#@fivevanya

[tertia-quinn]

So yeah. Go read my memories entry for Fiveya week yaaaaay!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27362995

[fivebyseven]

Hello everyone! Welcome to our 3rd annual Fiveya Week from November 14th to November 20th. We’re so excited to see everyone participate again! Same rules as last year: every day will have a specific prompt that you can respond to. All fanworks are accepted - fanfiction, fanart, moodboards, playlists and so on. As promised, we’re posting a little early to give you all as much of a head start as we can.

Details and guidelines are under the cut!

|| RULES ||

All submissions must focus on Five and Vanya’s relationship. Romantic or platonic is fine and including other characters is okay too so long as Fiveya remains the focus.

If you’re posting on tumblr, make sure to tag your post with ‘#fiveyaweek’ and tag this blog @fivevanya so we can reblog your post. If you’re posting on twitter, tag your post with #fiveyaweek and #57wk2021 and/or tag the fivevanya twitter!

Outside links (such as ao3!) are perfectly alright. For people posting fanfiction, we will have a fiveya week collection on ao3 to gather every fic in one place.

Please adhere to general posting etiquette. You can write about anything, nsfw content/dark content included, but just make sure to tag accordingly and provide adequate warnings!

|| PROMPTS ||

Day 1: Home 🏠  Day 2: Fame ✨ Day 3: Young/Old 👫 Day 4: Coffee ☕ Day 5: Fake Relationship 🤞 Day 6: Role Reversal 🔄 Day 7: Free Choice! 💭

Thanks to everyone for your prompt suggestions! We hope you guys get inspired by them and feel free to interpret them in any way you wish. As always, late submissions are accepted so don’t feel pressured to post until you’re ready.

We encourage everyone to like + share each others creations during the week as well! If you’d like to see what others have done in previous years you can check out the #fiveyaweek tag here.

Fiveya Week is still a couple of months away but if you have any questions feel free to message the mods either through tumblr or curiouscat. We’re very excited to have another creative week for fandom!

Art and Graphics by @maradeur :)

[bia23]

[chevalier12]

Happy holidays to @liquidsparks​ I’m your secret Santa for the @fivevanya​ gift exchange.

I hope you like it!! and the fic that goes with it!!!  ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 🎅 🎅

[pomarome]

This is for @dreamwalker44 for the @fivevanya secret Santa exchange event! The prompt was Knives Out (2019) AU fanart with Five as Ransom and Vanya as Marta. I hope you like it :) Happy holidays!

[letbenfuck2021]

Five knows he's the clear choice for succession because, unlike the others, he doesn't have any exploitable weaknesses. He's always in control.

Except when it comes to Vanya. (x)

the family jewels by @igpitn/lofticries

happy holidays, maddy!!! <3 sorry i was late and its just something small :) i’m not much of a graphics maker but I thought I’d put something together for one of my FAVES OF ALL TIME fiveya fanfics. i highly recommend it!!! pls read the tags before reading.

@fivevanya for secret santa

[megala-theia-praxidike]

[degenderates]

in another life, time might heal

fandom: the umbrella academy ship: number five/vanya hargreeves rating: t warnings: referenced child abuse & self harm, angst, dark!vanya, unhealthy relationships, LIGHT sexual tension

For the Fiveya Secret Santa hosted by @fivevanya !! My giftee was @chevalier12 <3 Hope you like it Chev!

And now he’s here, and all his siblings’ excuses are gone, done. It’s only him left, him and Vanya, him a dull, grimy spot of negativity and black coffee and bitterness against her bright glow—quite literally.

He does the only thing he can. He whispers to her the only three words he ever dared not to say. The words that always caught on his tongue when they were children, the ones that left him with his sanity in the Apocalypse.

I love you.

Five blinks once, and the world shatters.

LINK TO AO3.

Enjoy!

[263adder]

Secret Santa

Hi @pinacoladasprinkles, I’m your secret santa for @fivevanya‘s secret santa exchange. You can find your gift fanfic here.

I did try to write a more tender Five caring for hurt Vanya – as requested in the assignment – but this happened instead. Apparently I was in a possessive Five mood 😂 Also, I know in your prompt you said you wanted a “mortally injured” Vanya, but you also specified “no major character death”, so I figured you didn’t actually want her mortally injured just hurt, as happens here 😊

I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas! 🎅🎄🤶✨ And thank you @fivevanya and @maradeur for organising! 

[mauvalencia]

This has Fiveya vibes. Vanya loves the scent of Five and wears her sweaters whenever they are not together, it's like a rite, she really adores it 🥺❤️

[fivetillseven]

displacement

Chapter One

Displacement, noun: A vector quantity. Property of physics used to refer to how far out of place an object is. 

Vanya brings the pen to her wrist, and she writes, “Are you dead?”

(A “what you write on your body shows up on your soulmate’s” AU).

____________________

The day after Five leaves, Vanya wakes up to the sound of rain against her window. It’s a steady thrum, the hiss of it, clinging to the asphalt and biting at the heat. It kisses at her cheek, the uncertainty of it all, like lips against teeth, and she can hear it. Life and its hollow breathing, shaking through broken teeth. 

Anxiety scratches at the windowsill, dizzy in its insistence, and she is reminded so suddenly of wrath, can taste it the way the gods could, lets it sink into her bones. It’s almost funny then, the way nurture is nothing to nature, the way the wind knocks shadows against her floorboard like old friends.  

And then the sky’s gone passive, quiet in its vengeance, and it’s the heat of it all, the ugly, wonderful reminder of being alive that she’ll remember years later. 

Five walks out, and the sun is shining. Five walks out and Vanya does not cry. Five walks out on promises and birthdays and her, and Vanya starts taking two pills with dinner. 

Five walks out and Vanya just wants to be numb. 

———————————- 

Summer turns to winter, and then to summer again. She makes a stranger of the seasons, lets them pass over her like shadows. She is pale as sin and empty, starving, the kind that rattles your bones. She is hungry, all fragile joints and rotten teeth. She is only playing, really, at being alive.  

She is careful and cautious and angry, so angry, trembling with it, shaking under the weight. She is heat and fury and smoke, curling in her lungs, all dirty fingernails that wrap at her throat, so she is silent. She does not say much. She does not say anything. She is a silhouette these days, pitch as her shadow and quiet as death. She does not eat, does not sleep, sleeps too much, cries too little. She takes up space, and then disappears. Digs shallow graves at the dinner table. She is the taste of gravel and she talks in tongues, you see, so people stop listening.  

Time passes, and Vanya does not miss it. Time passes and Vanya misses everything. Time passes, and Vanya only ever takes three pills once.

She wakes up to rain on her sixteenth birthday. She takes her pills, and goes back to bed.

When she wakes up twelve hours later, there are no words on her hip. Her arms and her jaw and her thighs are silent. Like death. 

She doesn’t try again, but the pill bottle sits indignant on the shelf. 

———————

Allison presses kisses to her wrist, and Luther’s got the phantom press of lipstick under his sleeve. Diego is covered, really, head to toe sometimes, black lick of sharpie to his hands and his wrists and his forehead, once. Ben writes love letters on the notches of his ribs and no one replies. Klaus presses a blade to his thigh and has to say sorry.  

Vanya tries too. She is wary of getting her hopes up. She has been taught a lesson in wanting things too much.  

She takes a pen off the shelf, uncapping it with shaking fingers. It’s one of Allison’s, somehow, and the ink is pink. Her breath catches on the inhale and she holds it there. Safe, between her teeth, first for a second, and then two. And when she exhales, it’s clean. Simple. There is no tremor, no grief, just a girl, quiet. The light spills in from the hallway where the door is cracked, and it paints her skin honey. Luthers got a record playing, something low and lovely, crooning through the wallpaper, and she inhales the feeling. The absence of fear, tastes the echo of it on her tongue. She swallows it down and for once does not choke. 

She holds the pen, and her hands do not shake. Her breath slips steady through her teeth, dripping down her tongue and kissing at her wrist. She feels the weight of it in her palm, the ridges and the spine of it, all bubblegum ink and beauty queen smiles.  

She brings the pen to her wrist and writes, ‘Are you dead?’

She waits there, drowning in the moment for what feels like hours. She falls asleep to the silence. 

Her pill bottle sits forgotten on the shelf.

——————- 

The sun sits heavy in the sky, hot as sin and picking at the pavement, rough scratch of summer that drips down her back. The heat is oppressive, chewing through the air and licking at her spine. Vanya can feel it, pouring through the window and lapping at the sheets. It scratches at her shadow, golden pour of summer that pants at her skin, and she raises a hand to unstick her hair from her neck.  

She blinks, sweaty, and kicks off the comforter, padding to the sink. Her smile is dizzy, but there, and she turns on the shower, toeing off her socks and her nightgown. 

Vanya is tired, but alive. Vanya is bleeding, but alive. Vanya is sixteen, and lonely, and miserable, so miserable, the kind of bitter that eats at you, bites at your jaw with bloody teeth, but she is breathing. She is wretched and heaving and lonely, but she is real, and here, and she can taste it, life, on the back of her teeth.  

She dries her hair. She brushes her teeth. She picks at her skin with careful fingers. Same brown hair. Same brown eyes. The tilt of her lip, the line of her jaw. The same dip in her ribs, the same heave of her chest. Her thumbs and her wrists and the same “Yes,” smudged in ink, stretched lonely on her forearm. 

Vanya pauses. Presses close to mirror, tilts it this way and that. Studies it, cautious, and then all at once she’s crying, desperate, the kind that’s all moans and spit, breath catching thick in her jaw. She has played stranger to her body all these years, and now she greets it, softly, like lovers might. Presses her fingers to the curve of his letters, kisses the syllables, all awkward angles, but she know his handwriting anywhere. 

Holds her arm up next to the chalk of his walls and laughs, for the first time in months.

Vanya grabs a pen.

[fivebyseven]

DAY ONE of #fiveyaweek — home 🏠

Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition. —  James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

Welcome to DAY ONE of our 2021 Fiveya Week! Our prompt is “home”. Please feel free to check out our #fiveyaweek or #57week2021 for all the art, media, fics, and everything else that everyone is making in celebration of Five and Vanya from the Umbrella Academy! 🤍

All prompts are free to interpretation and all interpretations of Fiveya are welcome. Please post this at your own pace and we’ll always be accepting submissions, even late ones! Happy Fiveya Week, we can’t wait to see everyone’s creations! Interested in joining? See our original post here for info + how to submit your work! Don’t forget to mention and tag us!

[bia23]

[jjdoggies]

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

I got the amazing @darkalinas in the TUA secret santa exchange this year, hosted by @fivevanya!!!! Maven I hope you like it!!!!

The fic can be found here:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/28307610/chapters/69362034

[fiveyas]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ merry (late) christmas, @mommacomms!!!

for the @fivevanya secret santa exchange. ♥ 

[jubberry]

Vanya knows that Five hates her for causing the Apocalypse. 

AO3 Link UPDATE: Fic is officially done, finally!

This is for Tori! Hi!! I’m your secret santa @fivevanya​

I hope you had a fun holiday. Sorry this is late (and its not... even done...)

I actually have another sad fiveya drawing for you that i’ve already colored etc. ready to go, but it bothered me that it wouldnt hit most of the prompts/tropes you wanted. And honestly... i wasn’t sure if i wanna post m+ ratings on this blog as well so i debated the entire month if i should do a fic or not.

Idc anymore though lmao, i hope you like this gift!!