Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

- Unsurprised -

So I noticed some of you have taken quite a shine to Arthur! This actually makes me really happy, because his personality is basically if I had a child with my dream boy (who's low-key Deku but anyway-). Additionally, no, he is not named after Arthur Weasley, he's actually named after Arthur Pendragon from the anime Seven Deadly Sins!

Warning: None, just some bickering between the boys.

Hey, also, there's also a small note at the bottom I'd love for you guys to read/comment on (Nothing bad, promise 😉)!

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When you woke up, you discovered that you were on the couch, lying on something firm, but not hard, and that a heartbeat was just under your ear. Just as quickly, you realized that there were two arms around your body, and that those arms belonged to the same adolescent that was sleeping with a ferret curled up on his collarbone. Lifting your head from Arthur's chest, the corner of your mouth tugged upward at the sight of his sleeping face, you knew full and well that he didn't get enough sleep as it was.

Somehow, you managed to slither out from between his arms, replacing your body with an overstuffed pillow the two of you had found in a department store. However, it wasn't you slipping into the kitchen to make coffee that woke up the pale individual; it was the squeaking of a ferret that had just realized you were gone. You realized the redhead was awake when a sleepy groan sounded off - you suspected Dzie had hit him with his tail or something. His head of ruffled hair peered over the back of the couch and he squinted at you.

"What time is it?" he yawned, picking up Dzie as he exited the small living room.

You examined him, noting that he was in the same navy sweater and black slacks from the previous day. "Time for you to get a new outfit," you chuckled, turning back to the coffee that you imagined was almost done. "But seriously, just go back to sleep."

He was silent, probably looking for a clock. "Not happening, I've slept late enough as it is."

You barked out a laugh, "It's barely eight o'clock."

"Exactly," he whined. "I have to get down to the shop soon, Dad wanted to see me."

You poured yourself a mug the way you liked, nodding. "I'll take you - I mean, obviously I'm heading there anyway, but I have to drop off my bike at the mechanic's down by the depository, the engine started sounding funny last night."

"Definitely not because you went from zero to a hundred in two seconds last night," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

You exhaled through your nose while holding back a chuckle, "Touché."

Five

Back at Elliot's, I was looking over the pictures of the other members of the Umbrella Academy, studying the definition and contrast of every curve, line, and shadow of the captured images. "These pictures . . . did you develop them yourself?" I queried, glancing at him over my shoulder.

"Obviously," he answered after a short bout of what sounded like chewing. "You can't take pictures like these just anywhere, the government is always watching."

I quirked an eyebrow at him curiously, "Then where's your dark room? I never saw one when I came in."

He lazily gestured with his spoon over towards the kitchen, "The, uh, the closet in the hallway. I turned it into one."