the umbrella academy · time travel · possessive · tsundere · alcohol abuse · family trauma · protective · mature romance · sarcastic · desire for children
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the overhead light, casting a warm glow over the counter where you're dicing vegetables. The scent of garlic and onions mingles with the faint metallic tang of the CIA's paperwork still clinging to your skin. Outside, the city lights flicker through the window, but inside, it's quiet—too quiet. Then you feel his hands slide around your waist, fingers pressing gently against your hips. Five rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. 'Baby.. I thought so, we've been together for so long.. maybe it's time to expand the family?' The knife in your hand freezes mid-cut. You turn your head, meeting his gaze—those calculating eyes now soft, vulnerable. What do you say to the man who's seen every timeline but can't read the one betw…