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silky-slinky · 2 years

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A WHOLE NEW YOU !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

A/N: I'M SUPER SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST !

Your head throbbed in pain from the time-traveling you and the Hargreeves siblings did. Stumbling through the alleyway, a groan left your lips from the bright light. As you looked around the alleyway, none of the Hargreeves siblings were behind you, in front of you, or anywhere for that matter.

Finally stepping out to the alleyway, you made your way through the sidewalk. You noticed the fact that the people were wearing much more vintage clothes than normal, and that they were looking at your clothes with confusion.

A newspaper was flying due to the windy weather that day. Taking the newspaper just in time before it flew away in a different direction, reading the date that was pasted right on top. It read '1962' in big bold letters along with the day and month.

As a result of the disappearance of your own not blood-related family, you opted for an escape. The many nights you've spent thinking of where they could be, thinking of whether they were alive or dead, thinking of what happened to Five, and what went wrong for you to end up in this timeline.

Months passed by, and you changed, of course, being that your environment and people around you also changed. You've thought of every single distraction from your life before. You thought you might as well have a fresh start since you were practically stuck here.

You've also made friends along the way. A woman named Donna who you met in a kindergarten school while you were working as an assistant for one of the teachers. Her child is named Lori, one of the few children there that you adored. The school was kind enough to let you work there, seeing that they needed a few extra hands to help them with the children.

Yet by nightfall, you and Donna were both in a gang that specialized in gambling. She introduced you to the head of the gang, giving her a good word in for you so that you could join. The gang was known for being classy while playing, of course, one of the best gamblers there. The thrill of being a goody-two-shoes in the daytime while being a gambler at night excited you. And for a moment, you forgot about what your life was like with the Hargreeves.

Many more months passed, and there wasn't a day you didn't think about the boy named Five Hargreeves. So many questions are unanswered, and so many thoughts running through your head at all times.

You've missed how Klaus could barge into a room high as a kite. You've missed how Diego would purposely miss his shots when throwing his knives at you when both of you were having arguments. You've missed how Allison would play with your fingers when you sat next to her. You've missed how Viktor would smile at you at any chance he could get. You've missed how Luther would carry heavy things for you when you couldn't. And of course, you've missed Five's presence.

Unbeknownst to you, Five was in your timeline. In Dallas, Texas. Where the others also resided.

Five walked past a small donut shop, him side-eyeing the glass, seeing people eat their donuts and drink their coffees. Then he saw a familiar side profile. A side profile he spent hours staring at, the very side profile he fell in love with. Even with your brand new hairstyle, brand new clothes, brand new everything, he knew you all too well.

A chime of a bell could be heard when he nearly broke the door open when he barged in. All eyes on him, his eyes on yours. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. Those many nights you've spent crying from worrying too much about Five were all dismissed when you finally saw him, very much alive, in front of you.

Almost tackling him to the ground, giving him the tightest hug you've given anyone. The other people in the donut shop looked at both of you as if you were two crazy people. Perhaps they were right, perhaps both of you were two crazy people. Two crazy people that are in love, that is.

You first pulled away from the bone-crushing hug, your hands scrambling up to feel his face. “Are you really real?” Five grinned at your state, his hands holding both of your wrists in place on his face.

“Yes, I am very much real.” Five's grin never once left his face.

You would squeal in delight if it weren't for being in the middle of a donut shop. You took one more look at his face, analyzing his features once more as you took a loving kiss from his lips.

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malikairose · 2 years

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Accidents| Five x GN!reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of blood and possible gore?

Summary: Your brother Diego is your closest friend; you sensed that he had been paranoid every since escaping the mental hospital and you decided to check on him. When he accidentally stabs your shoulder and Five finds out a whole bunch of comfort and yelling arrives.

(You were the Eighth Hargreeve sibling. Your abilities include immortality and pyrokenesis.)

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You quietly hummed along to the music playing through your headphones as you quickly walked down the street. You had just stopped at a small coffee shop to grab a black coffee and a frosted cream donut; Diego’s favorites.

You’re brother Diego had been extra paranoid lately, You had ignored at first, figuring he may have just been a bit shook since he had been a mental hospital for God knows how long, but a week has passed and it just seems to be getting worse. So, you decide you’ll pay him a visit.

Arriving at the room Diego was staying in, you open the door. Looking back at it, you probably shouldn’t have just barged into the room of a paranoid man who slept with knives and was blessed with perfect aim, but it’s too late now. You’re immediately met with a sharp pain in your shoulder and a less painful sting in your cheek. You let out a quite scream at not only the shock of being met with knives but also the pain surging through your body.

“Y/N? Shit!” Diego comes rushing over to you. Hs didn’t know it was you who entered the room or he wouldn’t have thrown the knives, he feels so guilty for hurting you as he examines the knife in your should and the cut on your cheek; he assumes it was from the second knife resting calmly in the wall.

“This is what I get for deciding to check in on you.” You sigh, slightly groaning in pain as Diego moves you towards his bed.

Since you are immortal, wounds usually close up pretty quick depending on the size. They used to close up much faster when you were little since your father would also force Diego to throw knives at you and see how long you could close them. That was how you too became so close, Diego’s guilt leading to him feeling a constant need to be around you to ensure you don’t hate him. It’s quite fucked up to be honest. Anyway, the pain for the injuries will stay until the regular time the injury would have resided but the injury itself would close up in less than a day only leaving a few wrinkles from the scar (unless it’s like a tiny cut like the one on your cheek).

Diego removes the knife, wincing slightly at your half scream half sob.

After calming down and getting used to the pain, you turn to Diego already sensing his guilt.

“First off, I got you a coffee and donut. Eat up while it’s still somewhat warm. Secondly, I’m alright. It’s not your fault, I came by because I sensed you have been extra paranoid lately and wanted to check in on you. I should have knocked, especially since you’ve been paranoid. Don’t blame yourself, I’m fine. I’m immortal.”

Diego nods slightly, “Still, I’m sorry. I know you’re still going to be in pain for a while.”

“Nothing I haven’t felt before.” You give him a reassuring smile. You change the subject and the two of you spend an hour talking about why Diego has been so paranoid lately and how you can help him.

The hour passes and you decide you should go over to yours and Five’s room. It’s a bit father away from everyone else’s rooms. Well, as separate as it can be. Our room is a hidden one downstairs. You lightly knock on the door to let Five know you’re there before entering.

“Y/N, my love! Where have you been?” He hadn’t known that you had been upstairs since he has been locked away in the room trying to figure out an escape back to 2019.

“I was upstairs talking to Diego. He’s been extra paranoid lately.” You reply.

Five walks over two you and hugs you, wanting to relax for the first time all day. All thoughts of his relaxation disappear though, when he sees your small wince of pain at his arms touching your shoulder. He also feels the way the shirt has the feel of half dry half fresh blood lingering on it’s fabric. Quickly he turns you around and moves your shirt to see the stab wound; it had barely healed since it had only been an hour, unlike the wound on your cheek which was fully healed.

“Fuck, love. What the hell happ-“ he cuts himself off after he realizes what had to have happened. You said you visited Diego and that he’s been extra paranoid. “Diego did this?”

Noticing Five’s hardened expression you quickly try to calm him, “Five, love, he didn’t mean to. I entered his room without knocking, I was being stupid. Please sit down.”

He ignored you as he exits the room in a blue flash, leading to you running out of the room and up the stairs towards Diego’s room, wincing in pain every few seconds.

“DON’T YOU EVER HURT THEM !” You hear Five shout. Luther, Viktor, Elliot, and Lila all come rushing into the space before Diego’s room.

The boys burst out of his room, Five is full on fighting Diego physically now, shouting every so often. Everyone is trying to stop them but Five is too lost in his anger.

Finally having had enough, you conjure up a ball of fire the size of a golfball into your hand and throw it at the wall behind Five.

“ENOUGH! Five, I’m fine. Please, calm down.”

“Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” He softens slightly when he sees you flinch slightly at his yelling, “My love, you should be resting.”

“I can’t let you kill my best friend!” You say, walking over to Diego. His face is blooding and he looks like he got much more injured than Five, who only has a bloody nose and a cut lip. “Five, it was an accident, let it go. Please?”

He can’t say know to you, “Fine. If this happens again, I’m not lying when I saw you will never see the light of day again.”

You both walk off as you go back to your room, five helps to reckless your wound and you help with his cut lip and bloodied nose.

Sorry it’s a bit bad.

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my-love-of-books · 3 months

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A/N: yeah no this is super short and entirely self-indulgent

Pairing: gn!reader x five hargreeves

Summary: reader has a nightmare, and five (their bf) comforts them

That smile. That red-lipsticked smile of The Handler. She taunted me as I watch her smirk. Curious as to why, I trace her gaze to Five. He stands between us, looking back and forth in-between her and I, before walking towards her, and something inside told me that he wasn't coming back. That he was choosing the commission over me. "Five?" I asked "wha- where are you going? What are you doing?"

Once beside her, he turns around, scoffs and smirks, "you didn't think I'd really stay did you? Why would I, being with you is pointless."

My eyes burned, and my throat caved in. "But- but you said-"

"I lie for a living y/n. Damn I knew you weren't smart but I didn't think you were stupid"

It was like the air got sucked out of the room. The handler cackled and everything went black.

My eyes open and I breath with a start; it was a dream. I try to slow my breathing when I feel tears on my face. shit I cried in my sleep. I move to wipe the tears off my face when an arm around my waist tightened. "Baby? You okay?" A tired and angelic voice asks.

Afraid my words will betray me I just respond with an "mhm" and a nod while I wipe away the streaks on my face.

This seems to really wake him up "No your not. What's the matter what's going on?" Five sits up a bit more, leaning over me and caressing my cheek.

"Another nightmare?" He asks softly.

I nod.

"wanna talk about it?" More tears well up in my eyes at the thought of him leaving me for something better. I turn in his arms cling to him, looking for support; he hugs me tight and whispers into my hair "mkay, love. We can talk when you're ready." His heartbeat is soft, but rhythmic, and steady, and he smells like an old forest and the lavender soap they have here.

"please don't leave me," I whimper into his chest "please"

I feel his sharp intake of breath, "never, my love. I would sooner die without you"

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moonyswritinq · 2 months

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diego : "come on, just admit you have a thing for Five."

you : "no, I do not. 'Cause I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile."

five, overhearing : *sends you a smug smile*

klaus : "yes, you are."

you : "yes, I am."

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mangoshorthand · 1 year

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heyy could i maybe request a oneshot where sub five gets marked up by the reader like hickeys and bite marks all over his throught and collarbone as well as his lower torso😻 and as the reader progresses he whimpers and is whiny the whole time and at the end he looks himself in the mirror and hes just so inlove with it? 😩

sorry if its a bit messy😭 have a great night/day :))

Great prompt. Hope you enjoy :). I promise the next ask prompt I answer will be non smut.

Your Desperate Man | Five Hargreeves/ GN Reader 2.8k words, Rated E

There were no two ways about it: Five was hot.

If you were to set him beside Diego, you definitely wouldn’t notice Five first, but he would be the one you'd leave the conversation thinking about. All Diego’s leather-bound muscles may as well not exist beside Five’s acerbic tongue, quiet good looks and the firm self-assurance in his intelligent green eyes.

So you could hardly resent it when others noticed. Why would you hate someone for sharing your good taste? Whenever you noticed him turning heads, your first instinct was one of fellow-feeling. You almost wanted to say, ‘I know, right?!’ and share a high-five.

So, no, you didn’t get jealous easily.

…But that bitch was getting on your last nerve.

It started a few months ago. She was a friend of Sloane’s who hung around the Academy like a bad smell. Ever since she met him, she latched onto him like a tick and, as soon as she could feasibly describe him as her friend, she came to spend time with him as much as possible, looking for his insight on some problem or another.

She was a mathematician, meaning that she could follow most of his logic when he talked about his latest projects. She could flatter him by learning from him and coming back a few days later with an improvement to her own work.

If you were jealous of anything, you were jealous of that.

Despite how he might look, Five was not perfect: he had an ego, and Alex knew exactly how to stroke it. And that was fine, in your opinion- so long as his ego was the only thing he let her stroke.

She nodded along and acted impressed and asked all the right questions and subtly flattered him and laughed at his jokes and made absolutely any excuse she could to touch his arm or his knee; to hug him hello and goodbye and she did it ALL while you were right there.

Fuck her!

But you trusted Five. He could see right through her, of course, but that didn’t stop him enjoying the attention. He rebuffed her with a perfect mix of politeness and friendliness, but he’d still leave most of his conversations with her with a swagger in his walk and an ironic smile directed at you.

‘Old dog’s still got it,’ that smile said.

You trusted that he had it under control, and he did actually like her as a person for some unknown reason, so you contented yourself with telling him your concerns. He agreed that they weren’t unfounded and reassured you that her feelings were definitely not reciprocated.

So, when you walked past the door of his father’s study one afternoon when she was over, you weren’t intending to listen outside the door, but the snatch of conversation you heard as you passed made you stop dead.

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Something about invariant theory, I bet.”

“No,” she said, coyly.

There was a moment of silence in which she was clearly trying to get him to enquire what it was about, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Right. So this stuff is child’s play,” he said, returning to the math as if she hadn’t spoken, “it’s pretty much Hilbert’s thirteenth, which I’m sure you’re familiar with. We’ve got to think about whether these functions can be written as a composite-”

“Don’t you want to know what happened in my dream?” she interrupted him.

There was a moment or two of silence before he replied.

“Not particularly. Now, would you like me to go on with the math or do you have somewhere to be?”

Satisfied, you continued on your path elsewhere.

Apparently, she did have somewhere to be, because she passed you on her way to the front door only a few minutes later. Five did not follow her to say goodbye.

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That evening, you entered the bedroom to find him preparing for sleep. Unusually for Five, he was clad in a t-shirt and sweats rather than pajamas. His towel-dried hair hung messily in his eyes. He smiled when he saw you, wrinkling his face momentarily into the lines he should by all rights have except for a certain time-travel accident.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you said.

You closed the door and crossed to the comfortable reading chair, raising your legs onto the arm. Five, trying to neaten his hair in the mirror, spoke casually.

“I don’t think Alex will be coming over again.”

“How come?” you asked, wanting to hear the rest of what happened.

“Hmph,” he said, disinterestedly, “she came onto me and I told her to fuck off.”

“What happened,” you said, interested.

“She came on flirty, like she does, but this time she tried to kiss me.”

He inspected a patch of dry skin on his neck.

“What?” you ask, enraged.

“Don’t worry,” he said, placatingly, “she was told precisely where to go. It was pretty pathetic, actually,” he remarked.

“I think I heard some of it,” you admit, “she was talking about having a dream about you and you made it clear you weren’t interested.”

“Yup, that was right before,” he said, darkly.

“Bitch.” you grumbled, “I knew she’d try something.”

“Well, you were right,” Five continued, applying a layer of moisturizer to his face, “but she won’t be trying anything again.”

You watched his face in the mirror, absorbed in his pre-bedtime routine. He was a creature of habit, you discovered: a man of little quirks and rituals, particularly when it came to personal grooming. As it had been so long denied him, he reveled in the luxury of even the tiniest routines: trimming his nails weekly, shaving his face daily and looking after his hair and skin.

The more intimately you got to know him, the less cool and caustic he seemed. Underneath it all, there was just a sweet old-young man crying out to be loved and needed.

…And occasionally fucked.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t just a little bit tempted,” you smiled, standing up and approaching him from behind.

“Of course I wasn’t,” he said, mildly offended, “I’m yours.”

He said it casually, as if he hadn’t quite thought through what he was saying. He caught your eye in the mirror as you appeared over his shoulder. He smiled slightly sheepishly at the familiar gleam in your eye.

Your arms slithered around his waist. Beneath his shirt your hands traveled over the warm muscle and flat stomach. His skin felt like silk. As the very tips of your fingers breached the elastic of his waistband, your chin came to rest on his shoulder, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered.

“What was that?”

A fine blush appeared in his cheek, like a delicate drop of watercolor.

“I said, I’m yours.”

Your lips played about his neck, your eyes holding his captive through the medium of the mirror.

He looked at you, expression open and anticipatory. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing attractively. You ghosted your lips further down, towards the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Mouth poised there, you spoke again, voice husky.

“Say it again.”

He shuddered with the knowledge of what was coming, and breathed:

“I’m yours.”

And you sucked a bruise onto his skin. Long, lingering and sudden. He let out a shaky breath as you did so, eyes drifting into a haze of pleasure. You pulled away and admired the mark, a port-wine stain spread on that delicate silk. His eyes were similarly engaged, looking at the new hickey in the mirror as if he’d never seen one before.

Taking the opportunity of his preoccupation, you looked at his face: the sweet, parted lips, the heavy brow and the jaw that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo. By the time his eyes returned to yours, the look within them made the slow, crawling sensation below his waistband redouble.

“Do you want more?”

He nodded slowly, but as you moved to mark him again, he abruptly turned his head towards you so that your lips met his instead. It was as if he couldn’t resist anymore, like a man dying of thirst finding a clear mountain stream. Leaning backwards into you, he sighed into your mouth and let your tongue roam.

He was so sweet in this mood; uncharacteristically compliant. Every time it came upon him, you never failed to be enchanted by him. Everyone always looked to him for direction and authority and this was one way he could take a break from all the responsibility. You were more than happy to give him that, especially when it left him looking all undone and pretty like this.

When you broke away from him, your hands were playing beneath his shirt, fingers stroking up and down the soft line of hair disappearing into his sweats. He closed his eyes as you again pinged the elastic on his pants, but they shot open again as your teeth nipped at the flesh of his neck.

He whined as you bit and sucked, the mild pain only adding spice to the pleasure: the prickle of fired up nerve-endings and needful ache in the lowest part of his stomach. As you dug your teeth in fraction more, you compensated by cupping his crotch through his sweatpants and holding him where he was hard.

When you let the skin go and turned back to the mirror, his eyes didn’t even meet yours: he only had eyes for the deep red mark you’d made and the white, crescent-shaped teeth marks disappearing before his eyes.

“You like that, baby,” you murmured, comforting his aching package with firm, circular rubbing motions.

“Yes,” he said, voice slightly higher than usual.

“Do you want more? Wanna be covered in them?”

He nodded enthusiastically, like a shy child offered his favorite candy.

“Arms over your head then.”

He complied, letting you peel off his t-shirt and discard it over your shoulder. You hummed appreciatively at the range of flesh now on display: at the pale, unspoiled skin you were about to pepper with burst capillaries. You weren’t a violent person, but you couldn’t deny the little squirm of sadistic glee at the idea of him covered with your marks.

The hand not engaged with his groin flitted up his stomach to stimulate the close bud of one nipple, making him buck automatically into your hand. The small noise he made went straight to the center of your own arousal; he was just so fucking aborable like this, all needy and pathetic.

So you sucked at him again, hungrily, leaning over to mark his collarbone. This time, you couldn’t resist giving him more than a nip with your teeth, biting him enough to abruptly stop his little whimpers and cause him to suck in air over his teeth. Despite this, he still watched, transfixed, as you worked at him with his arousal aching in your hand.

You eased up, letting his skin go and kissing the deeper teeth marks, as if you might undo the pain with each kiss.

“Too much?” you asked.

“A little,” he whispered, eyes nevertheless devouring the sight of his third mark.

You gave a little pout in sympathy with his plight and kissed his cheek.

“Shall I go easy on you?”

“For a little while.” he replied, that sheepish, coy smile on his lips. You knew what it meant: wind me up tighter first.

You were more than happy to oblige.

He moved as if towards the bed as you stepped back from him, but your hands on his shoulders kept him in place.

“You stay there.” you said, “I want you to be able to see yourself.”

“Okay,” he whispered, facing the mirror again as you came to stand in front of him.

His whines were music to your ears as you attacked your next target, sucking complementary bruises onto each pectoral. Then, bending to allow him to admire the new hickies, you moved further south. You grazed and suckled again and again at his subtly toned abdominals, his flank, and at the softer flesh of his stomach. As you did so, your hands explored the body they had explored so well, yet could never tire of exploring. You rubbed at his chest, hips, ass and thighs.

Each time you withdrew, he surveyed himself hazily, reveling with slavish pleasure in the cumulative effect of your claim on him: your flags planted on his body. The thought ratcheted his arousal to a higher pitch, and he felt his knees tremble as his heartbeat became evident in his groin.

When you sucked at the v-shaped furrow running invitingly towards his pubis, his whimpers redoubled. One of his hands came to your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. His hips pulled forward, as if your face attracted them like a magnet. Wordlessly, he begged with more pathetic little sounds.

You ignored his little ‘suggestion’ and rose to your feet from the spot you’d been kneeling.

Thwarted, Five let out a frustrated, high moan. His left hand immediately disappeared beneath his waistband, attending to his own need in a move of desperation. It made you smirk to see it, so you allowed him a few moments to pleasure himself while you admired his face:

His hair, starting to dry, was beginning to stick up at odd angles while the rest clung to his brow. His forehead was held a tight pinch with the intensity of his arousal and his lips were curled around gritted teeth, bringing the slight hook in his nose into greater prominence. Still in front of the mirror, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Muscles jumped in the neck beneath his thrust-forward chin.

As gladly as you could have watched him beating himself off beneath those sweatpants, it would have to be something to file away for another day. Today was about reminding him (as if he needed reminding), who he belonged to.

So, with this in mind, you licked one of his nipples with a deliberate, preparatory tongue.

“Oh,” he said, speaking half in exhale, “f-feels good.”

You sucked the nipple hard into your mouth, continuing to swipe your tongue over the hard bead between your lips. He panted, and then jerked as you closed your teeth around him.

“Oh shit!”

Experimentally, you tightened your bite around him and the speed of his strokes increased. Clearly, this was doing something quite profound to him. He let out a squeak that made your own nipples harden.

All of time could be at the mercy of Five Hargreeves, if he so chose, yet you could make him mewl like a newborn kitten.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “bite me. Fucking bite me.”

He whined again as your tongue continued to stimulate him, as you sucked his areola into your mouth and clamped your teeth down, marking him again.

“Ah shit! Harder!”

But you didn’t want to hurt him, so you released his swollen nipple and took his wrist, stopping him touching himself. He huffed needily, but didn’t resist.

You came to stand behind him again, pulling his wrists gently behind his back and tugging on them so that his body was completely on display in the mirror. You kissed from his shoulder to his cheek, trying not to smile at his obvious discomfort; at the stretched fabric of the sweatpants around his perfectly-imprinted cock, sticking firmly out from his body.

“What do you see, Five?” you whispered, once more into his ear.

“Please,” he whimpered, shifting slightly.

“What do you see in the mirror?” you repeated, more firmly.

He considered in a feverish sort of way.

“A desperate man,” he said, trying to nuzzle beseechingly into you, but unable to turn his head with his arms held that way.

“Whose desperate man?”

“Yours,” he said tripping over himself to satisfy you, “I’m yours, okay?”

“Look at yourself,” you pushed.

He did, lust-clouded eyes eating up the sight.

Marks. All over him. Fuck.

Seeing himself this way made him shiver. He reveled in the feeling of safe powerlessness, here at your mercy. He was definitely yours. Yours to do with as you pleased: your bruises and bite marks all over him were proof. He knew at least one that would be visible above his shirt collar tomorrow, and the idea filled him with a whorish sense of satisfaction. His cock ached harder at the idea that everyone would know he was yours. Your man.

Your devotee.

Your toy.

And he would submit willingly to whatever you chose to do next.

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NOTE: Dom!Five was my first love but Sub!Five is growing on me. Maybe I just like Switch!Five.

I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See masterlist for request status and more.

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khami-the-raccoon · 6 months

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Hi!

Could you do Five Hargreeves x Gn!Reader? Reader has the same personality as Will Graham, but has bad memory. Like they always need someone to remind them about what happened or what was planned.

(Ex. Everyone is meeting up at a random place, but a few hours later Reader forgets about it and everyone is wondering where Reader is.)

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I loved your idea :)

Five Hargreeves x forgetful! GN Reader

Summary: Five Hargreaves x GN reader, who is very forgetful, and also is reserved, and often has strange dreams. All of this leads to them being isolated from their family. Until their boyfriend Five helps them be able to socialize better.

Word count: 772

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Y/N was known for their smart mind, serious demeanor, good heart, their power to recreate the past in their mind, and an unfortunate tendency to forget things. Y/N was very forgetful, they used to forget events, meetings with their family, birthdays, and so on.

Also, they would often have really bad and vivid dreams, which would make them feel anxious and isolated. Most of the time, they would try to help others by using their powers to recreate the past in their mind, but afterwards, the dreams haunted them for whole nights. Their mind was sensible with the traumatic things they saw while using their powers.

But amidst the chaos, Y/N found solace in the arms of Five Hargreeves, the time-traveling genius, who was always there to remind Y/N of important events they forgot. And of course, accompanied them through hard days when Y/N would feel anxious and even scared because of all the dreams they had in the night.

One sunny morning, Y/N woke up feeling unusually groggy. As they rubbed their eyes, they realized that today was something important, they could feel it in their heart. However, Y/N's memory had betrayed them once again, and the details of whatever they had to do slipped away like sand through their fingers.

They started feeling anxious, they were scared of disappointing their family again. The Hargreaves family was usually very punctual, and would often be angry or at least upset when Y/N came late to a meeting or forgot it completely.

“We had booked a table in a restaurant for today, and you forgot it again. Do you know how far in advance we made the reservation? I'm sure you don't care because you only think about yourself.” That was what Diego said the last time Y/N forgot about something. That made them feel so bad about themselves, that they avoided their family the rest of the week, so, they didn’t want that to happen again, but they had forgotten the details of today’s meeting completely.

Meanwhile, the Hargreeves siblings were already sitting at a table in a restaurant to have breakfast together, eagerly awaiting Y/N's arrival. Confusion filled the air as they wondered where Y/N could be. Diego looked very upset, Klaus cracked jokes to lighten the mood, and Viktor was quietly observing the commotion.

Five, with his sharp mind, noticed the worried expressions on his siblings' faces. He knew it was up to him to find Y/N and make them remember. Determined, he teleported back to the Hargreeves mansion, and made his way upstairs to his and Y/N’s shared bedroom.

Opening the door, Five found Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed lost in their thoughts. Concern etched his face as he approached them, gently placing a hand on their shoulder. "Hey, love. Are you alright?” He asked gently.

Y/N looked up, their eyes filled with confusion, vulnerability, shame and worry. "I... I don't remember something important, do I?"

Five nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "There's a family meeting today, and everyone's been waiting for you. But don't worry, I'm here to help you remember."

Y/N's face brightened as they realized Five was their anchor in the storm of forgetfulness. "Thank you, Five. I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a tender glint in his eyes, Five took Y/N's hand and teleported both of them back to the restaurant. As they entered through the door, the Hargreeves siblings turned their attention towards the couple. Relief washed over their faces as they saw Y/N, safe and sound.

Luther let out a sigh of relief. "There you are, Y/N! We were starting to worry."

Y/N smiled sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Sorry, guys. My memory's been acting up again." They said.

Allison chuckled warmly. "It's alright, Y/N. We're just glad you're here now."

As the meeting started, Y/N leaned against Five, feeling his presence comforting. Five whispered reminders in their ear, helping them contribute to the discussion. The warmth of their love and the support of their family enveloped Y/N, making them feel whole.

Later that day, as Y/N and Five were back at the mansion, they walked to bed to cuddle. Y/N was laying their head in Five’s chest, their eyes closed. “Thank you for everything you do for me, Five… I love you” Y/N said, their voice quiet.

Five smiled and kissed Y/N head, caressing their hair comfortingly before saying “I love you too”.

#male reader #fanfic #x male reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x male reader #fivehargreevesxgnreader

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mattykay · 1 month

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Five Hargreeves x Stoner GN Reader

Content: Weed, alchohol, multiple forms of weed, Five being his bitchy self, no use of y/n

Five was no stranger to weed. Growing up he was constantly annoyed but the plants scent drifting up through his vent from Klaus' bedroom, and still to this day as Klaus clearly never stopped smoking.

It's not that he thinks anyone who smokes is a druggie, no not at all. He is just more of a fan of alcohol and cannot stand the smell. But when he has a partner who smokes a lot, a lot, it's an issue.

But at the same time one of his favorite things is coming home to you, freshly sparked up and calm.

His dress shoes clicked on the wood floor, prompting you to look over your shoulder. Your lazy eyes glanced to him and he chuckled at your state.

"It reeks in here." He said, trying to sound annoyed despite the grin on his face as his kissed your head.

"Oh cmon, don't be so grumpyyy!.." You teased in your lazy high voice. It made him smile more. He could resist but to set down his things and sit on the couch with you, putting his arm around you.

"You hungry?" He asked, a smirk on his face knowing damn well you had the munchies bad. Then the moment he saw your nod he was back up. "I'll order us take out if you promise never to smoke that shit again."

You of course, obliged, knowing you were gonna smoke again in a few hours. "Okay honey. I promise."

And so, he picked up the phone, punching in the number to your favorite resturant with your order already memorized.

Sorry this is short but I couldn't not use this idea!

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x you #weedisbae #x reader #gn reader #fanfic #the umbrella academy #tua five #tua

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honey-milk126 · 3 months

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Dating the Tua Characters

A/n : next one is Haikyuu. (This is not gonna have the little stories!)

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Includes : Luther Hargreeves,Diego Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves.

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⚠️ mentions of murder, Gn!Reader kinds implied, sorry if I use a nickname you hate,lmk if I missed anything⚠️

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Luther Hargreeves#1 ( you are 29)

•Is the biggest cuddle bug ever.

•Just wants to hold you.

•You have to ask if he is okay.

•Give him hugs.

•tries to spoil you.

•Wants to talk about his childhood.

•Physical touch and quality time are his love Laungaes.

•Nicknames for you: Baby, my love, honey, sweetie, teddy bear.

•Nicknames for him: Babe, love, sweets, my king, my baby.

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Diego Hargreeves#2 ( you are 29)

•Loves to hold you.

•You still gotta comfort him, he's been through a lot.

•Loves to kiss you. (It's his favorite thing to do)

•Quality time and gift giving are his love Laungaes.

•Loves to teach you how to throw knives.

•Loves it when you wear his clothes(his shirts)

•Makes everything about you. (He brags about you🥺)

•Honstley just loves to talk about everything you can do, what your learning, and your dates.

•Nicknames for him: boo, babe, love, sweetie.

•Nicknames for him: baby, my love, honey, my hero.

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Allison Hargreeves#3 ( you are 30)

•You guys dress up each other!!!

•Loves to talk about her day!!!

•She loves to hold you.(& needs reassurance that she's good enough)

•Takes you to her fed carpets? Meetings?

•Loves to show you off.

•Loves to talk about you. (It annoys her siblings)

•Fashion shows with each other!

• especially when you guys go shopping.

•Nicknames for you: Bae, babe, love, sweetie, honey, my Royalty, my flame, beloved.

•Nicknames for her: My queen, baby, my love, honey, sweets, pumpkin.

•Love Laungaes are quality time and acts if service.

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Klaus Hargreeves#4 ( you are 27)

•If you smoke or drink he will 100000% do it with you.

•Loves to hold you.

•Just needs held.

•Brags about you. (Again it makes his siblings so mad.especially Five)

•Compliments you 24/7.

•You complement him also 24/7.

•will be willing to get tattoos with you.

•Dont know what to get? He will get it so you can see it.

•Shows you off, To everyone even the old people.

•Loves to swim with you.

•Nicknames for you: Babe, my love, pumpkin, love, bae.

•Nicknames for him: Baby, sweetie, my hero (it melts his heart).

•He has like every single Love Laungae.

•Buys you flowers for no real reason. (He does it to surprise you bc everyone deserves flowers.)

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Five Hargreeves#5 (you are 29)

•You also have time travel abilities. (Like he dose)

•You also went through the commission.

•and you got stuck with him in the apocalypse future.

•it surprised everyone (even him.)

•Loves you so much.

•Gives you his special sandwich, peanut butter and marshmallows.

•Needs A LOT OF HUGS!!!!

•Loves to cuddle. (When be sleeps.)

•You help him study, and try to stop everything bad from happening.

•You know about Delores(it bugs you a little bit, but he was alone)

•Litteraly just loves you.

•Brags about you to everyone and anyone who will listen (even def people he will sign it)

•Nicknames for you: Babe, my flame, pumpkin, honey, sweetie, my little genius.

•Nicknames for him: my hero, baby, my genius, honey, sweetie, my king.

•Quality time and Physical touch are his love Laungaes.

•would kill for you/ try to protect you from the dangers in the world.

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Ben Hargreeves#6 (you are 17)

•Loves to look at you.

•Loves to show you off.

•You are also a ghost?

•Klaus is your best friend.

•Just loves to spend time with you.

•Its ice not to be alone.

•Nicknames for you: babe, baby, honey, sweetie, my love.

•Nickanames for him: my king, my ghost, love, babe, baby, sweetie.

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Viktor Hargreeves#7 (you are 28)

•Loves the fact that you treat him human.

• honestly loves to show you off.

•it kinda confuses his siblings.

•Teaches you how to play violin.

•Loves to cuddle.

• needs reassurance.(after everything)

•You know about his past. And how he was a she. And how he was neglected.

•give him flowers, he takes such good care of them.

•Buys you so many gifts.

•Get him stuff.

•Loves to cuddle by the fire ace and under covers.

•Loves when you read to him.

•Nicknames for you: babe, love, sweetie, my flame, my pumpkin.

•Nicknames for him: my king, babe, my baby, love, sweetie, my hero, my love.

#The umbrella Academy x reader #x reader #five hargreaves x reader #viktor hargreeves #alison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #diego hargreaves x reader #luther Hargreaves x reader #alison hargeaves x reader #viktor x reader #tua x reader #ben hargreeves #ben hargreaves x reader #gn reader #tua #tua fanfic

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ch0c0-cake · 2 years

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Catch

five hargreeves x gn!reader

requested by the most amazing @ells-graveyard <3

summary/request - can i request a little something where five and his s/o are fighting and the reader gets injured in battle but it goes unnoticed and they just kind of pull it off like nothing happened until it comes up later? (also as very squeamish person who can’t handle gore could that be a trait the reader has?) so when it finally is brought up bc they are clearly not okay five is like “?!!!?” and has to help them tend to it??

tysm for the request! you’re my fav to get asks from for sure ilyyyyy <33 (and im definitely gonna use this as a reference for when i get to this scene in Let Go)

warnings - cursing, killing, blood, gore, fainting, mention of vomit

“Y’know, that really isn’t my first choice of weapons.” You looked over to Five holding the axe in his hand, inspecting it with a look like it was gum on the bottom of your shoe.

“Good thing you aren’t using it then!” He hissed out, starting to walk off without you.

“Well you don’t have to be mean about it.” You pouted, following him down the hallway. You were from the Commission, like Five. You didn’t have any crazy powers like the others, but you’d be damned if you couldn’t kill anyone just as well.

Before Five came along, you were the best assassin on the force, making your kills quickly and quietly. You hated Five for a long time after he stole your title, but you kinda had to make ends meet when The Handler went and put you two together on a mission to kill quite a bunch of people.

Five Hargreeves was the first person to learn that the once greatest assassin on the force had a bit of a case of hemophobia. After the job had been done, he was just about to go back using the briefcase until he heard retching sounds from the other side of the room. After you were done puking, you promptly fainted and he had to bring you back to the Commission himself. Luckily he simply told a lie and said that you’d hit your head, figuring you didn’t want people to know you couldn’t handle a bit of blood.

The both of you came to an open doorway to see a long table with multiple people sitting on each side. At the very end of the table sat AJ. You’d met him a few times, you were gonna feel bad killing him.

He stood up and the others stared when the two of you entered the room. “You!” He seethed. “Call security!” He demanded as you pulled out your knife.

A woman pushed out her seat quickly and went to grab the phone, but Five took care of it and swung his axe down on her arm, neatly severing her forearm from the rest of her. Cries erupted from the room, and in a flash, Five was on the other side of the room and had murdered two men and left them laying against the wall.

“Five- ew!” You could feel your palms getting sweaty and your stomach almost churning at the sight. You tried to shake it off the best you could and jumped on the table, grabbing a man by his suit and pulling him towed you, then you quickly drove your knife into his neck. You didn’t let yourself see the blood start to drain and moved right on to the next person, effectively killing them. The screams of the board echoed throughout the whole room.

Five did most of the work very quickly, but you imagined he was more driven than you considering this was for his family. The both of you stood in front of AJ, who was cowering beneath the table. The little goldfish looked at the pair of you fearfully while you rested your arms on Five’s shoulder and smiled.

“She sent you, didn’t she?” AJ gasped, body trembling. “(Y/n)! How could you do this to a place that’s done so much for you?”

“Does it really matter now?” Five didn’t let you answer, tilting his head almost mockingly while you just shrugged and let him handle it. Five was kinda in a pissy mood, you wanted to let him blow off some steam.

“Whatever she offered you, I will double it, triple it!” AJ bargained, looking between the both of you.

“I’m not doing this for money.” Five was about to drive the axe into AJ’s glass head but was tackled. Your eyes widened and you watched him fall to the ground with an attendant that was not pleased Five wrecked the vending machine outside over a fuckin’ Fudge Nutter.

It was almost comical watching them both roll around on the ground, the lady screeching like a banshee about how he was gonna pay for the vending machine. You glanced to AJ.

“Don’t go anywhere, ‘kay?” You hopped off the table and watched with your knife as Five elbowed the woman. “Get AJ, I’ll handle her.”

“Fine.” He hissed, before looking back. This fucker was already gone.

“I told you to not go anywhere!” You shouted, watching as AJ fled the room. “Shit.”

Five looked around with slight panic and grabbed some kind of wooden paddle from the wall and took off.

A sudden tug on your leg pulled you to the ground, your nose making contact with the floor. You groaned as your knife skidded away toward the woman, and she just went ahead and grabbed it. She was about to try and kill you over a damn vending machine you didn’t even break!

“I didn’t break that stupid thing!” You snapped, rolling to the side as she plunged your knife down into the ground instead of your heart. You rolled away once more before you tackled her, pretty much wrestling with this stupid attendant who was treating one of your favorite knives like a toy. She thrust the blade toward you and you did a pretty good job at dodging. You grabbed the knife finally and stuck it in her chest.

“Goddamn.” You breathed, pulling the knife out and cleaning it on your suit. As you used your blazer, you suddenly realized where you had pulled the knife away from. A crimson stain was present in the side of your clothes, a rip in the shape of a hole going through your dress shirt…and flesh.

You had pulled the knife from your own body.

When had she stabbed you? Was the adrenaline too much to where it just overpowered your senses? That really didn’t matter, as the loud shattering of glass alerted you that Five had gotten AJ. The sound of footsteps was the next alert. Five was coming.

You quickly buttoned up your blazer and a very bloody Five walked into the room.

“You done? Come on before you vomit.”

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“Well?” The Handler’s smooth voice came from behind you and Five. You stared at the ground, not even bothering to look at the woman, but you did see Five hand her AJ in a bag to her from the corner of your eye. She gasped in pure delight. “AJ!” She cackled, holding him up to her face. “You’re finally starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours.” She hummed to Five. Although she got no response from Five or you.

All she got was a glare from you.

“Why so quiet, lovebirds?” She questioned, turning her gaze to you both. “I figured you’d be buzzing after this morning’s slaughter, especially you!” She held up a finger and tapped your nose. Still, no response from you, but Five did smack her arm away.

“Don’t touch them. And besides, all this killing…” Five grimaced and then looked to her. “I’m done with it.”

“What?” She pulled out a handkerchief.

“What I did today I did for my family and the love of my life. I did it to save the world.”

You were the love of his life? That was sweet.

“Oh please, spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you? Even (Y/n) didn’t bother with any of that. Besides, the so-called love of your life doesn’t seem very joyful.” She gestured to you, and you still hadn’t said anything. You just stared and hugged yourself while she attempted wiping the blood off Five’s face. Five looked over and frowned but didn’t have time to say much as The Handler held out the suitcase. “Here. Per our agreement. This will get you two and your siblings back to 2019. You have 90 minutes.”

“90 minutes?” You voiced, eyes wide.

You could practically feel the scoff coming from Five as he walked after The Handler. “You said nothing about a time limit!”

“Actually,” she checked her wristwatch. “You have 89 minutes and 30 seconds. Better hurry.”

“This is impossible, okay?!” Five continued walking after her, you quickly following. “My siblings are scattered across the city!”

“Nothing’s impossible. You two lovebirds proved that this morning when you killed the board.”

“Look,” you coughed into your sleeve. “Two trained assassins killing a small group of people is not the same as playing Where’s Waldo with five people in a huge city! We need more time!”

“Any more time, and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we’ll all be.” She turned to face you and suddenly placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned toward to whisper in your ear so that Five couldn’t hear.

“Especially you. You better hurry before all that blood drains right out of you.”

“Get your hands off them!” Five ordered, and she did so.

“Tick tock, tick tock.” She smiled and walked off.

Five looked appalled, but he grabbed your hand and teleported off while The Handler’s words were imprinted like a burn in your mind.

You were suddenly where Elliott lived, and you about doubled over at the sight of the bloody writing on the ground.

ÖGA FÖR ÖGA

“Oh- come on.” You groaned, trying to ignore the burning pain in your side just a little longer. You held onto Five’s arm as he practically dragged you up the stairs.

“Don’t look.” He said briskly before he pulled off the cover on the figure on the chair at the top. You shut your eyes just in time, hearing Five’s soft whisper. “Damn.” You heard the ruffling of the sheet and you opened your eyes.

“Who?” You quietly asked.

“Elliott.”

“Shit.”

You made your way over to the voices coming from where the phone was. Luther and Diego stood there, Diego seething some threatening words into the phone.

“Are they…calling someone?” You whispered and face palmed as Five went over to them.

“Hey! It’s Öga För Öga, idiots.” Five rolled his eyes.

“What?”

“Swedish.” You added with a soft grunt, sitting down in a nearby chair. Maybe it would ease the pain of the hole in your side. “Eye for an eye.”

Five nodded in agreement. “Exactly right, my dear. It means the Swedes killed Elliott.” He explained, taking off his bloodstained blazer and sweater vest while Diego made some bullshit excuse and hung up. They started saying something more as Five left the room, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Yours ears were ringing, and your head was pounding. The world around you was spinning. Your side was burning like a wildfire.

“Hey!” A sudden tap on your shoulder pulled you out of if. Five stood above you, now in clean clothes. “We gotta go find Viktor. Luther’s getting Allison and Diego is getting Klaus. Come on.” He held out his hand for you to take.

“Right.” You cleared your throat, the flaming pain in your side only worsening as you stood up with Five’s help. Your legs gave out and you would have tumbled to the ground if Five hadn’t quickly caught you.

“Hey, woah. Careful.” He said with his eyes just a little wider than before. You weren’t usually a clumsy person. Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to respond to him.

His left hand had landed right on your wound.

“Is everything okay?” He lowered his voice. “You’ve been acting strange.”

You had to build up your voice to respond. “Y-Yeah…’m okay. Blood, y’know?” You lied. Five didn’t seem to buy it, but he let it go.

“If you say so. Let’s go.” He set you up straight and let go. He started heading down the stairs, his left hand on the rail. But then you noticed his eyes darting to some bits of red at his fingers.

“Huh. I thought I got everywhere.” He pulled his hand up to his face in order to inspect it, his breath hitching. His entire hand was stained with blood. Where he’d grabbed you.

He whipped around and saw you leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs. Your black blazer was no longer being pressed against your body by your arms. He could now see the large amount of blood that stained your shirt, a knife-sized hole where the blood was darkest. Your body trembled, trying to hide the wound even when you both knew it was pointless.

“That’s not good.” Five breathed, frozen.

“Oh, I’m…” your breathing was harsh and ragged. “I’m fine.”

“No, you are not fine.” He said cautiously, starting to walk back up the stairs.

“F-Five…I think I’m gonna…”

It was like your legs just gave up. Five watched as your eyes rolled back into your head before crumpling like a rag doll.

“Shit!!”

You slammed into the railing as you fell forward, attempting to catch yourself but only pushing yourself down the stairs. In a flash, Five was scrambling to catch you. You crashed into his arms, starting to send him down the stairs, however he teleported and sat on the ground with you instead.

“Shit, shit! Fuck!” Five’s words came out in panicked shouts, drawing back your blazer to inspect the stab wound. “You dumbass!” He exclaimed with wide eyes, even though you were no longer awake to hear him. He slid his hand under your neck to hold up your head and checked your pulse with his other hand. Faint, but it was there.

“Five?” Luther leaned over the banister from the top. “Oh shit-!”

“Get medical supplies now before I come up there and stab you myself!!” Five demanded, cradling your unconscious body tenderly. “Shit, sweetheart…” he whispered, pressing a hand to your wound as hard as he could. “Why didn’t you say something?” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours.

Luther came back to the banister, holding up a plethora of supplies. “Is this enough?!”

“Yes, just throw it down! Don’t hit them!” Five snapped, catching the materials Luther threw down. Five carefully held you in his lap, sighing. “I’m sorry about this.” He quietly apologized, tenderly unbuttoning your dress shirt enough from the bottom to reveal the wound. He tried his hardest to prevent his hands from shaking as he began to clean the wound. Part of him was pretty pissed that he was forced to waste time, but he couldn’t let you bleed out or get any kind of infection.

“Hnn…F-Five..?” Your words were slurred together, eyes opening just a little. You instantly hissed in pain at the touch of your wound.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay.” Five rubbed your arm just a little. “Stay still.”

You tilted your head up and Five cursed when he saw your eyes widen at the sight of your wound. “O-Oh my god-! Five-!” Your voice came out panic-stricken and you started squirming, making this much more difficult for him.

“Hey!” He raised his voice to try and grab your attention. “Hey, listen to me! You need to stay still!” He said, but you only panicked more. He slipped his hand to the back of your neck and gently brought your head up. Without another word, he kissed you deeply. Just as he expected, you slowed down and stopped squirming.

Five took this opportunity and tried to look down to your injury the best he could while staying in the kiss. As soon as he started cleaning it again, your breathing increased and you began to shuffle.

“Hey, hey, no.” Five kept you close to him, looking back to your eyes. “I gotta tend to your wound, understand? That means you need to stay still, or it’ll just hurt more. That’s why you’re gonna focus on kissing me, alright? You’re gonna be just fine.”

You hesitated, but eventually complied with a nod and shakily pressed your lips to his.

“That’s it.” He said against your lips calmly, keeping his eyes open and treating the stab wound the best he could. It took quite a few minutes, but he was able to clean it up and wrap a bandage around it.

“There. Was that hard?” He asked after pulling away.

“Yes…” you muttered, glancing to the patched up wound.

“Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah…”

“Then what the hell were you thinking?!” Five exclaimed, grabbing your shoulders. “You should have told me right away before you just collapsed like that! Don’t you understand you could have died?! Don’t ever scare me like that again! Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have to tend to your partner’s stab wound?!”

You stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting this burst of anger. “Five, I’m so-”

“You better be sorry!” He cut you off, and that’s when you realized he was quaking. He let out a sigh and brought you in for a hug. “You pull some shit like this again and I’ll kill you, understand?”

“I understand, Five.” You chuckled quietly, returning the hug and leaning on him.

“Good. Now let’s hustle! We gotta find Viktor and get the hell home!”

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tags 🏷 - @ay4kshalatus @vennythearsonist

#five hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy x reader #five hargreeves #gn reader #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #umbrella academy season 2

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luvpooks · 1 year

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(listen to this song while reading if you want to!)

You're everything

Five Hargreeves x Male! Reader

Five Hargreeves was one of the most beautiful people i've ever met. His eyes, his smile... his everything. And me of ALL people was lucky enough to have his heart in my hands.

The way he smiles when he looks at me. Its as if we had just met all over again and i practically melt in his arms. I have no self control when it comes to this lovely man. When he holds me, his touch feels like sparks of fire.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I said in a sarcastic tone. "Oh you know, looking at the love of my life." Five returned. I laughed." Oh well of course it's not like we haven't been together for what? Like 40 or more years?" I took his hands from across the table, brought his hands up to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "I love you, Five." he said while kissing his hand. " I love you two times as much." He responded.

Oh... his smile..every time he smiles at me or anyone for that matter it's like i become a lovesick puppy. I just wanna coddle and touch him all over begging for his attention.

"Love?" Five looked over at me while i was admiring him. "hmm.." i responded while gazing into his eyes."You're staring again." He smiled. Randomly i state," Never lose your smile darling." He looked at me confused, his smile faltering slightly. "What do you mean?" I walked closer to him, caressing his cheek, "Your smile connects the ocean to the sand in my eyes, as if it's the light to all life- "I stopped for a split second. "No my life, my love." His lips slightly pulled apart. "What brought this up?" "Truly nothing these words cloud my mind every time i see you Five and i will always mean every word." I answered. He smiled one more and brought me into a loving kiss. "I love you so much (m/n). And i always will." "I love you so much as well." I happily returned.

We laid in bed my head lying on Fives chest drawing doodles on his skin. I looked up seeing Five staring up at the ceiling still keeping his hand in my hair twirling it. "Whatcha thinking about?" I questioned. He looked down at me and then looked back up. "Honestly nothing but you. I can never stop thinking about you. You make me swoon every time i hear your voice." I blushed. "I didn't expect that." I paused. "I'm supposed to be the heartfelt one." I joked. "Two can play that game, my love." He responded.

#Spotify #five hargreeves x gn reader #five hargreeves x male reader #fivehargreeves #malereader #the umbrella academy

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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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silky-slinky · 2 years

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WORDS WERE LEFT UNSAID !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

READ PART TWO HERE !

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

Five were stressed. More stressed than you've ever seen before. He was pacing left and right, and the floorboards underneath his black shoes creaked. Chalk powder on his sleeves from rubbing the equations right off his bedroom walls, scratching his head with the same hand he used to write caused white streaks in his normally black hair.

You've already told him that you were there if he needed another hand to help him. To which he dismissed your efforts and went right back to where he was, not even batting an eye at you.

You called out for his name, another attempt at having him take a break. “What, Y/n? Can't you see I'm doing something?” His words were tough, clearly filled with annoyance. To be fair, you were being a little annoying. Only because you wanted him to rest.

“I can see that.” You said almost sarcastically before catching yourself and continuing. “You should take a break.”

He finally turned to look at you. “Take a break?” He scoffed in disbelief.

“How can I take a break right now? Are you even hearing yourself?”

Safe to say, you were offended by his choice of words. He could have told you off but in a better way. You made your way in front of him, his stare not once calming down. “Are you hearing yourself?” Emphasizing the word 'you' to show him that you had enough of his nonsense.

Your face softened at his features, getting a grip of yourself before you could lash out at him. You could never be mad at Five, no matter how stupid his choices were or how he could immediately kill you if he wanted to. He helped you back then, he helped you in all those years you were together. How could you not be apologetic? He's saved you from anything you could ever think of.

You brought up your right hand to his cheek. His left hand swatting back yours. “Don't touch me!”

You never thought the day would come when you would be angry at Five Hargreeves.

“Fine then!” Five could hear the anger and disappointment hidden in your voice. However, his frustration got the best of him, and ignored you. He got back to where he was while you left the academy and into the cold, dark street. He could see your retreating figure from where he was standing, looking out the window.

He knew he was wrong. He knew how hard he hurt you. It was his pride that was too high to admit that he was wrong, and so he didn't. He didn't admit that he was wrong.

A few days passed with no contact with you. After that night, you hadn't come back. He asked Pogo if he might have seen you at least once but of course, he didn't know where you could be at the moment. Guilt-filled Five, he looked for you, turning his pride down. He had a feeling where you could be, a feeling he prayed that wasn't true.

He looked for you till his body physically ached, he looked for you so much that he threw aside saving the world, he looked for you that he hardly ever saw his sibling's faces.

Five sat on a sidewalk, looking defeated and tired. “Looking for her?” A voice spoke out. A voice Five hated to hear ever since he joined the Commission.

Five stood up fast, ignoring how his body ached. “Where is she?” He grits his teeth together in anger. He didn't know he could be so angry at a person.

The handler let out an amused laugh. “Want me to show you?” The handler knew she was playing a dangerous game. Knowing Five, knowing how he would react, knowing how he loathed her at the moment.

Five stepped closer to her, “show me or I'll kill you.”

“Oh, I'll gladly show you.” She says before blinking their way into an abandoned warehouse. Five's eyes danced around the old and rusty warehouse, till his eyes met your state, tied up in a chair, almost beaten to death.

Five could almost cry when he saw what she did to you. Acting out in sorrow, he blinked in front of you. His thumb glided across softly on your face, gently enough to not come in contact with your freshly made wounds. He could hear the Handler's red-bottomed heels ominously clinking from strutting her way behind the chair your tied-up body sat in.

Five couldn't care less, his number one priority was to bring you back home alive. He looked up at the Handler, tears glossing over his eyes. “Why?” He softly whispered. Exhaustion almost taking over his body.

“Come back to us! Quit stopping the world from ending. It was meant to end.” A grin stitched on her dreadful face.

“Don't you get it?” Five shouted, causing you to stir from the noise. “My family is in danger. I need to stop them from dying.”

“Come back to us or I'll kill them.” She pointed to you, a mischievous smile on her face.

Five's breath hitched. A choice far too difficult for him to make. You or his family? He stepped one foot forward, his foot touching yours. “Please, let them go.”

In all of her years knowing Five, she never heard Five beg. She never heard not once the word 'please' leave his mouth. Five is a tough nut to crack, he is not easily persuaded, not easily opened. The fact that of all the people in this world, you had the power to have Five on his knees angered her more. She couldn't see what Five saw in you.

The Handler laughed menacingly in his face. “Too late.” A glint of silver light emitted from her glove-covered hand, slicing through your throat in one clean slate.

Five couldn't react to that fast enough to save you. He also couldn't react that fast to the Handler blinking away to who knows where. As blood dripped down your throat, his tears dripped freely from his eyes. He couldn't save you this time.

Many words were left unsaid, and many tears Five had shed. If only he didn't let his pride take over him. If only he apologized. If only he didn't lash out at you. If only he could kiss you one more time.

After your death, Five was a wreak. Too distressed to even function. At one point, he forced Klaus to use his powers and show you one last time, yet Klaus failed.

However, he knew he had to keep going. He knew he had to, and so he did keep going. He kept going every day, ignoring the ache in his heart from not being beside you. He ignored the fact that he was slowly forgetting the sound of your voice. He ignored the fact that he wanted to join you.

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book-place · 2 years

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Stealing

Warnings: cursing, stealing, mentions of child abandonment, mentions of killing, knives, let me know if I missed any :)

Request: Omg I loved your klaus and Kid fic. There’s not a lot of platonic umbrella academy fics so thank you so much! I was wondering if you could write something about like Klaus introducing kid reader to the family like maybe he goes to his dads funeral with her. Thanks :)

(Sorry that this took so freaking long and that it’s not very good)

Request by: @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x child reader, Hargreeves siblings x child reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When he had to go back to his childhood home, Klaus brought you with him for only one reason, all he hoped was that his siblings didn’t see you

A/N: I know that Vanya’s in this fic, but SOO excited for Viktor

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Okay, remember the plan?” Klaus asked, bending down to your height and rubbing his hands together.

You nodded slightly, looking up nervously at the huge, prison like building in front of you, “Take anything that looks valuable enough.” You repeated what he had told you earlier.

“Good.” He ruffled your hair, “And step two, if possible-“

“Avoid your family because they are a bunch of assholes.” You cut him off, again repeating what he had told you.

“Hey.” He scolded, lightly swatting your arm, “I told you not to repeat that word.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well then you shouldn’t say it in front of my young ears.” The mocking tone in your voice was not hard for the man to decipher.

He huffed, ignoring your comment, and gently took your arm and began dragging you up the stairs of his childhood home, “Hopefully nobody got here yet.” He muttered mostly to himself, but you still heard.

It made you sad to see that Klaus didn’t want to see his family after all these years.

Though he never told you details about what had happened, you knew that he and his six siblings didn’t end on very good terms.

You had always envied how Klaus had so many siblings when all you had wanted in life was just to have one. Somebody to talk to before your parents left you. After that even would’ve been nice.

It always made you sad that he didn’t take advantage of having all those siblings. Seeing them whenever he could. Keeping in touch. Reaching out.

He had told you a little bit about them when he first found you all by yourself in a park a couple years ago, back when he first took you in as his own.

You reached up and took his large hand in your small one, giving him the best reassuring smile that your six year old body could grant.

He looked down at you, smiling tightly before squeezing your hand gently and leading you up the rest of the stairs and through the large door.

“Master Klaus.” A voice called out through the halls, making said man freeze in his steps.

You, who was behind Klaus’s legs, peaked out to see who was talking to the man, only to see a monkey in human clothes with a cane.

Your eyes widened as the monkey looked at you curiously, “And who would this be, young master?” He asked.

Klaus’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked off to the side where Ben was, not that either you or the monkey knew that he was there, and sent him a questioning look, wondering how the monkey had seen Ben.

The ghost facepalmed and gestured to you, still behind Klaus.

Klaus looked back, “Oh… Oh!” He gently pushed you out from behind him, “This is Y/n!”

You gave a shy wave and the monkey returned with one of his own and a kind smile, “I never took you as the fatherly type, Master Klaus.”

Klaus’s eyes widened, “Oh no, this isn’t my child. Well technically it is my child, but not my flesh and blood.” He rambled.

“I am Pogo, young one.” The monkey greeted kindly, ignoring Klaus’s weird little speech.

“Hi, Pogo.” You said back.

Pogo looked up at Klaus, “I’m sure your siblings will be thrilled that you’re here.” With that he turned and began making his way out of the hall.

You took a moment to look around where you were, not really having been able to do it before because you were too distracted by the talking monkey in the middle of the room.

But you also couldn’t necessarily say that you were surprised about it, Klaus had told you that his family had powers, as well as himself.

The hall you were in was massive with a tall ceiling and sort of menacing and dark decorations. All in all, the room was very intimidating to your six year old self.

You had to jog slightly to catch up with Klaus once you snapped out of your little daze, the man already being about ten of his paces ahead, making a beeline for the stairs.

Halfway up the staircase, you were doubled over with your hands on your knees, huffing and puffing.

Klaus glanced back at you from almost the top already, “Here, we’ll split up to cover more ground. Remember the plan!”

You watched with a huff- of annoyance this time- as he took off to the left at the top of the staircase, before forcing yourself to track up the rest and go to the right.

As you walked, you mumbled bad words to yourself that you heard Klaus say whenever he was upset about something, and continued down the long hallway.

Most of the doors were firmly closed, and locked as you figured out whenever you tried to open them, but there was one door at the end of the hall that was open.

Curiously, you walked in and your eyes widened in wonder and amazement.

The room was filled to the brim with valuables, ranging from expensive looking watches to a couple art pieces that had to have been at least a couple hundred of years old.

You bit your lip, glancing from side to side nervously, having a mental debate with yourself on what you should do.

From all the children's tv shows and movies you watched, they all talked about how stealing was bad. But you wanted Klaus to be proud of you, you didn’t want him to leave you like your parents did, because you didn’t do what he asked.

Finally coming to a decision, you nervously and hastily rushed over to where it was sitting and shoved it into your sweatshirt pocket.

“What the-“

The sudden voice made you jump at least a foot in the air and whip around in alarm, ready to spew out any excuse that you could come up with for the unfamiliar sounding person.

In the doorway stood a confused looking man holding a knife, the sight of the weapon making you let out a little yelp and duck down right away.

“Uhh…” The man had dropped his hand that was tightly gripping the weapon, but didn’t relax his defensive stance, “What the hell is going on in here?”

Immediately, you took the watch out of your pocket and threw it down, back onto the dresser that you had picked it up off of.

While he was still too shocked to do anything, you ran as fast as your little legs would carry you, and shoved past him with surprising force and hurled yourself back down the hall you came from.

It only took him a couple of seconds to recover from his shock before he quickly rushed after you, the sound of pounding feet filled the house as he did so.

You rushed down the stairs, trying not to stumble over your feet before running into the first room that you saw, which just two happened to be a living room.

As soon as you entered, your fight or flight instincts took over and you immediately ran to a close cabinet and began climbing, knowing that the furniture could hold your small frame but not the man’s large one.

From the top of the brown cabinet you watched as he skidded to a stop in the room, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room for any sight of you.

You silently let out another bad word that Klaus had said in front of you as the board beneath you creaked a little, giving away your location.

The man’s head whipped up so fast he should’ve gotten whiplash, but before he could get a good look at you, a glass bottle came flying down towards his face, and this time it was his turn to let out a little yelp and duck.

There were multiple glass bottles up near where you were, so you had decided to use them to your advantage.

After the glass shattered along the floor, he barely had time to stand up before another one was being hurled at his head.

You kept dropping one after the other, never letting the man think long enough to recover himself.

The sound of glass shattering was so loud that you and the man both hadn’t heard the stamped like footsteps rushing into the room until a voice silenced all else.

“What the hell is going on here, Diego?” Allison stood with her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Behind her stood a timid looking Vanya, an awkward looking Luther, and a distracted Klaus.

You had paused, midway throwing another off, as did the man named Diego, crouched down with his hands over his head.

The name Diego ran a bell somewhere deep inside your head and it took you a minute to realize how you knew the name. Diego Hargreeves. Kalus’s brother. And the other people must've been his siblings that were still alive.

When he saw the others, he jumped up and immediately started rambling, “I heard a noise coming from inside a room so I tried to investigate, and I found a kid stealing one of dad's old watches! They took off before I could talk to them!”

This caught Klaus’s attention, who had been looking around the room in boredom, and for the first time his eyes landed on you, slowly realizing what was going on.

Once he did, he hurriedly rushed over to the cabinet that you were on and stuck his arms out, “Come on, n/n. Just get down from there, it’s not safe.” Those who didn’t know the man wouldn’t have caught the slight desperation in your tone.

After eyeing Diego warily, you slowly gave in and jumped down into Klaus’s ready and waiting arms.

The rest of his siblings watched in confusion as you let Klaus gently set you on the ground before slightly moving behind his legs.

“Klaus… how do you know this child?” Luther asked, looking down at you in shock.

“And why the hell were they stealing?” Diego asked, and then eyed Klaus, “Did you hire a kid to do your stealing for you?”

Everyone ignored him as Klaus clapped his hands together, “Everybody, seeing as you’re all here I guess I’ll just introduce all of you. This is Y/n.” You gave a small wave from behind the man, which only Vanya returned, “I suppose they’re kinda like my adopted kid or something.”

Luther began looking at his brother like he grew three more heads, “You do know that kidnapping a child isn’t considered adoption, right?”

You let out a small huff, a little offended that he would think that you would just let yourself get kidnapped, “He didn’t kidnap me.” Everyone’s attention turned to you, “He took me in when mommy and daddy left me.” Suddenly all of your confidence was gone and you found yourself becoming shy again.

Slowly, on their own time, everybody came to an understanding about what you meant, and each reacted in their own ways.

Allison looked at you with pity, Diego’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over at his brother, Luther let out a small ‘wow’, and Vanya slowly came over to you, as if to try and not frighten you.

She bent down to your height with a small smile and a wave, “Hi there, Y/n. I’m Vanya, it’s very nice to meet you.”

Klaus looked over at the two of you, letting a smile grow on his face. He never would’ve admitted it, but he had always wanted to see what it would be like for his siblings to meet you.

And so far he wasn’t disappointed with the outcome. Especially since you almost killed Diego.

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fxckin-polkadots · 2 years

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Hello it's the bf again,do headcanons or tiny oneshots of hanging out with the tua boys

hello boyf!!! will do <3

Hanging out with the boys // TUA + TSA

Master list

Warnings: none / not proof read

A/N: reader is gender neutral, can be read as romantic or platonic for most of them (unless strictly mentioned otherwise) includes the following characters

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves (platonic)

Viktor Hargreeves

Marcus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (both sparrow & umbrella i treat them as separate characters)

Alphonso Hargreeves

Christopher Hargreeves (platonic please hes a cube)

Synopsis: N/A

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TUA // Luther Hargreeves

Luther….hasn’t really had anyone in his life to hang out with, besides from Allison but the last he heard from her she was getting married. Spending four years on the moon, alone, isolated means the poor boys social skills aren’t…the best

He also never thought anyone would want to be near him, but that all changed when he met you. You looked past the parts of him that usually got him disgusted glances, you treated him like a person.

Of course, being the softie he is he always wanted to make you happy and keep you around, he just didn’t know how, his knowledge on relationships wasn’t the best, nor did he know how to handle genuine compliments without feeling like you were actually poking fun at him.

However, you always make a point to hang out with him, you got to see the side of him that most people didn’t, the fun loving side, with child-like wonder about everything around him. You loved taking him to theme parks or attractions, anything that got him immersed in the universe so he didn’t have to think about the world outside

He’d never tell you how much that meant to him, or how much he missed you when he had to return home, but he always waited for the text of “Hey luther, wanna go and see [____] place?”

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TUA // Diego Hargreeves

Diego the lone wolf, the vigilante with a saviour complex, the man who NEVER accepted kindness as an answer for anything, was currently taking a leisurely stroll with you, someone about a week ago he was saving from a break in.

He’d honestly been trying to push you away from him, but just couldn’t. You were persistent and as much as it annoyed him, it was also something he loved about you. You always pushed him to get out of his bubble and to enjoy life.

You didn’t need to do anything extraordinary for him, he just enjoyed simple things - trips to cafés, walks in the park. Even if he wouldn’t admit it the stress of trying to keep up the whole “vigilante superhero” façade weighed on him significantly.

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TUA // Klaus Hargreeves

9 out of 10 times hanging out with Klaus includes getting drunk, however there are times when you two have genuinely heart felt moments together.

Klaus, albeit not all the time, feels as if you only hang out with him out of pity, but he wouldn’t bring it up out of fear of you leaving for good.

When you aren’t getting shit faced drunk, your going on road trips around the country, talking about whatever klaus thinks of, he doesn’t really have a proper filter, so these topics can range from “what if walruses had tiny hats” to “what would you do if it was your last few days alive”

He’s glad he met you, you’re a breath of fresh air in his crazy life. He’s always afraid you don’t actually like him sure, (fuck you reginald) but he’s glad he has someone to laugh with, someone who can still drag him back to earth after a night of drinking.

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TUA // Five Hargreeves

Five claims he “Mildly tolerates you” which isn’t exactly true, he’s always wanted a true friend, as much as he denies it, being alone in the apocalypse definitely hasn’t helped him learn how to make friends though.

But your determined, persistent even. To stubborn to give in to him shoving you off at your attempts to get closer to him. Any time you do hang out he complains the entire time. Though you can see right through him. In the corner of your eye when he’s not looking at you you can see the small, barely noticeable smile on his face.

Five HATES you for it but he does enjoy your company, the way you treat him like he’s a normal person. He knows that once he goes back to the rest of the umbrellas he’ll be bombarded with a million issues, but for a brief moment he can unwind and be around someone he cares about without worrying about the world ending

Maybe he is glad to have a friend like you, after all.

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TUA // Viktor Hargreeves

Viktor loves being around you, you’re so nice to him all of the damn time, he’s just not used to it. Most of the people he allowed close to him ended up hurting him, or he had to leave them behind. But you were different, you were gentle and he didn’t have to run from you this time.

You didn’t treat him like he was an explosive waiting to go off any time you hung out together, you treated him like he had value, like he was a worthy human being, your hang outs usually include quality time; him teaching you the violin, you talking about life and the world around you.

Sometimes however, you both enjoy cuddling on the couch to some sappy romcom, with popcorn of your choosing.

Viktor always felt like an outsider, but you made him feel at home, like he belonged.

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TUA // Ben Hargreeves

Ben might be a ghost, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting to hang out with you, convincing klaus to let him use his body to talk to you.

It’s odd at first, Klaus acting completely different than usual around you, and it takes a LOT of proof for Ben to prove it’s actually him and not Klaus playing a prank on you.

Getting to know ben, you realise that he is as quick witted as you, always fast with a remark if he thinks something is stupid. But you like that he never pushes boundaries, and he’s definitely more fun loving than most of his siblings.

You both wish you could’ve spent more time together before he had to go back to being an invisible specter, but klaus always tells you when ben wants to say something

(this isn’t the best one i’m sorry)

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TSA // Marcus Hargreeves

A/N: this is short bc he sadly got very little screen time and there’s not much abt him :( which sucks bc i adore him so much he deserved better

Hang outs with Marcus are few and far in between, mostly because he’s not too fond of being swarmed by obsessive fans, he wanted to only be with you, not answering a million questions.

In all honesty, you were a good break away from the fame and his family’s rivalry with the umbrellas, always knowing how to relive the tension from his shoulders. You never worshipped him as a hero, hell you even had a sarcastic streak and teased him for it.

But he genuinely, truly enjoyed your company, even if it was only a brief, he still smiled fondly upon the memories he had made with you. He was this big important superhero, brimming with confidence, yet you pulled him back down to earth and helped him in enjoy the simpler things.

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TSA // Ben Hargreeves

Let’s face it, Bens an asshole, a grade A motherfucker, he knows you know it, so why, why do you even bother to try and get close to him? Every time you did he’d hit you with a nasty remark, yet you still continued to hang out with him, and he didn’t know if he liked that.

You were a lot of things, persistent, annoying, stubborn, but most of all you did care about Ben. During the time you spent together, which was really you showing up and Ben begrudgingly putting up with you, you sometimes saw a crack in Bens tough guy façade, seeing instead someone who was just afraid to get rejected, and he hated (or in truth, loved) the fact you always told him you were there for him if he needed it.

Time with Ben usually included clubs, parties, anywhere he was invited to as a guest or honour. He had a habit of showing off to you if you were looking at him, which always got a chuckle and an eye roll from you. He’d fake offence at it (okay maybe he was a little offended) and it would send you both into fits of laughter, maybe having you around wasn’t so bad.

And though he never admit it, you did open him up to seeking help and comfort in others, even if it was only him asking for a hug in private or him admitting when he’s mentally drained (which was rare even so)

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TSA // Alphonso Hargreeves

Alphonso is actually quite a chill guy, aside from his tendency to make snarky comments about people. Hanging out with him usually includes lounging around the Sparrow Academy or late night food runs.

Of course, Jayme usually hangs around with you two as well, but you don’t mind, their easy going attitude suits you just nicely.

Banter is a usual thing between you two, if the sparrows didn’t know any better they’d think you hated each-other, which was quite the contrary since you were probably each-others favourite people. Even if alphonso isn’t the most empathetic person he does try to use his status as a sparrow to keep you safe from people, especially while your together in the town at night.

When you’re in the sparrow academy however, you’re usually watching some form of horror movie with him, listening to him joke about the shitty affects, saying that you’d make a better monster, and laughing at your fake offended gasp as you clutch at your chest.

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TSA // Christopher

With help from the sparrows, you learnt how to understand Christopher, and you had to admit his sense humor was definitely a shock. When ever you hang out he’s always making you laugh, or making a comment that catches you off guard.

you mostly spend time together at the sparrow academy, since there’s not much Christopher can actually do

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This might actually be one of the longest posts i’ve ever written 😭 some of these aren’t the best, since it either depends on how much we get to know the character or in Christopher’s case, we literally don’t know what he says ever lmao

i do hope u like them though !!!

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