#fluffyaugust

FLUFF❣️ FLUFFY AUGUST 2025🖇️

🎶Inspired by “Dream Girl” – Crisaunt

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine, Secret Pining, You’re Not Just a Dream

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Summary: Five has spent years convincing himself you’re just a figment of his mind — a relic from a past he never had time to protect. But when you show up again, very real and very alive, he’s forced to confront the possibility that some dreams are worth chasing — especially if they dream back.

You always had a strange effect on him.

Back when the apocalypse was still a ticking clock in his brain and blood on his hands, you were the only softness that didn’t fade. Always in color. Always smiling, even when the world around you was crumbling. A girl who offered him tea in the middle of chaos, who kissed him between war zones and grocery store aisles, who didn’t care about timelines or physics or fate.

You were his dream girl — but only in the cruelest way. A hallucination. A possibility. A whisper from the version of life he never got to live.

Until now.

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“Are you going to say something,” you ask, crossing your arms, “or just keep staring at me like I crawled out of one of your regrets?”

Five’s heart stutters.

You look the same. Not exactly — older, sure, wiser maybe. But the smile is the same. And he hasn’t seen that smile in years.

“I thought you were gone,” he finally says.

You tilt your head. “You didn’t even look for me.”

He flinches at that. “That’s not true.”

“Then why did you disappear?”

His voice cracks, barely audible. “Because I thought you weren’t real.”

You step forward, closer. Close enough for him to smell your perfume — the same one, god, how was it the same?

“I’m not a ghost, Five.”

“I know.”

“I bleed. I cry. I waited.”

“I know,” he breathes again. “I’m sorry.”

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He’d imagined this moment so many times. What he’d say. What you’d do. How you’d slap him, or walk away, or laugh in his face and say he was a fool.

But you don’t.

You just sigh, and step even closer. He tenses.

“Do I feel like a dream now?”

You take his hand and bring it to your cheek. He swears time stops. The apocalypse could happen again and he wouldn’t blink.

“No,” he says. “You feel like a miracle.”

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He walks you back to your place. It’s quiet. His coat brushes against your shoulder, and he lets it. Neither of you rush.

“Was I really that good in your memories?” you ask suddenly, teasing.

He doesn’t even hesitate. “You were the only good thing in them.”

You stop walking.

He thinks he went too far. But you look at him like you’re about to cry and laugh at the same time.

“So what now?” you whisper. “You’re just… here again? Do we try to start over?”

“No,” Five says, stepping into your space, brushing a thumb along your jaw. “We pick up exactly where we left off. You kiss me again, and I promise not to disappear this time.”

You look up at him, eyes searching, and then — just like that — your lips are on his, warm and soft and not a dream.

He exhales into your mouth. Anchored. Awake.

Home.

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FLUFF ❣️ FLUFFY AUGUST 🖇️

🎵 Inspired by the song “Young and Dumb” – Cigarettes After Sex

Theme: Late-night nostalgia, reckless love, emotional intimacy

Summary: You and Klaus were inseparable in your youth — rebels with no cause, hearts stitched together by impulsive decisions and whispered secrets in the dark. Years later, Klaus shows up at your door again, barefoot and bleeding and smiling like nothing’s changed.

The rain had started again — soft, slow, like it didn’t want to disturb anyone. The kind of rain that made your apartment feel like a postcard. Faded neon from the corner store bled into your windows. You were sitting on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, a half-finished mug of tea on the table, and a lifetime of silence in your hands.

Then: three knocks.

Not loud. Just… familiar.

You opened the door and there he was — Klaus Hargreeves, exactly as you remembered him and also entirely wrecked. Barefoot, bleeding slightly from the knuckles, eyeliner smudged, hair clinging to his face like a wet promise.

“Klaus?” you breathed.

“Hi, love,” he said, like no time had passed. “You still make that mint tea that tastes like summer, or did I dream that?”

You didn’t ask what happened. You never did. That was always your curse with him — you let Klaus Hargreeves in like gravity, like you didn’t know better, like being young and dumb still lived in your bloodstream.

He dropped onto your couch with the same familiarity as he used to drop acid: casual, careless, and with both eyes closed.

“You shouldn’t have come,” you whispered, handing him a towel.

“Yeah,” he said, accepting it with a grin. “But I did. Like always.”

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You remember the nights you ran away together — not from anyone, really, just from the tight ache of being too much in a world that asked for less. You remember his hand in yours at 2am, your laughter bouncing off alley walls like fireworks. He used to kiss you like he was drowning and you were the only air he trusted.

“I missed you,” he says now, drying off his fingers, your towel now stained with little flecks of blood and eyeliner.

You should tell him to go. You should remind him of the last time — the words thrown, the promises broken, the long drives in opposite directions.

But instead, you say:

“Wanna stay the night?”

He blinks at you, lashes still damp. “I always wanna stay, sweetheart. I just never know if I’m allowed to.”

You sit beside him, legs touching.

“You never needed permission. That was the problem.”

He laughs quietly.

“You’re still so beautiful. That also… kinda the problem.”

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It’s past midnight when you end up in your old T-shirt, the one he used to steal. He finds it on the corner of your bed and holds it like it’s proof that none of it was a dream.

Lying there, you speak into the dark.

“Do you ever think… maybe we were just young and dumb?”

Klaus turns to you, eyes heavy but honest.

“Maybe. But I’d rather be young and dumb with you than old and wise without you.”

You smile — soft, broken, real. And then he’s kissing you like the years didn’t happen. Like neon lights and rainy nights and bad decisions were still poetry in your veins.

And for the first time in a long time, you let him stay.

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FLUFF❣️ + ANGST ❤️‍🩹 FLUFFY AUGUST

🎶Inspired by “Bruises” – Lewis Capaldi

Trope: Second Chances, Hurt/Comfort, I Can’t Lose You Again

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

📝 Word Count: ~1,060 words

Summary: After disappearing from your life without warning, Five shows up again — bruised, broken, and convinced you’re better off without him. But neither of you can ignore the truth: some scars only heal when you stop running.

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The first time you saw him again, he was bleeding.

Not the metaphorical kind — though you knew there was plenty of that — but real, dark stains blooming across the sleeve of his shirt. He was leaning against your doorframe, looking like he’d walked through hell to get there.

“Five?” you whispered, every nerve in your body going tense.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough. “Can I… come in?”

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You wanted to slam the door. You wanted to drag him inside and fix him. You wanted to scream until the walls cracked.

“You left,” you said instead.

His jaw tightened. “I had to.”

“No explanation? No goodbye?”

“If I explained, you would’ve followed me. And if you followed me, you’d be dead.”

You hated that you couldn’t argue with that.

“I thought you were dead,” you said, the words breaking halfway out of you.

Five’s gaze softened, and for a second, you saw it — guilt. The real kind. The kind that doesn’t fade.

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You patched him up in the kitchen, your hands steadier than your breathing. He didn’t complain, just watched you like he was memorizing the shape of your face.

“I missed you,” he murmured.

You looked up at him. “Liar.”

“Not even close,” he said, lips twitching in the smallest smile. “I thought about you every day. Every. Day.”

You swallowed hard. “You’re still a jerk.”

He smirked. “Your jerk.”

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It didn’t last.

Two days later, he was packing again. Not a suitcase — Five never packed like a normal person — just a coat and a gun and that look in his eyes.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you said, blocking the door.

“There’s someone I need to find.”

“What about me?” you snapped. “Do I get a warning this time? Or do I just wake up and you’re gone again?”

He looked at you, pain heavy in his voice.

“If I don’t go, someone’s going to hurt you.”

“And if you do go, you’ll hurt me anyway.”

For a second, it was silent except for the sound of your breathing. Then he stepped forward, pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. And he left.

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It took him three weeks to come back.

This time, you didn’t yell. You didn’t patch him up. You just stared at him from the couch, a blanket wrapped around you, trying to decide if you were allowed to forgive him.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

Five walked over, dropped onto the couch beside you.

“Because I realized I’m not scared of dying,” he said quietly. “I’m scared of losing you.”

You bit your lip, the truth sitting heavy in your chest. “You already did. Twice.”

“Then let me make it the last time.”

He took your hand. His fingers were cold, but they fit around yours like they belonged there.

You didn’t say yes. You didn’t say no. You just leaned into him, feeling the steady thump of his heart against your side.

For the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe him.

FLUFF❣️ + slight SMUT❤️‍🔥 FLUFFY AUGUST🖇️

Masterlist☀️

🎶 Inspired by “Kill of the Night” – Gin Wigmore

Trope: Partners in Crime, Vigilante Romance, Dangerous Flirtation

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

📝 Word Count: ~3,050 words

Summary: In which being with Five means running headfirst into danger and somehow coming out laughing — and maybe with blood on your hands.

BONUS DRABBLES FOR EACH - CHECK MASTERLIST

1. How Five would react if someone threatened you

Five never wastes words when he’s angry — he just tilts his head like he’s deciding how to dismantle the person in front of him, piece by piece. The moment someone so much as breathes a threat in your direction, there’s a shift in his body language — sharp, still, predatory.

You’d try to step in, to de-escalate.

He’d just glance at you and say, “Close your eyes for a minute, sweetheart.”

By the time you open them, the threat is gone — literally. The air feels heavier, the room quieter, and he’s back at your side, brushing imaginary dust off your shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he says. “I hate wasting time.”

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2. How Five would act on a mission with you

He’s precise, methodical… until you’re involved. Then, it’s like his plans adapt in real time to your chaos. You leap over a bar counter to escape gunfire, he’s there in an instant, teleporting beside you with a muttered, “Reckless maniac,” even though you catch the edge of a grin.

You cover each other’s blind spots like it’s muscle memory. Your adrenaline is high, your banter sharper than the blades you both carry.

“Did you have to set that on fire?” he shouts over the noise.

“Yes!”

“God, I love you,” he mutters — like he doesn’t even realize he said it.

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3. How Five would flirt during danger

Some people flirt over drinks. Five flirts over chaos.

Bullets are flying, enemies are shouting, and he leans toward you, voice low enough to curl heat into your stomach:

“If we make it out of here alive, I’m kissing you like you just saved the world.”

You grin mid-fight. “What if I don’t make it?”

He catches your wrist, spins you out of harm’s way. “Then I’m kissing you now.”

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4. How Five would protect you without admitting it

Five isn’t the type to say “be careful”. He just quietly changes the variables so you don’t get hurt. You’ll notice the way he teleports slightly ahead of you every time you turn a blind corner. Or how he insists on walking on the side closest to the road.

When you confront him about it, he scoffs.

“You think I’m protecting you? No, I just know you’re accident-prone and I’d rather not scrape you off the pavement.”

But you’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention. It’s not annoyance. It’s relief.

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5. How Five would act after a close call

He’s furious. Not at you — but at himself for letting the situation get that far.

You’d be sitting on the edge of some grimy safehouse bed, adrenaline fading into exhaustion, and he’d drop to his knees in front of you, checking for injuries. His hands aren’t gentle — they’re desperate.

“Next time, I’m not letting you leave my sight,” he growls.

“That’s a little possessive,” you tease, trying to lighten the air.

He doesn’t smile. “It’s survival.”

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6. How Five would handle your enemies

Swiftly. Permanently. No questions asked.

If someone crosses you, they’ve crossed him — and Five’s list of grudges is long and merciless. You might never know the details, but you’ll notice the way those people stop showing up in your life.

When you catch him once, wiping blood from his hands, he just says, “Don’t ask. You’ll sleep better.”

But later, when you’re curled in bed, he tucks a blanket tighter around you and kisses the top of your head.

“You’re safe now,” he whispers, like a vow.

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7. How Five would calm you after the chaos

Adrenaline makes your hands shake. Five notices immediately — you don’t even have to tell him. He’ll drag you into a quiet corner, press a coffee into your hands (even if he had to steal it), and stand in front of you, blocking the world out.

“You’re alright,” he says, voice firm.

“I don’t feel alright,” you admit.

“That’s okay. I’ll hold it together for both of us.”

And he does. Every damn time.

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8. How Five would react if you got hurt

He goes silent — which is somehow worse than shouting. You’ve never seen someone look so cold and so on fire at the same time. He deals with the threat first — fast, brutal, efficient — then he’s kneeling beside you, teleporting you somewhere safe before you can argue.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he says, voice breaking on the last word. His forehead rests against yours, and you can feel how badly he’s shaking.

“Five…”

“I mean it. You’re all I’ve got.”

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9. How Five would act in victory

When a mission goes flawlessly (or as close as possible), his mood shifts. He’s smug, sharper with his wit, and maybe even a little reckless himself. You catch him stealing glances at you like he’s memorizing the sight of you alive and whole.

Back at whatever passes for “home,” he’ll pour you a drink and sit close enough that your knees touch.

“See? I told you we’d make it.”

You roll your eyes. “Barely.”

He smirks. “Barely still counts.”

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10. How Five would confess (in his own way)

Five doesn’t do grand speeches. His version of a confession is quieter, more deliberate. You’d be patching him up after a fight, and he’d catch your hand mid-motion.

“You know you’re stuck with me, right?” he says.

You laugh. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“A promise. And maybe a threat, depending on how you look at it.”

⸻

By the time you finish cleaning him up, he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped tight around you.

“Partners in crime,” you murmur.

Masterlist☀️

• Young and dumb - Klaus Hargreeves /Umbrella Academy 🎶

• Dream girl - Five Hargreeves/Umbrella Academy🎶

• Kill of the night - Five Hargreeves/Umbrella Academy🎶