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fiveapocalypse · 1 year

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Five: I’d like to propose that we all calm down and take a nap

Allison: the world is ending!

Five: when has it ever stopped ending? That’s right. Never. I’m going to nap now

Diego: you can’t be serious

Five: can’t hear you, I’m napping

Klaus: but—

Five: oh I’m sorry, do you guys actually CARE about the end of the world now? Not how it works buddy! You had your chances, you blew it, and iff you’ll EXCUSE me, I am going to eat a whole JAR of peanut butter and TAKE A NAP.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves centric #five hargreeves the boy #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #alternate universe #five hargreeves headcanons #diego hargreeves #tua incorrect quotes

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holistictimedrfiter · 6 months

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Rewatched The Umbrella Academy and I’m so excited for the final season will be coming up next year 🥹🎉☂️

I really love them and their siblings chemistry/vibe…💜 and this is AU Adult! Five if he didn’t went into the future and stayed with the rest of the family.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy au #alternative universe #doodlings #fan art #tua #tua au #umbrella academy #number five #five #vanya hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #digital art #doodles #my art #tua fanart

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darkk-academic · 2 years

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BALLERINAS & BRELLIES

[The Umbrella Academy, High School AU]

Summary : Sir Reginald Hargreeves made the decision that the Umbrella Academy was to join a private high school—undercover to solve a three year old cold case.

It all went downhill from there.

Pairing : Five Hargreeves x F!Reader

Warnings : Graphic Depictions of violence, blood, murder.

Prologue

Something wicked comes this way.

A storm brews. Dark clouds twisting and turning in the midnight sky, casting an ominous shadow as owls fly overhead, in the center of it all stands—Ravenwood Prep.

Inside the otherwise dark performance hall, the only source of light currently is a spotlight. A lone figure— a girl—dressed in all white—stands underneath, performing fouettés.

Seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, as she closes her eyes and continues. Angelic and graceful in every move.

Lying in the shadows, watching its prey.

Heavy rain pours down, pelting against the windows. Whistling wind stirs the foreboding silence.

A hidden figure watches the girl. Standing still, not making a single sound. Just watching. Waiting.

The night of disquiet, it's eerie and still.

Lightning strikes, trying to cut the obsidian blanket of night in half, as the rumbling thunder echoes throughout the vacant hallways of the school.

A rustling sound disrupts the girl's concentration. Halting, her gaze drifts over the room, searching for the source.

"Hello?" she speaks out loud.

There's a terrifying screech as something flies past her head.

She screams in fright, crouching down as her hands cover her ears—in a vain move of protection.

All of a sudden, she is acutely aware of the quietness coating every atom of the room, her heavy breaths reverberate through her ears. Her eyes lock on an Owl—perching upon the edge of an open window—she heaves out a shaky exhale at the sight.

The Owl's luminous stare feels unnerving. The owl hoots, once, twice and promptly flies away. Leaving behind a feeling of dread, and an omen.

Fear, in your spine, runs down along a chill.

Standing up, the girl runs a trembling hand through her hair. Trepidation rising from the pits of her stomach, a churning in her gut. She decides to leave.

Stalking the corners, before giving chase.

Before she can take so much as a step, a hand grabs her from behind, covering her mouth. The smell of something familiar and leather invading her nostrils, as she tries to fight off the frightening hold.

Her elbow contacts the assailant's ribs. Their hold weakening slightly, and she takes her chance, ramming her head back, she lands a hit. Shaking off their grip.

She runs.

You cannot outrun, the wicked's maze.

Her heart gives a stutter, beating, beating, beating. She hides inside the janitor's closet. The closest seems to echo with the sound of her harrowing breaths, slapping her hand on her mouth as she tries to quell it. Tears fill her eyes, body shaking in fright.

She hears the soft footsteps approaching her hiding place.

Run, dear run, it's after your heart.

Hiding behind the door, the girl watches as the figure steps inside the closest. A silver knife in hand, the sight has her breath hitching.

She musters every ounce of courage she can as she strengthens her hold on her weapon—a heavy flower vase—waiting for the figure to walk forward just a little more.

They do. And then she hurls it at their head. Ceasing her escape.

Fall down, and you will be torn apart.

Her calves are burning with every step she takes—she hears the footsteps rushing after her—but she cannot stop, not with her freedom in sight. She can smell the rain, hear the storm, the cold breeze is brushing her face to prove that, yes it's all true. So close, achingly close she is to escape this nightmare.

She is so overwhelmed by the prospect that her eyes don't even notice something spilled on the floor.

She falls.

Oh, sweet girl, you've been betrayed.

Her head spins both with the impact of banging it against the ground as well as the absolute shock she feels right at that moment.

She cannot fathom. Someone she has known for so long—

She has unlimited questions—what happened? Did I do something? Why? How?—but limited time.

"Why?" she whispers, nonetheless. Exerting whatever energy she has left to push herself away, but she fails, arms giving out.

She doesn't want to-to— there's so much more she wants, her-her performance is tomorrow, her thoughts spiral. Vaguely, she realizes that she's crying.

How does it feel—the pain of the blade?

She doesn't understand how it happens or how, she blinks and in the next second a knife is plunged deep within her.

Her breaths bloom in her throat, too much and not enough, as she struggles to inhale. Tasting copper, blood rolls down her mouth. Vision darkening as her eyes roll back. It is then that she feels a pain so potent she wants to claw at something, the agony consumes her.

Within the confines of her mind she chants, please, please, please, please, don't—

Come the next night, you're on display.

The figure tilts their head, peering down at the girl, such a pity, they think. Shaking their head, they take a hold of the girl's leg, stilling once they notice the girl's shallow breaths.

Oh well, they shrug, she won't be by the time I'm done.

Something wicked walks away.

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A/N —:

KSKSKSMSNSM, Anyways—

That girl is someone else, it's not you dear readers. So..... Thoughts? I didn't know whether I should post or not but I really wanted to, so yeah.

Although I'm thinking about posting it on Wattpad and AO3 this fic is gonna be a bit longer.

I'm so dumb. I deleted the post where I asked you guys about writing this fic I-

#five hargreeves #tua five #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #number five #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves oneshot #tua #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #tua fanfic #alternate universe #five x reader

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veliana7 · 2 years

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Klaus, texting Viktor: Viktor there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Klaus: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Klaus: Viktor

Viktor: Viktor is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth

#the umbrella academy #tua incorrect quotes #viktor hargreeves #tua viktor #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #Viktor bully Klaus over insect again #in an alternate universe where smartphone exist

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laiqualaurelote · 2 years

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“You guys seem really chill about all this,” observed Ben. “By this point most people are running around screaming.”

“Occupational hazard,” said Klaus.

“I’ve lost a lot of blood,” said Diego. “I’m just accepting everything at face value right now.”

Allison is the best damn realtor in the business, and she is going to sell the Hargreeves Mansion if it kills her. Never mind that it’s packed to the rafters with the ghastly relics of grisly murders, or that there’s a vampire in the basement who looks like a 13-year-old, or that the medium she hired to exorcise its inhabitants keeps flirting with some of them, i.e. the one with the knives and the one with the tentacles. Or that if they all spend enough time together, they just might cause the apocalypse.

NotSiblings!AU that is basically The Umbrella Academy as American Horror Story: Murder House, though you need not have seen any AHS to read this. This fic was originally written in 2019 but has been updated to reflect Viktor’s name and pronouns.

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killingdoll · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40840818/chapters/102337377

There is no Reggie, no Hotel Oblivion, no Guardians and certainly no reset button for the crumpling universe. What’s left for Klaus and his siblings is death. And beyond death is… The Void.

Sparrow Ben x Klaus

#horrance #ben x klaus #klaus x ben #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #tw: death #tw: suidice #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy s3 #ao3 fanfic #alternate universe #the void #sparrow ben #tua klaus #tua ben

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yourlocalnegroko · 1 year

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a battle of smarts and brains

I BEG OF THEE, READ THE INFORMATION BELOW BEFORE ANSWERING THE POLL, NOT EVERYTHING IS CLICKY CLICKY BUTTON

(finally, one where Artemis' feeble soft little playdoh zero structural integrity spaghetti noodle body isn't a disadvantage)

POP QUIZ/BUILDING TEST!

Trivia, Maths, Science, Quantum Mechanics, Languages, History, Physics, Regular Mechanics, Engineering, Psychology, this quiz has it all!

Of course, that's a general overview of the topics.

Artemis' whole gig is being the smartest in any room he goes into, and he is. However, Five had to do equations to time travel and save the universe and that, both very complex, so he must be good at that at least.

Keep in mind that I, @yourlocalnegroko am the examiner, so that's a factor.

ARTEMIS' STRENGTHS:

-Knows everything about everything

-Languages, Maths, Technology, Physics, Engineering, Psychology

-Knows how to read people.

-lucky bastard

-examiner was previously in love with him(DON'T BLAME ME OK), now just feels strongly affectionate towards

ARTEMIS' WEAKNESSES:

-Atlantis Complex

-fear of the number 4, hero complex alter ego that comes out if he gets electrocuted(which could happen during the mechanics part of the test)

-probably can't lift any of the mechanical equipment, but he did build a plane so

-painfully antisocial, does not might not know how "people" act

FIVE'S STRENGTHS:

-As far as I know, he knows Greek, Latin, French, German, and Spanish.

-Equation master.

-Intimidating(would probably scare the hell out of the examiner(me))

-examiner was in love with him, still is

FIVE'S WEAKNESSES:

-Too hard on himself, second-guesses himself

-needs coffee to function

-no experience in mechanics

EXAMINER(ME)'S STRENGTHS:

-Fair

-Good at marking

EXAMINER(ME)'S WEAKNESSES:

-hopeless simp for both of them

-but more for Five

-daydreamer

-might get swayed by intimidation

Now that that's over with, it's

POLL TIME!

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s3xymoonman · 2 years

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watching s3ep1 of umbrella academy rn. what the hell is this dance competition. it’s fun though!!!!

edit: oops it was that green mouth cum on diego 🥺

#and why is luther already hitting on his alternate universe sibling 😭😭😭#he’s got issues tbh. incestual tendencies #umbrella academy #tua season 3

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tua-titanicau · 2 years

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Meet Louis, main female character of this AU🚢☂️

#the umbrella academy #theumbrellacademyedit #tua season 3 #tua five #fanart #fanfic #titanic #titanic au #alternate universe

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fiveapocalypse · 1 year

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Diego: I hate playing scrabble with all of you

Klaus: not my fault you’re uncultured

Allison: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is not a word!

Five: ITS IN THE DICTIONARY ALLISON

Luther: that doesn’t mean it’s a word!

Five: Ben, he’s being mean

Diego: we’re stating facts

Viktor: you’re being mean

Ben: which one of you idiots won’t let them win at scrabble

Klaus: all three of them

Allison: I—

Luther: guys—

Ben: you’re grounded from scrabble, now go play UnO

Allison: fine but just so you know you can’t stack +2’s and +—

Five: BEN SHE’S DOING IT AGAIN.

Feels like you might ramble about this so go ahead @tinned-beef

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islanddboyy · 2 years

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i feel like the new season of umbrella academy was weird with reginald. like everyone has the right to still be pissed at him even if this isn’t the reginald who raised them. but out of everyone it felt very off with luther. like he was so mad at him, but his wife who is ALSO reginald’s kid had nothing to say. like luther would be about to combust and sloane would be all it’s okay just calm down. like bitch. what about your problems with the bastard. you never got to see the world like you wanted. never got a life of your own. and your not fuming? like even ben is shown to have problems with reginald, but sloane, she’s just there. she just felt hollow in some aspects because the writers didn’t include all of her personality

#anyway #spoilers #tua #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #sloane hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #luther once again goes for his sort of step sibling #bit weird but we let it slide #because alternate universe and whatnot

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darkk-academic · 2 years

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INTRODUCING :

Ballerinas & Brellies

[Cover by me]

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Summary :

Sir Reginald Hargreeves made the decision that the Umbrella Academy was to join a private high school—undercover to solve a cold case long forgotten.

It all goes downhill from there.

“Passion reaches new heights, In Ravenwood Prep, as the clock strikes midnight, join us, but heed this advice— Everything isn't as black and white, Evil lurks in every corner, Always there, just out of sight.”

Pairing : Five Hargreeves x Fem Reader

On Wattpad and AO3

—Prologue

[Taglist : @omgsuperstarg @m4nd0l0r @cff3kat @winchestertitties @w31rdg1rl @elmoakepoke @currentobessionunknown ]

#five hargreeves #tua five #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #number five #the umbrella academy #alternate universe #high school au #tua #tua season 3 #tua3 #umbrella acedmy

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veliana7 · 2 years

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Viktor: How does one turn their emotions off?

Klaus: Okay, so first go to settings.

Klaus: I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Viktor: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

#the umbrella academy #tua incorrect quotes #viktor hargreeves #tua viktor #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #In an alternate universe where smartphone exist

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sissytobitch10seconds · 2 years

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Fear of the Ethereal

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: With Litha quickly approaching, Five set out on a journey to find his high priest. When he does end up finding him, he's met with a rather peculiar patron and his life is changed forever. Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of death, graphic descriptions of magical violence, death, and mentions of past pregnancy and childbirth Word Count: 18,118 (2,399 posted on tumblr) Ship(s): Viktor Hargreeves/Five Hargreeves

Archive link!

A/N: So I have a couple more stories in mind for this world and if y'all wanna see them then I'll write them! Until then they're just going to live inside of my head because I have too many other fics on my plate to write completely self-indulgent fics. If you have any questions on this world feel free to send me a message on my tumblr or leave me a comment. I've completely fallen in love with this world and I'm kind of obsessed with it. I struggled a little bit to figure out how I could incorporate Viktor's transition in this world without modern medicine so I kind of just skipped over it, so don't read too closely into it. Magic exists in this world so I think the suspension of disbelief can be stretched just a little bit. I hope you all enjoy it because I loved writing this! Thank you all for reading. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

“So this is where you’ve been all this time,” Five drawled as he came over the last of the hills that led up to the town Hazel had squirreled himself away in. He dropped back into his corporeal form and started forward, only to stop when he was met with the wide, silvery eyes of a screech owl staring directly into his own. Normally he would have been far more polite to any kind of bird, given how many of his closest companions had a variation of avian as their sacred creatures, but he was in a sour mood. “Out of my way,” he snarled, pushing past the animal to continue trudging towards the town. The bird responded by disappearing deep into the woods with two silent beats of its wings.

He hadn’t gotten more than a couple of yards when something else blocked his way.

It was a young man instead of an animal this time. He was short enough that he couldn’t be any older than his mid teens, famine and childhood illness not taken into account. His chocolate brown hair hung in short locks across his forehead and wrapped around the base of his neck to accentuate the hard line of his jaw. His dark hazel eyes were doe-like, imitating several of the animals that Five had come across in his journey through the surrounding woods. The boy’s face was blank, expressionless, and yet still challenging the god to do something he surely didn’t understand. He was wearing a simple black tunic with a pair of forest green pants that fit him too loosely. The only thing that was distinctive about him, that set him apart from the humans that would be occupying the village, was glimmering silver and gold chain around his neck. It looked almost like it was made out of horse hair, so fine that it took a well-trained eye to be able to find it.

When he spoke, Five felt like the words were being sent directly into his bones. Every fiber of his being shook with the reverberation the simple sentence caused. “You do not belong here.”

“I don’t think that’s for you to decide,” he replied plainly as he took another step forward. Despite how disconcerting this boy was, he had things to do. Sloane was going to be worse than Christopher if he didn’t pull his weight this time around and he could only do that if he had his High Priest.

The distance between the two was closed even more as the other took a step forward as well. “I do,” the boy replied. “You do not belong here.”

Five was nearing the edge of his rope.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and flashed his most menacing smile. It made fae and humans alike turn and run away with their tails, both physical and metaphorical, between their legs. His cheeks ached with the stretch. “And why would that be?”

“This is my town. I do not want you here so you do not belong,” the words almost sounded foreign coming from the other’s mouth. It might have been because every time he spoke, the sounds bounced off of the trees in the surrounded forest and cascaded down the mountaintop like a neverending echo.

“Your town? You’re a patron!” He nearly cackled upon hearing that. All of his troubles had been caused by nothing more than a spirit that was on the same level as the river nymphs and tree folk.

The patron spoke again. “Leave.”

Five closed the space between the two of them. He brought one hand up so that his forefinger was underneath the boy’s chin, tilting his head up so that their eyes were locked in place. “Little godling, you should be afraid of me.”

“I'm not,” he replied almost insultingly simply.

The next thing that Five remembered was waking up at the base of the mountain with his back aching unlike it had since he had first gotten that injury. His ears were ringing with a shaper, higher note than they did when his tinnitus acted up. He could feel half a dozen large branches, filled with leaves, sticking to his tunic underneath his cloak. There were scratches and cuts oozing shining silvery blood into his now very mucky clothing. His pants were covered in dirt and debris from his hike up the forest, but it had now spread to the rest of him.

Five slowly hauled himself up to his feet and gaped at the destruction in front of him. It was clear that he had been thrown down the mountain, pushing the brush and branches of trees out of the way in his wake. There was a massive hole, larger than it should have been if it had been his body alone, all the way from the curve of the top. Somehow he had been thrown both up and down when the patron pushed him away from the town.

The god released a growl of dissatisfaction. He balled his hands up in fists by his side, the dark blue energy swirling and crackling as he began to summon up as much of his power as he could.

Before he could unleash any of the fury that had built up in his stomach, which he had been planning on using to flatten the mountain and town, the man that he had been searching for was gently set down next to him. “My Lord?” he asked, looking back up the mountain where the slithering tendril of hot white energy was quickly retreating back into the puffy clouds dotting the skyline.

Five straightened up and shook his hands to dispel the last of his powers. “Hazel,” he replied, the discontent heavy in his tone.

"What, what're you doing here?" the priest asked nervously.

"I was looking for you. I hope you're aware of how close we are to Litha."

Hazel went a bit pale as he listened to what the god was saying. "Of course I am, My Lord."

"Then you should also understand why I need you back at my temple, preparing it as my sister's priests are preparing hers," he snapped. More of the crackling energy was beginning to form around them both, opening the portal to the Side World.

"My Great God, I promise that I can return back to the Temple of Time myself," Hazel quickly bit out as he eyed the opening portal beside them. Stepping through the Side World, even for as short a time as travel, was impossible for non-magical mortals and oftentimes very difficult for magic carrying humans. The Side World was for the gods and fae folk, not for mortal humans or beasts.

"You have lost my trust, dear priest," Five growled. He could feel his ability curling around his irises and shifting their color to a cool blue. "You will prepare my temple and then explain to me why you disappeared in the first place. Am I understood?"

The priest took a moment to think about it. His mouth drew up into a thin line as he looked at the swirling mass of blue and silver light awaiting him. "Of course, My Benevolent Lord," Hazel replied shortly. Five could tell that the mortal was upset but he couldn't bring himself to care that much.

He waited until his High Priest was through the portal before he stepped through as well. It took a simple snap of his fingers in this realm to send Hazel to where he belonged, nearly a half continent away from the town that Five had found him in.

The Side World mirrored the Mortal Realm in many ways, which is why so many half-gods and adventuring heroes got lost here for eons. Thanks to Five's gifts, time stood still for them here. Not that they would age even if they spent all of their lives in a place where time steadily marched further. Time standing still allowed for the gods of the seasons, the gods of night and day, and the gods of the future, to have a place to be where they did not have to control anything, each direction simply stayed stagnant. North for winter, south for summer, east for spring, and west for autumn.

Five carried towards the World Tree, where he knew his sister was going to be staying while waiting for his return. It was easy to get there now that his powers were amplified tenfold. The Side World listened to the gods that occupied it, shooting them to the place that they wanted to be with the deity in question only having to take a few steps.

Once Five had reached his destination, he was met with a flurry of demanded questions from the other gods he had grown quite close to. While each god had something akin to their own room, many of them shared a communal space with each other when they got close. Five shared his with twelve other deities. Only about half of them were there since many of the others had preparations to be made for the upcoming holiday.

"Five! Did you find your priest? If you can't then you have to actually step on getting a new one. You know that our temples have to be the same level of grandiose," Sloane insisted as she rushed over to her twin brother.

“Five!” Klaus beamed as he slung an arm over the taller god’s shoulders to bring him a bit closer.

"What happened to your clothes?" Allison queeried as she peaked around the other goddess to get a better look at him.

“You’re finally back. Sloane was really worried that you wouldn’t, you know,” Luther commented always protective over his wife. Five had never seen two beings, in all of his time existing, that were more in love than the two of them were. It made him ache for that kind of devotion, and for some reason the young patron he had run into outside of Mountain Respite popped back into his mind.

He shook his head to remove the thoughts before he held up his hand to stop the cacophony of noise. He pointed towards his twin sister first, “I was able to get Hazel back to the temple and gave him a stern warning. You don’t have to worry, sister, he’ll get everything prepared and Litha will go smoothly.”

Her shoulders immediately deflated as all of the stress she had been building for weeks finally dissipated from her form. She dropped back down to the ground, which made her shorter than him by at least two inches, as her powers were no longer responding to her haywire emotions. She darted forward and wrapped him up in a hug.

Five grimaced at the sudden contact but still lifted his arm up so that he could hug her back. He had never been the biggest fan of physical contact, going as far as to smite a couple of mortals that had touched him out of turn, but for people that he was particularly close to he was willing to make an acception. Especially when it was his sister, who was one of the most touch-oriented people he had ever known.

“Thank you, brother,” Sloane whispered into his shoulder when she unburied her face from his shoulder. She detached from him and then grabbed ahold of her husband’s arm to drag him off towards their room while excitedly explaining the plans that she had for the festival. Events and holidays had always been Sloane’s thing, while Five favored the more day-to-day mundanities in life.

Once the duo was a ways away and it was clear that Five wasn’t supposed to be included in the conversation, Allison rounded back on her friend. “So what happened to your clothes?” she asked, cocking her head.

Claire was sitting on her lap, blinking widely up at the god and his rather rumpled outfit, “Yeah, Uncle Five, what happened?”

“I got in a fight with someone, that’s all,” he replied. He reached up to the cloak clasp resting in the direct center of his clavicle, undoing it and allowing the fabric of his cloak to pool around his waist before he draped the garment over his arm.

“A fight with someone?” Klaus asked. “My goodness, Fivey, I thought that we were improving from when you a rough and tumble newborn god!”

Five let out a small snarl as he was reminded of the early days. Things had been very different back then, when they had been born of the Old Gods and left at the intersection of the Side World and Mortal Realm. They had been far more cutthroat and ruthless, especially as everyone tried to figure out the hierarchy of their powers. Things had only gotten worse when humans were introduced. He shoved his shoulders upright so that the death god’s arm was removed from him and he was free to move about as he pleased.

“I was searching for Hazel and came across a rather powerful patron that took me by surprise,” he answered, refusing to meet the eyes of any of his friends.

“It’s unlike you to be taken by surprise by anything. You’re literally the god of time,” Alphonso said, stopping in the doorway out of the communal area.

“Yes, well, it does happen sometimes. I suppose that I was just worried for Sloane and it got the best of me,” he said. He didn’t want to disclose the reason that he had been so effectively attacked, not when it could mean something horrible would happen to the patron himself and the town that he protected.

Five pushed past Alphonso so that he could leave the communal space and change out of his leaf-covered clothing. He knew his friends well enough to pause and listen to what they had said after he left the room, however. “It’s not just me, he’s acting a little weird about this, right?” Allison asked.

“It’s Five, he’s always a little weird,” Alphonso soothed before he began to direct his attention towards Claire.

The God of Time felt the tension leave his shoulders when the subject had been dropped. The little patron that he had met wasn’t infecting his thoughts more than any being that had gotten the best of him would, but for some reason he was feeling a little protective over that town.

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