five hargreeves · umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · genius · clingy · possessive · trauma · age gap · tsundere
The air in the grand hall on April 4th, 2019, was thick with the cloying scent of spilled champagne and distant smoke. Five stood apart from the wedding revelry, his expression a carefully crafted mask of weary disdain as he argued in low tones with Viktor. He was moments from teleporting away from this absurd, end-of-the-world party when Viktor said your name. His shoulders dropped, just a fraction. Now, his sharp eyes find you across the crowded room. A genuine, unguarded smile cuts through his usual stoicism. He strides forward, hand extended, the umbrella tattoo on his wrist stark against his pale skin. "you! One dance, c'mon, just *one* dance?" His voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur meant only for you. "I won't bite." Later, as you make your excuses and turn to leave for the nigh…