Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Five Hargreeves

Happy Together (Five x Reader) // The Umbrella Academy
Credit to @imaginedisish on tumblr

A/N: Five is not 15 in this imagine!!!! He is a normal 20 something year old human...and so is the reader!!! This is kinda like an alternative universe sorta thing.

Rays of sun reach their fingertips through the ancient curtains above you. The dust particles that had accumulated upon the books surrounding you glow as each individual spec basks in the light. To your right, sitting properly next to you on the plush couch, was a well-read copy of The Great Gatsby, your favorite novel.

You look down at the coffee that rested between your hands, the steam radiating off of it slowly dissipating, cueing you to finally take a sip of the bitter liquid. Grace hums a tune as she passes through the dark library, duster in hand.

"Grace," You call out, and Grace immediately stops to face you, "Do you know where Five is?" Just as Grace opens her mouth to answer your question, a loud clanging sound erupts from above you.

"Goddamn it!" A familiar voice shouts, followed by the violent thumping of footsteps down the stairs.

The footsteps continue, the sound of the dress shoes against the cold tile echoes throughout the academy, until finally Five appears in front of you. He looks disheveled, exhausted, and incredibly angry. You hadn't seen him like this since you saved the world together. He looked so distraught, something was clearly wrong.

Five begins to pace back and forth, his hands traveling to rub his eyes every now and then. You want to say something, but you know he's far too lost in thought to answer. Finally, Five stops, and walks towards the bar at the end of the library.

You hear Five rummaging through the bottles of liquor. You turn around to see an expensive bottle of whiskey in his right hand. With his left, he grabs a short, crystal glass, and he begins to pour away.

"F-five, is everything okay?" You ask quietly. Five stops his pouring, and slams the bottle of whiskey on the counter.

He looks up at you, a vulnerable haze of fear presents itself across Five's face before once again masking itself in an angry and distant gaze. "Everything is just golden," Five remarks sarcastically, taking a generous swig of alcohol from his glass.

You decide to ignore his tone as to not start a fight with him, and instead stand up from the couch and walk over to him. You pull out a stool, and sit down. Five remains where he is, on the other side.

"Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to make it come out of you?" You ask, jokingly. That was your power, you had the ability to make people tell the truth. You could also read minds and freeze time, which made you a perfect foil to Five, who could move through it.

"It's The Commission..." Five trails off, taking another sip of his whiskey. "They know what we did." Your jaw drops. How the hell did they find out so quickly? You think to yourself.