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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 2 months

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Drunk! Five Hargreeves Headcanons/One-shot

He becomes super clingy and giggly

He can't walk straight and ends up just falling into you

Eyes are swarmed with an unknown emotion and a stupid smile takes over his face

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" He giggles, poking your nose with a 'bop'

His personality has taken a 180

His nails practically dig into your skin as he tries to hold onto you

Drinking is one of the things he overindulges in and you have to stop him

His hands are all over you, touching you, feeling you, holding you

He's not usually so affectionate, so it takes you by surprise

"Kiss me, please," he slurs his words, his lips puckering to kiss you, but you push him back slightly

You help him to his bedroom, as he tries to fight you, because he doesn't want to go to bed, he wants to stay up with you

You have to go with him for him to go to his room

As you go to leave, he reaches for you, "Please don't leave-"

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You roam the halls looking for Five after his brother's wedding. You had seen him throwing back drink after drink, so you were worried that he was off somewhere black-out drunk. You heard light moaning and groaning coming from a far back room and you slowly opened the door to see Five sitting in a corner. His hair was a mess along with his shirt and tie.

He looked up slightly when hearing the door open. His eyes widened when seeing you; He tries to stand up, but ends up falling over and groaning.

"God, you are so drunk."

"I... I mam nost druuunk," his voice slurs as he speaks, causing his words to intertwine with each other.

"Uhuh," You walk over to him, grabbing his hand and helping him up. He leans into you, his head falling onto your shoulder. "I'm taking you to your room."

He adamantly shakes his head, "Noooo, no. I'm not tired."

You looked up at him, his body weight now pressing down at you, since he couldn't stand on his own. Your brows frown when seeing his eyes close and you roll your eyes. "You're so drunk, you don't realize that you're falling asleep right now."

He shakes his head, not able to vocally respond. Granted, even though was denying his sleepyness, he followed you to his room.

You slowly open the door, before shutting it with your foot when you both get in. He hangs off of you as you lead him to his bed and laying him down.

"Alright, Five. Try not to die in your sleep," You turn to leave, but you're stopped by a hand; His hand. He grabbed you, tightly, and was looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

"Please... Stay. Don't leave."

"You want me to stay?" You get out, ignoring his nails digging into your wrist.

He slowly blinks, trying to process what he was going to say next. He hums, before finally responding, "Yeah.. I want you to stay."

Before you can respond though, he yanks you towards him, holding you close against him. You sighed but ultimately accepted your fate. Hopefully, sober Five wouldn't question why he was entangled with you in a cuddle. Though knowing him, he probably would adamantly deny wanting to hold you close. But as they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 4 months

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Caged In

Pairing: Yandere Five Hargreeves x (female) Reader

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

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

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You have a hopeful feeling this is going to work.

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

It doesn’t even budge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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reareaotaku · 2 months

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I Can't Lose You

Summary: After almost losing you, Five goes through extreme measures to make sure you're safe Pairings: Yandere! Five Hargreeves x Reader Tw/Cw: Protective Five, Open-ending

It all happened so fast, even for Five. If he had seen it coming, he would have gotten you out of there, but he wasn't expecting those stupid white-haired brothers to show up. When you had been shot, thankfully nowhere vital, he nearly lost it. Past Five would have killed them, but you were his priority, so he made sure to get you out of there.

"Oh, god- Fuck, are you okay?" It's not a real question, just something to bring Five some sort of comfort. He rips off sleeves, before pushing the fabric on your wound, hoping to control the blood, instead of having his hands get bloody trying.

"Five," You grab his bicep, causing him to look up at you. "I'm fine."

He frowns, letting go of the make-shift sleeve bandage he had made. He lifts up his blood-covered hands, "Fine? You're bleeding out because you were shot. What the fuck were you thinking?" He's angry and he knows he shouldn't direct it at you, but he hates the feeling of worry, guilt, and fear you made him feel.

"What was *I* thinking? What do you mean WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I didn't shoot MYSELF!"

He groans, putting his hands back on the wound. He doesn't respond to your words, frustrating you.

"Well?"

He looks up at you, his eyes down casted and a frown overtaking his face. He sighs, pushing a hand through his hair, "I was just..." He pulls his hands down his face, "Forget it- It's nothing. Don't worry about what I said."

You were a little taken aback, because if there's one thing about Five, it's that he stuck by what he said.

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You awoke in a bed, looking around the strange room. You were alone and your wound was patched up. You click your tongue, before sitting up and yawning while rubbing the side of your face. You move to the side of the bed, finally standing off, before holding the side of your stomach when a sharp pain shoots through you.

You hear the click of the door and quickly look towards it. It was Five and he had a muffin- or at least what looked like a muffin.

He looks up at you, before quickly coming over to you and making you sit back down, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Your brows scrunch as you shrug, "I was just going to walk and move a little-"

"No, just stay here. You're safe here."

You roll your eyes, before crossing your arms. Why was he being like this? He was acting like you were a porcelain doll that would break if grabbed to hard.

He ignores your pouting before handing you the muffin. "Here, I got you something to eat. And drink the water," He gestures to a water bottle that was on the nightstand, "You lost a lot of blood. You're going to have to be more careful, because I don't want to bandage you up again." He looks up at you before an annoyed look overtakes his face, "Do you know how embarrassing and hard it was to explain when they asked why you didn't have a shirt on and my hands all over you while you were unconscious?"

"What happened to them?"

"Who- The Swedes?" He tilts his head, before looking at your covered wound, "They left after you were shot. I think they think you're dead."

"Why?"

"Because they're idiots," He shakes his head like it was the most obvious answer. "Though, that's good for us. If they think you're dead, they won't come after you and you'll be safe."

"Sounds like you're telling me to stay inside to be 'safe'." You joke but by the way Five looked back up at you it wasn't a joke. You quickly stand up, "You're kidding- I'm not staying here-"

He stands up, pushing you back down on the bed, "Yes you are. You're safe here- This is were you're staying and I don't care if that upsets you."

"You can't control me!" You yell at him, which causes his face to scrunch up.

"So, you think. You're not leaving my sight or out of where I know you are."

"So you think locking me up will keep me safe?"

"Yes!"

"Why! It was one time!"

He turns away from you, holding his face in his hands. He couldn't talk to you. Not now. He was to caught up and he'd say something he'd regret.

"What are you so afraid of?"

He finally breaks and turns towards you, "Because I can't lose you! You almost died! Okay, are you happy?! Fuck," His nails dig into his scalp and he looks away from you. He rubs his temple before sighing, "I don't... know what I'd if I lost you and.... Well, for the first time in my life, I was scared."

You're surprised by his confession, especially since he never told you his feelings before.

"Oh."

"Oh? That's it?" He looks back at you surprised.

You shake your head, "I'm just surprised."

"Yeah," He sits on the edge of the bed, before fiddling with your hand, "You know, when you were bleeding out it was awful." You looked at your hands that were now intertwined, "I know I don't say it, but I do care about you and I just want you to be safe."

"Yeah, I know, but I can defend myself. There's nothing for you to be worried about."

"Yeah, I know... But I can't help it."

"Yeah, you do worry a lot, but I promise nothing bad's going to happen."

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dietmountaindewb8by · 4 months

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Chapter One

Into the Abyss

warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume

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tag list: @lv9su ; @groovydazephantom

Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.

None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.

Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.

Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone.

His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.

Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.

You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat.

The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.

Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.

I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.

Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you.

November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.

His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.

“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”

“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”

He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum.

And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.

Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.

“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”

Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”

Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.

Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.

Nothing but trouble.

“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Herb.”

Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.

You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.

“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.

Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”

“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”

Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level.

“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”

Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”

“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.

And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Naive reader wants to sit on Five's face but she's embarrased to ask him?

AO3

Warnings: yandere, (forced) age regressed reader, kidnapped reader, daddy kink, dub-con, grown-up Five

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You: *looking at his lying body on the bed*

Five: *looking at your drawing but can still see you* What is it, princess?

You: Uh! Huh?

Five: You can't take your eyes off me, do you want something?

You: Uhm... N-no!

Five: *looks at you* Oww, you're needy. I know that face and that tone.

You: ...

Five: *Sits on the bed* What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything. You can ask for... anything.

You: I-I...

Five: Sit on my lap, princess. I'll teach you that you can ask daddy anything.

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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What if Yandere Five has a girlfriend similar to Cassie from the show Euphoria , like she gets up at 4 am to do skincare and makeup and get dressed up , all for him 🤔

note: okay i know i said that i stopped writing for five but BROOOO this request altered something inside of me and i HAD to write it — made it into headcanons, hope you like it!

yandere!five x female!reader who dolls up for him headcanons.

“ it's the thought that counts. ”

okay, for starters, he loves it.

LET'S BE FOR REAL.

fine, he does not like that you take hours of your sleep time to do it— you are perfect the way you are, my love!

buuuut, he does enjoy the soft feeling of your hair against his cheek whenever he hugs you or how good you smell.

at first, he felt weird when you mentioned how your hair was a mess to brush at- FOUR FUCKING AM?????

he thought he was doing something wrong when you said you did it for him, perhaps he said something that made you do those things at such an ungodly hour even if that wasn't his intention!

he told you it was something common of him to say mean and harsh things, yes, but never to you!!!

but when you explained (reassured him) that you actually liked to do it for him made him a bit... confused.

he never thought in changing his appearance for you, well, after all, you had to love him for who he was (you like it or not.)

so at first he wasn't so accepting of it.

he would sometimes sleep at your place to avoid you from waking up and doing your 'skincare routine' (“ skincare what? ”) at three am because, babygirl, you need to sleep, you need to dream happy beautiful-

HOW ARE YOU ALREADY AWAKE??? HE TURNED OFF EVERY ALARM????

he is so dumb at this it's almost hilarious, the only thing stopping you from bursting out laughing is his serious face as he scolds you for it and how red his face gets at the thought of you not having your rightful hours of sleep.

when he realized that no matter how much he tried you still woke up and did your skincare and makeup routine as every other regular day, he accepted it.

“ at least promise me that you'll sleep more time on the weekends and that you won't overwork yourself- ”

“ okaaaaay fiveeee. ”

and then he grew to love it.

he actually likes how you find the effort in it non existent because you like to look good for him.

he also liked to brag about it to his siblings.

“ oh yeah?! well my girl just got a new peach face mask! ”

...

“ five, we're discussing who killed klaus' fish. ”

like yeah maybe don't let the idea go that far to his head.

“ mind if i leave? gotta be at my baby at 8. ”

“ for what? ”

he smiles and turns around. “ skincare. ”

he hops out viktor's apartment with a bright smile.

viktor stands for a few more seconds before frowning. “ what. ”

he is genuinely so adorable the moment you ask. him if he would like to try some of your skincare products.

although, because he is kind of an asshole (he can't help it) he would at first shake his head and say no.

but after a minute he would just say “ fine. ” while hiding the biggest smile known to mankind.

he would try to be an asshole while you take the face mask out of his package.

like hehe babeee don't put that face mask on meeeee hehehehe stawpp oh my gawdddd-

he loves to be taken care of once in a while so you bet your cute little ass that he eats the skincare treatment up.

“ lemon or orange? ”

five pouts as he thinks over, scanning the packs of facemasks in your hands while your sitting with one if your legs on each side of his body; his hands on your waist.

“ orange. ”

“ great choice! ”

his siblings make fun of him for 'growing soft' but he just shrugs and looks at you, who is showing luther one of your, many, body scents for him to get later.

“ okay, can we just leave this room? i can't stand five's orange smell. ”

“ hey! ”

anyways!!!

in conclusion, as long as you don't find it tiring or overwhelming, five would continue to support you.

he would even wake up at the same time as you just so he could see you carefully applying your makeup (even though he is just opening one eye and can barely stand up so he sits on the toilet).

it's the thought that counts tho!!!

and he loves you the same, with skincare and makeup, with nothing on your face, with acné scars or a big pimple on your nose.

he would still say you are the most beautiful and pretty girl he has ever seen.

“ you mean it? ” you ask with those doe eyes five loves with all of his stoic heart.

he smiles as he nods. “ i mean it. ”

you can just turn him into the biggest simp out there he swears.

just don't change because of him.

he loves you the same, you know that, don't you, sweetheart?

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blue-ephemeris · 3 months

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hey! Is there anything or any character that you don't write?

Um...not really I do anything but I mostly do Obey me, and Hotd characters but I write any characters tbh.

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yandere-toons · 6 months

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KLAUS HARGREEVES

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons - Yandere

WARNING: substance abuse, bloody violence, references to child abuse and neglect, self-harm and suicidal ideation, sexual references, mentions of religious concepts.

PLATONIC:

Hugs, where he snuggles up with his whole body, are his favourite way to greet the one he has so fondly dubbed his truest friend. Klaus shuts out all other communication and responsibility, preferring to laugh with them and grasp for any reason to keep the conversation going. He makes no apologies for his enthusiasm and, if only privately, ridicules those who frown on his behaviour.

A snack or nightcap that happened to be on hand serves as his excuse, but in reality, Klaus is looking for any opportunity to lean in and show how attentive he can be. Klaus will endure an inordinate amount of hostility before he recognises that it's more than a lapse of affection. Even so, he assumes the fault rests squarely on his shoulders and scrambles to be more forthright in his attempts to praise and help.

Sleep exhausts him more than life unless Klaus downs a shot of liquid courage and passes out on his friend, calling their heartbeat the best sedative. He finds comfort in entangling himself with them: then the slightest movement will alert him to a disturbance or an attempt to leave, and he won't have to wake up alone, wondering if he's hallucinated it all.

When his friend exits the room, Klaus jumps up from whatever compact position he's been sitting in and hurries after them. Even if his question about going out together fetches an unequivocal "no," Klaus reacts with joy, as if he's snagged a resounding "yes," and continues to follow at their heels until they reach their destination.

Whether it's throwing himself into the back seat of their car just before they drive off or physically clinging to them, Klaus insists on not being separated for even a minute. Anything longer than a few seconds of uninterrupted silence discomforts him, so he is eager to fill that time with stories of his bizarre visions.

If Klaus's friend lands in a scuffle, he enables them by shouting words of encouragement for them to hit the other. For Klaus to strike, the friend must either ask him to do so or catch him in a moment of extreme distress. Once the altercation is over and Klaus's friend emerges victorious, he approaches the opponent and taunts them quietly, if possible extinguishing his cigarette on their skin.

Suppose his friend loses or appears to be struggling. In that case, Klaus will call upon his brother Diego to intervene with deadly force. Klaus frames this as a personal favour between brothers, but Klaus has, at best, a tenuous intention of repaying Diego, unless what Diego asks for comes in the form of pills or powder. This becomes clear when Klaus decides not to stay for the end of the fight and leaves with his friend to pour a celebratory drink.

Being a bystander in the fight means staying behind Klaus while he holds out his arm like a seatbelt. Klaus believes he has failed to fulfil his sole purpose in life and is therefore unworthy to live, so at the first sign of danger, he will sacrifice himself for one of the few people who have not yet written him off.

Klaus enjoys swapping gossip and bad memories of questionable validity about how awful the person was. He even steals valuables from the person's house, small enough to fit in his coat pocket, and then splits the reward with his friend, distracting them with compliments and jokes in hopes that they won't confront him about the crime.

If the friend presses him hard, Klaus will hand over the stolen goods but will argue that he is thieving solely in their best interest. If you wait a day or more to ask him about it, Klaus will have the time he needs to pawn off all the stolen goods and double down on the lie that someone else is to blame.

Hearing a good song, Klaus will try to dance with his friend. Humour him or not, Klaus improvises a whole routine and "accidentally" plants his elbow in the ribs of everyone he suspects has the same dance partner in mind. He makes a point of swaying in his friend's line of sight and slides into the way each time they venture out.

Despite this, Klaus is the first to flee and invent insults against the others for smothering him. Should the people claim that Klaus is the real hanger-on, that his friend stays with him out of pity rather than necessity, he lashes out in a burst of verbal and physical rage at whoever said it last.

Acts of impulse serve as a cornerstone of his fragile attachment. In a more domestic setting, Klaus falls into their lap on the pretext that his family is hogging all the chairs. Kisses blown across the room, closer if his friend asks for such things, earn him much derision from his siblings.

No matter how much Ben gags in his ear, Klaus pays no mind to his antics and gradually isolates himself from those who challenge his view of the relationship. He has had enough of being expected to validate his every choice in his family's eyes and declares that he will never again bring his friend round the mansion. When questioned as to his motives, Klaus is unusually honest about his preference for them over his family.

Klaus jokes that, even in death, he will hold them to all the promises they made in life. He warns them not to bunk with other spirits, as he has dedicated a La-Z-Boy and a bottomless supply of pizza to them in his afterlife. One-on-one existence, where his dream could never again be taken from him, is his paradise, and the resurrection, the gasp of loneliness that comes with leaving such a world, takes more from his heart than any bullet.

As someone whom the dead haunt like a shadow, Klaus will continue to talk to his friend long after their death. Everyone else can only watch and guess at his condition as he chats with empty air about what to eat that day. Klaus is well aware that his friend is dead and that no one else can see them now, but it gives him more reason to include them in conversations with others.

This is how he soothes his grief and tells himself that despite the new barrier, he can still socialise with them and, at least for a few blissful minutes, pretend that everything is as it should be. If anyone is angry with him for this, Klaus teases them: in his eyes, they are shamelessly envious that he has such a loyal friend.

ROMANTIC:

Playdates with his abrasive family are a necessary evil, but as soon as his partner leaves, Klaus waves goodbye to his siblings and follows. He packs his nonexistent bags and sets off, unable to trust that his partner won't realise he does more harm than good and abandon him while they're apart.

Klaus fears his attachment—he worries that by revealing its burning intensity and seeking appreciation, he is inviting future rejection. Every time Klaus takes such a risk, he anticipates problems in the relationship that will exceed his abilities and expose his incompetence. Consequently, he may attempt to sever the connection before it has the chance to evolve.

Throughout Klaus's existence, fortune has conspired against him, divine intervention has been a lie, and karma has overdosed him twentyfold before granting him another fleeting sense of hope. Any individual who treats Klaus as anything more than his father's failed experiment and values him for reasons beyond his powers which he so loathes must be clueless.

However, Klaus notes, they must also be a finer person than himself, one to whom he could never measure up, and for whose sake he would mutilate himself at a moment's notice. Anyone who hurts them is beneath contempt, a bastard whom he would gladly let burn in a fire of their own making.

Klaus dreams up an intricate history of conflict and pleasure in case he has to step into the role of a jilted ex and deliver a heart-wrenching story to win that coveted second chance. He dallies in places frequented by his partner to catch them alone, spilling his deepest affections, hoping that one day, even if a thousand lifetimes from this one, they will embrace him once more.

For Klaus, eye contact with his partner means that they find him the opposite of repulsive and are open to seeing more of him, a feat he cannot even allow himself. At the slightest hint of their presence, he casts a wistful stare that, when interrupted, turns listless and dejected. It is this ingrained hesitancy to trust his own judgement that causes him to doubt his right to exist until another sees him and proves that he deserves life.

Klaus chases this meaning as he often has the bottom of a bottle, languishing in every sense of the word until he may experience it again. Perhaps a glaring difference in interests leaves him at a loss as to how to bond, such as if his partner turns out to be a grease monkey. In this scenario, Klaus resorts to conning a mechanic's shop into giving them lessons.

He deliberately injures himself, making sure that some part of his body is streaming blood, and then claims that an employee assaulted him. The act is contrived to arouse sympathy for him and punishment for another, replete with tears, dramatised accounts of every blow dealt, and threats when no one else is listening.

Klaus pretends he is too disoriented from blood loss to walk on his own and insists he must hold on to his partner when he stands. He grossly exaggerates the time and energy needed to recover, suggesting they carry him in their arms and focus all their attention on him until he "feels better."

Claiming that insensitive siblings will only aggravate his fragile state, Klaus plays up the injury and groans his way into his partner's abode. There, in the bedroom or on the couch, he finds his strength, undresses with a quickness he previously thought lost, and makes every effort to seduce.

Each day reminds Klaus how readily most people dismiss him as a useless junkie, so much so that he struggles to see the point of recovery. He considers his perceived attractiveness to be his one redeeming quality or, at the very least, the only quality that elicits positive reinforcement from others. Thus, he often sees his body as all he can offer in terms of incentive to stay with him.

When an attempt fails or, worse, is so unsuccessful that the relationship is jeopardized, Klaus rushes to propose alternative forms of intimacy: sleeping in the same bed from now on or spooning for a couple of days. In the meantime, Klaus worries inwardly that he is no longer desirable and fears for his ability to maintain his partner's interest.

That afternoon, Klaus presents them with a cocktail he swiped from Reginald's stash or a local bar, dressed in clothes he snatched from their bedroom without asking. Klaus is down to share a bottle of hard liquor, but addiction is the price he alone must pay for all his mistakes.

When his partner has similar issues, he takes the bottle and pitches all the street drugs, forcing the substance into his own veins when he needs to remove it completely from their reach. Klaus would rather bear the pain of another overdose than risk that for his partner.

Suppose the two have five dollars between them; the partner wishes to use it for a packet of cigarettes, while Klaus wants to put it towards a rice cake to split. Given the risk of disappointing them or starving, Klaus will suffer an empty stomach until he keels over. Once they look pleased, he can always shoplift the odd armful of crisps from a convenience store.

As the days turn to weeks, Klaus finds that less and less of life brings him the high he feels when he is near his partner. Nothing inspires the same happiness, and everything that used to thrill him has dulled. For Klaus, the whole of his life's worth depends on whether his ardour is reciprocated. If not, if he has devoted so much only to humiliate himself again, then the world of the living is no place for him.

Seeing how his family treats him like a ghost, Klaus trusts no one would mourn him if he vanished and never found his way back. At least, in death, he could enjoy a moment's peace and await the day when the one in whose steady hand he put forth his heart, freshly torn from his chest, would visit him.

Gone is the will to eat save for a cold waffle here and there, drinking himself into a nonstop bender that aims to drive out his heartache but instead only deadens it. Wrapped in a memento he never takes off to keep up the semblance of closeness, Klaus lingers at their final resting place so as not to miss any effort at contact.

It is not at all uncommon to find Klaus hungover, musing that perhaps if he dies in the same place, he can follow them to the other side. The more breath leaves his body, the closer their touch, telling him if he falls a little deeper, he can be with them. Whether it's a pipe dream or a drug-induced flashback, which Klaus is no longer able to tell apart, he resists coming out of it until a defibrillator or stomach pump forces him back to reality.

Each time the Maker rides to him on Her dirt road, there comes the possibility of a reunion. At his lowest, Klaus stops his heart for this exact purpose, or rather, he welcomes a moment in the hereafter with one who eases his burden of life.

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yandere five with a reader who's just as smart as him, but is still really sweet. however, she won't take any of his shit and gets past all of his shenanigans, escaping every he drags her back.

Yandere!Five x Reader

warnings: yandere behaviour, dark themes (obviously), yandere Five, kidnapping, mentions of breaking bones.

a/n: I'm sorry if that's not...what you expected? i dunno why I'm saying this, it's just every time I'm doing requests I have a feeling I didn't do it perfectly? and you probably expected more-

For a man like Number Five, having a potential competitor around is kinda a great danger. For him? Haha! Definitely not, more for you. You see, since childhood, Five has been a pretty...competitive guy. He's faster, smarter, stronger than the ones he grew up with at the Academy when he was much younger.

In fact, meeting the same person who can make Five sweat so well would be very interesting to him. If Five were younger, his reaction would be simple. He wants to be the best, as well as get his dose of praise from Reginald, will simply start spending a day to get ahead of you. He'll work out, he'll solve more math equations, he'll read every book in the house day and night, he'll do anything to say, in the end, “I'll always be better.”

Five, who survived several apocalypses, life in the Commission and other things, will be a little...calmer. Yes, he has a younger body, which means he must have strength. But. Five was tired mentally and physically. His body may allow him to do a few runs around the academy if he really wants to, but the other question is, will he compete with you? No.

I understand that you are probably a little disappointed with this answer, yes? Sorry, but Five is not 13 years old! There may be a part of him that wants to get some praise from Reggie, but for the most part, he just doesn't care. He is an old man. He's 58 years old guys, all he wants to do is drink coffee and read some newspaper while enjoying a legal retirement. Your games do not impress him, play such games with Diego or Ben from Sparrow, and please do not bother him.

And so, we approach the other side, by some miracle Five liked you so much that he now loves you, congratulations! I think some of your sarcasm plus sweet and intelligent behaviour will annoy him a little, but for the most part it will amuse him. You, compared to him, are so inexperienced and cute, you are probably trying to copy him, right? He will rather laugh at your behavior.

But if you really are really incredibly smart, then congratulations, you can even shut him up for a while. Remember how Viktor reminded him of the events of season 2?

You stand next to Five, silently looking at him, then at his older doppelgänger lying on the cold metal surface of the table. A moment, and you noticeably shift your gaze first to the younger, then to the old man, and so on several times. This obviously does not go unnoticed by Five and he, already on the verge of breakdown, turns to you.

„What?” he practically grinds his teeth, trying to keep from sounding rougher.

“Nothing,” you shrug, chuckling softly. “It’s just that if he is you, and you are the creator of the Commission, then it’s a little funny.”

He raises one eyebrow at your words and, moving away from his counterpart, now seems a little interested in your point of view.

“What the hell is funny about that? Can you try to explain yourself, missy?”

“You complained that the suitcases are not bulletproof, but it turns out that this is like your mistake?” you are still smiling. “It's not that I blame you...”

For a moment there is only awkward silence between the two of you. You look at him, he looks at you, only making this conversation more awkward now. He seemed to think about your words and the realization really hit him hard, and his face turns red, more likely from anger, and possibly embarrassment.

“You brat really think it's a good idea to say it right now-”

I think if you have yandere Number Five behind you, who, if you remember, is one of the most dangerous people in the world, then you must be pretty damn smart. You must be much smarter than him, considering the fact that you are a simple person with no abilities. It will be incredibly difficult for you to avoid problems if he wants to have you with him 24/7, since he can literally appear at any moment and move you anywhere and you won’t even have time to blink.

Dealing with a person with teleportation is a 50/50 situation where you may or may not get lucky. Your reaction should be quick and immediate, being able to analyze your situation in a stressful situation, because then the right to make a mistake is a luxury that you cannot afford.

Right now, one of your many attempts to escape from Five, and you can tell exactly how he is not happy about this fact. How many times have you already done this? Five times? Ten? Twenty?! He is tired of constantly pulling you away from leaving the house, you damn annoying him at such moments, and after each such attempt, he often has to change the doors and locks on the windows, because you, by some fucking miracle, manage to break them.

“Can you stop this for one freaking day?” he hisses angrily, wrapping one arm around your neck, pressing you closer to him.

His other hand is on top of your mouth, thereby shutting you up. Just from looking at Five's face, you can see how tired he is. Sweat runs down his forehead and his chest rises up and down incredibly fast.

There is a slight smile on your face and for a moment you froze, looking up at him.

“Oh, I'm really sorry for all the trouble I'm causing you,” you say in your real, sad voice. “And sorry about that too.”

Without giving your kidnapper time to react, you strike him hard in the side with your elbow, causing him to groan in pain and let go of you for a moment. Enough for you to be able to escape from it.

If you are smart and have abilities that can help you, then it will be a little easier for you. Because you can at least protect yourself a little if something happens. But in the end, Five is an experienced killer who has a lot of experience and a mountain of corpses behind his back, so at some point the cat and mouse games will end and you can hardly escape your fate.

“You really made me all so worked up over this little games of yous ,” he admits, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “But in the end, you can’t run away from fate, right, angel?”

“My dear, it's only a matter of time before I can get away from you again,” you chirp happily, your wrists a little sore from how tight the ropes are pressing against your skin, but your whole appearance doesn't show it.

“Then I need to try to take this opportunity away from you forever,” his hand rests on your knee, squeezing lightly. Your breath is held for a moment and you look down, your heart beats stronger in your chest and it seemed that it was about to jump out.

He won't dare to break your legs, will he?

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 4 months

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Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These

Summary: Five can't keep from dreaming about you, much to his annoyance Pairings: Five Hargreeves x Fem! Reader Tw: Yandere, Mean! Five, Fluff

Five hasn't been able to sleep lately, because his mind was consumed with thoughts of a woman he didn't like. He'd rather never sleep again than even dream of her for a second. He didn't know why she was taking up his mind; Maybe it was some kind of curse? Yes, she was doing something to him and he didn't like it. No- no, he didn't.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing with her. He groaned, gripping his hair, his nails digging into his scalp. He rubs his temple, before stretching his face and sitting up. He rubbed his jaw, his mind wandering back to the subject of his dreams; Which only caused his anger to rise.

He fell onto his bed, his arms stretched out. You were in the next room, so he could easily solve his problem, but he was much to prideful to ever even admit he had any kind of positive feelings for you.

He heard some noises outside of his door and decided to investigate. He peaked out the door to see you standing there. You sighed in relief, as you leaned on his door.

"Thank god you're awake. I can't sleep and I knew you'd probably be awake."

"And why would I want to be with you?"

"When have I ever let your asshole mood stop me from worming into your life?"

"It's one of the many things I hate about you."

"I know that's not true."

You were right, but he would never admit that. Not to himself and never to you.

"I think you just say that to keep up your 'douche-bag, I don't care, loner boy' persona. But, that's not why I came here."

"Oh? I thought you love reading people, even if you're wrong."

"Well, I came to see you, because believe it or not, I do like you."

"Why?"

"What?" You look at him, confused.

He doesn't look at you, instead opting to look at his hands, "Why do you like me?"

"Um... Well-" You let out a chuckle. "You're really smart. You act like you don't care, but I know deep down you would do anything for the people you care about... Um... what else?" Your eyes scan the ceiling before your eyes widen and you look towards him, "Oh! Sometimes you're attractive, especially covered in blood."

He finally looks at you, an unknown emotion swarming in his eyes, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smile, "But I really like you for you. You know? There's no one else I'd rather spend the end of the world with."

He smiles, but it quickly goes away, "So... What did you want?"

"Oh, right. The dreams..."

"Right." He doesn't need you to continue. Unlike his dreams that were filled with you and a happy life with you, yours were filled with destruction, blood, death; In other words the future. Your mind couldn't get off of the end of the world. "Do you want to stay in here with me? I'll watch you and wake you up if it looks like you're having nightmare."

"I don't want you to watch me sleep. I just wanted to.... I don't know."

"You don't know what you want?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I just... I wanted to be near you." You look down at your hands, before looking at him, "Because believe it or not, I really like you."

"Well, it's a good thing I really like you, too."

"I know, Five. I know."

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 11 months

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Discipline

Pairing: Yandere Five Hargreeves x (female) Reader

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

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SUMMARY: Five doesn’t like it when you show your lack of discipline but he’ll put you back in place.

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping; mentions of spanking.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“I didn’t do it! I promise!” you lie, a hint of hysteria in your voice as you try to retreat to a corner of the room, away from Five.

"How many times have I told you that you're not allowed to go into the kitchen? Is your IQ so low that you're just unable to fully comprehend those words? You could’ve gotten hurt with that broken glass, you can’t even properly hold a glass cup." he scolds you, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes. He watches the way you try to avoid him, like he’s the plague.

It annoys him more than he cares to show and honestly, it makes him furious. He’s done everything for you, he takes care of you. He fucking loves you yet you’re too dumb to understand that.

All you need is a bit of discipline. He hates doing it, but it’s necessary. Five can’t have you disobeying him all the time. What if you actually got hurt?

“Come over here. You broke the rules so now it’s time for your punishment. 15 spanks and you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.” he commands you.

You desperately shake your face, fear shadowing your features as you remain glued to the wall.

“No, no. Please, Five, I didn’t mean to do it… I won’t do it again, I swear!” you try to convince him, cowering as he starts coming closer. He lets out a frustrated exhale, his eyebrows coming together as if he’s trying to contain himself.

He probably is.

“Y/N, do not push my patience. Let’s not make this situation any worse, shall we?” his eyes pierce through you as he grabs his tie, loosening it up a bit, getting ready to provide you with the punishment.

A lonely tear escapes your eye and you sniffle, coming to terms with what's about to happen.

It probably is your fault, last time you had 50 spanks, which left you unable to sit properly for the following day so this time isn’t that bad, right?

Slowly coming forwards, you face the floor as you near Five, feeling the wrath that irradiates from him. You can only hope the spanks aren't too hard.

It makes you want to run away but you know you’ll never get away from him.

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reareaotaku · 19 days

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hiii i love ur umbrella academy work!! could u write a one shot abt yandere five and a darling who’s sick with the flu? im sick rn and need some comfort from my comfort character

Of course! [Not a fan of Adrian's actions though... Can't say I'm surprised though... It's so disappointing]

At first it was just a sore throat. You didn't think much about it. You decided to just get something to drink and move on with your day. Though, as the day progresses, it gets worse.

"What the fuck it up with you?"

You don't turn towards Five, because you knew he'd be able to detect you out in a heart beat. You hold in a cough, which causes Five to become more suspicious.

"Nothing."

His eyebrows scrunch together, before humming. He knew something was up and you knew that he knew. The problem is that Five would have never guessed you were sick. And even if he did know, he isn't capable of taking care of someone else; He can barely take care of himself. Besides, you don't trust him.

You awoke the next day with Five standing over you. You were sweaty and hot and freaked out. "What the fuck are you doing?" You manage to get out in a sore tone.

"You're running a fever. I think you're sick."

You look at him confused, before your eyes widen. He knew you were sick. You groan loudly, causing Five to frown.

"Why did you groan?"

"I didn't groan?"

He rolls his eyes but doesn't comment. He pulls out a bottle from his pocket, causing you to look at him confused.

"What's that?"

He doesn't look at you, "Medicine."

"For what?"

"You."

"I'm not sick."

He finally looks up at you, giving you a look that practically says 'I don't believe that shit.' He gives you the medicine, which you reluctantly take.

He's not good at taking care of you at all

He tries, he really does, but it's not something he ever really prepared for

It's hard for him to take care of anyone; But he wants to learn, only for you though

He probably goes to Viktor for advice, because he's the only one Five trust

So when Five does take care of you, you should really be thanking Victor

He's nicer to you than usual, which kind of sets you on edge, because why is he being so nice? You're kind of scared, but he holds himself together to make sure you know he's not faking it

It's also a way for him to prove to you that he can be a good boyfriend and he's perfect for you

Why would you need anyone when he's here? [If you even try, the person is going to disappear, so Five doesn't really have much competition]

But really, he's better at killing people than bringing them back to health

Though, if he does a good job taking care of you, he's flustered when you thank him and are even sweet to him

Maybe you should get sick more?

Because god does he love the attention

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dietmountaindewb8by · 4 months

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Into the Abyss

In which a mournful husband realizes that he truly does love his wife. A little too much, if you ask his siblings.

Prologue

Chapter One

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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”Be a good girl for me, will you? Then I’ll take care of you just as I was always meant to…for now, just sit tight, alright?”

for regretful husband five

not a request, just inspo like you asked, i hope it helps!!

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Warnings: Yandere, kidnapped reader, forced relationship, ex husband, adult Five

A/N: Thank you!

"No, I don't want to.. I hate you!" You pushed him and tried to run away but he easily grabbed you and trapped you in his arms with your back against his chest. He spoke, bringing his face closer to yours. His voice was calm. "You can't escape me. You can never, ever get away from me."

He pulled your hair, which was stuck to your tear-filled face, and just hugged you for a while, listening to your sobs. "I'm so sorry, baby. Know that I hate myself more."

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lailakotori · 1 year

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Hello!! <3, could you write a Yandere Five introducing your darling to your brothers and she is a Bimbo who is super dumb, silly and innocent so it's really easy for him to manipulate her to be with him, please 😔💖

Headcanons five meet y/n’s brother | Yan!Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Oooo…. Interesting. I can image what is gonna happen when five meet his Darling’s brother.

And sorry for taking so long and it’s not describe or too short. So sorry pls forgive me Anon🙏😭

Summary: You and five are together so long until you introduce him to your dearest brother.

TW: Swearing, Y/n is dumb, Five is yandere, y/n and five are 25 year old (body), OC brother.

You have two brothers, Odin is oldest and Marry is youngest. Both of them always love you even you dumb asf or innocent.

But didn’t mean they will accept five is y/n’s boyfriends.

Why? I will tell you the reason.

Odin was work the commission for long as hell like five but old than him(He’s 102 year old) and stuck in adult body(30 Y). Yeah… they both meet before that why he hate this mf. Marry is a seer, can saw every shit in everyone and he saw five is a killer and try to make you his only.

When you intruduce five to them, I can said that they will choke this little shit.

“Darling, Make a cup of coffee for me pls?” Five request her, y/n nodding and go to kitchen left three of them eyes contact could kill. “Fuck you, hargreeves” Odin begin “Glade to see you agian Oshit” Five answer.

The war started beginning.

Five always with you no matter where you were. Hold your hand and kiss your cheeks.

Odin try to make your eyes open to see five’s shit things. Marry suggest to broke up but you won’t listen beside you told them that five is good person and treat you well.

“If I know that mf gonna be y/n’s boyfriend, i will choke his neck” Odin said in a dark deep voice “I know right? I thought she gonna get some normal person but NO, WE GOT SOME ANOTHER OLD BULL SHIT!!!” Marry throw a rock to the mango tree, Odin pause turn his head to Marry “What did you just say? Another???” “….Oh Ah… BYE” Youngest run away “MARRY WINSTON L/N, CAME BACK NOW YOU FUCK!!!”

sometimes five will let you sleep and then try to kill her brother at night like routine.

If you kidnap by someone not your brother or boyfriend, three of them will agree to help you and try to not kill teammate.

After that, Five let you just stay in his home or your brother home. but still try to kill them while take care you.

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