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[inkspiredwriting]

Hi! I just wanna say your writing is AMAZING!! I love the way you write as your storytelling is so powerful, it really immerses me in the world. And the way you write Five is phenomenal. His stories are so cute and so emotional to read each time, it tugs at my heartstrings. Especially seeing him as a husband and/or father, it just clicks, you know? You are so talented, thank you for sharing your words with us!

Hey

thank you for your kind words. I know I repeat myself a lot but reading something like this means so much to me.

I know that there are people who like my stories, but not the stories with Maddie and Milo, because they simply don't see Five as a father.

And I think that's totally okay. I think it's nice when people tell me that they like Maddie and Milo, and that they generally like Five as a father.

Thank you for your message and thank you for liking my stories, that really means a lot to me. Without people reading my stories, I wouldn't have a reason to write at all.

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The Fainting Incident

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/n can't stand the sight of blood, which leads to a funny situation.

Warnings: none

It was a peaceful Saturday morning in the Hargreeves household. Y/n was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, humming softly to herself, while Five was engrossed in one of his many intricate projects at the dining table. Their children, Maddie and Milo, were still fast asleep, the house enjoying a rare moment of calm.

Y/n smiled as she flipped a pancake, the aroma filling the kitchen. She loved these moments, the simple domesticity of it all. Five glanced up from his work, momentarily distracted by the delightful smell.

"Smells good, love," he said, a rare, genuine smile gracing his features.

"Thanks," Y/n replied, beaming back at him. "Pancakes should be ready in a few minutes."

Just as she was about to pour another dollop of batter onto the griddle, she heard a small, sharp hiss. Turning around, she saw Five examining his finger, a drop of blood oozing from a fresh cut.

"Oh my God, Five! Are you okay?" she exclaimed, rushing over.

"It's just a small cut, nothing to worry about," Five assured her, but his words were cut off by Y/n's sudden paling complexion. Her eyes fixated on the blood, and before Five could react, she swayed and collapsed in a faint.

"Y/n!" Five shouted, jumping up from his chair.

At that exact moment, Diego walked into the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He stopped short, taking in the scene: Y/n sprawled on the floor, Five kneeling beside her with a mildly bleeding finger.

"What the hell happened?" Diego asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Y/n fainted," Five said, looking exasperated. "She can't handle the sight of blood."

Diego smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Does your wife often faint at the sight of you?"

Five rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Diego. Help me get her to the couch."

With Diego's help, they carefully lifted Y/n and carried her to the living room couch. Five gently placed a cushion under her head and sat by her side, waiting for her to wake up. Diego leaned against the doorway, still amused by the whole situation.

After a few moments, Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times, her vision clearing to see Five's concerned face hovering over her.

"Hey there," Five said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/n managed a weak smile, trying to make light of the situation. "You see, darling, you make me weak."

Five couldn't help but laugh, his earlier worry dissipating. "You scared me for a second there," he said, still chuckling. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Y/n reassured him, sitting up slowly. "I just... really can't stand the sight of blood."

Diego, who had been quietly observing, snorted. "That's an understatement."

Y/n glanced at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Alright, alright, it's a bit more than just 'not liking it.'"

Five wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "It's okay. I'll just make sure to keep my blood to myself from now on."

"Please do," Y/n said, resting her head on his shoulder. "And maybe next time, just use a band-aid without showing me."

"Deal," Five agreed, kissing the top of her head.

Diego shook his head, grinning. "You two are something else. I'm going to finish my coffee. Try not to faint again, Y/n."

As Diego left the room, Five and Y/n stayed on the couch, enjoying the quiet moment.

"You know," Y/n said, looking up at him, "despite all the chaos, I wouldn't trade this life for anything."

"Neither would I," Five replied, his eyes softening as he gazed at her. "Even with the fainting and all."

Y/n chuckled, feeling grateful for her husband and their quirky, loving life together. "Good to know."

The rest of the day passed without further incident, filled with laughter, family, and the comforting knowledge that no matter what happened, they had each other, fainting and all.

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Hi there! I am really enjoying your five hargreeves work. And I was wondering if you could write something where Maddie and her friends are staying at her place and there is a whole gossip section happening and they talk about their crushes and somehow reader is involved in it and is giving advice to the girls especially Maddie on how to flirt with their crush and five is.....um......u know disapproving of this. Just a lot of fluff.

Thank you and have a great day ahead!

Hey

God, I'm so sorry I'm only answering you now.

The idea made me smile, and I'd love to write a one-shot about it. I really hope you can wait a little longer; I want it to be good, so it'll take a little time.

I hope you don't mind that my answer took a little longer

[inkspiredwriting]

Little Ballerina

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Summary: Allison has tickets for the ballet, Five is not interested, but a ballerina changes his mind.

A/N: This was a request, so i hope you like it.

Warnings: none

It was a Thursday evening when Allison proudly announced at dinner that she had something special planned for the entire Umbrella Academy family.

“Ballet,” she said, with a bright, excited smile. “I got us all tickets to Giselle. It’s supposed to be breathtaking.”

Klaus immediately cheered. “Yes! Drama, heartbreak, dramatic leaps in tights—I am in!”

Luther nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds great. Haven’t been to the ballet since… ever.”

Diego groaned. “Do we have to?”

Allison shot him a look. “It’s family bonding, Diego.”

Everyone turned toward Five, who was already shaking his head.

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not spending two and a half hours watching people leap around in tutus. I’d rather be waterboarded with lukewarm coffee.”

Allison narrowed her eyes and leaned in with a dangerous smile. “I heard a rumor...”

Five glared. “You wouldn’t.”

She raised her brows.

“I hate you,” he muttered.

“Love you too. See you Saturday. Don’t be late.”

—

The night of the ballet, Five sulked the entire ride to the theater, dressed in his signature black suit—not because he wanted to look nice, but because it was the only formal thing he owned. The family found their seats in a grand velvet-lined box, and Five immediately slouched into his chair, arms crossed.

“This is gonna be torture,” he muttered to Viktor, who just smiled politely.

Then the lights dimmed. The orchestra began.

Five sighed audibly.

And then… she appeared.

She glided across the stage with the grace of falling snow, her every movement precise, poised, and utterly mesmerizing. Dressed in soft white, the ballerina seemed to float instead of move. Five leaned forward in his seat, brows furrowed—not in irritation, but something else.

“Who is that?” he whispered.

Allison, sitting beside him, smiled knowingly. “That’s Y/n. She’s the lead ballerina. And a friend of mine.”

Five didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed on her as if time had slowed. He watched the way she turned, leaped, and told an entire story without speaking a single word. There was something hauntingly beautiful in her performance—an emotional vulnerability that cut straight through him.

When the final curtain fell and the theater erupted into applause, Five was one of the first to stand. He clapped—awkwardly, like a man not used to expressing appreciation. Allison stared at him, amused.

“Still wish you’d stayed home?” she asked.

“Shut up,” Five muttered.

—

Backstage, Allison pulled some strings and led her siblings through the maze of corridors. Five stayed back at first, suddenly unsure why he was even tagging along. It wasn’t like he cared… right?

Then Y/n came around the corner, her hair pulled back in a loose bun, her stage makeup just barely faded, her smile soft and tired.

“Allison!” she greeted.

They hugged tightly. “Y/n, you were amazing.”

“Thank you. My legs feel like jelly.”

“Let me introduce you to some people.” Allison turned to her siblings, listing names, but when she got to Five, she paused. “And this is Five. My time-traveling, perpetually grumpy brother.”

Y/n laughed. “The Five?”

He blinked. “People know me?”

“Allison talks about you all the time.”

“Only the bad stuff, I hope.”

Y/n smiled. “Mostly.”

Five stared at her. “You were… incredible.”

Her smile widened a little. “Thank you.”

There was a beat of silence, something electric hanging between them. Five cleared his throat.

“I mean, I didn’t want to come. Ballet isn’t really my thing. But you… you made it worth it.”

Y/n tilted her head slightly. “That might be the most awkward compliment I’ve ever received.”

“I’m awkward,” Five said with a shrug. “It’s part of the package.”

Allison cut in, trying not to grin. “Y/n, he’s single.”

Y/n laughed. “I can see why.”

Five shot her a look. “I’m leaving now.”

“No you’re not,” Allison said sweetly, grabbing his sleeve. “Because i gave her your number.”

Five looked like he might teleport out of sheer embarrassment. But then Y/n reached out and gently touched his arm.

“Hey,” she said softly, “if you’d like to see another performance sometime... let me know.”

Five paused, stunned for a moment. Then—just barely—he smiled. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

—

That night, as they drove home, the family couldn’t stop teasing him.

“Do we have to start calling you ‘Romeo’ now?” Klaus asked, fanning himself with a playbill.

“You blushed,” Diego added. “You. You don’t blush.”

Five stared out the window, hiding a rare smile. “Shut up. All of you.”

From the backseat, Allison leaned over and whispered, “You’re welcome.”

[inkspiredwriting]

I think it's very rude that people would immediately jump to the assumption of AI but if you want some help I can offer advice.

It's about the presentation, the fact you add the warnings is great but adding a synopsis/summary can make it feel less AI-ish, even if it's a one sentence worth of a summary. If what you're writing is a request you can add a screenshot of the ask at the top of the post to show that there IS engagement from other people on your blog. I can't tell on the platform that I'm using so you might already be doing this; use the 'read more' option if the post you're writing starts to become long.

I hope this didn't feel invasive, I can understand how hurtful it can be to be told that you didn't actually make something that you put effort into knowing full well you did.

Hey

Thank you, that's a really good advice. This isn't invasive at all, quite the opposite I find it really helpful.

[inkspiredwriting]

Broke the rules

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the sprawling grounds of the Umbrella Academy. Thirteen-year-old Five Hargreeves crept silently through the shadows, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Tonight was another night he would see Y/n, the girl who had captured his heart.

It had all started a few months ago during a rescue mission. Five and his siblings had been dispatched to save a group of hostages from a dangerous situation. Among them was Y/n, a brave and resourceful girl who had caught Five's eye immediately. Despite the chaos and danger, there had been an instant connection between them.

After the mission, Five couldn't get Y/n out of his mind. He had to see her again. So, he began to smuggle her into the Academy every evening. They would spend hours together, talking and laughing, sharing their hopes and dreams. It was the one bright spot in Five's otherwise regimented and controlled life.

Tonight was no different. Five made his way to the hidden entrance he had discovered weeks ago, his mind filled with anticipation. As he approached, he saw Y/n waiting for him, her eyes lighting up when she spotted him.

"Five!" she whispered excitedly, throwing her arms around him.

"Y/n," he replied, hugging her tightly. "I missed you."

They sneaked into the Academy, careful to avoid the surveillance cameras and the ever-watchful eyes of Sir Reginald Hargreeves. They made their way to Five's room, where they could finally relax and be themselves.

"I brought you something," Y/n said, pulling a small, wrapped package from her bag. "It's a book I thought you'd like."

Five's eyes widened with delight as he unwrapped the gift. "Thank you, Y/n. This means a lot to me."

They spent the evening reading and talking, the hours slipping away unnoticed. But unbeknownst to them, Sir Reginald had grown suspicious of Five's nightly disappearances. He had been monitoring the house closely, and tonight, he decided to investigate.

As Five and Y/n laughed softly over a shared joke, the door to Five's room suddenly burst open. Sir Reginald stood in the doorway, his expression stern and disapproving.

"Number Five," he said coldly, his gaze shifting to Y/n. "Who is this, and what is she doing in my house?"

Five jumped to his feet, his heart racing. "Sir, I can explain—"

"There's no need for explanations," Sir Reginald interrupted, his tone icy. "You have broken the rules, Number Five. You know the consequences."

Y/n looked between Five and Sir Reginald, fear and confusion in her eyes. "Five, what's happening?"

Five took Y/n's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "It's going to be okay, Y/n. I'll handle this."

But Sir Reginald was not in a forgiving mood. "You will never invite anyone to this house again, Number Five. Do you understand? This is not a place for outsiders."

"But she—"

"Do you understand?" Sir Reginald repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Five's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yes, Sir."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears as she realized what this meant. "Five, I—"

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Five said, his voice choked with emotion. "I wish things were different."

Sir Reginald stepped aside, allowing Y/n to leave. She gave Five one last, longing look before she turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.

Five stood in the doorway, watching her go, his heart breaking. He knew he had to obey Sir Reginald's orders, but that didn't make it any easier. As the door closed, he felt a sense of loss he had never experienced before.

From that night on, Five was never the same. He buried himself in his training, determined to become stronger, to protect those he cared about until the day he finally had enough. The memory of Y/n lingered, a reminder of the young love he had found and lost, and the cost of living under Sir Reginald Hargreeves' iron rule.

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Capable of terrible things

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: This was a request from @theteethofthemouth I've rewritten the story so many times, but now I think it's good. I hope you forgive me for letting Ben and Sloane live. And I'm sorry that five uses an axe again, but it's just sooo iconic and cool.

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Brutal deaths, Angst

The fight between the Umbrella Academy and the Sparrows had reached a fever pitch.

Blows were exchanged in blurs of sound and light, powers clashing and roaring against each other within the crumbling walls of what used to be the Umbrella Academy—now claimed by the Sparrows in this strange alternate timeline.

Five moved like a shadow among them, teleporting to land swift strikes, dodging attacks with impossible precision. His only focus—keep Y/n safe.

Y/n, who had somehow been dragged into this mess, was staying close to the wall, trying to avoid the worst of the chaos. She wasn't helpless, not by a long shot, but this wasn't her fight. It was never supposed to be.

Then Marcus caught sight of her. Maybe he thought taking her out would give the Sparrows an edge. Maybe he just saw red in the heat of battle.

It happened in an instant. A flash of movement—Marcus’s fist slammed brutally into Y/n’s side, sending her flying across the room. She hit the marble floor with a sickening thud, her body going still.

Five heard the sound before he saw it. He turned—and the world snapped into shards around him.

The noise of the battle faded into a high-pitched ringing in his ears. His breath caught, chest seizing in panic. For a heartbeat, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Then rage took over.

Five vanished from sight, the force of his power rattling the very air.

He appeared behind Marcus. The blade of a heavy decorative axe, ripped from the wall, gleamed wickedly in his hand.

The first swing buried itself in Marcus’s spine, the second in his head.

Before the body even hit the floor, Five teleported again, appearing behind Alphonso, and with another brutal arc of the axe, ended him too.

Again. And again.

Blood sprayed the walls like paint. The Sparrows didn’t stand a chance. Five wasn’t fighting like a trained assassin. He was fighting like a man possessed—like a husband who had just seen his entire world torn from him.

Fei’s crows shrieked and scattered as she and her two severed arms fell, her eyes wide in terror. Jayme managed a strangled gasp before the axe severed her head from the rest of her body.

Even Christopher, the telekinetic cube, was not spared—Five’s rage pulsing through the air until the cube shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

In the end, only Sloane and Ben remained, frozen in place, too terrified to even blink. Sloane raised her hands. Ben just stared, pale and wide-eyed.

The living room fell into silence.

Bodies—broken and bloodied—lay scattered like ragdolls across the once-pristine floors. Blood pooled in sticky, gleaming puddles around them.

Five stood among the wreckage, covered in blood, the axe dripping crimson at his side. His chest heaved with every breath, every heartbeat thundering in his ears.

And then—

A sound so soft it barely cut through the haze of fury in his mind.

"Five...?"

He spun around, his entire body jerking like he'd been shot.

Y/n stirred weakly, groaning, blinking up at him with dazed, pain-glazed eyes.

"Y/n," he choked out, dropping the axe with a heavy clang and stumbling toward her.

He dropped to his knees, gathering her into his arms as gently as he could, cradling her like something breakable. His hands shook against her back, holding her too tight, like he could shield her from any further harm.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered into her hair. His voice cracked, raw and broken. "I thought you were—"

Y/n, still half-dazed, lifted a trembling hand to his cheek. "I'm... okay," she whispered, though the pain in her voice said otherwise.

Behind them, the others watched in stunned silence.

Klaus looked like he'd just seen a ghost. "Holy sh—," he started, but Diego elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"Let them have this moment," Allison murmured.

Viktor just stared, heartbroken by the devastation and moved by the fierce, desperate love he saw in Five.

Five kissed Y/n’s forehead over and over, whispering her name like a prayer, grounding himself in the feel of her heartbeat against him.

"I'll always protect you," he muttered fiercely. "Always. No matter what."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears. "I know," she whispered back. "I love you, Five."

"I love you too," he rasped.

He helped her to her feet carefully, his hand never leaving her. Blood smeared her jeans and his suit, but neither of them cared.

As they limped toward the door, Klaus finally broke the silence with a shaky laugh. "Well... remind me to never get on Five’s bad side. Like, ever."

Sloane and Ben, still standing there in horror, exchanged a glance and quietly agreed not to move a muscle.

Once outside, the warm air hit them, and Five slung his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, half-carrying her.

Y/n leaned into him, feeling the exhaustion seeping into her bones. "You went a little overboard," she said softly, teasing.

Five huffed a tired, humorless laugh. "He hit my wife. He can be glad that it was a quick death."

Y/n nodded faintly and squeezed his hand.

Later that night at the hotel, after she had been checked out by Allison to make sure she was okay, Five lay beside her in bed.

Y/n curled into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"You scared me," she whispered into the dark.

"You scared me first," Five said, voice raw. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "I would’ve razed the world if you hadn’t woken up."

"I believe you," Y/n murmured, her smile sleepy but full of love.

"I don’t regret what I did," Five added after a pause. "But... I don’t want you to have to see that side of me again."

"I don’t care," Y/n whispered. "I love all of you. Even the scary parts."

Five closed his eyes, pulling her closer.

For the first time in a long time, he let himself fall asleep without fear—because she was there. Alive. In his arms. His home, his everything.

And he would never, ever let anything hurt her again.

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Maddie's Mission

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

The Hargreeves household was bustling with its usual energy, but there was a particular tension in the air today. Maddie Hargreeves, at sixteen, had a mission: she desperately wanted to go to a party that night. Unfortunately for her, she was grounded for sneaking out past curfew the previous weekend.

She paced in the living room, rehearsing her arguments while her father, Five Hargreeves, sat at the dining table, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. Y/n and twelve-year-old Milo were at the kitchen counter, sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching the unfolding drama with amused anticipation.

"Dad," Maddie began, trying to keep her tone calm and reasonable, "I know I messed up last weekend, but this party is really important. It's Sam's birthday, and everyone is going to be there."

Five didn’t look up from his paper. "Maddie, you’re grounded. We’ve been over this."

"Dad, please," she pleaded, her voice edging towards desperation. "I promise I'll come home on time and won't do anything stupid."

Five finally looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "That’s what you said last time, and yet here we are."

Y/n tried to stifle a laugh while Milo munched on popcorn, his eyes wide with interest. Maddie shot them a glare before turning her attention back to her father.

"But this is different! I’ve learned my lesson," Maddie insisted. "I’ll even text you every hour to let you know where I am."

Five folded his paper and sighed, his expression stern. "Maddie, actions have consequences. You need to understand that."

Maddie’s frustration grew, and she crossed her arms defiantly. "This is so unfair! All my friends get to go out whenever they want. Why can’t you trust me?"

"Trust is earned, Maddie," Five replied evenly. "And sneaking out doesn’t exactly build trust."

Milo nudged Y/n and whispered, "Do you think she’ll ever convince him?"

Y/n shook her head, smiling. "Not a chance. your Dad is as stubborn as they come."

Maddie tried a different approach, her voice softening. "Dad, please. I really need this. I've had a tough week at school, and I just want to unwind a little. I promise I’ll be good."

Five’s expression softened slightly, but he remained firm. "I understand you want to have fun, Maddie, but rules are rules. You’re grounded for a reason, and I’m not changing my mind."

Maddie’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She knew when her father had made up his mind, there was no budging him. "Fine," she muttered, turning to leave the room.

Y/n and Milo exchanged looks as Maddie retreated upstairs. Milo turned to his mother, popcorn forgotten. "Do you think she’s really learned her lesson?"

Y/n smiled and ruffled his hair. "I think she’s learning, but it’ll take some time."

Five sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Parenting isn’t easy, is it?"

Y/n walked over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You’re doing great, Five. She’ll come around."

Later that evening, Maddie came down to the living room, where Five was reading a book. She sat down beside him, her expression more subdued. "Dad?"

Five looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Maddie?"

She took a deep breath. "I’m sorry for sneaking out last weekend. I know I broke your trust, and I’ll try to do better."

Five’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you, Maddie. That means a lot. We just want you to be safe and responsible."

Maddie nodded, and for the first time that day, she smiled. "I understand."

As Five watched his daughter walk away, he felt a sense of relief. Parenting was indeed challenging, but moments like this made it all worthwhile. And in the kitchen, Y/n and Milo shared a knowing smile, proud of the small victory they had witnessed.

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Without her

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey, this was a sweet request from @llawlietswif I hope you like it, and even if you don't please let me know

Warnings: none

It was rare—almost unheard of, really—that Five slept in. But that morning, the sunlight was unusually gentle, the blanket warm, and the absence of doomsday-level threats meant he actually got a solid night’s sleep. So when he blinked open his eyes and saw the clock blinking 10:30 a.m., his first reaction was confusion. The second reaction, however, was alarm.

Y/n was not in bed.

Now, under normal circumstances, a missing spouse might not warrant a full-blown panic. But this was Five. A man who had lived through a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A man who had seen timelines bend, break, and collapse. A man with trust issues not just with people, but with reality itself.

He sat up sharply, hair sticking up at odd angles, still wearing a T-shirt that read "World’s Grumpiest Genius." He looked to Y/n’s pillow. Cold. Her phone was not in its usual place. Her shoes were gone. The house was too quiet.

“Y/n?” he called, already swinging his legs out of bed. “Are you here?”

No answer.

He walked into the hallway, calling her name again. Still nothing.

Bathroom—empty.

Kitchen—empty.

He even opened the pantry door for a second and peered in, like she might have inexplicably decided to hang out between the flour and the cereal boxes.

Then came the garden. Also empty. He stared at the tomato plants like they might give him answers.

"Okay, don't panic," he muttered to himself, tugging a hand through his hair. "She probably just went out to grab something. Like... fruit. Or... emergency jam."

He pulled out his phone and called her. Straight to voicemail.

“Great,” he muttered. “She was either kidnapped or I’ve slipped into another cursed timeline.”

He called again. Voicemail.

He called Allison. No answer.

Viktor. No answer.

"Okay," Five said to himself, pacing in a circle in the living room. "If I were Y/n, and I decided to disappear without warning, where would I—wait, why would I disappear without warning?"

Out of mild desperation, he even checked the laundry room, just in case. Then the closet. Then, in a move he would never live down, he actually crouched and checked under the bed.

At this point, he was about thirty seconds from teleporting to every coffee shop in town.

By the time 2:00 p.m. rolled around, Five was sitting on the couch with a scowl so deep it could have split the Earth’s crust. He had made himself coffee and promptly forgotten it, and now it sat cold and bitter beside him. His arms were crossed. He had called Y/n’s phone at least seven times, and left a voicemail that could only be described as "angrily affectionate."

Then—finally—he heard the jingle of keys at the door.

Y/n stepped in, laughing, with Allison and Viktor behind her, carrying shopping bags and to-go cups. All three looked happy, relaxed, and completely unaware of the emotional hurricane Five had been through.

“Oh, finally,” Five snapped, rising from the couch. “Look who decided to show up after vanishing off the face of the earth for four hours!”

Y/n blinked. “Hi to you, too?”

“Where have you been?! I woke up, and you were gone. I checked the entire house. I looked in the pantry, Y/n.”

“You looked in the pantry?” Allison started to laugh.

Viktor added with a smirk, “Did you also check the freezer?”

“I almost did,” Five admitted, with the sort of self-righteous glare only a 51-year-old man trapped in a 30-year-old body could manage.

“I turned off my phone,” Y/n said, apologetic but clearly holding back laughter. “I just wanted a relaxing day. I didn’t think you’d wake up before noon.”

“I never sleep in!” Five said, waving a hand. “It was one time!”

Y/n walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’re cute when you panic.”

“I wasn’t panicking. I was doing a thorough sweep.”

“You looked in the pantry,” she repeated with a giggle.

“That was part of the sweep,” Five muttered.

Viktor patted his shoulder. “You know you’re whipped, right?”

Five ignored him. “Next time? Just leave a note. Or a post-it. Or a breadcrumb trail. Anything.”

Y/n grinned and slid her arms around his waist. “You really got that worried?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around her anyway. “Because you are the most important person in my life, and when I woke up and you were gone without a trace, I thought maybe the universe finally realized it screwed up by giving me something that good.”

“You’re so romantic,” she teased.

“Don’t push it.”

Allison and Viktor were now cracking up on the couch, and Y/n whispered into Five’s ear, “I love you.”

He sighed, kissing her temple. “I love you too. Even if you cause me minor heart attacks.”

“And next time, I’ll leave a note in the pantry,” she promised.

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A Sweet Crush

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Y/n lived next door to the Umbrella Academy and had always been fascinated by the Hargreeves siblings. She admired their bravery, their powers, and their ability to save the world. But among all the extraordinary children, Number Five had always held a special place in her heart. With his sharp mind, confident demeanor, and ability to teleport, he was nothing short of amazing to her thirteen-year-old self.

Every day after school, Y/n would sit on her porch and watch the Umbrella Academy mansion, hoping to catch a glimpse of Five. She would daydream about him, imagining all sorts of scenarios where they would meet and he would notice her. She knew it was just a crush, but it made her happy.

One sunny afternoon, Y/n's heart skipped a beat when she saw the familiar black car pull up in front of the mansion. The Umbrella Academy kids were back from a mission. As they exited the car, looking a bit disheveled but victorious, Y/n couldn't help but stare at Five. He was as cool and composed as ever, despite the obvious signs of battle.

Five glanced in her direction and caught her staring. Y/n's face turned bright red, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in a patch of flowers in her yard. But she couldn't resist stealing another glance, and to her surprise, Five was still looking at her. This time, he smiled and winked.

The simple gesture sent Y/n's heart racing. She felt like she was floating on air, her mind a whirl of excitement and disbelief. But in her daze, she didn't notice the garden hose lying in her path. As she turned to head inside, she tripped over it and felt herself falling.

Before she could hit the ground, there was a sudden rush of wind and a firm grip around her waist. She looked up to find herself in Five's arms. He had teleported to catch her just in time. Y/n's face was now an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible.

"Are you okay?" Five asked, his voice calm and steady.

Y/n could only nod, her words completely failing her. She was in such awe that she couldn't believe this was happening. Five, her hero, had just saved her from an embarrassing fall.

Five gently set her back on her feet and gave her a reassuring smile. "You should be more careful," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I-I will," Y/n managed to stammer out, feeling like her heart was about to explode from happiness and embarrassment.

As Five turned to rejoin his siblings, he gave her one last smile. "See you around, Y/n."

Y/n watched him go, feeling like she was in a dream. She couldn't wait to tell her best friend about what had happened. From that day on, every time she thought of his smile, her heart would flutter, she felt a little braver knowing that he knew her name and had looked out for her.

For Five, the incident was a small, sweet moment in the midst of his chaotic life. He found it endearing how much the neighbor girl admired him and his siblings. It reminded him that despite all the dangers they faced, they were still just kids to some people—kids who could inspire awe and wonder in those around them. And that was something worth cherishing.

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I really don't know why people write messages like that? Just to make me feel bad? I don't understand why someone would say something so mean to someone they don't know personally, and who hasn't done anything to them.

Thanks for this message, I won't stop writing just because someone acts like an idiot.

Please just don't be assholes

Your stories are shit

You know, nobody is forcing you to read my stories. There are so many people who write better stories than me, and it's okay if you like these stories more. It's okay if you think my stories are bad, but you can still be respectful and not write something so mean.

As long as people read my stories, I will continue to write

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The stupid thing is, I don't mind criticism. If someone tells me exactly what they don't like, then I can work on it, make it better. But this? That's just hate. Someone just wants to hurt me, and that's shit, and no one should get messages like that.

Thank you for your kind words, it's nice to see that people support each other when an idiot writes such stupid messages

Your stories are shit

You know, nobody is forcing you to read my stories. There are so many people who write better stories than me, and it's okay if you like these stories more. It's okay if you think my stories are bad, but you can still be respectful and not write something so mean.

As long as people read my stories, I will continue to write

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Your stories are shit

You know, nobody is forcing you to read my stories. There are so many people who write better stories than me, and it's okay if you like these stories more. It's okay if you think my stories are bad, but you can still be respectful and not write something so mean.

As long as people read my stories, I will continue to write

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The Best Coffee

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey Today I'm posting a little one shot because I won't be able to do it tomorrow. Have a nice day

Warnings: none

Five Hargreeves had a particular fondness for black coffee. He appreciated its bold, unadulterated flavor and the jolt of energy it provided. Throughout his life, he had tasted coffee from countless places—the Commission’s break room, quaint coffee shops, even high-end cafes. Yet, none of these ever matched the coffee his wife Y/n made every morning.

One crisp morning, Five sat at the kitchen table, watching Y/n move gracefully around their cozy kitchen. She was humming softly, her movements fluid and practiced. She reached for the coffee beans, grinding them with care, then set the kettle to boil. The familiar, comforting aroma began to fill the room, making Five's heart swell with anticipation.

Y/n poured the freshly ground coffee into the French press, letting it steep for just the right amount of time. As she pushed down the plunger, Five could almost taste the rich, dark liquid. She poured a steaming cup and brought it over to him, a warm smile on her face.

"Here you go, Five. Just the way you like it," she said, placing the cup in front of him.

Five took the cup, inhaling deeply before taking his first sip. The flavor was perfect—bold, smooth, and just the right temperature. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. "This is amazing, Y/n. I don't know how you do it, but your coffee is always the best."

Y/n laughed softly, sitting down beside him with her own cup. "It's just coffee, Five. I think you might be a little biased."

Five shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "No, seriously. I've had coffee from everywhere, but nothing comes close to yours. You put something special in it."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh really? And what might that be?"

He leaned in, his expression turning tender. "Love. You make it with love, Y/n. And that makes all the difference."

Y/n's cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she reached out to hold his hand. "You're such a sweet talker, Five. But I guess it does help that I love making it for you."

As they sat there, enjoying their coffee and each other's company, Five thought back to all the mornings they'd shared this simple ritual. It wasn't just about the coffee itself, but the love and care Y/n put into making it. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to him.

One day, after a particularly grueling mission, Five found himself in a fancy café, hoping a good cup of coffee would help clear his mind. He ordered his usual black coffee and took a seat by the window. As he took his first sip, he was reminded of Y/n’s coffee. The café's brew was good, perhaps even excellent by most standards, but it lacked the warmth and comfort he craved.

He realized that it wasn't the quality of the beans or the brewing method that made Y/n's coffee the best. It was the way she made it just for him, with love and thoughtfulness. Each cup was a reminder of their bond, their shared mornings, and the life they were building together.

When Five returned home that evening, Y/n was already in the kitchen, preparing for the next day. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck.

"Hey, you," she said, smiling as she turned to face him. "How was your day?"

"Long," he replied, resting his forehead against hers. "But I'm home now. And I could really use one of your coffees."

Y/n chuckled, kissing him softly. "I'll make you the best cup you've ever had."

As she started the familiar routine, Five watched her, feeling a deep sense of contentment. No matter where he went or what he faced, he knew he had a home in Y/n, and that every morning would begin with the best coffee in the world, made by the woman he loved.

And that, he thought as he took the first sip of her latest creation, was something truly irreplaceable.

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Gone

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Today is Monday, so there's a new one shot. I have to admit, I cried a little while writing this. As always, tell me what you think.

Warnings: Angst, Loss, Death, Sad

The sound of gunfire echoed through the empty street as chaos erupted. Luther, Allison, Five, Viktor, and Five's wife Y/n found themselves ambushed by a group of armed attackers. The sudden onslaught left them scrambling for cover, bullets whizzing past them.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/n was hit. She let out a gasp as the bullet struck her side, and she crumpled to the floor. Five's heart dropped at the sight of her falling. He could feel his blood boiling with a mix of fear and rage. He wanted to run to her, to make sure she was okay, but the relentless gunfire kept him pinned down.

Luther, the ever-protective brother, took charge. He positioned himself to shield Allison, Five, and Viktor, his massive frame absorbing the brunt of the attack. He glanced at Five, seeing the desperate look in his eyes.

"Stay down, Five!" Luther barked, his voice firm. "I promised Y/n I'd protect you."

Five's eyes were wide with fear and desperation. "I need to see her, Luther! Please, let me go to her!"

Luther's face was grim, his resolve unwavering. "I can't let you, Five. We have to stay alive."

Tears of frustration welled up in Five's eyes as he looked past Luther to where Y/n lay on the cold floor. He could see her struggling to breathe, her hand pressed against her wound. The sight tore at his heart, and he felt utterly helpless.

Meanwhile, Allison and Viktor were doing their best to return fire, trying to hold off the attackers. Allison's powers were limited in such a chaotic situation, and Viktor's focus was split between the fight and the worry for their wounded family.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, and she saw Five looking at her, his face etched with worry. She managed a weak smile, trying to convey that she was still fighting. Her voice was barely a whisper, but Five could see her lips moving.

"I love you," she mouthed, the words breaking Five's heart even more.

Five turned to Luther, his voice cracking with desperation. "Luther, please! I can't lose her! Let me go to her!"

Luther's eyes softened for a moment, understanding the pain his brother was feeling, but he remained resolute. "Five, if you go out there, you'll get yourself killed. Y/n wouldn't want that."

Five clenched his fists, torn between the need to protect himself and the overwhelming desire to be by Y/n's side. The attackers were relentless, and the situation was dire.

Suddenly, there was a lull in the gunfire. The attackers seemed to be regrouping, giving them a brief moment of respite. Luther seized the opportunity to bark orders. "Viktor, Allison, keep them at bay. Five, stay here!"

Ignoring Luther’s command, Five took advantage of the momentary pause. He run to Y/n's side, kneeling beside her and taking her hand in his. Her grip was weak, and her skin felt cold.

"Y/n, I'm here," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Hang on, okay? Just hang on."

Y/n's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at Five with a mixture of pain and love. "Five... you shouldn't be here," she whispered.

"I couldn't stay away," Five replied, tears streaming down his face. "I can't lose you, Y/n. I won't let you go."

Luther, seeing Five's disobedience, moved to cover them both, his massive frame providing a shield. "Dammit, Five," he muttered, but he couldn't fault his brother for wanting to be with his wife in her final moments.

The gunfire resumed, and the situation grew more desperate. Viktor and Allison fought valiantly, but the attackers were closing in. Five held Y/n's hand tightly, his heart breaking with each passing second.

"Y/n, I love you," Five said, his voice choked with emotion. "Please, stay with me. Please."

Y/n managed a faint smile, her eyes filled with love and sadness. "I love you too, Five," she whispered. "Always."

As the gunfire intensified, Five felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. He knew that time was running out, and there was nothing he could do to save her. He pressed his forehead against hers, his tears mingling with hers.

Luther, still protecting them, looked down at the scene, his own heart heavy with grief. He had promised to protect them, but he couldn't shield them from this pain.

In the end, the attackers were repelled, but the damage was done. Y/n's breathing grew shallower, and Five held her close, whispering words of love and comfort until her eyes finally closed.

The warehouse fell silent, the echoes of the battle fading away. Five clung to Y/n's lifeless body, his heart shattered. Luther, Allison, and Viktor stood nearby, their own grief palpable.

Five looked up at his siblings, his eyes filled with pain and loss. "She's gone," he whispered, the weight of the words crushing him.

Luther placed a hand on Five's shoulder, offering what little comfort he could. "We'll get through this, Five," he said softly. "Together."

But Five's world had crumbled, and he knew that nothing would ever be the same. He had lost the love of his life, and the pain of that loss would haunt him forever.

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Maddie's Boyfriend (A.K.A. Five’s Worst Nightmare)

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: This was a nice request from an anonymous person. I thought the idea was cute, so I wanted to write it. As always, let me know what you think.

Warnings: none

It started with an innocent conversation over breakfast.

Maddie, sitting at the table with her bowl of cereal, swung her feet happily under her chair and looked up at her father with a big smile.

“Daddy, I have a boyfriend.”

Five, who had been casually sipping his morning coffee, immediately choked. He coughed violently, nearly spilling his drink as he looked at his eight-year-old daughter like she had just declared she was moving out to start a new life.

“You what?” he wheezed.

Maddie, oblivious to her father’s horror, took another bite of cereal. “I have a boyfriend,” she repeated cheerfully.

Five slowly turned to look at his wife, Y/n, who was leaning against the counter with a very amused expression on her face.

“You knew about this?” he demanded.

Y/n grinned. “Of course. I was the one who introduced them.”

Five looked personally offended. “You what? Why would you—why—why?”

Y/n shrugged. “Because they’re eight, Five. It’s adorable.”

Five was not finding this adorable. “What do you mean you introduced them? Are you running a matchmaking service for second graders now?”

Maddie giggled. “Mommy said we’d be cute together!”

Five groaned, rubbing his hands over his face like this was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. “Who is this kid?”

“His name is Oliver,” Maddie said proudly. “He’s really nice! He let me borrow his blue crayon yesterday.”

“Oh wow,” Five said flatly. “How incredibly generous of him.”

Y/n snorted at her husband’s sarcasm, but before she could say anything, a small voice piped up from the other end of the table.

“I don’t like him.”

Everyone turned to look at four-year-old Milo, who had been silently eating his toast up until now.

“You don’t even know him,” Y/n pointed out.

“I don’t care,” Milo said, crossing his little arms. “Maddie doesn’t need a boyfriend. She’s my big sister.”

Five pointed at his son. “See? Milo gets it.”

Y/n sighed dramatically. “You two are ridiculous.”

Five ignored her, looking at Maddie seriously. “And does this Oliver know that if he ever makes you cry, I will personally—”

Y/n held up a finger. “No threats against children before 8 a.m.”

Five huffed. “Fine. But I’m watching him.”

Milo nodded fiercely. “Me too.”

The next morning, Five, Y/n, Milo, and Maddie arrived at school. As soon as they stepped onto the playground, Maddie’s face lit up. “There he is!”

Five tensed. There he is?

And then Five saw him.

A little boy with messy brown hair, wearing a Spider-Man backpack, standing by the swings.

“That’s Oliver?” Five asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Yup!” Maddie beamed and ran ahead to greet him.

Five grabbed Y/n’s arm. “I don’t like him.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even met him yet.”

“I don’t need to meet him. I’ve already decided.”

At that moment, Oliver turned and spotted Maddie. His face broke into a big, gap-toothed grin as he waved.

Five narrowed his eyes. Too friendly.

Then Oliver saw Five. The little boy blinked, his smile faltering slightly.

Five crossed his arms. Good. He should be nervous.

Milo, standing next to his father, also crossed his tiny arms and scowled at Oliver.

Y/n sighed. “Oh my God, you two are the same person.”

Maddie grabbed Oliver’s hand. “Come meet my daddy!”

Oliver hesitated before walking up with Maddie. “Hi, Mr. Five, sir.”

Five blinked. Sir? Okay, at least the kid had some sense.

“And who’s this?” Oliver asked, looking at Milo.

Milo glared. “I’m her brother.”

Oliver nodded politely. “Nice to meet you.”

Milo didn’t respond. He just narrowed his eyes.

Oliver turned back to Five. “Maddie talks about you a lot.”

“Oh, I bet she does,” Five said, his voice cool.

“She says you’re really smart.”

“Well, she’s right.”

“She also says you’re grumpy all the time.”

Five shot a look at Maddie, who just giggled. “I don’t always—” He sighed. “Never mind.”

Y/n, trying very hard not to laugh, crouched down to Oliver’s level. “So, Oliver, What do you like? Superheroes? Or video games?”

Oliver smiled. “I like dinosaurs!”

Five raised an eyebrow. “Dinosaurs, huh?”

Oliver nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Maddie says she likes the T. rex, but I think the Velociraptor is cooler.”

Five studied him for a long moment before finally nodding. “Alright. Good answer.”

Y/n groaned. “That’s all it takes?”

Five ignored her, crouching down to Oliver’s level. “Listen, kid. Maddie is very important to me. If you ever make her sad—”

“Five,” Y/n warned.

Five sighed. “—I will be very disappointed.”

Oliver nodded solemnly. “Okay.”

Five nodded back.

Milo, still frowning, finally spoke up. “You better be nice to my sister.”

Oliver looked at Milo seriously. “I will.”

There was a long silence before Milo finally—reluctantly—nodded in approval.

Y/n smirked. “Well, there you have it. Oliver has officially survived the Five and Milo Test.”

Five grumbled. “We’ll see.”

Maddie just rolled her eyes and took Oliver’s hand. “Come on, let’s go play before the bell rings!”

The two kids ran off, leaving Five, Y/n, and Milo standing there.

Five crossed his arms. “I still don’t like him.”

Y/n laughed. “You like him.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it.”

Milo tugged on Five’s hand. “Daddy, can we get ice cream?”

Five looked down at his son. “Why?”

Milo shrugged. “Because Maddie has a boyfriend, and we need to cope.”

Five stared at him for a second before nodding. “You know what? Yes. Yes, we do.”

Y/n groaned. “You two are ridiculous.”

But she was still smiling as they walked back to the car—because, even if Five and Milo were being the most about all of this, she knew one thing for sure: Maddie would always have two of the best protectors in the world.

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Welcome to the Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Y/n Hargreeves stood outside the tattoo shop, nervously fidgeting with her hands. Klaus stood beside her, grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, Y/n. It's just a little ink. Besides, it's about time you became an official member of the family."

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this. But you're right. After four years of marriage, I guess it's time to make it official."

Klaus opened the door and ushered her inside. "That's the spirit! Plus, I've got a good feeling about this. It's going to look amazing."

They walked into the shop, the buzzing of tattoo needles filling the air. The artist greeted them with a smile. "What can I do for you today?"

Y/n took a deep breath and showed the artist a picture of the Umbrella Academy logo. "I'd like this tattooed on my wrist, please."

The artist nodded, prepping his equipment. "You got it. Have a seat, and we'll get started."

Y/n sat down, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. Klaus held her hand, offering words of encouragement. "You're going to love it, Y/n. Trust me."

As the needle began its work, Y/n winced slightly but soon relaxed. The pain was manageable, and she found herself getting lost in the rhythm of the tattoo machine. Klaus kept her entertained with stories and jokes, making the time fly by.

After what felt like only minutes, the artist finished and wrapped her wrist. "All done. Take a look."

Y/n looked down at her wrist, a wide smile spreading across her face. The Umbrella Academy logo was perfect, a symbol of her place in the family she had grown to love so much.

Klaus clapped his hands together. "It looks fantastic, Y/n! Now you're officially one of us."

They left the shop and headed back to the Academy, where the rest of the family was waiting. As they walked in, Y/n could feel the excitement bubbling up inside her. She couldn't wait to show Five and the others her new tattoo.

"Hey, everyone!" Klaus called out. "We've got something to show you!"

The family gathered in the living room, curious looks on their faces. Five stepped forward, his eyes filled with love and curiosity. "What is it, Y/n?"

Y/n took a deep breath and held out her wrist, revealing the fresh tattoo. "I got the Umbrella Academy logo. I wanted to make it official."

Five's eyes widened in surprise, and then he broke into a huge smile. He took her hand gently, examining the tattoo with pride. "Welcome to the Umbrella Academy, my Love."

He leaned in and kissed her, a sweet and tender kiss that spoke volumes about his love for her. The family erupted in cheers and applause, welcoming Y/n into their fold with open arms.

Luther grinned. "That looks awesome, Y/n. Welcome to the team."

Allison nodded. "It's about time. You have always been a part of this family."

Diego gave her a thumbs-up. "You rock, Y/n."

Even Viktor, usually reserved, smiled warmly. "I knew from the beginning that five would marry you one day."

Klaus, always the life of the party, threw his arms around Y/n and Five. "This calls for a celebration! Drinks on me!"

As the family continued to celebrate, Y/n felt a sense of belonging and happiness that she had never known before. She looked around at her family, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Five wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. "You really are amazing, you know that?"

Y/n smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Five."

"I love you too, Y/n. More than anything."

And with that, Y/n knew that she had found her true home with the Umbrella Academy, a family bound by love, loyalty, and now, a shared symbol that she proudly wore on her wrist.