Title: The Touch

Summary: She is forbidden fruit under the shade of poison tree on a hot summer day. – Matt Baker, Five and Vanya and touching, M for future chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Umbrella Academy.


He didn't like touches. Ever since he was a little boy, he despised them. Whether it was the nanny, Grace, Pogo or anyone of his siblings, he felt like he was being suffocated by them even if they just took his hand. He didn't like to touch others either. When it was in combat, he didn't mind it so much, but if it was for some other reason, he avoided at all cost. So it became a rule, people didn't touch Number Five and Number Five didn't touch people.

There was only one exception to this rule as there is to all the rules.

Number Seven, the ordinary one.

He never minded touches from Number Seven. Whether it was the way she softly tapped the back of his hand to get his attention when he got lost in his thoughts or the way their fingers linger a bit too long when they were exchanging something to each other. Her touches didn't fell aggressive or made him feel like he was being pushed into a small room he couldn't get out of. They were just so soft almost not even there taking up as little space as possible, just as Number Seven herself.

They were always very brief. Not something he could actually dwell upon, until one particular day that their father decided to test Five's power in a new way. He asked him to take Number One's hand. Neither looked impressed by this, but Number Five full on refused even so stepping away from Number One when he tried to take his hand by force. His father demanded and demanded until he sent Five alone t his room without dinner that day.

As he was laying in his bad someone slide two cookies underneath the door in a napkin. Before he got out of the bed and to the door the hallway was empty though.

His father demanded him to take Number Two's hand the next day and the next one Number Three, but Five refused every time earning himself to skip dinner for three days now each time getting a desert from dinner in the napkin under the bed. After the fourth time, he waited close to the door and teleported outside the moment he saw the small napkin appear earning a startled yelp from Number Seven as he grabbed her wrist in the process to catch his secret food supplier.

'Oh, it's you,' he said surprised. Number Seven looked away embarrassed trying to hid her face behind her bangs from his gaze. She was always so quiet and awkward around all of them.

He didn't ask her about the deserts, and she remained silent as ever which resulted in the two of them standing there in the hallways with Five's hand still on her wrist looking at her.

'Number Five. Number Seven, what is the meaning of this?' asked his father eyeing his hand on Number Seven's wrist suspiciously.

Five let her go, and she apologized quietly before she hurried to her room.

The next day at practise Number Five was surprised to find Seven standing in the gym with them looking a bit overwhelmed that she was allowed to participate.

'Now, Number Five, I want you to take Number Seven's hand,' he told him.

Five still didn't look too impressed, but Number Seven touch never made him feel like someone was crushing his chest, so he simply walked toward her and took her hand into his barely feeling like they were holding hands with the soft grip she was giving him.

His father then ordered him to try and teleport with Number Seven. After an hour of failure, he called it a day. They tried again and again for several weeks with little to know luck. After their father cut it short and said that it was no longer needed at the time. Five started to experience missing the lack of their touches, so he started to pick her hand in his sometimes for a couple of seconds. He started to like how nice their hands felt in each other. Vanya's hands were always so smooth, never sweaty and she always held him nicely without any more pressure than the simple grip. He liked how soft she felt on the touch.

He started to seek out her touch like it was something precious. Something only he was allowed to do. No one really touched Number Seven, no one really paid attention to Number Seven, but he did. He always did.


Five liked it when he took her hand during mealtime when no one was watching. He would look up at her and even if she wasn't looking she would let the smallest of the small smile pull at the corner of her lips before she would hide it with her hair returning her face to a neutral look again.

He liked it even more when she was the one who would link her fingers through his when he was lying on her bed with her, making notes and she was reading. He would be lost in thoughts and equations and formulas and suddenly broken free by her fingers over his linked, her eyes never leaving her book. Her touches were rare because she wasn't as confident as him in being the first one to reach out, but he liked to think he could make her comfortable enough to come around.

Sometimes he would touch her elsewhere. If it was warm and they didn't wear jackets or shirts with long sleeves he would brush her arm with his fingers just to feel its softness. Other times, he would carefully tap her knee causing her to kick into the table before embarrassed leaving the room since she caused everyone's eyes to fall on her. He would feel bad about it but the redness of her face was just too adorable pass up the opportunity to see it again. He started to like seeing her flushed more and more.

His absolute favourite spot to touch, however, he discovered on a hot sunny way, when she had her hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head revealing the back of her neck. He never saw her hair up like that so he never saw the back of her neck either. He stopped on his way passing her room, and just looked at her for a couple of moments as she was sitting on the bed with music sheets all around her in piles of orchestrated mess.

He walked to the room. She had her earphones on so she didn't hear him come in or closer, probably listening to one of her classical music pieces she talked so often about. It was almost the only thing he ever saw her get so passionate about anymore.

Five watched the little pieces of curled hair which couldn't be pushed into the bun, and then the paleness of her skin there at the back of neck.

Before he could stop himself he reached his fingers to stroke her there. When he touched her, however, Seven jerked startled pulling out her earphones and looking back at him, some of the music sheets falling down.

'F-Five?' she looked at him confused with a question behind her big brown eyes. He smiled at her and started to talk about his newest theory on time travelling (something he started to be interested a few days ago). Luckily, she didn't demand explanation to what he was doing, but he couldn't help but feel captivated by the goose bumps which rose her skin the second before she turned around at him. He wanted to touch her there more often.


The first time Five dared to do it again was when once when they were behind closed doors pressed with their shoulders next to each other and their backs against the wall reading their books.

He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, she didn't look, but it didn't mean anything. Number Seven was always a very shy little thing.

Five rose his hand and very slowly let his fingers into her hair. He watched eyes the whole time seeing as they were fixed on one spot in the book. She wasn't reading anymore.

His fingers found her neck and he ever so slightly brushed them again it witnessing as she flinched, but didn't push his hand away or move from the spot on her bed.

He carefully stroke her there before he let his finger go lower through the collar to under her shirt touching her back as far as the shirt allowed him to.

He could hear her breathing speeding up becoming louder, or maybe it was his own. Suddenly the room was filled with someone's breathing as the only source of the sound.

When she finally put the book away, marking the spot with a dog ear, she turned to face him, her eyes expression unreadable, but her eyes shining with excitement.

She leaned closer, slowly, carefully, almost like she was afraid he was the one who could run away before she raised own hand and let it touch his cheek before sliding slowly lower to his lips parting them open a bit. He momentarily had the oddest idea to bit her finger, but didn't do it instead kept his eyes at her as she continued her little examination through his jaw to his neck. Now, he was the one who had to with embarrassment admit that he was probably flushed with how hot his face felt and how quickly his heart was beating against his chest cage.

Her finger stopped right before it would disappear under his own shirt. Their eye met. Neither of them said anything, they just watched each other in silence before there was a knock on the door and Grace told them to come for dinner.

They parted in silence, and didn't talking about it, but during dinner, he let his hand brush her knee and she took it into hers without lifting her eyes of her plate or jerking and causing a commotion.

He couldn't help the smirk that spread through his face from feeling so pleased with himself as his fingers draw little circles on her knuckles.


A.N: Yeah, so I don't even know what to say about this fic. Apart from I guess with my other fic in a slow burn, I feel I need something to let all the kinky and M rated ideas about Vanya and Five out. It will mostly be a series of short one-shots from different periods of their lives.

Enjoy