This imagine contains spoilers for season 2. It is part 1 of a two part imagine. Check out more of my writing : here. Enjoy!
This was it, you and your siblings had prevented the second apocalypse. And now it seemed that the fate of the world rested on whether or not Vanya could get through to a young boy to whom she accidentally transferred some of her power.
This already challenging task was not made any easier by the fact that the handler decided to declare a full out war against the entirety of the umbrella academy. The seven of you were so outnumbered that you honestly didn’t stand a chance. You just had to buy Vanya as much time as possible.
You used your powers to shield your siblings as they made their way to safety. Your powers allowed you to heal and shield others, but not yourself. It was incredibly draining to hold up multiple shields and you haven’t had a lot of practice in recent years. That being said, you managed through.
You then saw Vanya levitating ready to use her powers. She used her force to take out all of the soldiers, leaving only Lila and the Handler who somehow managed to create their own force field. You watched in surprise as Lila also began to levitate, you barely had time to react before she blasted you all with a force like Vanya’s. You managed to dampen it as it hit your siblings, making each of their landings as soft as possible.
You saw Lila head towards the house and ran after her. You watched as she threw Luther through the wall and ran to his aid as he landed in the snow. You healed him ignoring the light-headedness you were beginning to feel. Lila was now fighting Allison and you were about to go try to help her when Luther stopped you.
“Five is in there under the bricks. Go help him, I’ll help Allison,” Luther said.
You rushed inside and started to pull bricks off of him until he was mostly freed. You then put your hands on his chest and began to heal his injuries one by one. He shot forward and shook off the remaining bricks.
“Y/n, your nose,” he said and you reached up to wipe away the blood you hadn’t previously noticed.
“I’ll be fine, I just need a minute,” you tried to smile reassuringly, “go help the others,”
With that five blipped out to try to find the Handler and stop this once and for all.
“Y/n,” you heard Luther yell with desperation in his voice.
You force yourself off of the ground and out to where he is holding Allison.
“Lila rumored her, she can’t breathe you have to-” Luther started.
“Oh no you don’t,” Lila said before grabbing you and blipping you away and throwing you hard against the ground.’
“Why are you doing this?” you ask before feebly making your way to your feet.
“Because I want you and all of your siblings dead,” she replied before pulling out a knife and stabbing you before pulling it out, “and you were getting in my way,” she whispered as you sank to your knees. She then blipped back to the barn. It was time to avenge the death of her parents once and for all.
“Y/n! Klaus! Luther! Help!” you heard Diego yell. But as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t seem to move. The world around you was fading in and out. That was at least until you heard another voice, this time much closer.
“Holy Shit! Y/n! Can you hear me? Hey just stay with me?” Klaus said as he slid down and started putting pressure on your wound. The force cause pain to shoot through you and you shrieked trying to push away from it. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be fine. The others are going to come and we are going to get you out of here. You just have to stay awake, okay?”
Little did the two of you know that as you were laying there fighting for your life, the others were closing in on Lila. They were trying to tell her the truth about the Handler. And just as she agreed, the Handler came in and shot everyone seconds before the last Swede shot her. Five summoned all of his strength to go back in time just a few seconds to prevent all of this from happening.
And this time it worked. The siblings were all left standing, the Swede shot the Handler before leaving. Lila darted towards the handler’s case, mouthing, “I’m sorry,” to Diego before vanishing. Then they all refocused their attention on Harlan and Vanya, who was taking her power back from him. Once the noise and chaos were over they all let out a breath that they didn’t even know they were holding. It was with this newfound quiet that for the first time that they heard Klaus yelling for them.
Five blipped to his brother’s aid immediately and was shocked to see the scene in front of him. Hesitating for only a moment before grabbing you and blipping you in the house. The others quickly raced in as five was blipping around frantically trying to find the tools he needed. You would need a transfusion, and to be stitched up, but maybe he could cauterize the wound and get you back to 2019 in time. Who was he kidding, you didn’t have time.
He found the lighter, alcohol, needle, and thread. And was trying to prepare himself mentally as the rest of your siblings come barging in. They are all freaking out, which is not helping.
“Everyone Shut Up! She is going to die if you don’t get a grip. Now then, Luther and Diego hold her down. Allison and Vanya see if you can find any type of painkillers or sedatives, anything,” he said taking his tie off.
“What about me?” Klaus asked.
“You, start making me coffee,” Five said as he crammed his tie in your mouth and whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry.”
He took a deep breath before glancing to make sure both of your brothers were in place before preceding to pour the alcohol in and around the wound. Your muffled screams pained your siblings, but they couldn’t stop. Five then took the lighter and fought through tears as he started to stop the bleeding. He was an assassin who had done unspeakable things, but he had never had to do anything that pained him this much. He was slightly relieved as your body went slack meaning the pain had finally taken over and you were unconscious.
“Someone check her pulse,” he ordered as he dipped the needle into the alcohol. He then stitched up your wound and stepped back taking a deep breath. He did a visual check for any other overly apparent injuries before taking the coffee that Klaus had made and dumping the rest of the alcohol in it and starting to chug it.
“How did you learn to do that?” Luther asked in astonishment.
“What part of assassin does your ape brain not understand?”
“Is she going to be okay?” Diego asked.
“I don’t know,” Five said softly.
“She has to be, we can’t lose anyone else,” Klaus spoke.
“You guys should take her upstairs and put her in one of the beds,” Five spoke.
This is my first Umbrella Academy imagine. This is definitely a part 1, I just haven’t decided whether tp make it a mini-series or a full blown series yet. I hope you enjoy, you can find my updated master-list here.
Being one of the Hargreeves kids was no easy task. It meant constant training and missions along with the impossible standards. But you never complained, instead, you decided from an early age that you were going to do your best to be there for your siblings. Your powers were empath/healing. For people you don’t know, you have to maintain a physical connection with them to read/impose emotions. But for those you knew, you could read them just by looking at them. Sometimes, you could feel the distress without looking at them, it just really depended. So far, in comparison to the others, this power proved useless in missions so you were only ever called in after. Your dad had said that you just needed to unlock more of your potential and that you weren’t trying enough. But you were, you really were trying as hard as you could. You just wanted to be with the others.
Over the years you got used to it. You would sneak around at night and check in on your siblings, taking away any soreness they had from training and making sure they never had to face any nightmares. It wasn’t much, but it was better than doing nothing. None of them were ever any the wiser as you would purposefully slip in and out without waking them.
This went well until one night when you realized Klaus was not in his room. It wasn’t long before you felt it. He was scared, terrified. You went to Pogo and asked where your father had taken # 4. Pogo was hesitant to tell you, so you took his hand and projected just an instant of what Klaus was feeling. Pogo then explained everything.
You were extremely careful as you snuck out of the mansion. You felt so much anger towards your dad for putting Klaus through this. But that anger was overshadowed by your concern for your brother.
When you finally made it down to the cemetery, it wasn’t hard to find the tomb that Klaus was locked in. You struggled to open it and slipped inside.
“Klaus,” you said softly trying not to freak him out anymore.
But it was like he couldn’t hear you, not over all of the voices.
“Klaus,” you tried again, moving closer towards him.
When you didn’t receive a response you decided that there was only one way to get through to him. You gently reached out and held his hands in yours. Then you lived his nightmare with him slowly taking it away and replacing it with happy thoughts. Tears were running down your face as you felt to loneliness and fear.
“Y/n?” Klaus’ smaller than normal voice brought you out of your thoughts.
You wiped your tears and faked a smile towards your brother, “Yes Klaus?”
“Thank you,”
“Anytime,” you replied pulling him into a hug.
“Can we get out of here?”
“No, because dad would know and lash out”
“I-I can’t stay here alone, they’ll come back,”
“I’m going to stay here with you until morning. You aren’t alone,” you reassured.
The two of you talked for a while before you told him to try his best to get some rest. Which was an easy task once you used your powers on him. Everything was going fine until the exertion of using your powers earlier started to take over and you also fell asleep.
You woke up being ripped off the ground and away from Klaus.
“Number 8, this is simply unacceptable. I am so disappointed that you feel the need to continually disrupt your siblings’ training. I think it is time to take a more direct approach with you,” your dad spoke.
“Please dad don’t she was just trying to help,” Klaus pleaded.
“As for you number four, I think we will just be forced to extend your stay here.”
“Please, don’t, he doesn’t deserve this.”
But nothing either of you said would ever make a difference. Not to him. So you decided to do something you never would have thought to do before. You grabbed his arm and forced on him the emotions of his kids. The nightmares, the doubts, the fear, the isolation. Before you could continue you felt a small pinch in your neck and everything went black.
When you woke up, you were locked in a small room, with annoyingly white walls. The floor and ceiling were also white, your clothes were white. The only thing of color was an empty IV connected to your arm, which was odd, but you didn’t really care. Nothing mattered, not really, not anymore. You just felt empty and alone.
You were in that cell for 5 days and then you were allowed to return to your room which had been cleared of everything that you had once cherished. Grace came in to give you a vitamin explaining that it was supposed to help you. You swallowed it and laid down on your bed starring up at the ceiling.
Over the next few days, you refused to eat. You didn’t see a point in any of it. You didn’t feel anything. Klaus returned and locked himself in his room wishing that he could forget the last week of his life. But now that the voices were activated, they wouldn’t go away and he was too distraught to even consider learning how to control them.
Your siblings were told that you and Klaus went on a mission, one that did not go well. Reginald told them that neither of you were to be bothered. This naturally had the opposite effect.
Five was the first one who managed to see you. He blipped into your room and was shocked to see how bare it was, except the plate of uneaten food. You were just sitting on your bed staring at the wall.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked.
But you didn’t even seem to register he was there. To say he was worried about you was an understatement. You were always the one that…well that didn’t matter. The point was that something was wrong and he needed to help you. He reached out for your arm, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Oh. Hello, number five. I didn’t see you come in,” you said in a straight voice.
“Isn’t that an understatement,” he mumbled to himself, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright, how are you?” you said in a voice almost unrecognizable.
“Like you don’t already know,” he shot back trying to lighten the mood.
“I don’t, or I wouldn’t have asked,”
“What do you mean you don’t know? What happened to the empath powers?”
“I don’t have powers anymore,” you stated with indifference.
“Oh my god, Y/n I’m so sorry,” he said pulling you into a stiff hug. Your dad had said the mission went bad, but geez.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you feel bad? I don’t feel anything, so why should you,”
“Listen- I don’t know what happened on your mission with Klaus, but we will figure it out, I promise.”
“What mission?”
Five was going to ask you what you meant, but before he could he heard someone coming and was forced to blip out of your room.
The most important thing you will ever need to know: Luther loves youwith all of his damn heart. And he’s got a big heart. He has waited and wanted his whole life to be loved and you are the answer to his prayers.
He hasn’t had the easiest life. You’ll come to know that, Luther telling you about the traumas he has suffered and the pain he still feels (he’ll feel it for a long, long time but you have a way of making it better). But through it all, he has had this feeling of fluttering, whispering hope in his heart. It’s been there through it all, the little voice that whispers for him to keep going because one day, it will all get better.
One day he will be loved. One day things will be okay.
For a long time, he looked for love and happiness and even just “okay” in the wrong places, chasing down things he couldn’t have and shouldn’t want. But in time, he will learn to get go and when he does…he’ll discover that everything he’s wanted has found him.
Because one day, he met you.
Your first meeting is…awkward. Really awkward and terrifying. Luther steps in to stop a bank robbery and you’re caught in the middle of it all. Guns are firing off, bullets are flying, and Luther is knocking down knuckleheads one by one. He’s taking as much of the gunfire as he can, knowing that he can take it and the civilians can’t.
And then he sees you.
With the robbers distracted by the hulking, terrifying superhero in front of them, you’d had the presence of mind to start sneaking the other hostages through a shattered side door. And you were so focused on the frightened and trembling little kids that you didn’t realize you’d been spotted, a masked man pointing his gun at your back. Luther moved with surprising speed, pulling you into his protective embrace and hunching over you as bullets sprayed helplessly across his back. He expected you to be crying or screaming…but you weren’t.
“Stay down!”
Instead you were looking up at him with those pretty eyes and Luther felt like the world was fading away, gunfire and screaming silencing. There was only the beat of his heart and those beautiful, wonderous eyes…
And after that, he can’t stop thinking about you. For the longest time, he can’t figure it out..what is it about you? Why can’t he stop thinking about you? At first, he thinks that it might be just because of that brief moment he held you (the boy is touch starved beyond belief) or because you’re so pretty…but it’s not that.
It’s something else, isn’t it?
After saving you, Luther had made sure you’d gotten out of the building safely with the other hostages but he’d missed getting your name. In the aftermath, he had looked for you but had been unable to spot your face in the crowd of frightened and excited onlookers. And now he’s laying awake at night and thinking all about someone he doesn’t know a damn thing about. But, oh, he’d like too! From the first meeting, Luther felt certain that you were someone special.
Someone that he would really like to know…if only he could find you again.
One day he’d learn that somewhere in the city, you were awake too, thinking about the beautiful man who had saved your life.
And your heart was fluttering (just like his) and your mind was on fire (thinking a million thoughts and asking a million and more questions) and you were hoping against hope that you would see him again one day.
A/N:this was supposed to be part of a set for the Hargreeves brothers (a little something about first kisses and it will be coming soon to a Tumblr near you) but Five’s turned out to be a little longer then expected…so he gets his own! For anyone wondering what caused the apocalypse in THIS timeline, it was once again the Umbrellas…but it was Y/N appearing suddenly thanks to Five’s powers that caused it to become messed up/looped.
In “Little Things” I wrote a bit about Five’s lost love, the one he’s been looking for…well, he finally found you.
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral reader/no pronouns used).
Song: Waiting by Norah Jones.
“Hush now, watch the stars fall into a fire wall. I am waiting here, waiting for you to come home. Sinking embers glow, melting icy snow. And I am waiting here, waiting for you to come home.”
It had been so long and Five had missed you so, so much. Years ago, in a moment of teenage foolishness, he’d made a mistake:
He had run away with you.
It was so typical, wasn’t it? Young lovers breaking all of the rules together! Oh, they can’t tell us what to do, not anymore! He didn’t know what he was doing or where he was going, not back then, and he didn’t care…all he had wanted was you. But rather race off into the distant sunset as a red roadster sped down some desolate desert road or swallow poison together to die in one another’s embrace, the two of you had a more dramatic ending:
A/N: just a little something sweet for Diego…please give this boy some love and comfort, he needs it so much. Also, the book mentioned in this one is Watership Down by Richard Adams.
Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral reader/no pronouns used).
The apartment was quiet, the way it always was when he was gone.
Your relationship with Diego was certainly…hectic, to say the least. Danger surrounded him and his family at all times, bullets flying and dead bodies dropping wherever they seemed to be. Such brutality would have frightened most people far, far away but you had been drawn into Diego, falling so deeply in love with him…so you stayed. You chose to chase after love.
And despite the danger, you never once regretted the choice.
Thorns and Roses // The Umbrella Academy Reaction.
Reaction: How would Sparrow! Ben react to meeting the window and baby of Umbrella! Ben? She’s one of the 43 with earth powers, controlling plants and the earth itself.
A/N: I’m so excited for the Sparrows. I wanted to write for the Sparrows (and especially for Ben) but I’m not sure who he really is yet…so this ends on a cliffhanger, to be continued once I know more of him.
Pairing: Ban Hargreeves x Reader (female reader).
Flower Meanings: red rose for passion; white and red roses together for undying love.
Your life had always been a difficult one.
From your very birth (in the middle of the Appalachian Trail while your mother was on a camping trip), you had been faced with danger.
Your mother had often regaled you with the dramatic tale of giving birth alone in the middle of the wild, forced to hike with her screaming newborn until help could be found. A bear, she would often claim, had followed you for miles and as she rested in the hospital, some old bastard had offered to buy you.
“I knew right then that you’re life would be unlike any other.”
A/N: just something sweet for Luther…that dude needs a lot of love and a nice, long break from this shit (and some therapy too, they all need so much therapy).
Pairing: Luther Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral reader/no pronouns used).
Song: Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and the Shondells.
Luther was always the first to wake up.
It had been a habit of his ever since he was just a kid, always the first to arise in the early morning hours. Most days he would lay in bed a little bit longer, watching the sun rise over the sleeping city before he forced himself out of bed.
A/N: My first writing for The Umbrella Academy! I wanted to do something cute and sweet…so here are the little ways they would express their love for you…I want to write one for the Sparrows but I should probably wait until the new season begins.
Pairing: Luther Hargreeves x Reader; Klaus Hargreeves x Reader; Viktor Hargreeves x Reader; Allison Hargreeves x Reader; Diego Hargreeves x Reader; Number Five x Reader/ Ben Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral reader/no pronouns used).
Luther knows how you take your tea. He noticed it the first time you stayed the night, arising in the early hours and sneaking into the kitchen together.
The others are (thankfully) still asleep, allowing the morning to unfold without the typical drama and danger. It’s just you and him. Leaning against the counter, Luther watches as you fill the light blue mugs (one with a little chip) mugs, steam dancing in the sunlight. You’re laughing softly at something Luther had said (he doesn’t even remember anymore, too lost in the beauty of your smile and the sound of your laughter) and he’s watching your hands.
Playing with the string of the teabag, picking up the spoon, stirring in sugar or honey or whatever you might like. He studies the gentle movement, just loving every second. And from then on, he never forgets how you take your tea.
Luther buys the types of tea that you like, keeping it in the back of a cabinet.
Beside it are two light blue mugs, one chipped and both waiting to be used. They are your mugs and no one else is allowed to touch them, lest they be tossed into the stratosphere. He knows the way you take your tea, he loves your little hands (they are his favorite part of you), and mornings like this are his favorite thing in the world. Quiet. Calm. He’s happy, he’s in love, and he wants for nothing except for you.
Luther expresses love by caring for you…even if it’s something as small as making you a cup of tea.
Klaus has a box of keepsakes. To anyone else, it’s just a shoebox full of random junk but to Klaus it is a love story. Every so often, he’ll pick something up to remember some special moment the two of you had shared.
A wrinkled napkin (taken from the diner where you’d met, your number still staining the off-white paper), a pressed rose (you gave it to him one night just because he loved roses), notebook paper covered in scribbled song titles (songs you liked or ones that reminded him of you), a shimmery black rock (from a midnight walk in the park).
They are reminders.
When he ishurting,when his heart is breaking and he’s lonely, Klaus opens the box and reminds himself that he is loved.
It’s there, that love, in all of the little thing’s he has collected over time. The rubber bracelet from a concert (it was your favorite band and, admittedly, he stole those tickets), the little love notes scribbled on scraps of paper (just because you wanted to remind him how much you adore him), a Skittles wrapper (you leave him candy on his pillow after you’ve spent the night), a torn butterfly wing (found in the garden and pressed in a glass locket you gave him), a broken ring (a cheap little thing that got tangled in his hair one night as you were making out).
Whenever Klaus is at his darkest, you bring him back into the light.
And these pieces of you are just that, little stars reminding him of the beauty and the wonder that exists within his heart.
You are his light, his love.
Viktor has a playlist simply titled “Y/N”. It’s a mess of music from different genres, nothing seemingly fitting together.
Some are songs you like.
Of course you bonded over music, an entire shelf of CDs lining his walls and boxes of vinyl records (he has a record player and everything, dancing with you to the oldies and the classics) in his apartment. Viktor wanted to know the music you liked and the music you hated, the song you were listening to over and over right now, all of it.
Some are songs that remind him of you.
The song that played in the coffee shop where you’d met or on the radio as you drove far, far away and left it all behind. Your first date (that same coffee shop, spending all night in a corner table talking), your first kiss (lingering in the doorway and wanting to make a move but being too scared…so you did it for him), the first time you saw him play (in the park at night, playing music beneath the moon and stars) and though he was beautiful.
He’s mesmerized every verse, finding little bits of you hidden within. And your favorite songs, he can play them all and will do so happily.
Music is a language to him.
It is art, it’s beauty, it’s hoping and hurting…and it’s love. The playlist, the lyrics, the songs he plays for you, it’s all ways of Viktor confessing his love for you over and over again. You are the music in his mind, playing ever on and one.
Allison buys you a bracelet. Actually, she buys two, one for you and a matching one for her. It’s a set from a high-end shop, handmade and beautiful. She bought them once for your one year anniversary, wanting so much to give you something special.
A silver band, the outside in smooth and plain.
But within the bracelet it a message engraved into metal. Allison wrote it on a piece of paper and the jeweler recreated it, her perfect handwriting engraved into silver.
A. H. + Y. N. Forever.
It’s the promise you’ve always made to one another, ever since the first night you kissed and confessed your love. All of her life had seemed so unstable, never knowing what was going to happen or what she was going to lose. And Allison had lost so, so much. But you aren’t going anywhere, not now and not ever.
“Do you love me?”
“Will you come?”
“Will you stay?”
And you answer it every time in the same way.
“Forever.”
You love Allison, you’ll find her no matter where she goes, and you’ll be by her side forever and over. And that one word brings her so, so much comfort.
Diego texts you first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He’s not always the most romantic guys but he does love you. Oh, he loves you so fucking much!
You are his first thought in the morning and the last before he falls asleep.
In the early morning, sunlight spills over the bedsheets. Diego is alone, the bed seeming so empty without you there…it’s a crappy apartment that he calls home, too small and too lonely, but he likes it better with you there. But you’re not here and he just misses you so much. Finding his phone tangled in the blankets, Diego smiles at his lockscreen (you smiling and him with his arms wrapped around you)
“Thinking of you, baby. Take care of yourself today.”
Most nights you spend with him, but it can’t always happen…at least not right now. So when you have to sleep in separate beds, Diego wants you to fall asleep knowing that he is thinking of you and loving you.
“Missing you so much. I love you, baby.”
Closing his eyes, Diego is exhausted and sleep comes quickly. He’ll be dreaming of you, at least until he can hold you in his arms once again.
Five keeps a note in his pocket. It’s a scrap of notebook paper, soft and yellowed with age. If you were to unfold it, you would see a single line of neat handwriting.
Y/N Hargreeves.
It could be your name, one day, and he could be yours. Maybe he’d have a name too. Maybe the tow of you could run away and be happy somewhere. He’d written in years ago, before he had vanished. In a silly moment of first love, he’d written it down in a notebook and imagined the what ifs…then he heard Luther and Diego clambering up the sitars and panicked, ripping it out of the notebook and hiding it away. Five never threw it away, folding it neatly and keeping it for himself.
It was still in his pocket when you vanished together, both disappearing into different timelines.
Every so often, Five would take out the note and let the dreams come back to him, silly fantasies pulling him through the nightmares.
He would find you again.
Whenever or whenever you were out there, Five was going to find you again. He would bring you home. And he was going to make all of those silly, sweet dreams come true. There was no power in the universe that could stop him.
Ben leaves you little things. Just random things that he hides around the place so you can find them from time to time.
Much like Luthor, caring for you is Ben’s way of expressing his love.
He’ll leave your favorite candy in your coat pocket or a little note to cheer you up. Sometimes you’ll find a wrapped present hidden somewhere in the house. He’ll ask you to grab a towel from the linen closet or hint that you should look in the cupboard…and you’ll find something there, a book you’ve been wanting or a teddy bear, anything really.
“Do you like it?”
Ben loves to spoil you, gift giving being a love language of his.
And when you gush over it, kissing his face sweetly, he cannot help but feel so, so happy…all Ben wants you is for you to be happy and to be his. And he’s always thinking of a way to make you smile, basking in the happiness of loving you.
The last gift he ever left for you was a love letter.
You found it a month after his death, hidden in a coat pocket. The familiar spiderweb handwriting is scrawled on light gray paper, a few scribbles between the his message. He loves you so much. You’re beautiful, perfect, his dream come true…and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. And as you clutch the letter to your heart and sob, there’s nothing Ben can do to take care of you.
requested: Heya! I absolutely LOVE your writing (probably as much as I love Five, which is a lot!) and I was wondering if I could send you a quick request? If you have the time (and if you’re interested), could you write about Dunk!Five confessing his feelings/telling the Reader he loves them for the first time? Thank you so much!!
(@fandom-feline) Could you do one where Five is hella drunk and has no filter? He just goes on about the apocalypse and how touch starved he is and the reader is like “ok cuddles then” and then Five, with slurred speech is like “no I need my dignity”
a/n: god i love drunk!five what a mesS (also fuckin finally it took me way too long to get this up)
“I’ve got an idea!” Klaus exclaimed, his words slurring together slightly like crashing waves as he raised a bottle of whiskey in celebration of his ‘miracle’ thought.
Giggling childishly, you leant against Five on the sofa, your head falling onto his shoulder as the world began to spin slightly, a headache blossoming at the back of your skull. “What’s your fabulous idea, Klaus?”
Stumbling towards you both, Klaus collapsed on the sofa between Five and you, separating you from his warm touch. You whined quietly at the loss of contact like a touch-starved puppy, and Five sighed in annoyance at his erratic brother. Wrapping his arms around the both of you, his hand patting your shoulder, Klaus whispered excitedly, “Let’s play hide and seek! Come on, come on - I’ll count to twenty.”
“Like when we were kids?”
“Yes, but no cheating! You can’t use your stupid jumpy things to win this one, you little psychopath.” Shoving you off the sofa, Klaus whooped, “Go!!!”
As you groaned at the idea, Five grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs, awkwardly managing to spatial jump half of the way. In his liquor haze, Five forgot he was supposed to be articulate and mature, not a boy who was enthralled at the idea of playing hide and seek. You couldn’t help but smile at his childish excitement, allowing him to pull you both into a closet on the first floor, explaining, “We can hide here.”
Unable to stop laughing at his serious expression, you lost your remaining self-control and became slightly hysterical as the liquor in your system continued to invade your sobriety. A hand slapped over your mouth in an attempt to quiet your laughter, startling you.
“Hey!” Your voice was muffled by Five’s hand, as he pressed a finger against his own lips, shushing you. A few moments of silence passed, and you began to realise how close you were standing to Five; his chest was pressed against yours with your noses almost touching. You couldn’t move anywhere; there was no room to move at all, especially not backwards. Heat spread up your cheeks at the proximity as Five’s hand slowly dropped from its place over your lips. His eyes bore into yours: sea green and wiped free of the past; untainted by painful memories.
His fingertips slid down your face in awe, beginning to softly trace the outline of your lips. The alcohol he had consumed that night was still coursing through his veins, blurring any of his remaining inhibitions. You released a breath you hadn’t known you were holding as he whispered, “Your lips are really soft.”
His eyes stayed trained on your face as he began to move closer to you, murmuring, “And I think I - you’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen in my entire life.” Leaning up on your tiptoes instinctively, Five cupped your cheek, tilting your head upward towards his. Before you could press your lips to his in a long-awaited kiss, a bright light illuminated the cupboard, and you squinted your eyes in response to the shock.
“Ha! Found you. I win,” Klaus crowed, unaware of the events occurring between Five and you. “Now I’m gonna hide and you have to find me.”
“Sure, Klaus,” Five smiled happily as he left the cupboard, grabbing your hand behind his back. As Klaus ran off excitedly down the corridor, Five led you in the opposite direction, laughing to himself.
“Where are we going?” you grinned, racing to keep up with his fast pace.
“Don’t worry, he’ll hide somewhere and fall asleep. We’re gonna go find some more alcohol.” He almost sang the last noun as he stumbled along, opening the door to his room and leaving you standing there as he spatial jumped. You shook your head at him, breathlessly collapsing on his bed. What had just happened? Damn that boy.
When he returned, he shook two big bottles of liquor in his hands, smirking wickedly as the liquid sloshed against the glass. You both downed more of the stinging poison, and time began to blur together.
Hours later, you were still listening to Five babble on about the apocalypse and how lonely it made him as he sloppily danced around his room. It seemed that alcohol dissolved any filter Five maintained while sober, allowing him to experience the freedom of childhood that he had never truly had. Grabbing your hands, he lifted you from where you sat and you squealed at the force he pulled you with.
“If I tell you something, can you keep it a secret?” He giggled childishly, imitating a shushing sound. You nodded at him to continue. “I think…that I might be in lov-” he hiccuped, “in love with you.”
At his words, your mind ricocheted back to sober reality as you blinked in surprise. “W-what?”
“But don’t tell Y/n, because she can’t know.” Five collapsed on to the pillows on his bed, opening his arms for you to join him.
“Okay, Five. I won’t tell her. I promise.”
He began babbling again. “After the apocalypse and everything…I just…I like being held, you know? It makes me feel s-safe and warm,” he slurred. Smiling at his confession, you moved closer to him. “Like I’m in a nice microwave…”
You couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. “Cuddles, then?”
“No,” Five groaned, pulling you into his arms despite his protests. “I need my dignity.”
Snuggling into his chest as his arms tightened around you, you mumbled, “You can still hug me and keep your stupid dignity, you know?”
Lightly pressing a kiss to your forehead, his eyes slid shut as his head fell back onto his pillow. A few moments later, a soft snore came from above you, and you looked up to find Five passed out. Even sleeping, he looked beautiful, as if he was handcrafted by angels.
“I think I might be in love with you too, Hargreeves. Even if you can only admit it while drunk.”
