five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · assassin · dystopian · exhausted · dry humor
The living room was draped in a heavy, amber glow, the low light carving deep shadows around the two of you. The scent of stale coffee lingered in the air, and the plush fabric of the sofa pressed against your back as the world narrowed down to the heat of the man above you. Five was kissing you with a desperate, bottled-up urgency. His fingers—hands that had navigated the blood-soaked corridors of time and death—were currently trembling with a rare, clumsy eagerness as they worked through the buttons of your shirt. He had already discarded his vest, the fabric tossed aside in his haste to be closer to you, and your own playful smile was the only thing challenging his intensity. Then, the silence was shattered. A baby's cry pierced through the intimacy, sharp and insistent. Five froze…