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parkersbliss · 2 years

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Hey! If it’s alright with you, may I request five x reader dating headcanons with Wanda!reader?

yes yes yes!! love this concept hehe

Power Couple | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x wanda! female reader

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warnings: violence maybe? cursing

synopsis: five doesn’t like being the least powerful in the room, but he’ll make an exception for you

a/n: I love wanda and five my little homicidal babes <3

requests: CLOSED

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first he definitely has to get over himself

five is used to being the most powerful in the room

now he’s like…

second

which isn’t bad

unless you’re five

and he’s five

so it IS bad

he resented you when you first met during the apocalypse

you and your perfect smile and your smart thinking and being the smarter person in the room

OH AND MORE POWERFUL

but you know, his options are limited for friends in the apocalypse

and then he found out you could manipulate reality and like everything else

but he liked when you could change the wasteland of the apocalypse into a flower garden

even if only for a few minutes

it brought him peace

so he sucked up him pride and decided to be your friend

and eventually you and your perfect little smile turned into more than friends

and then he found out your powers were like

well there were a lot

like a lot a lot

and each time he was like like ??? there’s more ????

so obviously, he knows about reality warping, energy manipulation, telekineses

but wait there’s more

transmutation

you could turn rocks into beds to sleep on

granted that was actually read hard for you so five never asked for much more

he was more like “a bed… from rock?”

and you just breathed out a “yeah”

“any other abilities I should know about?”

“jesus christ I’m actually gonna commit arson if she has any other cooler powers”

five’s mouth fell open “you can read minds?!”

“telepathy”

five’s mouth falls further, if possible

“and before you can ask, yes I can see your memories and yes I’m speaking in your head”

five damn near passes out

AND THEN

you’re both next to and in front of him

“hi again” you whispered in his ear

and then you waved in front of him

“what the fuck”

honestly?

he might just be completely smitten for you now

he’s just in awe

poor boy

and very slowly you revealed more of your powers

after being recruited by the commission and sent on the field

five’s personal favorite was conjuring bc twins!!

he could conjure flowers for you and you’d get him a marshmallow peanut butter sandwich

you could switch weapons mid battle with a simple snap

also you fly???

you don’t really like to but you CAN

also can teleport too

and it just turns into a very hard game of tag

you’d both appear, and disappear and probably trash the house in your little competition

you let five win most of the time

just bc it means he tackles you to the couch with kisses and “victory!”

you didn’t wanna tell him you could feel where he was going next

and that’s why five basically worships you

(but he’d never say that out loud)

he did find the mental manipulation creepy

it reminded him of allison

except you didn’t have to speak so it’s like

you were unstoppable basically

he’s just wow wow wow

you’re so pretty, and powerful and all his

you guys were perfect partners in missions, using both your powers to take out enemies

he liked never having to worry about you

and he also liked how sweet you were with just him

and vice versa

he loved being able to cuddle up to you at night, summon some popcorn and a good movie

he just doesn’t know how he would’ve survived without you

you made the apocalypse bearable with your magic

also quite literally surviving in general

the amount of times he’s been shot at only for you to block it or send the bullet the other way

or when someone has him pinned to the ground

and with a nod of your head they’re flying out the window

yeahhhh he gets himself into a lot of trouble and you’re always there to help

pretty sure if the commission did yearbooks you’d be voted power couple

literally

you guys did everything in sync and going against ya’ll was a losing battle

“do you ever think about how you’re basically the most powerful person on earth?” he asked

“i don’t know. It’s weird to think about.”

“you’re quite literally a goddess and you’re all mine” he whispered

you smile “all yours”

and then he’d attack you with kisses

“do you think our kids would have superpowers?”

“kids?”

five just smiles “I’m gonna marry you (y/n)”

“yeah?”

“yeah”

pause

“so we can have superhuman babies. just think how powerful they’d be with your powers and my time travel!”

“and your attitude?”

“hey! you used to be quite the devil on the field. may I remind you—,”

you wave your hand and five couldn’t speak

“don’t remind me”

you release your hold

“you are crazy overpowered, babe”

“do you want superhuman kids or not?”

“i love you and all your crazy abilities”

“mhmmm thought so”

the kids?

a set of twins

or as five liked to call them

“superbabies! YES!”

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #tua five x reader #tua x reader #tua fic #tua season three #tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 2 #aidan gallagher #umbrella academy five #five headcanons #five x reader #five x you #five x y/n

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mycatismyfriend · 2 years

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I will never get over that Five, with multiple gunshot wounds to himself, saved his family by jumping backwards in pain. Why didn't season 3 address this?

#aidan gallagher is a master actor #number five #five #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 3 #tua #the umbrella academy season 2 #the umbrella academy #lets face it season 3 sucked ass

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thehandl3r · 2 years

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Everyone apart from Five, Luther and Klaus when they’re late to travel back to 2019:

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #logic 100 #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #allison hargreeves #tua #umbrella academy #tua memes #umbrella academy memes #tua shitpost #tua s2 #the umbrella academy season 2 #memes

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swftlore · 10 months

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umbrella!ben hargreeves was at his peak in s2 actually he was the sassiest he’d ever been like in the first episode when klaus tries to summon him to fight and ben just goes “nah im good” PLS ????

matter of fact i think everyone was at their best in s2

when luther learns about the apocalypse and goes “i don’t give a shit” WAIT AND WHEN HE THROWS FIVE OFF THE STAIRS bro was stressed the whole season

#they were FINISHED #did the apocalypse and fighting shit once and were like yeah we're done #ben hargreeves you will always be famous #tua #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy season 2 #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #number five #ben hargreeves #umbrella!ben #sparrow!ben #viktor hargreeves #stfu ollie

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fivehargreevescoffee · 2 months

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What’s everyone’s favourite season of TUA?

#allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua allison #tua ben #tua diego #tua five #tua luther #diego hardgreeves #diego hargreeves #tua klaus #tua viktor #viktor hargreeves #the umbrella academy season 4 #the umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy season 2 #the umbrella academy

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ilovetheater24601personal · 9 months

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Do you think that part of the reason that the people (Cult) followed Klaus is because they saw him come back to life and he just never noticed? Like "oh that was a close one wait why are all of these people following me?". Also how much more hilarious does that make the whole situation.

#the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #klauss cult #the umbrella academy season 2 #the umbrella academy season3 #ben hargreeves #victor hargreeves #the hargreeves

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vulpeculiaconstellation · 2 years

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I’m rewatching season 2 of the umbrella academy and damn you guys weren’t kidding when you say that number 5 needs a hug, not just because of everything that he goes thru but the fact that all the other siblings received some sort of comfort except for him.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #the umbrella academy season 2 #number five needs a hug desperately

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snippychicke · 1 month

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Aftermath--Chapter One

Summary:

Raymond Chestnut gets a harsh surprise when he realizes the body in his living room isn't actually dead. Now he has a severely injured white man, who tried to kill him, to deal with. Thankfully he knows a friend who might be able to help.

Lorelei was used to people coming to her for medical attention. But when Raymond brings Otto to her home, nothing could prepare for how her life was about to change.

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Well, if you followed me like... 3-4 years ago, you may remember I was quite into the Swedes from The Umbrella Academy...

I never got over them to be honest.

So here we are, I am proving my screen name yet again with a rewrite of an old story! That I never finished! But hey, my writing skill have definitely improved.

For those unfamiliar, go watch season 2 of the Umbrella Academy. The blonde assassins? Those were the boys that inspired the rise of ol' Ikea Mafia Fam. As well as the following story in which a white woman born in the 80's tries to write the perspective of a poc woman in the 60s. (and prays she is not being offensive in any way and begs forgiveness if she is.)

Also:

Herb did not, in fact, take away the dead body of the Swede Assassin.

It was still laying in Raymond's living room, long after everyone else had disappeared in flashes of blue lights. Wrapped tightly in the rug his sister had gifted him and Allison on their wedding day.

Silent.

Foreboding.

Raymond watched the unmoving figure as he sipped at his scotch. There was no way in hell he could move it by himself. And who could he trust to ask for help to move it?

To move him, Raymond reminded himself harshly. It wasn't an it, it was a ‘him.’ That was a human body resting in his living room.

Who, admittedly, had tried to kill him and Allison. But still, Raymond could at least acknowledge him as a fellow human. After all, Raymond had tried so hard to be the respectful and peaceful man his grandmother raised him to be. Even when faced with the violence because of his involvement with the protests, or being unfairly treated time after time because of racism, he never raised so much as a hand to another human being.

He shouldn't try to deny another man his humanity, even if he was a dead would-be murderer.

But he was still stuck with a dead white man in his living room. It didn't matter that the man and his brother had forced their way into their home (his home, now that Allison was gone, but he didn't want to deal with that heartache on top of everything) with intent to kill both of them.

All the law would see was a white man dead in a colored man's house.

He would go to prison… No. He was going to be lynched for this. Old-fashioned hung from a tree for the whole city to see.

Raymond tipped the rest of the scotch back and poured another full glass as the liquid burned its way to his stomach. All of his work, gone. He had abandoned his education and teaching position so he could do his part for the Civil Rights movement. He had hoped he could do some good.

And instead, he had made things worse.

It was probably a good thing Allison had…left to be with her family. It was comforting to know she was safe and alive somewhere somewhen. A small, cold, comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

His lips touched the glass for another swig when he heard it. A noise so soft and quiet he was sure he had imagined it. Still, it made him freeze, his body tense as he held his breath, eyes darting to the rug.

No. The man was dead. It had been hours since the attack. There was no way he could be somehow still alive.

Raymond shook his head, deciding it was probably just the house settling, and shot back the drink once more, feeling the burn in his throat match the burn of his eyes. His whole life had just ended. It wouldn't be long before he would join…

His somber thoughts were cut off by another sound, this one unmistakable.

A groan of pain.

Raymond startled and jumped to his feet, throwing his glass out of reflex towards the body, which grunted as the glass bounced off the rug and shattered on the floor. He grabbed a butterknife off the table and held it towards the body; the cutlery shaking in his hand as he stared at the body.

But there was only silence. For what felt like hours, Raymond stood frozen yet mentally daring it to do something. Anything. If it did, he would… he would…

The rug moved as another groan cut through the heavy silence. There was no doubting the haggard breathing and muffled moan of pain that quickly increased in both volume and frequency. Raymond cursed every foul word his grandmother would've washed his mouth out for and ran back to the kitchen to grab an actual knife. The long thick butcher’s knife his wife had used so skillfully once upon a time.

He pushed that thought away and stalked back to the living room, gripping the wooden handle tightly in his shaking hand. Raymond towered over the rug, knife poised to strike where he assumed the man’s chest was. He had to do something swift. Otherwise…

Otherwise what? He was already a deadman walking.

The knife clattered harmlessly to the floor as Raymond regained his senses. He was going to die either way, but wouldn't it be better to die innocent than guilty? Not just for his soul, but for the Civil Rights movement? His brother and sisters?

Raymond dropped to his knees and desperately undid the knots he and Allison had tied, allowing the rug to fall open. The man's face was no longer placid with death, but grimacing in pain, pale lips pursed as he sucked in haggard breaths. Blood was caked dry around the remains of his right eye, dark purple and black bruises colored his neck, while the rest of his skin was as pale as his blond hair.

"Hey, uh buddy," Raymond said as he placed a hand on his shoulder, earning a painful grunt that caused him to yank his hand away. "Right. Sorry. Let's… let's get you to a hospital." Except questions would be asked, and Raymond would definitely be arrested.

But… what if there was a chance he could avoid that? Someone that could help him and the man before him.

"Actually, on second thought..."

~❖~

Lorelei groaned as she fell into the old couch, slipping off her shoes and rubbing the ache from her feet. The third twelve-hour shift in a row at the hospital had left the young nurse sore and exhausted. This week had been crazy between the street shooting and the asylum patients escaping.

Then there was the man found in the woods. She grimaced at the memory of being briefed by the operating room's recovery nurse as she was assigned to John Doe for the rest of her shift because the white nurse had been overwhelmed and needed help (nevermind the black's unit had been just as understaffed before they had dragged her away). Even though the nurse had rattled off the injuries--including the traumatic amputation of his leg-- seeing the young man as white as the sheets, covered in bandages, left her heart sore.

Dr. Wilson and his team had done their best, but they all had their doubts. No one knew how long the man had been in the woods, wounded. It had been a miracle he hadn't bled to death. But there had been plenty of time for sepsis to set in.

Lorelei's eyes were starting to drift shut when somebody desperately knocked at the front door; hard and frantic enough to rattle the glass panes of the windows. Her eyes shot back open and she jumped up out of instinct, her heart thundering in her chest as she stumbled around the coffee table to open the door.

She knew it was going to be an emergency, knew that she should expect anything, but yet she wasn't prepared for Raymond Chestnut to be standing on her old porch, a man nearly twice his size leaning heavily on him with an ill-fitting tan suit covered in blood.

A very pale, very white man.

"What the hell?" she started, automatically shifting to the white man's side, having to lift his arm to sling it over her shoulder to help support his weight.

People coming to her was no surprise. It was normal for her the way people in their neighborhood would knock on her door for help, ranging from childhood bumps and bruises, injuries from teenagers getting into fights, and other emergencies.

But that was from people in their neighborhood-- which was very much a black community. And while she was about as white-passing as they could get-- barely passing the paper-bag test most days--her skin was still far darker than the man she helped Raymond half-drag inside.

Her stomach curdled at the wounds she saw, though the bloody mess of an eye was probably the worst. One slight touch to the unconscious man's cheek and he snarled as he shifted away, his other eye fluttering beneath its closed eyelid. "Shit. We need to get him to a hospital, Ray!"

"I know!" he hissed back, keeping his voice low despite the fact the door was closed and no one else in the old two-story house but them. "But can you imagine me pulling in the ER with him like this? I'd be lynched by dawn!"

"What even happened?" She asked, noticing the darkening bruise around his neck. Without hesitating she quickly undid the silk tie and ripped the white shirt open. There was no mistaking the shadowing of hand-prints that wrapped around his neck. Obviously not an accident, but if Raymond got in a fight, and one serious enough to do this kind of damage, why would he bring the man here?

Nevermind that Raymond was as pacifistic as it got, and she couldn't see him doing this. Hell, even if Raymond was fighting for his life, she doubted he could cause this kind of damage.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said with a dry tone, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hell, I barely believe it, and I lived through it."

She shot him a look, "I worked in the ER on a full moon on Halloween this year. Try me."

Before he could begin, however, she stood and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. Raymond could hear the faucet running as she rummaged through drawers, and within a minute she was back with a basin of water and more than a few washcloths. "Well?" She snipped as she soaked a washcloth and wrung it out before starting to work on the caked blood around his eye, making the man hiss and flinch but not wake up.

"Him and his brother came to my house and attacked Ally and I. Allison did that," he gestured to the eye covered by a washcloth, "before telling his brother to kill him. Which I certainly thought he did when he strangled him, but…obviously not. So, here we are."

Lorelei paused and looked at him, confused and sure Raymond was lying to her. In fact, she was about to call out bullshit when she noticed the solemn look on his face. Raymond was a poor liar, and there was no way he could lie about something like this when he could barely keep a straight face about who had stolen the collards out of her abysmal attempt at a garden.

Yet there was nothing but complete honesty when he met her gaze, making her swear under her breath.

Allison, while always a bit different and headstrong for sure, was still a lady. Lorelei had a hard time seeing the hairdresser stabbing someone. Granted, being attacked in her own home would make anyone lash out.

But the attempted strangulation? And she told the man’s brother to do so, and then he apparently followed through with her command? How? Why?

As perplexing as the mystery was, right now it didn't matter. She had a patient to tend to, the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ did really matter. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and shifted to stand. "Come on, let's get him back in your car and get him to the hospital. We can say we found him on my doorstep like this. Dr. Cahoy is working tonight, and..."

The man's hand suddenly shot up and gripped Lorelei's wrist tightly, making her freeze and Raymond tense. The man's other eye was open and staring hard at her, the soft blue somehow violent. "No," he said, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper.

"No?" She repeated, incredulous. "I can't treat the trauma to that eye. We need to take you to the hospital."

"No," he repeated, his hand tightening slightly, his fingers easily encompassing her small wrist. For a moment, Lorelei feared he would pop her wrist out of joint. Yet after a brief moment his grip relaxed, though he didn't let go.

"You do realize you could lose your eye," Lorelei started, mentally adding 'if you haven't already.' The bloody mess concealed most of the damage, but she feared the worst already. Eyes couldn’t take a lot of damage before becoming blind, or needing to be removed. And, well, this one had been rather severely damaged.

The man stayed silent, his gaze not leaving hers. There wasn't an ounce of fear or worry in his expression. Just stubbornness and acceptance. "Fine," she sighed, giving in. "But in return for my services, you have to promise not to go after Ray and Allie, okay? Or any negro for that matter."

That was a big bluff for her to take, trying to demand that a white man make her a promise? Yet instead of being incensed, his gaze glanced briefly at Raymond before his eye fluttered close and he let go of her in apparent agreement.

Lorelei stood, rubbing her wrist as she mulled her options. This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. White men could get the care they need at the drop of a hat. They could get quality care no matter where they went. She needed to save her stores for those not so fortunate.

Yet something in her gut was leading her towards an idea that there was something was not quite right with the situation beyond the obvious. He only said one word, but there was a definite accent to it, and not one she was familiar with either. Her gut was telling her that she had to help him, and not just dump him off at the nearest ER.

"Ray, start boiling some water. Grab the pack of gauze and gloves under the sink too."

Raymond didn't ask any questions but nodded his head and followed her directions. Lorelei sighed as she touched the man's shoulder, making him crack open his good eye once more. "I'm serious here,” she continued softly yet firm. “I am not a doctor. I can do my best, but I doubt I can do anything to save your eye. You need a hospital."

"No," he repeated, though this time softer. Almost apologetic, as if he understood the moral quandary he was putting her through. Which, sympathy from a white man was just about as unbelievable as the rest of this.

She pushed the thought away. "Do you have any plans to hurt Ray or Allie?"

"...no." he closed his eye, becoming stoic but not before she saw a flash of something. Anguish? Regret? Or just pain?

"I'm holding you to that.” She didn’t much care about herself, but she wanted to protect her old friend and his wife. “Now, give me a name I can call you-- I don't need to be your real one," she continued as he looked at her strangely. "I just need a name you'll answer to."

"...Otto." That time she caught the accent but still didn't have an idea of where. Definitely not any of the local American drawls. Maybe that was why he was so much kinder than the usual white.

"Well, Otto, I'm Lorelei,” she returned with a tight smile. “And this is probably going to hurt like a son of a bitch."

#the swedes #tua #tua the swedes #tua otto #oscar tua #otto/oc #the umbrella academy season 2

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thehargreevesfamily · 10 months

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The hair made a difference

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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Could we have Five x Reader who is basically Black Cat or looks like Black Cat/Felicia Hardy? Feel completely free to ignore this if you don't feel like it and I hope you're having a nice day, thanks for all the stuff you write for Five<3.

thank u <3

That all? | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x black cat!reader

wc; 853

warnings: lots of sexual innuendo haha, spicyish scenes, violence

synopsis: all you do is flirt and five wishes you would shut the hell up

requests: CLOSED

a/n: five is 18+ here!!! mentally 30 something

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“There are easier ways to get me in the bedroom, you know,” You said, throwing a wink at the boy.

He rolls his eyes with a scoff. “Your head is so far up your ass you clearly can’t see the waves of disgust rolling off me.”

You quirk a brow at him. “What waves of disgust? All I’m getting is a whiff of narcissism.”

Five just clicks his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Are you going to help or what?”

You drag a hand across his shoulder, white hair ticking his neck as you lean in to whisper. “Help with what?”

Five tenses under your touch, but then wrinkles his nose and steps back. His face is red when he turns to face you and your smirk. “Help search for the goddamn file!”

“That all?”

Five narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but yes, that’s it.”

You shrug. “How unfortunate.”

Five crosses to the other side of the room, digging through the person’s desk. You do the same on the other side of the room, carefully peeking at each file. You discard them with little interest. You were only vaguely aware of what you were looking for. Honestly, you were more preoccupied with Five. Despite your flirty remarks, he remains… unaffected.

He genuinely seems repulsed by you.

And you hate it.

After all, he was the only person you’d ever wanted. Though you’d never say that out loud. You frown, sifting through more files when Five stops, and he stares out the door.

“What?” You ask, following his gaze.

“Someone’s here.”

As if on cue, multiple footsteps and voices are heard. Flashlights bounce off the wall, and Five curses under his breath.

“Hey!” Someone shouts, pointing towards where you were.

You meet Five in the middle of the bedroom. He rolls his shoulders back, then cracks his neck.

“Got any other moves, old man?”

“None you’d like.”

You whistle. “How would you know what I like? Do you imagine it late at night when you’re bored?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Not denying,” You sing-song, placing a hand on his arm and grinning up at him. He shakes you off.

“No, I do not. Now please stop messing around. We have company.”

Before you can reply, Five blinks towards the first man entering the room, grabbing their gun, and slamming the butt of it into their head.

The other guards rush into the room, and you decide to take action. The first guard to pass Five starts shooting at you and misses every single time.

“Bad luck?” You pout.

He furrows his brows in confusion, and you take your chance to slash at his chest with your claws. He doubles over, and you knee him in the stomach before smacking your elbow on his back. He falls to the ground with a groan. Once he’s down, you crush his neck with your foot and move on.

Another guard fires at you, and you slip past each bullet with ease. Once you reach him, you punch him in the nose. One hand flies to his face as you disarm him and shoot him in the head. On the other side of the room, Five groans, and your eyes snap up.

Breaking out into a run, you use a chair as leverage to jump and grab hold of the chandelier before swinging towards the first guy. You let go, balancing yourself on his shoulders, and cut his neck with a single claw. He falls to the ground, and you flip off him, grabbing onto the back of the other guard.

He yelps in surprise as your claws dig into his shoulders. You wrap your legs around his waist and swing yourself up and over his head. You sink your claws deeper so that when landing, you can throw him to the ground.

Once doing so, Five fixes his tie before snapping the person's neck.

“You’re better than I thought,” Five comments.

“I’m better than you think at lots of things,” You replied with a wink.

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

“I’d love to demonstrate for you.”

You step closer to Five, enough to reach one claw out and drag it down his cheek. “I can show you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Five’s lips purse into a thin line as he grabs your wrist. His hot breath hits your face. “And I can show you excruciating pain.”

“I knew you were into that.”

The boy’s grip on your wrist tightens before he throws you back with a huff. “I can’t fucking stand you.”

“But you can stand fucking me.”

“Yeah, 'cause I like you better with a cloth stuffed in your mouth.”

“That all?”

The boy just blinks out of the room in response, and you laugh. But then he blinks back, grabs your jaws, kisses you harshly, and shoves you up against the desk. Your hands tug on his hair as his slide under your shirt, but then he pulls back with a shit-eating grin.

“That’s all,” He said, and this time when he blinked away, he didn’t come back.

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#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #five x you #five x y/n #tua five x reader #tua #tua fic #the umbrella academy season 2 #the umbrella academy #tua s2 #tua five #tua s3 #aidan gallagher

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