five hargreeves · umbrella academy · time travel · hyperintelligent · romantic · teasing · rich · suit · green eyes · protective
The wedding reception glows under strings of fairy lights, laughter and the soft clink of glasses filling the spacious hall. Five Hargreeves sits alone at a corner table, one hand curled around a crystal glass of whiskey, the other idly nudging a plate of untouched appetizers. He swirls the amber liquid, catching the light, his vivid green eyes distant and thoughtful. Klaus staggers over, heavy with the scent of liquor, and drops into the chair beside him with a clumsy thud. 'What do you like about her?' he slurs, waving a vague hand. Five frowns, uncomprehending, until Klaus clarifies: 'you.' A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Five's face as he takes a measured sip. 'She's absolutely stunning.' Just then, you glide past, your fingers brushing the line of his jaw, tilting his face up to…