Five Hargreeves x Reader (Oneshots and Headcanons)

Midnight Revelations

Warnings: angst, fluff (most of my fics are like that in case you hadn't noticed LOL)

Ok so let's get something straight.

You weren't one of the 43, but you were a close friend of the seven members of the eccentric Umbrella Academy.

Not that their adopted dad, Reginald, knew anything about you or your friendship with the children. If he knew, he'd lose it. You didn't even have powers! What good were you? In his eyes, you were probably useless.

So you and the seven kids kept your friendship a secret.

Most nights, you'd slip out of your house and around the corner to the Academy, where you'd open up the window in one of the dozens of unused rooms, clamber through, and make your way as silently as possible up the stairs to your best friend's room.

Five was your best friend. He didn't know why, when you were so helpful and popular and he was an odd misfit that had never even been to an actual school. Not to mention that you were pretty ... really, really pretty ... .

Those were the thoughts rushing through his head when he should have been focusing on training. His sparring partner, Diego, noticed and, like any loving brother, took the opportunity to earn some praise from his mentor and punched Five right in the face.

"Get up, Number Five," Reginald said without looking up from his journal.

Five had fallen ungracefully and in quite an undignified manner to the ground, blood dripping from his nose. He swallowed the pain and the embarrassment and forced himself to his feet, facing his brother with eyes burning from anger and tears.

He wasn't himself for the rest of the fight. Slower, still doing every move perfectly, but more slowly than he usually would, which resulted in him losing the fight and Reginald glaring at him.

"Number Five, I expect much more from you at all times. Go to your room."

Even though the kids were supposed to head to dinner after their training, Five obeyed silently, which was so unlike him that it caused his siblings to exchange horrified and worried glances among themselves.

He collapsed on his bed with a groan, not even noticing the shadow standing in the corner until a pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders, pressing him against the bed.

"Guessssssss who!"

He swore that his heart stopped when you grabbed him, panic gripping him for a brief moment until he was met by your bright eyes and eager smile. "Y/N! What the hell?!?" The relief he felt at the sight of you was short lived, quickly replaced by anger. "You practically gave me a heart attack!"

You rolled your eyes and flopped down on his chest, making his heart speed up. "You're such an overdramatic nerd."

He pushed you off of him, though it killed him to do so. Then again, it would kill him even more if you heard his heart pounding when you cuddled with him. "Sorry I wasn't expecting you to be waiting in my room like a stalker," he shot back, though it was playful banter. The two of you were like that.

You shrugged and snuggled closer to him again, being your usual touch-starved self. "I was bored, and the fire escape to your window looked awfully inviting."

He sighed and let his head rest against yours as you buried your nose in the crook of his neck. "You're a great friend," you mumbled against his neck, pressing a kiss there.

He shivered. "Thank you."

You lifted your head and looked him in the eye. "Why are you bleeding?"

Oh. Right. He quickly wiped it away with his sleeve. "No, it's nothing Y/N, don't worry about it-"

You were already sitting up and staring at him. "What happened?"

He clenched his jaw and stood up. "It's nothing, okay? I'm fine, just got a little scuffed up, that's all!"

"You're nose was bleeding!"

"So? It's just a little blood!"

"It could get infected!"

"Will you just quit worrying about me all the time Y/N?" he snarled, whirling around to glare at you. "It's exhausting!"

Your eyes went wide and you stared at him, your hand covering your mouth in shock. He realized how angry his tone had been and took a step back from you, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've snapped like that. You don't deserve it."

You swallowed and looked at the wall, feeling the tears you had felt moments before dissipate. "I just don't want you to get hurt. I hate it when you get hurt, or when you're sad or frustrated. This place is hell, I know. I wish you didn't have to stay here. I wish you could just leave and get away from here, to a better place."

"This place is fine," he said quietly. You cast him a quizzical look, and he shrugged sheepishly, something so out of character for him your jaw almost dropped. "I mean, you're here. You're ... you're always around. Which is a good thing, I promise. I ... love you."

silence.

"As a friend or as something more?" you asked at last, still frozen. Your mind was moving at a million thoughts a second, but you stood stock still.

He was silent for a moment, clearly hesitating. "I ... uh ... why do you ask?"

Without missing a beat, though your face was beat red, you replied, "So I know if I should kiss you or not."

He stared at you in surprise, and you took a step closer. "'Course the blood could make it messy, but-"

He pulled you into a hug, and you smiled, your head resting on his shoulder. "I want to kiss you but Allison went off on Diego last week for not asking a girl for consent before he touched her, and an angry Allison is the last thing I want."

"Wow, you're scared of an angry Allison?" you teased, pulling away from him and cupping his cheek in your hand.

He leaned toward you but you pressed your finger to his lips and he laughed. "Ask permission, lover boy, or I'll tell your sister."

He rested his forehead against yours. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes," and you pressed your lips to his, forgetting everything else.

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