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callmelinamfsnow · 2 years

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“How Old Are You?”

Ch. 2: Four Days Later Ch. 3: The Beginning of The Date

Warnings: Spoilers for TUA S3

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,243 (give or take)

a/n: This is a rough draft of a fic I thought of the other day. I wanted to post it and get some hype for when I fully finish it. Also the ending of S3 was bullshit.

“Hey”

Five looked up from his coffee to the girl who had just slid her upper body to rest onto the counter, hair falling as she looked up at him. “Hello” was all Five said but straightened his composure and gave her a smile.

The universe has just been reset. His problems had been solved. He wasn’t about to start off one of his first interactions by being an asshole.

“How old are you?” She asked, squinting her eyes at him a bit as if she could figure it out if she scanned his face more.

Here we go.

“Why do you care?” He replied after a sigh.

“Kind of need to know your age before I can tell you” she continued, sitting up a bit. “Are you at least over 18?”

He paused for a second and thought, while taking her appearance in. She was wearing a simple ripped black jeans, white tank top, and jeans jacket but he was intrigued.

He’d noticed his body had seemed to start aging a bit more over the past three weeks. One of the only positive things to keep him going. It seemed he was at about 18 and he wasn’t about to claim to be younger.

“Yes. I am”

“Great.” She smiled and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Well now I won’t be embarrassed that I tried to flirt with an underaged kid”

He perked up at that.

“Go on” he smiled and turned himself in the stool to face her. A small smile trying to spill out as he took another sip of coffee. “Not sure what more I have to say. I notice you in your cute suit when you came in and thought you were interesting, but couldn’t figure out if you were of age.” She explained after giving a shrug. Then leaned in closer to him and continued in a low voice, “my friend bet me $10 and the bill if you were older so I’m feeling pretty lucky”

He chuckled at that which caused her to smile a bit. “Well congratulations” he smiled and patted her hand, leaving his nearby when he placed it back on the counter. He was enjoying his first somewhat romantic interaction with a real woman in a while, and he wasn’t going to let her think otherwise. “Does your friend know about your flirtatious plans with me?” Five asked, quickly noticing the simple hoops and necklace she wore.

“Well me saying you seemed cute was what struck up the conversation, and while they did tease me about doing it they aren’t fully aware of it, no” she answered, keeping eye contact that made something in the pit of his stomach churn. She was very attractive, and admittedly looked nothing like Dolores which was new. “Is that because you were afraid of the possibility you’d be flirting with a high schooler?” Five asked as he finished his coffee. She laughed at that and shook her head a bit before replying, “Yes. Would not like to have that moment drawn out anymore that needed to”

“(Y/N) we need to go soon. Who’s paying?” Someone called over from a table causing the woman infront of Five to look over. He couldn’t help but look her over a bit better before he looked at the table. “You are” she smiled back, watching the friend roll their eyes and groan in defeat as the waitress approached with the bill. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to be going soon” she said as she turned to Five, “are you seeing anyone?”

“Not at all” he smiled

“Mind if I give you my number?”

“I’d love nothing more”

“Great” she bit her lip and grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her pocket. Five watched her write her number and what looked like a small note on it, chuckling when he leaned over to get a look and she moved her body to cover it up.

“Is that going to be it for you?” The waitress asked, pointing to Fives coffee. “Oh, uh, yes thank you” he nodded and pushed it closer to her. It then hit Five that he had no way of paying for it, and the waitress seemed to know it as she walked off eyeing him.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, folding up the paper. “Just realized I have no money to pay for this” he sighed quietly, watching out for an employee. “How much is your tab?” “Just this coffee. Probably five dollars with a little tip. Maybe I can find some…” he mumbled the end to himself as he looked around. The sound of (Y/N) rummaging through her pockets followed by her smacking something onto the counter rang through his ears, the latter startling him a bit. “Here. On me” she smiled and slid a $5 bill to him. “You just helped me win a free meal and $10 so I guess it’s the least I could do” she teased at the end, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Thank you (Y/N)” Five hummed, his eyes focusing on her smile for a second until he noticed her bite her lip. He felt another churn in his stomach and met her eyes again, receiving a cocked eyebrow from her. “I’ll pay you back” he added and before she could say it was fine he continued “on our first date”. He let out a cocky smile when she notice her blush lightly and bite her lip again as a small smile spilled from them. “Well alright then…” she trailed off, suddenly realizing she hadn’t gotten his name yet and Five froze for a second. This was a new universe apparently and he could start over. Maybe a new name that drew less questions, but he hadn’t exactly had time to think of a new one.

“I’m Five” he said holding his hand out for her to shake. Her eyebrows creased in confusion and her head tilted to the side a bit as her hand went to shake his. “That’s a cool and different name” she nodded, going silent when Five took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. “Well aren’t you cute” she hummed teasingly causing Five to chuckle. “Why thank you, you’re quite beautiful yourself” he offered back and gently let her hand go.

“(Y/N)! We got to go” her friend called from the table again. “Okay I’m coming” she said slightly annoyed as she glanced back at them. “Guess I should let you go before your friends get upset with you” Five took the piece of paper and put it in his pocket for when he’s be able to get a phone to call her with. “Yeah” (Y/N) sighed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. Five took the $5 bill and slid it to her waitress, mumbling a “keep the change”. “Well good bye (Y/N).” He smiled, taking her hand and kissing it again. “Bye Five. Looking forward to hearing from you” she smiled.

Giving each other a quick nod she turned and walked back to her friends. Five watching her the whole time, catching her every time she would glance over. Then right before the group exited she gave him a wave which he returned and then watched her disappear into the night.

Fuck he needed to get a phone, and fast.

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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yandere five hargreeves?? maybe with an innocent reader who picks up on his not so great language???

note: i was a lil confused at this one but i think i got it! if not, please tell me and i'll write another one<3 i can be pretty dumb at these kind of things but hope you like it, lovely anon. ♡

“ for fucks, SAKE. ”

that awoke you from your peaceful sleep, sitting in your bed (well, five's bed but he lets you take it) rubbing your eyes with a closed fist while your other hand holded the pillow you sometimes had to hug for a good, good, goodnight sleep.

checking besides the bed a clock with red numbers marked the hour. 3:06.

sound was coming from the living room, papers being moved, chairs being the object of some kind of rage.

you got out of bed, leaving the pillow in your place with the hope of keeping it warm, walking to the living room with only your pajamas and white socks.

“ f-five? ”

that broke five's concentration in whatever he was doing, you noticed as he turned around to see you, a bunch of wrinkled paper sheets in his hands which he dropped as he walked to you.

“ hey, baby. ” he softly said, a sudden change in his voice, smiling a bit as stood in front of you. “ did you have a good sleep? ”

you shook your head, making five frown.

“ no... you woke me up. ”

with a guilty look, five pouted, dropping the paper in a table next to the both of you; you didn't have a single clue in how that table ended up being there.

“ i'm so, so, so sorry, princess. i didn't mean to wake you, just- y'know, a little bit stressed- but! that's fine, remember? i always get a little bit stressed without my good girl by my side. ”

he pinched your cheek, which made you giggle for a few seconds before you slowly started to frown.

“ you... said something. ”

five raised his eyebrows in a shocking expression, he was confused and curious mostly in what you mean.

“ for fucks sake. ” you said, your voice still sleepy.

“ oh! ” five suddenly said, shaking his head. “ no, yeah, that was my fault- but hey, don't say that again, you hear me? ”

five pointed at you as he spoke those last words, tilting your head in confusion as you didn't understand why would he say that.

“ what does that mean? ”

“ nothing, absolutely nothing, is just... gibberish. ”

you nodded, still a bit confused when suddenly you had another doubt.

“ but why can you say it? that's not fair. ” you crossed your arms, showing your stubborn stance in the matter, making five sigh.

“ well, i won't say it again then, 'kay? ”

still not believing him, you slightly raised an eyebrow.

“ if you catch me hearing it, i'll do whatever you want- i'll buy you anything! we can go anywhere you like, hm? how about that? ”

now that's the kind of deal you like.

with a triumphant smile you nodded, stretching your arm out so five could seal the deal. and with a smile that admired how cute you look like doing that, he shook your hand.

“ we got a deal, then. ” a little yawn interrupted your train of thought, remembering five how he woke you up and how he needed to take you back to bed.

“ okay, little entrepreneur, back to bed. ” five took your hand, guiding you back to bed without any complains on your part, still feeling quite sleepy.

tucking you back to bed was five's last work for the night, he decided, turning on the little night lamp he bought for you before turning off the lights of every room, making his way to you with his own pajama on.

“ ow, shit. ” he whispered as he stubbed his toe in the corner of the bed, holding his feet in his hand.

“ what's that? ”

five sighed.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️꙳ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ 𝅄꙳ ᡃ. ֑ ׂ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ﹢𓄹 ִ ׂ ᡃ. ۪ ࣪ 𖦹 ֑ ׂ ࣪ ✿ ۪ ٞ ּ ໋ ݂ ׂ ꙳

holding your hand while walking on the street was one of five's few favorite things to do, if he dares to say to anyone besides you.

the only thing he doesn't like is having to hold back in his murderous ideas for every person that sees you.

he can't kill everyone, that'd affect everything, obviously. but he always makes exceptions.

as you both arrived to some bakery store you wanted to see since you spotted it, begging five for days now to visit it.

now in the row to order, you allowed yourself to look at the menu, squinting your eyes if sometimes the words were hard to read from your place, smiling when you got it. you turned around with the idea of asking five if he wanted to share the mega milkshake with you but instead you met the chest of an unknown man.

“ oh, hey there, honey. ” you looked up, confused on why was he in your boyfriend's place.

“ uh, where's my boyfriend? ” you shyly asked, mostly to yourself, looking around for five.

“ boyfriend? hm, must be a bad one if he lets you out of his sight... damn, aren't you a candy? ”

you started to feel nervous, not understanding what that man was trying to do, a few tears leaving your eyes just as five's angry footsteps could be heard.

“ and who the fuck do you think you are? ” five asked with his usual angry tone, standing in front of you.

the man just laughed, pointing at him and then you.

“ is this your lil' brother or wha-? ” the man couldn't finish as five's fist made contact with his face.

“ you fucking, pack of shit, you think that's funny? ” five said, still hitting the man who dared to talk to you.

you just stood there, holding your purse in your arms, hugging it as if your life depended on it; turning around to see the bakery workers calling, you assumed, the cops.

“ five, please let him go- five! ” you grabbed his arm just as he was about to hit him once again, man's face all bloody as he, probably, was almost dead.

“ come on. ” five just said, holding your hand again, you grimaced as you could feel the blood in your hand.

walking home with a few stares from the people who were walking next to the both of you, that's where you started to think on why five reacted like that. i mean, yeah, the man was a douche but, the way five almost kills him, how he started saying... "gibberish" again.

“ five? ” you asked, looking at him; knowing that even if you didn't paid attention he would guide you to the correct way.

“ yes? ”

“ what did you said? back there. ”

five frowned, confused on what you meant.

“ i mean, the, uh, what was it, fuck-? ” five stopped, holding a finger up.

“ told you not to say that. ”

you pouted, not wanting to receive a punishment for being just curious.

“ b-but i want to know what that mean! ” you stomped your heel in the sidewalk.

“ it's gibberish, darling, already told you that. ”

“ but you say it angry, like when you're really angry. ”

“ that's not true. ”

“ 'm not a liar! ” you took your hand off of his, frowning with the idea of making him tell you what was he trying to say.

you were genuinely confused, no one in your family cursed in your presence, not even teachers or bosses.

“ okay, fine... fine! okay. ” five whispered, feeling tired, still with the blood in his hands.

“ it's stuff you say... when you're ultra big mad. ” he explained as he could, moving his hands as he usually did when he felt frustrated.

you just stood there, the sirens of the cops hearing from a distance far from yours, slowly understanding.

“ oh, that's why i can't say them! ” you happily said, so happy that you could finally understand.

five just frowned for a few seconds before you explained.

“ i never get mad, let alone ultra big mad so, i don't have to say that. ” an oblivious smile appeared in your face as you started to walk to the entrance of the building where you and five lived.

“ yeah... ” five whispered, before blinking and walk to you, closing the door behind the both of you; now satisfied in how the day went- he will just bake you something, the bakery' cakes looked like shit anyways.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Hiya! Could I request Five Hargreeves + male reader who steals his stuff as like a joke/ affection? Platonic if that's ok. Hope u have a great day!

You Both Annoy Me Greatly

x Platonic Reader

A/N- Sorry it’s short I just did a blurb but if you want headcanons or something different you can send another request :)

Warnings- Mention of Drugs because you know Klaus

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 256

Summary- Klaus is annoyed Five lets you steal his stuff but not him.

Klaus is dancing and drinking, making it a little hard to read the book I had stolen from Five’s room.

“Come on Y/N dance with meeeee.” He says happily.

“Sorry, Klaus maybe later.” I smile back.

Five comes storming down the stairs clearly very mad. “Klaus are you bothering him again!”

Klaus holds his hands up and gasps in offense “I’ve done nothing of the such! Right Y/N?”

“He is fine right now thanks Five,” I smile.

“He is never fine,” Five groans. “Anyway, Klaus where is my book on Astrophysics? You better not have sold it for drugs like last time.” Five says seriously.

“Why do you blame me for everything? Do you not see Y/N right there reading it!” He says gesturing to me on the couch.

“Oh sorry Y/N. Just return it where you got it from when you’re done.” Five responds and goes to leave when Klaus screams.

“Are you serious where is my apology? You yell at me for taking your stuff without asking all the time and he doesn’t even get a slap on the wrist!”

Five straightens his tie “ That's because he returns everything and does it as friendly banter.” He points to Klaus “ You on the other hand steal and then sell all my stuff. There is a difference.”

Klaus pouts and I immediately get up and hug him “Aw did the big meanie hurt your feelings? I will borrow stuff for you don’t worry.”

Five glares at you two “ You both annoy me greatly.”

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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the umbrella academy

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meet in the afterglow ( coming soon )

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its-five-o-clock · 2 years

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Can you do fluff number 10 and 13 for Five?

Oblivious - Five Hargreeves x Plus Size Reader

Prompt:

10. “Are we on a date right now?”

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

Warnings: none

a/n: It’s been a while! Trying to get back into writing, or at least completing the prompts that were sent in. Continue to send them in! This was a prompt I had begun writing over a year ago and I just recently finished, so I apologize for any inconsistencies I may have missed. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1051

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The wind swirled around you as you hurried down the street. You tucked your book bag under your arm as you pushed on the door of your favorite café.

The mere sight of it began to warm up your chilled form. The room was full of mismatched armchairs complete with colorful pillows and hand-knitted throw blankets. Between every few chairs were small wooden tables, the perfect size to place delicate china cups filled with coffee and a book or laptop. Everything about the place screamed cozy.

The small bell on the door jingled to alert the staff of your presence. Your favorite barista, Aria sent you a smile before returning back to work. Rather than go straight to ordering a drink, you chose to make your way to the best spot in the whole place.

Tucked away in the back corner of the shop there was a table for two. It was close enough to the window that you could glance out of it for inspiration, but far away enough to provide privacy from the bustling people on the street. It was also home to your favorite seat: a stunning velvet red armchair complete with the softest deep plum blanket that had ever existed.

It wasn’t long before you were comfortably seated. You delicately took out your notebook and supplies to get some writing done, you had decided to wait a few minutes to get a drink so that you could wait out the growing line.

As you sat tucked away in your corner another patron entered the shop. He was wearing a dark green sweater that had been carefully tucked into the most unwrinkled pair of trousers anyone had ever seen. You did not notice him, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed you.

In fact, his eyes almost immediately snapped to your seat as he entered the shop. A small smile would adorn his face, but it was gone before anyone could notice. Within a few confident strides and one short exchange of words - he had ordered two drinks.

One coffee, black of course. And another, your favorite.

In the time it took for him to order and then receive his order, you still had not looked up. Not even a single glance. He was sure of it.

When your eyes first met his, he was standing in front of you. You sent him the cutest smile he had ever seen. Your chubby little cheeks pushed up at your eyes and the smallest of dimples appeared. He would’ve done anything if it meant seeing that smile every day. “Hi Five,” you spoke softly.

“Bonjour mon trésor.” His voice brought the lightest of red to your cheeks and he swore he could’ve melted.

He smirked at you before placing down the cups in his hand. You waited until he was settled in the seat in front of you before taking a sip of your drink. “mhm good,” you murmured.

“I’m glad you like it.” Your eyes met for a moment before you glance back down at your work. He gently placed a book on the table. You couldn’t read the title. It was some French novel. It was clearly old, as he opened it it creaked and with each page turn there was the slightest crinkle.

A comfortable silence took place. The sound of your light scribbles and his page turning mixed with the occasional pauses to sip from your respective cups. It lasted for quite some time before finally being broken by more aggressive sipping.

Your cup was empty. “Five,” you paused to give him a moment to recognize you were speaking to him. “Do you want another coffee? I am going to get one.”

He nodded wordlessly before he reached into his pocket and grabbed out cash. You stopped him, “I got it. You got the first one.”

The corner of his lips upturned, “What, are we on a date?” You rolled your eyes and quickly turned to walk away. This way you could hide the heat rising up on your face.

You ordered the coffees and stepped away from the counter to wait. But before you could get comfortable standing, a presence was behind you and swinging an arm across your shoulder. You felt yourself being pulled into the chest of the person before turning up to look into the eyes of Five. You raised your eyebrows at his actions and looked at him curiously. “What? I couldn’t let you wait by yourself.”

“I hope someone steals our stuff.”

“You’re far more important than any of my material items.”

The blush that you had been trying, unsuccessfully, to will away just moments before was back in full force. You sputtered for a moment, trying to grasp the right words. “Are you flirting with me?”

His eyes lit up and you swore he let out a small laugh before responding, "You finally noticed?” You shifted, turning around to face him; incidentally also pushing your face closer to his. You took a small step back, but felt his hands on the small of your back keeping you close.

“What’re you talking about!” You kept your voice low enough to not disturb the other patrons, but still showed shock clear on your face.

“It’s been years. Do you think I just follow all my friends to their favorite coffee shops and hang out with them the whole day!”

You swear you stopped breathing. “To be honest I never really thought about it..” You trailed off and before you could begin speaking again you were interrupted by someone yelling your name. Turning around you saw Aria with both of Five’s and your coffees in their hands. They had a mischievous look on their face.

“I knew you both would eventually figure it out.” Both coffees were pushed into the hands of their respective owners and before you could ask any follow up question, Aria was back to working and ignoring you completely.

You looked back at Five hesitantly before lightly intertwining your fingers with his and tugging him behind you to walk back to your seats.

If you had turned around, you would have noticed a light flush across his cheeks mirroring your own. The two of you would have a lot to discuss once you were back at your seats.

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topperscumslut · 2 years

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just a quick preface, in ANY nicky, ricky, dicky, and dawn fic, blurb, imagine, headcanon, etc that i write, the Harper quads (and their friends/classmates) are ALWAYS aged up to 18. if YOU as the reader are a minor and want to imagine the characters as younger than i’ve written them, that is YOUR prerogative and i can’t stop you cuz i did that sort of shit when i was a minor too, but i’ll always write the quads as at least 18 for a couple reasons:

1. that’s the age they would realistically be in the present day, it was confirmed that the quads were born in 2004 and even though i don’t think it was mentioned in the series, wiki says avery (the one ricky had a crush on in s3) was born in june 2004 and that she has the same birthday as the quads, so realistically, they would have recently turned 18. that’s also *approximately* the same age as the actors irl considering they were all born between may 2003 and april 2004

2. as a newly 19 year old human (my birthday was a few days ago so yay!!) i don’t really feel comfortable in good conscience writing romantic scenarios (which is mostly what i write for NRDD, and just in general) about minors, and ESPECIALLY not if it was smut, which i haven’t written for this series yet but would be down to do if y’all were interested in it. i completely understand if that would gross people out considering they were such young kids during the run of the show but again, if i were to write anything adult for them, THEY WOULD BE WRITTEN AS ADULTS!!! barely legal adults, sure, but i as the writer am barely legal, and i don’t really think that july 2003-june 2004 is a very inappropriate age difference. if you’re like 30 getting off to my posts about 18 year olds, then that’s a problem.

this is also just a general rule for my fics, especially for my smuts. if I’m writing about a character who’s canonically a teenager, like topper thornton who is 16 in OBX or five hargreeves who’s (physically) 13 in TUA, they are ALWAYS aged up to 18. ik this hellsite isn’t near as sensitive, but god the amount of hate i’ve gotten on tiktok for talking about being attracted to and shifting realities for five hargreeves and nicky harper even after i specified that they were adults in my DRs is unreal. like, i literally picture them (especially nicky, who we’ve gotten no recent content of since NRDD has been canceled for 4 years) as the 18 year old version of aidan gallagher that i know and love today. like, aidan is literally just under two months younger than me so i don’t really feel out of line making romantic or sexual remarks about his characters. i try not to sexualize him personally cuz he is a real person and even tho he’s technically an adult he’s still a very young one, but his characters are literally FICTIONAL.

anyway thank you for reading my ramble lmao. as one of my favorite shifttoker’s @/aidanshifts says (gotta give credit where it’s due), adults shifters are going to do adult things. on that note, adult writers are going to write adult things. between quarantine and all the other shit that’s gone down the past couple years, half the time i expect to wake up as a 16 year old high school student again. but i’m a grown woman and a fucking sophomore in college now. i write primarily adult content. if you don’t like that or you’re a minor i respect that and you’re more than welcome to leave my page if it makes you uncomfortable in any way whatsoever. anyway. have a great day y’all and thanks for listening to my bullshit <3

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iheardarumorthings · 2 years

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HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3

ANGSTANGSTANGST

warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst

tags: @mad-elia

PERFECTION

You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman.

“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs.

“No problem,” Five said.

And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes.

He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.

He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.

And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.

You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”

But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.

“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.

You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard.

“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.

“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”

“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.

The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.

You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.

You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”

And then came the italian.

“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”

He began to make out with thin air.

Well, fuck.

“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.

~*~

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.

Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.

“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.

“You all good, Klaus?”

“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”

“Could be better.”

Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.

“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.

“I’m fine.”

You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.

Good.

~*~

“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth.

“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned.

“See? Told you. Discreet.”

“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.

“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”

The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly.

“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.

“We need some rooms, please.”

“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”

Well shit.

“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”

You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette.

“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.

“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”

“Condoms?” Luther asked.

“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”

Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.

“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”

~*~

Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.

“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”

“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”

“Fair enough.”

“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”

“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”

“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”

You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.

His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”

You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.

“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”

“I saw you making out with thin air.”

“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”

“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”

“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”

“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”

“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”

“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”

You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.

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Baby... babies!

Five hargreeves x reader

- five being a dad, spoiler of season 3, some scenes are changed for the sake of the shot.

- request by anonymous

Having a kid with your husband was the most beautiful thing you could ask anyone. Now for Five was a little tricky. Mostly because he had never taken care of a kid, and now he has the responsibility of his kid? Yeah, it's a little difficult for him. When Evangeline was first born, he was a wreck. Lina will wake up at the most random hours and will start crying. He will wake up in a jolt and look around, thinking he is back there. (You guys decided to stop calling the apocalypse, apocalypse and call it there) You will then wake up and walk to Lina to feed her, cradle her back to sleep, or change her diaper.

It was a little difficult for Five to get used to Lina waking up randomly, but once she started growing up a little, he got used to the routine, and whenever she cries, he's the one getting up and helping her go back to sleep. When Lina turned one, Five went all out. It was his first child; of course, he would be the one person that would be extra. (They all thought Klaus was going to be the one handling everything) Since she was born on Halloween, they decided on The Addams family. Little Evangeline was a beautiful Wednesday, you were Morticia, and Five was Gomez. It was so cute and fun. You knew that your family was almost complete. You had the most incredible gift for Five and your family-in-law by Christmas.

You dressed Evangeline in a cute red dress with black leggings while her dark brown hair was in two ponytails. Five wore a casual red shirt and black pants while you wore a red dress. Once you got to the academy, you all brought gifts for everyone to give out. "Y/N! Five! Little Lina! You guys made it!" You laughed and hugged Klaus.

"We weren't going to miss it; Klaus Little Lina has to have her first Christmas with the family." Five walked in, holding all the presents while you were holding Lina. Once we got in and suited ourselves on the living room couch. We all shared a couple of laughs and drinks. Klaus did offer you an alcoholic beverage, but you declined it and asked for just an apple cider and no alcohol. He looked at you weirdly, and you felt Five's glances at you, but you ignored it.

Once it was noon, you decided to open the presents. Once everyone went, you decided it was your turn to go. Lina was already asleep in Five's old room, and you had a baby monitor in case she woke up. You first told them they couldn't open it until you told them to. You sat their gift in their hand and left Five for last. You did a countdown and told them to open it. Everyone started tearing the paper and just looked at the shirt you gave them. Viktor looked at you with a surprised face, Diego began tearing up, and Allison started crying. Klaus was the first to speak, "You-You're pregnant?!" everyone started cheering and congratulating.

You looked at Five and waited for his reaction. He looked at you, grabbed your chin, and kissed you. Once he let go, he breathed, grinned, and whispered, "You keep me, making me the happiest man in the world, Y/N; I love you." Nine months later, your baby boy was born. Little Eugene was born on September 3. Five now knew what to do; since little Eugene wasn't his first... and probably won't be his last (his words, not yours), you knew you wouldn't mind leaving him alone with both your kids. So your little family was finally complete.

Little blurb:

Five knew you left an hour ago, and the kids were still asleep (that's what he thinks), so he knew he could get a little bit more sleep before he had to wake up the kids for breakfast. His door banged on the wall when he was about to close his eyes. He jolted and looked in panic at the door, he frowned when no one was at the door, but once he turned his head, he screamed (He won't admit that it sounded a little girly). Lina giggled, and so did Eugene; both kids stared at their father. "Papa, papa, wake up! Breakfast!" He blinked twice before scooping both kids and getting up; Both kids giggled with glee that their father wanted to play with them. He sat them both on their high chair and jumped to the fridge. He decided to make them something soft that they could both eat. (Evangeline was just four, and Eugene just turned three not too long ago)

Once breakfast was over, and they brushed their teeth, both kids decided they wanted to play with their leggos. While the kids did that, Five sat in the living room to watch both of his kids and do a little work. A little time passed when he glanced at his kids; tell us why Five saw little Evangeline spatial jump to her brother's other side. Please, someone, tell this man he didn't just see that. What will his wife say? Oh, his wife will probably kill him. Well, hopefully, she doesn't find out, right?!

She did find out and waited for Five to tell her that man felt like he had the symptoms of paradox psychosis. His innocent and lovely wife made him scared.

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

Last Updated ➞ 07/25/22

Requests CLOSED ➞ Prompt list

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MASTERLIST

Five Hargreeves ➞

!!all five fics are him aged up to 16/18+ with the reader being mentally the same age as five unless stated otherwise !!

Oneshots:

Massacre

Female reader

Partners in crime or partners for life? take downs with five are always fun… for you at least

“Sorry, did you want kiss my ass or fuck you?”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Enchanting

Female!siren!reader

Five and you meet the handler and he begins to doubt you’re telling him the truth

“Your voice is quite captivating, isn’t it?”

Estimated Reading Time: 7 Minutes

Ready

Gn!Reader

Once he realizes you're gone, Five finally confesses

"You don’t know how to love?”

Estimated Reading Time: 7 Minutes

Peach

Gn!Reader

Another attempt to save the world, and another timeline messed up... how do you and Five get out of this one?

“Whose superpower are birds?”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Home

Female!Reader

When Five’s forced to chose between your life or a way home, what does he pick?

“You let me keep the girl, and I get you a ticket home.”

Estimated Reading Time: 4 Minutes

Hot Stuff

Pyrokinetic!Reader

You meet Five and duel in a hand to hand, only to find you quite like him

“Suit yourself, pea brain.”

Estimated Reading Time: 4 Minutes

Flustered

Female!Reader

Ever since five retried, he’s been a lot more affectionate with you

“Yeah, (Y/N) looks like she’s gonna die of embarrassment.”

Estimated Reading Time: 3 Minutes

Damned and Drunk

Female!Reader

Five hargreeves is damned if he doesn’t ask you out to this wedding, even if he gets drunk and slips up

“I didn’t think you had the guts to ask me out, but here we are.”

Estimated Reading Time: 8 Minutes

Decades

Female!Reader

Traveling through time isn’t easy, especially when you lose your best friend to it and he strands you in a different world

“I’m really happy you’re alive.”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

One Minute

Female!Reader

All it takes is one minute for everything to change. Five learns that the hard way.

“You look just like her.”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Blame

Sparrow!Female!Reader

In a freak accident, you found yourself stranded in the apocalypse, only a boy for company, but what happens when you finally find your way home?

“Ugh, (Y/N), don’t tell me you’re in love with this loser.”

Estimated Reading Time: 5 Minutes

Rich People

Female!Reader

Five hargreeves is tasked with a mission of playing husband to you and he’s not exactly thrilled about it

“The file says married couple. Not newly divorced with one kid.”

Estimated Reading Time: 6 Minutes

Forget-me-not (Coming soon)

Female!Reader

The Umbrellas have one rule: Never talk about the Jennifer incident — the day they lost you.

“Were you something to me?”

Estimated Reading Time: 6 Minutes

Blurbs / head canons

Bitter Half

That all? (Blackcat!reader)

Good Use (Blackcanary!reader)

Sweet Flavor

Tomorrow

Hotel Waffles

Power Couple (HC) (Wanda!reader)

Touched (HC)

Swept (HC) (superspeed!reader)

Shit (HC) (Wanda!reader)

Kiss Attack (HC)

Qué?

Cuddling Headcannons

Biscuits and Lattes (Wanda!Reader)

#the umbrella academy #tua #Masterlist #Gracie’s stuff #gracie’s works 🌻#mr five hargreeves at your service #my favorite little shit #:))))

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Forever

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Mentions of Reggie again 😒, mild angst ig but like not really

Summary: You and Five realize you're quite a bit more than best friends.

General Taglist: @caladrius103

Five Hargreeves Taglist: @dragon-master-kai, @justbookworm

Moots: @iheardarumorthings (who gave me the idea for this hehe), @thewritingbabe, @scandalous-chaos, @ddejavvu

Five Hargreeves is not an easy person to win the favor of. He’s pretentious, disagreeable, and overall seems to rather dislike everyone he lays eyes on. Everyone, it seems, but you.

You don’t know how you did it, really. You don’t know what it was about you that so struck Five Hargreeves’ fancy, to such an extent that he took you with him everywhere, even when he traveled to the future. You’re clumsy, and impulsive, and disorganized and inattentive and anxious - all qualities that when you first met Five, seemed quite the type of traits that would make him immediately dislike you. But somehow, things happened the opposite.

Five was not turned off by your chaos, but rather intrigued by it; he found himself wanting desperately to be around your cheerful carelessness, and it confused him as much as it did you. Perhaps it was your similarities to his brother Klaus, and the astonishingly different way you handled your shortcomings, or just how sheerly you contradicted his very being, with your bouncy, bubbly way of living and his surly, cynical, irritable manner. He couldn’t spend a day without you.

And so, that’s why you are where you are now, 58 years old and stuck in your 15-year-old body with the only man you’ve ever loved, trying desperately to stop an apocalypse that your former employers are determined to make happen. Typical best friend shenanigans, right?

“Five?” you say, lying on your back on Five’s bed and blowing a frustratingly stubborn strand of hair away from your face.

“Mhm?” He hums in response, as he so often does when preoccupied with something else. He keeps his eyes on his chalkboard of a wall and continues scribbling furiously, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“How did we end up here?” you ask, sighing out a bit of a sad laugh.

Five lets out a sigh of his own, setting down his piece of chalk - which is beginning to look more like a stub - and leaning his forehead against the faded black porcelain. “I don’t know.” He laughs bitterly. “I suppose it’s because I’m too foolish to see past my own hubris.”

“No, Five.” You walk over to him, gently pulling him away from the board and into your arms. “No, no, Five, no. You were a child, okay? You were curious and stubborn just like all children are. Your father treated you like you were older than you were, so you felt like you could do anything at far too young an age. And when he told you you couldn’t, he acted as if it was a failure on your part rather than a natural part of being a child. Don’t blame his shortcomings on yourself.”

You hear a whimpering sort of gasp, and with a mild sense of alarm, you realize Five is crying, that the wetness gathering on your shoulder is coming from his tears. You push down your shock and run your fingers through his hair, stroking him softly till the whimpering quiets to a quiet, uneven sort of breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I know how much you like this sweater.”

You let out a watery laugh, realizing you’re crying yourself. “It’ll wash out.”

“Lord, (Y/N),” he says, sounding almost in amazement. “I’ve known you since… forever. I genuinely can’t even begin to imagine my life without you.”

“Well, I feel the same way about you,” you reply. “You’re my best friend.” Somehow, though, that label doesn’t feel quite right.

“No,” he murmurs, pulling away to cup your chin in his hand. “We’re much more than best friends.”

And suddenly his lips are on yours, softly moving until neither of you can take it any longer and it becomes desperate, for nothing and everything all at once. Your hands find their way into his hair, and his curl around your waist, and you no longer feel like a person who’s kissing their best friend. You feel like one half of a whole, finally complete in the arms of your soulmate. You kiss until your chest burns from a lack of oxygen, and then when you pull away for air you hold him in your arms, unwilling to let go until you have no other choice.

“I love you,” you tell him, quietly like a secret only he’s allowed to hear. “I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you.”

“We’re idiots, that’s why,” he cracks, a small smile on his face, and you can’t help but laugh in response.

“You aren’t wrong.” You kiss him softly again, savoring the feel of his lips against yours.

“I love you too,” he says softly as you part once again. “Forever.”

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c0ffee-stain · 11 months

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Whispers

Five Hargreeves x f!reader

Blurb • Prologue - 1.0 • Chapter 1 - 1.01 • Chapter 2 - 1.02 • Chapter 3 - 1.03 • Chapter 4 - 1.04 • Chapter 5 - 1.05 • Chapter 6 - 1.06 • Chapter 7 - 1.07 • Chapter 8 - 1.08 •

Denial

The scratches and taps of chalk against the boy's bedroom wall, along with the gentle breeze whistling outside the window was enough to slowly lull me into a state of peace I hadn't felt in years. The usual quiet and calm nature of the Hargreeves estate differed immensely to the lively, bustling headquarters of the Commission. A place where people were afraid to sleep in fears of waking up with a knife in their back, or not waking up at all.

A thought passed through my mind, forcing the ends of my lips to curl upwards in a sly manner. Even though I despised the Hargreeves family and everything they stood for, I couldn't deny the beauty of the house, with its grand, rich ebony doors, exposed brick, and meticulous fireplace.

A great location to purchase once my mission is completed and my retirement begins. My mind quickly crafted a plan to purchase the house several decades before the Umbrella Academy decided to make it theirs, and stick to the natural antiquity of the estate.

The loud screech of chalk against the wall pulled me out of my thoughts to focus on the boy in uniform in front of me, who was standing atop his bed. I grimaced at the sound and saw that Five had abruptly stopped and was now faced towards me.

His features were filled with distaste while watching my figure that was sprawled out over his chair, but quickly softened as he addressed his dear wife.

"I think I've got something, Delores."

"And what's that?" I responded, my annoyance clear.

"I wasn't talking to you." Five turned to face his chalkboard of a wall again, circling what looked to be a group of names.

"Yes, you made that very clear," I rolled my eyes and readjusted my position on the chair. "but I thought that since you dragged me into your mess without my consent and expect us to work together, I'd know what the fuck you've been doing for the last hour."

An agitated sigh escaped his lips as the boy bit his tongue to stop himself from releasing a colourful collection of curses. Things had to remain civil at the least if he wanted to make some progress. Even if it meant sacrificing his pride, he would endure the annoyance and pain I’d constantly bring him.

The boys mouth opened to finally give me even the slightest bit of information, only for the door to burst open to reveal Luther strolling in, his face contorted in confusion once his gaze met the equations sprawled out on his brothers room.

"What's all this?"

"It's a probability map."

"Probability of what?"

"Of who's death could save the world."

If the brothers noticed my sudden jolt on interest and the way my head snapped towards them, they didn't comment. I was quick to suck in a deep breath to stop the corners of my lips from tugging upwards a bit too much.

"I've narrowed it down to four."

"Are you saying one of these people cause the apocalypse?"

"No, I'm saying their death might prevent it." Five responded, his eyes drifting to his brother's before landing on mine, lingering for a little too long. A faint alarm began to ring in my mind at the assassins brief but significant extended glance. There was something hidden deep behind the sea of green in his eyes.

Suspicion.

Four names. Four possibilities. All I needed was four minutes- less even. The key to end the cycle of murder, fear and pain I've been trapped in my whole life was right in front of me. The chalk written names were practically taunting me, begging me to kill the two brothers standing with their backs turned to me like cattle moments away from being slaughtered.

All I'd need is four minutes. But I knew it was too soon and too risky. I had to wait a little longer, make Jasper wait a little longer.

Just a few minutes longer.

"Oh." Luther paused. "I still don't get it."

Five turned to his brother and fiddled with the chalk between his fingers. He was excited, clearly. Excited and relieved that he had found a possible answer to the problem he had been forced to endure all throughout his life, forced to endure the everlasting consequences he couldn't even begin to imagine before he made that fateful jump. He also needed a few minutes longer until his suffering was over.

I couldn't wait to see the look of total despair on his face once he realises that his efforts were for nothing.

"Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum. The butterfly effect." This, Luther seemed to understand.

"So all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the time line, wherever they may be, and kill them." The boy finally explained, expelling some of the tension within him.

I made my way to the wall and onto Five's bed, standing on top as I memorised each name imprinted on the wall.

Milton Green. Aleks Cameron. KC Chavez. Robert Palko.

"Milton Green," The name left my mouth in a low murmur. "That's the person you found most likely?"

"Is he a terrorist or something, Five?"

Said brother looked up and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the names off of his wall. He began to quickly scrawl the names into his notebook before stating, "I believe he is a gardener."

"A murderous gardener." I added, quick to notice the shock pull at his face.

I jumped off the bed and pulled on the long jumper that hung behind my previous seat, shooting an innocent smile at the man.

"Wait, this is madness, Five-" Luther extended his arms in bewilderment as his voice began to increase in volume from the shock of the situation presented before him. He span to face me, pointing an accusatory finger at my figure. "You--"

However his attention was stolen away from me and to his brother pulling out a large case from under his bed containing a rifle.

"Feeling nostalgic, aren't we?" My mouth tilted into an lopsided grin, one I knew the boy beside me despised.

Betraying the composed attitude he had tried to maintain for all 24 hours, Five twisted his neck to face me, a tight lipped smile gracing his lips. "If I was really feeling nostalgic then I'd do what I did in Copenhagen." His hands delicately removed the rifle from its case, the weapon sitting perfectly in his calloused hands while his eyes shifted to mine like they did before.

"It seems that you've forgotten what I did in retaliation to your... bold actions."

"Oh," Five chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he looked through the rifles scope. "How could I forget?"

An unwelcome voice tore through the tense atmosphere, the bubbles of anger brewing beneath Five and I's skin being directed to his brothers sputtering.

"But you guys can't- This guy Milton is just an innocent man."

"It's basic math." Five cut him off abruptly. "His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing he'd be dead in four days anyway. The apocalypse won't spare anyone."

"We don't do this kind of thing."

"We are not doing anything." His words came out in a drawl, his tone forming into one someone would use when dumbing something down for a child.

A breathy exhale left my lungs and my lips pressed together tightly. I could practically feel the precious time that could've been used quickly slip through my fingers as the two Hargreeves continued bickering as if they had all the time in the world.

"I can't let you go and kill innocent people. No matter how many lives you'll save."

"You're serious?" My face twisted to display an expression that practically reeked in distaste for the man in front of me. "How do you know their innocent?"

Luther snapped his neck towards me, "How do you know their guilty?"

My eyes shifted towards Five for a second, noticing he was looking at me with the same baffled look in his eyes, before I turned back to the man that stood at over 6-feet.

"You're serious?" I deadpanned. "How thick is that skull of yours? Have you not been listening to a single word said? Do you have some sort of mental condition that I should take into consideration?" The questions that easily rolled off my tongue seemed to cause the mans brain to short-circuit at the sudden verbal attack he couldn't tell was sarcasm or not.

His mouth opened and closed, mirroring a goldfish stranded out on land. While his lips faltered to utter a word as his voice lodged in his throat, his determination and false assumption that we would consider listen to him because he was dubbed, 'number one' as a child seemed to be stronger than the shock and spike at his ego.

The click of Five's tongue against the roof of his mouth rang across the room. "That seems to be our cue." He uttered between gritted teeth and his eyes flickered to mine with a small, reluctant nod of his head.

Having to rely on his siblings usually took a toll on the boy's pride and ego. I couldn't imagine the annoyance brimming in his tiny body having to trust me of all people. The thought brought a faint smile to my lips.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Oh for fucks sake--" An embarrassing squeal tore from the depths of my vocal chords as I was suddenly grabbed by the back of my collar by a large hand, and swung across and out of the room, dangling from outside a window.

I looked down, a wave of deja-vu washing over me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I screeched, looking up at the man that nonchalantly gripped my collar with a few fingers, unbothered by the predicament I was in.

If I was asked who the last person I'd trust with my life would be, I'd pick the asshat taunting me with sudden death by heights. And coming from someone who was a field agent for The Commission, that was something I'd never thought I'd consider.

To think that my partner of sorts would come to my aid was a stupid thought I wish I didn't have. The second my head span to look inside the room, expecting the boy to pull out his rifle in retaliation, my brows furrowed and forehead creased to see him do absolutely nothing.

"You asshole!" I seethed, my skin burning from the raw rage coursing through my veins. "What the fuck do you think you're doing standing there? Tell you're gorilla of a brother to put me down!"

An awkward silence stuffed the already small room as Luther and I watched Five carefully for his reaction. Apart from the brief tensing of the jaw, an annoyed sigh, and the shuffling of the weapon in his hands, the assassin remained unbothered, planted to his spot as he watched the scene before him unfold. The only emotion in his stiff face being the upwards twitch of his lips in amusement.

My lips parted and eyes narrowed in a mixture of irritation and shock, Luther's face creasing into a similar expression.

"Wait, you're seriously not gonna do anything?" The bewilderment in Luther's voice seemed to go into Five's ear and out the other. The man looked down towards my dangling figure, embarrassment burning through him as his face flushed red. However once he turned back to face his brother, a certain mannequin caught his eye and another lightbulb lit in his brain.

He reached over to his side and grabbed Delores, who was sitting peacefully on a chair, and with his free arm dangled the plastic doll out of the window beside me.

The sight of Five's wife being manhandled across the room and threatened with the possibility of being dropped several metres onto the concrete pavement, seemed to cause something to snap within him.

In a spilt second, the rifle was held tightly between the boys fingers and aimed directly at Luther's head, his face pulled into a sneer with his jaw clenched dangerously tight.

"Put... her... down." His voice came out in deep, measured breaths, using all the strength he could muster not to pull the trigger while eyeing his brother through the scope.

"Put the gun down," The blond watched Five cautiously, subconsciously tightening his grip on my collar. "You're not killing anyone."

If someone had told me that Five's face could tense more than it is now, I would've simply laughed in their face. A short, exasperated burst of a laugh left my lips at the sight of the veins pushing beneath Five's pale skin so tightly that I wouldn't be surprised if they'd burst any time soon. All because of a plastic torso with a head.

While here I was, being threatened with death, not even wanting to be here in the first place.

"I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this." Luther spoke, testing to see how is brother would react at the words carefully rolling off his tongue. His voice dropped an octave, trying to make sure things remained civil. "It's either her or the gun."

I shook my head, blood boiling beneath my skin, knowing very well the man was referring to the plastic doll next to me.

Five adjusted his stance and grip on the gun. His body twitched and grip trembled as he fought the war taking place inside him. His tongue darted out to hastily lick his lips before getting back to grinding his teeth.

In any other situation, I'd think he was experiencing paradox psychosis.

"You decide."

For a moment, I thought Five was going to give in to his brothers words, with the way the pistol faltered from its aim and his breathing seemed to steady.

But then I remembered. I was dealing with Five Hargreeves.

My eyes snapped open from their tired slant once I felt Luther grab a larger fistful of the fabric of my clothes, before easily throwing me out of the window as if it were some sort of second nature.

A surprised, "Shit." was all I was able to say. An odd wave of numbness washed over me, contradicting the uneasiness that churned in my stomach as my body hung mid-air for a brief moment. I quickly contemplated all my life decisions that brought me here. Here in the spectacular scene of being discarded like trash into a dumpster by none other than Luther-fucking-Hargreeves.

My eyes made contact with a flash of blue swallowing the mannequin that was thrown beside me, whole. I rolled my eyes back at the ridiculousness playing out in front of me.

Of course the idiot was going to save his non-sentient wife over the person he kidnapped, drugged and practically forced by his side to save the world.

Wind rushed against my body falling through the polluted city air, and the thought of using a familiar... asset of mine to save myself was only proving to be more reliable than betting on the idea that the assassin might just save me from my impending doom.

I flexed my hands, my body tingling as the sensation began to course through my veins. My ears drowned out the rush of wind and focussed on the incomprehensible voices clawing at my skull for even a second of attention.

In a few seconds, I was going to reveal my greatest strength and greatest weakness all at once.

'At last--'

A shocked gasp left my lips at the feeling of a pair of hands digging tightly into my waist, and a sudden disorientation flooding my mind and body. Instead of making contact with the harsh concrete awaiting my fall, I found myself standing in the middle of Five's bedroom as if nothing had happened.

I looked down at my feet and back up again, making eye contact with the two brothers staring at me. One with a look of cautiousness and regret, whilst the other scoffed in amusement at my dishevelled hair and rapidly blinking eyes.

"You look constipated." Five said, in a matter-of-fact tone. Quicker than I could re-assemble my thoughts, he roughly grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled my towards him as we left the room and travelled through the houses myriad of corridors.

Before the boy could manhandle me any more, I stopped in my tracks and shoved his iron-clad grip off of my shoulder.

"What are you doing--!"

I cut him off, barely able to contain the irritation with the male standing in front of me. "No," I forced out a laugh. "What the fuck are you doing, Five?" I shoved my index finger against his forehead and watched his eyes widen in anger.

"The apocalypse is in two fucking days and you've done absolutely nothing. We are nowhere closer to saving this damned world and the fucking Handler is breathing down our necks, ready to send more agents our way." I seethed between clenched teeth. "So tell me," I licked my cracked lips, "what on earth does that smooth brain of yours plan to do now?"

"What I plan to do next?" Five shook his head and scoffed. "No no, the real question is what do you plan to do next." He pulled his finger back and flicked it against my forehead in retaliation. "You think I don't know you?" He began, his biting tone accompanying the cruel grin stretched on his lips.

“You think I don’t see through your whole act? Well news flash, I fucking do.” He enunciated each word, jabbing his finger with every syllable. “I don’t know what your hiding or what you’re planning, but once I find out, I’ll do to you what I plan to do to that apocalypse-starting gardener I’m just itching to get my hands on.”

The bustling and muted voice of Luther upstairs caused the boy to scoff as his brother called out our names.

Five pressed his lips into a thin line as he proceeded to look me dead in the eyes, his cold gaze attempting to find any cracks in the barriers caging my emotions from spilling into the open. No matter how heated things would get, the boy knew nothing more of what rummaged in my mind other than the obvious irritation and hatred towards him.

It angered Five to no extent.

He struggled to find what exactly fazed me, struggled to see past the anger he already knew too well, and into the malicious thoughts he was certain crept with full intent in the back of my mind, ready to strike.

When confronted with the emptiness of my eyes he felt more vulnerable than ever. Because in Five’s experience, not knowing is worse than death could ever be.

Even now, he watched as I bit down on my tongue and the slight bulge on my veins with slight curiosity for as to what lurked beneath the restraints I kept in place.

But he was certain he was going to find out. One way or another, he was going to find his leverage and gain the control he longed to hold.

Alas for now, he was stuck with the ever-growing pit of anxiety digging deeper in his stomach.

Heavy stomps creaking with every step tore Fives attention from the depths of his thoughts and to his brother who was hastily walking towards us, somewhat relieved that we hadn’t left yet.

“So…” My lips ticked downwards at Luther’s constant unwelcome intrusions. “Where are we heading off too?”

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I took my seat in Five's car, drowning out the faint pulsing of pain from my shoulder and instead focussed on Luther's burning stares against my temple. I turned my neck and watched as he reluctantly took residence in the back, the van creaking from his sudden weight.

"You didn't answer my question--"

Five slammed his foot against the pedal, the vehicle suddenly accelerating forwards with a harsh BOOM thudding from what sounded to be Luther falling back against the floor, or his skull cracking open.

Hopefully the latter.

I shifted my concentration to the driver, not sure whether to be concerned or not at his reckless driving. With every red light in our way, Five only increased the cars speed, just barely evading a fatal collision. Confident he was trying to get us killed, I swiftly put my seatbelt on and eyed the boy carefully as if he'd burst beneath the pressure of my gaze.

"I'm pretty sure you just sped past a bunch of police trucks..." Luther’s murmurs went unheard beneath the faint sirens and wind rushing harshly against the vehicle. I could practically feel the man’s blood pressure rise with every second he stayed in the car.

Finally the car began to slow down as we drove into a secluded area a few miles from the city. With furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, I looked ahead, the only thing meeting my stare being the countless acres of land isolating us from the rest of society.

That's when a very possible thought etched its way into my mind. It was more than likely that Five Hargreeves was going to kill me, and the only reason he brought Luther was to keep me restrained so he could do his biddings more efficiently. As if confirming my thoughts, the van suddenly stopped, the tires screeching against the concrete roads at the abruptness of Five's foot stamping on the breaks.

No one dared to move an inch of a muscle or let out even the slightest of sounds. Breaking the tense atmosphere, Five sighed inwardly.

"Out." Five said, almost boredly.

"What?" I spat in response.

This time he turned to face me entirely. "Out," He repeated. "now."

I started at him and his unwavering expression. So I was right, he really was going to kill me. The only thing left was for me to figure out was how he intended to do so. I scoffed at the thought of him running me over, but nevertheless did as I was oh- so nicely told. My lips twisted into a sneer as I gave him a final glare, getting out of the car with an aggressive slam of the door, and marched ahead while digging my hands furiously into the oversized, grey zip up sweater I had found back in Diego's 'apartment'.

I span on my heels to face the duo talking in the car and froze at the sight of a briefcase sitting between the brothers.

Now it was clearer than ever what the assassin was trying to do.

On cue, the rev of an engine announcing one of the most infamous duos of the Commission, tore through the solitude of the countryside, signalling Five and Luther to exit the car, the case securely held in Luthers hand.

I bit down on my lip, hard. The metallic taste of blood helping to prevent myself from slapping five across the face and stealing the case for myself. Nevertheless, I locked these impulses deep within me as the brothers stood beside me, collectively watching their vehicle come to a stop several metres behind us.

"If this all goes sideways, do me a favour and tell Delores I'm sorry."

I held back a snort and rolled my eyes which seemed to catch Five's attention immediately. Hazel and Cha Cha finally left the car and walked towards us, Five and I doing the same until we were only a few steps apart.

“Are the masks really necessary?”

The duo gave the other a glance before stripping the sweaty plastic from their faces. Cha Cha's eyes shifted to Five, than me, and back to the boy. "So, where is it, kid?"

"Wow, that's how you're gonna start. You know, we can get right back in our car and call it a day."

A gun was quickly in her hands as she threatened, "You won't even make it halfway there."

"Maybe." Five maintained his composure. "But as I'm sure you found out in your previous foray, my brother is not your average giant."

"He's right." Hazel turned to Cha Cha. "You dropped a chandelier on him, got right back up."

"By the time you took him out, he'd smash your precious briefcase to a pulp."

"Probably us too, right?" Hazel confronted. "So how do we help each other?"

"I need you to get in contact with your superior so I can have a chat with her."

I physically tensed, my jaw clenching and mouth going dry upon hearing that soon, I'd have to explain to The Handler as to why I hadn't updated her on Five's progress for hours.

"About what?"

"I don't believe that's any if your concern." Five's voice was calm, too calm, only further fuelling the anxiety practically crawling up my throat and burning through my chest.

Cha Cha scoffed. "Oh really? Well you still haven't told us who this one is." She now pointed the silver gun at my figure, her eyes scanning my body and my face intensely, only for them to flicker in recognition.

"Look at that." She cocked her head to the side. "Well if it isn't the Commissions prized bloodhound." Her lips twisted downwards in distaste and her voice dripped in anger. "I still haven't forgotten what you did in Cairo."

I smiled a toothy grin. "Neither have I."

"So is it a deal or what?" Five quickly cut in, not forgetting to shoot me a glare.

The woman licked her lips, annoyed. "Just don't tell her about the briefcase."

"Fair enough."

With the final words exchanged closing the deal between the agents, Hazel and Cha Cha walked towards the payphone as Five and I retreated ourselves, taking measured steps away from the pair.

"What the hell was that?" Five seethed, keeping his voice low. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk towards Luther who was holding the briefcase a little too tightly for my liking. We watched as Cha Cha began dialling a number, peering over her shoulder towards us, along with Hazel's finger hovering above the trigger as a warning.

"What happens now?" Luther kept his eyes glued on the enemy ahead.

"Now we wait."

Anxiety swarmed through my body, invading the sane piece of mind I desperately tried to hold. I cracked my knuckles and gnawed down on my lip while my foot tapped impatiently against the road. Sure it was only a few seconds of waiting idly. But those few seconds stretched out into hours as the same thought consumed my brain, like a python unhinging its jaw and swallowing its prey whole.

The words, 'What if' rang in my skull like a mantra. And they were right to do so, because right now, just like she had my whole life, The Handler held all the cards and was just waiting to play her next move.

A quiet ring of a lullaby pulled me out of the depths of my thoughts, leaving me as confused as the rest. I turned my head towards the direction everyone was looking, surprised to see an ice cream truck of all things approach us at high speeds, the lullaby getting louder by the second.

"Is that her?"

The ice cream truck zoomed right past us and Luther immediately got his answer. In the truck sat a waving Klaus who looked excited to be here, and Diego whose expression turned from blank, to shocked as he saw his lost hoodie draping over my figure.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Five asked, our necks turning simultaneously to watch the truck start to accelerate as they approached the agents.

"It's a set up!" The duo aimed their guns at us and began shooting, a bullet just grazing my side. Five and I dove behind Luther just in time, said brother lifting his arms and shielding us with his body.

"What the hell was that!" I whisper-yelled.

Five glanced at me, then to my injured shoulder for split second before he groaned in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Well they're your brothers, aren't they?"

His lips parted to retort with his own response, only for an eerily familiar feeling to wash over us. One that still made a shiver run up my spine to this day.

I stepped out beside Luther, peering at his body frozen in time. I looked at Five and gave him a knowing look, a look that seemed to summon the devil herself.

"Neat trick isn't it?" A woman's voice spoke softly, juxtaposing the way the hairs on my nape stood while adrenaline coursed through my body. It seemed that my gut was leaning more towards flight than fight, but I stood my ground and faced the woman, glaring deep into her eyes hidden beneath her shades.

If Five could hear the way my heart was pumping loudly beneath my veins, he didn't say. The Handler removed her sunglasses and smiled.

"Hello, Five," Her eyes then shifted to mine, the corners of her mouth twisting upwards in an emotion I couldn't quite make out. But something within me screamed to steal the briefcase out of Luther’s frozen hold, warning me of the dangers beneath the blue glaciers of her eyes that seemed to be getting closer and closer to puncturing through my well seamed coat of armour I’ve been hiding under my whole life.

I knew I’d regret not giving into my gut instincts but for now, I kept my feet planted in place and fists clenched.

The Handler knew she had won right then and there, and for once, the woman’s smile reached her eyes.

"Hello, Y/n."

I could feel the taste of failure slowly start to creep on my tongue, attempting to scorch any schemes present into ash.

But I knew all too well that the war had just begun, and almost feared the extents I would go to accomplish what I was here for in the first place.

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