〰️🎵 Wicked Game - Chris Isaak 🎵〰️
-> Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Female Reader
-> Era: Season 3 (at the wedding)
-> Warnings: alcohol consumption, brief mention of character death
-> Summary: You're one of the magic kids. You possess the ability to travel through space, though unlike Five - your power lies in traveling through realities and timelines (basically, your superpower is shifting). You came into this reality to help with doomsday, which unfortunately didn't go as planned; even though you knew exactly what was gonna happen. You knew everything - because yes, the Umbrella Academy was only a mere TV show in the reality you came from.
“You know I actually dreamed about you, back in my universe,” you put your hand on his shoulder for better balance.
The liquor was doing its dutiful job, God forbid you would trip and fall right now.
“Really?” Five raises his brows in question, “do tell.”
With a smile, you shift your eyes to the side - then you look back at him.
It was hard to look him in the eye for a longer period of time. All this slow dancing came hand in hand with you being just a little closer to each other, more than you were used to. Thankfully, enough whiskey was allowing you to just try and enjoy the moment.
Because what else could you possibly have right now?
“You managed to create a portal to the moon,” you said, “on my balcony.”
He laughs, grabbing your hand just a little tighter. Probably for balance.
You weren't the only one who reeked of liquor here.
“You were so proud of yourself,” you continued with an amused chuckle.
“How could I not be,” he thinned his lips into a somewhat triumphant smile.
Five was well aware his behavior was probably veering away from his typical characteristic self. He was really out here, dancing like nothing mattered. And not just that, he was dancing with Y/N. In his mind, he wondered just how the hell did the two of you get into this situation in the first place.
“Ahh finally, I did it!” you mimicked his words as if you truly heard him say that.
His face grimaced in a pretended offense.
You never noticed how green his eyes actually were. Now that you could look at them from up close, you realized just how much tenderness they carried. Or was it the booze?
Come to think of it - the last time you were this close to each other was when you were leaving. You were leaving and he most likely thought he would never see you again. And you really did plan to not show your face here anymore, which obviously didn’t work out for you.
Your reasons were rather selfish, but that didn’t make them any less real. Simply put, you just started to love each and every asshole in the Hargreeves family way too much. In fact, you considered yourself a part of them. And now, they did too.
It really just became your conjoint timeline, didn’t it?
“And what happened after that?” Five narrowed his eyes with amusement. Oh he was loving this conversation right now. This must have been the most fun he’s had since… well, ever since he got himself stuck in the apocalypse.
As you reminded yourself of the very dramatic events that happened in your dream, you chuckled, “you were about to jump in it. But I wanted to stop you.”
“So naturally, I tackled you to the ground,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “and the portal disappeared.”
How else would you wanna stop Five fucking Hargreeves? Well to be fair, you couldn’t really stop him even if you tried. He was like an elder on a hunt for sales. Or should I say a soon-to-be young adult in a desperate need to get laid. Both things combined.
He lets out another laugh, “very professional of you.”
“Wait, do you guys see Five?” Luther looked in your direction.
They were all sitting at one of the tables not far from the dance floor.
Victor soon followed his gaze, “he’s… laughing?”
“Five and Y/N!” Klaus smashed the table a little too hard, “I always knew he had a thing for her.”
“That’s so weird,” Diego proclaimed.
Klaus laughed, “I bet it’s the cute shorts that did the trick.”
You watched as he laughed, his eyes closing and opening again. He was shining especially bright tonight. Like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders for a while.
“Even in your dreams, you just manage to harass me, do you?” Five joked.
For some reason, his chest felt like it was on fire. Maybe he didn’t mind Y/N’s bullying so much, oddly enough. There was just something about her. And strangely, he could tell this felt very similar to how he used to be with Dolores.
It was your turn to burst out in laughter now, you threw your head back, as if it would help you regulate the amount of alcohol in your system right now.
Five couldn’t turn his eyes away at that moment. Honestly, who would? He absentmindedly eyed the curves of your collarbones - they looked especially nice tonight, complimented by the dress you were wearing. The skin of your neck, the sharp edges of your jawline. And he was thinking like a damn teenager.
“There, did you see that?!” Klaus pointed his finger, “He’s so eyeing her!”
“Him eyeing someone?” Lila grimaced, “this is Five we’re talking about.”
Klaus ignored Lila’s comment of course, “they toootaly have the hots for each other,” he smiled.
Luther raised his brow, “or he’s just really drunk.”
“Alright,” you shook your head, “but in my defense, I helped you up right after that.”
“My hero,” he sighed dramatically.
That damn sarcasm of his.
You scoffed, hitting the back of his neck lightly. Oh, this conversation would soon be the death of you.
He tilted his head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Y/N to handle.
“I hope I repaid the favor.”
Yes, this conversation might actually just end you sooner than the apocalypse.
Please kill me now, you thought.
“And let me tell you, it was one sloppy kiss,” you laughed.
Now that you think about it, whiskey probably wasn’t the best fit for you. Next time you could just down a bottle of kerosene instead.
“Hey!” he breathes out, somehow offended. He couldn't believe where this conversation led to.
“You actually apologized for being so terrible,” you had to say it was amusing to watch his face switching through the whole palette of different emotions.
Five’s eyes narrowed in an embarrassed glare. You had no idea how he worked his glare game up to this ridiculously high level. Maybe he used to stare holes through bricks as a sport back in the apocalypse.
“That doesn't sound like me at all.”
A few seconds of silence followed. Neither of you knew how to continue this conversation, so you just assumed (you hoped, in fact) you would just drop it.
“Well, now I know your dreams are total bullshit.”
Five was asking himself just why on Earth did he decide to pursue this topic further. But his mouth outran his thoughts - something that seemed to happen a lot under the influence of sweet alcohol. He was already so close to you and something in him screamed that this was his chance.
“First off, creating a portal to the moon is nearly impossible.”
“Nearly?” you raised your brows, chuckling. To be fair, he probably would find a way.
“And second..." Five paused.
He still wasn't sure if he should do this. But the odds were against you all, with the inevitable doom literally around the corner.
And for some reason, he remembered the time you left. Or rather, how it felt. How he then started to realize that your shared objective wasn't the only thing he liked about you.
"...I’m not a bad kisser.”
You stared at him, trying to process his words. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Or were you just unnecessarily reading into it? It was hard to tell.
As you swayed into the slow, seemingly never-ending rhythm of the song, you proceeded to furrow your brows and then raise them up again.
It was difficult to believe Five would make a move like this. That he would say something so strangely inviting. As if he would want you to fall into the trap hidden within this conversation. Nevertheless, that didn't stop your heart from fluttering a little faster. There was just something about his eyes that made you believe it just for a second.
“Really?" you asked, "Well, I don’t believe you."
A rather bold answer, you must say. But you needed to know if you were really picking up what he was putting down. If he was putting this down.
Five's heart was beating unusually fast. Guess all this second puberty deal was getting to him too much. In his 58 years he wouldn't have hoped something like this would ever happen to him. But then again, he didn't really get the chance to meet a lot of people now, did he? The apocalypse is a dark and lonely time to be in.
But being here and now, he felt so young again. You made him feel young again.
"And how's that so?" He narrowed his eyes, "dreams are often very misleading."
He did have a point. They were misleading.
Your suspicion grew stronger with every second you spent looking at each other in silence. You suddenly didn’t know what to say - a certain type of nervousness washed over you.
Come on, say something, Y/N.
Absent-mindedly, your eyes slid down to his lips.
You swear it was only for a split second. There was no way Five would have noticed that.
Or at least - he hoped he did. It wasn’t his imagination, was it?
Before this silence could get anymore intense, you shook your head slightly and gave yourself a mental slap across the face. Well, more like a mental punch in the guts.
“I guess you’re right,” you cleared my throat, “but it still doesn’t make me believe you.”
Now, you knew this wasn’t the end of times. You were well aware of what was about to happen. In the back of your mind, you plotted to prevent both Luther and Klaus from dying - your heart broke a little every time you remembered what was in store for them.
But, Five most likely thought this was the last day on Earth for you all. And if you thought so too, you would definitely not waste your time.
“If only there was a way to prove it.”
You tilted your head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Five to handle.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening ever so slightly. His smile faded, as realization hit him. He really did just hear you say that; what a bold push. It’s one he really didn’t expect. But it’s one he probably needed.
You witnessed as his face softened, he locked on you with a focused look. Now that wasn’t a sight you could see very often. But in a strange way, it suited him.
Ignoring the bundle of nerves in your stomach, you reciprocated the tender seriousness with which he was observing you. Now it was his turn to say something.
Please just say something.
Your mouth hung slightly open.
You didn’t even notice you had stopped dancing. Neither did Five.
You didn’t dare to break eye contact. Neither did Five.
You both stood in silence for a few moments.
This time you weren’t really trying to hide the way you looked down on his lips. And neither did Five.
A slight smile formed on your lips, and at that moment he already knew the answer.
Next thing you knew, his hand rested gently on the side of your neck and he pulled himself closer.
Your noses brushed against each other first - and somehow you both stayed in that moment of closeness just a few seconds longer than you had to.
And suddenly, you were kissing.
You focused on his soft lips. The way he gently breathed out when you parted. The way he breathed you in once more as you kissed again.
His other hand remained on your hip, as it did throughout the dance. Only it seemed more eager, his grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he needed to make sure you won't go anywhere.
And Five really didn't want you to go anywhere right now.
He was making sure this was truly real - that he won't just wake up from a drunk, misleading dream. He really liked the way this felt. And he must admit, at that moment, he let his guard down completely.
Maybe whiskey wasn’t so bad after all.
-> A/N: As you can probably tell, this is part of a bigger storyline. I thought up a lot of different scenarios thru all the seasons into my script, for when I shift there. Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more from this universe!
