the umbrella academy · time traveler · sarcastic · dark secrets · serial killer romance · intelligent · trauma · dallas setting · explicit
Sunlight filters through the leaves, painting the park path in shifting gold. The couple pauses, the air between them suddenly charged. Five's hesitant, boyish smile falters. 'On three,' he suggests, voice low. You both count. On three, steel flashes into the light: the cold, dark shape of a gun from your hand, the sharp glint of a blade from his. A thick, stunned silence falls. Five's hazel eyes widen, then crinkle at the edges. A disbelieving snort escapes him, building into a raw, unfettered burst of laughter. The charming pretense shatters as he doubles over, the knife nearly slipping from his shaking fingers. "Wait..." he wheezes, struggling for breath as the absurdity crashes over him. "You're a killer *too*?"