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thebearmage · 1 year

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Hi! Could I request an one shot about Five&Wife!Reader set in S3 at the wedding, where Y/N worries about Five's drinking frenzy and takes care of him that night? Ya know, that usual drunk words are honest words, world ending stuff etc. I'm just into fluff right now 😭 Maybe Five and Y/N are mentally and physically the same age and know each other from the apocalypse to make it make sense. I loved In Their Arms! Five deserves love. If it's not something you're interested in to write don't worry💜

Put that down!!

Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

Summary: During Slone and Luther's wedding, Five goes all out on his drinking. You, being the responsible one, remain sober to take care of him. It goes as one would expect.

NOTE: I went for a bit more humor and angst here too, hope that's okay. Also, The Reader is a Speedster like The CW's Flash. So you can also time travel.

Also (F/C), for anyone who doesn't know, means Favorite Color.

Five and reader are both 18+

"Ah, here we go,"

You turn to look and see where Five is going. The alcohol, of course.

"Oh no," You put your face in your hands, "There goes my plans for the night,"

You and Five are happily married. You were once number 8, born with superspeed and the many different abilities that came with it.

When Five ran off that day, you had used your speed to follow him. You both traveled through time, finding it fun before Five got stuck in the future. Your time travel abilities weren't as limited as his, so you could've left. But you hadn't known if you could take Five with you, so you'd stayed. You didn't want him to be alone.

You and Five were happy together. You and Five had a daughter named Delores and lived in an abandoned library. Life was good and simple then.

Then The Handler showed up and swept you both into trauma after trauma. And then, to top it all off, when you both finally went back, you both got stuck in your 18-year-old bodies.

Now, after failing to save the world a third time, you were at Luther and Sloane's wedding watching as your husband went to get drunk.

You were not much of a drinker yourself, you never really liked the taste and HATED it when Five drank. Tonight, however, you'd let it slide, but you knew you'd have your hands full looking after him.

As the night progressed, you watched your husband slowly get more and more drunk.

You had fun though. Everyone dancing together was enjoyable and you had used the (F/C) lightning that came off your body when running to spice up the floor a bit.

You were twirling around in your dress when you heard Five's voice. You watched, trying so hard not to laugh, as his drunk-as-fuck-ass gave a moving speech to Luther.

You liked Five's singing though, you walked up to the stage and joined him. Wrapping an arm around him.

When everyone moved onto the patio, you had gone off to power your nose. So Five had gone out by himself.

When you went to find the group, half of them were gone, including Five.

"Oh no," you mumble, you stop Luther as he starts to walk Sloane inside, "Where's Five?"

Luther chuckles, "Said he was going to the buffet,"

You sigh and superspeed there, looking around. No Five. You growl and continue to run through the hotel. The (F/C) sparks and a strong breeze followed you everywhere you went.

You soon found Five wandering throughout the halls with cereal in his hands. You zip in front of him and smile.

"There you are,"

Five stumbles at the breeze you make but looks up and smiles when he sees you.

"Y/N!!" He jumps up and glomps you. You're so thankful that minor super strength is part of superspeed because if it wasn't, Five would have knocked you over.

"Hey, baby," you whisper, kissing his cheek, "What are we up to, hmm?"

Five blinks heavily a few times, looking at the cereal in his hands before shrugging, "I dunno,"

You laugh and kiss him softly, "Maybe it's time take you to bed,"

Five wriggles his eyebrows and locks his arms around your neck, "Take me to bed, huh?"

You playfully push his face away from yours, "Not like that. That's the LAST thing you need. I mean sleep, mister,"

Five whines, "Nooo, the night is still young!" He throws his arms out dramatically, "and I have plans,"

You raises your eyebrows in mock fear, "Plans?"

"Plans! Yes!" Five slurs poking your chest, "Lots and lots of plans!"

Five then stumbles over to the plant in the corner of the room, you wince as he vomits. Kneeling down next to him, and rubbing his back.

"There, there, sweetie, get it out," you urge, "It's alright,"

“With everything we discussed, it’d be folly to wait,” A voice said. You snap your head around and even Five looks curious.

The white buffalo suite door is cracked open, and you two can see Reginald, “There is no time. I can’t do this without you.”

Both you and Five press against the crack in the door, straining to see who he’s talking to. You use your speed to faze through the door, only for a moment, and see Allison.

“Do we have a deal?”

"Shit," you whisper, gently coaxing Five up, "Come on, baby, we have to go,"

"What why?" Five asked, already forgetting what just happened, "Wh-" then he wobbles "Oh shit,"

Five tips backward into your arms. You weren't prepared this time so his weight sends you both into the elevator. You grunt as you land on the hard floor, with Five completely passed out on top of you.

The doors close and you sigh. You knew Allison was unstable but this...this meant trouble. You look at Five in your lap and smile. Allison will have to wait, you have your husband to take care of.

As the doors slowly open again, you pull Five to his feet and start dragging him down the hall to your room. He wakes up half-way there are starts to protest.

"No! Please! I wanna keep going," he mumbles, you shake your head.

"You're way too drunk to do anything, my love," you say, Five shakes his own head.

"Am not!"

You look at him, "Oh really? Can you look at that clock and tell me what it says,"

"It says 'Five is not fucking drunk'" he turns around, all proud of himself. You only look at him unamused,

"Okay, bed time!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

You drag Five to the door and lock the door. He instantly blinks away.

"FIVE!"

You run out to find him running down the hall, cackling.

"You can't catch me!"

"Oh, for the love of!"

You speed up to him, only for him to blink again. You rub your temples.

"Come on, Five. You need sleep and I'm growing tired. Let's go to bed,"

Five, appearing at the end of the hallway, tilts his head in concertation, "Nah,"

"I'll snuggle you," You offer, "Just how you like it,"

"Ooh!" Five seems interested for a moment, then shakes his head, "Nah!"

He's gone once again, causing you to huff. You wounder if it was better for him to just run himself out.

You shake your head, you can't leave him. You run after him.

Soon, the entire hotel is light up with blue and (F/C) lights as you chase Five around the hotel.

You find Five pilling a bunch of mannequins into some machine and pouring soap in.

"No!" You cry, causing him to stop, "Put that down!"

Five beams and holds the soap closer,

"No! Put it down. Put it...down!"

Five pouts and drops the soap, "You're no fun sometimes, Y/N,"

Aaaannnnd there he goes. You decide to just wait it out. The next few hours you run around, following Five but no longer trying to stop his drunken antics.

Before long you find him snuggled up under the radiator in the kitchen. You smile and shake your head fondly before picking him up.

He snuggles your chest as his eyes flutter open, "Y/N?"

"Yes, my love, it's me," You shift him a bit to get a better hold on him, "I'm taking you back to our room,"

He nods and lets his arms dangle under him, "You're so amazing, you know that," he murmurs, "So...so...amazing,"

You laugh, "Thank you, baby,"

Five takes a bit of your dress in his fingers, "Is this the one I bought you?"

"Bought?" You chuckle, "You mean stole, but yes,"

Five sighs happily, resting his head on your chest and looking up at you, "You're so pretty," his smile is dreamy, "I love you so much,"

You smile and finally reach the room, you faze in and walk over to the bed, laying Five down.

His body relaxes into the mattress as he sighs in bliss. You slowly help him take off his shoes and vest before helping him change into more comfortable clothes.

"I love you," he mumbles for the 10th time, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," you smile, quickly changing your own clothes using your speed, Five smiles.

"I love your power," he picks at his nail slightly, "It's so beautiful and powerful,"

You smile, "Yours is too," you lay down next to him, "Now sleep honey, it'll be alright,"

Five hugs you like a koala, arms around your chest, legs around your waist, "I'm so glad I get to spend my final days with you," he mumbles, "I love you,"

You kiss him softly, "I love you too, now rest,"

Five nuzzles into your chest. You smile and run a hand through his hair, listening the the noises of the kugelblitz outside.

"I wouldn't mind trying one last time," you mutter, "You're worth saving, my love,"

Five makes a noise in his sleep and you smile,

"Sweetest of dreams, Number Five," you kiss his head, "I will always be with you,"

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I love writing this one! It was so cute and fluffy! I tired to add some humor but idk how I did. Requests are still open so feel free to send in some more! Also, a part three to Mindless will be out soon so look for that. Thanks again for reading!

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Could you do some Five fluff? literally any sorta of fluff with him please

Sure! I love Five <3

Sleepy Boy (Five Hargreeves x reader)

Warnings: fluffy cuteness overload, soft sleepy Five, Five is kinda grumpy (but then again when is he not)

Five looked adorable when he was asleep, you decided one day after you'd woken up from your nap to find him curled up beside you. He looked so peaceful; it was almost hard to recognize him without the constant scowl on his face.

You smiled to yourself as you ran your fingers through his soft hair, knowing he didn't let his guard down like this for anyone except you. It felt good to be his safe space; you were the one exception to all the rules he'd made before in the past, specifically designed to keep people out.

You stopped moving as he began to shift towards you, his hands reaching out to grab ahold of your torso as he buried his face into your chest. He mumbled something in his sleep about the probability of ending the apocalypse before making a complaint about something Klaus did the other day.

You let out a small laugh while he stirred, slowly blinking his eyes as he lifted his head up.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, honey," you said, brushing his hair out of his face. "Just something you said in your sleep."

"Hm." He unconsciously leaned into your touch as you began to gently scratch at his scalp with your fingernails. "What did I say?"

"Oh, y'know. Apocalypse stuff. That, and you were complaining about Klaus and something he did."

A sour look crossed his face, causing you to laugh again.

"Idiot," Five muttered.

"Hey, that's not very nice," you gently scolded him.

"I don't care," he huffed. "It's true."

You stopped scratching his head, causing him to let out a low whine. "Five, don't be mean. I don't care whether it's true or not."

He sighed loudly. "Alright, fine. I guess I'm sorry, or whatever."

"Much better," you said, starting to play with his hair again. "See, was that really so difficult?"

"Yes," he mumbled without hesitation before letting out a yawn.

"Aw, you're only grumpy because you woke up from your nap early, aren't you?" You teased.

"No, I'm not," he pouted, reburying his face into your chest.

"I think you are," you persisted, wrapping your free arm around his waist. "Poor baby, not getting enough sleep."

"Shut up," he replied, his voice muffled from his face being pressed against you.

You giggled, kissing him on the forehead as you pulled him close. "My beautiful, sleepy boy," you whispered as you held him.

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @your-next-daydream

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deceasedream69 · 2 years

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Tired

We arrived at the hotel, I sat on a couch while the rest of the team discussed about the rooms.

Five seemed pretty tired. He sat next to me, I put my arm around him, my hand on his hair, and started to rub his head, his hair through my fingers was really soft.

- "what are you doing?", He said not moving.

- "you seem tired", I said never taking my eyes off the morons discussing with the old man who gave the keys.

- "I'm not that tired, and I'm not a baby"

- "I never said you were"

Using my powers I got him to slowly lay down, until his head was on my lap.

- "what are you-?"

- "just sleep"

He fell asleep really quick, I didn't even have a chance to use my powers to make him sleep.

- "ok, we have the rooms. Let's go!", Said Klaus turning to the couch.

Both of us were sleeping. Five's head on my lap, my fingers on his hair and my head thrown back.

- "awwww, look at them", said Luther grabbing one key.

- "mhm", said unfazed Allison taking the other key.

*time skip*

- "mmmm", he got up, dropping her hand onto her own lap while he sat up. "Y/n..."

- "mmm?", I said quickly, my neck hurted.

- "did you sleep well?"

- "not really", I rubbed my neck.

- "I'm sorry"

- "you don't have to apologize. I'm glad you finally had some sleep after all you've been through", I said getting up.

- "yeah, it was nice. But I guess it was nicer because I wasn't alone"

- "if you want me to sleep with you tonight just say so", I teased him.

- "I wouldn't complain", he said teasing back.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Hey!Can you please write something about five hargreeves with an angry love confession?tysm i love your writing

"Why won't you let me do anything?" you demanded. "I'm capable of taking care of myself! You don't need to baby me!"

Five swiveled around angrily. "I don't care if you can take care of yourself! Those people are better than you, they could hurt you! I don't want you risking that happening!"

"Why do you even care?" you snapped. "It's my life, not yours!"

"I care because I'm in love with you!" he yelled.

You both went silent.

Five turned away, embarrassed and angry and in so much pain. "I've lost so much," he whispered. "I don't want to lose you too."

"Oh, Five..." you murmured. You took a tentative step closer, then another. You put your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. "I love you too."

Five slumped against you. "I'm sorry for yelling."

"It's okay." You kissed his cheek. "I am too. I just... I don't want anything to happen to you either. I want to be able to protect you."

Five sighed. "I know."

"How about we protect each other, okay?" You pulled away so you could look at him. "As long as we're together, we'll never let anything happen to each other."

Five nodded. "Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

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hargreef · 1 year

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hellooo lovelies chapter twenty-four of So Be It is here!! i hope you enjoy :)<3

#tua #The Umbrella Academy #tua fanfic #tua fanfiction #number five #five hargreeves fic #number five the boy #five hargreeves #so be it

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silentexplorer18 · 2 years

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starlightinhumanform · 2 years

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Five drabble that got out of hand,,, inspired loosely by this post from @five-hargreeves-waistline this isn’t the Most hardcore torture whump,, but there is some blood and what not so fair warning

Sometimes the pain gets to me. I find myself floating to the top, dragged from that place in my brain. It’s warm and bright, but not glaring, and everything seems to have a soft golden hue. Like it’s been buttered. It’s my childhood, or a version of it. We’re all there-- the whole Umbrella Academy. Except we’re not the Academy, we’re just a family. Somehow being “just” a family is so much more than we ever really were. In my mind, Father is there, sitting in an armchair and reading quietly. I’ve never managed to construct something softer for him; apparently, the closest my father ever came to kindness was neutrality. This time, though, he’s in the living room with us and sitting facing us, not hiding in his study and watching from afar. Mom is there, too, helping Diego with his homework. We’re going to a regular school. It’s funny how public school was a privilege we never got. Ben and Allison are the most popular kids in school and we think they’re going to be co-class presidents next year. Klaus is the class clown, of course, but his grades show how smart he really is. Viktor is showing me his violin before a recital tomorrow. It’s his prized possession, and he won’t let any of the other siblings near it, but me. Luther is a jock, of course. Barely into middle school, but we can all tell his going to be the high school’s football captain. And me? I’m just there. Just enjoying being able to be a child.

I’m rising closer to the surface, the butter-toned fantasy melting away. I can taste blood in my mouth. Salty, metallic, almost savory. I nearly start laughing because I can’t tell if it’s mine, or if I bit someone and it’s theirs.

Another strike lands against my nose, fracturing what was already broken. A steady stream of blood flows over my lip. So that was definitely my blood I was tasting.

There’s a brute standing in front of me, so overly muscled that his bowling ball of a head seems to connect directly to his shoulders without a neck to negotiate between the two. His arms seem too long, almost hanging past his knees, like a primate. Given my job occupancy, I wouldn’t be too surprised if he was part gorilla or something. People do weird shit like that. (No offense to Luther. Or Pogo. Hell, I worked for a fish for a very brief time; who am I to judge?)

The brute is grunting something at me, and I figure if he’s going to work all five of his braincells at full capacity in order to form the semblance of a speech pattern, I could at least try to listen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” I lean forward, testing the give of the leather straps at my wrists and ankles keeping me attached to this crude-- no we’ll call it rustic-- chair they’ve got me bound in, and give him my most polite smile, “Could you bother repeating that?”

Apparently he didn’t like my smile, landing a blow just below my ribcage and into my diaphragm, “I said, WHERE ARE THE UMBRELLAS?”

This time I really do laugh, in the wheezing sort of way I can manage with the wind knocked out of me, “And why the hell would I tell you that?”

He grins like he’s been waiting for me to ask that, “Because if you don’t talk to me, you’ll get to talk to Valdemar.”

I crane my neck to see the direction he’s smirking towards. Sure as hell, there’s a man who looks exactly like you’d expect someone named Valdemar to look. He’s tall and would seem thin if he weren’t covered with sinewy muscle. His dark hair is cropped close, revealing a deep scar traveling through one eye and down the length of his face. There’s rack beside him filled with the usual assortment of gleaming metal and sharp points. He’s got one in his hand, sharping it menacingly.

They’ve always got a Valdemar. I think it’s a torture crew requirement.

“I don’t have time for this. Did you know the world is ending? Again? And I’m not going to spend my last days betraying my family,” This time as I lean forward, I try to blink out, but it’s no use.

This room, or something in it, is dampening my power. That indicates a certain level of intelligence, even elegance, that these two simply don’t possess. That’s who I need to talk to; the brains behind these brutes.

“Hello, Vlademar,” I flashed him one of my award-winning smiles too, “Are we going to chat or can I speak with the grown up in charge now?”

“Nah, nah,” Vlad starts strolling towards me with his own prize-worthy grin, his drawl surprisingly Southern in comparison to most of the Vlads I meet in my line of work, “I think we need to have a little talk first.”

“Ugh, ok, let’s talk.”

The first pain that hits me is sharp, blinding and wickedly so. It’s piercing into the crest of my shoulder, almost like Vlademar was trying to give a friendly pat on the shoulder, but happened to forget he had a jagged blade in his hand.

He pulls the knife out of the muscle and it’s far worse than the initial hit, the points of the double-serrated edges catching on and ripping through muscle. It manages to pull a wince from me, which burns through my broken nose. I can feel the bruises forming from the brute’s earlier hits, blood blooming beneath my eyes and across my cheek. My lower ribs and sides feel like Henchman No.1 might have been taken to them with a metal pipe. It’s making me wonder how long I managed to stay under this time, how much pain I hid from by pretending to be a child; stuck in my head, imagining what something as a alien as a childhood could be like.

This time the knife sinks into my side, avoiding anything too important but still managing to hurt like hell, “Tell us where your siblings are.”

“Tell me where your boss is. Or go ahead and waste your time, I really don’t care,” I lean forward into Vlademar’s face, not caring that the knife digs further into me, “My family is stupid and careless and every time I manage to stop the apocalypse, they mange to cause another. But I will never put them in harm’s way. So you can stab me and punch me and pull out my teeth and cut off my fingers or whatever the fuck else you want to do to me, but you’re not going to get any answers. I’m done here.”

“You don’t get to decide when you’re done,” The growling voices are starting to fade out again, becoming fuzzy and distant.

Even as the blade is ripped from my side, I mange to laugh. It comes out in a sputter, barely more than a cough, as the blood from my nose and mouth got caught in the back of my throat. Choking on my own blood; that’s one for the books.

My side is warm, burning in pain and washed with a stream of blood from the wound that strengthens with every cough. But the other warmth is joining it-- the buttery soft warmth of the fire crackling behind Father’s armchair as he turns the page of his book.

I think the brute is laughing, somewhere far away, and I smile back. I could weather this, I could weather anything to make sure my family is safe.

I smile. Viktor is showing me his violin. I can almost feel the strings beneath my fingertips. My family is safe and, until I rise out of this dream again, so am I.

#tua five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fic #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy #whump #tua fic #five x pain #lol i love making him suffer sorry #starlight writes #my fics

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tatooine-traders · 2 years

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just an fyi, i am still working on the five hargreeves wip i posted weeks ago, i start college classes tomorrow so i haven’t had much time since moving in to write lmao (i’ll be taking requests in between writing the full fic so i can do blurbs :) ) but once i can get college hw figured out with my classes then once the full one is finished i’ll post it :))

#five x you #five hargreeves fic #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #tua five #five hargreeves #five x reader #tua x reader

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callmelinamfsnow · 2 years

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Just to clarify you are an adult ? Also may I add you to my umbrella academy writers list ?

Yes I am an adult (20) and of course ! I also am always writing for an aged up Five if that’s another question that you or anyone has. :)

#five Hargreeves #tua #tua writer #five Hargreeves fic

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littlerit · 2 years

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hello!

i found your fic today (sorry i can never remember titles) but its the one where five involuntarily time travels and it follows his apocalypse experiences, and his interactions with klaus. im obsessed!! its so good!! the concept in itself is amazing and i was immediately intrigued based on your summary. i figured i would only read 3 chapters, but i got so invested that its so late i dont think i’ll even be functional when i wake up tomorrow (or today since its well past midnight.) i just finished chapter 15 and wouldnt have stopped except ao3 seems to be down. What a shame, i need to know what happens next! such good storytelling and you have a wonderful handle on pacing! the scene where a 22 (about i cant remember numbers either sorry) year old five has to help bury his family for the second (and not final) time 😭. sorry im too emotional to properly articulate how amazing your fic is but thank you for sharing it! cant wait to keep reading ☂️

goodbye!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh thank you so much! 🧡🥰

Don't worry, I know exactly which one you mean, it's The Time Traveller's Life! I'm so glad you are enjoying it, and absolutely flattered you've made bad sleeping choices to keep reading (that said, I'm glad AO3 has gone down so you can sleep, sleep is important 🧡) I hope you manage to get some good sleep and function today!

Three Fives at a Funeral is one of my favourite scenes, I'm so glad you enjoyed it as well!! (Is enjoying the right word for such angst?)

Hopefully AO3 will be back up and running when you have time to sit down and read again, don't worry TTL won't be going anywhere in the meantime.

Thanks so much for the lovely message, you've made my morning anon!

#five hargreeves fic #number five fanfic #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #My fic #Ask

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thebearmage · 1 year

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Hiii, could you write a one shot about Five Hargreeves being all cuddly and sleepy with his lover? the time is set in season 3 after the robe scene where he talks to his siblings and they're all eating take out.

In Their Arms

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summary: Five hasn't gotten the chance to rest for 20 days. Trying to save the world from apocalypse after apocalypse. Now, his body seems to be catching up to him. But luckily, you are there to catch him.

Five and reader are both 18+

You sigh as hot steam fills the room. You were sitting in the sauna by yourself, wrapped in a simple towel.

Five had taken a bath before you and had even offered to share, but you wanted to be left alone for a little.

It was nothing against him, and he understood, you just needed to decompress. Process a few things.

You had crash landed in 1963 with Diego. However, when he became obsessed with saving JFK, he quickly ditched you. Much to your annoyance.

You had wandered by yourself, taking odd jobs for cash but never staying in the same place twice. You didn't have powers of your own, but that doesn't mean you weren't powerless.

Thinking back on it, you realized how fucked a lot of the shit you had to go through was. Your heart reached out to Allison, who you knew had it worse.

You sigh and put your head in your hands, taking the moments you needed to process. After a while, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went back to your room.

You had stolen a pricy necklace back in '63, which, when paired with Luther's watch, had given the group three rooms.

One had two beds, Viktor and Allison had taken that room. One room had some bunk beds and a spring mattress, the rest of the boys took that one. So, you and Five were left with a tiny room with a single bed.

Neither one of you was complaining.

When you made it back to the room, you take the robe off. Wincing a little at the few wounds you'd gotten back at The Academy.

Jamie and Slone had attacked you before realizing you were powerless. Once they did, Jamie scoffed and said you weren't worth her time, but Sloane apologized and even offered to treat your wounds.

You were both touched and insulted by Sloane's offer but knew her heart was in the right place.

You change into a loose t-shirt and shorts, gently pulling up your shirt to bandage your wound.

You heard the door open behind you and a hiss of breath.

"Shit, did you get that at the academy?"

It was Five. He quickly walked over to you and guide your hands down, helping you bandage your wound.

"Yeah," you grunt when he presses a bit too hard, "It's just a bad bruise, I'll be fine,"

"Who was it?"

"Five..." you scold, "Don't, she apologized,"

Five growls but doesn't say anything, just continues to bandage you.

After he was done, you kiss his forehead, "Thanks, baby,"

You lay down in bed as Five changes into similar clothing to yours.

Suddenly, he stops. He's got his shirt halfway on, you notice the abrupt lack of movement and look up.

"Five?"

Five sways a bit, before shaking his head and pulling the shirt over his head, "I think I need to lay down,"

He slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. You slowly sit up to properly look at Five.

He looks so tired. Eyebags under his eyes, slumped posture, slow blinking. This man has been through hell and back, and it finally seemed to be catching up with him.

You hold your arms out, "Come here,"

He turns to you, "Huh?"

You smile, gently bracing yourself against the headrest, "Come here, baby.

Five blinks slowly before crawling over to you. You gently guide him into your lap, head tucked under your chin.

Five was stiff for a few moments, clearly testing to see if he liked the contact. You gently rub up and down his arms, before gently wrapping a spare blanket around him.

“Oh, baby," You coo, gently running a hand through his hair, "You take such good care of everything. The world, your family, me. But I think it's time you let yourself be taken care of,"

Five's body starts to slump onto you more. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps his around your waist. He's on top of you now, but you're both comfortable.

Five sighs. You're so warm and comfortable. He doesn't want to move. Why would he move? Why would he do anything else but lay here, wrapped up protectively in your arms?

Five feels his eyelids grow heavy. Your hands continue to pet through his hair and run soothingly up and down his back. Why do anything else? Why kill? Why fight? Why push forward? Now is not the time for that.

"Looks who's struggling to stay awake," You tease softly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Five whines, hiding his face away in your chest, "Noooo, I'm fine,"

“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you chuckle softly, “It’s okay, baby. You can fall asleep in my lap. I’ll hold you, all night long, just like this,”

Five hums, completely relaxing against you. You gently tilt his chin up and begin leaving kisses down his neck. Not to arouse, but rather to calm.

Five sighs in bliss

You kiss up Five's neck to his ear, “I love you,” you whisper right into his ear. You then start to gently kiss the lobe,

Five squirms a little, laughing softly, “Y-Y/N! S-stop!”

You laugh too, “Stop squirming! I’m not even kissing that hard! You’re just ticklish!”

“A-am not!” Five protests weakly. You slowly start to stop,

“Well, what if I move my lips over to your forehead,” You kiss Five's forehead,

“Then your nose,” You kiss his nose,

“Then finally, your lips,” You kiss Five's softly, trying to put all the love you feel into one kiss. You break away after a little, “I love you, baby. I love you so, so much,”

“I love you too,” Five lays back down on your chest, smiling.

“I know you do,” You purr, resuming your earlier movements, “You’ve shown me that every day. And I can never describe how thankful I am for that and for you,”

You kiss Five's head, "Now, just rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,"

Five smiles and finally lets his eyes flutter closed. He curls into you a little more, before finally drifting to sleep.

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WOO! Finally got this request done! So sorry it took so long, Anon! I'll get better at answering requests! Thanks again for the request and feel free to send more in!

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deceasedream69 · 2 years

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Jealous

Summary: five never pays attention to the fact that you like him, but he doesn't like when a sparrow starts flirting with you.

A/n: you have Wanda's powers xoxo.

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During the first fight in the sparrows academy, I barely used my powers. I was a little tired and also didn't thought this guy's were such a threat. Besides, I was enjoying this fight with Marcus. Yeah, he's a sparrow but he's not so bad looking.

- "why are we even fighting?", I said mid fight. Pushing Marcus against a wall.

- "I don't know, but, what can I say?", He said pushing me against the wall. "I'm not complaining", he was really close to my face.

Five teleported between us and pushed him. Then took my arm and teleported us to the second floor.

- "you're welcome"

- "please, I had it under control"

- "get you're hormones under control", he walked away.

- "I could say the same thing to you", I whispered.

*time skip*

- "can I join?", I say sitting up in the back of the car while Allison and Diego were talking.

- "how long have you been there?"

- "the whole time, I needed a place to sleep. You never noticed me?"

- "no..."

- "yeah, let's go, I really need this", said Allison exiting the car.

We got off the car and started to walked towards a bar.

*the next morning*

My head hurted a little. My lip was busted and I had an ugly bruise under my eye, right on my cheekbone.

- "hey, what the hell happened to you?", Asked Luther examining our wounds. "Did the sparrow family attack you by surprise? Are you okay? I swear I'm going to kick their ass if they-"

Five got close to me too, looking at my bruise and lifting a hand to touch it but I back off.

- "it wasn't them", said Diego smirking. "You should've seen how far the guy flew after y/n and Allison threw him through the window"

I turned to look at Allison with a proud face.

- "you just went out to fight random people?", Asked Luther examining Diego's neck.

- "they weren't exactly good", said Allison almost leaving the room, but something stopped her.

- "hey, umbrellas", said ben while he's team posed behind him.

- "what the hell do you want now?", Said five.

- "we're here for Marcus"

- "Marcus?", I said worried. Five turned to look at me a little angry.

- "yeah, you really like him don't you?"

I laughed.

- "what are you talking about?"

- "we saw the way you talk to him, please"

- "even if I do, he's not here"

- "look", said ben getting closer to me. "I see he pulled up a fight", he put his hand on my chin, lifting my face slightly.

- "you wish this was made by a sparrow, but you can't even give us a black eye even if you tried"

They got into their fighting position when someone appeared behind me.

He tried to attack the sparrows but I didn't let him touch them. They ran away after the scene anyway.

My vision was blurry, and my legs were shaking, I didn't have a lot of energy after what happened the night before.

I fell but a pair of arms caught me.

- "hey, are you okay?"

His voice was distorted, I turned to look at him. It was five. We fell to the floor together, he was talking to me but I couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

He cupped my face.

- "hey, y/n, can you hear me. I'm five, hello", he said snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I blinked at his actions and he smiled slightly.

- "yeah... Yeah, I'm fine", I said putting one of my hands on top of his hand on my cheek.

- "good, now, can you stand up?"

- "what happened...?"

- "nothing, let's just, here, let me help you", he said helping me up.

I tossed my arm around him for support, he walked me to were the showers were.

I sat at the edge of the bathtub. He got a clean towel and started to clean my face, it was still dirty from the fight from the night before.

- "why did you even fight those people?"

- "you're eyes are really pretty"

- "that doesn't answer my question"

I sighed.

- "I guess I... I just needed to get all of that out"

- "all of what?"

- "we've been saving the world over and over and over again, and the problems are always there. And it's so frustrating when you like someone who is always there but it doesn't matter if he's always there he'll never realized that-" I suddenly stopped.

- "you were mad because Marcus didn't like you back? He's not even that good looking, I mean, I don't know what your type is but-"

- "god, to be someone really smart sometimes you're really stupid", I said standing up and walking away.

He appeared in front of me. And kissed me.

- "It's not that I didn't realize... I... Well, I spent a lot of time alone without any kind of interaction, and then finding you there, and being with you all that time before traveling back in time... I never thought you could even be capable of liking me after seeing all the things I did for the commission"

I kissed him again.

- "of course I liked you, you're... Badass, and smart, and I can say the same thing to you"

He hugged me tight and I hug him back. Then he quickly let go.

- "just don't tell this to any of my siblings", he said leaving the room, I just laughed.

#number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x you #tua five #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fic #five hargreeves fluff

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Forever

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Mentions of Reggie again 😒, mild angst ig but like not really

Summary: You and Five realize you're quite a bit more than best friends.

General Taglist: @caladrius103

Five Hargreeves Taglist: @dragon-master-kai, @justbookworm

Moots: @iheardarumorthings (who gave me the idea for this hehe), @thewritingbabe, @scandalous-chaos, @ddejavvu

Five Hargreeves is not an easy person to win the favor of. He’s pretentious, disagreeable, and overall seems to rather dislike everyone he lays eyes on. Everyone, it seems, but you.

You don’t know how you did it, really. You don’t know what it was about you that so struck Five Hargreeves’ fancy, to such an extent that he took you with him everywhere, even when he traveled to the future. You’re clumsy, and impulsive, and disorganized and inattentive and anxious - all qualities that when you first met Five, seemed quite the type of traits that would make him immediately dislike you. But somehow, things happened the opposite.

Five was not turned off by your chaos, but rather intrigued by it; he found himself wanting desperately to be around your cheerful carelessness, and it confused him as much as it did you. Perhaps it was your similarities to his brother Klaus, and the astonishingly different way you handled your shortcomings, or just how sheerly you contradicted his very being, with your bouncy, bubbly way of living and his surly, cynical, irritable manner. He couldn’t spend a day without you.

And so, that’s why you are where you are now, 58 years old and stuck in your 15-year-old body with the only man you’ve ever loved, trying desperately to stop an apocalypse that your former employers are determined to make happen. Typical best friend shenanigans, right?

“Five?” you say, lying on your back on Five’s bed and blowing a frustratingly stubborn strand of hair away from your face.

“Mhm?” He hums in response, as he so often does when preoccupied with something else. He keeps his eyes on his chalkboard of a wall and continues scribbling furiously, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“How did we end up here?” you ask, sighing out a bit of a sad laugh.

Five lets out a sigh of his own, setting down his piece of chalk - which is beginning to look more like a stub - and leaning his forehead against the faded black porcelain. “I don’t know.” He laughs bitterly. “I suppose it’s because I’m too foolish to see past my own hubris.”

“No, Five.” You walk over to him, gently pulling him away from the board and into your arms. “No, no, Five, no. You were a child, okay? You were curious and stubborn just like all children are. Your father treated you like you were older than you were, so you felt like you could do anything at far too young an age. And when he told you you couldn’t, he acted as if it was a failure on your part rather than a natural part of being a child. Don’t blame his shortcomings on yourself.”

You hear a whimpering sort of gasp, and with a mild sense of alarm, you realize Five is crying, that the wetness gathering on your shoulder is coming from his tears. You push down your shock and run your fingers through his hair, stroking him softly till the whimpering quiets to a quiet, uneven sort of breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I know how much you like this sweater.”

You let out a watery laugh, realizing you’re crying yourself. “It’ll wash out.”

“Lord, (Y/N),” he says, sounding almost in amazement. “I’ve known you since… forever. I genuinely can’t even begin to imagine my life without you.”

“Well, I feel the same way about you,” you reply. “You’re my best friend.” Somehow, though, that label doesn’t feel quite right.

“No,” he murmurs, pulling away to cup your chin in his hand. “We’re much more than best friends.”

And suddenly his lips are on yours, softly moving until neither of you can take it any longer and it becomes desperate, for nothing and everything all at once. Your hands find their way into his hair, and his curl around your waist, and you no longer feel like a person who’s kissing their best friend. You feel like one half of a whole, finally complete in the arms of your soulmate. You kiss until your chest burns from a lack of oxygen, and then when you pull away for air you hold him in your arms, unwilling to let go until you have no other choice.

“I love you,” you tell him, quietly like a secret only he’s allowed to hear. “I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you.”

“We’re idiots, that’s why,” he cracks, a small smile on his face, and you can’t help but laugh in response.

“You aren’t wrong.” You kiss him softly again, savoring the feel of his lips against yours.

“I love you too,” he says softly as you part once again. “Forever.”

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 4 months

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Caged In

Pairing: Yandere Five Hargreeves x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You try escaping Five but you should’ve known he’ll never let that happen.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: Five is aged up, as usual. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

It’s pure luck how you managed to catch Five unguarded, successfully kicking him in the groin and running towards the door as he slouches in pain.

Not so lucky as the door is locked. You should’ve guessed but right now, your brain is working fast, adrenaline pumping in your veins. You take a left turn, running towards one of the guest rooms, hoping that at least one of their windows must be unlocked.

It’s the first time you’re actually trying to escape, acting upon an impulse. Five is going to be ballistic but you don’t have another choice. You just can’t stay here anymore.

It’s driving you insane. Actually he’s insane and he’s on the verge of turning you insane too.

“Y/n! Come back here now.” Five loudly yells but you don’t even dare to slow down.

You have a hopeful feeling this is going to work.

Barging into one of the large guest rooms, you immediately run towards the window and try to shove it upwards.

It doesn’t even budge.

You frantically run towards the next room, spitting a cuss word. Five is nowhere to be heard but you know it won’t take long before he’s fully operational again. That thought alone makes your hands sweat.

You forcefully push the door, praying this window is unlocked but as soon as you take a step inside the room, Five materializes. A cocky grin on his face, hands on his hips.

“Oh? Were you planning on going somewhere, darling?” he mocks you.

“Five, please…” you beg, feeling your determination slipping away from you as he starts taking steps towards you.

“You actually thought you’d be able to get away from here? From me?” he lets out an incredulous laugh.

“You should’ve known better, Y/N. I’ll never allow you to leave me. You’re stuck with me for the rest of eternity.”

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hargreef · 1 year

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for my readers, i really think you’ll like the next chapter. i’m excited about it—it’s a really important one, and i hope you feel as fulfilled as i do finally wrapping up the story as it comes a full circle. thank you again as always — it’ll be out tomorrow <3

#the umbrella academy #tua #five hargreeves #number five #number five the boy #so be it #five fanfiction #the hargreeves siblings #number five fanfic #umbrella academy #five hargreeves fic #the hargreeves #five centric #tua fics #tua s3 #tua fic #bobee writes

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dicejpg · 9 months

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You should have left a note - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: Five is ordered to kill his ex-commission partner. He doesn't want to.

Note: I made this really late at night. I would really appreciate requests for Five :)

(Not edited)

WORD COUNT: 1K

2nd POV:

Five peers down at the paper that bears your name, hands shaky. He was ordered by the Handler--just this morning--to terminate you for immediate extraction.

It’s been a year since you left Five since you left the Commission. He'd been rightfully frustrated since your abrupt departure. He didn't get a note, nor a goodbye. Sure, you two weren’t all that close as partners, but he at least deserved a warning, he thought.

He doesn't know how to feel about the idea of blowing your brains out with his M1935.

You’ve been gone for approximately a year, leaving no trace or hints as to where you may be. But, the Commission finally tracked you down to a small town in New Jersey, 1978.

When he arrives in front of your supposed living quarters, he is taken aback by the rundown apartment complex in front of him. A real shithole. Its bricks are chipped and sun-bleached, presumably from old age. Police sirens and gunshots are audible from a neighborhood away, giving away the unsafeness of the area.

It’s twelve o’ clock at night. Five quietly blinks up to your numbered room. If he remembers correctly from the paper, it's room 395. Third floor, second door to the left.

Your apartment is dark, gloomy. Five does not turn on the lights, not wanting to give away his existence. But, he assumes you’re not home anyways. Your job as a bartender at a rundown restaurant downtown would have you occupied for at least another hour.

He wonders through the confined living space, taking note of a few books scattered on the coffee table, and an unmade bed. There's a small pile of dishes in the sink, a pot and two bowls. There are no picture frames, or wall decor. The room is barren with no personality at all.

Five would not even know that you lived here from the looks of the place.

It smells like you though, he unwillingly notices. He finds it oddly comforting nostalgic.

He’s in the middle of examining some scattered papers on the ground when he hears the jingling of keys outside the door. Along with your whistling.

Five blinks behind a window curtain in no time at all, blood pumping fast. You must have gotten off early.

Your humming becomes more prominent as you enter your living space. The sound of keys being thrown on the kitchen counter makes Five jolt, but he still goes unnoticed.

You make no move to turn on the lights, so Five risks a glance at you.

Your head is blocked by the freezer door, but he notices your disheveled work attire. Some black slacks and an untucked white button down shirt. Your apron hangs on a hook by the door.

When the freezer door is closed, he notices your face. It's the same as when he last saw you, but with sadder eyes and dark eye-bags. His heart sinks, he starts feeling uncharacteristically torn.

He watches you crack open a frozen dinner meal and place it in the microwave. You roll your sleeves up to your elbows while you wait for the food to heat up. Five always thought you had nice, toned forearms. He stares at them, at you.

His eyes are intense, observing as you lean against the counter, stretching and running your fingers through your hair. He feels his stomach knot.

Five was definitely the wrong person for this job. He readys his gun quietly.

You freeze at the almost imperceptible sound of a gun clicking, slowly turning your head in Five's direction. He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow because he's fully behind the curtain again.

The microwave beeps quietly, but you make no move to retrieve your dinner.

The sound of footsteps approaching Five's hiding spot makes sweat bead on his forehead. He debates letting himself be caught, but decides against it. Five blinks behind you, aiming his gun.

But you've already kicked the thing out of his hands, fully expecting his maneuver. You tackle him to the ground, gripping his wrists and pinning his legs with yours. Not before kicking the gun far away, under the couch.

"God, of course they sent you, Five." You breathe, glaring down at him in dismay. "The Handler's such a sadistic- I mean, sending my own partner to kill me? Is she kidding?" You ramble is distress, cursing your ex-employer.

Five gazes up at you, swallowing thickly. He fights thoughtlessly against your grasp, but tries nothing else to get loose. He does not want to kill you.

"Let go of me." He warns, feeling fuzzy and not knowing what else to say. His eyes never leave yours.

"Why don't you just blink away? You're fully capable of getting out of this." You accuse, getting close to his face. Your breath tickles his nose. It's minty.

Five hesitates, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he fails to regain his train of thought.

He remains quiet.

"You don't really want to kill me." Your grip on his wrists falters slightly when he doesn't object.

He softly pulls his wrists free, and you let him sit up. But you keep his legs pinned just in case. There is a strangely comfortable silence as you wait for Five to find the words.

"You should have just told me you were going to leave." Five whispers finally. His tone is unreadable. "Or at least left a note."

You look at him with a pained expression. "You're right. I should have." It's something you regretted for months after abandoning him. There is an intake of breath right before you add: "I missed uh- I miss you." You redden, not looking at him.

He exhales with a hidden smile. "Me too."

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