Number Five Imagines

Capable of terrible things

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: This was a request from a nice person on Tumblr-

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Brutal deaths, Angst

The fight between the Umbrella Academy and the Sparrows had reached a fever pitch.

Blows were exchanged in blurs of sound and light, powers clashing and roaring against each other within the crumbling walls of what used to be the Umbrella Academy—now claimed by the Sparrows in this strange alternate timeline.

Five moved like a shadow among them, teleporting to land swift strikes, dodging attacks with impossible precision. His only focus—keep Y/n safe.

Y/n, who had somehow been dragged into this mess, was staying close to the wall, trying to avoid the worst of the chaos. She wasn't helpless, not by a long shot, but this wasn't her fight. It was never supposed to be.

Then Marcus caught sight of her. Maybe he thought taking her out would give the Sparrows an edge. Maybe he just saw red in the heat of battle.

It happened in an instant. A flash of movement—Marcus's fist slammed brutally into Y/n's side, sending her flying across the room. She hit the marble floor with a sickening thud, her body going still.

Five heard the sound before he saw it. He turned—and the world snapped into shards around him.

The noise of the battle faded into a high-pitched ringing in his ears. His breath caught, chest seizing in panic. For a heartbeat, he couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

Then rage took over.

Five vanished from sight, the force of his power rattling the very air.

He appeared behind Marcus. The blade of a heavy decorative axe, ripped from the wall, gleamed wickedly in his hand.

The first swing buried itself in Marcus's spine, the second in his head.

Before the body even hit the floor, Five teleported again, appearing behind Alphonso, and with another brutal arc of the axe, ended him too.

Again. And again.

Blood sprayed the walls like paint. The Sparrows didn't stand a chance. Five wasn't fighting like a trained assassin. He was fighting like a man possessed—like a husband who had just seen his entire world torn from him.

Fei's crows shrieked and scattered as she and her two severed arms fell, her eyes wide in terror. Jayme managed a strangled gasp before the axe severed her head from the rest of her body.

Even Christopher, the telekinetic cube, was not spared—Five's rage pulsing through the air until the cube shattered into a thousand glittering shards.

In the end, only Sloane and Ben remained, frozen in place, too terrified to even blink. Sloane raised her hands. Ben just stared, pale and wide-eyed.

The living room fell into silence.

Bodies—broken and bloodied—lay scattered like ragdolls across the once-pristine floors. Blood pooled in sticky, gleaming puddles around them.

Five stood among the wreckage, covered in blood, the axe dripping crimson at his side. His chest heaved with every breath, every heartbeat thundering in his ears.

And then—

A sound so soft it barely cut through the haze of fury in his mind.

"Five...?"

He spun around, his entire body jerking like he'd been shot.

Y/n stirred weakly, groaning, blinking up at him with dazed, pain-glazed eyes.

"Y/n," he choked out, dropping the axe with a heavy clang and stumbling toward her.

He dropped to his knees, gathering her into his arms as gently as he could, cradling her like something breakable. His hands shook against her back, holding her too tight, like he could shield her from any further harm.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered into her hair. His voice cracked, raw and broken. "I thought you were—"

Y/n, still half-dazed, lifted a trembling hand to his cheek. "I'm... okay," she whispered, though the pain in her voice said otherwise.

Behind them, the others watched in stunned silence.

Klaus looked like he'd just seen a ghost. "Holy sh—," he started, but Diego elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"Let them have this moment," Allison murmured.

Viktor just stared, heartbroken by the devastation and moved by the fierce, desperate love he saw in Five.

Five kissed Y/n's forehead over and over, whispering her name like a prayer, grounding himself in the feel of her heartbeat against him.

"I'll always protect you," he muttered fiercely. "Always. No matter what."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears. "I know," she whispered back. "I love you, Five."

"I love you too," he rasped.

He helped her to her feet carefully, his hand never leaving her. Blood smeared her jeans and his suit, but neither of them cared.

As they limped toward the door, Klaus finally broke the silence with a shaky laugh. "Well... remind me to never get on Five's bad side. Like, ever."

Sloane and Ben, still standing there in horror, exchanged a glance and quietly agreed not to move a muscle.

Once outside, the warm air hit them, and Five slung his arm around Y/n's shoulders, half-carrying her.

Y/n leaned into him, feeling the exhaustion seeping into her bones. "You went a little overboard," she said softly, teasing.

Five huffed a tired, humorless laugh. "He hit my wife. He can be glad that it was a quick death."

Y/n nodded faintly and squeezed his hand.

Later that night at the hotel, after she had been checked out by Allison to make sure she was okay, Five lay beside her in bed.

Y/n curled into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"You scared me," she whispered into the dark.

"You scared me first," Five said, voice raw. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "I would've razed the world if you hadn't woken up."

"I believe you," Y/n murmured, her smile sleepy but full of love.

"I don't regret what I did," Five added after a pause. "But... I don't want you to have to see that side of me again."

"I don't care," Y/n whispered. "I love all of you. Even the scary parts."

Five closed his eyes, pulling her closer.

For the first time in a long time, he let himself fall asleep without fear—because she was there. Alive. In his arms. His home, his everything.

And he would never, ever let anything hurt her again.