#tua s3 five hargreeves x reader

[silky-slinky]

WEDDING AIR !

FIVE HARGREEVES X FEM!READER PAIRING !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

Five had to double take at you arriving and stepping out of the elevator. His mouth slightly parting at the sight of you. He couldn't believe his eyes. You weren't one for dressing up, always opting for comfortable clothes. It made you incredibly confident with what you were wearing, it hugged your curves well, the color making your skin-pop out. Safe to say you weren't the only one thinking of that.

You had grown accustomed to these people, so far to call them your own family. Caring for them as if they were your family by blood. Klaus is your closest friend there, alongside Five who you caught feelings for ever since spending time with him.

Your eyes panned to everyone, their eyes boring into yours. “Y/n/n! You look amazing!” Klaus quickly went over to your side, linking his arms with yours. As you watched Diego and Lila approaching the both of you, the others sent you a smile.

“Can't lie, Y/n. You do look amazing.” Diego said with a smile.

“Yeah, it's surprising you dressed up,” Lila said with a laugh. You even surprised yourself by dressing up. Well, you had to of course, for the sake of Luther and Sloane's wedding in the middle of an inevitable apocalypse.

“Why thank you, everyone. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience to attend a wedding in the middle of an apocalypse.” Courtly smiling at them while taking Klaus away from the group whilst his arm was still linked to yours.

Your eyes scanned the venue, with gorgeous lights that decorated the ceiling. The dance floor illuminated your faces as you made your way towards Five's table, Klaus still linked to your arm, looking like a lost puppy.

With Five's stare, you got uncomfortable right away. Was it the dress you were wearing? Your hair didn't look the way you thought it looked? Your make-up didn't match your dress? Five looking like a fish out of water. And you got more and more anxious when he didn't say anything, just staring at you. While Klaus was long gone, wandering off and pestering whoever he wanted to.

Your hands gestured to your dress and face after a few seconds of awkward staring. “Well? What d'ya think?” An awkward smile adorning your face.

Five's eyes looked at you up and down, stopping right at your (e/c) eyes. “I think...” He stopped and trailed off. “I think you look beautiful.”

After so many years of being in love and being friends with this man-child? This was the only thing he said that was a compliment.

You sat down next to him, “I dressed up. Who knows what'll happen next.” You shrugged your shoulders at him.

“I'm glad you did.” Five giving you a tight-lipped smile. He was uncomfortable with his heart beating so loudly, he's fought back his feelings and he wasn't about to accidentally out himself.

“I was about to say you aren't so bad yourself but I realized you're wearing the same thing you had earlier. Nevertheless, you look amazing.”

Five hated you with all his guts.

Five hated how you made him melt just by smiling at him.

Five hated how his heart would beat so fast when you were in the room.

Five hated how sweaty his palms would be if you were sitting beside him.

Five hated how he loved you more than himself.

And so he found himself drinking his problems away. The world ending and you. He never knew why he felt things for you. Hell, he didn't even feel these things when he was with Dolores.

“Five, stand up.” You had found Five in one of the elevators as you were going back to your room, drunk and unconscious. Surprisingly, you didn't drink even a sip of the booze everyone was drinking. You weren't a fan of alcoholic drinks in the first place.

“Y/n?” Five grumbled into your touch as you took one arm of his onto your shoulders to support his weight. The way to your room consisted of countless attempts to pry away from you. Several times your name was called out by him and every time he would, you'd tune him out.

By the time you arrived at your room, you were fed up by Five. Reminding yourself to never interact with a drunk Five. You were lucky enough to have a room of your own, you opted to lay Five down on your bed rather than going to the boy's room where Diego and Lila were probably shagging each other.

“Y/n.” Another whine came from his mouth, to which you rolled your eyes. One thing you were known for was your thin patience.

“Yes, Five?” Egging him to continue.

Five seemingly sober than before, he sat up on your bed. “Y'know? I hate you.” A chuckle left your lips. “Why?”

“Because you make me feel things I shouldn't feel.” Your heart raced incredibly fast. What did he mean by that?

“What?” You stammered over your words, stumbling back to the wall when he stood up and walked your way.

“I love you, Y/n.” Five could hear your breath hitch from how close he was standing in front of you, almost towering over you.

“Five, you're drunk.” Your hands pushed him away, making your way to the door, to which you could hear Five's feet following yours.

Your mouth left a gasp as you feel Five's hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you from leaving the room. “I'm drunk but I'm not dumb. I love you, Y/n. I always did.” Your whole body turned to face him, eyes glossy as tears threatened to spill.

Thoughts came racing to your mind, was he telling you the truth? Why now? Why did he pick a time when everything was going to shit? Why?

“Five...” Your mouth suddenly dried out. You called his name but no words wanted to leave your mouth.

By this time both of his hands were on yours, giving you the softest look he could ever muster up. It wasn't easy for him to be this open with expressing his feelings. All his life he never knew how to.

“I love you too.” Five let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, as he hugged you tighter than he's ever done.

“Why'd you confess now?” You say with suspicion laced in your voice.

“Probably the wedding air.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “and of course, the end of the world.” He says as he pressed his lips into yours.

THAT'S ALL, MORE TO COME !

- ★

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[writinghargreeves]

i love how Smart klaus is. his siblings and reginald tend to treat him like a clown who doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he consistently makes intelligent decisions they wouldn’t have though to make. like when he jumped onto the bison instead of getting kugelblitzed. he understood that it would just straight up wipe him from existence, and he wouldn’t be able to go to the other place. i love it he’s so smart

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[itstheghostofmypast]

*Y/N's room in hotel Obsidian*

Five: The world is ending and-

Y/N: Yes, I'm watching a Sitcom, sue me.

Five: ....*sits next to Y/N*

Y/N: you're such a Ross sometimes.

Five: does that make you my Rachel?

Y/N: Well, I always considered us as Chandler and Monica- you being Monica.

Five *shrugs*: fair enough

Klaus from under the bed: And i'll be your Joey

*Y/N and Five scream*

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[ourgoddessathena]

Five : *Accidentally hits Y/N in the face*

Five : *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Five : "ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!"

Y/N : "What’s wrong with you?!"

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[ednshtn]

Sparrow!Ben: I HATE ALL YOU PEOPLE! ALL OF YOU!

The others: *Doesn’t invite him to the bachelor party*

Sparrow!Ben:

Poor baby

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[parkersbliss]

Flustered | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc: 903

warnings: sexual innuendo?

synopsis: ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 043: “Your hands are really soft.” 054: “They have everyone.” “Not you.” “I’m the exception.” 067: “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

—

“Hi, Luther, Klaus, Diego!” You greet happily. Five doesn’t bother and just pulls out his chair.

“What’s wrong?” Later said through a mouthful of Chinese takeout. “You look happy.”

You come up next to Five, and he pulls a chair out for you, making your cheeks heat up at the small action. “Why can’t he be happy?”

“Well, he’s Five. Always so… bitter.”

You shrug. “They hate everyone.”

“Not you.”

“I’m the exception.”

“I am plenty happy,” Five spoke, taking a seat. “Had a nap and shvitz, what does a man need?”

“Brother’s who don’t eat like barn animals?” Klaus suggests.

Both Diego and Luther look to Klaus, mouths full of noodles, proving his point.

You sit down, smiling at the three brothers. You're dressed in the same thing as Five, a soft bathrobe that says “Hotel Obsidian.”

Klaus grins at you, and you raise a brow. “Nice hickey. Where’d you get it?”

“What?” You practically scream, pulling back the collar of your bathrobe.

Diego snickers, “Seems like Five got a little more than a Shvitz.”

Luther nods. “Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Klaus claps. “Oh my god, I’m so happy for you two! How was it?��

Five blinked at his brother. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, why not? We’re bros!”

Five sighs, looking at you, then back to Klaus. “It was… nice.” You basically die in your seat at his choice of wording. He notices and chuckles, grabbing your hand in his. The three brothers whistle, and you shrink further into your seat.

“Your hands are really soft,” He whispers in your ear.

“Five!” You whine, feeling like you might explode at all the attention and affection. You and Five mostly kept your relationship on the down-low, seeming it was the most concerning issue the past month.

“So I’ve been thinking through our little timeline snafu, and I’m pleased to report that in my professional, expert opinion: we are totally in the clear.”

“Awesome!”

“Huh.”

“Great! So everything’s totally fine?” Luther asked.

“More or less. I mean,” Five hesitates, smiling. “There is one small thing. But it’s nothing we can’t manage.”

Five hands you one of the carry-out boxes, “Choi mein, your favorite.” And you smile softly, mumbling a thanks to him. He just smiles back, “Anytime.” And your stomach flips when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. You actually think you might die this time.

“So, spit it out, boomer!” Diego mumbles through his noodles.

“Fine, Diego, it’s like this. Dad didn’t adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here,” Five explained as you take a bite of your own meal.

Klaus frowns. “Awww.”

“We just grew up in different places with different people.”

“So?” Diego questions.

“So where are they now? Odds are we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there living completely different lives.”

Luter gasps excitedly. “Our doppelgängers!”

“That’s a made-up word,” Klaus dismisses.

“No, no, I learned all about this in Texas. Tell them about the paranoid psychosis, Five!”

“It’s paradox,” You correct.

“Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought you said this wasn’t a problem?”

“Okay, yes,” Five admits. “Technically, if you’re near your Doppel for too long, you’ll go insane. So if you ever see your other self—”

“Kill them.”

“Sleep with them.”

“… avoid them."

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Luther asked, giving both his brothers a skeptical look.

“Oh, come on, as if you wouldn’t climb Luther mountain,” Klaus teases. The look on Luther’s face tells you enough about what he’s thinking.

“Wait, how are we supposed to guarantee we don’t cross paths with ourselves?”

“Easy. I mean, we’re the Benetton of superheroes, born all around the world until dad brought us here, which he no longer did. Doppel’s probably aren’t even in the same time zone as us.”

“That’s true,” Luther mumbles.

Diego nods. “Yeah.”

“Would you pass the moo shu?” Five asked, reaching across the table, and Luther does so. Suddenly, Diego leaves in a rush, and you shrug it off.

“So how long have you two been…” Klaus trails off, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Gross, Klaus,” Five said, before adding. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus sighs. “That’s so cute. I mean, (Y/N) is so sweet, and you’re so… you!”

You giggle at that, and Five rolls his eyes, “Thanks, Klaus.” Five grabs his takeout and a pair of chopsticks before taking your hand and helping you off your seat.

“You didn’t have to do that, Five,” You mumble, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know, darling, but I wanted to,” He replies, and you swear you’re gonna pass out.

Five must notice because he waves his brothers goodbye and leads you back to the hotel room. His hand intertwines with yours, and your face is even hotter now.

“You’re easily flustered, darling,” Five said, opening the door to his room.

“You’re not usually so forward, that’s all,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m retired, so I get to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

You hide your face in your hands at his comment. “Five!”

He chuckles, peeling your hands away carefully. “There you are, pretty girl.” Five cups your face in his hands, pressing a tender kiss to your lips that has you internally screaming.

“The rest of our lives is just gonna be this,” He promises.

“Really?”

“Really.”

— END —

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[fantasyfiction-net]

tua s3 incorrect quotes ft. y/n

Five: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck ================================================ Y/n, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Ben. Ben: How did you do that without turning around? Y/n: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you. ================================================ Luther: Hey, Five? Can I get some dating advice? Five: Just because I’m with Y/n doesn’t mean I know how I did it. ================================================ Y/n, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Klaus, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids Ben: what the fuck are you guys doing? Y/n: playing systemic oppression ================================================ Five: Why are your tongues purple? Y/n: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Ben: I had a red one. Diego: oh Lila: Diego: OH Sloane: *giggling in the back* Viktor: You drank each other's slushies? ================================================ Y/n: Anyone d- Allison: Depressed? Five: Drained? Klaus: Dumb? Ben: Disliked? Y/n: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ... ================================================ *Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Marcus: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Y/n: ...I did. I broke it. Marcus: No. No you didn't. Jayme? Jayme: Don't look at me. Look at Alphonso. Alphonso: What?! I didn't break it. Jayme: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Alphonso: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Jayme: Suspicious. Alphonso: No, it's not! Fei: If it matters, probably not, but Sloane was the last one to use it. Sloane: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Fei: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Sloane: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Fei! Y/n: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Marcus. Marcus: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Fei: Marcus... Jayme's been awfully quiet. Jayme: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Marcus, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Marcus: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Marcus: Marcus: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here. ================================================ Note: Thought It was about time to bring incorrect quotes back to this blog-

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[mediocreomen]

still can’t believe how Luther went from ‘I’m in charge, listen to ME !!!!!’ to ‘oh haha no one listens to me, can I have some almond butter?’ like the CHANGE

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[yourmomxx]

Five: I want to kiss you.

Y/N, not paying attention: What?

Five: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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[callmelinamfsnow]

“Now or Never”

(Aged Up) Five Hargreeves x F!Reader Warnings: NSFW, light mentions of wounds and blood. I wanted to put this out as soon as possible so it has not been fully proof read/edited. This is also like 3,000 words

Summary: Diego causes you to get hurt, much to Five’s displeasure. After taking care of your wounds he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels.

“Ow, ow- Five” you whined as he cleaned up your wound. “Sorry but I wouldn’t have to be doing this if you’d just listened to me” he said matter a factly before dropping the used rag into a metal bowl. “Cannot believe you listened to Diego, out of all people, instead of me and look” he continued as he stood up to throw away the bloody towels. “I thought he was going to be able to pull it off” you managed to let out, guilt and embarrassment starting to fill your chest. “He-” “He is an idiot (Y/N)!” Five snapped, slightly slamming the bowl he had in his hands on the table, “He almost got you killed out there so do not try to defend whatever dumb ass plan he had!”. You’d jumped at the noise, hissing in pain at the sudden movement .

His eyes immediately softened at the sound before letting out a sigh. He shouldn’t be snapping at you like this. Especially when it was neither your fault nor were you the person he was actually upset with. Diego on the other hand better hope this Kugelblitz gets him before Five does. Instead of listening to what Five had said Diego decided to try and be the hero and come up with some bullshit, half thought of plan that you agreed to help with because of whatever reassuring bullshit he told you. Though part of him wanted to be upset over the fact that you believed said bullshit, it never lasted. The weight of you on his lap plus the sniffles you’d kept letting out a constant reminder that you’d gotten more than your fair share of karma. Which is why when Diego even tried speaking in either of your directions he was immediately put behind a wall of siblings and Lila who all knew exactly what Five wanted to do to him for causing you to get hurt. It did help when he heard Lila both physically and verbally digging in on him over how he’d fucked up.

“Sorry” he sighed, looking down and cleaning his hands on a dry towel before walking over to you. “I’m just-… we’ve been dealing with enough shit as it is and the last thing I need is you getting seriously hurt because of my dumb ass brother” he continued as he walked over and sat down on the bed next to you. “I’d probably completely lose it at that point” he admitted, helping you get in a more comfortable position. Five watched you for a second, double checking that you were comfortable before continuing cleaning your wound. It wasn’t that bad, thank goodness. Just a somewhat deep cut on your arm and a few scrapes on your abdomen. But in the moments before he was certain what all was wrong with you, felt like all the hard work he’d been putting in these past weeks had gone to shit and the entire world was ending. “Here let me finish” he mumbled, squeezing the water out of the towel, and taking your arm in his hands gently. You both stayed silent, Five wanting to let his confession sink in but you hadn’t thought much of it. “I’m sorry for not listening to you” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small pout. He returned a crooked smile and let out a quick breath through his nose, “don’t worry about it (Y/N). Just don’t listen to an idiot over me” he chuckled. “Well you seem to think everyone is an idiot compared to you” you countered with a small smile. “Which is precisely why you should always listen to me” he teased and finished cleaning up the wound on your arm before reaching for the gauze and medical tape to wrap you up. “This is gonna hurt so I’ll try to be quick” he warned before going to tighten the wrap he was making. You let out a shaky breath and nodded, closing your eyes in preparation for it.

Five’s heart clenched in pain with you when he heard the whimpers you’d let out.

‘‘Fucking Diego’’ he mumbled to himself as he finished it, gently letting go and setting your arm down. “Okay, now let me just clean up the ones on your abdomen and you’ll be all done” he threw away the excess and then turned back to you expectantly, “you’re going to have to take your, uh, shirt off so I can get to them”. Your eyes went wide as you felt the blood rush to your face, “oh… right” you nodded. In all honesty you didn’t feel extremely confident about that considering you had a bit of a crush on Five, but of course the timing was never right considering the world was ending. Plus you’re pretty sure he didn’t feel the same or was even capable of feeling those feelings. Therefore, this was a very awkward moment, but if you hesitated any more it’d be suspicious.

“O-okay” you sighed shakily and took off your shirt, placing it next to you. At least you had a sports bra on. Your eyes avoided Five’s for a second, which he didn’t mind considering he got lost taking you in. He blinked his eyes to snap out of it, walking over to you, and resting his knee on the bed to steady himself when he leaned over. “Well these don’t look as bad as I thought” he mumbled, softly running his fingers over some of your bruises and wounds, causing you to shiver and giggle. “Does that tickle?” Five smirked at you, fingers still hovering over your skin. “If I say yes are you going to tickle me?” “Maybe a little…” he mumbled, making you whine his name out in protest, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at it. “Okay, okay I won’t…” his smirk told you otherwise and you were proven right when he tickled you lightly for a few seconds, “okay now I won’t”. “Are you going to clean me up or torture me?” You pouted and he chuckled, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t exactly call it torture but I get the message” he’d started to clean the blood up first before disinfecting it with alcohol and bandaging you up.

Five couldn’t help but continue to drag his eyes all over you as he did. In truth, Five shared the same feelings as you did, but chalked it up to hormones until he hallucinated kissing you. Since then he could barely stand to be without you for too long. His hands kept finding their way onto you in subtle ways. He’d take every opportunity to be as close to you as possible. Hell he was thrilled whenever Klaus asked if you could come on the road trip too.

“Oooo let’s bring (Y/N)!! It’ll be nice having a pretty face to look at while on the road” Klaus clapped happily when Five agreed to join him. “I’ll even leave you guys to spend some time together” he said with a knowing smile. Five glared at him a bit but nodded, “I’m sure she’d prefer that than staying with those idiots”. “Great!” Klaus smiled before going to ask you.

You, on the other hand, were having trouble controlling your breathing as Five continued to touch you. His hands were a bit rough from fighting and his cold fingertips didn’t help with the shivers he was pulling from you. “I’m almost done” he mumbled as he was finishing up bandaging. “Alright you’re all done princess” Five hummed, the nickname slipping from his lips involuntarily. “Princess?” You asked, blushing and Five’s eyes went a bit wide. “Uh, sorry it just kind of slipped” he apologized and went to throw the trash away. “No it’s okay. I like it” you smiled, grabbing his arm before he got up. “I do too” he mumbled, eyes glancing to your lips. Fuck he wanted you. He wanted you to be his princess. To sleep on his chest, while he played with your hair and rubbed your back. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body until you were annoyed and pushing him off.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he sat down fully on the bed next to you. It was now or never. “Oh, um, thank you” you mumbled a giant smile gracing your face, “you too”. Oh my gosh why did you say that? Who says that? “Thanks” Five laughed and looked down at your hand. At least he found it funny. “No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you” he said clearly, his eyes moving to look at your shocked and confused ones. “What do you mean?” You asked, your brain unable to comprehend what he was trying to say. He just chuckled at you and shook his head, “I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked in that flower dress you had to wear in Dallas, or how beautiful your laugh sounds even your so called ‘ugly one’”. Your face must’ve looked like a stoplight the more he spoke but you couldn’t seem to care much. “I can’t stop thinking about how soft your lips must be” he mumbled as he gripped your chin lightly and ran his thumb over them. “About how you feel pressed against me” he’d slowly started to get closer to you, “and I don’t want to keep acting like I don’t”. You were too stunned to speak for a moment as you looked up at him. “And I’m hoping you feel the same” he added. “I do” you squeaked, finally finding the strength to speak.

As soon as you agreed he crashed his lips against yours. Immediately moaning against them while his hand moved to cup your cheek. Your lips felt even better than in his hallucination. Five had started to lean closer against you, deepening the kiss as he did. You had to pull back after you ran out of breath, but he just kept kissing down your neck. “Mmm Five” you whimpered, tilting your head to the side for him. His hands started roaming your body carefully, not wanting to hurt you. “ I love the way you sound saying my name like that” he groaned against your chest, softly kissing the wounds he came across. His lips were surprisingly smooth, not perfect, but for someone with his lifestyle. “Do it again for me princess” he mumbled before lightly grazing his teeth against your skin. “Oh fuck Fiveeee” you whined and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Good girl” he hummed and fuck if you weren’t wet before you sure as fuck were now.

“You like that? When I call you good girl?” He asked as he squeezed your hips, telling by the way you gasped. “Y-yes” you nodded and pulled back to look at him. “So am I the only one that’s going to be shirtless?” You pouted as you looked over his fully clothed body. “Alright, alright” he chuckled and sat up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he looked down at you with those piercing green eyes. “Fiiive” you whined at his teasing and unbuttoned the buttons at the bottom of his shirt, causing him to laugh. “You can keep going if you want princess” he winked at you and you were more than happy to comply. You almost ripped off his belt and threw it on the ground before going to unzip his pants. You paused though, deciding to get back at him for his teasing and palming his erection. “Fuck (Y/N)” he groaned lowly, biting his lip as he continued to look you in the eyes. “Yes?” You asked innocently before continuing. “You’re so fucking hot” he mumbled and grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply. You continued to unbutton his pants as you kissed, wanting him as naked as you felt. As soon as you managed to get his pants down he got up, causing a whine to fall from your lips at the sudden loss of contact. That whine then turned into a moan when you saw him standing there in nothing but his briefs, palming himself as he stared you down like a predator on the hunt. “Your turn princess” he said as he walked over to you, pulling your legs gently to the edge of the bed. Five chuckled at the squeak you let out when he did and traced his fingers down your stomach til he reached the top of your pants, “may I?” He asked. “Course” you smiled at how thoughtful he was to ask. He bent down to kiss you as he took them off, but this kiss was different. It was sweet and soft. He left his head resting against your’s when he pulled back, smiling down at you before leaning back and fully taking your pants off.

“Fucking shit” he mumbled unconsciously as he took you in. “What?” You asked starting to feel a bit self conscious. “I don’t know how I haven’t came yet” he answered honestly before bending over and kissing down your waist and thighs. He looked up at your for a second before placing a gentle kiss against your panties, both of you immediately moaning. “Five” you whimpered as you tugged his hair, “want you”. “Don’t worry princess you’re gonna get everything you want and more” he groaned and took your panties off, “get rid of that bra for me, princess”. You nodded and sat up, basically tearing it off of you. “Mmmm thank you princess” he hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. “Five come ooon” you whined again, bucking your hips. “Sorry princess, just wanted to finish taking you in” he hummed again before hooking his arms around your hips and pulling you closer. He gave you a few tentative kitten licks before completely going in. Five could not stop moaning at how good you tasted to him, and you couldn’t stop moaning at how good he was making you feel. You wondered if he’d done this with other women and how many he must’ve but when you felt him slip a finger into you it all went out the window. “Oh my gosh Five! Yes!” You moaned and he squeezed your hips in response.

“Fuck princess you’re even better than I imagined” he groaned and inserted another finger, “Wish I would’ve realized how bad I fell for you sooner. Could’ve been doing this for you”. For you? Jackpot. “Better late than never” you panted, though you felt just as annoyed. He hummed in response as he sucked on your clit, causing your hips to involuntarily buck, “fuck Five”. He started feeling you clench around his fingers and assumed you were close. After a few more minutes he pulled back and you let out a loud whine of his name. “Calm down princess” he cooed as he stood and palmed himself some more, “you’re about to get what you want” He bent down to give you another passionate but sweet kiss before continuing down your neck. “So fucking beautiful” he hummed while kissing your breast and pulling down his underwear. He hiss lightly at the sudden change in temperature, “you ready princess?” He asked as rubbed his tip through your folds, both of you moaning out each other’s names. “Yes, fuck Five just do it” you begged, eyes wide and a small pout as you looked up at him. “You got it” he winked and slowly slid into you.

Five honestly felt like he could bust right there, you were practically strangling him and he loved it. He loved knowing it was you, knowing he’s making you feel all these things. “Mmmm Five” you whimpered as he kissed your neck gently, waiting for you to get used to him. “Tell me when you’re ready baby” he hummed and nipped at your skin. You nodded and after a bit you felt yourself wanting more. “I’m ready” you whimpered into his ear and he slowly slid back out. He continued with a few more slow strokes until you let out another whine of his name and he picked up his pace. “Fuck princess you feel so fucking good” he groaned into your ear. “Can’t believe I was such a dumbass and w-wait- shit… waited so long” he moaned as he started to pick up his pace even more. “F-F-Five” you stuttered out your moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, “S-so good”. “Yeah? You like tha-“ Five was interrupted by another moan when felt you clench around him. You were close and he was relieved because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last. “F-five” “I know princess” he said lowly and started kissing at your breast again. He pulled your nipple into his mouth, and looking at you dead in the eyes. “Oh Five!!!” You moaned loudly as you came, the extra sensation Five had given you immediately pushing you over the edge. Five followed almost immediately after you did, managing to pull out and cuming on your stomach. Both of you stayed silent, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “You okay princess?” He asked before kissing your lips gently again. “Are you kidding? I’m even better than okay” you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Good” he smiled, moving to lay next to you. “You think anybody heard us?” You asked quietly, starting to feel a bit embarrassed. “I’ll shut them up if they did, don’t worry” he mumbled. He moved you to be laying your head against his chest, finally able to play with your hair. He felt at peace like this with you. As did you.

A/N: I was kind of rushing towards the end so I’m sorry if this wasn’t everything you wanted. Please reblog and follow if you liked it and send requests through asks.

I’d also really appreciate it if you guys checked out my other Five series I’m working on.

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A/N: ANOTHER WEDDING SCENE FIC SURPRISE SURPRISE. SOMETHING FOR 200 FOLLOWERS! THANK YOU, EVERYONE !

Being Five's work partner wasn't easy, being around him was never easy for you. Your relationship with Five was complicated, to say the least. He's led you on for so many years you've worked with him. Perhaps you've been obvious with your feelings, causing you to be in this position with Five.

One day, Five offered you to join him to go back in the time where his sibling's timeline was, to save them from an apocalypse. An offer you've been grateful to accept, up to now. These people around you, are the very people you've grown to love, to be annoyed at, to save them from any kind of apocalypse. These people are what you call your family.

You've attached yourself to the Hargreeves and you think you might never detach from them. They were different people, with different interests, with different characteristics, with different attitudes yet they all click in the best way possible. Sure, they fight, they annoy each other, they despise each other but they're all bonded by love. No matter how hard they denied it themselves, especially Five.

Five wouldn't save these people if he didn't love them. He wouldn't have offered you to come if he didn't have some sort of attachment toward you. Whether it be a deep platonic feeling or a romantic one.

Life in The Temps Commission was bland, repetitive, and gory. Until you came along. You brought something out in him, a spark, a flame that wouldn't go out no matter how hard he tried. The time the Handler told him that you'd be working alongside Five, he was ecstatic.

For months, he tried to deny his feelings toward you. He tried to stop himself from smiling every time you pop up into his mind, overpowering his thoughts about work. He tried to stop himself from making advances toward you. Until he finally let himself. He put up a flirty persona, to mask his true feelings.

Years passed by, consisting of limitless flirting and teasing. One side flirting, that is. Every time he did toy with you, you'd be shy and be at a loss for words. His sweet talking won you over, letting him take control over you.

“Lila?” Diego called out. You had nothing better to do, being retired, along with Five. You were standing still with the supposed child of Diego, and can't help but wonder, why was he white if his parents are both people of color? Stan was his name, he introduced himself to you earlier back, you've taken a liking to him and his distinctive hyper fixation for explosives.

“You need to take this kid with you.” What a bad father.

Mid-sentence, Five came out of the bath, two briefcases in hand, looking as if he ran a marathon with sweat on his face. Your eyes glanced to Lila who stood only in a towel, barely covering her body, then back to Five.

“The hell were you doing in there?” Diego asks him.

“Bathing.” Lila answered for Five, who looked like he wasn't going to answer anyway.

“Together?” It was now then Five noticed you, a smirk on his face from your jealous tone.

“Oh, okay.” He sighed in defeat. “Y/n, we don't have time for this. Lila and I have more important shit to do.” A smirk was still not wiped from his face. From your posture, your slight arched brow, and your foot tapping the floor anxiously, he knew you were jealous. He's seen you in this state before, the time he first opened up to you and told you about Dolores.

You followed his footsteps, you could hear Lila greeting her, again, very white son. Five halted his walking suddenly, knowing that you were following him from hearing your very loud angry stomping. He turned to look at you, a slight scowl on your face.

“Yes? May I help you?” His velvety voice making you more annoyed than before.

“Am I not coming along?” Lila and Diego passing by the both of you, making their way toward the elevator. Them having a small banter about their relationship.

“Sorry, Y/n. It's me and Lila for now.” Turning his heel back to where it originally was and made his way toward Lila who was already in the elevator, waiting for him. Leaving you with a slightly cracked heart.

It was never anyone and him, it was always him and you.

You were now aimlessly roaming around the sketchy hotel, bored out of your mind. You've tried all the possible ways to pass time, even joining Luther with a game of pool, but that bore you even more. Not that Luther was a genuine boring person, he was fun in his ways but in every game you've played with him, you won.

The pair of legs that you own mindlessly moved around, not knowing what direction or what floor. All you were looking for is something to do at the beginning of retirement. All your years working at The Temps Commission, you've dreamed of being retired with Five. You were retired with Five, just not how you've pictured it to be.

The voices of two people in a distance didn't stop you from still going in that direction, the direction you originally were meant to go to. Your eyes scanned the wallpaper, seeing the leaves in their delicate shapes and different shades of green.

Your head then turned in front of you, Five by the door of the utility room, Lila standing directly in front of him. You first caught Five's attention, due to his high senses from being an assassin. Then came along Lila who looked where Five was captivated, a smirk on his face, both of his hands in the pocket of his trousers as he slightly leaned back.

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” A wide grin on her face. You couldn't help but return one, yours wasn't as wide as hers.

Suddenly, Five brought an arm around Lila's waist, pulling her into the utility closet, closing the door behind him in the process. Leaving you once again, a much bigger crack than before and your tears wanting to free themselves.

“You too, Y/n/n?” A concerned yet angry look on Luther's face. Your head tilted to the side, in a confused manner.

“What?” You finally asked, irritated at the silence. Luther then pointed at the bruise forming on your forehead, a bruise that formed when you clumsily fell face first on your way up the stairs.

“Oh!” Cracking a smile. “I fell on the stairs.”

No one was able to reply when a loud explosion-like sound interrupted all of you, catching a glimpse of the color blue before it faded away.

In a blink of an eye, Lila and Five are on top of each other, panting as if they were running for miles on end. Your heart fully cracked at the sight. Who knows what they were doing before they got here. He was quick to push himself off Lila, scanning his surroundings before standing next to you.

The sight of your bruised forehead concerned him, both of his hands instinctively going up to your face, guiding your face side to side as he looked for any more signs of you getting hurt. He whispered a soft, “are you okay?” Worry and concern were the only expressions you could see on his face.

Before you could ask where we could've been, you were both interrupted by Allison's booming voice.

“You had the briefcase? We've been looking for this!” Desperation laced in her voice. You could understand how distressed she was, she was in another timeline, another timeline where her child didn't exist.

His hands going back into his pockets, you frown at the loss of contact. “Well, look no further. That's the last one on Earth.” Allison checked every crevice to see if there was still a chance to make it of use. “Or was the last one.”

“Just, please, finish already.” You pleaded to Sloane who was currently doing your make-up. Over the short time, you've gotten to know Sloane, having much like a sisterly bond despite the end of the world thing. It was on the day of her wedding, a wedding in the middle of an impending ending of the world.

Your back was turned to the mirror, an action Sloane did, she claimed that the reveal would have a much better effect if you didn't see yourself yet. It was your first time wearing make-up, Sloane taught you all about it. On the inside, you were unexpectedly giddy at the thought of dressing up and making yourself feel better. On the outside, you were showing a facade to Sloane.

You only agreed to dress up so that Sloane could have fun, with her puppy eyes, you couldn't say no. She had also picked the dress you were wearing, you would lie if you said you didn't look good in it. You were stuck using the spare Umbrella Academy uniforms when you first arrived in 2019.

She was already done getting ready hours before, being excited and all. You had a blast with her. Ranting about how stupid Five is and men in general as she did her make-up. It was nice having a person who didn't judge you for whatever reason there may be.

“Alright!” Sloane exclaimed, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I'm done!” Clapping her hands in satisfaction. Clearly impressed with her work on your face.

She used her powers to lift your chair, slowly turning it around toward the mirror. She had instructed you to close your eyes before being face to face with the mirror to edge you even more in anticipation. Sloane gently put you down, as she tapped your shoulder, signaling to open your eyes.

Finally opening your eyes, you stare at yourself in shock. Genuinely impressed by Sloane's work on your face. She really was made of magic.

“Wow...” You trailed off, eyes meeting Sloane's eyes in the mirror, a wide smile on her face. “Sloane...” You trailed off once more. Still in awe. “You are amazing!” You finally squealed before engulfing her in a bone-crushing hug to which she replied with a loud laugh.

“My day!” Is what you could barely hear from the elevator doors opening with a ding, revealing your figure in the middle of it. The butterflies in your stomach going crazy from thinking about how Five would react to your unfamiliar yet all the while familiar appearance.

Not looking up, stepping out of the elevator, mentally preparing yourself to be ready for their reactions.

Finally looking up, seeing Five's mouth slightly agape, much like the other's reactions. A dramatic gasp was heard from Klaus as he stood by your side, admiring you from up and down, linking his arm with yours. “Who knew you had it in you to dress up?” Squeezing your arm in the process.

Compared to your nerves from earlier, it was definitely better now. Your eyes still not meeting Five's.

Your eyes panned over to Luther's. “Sloane is almost ready. She's just late for the dramatic entrance.” Rolling your eyes playfully as Lila moved from beside Diego to beside you.

“Looking quite pretty, are we?” An amused grin on her face as she scanned you. A sheepish smile on your face, you could feel your face heating up from the attention you had. Mostly from the attention Five gave you.

Five was still starstruck ever since you left the elevator doors, he watched you interact with his siblings. He couldn't count how many times he would try and occupy himself with anything but his eyes would still be on yours as you tried your best to not meet his.

Even when Klaus was officiating the wedding and the gorgeous bride was in front of them. He couldn't keep his eyes from admiring you as the maid of honor.

“Shall we?” A voice interrupting Five's thoughts. A voice he knew too well. He looked over to you, a hand offering him, the slow, romantic instrumental playing in the background. Sloane had practically pushed you toward Five's table, ushering you to 'have the time of your life' in her words.

He softly smiled, taking your hand, and letting you pull his body up. “We shall.”

His rough, callused hands instinctively snake their way to your waist, a perfect fit. A smile on both of your faces. You swore you could hear Sloane's squeal from somewhere in the hall. You could feel a few pairs of eyes boring into the back of your head, seeing as you two were the only ones slow dancing.

“You look pretty, darling.” Five smirking at your reaction; head turned away to not get a glimpse of how shy you were at his words.

Turning your head back, looking into his eyes. “Thank you, Five.” Pressing a faint kiss on the corner of his mouth, teasing him.

By now, it was his turn to be flustered. A faint blush tinted his cheeks, as he turned his head to the side, earning a laugh from you.

“The Five Hargreeves? Blushing?” Teasing him once more, emphasizing the word 'the' both of your bodies still swaying to the music.

“Oh, shut up.” Turning his head back to face you. “As if you weren't jealous of Lila.” A mischievous smirk replaced his shy smile.

Your smile faltered. At your expression, Five was worried immediately, knowing he had hit a nerve. He stopped both of your bodies from swaying, his hands going up to your face once more. You subconsciously lean more into his palms.

“What's wrong?” His eyes were full of concern.

“Can you take us somewhere quieter?” In your words, he immediately obeyed, not wanting to upset you even more.

He blinked you to the hall, a floor above the wedding venue. Not once did his hands leave your face, caressing your cheeks in an attempt to soothe you.

“I can't keep doing this, Five.” You paused for a moment, letting Five be with his thoughts. “I can't keep ignoring how you blatantly flirt with me and then lead me on.” Pulling your face from his hands, stepping back from Five.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, Five.” A tear slipping from your eye, Five stepping forward, attempting to go near you.

“You make me feel like there's actually a chance of us being together, you make me feel like there's actually something there, and then you ruin it all.” Your mascara running down your face from the tears uncontrollably pouring down. Your back hit the wall, sliding yourself down in the process, sitting down on the dirty carpeted hotel floor.

He followed your actions, sitting down beside you. Your head laying on his shoulder from support, him not caring whether you'd stain his jacket wet with your tears or not.

A few moments of silence passed, and he thought for a good second about what he had to say. All thrown out the window as he decided to keep it short.

“There's something there.” You raised your head in confusion at his words, your tears now dry, sitting on your face uncomfortably, the mascara-mixed tears. His breath hitched at the close proximity your faces had. Him still thinking about how perfect you looked even with your mascara-smeared face. “I only did that because I love you.”

His nose almost touching yours, “I've never felt this way towards anyone, Y/n.” He paused.

“Not even Dolores.” Your posture straightened up at the mention of her name. Pulling back from the closeness your faces had.

“Not even Dolores?” You asked once more. “Not even Dolores.” He clarified once more.

You laugh at the fact that you were once jealous of a mannequin. The sound of your laughter made him break out in a smile. He stood up from the dirty carpet, extending his hand out for you to take.

Gladly taking his hand, your hands made their way to the back of his neck while his on your waist, much like the position you both were in earlier. Only much closer. His lips brushed against yours, intoxicated by the warmth of them.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered softly. Your heart fluttered at him asking for consent, just to kiss you.

“You can.”

A smile on your face as he planted a kiss on your lips.

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[eternal-armin]

SO, HOW SHOULD i begin this?

this is the first time i'm going to do a multi-part fic that goes beyond like 2 or 3 parts (rip to the chandelier fic.) bear with me ;;;; but i'm obsessed with everything everywhere and i wanted to do something with the abilities evelyn and joy specifically have. and, of course, the angst that can come from it. looked over this as much as i could but im exhausted so my apologies for any errors ;;;

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader [he/him pronouns]

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where : five is instantly intrigued by the eighth sparrow, a kid just like himself, which makes him try to seek him out specifically; nothing better than a second opinion about time from another person who knew its intricacies, right? well, he... may have gotten more than he bargained for.

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warnings : future mentions of trauma, fighting and injury (specific mentions of choking), existentialism, reader is just exhausted of life and shit in general, future cheesiness and such because i said so, depression, a whole lot of 'if i can bend reality to my will then how much does it really matter' kind of questioning (later on for the most part.)

the disheartening sight of seven other people—ahem, sorry, and one very confusing cube—was made endlessly puzzling by the appearance of a kid behind them. someone who looked five's age. physically, anyway. they both seemed equally entranced by the other; the kid's eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, as if seeing someone he had been missing for decades. he furrowed his brow a bit, cocking his head, and klaus found himself peering where five glared.

"well, would you look at that? they've got a little brother, too!"

"zip it, klaus," he hissed, though with a certain degree of gentleness in his voice, even excluding the volume he had to use. looking back at the balcony, he was wearing more casual clothes with a sort of... varsity jacket of the sparrow academy's traditional colors and emblems. he was a sparrow, meaning he was born in 1989, meaning he was around thirty years old. so why did he look thirteen? it clicked then, suddenly; his power could have something to do with time. five felt instantly that he needed to speak with him. and if it needed to be done by force, then...

hands crossed neatly over his lap, barely restraining that very obvious agitation, ben chimed in with, "dad, who the hell are these assholes?"

a chorus of "shit" rang out amongst the umbrellas. five stared at him with the same amount of emotion as usual, mostly overrun by confusion, however his sentimentalities ended there. that balcony, barely a few yards from where five stood, held something—someone, rather—that could be an answer to his predicament. or at least help figure out if he could retire or not. if this world was safe enough to stay in. there was a whole host of colorful characters. if he was the sparrows' number eight, what exactly inspired reginald to adopt him as well? or was it just sort of a convenience thing?

luther stepped forward along with klaus. "is that really you?"

no amusement struck ben. if anything, he somehow managed to look more annoyed.

"and who are the weirdos on the balcony!"

"they are the sparrows. my children." reginald's controlled, vaguely irritated voice was such a contrast to diego's harsh tone.

much to five's chagrin this moment was a bit more important than staring at a boy. he turned on his heel, narrowing his eyes at the old man. "i'm sorry, what do you mean your children? that's not possible, old man."

"of course it is! i think i'd know, wouldn't i?"

well. something was very wrong, wasn't it?

the sound of footsteps and shuffling caught his attention and yet again he looked back forward; all of the sparrows once situated haphazardly on the balcony now stood across the tile threshold. the kid was shorter than he expected, in all honesty, and he seemed to be the least serious out of all his siblings—not to say that he looked like he was having fun or that he was laughing, but that he didn't want to fight. he looked like he would avoid it at every cost.

"everyone else can see ben, right?"

"cute hat, sundance."

"they call themselves the umbrella academy," reginald interrupted, "a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of '63 when i was away on business in dallas. be warned—they claim to be my spawn." all throughout reginald's little schpiel, five and the other kid maintained eye contact, five puzzled at his existence and him puzzled by five's puzzlement. he seemed to find it weird but, oddly enough, he didn't seem weirded out specifically. occasionally five would glance about the rest of the sparrows, gauge them if he could, and when that happened he would sometimes catch the barest glimpse of the kid looking at two of his sisters with confusion.

should i be worried? he was probably thinking to himself.

with five on his opposition? absolutely.

"claim? look, five, what the hell is going on?" allison sounded like she was moments away from boiling over.

"not sure yet, but it's concerning."

"is he telling the truth?" seeming to sense the steadily-rising tensions, the kid started, very slowly, to back away, retreating to the furthest reaches of the carpet before the battle had even begun.

"not the part about us being perfidious." vanya seemed to kind of placate that cowardice in him. maybe he even smiled at vanya.

"no! no, we're amateur-fidious, at best!"

"but we are his children, this is our house."

"yeah, we grew up here."

"yeah, yeah, we grew up here," alphonso mocked, getting a snicker from jayme, however the kid just shot them both a slightly judgmental look.

"i kind of think we would've noticed you," sloane said, to which luther stated his name and offered out his hand. sloane did not accept, really she didn't do a thing, and some whispers broke out amongst her and her little brother, whispers that five couldn't make out.

"okay. none of you belong here."

"oh! well, then. i guess we'll just pack our bags and move out."

christopher babbled and chittered, milking chuckles from his brothers and sisters. five had to say he looked way better smiling than frowning, though he figured it would probably be the same for anyone.

grace came in to the living room, heels click-click-clicking, holding a plate of cookies in her hand and apologizing that she couldn't do better. five couldn't catch the precise details. it was just kind of nice to see her again, even if she was certainly in need of a... few repairs.

"mom." diego's sentimental mumble caught some of the sparrows off-guard. the kid included.

"she's a robot, you perv."

"it's not a robot."

"don't call him that!"

"or what?" ben challenged.

"come closer and find out." bickering broke out between the two families, vanya and marcus actively trying to keep everyone's heads on straight, and five may have lost track of the conversation. until ben threw the first punch, anyway. he ducked back, watching as luther next was flung like a ragdoll across the room, landing on and breaking the poor couch. he saw the boy duck out and wanted to chase but first kept his loyalties, attacking ben and getting lost in a flurry of sharp punches and occasionally-failed dodges.

"you're alive. that's—great, or possibly horrible, i haven't decided yet."

"is that some weird kind of smack talk?"

"it's more of an existential problem, really, ben."

"awesome. well, here's your next problem." with his arms extending back and torso leaning forward, a grimy tentacle quickly burst from his chest, though not fast enough to stop five before he blinked away and onto the balcony.

"y'know, even though you're a total asshat now," five began, rudely cut off by another attack which he yet again evaded with ease. it was easier to land a punch and he watched as ben crashed into the ground. "it's nice to see you again. really." after seeing a particularly disturbing scene between diego and the cube, he stepped in to save allison from a few of the other sparrows, yet again finding himself on the second-floor balcony.

"thanks," allison managed through uneven breaths.

"no problem." both standing up, both dusting themselves off, they saw someone rounding the corner. it was him. still, that look of passive pacifism remained, now somewhat stoic in nature; he didn't want to fight, but he may need to. he was resigning himself to that fact and five could see it in his setting expression. and most importantly, there was also endless loyalty. oh, well.

five furrowed his brow, readjusting his jacket. "go help the others. i'll handle this one."

his new opponent almost seemed to space out, eyes narrowing just a bit as if being flooded by tons of new information. with grace and precision, and certainly speed, he set into a defensive stance. five blinked behind him to try for an attack and it was blocked. he continued to block, evade, block, evade, as fast as five tried to attack. the only sounds he made for a while were little grunts.

every failed punch and every successful block was adding to five's aggravation and his exasperation.

"y'know, five," he said, and hearing him speak for the first time startled five terribly, "delores wouldn't like you fighting like this! i'm not doing anything to you!" that shocked him so bad he misfired a punch but it landed for the first time because of how he went to dodge. he was weaker than five first surmised, falling onto the ground, and five continued to strike him back down until he was pinned and unable to move. he looked enraged, face twisted, eyes wide, teeth bared and gritted, glaring daggers at the kid, who looked to be in quite a bit of pain.

"how do you know my name?!" he barked. "how do you know her name?!" five got no answer and that was endlessly more irritating. the kid slammed his hand onto the ground and grabbed the first thing he could, a small piece of rubble, but five watched as, in those few fractions of seconds, that small piece of debris turned into a metal candlestick.

a metal candlestick.

the moment five saw that, he teleported, reappearing just a few feet away. he pushed off his total confusion; no time. the kid kept the candlestick in his hand when he fumbled to stand, not getting even a moment before five tackled him into a headlock. he didn't think twice about the look of pain on the kid's face because that wasn't exactly imperative and he didn't hesitate at the sounds he made.

the kid raised the candlestick again and five watched in subtle horror as it flitted between many different forms, each punctuated by a small sound and a bit of light. he only recognized a few of those hundred forms before he saw it land, like a wheel of fortune, on a knife and he plunged it down. five jerked out of the way of the blade. even though he had once been so hesitant to fight, so afraid of hurting other people, he seemed finally able to push that away and actually defend himself. he may not have been particularly strong, but he was swift and flexible while wrenching himself out of five's grip and adept at landing hits that would still make five flinch and pause. the kid blocked a punch and the moment that they came in contact with each other, the world around them... changed.

from the slightly destroyed upper floor of the academy house, it became an office building, papers flying about while people panicked about the violent fight between the aisles of cubicles. in that moment of confusion, he landed a hit on five, right in the gut. after a pained second, eyes squeezed tight, he grit his teeth and kept fighting.

the office building had become a high-rise skyscraper that they were fighting on the edge of.

another punch and they were on the deck of a cruise ship.

another block and they were in a spanning parking garage. the kid advanced and forced five to back up, closer to the edge of the space, and certainly to a painful fall. he continued to evade every attempted hit, no matter how five had calculated them, before pouncing on him and shoving him right out of the concrete monolith, plummeting down toward the ground along with him.

"how the hell are you doing this?!" five shouted, voice swallowed up by the shouting winds. he grabbed his shirt, bunching up his collar tight enough to cut off his breathing. the panic in his eyes welled up very quick.

and then they were back. instead of hitting the hard pavement ground, five lost all the air in his lungs when he thudded onto the carpeted academy floor, gasping for a second as the kid scrambled away from him, coughing and wheezing.

five hadn't even strangled him for that long, what the hell?

five forced himself to sit, to stand, shooting the glare to end all glares at the boy across from him—however he didn't attack yet. after all the disorientation he felt from those few... transitions, he wanted to keel over and vomit. he was in no condition to fight. luckily, however, neither was his opponent.

killing the kid would not get five his answers, no matter how badly he wanted to do it.

the kid was on the ground, propping himself up on one of his hands, his entire body seeming wracked by pained, nauseated tremors. he looked to be heaving, expression conflicted, exhausted beyond exhausted. he held his head the way one would when suffering from a bad headache.

his question went unanswered, which just served to annoy five further. "are you a time traveler or something? no. a multiversal traveler? do you work with the commission? that's the only possibility i can think of." knowing about delores, knowing about his name, certainly knowing his past, instantly transporting both of them to different places, it could all connect to multiversal travel.

but that spacing out part, before he could dodge like some highly trained professional, and that debris-to-candlestick-to-knife part? those still kind of puzzled him.

the kid wrinkled his nose. "that's the only possibility? you've got a narrow range." for someone who sounded so pained and exhausted, he could manage some mouthiness. somehow he sounded more genuine than sarcastic, though. strange. what about him wasn't?

five's eye twitched and his lips pressed hard into a scowl. "a narrow range? a narrow range? my 'range' isn't narrow! i've seen so many possibilities unfold! do you even know what i had to do to get here?" his words hissed with pure venom. that didn't faze his opponent, even whilst he jabbed an accusatory finger at him, as though somehow this was his fault.

"i do, actually," he managed, although still short of breath. "you got trapped in the apocalypse for a few decades, offered a deal from the commission, broke your contract with them and became a fugitive, got back to your family, and have been trying to evade apocalypses ever since. third time's the charm, right, five?" he recounted it all with the cadence and sensitivity of a history teacher summarizing an important, yet complicated, period of time.

"how could you possibly know—stop calling me that! how are you able to do any of this!"

"i'm not gonna stop calling you by your name." he laughed through his words. he laughed.

"is my exasperation funny to you?"

"i-i mean, kinda! do you know how many ways i've seen this conversation going?" five stilled like a statue. "this was the most common outcome. well, uhm, aside from you just killing me. it's just a little funny how you always react the same way." he shrugged a bit, as though this was simply some high school gossip, and not (one of) the most puzzling thing that five had ever been exposed to.

"look," five began, trying to steady himself. "if you don't tell me how you know about me—how you know about delores—this will become a timeline where i kill you. okay? capiche?"

he raised his hands in surrender. they shook. "capiche, five."

"stop. calling me that."

"to even the playing field, i'm [y/n]. there." he sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, checking his hands. yet again he seemed to space out, just for a moment this time, before going through a grounding technique. he looked determined now, not as tired as before, though it did remain rather clearly in his eyes. [y/n] was just a kid again. he looked like a pathetic, sick kitten. "it's my power. i was born like this. you travel through space and time, i travel through reality. all of reality. alternate universes, as you know them. close by, far away, ones almost exactly the same and some with very distinctive evolutionary branches. the further away the world, the... stranger they get. i can see literally any possibility. so i—i fucking know you, five. i know you. i know your brothers and your sister and your in-laws and your niece and every other niece or nephew you could've had. there are so, so many worlds where i was an umbrella, or your friend, or stuck with you in the apocalypse, or... something like that. that's how i know you, and know delores. i was there."

sister, singular?

fuck, why was that his first take-away?

five narrowed his eyes slightly. "you can see every alternate universe," he said, slowly, as if clarifying something to [y/n] when he really needed the clarification for himself.

he nodded. "use them, too."

"use...?"

[y/n] broke into a little smile. his answer remained unknown because their restrained conversation was interrupted by one of [y/n]'s sisters. just one glance and his smile disappeared, staring at five with now-widened eyes, mouthing something along the lines of 'get the fuck out.'

five didn't need to be told twice. a flit of light and he had disappeared to who-the-hell-knows-where.

"who the hell was that creep," jayme mumbled, watching as [y/n] stumbled to his feet and dusted himself off. she grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket out of instinct to make sure he didn't fall over.

"uh... someone pretty interesting," [y/n] said, staring at where he'd once been, the flash of bright light still burned into his eyes. he wanted to find him. maybe needed to find him. probably because something in the world was very wrong, even if no other timeline had figured it out yet.

if any of the umbrellas knew where to hide out, it would probably be klaus, right? simple solution. kind of. as long as he could sneak out undetected by his siblings.

a good bit of time had passed when you finally had the chance to scope out the hotel obsidian. you had changed into something more casual and lowkey, sunglasses now balanced atop your nose and a nice light scarf about your neck. music played over your headphones and you wandered inside of the place, stricken with the sight of heavy art deco. it was rather nice, actually, when you took the time to appreciate it. then again, your mind was rather preoccupied with what was probably a very big deal. on the other side of the lobby, in the little bar and lounge area, you could spot a few of the hargreeves siblings. most notably five, now wearing a white bathrobe. soon his eyes glanced to you and you could feel his gaze sharpen. he looked back at his brothers and excused himself, stepping off the stool and teleporting to you before his feet hit the ground.

"what are you doing here," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"i mean, our conversation got cut off earlier. seemed right to continue it, y'know?"

five looked back at his brothers and then at you once more. klaus was staring after him but you didn't know if he recognized you; luther and diego were still totally enraptured in their chinese food.

the look on five's face told you a whole lot; it was critical to him to talk with you, figure things out, because he guessed—and guessed right—that you weren't just here to politely finish a conversation. something weird was going on, whether he wanted to know or not. "alright. okay. fine. just," he grasped your shoulder after a second and then you were both gone, reappearing instantaneously in a room you assumed to be five's. small cot in the corner, bunk bed opposite, and a couch.

god, you wanted to throw up. you clutched your stomach, squeezing your eyes shut for a minute.

he crossed his arms and looked at you. "so where exactly did we leave off?"

you paused to scrub your mind, trying to recall. a few blinks broke the few seconds of spacing out. usually you weren't this forgetful, but, uh, today was an interesting one. "i said i can use those universes and that confused you. and then jayme came around and i told you to leave."

"right," five muttered. "what exactly did you mean by that?"

"well, obviously i can use them for information." your voice was somewhat soft, actually, which was mighty strange to him.

"hmph. how could i forget." five's flat voice was thick with sarcasm.

you managed a smile. "but i can also use them for skills and stuff. the dodging, earlier; i can't really do that here. there's a world where i star in fighting movies and stuff, where i'm good at dodging and i'm fast and flexible, and i can... link my mind, i guess, and use those skills. and the... the candlestick. knife. thing. i can change things to whatever another me is holding. i can change my clothes. i can change reality."

"so, in essence, your mind is able to find every other instance of you across time and space and access them? and... communicate with them, i suppose, in some way or another."

you shrugged a bit. "about explains it. but the—... can i ask you something?" you suddenly sounded sheepish, hesitant, like you were constantly rethinking what you were about to say. five furrowed his brow, a little surprised to see that look on your face, and he really didn't like it.

"depends on what that something is," he responded, speaking cautiously.

you found yourself spacing out again, but this time not to access some alternate plane of existence. every other universe had its own noise, and every other universe was persistently audible; that loud buzz was starting to give you yet another headache. it was probably possible to overdose on tylenol, right? suddenly that constant look of exhaustion on your face was even more obvious to five. for a moment, he seemed almost sympathetic to that. he could certainly understand it, at the very least. "you've got about twenty-eight years of experience on me," you began, forcing your voice to be steady. "do you have any clue how to deal with the, uhm, existential part of it all?" lightheartedness seemed to be a skill of yours. five could respect it.

you doubted, sincerely doubted, that there could be anything in the world to help you from the persistent noise. or from the pain and exhaustion of swatting from world to world to world in the span of thirty seconds during a fight. it was a wonder you were still walking.

"why should i help you with that, exactly? your family tried to kill mine."

"i didn't try to kill anyone. i hid upstairs the entire time. well, uh, almost the entire time. i can be an ally to you guys. i'd... prefer to be allied with you guys." if anyone else in the world knew about the ins and outs of the umbrella academy, five had no doubt in his mind that it would be you and your presumably-torturous ability. it would probably be a smart idea on their side as well, to ally with you.

"before i agree to help you at all, how can i be sure your family isn't using you as some sort of... puppet? some sort of inside man?"

you shrugged a bit after a second. "i wouldn't be a very good choice."

"seriously? do you think i'm stupid or something?"

you crossed your arms, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "no. i know you aren't stupid. and i'm pretty sure that your first choice wouldn't be a 'weak thirteen-year-old kid with a power that cripples him with headaches and exhaustion whenever he uses it,' either. not to mention that said kid can't hear what's going on sometimes because of literally every other sound in the expansive multiverse." the words were sarcastic but the tone was very genuine, almost excruciatingly so.

"i have... so many more questions now."

you shrugged a bit. "i can answer some of them, i guess." considering that you knew almost all the ins and outs of his life, it seemed only fair to share some of yours. you were too tired to steer the conversation back to why you had came. perhaps you'd already forgotten it.

"why exactly are you thirteen? you were born in 1989, you had to be."

"... i chose to stay this age."

"how can you just choose to stay that age?" exasperation met with confusion in a very strange voice of five's. even after all he'd gone through and learned, you were just springing question marks all over the place. god damnit.

"i can manipulate almost every aspect of reality, five," you said, softly, in response. "it's not out of the realm of possibility to stay thirteen. not for me."

five nodded slightly after a second. that nod steadily turned into a shake of his head. "jesus—i should've grabbed some coffee." he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "just give me a second."

"oh. uh, no need." glancing about the room, there was a small corner table, atop it an ice bucket and some plastic cups for water. he watched, for some reason a bit puzzled, as you placed your hands on it. spaced out. and it flitted to a fresh coffee pot and a mug. they seemed like something from a diner.

well, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

you poured him a cup and handed it, still steaming, over to him.

five scowled a bit, staring down at the filled mug, before his sharp gaze landed on you again.

"it's just coffee, five. it's not poisoned or anything. here." you plucked it back out of his grasp and took a sip, waited a few seconds, and handed it back. "see? you're fine."

after a second, he nodded. "right." he didn't find himself bothered by drinking from the same mug you had. he'd done a lot worse things, hadn't he?

"so... what were those other questions?"

after taking a few healthy swigs, he cleared his throat. "your ability—it really taxes you? even after all these years?" five would never admit it, but the coffee was pretty goddamn good. whatever diner your alternate-self worked in was worth a visit, if it existed in this world. "is that why you were shaking and panting so much earlier?"

you felt a bit embarrassed. "yeah," you mumbled. "i trained with it a lot, but, i wasn't very strong to begin with." you sat down carefully on the sofa, pulling a bottle of painkillers from your coat pocket.

"when's the last time you had a dose?" five asked, mug to his lips, shooting you a side-eye.

"... maybe three hours ago. why?"

he clicked his tongue and shook his head, plucking the bottle out of your hands. "not now, then."

"dude! what the hell! i-i need those!"

"well, i can't keep asking questions to someone sick from taking too much tylenol. and you can wait three hours."

you groaned but didn't complain, just settling back against the comfortable cushions. "fine. i'll wait." and you mumbled 'you're just like sloane' under your breath.

"good," he mumbled, sitting down beside you after tossing the pills onto his bed. "you said you could hear every sound in the multiverse. something tells me that isn't a hyperbole."

you nodded a bit and slouched down, trying to figure out a decent analogy. "when you remove a door from its threshold, you can always hear what's on the other side, unless you actively tune it out. just, for me, there were never doors. it was always like this. every single feasible universe is out there, fighting for my attention, almost every waking moment." you recounted with a deep sort of mourning. five couldn't blame you, he supposed. you had been robbed of silence, of pure solitude, of privacy. his heart almost ached for you.

had you been born with the doors off their frames? he wanted to ask, he really wanted to ask, but it was probably going to be way too... private of a thing. personal. from what he could tell.

"and i thought wrangling that crowd of toddlers was bad. i can't imagine hearing everything they do, everywhere, constantly," he mused.

you cracked a smile. it had been a while since you were able to joke around with someone, even if that someone had interrogated you like a police investigator. "oh, it's the worst," you giggled, and he laughed along. "i mean, it's bad enough knowing what your brothers do into their socks, it's even worse to walk in on them over, like, over two thousand times."

"i've known you for a very short period of time, but something tells me that's the worst thing you've ever said."

for someone in a very persistent and terrible bout of pain, your laugh, and your smile, were incredibly bright. five couldn't really say that he was expecting this when first appearing in the umbre—ahem. in the sparrow academy building, but he wasn't exactly complaining. this could be nice. he really hoped it would be, anyway.

silence fell on you two for a while. the overbearing static was starting to edge back in now that you had nothing more to say. the pain was ebbing.

"... something's wrong." you sounded deadly serious, it was horrifying.

"s—sorry?" five felt like he had whiplash after such an extreme diversion from the topic.

you seemed to be fighting that urge to space out a whole lot more. this was important, you needed to stay on track, and yet your stress was doing exactly the opposite of tunnel vision. shit.

five noticed; and he kind of needed you to talk, as fast as possible, so reached out and pinched your neck, successfully getting you to tense and wake up, in some sense of the words. offense was replaced with gratitude in your eyes. "i don't know exactly what. no other universe has figured it out. but you aren't supposed to be here, this isn't your timeline, that's—a very big problem. it could potentially 'rip a hole in space and time.'" five muttered along with you, cussing and hanging his head.

"why didn't you say this first?" he hissed.

"i'm sorry!" you sounded very genuine and he felt rather bad. "i-i—the interrogation and then the pain and then the... getting along with you, i forgot." it was another world, some utterance of 'not normal yet' that brought the thought back to you.

your voice was cracking. you felt far worse than five could ever make you feel.

"... it's fine. it's fine."

"it very much isn't. you know that."

five knew it all too well. he groaned, pinched the bridge of his nose, and downed the rest of his coffee. "fantastic."

"i mean, it may be a problem we can solve." you shot him a smile, a tired and weak little thing, but it did comfort him a bit.

"the universe will really mind if seven dumbasses stick around?" his humor had soured, but it was still there. you felt very guilty, unable to look him in his eyes, shoulders slouched as if defeated in some great thing.

"she's a stickler for rules."

"hmph." he scowled a full-face scowl. "no retirement yet, i guess."

out of all the things you could ever have seen, heard, felt, and known, one thing seemed... important. emotionally, anyway. "if it's, uhm, any consolation... retirement did look good on you, by the way."

he couldn't help but smile a bit. somewhere out there was a world where you and five were friends well into his retirement, be that at his confusing age or his chronological age from 1989, where he was happily retired with no time-threatening anomalous issues to draw him out. even if he was bound to die in this timeline, there was some comfort in knowing many other timelines saw him content. "i'll take your word for it."

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[itstheghostofmypast]

*Muffled argument in Y/N's room at Obsidian*

Lila: Listen, they're fighting.

Diego: Should we stop them?

*They hear a crash and Y/N scream*

Diego slams open door: FIVE WHAT ARE YOU DOI-

Y/N standing on the bed: HAHAA OLD LOSER

Five: I SAID UNO, STOP CHEATING!!

Lila: That's something you don't see everyday.

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[ourgoddessathena]

Five : "You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you."

Y/N : "I want you to eat three meals a day, drink less coffee, and have a decent sleep schedule."

Five : "Absolutely not."

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[ednshtn]

Sparrow!Ben: You have a great family and I envy that

Luther: You’re welcome to share my family

Sparrow!Ben: *looks at Five and Klaus passed out, Viktor dancing awkwardly with Diego and Lila dragging Allison’s body out to the porch*

Sparrow!Ben: I don’t want those.

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