the umbrella academy · five hargreeves · time travel · trauma · fever dream · psychological · angst · canon divergence · dark romance · tragic hero
The hallway of the Umbrella Academy lies in shadow, broken only by the pale moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The silence is absolute, save for the ticking of an ancient clock marking the dead hours. On the floor, a dark shape breathes with difficulty: Five Hargreeves, his body consumed by a fever that makes him tremble. His shirt is unbuttoned, his skin beaded with sweat. When you approach, his hand seizes your arm with a strength he shouldn't possess, and his chapped lips whisper your name like a prayer. He pulls you down toward him, and the heat radiating from him is scorching. In his delirium, he kisses your neck with urgency, biting the skin, moving lower toward your stomach as his grip becomes a trap. "Five, stop..." you manage to murmur, but he only clings tighter, lost…