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Hello! If it's okay can i request for an story. I actually got this idea from a story called "My Light", so they've been married for along time now since they were in the apocalypse and they actually have a baby but died because of the environment like not cleared air and food like that. And they start falling apart when they start working to the commission because five is always busy and the reader is like understand this but when they try to stop the apocalypse the like they really falling apart. Like when the reader try to tell him to take care of him or like try to hug him or kisshimhe'll be mad and shout at her like"your a nuisance"," why are you so clingy","stop distracting","we have priorities" like that and when they were like fighting the last guardian the reader she died ( I don't know how she died, if it's okay that you decide how she died). And like when Luther was helping Klaus to get back and he did he like in a funny way like he lean in a wall and suddenly like got to go to reader's like heaven and it's like a flower grass field like the link in the very end of this. And Luther look around and like "wow this is a very nice place" and when he's looking around he heard giggling and when he looked to the direction where the voice coming from he saw like a little cottage or a house ang got there when he got nearer he saw the reader playing with a toddler(her and fives baby) and called her and she like saw him and walked over him as she let her baby run around like she's chasing for a butterfly or something. When she like got over to Luther she told him about the baby and how she died and Luther was like told her that it's okay because he told her that Klaus will like help them to get back but she look at him like her smile faltered. And told him that she doesn't want to go back and Luther try to persuade her to and told her that five needs her like that. But she also told him that five no longer love her like she's getting teary and cried when she gave him the reason and what happend to them like when five ignored her and shout at her and others. And Luther like ask her if she's serious and she's like smile crying and she said yes.And when she notice that Luther is slowly fading because he's going back to the living she gave him a paper to give five and said like" I'm not sure if your able to take this with you back to the living but if not tell him that I love you and thank you". And the last thing Luther saw is the reader carrying her baby and waving at him. And when like ending right when they all survived and they saw Luther alive five ask where the reader is and Luther gave him a sad smile and like check the letter is still there and to his surprise gave it to him and told him that"she told to tell you that she loves you and thank you." And you know after that they all separated. And when five is reading the letter (and also can you the one write the letter I'm sorry I'm not good at it. But the content is like very sad like it says there how shes with their daughter now and she's apologies that she can't be helpful to him and she's a nuisance to him and like tells him how much she loves him even if he doesn't love her as much as back then and like have their past moments together and what could have been.) And he cried and regretted that even to the reader last moments he didn't tell her i love you( I was thinking when the reader died five didn't bother to go to her because their "running out of time" excuse").

Hi I'm sorry if it's so long and confusing it's okay if you don't I can't blame you it's so long and confusing here's the link by the way. You can choose the reader's heaven by the way.

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Til Death Do Us Part {Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader}

Summary: Five Hargreeves used to be your loving husband and a doting father. That is, until you lost your child to the apocalypse. Then over time your losses grew greater. Your husband was the first. He strayed from you and spurned your love over time, turning it to stone. Your heart hardened, but your love did not. You still felt devoted to him. Even after you saved his life in exchange for yours. Reunited with your daughter in your own paradise, you felt peaceful at long last. However, when Luther appears and asks for your help, you are faced with yet another loss: either going back with him and leaving your daughter, or staying with her and leaving your husband.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: ANGST. ANGST. ANGST. ALL THE ANGST. I actually read "My Light" the other day and gosh, I feel so honored you requested me to do this. I probably made some slight changes, which I hope you're okay with. Enjoy!

Edit: We've made 276 NOTES!!! Thank you all so much!💚

Word Count: 2385

Warnings: Major Season 3 spoilers, angst, and death.

Requested By: The lovely anon✨

Taglist: Taglist: @shadowisbored, @m4nd0l0r, @magicalxdaydream, @superbreadsoul, @2pmlover, @madlixxxx, @wifeofcamillamacaulay, @inksplattersblog, and @omgsuperstarg {Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed}

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Forever and Always, Rush, and Love Is Gone

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*Edit below is mine, please give me credit if you use it*

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Forever and always.

Those three words echoed in your mind ever since you and Five exchanged vows. Vows to support one another, cherish one another, protect one another, and above all: love one another.

Good things last for only so long, don't they?

Making a life during the apocalypse seemed nearly impossible, but you and Five made it work. Your love and determination was so strong, the two of you could do almost anything. Or you thought you could do anything.

You and Five felt an adrenaline rush when you grew pregnant with your first child. Trying to raise a baby in a wasteland with limited resources made you feel hopeless. You two knew it would be a challenge, but you would face it together and make the most of it.

After your beautiful daughter was born, your lives changed. For better and then for worse. At first, the two of you were overjoyed. Parenthood was a new adventure you couldn't wait to embark on. Your daughter had your radiant smile and Five's gorgeous eyes. She gave you both new purpose.

But she left as quickly as she came. A horrid sickness took over your precious angel when she was only a toddler. The two of you prepared yourselves as best as you could for the dreadful possibility that she wouldn't survive for as long as you two had. But still, feeling her die in your arms hit you with a pain and agony not even Five could soothe.

Your grief and mourning for her clung to you, even after the two of you buried her with the rest of Five's siblings. For a while, you and Five were there for one another. Closer than ever. You two were too terrified to lose each other.

A part of you selfishly wished the Handler came to your rescue sooner. Even though the Commission was not the ideal place of work, it was better suited for survival and you wondered if your daughter would have still been alive. The world felt so empty without her now.

But then your world started to crumble when Five threw himself into trying to stop the apocalypse and get back to his family.

Your grief and mourning prolonged when he began to pull away. At first it was small, subtle things. He wouldn't hold your hand, return your hugs, or sit close to your side. You chalked it up to grief, so you let it go.

Then his kisses left you next. His kisses were always endearing and reassuring. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. But again, you chalked it up to grief and let it go.

Then his kindness, love, and compassion departed. Instead of welcoming your touches or your presence, he'd basically shun it. You remembered him snapping at you, "Stop being clingy", "I'm working here", "You're distracting me", or the worst of them all: "You're a nuisance". You didn't chalk it up to grief and you didn't let it go.

Then Five himself basically separated from you. You hardly saw him. He was always figuring out equations or working in the field. You were alone and trapped in a loveless marriage. You wish you knew if somehow this was your fault and you began to wonder if Five would have been happier if he had never met you.

You were shocked when he took you with him back to 2019. You thought he'd forgotten about you. But, you noticed he still wore his ring, so at least he faintly recognized your marriage. Although you didn't recognize your husband. In fact, you wanted fate to take you from him so you could finally be happy and free. You honestly would have endured The Commission longer just for your sake.

Fate failed you the first time.

Your pain lasted forever. Trying to stop the first apocalypse was a failure and you found yourself dropped into 1960s Dallas, stuck with Five. And even in the new decade, trying to stop the second apocalypse, you two still remained the same. Him, emotionless. You? Undesirable.

You wanted to beg and plead Five to leave you behind. You had hope you could just start a new life here. But you didn't know how to tell him. And you didn't have time. Without so much a choice in your own matter, Five took you and his siblings to 2019.

So fate failed you the second time.

Only to be faced with fighting a Kugelblitz. You were done fighting. You were done trying to save the world. Your life was already over with the moment Five shut the door in your face and locked you out forever. You hoped and prayed you'd be the next to go when a Kugel wave hit.

When Luther and Sloane got married, you felt overjoyed for them but you felt the rest of your heart shatter upon seeing them so happy and in love. It reminded you of what you and Five used to be, yet never could be anymore.

You avoided him the entirety of the wedding. He was drunk anyways. You didn't want to hear whatever he had to say to you, if anything. You hung out alone in the corner.

When the final Kugel wave hit Obsidian, you wanted to stay behind. You nearly fought everyone, but Five grabbed you and shoved you into the passageway against your will. You had no choice and went into Oblivion.

You were angry and tired. You didn't want to be here at all. The place felt sinister and you felt unsafe. And the one person in the world who was supposed to protect you, you felt like wouldn't protect you. Not anymore.

So when you, Five, Sloane, and Ben found yourselves up against a guardian? You took your chance. Before the guardian could kill Five, you jumped in the way and felt the sword go through you. You fell to the floor, no longer bothered by the pain of your wound or the feeling of your life slowly leaving your body. You didn't even realize Five wasn't by your side, but instead he let out a pained scream and sent his axe straight into the guardian's back.

Third time's the charm. Fate finally claimed you.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a green countryside. Butterflies flitted around, birds sang in the trees, and a cozy cottage was tucked away in the trees. You heard running water from a creek nearby, along with the sound of a little girl's giggle.

When you saw your beautiful daughter chasing a butterfly, you knew you were home and in paradise. She ran to you with a happy smile and you swept her up into your loving arms. A part of you wished Five were here to see his precious angel happy and free, but you didn't want your daughter to know the man he'd become.

You were playing with your daughter when Luther suddenly appeared. You were shocked to say the least.

"Luther? What are you doing here?" you asked.

"Y/N! Where are we? Wow. This is a nice place," he looked around in awe.

You smiled softly. "This is my home. Peaceful isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. That's uh…that's great," he saw your daughter on your hip. "Is that…?"

"My daughter? Yes. The one I lost in the apocalypse," you smiled down at her, purposely leaving Five out of it.

She was looking at Luther in fascination.

"She's beautiful," he smiled and waved at the little girl.

"Thank you," you set her down. "How about you go play over there with your butterfly friends so I can talk to Uncle Luther, okay?"

The little girl waved and giggled, skipping away.

You frowned now, facing the male. "Luther, why are you here? What's wrong?"

"Klaus has the ability to get us back to the others. At Oblivion. We have to help them and stop Dad!"

"We? Who's we?"

"You, me, and Klaus. Sloane needs help and so does Five."

"No. No way. Nope," you scoffed bitterly, feeling your smile fade. "Five needs me? You can't be serious. Don't make me laugh."

"What are you talking about? He's your husband."

"Not anymore. He was. I'm dead now. Physically. And honestly, I've never felt more alive. I have my precious daughter. And she needs me. I'm not leaving her for a stranger."

Luther stared at you. "Stranger?"

"Yes. I don't know the man I married any more. Whoever that man is, he is not my husband and never will be."

"What are you talking about?"

"Once upon a time, Five was a man heavily in love with me. Once upon a time, we had a family. Then death took our baby from us," you began to feel tears well up in your eyes. You took a deep breath. "Everything fell apart after that. I didn't feel welcome anymore and his silence cut me to the core. He shut me out, yelled and shouted at me if I tried to show an ounce of affection, and he spurned my love." You were crying now, not able to keep it bottled up anymore. "That man, is not the man I married and if I knew where our future would go I would have never associated myself with him to begin with. I remember the way I used to look at him. He was my whole world. Really, truly, he was. I could never get him out of my mind. Funny how one person can go from being your whole world to just another stranger in a matter of days." You shook your head. "Losing my daughter was one thing. But losing my husband? That alone killed me. I was nothing more than a walking corpse after our marriage fell away." You turned away, wiping your eyes miserably. "He was no saint and I never came close to an angel. But, he was my escape. Yet he taught me that good things only last for so long. Fires don't burn forever. Our every touch crumbled to ashes. He's better off without me and I'm better off without him."

Luther brought you in for a gentle hug, wishing he had known so he could have knocked some sense into his brother for neglecting and hurting you this deeply. You cried into him, feeling some release. You had buried your agonizing feelings for way too long and now you felt like you could breathe better. It was all out in the open and you didn't need to fear backfire for your words. Not any more. You were free.

"Y/N?" he asked and you broke from the hug. You gasped in realization, seeing Luther was fading. Klaus must be trying to revive him.

"Luther, wait!" you pulled out a small envelope and held it out for him with a heartbreaking smile. "I'm not sure if you're able to take this with you back to the living, but, if not tell him that I love you and thank you. And tell him that our daughter is safe and sound."

"I will. I promise. Goodbye for now, Y/N. Take care," Luther returned sadly.

You smiled, going over to pick your baby up. The two of you smiled and waved to him before he fully vanished.

When Luther reunited with his siblings in the memorial garden, the first thing he did was find Five and give him the letter you wrote.

"Y/N wanted you to have this. She uh…she wanted me to tell you that she loves you and wants to thank you. Oh, also…your daughter is safe and sound. She reunited with her mother," Luther told him.

Five was already distraught enough as he grabbed the letter. His heart broke to know his family was reunited without him, but he knew you and your daughter were resting peacefully and happily together. You'd take care of her and she'd take care of you.

Fighting back tears, he gently opened the letter and began to read,

To Five,

If you're reading this, chances are I'm already gone. I don't know what I ever did to spark your anger and rejection, but I'm sorry. I feel like somehow I failed you or let you down, especially after our daughter died. I'm sorry for everything. I wish I could have done something better or different if it had made you happier or satisfied.

If you didn't want me, you could have just said so. I would have given you a kiss goodbye and walked away. If it had given you peace of mind, I would have done it. I would do anything to make you smile or feel better, because I love you. I always will, even if its unrequited. You may think differently, but, the years of blissful happiness were some of the best years of my life. Even if we were stuck in a wasteland. At least we were stuck together, holding onto one another. That is, until we kept losing touch and got lost in a rush.

I hope you're somewhere out there happy, free, and retired. Know I am safe and sound and with our daughter. Even though we went our separate ways, maybe someday our paths will cross again.

I love you even after death do us part.

Y/N

By the time Five reached the end of your letter, he could barely read it through his tears. He was overcome with grief and remorse. It was all his fault. He let his anger and bitterness take over him. His heart hardened, his walls were built up, and he sank deep into his anger. He took it out on you in the worst ways imaginable. And he lost you. He knew he lost you. He should have apologized sooner, mended your marriage, fixed what was broken. He regretted everything.

The only thing Five wanted was for you to stay one more time, stand by his side, and remind him what it was like to fall in love again. But, you rightfully turned him down and it tore him up. Your love was gone and he knew he couldn't get it back. He doomed you and now you were gone for eternity.

All because he promised you forever and always in a world where even life is temporary.

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emotionallyandphysicallydone · 3 years ago

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I need you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “Hello! Could you make a story with (Fluff-12,15,2) and (Angst- 38,32,34)? Five Hargreeves x fem! Reader, please! ❤️”

Fluff Prompts:

2. “The thought of losing you scares me.”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

15. “Because i love you god damnit!”

Angst Prompts:

32. “I’ve had enough.”

34. “i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

38. “of course i still love you. but i hate myself for it.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here!!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope this was something close to what you were wanting❤️ Guys, english is not my first language, so i so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem!Reader.

Warnings: bad word, angst, mention of smut but nothing explained, fighting, crying, irritation, but fluff too.

Resume: you and five have been fighting a lot lately, and when he appears with the smell of The Handler perfume on his shirt, it was the fuse. (But it has a happy ending, I promise).

(My God, this is too long, I'm so, so sorry, I do not know if you guys like. I’m sorry)

Nothing breaks like a heart. You heard that phrase somewhere, you didn't know where, but for some reason it was saved in your mind. You agreed, many things could be destroyed quickly and with an atrocious force, but nothing caused as much damage as a heart.

You thought your ex boyfriends had taught you that lesson. That you've had your share of broken hearts and cry at the foot of the bed long enough. Nobody got to 22 without being hurt by love, but you thought that at some point you would have learned from your mistakes and chosen a different man.

Apparently, that moment was not today.

You didn't know how you and Five got to that point. The memories of a wonderful relationship were still warm in your memory, showing that it was not so long ago that the two of you had loved each other. But things always went downhill at one time or another. And, it seems, that was one of those moments.

Five and you met when he and his brothers went to save a jewelry store that was under assault, with its employees taken hostage. And by chance, or luck, you were one of the hostages. You can't say how it happened, but the moment your eyes met, you lost and breathless, and for a second, Five too. And that's when it all started.

He had to calm you down after one of the assailants aimed the gun specifically at you, and his touch on your shoulder, after facing the man, was warm, cozy and calm. If you closed your eyes, you could still hear his voice at that moment:

“Stay calm, you're safe”

When it was over, Five showed up at his apartment door two days later, and that's when things really started.

You smile in the sobs to remember those moments, when you two flirts, the first kiss, the first sex, the first "I love you". Everything seemed so right, good. You saw Five as your gentleman in a gleaming armor, your hero. But apparently one of his mistakes was to put him in a high pedestal. Because the higher the height, the more painful is the fall.

You remembered when that did six months of dating, you took him to meet your family. You parents loved Five, you grandmother captivated for him and, once again, everything seemed right and with a bright future.

But things began to decay when you did a year. Five had never introduced you to anyone. In fact, he never touched on the subject. His life and you seemed to be two different categories that would never join, no matter how long passed. You knew that the life of a superhero was running, but not to the point of not having a break to introduce you to his environment. And whenever you wanted to talk about it, Five was vague and obtuse. But this was only the tip of the iceberg.

You two started to walk away emotionally over the months. In fact, you felt him distant, cold and much more absent. Five didn't meet you anymore often, he canceled a lot more dates with you than before, and he didn't seem to care much if you two didn't see each other for weeks.

It was as if longing, love and the desire to be together were something that did not exist in his emotions. The sex got raw and practical, and you hated it when Five started dodging whenever you asked what was going on with him. It was like trying to talk to a door, and you kept asking yourself why he had become that.

You started to get tired of the situation. You tried to talk about the elephant in the room, but the fuse was when he showed up at his apartment with a woman's perfume in the Academy uniform. You two have been fighting often, but that was one of the biggest discussions you've ever had. And if you closed your eyes, you could still hear that too:

“Are you going to act like we're okay ?!" You said, gesturing with your arms around "And that you didn't come up with the fucking woman's perfume stuck on you?"

"Do you want me to tell you in detail what happens in my life ?!"

Five was the coldest. While you were out of control, crying and brandishing with your hands, he remained rooted to the ground, with his arms crossed, his penetrating gaze glued to you, and the intonation of his cold, cutting voice. It was like that every time, and his posture was making you even more angry.

"But I want to know when I ask you!"

“It was nobody, Y / N! I have things to do, I don't have time to waste with other women! ”

"So how did that perfume get on your shirt ?!" You were tired of him dodging the central question.

"It was nobody!"

But you realized, in Five's eyes, that there was something. It might not be a betrayal, but there was something he was willing to fight you to keep it a secret, even if it hurt you. And realizing that was a blow to your heart.

“Are you going to keep lying to me ?! Are you going to keep pretending that we're okay when in fact this relationship is only going from bad to worse? And now it!”

You spoke quickly, without pauses, your breath was thin and you trembled as if you had been raining for two days. You can see in his eyes, in his irritated posture, that Five started to get frustrated with the situation and find you as exasperating as an irritating problem.

“For God's sake, Y / N!”

His tone was vigorous, as a warning that he no longer had the patience to deal with you. And that hurt you deeply.

"Five, this is ..."

“I swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

Oh he did not just tell you that.

You were silent, shocked, and your anger was so great that on that day you just raised your hands in redemption and went to your room, closing the door behind you with more force than you really intended.

A second later, you heard him teleported from the apartment, as he always did in a fight.

And then you were here. In a cafeteria in the middle of a very rainy afternoon, a week after the fight and without news from Five, having a hot coffee and trying not to cry anymore.

Were you to blame? Or was it him? The situation that was stupid, or Five that was stupid and that's it?

The problems were much bigger than the smell situation on his shirt, it only added to the problems that already existed.

Your relationship was bad, yes, you knew that, but you didn't think it was so bad that Five went after another woman. In fact, no point in a relationship justifies cheating.

So you heard:

"Y / N?"

You looked up and looked toward the voice, seeing your friend, Adam, recognize you and come to you.

You smiled, did your best to look less ... a shard. You hadn't seen him in a few weeks, it was a college vacation and you two just focused a little more on getting personal life going without the pressure of college.

A part of you was relieved to see a familiar face, you and Adam were good friends for a few years, since you entered college.

In the beginning, the fact that you two had many things in common was what brought the two together, but when he said he was gay, the bond about your two being able to talk about men and even introducing men to each other was more one connection.

“Hey! How are you?"

You were trying to be normal, trying appeared that your life was not going bee so down, but your farce was more apparent than you thought.

"...but what happened to you? " Adam said after finishing tis coffee, looking at you more closely.

You took a deep breath. Everyone always told you that you were unable to hide what you felt.

"Five again?"

Adam knew about the fights you had before classes ended, and that only compelled you to want to tell even more what had happened. But the fact is, you were tired. You had gone over it so many times in your head, it was exhausting to talk about it.

"Yeah," You admitted, running your fingers over your temple "But this time it was uglier, I don't know if we will get over it.

Your friend seemed to realize that the situation was too much for you, and did not ask for details. He had heard so many stories from you and Five, and every time you ended up crying on the shoulder of him and his friends.

“Look, Y / N” Adam addressed you sincerely “you two just seem to be doing it lately”

“We've only been doing this lately”

You were sincere, brushing your left eye with your index finger to keep a tear from falling. You were tired, that was the truth.

You tried to drink your coffee, but it came down more bitter than it actually was. The sound of rain falling outside seemed to represent your state of mind, and if you hadn't been so agitated by so many problems, you might have realized that someone was watching you, or felt it.

“I can clearly see a pattern, and I don't know if Five is responsible for that anymore” You looked at him questioningly.

"It will always be repeated" he shrugged "And you know it. How many times have you cried with us? Broken, and then you forgave Five?”

You swallowed hard, looking away from your friend, not wanting to hear the truth. Adam took your hand, squeezing it in a clear sign of support.

“You're broken and crying now, and he's done it all before, but you keep lying. Lying to yourself, that he will change for you, that he will return to what he was, or whatever you think will happen magically ”

You felt a hot, fat tear run down your cheek. You didn't want to hear the obvious.

"Still, you ask him for more" Adam looked at you with empathy, but a little pity "And you don't have to suffer anymore"

He was right, you knew, but it hurt like hell. You love Five so much. You loved more than you thought might be able to. And ending up with something so beautiful was too excruciating. The truth was that you were clinging to the memories of the relationship, and you didn't want to see that Five was going down a path that you couldn't take anymore.

The weight on your shoulders got too heavy, and you apologized to your friend for it, but you needed to go. You got up, said goodbye and went to your car. The rain didn't catch you, and when you closed the door you felt the reality suffocate you.

You were so frustrated and exhausted that you leaned your head against the steering wheel, taking a deep breath. But that's when you heard it, right in the passenger seat. That teleportation sound you tried came to hate.

For a second, you prayed it was hallucination. But when you looked to the side and saw a very angry Five staring at you, your hallucination bets went downhill.

"What the fuck, Y / N?!"

You frowned, now looking at him completely.

"You didn't expect anything to be with another man, did you?!"

Oh no. He wasn't going to do that. He wouldn't show up after a week, accusing you of things you didn't do.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

“Don't be innocent. I saw you in the cafeteria”

Jesus Christ.

"What?! He's my friend!"

"Do not come…"

“You know what, Five ?! Fuck it!” Then you exploded “I'm not going to give you satisfaction when you barely care about our fucking relationship! We've been in this hell for months and you refuse to be open with me! "

Five were silent, looking at you in disbelief. You were not given to sudden explosions.

“You came up with a fucking woman's perfume! And didn't explain anything to me! " You looked at him with tears of anger and frustration in your eyes “So you disappear for a week and now you come to accuse me and demand explanations for something you didn't tell me too?!”

"These are totally different situations, Y / N!" Five didn't let you go “I wasn't on a date with anyone!”

"It was not a date!" You said “I was there and he showed up!"

“The hell! I ... I come here to try to fix things, because I know this is your favorite coffee shop, and I’ll meet you with another one! ”

“My goodness!” You laughed, incredulous, and Five looked at you with unimaginable fury “He's gay, Five!” Then he fell silent, anger still flashing in his eyes. “And do you want satisfaction from me ?! You ?!” And you didn't stop there “Just who didn't explain to me why he was with another woman!”

“You know what?!” His voice was shaky, and you didn't know if it was anger or something else “I’ve had enough!”

Then he was gone. The blue light swallowed you and you opened your mouth in outrage.

Oh no, he wouldn't turn his back on you, not anymore! He couldn't treat you like that!

The Hargreeves mansion was close to where you were, and it didn't take more than 4 minutes for you to park in front. You slammed the car door open, outrage and anger running through your veins.

The rain got wet when you got out of the car but you didn't feel it, much less worried. You don't know what happened to you, but the second you heard Five's voice inside, you didn't hesitate to open the mansion's door instead of knocking. You saw nothing but your anger. You were so pissed off that you forgot any etiquette or manners. Fuck with them.

"Listen here, you ignorant!" You walked in, talking loudly when you saw Five heading for the stairs.

He just arrived, and the amazement with which he looked at you was a small victory for you.

You didn't notice all of his brothers in the room, paralyzed by the scene between the two of you, but to be honest, you wouldn't have cared even if you had noticed them.

“You are not going to do that!” Your voice was angry “You don't go away whenever we have a fight! You will not disappear and appear whenever you want!”

“Y / N, what the fuck are you...”

“No! Shut up!” Now you were really upset “You think you have a right to doubt me when you are the one who gives all the signs that you are cheating on me!”

“Y / N, this is not the place!” Five came to you, looking at you with a warning.

“Oh, do you care about that ?!" It was unbelievable “But not with your fucking girlfriend?!”

Five was perplexed, as were all his brothers. He had never seen you so angry in his life.

“Why do we keep this up if you don't love me anymore?!” You haven't stopped.

“Of course i still love you. but i hate myself for it! ”

So you stopped.That was a straight punch. Hard and sharp. You stepped back, livid. Something very painful settled in your chest.

Yes, nothing broke like a heart.

You had nothing more to say, there was no more to resolve. You looked at the pieces of what once was a wonderful relationship and realized that it was no longer worth it. No more.

You nodded, and when it was time to turn around and leave, you backed up at the last second: "You know what" You said, looking into Five's eyes "I'm done".

Then you turned your back on him and left, the door slamming hard behind you. A second passed without Five being able to move, unable to breathe.

“Dude” then Klaus's voice was heard “this was much more interesting than watch a movie”

“Fuck you, see if it grows!” Five cursed Klaus before teleporting away.

And the rain outside just got worse.

You two were terrible, but you two looked anesthetized. After that day, you started to thank God you were on vacation, you definitely didn't want anyone to see you in the deplorable state you were in.

You ordered pizza almost every day, watched The Bridget Jones diary more times than you could count. You also thanked for living alone, it would be terrible to go through this with your parents at home or with a roommate.

Three weeks went by, and you went for vodka with soda that night. You sat on the couch with a glass, a bottle of vodka and a can of soda drink on the coffee table and filled it to the brim with both. You needed that. You needed a moment to send that situation to hell and get over it. I needed a drink to get over it the next day. Nothing broke like a heart, but nothing that a night of drinking could not help.

You were about to turn on the TV when a knock came at your door. Frowning, you got up from the couch, going to the door with the cup still in your hand. But when you opened the door, you came across someone you were definitely not expecting.

“Hi, I'm Klaus, brother of Five”

The man was wearing a black overcoat, a little makeup on his face and messy hair.

“We didn't have a chance to get to know each other. I mean, you know me” He laughed “I met you that day you came home, I was in the living room. All of us, in fact”

Your face burned with shame, and you were jealous that ostriches managed to stick their heads in the earth. You would have done that at that moment.

“Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry” You hurried to say “It was very rude of me, I was so angry, I didn't even think about my manners and no ...”

“Relax” he laughed “That was the most interesting thing that has happened in months. I should thank you for entertaining me that way”

You laughed too, because it was the only thing you could do in that situation.

“ I came here to ask you to give my stupid brother a second chance” He continued, clasping his hands together, his cheerful tone never leaving his voice.

“Did he send you here?”

“My God, no. I actually run the risk of being killed for being here” he made a dramatic expression “ It's just that he's been a pain in the ass for the past few weeks. Cursing everyone, making margaritas, being so rude. Well, being himself, actually” he laughed again “But it had been a year since my unbearable brother was not so ... you know ... unbearable. "

You laughed again, massaging your temples with your free hand, trying to assimilate everything.

“Things are not that easy” You said “We don't have a salvation”

Klaus sighed, defeated.

“I feared that. We will be cursed forever for having a Five much more surly than normal ”

You laughed, because in fact it was true.

“But I see you're drinking” Klaus pointed at your hand and you followed the gesture with a look “Do you want company? If there's someone who understands drunkenness, it's me.”

You hesitated for a second, but it was fleeting. Klaus's energy was so warm, so intimate, that you found yourself wanting the company of a friend.

The loneliness suddenly hit you like a wave and dragged you to the sea, and you realized that you were trying to convince yourself that you needed space, to be alone. But the reality, you realized, was that you just wanted support. A good company.

“Sure, come in” So you left Klaus to enter, and when in you say “I'm Y / N, by the way, and I hope you like vodka”

"It's my favorite"

And it was from there that you realized that Klaus Hargreeves really understood drunkenness. He seemed to bring a light to his apartment that had been out for months. Everything Klaus touched, he touched your joy, and you loved it. He forbade you to turn on the TV, told you to turn on a playlist and the restless music he played seemed to lift your spirits even more. And that's when you realized that you already adored him.

Klaus made you laugh a lot, like you haven't laughed in a long time. The two of you danced in a ridiculous way, jumping to the music of the '80s and pulling your scarves out of your wardrobe to pretend you two were in costume.

And when you realized, it was already five in the morning and you were both hoarse and sweaty. You two fell on the couch, laughing, and swearing that you had to do it again. Klaus was the summer breeze you really needed. And when he left, after asking for an uber, you laughed and closed the door. You were always too strong to drink, so you were sober enough to get up, pick up the glass bottle and you can throw it in the trash.

While you cleaned up the mess, Klaus arrived at the mansion. He was a little staggering, and his eyes and breathing told him that he had been on a drunken night.

He needed a glass of water before he fell on the bed, and when he got home and went to the kitchen, supported by some furniture, he found Alisson, Luther and Five in the kitchen.

“My God, do you wake up with the cocks?” Klaus complained, going to the refrigerator.

“God, Klaus, when are you going stop drinking?" Luther shook his head, but gave Klaus a glass when he returned with the bottle filled with water.

“Everyone says never” he laughed.

But it was then, as he poured water into the glass, that Five smelled it. Your perfume.

He was always an idiot for you, and every detail of you was as deeply etched in him mind as breathing. Five would recognize the scent of your perfume from afar. And when he fixed his eyes on Klaus and saw your red scarf hanging around his neck, Five felt himself inflating.

“Where were you?” Then he teleported in front of his brother, causing him to choke on the frightened water.

“What the hell, Five!”

“Where were you?!"” Then he pulled him by the shirt, making him swear.

“With Y / N, why ?!” he replied, forcing to let go of Five hands. “ It doesn't mean that just because she left you that we can't be friends.”

The air crackled with the tension Five felt. And before he disappeared again, the mug he was using to drink coffee shattered against the wall, breaking into several pieces.

In the meantime, you were throwing away the packet of snacks that you and Klaus ate faster than a rocket. You were about to collect the two glasses from the coffee table when a sound, which you recognized very well, appeared behind you on the other side of the room.

That bastard didn't have ...

"My brother now too?"

Yes he did.

You turned around, shocked, and it took you a second to think straight.

“Five, what ...”

“Klaus came home. Drunk, but that was not the news” he approached “The news was that he had your smell and your scarf”

You blinked, stunned. It was a lot of information for your drunk brain.

“What...”

“Don't even try to deny it” Five bent down to pick up the second glass from the coffee table “I see you were not alone”

“I wasn't going to deny” You were offended "why the hell would I do that?” You took the glass from his hand and yours on the table, taking them to the kitchen. “Your brother was here, yes. In the beginning he appeared asking me to come back with you, because apparently you are making their lives hell, more than you already do, with your bad mood.” You said, turning to him after leaving the glasses in the sink “And when I said no, he asked if he could join me for a drink, and I saw no reason not to accept.”

Five rolled his eyes. Running a hand through his hair and looking at the balcony of your apartment for a second.

“For God's sake, jealous of your own brother?!”

“I’m not jealous! Its just ... you’re mine! ”

Five let go without thinking, and you pulled your head away from the shock of the sentence. How dare he….

"We broke up, Five!"

“I know!” Then, for the first time in months, his voice sounded shaky. Five didn't look at you, but you could see that he was agitated. His hands are slightly shaking, his shoulders are rigid, his gaze is far from someone who doesn't know what to do but is suffering.

You were surprised, for a second. It felt like you hadn't seen Five Hargreeves in years without that harsh armor of control and coolness. You were no longer used to seeing him like this. But you were tired of playing games. You had enough and you wasn't going to let it ruin the one night that you hadn't felt miserable in months.

"No." You said, "Five, I don't know what you're looking for coming here, but you don't have that right anymore"

"I know! Do you think I don't know that? ”

"So what are you doing here yet ?!"

“Because i love you god damnit!”

You have lost your breath, reasoning and heart beat. The air seemed thin and you couldn't take your eyes off Five, even if you wanted to.

"What…"

"I tried, Y / N!" he confessed, his voice so broken “I tried for months not to love you anymore. Because it would end up killing you. And i ...i” then came a pause, as if Five was fighting a mass in his throat “I'm involved in so much fucking mission! Something really dangerous. Not only for me, but for my whole family but... but damn, they have super powers! They can defend themselves against any shit, but you...if I brought something bad to you... ”

You wouldn't be able to say anything even if your life depended on it.

“Do you think I didn't think about that? Do you think I didn't think, every single day, what would become of me if you died? ” Then he looked at you again, and in the green eyes you saw a panic so visceral, guilt so overwhelming, that you lost your breath.

“The thought of losing you scares me.” He shook his head, sniffing very softly, but that you could hear “I thought if I walked away, if I finished, you would be better off without me. But… fuck, I'm a fucking selfish, and I could never break up with you, so… so I just…”

He made a haphazard gesture with his hand, and dropped it to his side again.

“I just let things go and ... and I hurt you about that, I know. But I never wanted to introduce you to this shit. because ... Because, Y / N, we’re so fucked up ” He laughed bitterly, bringing his hands to his face and passing over the skin for a second.

“We are a bunch of fuckers who try to be superheroes just because that is the only thing we know how to do. And it sucks. And you ... you are the light in the middle of all this shit” he confessed, now looking at you with pain, as you if something overwhelmingly beautiful, as if you were a muse “You are so sweet, pure, for all this shit. So I... I didn't want you to have contact with these things because... you're too good for all of this. And I was afraid that that all the shit that is my world took away the one thing that made me happy "

Then you felt your heart beat fast. So intense that it hurt inside my chest.

“But he took it anyway” again the bitter laugh “The smell you fell wasn't because I was cheating on you, Y / N. It was from a The Handler, an organization of trained assassins. I didn't want to tell you about it because...I didn't want you to have contact with this most rotten part of the world, and because they are dangerous people. I couldn't think of the possibility that they would want to retaliate with me and come after you. I…hurt you, I know" he admitted, and now he turned his eyes to you "But ... but I can't be happy without you, Y / N"

Now you who were filled with tears. But made no effort to contain them.

“I'm just happy with you and…I just... I love you, and I don't know if I'll ever be happy without you. Only…i need you”

But you didn't need anything else. You ran to Five and hugged you as if you had found salvation. It was like coming home after a long day. It was cozy, right...so good. In his arms, the only man you were sure you would love for the rest of your life, you found your home.

"I love you so much" You said, and when you walked away, enough to look him in the eye, you kissed him with all the longing and love you felt.

“Don't go anymore" You whispered, almost like a prayer.

"Never more"

And him kissed you with passion, despair and with the certainty that, after that night, the two of you never left each other again.

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• Five Hargreeves

This list will be updated daily. Good reading💖

🌹 > smut

✨ > fluff

🍃 > angst

All versions of you: 🍃 ✨ 🌹

Resume Request: Years on The Commission made Five Hargreeves commit horrible atrocities, massacring his humanity and robbing his chances to belong to somewhere. Somewhere stable. But all the torture they put on his soul every day, was all worth when he found in that agency the one thing he knew he would love irrevocably until the end of time: You. But all that love hadn’t been able to stop the separation when he returned to his family, when the breakup was inevitable and took the last spark of happiness from him. Forever. Surviving the end of the 1960s world, and finally accepting that a reality where the Sparrow Academy existed was better than messing up the timeline all over again, Five was prepared to find everything in that chaotic place, except the one thing that could bring him to his knees: You.

And like Ben Hargreeves, you didn’t remember any Five.

Venom : 🌹 ✨ 🍃

Resume Request: Five and the Reader have hated each other for many years and nothing has ever changed that, but since Five has been spending so much time with Laila, the Reader are is extremely jealous. She always tries to ruin every time the two meet, but after a while, Five comes to understand where this anger that is bigger than usual comes from. And as much as the Reader is proud and would rather die than admit something, Five knows put she in her place.

Felling:✨

Resume Request: Five is struggling with accepting the Reader trying to be like romantic or affectionate with him.

Baby :✨part.2 part.3

Resume Request: Are Reader afraid to tell Five that her are pregnant.

I want to do bad things with you : 🌹

Resume Request : Five want being domineering with Reader, but he asks if her really want this, because he can end up really hurting her.

You:🌹

Resume request: Reader and Five break up, and after he sees her kissing another guy in a nightclub, he’ll show her who really makes she feel good.

Attention:🌹

Resume Request: Five is focused on his equations for hours, but Reader have a plan B to distract him.

Invigorating:✨

Resume Request: Five finds that his powers are stronger near Reader.

Nobody can’t touch you :✨

Resume: Five never let anyone hurt Reader, and when The Handler kidnaps she to manipulate Five, he feels a hate he never felt in his life. (Little, really little, soft smut)

Geniuses: ✨

Resume Request: Reader are as smart as Five and he is not used to it.

I need you: 🍃✨

Resume request: Reader and five have been fighting a lot lately, and when he appears with the smell of The Handler perfume on his shirt, it was the fuse. (But it has a happy ending, I promise).

Heaven: 🌹✨

Resume Request: Five is an emotionless Assassin from the commission and does his job without remorse or mercy until he meets you. He will do anything to make you his. And will kill anyone who gets in his way between him and you.

Gold:✨

Resume Request: Five just fluff whit his wife.

Not you: 🍃✨

Resume Request: Five and You are both hit by one of Hazel and Cha-Cha’s bullets. Five wants you treated as soon as possible. after they’re fine, the siblings start to question them on Five’s protectiveness over You.

Secret 🌹

Resume Request: Five and you have to be silent because his siblings don’t know about you two.

Unbelievable:✨🌹

Resume Request: The Handler wants to you join the commission, but you is jealous/mad with the way the Handler flirts with Five.

Nobody else: ✨🌹

Resume Request: You is a super skilled fighter, and the other Hargreeves siblings can’t get over how amazing you are, but that causes Five to become a little jealous.

Be good: 🌹

Resume Request: The Reader are so cute and Five want take her so badly.

So good whit you:🌹

Sub!Five

Resume request: Reader and Five hate, but something happens to him when see her almost naked.

Distracted :🌹

Resume request: Five shows who’s really in control.

The sin you make me commit: 🌹

Resume Request: You’re Diego’s best friend, but Five desires you to much.

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50 days of learning love

Y/n L/n, a seemingly normal human somehow survived the apocalypse in 2019, but without much memory of their previous life. It has been almost five years since then and they have completely lost hope of ever living a normal life. That is, until they meet Five, who has been in the apocalypse as long as they had. Now they have to figure out how to get out of the apocalypse, using Five’s power and equations. But also, it’s a chance to learn some love from the other.

Table of contents

Part 1 (Days 1-5)

Part 2 (Days 6-10)

Part 3 (Days 11-15)

Part 4 (Days 16-20)

Part 5 (Days 21-25)

Part 6 (Days 26-30)

Part 7 (Days 31-35)

Part 8 (Days 36-40)

Part 9 (Days 41-45)

Part 10 (Days 46-50)

Extras?

A/n: If you guys have anything you’d like to see as an extra, don’t be shy to send in a request for it!

More umbrella academy: The umbrella academy masterlist

More stories: Main masterlist

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Little Freak Masterlist

*in progress

synopsis: Harry realizes just a little bit too late how much you mean to him and now you're gone.

warning: these will be under construction and added on too.

Editing: unfinished

I don't need your closure

Adoring you with Music For A Sushi Restaurant

Golden sunflowers on a satellite

Daydreaming in your cinema

False gods drinking grapejuice on cornelia street

Matlida's late night talking

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BOUND TO FALL IN LOVE !

CHAPTER ONE !

WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS.

P | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | E.

Pogo let tears slip quietly as he saw Y/n's deceased body, he knew he would still see her again in the future. He just didn't know when. He didn't know if he could trust his master's words, all the trust he had for him was all thrown out the window the moment Reginald told him about his plan.

Grace and Pogo tried their best to carry Y/n's body without being seen by her other siblings. Only stopping when they would hear the children's laughter getting close.

Reginald didn't help them, he simply wanted them to do his dirty work. Jotting down his notes about updates every so often on her appearance inside the chamber of ice. To preserve her body. This was only one of Reginald's sick experiments including his children.

The day finally came when Reginald died and Y/n would be brought back to life, as per his orders. Reginald had told the children Y/n suffered a brain aneurysm while sleeping. He had fed yet another lie to his children.

It took a heavy toll on Diego's mental health and well-being after learning about her death. His stutter came back, Grace also had problems helping Diego to stop it. Despite his other siblings trying their best to cheer him up, while also being hurt by her supposed death.

Then came along Ben's death, it nearly ripped the Umbrella Academy apart. It was when they were of legal age that they started to leave their past behind. Diego was the first one to leave, soon enough, the others followed, only leaving Luther as the last Umbrella Academy member.

They had lives of their own. Luther was sent off to the moon by his wonderful father. Diego continued being a crime fighter, a knock-off Batman. Allison went on with her booming acting career. Klaus continued to be a druggie. While Viktor became a violin player and Five was still missing.

Y/n still resided in the basement of the academy, in the container-filled ice, body dead and all. Pogo and Grace stood in front of her, a portion of the steel container had a glass pane, to look at her face.

“It is time, Grace.” Pogo gestured to the latch, Grace nodded at his words.

It was the day Sir. Reginald Hargreeves died, and also the day Y/n Hargreeves came back alive.

Grace opened the latch, revealing the girl in the school uniform, her skin untouched by anyone or anything other than ice. Pogo opened the small briefcase Reginald gave him. Doing what he was instructed. As much as he hated this idea, he had to obey his master's orders, even in death.

The syringe was filled to the brim with a purple-colored substance, a substance no one knew what consisted of. Pogo brought the tip of the needle to her neck, before fully submerging the steel in her, pushing down on the syringe handle, letting the substance flow freely in her veins.

Pogo took the syringe out once all the substance was inside her. He anxiously waited for her to awake, just like what Reginald told him.

Suddenly, her upper body shot up, hands instinctively going around her body for warmth. “Holy shit, that was the longest dream I had.” She looked around, happiness in Pogo and her mother's faces, seemingly glad to see her awake. They were only basing on Reginald's words, who knew what they would've done if the serum didn't work.

“Hello, Y/n.” Pogo's deep voice was the first thing she heard followed by Grace's enchanting one. “I've missed you dearly, Y/n.” A wide smile on her face, genuinely showing emotions a robot shouldn't have.

“What do you mean? I'm extremely confused right now. Also, what am I doing in this-” Stepping down, her legs wobbling in the process. Being dead for years and brought back to life had its downsides. “Thing.” She gestured to the container filled with ice. She had a knack for the cold but not so much that she would willingly be surrounded with ice.

“You've been dead and brought back to life, miss.”

All the things Pogo had told her blew her mind immediately. He had told her that it was her father's plan, yet he didn't know why. All he knew was that he needed to preserve her body, for her to be brought back to the day her father died. The preservation affected her body, causing her to be stuck in her teenage body.

The past moments are a blur for her, having an existential crisis wasn't the best look for her. A 29-year-old's mind is stuck inside a 16-year-old's body. She couldn't find anything to wear besides her uniform, the ones she hated to wear.

Her father's death didn't affect her at all, she couldn't care less about her abusive father. The only memory she ever had with him wasn't playing soccer or helping her solve math equations, she had memories with him that she wished she could erase permanently from her mind.

She tried to use her powers again. She was afraid the contents in the syringe had ingredients to stop her from using her powers. In the beginning, she had great difficulty blowing the wind but in the end, she mastered it. Her eyes and hair still turned white, her body still floated and the sky turned a shade of gray every time she used her powers.

One by one, the other Umbrella Academy members learned that the eccentric billionaire Reginald Hargreeves had gone to the afterlife. Luther found out while on the moon. Allison found out by one of the photographers when they shouted it out on the red carpet she was at. Diego found out while on his crime-fighting duties. Klaus found out in an ambulance, high as a kite. And Viktor found out on his way home.

They all found out in different ways, all had different reactions to it, and all had different ways that affected them.

“Viktor? You're actually here.”

“Hey, Allison.”

She could hear her sibling's voices. She contemplated on whether she would reveal herself now or wait for the other's arrivals, she opted for the latter, knowing the pure shock she would see. Besides, she wanted to wait for Diego's reaction. Pogo had informed her earlier that he was here.

Her body leaned on the second-floor railings, being careful enough to be not seen by her two siblings. She had successfully hidden from Allison, more hiding to come. She watched with a smirk on her face at Allison and Viktor's hug, the tall curly-haired girl leaning forward more for him to be comfortable with the hug, given their height difference.

Diego barged in from the living room, interrupting their moment. “Ah. What is he doing here?” Passing by them as quickly as possible. “You don't belong here. Not after what you did.” As much as she was ecstatic to see her favorite sibling, she was disappointed at his attitude toward Viktor. What did Viktor do to be hated by Diego?

“You're seriously going to do this today?” Allison turned to look at his retreating frame, going up the stairs leading to the second floor. Without his reply, Allison continued. “Way to dress for the occasion, by the way.” Referring to his knock-off Batman suit.

“At least I'm wearing black.”

As he got closer and closer to the second floor, Y/n bolted out as quietly as she could, speed walking to her bedroom. Exhaling out a tired sigh, it had been quite some time since she let her legs of use. Being dead in ice and all.

Her thoughts were cut short by a person slightly opening her bedroom door. Being fast enough, hiding in her closet, a tight fit. She could hear a pair of feet pacing, heavy footsteps, her closet door slightly ajar to peek at whoever was in her room.

“I miss you, Y/n.” A voice she knew all too well, the voice of her favorite person. Her heart ached at his tone, his voice much deeper than what she was used to, but still as familiar as before.

Hearing the springs in her bed creek, signaling that he most likely sat down on her bed. “It's dad's funeral, I wish you were here to celebrate with me.” She tried her best not to laugh out loud from his choice of words.

Diego looked out to the window, the sky a shade of gray, yet still sunny, looking as if it'll rain later on. It was the perfect weather and atmosphere for a funeral. “I always think of you when it's raining.” And with that, he let himself out of the room. It was normal for him to talk to himself in her room, imagining that he was talking to his best friend. Ever since she 'died' he had done it every day, even up to the day he left the academy.

Pogo's knuckles made contact with the wooden door, he was there to tell Y/n that all her siblings were there, deceased and missing not included. “Everyone is here, miss Y/n.” He spoke out when she opened the door.

She let out a shaky breath, nervous to say the least. It had been years since she supposedly died, it didn't help that she was still in her teenage body.

“I'm nervous, Pogo.” An anxious expression on her face as she looked at the chimpanzee's figure.

“It's alright, dear. Hold my hand.” Lending his hand out for her to hold. Although he was just a chimpanzee and a butler for them, the attachment he had to these children was no joke. A particular one was his favorite, the one trapped in ice.

Deep inside, he had waited for Reginald to be finally killed off. It was cruel for him to think of such things, but love can make anyone think of unfathomable thoughts. He had waited for her ever since she was put on ice, regularly checking up on her. He wanted to be the father figure she deserved. The father figure everyone in the academy deserved.

Hand in hand, they quietly made their way toward the living room. Her nerves were all over the place, and her breathing pattern was not stable as she got a glimpse of her siblings, Pogo noticed. “Breathe in, breathe out.” He reminded her of the technique they used when she had panic attacks.

Breathing in and breathing out, nodding at Pogo's reminder. She readied herself to make a grand entrance, going up to behind the couch quickly. Stopped whatever argument Diego and Luther were having at the moment as they saw their once-dead sister.

“Klaus, you are not making this shit up. Right?” Diego's surprised face made her giggle, a giggle everyone would die to hear again. Klaus, Viktor, and Allison turned to where he was referring to. There she was, their beloved sister, standing before them, looking like a giddy school girl despite the occasion.

Their mouths are agape as she twirled around in her uniform, Pogo watching from a distance. “I'm sorry I'm not dressed for the occasion, this was the only thing in my closet.” That was the only thing she said before being engulfed by the bone-crushing hug Diego gave her. He had waited for so long for a moment like this to happen, he was overwhelmed by the fact that she was standing right in front of him.

She could see tears welling up in his eyes, still not believing what he was seeing. Much like his other siblings who were watching the scene unfold. “H-how?” He stuttered, asking for all of them.

Y/n pulled away from Diego's embrace, going to the middle of the room, in front of the coffee table. She gestured for Pogo to come to join her, to help her tell them what their father did to her.

Seconds, minutes, and an hour passed by, consisting of Pogo and Y/n telling them how sick and twisted their father really was. What they all didn't know, it wasn't even the mere surface of how he truly was. He had done horrible things, this wasn't near the top of the list.

A blue light emerges from the outside that causes them to halt whatever they were doing at that moment, the wind blasted in erratic patterns, and everyone knew that it wasn't Y/n controlling it. They all gathered in front of the blue portal-like appearance, still not knowing what it was and why it was here.

“What is it?” Viktor questioned, needing to scream to be heard from all the noise the wind was making.

Allison pulled Luther away from getting too close to the portal. “Don't get too close!”

“Yeah, no shit.” Diego replied.

“Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.” Luther tried to explain at the best of his capacity.

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.” Y/n opened her mouth to reply but was quickly interrupted by Klaus carrying a fire extinguisher.

“Out of the way!” Attempted to spray at the portal before giving up and throwing the fire extinguisher itself inside. Not knowing where it would lead.

Everyone's faces contorted into confusion at their brother's actions. “What is that gonna do?” Y/n questions from her place behind Diego.

“I don't know. Do you have a better idea? Why won't you just calm down the wind for a sec?” Turning to face her, serious with his point.

“I'll try to!” She stepped back a few steps, letting herself go, her eyes and hair turned white while her body floated. They all watched her, it had been a while ever since they'd seen her in action.

The wind calmed down a notch and the others turned their attention back to the blue unknown. Her body fell from exhaustion, being held up by Viktor just in time as they heard electricity cackling. This wasn't something that included the weather, it was far worse.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Luther extends his arms out to shield everyone from whatever that was.

“Everybody get behind me!” Using his big frame to his advantage.

“Yeah, get behind us.”

“I vote for running, c'mon!” Y/n would laugh at Klaus if it weren't for the portal in front of them.

Suddenly, they could see an old man turning into a young boy in the portal. Not just any young boy, the boy.

The boy who went missing for 16 years. The boy went missing because he was stubborn enough for him to prove a point to his father. The boy who was arrogant at times. The boy looked much like Y/n, both in their teenage bodies.

The Hargreeves household stared at the boy in disbelief. How many bizarre things could happen in a day? First, their sister was dead for years, only to find out that she was trapped in ice just below their feet and was brought back to life by a butler chimpanzee. Second, their missing brother of 16 years comes back from an unknown portal. All in the span of a few hours.

Therefore the blue portal faded out, and the boy now stood up on both of his feet, wearing a too-large gray suit. His features looked as if he hadn't stepped foot over the age of 13.

“Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?” Klaus questioned.

“I would say you were high but I sure as hell see him.” Y/n answers.

They watched him look down to see his body. “Shit."

“What's the date? The exact date.” Y/n opted to sit that question out. She wasn't exactly the best at being up to date.

“The 24th.”

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.” He says, not once looking back up at his siblings as he made himself a sandwich, similar to what Viktor made for him every day ever since his disappearance.

The others quietly watched Five make his sandwich. “So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” Luther asks, being the only person courageous enough to question Five.

“Are we gonna talk about Y/n in her teenage body?” His eyes met hers. She looked as if she had never aged as if it was the day he had disappeared, but only a few years older, yet youth was still evident.

They all shrugged in response to his answerable question but the answer was too long. “Long story,” Diego grumbled from beside Y/n, still fuming with anger toward his father who lied straight to his face about his sister's death.

An idea popped in Klaus' dull mind. “What if you two-” pointing at Y/n and Five, “-stick together? You're both children with adult-like minds!” They exclaim, seemingly proud of their idea, but only being ignored by their siblings and turning their attention to Five.

Y/n could see the frown that resided on Klaus' face, from being ignored. She pats his shoulder in reassurance as if saying that she was there for him, Klaus smiling in response, grateful for her small act of kindness. Y/n swore to herself ever since she was brought back alive, that she would fix her relationship with the people around her. A second chance at life, and she was using it for the greater good.

“It's been 17 years.” Luther stood up from his chair. Everyone's posture straightened up at the tension that was currently in the kitchen air. Five was now faced to face in front of the much larger man. “It's been a lot longer than that.” Before blinking away, going behind Luther to get what he had to get.

“I haven't missed that.” A grumble from Luther. Everyone had always hated that when Five would annoy someone, he would blink away.

“Where'd you go?” Diego asks from beside Y/n, still shaken up by the fact that his father lied to their faces for a decade straight about Y/n's death.

“The future. It's shit, by the way.” A bag of marshmallows in hand as he blinked his way back toward where he originally resided.

“Called it!” Klaus exclaims from their seat, earning a light chuckle from Y/n, behind him.

“I should've listened to the old man.” Opening the refrigerator door to take the peanut butter. “You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of a dice.”

He looked back up to look at Klaus' attire. “Nice dress.” To which Klaus responded with, “Oh, well, danke!”

“Wait, how did you get back?” Viktor asks for everyone in the room.

Five was a gifted child, one of Reginald's favorites when it came to knowledge. It baffled the old man's mind as to how could he understand something far beyond his age. Sure, there was no denying that Five was stubborn and arrogant, but he sure as hell had a brain of a genius. Given the fact that he was young.

“In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” The kitchen got quiet, confusion evident on their faces, just like how Five had predicted.

“Of course, he had to use big words.” Y/n mumbled, only being heard by Klaus as she laid her chin on the top of their head full of brown hair, earning a wide smile from Klaus. They loved attention, no matter who was it for. Being the sibling that didn't get that much attention from their parents really did take a toll on them.

“That makes no sense.” Diego commented.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Not looking at Diego, continuing to make his beloved sandwich. His remark causes Diego to stand up quickly, ready to fight Five before being stopped by Luther's strong arm. “How long were you there?” He asks in a heartbeat, ignoring Diego.

“Forty-five years. Give or take.” Diego and Luther sat back down, feeling a bit regretful from their actions earlier toward Five. All their faces fell from his words. He had the most experience out of all of them.

“So what are you saying? You're 58?”

“No, my consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now 13 again. Much like hers.” Tilting his head toward Y/n, referring to her young appearance, finally finished with his sandwich.

She sat up at the mention of her, “Dad froze me in ice when I was 16, I'm older than you.” Pausing as she looked into her words more. “Well, looks-wise. Y'know what I mean.” Looking around the room to see their reactions to what she had to say. His thick eyebrows furrowed at her words, he was still not informed as to why she looked like that. In the future, where he was, he didn't see her body.

“Wait, how does that even work?” Viktor asks for everyone yet again.

“Dolores kept saying the equations were off. Eh.” Taking a bite out of his marshmallow-peanut butter sandwich. “Bet she's laughing now.” Dolores? Someone special to Five?

“Dolores?” Y/n was now the one asking for everybody, laying her chin back on Klaus' head. To which Five ignored Y/n, he wasn't fond of her anyway.

“Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How'd you know about that?” Luther genuinely asks, earning a confused look from Y/n.

“What part of the future do you not understand?”

A gloomy aura surrounded the Academy, the rain pouring down on Ben's statue, the ground wet from all the rainwater and the leaves drenched. It was the perfect weather for a funeral. Y/n didn't even have to control it, magically doing it on its own. The Umbrella Academy members piled out one by one, their shoes stepping on the different colored leaves.

They all piled out with their umbrellas, Diego and Luther being the only ones who settled on being drenched in the rainwater while Klaus had his small pink umbrella. Their thoughts were interrupted by their mother, Grace. “Did something happen?” A wide grin on her face.

“Dad died. Remember?” Allison replied.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Her once joyful expression was now replaced by a sorrowful one.

“Is mom okay?” Allison asks, to no one in particular.

Diego being a mother's boy, was quick to defend her. “Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.”

Pogo stepped forward, Luther had his father's ashes in his arms. Being Number One, he felt obligated to spread his father's ashes. He opened the urn, tilting it down to let the remains fall. The ashes fell anticlimactically, and a sad thud of the last ones was heard before silence laid among them once more. Klaus' face physically grimacing at it.

“Probably would have been better with some wind.” His whole upper body turned toward Y/n.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that.” Raising her hand in an apologetic manner. Klaus quietly stifling a laugh from underneath their pink umbrella.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” Pogo looked over at everyone, and they all went quiet, he then decided to speak as anyone didn't volunteer. “Very well.”

“In all regards, Sir. Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master... and my friend, and I shall miss him very much.”

Diego could see how much this day had affected Y/n. It wasn't his death nor his relationship with her, it was the trauma she still held inside. The trauma she never had the chance to resolve. Sometimes, she could still taste the metallic flavor of her blood, reminding her that it shall never go away no matter how hard she would try.

The only memories she had was of the countless nights her father would spend beating her to a pulp for the most ridiculous things. Her thoughts were cut short after Pogo continued. “He leaves behind a complicated legacy-” being cut off by Diego's voice.

“He was a monster.” Earned a laugh from Klaus while Y/n silently agreed. “He was a bad person and a worse father.” He was speaking for not only himself but for his siblings, there was a reason why Diego was the first one to leave the Academy. Fed up with his father's lies, fed up with his father's mistreatment toward them.

“The world's better off without him.”

“Diego.” Allison warned him.

“My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had mom do it.”

With the mention of her name, Grace lightened up. “Would anyone like something to eat?”

“No, it's okay, mom.” Viktor replied. “Oh, okay.”

The rain poured out more, guided by Y/n's emotions, and Five took notice of that. The others are unaware. “Look, you wanna pay your respects?”

“Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.” Something that Diego had said to trigger Luther. Five looked up to the sky, a dark shade of gray with lightning accompanying it. He looked over to Y/n, oblivious to her emotions and oblivious to the weather. Her hair was now white along with her eyes, she still hasn't floated, a sign that her emotions powered the weather.

“You should stop talking now.” The large man warned the shorter one.

“You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One.” Both of them were unaware of the dark sky, the rain pouring heavier than earlier, or the fact that their sister that could control the weather was upset.

“I am warning you.”

“After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away.”

“Diego, stop talking.” Luther warned him once more.

“That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!” Pointing his finger onto Luther's chest before the larger man started throwing his punches. The others stepped back, not wanting to be a part of their fight, Viktor pulled Grace away while Y/n stood still, watching the both of them throw punches at each other.

Five glanced over her, for once in his life, he was concerned for Y/n. He had never seen her in such a state, not anyone seeing her in that state. Pogo's warnings were tuned out the two men's ears, too engrossed in dodging at each other's attacks.

Luther was much stronger than Diego, there was no denying that. But Diego was much faster. He dodged Luther's punches more. Viktor tried his best, trying to reason with them while Klaus had the time of their life and egged them on more.

Pogo was the first one to leave, seeing as no one could stop the two from their aggressive fighting. Five was the second one to leave, taking one more look at Y/n before heading inside.

As Luther was throwing a punch, Diego dodged in the middle of it, causing Luther to take a blow on Ben's statue. Knocking the head off it clean off. “And there goes Ben's statue.”

Y/n dropped her umbrella, purple electricity crackling in both hands, its voltage small enough to stun a person out. She let her body float up in the air, gliding her way toward the middle of the two men, in front of the wrecked statue. They all watched her in silence, waiting for her to do anything.

“I'm incredibly upset.” Her once (h/c) hair flowed freely in a graceful way as she looked down at Ben's beheaded statue. Letting the electricity out, stunning the two tired men before leaving them outside in the rain. Her hair and eyes going back to their designated colors.

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