One day when they were thirteen all the numbers got names, but he still liked to be called Five. It was the first name he ever got and although he didn't feel exactly sentimental about it, he liked it far more than the name mom picked up for him. It didn't sit right in his stomach. Mom suggested she would think up another name, but he refused knowing he wouldn't like any.

He liked his name, Five. He liked the sound of it. He liked how he sometimes heard it whispered next to him in a soft quiet voice which only he could hear as Number Seven wanted to share a thought with him. She rarely talked with the others since their hostility toward her was so clear it made her self-aware and anxious to speak in front of them. But with him she would say things which were on her mind and he enjoyed every one of them knowing she wouldn't say it to anyone else, only him. He was an extraordinary boy, that was what he was told so often it didn't even sound like such a big deal. It started to sound plain especially in a house of six extraordinary kids. Yet, with Number Seven, the ordinary one inside the house of extraordinary kids which made her sort of extraordinary among all of them, thinking of him as the sole confider of her thoughts, it made him feel pretty special in a way, his abilities or intelligence never did. Strange.

The old man didn't seem too interested in his defiance about the whole naming thing. He rarely cared about things like that anyway.

Five was more interested in Number Seven's name. Vanya, as their mother offered them their new names. That day as they one by one went to their mother who gave them a small piece of paper with some information about the name he kept close to Number Seven holding her hand in his with Number Six blocking the view on their hands so they were allowed to touch.

'What if she doesn't have one for me?' he heard the soft voice as they moved the line.

He frowned at the mere idea, that they would all get names and yet Number Seven would be left behind. As usual. It was one of those pesky thoughts which were only alive in her mind because their father and siblings treated her like she didn't belong, like she wasn't one of them. Five wished he could burn those thoughts to ash the way Number Four burnt papers in his room sometimes. As cruel as it sounded, the idea was not uncalled for, the old man showed plenty of cruelly toward Number Seven. If he wanted to he could have said, she wasn't good enough to have a name.

He squeezed her hand, 'Then we will find some book about names and find you a one.'

He heard her gasp at that, and he couldn't help a smirk. Yes, it would be nice to spent time in the library together behind the shelves again and talk about names and which would fit her. Something nice. Something soft. Something special. Something only hers which she was allowed to have. Something which she didn't need have powers, or be a part of the Umbrella Academy to have. Something hers.

Fortunately or unfortunately, mom did pick up a name for Number Seven and handed her a piece of paper like the rest of them.

Five stood close as she unfolded it and read in silence before her lips pulled into the most warming smile he ever saw her make outside of their private moments.

He felt others looking at her as well, but when she looked up her eyes immediately found his.

'Vanya.'

Oh...

He didn't think much of the naming. He understood that as kids in the real world they should have names, but he didn't feel anyway special about it the way Number Three did as she wouldn't shut up about it for a week. It was just a name. Letters combined in a word which would be used to talk to or about a person. And yet...

Hers fit her so perfectly.

That night, Number Seven, now Vanya, sneaked into his room though, for the very first time. He had been playing with the idea of sneaking into hers every once and a while, just to be near her even more, just to touch her a bit longer, but he didn't go through with it, knowing they needed to sleep, to rest, to get ready for the next day and telling himself that they would see each other in a couple of hours. Sometimes it worked and he fell asleep. Other times, it was like he ached for her and needed her close, and no amount of arguments why he couldn't, would make the feeling go away. He just needed to touch her. All the time.

She lied down next to him her wrist without the umbrella tattoo on display. She always looked like she was ashamed of the spotless skin on her wrist. Another invisible mark from their father to let her know she didn't belong among them, that she was different.

As she snuggled closer to him, he took her wrist on his chest, it was a bit cold probably from going all the way from her room to his barefoot without a sweater on top of her PJs. Five started to draw the letters of her new name on the skin of her wrist with his finger feeling her breathing and pulse slowing down little by little.

He wrote it over and over again like he wanted to brand the name into her, to make her know that she had one and that meant that she did belong in a way.

'I'm think I'm starting to like it,' she whispered in the dark her voice heavy with sleep. This caused him to pause. He knew she liked the touching as much as he did. Otherwise, she wouldn't let him touch her. Or he hoped she wouldn't let him touch her if she didn't like it as well. It was unsettling to think, that she would be so desperate for someone, a connection, anything to make her feel like she had someone, that she would let someone touch her against her will.

'What?' he whispered back feeling the knot of worry inside his stomach tightening as he dread what would she say.

'The name, Vanya,' she mumbled almost on the bridge of dozing off.

He closed his eyes feeling grateful.

'I like it too,' he admitted right before she was in the land of dreams. He wrote the name on her skin one last time before he took her hand into his and fell asleep as well. Ever since that night he found it impossible to get a good night sleep without her body sleeping soundly next to his and her hand in his.

He enjoyed pronouncing the name in his mind, giving it a special tone, just as much as he enjoyed touching her knee under her skirt at the dining table. It took a while for each of his siblings to get use to their new names still rooted to the old ones. Still, he noticed she liked a lot when he called her by her new name. Not in public, but in private when he would bury his nose against her cheek brushing it a bit before he would whispered her new name into her ear like a love confession. He liked how it made her shiver or jerk trembling with feelings and sensation she also couldn't control or understand yet just like him.

He also noticed now more than ever that she started to push him away only for him to push harder in getting closer to her, like it was a game, and she wanted to make the thrill of the hunt last longer. He couldn't say he was complaining. At first, however, it caused him to pause worried that he had hurt her or offended her as he grabbed her wrist pulling her toward him to exam it with his fingers. When Vanya all of the sudden broke free and took a step back he was ready to take one as well and apologize only for her to give him the smallest most daring smirk he ever saw. It made his heartbeat go from zero to speed of light.

Well, that simple would not do.

He corned her against her desk with a victorious smirk and one hand holding onto her elbow tightly while the other went around her small waist to push her flushed against him.

She let out a cheerful and breathless gasp as her eyes landed on his neck before she looked up at his eyes, her hands on his chest. This time she didn't push him away.

'Do like this?' he asked his fingers drumming over her waist a bit.

She immediately read his mind knowing what he meant.

She nodded the pink color biting her cheeks making her somehow prettier, 'A lot.'

'Good.'

He said as he pushed her against the desk completely cornering her feeling the same excitement he always felt when he had her like this, at his mercy completely. He didn't know what to make out of it, but if he enjoyed and so did she. He liked being dominant like this. He didn't want it to stop.

Her fingers suddenly dragged a bit too sharply over his chest, not in a way to hurt him, but in a new thrilling way because she applied more pressure making his heart speed up even more as he pushed her against the desk completely almost making her laid down on, he once again felt the sensation returning.

This time he didn't let her go and hid behind a book. This time he simply shifted a bit so she wouldn't feel it on her thigh and pressed his face against her neck breathing in the smell of peaches and sunshine and things which were soft and wonderful.

No, he never wanted it to stop.

A.N: I already had most of this finished so I decided to speed it up a bit. I hope you like this one as well. Thank you all for the amazing support and comments/reviews and everything from kudos to favourites. I was a bit surprised so many people liked this story since it was thought up on impulse. I am glad to know there are so many F/V shippers out there :)

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