#five hagreeves x reader

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Ooh hcs for a jealous and possessive Five

This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅

Five Hargreeves when he's jealous

Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end

Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit

It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you

However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well

He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with

He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you

He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3

A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares

When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows

An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them

Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone

If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach

Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off

He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer

Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to

Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)

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I’ll love you in every multiverse I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! ( Yes Im writing another one ) WC: 1,791

Summary: The Umbrella’s can understand jumping through time and all its rules, yeah fuck with the timeline and it’ll fuck you right back. But what happens when a portal opens up in the middle of the academy and outfalls a girl who claims to be Five’s wife from a different universe.

Disclaimer: This takes place after season one if Viktor didn’t blow up the moon. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡

The Umbrella Academy had saved the world from its supposed end. The siblings had lounged around the academy slowly letting reality set that they had avoided their demise. It was the next morning when each of them woke up to check their surroundings, making sure that doomsday wasn’t there.

Five went downstairs for his morning coffee when he saw Allison scrolling for flights on her phone and Klaus checking where was the next place he could buy drugs.

“Leaving so soon?” He questioned.

Allison looked up at him although happy to see her brother, guilty because he was right.

“I have to go see my daughter. After everything that has happened I need her now just as much as she needs me.”

Five nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from, although a little irked she wasn’t wasting any time running away.

At this time a portal had opened above the living room. The rest of the siblings (Luther, Viktor, Diego) had rushed down to see what the loud noise was. It was like Deja Vu when Five came back. In the portal, they could see a fight happening. Figures that had looked like them in a place that looked like their home. A woman’s back came close to the portal, they could see she was in combat but stood observing. Another man who they couldn’t identify, had pushed the woman through the portal.

A girl who looked to be in her early twenties had fallen through. Her face was covered in soot, her hair black as night, and her eyes closed in pain. She was wearing a navy body suit that clung to her figure, and blood, not her own, stained the fabric.

The Hargreeves gathered around to observe this strange phenomenon trying to assess the danger of the situation. They were used to people going after them, so why would this time be different.

You coughed loudly before sitting up, and each sibling tensed with adrenaline. The girl looked around the room with blazing blue eyes before she landed on the youngest Hargreeves.

“Five?” you questioned.

Everyone turned to look at Five.

Luther spoke up first, “You know her?”

“I have never met her in my life.” Five retorted.

The girl dusted off her suit before standing. “Well if you never met me, you either will meet me or I’m dead in this universe.”

“The names y/n , y/n Hargreeves.”

“I don’t remember our father adopting anyone else,” Diego said. He raised his knives, carefully ready to strike at any move she would make.

“That’s because I wasn’t adopted into this family. Married actually.” And with this, she held up her left hand, a beautiful diamond ring shone in the light with a gold band beneath it. The diamond was embellished with 2 smaller emeralds on the side, perhaps representing her lover’s eyes.

“Married? To who.” Viktor questioned.

“To him.” She looked back at Five.

“Well not to him, an alternate version of him. We met a few years ago and got married, thus me joining his chaotic family.”

“So what are you saying you guys are married in a different timeline?” Klaus asked.

“No, not a different timeline, a different universe.” She sat down on the couch.

Your brain felt like it was rattling against your skull, and your body ached. You took a minute to think. Fuck, it was going to be difficult to get back to your Earth. And to make things better you had no idea where to start.

“Alright before you all start firing questions at me, someone get me a cup of coffee, black please.” You threw a jacket that hung over the couch on you to hide the state of your clothes. "Allow me," The alternate of your husband said. Five quickly blinked the two of you into the car and began to drive. "So you and I, are married in another multiverse."

"Correct." "You look to be about my age, how come I haven't met you yet here." Surerly he would remember someone as beautiful as you. "Well it's as I said, my version here could be dead or you might not have met her yet. That being said although 18 out of the 20 multiverses I have visited, we are together." "And the other two?" "In Earth 216, we are strangers, never have crossed paths, and never will. We simply live our lives with other people." Five's eyebrows furrowed. For some reason even if he didn't know Daisy, he didn't like the idea of you with someone else. "In Earth 894, we were madly in love but our egos destroyed us, and we were never the same since." Five could tell there was more to that story but didn't press any further. "So tell me about us, how did we end up together." "I was Diego's friend first, he and I met in the police force. Diego kinda took me under his wing as I was the youngest graduate out of the academy. Perks of having a high IQ. Anyway, he invited me over after your father's funeral. " "Long story short, you fell in love with my charms and I was the only one who could tolerate you. We got married not too long after. It was a small wedding but it's my most precious memory. Our families had gathered together at the church no too far away from here. You cried on our wedding day by the way." Inciting a side glare from Five.

"But...that's where we had some problems." "Do you remember when I fell out of that portal?" Five nodded his head remembering seeing a fight in the alternate dimension. "Well, apparently some of the 43 are not too happy about their powers, nor happy about living among the common people, they believed themselves superior and it became chaos." The two of you arrived at Griddys. Five walked over to the side of your door and opened it for you. "Thank you, darling." You said with a smile. Five's heart spiked at the nickname. He shook his head at the feeling, obviously, it's just what you were used to calling YOUR Five. The two of you sat at the counter and ordered your coffees and sweets. You signed before pulling out a small stack of photos from inside your suit. "This is us and your family." The photo was a picture of you and Five on your wedding day. Five had never looked so happy. Beside him was Luther who he assumed was his best man, next to him was Viktor, Diego, and a man who looked like you. You must have caught his staring, "That's my brother Damien." He nodded and looked beside you. You were wearing a long white dress with intricate lacing, the dress was strapless with a square neckline and had a small slit on the side. Your veil was flipped over your head and flowed down your back. Beside you was Allison as your maid of honor and two other women who he assumed were your friends. You weren't looking at the camera but at him. The next picture you gave him was a close-up of the two of you. You were the one taking the photo. His alternate self was older and had longer hair and facial hair, but he faced your side kissing your cheek affectionately. "This is my favorite photo of you." You handed him another photograph but this one didn't have you in it. This one was a picture of just Five and in his arms a little girl. She looked like you. Five gulped, a million questions ran through his head. Could this... could this have been his future if he didn't make that stupid jump? You said that not all multiverses are the same, you and him could never meet in this one. But that didn't stop his heart from hurting at the thought of missing out on a life of happiness because of his arrogance. "Before you jump to conclusions, she's not ours. She's my niece that we were babysitting. You just looked so sweet with her. You had always told me you wanted kids before but I wasn't ready." You had looked away sadly. In your home, Five always wanted to settle down and raise a family of his own, but you felt like you weren't ready. Now you regretted not because you weren't sure if you would ever be able to get back home. The two of you sat in silence drinking your coffee, both thinking about the what-ifs. "So...how did you end up here. I've been able to time travel but I've never thought about the possibility of multi-dimensional traveling." "As I said there was a fight between us, your family, and some of the 43. They called themselves the Ascendants. Believe to be the superior race." You took a deep breath before continuing. "The Ascendants had a man who could travel the multiverse with his own power, no special gear or machine need. We had planned to capture him but miscalculated. He was ready for us and he aimed to take out me, his biggest threat."

You took another breath before looking into Five's eyes. "I can warp reality. It is essentially in the name. I can manipulate reality itself, altering the fabric of existence according to my will." "But not without a cost," you continued. "Each time I control something, and the bigger it is, the more of my life force I use." Five sat in silence. This was a lot of information to take in. "So what now. How do I help you get back home." "I have...no clue. You were always the smarter one of the two of us." You sighed. It was going to take a lot of research and time to figure it out. "Well, I'm newly retired and have nothing on my plate so let's start at the library come on." He hopped off the stool and made his way to the door. "You coming?" He said turning to look at you. You smiled, he was a great man. Even if this Five wasn't your husband you loved him no matter what. You ran up looping your arm in his making your way out of Griddy's. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚

Author's note: I got tons of drafts just full of ideas I've had and never gone through with. I've been rewatching the MCU films and Spiderverse so that was kinda my inspiration for this one. If you like my work check out my other Five stories here! I also always appreciate comments and feedback! It definitely keeps me going. She's my Angel Pt1. Shes my Angel Pt2.

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even at the end→ umbrella academy (allison, five, and viktor)

→ Coming from a complex family means dealing with complex emotions. Fortunately, you’re not the favourite sibling without reason. Or, even at the end, you’re there when they need you most. 

[warnings: season 3 spoilers!]

how you comfort them – allison, five and viktor

☂ Having the power to manipulate reality literally on the tip of her tongue meant that for most of her life, 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 was used to getting what she wanted. And then the world ended. And though she outran the doom twice–she feels like she’s died each time.

Claire doesn’t exist, Ray is dead and she is alone in her despair. 

The pain she feels is worthy of two Apocalypses, and it only worsens when she tries to manipulate her daughter and husband back into existence only to fail. When nothing happens, your sister chokes on a sob as she bites her tongue, ignoring the iron that floods her mouth as she stumbles into the bathroom. 

Swallowing her agony, she knows,  is the only way to make sure she doesn’t manifest anymore into existence. Only, when she sees herself in the mirror, sees a woman who not only had it all but lost it all–she cracks.

Her heart swells and then breaks again. Her anger spikes. And suddenly, she’s pummelling the mirror in front of her so that it can match her own splintered self before you’re storming into the bathroom with a tight mouth and fierce eyes. 

In a matter of seconds, you have her wrapped in a hug that promises safety and refuge and actual reprieve as the familiar warmth of your power blankets her. “It’s okay, Al,” you encourage quietly, after the entire warmth of your power seeps into her bones.  “You can let it all out now”.

With her power muted, her tongue no longer laden with what she now knows is a gift curse, your sister shoves her head from the crook of your neck and screams. 

☂  After wasting away in an Apocalyptic wasteland where your family died, becoming a time-travelling Assassin so you could save them from their fates– 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 knows there are far worst things than death.

One of said things is the realisation he’s failed, and that this time, there isn’t anything he can do. 

As the loss festers and he watches the universe begin to tear, he doesn’t notice you plonking next to him until the smell of peanut butter catches his attention. 

Rightfully stupefied, your brother takes the peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich from your hands and blinks at your smiling face.

It’s a reward, he knows.

Your brother only ever treated himself with the snack when he thought himself deserving of a slice of goodness after winning at something. So the knowing look he catches in your gaze makes his mouth tremble as he takes the sandwich, his vision beginning to blur.

It takes one bite for him to cry, for you to pull him towards you as the years worth of bloodshed and chaos feel like an infinity ago as a single memory eclipses every other hell he’s ever lived through: all of you clambered in the Kitchen, together, testing the combination for the very first time as Mom and Pogo smile at you all from the wings. 

Luthor and Allison are grinning, Ben ducks between Diego and Klaus as he hides behind Viktor and you’re right next to him. Peanut butter on your cheek as sunlight catches your hair. 

He wants the memory to be the last thing he sees.

☂ 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑 always wanted to be involved with the family. From what the others told him, he’d grown up practically non-existent in the the Academy with his “non-existent” abilities, always the outsider looking in. And then, he’d caused the end of the world in 2019, and again sixty years before. Still, he tries to help as he pretends Allison doesn’t really mean it when she says she’ll never forgive him.

But with the world ending and time running out, he doesn’t want to spend his last moments failing at the one thing he’s only ever wanted so he finds a little windowsill and sits alone. That is, until you join him at his side and asks if he remembers the time you all broke Klaus out of the Mausoleum to get Griddy’s Donuts, or the time you both caught Diego and Ben sniffing paint in the basement.

When he tells you he can’t really remember since there are still gaps in his memory, something in his chest loosens and he sits a little straighter as you start telling him stories of all your times together. The stories you tell him vary from chaotic shenanigans to moments of rare peace, though in every story, he finds that there is one thing that is constant: He is there with you, always. 

He’d always been part of the family.

It’s a humbling, beautiful, realisation–one that comes in the form of tears he blinks away and the feeling of utter completion that softens his shoulders and face. You’re equally blinking back something and though it kinda looks like sleep, your movements are alert and calculated as you gently take his hand. 

“I guess it’s your turn now, hmm?” you tease lazily, eyes glinting. “Tell me about Dallas.”

Thinking, it takes only a moment for your brother to tell you about Sissy, and how the very first time they met was when she plowed him down with her car. 

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S2E4 “the majestic 12”Anne Graves version.

The Umbrella Academy☂

A.N. Hi guys! I hope you’ll like this. I know it took quite long, but I hope this was worth the wait. S2E5 is coming soon. This is a self-insert I hope you all are fine with that. I modeled Anne after myself. Should I make a x reader version of this? Let me know. Ok enjoy.

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A.N. but with spoiler:

I decided to put Anne with a loving version of Reginald because I think it would make a more interesting story line. This is also a Five x Anne kinda thing. I know what you’re thinking like “ew he’s 58” but I promise it’ll make sense.

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Diego walks up to Grace with an open mouth, “Mom?”

“Now the only one that calls me that is my daughter.” Grace says amused with a Texan accent. “Everything all right, hon?”

“You’re real.” Grace chuckle at that sentence, “If this is your idea of a come-on, it’s not goin’ well.”

Diego shakes the smile of his face, “No. Actu… Uh… Uh, do…do you know a man named Sir Reginald Hargreeves?”

Grace became a little confused, “Reggie? He’s my date this evenin’.” Diego’s eyes fell out of his sockets.

“Your date?” Diego, looking like a kid who just saw his parents kiss, “Ugh.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” Grave said sounding very much offended.

“No. No, no, it’s… it’s just, uh…” he started stuttering realising he’s about to blow his cover, “It’s just a lot to process. The…”

Grace was still very confused, her face looked like if she just witness an alien abduction. “The thought of the two of you, I… I can’t picture that in my head. That is…”

“That’s nasty.” Diego said with the sass of Cardi B.

“Uh…” Grace said then she sighed. “You’re a little odd, aren’t you?”

Diego said “Yeah.” Like she just taught him the world’s hardest maths problem.

Grace laughed softly. “I mean, no.” Diego stopped himself realising he just called himself odd.

“Uh… Do you know where he is?”

“He said somethin’ about a quick meetin’, and he’d be right back. That was 20 minutes ago.”

“Never good to keep a lady waiting.”

“Tell him that if you find him.” With that and a sip of her drink she walked away.

“Wait.” Said Diego. “Didn’t you say you have a daughter?” Diego ask genuinely curious. 

“Yep. She my little ball of sunshine.” Grace saying with a little sigh and laughter. “Actually she’s not really mine but,” Grace moved back to their original speaking position, “She’s Reggie’s kin.” She said that kind of space out and sort of sad. “But she accepted me from day one, calling me ‘Ma’, giving me mother’s day presents-“ while saying that she change her demeanour to a happy one. “She actually gave me this for my birthday.” Grace said that while holding her necklace, smiling brightly.

“Ma!” an East Asian girl ran over to Grace. She looked to be in her early teens, she was one the bigger side but she wasn’t fat, she had short black bob hair with it curling at the end there was also a hairband on it, she was wearing a nice A-lined dress that was teal in colour. “They’re going to be playing your favourite song! You gotta come see!”

“Annie. That was rude you didn’t even greet this kind-“She looked Diego up and down, and went ‘well… close enough?’, “gentleman.”

“Oh. Sorry, Ma.” Then she looked at Diego. “Good evening, Sir.” Anne said giving a bow, then her hand. “My name’s Anne.” Anne said in a calm demeanour.

Diego took her hand to shake it. “Diego. Diego Hagreeves. ” Diego suddenly realise what he was saying mid-sentence, but it was like his mouth and his brain were 2 different people.

“Huh. You the same last name as my father.” Diego wanted to dig a hole and die, because you know Five and/or Lila would have done it themselves. Thank god what followed was…

“Must be a very common last name.” Diego let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Yeah, must be.”

“Now if you would excuse me, I need to take my Ma to the dance floor.” Grace laughed. “Of Couse, don’t let me stop you.” Diego moved his arm in the direction of the dance floor.

Anne turned around excitedly, “Ma. We gotta go fast if not you’re goin’ miss it.” The young girl held her mum’s hand and pull her to the dance floor.

“Sorry I couldn’t talk more.” With that Grace’s daughter, now established as ‘Anne’ pulled her away.

“Hey, uh, Grace?”

“It was nice meeting you.”

“You too.”

Diego watched as his (mum?) walked away with his (sister?), and sighed, “Poor kid.”

“Lila.”

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Anne brought her mum to the dance floor, where Grace proceeded to say “Oh, this is my song!” Grace put her belongings with Anne to go dancing. While dancing a random guy asked her if he could buy her a drink and she accepted.

Anne watched all from afar, she couldn’t dance due to her being a kid. (there was a strict no kids allowed party, but when you’re Reginal Hagreeves’s daughter you are allowed into the party)

While watching she decided to go find her father maybe she’ll be more of a helping hand there. As she was walking she got lost every staircase looked the same, every part of the wall was covered with the same colour or the same wallpaper, every window the same. (I mean the view was different but, it wasn’t helping)

All of a sudden, she heard noises that sounded like fighting? She followed the sound. (what did she have to lose?) She got up just in time, to see five yeet someone out the window! She looked around to see the man she met not 30 minutes ago getting choke to his death by 2 white-haired men.

 She ran to his aid. Firstly, Anne grabbed a knife that Lila was previously using to save five and used it to stab into (the white haired-man that was using a piece of (cloth?) to choke Diego)’s thigh. (We’re going to call this one A, the other Mofo and Yeeted one, Yeet. Okay?)

He stopped choking Diego due to the pain on his leg, and fell to the ground. Next was Mofo and Diego, They had a battle like they we’re in street fighter 2. Highlights included: Diego yeeting Mofo’s head out of the window, Diego smashing a glass bottle on Mofo’s head and Diego high kicking Mofo. Anne watch in awe as this all happened.

When Diego finally knocked out Mofo, he looked out the window and said “Dad.” Without acknowledging Anne he ran down the stairs.

Anne wanted to following him but her curiosity got the best of her, and she went looked out the window. She saw her parents that seem to be talking to the police, “Oh, shoot.”

She quickly ran down the stairs.

She ran as fast as her leg would take her, because she was scared that her father might punish her. Don’t get me wrong her father might be much more loving than how he treated the Umbrella Academy but, she was still Reginald Hagreeves’s daughter and he was still Reginald Hagreeves.

Anne ran to her parents and acted normal. (maybe if she acted like nothing happened they’ll act the same way)

“Annie! Darling! Where were you? I turned my head and you were gone! We we’re about to report a missing case to the police!” Grace said frantically.

“Anne Gables Hagreeves! Where were you?”

“I’m sorry daddy. I saw Ma having fun, and I wasn’t of much help. So I wanted to find you. I thought maybe I could help out, but I got lost.” She ended it a bit softly.

Reginald face soften. “Okay. At least you’re back in one piece.” This might be very out of character for the Umbrella Academy’s Reginald, but this is Anne Hagreeves’s Reginald. “Let’s get you in the car and back home. That’s enough playing for you.”

Without a word Anne walked to the car. Reginald open the car for his girlfriend and daughter to get in. First was Grace, then Anne but before she could step in, there was a boy about her age who started shouting something that she could not understand. While she was yelling her father looked locked in, like he was in some sort of spell.

Anne asked her father, “Daddy, what is that boy saying?” Reginald seem to snap out of it and said, “Nothing that you need to know, Sweetie.”

“Reggie. What are you waiting for? We need to go.” Her mother said firmly. So, she stepped in the car, followed by her father. Confused her mother asked “Who was that?”

“No one important.” Reginald said nonchalantly.

“Was that him?” Diego asked.

“Yeah.” Five replied.

Grace turned her attention to the young girl sitting in front of her, “And you. Never run away like that again. Okay?”

“Yes, Ma.”

“You gave me a heart attack.” Saying that Grace cupped her daughter’s face.

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Anne lied in her bed, she was so confused her dad always told her everything, she even knew about the Kennedy assassination and how her father was against it. He denying her information to her was weird to say the least. She was also thinking about the fight that Mr Diego was having. She didn’t know that he was a fighter. He even used the same techniques that she was used to, the same ones her father taught her. She was also thinking about Diego calling (her dad maybe?) dad. It all didn’t make sense to her. When she was done stressing about that she was wondering about who was that crazy boy that was yelling at her and her father. She’d met crazy people and people that liked yelling at her father but she couldn’t stop thinking about this boy-

“Annie are you asleep?” Reginald said in an assertive manner.

Anne sat straight up like a spring that had just been bend. “Why do you ask Daddy?” Anne said excitedly, “Are we going out?”

“Sadly no, my child. Your mother and I are going out.”

“But Daddy… why can’t I go?”

“It’s about a serious matter-“

“Like JFK?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Then I’ll stay home alone.” Anne said sadly. “But you won’t be alone.” The father said to his daughter. Before Anne could question it, Reginald said “I want you to meet Pogo.”

A small young baby monkey walked out from the darkness of her room. “You may treat him as a brother, or a servant, either way he’ll listen to your every word.” While he was saying that the young Pogo jumped on the bed next to Anne.

She was a bit scared. “Don’t be scared darling.” She did not move. “Come on touch him.”

She reluctantly did, and Pogo snuggled against her hand. She was happy at this.

“Okay. Go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He walked out but before he completely step out the door, he said “I love you.”  He said without looking back. “I love you too.” Reginald smiled at that and closed the door.    

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I Love You//Hcs

or how Five tells you he loves you (in his own special Five way)...

He'll share his coffee with you. In the early mornings, when you've just woken up, you usually find a cup of coffee set out for you. Five never mentions it, murmuring a "good morning" to you instead before he resumes in drinking his own

He'll remember small details about you. The way your eyes crinkle when you genuinely smile. That barely mentioned fact about your childhood. Your favorite smell. Things that you find insignificant intrigue him. He wants to learn everything about you

He can't keep his eyes off of you. He's fascinated by you and everything you do. Often a small smile will creep its way onto his face as he watches you. Whenever you catch him, he'll look away but that smile doesn't leave

He'll worry over you. "Did you eat enough today?" "How much did you sleep last night?" "Do you need anything?" "Call me...please." "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He'll always want to be touching you. It's subtle and he usually doesn't bring a lot of attention to it. A hand resting on your back. A brush of his shoulder with yours. Holding your hand, fingers threaded while he rubs circles with his thumb. Sitting close enough that your legs would be touching. Leaning into you. Both of you find comfort in the subconscious and consistent physical contact of the other

He'll try to catch your eye. Whenever he thinks of you, he'll make eye contact and smirk. Whenever he wants to know how you're feeling, he'll look deep into your eyes, eyebrows raised in a silent question. there is always a quick fleeting glance here and there throughout the day. He finds your eye contact intoxicating

He'll take care of you in any way he can. Holding you when you cry. Staying awake with you until you fall asleep, no matter how strong the force of sleep tugs at his eyes. Protecting you. Putting aside everything so he can help you. He tries to ensure you that he has your back and is always there for you

Kisses! Lazy good morning/night kisses. It's always the first and last thing he does in the day. Quick, half goodbye kisses as you both go off to where you need to be. Distracting kisses he presses on your face, arms, legs, shoulders to get your attention. Random unexpected kisses that render you speechless afterwards, as he walks away like that wasn't the most amazing kiss you've ever had. The slow calm kisses, when he needs a breath of peace and air. And the deep kisses that he pours his heart and soul into bc he's just overwhelmed by how much he feels for you

"I love you."

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l o n g e d - {Five x Reader AU}

Read Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 / Part 3.5

Warning: smut

Word Count: 2,713

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Call me.

You've been dreading this note from Five for the past week. It's not that the words are new--a week ago, it would've been excitement causing the twisting feeling in your stomach--but it's the fact that this is the first note you've gotten since you're meltdown. Sure, he'd brushed off your apology, but it's been almost a full week since you've seen each other, and something just doesn't feel the same. Even your roommate has noticed something's off, and while you've shared the news about your ex, you can't bring yourself to tell her how you've gone and proven yourself to be more work than you're worth to Five. So, while the note itself is normal enough, you have the sinking sensation that this is his version of "We need to talk."

And you don't want to talk.

That's why it takes you hours to finally steel yourself up enough to return his call. The sky's growing dark by the time you dial in the number, standing in the hall with you head tilted back against the wall, the phone cord weaving between your fingers.

"Five." His brusque voice makes you want to hang up the phone. Instead, you adjust your grip and tug at the cord.

"Hey," you say, softly. "It's Y/N."

"Took you long enough." His voice is still flirting with being abrasive, but he's saying more than just a couple of words which must mean something. You're not sure what though. "What are you doing in...two hours?"

Confusion knits your brow together as you wrap the cord around one of your fingers. "Nothing, I'm free."

"Howling Rock Cafe. I'll be at the bar."

"Ok," you agree. There's a pause and then the other end of the line goes dead.

You sigh before slowly untangling yourself from the cord so you can hang up the phone and get ready

It's glaringly obvious within the first few seconds of entering the bar that this is not Five's scene.

You can't help but compare this place to the smoky night club where you first met.  It's like night and day--and not just because this place has strobe lights bathing just about every inch of the room in colorful lights.

For one, it seems to be crawling with barely legal drinkers. It's not like the two of you are that far removed in age from the rest of the crowd, but Five doesn't exactly seem the type to want to relive college nights out.

And then there's a cover band with the amps turned up way too high as they work their way through pop covers. You miss the lyric-less music of the other bar with its relentless beat that seemed to reverberate in your chest.

It crosses your mind that maybe Five had meant another place or that you'd misheard him on the phone, but then you catch sight of him sitting at the bar with a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

"What are you drinking?" You ask, slipping into the seat next to him. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, pupils already blown wide. His gaze slides from the curve of your breasts that disappear beneath the plunging neckline of your little black dress down to your legs.

His eyes flick back up to meet yours. "Brandy. For now."

The line would be clumsy on another man's lips, but something about the way he says it has you dizzy, and it's the one piece of Five that's seemed anywhere close to normal since that night.

You tear your eyes away from him, flagging down the bartender to order yourself a gin, neat.

"So," you say, anxiety knotting in the pit of your stomach as you toy with the question that's been on your mind the entire way to the bar. "Howl's?" You change course last second, asking a different, less terrifying question.

"I've heard things about this place," Five said with a shrug. "Figured I'd check them out."

"What'd you hear?" It's genuine curiosity, and maybe it's the refocused attention or maybe it's the large gulp of gin, but you feel yourself relaxing slightly.

"I heard they're heavy pourers," Five says, taking a sip of his drink. He lifts both eyebrows and places the glass back down on the bar.  "But it would seem I heard wrong."

You laugh. Nothing about this place suggests they have strong drinks. The prices are too cheap. The crowd is too young.

"At least the atmosphere is nice," you quip, and Five looks around the room before shooting you a mildly amused look. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by a loud group of co-eds who just walked in the door. You turn to look. One is draped in a pink "It's my birthday!" sash. This does not bode well.

"Let's go back to mine. I've restocked," you offer, but Five shakes his head. You wait for him to share a reason or even pick up the sentence he didn't get out, but he doesn't, instead taking another sip of his subpar brandy.

You wish that you had your own drink in front of you, shooting a look at the bartender who looks to be making about four drinks at once. The knot inside of you has come back, growing even tighter as the silence extends. Silence has never been uncomfortable with Five before.

You attribute this largely to the fact that up until this point you've always been so careful about following the rules of engagement, as it were. And while you don't know for sure, it feels like you're guilty of a breach of contract. You wish you could remember what you said, but you can hardly even remember what you did. It's all a blur.

You know he came over, you announced your ex's engagement, and then he tucked you into bed and made sure you had coffee the next morning.

There had to have been more to that night than just that, though. Because emotions and caretaking--that wasn't part of the deal.

Then again, neither was going out to bars.

The  bartender placed your gin in front of you and gratefully you took a long drink from it. You could feel Five's eyes on you as you lowered the glass back down.

"That kind of day?" he asked.

You returned your attention to him. "That kind of week," you corrected. He nodded and toasted you with his own glass before the both of you drank.

You tapped your finger lightly against the side of your gin, the alcohol had yet to take hold but you could feel the warming sensation flowing through you. It was enough of a comfort to know that soon the nerves that had been humming beneath your skin all week would be quiet. "So, why are we here?" The words slipped past your lips, earning a raised eyebrow from Five.

"I told you, I wanted to check this place out."

"That's it?" Your finger still beat steadily against the side of your glass.

You could see the awareness dawn on Five, a sly smile twisting at his lips. "I can't just want your company?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Or maybe it was three. And although the alcohol was supposed to have you pleasantly numb, instead you felt like you were on fire. "I would have thought you had enough of my company after last week."

Realization reached his eyes this time as he shook his head at you. "No," he said, angling his body more towards yours. "I haven't had enough."

The two of you are in the bathroom two hours later.

As far as bar bathrooms go, it's surprisingly clean and roomy. The second part is probably due to the fact the owners had opted for a single use closet style bathroom as opposed to anything remotely functional for the size of the crowd this place has drawn in with it's mediocre music and watered down drinks.

It's not the worst place to have sex, but if you were in your right mind you probably would have insisted that Five pop you back to your place instead. But the consecutive drinks and Five's hand trailing up your thigh had been so intoxicating, you didn't even protest when he took your hand in his and dragged you in here to push you up against the sink.

His mouth is on your neck now, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin there, his hands keeping your dress bunched up at your waist. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he moves your panties to the side, pressing a finger into you. "Five," you mumble, a moan escaping you as he curls his finger.

"Louder," Five commands, his lips grazing against your neck, moving down to trail love bites along your collarbone. He pushes into you again, and his name falls from your lips again, this time at a normal volume.

"Louder," Five urges, kissing under your jaw, as you fist the back of his shirt in your hands. Your entire body feels like a taut string, and he's just getting started. You know this has to be quick, there's probably going to be a line outside, but the way his fingers are moving has effectively killed all thoughts outside of the fact that you haven't lost him. He's still, in some small way, yours.

"Five, please," you plead, and you're not quite sure what you're pleading for--release or more of him.

"Fuck," he swears, withdrawing from you and spinning you around, so you have both hands on either side of the sink, your ass exposed to him. He leans in close, and you can feel the length of his entire body against your back.  "I love it when you beg." His whisper is hot in your ear, and a needy gasp leaves you. Dirty talk isn't part of the usual routine, and you didn't expect it to have such an effect.

He withdraws, his fingers tucking into the sides of your underwear and dragging them down to your knees. Behind you, you hear his buckle clink as he frees himself from his pants. It's a second more of anticipation before his hands find your hips, and he slowly enters you, allowing you to feel each inch of him. His fingers dig into your hips as a groan leaves him. Warmth blooms in your chest, and you promise yourself that you'll remember this moment and that sound forever.

Five continues to move at a sensual pace, and your eyes flick up to the mirror, taking in his face. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and an intense but unidentifiable feeling builds in you. And then his hips unexpectedly snap into yours, earning him a loud moan.

It also seems to earn a knock at the door.

"Alright guys, wrap it up. Other people need to use the bathroom," a gruff voice says on the other side of the door.

It might have been a bit of a mood killer if it weren't for the fact that Five repeats the motion, leaving you gasping. He pulls you up close to him, one hand on your hip and the other toying with your breast. "Can't leave them waiting," he grunts, and your head lolls back onto his shoulder. Despite the fact that it's been shorter than the vast majority of your sessions together, you're more of a needy mess then you've ever been. Maybe it's the combination of the alcohol and publicness and the sounds coming from Five, but whatever it is, it's not long before you're cumming, and not long after, he is too.

There's now pounding at the door.

"Come on, you guys gotta get out. Let's go."

Five smirks at you from where he's pulling his pants back up--or at least, if he was anyone else you'd call it a smirk. It's softer than usual though--although it's still not quite a smile. Like you're in on the joke with him. It makes your heart beat a little faster, and you're just able to stop yourself from a full blown smile, the corners of your mouth turning down in an attempt to seem cool as usual. He gestures with his head towards the door, and after checking yourself in the mirror and making yourself seem slightly more presentable, you follow him out, keeping your eyes trained on the floor so you don't have to look at the bouncer or line of people waiting by the door.

Unfortunately, the bouncer seems to have other plans.

"Y/N?"

You know that voice. Without the door between you and the fake gruffness, it's clear as day, and it feels a bit like someone has dumped a bucket of cold water over your head. You feel painfully sober.

Your eyes widen, and you turn to see your ex dressed in the black t-shirt and jeans, looking just as shocked to see you.

"Oh my God," you mumble.

"Uh--" he says, pointing to the door, and you make your way towards it, Five still next to you, and your ex following up behind you. You stop just beside the door, across from where another bouncer is checking IDs.

"Sorry, I--you can't stay." He does seem genuinely apologetic, and you're not sure if it's just the awkwardness of the whole situation or if he really feels bad.

"No, no. I get it," you shake your head. Five's hand drifts to the small of your back, and your previously blank mind remembers that oh yeah--he's here too. This is the worst moment of your life. "Oh, this is, um, Five. Five, this is Jordan. We...we used to date." That seems like a wildly simplistic introduction for both of them, but you're still reeling.

"Five? Like the kid from The Umbrella Academy?"

Five's smile is so fake you wouldn't be surprised if Jordan could also sense the thinly veiled animosity. "The very same," Five says, holding out his hand and shaking Jordan's. His arm returns around you.

Jordan looks like he's a mixture of confused and impressed, and before this situation can get any worse, you open your mouth and start saying words, hoping they come out in order and make sense.

"I didn't know you work here."

Jordan's eyes linger on Five for a second more before meeting yours. "Yeah, I had to pick up another job...I'm getting married."

"Oh, congratulations." you say less than earnestly, pushing hair behind your ear. Emotion swirls in your chest, pressure building to react--to sob, to scream, to sink into the ground. Anything but stand here.

"Well," Five says, coming to your rescue. "I should take her home." You look up at him, and there's a ghost of smugness on his face. If you hadn't studied him for so long, you might have missed the look, but it's there.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Jordan nods, stepping back towards the bar. "It was good to see you, Y/N."

It's a lie. But he's not the only liar here. "You too," you say nodding. "Good luck with the wedding."

"Thanks," he nods again like a bobblehead, and you turn and head out the door quickly with Five.

The two of you walk down the sidewalk and towards the parking garage in silence. It's not until you're passing rows of cars that Five speaks.  "Did you drive?"

You shake your head, your thoughts still on the way Five had handled that situation. You have a terrible feeling.

It's unspoken that Five will give you a ride home, so you don't bother to ask for a ride. Instead, you save up your question, waiting until the two of you are stopped at a red light, halfway home to ask.

"Did you know he worked there?"

The corner of Five's mouth turns up. "Might have been a thing I heard about that place."

You have more questions, but you don't want to ask them. That one was enough to shatter the illusion you'd been creating all night.

That he had brought you out because he wanted your company.

That he might return a hint of the feelings you had for him.

That this was something other than what it was.

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The Hargreeves Kerfuffle  Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

TUA Series Part 1:  Disastrous Childhood

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

An idea came to me at 2am after binging TUA S2 and rewatching S1 right after!

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows when the young Hargreeves Siblings had their powers manifested and the development of The Umbrella Academy.

Contains: Sibling Angst and Fluff. Reginald being a crappy father but sometimes not really?

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

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A/N: This is my first ever TUA fic and I’m doing a series. WOw ambitious I know. Anyways I hope you enjoy! And tell me how you feel about it!

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On October 1, 1989, 43 women across the globe gave birth despite them not being pregnant when the day began. In news of this mysterious happenings, Sir Reginald Hargreeves immediately went out of his way to find as many of these special babies. He has successfully adopted 8 of these children and you were one of them.

One might think that when a person adopts not one, but eight kids would have so much love to give but they would be mistaken. Sir Reginald Hargreeves—Dad, was not a loving father. It would be a miracle for one to see the man show any other emotion apart from anger. Sir Reginald Hargreeves was distant and treated the children like they were experiments that the dynamic felt closer to a doctor/patient relationship. The children weren’t given actual names, only to be called by their numbers based on the order Sir Reginald Hargreeves had procured them. It was only when Grace, their robot mother insisted they have a real name, were the children given them. And so, the children were:

Number One - Luther Hargreeves

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five – Five Hargreeves

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves

Number Seven – Vanya Hargreeves

And finally,

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves

For 6 years, the only special thing about the children was that they were miraculously conceived and birthed within a day, the same day. However, on the 7th year , October 1 1996, more strange things started to happen to the children.

It first started with Ben at breakfast. Dad as usual is cold and strict more so in the early morning. ‘Sit up straight Number Six.’ He directed without even a glance up from his newspaper at hand.

‘Yes Sir.’

Beside him you place your hand on his and whispered, ‘You alright Ben? You look sick.’

He gulped. ‘Yea y/n.’ Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

‘You sure?’ you questioned, not buying it.

‘Umhmm never bett-----’

You expected vomit to come out but what happen next is something you would never though was possible.

Screams broke out everywhere.

You feel yourself being raised above the table. Looking down, you were 5 feet off the ground held by what seemed to be tentacles.

‘Take that!’ You hear some shout then a thud. Diego had brought down a knife to the tentacle that had suffocated him and in now laying on the floor covered in green blood.

The sight finally snapped you out of your shock, your fight or flight reflexes kicked in.

A quick sweep of your surroundings showed Five and Klaus on either side of you, they too are struggling with the ever-tightening grip of the monstrous arm.

While on the ground, Vanya and Allison are making their way to Ben in hopes of helping him control whatever all this that was coming out of his body. While Luther is fighting off the arms away from Diego who seem to have broken his leg from the fall.

Dad, Mom and Pogo are nowhere to be seen.

You move your head to the left, knowing that Klaus doesn’t do well in small spaces. ‘Klaus it’s okay buddy, Dad would find a way to fic this. Just breathe’ You choked out ‘Just breathe Klaus, everything’s gonna be alright.’

‘mmmm!’ That was Klaus’ only reply but you were thankful to see him to fidget less. He seemed to have taken your advice – how much of the second part of that advice be true, you genuinely don’t know.

You try to move your head to face the right towards Five but no dice. The arm was wrapping itself closer to your neck. ‘Five’ you call out, but it was barely a whisper. ‘five..’

‘Y/N!!’ Five’s scream was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

~

‘She’s broken a couple of ribs and sprained her neck. But’s she’s gonna be okay. Just needs time to rest.’

‘And how long would that time Pogo?’

‘She would need to say in bed for 2 to 3 months, Sir.’

You open your eyes and are greeted with blinding white light. Dad, Mom and Pogo surround your bed.

Grace tucks a stray hair behind you ear. ‘My baby, y/n. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore.’ You reply, noting the coarse sound of your voice. ‘How’s Ben? Klaus? Vanya?—’

Grace cut you off. ‘They’re all fine y/n. Though Ben is a bit roughed up.’ She says truthfully.

‘Number Six has appeared to have powers of summoning monsters with his body and he is currently under supervision.’  Reginald stated.

But something didn’t fit right. ‘But how did you calm him down? The whole fiasco back there was in total chaos?’ Voicing out all your thoughts and questions. ‘No one could get him to take back control, unless…..’ You couldn’t continue the thought. Your eyes go wide. There was no way. It was too harsh, but it was dad after all, he would do whatever means necessary to get what he wants.

Your dad smiles proudly ‘Ah yes. Y/n ever the cleverest of the bunch.’ You had observed that he had addressed you in your actual name instead of your number for the first time in your whole existence.  ‘Unfortunately, I had to sedate Number Six. You do understand that it was the only way.’

You open your mouth to argue.

‘No buts, Number Eight!’ Ah and now we’re back to number, you thought.

‘I’ll have Grace by you side whist you recover and Pogo here would relay your recovery progress to me daily.’

He was almost to your door when he faced you again. ‘Oh and Number Eight, When you feel something different or unusual. Do inform me of it immediately.’ And with that he left.

‘Pogo? What does he mean by feel different?’ Your nerves go up, worried about your siblings. ‘Is anyone hurt?’

Pogo sighs, after much contemplation he begins ‘Y/n dear. Today’s happenings uncovered that there are stranger yet special things about you children.’

You nod, not wanting to interrupt but also wishing he would hurry up and continue.

‘Ben isn’t the only one who have gotten powers today. During the kerfuffle, Diego has shown skill with a knife, Luther immense strength and Five had shown ability to teleport.’

Once again you found yourself in shock.

‘Your father has gotten the idea that you children have varying power wish are “activated” so to speak when reached the age of 7.’

‘Haha-OW’ You clutch your side.

‘Careful y/n, try not to do sudden movements—yes and that includes laughing too.’ Mom says, caressing your cheek.

‘When can I see them?’

‘I’ll try to persuade Reggie to allow them for a visit dear. But now I need you to rest.’

~

Sibling Visits are limited to 30 mins a day, right before the bedtime curfew.

All your siblings (expect Ben who was still under strict supervision and is recovering himself) came to see you the following night.

Allison was the first one through your door and ran to give you a hug. ‘Y/n! We are all so worried!’

‘Aww thanks—OW OW OW’

‘Oops sorry’ releasing you from her death grip of a hug.

Seeing that movements still hurt you. The rest opted not to hug you, Klaus and Diego held your hand, Vanya is sitting on the edge of you bed, Luther gave you forehead a quick kiss and Five being Five, greeted you with the typical sibling teasing. ‘Glad to see you not drop dead in front of me.’

Diego showed off his leg cast and asked you to sign it, which you happily did so. Signing ‘Badass as always. -y/n’ beside Ben’s note of ‘Diego is cooler than Batman’

The 30 minutes consisted recaps of what happened the day before, the gushing of the boys showcasing their powers and debating on who’s the most powerful.

And just like that, the time was up and each had to go to bed. Everyone kissed your head for goodnights, even Five.

‘You know I love you right?’ His eyes softer than you ever seen before

‘I know’

‘You really scared me yesterday when you blacked out.’ Five had his tough façade down. ‘I thought you died y/n.’

‘But I didn’t.’ You reach up to wipe his tears away. ‘It’d take something bigger, if you wanna get rid of me.’

He chuckled. ‘Night, y/n’

‘Good night, Five.’

~

3 weeks had passed, and your siblings never failed to visit you. Over that time, Klaus and Allison had manifested their powers. Klaus can conjure the dead while Allison could ‘rumor’ people to her will.

Ben came by 2 weeks later. His color is back to normal, not like the blueish tint it had the last time you saw him. Though he still had a few remnants of bruises and scars across his arms and face.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’.

~

You still have a month left for recovery.

Only you and Vanya are the one left who haven’t had their powers revealed.

Dad had created a group called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which he trained your super powered siblings. He even given them codenames to go along with their newfound powers.

Number One - Luther Hargreeves aka Spaceboy

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves aka The Kraken

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves aka The Rumor

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves aka The Séance

Number Five – Five Hargreeves aka The Boy

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves aka The Horor

With this new training program comes with the downside of spending less time with your siblings. Your traditional Sunday afternoon sister bonding time Allison and Vanya is basically non-existent now. Sure the rest of siblings still drop by to check up on how you’re recovering but it is not as frequency as they once were- you totally understand though, it must be tiring to be part of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ but girl were you still hurt and wanted more than anything to be a part of it.

So, you spend most of your time with Vanya nowadays. You didn’t mind, it is nice to have someone along. Most of the time Vanya practices her violin in your room.

‘That was beautiful Vanny’ you commented after she finished a rendition.

‘Thanks y/n’ Her face flushed. ‘Maybe someday I’d be a famous violinist!’

‘I know you would.’ You say truthfully. ‘And I better get the best seats at your concerts okay? Nothing short of VIP treatment for your favourite sister!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Allison would get that.’ Vanya teased.

Placing a hand dramatically to your chest ‘uhh I am offended! I thought I was your favourite sister!’

‘well... you thought wrong.’ Vanya tried to keep a straight face but failed. ‘You y/n are the VVIP guest!’

‘Now that’s more like it.’

~

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed.

In the training room, huge boulders were being tossed onto Luther’s back. He currently had 3 on him. ‘More’ he cried. It was an impressive feat to see. A 7-year-old carry the what had to be at least 5 times his weight.

It was at his 6th block when his legs start to shake.

‘Straighten up Number One!’ Reginald voice came through the speakers.

‘I-I’

‘Fix your posture! And stop babbling!’

He was trembling all over, the weight was far too much and carried far too long for just a young boy.

Any second now, he is gonna be crushed by the boulders.

‘LUTHER!’ You screamed. Cold sweat was plastered all over your face. You were still in your room- but it all felt so real.

You look over to your bedside table, 9:07

Training would have started an hour ago. You had time.

You took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the training room. ‘STOP’

Reginald stood from his seat. ‘Number Eight. What in the world are you doing here?’

‘STOP! Luther is gonna get hurt please stop it--.’ Ignoring his question.

‘Number Eight, what are you talking about? Number One is doing perfectly fine!’ He gestured towards the front.

He was right. Luther looks fine. In fact it looked like it was carrying a light backpack instead of 3 boulders. ‘But- But I saw—’ Then it hit you 3 boulders. 3 not 6.

‘More’ You heard him cried out, just like you had in your nightmare.

You stared at Luther, how could this be?

‘I saw him sir, he is gonna collapse from 6 boulders.’

At this, Reginald took interest. ‘You saw?’

‘Yes, I-I must have dreamt it.’ You slumped against the free chair, defeated. ‘but it felt so real.’

‘Let me everything you saw, and don’t miss a single detail’

And so, you did. By the time you finished, Luther was with his 6th block.

It was exactly like how things went down in your dream. ‘No No NOOOO!’

‘Release him!’ Reginald called at the last second. Standing he faced you. ‘Now y/n dear would you please come with me.’

He didn’t speak again until you were both in his office. ‘It seems to me Number Eight that your powers have finally manifested.’

‘what—’

‘A slight delay compared to your siblings, but I presume that it was due to you recovering from your injuries that your body had focus on your recovery first then powers.’

‘What about Vanya? Would she have powers?’

‘It seems that Number Seven has no powers gained.’ Standing in front of you. ‘But no matter now, what’s important is that you’ve got them.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders. ‘You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed. For this I shall name you Foresight.’

This was it! You own codename!

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves aka Foresight.

‘I’m gonna be part of The Umbrella Academy?’ Overjoyed by your father taking pride in you that every other thought left your concern.

‘Yes Foresight. You will.’ Standing straight again. ‘However, your training would only start once you have fully recovered.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ Hugging him and for once showed the affection back.

You wish you could say that it was at this point where you and your siblings finally gotten a loving and healthy childhood. But you were wrong. Things only deteriorated from here on out with the Hargreeves household and by extension the dissolve of The Umbrella Academy.

END OF PART 1

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Klaus, pointing to Lila: So, she has my powers too?

Five: Yes, I think she has all of our powers

Klaus: So she can see the dead too?

Klaus: Pathetic.

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so I've come up with some pop culture nicknames for the umbrella academy characters, and I'll keep adding more to the list

Five: Marty Mcfly

Luther: Thor, Buzz Lightyear

Klaus: Jack Sparrow, the kid from sixth sense

Diego: Edward Scissorhands

Vanya: Euros Holmes

feel free to add more and other characters!

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till the end | five hargreaves

does this suck. I hope not. but probably

warning- language, it’s five I mean

word count - 2,012

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The end of the world was coming, and it was coming faster than you wanted.

When you first found Five in griddy's doughnuts, the world was ending in 8 days, but now the world could end any minute.

While the six Hargreeves children were arguing, (y/n) was actually bowling. Once she tossed the ball down the lane, she turned around and looked at the group.

Klaus looked up from the newspaper he was reading and smiled up at you.

"Not the perfect date you hoped for, (y/n)?" Klaus teases. Five glares at him while Luther and Diego were still talking, or yelling, about where vanya could be. "I never said with you!" Klaus defended himself.

"Look, whatever we decide, we need to find Vanya. And fast, okay? She could be anywhere." Lither said.

"Or here," Klaus finished. Everyone looked at him. He gestured to the newspaper in his hand, "look at this." He moves while the rest of the siblings crowded around him.

"That's right her concert is tonight." Diego commented.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your bowling ball when it returned. "You know (y/n), instead of playing your little game, you could help us over here." Five said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, I hate to intrude but you guys should follow her lead. My manger says if you're not gonna bowl, you gotta leave," an employ came over to say. The older man, who you suppose is the manger, behind her, slams a pair of bowling shoes on the counter.

"Whose turn is it?" you snap to the team, making the teenager leave.

"Oh for..." Luther grumbles, grabbing the ball from your hands and throwing it down a different lane, starring dead at the old man.

"For God sakes, Luther. That was my own personal ball." You yelled.

"Who the hell brings their own bowling ball?" Klaus laughed.

You stomped right over to him and smacked him in the back of the head.

"Me, jackass. I don't even know how to play but none of you losers wanna teach me so, i'm going to over there and grab my-"

"Shut up (y/n)! I'll buy you a new ball." Five interrupts you.

You cross your arms. "Yeah, you better." you mumble and go over to grab a new ball.

You come back to Diego yelling at Lither again and you roll your eyes. Something about their dad, Five then joining in. You toss the ball down the lane once more and sigh.

"You know guys, maybe I can help." Klaus says. You turn around once more, to look at the bunch.

"Now's not the time." Luther argues.

"You never let him speak," you say. "Maybe it's something smart."

"Yeah, let him finish." Diego adds. "He saved my life today."

Everyone looks at the junkie, impressed. Klaus looks behind him real quick. Before looking at Luther.

"Is that true?" The big man says.

"Yeah, yeah, I did take credit for it." Klaus pauses. "But in fact, the real hero is Ben." And then everyone looks at him confused.

"Okay maybe it isn't something smart." You say.

"Today, listen." Klaus moves over in between you and Diego. "Today, he punched me in the face. And earlier at the house, he was the one that saved Deigo's life, not me."

"You're unbelievable Klaus." Lither adds once more.

"You want proof, is that it? All right. I'll give you proof." Klaus looks dead across from him and takes the bowling ball you were using, from the rack. (a/n: I have NO idea what that thing is called. BUT stick with me haha) "All right, show time, baby. Catch!" And he threw the ball, where it hit the floor with a thud. He looked down and grumbled.

"Why, just why my bowling balls!?" you say and sit down next to Five.

"Is there any way to silence that voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?" Luther glares.

"You know, I liked you a lot better before you got laid." Klaus snaps. Everyone looks at Luther, eyes wide. "Which was a complete, it-it wasn't his fault, 'cause he was ridiculously high, right? And the girl, she thought he was a furry!" He rambles.

"Stop!" Luther glares once again. Klaus mumbles a silent okay and Luther looks at Allison. "Allison, wait!" And they walk off.

You sigh sinking farther in your seat. "Hey?" Five whispers. You look at him. "How about you grab that ball and i'll teach you how to bowl." You smile and stand straight up getting the pink bowling ball Klaus has previously thrown. You come back to Five and see Diego and Klaus sitting next to each other in silence.

Five slowly makes his way towards the lane, next to you. He opens his mouth to say something, before getting interrupted by a bigger women and a young man.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, it's my son, Kenny's, birthday today, and, uh, wouldn't your children be happier playing with other kids their own age, assuming it's okay with your two dads." The women says. You smile holding back a laugh, while Five glares.

"I would rather chew off my own foot!" Five grumbles. You slap his chest.

"No, not even close to wanting to." You say, with a smile. Five looks at you, with a confused look. "Mine has a smile. People think it's nice." You whisper to him, only to have him roll his eyes.

"Let's go Kenny." The mom says, retreating back to their group.

Five looks around and grabs your hand. He moves to the lane next to yours. Hearing in the background Diego and Klaus' argument. "What'd you find?" You ask, in a small voice.

He open a part of the rack to find a tube. "How'd she find me?" He whispers. He stairs off for a second before returning. He sighs and digs in his pocket, getting a butterscotch rapper out, only to be a tracking device. "She's good."

"Handler?" you ask, the boy in front of you then nodding.

Five told you all about the Handler and his past. He told you almost everything about his past and what even happened while you knew him.

"Jesus." The boy opens the tube, then throwing it on the rack again, only to see a fortune cookie.

"Wow a cookie. I feel threatened." You say sarcastically. He turns to glare at you. "Open the damn cookie, Five," demanding, he does so.

He chuckles. "How many times are you going to say the word cookie?" he teases and hands you the fortune from the cookie after reading it himself.

'Time Marches On... Or Does It?' And then written under it an address.

"You're making me come with you, arent you?" You say, looking back up at him. He smirks and takes your hand once again.

"You know me all too well, dear (y/n)." as he teleports in front of a hotel. "Dear Lord."

His hand still in yours, he pulls you inside the small motel, in front of room 12.

"Five, I've been waiting for you," as voice days from inside, along with music. You look at him as he pulls you again, but into the room. "Ah and you've brought company." He takes his hand out of yours and steps in front of you.

You're eyes widen at the old-ish women tied in the chair with duck tape on her mouth. "Oh no, Agnes." You whisper.

"You must really like doughnuts." Five says, with a straight face. Agnes muffles a 'help me'. You give her a pity look.

"As well you, ms. (y/n) there." The Handler says, almost too calmly.

"Leave her out of this." Five says.

"It's been awhile."

"Three days."

"For you, maybe. But for me it's been a lot longer since i've seen those adorable little shorts." You scoff, making Five smirk.

"Lucky we both had time to heal."

The Handler sighs, standing and making her way towards you two. "Luckily, for both of us, time is the one thing my organization has an abundance of."

"Got your message, by the way." Five says, turning to you to get the note from you, then turning back to the Handler. "Nice packaging, but so much for Commission protocol."

The Handler grabs a chip and continues her way right in front of Five. "There's been a lot of changes since you left the Commission. You really did some damage." She eats the chip and strokes Fives cheek. "The briefcases were all but destroyed, to say nothing of the highly trained personal you killed."

"Holy shit, Five! What did you do? Blow the building up?" You exclaimed.

"That's exactly what he did, doughnuts! But, I mean, after all, what is an institution if not for-" The Handler began.

"I said leave her out of this! Now what do you want?" He barked. She turned back to him.

“To be happy.” She said. You rolled your eyes as she started to walk around. “To have a simple unfettered life, to do the work my superiors require. But you being here, well, it complicates all that.”

“Billions of people are about to die tonight!” Five snapped. Agnes whimpered. You look back over there and let out a sigh. Turning back towards the Handler. You put a hand on Fives shoulder to try and calm him down. He also takes a deep breath, “you can change that.”

“Tonight, tomorrow, so little difference on the scheme of things.” You moved your hand and shot the women a confused look. She sat down on the couch. “Not like doughnuts will know, but don’t you remember the Commissions raison d'être? What’s meant to be is meant to be, or, as I like to say, que serÃj, serÃj.”

“Bullshit in any language.” You pipe in. Five chuckles and reaches behind himself for your hand. You grab it and smile at the Handler.

“Why’d you call me here?” Five said, pulling you next to him, hands still together.

“I wanna offer you a choice.” She gave him puppy dog eyes. “Everyone’s going to die tonight, but unlike the rest of the world, you have a way out. You can abandon your family, and doughnuts there, and skip ahead to the apocalypse, take a walkabout for a few decades, wondering if i’ll come back and offer you a job again, or you can stay here, with doughnuts and your family, and die a horrible death. But why would you do that to you’re new girlfriend.”

“Not girlfriend,” you whispered and turned to him. “Five, you can’t go back there. She’s just going to be making you do all the things you escaped.” You let go of his hand.

”While you listen to her and weigh your options, just know your siblings are fighting for their lives without you.”

“You brought me here to pull me away.”

“Yeah, and she was supposed to die but, shame. Nice knowing you Five.” He grabbed you hand and teleported you away.

You guys landed right in front of the Icarus Theatre. He turns to you, letting go once again. “(y/n), you have to understand. I don’t want you in there.” Five says, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“But I don’t want you hurt. I want to go in there, I want to fight-“

“You don’t have powers, babe!” A small gasp escapes from you at the nickname. “I’m sorry, I just, I don’t want you hurt.” Five interrupted.

“Five, no matter what happens, i’m going to get hurt. It’s the end of the world.” Five turned around to the theater and looked back at you.

“I’ll find a way, and I’ll find you. I love you.” Five finished.

“You wha-“ Five rolled his eyes, cupped his hands and kissed you. You guys pulled away, the biggest smiles on your faces.

“Shit.” He whispers. “Shit. I gotta go!” He yells. “I’m sor-“

“No, don’t be sorry. Go save the world.” You give him a smile. He turns around and teleports inside. “I love you too.” You whisper, before sitting down, ready for the world to end.

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Another writing blog here. Feel free to send in requests! I may write for more fandoms, but as of now I’m not really into any others that I could write for.

ωнαт ι'ℓℓ ωяιтє:

Fluff, Imagines, Headcanons, Trans and Non-binary stuff, x readers, angst.

ωнαт ι ωσи'т ωяιтє:

Smut, rape (any type of sexual assault, really), incest, suicide that is more than just implied.

ωнσ ι'ℓℓ ωяιтє:

Five, Allison, Klaus, Diego, Ben, Vanya, Hazel, Grace (Non-romantically,) OCs

ωнσ ι ωσи'т ωяιтє:

Luther, Pogo, Hagreeves, Cha-Cha, Handler

Feel free to use any prompts, I would link some, but erm, I don’t really have any to link.

owo uwu 

~ Pax

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w a n t e d - {Five x Reader} AU!

IMPORTANT: First, and most importantly, Five is not a teenager in this. Nor is he a 58 year old man. He never jumped, and he's the same age as the rest of his siblings. In this story that's early 20s. I so get why a lot of people are weirded out by Five stories, but his character is just too interesting to not explore the dynamics of him in a relationship. I think of it the same way I write for Harry Potter or Peter Parker.  

WARNINGS: Pining, angst, some mediocre smut

Word Count: 1508

Note: This will probably be a "series" of one shots. I can kind of see 3-5 coming from this idea.

Inspiration: “Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.” - Sir Walter Scott

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The thing about Five is that he says what he has to. 

He never lies and he never sugarcoats, but he tells careful truths that open doors and shut blinds as he sees fit. He knows how to command language with the precision of a surgeon, or perhaps, more accurately, a sniper.

It's his actions that paint a clearer picture of his inner workings. Because Five never does anything that he doesn't want to do at some level. He's too brilliant for that--knows too many different ways to achieve the same end goal.

So you don't have a single question about whether or not he wants you. You know he does. He's shoved you up against a wall more times than you can count, pressing into you so you can feel his want on every inch of him. It's exhilarating, and for months it's been enough. But now, in the back of your mind, is the small pinprick of hope—just enough to be sharp and annoying— that maybe he could possibly want to be with you. 

This is ridiculous of course. 

If he wanted, you’d already be together. Sharing secret smiles instead of bedroom eyes.  Whispering about your future plans rather than instructions to fuck me harder or touch yourself. 

But he doesn't want you like that. He wants you desperately trying to keep quiet underneath him, sweat beading off his forehead as he chases a release from life in the Umbrella Academy. 

You let out a needy gasp as he lifts your leg and puts it over his shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispers, a hand coming up to brace himself against the headboard. 

A small spark of excitement bursts like a firework inside of your chest. Sounds hardly come out of Five when you are tangled in the sheets. Any words spoken are questions or commands. There's no praise. There's definitely no sweet nothings. There's hardly even dirty talk during the act. That comes before and it's only a means to an end. Kind of like his kisses.

When you first realized this, it became your mission to make him moan. To make him struggle to keep quiet for the sake of your roommate or, on the rare occasions you're at his place, his sister. But other than when your lips are wrapped around him, tongue caressing its way up his shaft, it seems like a near impossible task.

He, on the other hand, plays you like a fiddle. He knows exactly how to make you moan, whine, gasp, mewl, and make any other sound he wants to hear. This new angle has earned him more than one moan, muffled only by you biting your knuckle.

"You close?" he grunts, eyes fixated on the finger in your mouth.

You nod and he increases his pace slightly. You're constantly overwhelmed at how he seems to be able to push himself to be just a bit faster, just a bit harder, just a bit deeper. You still haven't found this boy's limits.

The tension that's been coiling in your stomach is winding its way up your spine, and you feel ready to snap at any moment. Five knocks your hand out of the way with his free one, sticking two fingers in your mouth. The action has you mounting even higher, but the look in his eyes when you start to suck on his fingers is what sends you over the edge. Your back arches as all breath leaves you, your high rushing through you and escaping around Five's fingers in a high pitched squeak. Five's pace stutters and finally he stills. 

He withdraws himself as soon as he's finished.

There's no aftercare. Sure there are the practical matters he takes care of. He diposes of the condom, gets you a washcloth, helps to locate the clothes you'd thrown elsewhere. But after that, he's gone. Popped out of existence. Like nothing happened.

This had been a welcome relief when you first met. When your friends had dragged you to a bar to forget about your ex. It wasn't that there was anything particular to forget. He had been a nice guy, the kind you bring home to your parents, the kind who was focused on forever. You simply hadn't been his. Maybe they wanted you to forget that. Maybe they wanted to ease the blunt force trauma of rejection. Maybe they wanted the night to pan out the way it had. 

You can still remember how it felt the first time he looked at you--how you could feel the weight of his stare before you even saw him. It didn't take long to find him--and when you did, meeting his eyes...it was the kind of gaze that crushed all of the air out of your lungs and set your skin on fire. Exactly what you needed that night. 

You'd given him a small smile and turned back to your friends' conversation. The next thing you knew he was next to you. 

"What are you drinking?" 

You swivelled in your seat to find the man across the bar standing next to you, gesturing with his chin for the bartender to come over. "Gin." 

He quirked an eyebrow as he eyed your almost empty glass. "That's not straight gin." 

You shook your head, raising the drink to your lips. "This is a gimlet," you said, finishing it off and placing the glass down in front of you. "That was a gin and tonic," you pointed at another glass that had yet to be collected. "I like to switch things up," you grinned at him. Behind you, your roommate giggled. The man, for his part, raised both of his eyebrows and ordered you a Tom Collins. He always knew just what to say.

The night fell away from you after that. It had to be the quick succession of drinks coupled with his intoxicating presence. Your friends had been quick to abandon you, leaving you and Five sitting at the bar together chatting about subjects lost to time and alcohol. You couldn't have been focused that much on the conversation because all you could remember was his warm, slightly calloused hand, sliding its way up from your knee and the hungry look in his eyes.

The pair of you didn't last much longer in the bar. It couldn't have been more than an hour or so before you were back at your apartment, tongues and teeth clashing together as the two of you ran into the walls, the island, your dresser, the edge of your bed. And then the clothes were off and your fingernails were raking down his back, and you felt more alive than you had all month. 

When you woke up with a monstrous hangover and delicious ache between your legs, you were alone. It had been a welcome surprise at the time. After all, you were surfacing after a wasted two years and extricating yourself from a one-night rebound was the last thing you wanted to do. You didn't want to have the clarifying "this was just sex, right?" talk. You didn't want the memory of feeling absolutely wanted to be tainted. 

You wanted the freedom. You wanted to feel alive. You wanted casual. 

And the powers that be had granted your request with an empty bed and a scrap of notebook paper with a scribbled phone number and three words: Had fun - Five

A knock sounds from your door and for a second you think it might be Five, but he never knocks. He always just appears. The first time he did it, you'd nearly pissed yourself. The smug bastard had smirked and said, "Oh, I didn't mention this?" And then a few short sentences later you fell into bed. 

It has to be your roommate. And you're in no state for a visitor. Your hair is still mussed, your lips swollen, and your room smells heavily of sweat and sex.

"Y/N?" her voice echos through the door, and you shut your eyes. "You guys want coffee?"

"Yeah, one sec." 

It takes more than one second. It takes five minutes alone to get your hair looking somewhat under control, and after noticing a dark hickey just above your collarbone, you have to switch shirts as well. By the time you exit your room, the coffee pot is beeping and your roommate is pouring you a mug and handing it off. Gratefully, you accept it, checking the clock on the microwave. 

11:27 am. A bit late to be exiting your room for the first time. A bit early for a booty call. Even for a Sunday. 

"He's gone?" your roommate asks, still hovering by the coffee pot as you take a seat at the kitchen table. You nod, cradling the drink in your hands as you take small, tentative sips at the edge. 

She heaves out a sigh and puts the third mug up into the cupboard. She should know by now: he doesn't stay. He doesn't want your coffee. He doesn't want your company. He only wants you. And he has you.

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Did I seriously just come up with a whole fic series idea (possibly consisting of 9 parts- with each part already having a general idea on its content and structure-with each sibling getting a part with a sole focus on them) surrounding the Hargreeves Siblings at 2 in the morning??

Yup.

Is anyone interested to read it/be tagged for the series?

Cause if so... then I'd write this idea as a an actual fic rather than the bullet points/ head canon type format I have written on my notes app.

It's xReader fix where the reader is the 8th Hargreeves sibling btw

Edit: Part 1 is up!  Here>>> The Hargreeves Kerfuffle  Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

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