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finnsanegg · 1 year

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Misleading Dreams

〰️🎵 Wicked Game - Chris Isaak 🎵〰️

-> Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Female Reader

-> Era: Season 3 (at the wedding)

-> Pronouns: she/her

-> Warnings: alcohol consumption, brief mention of character death

-> Word Count: 2k

-> Summary: You're one of the magic kids. You possess the ability to travel through space, though unlike Five - your power lies in traveling through realities and timelines (basically, your superpower is shifting). You came into this reality to help with doomsday, which unfortunately didn't go as planned; even though you knew exactly what was gonna happen. You knew everything - because yes, the Umbrella Academy was only a mere TV show in the reality you came from.

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“You know I actually dreamed about you, back in my universe,” you put your hand on his shoulder for better balance.

The liquor was doing its dutiful job, God forbid you would trip and fall right now.

“Really?” Five raises his brows in question, “do tell.”

With a smile, you shift your eyes to the side - then you look back at him.

It was hard to look him in the eye for a longer period of time. All this slow dancing came hand in hand with you being just a little closer to each other, more than you were used to. Thankfully, enough whiskey was allowing you to just try and enjoy the moment.

Because what else could you possibly have right now?

“You managed to create a portal to the moon,” you said, “on my balcony.”

He laughs, grabbing your hand just a little tighter. Probably for balance.

You weren't the only one who reeked of liquor here.

“You were so proud of yourself,” you continued with an amused chuckle.

“How could I not be,” he thinned his lips into a somewhat triumphant smile.

Five was well aware his behavior was probably veering away from his typical characteristic self. He was really out here, dancing like nothing mattered. And not just that, he was dancing with Y/N. In his mind, he wondered just how the hell did the two of you get into this situation in the first place.

“Ahh finally, I did it!” you mimicked his words from your dream - as if you truly heard him say that.

His face grimaced in a pretended offense.

You never noticed how green his eyes actually were. Now that you could look at them from up close, you realized just how much tenderness they carried. Or was it the booze?

Come to think of it - the last time you were this close to each other was when you were leaving. You were leaving and he most likely thought he would never see you again. And you really did plan to not show your face here anymore, which obviously didn’t work out for you.

Your reasons were rather selfish, but that didn’t make them any less real. Simply put, you just started to love each and every asshole in the Hargreeves family way too much. In fact, you considered yourself a part of them. And now, they did too.

It really just became your conjoint timeline, didn’t it?

“And what happened after that?” Five narrowed his eyes with amusement. Oh he was loving this conversation right now. This must have been the most fun he’s had since… well, ever since he got himself stuck in the apocalypse.

As you reminded yourself of the very dramatic events that happened in your dream, you chuckled, “you were about to jump in it. But I wanted to stop you.”

He raised his brow.

“So naturally, I tackled you to the ground,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “and the portal disappeared.”

How else would you wanna stop Five fucking Hargreeves? Well to be fair, you couldn’t really stop him even if you tried. He was like an elder on a hunt for sales. Or should I say a soon-to-be young adult in a desperate need to get laid. Both things combined.

He lets out another laugh, “very professional of you.”

“Wait, do you guys see Five?” Luther looked in your direction.

They were all sitting at one of the tables not far from the dance floor.

Victor soon followed his gaze, “he’s… laughing?”

“Five and Y/N!” Klaus smashed the table a little too hard, “I always knew he had a thing for her.”

“That’s so weird,” Diego proclaimed.

Klaus laughed, “I bet it’s the cute shorts that did the trick.”

You watched as he laughed, his eyes closing and opening again. He was shining especially bright tonight. Like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders for a while.

“Even in your dreams, you just manage to harass me, do you?” Five joked.

For some reason, his chest felt like it was on fire. Maybe he didn’t mind your bullying so much, oddly enough. There was just something about you. And strangely, he could tell this felt very similar to how he used to be with Dolores.

It was your turn to burst out in laughter now, you threw your head back, as if it would help you regulate the amount of alcohol in your system right now.

Five couldn’t turn his eyes away at that moment. Honestly, who would? He absentmindedly eyed the curves of your collarbones - they looked especially nice tonight, complimented by the dress you were wearing. The skin of your neck, the sharp edges of your jawline. And he was thinking like a damn teenager.

“There, did you see that?!” Klaus pointed his finger, “He’s so eyeing her!”

“Him eyeing someone?” Lila grimaced, “this is Five we’re talking about.”

Klaus ignored Lila’s comment of course, “they toootaly have the hots for each other,” he smiled.

Luther raised his brow, “or he’s just really drunk.”

“Alright,” you shook your head, “but in my defense, I helped you up right after that.”

“My hero,” he sighed dryly.

That damn sarcasm of his.

You scoffed, hitting the back of his neck lightly. Oh, this conversation would soon be the death of you.

He tilted his head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Y/N to handle.

“I hope I repaid the favor.”

“Actually…”

Yes, this conversation might actually just end you sooner than the apocalypse.

“You kissed me.”

His brows shot up.

Please kill me now, you thought.

“And let me tell you, it was one sloppy kiss,” you laughed.

Now that you think about it, whiskey probably wasn’t the best fit for you. Next time you could just down a bottle of kerosene instead.

“Hey!” he breathes out, somehow offended. He couldn't believe where this conversation led to.

“You actually apologized for being so terrible,” you had to say it was amusing to watch his face switching through the whole palette of different emotions.

Five’s eyes narrowed in an embarrassed glare. You had no idea how he worked his glare game up to this ridiculously high level. Maybe he used to stare holes through bricks as a sport back in the apocalypse.

“That doesn't sound like me at all.”

“It really doesn't.”

A few seconds of silence followed. Neither of you knew how to continue this conversation, so you just assumed (you hoped, in fact) you would just drop it.

“Well, now I know your dreams are total bullshit.”

Well, guess not.

“Hey!” you frowned.

Five was asking himself just why on Earth did he decide to pursue this topic further. But his mouth outran his thoughts - something that seemed to happen a lot under the influence of sweet alcohol. He was already so close to you and something in him screamed that this was his chance.

“First off, creating a portal to the moon is nearly impossible.”

“Nearly?” you raised your brows, chuckling. To be fair, he probably would find a way.

“And second..." Five paused.

He still wasn't sure if he should do this. But the odds were against you all, with the inevitable doom literally around the corner.

And for some reason, he remembered the time you left. Or rather, how it felt. How he then started to realize that your shared objective wasn't the only thing he liked about you.

"...I’m not a bad kisser.”

You stared at him, trying to process his words. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Or were you just unnecessarily reading into it? It was hard to tell.

As you swayed into the slow, seemingly never-ending rhythm of the song, you proceeded to furrow your brows and then raise them up again.

It was difficult to believe Five would make a move like this. That he would say something so strangely inviting. As if he would want you to fall into the trap hidden within this conversation. Nevertheless, that didn't stop your heart from fluttering a little faster. There was just something about his eyes that made you believe it just for a second.

“Really?" you asked, "Well, I don’t believe you."

A rather bold answer, you must say. But you needed to know if you were really picking up what he was putting down. If he was putting this down.

Five's heart was beating unusually fast. Guess all this second puberty deal was getting to him too much. In his 58 years he wouldn't have hoped something like this would ever happen to him. But then again, he didn't really get the chance to meet a lot of people now, did he? The apocalypse is a dark and lonely time to be in.

But being here and now, he felt so young again. You made him feel young again.

"And how's that so?" He narrowed his eyes, "dreams are often very misleading."

He did have a point. They were misleading.

Your suspicion grew stronger with every second you spent looking at each other in silence. You suddenly didn’t know what to say - a certain type of nervousness washed over you.

Come on, say something, Y/N.

Absent-mindedly, your eyes slid down to his lips.

You swear it was only for a split second. There was no way Five would have noticed that.

But he did.

Or at least - he hoped he did. It wasn’t his imagination, was it?

Before this silence could get anymore intense, you shook your head slightly and gave yourself a mental slap across the face. Well, more like a mental punch in the guts.

“I guess you’re right,” you cleared your throat, “but it still doesn’t make me believe you.”

Now, you knew this wasn’t the end of times. You were well aware of what was about to happen. In the back of your mind, you plotted to prevent both Luther and Klaus from dying - your heart broke a little every time you remembered what was in store for them.

But, Five most likely thought this was the last day on Earth for you all. And if you thought so too, you would definitely not waste your time.

Fuck it.

“If only there was a way to prove it.”

You tilted your head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Five to handle.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening ever so slightly. His smile faded, as realization hit him. He really did just hear you say that; what a bold push. It’s one he really didn’t expect. But it’s one he probably needed.

You witnessed as his face softened, he locked on you with a focused look. Now that wasn’t a sight you could see very often. But in a strange way, it suited him.

Ignoring the bundle of nerves in your stomach, you reciprocated the tender seriousness with which he was observing you. Now it was his turn to say something.

Please just say something.

“Can I?”

Oh.

Your mouth hung slightly open.

You didn’t even notice you had stopped dancing. Neither did Five.

You didn’t dare to break eye contact. Neither did Five.

You both stood in silence for a few moments.

This time you weren’t really trying to hide the way you looked down on his lips. And neither did Five.

A slight smile formed on your lips, and at that moment he already knew the answer.

Next thing you knew, his hand rested gently on the side of your neck and he pulled himself closer.

Your noses brushed against each other first - and somehow you both stayed in that moment of closeness just a few seconds longer than you had to.

And suddenly, you were kissing.

You focused on his soft lips. The way he gently breathed out when you parted. The way he breathed you in once more as you kissed again.

His other hand remained on your hip, as it did throughout the dance. Only it seemed more eager, his grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he needed to make sure you won't go anywhere.

And Five really didn't want you to go anywhere right now.

He was making sure this was truly real - that he won't just wake up from a drunk, misleading dream. He really liked the way this felt. And he must admit, at that moment, he let his guard down completely.

Maybe whiskey wasn’t so bad after all.

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-> A/N: As you can probably tell, this is part of a bigger storyline. I thought up a lot of different scenarios thru all the seasons into my script, for when I shift there. Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more from this universe!

#five hargreaves x you #five hargreeves #five hargreaves fluff #five hargreeves fluff #the umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy five #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x female reader

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paperpocalypse · 2 years

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case 254.

50 Cliché Tropes and Prompts: 1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader Word Count: 1,591 words Warnings: Swearing, violence

You are, by all accounts, married to your work.

And you are a loyal lover. The briefcase is your certificate, the bullets your vows. You keep them close wherever you go. Twenty-four years in the Commission is nothing to sneeze at, and you have never – not once – been unfaithful.

… Not in action, at least. Recent thoughts of retirement have begun tempting you to the point of an emotional affair.

(You’d get married, maybe. To a person, not a job. Live in a one-story home with a pond in the backyard and not too far from the nearest Walmart, adopt a little dog that you and your spouse spoil to bits. You’d die peacefully in your sleep instead of bleeding out in an alleyway somewhere.)

“Shit.”

Coughing, you spit and wipe your mouth with the cuff of your sleeve. Damn Arnie made you bite your own tongue.

“The police will be here any minute!” he yells through the walls, and something clatters to the ground. “You can’t make me go back!”

“I’m not making you go back, Arn,” you call back, exasperated. “I got an order to kill you.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

You chuckle and stumble back to your feet.

Arnold had been a loyal employee of the Temps Commission for twenty years. He specializes in 18th century weaponry, his kill count is in the hundreds, and he relies on cigarettes in the same way you rely on coffee. He is also a friend of yours – or the closest thing a Temps assassin can have to a friend – and that’s probably why the Board sent you to kill him.

They had given you two days. You had promised one.

It’s been three.

“You shouldn’t have tried to sell your briefcase to the military, Arnie!”

Arnie doesn’t reply. The squeal and slam of a door grates on your ears, and you swear aloud, rushing to the bathroom.

You break the door open and don’t hesitate to fire in quick succession, just barely missing a shoe slipping from the windowsill.

Clicking your tongue, you pause.

“Dammit.”

Something small and cylindrical is lobbed through the window, bouncing and rolling to a stop at your feet.

“Dammit!”

You book it out of the bathroom, rounding a corner and diving to the ground just as the grenade explodes. The floor shivers. You cover your ears and hold your breath.

If people had ignored the ruckus beforehand, they certainly can’t now.

Panting, you scrape yourself off the floor, reaching back to pull your Glock out and heading back to the bathroom. “Son of a bitch …”

Smoke and burst pipes and rubble are all that remains of the bathroom. Your heart drops to your stomach when you recognize the guts of your Commission briefcase among the rubble. This has got to be the second-worst fumble of your career; you should’ve thrown the briefcase out first and then run out. Your rifle is a lost cause too.

Shaking your head, you approach the gaping hole in the wall and slowly clamber down the side of the building. Arnold couldn’t have gotten far, not with a concussion and the bullet in his leg. Thank goodness. You don’t have as much stamina for high-speed chases as you used to.

The same moment that you land on a patch of broken bricks and dirt, the sound of a gunshot resonates behind you.

You immediately whip around, firing a shot into Case 254’s head before you can even register that his back had been facing you.

Arnold collapses, dead, onto the ground a few meters away from you. Your lips part. You quickly look back up and keep your gun poised.

A man points his rifle back at you.

“Got him before you did,” he tells you, voice low and gruff.

There’s a briefcase at his feet.

“Did the Board think I couldn’t handle this one?” you ask, aiming between the man’s eyes. You like the way he speaks, even though it pisses you off. He’s confident. “Or do they think I defected too?”

“Did you?” he challenges.

Not in ways they can punish. “If I did, Arnie wouldn’t have tried to blow me up with an MK3.”

“… Humph.”

Sirens are getting ever louder. The two of you lower your weapons; you’re no longer wary of this fellow assassin, but the glare he’s fixing you with makes you want to rile him up.

“Tell me your name, hotshot,” you say, walking over to Arnold and rummaging through his clothes.

He grunts sourly. “Why would I tell you anything?”

“To make conversation.” You find some loose change and a coupon for a tanning salon – alright – but what you’re really interested in is the copy of the briefcase’s blueprints. You pocket everything. “It stimulates the mind. I think you might need that in your old age.”

When you face the man fully again, he rolls his eyes.

Then he literally disappears into thin air.

You blink. The dots connect as quickly as the flaring lights of police cars shine around the corners of the building, and a frenzied laugh escapes your lips.

“What a gentleman.”

Guess the rumors were right – the Commission’s new darling, Five, is a genius as well as an asshole.

On the other side of the apartment complex, the detective tells officers to surround the building. You quickly put your gun away and take off before they reach the back.

“I heard someone running! Over here!”

You run until you reach a chain-link fence, locating a spot where the mesh had peeled away from the post and slipping through with gritted teeth. The air inside your mask weighs on your skin, hot and thick from your heavy breathing. Your feet already hurt. You should’ve invested in those gel insoles Arnold told you about before he decided to defect.

“Stop! This is the police!”

You hold back a groan. You’re getting too old for this shit.

But you keep going anyways. You keep running, turn a corner and cut through back alleys, knock out the few people you pass who are unlucky enough to be out at two in the morning. And for some reason, they keep pursuing you, getting closer and closer –

You hear something like a muffled pop of air. A hand grips your arm and drags you into an alley.

You scramble for your Glock, but as soon as your fingers brush its handle, it disappears. Five pushes you down behind a dumpster and shoves a hand up your mask to cover your mouth. It takes everything in you to keep from gagging when you land on a trash bag way too wet-sounding for your liking.

“Quiet.”

You huff, tearing his hand away. Your arm is pinned against his sternum, your head much too close to his. His breathing is quiet, measured, and slow.

(He’s used to this. Used to running, used to hiding, just like you.)

Five runs warm. You like it in the same way that you like the way he speaks.

Footsteps hurry past your hiding place, then fade into the distance.

After waiting about ten more minutes, you let your head knock back against the wall. “Shit.” You chuckle. “I owe you one, Mr. Five.”

Five doesn’t acknowledge your gratitude. Instead, he pushes himself away from you and drops your Glock into your lap, then grabs his briefcase and stands up. Though you resent the loss of heat, you join him with a more appropriate amount of space between the two of you.

“I’ll take you back to headquarters,” Five states, sounding as if his teeth are about to be pulled.

“Thank you kindly,” you reply. “It must be my lucky day, getting my hide saved and escorted by the Commission’s rising star.”

“I’m sure.” His tone is dry.

Sirens wail as you tell him your name.

“I know,” Five mutters, unclipping the briefcase. “You were mentioned in the kill order for your pal back there.”

Ah. You nod, smiling a bit tightly, and put your hands on the briefcase as well. “Of course.”

A flash, and you’re both back in 1955, the sun too bright and the air too stale. You feel the beginnings of a headache.

“Still hate time travel after twenty plus years,” you comment, letting go. “Did using your powers have the same effect?”

Five regards you silently, lips pursed. “Hard to recall,” he finally says, snapping the briefcase shut.

“The lab’s developing some meds for the side effects. Apparently, they’re doing trial runs soon.”

“That so.”

“Yes.” You squint up at HQ, brush off your suit, and exhale loudly. “Anyway, I better get going. See you later, Mr. Five.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Just Five is fine.”

“See you later, Five,” you emphasize with a grin. “Maybe we’ll be able to team up in the future.”

All he does is cast you an unimpressed glance before disappearing through one of his teleportation portal things.

You stare at the now empty space and sigh, putting your hands on your hips. Well, the apocalypse doesn’t exactly make one a good conversationalist. (Either that, or he finds you insufferable.)

As you stroll into the Commission building to turn in the briefcase blueprint and procure another briefcase, you think of your life so far. You think of your marriage to your work, of the sleepless honeymoon stage and the bitter taste of the past ten years. You think of that dark alley, of that moment of companionship, one-sided though it was.

And maybe you find yourself just a little more unfaithful.

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twpsyn-who · 2 years

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The only reason The Umbrella Academy is having only four seasons is because they can not stop Aidan Gallagher from growing and over half of the budged is going for making him look like a 13 years old.

#before you comment : I know. I'm joking guys #idk I was thinking about him and how much he has grown - especially as I grew up with ricky dicky nicky and dawn on TV #to think he's younger than me. huh #aidan gallagher #the umbrella academy #tua #tua five #the umbrella academy five

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badass-bitch-polls · 1 year

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⚠️ TW: BLOOD ⚠️

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ohmyitsfaith · 1 year

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50 days of learning love/Part 10

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x reader

Summary: This is the end of this short tale. The only thing left is to say goodbye and show how to love.

Warnings: angst and swearing, yk the usual

Word count: 7.6k

A/n: Despite everything, I’m still here. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did. It was sure as hell a long and hard journey. It’s been nice to write this tale, but this is the ending. We have bigger things to do, other stories to be written. So thank you!

Five felt his powers come back. He knew that that could only mean one thing.

“Tomorrow” he said.

“What tomorrow?”

“I feel stronger. And I know that my powers are back. So I’m going. Tomorrow.”

You stayed silent, the news hitting you hard. You knew it could be any minute now that he had to go, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. Your heart ached at the news and you kind of just wanted to tell him to stay. But you couldn’t and the rational part of your brain argued with the emotional part.

“Y/n, please say something” Five begged, his hands grabbing onto yours, trying to get you to open up. “Please, baby.”

“I don’t want you to go” you wanted to say. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew he was waiting for that moment, so he could really throw this opportunity from him and stay with you. But really, that’s what you wanted. You wanted him to be there with you. It’s been so good with him. You fell in love with him. He was the love of your life. You could never love anyone else. And you didn’t want to lose him.

“Alright,” you said instead, your voice breaking.

“Y/n… Say the word and I’ll stay. Please. For you I would do anything” he pleaded, his voice barely coming out and tears started streaming down his face.

“Five” you sniffled and pulled his hands into your lap. “It’s okay. I’ll wait for you until you’re ready to come back.”

“Y/n…”

And that was it. The both of you just sat, crying. Five’s head resting on your thighs, his whole body shaking as your hands moved through his hair, the only sound coming from you were the sniffles you couldn’t keep at bay. Your hearts broke at the pain of departure. You knew it was going to be hard, but you also knew that the next day would be worse. You weren’t sure your heart could take all the pain you were going to experience in the next 24 to 34 hours.

But you had to be strong. For Five. You had to make sure he would go back to his family. That he would save the world and at the end of all of it, he would feel happy. With his decision, with everything that he has done, and with the time leading up to it. You wanted him to remember back to these forty-six days and fill him with happiness. You wanted him to remember you and the amount of love you had for him.

“Five” you sniffled, gently lifting his head. “Look. I love you, okay? You have to remember that. I love you so so much. And I want you to remember all that we did here, okay? All the time we spent together. I need you to remember. You are the most amazing human being ever. You are capable of so many things. I want you to remember everything I told you. Please.”

“I don’t want to leave you” he whispered, not trusting his voice.

“It’s not a goodbye” you promised. “It’s a see you later.”

“I love you” he whispered, clinging to you.

“I love you too” you held him close, savoring the moment.

Life was going to be harder when he traveled back home. But only for a little while. Because you knew he would be back. And you would be patiently waiting for that moment, keeping the memory of your time together in your heart.

Getting through the day was harder than you thought. You mostly cuddled on the mattress, holding Five close to you. You only got up to make lunch and dinner, otherwise, you let your body relax.

At night you read to Five, trying to fit some degree of normality back into your day. The impending separation was still heavy on your minds and hearts, but Five appreciated you trying to help.

You also thought about all the things you needed to do the next day in preparation of Five’s departure. You had to get his cleaner clothes out from the protection of his trunk and you had to make him as clean as he could be. You also had to find something you could shave him with, his facial hair growing to an almost full beard. And while neither of you minded, you knew that it will be enough shock for his family to see him as an eighteen-year-old boy, they didn’t need to see his wild facial hair as well.

“Y/n” Five’s gentle voice brought you back to the real world. “I want you to know that… that I will always love you. That even if I can’t get back to you, I will never forget you.”

“Don’t say that…” you breathed out, hoping to keep the tears at bay. “I believe in you. You will get back to me. You will do it, because you can.”

“But what if I can’t?” he asked, his voice breaking again. “How do you know I am capable of it? What if it takes years or maybe decades?”

“Hey hey hey” you cupped his face in your hands. “No what ifs, okay? You will, baby. I know you will. I believe in you.”

“I wish I could take you with me.”

“As do I, my love. But it’s not my time yet. We will be back together soon, I promise you.”

Five captured your lips with his, not knowing what to do or how to answer. He just wanted you to know how much he loved you. He wanted to show you.

And that’s what he did.

And so went the forty-sixth day and night.

You knew this day was going to be hard. Five knew it too. He was already dreading the moment. But for now, you were helping him clean up. And he was grateful for that. He was going to miss your soft hands on his body. Your fingers running through his hair. Your palms cupping his face as you gently shaved his face. Your arms around his waist as you held him to just admire him. He was going to miss you.

And you were going to miss him. His soft hair, his handsome face. His calloused hands as they caressed your cheeks. His beautiful eyes that were filled with so much love. His fingers that fit so amazingly around yours. And his heart, that was so full of love for you and his family.

“Thank you” he mumbled as you finished helping him get dressed.

“Anytime, my love” you smiled gently.

“Do you want help with anything?”

“No” you shook your head. “I’ll be alright.”

“Okay.”

You weren’t sure what was there to say. You said everything you could yesterday. And the pain of him going away threw every other word or sentence you might had to say. You looked around the stuff you owned and picked up your scarf.

"Five, I want you to take this with you" you turned to him, handing him the scarf. "So you'll have something you can remember me by. If it's cold, you can wear it and remember what we lived through here."

"Thank you" he pulled you in and kissed you gently. It felt different with his beard gone. "I promise I will wear it."

Your heart melted a little, but it also broke. His eyes were sad, sadder than you've ever seen them. You wanted to help him feel better, but you had no idea how you could. So you just squeezed his hand, hoping it brought him at least a little bit of peace.

"I think it's time" you whispered, feeling the tears gather in your eyes.

"I don't want to."

"Yes you do" you smiled sadly. "You'll finally get to see your family and you're happy about it. But you feel sad, because you leave me here. It's okay, Five."

Five breathed in deeply, held the air in his lungs for a few seconds, then let it out. Then he stood up and grabbed your hands so you could walk out into the clearing. His book was safely in his free hand, his knuckles white as he squeezed his hand around it. You looked at him, really looked at him. You watched as his face contorted with focus and sadness. His eyes were harsh and gentle at the same time. You could only imagine the amount of conflict that was in his mind. But you wouldn't let him stay. He had to go.

"Alright," Five sighed. "Can you open the book and show it to me?"

"Okay" you nodded and did what he asked for.

"Thank you" he muttered and got ready to create the portal.

He mumbled through the whole process. He made sure everything was right and you watched with amazement in your eyes as he created a blue glowing portal. The extent of his power was just so amazing to you. You knew he was a genius and extremely powerful, but you never had the opportunity to see it with your own eyes. His fists glowed blue with his power, but you saw that it was taking a lot out of him.

"I…" Five started and breathed hard.

"You're doing good, Five. So so good."

"I… I don't…" he stuttered and you saw the doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, you do. You can. You will do it" you tried to support him.

"I don't want to leave you here!" he finally looked at you.

"I'm not gonna let you throw this away from you" you shook your head.

You stepped close to him and pulled him in for one last kiss. His lips were soft and pliant against yours. You wished you could keep him there with you forever, but that was not a choice you could make. So you savored his lips on yours as long as you could. The way they moved, you would always remember.

"I love you" you breathed and made the hardest choice you ever had to, in your life.

You pulled away and pushed him into the portal. He fell through easily, the portal big enough to cover his whole body. The last look on his face was one of panic. He tried to reach for you, but you were too far. And then he disappeared from your sight along with the portal.

You breathed out, not realizing you had kept your breath in. You were still in shock by what you had done. You quite literally pushed your lover away. You pushed him out of your life, maybe your reality.

As the realization set in, you slid down into the dust and just looked in the distance, feeling the tears gather in your eyes and slowly roll down. The only thing you could hope was that he was safe and with his family.

And so went the forty-seventh day and night.

You didn't move. You didn't want to move. It was something so extremely draining to you, you couldn't get yourself to do that.

And there was day and there was night, the first day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

Things were tough. Your heart hurt with the loss of the love of your life. And that ache spread through your body.

And there was day and there was night, the second day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

You didn't eat. You didn't drink. And you only slept when your body gave up on staying awake.

And there was day and there was night, the third day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

You didn't expect things to go this way. You knew it'd be painful and tough, but you didn't think it would affect you this much.

And there was day and there was night, the fourth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

After all, he was coming back, wasn't he? He'd save the world and get back to you, bring you with him. After all, he loved you. Right?

And there was day and there was night, the fifth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

You were sure of that. He loved you. He said it himself. He said he wanted to be with you. To grow old with you.

And there was day and there was night, the sixth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

Or did you say that? Were you the only one who meant it? Were those things he said to you untrue? Were his "I love you"s all fake?

And there was day and there was night, the seventh day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

Was he even real? Was he just a figment of your imagination? You weren't sure anymore. The only thing you knew was that your feelings were true.

And there was day and there was night, the eighth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

They were as true as your name. As true as the apocalypse. As true as the life you sought for years now. As true as…

And there was day and there was night, the ninth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

…As his memory. Whether he himself was real or not, you promised you'd remember him. And so his memory lived vividly in your head.

And there was day and there was night, the tenth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

You knew you couldn't just lie there forever. You had a life to live. Even if it was at a place like this. You had nothing to live for really, but you also couldn't just give up. How would you really give up? You were afraid of pain. So you had no choice but to live.

Even if it was meaningless.

And there was day and there was night, the eleventh day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

So you went out to get more food. And you went out to get more water. You collected enough for it to be enough for a few days. During the day you drew.

More specifically you drew him.

And there was day and there was night, the twelfth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

Things were tough, yes. But you wanted to make the most of the life you got. You wanted to fulfill your dreams in this post-apocalyptic world. You wanted it, you needed it.

So you entertained yourself with everything you could. Nothing except the book remained untouched.

And there was day and there was night, the thirteenth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

Untouched, with the hope of finishing the story with either your imagination of him, or if he really existed, then with the real him.

But you had to wait. And you had no clue how much you had to wait. Maybe it took him one more week. Or maybe a month. Or a year. Or more…

You wanted it. You wanted him to come back. But you were no longer sure that he would come back at all.

And there was day and there was night, the fourteenth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

You were hopeless. More hopeless than ever. Things were just all too much. And all too little. It was a confusing thing, but you didn't even try to understand it. You accepted it.

As you also accepted your fate. You were going to die in the post-apocalyptic world, it was just a matter of when. And you weren't sure you wanted it to be sooner or later.

But it has been about two weeks since Five went away. And now you accepted that he wasn't going to be back. It was all too good to be true.

You just wanted a normal life. But it seemed that you didn't deserve one.

And there was day and there was night, the fifteenth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

But you didn't understand why. Why didn't you deserve one? What did you do to get this treatment? You couldn't even remember your life before fully. There were only a few memories about it. So in all honesty you had no clue what you could've done.

All your memories are about the five years you spent in this god-forsaken place. Why was there an apocalypse? What or who caused it? With Five, you figured out that it was the moon that ended all life on Earth, but how did that happen?

And even if there was an apocalypse, why couldn't you just die with everyone else? Why did you have to live to tell the tale? It didn't make sense.

Nothing made sense anymore.

Nothing.

And there was day and there was night the sixteenth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

Or maybe there was something that made sense. Your love for him. He was everything to you and he always will be. Even if you die in the post-apocalyptic world. Alone and without him.

Maybe things would be different if the apocalypse didn't happen. Maybe you would've met in a different way.

Maybe you'd still be together. Maybe you'd have a different life together…

And there was day and there was night the seventeenth day.

♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡✩♡

In an alternative universe, you would've met in a coffee shop. You would've gotten to know each other like normal humans. He would be the smartest college student and you'd be studying f/a (favorite area (interest)). Maybe even at the same university. You would've gone on dates every Sunday and after finishing your studies, you'd move in together. You'd get a job that fit the best and you'd build a life together.

And years later you'd get married with only your families around. You'd be so happy together. Maybe after a while, you'd adopt children, but even if you don't, your life would be perfect together.

Yes, in an alternative universe this is what would happen to you. And everything would be perfect.

But you weren't in an alternative universe. You were there, in the real world, stuck in an apocalypse. And there was no Five, there was no family, there was nothing. Only you and the painfully empty world, devoid of anything beautiful. Devoid of people, devoid of warm emotions, devoid of things that would make it interesting.

And there was day and there was night the eighteenth…

The swooshing sound of something magical hit your ear. It was familiar, though you no longer remember where it was familiar from. There was a flash of blue light that lit up the darkening sky for a fraction of a second and then there was nothing.

Except there was everything when you turned around. Your heart skipped a beat and everything seemed to slow down around you. Because there he stood. In all his glory.

"Five" you breathed out, tears rushing to your eyes.

He looked the same as you remembered. His bright green eyes shone with excitement and other emotions, though his face only showed a small smile. He was wearing a suit and he was so so handsome.

"I was in the neighborhood" he started, his eyes shining with a bit of mischief. "Thought I'd drop by."

And it all broke. You broke down crying, running to his arms, finally being able to be enveloped in them. His hands went around your waist and brought you closer than you thought was possible. He held you as tight as he could while you sobbed into his shoulders. You couldn't contain your feelings, too relieved to have him with you again.

"Five" you sobbed.

"I'm here now. I'm sorry for leaving you" he whispered. "I'm here."

The two of you sank to the floor and just hugged each other. Both of you were crying, from relief, from love, from everything. It was everything you wanted and it was finally back with you.

“I’m sorry” Five whispered. “I’m sorry for leaving you here. How much time passed by?”

“I don’t know” you shook your head, looking at him.

You lifted your hand and wiped his tears away, slowly caressing his face, which was clean-shaven.

“But it was long” you whispered, feeling new tears coming to your eyes.

“I’m sorry, darling. Thank you for waiting for me” he held your face in his hands.

"Of course I waited" you snuggled into his hand, finally feeling at peace.

"What did you do while I was away?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about that. Not right now" you closed your eyes.

"Alright. Then let me talk about my family. I met them again and they're much older than me. They are the weirdest bunch I've ever met. And even though our world is fucked up, there's still a place for us. Do you want to come too?" he smiled.

"I do."

Five smiled and pulled you into a kiss. His lips were warm against yours, though the taste was different than before. It was something bitter and you honestly didn't know what it was. You liked it though.

"Let's go" he pulled away a little bit and smiled at you.

"Alright," you nodded and pecked his lips a last time.

He intertwined your fingers and got ready to create a portal.

"Wait!" you stopped him and ran back to your stuff, picking up the book you were reading together. Five smiled when you showed it to him.

"Got everything now?" he asked.

"Yep" you smiled. "Do I… do I look okay?"

"You're beautiful. And they don't care about the dust" he pecked your lips and then finally created the portal.

You were going home.

And so went the forty-eighth day and night.

The house you stepped into was different than you imagined. It was big, but everything seemed to match Five's description. You just… imagined it differently.

You were in a huge hallway, surrounded by beautiful artwork. In front of you was a huge staircase that led up to the upper floors and to your right was a huge archway that led to the living and dining room.

You were so surprised by everything and it was so surreal for you, that you didn't even notice that Five just watched you, smiling at your wonder. He was so happy to have you there, finally free from the post-apocalyptic world.

Finally, you turned toward Five.

“So… this is where you lived before… you know.”

Five nodded with a smile on his face. Then he seemed to remember something and looked down at his watch.

“They should be…” he started and your brows furrowed in confusion for a second before a familiar swooshing sound hit your ear and made you turn around.

A group of weirdly dressed people teleported into the foyer, stumbling as they landed. There were two women and three men standing around the table and they looked through themselves, shocked that they were in one piece.

“My family” Five whispered into your ear, stepping up behind you.

“And why are they…” you whispered back, gesturing to their clothing.

“Well…” Five started, but then one of the people in the group noticed you two.

“Five!” the guy in the cowboy hat exclaimed. “And weird little girl…”

“What?” the tall woman turned around and looked at you as well, the others finally noticing you.

“How did you arrive before us?” the man with shoulder-length hair asked and pulled out a knife.

Your eyes widened at both the attention and the previously mentioned guy’s knife. Your hands reached for Five’s and your brain was trying to make sense of what was going on. You knew they wouldn’t hurt Five, he was their brother, but your fight or flight reflex switched on and you were still trying to decide whether to escape the situation or burn the man down.

“I made a shortcut” Five shrugged simply.

“But… you held the briefcase…” the buff man said confused.

“No, Luther, you held the briefcase” Five nodded toward the still-present briefcase in his hands.

“But you… I don’t know how to operate it. How did you…”

“Wait, I think we should first discuss the case of the weird little girl!” the man with the cowboy hat interrupted and turned to you with a kind smile. “Hey, I’m Klaus and…”

“I think this weird briefcase incident is more important!” the buff man… Luther? interrupted him and raised his voice slightly.

In a matter of seconds, chaos ensued and everyone started arguing. Everyone had their own questions and priorities. Only two people stayed out of it. Five and the other woman. She approached the two of you and smiled kindly at you.

“Hi, I’m Vanya” she introduced herself, but then something seemed to stir in her. Still, her smile turned back to kind a second later. “I’m guessing you’re the famous Y/n. Five talked a lot about you.”

“Yeah, hi” you smiled back, relieved that she was kind. “You’re… the sister who plays the violin, right?”

“Yeah” she nodded and then thought for a moment. “Well, I used to play. I haven’t played it since…”

Seeing that she had trouble voicing her thought, Five said it instead of her. “She caused the apocalypse.”

“Oh,” you blinked, shocked by the revelation, and Vanya’s face reddened with embarrassment.

“But then she redeemed herself when she helped stop the Commission.”

“What is the Commission?” you looked at him, confused.

“They tried to recruit me when I first came back and then since we kind of got into a timeline we weren’t supposed to exist in, they came to kill all of us,” Five said as if he was just saying that the sky is cloudy.

“What?” you exclaimed.

That got the others’ attention and you immediately shrinked away from their gazes. But still, you couldn’t let go of what he just said.

“What do you mean they came to kill you? What do you mean they tried to recruit you? What do you mean that you went to a different timeline? Five!” you asked, unable to understand what he was saying.

“I’ll explain later” he tried to placate you, but it just made you more mad.

“Five! What the hell happened exactly in the days you were gone?” the tall woman asked, confused by who you were.

Five sighed out, knowing he couldn’t avoid the explanation any longer.

“Let’s go to the living area and I’ll explain everything.”

And explain he did. As everyone sat down on the couch and the chairs, Five started from the beginning.

He told his family that the day he disappeared he ended up in the post-apocalyptic world and for five years he was alone. Around two months before he came back, he met you, who helped him figure out the equation to get back home.

Then he turned to you to explain that he arrived to the real world a bit more than a week before the apocalypse happened and with his family’s help he tried to stop the apocalypse. Along the way, the Commission, which is an agency that deals with time-space stuff, tried to recruit him and for a while, they succeeded. Or so they thought. And with the Commission now hot on his heel, he tried to save the world.

The apocalypse still happened though, he was too late to stop it and so in an attempt to save his family, he scattered them in the 1980s. It wasn’t intentional though. Once he got there as well, it turned out that there was going to be another apocalypse in a little bit more than a week and once again he was tasked to stop it. They managed, but while they were at it, Vanya’s girlfriend’s son almost caused another one. So they helped the little guy and soon the Commission came with hundreds if not thousands of people to stop them. Thankfully though they managed to kill all of the agents and then kill the head of the Commission as well. Two birds with one stone, right?

Finally, they got a suitcase and were able to get home with Five taking a shortcut and getting you from the post-apocalyptic world.

“So no more apocalypses?” the tall woman, who you now knew was called Allison, asked.

“I hope not,” Five said.

“Then I can…”

“Find your daughter” Five nodded.

“It was great to meet you Y/n” Allison smiled at you and then she was off.

“If her daughter is alive, do you think Pogo and Grace are too?” Luther asked.

“Well, that’s a hard question. I feel like they should be” Five answered.

“Wait, first I still don’t get how this little girl-”

“Y/n” Five corrected Diego.

“-Right, Y/n. How did you survive the apocalypse? And how are you here if you were alive in the time before the apocalypse? How are you eighteen, when you were just thirteen back then?” he lists the questions.

“I-” you were stunned and had no idea how to answer all of his questions.

“They probably inherited the powers” Five answered for you.

“Really?” everyone in the room turned to him.

“I’ve been thinking about it and that makes the most sense. You said that you were born on the 21st of October in 2006. You don’t remember your parents, so it can easily be that either your mother or father had powers when they had you.”

“But we were what, like seventeen?” Luther said, confused.

“There are teenage pregnancies” Vanya reminded him. “Maybe they’re a result of one.”

“Maybe,” you said, feeling that Five’s explanation made sense.

“What are your powers?” Klaus asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Well…” you started and looked at Five for guidance. But Five just shrugged and gave you the choice to show them your powers. “I can do a number of things actually. In the sense that it all has to do with fire. I can warm my whole body up and also can create fire from nothing. I’m also fireproof” you explained.

“That’s cool” Vanya smiled at you.

“Not as cool as yours!” you said, just now remembering that she had powers. “You’re so powerful!”

“Well, I can’t really control it…”

“We’ll figure something out” Five smiled at Vanya. “Actually, if nobody has any more questions, I’m going to steal Y/n away. No? Alright, we’re out!”

With that, Five pulled you up from the couch and lead the way out of the room.

“Leave your room’s door open!” Diego shouted after you.

“We’re eighteen!” Five yelled back.

“I don’t care!”

“Yeah well me either,” he said at a normal volume and smiled at you. “A nice warm shower or a nice warm bath?”

“I… uh… hmm” you fell silent after that, trying to decide. “Bath?”

“A bath it is” his smile widened and his eyes shone with happy light. “Tomorrow I’ll show you around the academy and I’ll let you get to know my siblings, but today, we’re spending time together. What would you like to eat for dinner?”

“I’m… not sure” you shrugged, not familiar with any dishes other than the ones in the post-apocalyptic world. “What’s your favorite dish?”

“I’ll show it to you” he promised and you finally reached his room.

He picked out two towels from one of the drawers and then turned around.

“We’ll have to raid Klaus’s closet. None of my old clothes will fit either of us.”

You nodded half-heartedly as you looked around the room. It was decorated quite plainly, the walls covered in a simple wallpaper. The bed was tiny, it probably wouldn’t fit the now-tall Five. Not to mention you. There were few toys around, just some basics. Still, it was so Five.

“Let’s go” he smiled gently and grabbed your hand once again.

You reciprocated his smile and let him lead you to another room, where he grabbed two sets of pyjamas and uniforms.

“We’ll buy some clothes at some point” he promised.

“These are so cute” you smiled, holding the little jacket in your hand.

Five didn’t agree with you, but let you indulge in whatever thought you had. Then you grabbed his hand and the two of you finally went to wash away all the dirt you had on you.

And so went the forty-ninth day and night.

In the morning it was weird to wake up. It was warm around you and the mattress soft. The pillows were keeping your head propped up, though you still preferred Five’s chest as a pillow. Speaking of him, he was gazing at you with so much love in his eyes, you thought you were gonna drown in them.

“Good morning” he whispered, not wanting to break the calm morning silence.

“Morning” you smiled, feeling your chest fill with warmth and happiness, because finally, you were safe and back in your lover's arms.

“How did you sleep?”

“I never want to get out of this soft bed” you admitted and that was enough to answer Five’s question.

“Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to” Five smiled and caressed your face gently.

“But I also want to talk to your family. I want to know more about them and about you.”

“We can do whatever you want” he promised.

“Alright” you smiled and closed your eyes, happy to just be.

But then you remembered something and sat up. Five looked at you, confused about your sudden action.

“The book!”

“What about it?” he sat up as well.

“I wanted to finish it with you last night, but with everything else happening, I forgot about it!”

You got out of bed, ready to search for it, when Five grabbed your hand.

“First, get dressed. We’ll have breakfast and then we’ll read the ending of the book” he pulled you back into his lap.

You looked down at yourself and then nodded, knowing that what Five suggested is a lot better than just running through the house, searching for the book.

So you did exactly that. You got dressed, then you walked down to eat breakfast.

Last night you had the pleasure to meet Grace, the siblings’ robot mom, and also Pogo, who was, to your surprise, a talking chimp. They were both very nice and respectful and Grace immediately took you into the family.

It was weird, falling into a different rhythm of life. But you liked it. Much more than the one you had in the post-apocalyptic world. Though you can certainly see the magic of that as well. After all, a lot happened during a day in that world as well. With Five by your side, of course.

After you got breakfast (Five’s favorite: peanut butter sandwich with marshmallows), you sat down in the living area, with you resting on Five’s chest and Five’s arms around you.

“Are you ready to know how the story ends?”

“I’ve been dying to know” Five smiles at you and kisses your lips gently.

But as you started to read it, Klaus came waltzing in.

“Ah, young lovers” he sighed and put one of his hands on his chest, and gave a fake sob.

“Klaus!” Five sat up immediately, annoyed to be interrupted.

“Hey, I’m just trying to get to know my little sibling-in-law” he rudely sat down next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “You guys disappeared so early in the evening and I couldn’t even get my questions in. Hm, I wonder what you guys were doing…”

At that, you choked on your own spit, and Five’s face reddened.

“KLAUS!”

“What? I didn’t say anything” he blinked innocently with a mischievous smile on his face. “But dear sibling-in-law, do tell me, how exactly did you meet this sweet brother of mine?”

“Well…” you struggled a little bit after your coughing fit. “It was actually by chance. He just appeared on the horizon one day and… well at first we actually argued a lot. We didn’t like each other that much.”

“Why? Was this little rascal moody and a smartass?” he asked and he seemed to be genuinely curious.

“Kind of?” you shrugged.

“Interesting” Klaus hummed and then thought for a few seconds. “I wonder what changed?”

“He cried,” you said simply, which earned a gentle slap on your shoulder from Five. “Hey! That’s the truth. When you cried for the first time, I realized that you were so much more than just a grumpy little smartass.”

“Aw, that is just so sweet” Klaus “sobbed” again. “You guys are adorable.”

“Get out” Five rolled his eyes.

“No, no. I’m gonna keep asking questions” Klaus waved him off.

“No, you will not. Leave them alone” Five finally pushed Klaus off the couch and he landed with a loud “Oof!”

“So inhospitable” Klaus frowned but ended up leaving after he whispered in your ear: “I’ll find you for more questions later.”

You giggled as Five threw the pillow behind his back after him. You turned to him, putting a gentle hand on his face.

“It’s okay,” you said.

“As long as that idiot doesn’t come back.”

“Don’t worry, you scared him away for a while” you chuckled and then picked up the book from your lap. “So, last chapter?”

“Yes, definitely” he sighed, grabbing a hold of your waist and pulling you in.

But just as you were about to start reading it, Allison came in, with a young girl holding onto her hand tightly.

“Hey guys” she greeted the two of you. “Where are the others? I want to introduce you to my daughter.”

Five sighed, annoyed that you were interrupted once again, but stood up.

“I’ll get them” he promised and with a flash of blue light, he was gone.

So you were left alone with the woman and her daughter. You sighed and put the book on the little coffee table in front of you. You looked up at Allison, then directed your glance at the little girl clutching her hand.

“Hi” you waved with as much gentleness and kindness as you could fit in your voice and gesture.

The little girl shyly lifted up her free hand and waved back at you.

Then Five teleported back and you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Soon, the three men came in through the archway and stood there at first confused. Then they sat down on the couch and the armchairs. Only one person was missing. Vanya, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Well, I’ll shoot her a text, and then she’ll arrive whenever she arrives” Allison sighed and quickly did as she said. She then put her phone away and smiled. “So, this is my daughter Claire” she guided her daughter to stand in front of her. “And Claire, these are your uncles!”

“Hi, Claire!” Luther was the first to speak up, his smile just as gentle as his voice. “I’m your uncle Luther. Uh, Spaceboy.”

“Hi” Claire seemed to cheer up a lot, hearing the nickname you assumed she gave him.

“It is so good to meet you, Claire. Your mom said a lot about you” he smiled, seeming truly happy.

“Hey Claire, I’m Klaus. The fun uncle” Klaus waved, but Claire’s big smile dropped, and only shyly waved back.

“Klaus, you don’t know how to talk to kids” Diego sighed.

“Oh, because you do?” Five asked with raised eyebrows.

“You’re even worse than me!” Diego accused.

“How do you come to that conclusion? You haven’t done shit with kids!”

“Five! There’s a literal kid here!” you scolded him and Five shut up immediately and leaned back, scowling. “Sorry about them” you apologized partly to Allison and partly to Claire. “Those are your uncle Diego and uncle Five. I’m your uncle Five’s… significant other, Y/n” you smiled gently.

“Hi Y/n” she smiled, feeling more at ease.

Just then the elusive Vanya Hargreeves comes in. Except… she got a haircut.

“Sorry I’m late!” she said, then continued to apologize profusely. “I’m really sorry, I was already coming back when I got your text and I was hurrying so much. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be late.”

“It’s… okay. Your hair…” Allison started, but was interrupted by Klaus.

“Oh I love the haircut” he smiled, gesturing with his hand lightly.

“Yeah, um. As I was saying, I’m really sorry” Vanya turned to Allison.

“Yeah, no, it’s no problem. I get it” she dismissed quickly. “Claire, this is your auntie Vanya!”

“It’s uh… Viktor” she… he said with fear lingering in his voice.

It took a couple of seconds for you to catch up, but then a gentle smile took over your face.

“Who’s Viktor?” Diego asked, seeming utterly confused about everything going down.

“I am,” Viktor said. “It’s who I’ve always been.”

Everyone in the room was trying to understand what was exactly going on, so you took on the opportunity to say something.

“Hi Viktor” you smiled gently and Viktor smiled back at you, but then he looked around, still scared of his family’s reaction.

“Is… is that an issue for anyone?”

“Nah, I’m good with it” Diego shrugged.

“Yeah, me too. Cool” Klaus smiled brightly.

“Truly happy for you, Viktor” Five said, gently smiling at the man.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Allison asked with a sad, but happy look on her face.

“Well… I kinda didn’t have time to even figure it out fully until like yesterday and… yeah” Viktor wasn’t sure how to really explain it.

“Thank you for trusting us with this” Luther said.

“Yeah” Allison agreed. “And… I’m truly, truly happy for you” she seemed like she wanted to say more, but then she remembered that she was meant to introduce her daughter. “Then, this is your uncle Viktor. Viktor, this is your niece, Claire.”

“Glad to meet you, Claire” Viktor smiled at the young girl.

“Well, now that the introductions are over…” Klaus started and then went on to start a conversation so Claire can get to know everyone and everyone can get to know Claire.

The rest of the morning went on like that and then it was time for lunch. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what half of the dishes were that Grace served for everyone to enjoy, but you quickly found your favorite things. And Five was kind enough to explain every dish to you in a hushed voice that you heard above everyone’s chatter.

By the time you finished eating lunch, both Five and you were ready to find out how the book you were reading going to end. So as most people went to do their own thing, you and Five took one of the couches in the living area and got ready to read the last chapter.

“Finally, we’ll get to read the last chapter” Five sighed, leaning back against the back of the couch.

“Be careful, you’ll jinx it” you warned with a playful smile on your face.

And truly, Five did jinx it, because just as you were going to start the chapter, the light footsteps of Claire approached the living area.

“Auntie Y/n, uncle Five” her chipper voice was filled with happiness as she bound toward the two of you on the couch. “Can you play with me? Mama said that I should come to find you, because she wanted to talk to Spaceboy and later uncle Viktor.”

“Of course” you smiled instantly. “I know many games. I’ll teach some to you, would you like to?”

“Yes!” she beamed up at you and sat between you and Five.

So most of the afternoon you played with Claire, who, you were sure, was the absolute cutest little girl ever. She was also really polite and just full of energy.

Around four o’clock, Allison came down and said goodbye, going back home with Claire. Five sighed in relief, knowing that the time to finish the novel has came.

“Do not say a single word” you warned him gently, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I won’t” he promised with a slight smile and pecked your lips, then leaned back against your chest.

So you read the last chapter. The protagonist and the love interest have their wedding once again, this time knowing nothing can stop their love. They’re happy together with so much love between them. They defeated all evil and got their marriage back. They’re finally able to just be.

And in many ways, the two of you are the same. There’s no imminent apocalypse on the horizon for you, just endless love and happiness. Sure, things take time to adjust to, but you’re together once again, and with the other by your side, you’ll always defeat whatever challenge comes your way. And you couldn’t wish for more. You love Five and Five loves you.

And in the golden hour of the 3rd day of April, in the year 2019, the two of you lay in the Hargreeves’s mansion, used to be Umbrella Academy, and there’s nothing else but love and happiness in your hearts.

“Five?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“We spent 50 days together,” you said.

“Really? You kept count of how many days we spent together?”

“Of course” you nodded as if it was the most usual thing.

Five hummed and then looked at you. “So in 50 days, you taught me how to love.”

“I think it was mutual” you smiled at him. “I love you Five.”

“As I do, my dear.”

And he leaned in to press the sweetest kiss to your lips, savoring the moment for ages to come.

And that is the story of how one lost teenager saved another and through their love saved the world and gave themselves the life they sought for years. The story ends here dear readers, but their love is yet to be concluded.

And so went the fiftieth day.

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jamazzilblog · 2 years

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Just thinking about how Five Hargreeves is the most like his father. Just how similar they truly are.

Reginald and Five are foils and it really shows how they are two sides of the same coin. They even have the same goal (if you really think about it).

Five and Reginald are both incredibly confident in themselves, to the point where their ego turns against them. It's their biggest weakness.

They are unable to detect their own mistakes because they assume they won't make any. Ultimately that's what leads them to their fall.

It's what leads Five to the apocalypse and it's what leads Reginald to fail at BOTH the academies.

Five's journey is made of loyalty, and everything he does is for his family, he doesn't want to save the world, he wants to save his family, and he'll do anything (up to slaughter a room full of people without batting an eye) for them, to make sure they are okay, and together.

Well Reginald is quite the same, specially after what this last season told us. He has done what he has done because he wanted his wife to come back, he went to unbelievable extremes just for her.

The two of them will do whatever it takes for the people they care about.

They are both calculating, cynical, intellectual, loyal(only to those who they feel are deserving of that loyalty), realistic, they will do whatever it takes, they have grey morality and are tied to the past... even Five said it himself in the third season.

"Old dogs like him and me, we never change"

I personally think it's heartbreaking how, the kid that turned out to be most like his father is the one who hates him so.

(Not saying the other's don't hate Reginald, they do, rightfully so)

Five spent all those years in the apocalypse haunted by his father's ghost and he will live with the knowledge that he is his reflection, another clone in an irreparable broken chain of abuse.

The only thing that diffirentiates Five and Reginald is that Five does have his humanity.

But other than that, isn't kind of ironic? That Five is exactly the same as the thing he hates the most?

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"Wonder if it's too late to be un-adopted."

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Hii I'm a real sucker for your smuts and I was wondering if you could do a five one where he walks in on reader riding their pillow and thinking about him while doing it (and they haven't had intercourse in a long while because of apocalypse stuff and all that) and the aftermath where you can do anything with it after but I'd really like it if five was being gentle to the reader :<

Sorry this is a long req I hope you write it and it's okay if you dont wanna, thankiee 🫶

Your welkiee! Hope you enjoy. 😊 Lucky Fucking Pillow | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 3k words, Rated E

It had been four weeks: four fearful, lonely, miserable weeks. You felt stupid, irritated with him. You hated the fact you were waiting at home for him like the sweetheart of a world war two vet, living on the letters he sent from the front lines.

You held it together until just before he left, duffel bag over his shoulder.

“The situation’s dangerous; unpredictable. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

On the floors below you, you could hear a bustle of activity as his siblings made similar preparations to leave.

“Why is this your responsibility?”

He looked at you, disbelievingly, the hand not supporting the bag went directly into his pocket.

“This is the world. Am I supposed to sit at home and wait to be subsumed by another apocalypse?”

You shook your head, bringing your knees up to your chest, not able to articulate what you were feeling.

“Let me come with you then.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, picked up the last of his morning coffee and knocked it back, shaking his head.

“I’m not having this discussion again. I’d want you beside me in anything else, but not in this. If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Your best chance of survival is staying well away.”

“What if you die? What am I supposed to do?”

From slight irritation, he softened further. Bending from the waist, he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, okay.”

He crossed to the door, but a strangled sob made him turn back. Your face was suddenly red, tear-streaked. When you spoke, the words tore themselves from a tight throat.

“Don’t go!”

He closed his eyes, hand still on the door handle. He let out a breath and dropped the duffel bag, turning back around, crossing the room in two strides and holding you close, your head against his chest.

“I have to, angel. I’m so sorry.”

Since then, your days had been spent scouring the horizon for impending doom and following the news incessantly for any hints of what was going on. Your nights had been spent sleepless, remembering Five’s caresses and trying to get your head around the fact that you and everyone else could die at any moment.

You at least knew he wasn’t dead. He got messages to you sporadically; short dispatches from the field. They appeared mostly via an ancient telegraph machine stowed in Reginald’s old office. The most recent of these hadn’t been very encouraging:

We’ve got a plan, but it’s tenuous. If it doesn’t work, we’ll really be fucked. If that’s the case, then I hope to see you on the other side, -F x

smut below cut

They were four sexless weeks too. You quickly discovered that it takes more than the threat of imminent death to crush the human capacity for horniness. Before that month, you would have thought it would be a deluge of cold water on your libido, but that was far from the case.

On the contrary, knowing that time could be short, all you could think about was having Five in your arms again: running your hands all over his body, the feeling of his lips on yours and the sensations of his lovemaking.

As you lay in bed, his phantom was a heavy, intoxicating presence. Your need for him was strong tonight. You rolled to look at his empty side of the bed and imagined his head on the pillow. His eyes (that fickle forest green that masqueraded as blue in some lights and brown in others), you imagined them shaded by his hair. You saw his raised eyebrow, his smile, soft and suggestive, with the dimple that only appeared on one side of his face, recessing two large freckles by his mouth.

You pulled his pillow to you and buried your face in it. It smelled of him. You inhaled it deeply: his aftershave, his antiperspirant, his shampoo, a hint of coffee and something more indefinable: a more fundamental scent that was all him.

It was this last smell that made your stomach flip, that made you breathe in the scent of the pillow again. It awakened something primal in you: ripples from your center outwards; flutters down each of your limbs.

Before you knew it, you were stripping off your panties and kneeling up in bed. One hand held his pillow to your face and the other held your own pillow between your legs. When you started to grind, it was him beneath you. In imagination, he was teasing you: not allowing you to get on his dick until you came from humping his leg.

It wasn’t enough friction, so you sped up your hips, snapping them back and forth desperately. There was a whisper of something, a tingle from your neglected pussy, so you chased it, sinking deeper into the fantasy and imagining his hands squeezing your hips, guiding you as you rode him.

“Oh, Five,” you whispered, feeling your body begin to respond, wetness gathering between your labia, “Five, fuck.”

You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

“Hm,” said an approving voice from the doorway, “that lucky fucking pillow.”

You gave a violent start, dropped his pillow and turned around. There he was, framed in the open doorway. You gave a grateful, ecstatic cry.

“Five!”

In nothing but your t-shirt, you were across the room in a leap and bound and throwing yourself against him, holding him to you with sudden, tight urgency.

He immediately stiffened and let out a sharp groan of pain. You loosened your grip

“Oh my god, what happened? You’re hurt! Are you okay? Is it over? Is everyone okay? Is the world okay?”

He was holding himself stiffly, but now his pain had faded, his face was amused. He leaned forward and kissed your lips. On your side, the kiss was desperate, joy-filled; on his, more passionate. His tongue flicked between your lips before he broke away.

“How about this? l answer each of your questions if, each time, you answer me one in return?” he said, smirking.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said, smiling gently, “but that wasn’t a question.”

You were too happy to see him to have space to be irritated by this game.

“Fine. What happened to you?”

He moved as if to put his bag down on the chair. Seeing his wince, you took it off him and placed it there yourself.

“Thanks. It’s just a wound. There was an explosion. I was hit by a piece of flying steel.”

“Shit,” you whispered, looking down at his chest and the bandages that must be underneath his shirt, “oh my god, are you okay?”

“Hey,” he admonished, “it’s your turn to answer a question now. What were you doing when I came in?”

You looked at him with annoyance.

“You know what I was doing.”

“Yes,” he smirked, “I want to hear you describe it.”

“I was masturbating.”

“How were you masturbating?” he pushed.

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” you said, using his own tactic against him, “How long will it take to heal? Are you seriously hurt?”

“That was two questions,” he said, stepping towards you, “but I’m feeling generous: I’m not seriously hurt. It’s a flesh wound. It’ll heal nicely.”

You looked at him with concern and he shook his head with a smile.

“Now it’s my turn: what exactly were you thinking about when you were humping that pillow?”

“You,” you mumbled, “I missed you.”

“What exactly? You didn’t answer properly.”

You feel your face flush.

“I was thinking about fucking you. On top. Riding you.”

Five’s smirk grew, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows suggestively. You hurried on.

“Is the family okay?”

“All present and correct.” he said, moving even closer to you and stroking your hip in gentle circles.

It was a long, long month without you. There was barely time to think, let alone have the privacy for any ‘self care’ sessions of his own. Now that it was all over, his dick was complaining rather vocally about this neglect; insisting that if it didn’t get inside something warm and tight within the next five minutes, it would be most seriously displeased with the rest of him.

As if to punctuate the point, it was now requisitioning rather a lot of blood from his brain, leaving him rock hard and almost lightheaded with the rush.

“You’re so horny for me, aren’t you? Humping your pillow like a dirty little girl?”

“Was that a question?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as his hand snaked around to your ass. He stroked one of your buttocks up and down slowly, palm cupping the curve of your skin.

“Then yes: I’m horny for you.”

“How horny?” he said, immediately, squeezing you gently.

“Did you save the world?”

“Are you wet for me?” he said, huskily.

The fingertips of his other hand came to rest on your thigh. His eyes, dark in the low light of the bedroom, captured yours and held them firmly, authoritatively.

“If you’re not going to answer my question, I’ll have to find out for myself.”

You looked back at him and his lips twitched. Slowly, he walked his middle and index fingers between your legs and parted your labia. He let out a low ‘oh’ as he felt the sopping folds waiting for him.

A jolt twitched down the boner now pressing insistently against the crotch of his pants.

“How about you ditch the pillow and have a piece of the real thing?”

His fingers slipped slickly up and down your slit and you nodded, trying not to let your knees go weak. Your hands came to the hem of your shirt, pulled it over your head and discarded it so that you were standing naked before him.

As your breasts bounced free, his befuddled mind could only think how much he’d missed them. He bent forward eagerly to try and take a nipple into his mouth, but froze mid-stoop with a wince and harsh intake of breath.

“Ow. Shit.”

He straightened up slowly, stiffly and leaned against the door, experimentally stretching out his limbs.

“You okay?” you said, worried.

“I’m fine.” he muttered, hand over his injury, “Got a bad case of hornybrain. Made me forget I was impaled by a steel bar for a hot second there.”

You winced in sympathy and rubbed his clothed stomach in circles. When the pain had abated and he was again looking at you with lust behind his eyes, you leaned in and whispered to him.

“Looks like you’re going to have to stay still and let me do all the work.”

His lips parted but no words came out, for once unable to think of anything cocky to say. You could see the glisten of saliva on his tongue. You smirked and lowered yourself so that you were kneeling in front of him.

He laid his head against the door and exhaled as you deftly freed him of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He squeezed his eyes closed, thoroughly undone by the mere suggestion of being sucked. He was even hornier than he realized.

He groaned in a strange mix of satisfaction and need as you licked him through his underwear, using one hand to pull the fabric taught around the thick five and a half inches imprinted there in harsh relief. The stretch and your saliva made the white material semi transparent and you felt a pleasant twist in your stomach as the hint of soft, flushed skin beneath. You lost yourself, aware of nothing but the perfect outline of his glans beneath your tongue and the heady, pheromonal smell of him.

He made another tight, needy sound as you put your lips around his still-clothed head.

“Please.”

How could you refuse him? Pulling at the elastic and reaching in, you pulled him out to twitch in the open air. It looked painfully hard, as always curving slightly to your left but otherwise sticking straight out like an exclamation point to his arousal.

Slowly, still inhaling that intoxicating scent, you took him into your mouth, slowly sucking him. You hummed appreciatively at his solid, hot skin between your lips. You were in heaven there, happy to keep sucking him as long as he’d let you.

“You don’t know how much I need this,” he said, weakly, knees buckling as you built to a steady rhythm. You paid close attention to his head, enjoying the little pop it made as it left the tight seal of your lips.

He looked down at you with hazy eyes, watching the way your lips pouted as you slid your lips up his length. When you caught his eyes, the pupils suddenly widened and he immediately looked away, head snapping straight back to look up at the ceiling.

“I can’t look at you right now,” he breathed, by way of explanation, “You’re too perfect; I’ll come too fast.”

You flushed, glowing with his praise. Though Five was a loving partner, his compliments were usually hidden beneath layers of self-consciousness and sarcasm. Him saying this now was evidence of how overwhelmed he was: inhibitions swept away in the rush of reunion.

Slowly, you withdrew and laid your head against his stomach so that his cock rested on your cheek. You looked up at him adoringly, simultaneously enjoying the intensity of his arousal and giving him time to calm down.

“I love you Five.”

“I love you too, baby.” he said, voice breathy and hoarse, “Now, please god, take me to bed and treat me like that pillow.”

You smiled, rose to your feet and led him to the bed, helping him out of the pants around his ankles. Standing by his side of the bed, you kissed his lips gently, enjoying the way his dick stabbed and pressed periodically at your thighs. When you broke apart, you looked into his eyes, at his soft look with his thick eyelashes shading his eyes.

Aware of his injury, you supported him as he lay down, helping him to ease onto the mattress with the bare minimum of pain. His solid presence in your arms as he let you assist him was bliss.

Though you were being careful not to place any weight where it would hurt him, he pulled you into his arms.

“Please,” he whispered, “I want you to fuck me. Ride me. Just use me to get off. Use me like a goddamn dildo. I don’t care. I need you.”

You smirked at this.

“Who are you and what have you done with Five?”

“Please.”

More begging. You didn’t have it in you to tease him, not when you too were desperate to feel his body against yours, to feel him inside you, to mingle your sighs and your pleasure with his.

You slipped him inside you and gasped. The resumption of this perfect coupling alone told you just how much you needed it. You knew you missed it, but now he was inside you again, you realized that it made you whole. His small keen as he slid home was enough to send a fluttering shudder from your center outwards.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, leaning close to him.

He nodded, biting his lower lip and caressing your hips.

Slowly, you began to grind against him, rolling your hips with him inside you, moving on top of him just as you did the pillow. This time, it really was Five beneath you, his cock twitching inside you, hitting and charging that sweet spot inside you until it felt like you were buzzing with his electricity.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Five!”

“I-don’t-deserve you,” he panted, “So perfect. Perfect. Beautiful girl…so goddamn sexy. I love you. I-fucking- Ah!”

He always got more talkative yet less coherent the closer he got. He was watching your swinging breasts, hanging a few inches above his face. You leaned forwards immediately, keen to give him what he couldn’t take for himself a few minutes before.

He took the hint eagerly, taking your nipple into his mouth and groaning along with you at the change of angle. He suckled enthusiastically, hungrily; hand leaving your hip to rub your breast with his palm.

His groans now sent miniature, warm vibrations onto your nipple, creating a new center for charge to build upon. As it crackled down your limbs, stoking the heat in your stomach and groin, you moaned, wanting to ride him hard- ride him like a bike - but you were reluctant to let loose in case you hurt him.

Instead, you rolled your hips upon him desperately. Judging by the sudden shout from him and the ache from your pussy, this motion was to both of your liking. You were on the edge now, teetering.

“Gonna come. Gonna come.” he whispered, urgently, removing his mouth from your titty with a wet sound.

He meant this to warn you but, instead, his desperate voice gave you the final push.

As you came, your pussy clenched, squeezing him suddenly. His eyes shot open and he all-but squealed at the unexpected stimulation. His hips surged upwards, the pain from his chest eclipsed for the moment by this maddening, raging orgasm. It felt like your pussy was milking it from him, pulling his rapid shots of come up into itself.

At last, you came to a stop.

“Is the world safe?” you asked, after a warm breathless minute or two.

“Yes,” he said weakly, “the world’s all okay.”

You carefully climbed off him, laid beside him and held him. There was the fresh smell of his shampoo and antiperspirant. The smell of home if ever there was one. After a minute or two becoming heavier in your arms, he spoke again.

“Well, the world’s certainly all okay now.”

He stroked your stomach as if you were made of paper-thin glass, inclining his head towards yours as he spoke again.

"I meant what I said: you are perfect, you know."

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