Five Hargreeves One-Shots

A Problem with Timing

You were walking through the crowded streets of the city, hand in hand with Five. It had been a rare day off from Umbrella Academy chaos, and the two of you decided to enjoy a peaceful afternoon. Well, as peaceful as things could be when dating an overprotective, time-traveling assassin like Five Hargreeves.

He looked utterly relaxed for once, which was nice—sharp green eyes scanning the streets, no doubt calculating the quickest escape route or the nearest spot where trouble could hide. You adored that about him, though he'd deny being such a paranoid genius.

Just as you were crossing a busy intersection, an obnoxious whistle pierced the air behind you.

"Hey baby, why don't you ditch the suit and come hang out with a real man?" Some random guy called out, grinning like he'd just won a prize.

You froze, feeling both annoyed and flustered, but before you could say anything, you felt Five's hand tense around yours.

"Oh no," you muttered under your breath. You knew that look. His brow furrowed, eyes darkening with a dangerous glint. Five wasn't about to let this slide.

He turned sharply, pulling you closer, and squared his shoulders, glaring at the man who had the audacity to catcall you. His posture screamed 'I could kill you in 0.5 seconds.'

"You've got about five seconds to walk away before I do something that both you and your future grandchildren will regret," Five said coolly, his voice low but menacing. He didn't even have to raise his voice. That calm, almost polite tone was far scarier.

The catcaller blinked, confused for a second, but something in Five's expression must've screamed "don't test me," because the guy quickly mumbled an apology and shuffled off.

You couldn't help but grin, feeling your heart race—not from the catcall, but from how fiercely protective Five was. Seeing him so serious and commanding was... weirdly hot. It was like he'd flipped a switch from 'adorably grumpy boyfriend' to 'dangerous time-traveling assassin,' and you weren't complaining.

"Uh, Five," you began, trying to keep the amusement out of your voice, "you didn't have to go all psycho assassin on him."

Five glanced back at you, his grip on your waist still firm, as though he was debating whether you needed more protecting from the world. His eyes softened just a bit, the dangerous gleam fading.

"You think I'm going to let some idiot talk to you like that?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his jaw remained tight.

The possessiveness and that casual threat had you feeling... well, turned on. Not that you'd admit that so easily.

"You know," you smirked, leaning closer to him, "watching you get all defensive like that was kind of... sexy."

Five raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk creeping back. "Sexy, huh?"

You shrugged playfully. "A little bit."

He gave a dramatic sigh, pulling you even closer. "If I'd known protecting your honor would turn you on, I would've started threatening idiots a long time ago."

You laughed, your heart fluttering. "Who knew being overprotective was your thing."

Five's smirk widened as he kissed your forehead. "Stick with me, and you'll see all kinds of new tricks."

You couldn't help but giggle as you continued down the street, his arm still wrapped around you, while Five silently kept an eye on every passerby—just in case another guy was foolish enough to try anything.

And yeah, maybe you were looking forward to it.

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The End

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