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Meet The Family: Part of the Tesoro Series

Five Hargreeves / F!Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : Five finds a way to return to 2019, you both break your contract with the commission and you meet your in-laws for the first time. Aged up!Five, reader has the ability to shapeshift. Fluff with a lil bit of angst if you squint. ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters ) Warnings : Cursing, drinking, allusions to sex, talking about death

“Do you trust me?” Five asked, both of you standing on the grassy knoll. You nodded, staring into his eyes.

“Of course I do.” He wet his lips nervously, looking around.

“Okay,” he said, wiping his hands off on his pants. You grabbed his hand squeezing it.

“Hey,” he turned to look at you, “whatever happens we face it together, okay?” You squeezed his hand again, giving him a small smile. He nodded, returning the smile. Although his didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hold onto me, okay?” He said holding your eye contact. You nodded, grabbing his bicep, gripping his gray coat sleeve. It definitely was a struggle, but slowly the blue portal opened. The wind whipped your hair in front of your face, Five’s yells grew louder. Suddenly his hands passed through the blue, with you following behind him. You felt your body warp as you pushed through. It was similar to changing, but your body wasn’t changing outwards, it felt like it was being turned in on yourself.

And then you were falling, fortunately for you, and unfortunately for Five, he broke your fall. You both groaned as you rolled off of him onto the wet pavement. You took in deep gasps of air, your hand coming to your chest as you closed your eyes. Tiny pebbles rubbed against your hands, getting stuck under your fingernails. You heard Five shuffle next to you, his feet scraping on the pavement as he stood up.

“Shit,” you snapped your eyes open, why did he sound so different? You gasped as your eyes fell on your husband. He was young, younger than when you had first met him. Early 20s, maybe?

“Does anyone else see Number Five and some girl or is that just me?” A man’s voice said. You looked up staring at a group of people you quickly deciphered as Five’s siblings. You looked down at yourself, your hands were still scarred, but they looked fresh. Like they had looked when you first escaped the lab, you shook your head. If Five was younger, then that meant you must be too. You felt your face, the wrinkles around your eyes were gone. You were young again.

“What’s the date? The exact date?” Five said walking around the kitchen. You felt yourself shrink under his siblings' gaze. Mainly Klaus who seemed enamored by you. You had already caught his gaze once and he had given you a strange little wave while criss crossed on the table. If he moved his knee the wrong way you were sure you would get to see a bit more than you wanted to of your new in-laws.

“The 24th.” Vanya said, still in disbelief.

“Of what?” Five asked exasperated.

“Of March?” She said her eyes never leaving Five.

“Good.” He continued making his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich.

“So are we gonna talk about what just happened?” Luther spoke up, eyeing you warily, “And who the hell is this?” He whispered, leaning closer to Five. Five continued making his sandwich, refusing to meet Luther’s eyes.

“This is Y/n, my wife.” He said as though it was an obvious observation.

“Your wife?” Alison said, her head snapping to look at you.

“How’d you land her? Did you kidnap her?” Klaus snorted looking between you and Five. You smiled, looking down at your lap.

“We have bigger problems than Five’s girlfriend at the moment. It’s been 17 years!” Luther said standing up, Five scoffed turning to face him.

“It’s been a lot longer than that.” He said before he blinked behind him. “And she’s my wife, you’ll treat her as such, got it?” He said over his shoulder.

“I haven’t missed that.” Luther sighed, staring forward where Five once was. You looked at all the siblings. Vanya was the closest to you, she seemed timid. Alison was next, standing up with her arms crossed. Then Klaus, and Diego, who was staring daggers at you at the moment before he turned his gaze to Five.

“Where’d you go?” Diego asked, his eyes returning to you. You gulped, returning your gaze to your hands.

“The future. It’s shit by the way.” Five said grabbing marshmallows and blinking back to the table.

“Called it!” Klaus said, raising a finger.

“I should have listened to the old man.” Five sighed moving around the kitchen like he hadn’t been gone for more than a day. “You know jumping around space is one thing.” He opened the fridge door looking inside, “jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” He stood at the head of the table. “Nice dress.” He said, looking Klaus over.

“Oh, well danke!” Klaus smiled before Vanya cut him off.

“Wait, how did you get back?” She asked, putting her hands up, unable to comprehend Five’s nonchalant attitude.

“In the end I had to project my consciousness forward into a quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.”

“That makes no sense.” Diego mumbled looking at the tile floor, “how did she get through.” His eyes flicked up toward you. You felt your face heat up, and you turned to look at Five.

“I opened the portal allowing her to follow, and it would make sense if you were smarter.” Diego jumped up, only being held back by Luther.

“How long were you there?” Luther asked.

“Forty five years. Give or take. Including my time spent at our old job.” The commission. You felt your blood run cold, how could you have forgotten? Did they already have a team out looking for you? Working long enough for the Handler you knew the workings of her mind. She could never get over the fact that you and Five were together. Call it jealousy, or call it the inability to completely control someone. You weren’t stupid, you saw how she looked at Five, it made your blood boil. She wouldn’t kill him, he was too valuable to her, you on the other hand were good as dead.

“So what are you saying? You’re 58?” Luther asked, all his siblings having the same confused expression on their face.

“No, my consciousness is 58.” He said before putting a slice of bread over his sandwich monstrosity. “Apparently my body is now 20 again.”

“Wait, how does that even work?” Vanya asked, shaking her head. Five took a bite of his sandwich before turning back to you. He picked up the newspaper sitting on top of the table.

“Guess we missed the funeral.” He said, no discernible tone in his voice.

“How’d you know about that?” Luther asked his eyes never leaving Five.

“What part of the future do you not understand?” Five said furrowing his brows. You looked up, Alison was looking at you this time. She offered you a small smile which you returned. Although it felt more like a grimace.

“Heart failure, huh?”

“Yeah.” Diego said before being cut off by Luther.

“No.” Five clicked his tongue walking over to you.

“Nice to see nothings changed.” He said before turning to you. His cold fingers brushed against your arm, his brows furrowed seemingly deep in thought. He grabbed your hand leading you out of the kitchen.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Alison asked, throwing her hands up in the air. As Five pulled you after him.

“What else is there to say? The circle of life.” He said looking over his shoulder.

“Five come to bed.” You said leaning on the spare bedroom door. You pulled your robe tighter around your body crossing your arms. Five stood in front of his whiteboard, equation after equation covering the board. He hadn’t even changed out of his work clothes yet. His tie hung loosely around his neck, you could just imagine how he had been pulling at it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his top two buttons were unbuttoned.

“In a minute, dearest.” He waved at you, his face never leaving the board. You sighed walking up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. You laid your head against his back, moving with him every time he leaned forward to change something. The only sound in the room was his heart against your ear and the squeak of the pen.

“Five,” you whined. He sighed, setting his pen down. He held your hands against his stomach.

“Yes tesoro?” He turned, moving you so you were standing in front of him.

“I’m tired.”

“Then go to bed.” He said as though talking to a small child. You rolled your eyes, giving him a look. He smiled before kissing your head. His mustache bristled against your forehead.

“Not without you.” If he wanted to treat you like a child, fine. You stared up at him through your eyelashes, your lower lip jutting out.

“Now that’s not fair.” He scolded, a smile on his face. You laughed breaking your pout, you took his hands leading him out of the room.

“Come on Mr. Hargreeves,” you cooed a smirk on your lips. He tried to glare at you, but slowly a smile crept on his face.

“What will you give me, Mrs. Hargreeves?” He teased his hands finding the tie to your robe.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” You leaned forward whispering against the shell of his ear. He chuckled lowly, letting you pull him into your shared bedroom

He blinked you both up into his old bedroom. You sat on his bed staring at your hands. He opened up his closet, muttering under his breath.

“Well, the first meeting with the in-laws wasn’t too bad.” You said watching his back.

“Mm.” He grumbled, rifling through the closet.

“Are you okay?” You asked, sliding off his bed to your feet.

“No!” He snapped, turning to look at you, “We’re stuck in these bodies! The world is about to end and I have no idea what to do!” He yelled, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, it’s okay, we’ll figure it out, we always do.” You soothed approaching him like a cornered animal.

“Yeah, how'd that work the last time?” He scoffed a sarcastic smile on his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“It was the decimal! If I had had time to look over my equations I would have seen it.” He seethed, you recoiled.

“Are you saying this is my fault?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yes!” He threw his hands up, “If you wouldn’t have bothered me, we wouldn’t be in this situation!” He snarled his finger in your face. You grit your teeth, trying to keep your cool.

“Obviously you need some time by yourself.” You said coolly, walking away from him.

“Fucking finally.” He scoffed, shaking his head as you slammed the door behind you.

You flew down the stairs, all but running into Vanya.

“Oh,” you said as you bumped into her, almost losing your balance, “sorry.”

“It’s ok.” She says, “Are you ok?” She asks. You bite your lip, looking behind you.

“No.” You answer honestly, crossing your arms, “Your stupid brother is the biggest asshole I know.” You huffed.

“Yeah,” She smiled, chuckling slightly, “he can be a real pain the the ass.” You smiled looking back at her. You fell into an uncomfortable silence, before she said. “But he seems to really love you.” She gives you a smile.

“Well he’s got a funny way of showing it.” You shake your head.

“Five has never been the most emotionally mature person,” she chuckles, crossing her arms, “but none of us are, you saw that earlier.” You admired her honesty.

“I appreciate it, Vanya.” You smiled, touching her arm.

“Listen, if you want to take the edge off, dads liquor cabinet is that way.” She points towards a room off the atrium.

“Thank you, I might take you up on that offer.” You nod heading that way, “see you around.”

She smiles and nods as you walk into the living room.

You groan, immediately face to face with a large oil painting of your husband.

“Yeah I feel that way about my siblings more often than not.” Klaus says stretching on the couch. You jump, your hand coming to your heart. “Oh woah!” He sits up looking at you. “Your hair! How did you do that!” He smirks pointing to his own head.

You smile softly, changing your hair back to your normal color.

“I was genetically altered as a kid.” You say looking back at the smug smile of your husband.

“Dang, heavy stuff.” He says leaning back on the plush couch. “Want to get drunk?” He asks with a grin spreading across his face.

“Hell yes.” You laugh, turning to look at him. He jumps up clapping his hands together.

“Great! I was looking for an excuse to get into the old man’s alcohol.” He moves to the bar, every movement he makes is extremely fluid. Like he’s floating everywhere. You walk up to the bar, sitting on one of the stools. “Now hang on, missy,” he says, holding out a finger towards you, “are you old enough to drink? Let me see your ID.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Technically I’m 45,” you say a grin working its way onto your face, “and I don’t have an ID.”

“No way.” Klaus says leaning forward on the bar, his hands clasped together. “You, 45? What’s your secret?”

You giggle, shaking your head, “A time traveling husband helps.” You shrug.

“Hmm, guess I need to find me one of those,” he muses as he hands you a glass. You study the glass in your hands, watching the golden liquid swirl inside.

“So how long have you been with Five?” He asks, swirling the alcohol in his glass before downing it.

“Um,” you hum looking up, “about 25 years, we’ve been married for 21.” You sip the alcohol, it’s good, maybe a brandy?

“Jeez, you stuck with that old geezer for 21 years? More than any of us.” He says, chuckling to himself. You nod, your lips forming a tight line.

“Yep.” You tense your jaw, downing whatever is left in your glass. Grimacing as the alcohol burns your throat.

“Enough about Five.” Klaus says, “Tell me about you, Mrs. Hargreeves, I mean I would be an awful brother-in-law if I didn’t know anything about my new sister.” He grins walking around the bar to sit next to you on a stool.

“I’m really not that special,” you chuckle, setting your glass down on the bar top.

“Mrs. I change my hair color when I’m surprised, isn't special?” He asks tilting his head, “What, did Five tell you that?” His brows furrowed as he recoiled.

“No, no he would never say that.” You wave him off.

“Well what else can you do missy?” He asked, leaning forward, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Well, I can change my appearance to look like anyone I want. As long as I know what they look like.” You shrugged.

“Ooh! Do me! Do me!” He says, patting your arm excitedly. You smile before turning to face him.

He tried to stay still but his leg continues to bounce. You look him over once before you feel your body stretch. Your hair changes to a short curly brown, tattoos adorn your skin. Klaus’s grin grows by the minute.

“Holy smokes!” He exclaims looking at you, “Am I really that good looking?” You burst out laughing, maybe it was the brandy, maybe you were just having fun for the first time in a long time.

You change back into yourself, wincing as your head throbs slightly.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” He leans forward lowering his voice slightly.

“Klaus, I think every question you’ve asked me so far has been personal.”

“Have you ever,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “you know, changed in the bedroom?” You pull a grin on your face.

“Klaus!” You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Well? Have you?” He pushes his voice higher than before.

“No! Never!” You say waving him off.

“Oh come on! You don’t have to lie to me!” He pleads his hand resting on your arm.

“And I’m telling you Klaus, I’ve never changed during sex!” You whisper covering his hand with your own.

“Fine! Fine.” He says pulling away, “but if I find out you’re lying there will be hell to pay young lady!” He scolds half heartedly, you shake your head, a smile on your face.

“Yes sir.”

“Y/n?” Five stands in the doorway, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Klaus groans, throwing his head back.

“What do you want?” He asks glaring at him.

FIve ignores his brother, he adjusts his jacket looking up at you.

“Can we talk?” He pleads, walking toward you. You let out a sigh and nod.

“Yeah I’m going, I’m going.” Klaus says waving to the air, as if someone only he could see was pestering him. Once he’s past Five he turns flipping him off. You snicker, looking down at your feet. Five sits next to you at the bar, he reaches for you, taking your hand. You don’t pull away which he takes as a good sign.

You wait for him to talk, feeling his warm hand in yours. If you were anything, you were patient. Especially when Five came crawling to you on his knees.

“I’m an asshole.”

“Yep.” You say nonchalantly.

“I shouldn't have snapped at you, I just-“ he sighed, shaking his head, “I just screwed this whole thing up. I missed the decimal and changed our bodies forever.” He looked at your glass, avoiding your gaze.

“Hey,” you said, reaching out and turning his head to look at you, “I’m not mad at you for what happened. This-,” you motioned to yourself “I took this risk, and I’d do it all over again.” You reached up holding his face in your hands.. He leaned into your touch, his own hand coming up to caress yours.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, shaking his head.

“Beats me.” You laughed, he rolled his eyes lightly shoving you. You smirked, pulling him closer, kissing him. He hummed smiling into the kiss, his hand wrapped around your waist. You cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his jaw. You weren’t lying when you said it didn’t matter what happened, as long as you had Five next to you, you would be just fine.

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asteriismos · 2 years

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cherry waves - ben hargreeves

PAIRING ◆ sparrow!ben hargreeves x umbrella!reader

WARNING(S) ◆ SMUT, rough sex, choking, DIRTY TALK, unedited, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving), byeLOL

SUMMARY ◆ you come to terms with the new ben.

WORDS ◆ 4.6k

NOTE ◆ … lolllllll!!!!!!! there's no ben smut out there so (insert thanos meme) fine, i'll do it myself.

The Ben that you had fallen in love with when you were younger has been dead for almost fifteen years . . . you had to keep telling yourself that. Getting over his death was one of the hardest things that you had ever done, because his loss was the first one that you had ever experienced at the ripe age of seventeen years old. You weren’t even an adult and yet, you were faced with the tragedy of your first love being killed and you had to face that realization every day for the rest of your life. You remembered the day like it was yesterday, and although it had been over a decade since it happened, there were some times where you would wake up in the middle of the night, sweat covering your entire body and gasping for air because of the nightmares you endured. You weren’t there to witness his death, but the tragedy was all the same. In your nightmares he was ripped away from you without a goodbye.

You finally started to forget about the trauma when you were in Dallas, as there seemed to be no way to get back to the future and for the life that you had back in 2019. You even met some other people, though nothing came to fruition like your relationship with Ben did. With him it felt so natural to be in love and with everyone else you felt like you were going through the motions. Instead you grew your relationships with your friends and that managed to take your mind off of him.

And you thought that this mess was done once you made it back to 2019. Everything seemed fine until you and The Umbrella Academy came face to face with Reginald, who was explaining that your home wasn’t your home anymore . . . or it never was. You were confused as hell on what had happened due to time travel. Noises were heard from the top of the balcony and you and your family turned around, revealing a whole set of other people just like you and some weird floating cube.

And just as you thought things couldn’t get any more weird, you heard footsteps to your left and saw none other than Ben Hargreeves, more alive than you could remember him being.

Dad, who the hell are these assholes?

That voice was still ringing in your head as clear as day, because to be honest, you couldn’t remember much from the encounter. You took one look at your deceased past lover who was no longer dead and started to shake, the familiar feeling of being hopeless came back to you and you passed out. Five would later tell you that he caught you and was able to get you out of the house before people started to fight, and it wasn’t until five hours later that you woke up. In this timeline, he’s still alive, Y/N, He would say to you when you finally came to, in some hotel room that your family booked. He’s not the same Ben that you fell in love with. He’s different.

And for a few hours you believed that, you tried to join your family in getting on with their lives and planning for their future, but you couldn’t get your mind off of Ben. Because in a way, he was the same person that you fell in love with. Your curiosity got the best of you and like always, led you to do some questionable things – because why would life ever be simple for you?

Your curiosity led you to the doorstep of The Sparrow Academy, knocking on the door and waiting for someone to answer it, not entirely sure that what you were doing is what you should actually be doing. You heard that there was a fight here and although you didn’t get too much information from your siblings, you were sure that there was still bad blood between the two families. The person to answer the door was a brunette woman, who stood a little bit taller than you and gave you a soft smile, turning to look behind and closed the door behind herself, coming out onto the sidewalk with you. She looked a little nervous that you were here, but didn’t look like she had any ill will against you.

“You’re the one that passed out. I’m Sloane.”

Great. You’re glad that was the reputation they all had of you. How embarrassing.

“I don’t normally do that,” You said. “There’s just someone here that reminds me of someone I used to know.”

Sloane looked confused for a second, her features scrunching up in thought before they softened, as if she realized who you were talking about. “Ben said something about your family giving him weird looks. And you passed out right after you saw him . . . How do you know him?”

“Ben was . . . Well, Ben was in our timeline too. I knew him from then but he died almost fifteen years ago. It was . . .” You trailed off, not knowing the right words to use. You were notorious for never talking about it, which was not good for your healing as you’ve heard, but it was always too painful to think about. “It was traumatic for all of us.”

“You loved him.”

Was it that easy to see? Maybe what gave it away was your pained expression at the mere thought of his death, or that you could barely say his name above a whisper. The more you stood in front of her the more you wanted to run away, thinking that this was a bad decision and that you should’ve listened to your family and stayed the hell away from here. But you couldn’t just leave now, and soon enough Sloane was inviting you in and telling you which door led to Ben’s room, and soon enough you were knocking on the door.

You heard a groan, and a small come in and for a moment you hesitated, thinking that you would be saddened by the fact that the new Ben wasn’t the same one. But you just needed to see him, even if it was just for a moment. You opened the door and closed it, coming face to face with someone who looked the same as your lover, smelled the same as your lover, and even stood the same as him too, but it wasn’t him. It was someone else.

“Did you come in to discuss something about your family, or are you just trying to get your hands on one of us since you didn’t get a piece of the action earlier?” Ben asked, his tone condescending and nothing like how you remembered it being. “As I recall, your little twitchy brother zapped you out of the house before things got exciting.” You shook your head, taking a step back as he took a step forward. You were silent, still eyes wide at the sight of him. The only thing that was different about his appearance was the visible scar on his face and the slightly tight fitting shirts that Ben never wore before.

You opened your mouth to say, “I just wanted to see if it was really you.”

“What do you mean, really me?” He asked.

“It’s a long story. But the Ben that I knew died so long ago, and I loved him so much. Seeing you down there earlier today just brought all of it back. I never thought that I would see you again . . . But it’s not you. Or at least the one that I knew from my timeline,” You explained.

“You were in love with me?” He asked. It was a strange concept to him. No one had ever loved him, not enough to pass out due to the thought of him, not enough to risk their life to come to his doorstep after their whole family had engaged in a fight that almost killed them. You were gorgeous enough as it is, and now you were telling him that you loved him. In some ways that made him feel a twinge of emotion towards you, and it made him extend his hand out forward. You flinched for a moment at his touch, but allowed it once you felt his fingertips on your arm. Closing your eyes, for a moment it felt like you were seventeen again and Ben was still here.

And you opened your eyes and Ben was there, those eyes that you remembered.

“Did he feel like this?” Ben asked you, his hand not leaving your arm. You nodded, reaching and grabbing the hand with your own. Just like how it used to be. Ben didn’t know why he was doing this, but it felt as if something in the universe was telling him to do it, like it was right somehow. Like you and him were meant to get together. It was all happening so fast.

In a moment of either pure hope or total idiocy, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. It was a short kiss, similar to the ones you two had shared before in your past. Clumsy even, noses brushing against one another as you pulled away a tiny bit to get a look at him. His eyes met yours and he leaned in again, not testing the waters like you had. He knew what he wanted and you were shamelessly going to give it to him, no questions asked. Ben’s hands reached down to the small of your back, pulling you into him and not letting go.

The kiss was greedy, taking all that you could of one another, you still standing on your tippy toes and steering out of balance when your chest hit his own. He kept you up though, your legs turning into jelly when he released his lips from your own and indulged in the crook of your neck. It was hot and sloppy, swollen lips trailing from your neck to your jaw and down the other side, a row of saliva glistening on your skin. Your body shuddered, he made you feel weak in his hands and all you wanted to do was fall down but he didn’t let you. Instead his hands kept you firmly, head dipping down further along your collarbone and squatting down, placing them on the backs of your thighs, nudging.

Realizing what he wanted, you were quick to obey, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. Ben’s strong arms held you with no problems, hoisting you up so your head was now level with his own. You took the opportunity to press your lips against his own again, hands finding their place on his jawline, kissing with a passion you had never used before with anyone else. His hands pulled you down and he grinded against you, making you moan into his mouth, Ben’s tongue sliding past your parted lips and exploring your mouth.

He began to walk backwards, steadily so as to not trip. And the moment his calves hit the bed, he sat down, taking you with him so you were now straddling his thighs. You were becoming aware of the heat between you two, every shuddering breath that left his lips egged you on further, wanting to make him writhe and moan your name over and over again. The need for him was deeper than you had ever felt before, and you didn’t want to hold back anymore, you wouldn’t let yourself run away from this. It was like he had never left.

There was a small knock on the door and it threw you off your groove, head snapping to the large door. Ben placed a hand on your side to steady you. “Who is it?” He asked, voice wavering a tiny bit at the interruption, hoping the person wouldn’t come in.

“Did you want to train tonight or tomorrow morning?” It was his sister Fei.

A sigh left Ben’s lips. “Tomorrow morning.” There was a muted reply that neither of you could hear, and another moment passed and you knew that she was gone.

“That was close-”

“Ben,” You breathed, not in the mood for small talk. You were still sitting on his thighs and you needed him more than ever now. “Stop talking.” A sly smile came across his lips and you wiped it away with a kiss, going back to the fast pace that had been set before. Your hands came and went under his shirt, feeling the taut skin of his abs and thanking God for his training and conditioning. He was considerably larger and muscular than when you had known him. The thought of him above you with a body like that? It made you falter in your movements.

Using the break in your concentration to his advantage, Ben started mouthing along your skin again, hands pulling up your shirt above your head. His eyes scanned your body, raising an eyebrow. “No bra?” He asked, making you shy away and look anywhere but at his face. You didn’t reply, but he seemed to not like that. His hand came and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. You gave a small smile, “Well I didn’t know that this was happening and I wanted to be comfy.” He hummed, somewhat disappointed in your answer but not disappointed at how compliant you seemed to be with him. Ben went back to kissing your neck, teeth grazing along your soft skin, making you jump whenever he bit down on a particular spot.

You were beginning to grow impatient. Perhaps it was with the way that he was worshiping you, wanting to kiss every single inch of you and make you keel into his touch over and over again. Or maybe it was because no one had ever made you feel this way before. You had been with others before, men whose names you didn’t bother remembering, all men who resembled the one below you now. Men, with blue eyes that you pretended were his, strong arms that felt like the ones that Ben wrapped around you before you said goodbye to him for what you didn’t know would be the last time. They never made you satisfied, and you were left feeling more broken than put together after the deed was done, scrambling to leave in the middle of the night to avoid the awkward conversation that would follow in the morning. Ben, even though he was only kissing you, put those men to shame. You wondered if he was thinking the same, that no woman measured up to you.

He definitely was.

Ben’s hands found your breasts, squeezing them and kneading them together, fingers coming to pinch your nipples. Your back arched into him and you almost fell over on top of him, using your hands on his muscles to stop you. You reached and decided you wanted to please him, to show him how much you wanted him. You trailed your hands under his shirt and came to the band of his pants, pushing your fingers past it and making your way down. Before you could hit his obvious hard on, one of his own hands came and grasped your wrists, pulling your hand away. You looked up, thinking that you did something wrong. Tilting your head, you gave him a silent what?

“I’m not done with you yet,” Ben explained. In one movement he put his hands to your back and flipped you two over, him now on top of you. Your head hit the mattress with a small humph and wondered what he had in store for you.

You worked with him to shimmy your pants and panties off, throwing them to some side of the room. His hands splayed against your thighs and you watched with an open mouth to see what he was going to do. He gave you a look, a familiar one that reminded you that you were actually here with him, not someone who looked and acted like him. It was actually Ben. The one that you still loved, the one that you trusted more than anyone in the world.

You were also well aware of the slick that was beginning to coat your thighs, body betraying you and showing him how much you wanted him, how you ached for him. Ben seemed to like it though, bringing his flesh hand to your slit and scooping some of it up. When he brought his hand back up, you could see the way that it glistened on his skin, popping a finger into his mouth and humming sinfully at the taste. He did it again and again, humming every single time your arousal hit his tongue. You looked down with heated cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed that you were getting so worked up over something so small. “You taste …” He trailed off, bringing his tongue to your folds and swiping up from your hole to your clit. “Amazing.”

“It’s all for you,” You said, wiggling your hips and urging him to pleasure you again. Ben smirked, feeling a sense of pride wash over him at your words. He brought a finger to you and pushed it in, watching your mouth open into a wide ‘O’ at the feeling. He curled it up, making your muscles tighten around him. Ben built a steady pace and he came back up to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek sweetly as if he couldn’t hear the lewd sounds that were being created when he added a second finger in.

“Did he make you feel like this,” He asked, towering over you. His thumb rubbed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you. “Were you ever under me like this?”

You moaned out at his words, thighs clenching around his hand to keep him there. You couldn’t respond, too busy thinking about the steady fire that was building in you. You reached to climb higher, hoping he would grant you some kind of release. He didn’t give it to you though. Instead, whenever you were getting to that tipping point, he would stop all of his movements altogether until you stopped shaking, then repeat the process over and over again.

It was making you go crazy, how he had the power to push you towards release but he just wouldn’t do it.

“Tell me, when you were with other guys to forget, did they make you feel this good?” Ben whispered into your ear, biting the skin below it. “Did they make you shake under their fingertips?”

So that’s what it was. Jealousy. Ben was jealous of all the men that had been with you before him. How someone else had heard your first moans, been inside you, made you cum before he ever had the chance to. He was determined to make sure that he was better than them, and make sure that you would never go to anyone else again.

“Answer me.”

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t. As if to test you further, he pushed a third finger into you, making you moan out his name loud and roll your eyes to the back of your skull. His thumb kept rubbing languid circles on your clit. You thought if you stayed quiet you could sneak an orgasm, cut him off guard. But as if he heard your thoughts, his movements stalled and he put his other hand firmly on your hips so you couldn’t even move against his statue-like hand. His dark eyes bore into your own and you squeezed around his fingers. “No, they weren’t anything like you. You make me feel so good, Ben.” The praise fell from your lips with ease, lava pooling in your stomach as if threatening to burst at any moment. If only he would just rub a little bit more …

He pulled his hand away from you. Ben didn’t even respond to your statement and you wondered if you said something wrong, if he had enough. And he had enough all right, but not enough of you. He wanted to see you cum, just around his cock and not his fingers.

But you couldn’t hear what he was thinking, which made you whimper when he pulled himself away fully, standing at the edge of the bed. You opened your legs up to him, the farthest that you could go without hurting yourself and hoping that it would make him come back to you quickly. Your clit was aching from several denied orgasms, almost thinking about pulling your hand down to finish yourself off, though deciding against it when knowing Ben would never allow something like that. He liked seeing you writhing like this.

Ben’s hands shed all his clothing. He wasn’t exactly putting on a show for you but you marveled anyways, watching the way that his muscles flexed when his shirt came off and how you wanted to lick all around his abdominal region and make your way all down to his cock, which was pressed against his stomach and slightly glistening with precum. It was big, probably the biggest you’ve ever had and felt your insides clench just thinking about it sliding into you. Once he was satisfied with his clothing off, he came back down to the bed and kneeled between your spread legs.

“Ben,” You whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?” There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and it took all of your strength to not roll your eyes. “What do you want me to do to you?” Of course he wanted to hear you say it, to announce what he was inevitably going to do.

You couldn’t ignore the way you loved how controlling he was with you, how he ordered you to do some things. And as much as you hated that he didn’t let you cum, you also loved how he would make you cum when he wanted you to, not you.

He took his cock into his hands and rubbed the tip against your glistening folds, teasing you in the most sinful way possible.

“Please … Fuck me Ben. Make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.” You just wanted him inside of you so badly, you were going to scream if this went on for any longer. He was right there, denying you both the pleasure.

With a nod of his head, he pushed into you in one fluid motion. The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you made you grip onto his bicep, pulling him close so his warm chest was against your own again. He wasted no time moving, the sound of it deliciously sweet in your ears. Ben took your legs and pushed them upwards, your feet hanging off of his shoulders and pressing your thighs further up until they were almost hitting the mattress. The change in position had you crying out, feeling him hit deeper inside of you.

You could feel every single scrape of his cock against your walls, increasing that fire in your stomach until you were sure you were about to cum. His pace was unrelenting, moving quicker and quicker until you were sure he was using all his power. He kept at it with such loyalty and vigor, his motivation to make you feel the best you ever had fuelling him to a tenfold. He was such a devoted man to begin with, so you should’ve known that he would handle things the same way in bed.

You squeezed around him. “Please,” You whimpered.

“Go ahead.” Those two words were all you needed, allowing yourself to scream out as your orgasm ripped through you, built up again and again and now it was finally here and it was amazing. It rippled through you like shockwaves, and made you go limp under him, legs completely boneless. Ben didn’t let up as he rode through your orgasm, keeping the same pace with you. He was unforgiving, not giving you time to adjust and instantly making you feel the feeling of overstimulation. You were so sensitive to his cock ramming in and out of you that you could feel a second orgasm already building up.

The tip of him hit a particularly nice spot in you and you yelled, curling your toes and your hands came to tangle and grip in his hair. You almost stopped for a moment thinking that you were hurting him, but when you looked at his face, you saw only fucked out bliss, white incisors showing in a ravenous grin. His eyes opened and they were almost fully dark, making you shiver.

You opened your mouth to speak but was halted by two of his fingers shoving their way into your mouth. It was harsh, but in a good way, your insides burning up as your second orgasm washed over you, sucking on his two fingers as they made your moans muffled.

“You feel so good. You’re so fucking tight,” He mumbled, as though he was talking to himself. He was completely thrown into the pleasure that you were giving him, hot and warm and just perfect, like you were made for his cock to be rammed into over and over again. “Made for me, all for me.” He used your past words, them never losing their meaning no matter how many times he muttered under his breath.

Time seemed to slow and grow faster at the same time, the whole room disappearing as both of you focused on only each other. You weren’t sure how many times he had made you cum at this point, you took whatever he gave you and took it well. When you got enough strength to crane your neck down, you watched as your hole enveloped his cock, it coming back out slicked with the remnants of your past orgasms. Ben saw where your eyesight was and a sense of pride washed over him again. “Do you like watching that? Seeing how well you take me?” He asked, egging you on. His hand went to grab your own and placed it on your lower abdomen, and you could feel the skin slightly raising up every time he went into you. You could see it too, sliding in and out.

Though, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, his movements were beginning to falter. He was becoming more sloppy with his hips and you knew he was about to cum. So, to give him what he had worked for, you wiggled your hips up, matching his hips. Your oversensitive clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you were clenching around him, and as if on cue, you were cumming again, feeling weak under him. Ben wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up, his cock splitting you open until he was spilling inside of you.

The moans that left his mouth were probably the hottest things you had ever felt in your life. You could feel his cum dripping down his cock, coating your thighs and dripping onto the soiled sheets. He put you down on the bed and followed you, eyes watching your own and kissing your sweaty forehead. He finally stopped moving and stilled inside, not wanting to leave you and go back to the way things had been before. He didn’t want to leave this moment and neither did you.

Because both of you knew when you were both cleaned up, you would have to come to terms with what was happening.

So you stayed there with him, letting his cock stay inside of you and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words of praise were exchanged. How good he had been, how good you made him feel … Anything that both of you could think of to keep the moment from ending.

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itstheghostofmypast · 1 year

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Five: Emotional connections bring weakness.

Y/N: *tearing up*

Five: And put you and everyone else in danger.

Y/N: *whispers* Five...

Five: A weakness that'll prove fruitless if death approaches.

Y/N *full on sobbing and hugging him*

Klaus *awkward* :You may now kiss the bride?¿

Diego: wtf, is going on?

*Everyone else shrugs*

Lila *wiping a tear* : Beautiful.

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d1ana-m0nd · 7 months

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╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞

Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)

➢ Description : It's a well known fact that Sir. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 children to save the world from it's impending doom. Though, the number of children will change from 7 to 8 once a close friend of his, Rita Rossweisse was on her death bed and requested him to take in her child, who fortunately was born on October 1st 1989.

➢ Word Count : 9,537

➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile

➢ Note : I just wanted to give a heads up for people who like Luther, he's going to be a bit antagonistic towards the reader because she's an accomplice. Also, in S1 of TUA, the writers' focused on his mission driven trait which led to a snowball effect on his decisions and how he treated others (ex: Vanya), though that does not mean I will be writing him off as an antagonist throughout the whole series, just this season since he is still learning and growing. I mean no harm Luther simps / stans / fans. 🏳️

Also, it's been three years since I have done Wushu (Chinese martial arts) so the fighting scene might be crappy. It will be inaccurate as well since I never reached orange belt lol, I just watched YouTube videos of Agatha Wong and other Wushu martial artists. ;-;

Chapter 3: Extra Ordinary

Blue light streamed through the window as Allison sat on the windowsill, a cigarette in hand; she took in the scenery from the place she once considered home. The sound of car horns beeping accompanied the lively city atmosphere, whilst the lights of the streetlamps came off harshly. Oddly enough, this loud environment felt homely to her. The rumor inhaled the cigarette then exhaled it, letting the flares of the smoke blow out the window. She let herself be more immersed to the atmosphere, which led her unaware of someone else's presence in the room.

"Ah, Miss Allison." The advanced chimpanzee announced his arrival. Allison hurriedly put out the cigarette, leading it to fizzle out. She faced Pogo with a sheepish smile, as though she was not caught red-handed.

"I was looking for you." Pogo returned her smile, then took a small step towards her.

"How did you, uh… did you know I was up here?" The rumor scratched her nape. She really wasn't expecting anyone to walk in on her smoking and emoting to herself.

"Oh, it wasn't hard. This is always where you used to come when you were upset."

"Who told you I was…" The girl in curls paused, then sighed as a certain someone came to mind.

"Luther." She said fiddling with the aged locket that was given to her by the same person.

"Actually, it was Miss Vanya."

Allison was taken aback by his words. Vanya… cared about her? For a moment, she felt regret come over her because her sibling went out of her way to check on her… then she recalled the book. The rumor would have openly showed her grimace at the thought of her sister but, Pogo’s next words took her by surprise.

"She called to make sure you were okay and if it weren't for Y/N reminding me, I would have forgotten to check in on you." Pogo said with a small smile, as though he was silently thanking the girls for caring about Allison's well being.

The girl in curls stood up from the windowsill as she inhaled deeply, stuffing her hands into her pocket. "Yeah, I, um… said some pretty unkind things to her." Though it sounded like she said it out of defeat.

The well dressed chimpanzee frowned at her words, but tried to be optimistic. "She's your sister. She knows you didn't mean it."

Allison scoffed as she looked away. "Doubt it. She doesn't know anything about me, which is fine, cause I don't know shit about her either."

"Language." Pogo said which brought a small smile to the rumor's face followed by a soft chuckle. "Sorry."

"It's just…" The woman breathed through her nose. "It's been a while since we've all lived under the same roof."

"Almost 13 years." He added, which added onto the emotional baggage that Allison was carrying at the moment.

"How did you do it? Alone in this huge house for so long?"

"Well, one grows used to things, even if, sometimes… one shouldn't." The chimpanzee looked away, not wanting to give away the sadness in his eyes.

Wanting to divert the young lass’ attention to something else, Pogo decided it would be a great time to bring her over the CCTV room and to follow through with Master Hargreeves’ plan till the truth is finally revealed.

"Come with me. I want to show you something. It might just cheer you up." The advanced chimpanzee was about to head out the room but he suddenly turned to where Allison stamped out the cigarette earlier. "And make sure you fully extinguished that cigarette. Wouldn't want to start a fire."

The girl in curls chuckles to herself as she now recalled Pogo never lets his guard down, it’s almost like nothing goes under his radar, he acted more father-like than their own father. She then quickly extinguishes the fire and hurriedly catches up with Pogo. The two walked side by side towards the CCTV room, and entered the room together.

The chimpanzee approached the monitors and turned them on to show the familiar memories the academy created back in their youth. "Your father stopped recording years ago. But, I still come here from time to time. When I'm missing you kids."

"Pogo, this is…" The woman was too stunned to speak but she managed to choke out a few words. "Most families have home movies to look back on. We have surveillance footage."

"I hoped it might cheer you up."

"It does…" Allison laughed, letting her guard down and allowed her inner child to be lured in by the memories being replayed by the monitors.

Suddenly, Allison's gaze turns to a monitor of Vanya playing the violin as a smaller Y/N sat beside the violinist cheering her on, though it looked like Vanya wore a fake smile accepting every compliment you gave her.

"And Vanya…" Her smile fell. Vanya was telling the truth.

"Why didn't we include her? I mean, if anybody ever treated Claire like that, I can't even imagine…"

"You were a child, Miss Allison." Pogo pointed out but Allison rebutted. "Yeah… but I'm not anymore and neither is she."

"If you're not in a hurry. The rest of the tapes are in that cabinet." The advanced chimpanzee gestured to the nearby cabinet, while his other hand took out the keys and left it on the table. "Make sure you lock up when you go."

"Things have been disappearing lately. These are too important to lose." He added as Allison softly chuckled at his words. She has a feeling, she knows who might be responsible for it.

Whilst she was busy reminiscing, Pogo stood beside her, double checking at the breadcrumbs he left. He needed the secrets to be unraveled as soon as possible, he can only pray it wouldn’t be too late. The chimpanzee took one last look at Allison then left the room.

Once he left, the woman in curls rummaged through the tapes and found a tape that stood out. It was oddly placed, it even seemed like that it was purposely placed there. She played the footage not expecting much. To her surprise, her expectations were surpassed by the content of the footage.

Her eyes widened, then she straightened herself. "Oh, God. Dad…"

Allison paused the tape, without hesitation, she began to frantically look for Luther in the academy. She checked from door to door only to be frustrated that Luther wasn’t home. She was about to give up until she heard the front door open then ran - more like fast walking - to where the footsteps came from.

The woman in curls grabbed onto Luther’s arm. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you."

"What are you still doing here? I thought you were gone." He raised his brow in her presence.

"No, I was gonna go, and then Pogo showed me this -"

"Well, listen…" The larger male interrupted her with a defeated sigh. "I was wrong about Dad's death."

The woman was astonished by his words, it wasn’t like him. "What?"

"Yeah. I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just-"

"No, I, I know, I get it." The rumor tried to cut in but got interfered once again.

"- Seeing all of you and being back here… I should be the one who's trying to bring us back together, not tear us apart." Spaceboy said but it more or less it sounded like he was talking to himself in the mirror.

"Would you shut up?!" Allison shouted angrily.

"What?"

"You were right, about Dad." She stated, now it was the male’s turn to be confused by the sudden turn of events.

"Come on, I gotta show you something."

Even though the larger male was silent, she took his arm and guided him to the CCTV room. As they head to the CCTV room, they happen to passby Y/N and Five. Luther and Allison checked on you guys - since you guys looked kinda messed up - but Five had a sudden outburst and you had to make random excuses to bring him to his room, whilst juggling to not drop Delores. Once they were a bit far, Luther finally had the courage to speak up.

"Does Y/N having a mannequin have something to do with whatever you were going to show me?" He asked.

To which Allison threw a look at his direction. "No, and I have no idea where she got that. All I know is she's been glued to Five's side since he got back."

Once they had arrived, the rumor was quick to replay the footage. Luther couldn’t believe what he was watching. At first he was in denial but, as he replayed the clip again and again, he was able to digest the information but he still doesn’t understand… Why would their mother - er robot, rather, “Grace” kill their father? He kept replaying the scene trying to understand what occurred during the night of the murder but, got no answers in the end.

"Play it again." Number one ordered again…

Allison had to refrain herself from rolling her eyes because of how mind numbing it was to replay the same scene over and over again.

"We've watched it over and over, it's the same thing every time." She pointed out.

Luther sighs, she wasn’t wrong, they weren’t getting answers. Reluctantly, the rumor rewind the clip, the VCR whirred indicating it was being replayed.

"Er… what is she doing?" He asked, gesturing towards Grace on the monitor.

"The tea. Did she poison him?"

"Uh- I don't know." The woman in curly hair uncrossed her arms, unsure of what she was witnessing.

The larger male sighed exasperated then turned his gaze towards hers. "Where did you find this?" He gestured to the footage.

Allison stopped leaning against the cabinet then sat on the chair beside Luther's side, "I was looking at old footage of us as kids, and I just saw the footage sitting there."

"Yeah, Dad must have started using the security system again." There was a pregnant pause present in the room.

"He was getting more and more paranoid. He thought people were out to get him." He muttered, recalling the call he had with his dad a month prior.

Back then, He didn’t think much of it but it did worry him that Grace and Y/N weren’t taking care of him. However, after calling Y/N, he felt reassured by her words and assumed that their father was just becoming paranoid for nothing. Now, he regrets taking his words for granted.

"Well… I guess maybe he was right."

"But Mom?" Allison refused to accept this.

"I mean she's not capable of…" She gestured to the footage but as her eyes landed the footage she began to have second thoughts, she sighs. "Is she?"

Suddenly, a memory from the funeral played in Luther’s head.

"Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." The ape hybrid added to his conspiracy. Even though it was silent, you could hear the others internally groaning as more words came out of his mouth.

"Y/N, while you were cleaning up Dad's room, was the monocle still there?"

"Last night I wasn't assigned to give him medicine, it was Mrs. Grace's turn. So I can't be too sure if he wore the monocle. Though the crime scene cleaners and investigators did let me know that they made sure to keep everything in the same spot." You reported, as your thinking pose shifted into your default one.

"Make sure to check the cameras around the time they were cleaning." He commanded, you bowed in return to confirm you will do as he says.

Spaceboy’s eyes widened at the revelation… What if…

"Where was Y/N last night? Why didn't she inform me about the footage?" He bombarded.

"I already told you! Ever since Five came back she's been stuck to his side." The rumor answered not catching onto Luther’s wavelength.

"But, it doesn't make sense, she had the time to check the footage whilst they were preparing the funeral, and didn’t Pogo and her switch shifts in monitoring the CCTVs?”

Suddenly, Allison went silent, as she began to piece the puzzles and see where Luther was coming from, now that he pointed that out, Y/N could be a possible suspect and lately, she has been avoiding the academy for days, ever since Five came back, she could be using him as her alibi. Which makes her even more suspicious but she highly doubts she has something to do with it murdering their father.

After all, it is a well known fact that the servant has always been neutral, that’s why she is given a number that is neither a prime nor an odd number. It would be rare of her to step out of line. Plus, she only does what needs to be done, she wouldn’t do anything if it wasn’t under someone’s orders.

ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳

It was silent as the duo- trio rather, headed to Five’s room. Five’s head was flooded with ways on how he should retrieve the information to stop the apocalypse with Delores’ assistance. While Y/N’s head was filled with questions for Five, you wanted to ask him questions about the masked people and the people who tried to shoot them down at the doughnut shop but it didn’t feel like the right time to do so.

If only Five was open with you as he was to Vanya then you wouldn’t be reluctant to ask him questions… The only good thing that came out of this was that he trusted you enough to keep you around which made it easier to monitor him.

Once the three entered his room, you placed Delores on a nearby chair as Five stumbled his way to the bed. He fell face first onto the pillow; It sounded like a fart but you had to keep your lips pressed into a thin line or he’d bark at you. To distract yourself from laughing, you glanced at the mannequin, expecting it to do something. Alas, it did nothing but look into where it was painted to look at.

"It might be of use later…” You told yourself but you highly doubted it would be more useful than you.

The servant sighed then turned her gaze towards the boy. “Master Five, let me patch you up.”

“No, I can deal with this myself, I’ll just sleep it off.” He shrugged you off.

Unfortunately for him, you were determined, the look on your face supported that notion. “I’m afraid I won’t allow that. Your wound might get infected if you neglect it. Plus, seeing as you are hell bent on avoiding others, I am the only one who you can order around who wouldn’t try to look over your shoulder.”

Five’s thin lips were ready to bare the teeth that were hidden underneath his lips but his mind intervened before he could do so. You had a point, even though you were unexpectedly dragged into this, you could be of use to him -

"Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!" He laughed then added, "All those years by yourself. It's gonna screw with your head being alone."

"If you want to let the stress out, why not ask Y/N for help?"

"Y/N seems like she'd be good in bed, if you're the type to have a corruption kink and all. I wouldn't be surprised if you have one because you seem the type-" Klaus snapped his finger, "And, andd~! She wouldn't get arrested for dating you."

Warmth creeped onto Five’s cheeks as he recalled Klaus’ words from earlier. He was lucky that his face fell first, you wouldn’t be able to see how much you - correction, how much Klaus’ words affected him. In case his ears were reddening as well, he decided to bury his face further into the pillow to hide it but it was a poor attempt on his part.

“Do whatever you want.” His words were muffled by the pillow.

“What?” You asked, unable to hear his words.

The brown haired boy sat up and glared at your direction, which made you regret your words. “Do whatever you want but don't even think of watching me sleep.”

You nodded then, left his room to go get the first aid kit from the infirmary. Which made the boy sigh in relief then returned to lying on the bed but, this time he made sure to avoid lying on his injured side. As he stared into space, he began to silently plan out how he would get more information only to be disturbed by his beloved, Delores.

“Others would take a rest the moment their body hits the mattress yet, here you are letting your thoughts consume you rather than exhaustion.” Delores mused as she laughed at Five's situation.

“I assumed you would be grateful that I took the time to take you out for a stroll. That was no easy task.” The boy retorted, he knew she was going to piss him off for fun, she’s always been like that since they got together.

“Yeah I am grateful but, I would rather get to know my in-laws than be stuck in this room all day.” The mannequin teased with a knowing smirk, she knew Five was easy to play with when he's needy for someone's attention.

“Getting tired of me already? I thought you loved me.” The brown haired boy joked with a grin on his face. It was a rare sight that only Delores got to witness more often than the others.

“I do love you but, I recall you numerous times telling me off that I shouldn’t disturb you when you’re at ‘work’.” She rebutted which made her beloved chuckle in response.

“Smartass.”

“Master Five is everything alright?” You tilted your head, confused by what you had just walked in. The brunette was talking to someone just earlier…

“Oh! Is she the one you mentioned that’s always stuck by Vanya’s side?” Delores was ecstatic to finally meet one of the people Five grew up with. Even though he wasn't fond of you, Delores grew to love you whenever you were brought up with Vanya. She thought you both had a cute dynamic.

The physically young man wordlessly nodded to Delores, which you mistook as him saying that everything was alright. Assuming that everything was alright, you were quick to settle down by his bed and prepared what you needed: bandages, a surgical needle, a synthetic suture, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a clean washcloth along with a small bowl of lukewarm water. Once prepared, you took care of his injured side. The room was silent as the boy let out small huffs and your breathing were the only thing audible but, Five was hearing other things besides your breathing.

"Sweetheart, why don't you introduce me to her? I'd love to get to know her. She seems like a nice girl." The mannequin requested.

The brunette could not tell if she was trying to press his buttons or not. They both knew perfectly well that Delores trying to interact with others would just cause confusion but, his beloved is quite a chatterbox. Five might as well play along, or she would make his ears bleed from constant pleading. The thought of doing so made him roll his eyes, which you caught.

Thinking you did something wrong, you raised a question. "Did I do something wrong, Master Five?"

"Nothing, Delores wants to get to know you." He reassured, as an imaginary grin on Delores’ face grew. If you were not so observant, he would have thrown a quick glare in the mannequin’s direction for her cheekiness.

The mannequin bursted out laughing which made the brown-haired male flustered. "AHAHAHA! We've been together for 31 years and I never knew you had this kink."

"Oh right!" The servant was weirded out by this. You knew that you had to play along if you didn’t want to be torn apart. "I didn't introduce myself. Hi Ms. Delores, I'm Y/N, also referred to as Number Zero."

"I won't lie, she is very adorable. I can see why you'd want to keep her around." Dolores added, a finger ghosting on her cheek that complimented that cheeky grin of hers.

"I'm not keeping her." He hissed at Dolores.

You didn't know what he meant by that so you ignored it, and decided to ask another question. "So uh, what did Ms. Delores say?"

"She said that you seem like someone she'd hang around." The boy lied through his teeth but the blush across his face said otherwise.

"That is a complete 180 from what I said Five~" The mannequin sang then giggled.

For a moment, the room went silent, you were busy with Five's wounds whilst the boy was busy keeping his eyes on the mannequin. Dolores watched from her chair, as though taunting the brunette. The silence was comfortable at first but then it began to grow awkward because it felt like you had to do something to fill in the silence.

Out of nowhere, you blurted out a stupid question. "So, Ms. Dolores, do you like cooking?"

The moment you were able to process what you just blurted out, you wanted to smash yourself into a bloody wall. How could you be so stupid? Who in their right mind would ask if a mannequin - a flammable object, mind you - if it loved to cook. Even if it did, how was it supposed to cook? It would make sense if you were asking a robot or an advanced mammal - actually, anything that is capable of mimicking human behavior - but, of all things you just had to ask, you asked a flammable object if it liked to cook!? You were on the verge of running away at this point and let Five deal with his injury.

"Is she serious?" Dolores asked, surprised by what she heard as well.

Five didn't know what to say to his beloved. Trying to look for confirmation of your sincerity, he turned to you and saw that you were covering your face out of embarrassment. It was kinda cute. Watching the usually blank-faced girl wear a different expression… it made you more human rather than a puppet that the other's usually claimed you to be.

To the other numbers (Five was no exception), the servant seemed inhumane, too perfect to be human, you were practically a doll. If we are talking about what kind of doll would describe you, then "barbie" would be a suitable description. A doll that every girl dreamed to be, a doll that was suitable for every job it came across.

However their assumption of you changed when they noticed the cracks you were trying to hide from them, like how you stiffened and forced yourself to smile despite the insults being hurled at you, how you did want to go against their father but decided against it because of hesitance, and how you try your best to not cry or scream whenever their father needed your blood or for experimentation.

You were just as messed up as them…

From that point on, they recognized that it didn't feel right to label you as a doll. Though it didn't diminish the fact that you acted like a puppet, how you wouldn't act unless someone pulled the strings, how you mimicked others to look natural, and how you spoke like it came out from a script instead of saying what you actually think or feel.

Though, Five supposes this is the reason why you were given the "Number 0", it is neither even or odd. A number that represents balance, you stood on neither side, you were just someone who’s responsible for neutralizing issues before things could escalate. Strangely enough, despite you trying to act normal, you were the one that stood out among the dysfunctional family, because of how mentally unaffected you were by the household. Even Vanya had difficulty expressing her anger for you in her memoir.

Whilst the two numbers were busy with their own thoughts, someone was watching the scenery before her, amused by the silence that settled within the room.

The mannequin internally laughed at what she was witnessing. She found it rather ironic that despite Five being blunt about his distaste for you, you kept chasing him and made sure if he was alright. It was even more hilarious that he was beginning to open up to you but his hostility is still present. He hated you, you disliked him yet, you both cared for each other in your own way.

Even though she didn't have a heart, she felt envious of you. To be able to hold Five, to be able to run after him, to be able to stop him from overworking. You had everything Dolores wanted. But, alas, those are merely musings of a soulless husk.

Although this was an unspoken truth, Five knew his beloved "Dolores" wasn't real, she was merely something that manifested out of thin air because he wanted to keep himself sane during the apocalypse. She even recalled that time when some people from the commission found out about Dolores' existence, and they judged Five's mental state for it, even though Five acted like it was nothing, She was worried for him. They both knew it was the truth but he refused to acknowledge the reality of her existence.

Putting aside her jealousy, the mannequin was glad that despite all the weirdness Five carried, he found someone who did try to understand him. The thought of your open-mindedness and kindness warmed Dolores' non-existent heart.

"Thanks." Five broke the silence, his gaze elsewhere.

"Huh?" You tilted your head, not expecting his words.

"I know you heard me, don't make me say it twice or I'll give you a reason to be deaf." The brunette threatened, usually his threats would make you flinch but, this time it made you smile, not a forced one.

Your genuine smile went unnoticed but the tone of your voice didn't fail to express your sincerity. "You're welcome, Five."

The boy froze up as he realized you were calling him by his name again. He didn't know whether to call you out on it or just let it go… In the end, he failed to notice you had already left his side.

"I didn't think you'd warm up to her considering you told me how much you disliked her." The mannequin teased a knowing look on her face.

The brunette merely rolled his eyes at her then laid down on the bed, avoiding to ruin the stitches you made. "She's one of the tolerable ones, I have no choice."

Dolores smiled to herself knowing that was a lie.

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The next day, both the boy and the girl exited the house through the fire exit, with Dolores carefully placed into the duffle bag along with alcohol. The seance noticed you guys sneaking out and tried to join in but Five declined his offer. As Klaus was busy whining about how much he loved his 'little brother', you managed to hijack a nearby van and let Five drive to his desired location while you sat at the back with Dolores.

The brunette parked the van in front of the prosthetics building, watching people come and go while he fiddled with the glass eyeball in his hand. He mindlessly watched as a woman walked past the stolen van whilst a group of children played ball.

Seeing normalcy made Five sigh, he was envious of those people. People who lived a normal life had it better than him. He could not stop the feeling of envy creeping up on him. After all, they didn't have to worry about putting their lives on the line for others. Unlike them, the boy grew up in a dysfunctional household and got thrusted into the apocalypse at a young age. He was forced to grow up early and prioritize his life over others, which went against the old man's teachings.

As Five was busy with his own demons, he didn't notice you had let in uninvited guests.

You were bored out of your mind, and began to look out the window in hopes of finding something interesting, until you saw a familiar lanky figure heading towards the van. It was Klaus heading towards the van with Luther in tow, you opened the back door and waved at them to come in.

The lanky man skipped his way to the backdoor and began conversing with Dolores. As you tried your best to stop him from harassing it - because you had a feeling Five would rip him to pieces.

"I didn't think I would find a beauty like you in here." The seance whispered into Dolores' ear.

"Master Klaus you shouldn't-"

"Shh shh, let her speak." He said as he caressed the mannequin's cheek, even though it didn't say a word, Klaus giggled and started cradling Dolores in his arms.

"Does everyone in the Hargreeves family like talking to non-living things or something?" You questioned yourself as you bit the inside of your cheek.

At the front of the truck, it seemed like Luther was planning to sit in the passenger seat but it was locked. You unlocked the door for him since Five was unresponsive. You silently watched as the larger male struggled to enter the van due to his frame.

Suddenly, the brunette in the driver's seat screamed.

“No!” Five's scream caught you and Spaceboy's attention, you hurriedly went to his side and rubbed the small of his back.

“Five.” You murmured not wanting to overwhelm him with loud sounds.

“Five!” Luther called out, the volume of his voice made you flinch and cover the ear he screamed at.

“Hey Five!” The male shouted once again yet, it wasn't effective.

“NO!” The younger male screamed as he grabbed onto his hair whilst his eyes widened in fear, his breathing becoming ragged.

“Five!” You shook Five awake as the larger male shouted his brother's name like a mantra, trying to bring back the boy into reality.

When the brunette finally calmed down, you continued rubbing his back, concern etched into your features. “Are you alright, Master Five?”

He disregarded your words as he began to process the uninvited guest that sat on the passenger seat, "You shouldn’t be… How did you find me?”

“Um…” Space boy gestured to Klaus, who sat at the back of the van, cradling Five's beloved in his arms.

The seance murmured, “Hey baby…”

Once the lanky man noticed everyone's eyes were on him, he shooed away their lingering gazes. “Hey, a little privacy, guys. We’re really hitting it off back here.”

Out of irritation, the boy throws the nearest object at Klaus. The lanky man screamed and used the mannequin as a shield, in an attempt to protect himself. Luckily, you caught the object before Klaus got injured and threw Five a side eye, which made him roll his eyes.

“Get out! You can’t be here! I’m in the middle of something." The physically younger male hissed at his barely sober brother.

The seance dismissed his threat and approached his brothers who sat at the front of the van. “Any luck finding out your one-eyed man?”

“No.” Five whispered, internally groaning at the fact he even trusted his idiot of a brother with the secret of the apocalypse.

“What’s he talking about?” Luther brought up with a raised brow.

“Does it matter? It’s Klaus.” The boy quickly shot down.

At first, Klaus looked hurt but, he redirected his gaze to the larger male as though silently asking Luther to defend him but, nothing came out of Spaceboy's mouth. Defeated, the seance breathed through his nose and acted as though he wasn't hurt. Out of pity, you rubbed his back.

The small brunette sighed, “What do you want, Luther?”

“So…” Dirty blond male cautiously glanced at you, “So, Grace may have something to do with Dad’s death.” He paused and glanced at you again trying to read if you have a reaction. “I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It’s important.”

"Is something on my face?" You asked yourself as you started to feel your face if there was a bloodstain you forgot to wipe away from Five's wounds.

“It’s important.” Five mocked his brother’s words then scoffed. “You have no concept of what’s important.”

“Hey!” Klaus interrupted, “Did I ever tell you guys about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?”

The lanky man laughed his stomach out, sadly, the others weren't laughing along with him. “It was so painful!”

Luther and Five grimaced at their brother's words, while you looked at the seance as though he had committed a sin. Despite everyone's obvious disgust, someone else - besides Klaus - managed to laugh because of his shenanigans, it was Five. You witnessed the boy turn his head then hid his giggle underneath his breath. It was oddly adorable.

“What are you still doing here?” The larger man scrunched up his brows, his gaze on Klaus.

“I- What? I need an excuse to hang out with my family?” Klaus placed a hand on his chest, offended by the other male's choice of words.

“We’re trying to have a serious conversation here.”

“What, and I’m incapable of being serious? Is that what you’re saying?”

At this point, you couldn't help but frown and feel bad for Klaus. No one in the family took him seriously just like how they treated Vanya. He acts as though he isn't bothered but, you know it hurts him, just as much as how the others treated Vanya differently.

“Luther’s got a point, you should get out.” Five added.

“What?!"

Reluctantly, the lanky man crawls out of the van murmuring how it was unfair. Once he got out of the van, he screamed “FINE!” then slammed the door closed.

"I- I should go after Master Klaus…" You said quietly then followed Klaus to the convenience store. You had a feeling he'd cause trouble and it would be best someone would be there to prevent it.

Once you and Klaus left, the atmosphere in the van became tense. The unspoken rivalry, rather, the one sided rivalry between Luther and Five was becoming more evident to the naked eye. Since you left, Luther felt like he could finally bring up his suspicion of you to Five.

“What the hell are you up to?” Luther questioned whilst he observed the seance and the servant head to the convenience store together.

“You wouldn’t understand.” The younger male stated, his eyes narrowing at the prosthetics building across them.

“Try me. Last I checked, I’m still the leader of this family.”

“Well, last I checked. I’m 18 years older than you.”

The larger man inhaled deeply then turned to his 'younger' brother. “You know what your problem is?”

“Really hoping you’ll tell me.” Five sarcastically remarked, his hazel eyes never leaving the building across the van.

“You think you’re better than us. You always have. Even when we were kids. But the truth is, you’re just as messed up as the rest of us. We’re all you have and you know it.”

The brunette lets out a dejected sigh. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Number One. I know I am.”

Spaceboy chuckled at his words, Five just proved his point.

“I’ve done unimaginable things, things you couldn’t even comprehend.” the boy pointed out as his grip on the steering wheel tightened but it came off as an exaggeration to Luther, “Right…”

“Just to get back here and save you all.” Five added.

Unexpectedly, the convenience store from across the street was experiencing a commotion, catching the passersby's attention along with Five and Luther's. Out came Klaus carrying a huge amount of food in his arms followed by the security guard screaming for him to halt.

“Whoa!” The seance runs with the food he shoplifted as the security ran after him.

One of the security guards screamed with a baton in hand. “Stop!”

“Hey! Stop right now!”

The lanky man waves at the van, some of the food he stole fell behind. Due to his carelessness, he almost gets run over by a taxi, luckily it stopped halfway, though he managed to narrowly dodge the vehicle.

As for you, you were held back at the convenience store as you paid for the food your master shoplifted. You internally grumbled about regretting ever feeling pity for him and how you should have known he would have pulled a stunt like this.

After that whole fiasco, Luther was about to leave the van until he remembered something he had been planning to tell Five once you weren't around.

"Since you don't plan on showing up to the family meeting, I'll give you a heads up, Y/N might have something to do with dad's death." Luther said, his back against the boy.

Five's eyes widened and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as the puzzles in his head began to fall into pieces. "You have nothing to worry about. I've dealt with people like her."

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Luther and Allison gathered every family member in the living room, except Five since he was being stubborn. The monitor that he and Allison were playing with last night, currently sat on the bar, the video tape already in it. All he needed to do was play the footage…

The large male took in a deep breath then played it. The monitor replayed the night of the murder, Grace was taking care of the Monocle's needs, suddenly he started twitching and fell on his back, amidst him experiencing a heart attack, Ms. Grace did nothing but look down at him instead of doing what she was programmed to do.

The whole room went silent, Luther observed the other's reactions and noticed that only Vanya and Klaus were mortified. Number one expected that he and Allison were the only ones who wouldn't be surprised but you and Diego didn't seem surprised by the footage. Diego seemed a little too satisfied whilst you looked away from the monitor.

The dirty blond male narrowed his brows, "Suspicious."

“I mean, do you really think that mom would hurt Dad?”, Vanya broke the silence.

“You haven’t been home in a long time, Vanya. Maybe you don’t know Grace anymore.”

“If he was poisoned, it would have shown up in the coroner’s report.” Diego remarked with a matter of factly tone.

“Well, I don’t need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.”

“Maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your head.” The lad in black leather approached the monitor and replayed the footage. “Dad has his monocle. Grace stands up. Monocle’s gone.”

Klaus laughed, “Oh, yeah!”

The Latino turns his back, “She wasn’t poisoning him. She was… taking the monocle, to clean it.”

“Then where is it?”

Everyone went silent not having an answer to that question. You, even as an accomplice, didn't even know where it was. You were pretty sure disposing of the monocle was not part of the plan…

“No, I’ve searched the whole house, including her things. She doesn’t have it.”

The kraken looked down as he took out his knife and fidgeted with it, till his eyes met Luther's. “That’s because I took it from her. After the funeral.”

“You’ve had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego!” Allison exclaimed.

“Give it to me.” Luther commanded, taking a few strides towards Diego, his hand out awaiting for the monocle to be returned.

“I threw it away.”

The rumor scoffed at her brother's admission.

“You what? ” Number one’s voice boomed.

“Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you’d lose your shit. Just like you are doing right now.” The latino menacingly pointed at Spaceboy's direction with the pointed edge of his dagger.

“Diego, you son of a bitch.” Luther walks over to Number two but Vanya interrupts him before another fight starts, you mirror her actions as well and walk in front of Diego to prevent him from doing anything reckless.

“Hey. no. calm down.” Vanya said, “Look, I know dad wasn’t exactly an open book. But, I do remember one thing. He said Mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector.”

“Well, if her hardware is degrading, then… We need to turn her off.”

"Oh no." You thought. This was definitely not part of Mr. Hargreeves' plan.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. She’s not just a vacuum you can throw into a closet. She feels things, I’ve seen it.” The kraken angrily said as his glare hardened, along with the finger pointing becoming more abundant.

“She stood there, and watched our father die.” The dirty blond male pointed out as he gestured to the footage.

“I’m with Luther.”

“Surprise, surprise.” Diego sarcastically retorted.

“Shut up.” The rumor barked back.

Suddenly, the whole room looked at Vanya, expecting an answer out of her. “I- I don't-”

"Yeah, she shouldn't get a vote." Diego interrupted her before she could decide but Vanya snapped back at him. "I was gonna say that I agree with you."

"Okay. She should get a vote."

The Latino turned to Klaus, "What about you, stoner boy? What are you thinking?"

"Oh, so, what? Do you need my help now? Oh 'Get out of the van, Klaus!', 'Well, welcome back to the van.' -

"What van?" The woman in curls interjected, not following through with this whole van thing. Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone as Vanya didn't know what the van metaphor was for.

The large male released a sigh and changed the topic, "What's it gonna be Klaus?"

“I’m with Diego because screw you Luther! And if Ben were here, he'd agree with me." The lanky man replied while looking Luther in the eye, as though to intimidate him.

"So, that's three to two."

"Vote's not final yet." The actress stated which caused the whole room to raise eyebrows.

"What?"

"Five's not here." She pointed out. You could hear everyone - except Luther who was silently thanking her - internally groan at her words. At this point, she was just stalling!

The lad in black leather scoffed and then argued, "You really think Five would show up to something as stupid as this?"

"Why don't we just let Y/N vote for him?" Klaus suggested as he pushed you forward like a sacrificial lamb.

"Master Klaus, I'm afraid I can't do that-"

"She doesn't have a say in this." You stiffened at Luther's words, "I don't like the sound of that."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? That she is not one of us? She is treated like an experiment and got traumatized because of that bastard! How is she any different from us?" Diego fought back on your steed, while you looked at him like he had grown another head.

"Because we-"

"Just you, Luther." Allison corrected, looking away from the scene before her.

"I think she might be an accomplice in Dad's death." The larger male finished her sentence which made the living room feel unwelcoming as dead silence followed.

The Latino scoffed then taunted the big man, "I'm surprised your mouth hasn't retired from carrying all that shit your ass couldn't handle."

"And here we go again." The rumor muttered under her breath.

Luther ignored his brother's taunts and began providing arguments, "During dad's funeral, Y/N was supposed to check on the footage and report to me if there was anything suspicious but she didn't inform me."

"That's because I was with Five, I'm supposed to be watching over him in case the effects of time traveling were kicking in." You hurriedly replied which unknowingly raised suspicion in Luther's eyes.

"Didn't you and Pogo switch shifts whilst monitoring the CCTVs?"

"Yes but, I didn't have time to check on the tapes-"

"You didn't have time yet the tape was conveniently placed on top of the cabinet." The dirty blond male pointed out, your eyes widened in fear because you didn't know how to defend yourself… You felt helpless.

You were well aware that you were not the one who placed the tape there, so it could have been Pogo. As much as you would love to defend yourself, you couldn't exactly speak out either since this would ruin the plan but you were itching to stand up for yourself. In the end, you sucked it up and didn't say a word.

"You even told me that I should 'broaden your scope, especially your list of suspects'. " Luther's eyes felt like lasers being burned through your skull.

You gulped, looking down at your feet as your tears were ready to cascade down your cheeks. You even regretted leaving those clues for him because you didn't think you would be put into this position, "I- I was… I was trying to cheer you up…"

"Is that the only excuse you can come up with?" Luther scoffed, he almost sounded like his father… It scares you.

"Vanya, please keep an eye on Y/N for now." The larger male ordered the petite woman.

Desperately, you walked up to him, "I know it looks bad but, Can I at least attempt to get Five back? His decision might help finalize what to do with Ms. Grace."

"His decision won't save you."

At this point, you were trembling. The ringing in your ears became louder, your mind zoning out until you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned to see it was Klaus wearing a reassuring smile though it didn't do much.

"That's enough Luther, you're scaring her." Allison finally stepped in.

The violinist approached your side cautiously then gently whispered, "Y/N, I believe it's best you listen to Luther for now."

"For now, let's wait for Five to return. The whole family has to vote. We owe each other that." The rumor ended the discussion and everyone began to part their ways.

Once Vanya finished conversing with Diego about Ms. Grace, she - gently - took you by your wrist and headed to your room. You were so busy in your head that you didn't realize that Vanya was the one taking you to your room.

The violinist wore a concerned look on her face, "Hey, Y/N, you alright? You seem so out of it? It's very unusual for you… I'm assuming you are bothered by what Luther said? You looked like you were about to cry earlier."

"I'm not bothered, just worried about Five. I was supposed to be by his side but I ended up getting house arrest instead." You answered jokingly but you could not bring yourself to fake a smile.

Vanya laughed, not noticing that your energy didn't match your tone. "If it helps, I don't think you would kill dad."

"You wouldn't know that…" You wanted to say that but kept it to yourself.

"So don't beat yourself up over this, if you're innocent you have nothing to lose."

You briefly replied with a fake smile, "Yeah. Thanks."

The petite brunette noticed the brief reply but shrugged it off then changed topics. "So, I've heard from the others that you and Five have been hanging out, is that true?"

You nodded.

"I didn't think he'd open up to you… with how he openly hates you and all- Not saying that it's a bad thing that you guys are getting along now! It's just… unexpected is all."

You relaxed for a bit and chuckled. You knew for a fact neither of you guys were getting along. At most, you guys were just tolerating each other because you all saw how you guys benefited from each other.

"That's one way of putting it." You murmured.

You and Vanya arrived in your room and sat on your bed. In sync, you guys laid down on your backs and stared at the ceiling above you guys.

"So how's Five doing?" The brunette questioned, probably worried about his mental state considering what happened the day before… or was it earlier?

"Well, from what I can tell, he's getting used to people…" you answered, trying to evade the topic of the apocalypse when answering her question.

Vanya exhaled through her nostrils, "I really should have insisted for him to get help."

"I understand your concern Miss Vanya but, you can't help someone who doesn't recognize they need help. You would only be wasting your energy."

"I'm sorry," She murmured, a habit of hers that she never got over.

You smiled then added, "You have nothing to be sorry about, you're just doing what you think is right."

"Y/N can I ask you something?"

You nodded giving her the go signal.

"Why would you try to comfort Luther by advising him to look into other people as well?"

You froze up. You couldn't lie to Vanya, something was telling you that you couldn't go against someone's orders. "I can't-"

Unexpectedly, a myriad of gunshots were coming from the hallway.

"Hide!" You shouted, before Vanya could protest, you urgently hid her in your closet as you hid under the bed.

Once the sound of gunshots and blades clanking simmered down, you got out of your hiding spot and readied your retractable bo staff. Vanya got out of the closet as well once she heard you got out of your hiding spot.

"Miss Vanya, I will be heading out to assist the others," You grabbed a ballistic shield you have been hiding behind the closet, "I'll be giving you this ballistic shield for your protection. Please don't make any sound."

"Wait, Y/N you shouldn't-" Number seven grabbed your wrist in an attempt to stop you but the determined look on your face made her grip loosen.

"I have to Miss Vanya, I'm sorry. It's my responsibility to protect you- I mean, protect the academy. I can't just stand by and watch them throw away their lives like that."

Vanya was left speechless with your words. You did not outright say anything about her being ordinary or not having powers but, it felt like the term "responsibility" became synonymous with the word “power”. It made her think that she didn't have the power to protect others nor herself, that's why other people had to get themselves hurt to protect her.

"Remember, do not open the door for anyone even if you know it's someone you think you can trust; We don't know what the intruder is capable of, so trust no one. I will let you know if the coast is clear so keep a lookout for my messages." You told her then left your room, unknowingly leaving Vanya to her thoughts.

You cautiously surveyed the hallway, you held the bo staff's body with high alert including your other senses actively looking for the intruders that entered the academy. When you reached the stairs, you witnessed Diego and Allison simultaneously attacking a familiar pink masked person. You were about to jump into the action until you heard Vanya's voice from the living room.

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"Hello?" Vanya went down the stairs, worry in her voice and facial features.

"Guys? Is everyone okay?"

"Hello? Guys?" She entered the living room unaware of the danger emanating from the lounge.

Once the violinist entered the room she tried to look for any signs of life but only saw the result of the fight, which was gun residue and bullet casings littering the area. As she was about to leave and investigate the other rooms, she heard chains rattling behind her.

The petite woman turned and was met with the intruder who wore a blue cartoony mask, who was wielding a morning star. He swung it towards Vanya but she ducked just in time. As he was about to hit her with his arm, a two-pronged spear stopped him midway, which created a distance between Vanya and the intruder.

The spear was a surprise to everyone in the living room except you, they turned their gaze and met your hues. Once the masked man's attention was set on you, Vanya quickly hid not wanting to be a liability.

"If you're looking for someone to fight, at least pick someone who can fight." You taunted the larger man.

With ease, you jumped from the second floor then dash towards the masked man, using the momentum you've picked up, you raised your foot and pushed kick his torso away. The impact made him stumble backwards and pause as he tried to gather his footing.

The spear that you threw at him earlier is now in your hands, you pressed the button that would retract the prongs and swung it towards the mask - his head was your main target - which made him stagger back again.

"This brat is too quick, I should've left her with Cha cha." Hazel grumbled to himself.

Despite the obvious large distance, you cautiously took a few steps backwards and used the staff as a boundary. An open hand supporting the head of the bo staff whilst a closed fist on the butt of the staff holding onto it with a strong grip.

Seeing as the double attack to his head was making him fall behind, you quickly withdrew from your defensive stance then, taunted the masked man by spinning your bo staff. Once he regained his footing, he swung the ball of spikes onto the body of the staff, so it would fall apart.

However, you decided to take a gamble and retract it. You dashed forward to tackle him but, due to the frame and weight differences, your attack didn't affect him. Unknown to him, this was all part of your plan, this was the distance you needed for your next move. You made the staff face upwards then unretracted it which propelled his chin thus leading him to fall backwards.

By now he was outside the living room, you were out of breath and so the masked man. Your main objective was achieved, Vanya wasn't within his reach but, you were not sure if you could hold him off any longer.

"Hey, asshole." Luther greeted. Despite what he did to you earlier, you were thankful for his presence.

"Y/N go look for Pogo and Grace!"

You nodded and headed off to where you usually see Pogo and Grace. Once you have met up with the advanced chimpanzee you guided him to the basement and reassured him that everything was under control. You were planning to go out and look for Grace this time but, curiosity got the better of you.

"Did you hire those people?" You questioned as your grip on the retractable bo staff tightening.

"Master Hargreeves never hired an outside party to get involved… It must be someone who knows what he is planning, or people after his fortune." He replied but you were not satisfied with his answer, it was evident on your face.

You scoffed then exclaimed, "What the hell is he planning?! Vanya almost got killed out there!"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you. Master Hargreeves made me swear to not speak of it, unless the truth is finally revealed to the whole academy."

You were livid but walked away from him with a huff, to go look for Ms. Grace. At this point, you have given up on trying to find out the truth. Even though you were one of the Monocle's loyal servants, he treated you like the other numbers and kept you in the dark despite his hesitancy to trust you, he gave you little to no information, so you would be left to figure it out yourself.

Once you received Vanya's text, you went out of the basement and surveyed the house if there were lingering intruders. Suddenly, you ran to where you heard the crash come from and saw a fallen chandelier along with the other numbers who looked like they were still processing what they witnessed.

"What happened?" You broke the silence, it seemed like they were hesitant to answer but Allison managed to speak. "A chandelier fell on Luther, please check on him."

You bowed to the rumor, as you were ready to leave Vanya, Allison and Diego to their own devices.

Suddenly, the violinist's question made you freeze, "Who were those people?"

You were well aware that the question was not directed towards you but, the instinct - a rumor - told you to answer her but, then you saw Diego narrowing his eyes at you, as though silently questioning why you haven't left. You tightened your lips into a line then silently went to the clinic to prep for Luther's wounds.

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Venom — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Five and the Reader have hated each other for many years and nothing has ever changed that, but since Five has been spending so much time with Lila, the Reader are is extremely jealous. She always tries to ruin every time the two meet, but after a while, Five comes to understand where this anger that is bigger than usual comes from. And as much as the Reader is proud and would rather die than admit something, Five knows put she in her place.

Angst Prompts:

8. “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!��

10. “Don’t touch me!”

12. “why do you keep bringing it up?”

15. “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.’’

21. “i can’t deal with you right now.”

29. “I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

36. “you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too.”

39. “i can’t have this argument with you again” “but-” “no. i’m done”.

45. “Can you quit being emotional for five seconds?”

Smut Prompts:

17. “After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

20. “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

42. “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”

51. “What did you just say?’’

72. “Fuck you.”

Fluff Prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”,

21. “you’re not very intimidating.”

28. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Not.”

33. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

46. “it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “ i say this. and i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive.”,

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mention of murder/blood, angst, really jealousy, anger issues, REALLY HEAVY/ANGER smut, NSFW, dirty talk, degradation, but fluff and soft in the end.

Word count: 10K

A/N: omg that's a LOT of prompts and this fic is BIG GOSH HJDBJHDV. I merged the request since they had the same prompts and the same plot, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here !! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you ❤️

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Some people are born with a kind of savagery ingrained in their bloodstream. Something that makes you chase your goals with the tenacity and ferocity of a Lion. Something that pumps adrenaline into your veins faster than other people, almost like a powder keg always ready to explode, to destroy anything that stands between you and your purpose.

It was dangerous to have a temper ever so subtly balanced, constantly at peace armed just waiting for the first sign to unlock the gates of hell.

Five and you could very well be fitted into the profile of people who are born with this natural aggression. Five Hargreeves was no prince charming, loving and upstanding, and neither were you a maiden who needed to be saved by a man. In a fairy tale, you will be the fire-breathing dragon and Five would be the dark sorcerer.

You two were the villains of many stories. And neither both of you give a damn about it.

That must be why the Commission the two of you to work together. Because two killing machines cause more slaughter together than they do separately. And since they joined you two, the numbers of cases solved with a one-shot accuracy of 38 have increased by a number that left all the bosses with their jaws dropped.

Nobody was a match for the duo that everyone started to call “Death and Chaos”. Nobody got out alive if not to live, a trail was aways wiped out if you two were ordered to disappear with the bodies. All the most difficult and obscure cases were passed to the you two, and there was not one that not be resolved.

But such success at work didn't guarantee a good relationship between Hargreeves and you. Two extremely similar geniuses could result in nothing less that anarchy.

Five's plans were always very precise but your inability to resolve anything other than not on the basis of improvisation was an annoyance none of you could bear. Hargreeves thought before acted and you acted before thought. And that always resulted in endless fights and loud screams with curses and insults.

“Can't you just shut your fucking mouth before I rip your tongue out?!” Five spat out the words, green eyes blazing in a fiery rage that was aimed completely at you.

It wasn't your fault that you two be with a car broken down in the middle of nowhere. Torrential rain cascading furiously outside, the cold ricocheting off the shuttered windows, the furious splash of water splashing onto the bodywork.

“Are you forgetting that you were the one who crashed the car into that pole and this must have damaged the engine, asshole?!'' You growled.

“Chasing the target you missed!”

You wanted to scream that he only escaped because Five interfered in your fight with the target and you ended up missing the shot, just hitting the man's shoulder who immediately started running. In that second, you looked at Hargreeves in shock and anger, and Five snapped indignantly at your ingratitude.

“I didn't need your fucking help! I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.” Your voice was starting to rise in volume.

“The dude was triple your size, Y/N!” Five was extremely angry “If you ended up with any broken bones or dead, I would have to carry or bury your carcass, and I don't need your dirty, disgusting blood on my suit!''

“Fuck you!” You exploded, your gunpowder barrel destroying for the seventh time today. You were extremely exhausted, your body aching, your head throbbing. The moon found the peak in the sky and brought with it a heavy wave of weariness. There was no battery left in your system to deal with Five Fucking Hargreeves. "I can't deal with you right now!"

The gaze in his depths emerald green eyes changed from explosive annoyance to a visceral fury filled with hate and indignation.

“You know what?!” His voice was rough as sand in a wound. "You are right! I don't need to deal with you. I don't have to deal with all that fucking shit." He picked up the suitcase that was lying on the back seat of the car.“This shit is your fault so fix your mess youself! ”

Then, in a sour magic trick, the blue flash of his powers engulfed his enraged figure, vanishing any trace that would reveal the Five Hargreeves were once there. It took a second for you to convince yourself that he actually did it. But reality fell on your shoulders like a piano falling on top of someone in a cartoon.

“SON OF A BITCH.” You kicked the dashboard of the car, outrage coursing through your veins, the pain in your body crushing the muscles once more.

Your head fell into your blood-stained and rainwater hands, the light of the moon and stars being the only thing illuminating the darkness outside. In that moment, your hatred for Five was as palpable as the bruises on your dirty skin, your anger being the only thing keeping you conscious and away from the abyss of exhaustion. It wasn't like you expected anything different from a guy like him, you'd do the same yourself if you had that kind of power, but that didn't assuage your hatred for the whole situation he put you in.

However, after a few minutes, the adrenaline began to subside and the tiredness increased. The sound of the rain outside was now just a sound in the background, the furious whistling of the wind was no more than a breath to your blurry consciousness, and the abyss of exhaustion engulfed you like a rattlesnake in its final pounce. You passed out, deeply.

Maybe it took a few minutes, or a few hours, but you didn't notice when a blue flash materialized beside you, or notice the bright lights of the headlights of other cars advanced towards you.

Five Hargreeves hated you. With every cell in his body and whit every milliliter of warm blood coursing through his veins. He could be cruel, atrocious and selfish, but there was loyalty within his body scarred by so many fights. And as much as you had the ability to bring out the worst in him, Hargreeves wouldn't abandon a partner

There was a limit of anger and exasperation he could handle in a day, and you'd reached his quota. Five could have taken you with him when he disappeared in the flash to seek reinforcement from the Commission, but he was on edge and couldn't look at you anymore without a very strong feeling, that burn his throat from the inside out, come to the surface.

And, the truth was Hargreeves was afraid to find out what would happen if this mysterious feeling surfaced and took control, taking away all the self-control he'd built up his entire life.

There was something about you that scared him.

Something in the abyss of the depths of anger, hate and tantrum. There was something there, in the darkest corner of the dungeon of his soul, something that always flared up whenever Five looked at you.

And he didn't want to find out what it was.

The seasons changing whit time. In the blink of an eye, winter was already autumn, the snow was replaced by heat and, just like flowers bloomed with spring, something in your dynamic with Five also bloomed with each season. The weeks ranig fast and the years passed even more faster. And, as much as the hatred of each other, the screams and the anger, were still very present factors in the coexistence between the two of you, your strange relationship established itself in a routine that perpetuated itself with each change of season.

The job required you to be together twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, and this became more than just work. The coexistence forced by the missions for so long planted roots and bore fruit, always being with one person meant that there was no one else to talk to, spend time with, reveal secrets and... know like the back of your hand every alley of each other's souls.

There was no one else to talk to when a case stole the best of you, when killing a child was what made you cry in the car, with Five sitting next to you and his male hand resting gently on your back, in a gesture of solidarity.

There was no one else to drink with when exhaustion washed over Five and his powers needed time to recharge. There was no one else to comment on sarcastic observations of situations that only the two of you lived in missions.

So the coexistence between two arch-enemies became the coexistence of two colleagues who knew each other very well, and passed on to two friends who understood how the other worked. Soon, it was no longer difficult to be in the same environment. In fact, whenever one of you had to do something separate, deep down in the soul you two felt like getting back to your normal routine soon, for to be with someone who understood how each of you two work out.

That's how more years went by, the routine now as solid as the mountains on the horizon. And this remained in that way until one day. Until that fateful day.

You don't really know how it happened. You don't know if this was something you've been feeling for a long time. It was hard to connect with emotions when your job was to kill without scruples. But in anyway, when your bullet pierced another skull, when you sat in the same seat, in the same car, and wiped the blood off your hands like you always had for so many years, with Five in the same driver's seat, something inside of you changed.

You didn't want that job anymore. And it hit you like a hot desert wind.

You no longer wanted to kill, torture, bury bodies at four in the morning, leave one slaughter only to go to another the next day.

There would always be a new target to scratch off the map.There would always be more hot blood to be wiped off your hands. Was this how your whole life would be summed up? Killing? At that point, after so many years, you couldn't remember why you got into this job. Maybe it had to do with the money, maybe it had to do with the anger and hatred that a horrible childhood had resulted in, but whatever it was, it no longer made sense to you.

"What's it?" Five's voice, as intense as hot coffee, snapped you out of your reverie. "You seem very lost in thought."

You were no longer surprised at how easily he could unravel you. You did the same thing with him too. At this stage of coexistence, it no longer made sense to lie and hide things from Five. Not only would he know you're lying, but he'd know how to get the truth out of you without even asking this time. And, most of all, you trust him.

"I'm thinking about retiring." What an ironic phrase for a 27 year old girl to say.

It was in that second that you lifted your attention in Five's direction, finding the wide, breathtaking green eyes staring at you. Something very intense and conflicted was thundering in that sea of emeralds. As if a gray storm had chased away all the sun and light from the ocean.

Are something that, as much as you tried and as much as you knew he for so many years, you didn't know how to unravel what it was. Without you realizing it, your heart was racing, your breathing was blocked and now your hands were no longer cleaning the blood from your fingers.

Five Hargreeves said nothing. He just turned toward the steering wheel, started the ignition, and set the car in motion, heading toward the commission once more. Normally, at this point of conviviality, it was almost routine for the two of you to talking post-mission, sarcastic and witty remarks on the way to the Commission.

But this time there was no one voice for the entire ride. Silence reigned like an omen, hanging heavy in the air like a gray and black funeral, charged with very deep emotions. The intensity was tangible and could have been cut with a dagger, but you were focused on keeping your eyes on the landscape in your window to see his fingers gripping the steering wheel, the white color already taking over his slender fingertips.

And Five Hargreeves was too focused on looking at the road to notice your shaky breathing. Not realizing how much force he was puttin on the steering wheel, how much his heart was quivering in a way he'd never felt before. Even though he'd already taken this same route to the Commission dozens of times, this time something tasted different. The air felt different. This is the end.

The clouds outside began to close in a obscure shade of gray. The noise of the wheels running along the road was the only sound that hovered inside the four doors, for him it was like a chorus that precedes the condemned man's path to the gallows. A funeral orchestra of ruin. Five can't say why but, in that moment, as the world outside exploded in the same funereal colors that were painting his soul, he remembered his father's words: “Hold your breath and count to ten”.

In that very second, just as his father's hoarse, raspy voice evaporated into the air like mist in the sun, the clouds gave way to their weight, pouring a furious torrent of water into the world. The droplets fell onto the car like infinite marbles, and the color of the horizon became even darker. Maybe the color of the future too. As the sky's appearance turned almost apocalyptic with each car's advance, Five found no motivation in the whole body to care, to care if the storm would knock down trees in its path, blow off the roofs of houses, become a tornado. He didn't care.

Let the sky fall.

Not a word was said when the car parked at the commission, not a word was said as each went to their apartment, and not a word was said as night fell and the rain grew heavier. It was like a wall had gone up between Five and you all over again. Like the same as years ago. But now loaded with more emotions, not just hate.

You couldn't tell how you were. Not whit what you was felling. Is been so long that you have a routine that you couldn't say how to live your life without Five. You didn't want to live life without him. That was the only certainty you had.

The next day, while you were in the commission's file room looking for the profile of a possible target your boss asked you for, the retirement request still forming in your brain, the noise of a familiar blue flash echoed beside you.

“Five!’’ You gasp in shock, your suit tie now feeling too tight. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be picking up the new briefcase in the construction sector?''

“Y/n.” Only this. Just the way your name left his red lips like an incantation, the key to your secrets. No matter how many years passed, the way he said your name always made you feel strange things. “Are you still going to retire?”

That caught you off guard. Almost as if the sky turned red. You didn't expect him to broach the subject. You knew the guy, maybe at most he would give you god with a pat on the back and slam the door behind you as soon as you left the commission.

“I…” you took a deeper breath, letting your shoulders slump. “Yes, I think so.”

How would you live if you never heard that voice say your name again?

Five was silent once more. This time, his gaze was lost somewhere in the room. The six-foot-tall perfectly straight stance, the body of a guy 28-year-old's body exuding that cologne that always made your breath miss somewhere. His hands were tucked into the bottom of his dress pants, so you didn't know his fingers were squeezing his palms tightly.

It was then that he lowered his eyes in your direction. That sea of green deeply staring into every corner of your soul. There were secrets in that look. Secrets you want him to tell you.

Something inside you snapped at that moment. An electric current invading your body from head to toe. You'd already done a lot of things in your life, many of them devastated you, but in that little second, you knew that, whatever he was going to tell you, this is gonna take your down.

You were afraid that Five could hear your heartbeat. Because you could hear.

But as much as Five was feeling his throat on fire, his hands itching and something screaming that he might die if he didn't do anything, he couldn't find the words to tell you what was on his soul. He didn't know how to say that he couldn't imagine days when he didn't get mad at you, nights when you didn't complain about the cold and how annoying he was.

Hargreeves would rather you yell at him than never hear your voice again. You were a drug that, after so many years, he couldn't let go.

It was inconceivable to drive that car if you weren't in the passenger seat. He always knew there was the possibility for you to leave this life. Leave that job. Leave him. But the truth was he wasn't ready for that to happen. Maybe he never was.

Five didn't know how to tell that he spent the night awake doing math equations to find the coordinates to get back to his reality. Not for him. But because…maybe, just maybe, if he showed you a new adventure, you'd agree to go with him.

Stay a few more years by his side. Maybe enough years until when you realize that you're already old and that you can't remember a life when the two of you weren't together.

Hargreeves would never make you stay in a job you were unhappy in, let alone one that requires killing. But he could give you a new offer. And maybe he could mask the need to have you on his side with the excuse that he would be leaving anyway. And if he wasn't by your side too, you could end up dead in any ditch, and he wouldn't soil his suit with your blood carrying your body or spend time going to your funeral.

When Five finally managed to tell you that he was leaving and that you could go with him - in a very not a eloquent way, that didn't show any romantic connotation or intentions at all - he was surprised when you accepted.

You didn't show any sentimentality either, saying that even if the downside of the situation was having to to deal with him any longer, you couldn't deny one adventure. Even more if it meant becoming a rebel and turning your back on the commission in a very disreputable way, since you couldn't ask for retirement now that Five was leaving tomorrow.

Hargreeves knew you liked reckless and orchestrated things right away, and maybe he was also counting on that motivating you to agree to go with him.

“it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” you barked at him.

"I say this. And i cannot stress this enough. i find you completely repulsive."

That moment in the file room was one of the few situations where the two of you were soft on each other. And as soon as the chance of separation didn't hover over yours heads, the fights, anger and irritation returned with overwhelming force. Maybe because, in a very strange way, that was the normal for the two of you. That was you two comfort zone.

And that's how things unfolded. That's how you followed Five through dimensions, through his family dramas, through the second apocalypse. And that's how you ended up here, arms folded on the Elliot´s couch, which you've recently begun to think is stupid, imprisoned in 1963 - a stupid time when it really always pissed you off more than usual. - Having to face Lila's stupid face because she was sitting on the other stupid couch in front of you

It didn't help that stupid Five was too busy explaining his plan to Lila one more time.

What a fucking stupid situation.

You don't know why you were in such a bad mood. And you've always been known to have an explosive personality, so being angrier than usual meant you was unbearable now.

Everything in your temper started to get worse the second Five returned to Morty's television with Diego and Lila. His brother didn't bother you, in fact you even found him pleasant. What got on your nerves was that girl who made you want to commit a murder all over again. Her voice irritated you, her big eyes made you want to break something, and the way she paid so much attention to Five, as if he were an heady snake enchanted by a skilled sorcerer, awakened a destructive sense you thought you didn't have more.

This situation was so fucking ridiculous. For God's sake, you were a grown woman. Extremely dangerous, categorized as the Commission's top assassin. How the hell were you in such a childish position? Seething whenever that girl silently looked at Five.

God, you wanted to gouge out those eyes.

It didn't help that she looked like an princess. And, as much as you look at yourself and brag about having boobs so much bigger than hers, she is very pretty and you can't help but be annoyed that you're giving vent to the female rivalry you've always hated.

What the fucking damn hell. You hated that girl.

"But what if your guys can't find your dad or if he doesn't help solve this crazy timeline you just said?" Her voice asking the same question again was the trigger.

“Can't you think for yourself or do you just like to have everything in hand?” You said, arms crossed, one leg on top of the other and the look on fire.

Five looked at you. “It’s a valid question.”

Oh he wouldn't defend her.

“For those who don’t have half a brain, that’s for sure.”

Now you had his full attention. “I've gotten used to your damn bad mood, but you're an extremely pain in the ass these days. Have you ever tried passion fruit juice?"

“Have you tried to go fuck yourself?” You retorted.

“Sure would be better than fucking you”

“I don’t know, Five, that friend of yours on the Commission seemed to like it a lot”

You can tell when his eyes were bloodshot with liquid anger, and it got even worse when Diego tried to stifle his laughter. As much as you were bluffing, Five didn't know that, and that's why things was so more interesting.

“Can you quit being emotional for five seconds? and stop to disturb my fucking explanation?”

Oh you who was in his way? Not the dumb girl in front of him? If he was so stupid that he realized that girl was wanting his attention, you weren't going to be like a fucking audience watching that.

“Fuck you.” You got up from the couch, grabbing your jacket from the chair and walking past Elliot as he came back with some snacks.

You slammed the door behind you, leaving four people silent in the room.

“Is the pretty girl leaving already?” Elliot asked in all his innocence, his pure intention just an annoyance to Five more.

The green-eyed Hargreeves stood up, huffing a curse as he disappeared in the blue flash, going to look for you. He found coming down the last flight of stairs, stopping on a step below you.

“What the fuck was that?!”

"What?!"

"Don't play dumb whit me, you know I'm referring to that little tantrum scene upstairs!"

“I didn't throw a tantrum, your asshole! Only that girl's stupidity was driving me crazy!'' You gestured with your hands, and when he went to retort you cut him off immediately "You feel the same as I know! I worked for years by your side, I've seen you yelling at someone for less than what she were doing."

“And what the fuck does it matter now?! I don't have TIME to deal with her mistakes if she don't understand the fucking plan. This time it's not targets or a stupid mission at stake, Y/N, it's the fucking end of the world! So if I have to answer a stupid question twice just to avoid a catastrophe, I'm fucking fine with that!''

Was an understatement to say that this time your entire body burned with rage. Your eyes fluttered slightly in an uncontrollable tic that came whenever you were extremely angry. And Five was surprised by the magnitude of your reaction. Of course he knew you had a quick temper, he had the same thing himself, but it wasn't normal for you to get so annoyed over some girl's questions.

“Don't raise your fucking voice at me! I'm not that girl upstairs who will be silent and listening everything you have to say!"

“Why do you keep bringing it up? You never did it anyway! If I remember correctly, the last few years have been full of fights because you don't listen to me!" His voice didn't lower, but you expected it to happen anyway. “If only you were like her and listened to me, things would be so much easier!”

That was like a slap. Burning, right in the center of the cheek, the type that burns from the inside out. And Five realized he'd gone to far.

Anger easily turned to hate in your eyes, and something inside of you exploded into a mixture of hurt, rancor and sadness. Who was he thinking he was?! Did he think he was going to say any shit to you and you'd be quiet like a dog?! You didn't need him, you didn't need him in your timeline, and you didn't need him in this one either.

"So why don't you go make plans with your new toy and stay the fuck away from me?!" You cleared space between his body and the wall to pass, but the male hand gripped your wrist with the same precision he used to hold a gun.

‘Y/n, i…”

“Don't touch me! Fuck!” You pulled hard on your wrist, releasing any skin contact that connects the two of you. “If you value someone as much as she does, why don't you go there and enjoy it?! Do you think I need to stay here?! Whit you?! Seeing that damn scene?!'' You slashed with the same venom he poured on you, both blinded by rage. “I don't fucking need you! I got by just fine before you came along and I'll get by without you!"

"For God's sake! You know that's not what fucking I meant!" The glint of regret on the green sea gave way once more to angry waves. “And you can stop acting like you don't want to be here, because we both know you came here of your own free will fuck! I swear to god sometimes you are worse than any drama my brothers cause, i can barely think when you have your explosions!"

“You just go back upstairs damn! What the hell are you doing here then?!” You made a rude gesture with your hand to indicate upstairs. “Go back to your new toy!”

“ I swear to god you were my dream come true but turns out you’re a fucking nightmare too! I can't believe I actually asked you to come with me! I should have let you have your fucking retirement.”

Your air is gone. And if you had been slapped before, that was a punch in the stomach. “You're not worth my time, Hargreeves.” Was the only thing you managed to say, because the burning in your eyes was starting to be impossible to contain.

“Y/n…''

"No" Your voice was filled with a seriousness that made you shiver. “I can’t have this argument with you again”

"but-"

"No. i'm done."

You walked the rest of the steps down the stairs in a rage, swearing you'd kill that son of a bitch if he came after you one more time. There was a limit to your patience, and you'd already maxed out that day. But somehow, deep down, you knew he wouldn't come back.

You knew him too well to know that, and he knew you too well to know when you'd really reached the edge.

Neither of you two knew how this situation got this far. Nor at what moment did the normal of you two dynamics pass into the realm of real anger and discussion. The words came out as quickly as two gunpowder bombs explode on contact with the fire.

But, whether in hate or love, Five Hargreeves cared about you. Even knowing that you killed countless really dangerous figures, whole groups of big men, he couldn't help but feel a huge discomfort for you walking the streets alone at night, even more so in the year 1963. A time full of homophobia, machismo, racism, persecution and oppression. Full of shitty people with even more shitty principles who were willing to get into a fight if they didn't have their opinions accepted, and you weren't the type to shut up.

Not to mention the end of the world hitting the 10-day hourglass.

So when three days had passed and he hadn't heard from you, Five's feelings and worries spoke louder than any resentment or rancor over some stupid fight.

That was always one of the beauties of his strange relationship with you. It didn't matter how bad each other's tempers were, how shitty a situation or a fight. You two was always accepted by each other. Without requiring changes. You accepted his mood and he accepted yours. Nobody demanded anything, because nobody saw fault with each other. That was who you two were, and the truth was that you loved and accepted each other in any form. Fights have always been normal, even more so with the two of you, but no one has ever demanded that one change his essence, be more sympathetic or less sarcastic.

Five Hargreeves didn't have time to take care of any situation Lila would ruin if she didn't understand the plan, but he did have time to look for you from corner to corner of that town. It doesn't matter how many days it took. In his weird way, Five put you in a very different kind of priority than anything he'd ever been through in his life. Family, work, obligations.

It wasn't the first time he'd dropped everything to go after you. And he prayed it wouldn't be the last.

But ,somehow this situation felt different. The air looked the same way in the car that day you said you were going to retire. That realization raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

In the end, was a gift from some deity or fate, Five didn't take long to find you. In a hotel. A long way from where Elliot's house was. He didn't even have to ask which room you were in.

You always picked number five, ironically.

A blue flash flashed inside your room, materializing the man you'd been thinking about so much the last few days.

'Five!' Your heart leapt in your chest, your hands gripping the towel in front of your naked bodie.

To you, it seemed more like a diabolical trick of fate.

If honesty was needed at this point, you'd have to confirm that you were getting ready to find Five. The emotions inside you being clouded by the oppressive weight of missing. In those three days, you remembered why you agreed to follow Five. Why did you give up retirement. Why you became a defector.

Because it was no longer possible to live without him.

And that made you even more miserable and unhappy. Because, for the first time, you were truly sorry for all the horrible things you'd said to him. Because most of what you said was a lie.

You regretted freaking out like that just because was jealous. Jealous that that girl was looking at him with… with the same look you looked at him. And if you need to be honest one more time, you were terrified of him looking at her the same way —or rather— that he looked at you.

Of course all that didn't justify your freak out, and as much as you'd never been so jealous before in so many years, it still wasn't something to accept. But regardless of what part of you is regretting, things wouldn't be decided if he wasn't regretting the things he said too.

Five Hargreeves liked to think he was always ready for anything. For any situation. But nothing could have prepared him for the way relief and missing exploded through his shoulders the second he laid eyes on you. He had forgotten how your image was the only thing that brought him peace. Hargreeves said nothing as he closed the distance between the two of you, letting the relief in his eyes say the words he couldn't say.

The masculine arms, chilled by the cold out side, enfolded you in an urgent hug. Desperate, sloppy. The type that tightens rather than comforts. Five held you like you were going to disappear. And maybe the fear of losing you was still hovering in his head since you announced your retirement.

"I don't regret anything involving you." It was the only thing his voice, rough as crushed coffee beans, could manage to say. His nose sunk into your wet hair, that smelled like lavender, happiness and home.

The chaos in his mind made him not realize the state you were in. The heat of the hot water on your skin, your hands still holding the towel or else you'd end up naked. But even if that cloth obstructed your actions, there was nothing to stop your words.

"It was a lie when I said I didn't need you"

His elegant face, with strands of midnight black falling lightly through his brows, came out of hiding to look into your eyes. Those deep green irises that made you forget your own name, but you would never forget his name.

This time, there was something new in the green expanse, something…overwhelming. Hot, needy, dangerous. There was a heat inside his eyes that you could feel on your skin. Like an omen. here was something different in the air in that second. Some unspoken confession, some invisible boundary crossed. Something that made the atmosphere more muffled, the breathing heavier.

It had been so many years that something hungry had been lurking, like a demon in the dark, at the very core of both of your souls. The same visceral thing Five always felt every time he looked at you. And that over the years that thing only become more hungry, anxious, selfish and angry.

There were days when Five wondered if could touch your skin gently, lovingly. Because that sensation was gaining a lot of space in his body and now, if he touched you, he didn't know if he wouldn't devour you aggressively instead of tasting you masterfully.

Staying away has always been the best option. Especially when you irritated Five to the point where he wanted to punish you in a variety of different ways and positions. Shut your mouth in many ways.

But this time, instead of controlling the leering eyes in your direction, nothing stopped Five from looking down your nearly naked body, devouring every line that existed in you, every drop of water that marked your hot skin. He always knew you were a temptation to his sanity. Your body always made him want to teach you different lessons than fighting and arguin.

He blew it out through his nose, hot, heavy, full of troubled emotions, and that air hit his steam-moistened lips.

There's always been an unspoken air between the two of you, an unspoken mutual lust, almost as if you two've spent all those years playing cat and mouse. Seeing who is won first.

Hargreeves wanna touch you so fucking much that itched his bones.

"You are so quiet." You whispered, that low, devilish voice that always made him bite his teeth. " What you thinking?"

It was always so wrong. So tempting. You were his partner. His enemy.

"I can scare you if I talk."

It sent a shiver down your spine and spread between your legs, making your thighs warm and the air more heavier.

“Try me.” You have decided to break a line that has long existed between you. "I don't scare easily."

Five was tired of your smart mouth. Your biting answers, your wit, and your constant need to always act like a brat. You'd been teasing him for years, pushing him to the edge, to the end of the parapet. And he's been imagining a thousand different ways to enforce control over you for years.

He still felt himself holding onto something. Perhaps on the same thread of sanity he'd been holding onto for so many years, which was growing thinner, more fragile.

But it was at that exact moment that you smiled.

Not the same smile you gave so often. Not an ironic, happy, mocking, or wistful.

It was a fiery smile, full of hellfire. A smile that made your features darken, your lips more sinful, and lust could be seen burning like a blazing fire in the world of your eyes.

At that moment, the wire snapped.

Hargreeves took your chin between his fingers in a tight grip, lifting your gaze until met his appositely. He brought your lips to his, with a hunter's slowness.

“I wanna to break you.” His words blew into your parted mouth, like cigarette smoke. “I wanna to hurt you. I wanna to hear my name from your fucking mouth. In screams so loud the neighbors will wonder if you're okay."

The only sound in the room was your intense heartbeat. You could no longer tell if you were still breathing. But you can said that the bedroom light has dimmed to a sultry, warm red.

Your lips trembled in a silent plea to be kissed. Tamed, broken.

“I wanna fuck you.” Five pulled you more closer to him, the grip on your chin still tight as iron. “but if i do it, i'm gonna kill you.”

It was at that moment that your hands turned to jelly, the towel dropping to the floor, the heat in your body exploding like fireworks. You could feel the arousal oozing from your pussy, staining inner thighs. Five growled loudly as he lowered his eyes, capturing your big boobs,your hard, prickly nipples for him. His gaze darted to your tiny waist, and stopped at the wetness that pooled at the tops of your thighs.

“Are you dripping already?” He returned his attention to your eyes, his body coming closer until the material of his shirt prickled your hot skin. “Just imagining how aggressively I can fuck you?”

His grip on your chin tightened, and you couldn't take your eyes off him, even as one of his hands went to your left breast, squeezing the flesh with a force that would have left the imprint of his fingers.

“I won't be gentle with you. “He warned. "Not when you've been teasing me for so many years, not when I've fucked so many whores thinking about fucking you."

You moaned this time. "I dont care."

“How are you behaving.” Five scoffed, the hot flesh of his lips brushing yours. “Did it take a fucking girl to flirt with me for you to be so obedient?”

He saw the lust mix with the anger in yours eyes. Eyes that aways drove him insane.

“What did you just say? Did you know then you motherfucker.”

“Of course, i not stupid.” He smirked mockingly.

“Then why the hell…”

“Because I wanted to see you confess.”

Hargreeves kissed you. Deeply. The kind of kiss a man shouldn't give a woman. The kind that ravages yours every thought, that annihilates all notions of pleasure, of desire, of lust. Five didn't kiss you, he stole your soul, swallowed your reasoning, nailed his name to your chest. Everything in the room exploded in shades of red, crimson. In muffled sensations, broken moans, heavy breaths.

Suddenly, Five's hands were all over the place. Exploring, squeezing, marking as property. He devoured you. And you wanted to be devoured.

“F-five” you whimpered as he slapped your ass, climbing onto your back in territorial grips.

"I'm always so damn busy dealing with you, lusting you, arguing with you, for to care about some girl's flirtation." His sharp teeth nibbled your bottom lip, both breaths heavy. “I’ve waited for this moment for a fucking long time.”

Your hands went to the back of his neck, squeezing the blacks hair, shutting his mouth with a kiss that was so desperate it was pitiful. Begging him to claim you, mark you, break you. You were offering everything to Five on a golden platter. Your body, your heart, your soul. Every bit of what it meant to be you. And he would welcome everything.

Hargreeves parted yours lips, a thread of hot saliva connecting the two of you for a second before disappearing into the void, only for him to plunge his mouth into yours breasts. His tongue licking each piece of flesh, sucking on the hardened nipple, moving on to the next and leaving a trail of bites and dark hickeys. Trademarks, property signs.

Five could no longer control himself. He lowered his hands to your legs, hooking and pulling you up. Your thighs hugged his waist, pulling him as close as possible. The room was filled with moans, gasps and growls, sounds that sent waves of arousal to your pussy and made your core throb with more and more desperation.

He turned you around in the bedroom, refusing to lift his face from your breasts even as he headed toward the bed, sucking the battered nipple like it was a fucking good toy. You mind whirled, clouded by sensations you never thought possible, sending any other priority into space.

Five slapped your back on the soft mattress, disconnecting his mouth from you and taking a full look at your entire body. His breathing was loud and aggressive, his clothes rumpled and his dark hair a complete mess. You weren't intimidated by his gaze in your naked body. In fact, you felt powerful like a goddess, sensual like a sin. And Five bit his lip at this, his arousal increasing aggressively.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that?" He slammed his open palm against the side of your thigh, taking the time to rip off his suit, shirt, and tie until he reconnected yours lips in an even fiercer kiss.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice came out as a broken whimper, a mixture of pleading, crying, and groaning.

Five Hargreeves were too much for your nervous system.

“Oh you poor thing” He scoffed, analyzing your hair. “Do you so badly need my cock like that?”

You squirmed on the bed, his hot body pressed against yours, his very masculine chest pressed to your breasts full of marks, hickeys and spiky spittle. Five had barely touched you and you were already a crying mess.

“Y-yes” you cried as he shifted his pelvis into yours, just a millimeter, a taste of his size. "please. I ne-need you to fuck me so badly!”

“You want that i fuck you stupid?” over a busy pelvis, hands having squeezing everywhere.

“Ye-yes!”

Hargreeves took the time to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. But this time, when he came back to you, he didn't bring his lips to yours.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

He ordered. And as soon as you did the ordering, Five tucked the belt into your mouth, making sure the material stood in horizontal between yours teeth, like a gag.

"If that damn thing falls out of your mouth while I fuck you, I swear I'll stop in the same fucking second."

You ground your teeth hard against the leather, your eyes flecked with tears of agony and anticipation, your body shifting impatiently. Five aggressively opened yours knees, growling loudly when he saw your soaking pussy, the sound only making your core throb even more.

“I want to eat you so bad. “He wouldn't look into your eyes. "But I need to get inside you today."

This time the green irises, now completely dark, looked deep into yours eyes. Making sure left a tattoo of his name on your soul. “The only thing you'll feel in that dirty pussy is my cock. After so many years of teasing, you don't deserve my fingers or my mouth to prepare you today.”

He leaned under you once more, wrapping his arm around your waist and squeezing you tightly, the other hand went to his own cock, using the red, swollen head and leaking, in yours weeping lips.

You let out a loud groan, throwing your head back and grinding your hips against his cock.

“I know, little thing. You really need me to fuck you stupid” He teased, the cretin, establishing his eternal dominance in you. Letting out all the frustration of years.

Five raised her eyes to yours, his face completely serious and contorted from the Herculean effort he was making not to get into you.

“Do you know how much I've been imagining this?” He breathed against you “Wanting to see you like this, completely desperate and silent and perfect for me. A dirty fucking mess just because you want my cock so badly.”

A plea came from yours lips, yours hands digging their nails into his toned, ample back, scarred from struggles and missions that took work. Marks that you were together he won each one.

“You better tighten that belt tight.” his mouth lowered to your ear "Because I'm going to break you."

Then Hargreeves entered you. Completely. In one move. Making you swallow every inch of him, drooling around his fat cock. Just like he warned you before, you loud his name. Your head thrown back, nails digging into his broad shoulders, your legs too wobbly to wrap around his waist. Five moan in a very high volume, bringing his mouth to your shoulder to discount the insane pleasure that he was feeling, biting you so hard it might make you scar. But the only thing you could think of was that he was too thick, too fat, filling every space in you and still fighting for more.

Hargreeves began to fuck you at an aggressive, raw, savage, primal. He fucked you with the hunger of a beast, of an enraged man. With each thrust, his head slammed deeper into you, as if trying to carve his own way, demanding more.

Screams, groans and the raw sounds of bodies colliding invaded the room, perhaps the entire floor. You tightened the belt like your life depended on it, and Five fucked you like the bottom of you could contain the absorption for all his sins. He tightened his arm around you, using his free hand to find balance on the mattress and momentum to increase the force of the thrusts even more. Beating inside you with force, hunger and urgency. It was as if Five wanted to devour you.

He connected his lips to yours, prevented from fully kissing only because of the belt. But that didn't stop Five from pulling his lips even more, mumbling against your mouth, cursing that you had such damn fucking good a pussy, who sucked he so desperately. With each degradation the knot inside you grew bigger, your mind became more cloudy, your reason was lost, and the only thing you could feel was his cock thrusting hard.

“Oh, are you going to cum yet?” He scoffed cruelly, only for his mocking tone to fade and give way to a serious, aggressive, bossy intonation.“You. fucking. not.”

That was enough to snap you out of your trance, looking at him in a mixture of bewilderment, desperation and pleasure. You cried a completely messed up please, your breasts bouncing with the force he buried his cock deep into you.

“Fucking not” Five growled once more. “After that little stunt? you're not getting off that easy”

You closed your eyes in utter annoyance, the moans still coming out as pathetic whimpers, the pussy drooling and forming a fat white ring around his cock, his swollen head always hitting just the right spot.

“Hold the belt tighter.” He ordered, bringing your body up with his arm closer to him, pulling her waist back toward him, biting his teeth with a force he barely knew he had.

You made a muttering that sounded like mockery, and he knew you too well to not have to hear a phase clearly to know what you meant. Always a brat who gets annoyed when you doesn't get what you wants. But this time, you'd given Five free rein to take out his annoyance on you. And he would use that.

His free palm landed on your left cheek in a smacking slap. You let out a loud groan, your hands going up his arms, holding on to Five like a mooring at sea.

“You'd better watch your fucking mouth. Did I Stutter? Do as you’re told!”

You obeyed without hesitation. Gritting yours teeth into the now completely ruined leather with bites and drool. It was getting harder and harder to hold the orgasm, and Five's slap only served as fuel to take you to the edge of pleasure, of delirium.

You had lusted after that for so many years, dreamed of him fucking you with the aggression you knew he had.

Five rewarded your obedience with his mouth returning to your nipple, sucking on the battered nipple and drawing a cry of over-stimulation from you.

"You can cum now."

He allowed, his own movements becoming sloppy, his moans and gasps getting louder. He wasn't going to last that long anymore, the insane pleasure crushing whatever train of thought he had, sending any phrase to hell. The moment Five felt your walls tighten absurdly around his cock, sending maddening waves through his nervous system, he cum with you, unable to stop it any longer. Hargreeves came in long, hot jets, filling every inch of you. The fat head sunk perfectly into your cervix, the sperm spurting right at the entrance to your uterus. The sensation made you feel extremely full, stuffed and totally satisfied.

Five gave you a few minutes to come down from the climax, removing the belt from your mouth, now with tender, loving touches.

"You did so well, babe." He praised you, his thumb brushing your cheek, yours eyes barely able to stay open.

You don't remember very well the seconds that passed, but you felt like Five gave you another hot bath, tucked you into his shirt and lay down beside you on the bed. Bringing your body close to his, massaging your neck with his thumb.

“That was wild” You finally felt more refreshed to speak again.

Five pulling you closer. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you."

"I liked." You whispered, your face buried in his warm, strong chest that made you feel like nothing bad could get you there. Not even the apocalypse. “Of course this isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you that day.”

This time his laugh was loud, half hoarse and. Your sense of humor was always a delight to Five, you always found the weirdest things to say and the weirdest comments, and he loved it. The truth was, you were an aphrodisiac for Five Hargreeves.

“Are you still mad at me?” your head didn't leave his chest.

"I've never really been." Five wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket closer to you, snuggling you. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

You pressing yourself closer to him.

"I shouldn't have said those things to you." His voice was soft and loving and caring. "I'm really sorry."

“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass…” your voice whispered softly, muffled by his chest.

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

You both laughed, hugging each other even more. Five lowered his mouth to your forehead, placing a soft kiss on your warm skin.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you let go, and Five agreed.

“You're not very intimidating. Even when was screaming. It's actually quite funny.”

“Oh God, what am I going to do with you, little thing?” He gently pulled your head out of hiding, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Bear me. Just like I've put up with you for years. Cute."

“Are you flirting with me?” Hargreeves eyed you suspiciously.

“You noticed finally?”

You two lost yourself in laughter. And Five whispered an 'I love you too' into your ear before the two of you fell into a deep sleep.

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one last night

a five hargreeves x reader

its the end of the world. might as well make the most of it.

wc: 2.001

contains: fluff, angst, and swearing bc theyre all gonna die. five being a lovable grumpy shit. in my head five is physically the same age as aidan bc look at that mf and tell me hes 13 PLEASE.

a/n: the new season broke me so im writing this and reading fics to cope. i wrote it confusingly but the hand grab dance scene is based on that scene from the end of bridgerton season 2 bc kates eyes...i need to bring a man down with doe eyes like that fr. anyway hope yall enjoy.

well. this is it. the end of the world. the last days of your life. not how you imagined you'd go out, to be honest. you put the chances of dying during a commission assignment at about 98%. frankly a little low.

but you’d always been a little optimistic, so the remaining 2% went to your own personal fantasy. that maybe, one day, you'd retire from the commission. maybe use a briefcase to settle down somewhere of your choosing and live out the rest of your days in peace. and maybe, you would live out those days with your best friend. and, maybe, if you really wanted to push it, he'd turn from best friend to something more.

but that dream doesn't matter anymore, does it? you, along with your partner and his family had made the fuck up of a lifetime and created a kugelblitz - the end all of everything. its almost funny. how you'd given up most of your life to "fixing the timeline" just to end up ruining all of them.

hilarious.

so, here you are. in a shittily-lit hotel room getting dressed for a quickly put-together wedding at the end of the world.

god, how your life has changed.

you hear a knock at the door, saying a silent “come in.” to whoever stands behind it.

a soft smile graces your face when you see five enter the room. he stops a few steps from the doorway as he observes you, likely noticing how you'd dressed up more than usual. "you sure clean up nice, hargreeves." you tease, smiling as he does.

"well, you don't look half bad yourself." he takes in more of your outfit, looking you up and down. you feel your face heat up.

"a genuine compliment from the five hargreeves himself? it truly is the end of the world."

"im a man who tells the truth, you know this better than anyone." he keeps walking until he stands next to you, automatically raising his head so you can fix his tie.

"even when people don't want to hear it." you give him a knowing look as you do his tie for him. he knows how, but likes how you do it better. he likes to pretend you don't know.

"especially then."

when you finish fixing the tie, you smooth it over and run your hands over his vest. you look him in the eyes to see him already looking at you with an emotion in his that you can't quite place.

you want to ask him how he feels. about what happened when you went to the commission and saw everything you'd ever known just gone. about never getting longer than a day to just rest. about your impending doom.

about you.

he opens his mouth to speak but you both startle as a sharp knock sounds from the door.

you look over to see a slightly awkwardly standing viktor, who moves his hands to his pockets after gesturing to the hallway.

"hey, uh.. its time for us all to head down, the ceremony is about to start."

both of your lips purse into awkward smiles as he stands in the doorway for a few more seconds before exiting quietly.

its silent for a few more seconds as the two of you stand there. the moment has passed. yet again reminded of your fate.

he looks at you again with a soft yet slightly sad smile. "well, my dear, are you ready to face our imminent doom while getting stupidly drunk with my family?"

you laugh slightly at his dry delivery and grasp his hand in yours.

"ready as i'll ever be."

the ceremony is sickly sweet, perfect for the match-up that is luther and sloane. the way they look at each other during their vows pulls on your heartstrings. but you have to remind yourself that you're happy for them. there's no point in being jealous or sad now.

after the ceremony, you and your merry band of heroes make it to the dance floor, with you and allison heading straight to the drinks table. you watched her as she downed her glass in a few seconds, feeling bad at the state of the woman who you've come to know as a close friend. but if you were in her position you would have gone off the rails long ago. a voice in the back of your head tells you you have.

the reception is lovely, and the bride and groom very much in love despite the weirdness of it all. and the fact that they choose to prioritize and focus on their love rather than the apocalyptic events happening just outside…it gives you a sense of hope.

when reginald gives his speech it's safe to say everyone in the room is stunned. you've barely gotten to know three variations of the hargreeves patriarch but you know that he's far from a pleasant person. during late nights doing paperwork at the commission you and five would share stories about your respective childhoods, with his being as dark as you expected from the stand-offish man. but it felt nice to know that he trusted you so deeply.

after the initial reception, there's some downtime for everyone to indulge in the surprisingly above-average food from the hotel's bar and restaurant. you get yourself a plate before sitting at a table near the back of the room, silently eating and drinking and observing the family around you.

you're interrupted by lila pulling out and sitting in the chair next to yours, sitting sideways to look you dead on.

“would you please stop with the puppy dog eyes and make a move on that little turd? seeing the two of you dance around each other has made me sick for years.”

your voice sputters as you try to come up with an excuse, having not expected the girl to call you out so brazenly. she raises her eyebrows as she knows she got you stuck and you let out a sigh.

“it wouldn't matter if i did. even if he felt the same we’re all going to die in a day's time. and id rather not spend this last day with him awkwardly.”

“so you're going to die wondering? never knowing if he liked you back? and i thought i was dumber when it came to relationships.”

“that's still debatable.”

“hey!” she lightly punches you in the shoulder, laughing at your slight wince. “you know im right. not to get sappy but… it's much better when they know how much you care.

as she speaks her gaze wanders over to diego and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the sight of their barely hidden lovesickness.

you were close to brushing off her comments again when her arm quickly juts out to knock into yours, lifting her chin slightly to the left. you turn your head and none other than five stands beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets before one comes out to lay flat in front of you.

“would you care for a dance, y/n?”

with his abnormally soft smile (and lila’s not-so-subtle jab to your other arm), you accept his offer and gently place your hand in his so he can lead you to the dance floor. you can’t help but notice how there's a slow song playing and the only other couple on the dance floor are the newlyweds.

he turns from leading you to standing right in front of you, the closeness taking you by surprise. he smiles at you, moving your hands to wrap around his arms as his go around your waist and shoulder.

“a waltz? seriously? you always seemed to hate those at the company dances.” you tease.

“probably because gertrude wallhaven would always try to dance with me.”

“she just had a little crush on you. lots of the women did. you were the five hargreeves, after all.”

five smiles at your words, starting the slow dance that you know by heart. “is that a bit of jealousy i hear?”

you scoff and roll your eyes. five always was a tease when he drank. “you’d like it to be, wouldn't you? ever the conceited one.”

he huffs a short laugh, swinging you around quickly so you do the same. “well, that is one reason.”

“and what may be the other one, if you would be so kind as to inform me.” you smile up at him, the alcohol starting to take an effect on you and cause you to become more open than usual.

“that I'm deeply in love with you and its been driving me crazy-ow!”

your mind is completely blank for a few seconds before you realize that not only have you stopped dancing but you that you also just crushed five’s foot with your own.

“oh my god, five, im so sorry,” you quickly trying to apologize and help your struggling partner. he stands up as straight as he can, slightly bent on his right side as he waves your worries off.

“peter donahue always did say you had a killer stomp on the dance floor. now i can see why he kept going to the infirmary.” five gives you a strained smile, taking your hands in his again.

“just another one of my many talents.”

you both restart your dance, this time with no words shared. five occasionally tries to hold eye contact with you, and you make sure to avoid it every time. you don't know what to make of his confession. if it was heartfelt or a spur-of-the-moment confession that was given since you would all be dead within a day. you knew as soon as you looked into his bright eyes you would crumble.

but five knew that like he knew everything about you. he took your hand and grasped your fingers together before bringing your arms above your heads and bringing them down between you, and you cant help but stare into his eyes as he does the same.

“please tell me you meant it. because if you didn't then i don't know what i’d do.” you plead, grasping his hand to your chest.

“do you remember that mission in bali, where we had to terminate that guy who found a cure for cystic fibrosis? we there for maybe two hours and you kept complaining about the heat.”

“it was a steady 80 degrees and we were wearing commission suits, of course i was miserable.”

“im aware. it was when we finally killed the guy and you took some of his cash to get some better clothes and you somehow managed to convince me to come down with you to the beach. we were sitting in the sand and it was annoying as all hell but you seemed so happy that i couldn't even complain. and i just knew.”

your chest tightens. “knew what?”

“that i loved you. that i still do. and that i’m an idiot for waiting so long to tell you. guess our impending doom and the cheap liquor finally gave me the courage to say something.” he finishes, holding you close as you stand in the middle of the dance floor. you know some of his siblings are bound to be staring because of the close display but you can find it in you to care. all that matters is that you finally have the love of your life in your arms, even if just for a short while.

“not to be pushy but i haven't heard an “i love you” back so im getting pretty worried over here.” five jokes, staring at you with love but worry in his eyes

you laugh at five’s joke, bringing your lips to his cheek to give him a short but sweet kiss. “i love you too, partner.”

“good. now, what do you say we get drunk off our asses and have the best night of our lives with my dysfunctional family?

you smile. “i couldn't ask for anything better.”

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