how she left them open that last night. By two weeks in, he becomes convinced that she moved out and he missed it while he was at work.

It makes him so angry that it came to this, but he can’t blame her for wanting to get as far away from him as possible. Since she is gone, Five stops searching for a different crap-hole apartment he can afford because there is no reason to anymore.

As Five’s therapy sessions continue, he opens himself up more and more about his long and varied catalog of traumas, but the topic of the girl and what he did to her doesn’t come up till week three. Like all the other unbelievable things Five has had to spill about his life, his doctor takes the news of his accidental voyeurism and extreme mental break in stride.

Five assures him that he has not partaken in that perverse behavior since that night, but hearing that it happened, and what this mysterious girl did to Five after it sets off a whole new list of treatment goals when it comes to the ones already prescribed as a part of his already long and extensive healing plan.

Adding to the daunting task of undoing his ingrained negative thought patterns and avoiding situations that might increase their chances, Five is given the added goal of finding new outlets to manage his arousal other than pleasuring himself privately.

With extreme embarrassment, Five tries to explain that he is fine with the way things are and why dating isn’t an option for him, but his psychiatrist wasn’t having it and tasks him with getting out socially and talking to women as a jumping off point. Five assures him that talking to women isn’t the problem, it's actually having them know who he really is, but that just gets the doctor enlisting Klaus to see to it that Five gets out and mingles.

This leads to Friday, exactly four weeks after Five took the girl.

Sitting jammed in tight with his legs getting repeatedly bonked by strangers, Five feels particularly annoyed with being forced to go out. Trying to ignore that he doesn’t want to be here, he picks up his tumbler and slowly nurses his club soda as he glances at his watch.

The entire night has been a list of humiliating fails as he attempted to strike up significant conversations with any woman that sits next to him long enough to not immediately grab their drink and move off to someone less unfriendly.

“What’s the problem with that one?” Klaus asks as he slides into the recently vacated seat that a tall busty redhead dressed in a gaudy tube top just got up from.

Five’s mouth pulls to the side as he swirls his bubbly water. “I guess she’s not interested in dickheads that don’t care to talk about her newly shellacked sparkly nails.”

Klaus frowns. “You have to play the game to get some game, man.”

“I don’t want that kind of game and she didn’t want mine.”

“You don’t know that because you don’t give anyone a chance to see how wonderful you really are. You don’t have to like any of these chicks enough to marry them. You just need to find them attractive enough to bring them home and show them some of your magical pickle tickle action. Like your Doc said at the meeting I got to sit in on last week, just like your murderous tendencies are really a part of you flexing your long-ingrained need for control because so often in life you have had none, he's also right in that you need to pop that old man cherry of yours to move past the idea that you're never going to be loved by anyone like that.”

“Please stop talking about my old man cherry and referring to my dick as a pickle.” Five pushes his drink away. “I am leaving,” he grumbles as he stands up.

“Hey, don’t give up. This is part of your process,” Klaus pushes. “You can’t move on if you don’t open yourself up to other people outside your comfort zone. I am very cool but hanging out with me and only me isn’t what your doctor meant by socializing.”

Diego comes up behind Five, aggressively messing up his perfectly coiffed hair. “Five, stop being a grumpy little shit.”

“You guys seriously need to fuck off!” Five snaps as he tries to straighten his dark head of hair back the way it was. “I am fine with my fancy new plastic toys and I also hangout with this other moron, so I’d say I vastly broadened my inner circle,” Five finishes, shouldering Diego out of his way while giving him one of his beaming saccharin smiles.

Before Klaus can stall Five, he gets pulled away by one of the guys that he had been dancing with before coming over.

Seeing that it’s his turn to rally around their brother, Diego steps up to the plate. “Five, I hate to break it to you, but that new flesh light Klaus got you doesn’t count as a girlfriend, or as mingling and that’s even if you like to talk to it really nice while you jerk off.”

“It counts as my girlfriend if I say it does,” Five disagrees.

“Really, dude? Is it really time to go home and eat your old man peanuts with a nightly bowl of butterscotch ice cream while you watch porn on your phone and whack it out in your tube socks?”

“It’s midnight,” Five informs him. “I have fulfilled my weekly social obligations.”

“Okay,” Diego laughs, “but there’s been a hot chick over on the other side of the bar eyeballing you for the last half hour. You maybe would have noticed if you weren’t so fixated on your ice cubes.”

“Whatever,” Five yells over the music, pushing past him.

“Really, I am not kidding. She was checking you out,” Diego insists but Five isn’t listening so he follows him, determined to find a way to make him stay or simple not go home alone and sulk. "Hey! If you really want to go, I'll come with you. We can go downtown, pick some fights, and you can help me figure out what this shit is going on down at dad's evil headquarters. It looks like he is adding more floors to his tower of doom. That asshole is up to something bad, I just know it."

All Diego gets for that idea is a loudly grumbled, "I don't care!"

As Five heads out through the rowdy crowd, Klaus comes running up blocking his path. Not watching because he’s looking back at the bar trying to find the girl he’s talking about, Diego runs right into Five’s back, dumping his drink down the back of his suit jacket.

Five turns around ready to flip out on Diego, but Klaus aggressively spins him back by the elbow before he can. “God damn you guys!” Five yells. “I hate coming out to these kinds of places and what’s even worse is when we get here, you two always seem to find every imaginable way to piss me off even more.”

“Five, I just saw her!” Klaus shrieks over the loud music as he excitedly pounces around, eyes darting around the club.

“Who?” Five asks, as he angrily shrugs off his wet coat.

“Ahhhh…” Klaus looks at Diego, thinking how to say this because even though he has been a part of pushing Five to go out and he knows about the therapy sessions, he doesn’t know that something bad happened that initially prompted it. “It was that one girl, you know the cute freaky one that used to be your neighbor…” he says, eyes deliberately bugging out.

Five spins around looking through the throngs of people, but he doesn’t see her.

He looks back at Klaus. “Are you sure?”

“Wait, what cute freaky neighbor?” Diego demands.

“It was her. She was wearing a pretty little dress with cherries printed all over it,” Klaus replies.

“The hot chick at the bar was wearing a dress like that,” Diego says, clearly pondering if this could be the same girl.

Spinning on his heel as he looks for her again, Five impatiently asks, “Which way did she go?” He can’t help cursing under his breath because he’s so frustrated that he didn’t see her, and she was right in front of him.

“She was over by the-"

Before Klaus can finish his thought, all three Hargreeves brothers stop dead in their search because the girl is prowling towards them in her red kitten heels.

She winks at Five. “Hello, sunshine. Looks like other than being a little wet and bored out of your mind, you seem to be doing much better than the last time I saw you. I am glad to see it,” she says, as she gazes up at Five’s very flushed, slack jawed face.

“Ahhh…Yeah?” he stammers, not sure what to say to that, and also clearly unable to grasp that the girl he thought hated him, and that he’d been worried about for weeks, is standing right in front of him willingly speaking to him, and she seems fond of calling him of all people the nickname sunshine.

“Mind walking me home if you are heading out? This city is so dangerous, especially our neighborhood. You know, with all those pervy weirdos living around there,” she laughs.

Five swallows several times. “You want me to walk you home?” he asks, thumb pointed at his chest in confusion.

“Yes.”

Still looking totally thrown he glances at Klaus for help but gets nothing, so he looks back to the girl. “I thought you moved.”

“No, why would you think that?

“Ah, well… Because you- Uhm….”  

Her smile gets bigger, and she comes just a little closer. “Have you been spying on me?”

“No!” Five squeaks and that makes the girl’s smile even brighter.

“I am teasing you. You look like you are about to have a heart attack. Please don’t,” she says, laughing at him.

Suddenly realizing how tense he must look, Five instantly tries to shake it off, but his awkward shifting and fidgeting only makes the girl giggle at him even more.

Five lets out a shaky breath, his doleful eyes glued to hers. “I thought you hated me.”

“No. I do not hate you. I have had a lot to think about since our last date, but hate is not something I feel about you or how that turned out.”

“Oh,” Five breaths relieved but confused still.

Her cool calculating eyes flick from Five’s to Klaus, her smile unwavering. “Hi, Klaus.”

“Hi,” Klaus giggles, unable to hold in his amusement over this very interesting exchange.

“You look so different without one-hundred straws stuck up your nose. I almost didn’t recognize you when I passed you a few minutes ago.”

Just as Diego is about to say something that’s probably going to be dumb and also make Five even more uncomfortable, Klaus throws his hand over his mouth. “We better get back to ah… Yeah.” He points to the dance floor, nodding at Five as he drags Diego along with him.

Diego twists Klaus' arm around to make him let go but it obviously doesn't hurt because Klaus just laughs about it. “Hold up. What’s she-"

“Nope,” Klaus snaps, slapping his hand back over Diego’s mouth, yanking him by his leather utility vest he can’t seem to give up. “This is one of Five’s solo missions, man.” Klaus gives Five a very silly smile. “You have successfully let go of the dark side, but much to learn you still have, young Padawan. Go now. May the force be with you.”

Five looks even more flustered by him saying that and by their abandonment than he was by their overbearing presence. His eyes dart back and forth from his retreating brothers to the petite woman standing there grinning at him in a cute but also very mischievous way that’s doing nothing to calm his haywire nerves.

When he realizes her hand is reaching for his, Five’s head jerks down, eyes wide with shock, but he doesn’t pull away. Her fingers lace between his and Five lets her pull him through the crowd.

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Outside, the city streets are damp from the earlier rain. The girl tows Five along, slowing only when they are far enough away from the doors of the club so that they aren’t being bombarded by the loud music flowing out.

She uses Five’s hand in hers to maneuver him to a stop just inside the entrance to the adjacent alley. He opens his mouth, not sure what’s happening but sure that now that they are alone, he’s going to say all the things he has wanted to say since the moment he last saw her.

“I am so sorr-"

The girl’s warm lips press against Five’s, preventing him from trying to apologize. Her small body moves flush with his as her hands come up around Five’s neck, her fingers brushing gently through his soft strands of dark hair. Five’s suit jacket slowly slips out of his hand, falling at their feet. A second later, both his hands are gingerly resting on the girl’s narrow waist.

Even though her tongue is softly massaging his and it feels so good that it’s making it feel like his head is floating high above the tall buildings around him, Five manages to break away. He pulls back, anxiously watching her eyes flutter back open.

“Your magical lips are pretty much the best thing that I have ever felt but you’re going to have to forgive me. I don’t know what’s going on. I thought that I would never see you again. I was so worried about you. I assumed you left because you were so upset by what I did.” Five quickly rattles off his line of thinking, then takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as he searches her eyes for the answers.

“I am sorry,” she says back equally nervously. “I did leave the city for a little while because I needed to clear my head and that was because of you.”

“You have every reason to hate me, and you should have had me arrested. I don’t understand this. Why are you talking to me let alone letting me kiss you again? I don’t deserve this from you of all people, but the truth is, this is all I have wanted since I watched you walk out my door, and I know that’s wrong and everything about me is crazy, but it’s been killing me not knowing what happened to you. I know you probably don't believe it, but I really do care about you.”

Her hand comes up pushing some of Five’s hair back out of his eyes and when she does, her fingers brush against his forehead. It feels so unbelievably amazing to him that he inadvertently lets out the smallest of sounds from deep in his throat. Five’s face turns towards her touch as he shuts his eyes, trying to stop the tears being brought on by the flood of emotions he’s feeling.

“Please don’t feel bad. It is not wrong to feel and want the things you do, Five. I have wanted nothing more than to kiss you again ever since you threw me for a loop and blew my mind while I was trying to blow yours.”

“You have?” Five asks, not believing it even though it just happened, and she just said it, and she’s touching him so softly that it’s the sweetest hurt he’s ever known.

The girl leans in, raising up on her toes, meeting Five’s slightly parted lips with her own in a feather light touch that lasts only a second before she pulls away again even though he moves forward with her withdrawal trying to prolong it.

Her heels drop down again, as she smiles up at Five with her own glistening eyes giving away that she’s equally overwhelmed by this.

“Five Hargreeves, I can’t stop thinking about you. At first, I was confused by it. While I was gone, I realized that I was feeling this way because I saw something in you, and it’s something most people don’t have and never will.”

She smiles in what looks like a deceptively coy manner. Then her hands slide down to Five's shoulders, holding him firm by the collar of his dress shirt in a controlling but playful way that he is more than okay with because it means he isn’t going anywhere, and neither is she.

Her grin turns all fox again proving Five right. She is trying to fuck with him.

“And… by something most people don’t have, I don’t mean that you are a genetically altered ex-assassin, who is mentally an old man but somehow physically the opposite, or that you lost your ability to travel time and teleport around like an electrified perv on superhero steroids. Mostly people don’t have all that going for them and that’s all very interesting, but that’s not it.”

She laughs and shrugs a little, her smile softens, and it looks so accepting.

“When we were together, you made me feel things I have never felt with anyone else. It hurt me to see you hurting the way you were. I wanted nothing more than to break you out of your hell. The way you look at me, the way you give every part of yourself over so honestly and completely, the way your kisses make me feel so alive… Five, you may be full of all sorts of bad things that will always haunt you, but the fact that you are still fighting to be this good person who is also so desperately handsome it should be illegal, it is truly the most real and beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

“You see me like that?”

“I do.”

“You aren’t scared of me?”

“No. I know you didn’t mean to have things go down the way they did. I know you needed help, and I am glad that you’ve been getting it.”

“How did you know I have been getting help? I mean, I know you text Klaus about it, but how do you know I have been going?”

Her smile broadens. “You aren’t the only one who can spy on people. I have had my eyes on you, and running into you tonight while you were having one of your many brotherly misadventures wasn’t a coincidence. I have been stalking you, Hargreeves,” she taunts, giving Five’s shirt a feisty tug.

“You have?”

“I have and I think you realize by now that I am not the innocent girl you thought you were falling for.” She giggles. “I am far from perfect. I know what I did to you was wrong. I never meant to take it that far. From the start, it was wrong even if I was trying to help.”

“I think you are perfect,” Five quickly blurts, his intense stare never faltering.

Five saying that makes the girl’s teasing smile weaken a little, but she doesn’t let him go.

“I assure you I am not perfect, and if you knew me, you’d see that. Even tonight, when I was watching you trying so hard to fit in but also self-sabotaging your own efforts because places like that are the last place you want to be, me being unable to stay away is not fair and that's because you are still working through so many things.”

“I don’t want you to stay away. I want to know you, the real you,” Five says, sounding so sincere. “I haven’t been able to stop wanting that.”

“I want that too, but I didn’t mean to throw myself at you like this, but you are so damn lost and dead sexy and you make me totally crazy and I couldn’t help it. My kooky brain wants to do all sorts of things with you other than help you escape that obnoxious place, but that’s me being wrong, not you. I think I have proved that you are not the only one who is badly behaved.”

She tries to move back.

Five can’t resist. His fingers latch onto her small hips preventing her from getting away from him.

“I want you more than anything. Maybe we can be wrong and badly behaved together?”

The girl looks nervous but not in a bad way and that gives Five the nerve to keep spilling what’s on his mind and also start fucking with her right back.

“Please believe me that I want to know you more than bodily, though I absolutely want to make love to you right fucking now too.” His voice comes out low and dangerous and the girl’s breath hitches as she stares into his honest eyes.

Five moves closer, stepping on his disregarded jacket as his head falls to the side while he studies her cute reactions to him. Seeing the cherry covered fabric covering her chest rising and falling quicker has his mouth pulling to the side.

“You want to do that?”

“Yes, I fucking do. I want to gently take your shoulders and guide you backwards until your back is pressed into that wall behind you. I want to let my hands run as light as possible up and down your gorgeous arms, and the entire time I will keep my mouth against yours in a soft kiss that makes you believe how much I want all of you.”

Five eases her backward, just like he said. His cautious kiss is so delicate it makes her entire body shiver.

His warm lips move away only enough to say, “From there, I am going to wrap your legs around my waist, open my pants, and slowly, gently, slide my naughty meat puppet inside you.”

She softly giggles over that, and Five holds his serious tone, but his smile widens and his eyes narrow.

He doesn’t follow through with that action. Instead, Five runs his fingers down over the tops of her exposed thighs with spider light touch calling every goose bump on her legs to attention.

When Five has her back against the cool brick wall, he leans in close like he is going to kiss her again, but then he abruptly moves to her ear.

“If you allow me to fuck you…” He moves his hands around the back of her legs, gripping her thighs tightly and pushing her hips into his, “at first it will be slow and gentle but as I go, things will be anything but. Every thrust, every touch will convey how fucking sexy I find you and I promise there will be no shortage of passion.”

The girl clears throat, looking much less the part of the sly dominatrix she has been putting on for Five. “Uhmmm, Wowza… This confidence act you have going is pretty damn good and it’s sure to drop some panties if you put it to use next time your brothers force you out with them.”

“It’s not an act, and your panties are the only ones I want to drop,” Five smarts back, full of renewed certainty of that fact over seeing her so cutely flustered over his ridiculous dirty talk.

“Really because among your many talents I have heard about, I didn’t really think that you were the ass kissing kind of guy. That’s unless you were given no other choice, like in our little situation, but that was because you were literally tied to your bed, and you were so hard you were about to come in your pants.”

“I am usually not an ass kisser, but I’d love to kiss your ass and have my way with your ass in other ways too, and maybe even vice versa. I am not opposed to trying new things, or to being punished in any way you see fit.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. You can rule me anytime. I have wanted nothing else since you had me under you pleading for your love."

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They way Five is acting and hearing him say that makes your jaw drop.

The way Five says the word love, it feels like it could make your heart stop beating. You feel faint. If not for his strong grip on your bottom you’d be swaying like a drunken sailor, and you didn’t drink any alcohol at the bar.

This insanely sexy man is proving once again to be everything you knew he was and then some.

“As much as I like your idea of using this wall as a backdrop for carrying out your clever plan, I think maybe we should take our conversation somewhere more private?”

“You like my plan?”

“Yes, Five, and even though I loved making you quiver and moan for me, I am more than willing to let you take the lead and let things go as far as you want this time. I like control but I like being controlled just as much if it’s by the right person.”

Five’s eyes never leave yours as he grins and presses his impressive hard-on between your legs. “Damn. I wish I could blink us back to my super crappy apartment.”

“Blink?”

His beautiful smile spreads in that way that makes your heart feel like it could plunk out completely.

“I mean teleport. That’s what my siblings started calling it when we were kids. It would happen in the blink of an eye, and that was very unsettling for anyone around me when I did it. The porthole manifests with an electrical charge followed by a bright flash of blue flashes of light, so calling it that made sense to my family and the word stuck,” he explains.

“I am glad you have them. Your family, I mean.”

You know that you sound like an awe-struck fool but it’s hard not to. As much as you know now about Five and the Umbrella Academy, it’s still hard to fathom all the wild  things about him that make him who he is.

“I am glad I have them too. If you hadn’t given me this chance, I never would have been able to tell them how much they mean to me, but I have now and I have you to thank for that, though sometimes I still sort of want to kill them. So, that is why I go to a shrink twice a week and probably always will. I am crazy as fuck and they all know it.” Five finishes that by laughing at his own attempt at making light of his tendency to jump straight to thoughts of murderous rage.  

You shake your head, chuckling just a little. Even trying to be mean and belittle himself, you can see the love in Five’s eyes as he thinks about them.

When you feel Five’s fingers slipping off your backside, you shiver again, but this time it’s more from the cold of his withdrawal. He swiftly bends down picking up his dirty suit coat, his dark brows furrowing as he looks at the garment.

“I would offer you this, but it’s covered in Diego’s margarita, and now I really did it because I think that’s gum stuck to it.” Five lifts the coat higher, eyeing it closer in the dim light. “Yup, that’s gum. Looks like I am going to have another expensive dry-cleaning bill, which is funny because that happened the last time that I was with you.”

Five’s smile looks positively wicked. He is all danger of the good and very bad kind and you love it.

Five is clearly trying to tease you about punching him in the nose, causing him to bleed all over his dress shirt, and then later, how you shamelessly rubbed yourself all over the protruding crotch of his pants.

Thinking about that, you immediately feel your desire for him making itself even more apparent between your legs, so you snatch up his free hand, leading him back out on the street.

“I wish you could blink us back too, but it looks like we will be walking like the rest of the boring regular humans.”

Five scrambles along behind you as fast as he can, trying to adjust himself in his pants in a way that makes his nice sized, rock-hard dick less noticeable, and he couldn’t look hotter doing it.

“Thank God, it’s only four blocks. I know it’s only ten minutes away, but I have been waiting over sixty years for a chance like this and I feel like even a minute more and I might die before we get there,” he says while excitedly sliding in at your side giving you the most adorably boyish smile.

As you and Five quickly walk the shadowy streets, he asks questions about your life in such a way that proves he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to know you. You can’t help but laugh at him a few times over how the moment you finish telling him one thing, he fires off another question as if he’s reciting them from a list he’s been compiling in his head since he first laid eyes on you from across the alley.

As the pattern continues, Five never loses his enthusiastic momentum, and you realize he probably does have an actual list of things he’s been wanting to ask. That gets you giggling as you try to keep up with him, but he doesn’t seem to care if you laugh at him as long as you don’t stop answering his sweetly thought-out questions that comprise of everything from where you grew-up, to details about your family, the books you love, your favorite foods, if you prefer dogs or cats, and even if you favor the right or the left side of the bed when sleeping. To that curious question you tell Five, you prefer the middle since you generally sleep alone, and that response is met with what you determine is a very mischievous, but also very happy looking grin.

Together, with plenty of nervous smiles, your feet rapidly click along, mimicking the anticipation you feel, and you are sure Five feels it too. As you make your way to your destination, it’s with the mutual understanding that something very special is happening.

Chapter Six: Underneath It All

Outside your building, when Five begins to lead you towards his, you pull back.

“Come to my place.”

You don’t say it in question and that’s because you don’t feel that it is.

Even so, Five looks at you with that troubled expression traveling across his face, and it hits you again how gorgeous he is, not just his looks, but it’s more that he has a smoldering sexuality in the hint of vulnerability within his many troubled expressions.

“Are you sure?”

You can hear his doubt, and you know why it’s there. Five is still terrified of doing anything that will invade your private space after what he did, and that’s all the more reason for you to bring him inside your place to help move past it.

“Five, I am sure. I want to know you, and for you to know me the right way. What started this may have been very bad, but sometimes bad things can turn out good. I have been home for the last three weeks and I have never once shut my curtains. I wanted you to open your blinds and see me openly letting you into my life and that’s because I want you in every way.”

The cool green in Five’s eyes is so beautiful as he breathlessly brushes his lips across yours. He’s so warm and soft. You are stunned speechless by the gesture because it’s so desperate yet gentle.

“Okay.” Five’s reply falls from his lips so softly and unsure, but he doesn’t pull back when you lead him inside.

At your door, he slows his pace to a full stop, his hand pulling back on yours as his eyes move around your home taking it in for the first time from the inside not out.

Seeing that scared look on Five’s face, you immediately yank him over the threshold and throw the door closed behind him. Before the poor guy so much as has a chance to let out another one of his long nervous breaths, you are on him, your mouth covering that sexy neck of his in fevered kisses that make his breath catch sharply in his throat. If he had on one of his black ties, you’d be securing him to you with that, but griping his shirt will have to do.

All at once, Five’s hands lock down on your hips letting you know that he's not going anywhere.

“I want you to kiss me again, Five,” you hum as his head drops back and his lips part.

Another sound of desperate craving erupts from somewhere deep inside him, but after a second or two Five finds his senses again, and just as fast, his tongue is obediently pressing inside your mouth.

After expertly reacquainting himself with the motions of a deep kiss again, breathless and flushed, Five pulls his mouth off yours. “Thank you for allowing me to touch you this time. The ropes were fun but his is, fuck .”

Five’s use of the word fuck gets you every time, only making what he says hotter, and you grin at him, ready to give him whatever he wants, all things fuck included.

One of Five’s hands brushes against your breast, tentatively sliding up and down with his happy words. The next thing you know, he has the other hand moving up your skirt and his warm fingers are running along the joint between thigh and your hips, tracing a line over the thin lacy fabric.

A soft moan-like sound escapes your tightly pressed lips because you are a little surprised by him so brazenly touching you so fast being a few minutes ago he was so nervous. He may be thrown by it too based on the way he appeared to just stop breathing.

Five’s hand under your skirt suddenly moves away, flipping the flared fabric up as he retreats and even though you understand his nerves, you are slightly confused by the back-and-forth pattern of intense confidence to having almost none.

“This little dress of yours is humorously appropriate considering this is technically my first time and I have been getting shit constantly from my brother’s about being the oldest virgin on the planet.”

Five fingers puck at a conveniently placed cherry on the pattern of your dress and you let out a tiny yelp that has him looking so smug that it makes you think you may have just misread him and this confidence thing big time.

“You look unbelievably hot in this, but I need you to take this off and get on your bed as soon as possible,” he orders as he tightens both hands on your breasts and his hips pump against yours, deliberately giving you another taste of his renewed stiffness below the fabric of his black slacks.

Letting your fingers run down the front of Five’s crisp white dress shirt, causes him to shudder and it reminds you that no matter how he’s acting now, it’s easy to make him react in such an unbelievably sexy and uninhibited way. Five Hargreeves, the broken down mentally sixty some year-old virgin, is literally the sexiest old man you've ever seen and that's because he is enjoying the prime of his life all over again, and his reactions to the smallest touches are the biggest turn on ever.

As you look him dead in the eye, you reach along your side and undo the hidden clasp above your side zipper, not stopping until your dress falls at your ankles and Five is unable to hold your stare. His focus drops, moving up and down your body a few times before hungrily landing on your bare breasts.

Without a word, Five swiftly swoops you up, your legs flipping up over his arm as he brings you over to your bed and proceeds to lower you like you’re the most breakable thing he’s ever held. Just as fast though, he comes down next to you with one of his legs possessively pinning yours to the bed.

Five props himself up on one elbow, his face falling against your breasts. Looking down, all you could see is his dark hair as he abruptly covers one of your nipples with his mouth. His warm lips part over you, his tongue coming out, wetting the sensitive skin as his hand moves, running up and down your opposite side so slowly.

His lips, his tongue, his soft hair tickling you, all of it is incredible. You let out a high-pitched whining and kick out your feet, but Five tightens his hold on you making sure to keep you secured where he wants you.

When Five pulls back, his eyes are closed and there is a look of peace on his face that instantly turns pained again when he opens them.  

“I have wanted to know what that was like for so long. That was way better than I imagined it and I imagined it a lot," he admits with a small laugh that makes you want to immediately kiss him. "Things got so lonely when I was completely isolated in my windswept wasteland for forty years, but they weren’t much better after that. Dolores was my everything. She kept me from completely going insane. She was all I had. She was all I thought I’d ever have, and then you saw it, she left me too.” Five's handsome smile fades just a little as he further explains what's on his mind.

“Five, where is she?” you ask.

He lets out a long breath and his sweet smile returns, covering a deep sadness. “I took her home to be with her friends because that is where she belongs.”

Your brows furrow but you smile because he is. “Five, you didn’t need to do that. Your Dolores seemed very nice, and I don’t mind a three-way as long as it’s with someone as easy going as her.”

Five laughs and not just any laugh either, he throws his head back and laughs so hard the skin around his eyes crinkles and you can see his nice white, perfectly straight teeth.

“Though I really appreciate your offer to let me be with two lovely ladies at one time, it’s okay. I think I like the idea way too much, but I am not sure I could successfully please two women at once even if one is made of plastic and I manifest everything she thinks and feels inside my own fucked up brain.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “It was time. You helped me see that and it was a very good thing.”

As you are about to tell Five, that based on the demonstration that he gave you before he drunkenly passed out on you at his apartment, you are pretty sure he actually could successfully pleasure two real women at once, his lips crush yours again, and you can hear the soft murmur of that amazing whimpering sound coming from him again. Five’s tongue snakes into your mouth pushing for more as he kisses you, deeply, roughly, and desperately.

You kiss him back, eyes crashing closed, your hands flinging up, feeling that wonderful hair of his as they move up his neck and your tongue drives into his mouth equally aggressively. You hear that Five’s breaths are already coming quickly as begins lowering himself down over you and the warmth of his fully clothed body presses against yours like you are two magnets being pulled together and there’s no stopping it.

Once Five gets a handle on himself, swallowing down his excitement he opens his eyes again, releasing your lips. You feel his hands on the bed next to your sides tighten into clenched fists. “I want to use my fingers on you the way you did to yourself. Will you show me how to do it right?”

Even hearing Five so sweetly asking permission to do that has your legs fighting to tighten together as coils of longing burn through you. He shifts himself over you as his right hand comes around your hip, stopping on your thigh. Between what he just said and where he has his hand, it’s clear what he means. The confirmation of your small nod gets his fingers moving again.

Your mouth opens in anticipation as his fingers creep down between your legs, stroking you so lightly and carefully over our panties.

“Does this feel good?” Five asks, sounding so unsure of himself even though you know damn well that he can feel how wet you are through the almost non-existent lace.

Propping yourself up just a little on your elbows, you bring your flushed face up to his, seeing even clearer that his pupils are blown wide and dark by desire. You nod again as you bite your lip and reach down to show him how to move in a way that’s even better, but you do so by taking his hand in yours to demonstrate.

Just the look on Five’s face is enough to do you in, but a short review of your previous lesson is all he needs, and within a minute he has it under control and you are reeling in pleasure from the sheer feel of his fingers on you quickly giving you what you want. As Five’s fingers slide between your folds, your attraction to him can’t be ignored and he lets out a very sharp and pained sounded moan because of it.

“My god, you are beautiful.” He all but whispers his sweet compliment as he lightly ruts his restrained erection up against the side of your leg in time with his hand.

“Fi-ivvvve ,” you embarrassingly mumble out as his fingers move faster, “you are wearing way too much clothing for this!”

He laughs at that as your pleasure builds to an almost unbearable degree. Feeling desperate with the need to see all of him, you try reaching for him to tear his shirt off but the sexy shit wiggles further down the bed so you can’t.

“If I was naked, this would be over way too quick,” he says, still laughing. “I want to make sure I see that beautiful face of yours falling apart for me this way before it comes to that.”

His fingers slow but only for a moment before he presses them down deeper, letting the tip of one slip inside you in just the smallest amount.

“Now keep your hands to yourself or I’ll find a way to make you. Thanks to my peeping Tom perving on you, I know you keep some very nice toys in that drawer over there and I am sure there’s bound to be something in there that I can use to keep your hands busy while I enjoy myself manually down here,” he cockily warns as you begin to reach for him again.

First you try to look shocked by that, but Five’s smart-ass grin proves that was his intention, so you show him your poutiest pout instead, but it also does no good, so you obey by throwing yourself back down in the pillows, hands balled up in the blankets at your sides.

“This is fucking amazing,” Five curses as he dips in even more while his eyes remain locked on yours as he studiously watches you unraveling for him, your hips bucking each time he his knuckles push against you.

“Yessss, ahhh…FFF! Just like that,” you gasp as Five forces his two buried fingers up while inside you, then pulls them back out with a firm glide as you helplessly rock your hips up into his hand.

The smooth motion as he works into you, deeper and faster, leaves your thighs quivering and a sweet ache spreading from your toes to your scalp.

Five’s look of admiration and childlike wonder over this is enough to send your orgasm flying through you.

“Fff-ive! Aaa—na, MmmfFFF!” you incoherently cry out.

He has to feel it happening. You catch that glimmer of defiant pride in the dark depths of his unbelievably expressive eyes.

Five seems older in doing this to you and you can see his true age coming into play in his ability to just stop and focus his complex mind on what he’s seeing and feeling. As the pulsing explosion of the purest release he just caused begins to fade, his fingers pull out of you, but they don’t stop slowly making circles over your clit.

He is so quiet and contemplative that you don’t see it coming until he drops his head and begins to lick you, his damp fingers clinging to your hips to keep you still and to give his mouth room to work.

“I want to do that all day, every day,” he buzzes after a few exceptionally long and leisurely licks. Your body shudders from that alone.

“Oh my God, Five. You are…. Wow.”

Five shamelessly laps at you with his searing tongue and it is almost too much to handle, making you squirm from being over stimulated due to not being over the orgasmic bliss he just gave you.

Five only lifts his head when he feels your fingernails brushing against his scalp gently pulling him up.

“No one has ever trusted me or seen me the way you do,” he whispers and his warm breath is still so close to your skin it feels like just another one of his brilliant touches.

Five looks to the side, a wayward look in his eyes as the light from the window and the lamp in your adjacent living room space illuminates his face.

“All I want is to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” he admits, so damn softly again.

The way he says it sounds so scared, like he feels that he needs to explain what he just did and it's like he feels in the wrong for wanting that.

“Five, consider that one checked off your list because you are making me feel so far beyond good. Now take off your clothes and get up here,” you playfully demand.

After that, he springs to action faster than you’ve ever seen a man move and seeing it has you smiling because you can’t help thinking about how quick Five would be if he could still do his mysterious blinky thing. Thanks to only having on a dress shirt and fitted dress pants, though still looking hot as hell, Five has himself fully naked in ten seconds flat.

And damn…

Wow, wow, wow.

You knew that Five was all lean muscle. You’d seen it before, but like this. All out there…

Yeah.

Five is standing there, very erect dick at full attention, looking down at you looking so absorbed, like he’s so ready to do anything you tell him to do. Despite what he said he was going to do to you back while you were out on the street, now he is looking for direction of any kind and you know it’s because he’s never done this before and he’s probably also scared of pushing you too far in any way.

His face begins to melt into a look of almost childlike distress and it’s actually a very adorable look on him that’s equally sexy for some reason. This man is mentally over the age of sixty and he’s never been with a real woman. Five is such an anomaly in that he carries himself both with a cold hypnotic confidence yet also so much uncertainty and innocence that it’s hard to grasp it can all be in one beautiful yet very complicated person.

“I am such a stupid asshole. I don’t have any protection,” he says, looking so cutely flustered when he admits what’s partly troubling him.

You smile and giggle because you had thought it was more than that. “It’s okay. I am on a very reliable birth control that will take care of that for us and I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested, and that was over a year ago. A lot of what I did and said when I tied you up was to fuck with you, but I was not lying when I said that I don't date much.”

Five smiles now too.

“Come here,” you say, seductively curling your finger at him.

Five’s weight makes the mattress sink as he moves closer, but he stops short, and it seems like he is still hesitant to make the first move now that things just got very real, so you decide for him how this is going to start.

When you lure him in for a kiss and his face meets yours, you abruptly push him over flat on his back on the bed as you hop on top straddling him. It only works because Five lets you, and giving in to your insistence, his head falls back, his dark hair spilling out on the white pillowcase, and he looks so handsome laying there under you that you could die.

You are strongly considering wrapping your mouth around his cock, and as you lick your lips thinking about it, Five bucks up just a little. Him doing that reminds you that he probably wouldn’t be able to take much of that and the real goal here is to get him laid and a blow job finish doesn’t count.

“Oh, are we doing this again?” he questions with plenty of teasing in his tone.

“We can do anything you want, I just thought you needed a little guidance there for a second.”

You reach down between your spread legs, running your hand over Five’s shaft, relishing how hard he was. Even the feeling of him this way alone, and the sight of his eyes rolling with pleasure, makes you gasp and fresh wetness spills between your legs.

You tickle your nails along his chest as you start to rub the swollen tip of his cock, gathering his drizzle of pre-cum on your finger before bringing it to your mouth, giving him a little taste.

“Mmmm,” you hum. “You taste good too, Number Five.”

“MMmffuck.”

The tiniest muffled moan from Five and you want to give him the world.

“Are you ready?” you question even though you know he is more than ready.

Five looks like he is already beside himself over that, and he never stops holding your gaze but you can tell something wrong.

“I am, but I am scared this can’t possibly be real,” he whispers on what looks like trembling lips. “So much is not real, I just trick myself into thinking it is and I have been doing it so long, I don’t know what to think anymore. Even you feel unreal because there’s no way in my mind that I can work out why you would want this with me.”

Cupping his jaw with your hand, you lean in close, touching his forehead to yours.

Five whispers your name.

Thinking about what he just said, you almost sob out his. “ Five . This. Is. Real.” You say each word in a way that you hope drills it home for him and you also rub his tip back and forth across your entrance to further prove the point. “I promise you won’t always feel this way,” you pant out in small huffs as you begin to lower your body over him.

As the heavy feeling of him begins to fill you, it’s harder and harder to keep your eyes open, but you do it because you can’t take your eyes off him.

“Oh my, Fu-uuck ,” Five groans, throwing his head back as his eyes slam closed.

Just seeing that.

Oh my God!

You let out a low helpless sounding moan of your own and that makes him writhe beneath you even more.

Careful to only undulating your hips very slowly at first, you softly shoosh him, while running your lips along his handsomely defined jaw.  

It takes Five a second or two, fists clenching at his sides, laying almost completely still again, for his eyes to open again. It’s as if he is unable to speak because he’s so overwhelmed.

Maybe he can’t?

Again, that is so fucking hot.

Since Five is property indisposed, you let your lips meet in a kiss that leaves you shaken to the cells of your being. Like before, Five may not be in control of this, but he is eliciting a primal response in you, one that is as welcoming as it is frightening in your pure need to give him anything you can.

Very slowly, you begin rocking your hips, moving back and forth.

Five’s fingers brush across your skin, tracing lines of want over your shoulders and arms.

“I love the way you touch me,” you say, gasping for air. “I don’t know how you know what to do but you do.”

“You feel so fucking good, all I want is to touch you,” he breaths as he lays there looking up at you in such an honest loving way that you know you have never seen anyone look at you like this before now.

Sitting up on him much straighter, you continued to very slowly roll against him, enjoying the feeling of him inside you but trying to take it easy on him to make this last as long as possible. You watch his eyes move from yours down to your chest, then down to wear your bodies are joined. Again, Five curses from the sight, and you feel his cock inside you simultaneously jolt, which is quite impressive considering it is being squeezed tight within your walls.

Five can’t reach you as well now so instead his hands drop, clinging to the rumbled blankets under him.

You can tell he wants to do more but he is fighting to remain as is, letting you do this to him.

Feeling empowered the more you watch him strain and try to control himself, you dig your toes into the bed looking for leverage to really fuck him. You begin thrusting your hips down on him over and over, making his cock move in and out, just at the tip, before you fuck back down on him hard again, eliciting the most glorious cry from his gaping mouth.

Five’s moans of pleasure as he struggles, and the feel of him, exquisitely inexperienced and so fucking hard inside you are enough for your own building pleasure to just about send you over the edge again.

“Oh fuck,” he cries as he suddenly sits up enough to wrap his arms around you, pulling you down with him.

You think that he just wanted you near again, but that’s when Five flips you over, your bodies not even parting as he skillfully traps you under him. His hands come down under your ass, squeezing but also trembling as he lays there with his face against your neck trying to catch his breath.

“I am sorry,” he breathes, “That was beautiful, but I just have to know what it’s like to fuck you.”

“Fuck away,” you giggle as Five starts pulling himself up on his elbows positioning himself to do just that.

Five’s face is full of color, his strong body tense as he drags his cock out, and for the first time he is one getting to be in control of this while being with someone who knows the difference. That looks like it sends him to another planet, but his otherworldly look gets even better when he slowly pushes his length back inside you. There’s no way to describe the low sounds coming from Five other than to say they are part pain and part pleasure. It’s like Five is savoring every inch of you he takes even if doing it slowly is taking every bit of control he has left.

You start kissing Five right along the hollow where his shoulder and collarbone meet. Your hands both slid down his smooth back and your fingers dig into his firm ass, urging him to take you harder.

When you lick along his neck and suck his earlobe, Five groans so lustfully, but it’s almost like he can’t take even one more thing because suddenly, his hand moves under one of your legs, lifting your bottom while sliding your entire body backwards. He does it so unexpectedly that you would have bonked into the headboard if not for him quickly putting his other arm around you, holding you till you’re settled again.

“Hang on to your headboard, this is going to get rough,” he warns.

As he’s saying that, Five positions one of your legs up over his shoulder while he latches the other around his waist, and you have to wonder how he knows how to do this and where he’s getting this idea from. Then you realize that this behavior is exactly what he would have been used to doing with Dolores because with her, he could do anything he wanted, and he was able to position her body in different ways to some extent. Just thinking of Five deviantly pretending to have sex with his Dolores in this way is making you feel even more turned on.

“Now I am going to really fuck you,” he growls as he thrusts himself full to the hilt, his hair falling in his eyes as his face contorts with pleasure.

You cry out from the sheer intensity of it as he clings to you. Sensations you don’t even comprehend begin to flood your body as he does it again and again. For someone that has never done this with a real person, Five knows what he’s doing. His cock works inside you each time with such an explosive momentum that makes your body quake. But when he pulls out, Five makes sure to buck up into you at the same time so that his member slides across the secret parts of you that make you melt.

“Five, you’re the one that’s unreal,” you moan out so frazzled sounding that it has him grinning ear to ear.

You can tell that Five’s main mode of operation is to act on pure instinct and immense need and that’s exactly how this should be. When Five lets it all out there, he’s the opposite of vacant coldness. He’s literally bursting with desire, passion, empathy, and tenderness that can make you weep.

Five’s face is suffused with a light red flush, his top teeth studding into his bottom lip. He has you filled entirely, pushing achingly through your body. You feel like you may have just died from how brutally hot he looks while fucking you.

You swear your heart stops because you can hardly breathe. The pleasure building makes you want to go limp, but he keeps your leg lifted, how he wants, as his strong hips fuck into you and you hang on for dear life.

You can feel your orgasm building blindingly inside you, but before you can let yourself go, Five swiftly moves you again, dropping your leg and aggressively pulling your body down off the pillows as he covers you. Letting go of the rungs on your headboard, your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough that he flinches. Perhaps in retaliation, Five’s mouth goes back to your breast, sucking deeply at one nipple, and with that you cry out, coming undone.

Your head flings back, mouth opened. “Oh Fuck! Five, fuck!” A hard, pulsing, orgasm shakes through you, making you cling to him.

He laughs of all things, and it is enough to make you shudder and clench around his thrusting length even more. Five is the epitome of deep, primal, carnal joy and he looks so beautiful you could cry.

Five’s hands at your sides keep you captive, impaled on his length. You press your face onto his shoulder. His flesh still working, sliding in and out of you is teasing every nerve you have far past any mental understanding. He nips and sucks at your neck, his hips slamming powerfully against yours in a rhythmic pattern that’s as simple as in and out as quick as he can. He grasps at your body in a way that is surely going to bruise, lost in passion that is all intensity and burning heat.

The pace of his furor begins to fall apart, the fiction too much for him, turning each attack into a much less coordinated effort but no less intense as his pumping hips continue to seek his first ever release inside of someone.

You know it is coming soon when Five stops his onslaught of dizzying kisses and bites, his eyes closing as he buries his face against your neck. One of his hands comes up and his fingers twist into your hair. He moans, a long low sound that sends you over the edge again.

“Five ,” you softly whimper because you are so far past crying out.

That is it. You feel him spilling. It’s so warm, and notably lengthy, like the sixty some years of waiting to do that equates to his impressive amount of cum though you know that has nothing to do with it and it seems to be his norm.

Five’s whole body shudders over and over but he remains silent other than his heavy breathing. Erratically lifting his hips with his knees pushing down on the bed, he eventually gives up trying to move. His whole body goes limp. He is covered in a sheen of sweat, panting, body reddened from heat.

Though no one is, you are sure that Five is flawless in this one beautiful moment.

Still speechless, Five nuzzles into your neck even more while he pulls himself out. You hear his breath hitch and yours does too but within a second, he’s got his softening length against your hip and he’s laying down beside you placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“I know it makes me even more nuts to feel this way, but I want to say something so badly that I shouldn’t,” he admits so quietly you hardly hear him. Five kisses you again, his lips spreading against your skin. “I’m going to be smart for a change and just shut up.”

Thinking about what is going on in Five’s wild mind, you are pretty sure you know what he wants to say and that's because you feel it too. Taking his cue not to go there, you silently continue to brush your fingers through his hair and just let yourself look at him laying there totally happy and at peace.

With that, the slow languor that is left over from your sex drifts into something else, something so sweet and full of hope and promise.

Five eventually draws you into the hollow under his arm and his head falls against the pillows. This way you can see his face even better and what a face.

Without a word, you lean over, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Five tries to open his eyes, but his heavy lids keep drooping back down in an adorable way that makes him look like an incredibly sleepy kid who is about to fall asleep at the table in his pile of mashed potatoes.

You don’t want that wonderful look to ever fade.

Though Five Hargreeves seemed so broken at first, he clearly knows what love is and he knows how to give it. More importantly, when his walls come down, Five is willing to receive love and you are sure that you've never met someone more deserving. Hopefully this, and everything else he is doing to save himself is enough to help him see that real happiness is not something out of his reach, and that is because you want nothing more than to be a part of his happiness and his future.

Just as you are sure Five fell asleep, he whispers, “Do you want me to go?”

Your reply is simple but true. “Never.”

Chapter Seven: Epilogue

Five’s warm  fingers tighten around yours as you make your way down the busy sidewalk. 

“When I left my demeaning work cave yesterday, I never would have guessed in a million years that this is how my weekend would turn out. I am on my first real date with the most amazing woman in the world and I still can’t believe it. I am the luckiest man alive.”

Five’s smile as he expresses again how happy he is looks so handsome that it makes your heart skip a beat.

Taking you by surprise, he stops right in the middle of all the rest of the pedestrians and his hands come up in your hair, gently pulling you in for a kiss.

“There,” he laughs after finishing his sudden display of affection with one more quick and very cutely maneuvered peck. “I may need to do that every few minutes for a while until I can get it through my crazy head that this is happening and I am not imagining it.”

Your heart is racing as you gaze up at him. “You can do that anytime you want even after you realize I am not a figment of your beautiful imagination.”

Someone swears as they walk by and Five smirks. “Shall we proceed to the Argyle Library where I can give you the grand tour of all my favorite sections and maybe even whisk you to a semiprivate nook where I am going to seduce you into sharing my love of poetry while I also do my best to fuck you with my fingers dancing around up your skirt?”

Your chest rises and falls with laughter. 

So many times since you both woke up and Five ravaged you again, he’s made you laugh. You knew from his long history that he was capable of anything, but you're still shocked with how funny he is now that he’s letting himself enjoy life a little.

And damn those fingers of his. Boy do they dance when he wants them to, which reminds you that after Five’s allotted part of this fun outing, you are taking him back home and he promised that he’d actually dance with you even though he claims he hates it and doesn’t know how.

“I do not like poetry but when you put it that way, I just might after this,” you reply, trying not to sound so infatuated by him, but by the look on Five’s face, you can tell he knows that you are, and thankfully he feels exactly the same as you do otherwise you’d really be embarrassed with how fast you are falling for him.

Five is right, this is unreal. What is happening with him feels too good to be true, but some things just are this good. That is why life is worth living and you aren’t going to stop trying to give him anything you can give until he never forgets it.

“Come on, time is of the essence, my love.” Five swiftly leads you on again through the throngs of people going to and from whatever they are doing on this sunny Saturday in the city.

My love?

That’s a new one. It's sort of old fashion but also very classic and sweet. It's very him.

Five peeks at you out of the corner of his eye and you can tell he’s checking your reaction, which is full blushing and fidgeting like a silly schoolgirl in love. 

There is no need to tell him you liked it. He knows.

As you are smiling to yourself over this fast but wonderful feeling growing inside your heart, all of a sudden your hand in Five’s feels oddly very hot.

Like burning hot.

“Ow!” you shout as you instinctually pull away from the pain. “Five?”

Five crumbles to the ground, his knees hitting the pavement hard as his hands pull together clenching and shaking uncontrollably. 

“Five!” 

It’s like he can’t answer. There are what looks like blue flames erupting around his hands and his face is twisting in pure agony. His teeth are clenched so hard it looks like they might shatter as his entire body folds in on itself and spasms.

Even Five’s pale but beautiful skin is suddenly turning the most terrifying grayish hue of death.

You try to touch him and his head swings back, his neck bending back with a snap as his face looks up to the sky. His soft green eyes are now filled with the same nightmarish blue light that is beginning to spread around the rest of his body. It's like it's coming out of him.

You can’t even get close enough to touch him because the heat of the electrical storm engulfing him burns you with blistering heat. Five is clearly being hurt by what is happening but what burned you doesn't seem to be actually burning him in the same way.

You hold your injured hand to your chest, but you don’t care how bad it feels, all you want to do is help Five so you start to come at him again.

“NO!” Five screams in the most terrifying way but you don’t know if it’s at you or from what’s happening to him. You stop anyway, in part because how scared he sounds, and also because you simply can't get close enough to him to do anything. 

This entire time, the other people on the sidewalk have been steadily moving away from this unimaginable scene happening before their eyes. But when you frantically look out in search of anyone willing to help, you realize that most of them aren’t even looking at Five. 

Your eyes follow theirs upwards along the skyline filled with looming skyscrapers.

Now you see why they aren’t worried about the stranger on the street dying in front of them. 

The top of The Hargreeves International building is alight with the exact same blue fire that’s all over Five, and the flames are spreading outwards in the sky and spilling down the sides of the building at an alarming rate.

Just as you look back down at Five, the blue electricity snaps ferociously, lashing outwards. He collapses, his head smacking the cement. His mouth opens in a silent scream that matches your very real one, and then just like that, Five is gone.

“No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening.” You look all around, and he’s just gone. The supernatural light covering him blinked out in the matter of a second and Five disappeared with it.

Before you can even try to understand what just happened to Five and if it was his own lost power somehow coming back and doing that to him, or if it has something to do with his dad's building and what is happening in the burning sky raining down around you, everything comes to an abrupt and ominously quiet halt.

No one is moving or screaming. People are frozen mid step in their frantic attempts to run away. 

In a dazed like state of shock you lift your scorched hand, looking at your red fingers. Time and space around you are standing still but for some reason you are not a part of it. 

As if one inconceivably bad thing taking away the man you are falling in love with isn't enough, things instantly start moving again and now you are watching a wave of bursting blue light rushing towards you, sucking away everything in its path.

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hcs: tua season 1 where wanda!y/n and five jumped back to 2019 to save his siblings.

they teleported successfully.. but something unexpectedly happened to both of them. they're nerfed to teenagers. siblings looked alarmed when they see their long lost young brother with a stranger. "isn't just me or.. do i see little number five with a girl?" , "...love." , "..shit."

five didn't even try to discuss more about his disappearance to his worried siblings. y/n just give him a disapproval look of his brief explanation. "love, can u hand me the butter?", "sure." the siblings finally noticed their weird behaviors to each other. "love?", ".. oh yeah. she's my wife." , "mama mia, five has a wife!?", "five having a lover is least expected." well, allison is not wrong. y/n sometimes questioned why she fell for him.

the couple are stressed.. looking for the probability of why they have to go through their teenage years again. they looked through the wardrobes for clothes to wear... "i hate puberty." , "same love."

"at least we're going to experience teenage love with these uniforms. should we exchange notes too?", "really y/n? right now?"

finally! wanda!y/n take an action with her husband. she could easily control those commissioner's minds and take them off but marrying the five hargreeves.. has it's cons. with his hobby on doing massacre is rubbing on his wife. but she's much worse because she sometimes put her life on line for the sake of her entertainment. "love.. you're hot and shit but pls don't let them put their gun on your forehead." ,"can't make promises."

that time when they have to pretend themselves as klaus' children, five was never been this proud to his brother and wanda!y/n being supportive sis-in-law. they acted like proud parents lol.

wanda!y/n questioned herself about their relationship even more when his husband decided to get his "ex". they're married for few years now, having each other's backs but the male couldn't help but being attached to his old companion. she understands that the mannequin is the one that kept him sane through those 50 years of his life on the apocalypse alone so she let him be.

right the couple has been sticking together for a while and y/n starting to get worry about five's siblings since that night when hazel and cha-cha somehow tracked them so quick. she starting to doubt if the eye would lead them to truth.

then the couple decided to work with the fellow hargreeves after knowing what happened back to the academy and klaus. anddd yes they successfully lured hazel and cha-cha with their broken briefcase and contacted the handler. the couple agrees to work for the commission once again and begin their plan. as much as five wanted to do the job, his wife is involved with the work anyway..

y/n starting to space out where the handler and five are on conversation. her husband didn't noticed that she suddenly got anxious when around the handler.

but she let it slide because they guys have another job to do.

they pretended to work under the handler in order to get some information about the apocalypse. they mostly end up in weird situations like pretend to busy snogging when they're trying to steal something on dot's desk, "teenage romance doesn't seem to be bad.", "is this even teenage romance to you? we're in the middle of something.", "rebellious teenage couple, currently commiting crime.", "we're adults-.. just shut it." or being trapped together in comfort room. "that's good you closed the toilet window or i end up soaking in the water..", "sorry about that,," (yes. the five hargreeves is soft for his wife.)

and yey!! they finally got the intel but the handler won't let them get away that easily. luckily, five has his own tricks on his sleeves. wanda!y/n launching her off with the bomb, then getting dragged by husband out of the room and shield her from the explosion.. she's kind of annoyed this trait of his but his desire of protecting her let it put aside.

when they made it out of the commission, they began to look for harold jenkins who is leonard peabody that is responsible for the apocalypse. but!! it seems that someone took their job after witnessing harold's corpse.

aside the siblings relieved about the news, wanda!y/n felt unease when learning more about the suspect (she celebrated when five decided to leave delores and focus his relationship with her). someone like harold isn't enough to make the whole world gone to ash but what makes him the reason of starting the apocalypse? big brain time.

that when five mentioned about viktor, everything clicked. "viktor is the bomb!!!" stressed couple rushing over to the family to stop viktor.

"you know that locking him was a bad idea you idiot.", "i'm sorry ok!? i didn't know that his powers are that damn powerf--", "you already see that the way how he destroyed your house plus allison warned your arses- how tf you didn't know?" five is so done with luther too so he let his wife scolding him.

the family tries to approach viktor on his concert and he unleash his powers. wanda!y/n tries to overpower viktor's mind but he sends her up flying across the room.

fighting him too was no use. damaging viktor might blew himself out, she thought so she swat the commission out to give the siblings an opening.

wanda!y/n seems to have her own plans, leaving the boys to do their thing.

but allison beat her to it. wanda!y/n realized her plan then prevented her from killing viktor by manipulating her mind, missing the bullet.

but things didn't ended up well than they expected when they saw parts of the moon flies down to earth.

luckily five came up an idea to time travel back to past to avoid the apocalypse.

and he managed to control his powers while bringing his entire family with him. "i'll see u there, y/n.", "we will meet again, love."

note: idk if ill continue this but eh

and english is not my first language so apologize for wrong grammars!!

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