parings 𝜗𝜚 five hargreeves. ៹ fem .ᐟ ᧁ; established lovers, angst˒
warnings ⋆˚꩜ swearing, trauma, NOT PROOFREAD!ᐟ lmk if I missed any!
synopsis୨୧ in the 60’s five is reminded why he is there, you are there to remind him he made the right choice
.ᐟ authors note ⋆ ͘ . this is based off of the song "reach out i'll be there" by the Four Tops. It felt fitting for him, so I literally wrote this in like 30 minutes. want to get notified for this character's fics? comment for a tag!
Ash speckled the sky, dust mixing with the air making it almost un-breathable. Orange hues rippled through the sky as the sun’s harsh rays beat down on Five’s skin. Panic set in as he looked around him. Rubble from buildings and broken streets littered everywhere making it impossible to make a straight path through the desolate area.
The crackle of flames ruminated through the quiet apocalyptic afternoon. The boy would have never thought he would be back where started. The scene looked too familiar to him.
“Vanya?” He called out. “Luther?” He shouted out once more. Tears welled his eyes and a lump formed in his throat and he used his strength to muster past, a shaky voice called out once more. “Y/n?” His voice echoed through the miles of desolate streets. The sound of fire and wind was the only thing to respond to his pleas.
His feet began to carry him. gravel crunching underneath his shoes. He continued to run through the destroyed streets. Calling out for her name. He thought he had figured out a way to stop the end of the world; confusion, pain, and anger taking the empty space in his head. The girl’s name was the only thing he called out like a broken mantra he called. Searching underneath piles of cinder blocks and broken plywood from buildings.
As the scene played out in front of him, he tossed and turned in his bed. The horrors only taking his mind in his sleep. Y/n laid next to him in bed, idle from her sleep. Her quiet breaths from her slumber mixing with the tranquil sound of the evening crickets and late night city bustling from outside.
The orange hues of a streetlight that shone obviously through their window casting the two in a warm glow. Unbeknownst to Y/n her lover laid tormented in his dream state. His breathing began to quicken, beads of sweat beginning to form on his skin. Quiet mumbles begin to mix with the ambiance of the night.
The boy began to toss and turn, the panic setting in. Just as Y/n began to notice her lover's disturbance, Five jolted awake, a weak scream leaving his lips. Y/n quickly joined him, now awake and confused. Sleep still clouding her brain. Five’s hands scrambled to the girl beside him, grasping her arms and patting her to make sure he was not dreaming.
Tears now spilling from the boy's eyes, Y/n snapped out of her dazed state and followed Five's eyes. “Five? What’s wrong.” The boy let out a choked sob, latching to her body and pulling her into a hug. A hug so tight the girl could not move.
“You’re okay.” She hugged back. “It was just a dream.” She reassured. “I’m here.” The boy let out quiet sobs as his face burrowed into her neck. Tears dampened her skin.
“I’m here for you, Five.”
Y/n cooed, her heart beginning to hurt from the sight of the boy’s pain and she hugged him back tighter. “I should not have brought us here.” He choked out, his voice a mere whimper. “You did what you had to do to save us.” Y/n reassured with no hesitation. “We’re safe.”
Summary: No matter the timeline, you and Five never get your chance.
A/N: well I think I can agree with everyone that season four was not good… so my way of coping is making angsty imagines for it… I’m trying to cope with the fact this is the last time we will ever see them ): This is also super short, apologies
Warnings: Season Four Spoilers
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Five had seen multiple timelines with Lila throughout their time spent together. And in almost every single one they saw, you were dead by the hands of him or vice versa. Eventually it became normal to see you mourning Five or him taking revenge for you.
Lila could see how distressing it was for him to see every timeline play out the same for the both of you.
Fate never seemed to be on your side, and even in your timeline, Five never had the courage to tell you his feelings. Despite spending six years by his side, being his roommate, helping him with cases, being there emotionally for him… he never seemed to catch on to the fact that you held feelings for him, too.
On one of their multiple train rides, Lila tried to address what the two of you meant to each other, but Five didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Because he feared the moment he’d open up, fate would play it’s cruel trick again and guarantee he would never see you again.
So he buried it deep within himself so it would not haunt him.
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For you, it was mere hours you had last seen Five. You had helped Allison and Claire rescue Klaus from being buried alive, and had found your way to Lila and Diego’s home.
Everything seemed to be alright, and although you could sense something was wrong with Five, you didn’t have the energy to ask, simply from the long day you were all having.
However, you didn’t fail to notice the looks Lila and Five were sharing. It made not only you suspicious, but Diego as well. It was started to grow more and more tense as he pried information from them.
It almost felt as if your heart was being ripped out of your chest, being stomped on by the universe, as Five and Lila confessed of their infidelity.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to console Diego or slap Five.
You decided on the latter before storming out of the house. Diego tried to stop Five from chasing after you, but Five was quicker and blinked to your side.
“Let me explain.”
“Get away from me!” You screamed as you exited the house. Nobody followed the two of you, so you only assumed Lila was in the hot seat.
“(Y/n)! Stop acting like a child and listen.” Five grabbed your arm and whipped you around to face him. He was close now, his breath fanning your face.
“How could I listen to the fact you and Lila shared such an intimate relationship while I have been waiting years for you to do the same with me.” You made sure to throw your words in his face, making all of your emotions clear as day. Pretending to not hold feelings for him was beginning to weigh you down, so you needed to let go of those weights now.
“All we did was kiss,” Five said it like it was the most simple action in the world. “One kiss and we realized our mistake immediately. We got wrapped up in our own little bubble and forgot the important things. I just… I couldn’t handle seeing you die anymore…”
“What?” You pushed away from him. Had he seen a timeline with you dead?
“I… we don’t get a happy ending in any timelines. No matter what we do, we fail to be together.” Five sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I lost hope that even if we got back, it would lead to our demise.”
You didn’t know what to say to him as your heart began to beat uncontrollably.
He looked into your tear filled eyes and said, “I want to be with you, but I don’t want to kill you.”
“I don’t want to be with someone who, after forty years in the apocalypse, couldn’t even keep his heart on one person for seven years. It doesn’t matter if you realized your mistake, Five. I’ve been here the whole time waiting for you. I took care of you when you came home bloodied. I stayed up with you while you had panic attacks. I made sure that you had coffee brewed every morning.”
Five felt ashamed he had let everything you had done for him go to waste with his one mistake. “I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
“Maybe I’ll be the bigger person and actually forgive you, because I know deep inside I am that person. And I for sure know you aren’t because you kissed your brother’s wife, Five.” You scoffed and wiped away your tears. “Good luck with that.”
You began to walk towards your car without another word, and Five just watched as you left.
He was smart enough to know that if he chased you, it would lead to a grave.
And not too long after, he would sacrifice himself with his family, his last thoughts only consisted of you and how much he failed your relationship. Some selfish part of him hoped that he’d come back, to be able to see you again.
But the more rational side of him knew that he would never touch you again.
Because for once, you would be able to live in a peaceful timeline without him there to cause your downfall.
Dating Number 4/ Klaus Hargreeves would include☂️👻:
Fem! or GN! Reader TW: Brief mentions of addiction
A/N: I started Umbrella Academy a week ago and I’m obsessed, I’m almost done with season 3 and I can’t wait for season 4. I’d managed to fall in love with Robert Sheehan all over again and all that love has to go somewhere so here it is.
Waking up to little peppered kisses on your back and up your torso. If you don’t open your eyes he’ll just start blowing raspberries into your neck and on your face. Once he hears you laughing he’ll stop and flip you over. He likes being the first thing you see when you wake up. Some days are a little more peaceful and less silly, you wake to see him still asleep. A mess of curls and smudged glitter eyeshadow is the first thing you see. He’s at such peace and the most still you’ll ever see him.
Putting makeup on each other, whether it’s going out or just playing around with new looks it doesn’t matter. Being able to experiment with new colors and combinations with each other is so much fun. On date nights you’ll pick outfits for each other, sometimes even just wearing each other’s clothes. Doing things like this with him leads to doing most things together.
Why have him do things when you can do it for him? Or even with him? He loves having you wash his hair. Showers, baths? Of course we have to both be in there at the same time! Klaus is so touch starved any reason to spend time together he’ll take it,an added bonus is your company keeps the spirits away.
You’re always in close proximity to each other, so your skin is always touching. Klaus just can’t get enough, physical touch becomes his middle name. He’s a natural affectionate person but just having you near is very grounding for him.
He’ll draw on you with little glitter pens he carries in his pocket, he likes to call you his “canvas and his muse.” Even without the pens he’ll trace random shapes and words onto your arm or your back when you both lie in bed. Klaus also likes to play with your fingers when he’s bored.
Kissing!! He’s such a fiend for kissing my god, after that first kiss he’s finished. He always says he wants just one but it ends up escalating to a full on make out sesh. Doesn’t matter if you’re public or not you look too good it’d be a crime not to kiss you. Klaus doesn’t really give a damn about public embarrassment, if you wanted him to he’d run through central park naked, he would.
Once he knows you’re ok with all the random bursts of affection he really piles it on. Neck kisses, shoulder kisses, nose kisses, not one day goes by where he doesn’t kiss you. He kisses like he wants to devour you, if he wasn’t able to kiss you that’d be hell on Earth. If you’re a fan of random kisses at the most inappropriate times he’s a professional. You’re driving, he’s gonna make out with you. Out shopping, kissing! Right now! Doctor’s appointment? Kisses under your jaw in the waiting room, he can’t help it, he's bored.
Helping him get clean, you and Ben have been pretty good influences in his life. Trying to keep him on the straight and narrow for the sake of his health. He wants to be present for you, he wants to be able to remember the things you do together. You help him find fun things to do without getting drugs involved. Taking your time and being patient with him means the world to him. He loves his siblings but they aren’t the best at helping him with it. They do try a little harder when you come around seeing how serious you are about helping him. You stay awake with him when his nightmares get too bad or when the withdrawal is really wearing him down. If it’s the ghosts that are bothering him you just tell them to piss off.(he really appreciates that)
Klaus begins to teach himself new skills to help you out around the house, cooking, cleaning you name it. He doesn’t do it very well but you appreciate the effort anyway. Chores become another activity for you both to do. He’ll even indulge in some of your hobbies just for the fun of it.
Tattoos! He gets something on his wrist that reminds him of you, he can’t wait to show you too. If you get one related to him, god forbid a little number 4 on you he’ll cry. He does eventually tell you about the rest of his journey in Vietnam and Dave. Klaus wants to be sure you know he won’t compare you to him, He’ll always love Dave but he doesn’t love you any less. He’ll get really shy if you kiss his hand tattoos, there aren’t a lot of ways to fluster him so that’s a good one.
Being surrounded by death and destruction most of his life really makes him appreciate what you have. The way you indulge in his antics and impulses makes Klaus feel so seen. You don’t feel real to him sometimes; late at night he’ll just lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart beating.
When some crazy new developments or drama happens in his family you’re first to know. Luther tells him something very personal and secret and 15 mins later he’s calling you on the mansion’s phone.
Luther: “This stays between us Klaus I mean it…” Klaus: “Of course Lulu I wouldn’t dream of telling anyone you’re dirty little secret.” A few moments later… Klaus: “Babe you’ll never believe what Luther just told me!”
He’ll always be looking at you, wherever you are and whatever you’re doing you have his full attention. Klaus will just be gazing at you lovingly while five is trying to talk to him, eventually he’ll just ignore him and go to talk to you. You're his favorite person to talk to; he never gets bored with you.
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summary: five doesn't see you as a friend/platonic partner anymore. but to diego's eyes you are his everything.
ps; english isn't my first language so i appolgize for any grammar errors! (also i wanted to write a short diego hargreeves prompt, bc in this house, we stan diego period. and he deserves everything.)
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“I don’t love you anymore,”
The words still echo in the recesses of your mind, haunting you with their bitter finality. You replay the moment when the same phrase was uttered, over and over again. I don’t love you anymore. After all you've endured together in the apocalypse—surviving as a team, protecting each other—it wasn't enough for him. His desires grew, but they no longer included you. He craved something more, something that left you behind.
And for what excuse he said? To protect you.
It wasn’t until hours later that your entire body began to feel stiff. With everyone else—Lila’s family included—watching from the sidelines, you felt utterly numb. Your lips couldn't form a final sentence, no explanation for the choice that led you here. Even your eyes refused to look away. As your fingers trembled, you struggled to hold back the tears, but that’s when you finally broke. His voice, calling out for you in despair, was unbearable. You wanted to block out every sound, including the sound of your own sobbing.
But you couldn’t escape it. Diego’s voice grew louder, angrier, until it became the only thing you could focus on. He was your voice in that moment, the one who truly understood, whose first instinct was always to check if you were okay. Yet part of you wished he would stop yelling, stop pretending he wasn’t hurt. Why feel hurt at all? The Handler had told you not to, and so had Five. Now, you stood before someone who was nothing more than a stranger. When Diego’s voice suddenly cut through the chaos, trembling with fear, he asked, "Y/N?" His voice mirrored the fear in your eyes when they met his.
Without a word, the room grew cold, the silence thick and suffocating. Your heart pounded wildly, and all you wanted to do was run—so you did. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Diego’s voice, calling your name, faded into a distant echo as you glanced back to see him chasing after you. But why? What was he trying to hold onto? It didn’t matter. You kept running until your legs gave out, your mind and spirit utterly drained. Collapsing in the middle of the walkway, you fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face. Five’s words had finally shattered you. And then, Diego’s arms found you.
“Shh…” His soft, reassuring whispers began to calm you, even as your cries of despair continued. He gently rocked you in his arms, urging you to look at him as he promised that everything would be okay—that he was there for you. “Breathe. Exhale,” he murmured, and you tried your best to follow his words. As a few tears slipped down your cheeks, he tenderly wiped them away, the warmth of your tears meeting the cold touch of his fingers. Your eyelids fluttered shut at the sensation. “I’m here,” he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. He, too, knew what it meant to lose someone you love.
This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅
Five Hargreeves when he's jealous
Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end
Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit
It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you
However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well
He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with
He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you
He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3
A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares
When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows
An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them
Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone
If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach
Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off
He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer
Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to
Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)
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Random headcanons for Klaus Hargreeves and his Mamma Mia phase (we all know he had one, don't deny it)
Sparkly bell bottom pantsuits made up his entire wardrobe for at least a year
Memorized all the dance moves and every word to every song
Random dance parties at 3am in the kitchen while he's getting a snack
Belting out "Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight!!" at the top of his lungs into a hairbrush for a microphone
Trying to rope Diego into a duet and Diego running for his LIFE
"Oh fuck no," Five mutters when he rounds the corner and sees Klaus doing a little twirl, singing to himself, you are the dancing queen... And poof! Five vanishes in a heartbeat.
Klaus's diet consisted entirely of Greek food for a while. He tried to learn to make it himself??? Which was a disaster (there's still hummus in the grooves of the ceiling)
Plastered pictures of Greece all over his room for a few months
If Allison is in a good mood, she'll sing along with him BUT ONLY A LITTLE
Klaus had a massive crush on both Meryl Streep and Colin Firth, Christine Baranski was his awakening to the world of older women
Family talent show? He's reenacting Waterloo in six inch sparkly platform boots AND TOTALLY ROCKING IT
“Diego, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You questioned, taking the phone from Klaus as he laughed hysterically on the pavement of the street, your hand extending to him as you smiled.
“Let me guess, you and my darling brother haven’t heard yet?”
“Which one are you referring to now, I mean Five and Ben are obviously not who you could possibly be phoning about, since the last time anyone reached out was because of Vanya, and that fucking book she wrote. I mean I know Allison has a new movie coming out… I believe the 7th on this year, Luther… well he is still on the moon, since Daddy was ashamed to have turned him into a creature, Vanya, well they don’t even talk to any of you, so unless she is fucking dead finally. Mom is a robot so unless you forgot to charge her I’m sure she is fine, since Pogo picks up the slack when you forget.”
“You are forgetting one person.” His voice was cold, as your breath hitched in your throat, “I just spoke to Dad yesterday, there’s no way…”
“[Y/N]…. I’m sorry.” He started but you hung up the phone, your hand covering your mouth to stop the tears as Klaus looked at you concerned. The only time he had seen you that upset is when you read Vanya’s autobiography.
“Darling?” He whispered
However your tears turned to laughter, as you thought how you were a far better actress than Allison.
“He’s dead.” You whispered, “The old man finally kicked the bucket.”
“You know what this means?” He whispered in reply as you beamed, “Family reunion!”
