there’s something so haunting about watching scenes with five when he’s actually thirteen.
like, the flashbacks to before he time-traveled or when he was freshly dropped into the apocalypse.
the entire series, he’s supposed to look like that same damaged but not yet broken thirteen year-old, but he’s not. he’s the traumatized, lonely old man that we know and love. we don’t really know young five.
we know things about him. we know he was extremely stubborn and intelligent. we know he was distant but considerate, and that he wanted to prove himself to reginald more than anything.
but we never really learned who he was. and neither did five.
sometimes i wonder if he mourns the loss of his youth. of his curiosity. of his naivety and convenient stubbornness.
how could a kid grow into a stable man in a crumbling, apocalyptic hellscape?
the answer is, he can’t. so he never did.
he may look like he knows what he’s doing, like he’s got it all figured out, but he’s more lost than anyone in the series. he’s never had a moment to breathe. he never got to figure out who he was or wanted to be.
so he carries his young self around in his head like a rotted corpse, pretending it’s not there in an effort to stay focused in a situation that calls for urgency.
but his young self never escapes him. he may have physically gotten older. he can still feel the scratchiness of his mustache and hear the sloshing of water as innocent blood runs off of his body and into his drain. he may have had more wrinkles and scratches and scars to count, but he’s still the same naive child who disappeared out of spite.
he knows he is, and he hates himself for it.
he hates the stupid, senseless kid who ran off without a plan or the brains to make sure he knew how to handle his abilities before throwing caution to the wind. he started hating himself the moment he smelled charred bodies and burning buildings for the first time, the moment he knew that smell would never fully leave him.
Five dating someone who's insomnia is always kicking their ass so he pops up at night to make sure they're in bed and asleep and when he sees they arent he lovingly threatens them to go to bed lmao
He would so do that too I love him sm I swear
Late Bedtime (Five Hargreeves x reader)
Warnings: reader suffers from insomnia, swearing, references to assasin! Five, slight sexual innuendo, slight angst maybe I guess?? Idk, better safe than sorry
It was late at night, and you were curled up on the couch flipping through the channels to see what was on the television. There wasn't much worth watching, just infomercials and reruns of old sitcoms. Sighing, you settled on some random trashy reality show as you wrapped your blanket tigheter around you.
"Darling, why are you still up? You're supposed to be in bed," you heard a voice suddenly ask.
Normally, a random voice talking to you in the middle of the night would have given you cause for concern and understandably freaked you out, but you knew your boyfriend well enough at this point to know he didn't care too much about using doors. You'd tried to introduce him to the concept of knocking before in the past, but after awhile you figured it wasn't worth the fight and gave up.
"Couldn't sleep," you replied, turning to face him. He was in his usual Umbrella Academy uniform, one that you often teased him for, saying that he looked like he went to a private school for rich kids. He detested it, though he agreed you weren't far off the mark. "What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I'd pop in to make sure you were asleep, which you clearly are not," he said accusingly, narrowing his eyes at you.
"I told you already, I'm not tired," you said, the ending of your sentence cut off by a sudden yawn.
He raised his eyebrows at you in an "I told you so" fashion.
"Alright, that's it. Bed, now."
"But Fiveee," you whined.
"No buts. Now, go get ready for bed, unless you want me to use some of my knowledge in disabling targets to get you there."
You gasped mockingly. "Five, are you threatening me? Your loving partner, who would do anything for you?"
He smirked. "Isn't it obvious?"
You put your hand over your heart, and began to fake cry for good measure. "How could you? Just when you think you know a person."
"I used to kill people for a living. It's pretty naive of you to think I wouldn't threaten you with acts of physical violence just to get you in bed."
Perking up, you gave him a knowing look. "Oh, so you're trying to get me in bed now, are you? In what ways?"
He let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay, look, first off, you know that's not what I meant, and second, I'm just trying to make sure you don't wake up tomorrow morning utterly sleep deprived."
"You wake up every morning utterly sleep deprived, so I really don't see what the big deal is here. In fact, I'm quite certain you've never actually gotten a full night's worth of sleep before, have you?"
You questioned him with such certainty because you knew it was true. Five did as well, even if he didn't want to admit it.
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb, knowing he'd been beat. "That's... not the point. If you don't go to bed soon, you're not going to get enough sleep, which means you're going to be really pissy when you wake up; and I, for one, hate when that happens, so would you please just go to bed?"
The last part came out as less of a question and more of a plea, which caused you to realize that, as much as he loved staying up late with you, trash talking his family and drinking coffee as the sun came up, he valued your mental health and stability more.
Obviously, it wouldn't do anything to help his agenda in stopping the apocalypse and saving the world if you were constantly dozing off from lack of sleep; but more than that, he cared. He cared about your general wellbeing, far more than you ever did. It wouldn't do you any good in the long run if he let this behavior continue, and he knew that.
You knew that too, as much as you hated to admit it. Which is why you gave in to his requests, surprising him in the process.
"Okay, fine."
He appeared to be in shock, as it took him a couple minutes to process what you'd said and a few more to actually respond. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said fine. It's over, Hargreeves; you win," you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. "I guess I'll just go to bed, like you wanted."
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. "That's it? You're not going to protest anymore, or give me a hard time?"
"Yup."
"You're going to go to bed, just like that?"
"Just like that." You nodded your head in agreement, turning off the television while you got up and stretched. "It's just not worth it to argue about, y'know? Especially since you're right."
"Um, do you think you could repeat that?" He asked, a smirk appearing on his face. "Because it sounded to me like you just said I was right."
You groaned. "God, you're such an asshole. Yes, you were right, okay? Can I please just go to bed now?"
He shrugged his shoulders, still giving you a cocky look. "Go right ahead, I'm not stopping you."
You playfully rolled your eyes at him as you made your way into the bedroom. He followed you, watching as you got ready to go to sleep. Once you'd finished your nightly routine, you climbed into bed, slipping under the blanket.
Finally satisfied, Five turned to leave, but not before you spoke.
"Five?"
He turned back around, raising his eyebrows as he silently urged you to continue.
"Will you stay? Please?"
Letting out a soft sigh, he walked back over to the bed. "Scoot," he commanded, gesturing for you to move over.
You did, making sure he'd have plenty of room as he laid down next to you.
"Is it okay if I cuddle with you?" You softly asked, knowing how unfamiliar he was with physical intimacy and not wanting to make him uncomfortable by accident.
He didn't say anything at first, but when he patted the space beside him, you took it as an invitation to move closer.
You cuddled up beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him close as you buried your face in his chest. "I love you," you sleepily mumbled, causing him to smile.
Once he was sure you were asleep, he responded. "I love you, too," he whispered into the dark of your room. "So much."
the hargreeves after walking through the door into the reset universe and klaus suddenly being struck by an overwhelming silence. all at once; no more ghosts, no more voices, just absolute quiet.
and klaus just doesn’t know how to deal. he’s never been properly alone with himself, he’s never had to be.
he doesn’t feel whole. he’s made a couple cool ghost friends over the years, and he misses all the company after finally managing to getting used to it. and now he just has to learn to live with himself.
it leaves him on his own in the midst of addiction without a reason to use anymore. it leaves him feeling like he should want to get better.
his own thoughts take up the now empty space, and he’s forced to confront himself. his past, his grief, multiple apocalypses. and its just a little too much all at once.
Reginald being a good dad (if not great then at least DECENT) bc he realizes his first plan failed in the future so he tries a different approach from what he first had in mind. And he doesn't actually love the sparrows, but they don't know that, so imagine the GRIEF of knowing, it's not that their dad was incapable of loving or being kind, he just didn't love THEM.
The fact that Ben is still alive is gonna hurt like a bitch, mostly bc it means that maybe if they were better, he'd still be here.
Also about Ben, I want them to be furious with Klaus. Especially Five. I want him to be raging that he didn't get to say goodbye. He didn't get to see his brother who he has been grieving for 45 years, only to be given hope to see him again via Klaus, only for that hope to be ripped from him bc of pettiness. (I want them to forgive Klaus for it, but first I want the ANGST).
Diego seeing Eudora. Seeing her alive, maybe with a family, and realizing that maybe, if he hadn't met her, she'd still be alive.
I'll probably come up with more of these as the season comes closer, but if I'm given any of these, I will scream and cry and that is a promise.
Hi! I'm Y/N Hargreeves! And I have 6 awesome siblings! There's Luther, my oldest bro, there's Allison my big sister, there's Klaus, who is the funniest, there's Five, my apparently 53 year old brother, there's Viktor, and then there's Diego.
After my dad died, me and my siblings got chased by these two doggy people with guns and these men with weird gas masks.
We had went to the bowling alley to hide from the scary men. Luther had gotten me pizza while they were planning something.
And suddenly I felt a pain in my chest.
Diego
"NO! NO! NO!" I ran to my little sisters side and quickly tied up her chest with a handkerchief. Five and Luther were fighting the men while I asked Allison to cover me.
"It hurts Diego, it hurts...but can you please see the sunrise....for me?" Was her last words. The last words of a person that died too young.
We had to leave her body though. She was too much of a burden to carry.
When I told my siblings she had died, some of them cried, some of them, including Five, were holding back their tears.
Y/N
I slowly opened my eyes. I saw my dead brother Ben. "Am I....dead? He nodded his head. I quickly ran into his arms and gave him a hug.
"Hi, Y/N, it's nice to see you." He whispered. I felt a chill of comfort run down my spine. That's what my brother Ben does you know? Makes you feel comfortable anywhere, even in ghost form.
Diego
We found a safe spot to hide for the night. When it was almost sunrise, I sat next to the window and said; "It's beautiful isn't it, Y/N?"
Y/N
Although my brother didn't know it. I was watching the sunrise with him.
