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#five hargreeves x best friend! reader
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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messers-moony · 2 years
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FRIENDS | F.H
Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader
Summary: Five doesn’t like the relationship the reader has with Diego.
It was no secret Diego, and Y/n had a close relationship. The two had been practically inseparable since they were adopted. Admittedly it made all their siblings jealous with how close they were. 
Once Five disappeared, Y/n stayed thirteen, and Diego still stood by his sister's side. He even took her away from the horrid house they lived in since she couldn’t leave due to her young age. 
Throughout everything, the apocalypse and the doomsday, they stuck together. They even ended up in Dallas together. What a coincidence. 
Afterward, their relationship never faded, still the same old same old. All the Hargreeves lived in the house they resided in their entire childhood. 
“ Hey, babe. “ Diego commented as Y/n walked into the kitchen, “ Hey. “ Y/n yawned. 
However, the secret of the house was the young teenagers had a crush on each other. Five Hargreeves and Y/n Hargreeves had a crush on each other. But both teenagers were utterly oblivious. 
Five was sitting at the end of the kitchen table as he drank his coffee, watching the two bluntly flirt with each other. 
Diego smirked, “ Lookin good. “ Diego complimented, “ Shut up. “ Y/n replied. 
The girl grabbed herself a cup of coffee and sat herself down at the table. Laying her arms down and she laid her head down, still exhausted. 
“ You okay, doll? “ Diego asked as he continued cooking, and Y/n let out an incomprehensible groan.
Diego walked over and gently kissed her head, making Five growl. The boy spatial jumped away, annoyed the to brim. Y/n lifted her head to look at Diego, and they both shrugged. 
Later on in the day, when Y/n was actually awake and living, she checked on Five. Knocking on his door and heard no response until the door flew open. Five was mad, possibly even envious. Who is he kidding? He was jealous above all bars. 
Y/n coughed awkwardly, “ H- Hey Five. “ 
“ What are you and Diego? “ Five snapped at the nervous female, “ We’re friends. That’s all. “ Y/n responded hesitantly. 
Then a gasp was heard it was Diego, “ Y- You don’t like me? “ Diego joked, but Five obviously wasn’t taking it that way, “ We’re friends, Dee. “ Y/n replied, trying to hold her laughs. 
“ That isn’t what you told me last night! “ Diego yelled as he walked off, making Y/n scoff, “ You dickwad! “ Y/n shouted, smiling gleefully at her playful best friend. 
“ S- So it is true then. You and Diego are together? “ Five stuttered, “ No! “ Y/n yelled. 
Quickly she fixed her tone, “ No. He was being a dickhead and joking around. Plus, I’ve got my eyes on someone else. “ Y/n sheepishly admitted. 
“ Who? “ Five queried, and Y/n giggled, walking past him to sit on his bed. 
Five took a seat on his desk chair as Y/n looked around at the brilliant equations in a chalk font around the room. Five loved the way her face lit up when he spoke intelligently. 
“ Well, the guy I like is obviously my age, physically that is. It would be weird if he weren’t, even if I am thirty years old. “ Y/n began to ramble, making Five subconsciously smile and fiddle with a pencil, “ He’s like really brilliant. I’ve never met a guy with a mind like him. “ 
The girl laid back on his bed, gushing about her crush on him without him knowing, “ Five when I tell you he’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, I mean it. I mean, honestly, they’re my favorite feature about him. They’re so cute. “ Y/n continued, “ What color are they? “ Five inquired, trying to hide his smirk 
“ They’re like this really pretty greenish blue shade. In some lights, they look blue, but in most lights, they look green, and in others, they look like both. It’s the perfect amount of each color to make up the ideal hex code for an aquamarine color. “ Y/n answered, “ Oh! Not to mention his very dark brunette hair. Very cute and always soft. “ 
“ Do you have a crush on anyone? “ Y/n questioned, turning to the male sitting at the desk chair, “ Indeed I do. “ Five smiled. 
Y/n’s eyes lit up, “ I wanna hear about who’s got Five going soft! “ 
Five chuckled as he tapped his pencil, “ Well, she’s very playful, which kinda contradicts who I am, but she gets me to loosen up. I mean, she contradicts me in every way. It’s rather funny. “ Five explained with a breathy chuckle as Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 
“ I mean, she’s my complete opposite. She’s caring, understanding, and happy. Meanwhile, I’m quite inconsiderate at times. I do care; I just don’t know how to show it, and most of the time, I’m serious or stern. “ Five elaborated, making Y/n nod her head, “ But she, she shows me how to change myself. Every day I’m around her, I feel like I’m growing more considerate, I’m learning how to show I care, and she teaches me how to be happy. “ Five said as a gorgeous smile graced his features. 
Y/n sighed, “ She sounds lovely. “ Y/n smiled. 
“ Oh, she is. “ Five boasted, “ Except there’s one guy that always gets in my way. “ Five almost sneered. 
Y/n sat up and tilted her head, “ He always flirts with her, and it drives me up the wall. “ Five confessed. 
“ Does this male happen to go by the name Diego Hargreeves? “ Y/n smirked, “ Ye- “ Five began until he realized he fell into her trap. 
The male blushed furiously as he looked down at his lap, fiddling his pencil, and Y/n chuckled, “ You’re so stupid. “ Y/n spoke. 
Five stood up from his chair and walked over to the female sitting on his bed. Gently he lifted her chin to meet his gaze and leaned down to kiss her. The girl instantly responded, and he laid her down as he climbed onto her. 
Finally, once he released the female from the long kiss, “ You’re mine. “ Five whispered, looking into her e/c eyes, “ I’m yours. “ Y/n smiled in response. 
Five let his arms go and just laid on top of her, his head in the crook of her neck, and both of the lovers just laid there. 
“ No more flirting with Diego. “ Five’s voice came out muffled from it being buried in her neck; Y/n giggled, “ Okay. “
Then the next morning, Five woke up holding a familiar female in his arms. Gently he kissed her forehead and walked downstairs to make coffee. Y/n came downstairs and sat on the counter beside the coffee pot, making Five smile. 
“ Good morning, doll. How’d you sleep? “ Diego smirked, expecting a flirtatious replied in response, “ She's mine. “ Five replied, kissing her cheek making Y/n blush. 
Diego’s jaw dropped to the floor, “ Finally! “ 
“ See Five, told you we were just friends. “ Y/n giggled, jumping off the counter. 
“ Yeah, just friends. “ 
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parkersbliss · 2 years
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Hello there I see your opening for requests for five I started watching the show last week and I've fallen in love with the Lil time jumper.
Can I request a one-shot where Five falls for the reader with a beautiful voice n he discovers that she's one of the 43 superpowered kids?
I love music and singing so I always thought there has to be a character who is a siren or black canary like
five out here stealing everyone’s hearts
i hope you like this I rewrote it twice 😭
Enchanting | F. Hargreeves
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pairing; five hargreeves x female!siren!reader
wc; 2.3K
warnings: cursing, the handler (she’s so creepy)
synopsis: five and you meet the handler and he begins to doubt you’re telling him the truth
requests: CLOSED
a/n: did I just want a spicy kiss scene? maybe
Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list 
Time froze, and you turn to Five with a confused expression. You glance around to see Luther standing in front of you and Five, bullet heading straight for him. Hazel and Cha-Cha are suspended in thin air as Klaus’ head sticks out of an ice cream truck. Now, in the time you’ve known Five, this was definitely on the bizarre side.
“Neat trick, isn’t it?” A voice spoke, appearing in front of both of you.
Five just stares at her, frown on his face, and you assume this is the infamous Handler.
“Hello, Five,” She greets. “You look good, all things considered. It’s good to see you again. Feels like we met just yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very Clever. Threw us off the scent.”
Five rocks forward on his feet, hand in his pockets. “Ah, well, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections, and well, you know. Here I am.”
“Who’s your little friend?” She asked, walking towards you.
Immediately, he puts an arm in front of you, pushing you behind him as he glares at the woman. “She’s unimportant right now.”
“She certainly seems important to you.”
“She's merely a friend who got caught up in this,” Five spoke calmly. Though there was the tiniest tint of fear in his voice. He knows you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. However, he still doesn’t like knowing that the Handler could have another advantage over him. And he certainly doesn’t like knowing you could be in danger.
The Handler sighs, accepting that’s all she was gonna get. “Why don’t you tell me what you really want?”
“I want you to put a stop to it.”
“You realize what you’re asking for is next to impossible, even for me. What’s meant to be is meant to be. That’s our raison d’être.”
“Yeah, what about survival as a raison?” Five asked, pulling out a gun and aiming at her. Your eyes widen. Where the hell did he get that thing?
“I’ll just be replaced,” The Handler shrugged. “I”m but a small cog in a machine. This fantasy you’ve been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that, a fantasy. I must say though, we’re all quite impressed with your initiative. Your stick-to-itiveness, really quite… quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at the commission, in management.”
Your jaw drops at that. There was no way they wanted Five back, right? You didn’t know much about his history there, but you seriously doubted betrayal was rewarded.
“Sorry, what’s that now?” Five questiones, just as shocked as you are.
The Handler smiles. “Come back to work for us again. You know it’s where you belong.”
“Well,” Five clicks his tongue. “It didn’t work out too well the last time.”
“But you wouldn’t be in the correction division any longer. I”m talking about the home office. You’d have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel.” She takes a few more steps forward, and you feel threatened as Five pushes you back more.
“You’re a distinguished professional in schoolboy shorts. We have the technology to reverse the process. I mean, you… you can’t be happy like this!”
“I’m not looking for happy,” Five said simply, and your heart aches at that.
The Handler steps in front of him, placing a hand on his cheek, and that’s your last straw.
“We’re all looking for happy. We can make that happen. We can make you yourself again,” She said. When her hand doesn’t move, your eyes flash green, and you whisper something low under your breath, almost like you’re singing, and her hand falls.
She looks at you with a sickening grin. “My, my, my. What do we have here?”
“I’d advise you to step away from us before I do a lot worse,” You sneer.
She takes a step back, a smug smile on her face, and if you really wanted to, you’d slap it right off.
“Where did you come from, little one?” Her attention is now directed at you, and the look on her face makes your stomach flip.
“Leave her out of this!” Five shouts, stepping in front of you again. “Finish your deal.”
“Aw,” The Handler pouts, placing a hand on her heart. “She has you under your spell, doesn’t she?”
You scoff. Oh, this lady really wanted to see what you were capable of, huh?
Five says nothing, just glares at her. “If I come back, what about my family?”
“What about them?”
“I want them to survive.”
“All of them?” She questions.
“Yes, all of them,” Five said, clearly annoyed.
“Under one condition.”
“What?” Five barks, lowering his gun.
“The girl also comes with,” She sticks her hand out. “Do we have a deal?”
Five glances back at you, and though you don’t even want him to take the deal in the first place, you trust him. Though, if you really wanted to, it was easy enough to make The Handler change her mind, but it was only temporary, so she would find her way back.
Five hesitates, scared at the prospect of bringing you to the place he once worked. There was so much that could go wrong, so much that could take you away from him. But he doesn't have much of a choice, and he has a plan.
It'll work. Five grabs her hand and yours. “Deal.”
She smiles, and in a flash of blue light, you’re gone.
The Handler takes her sweet time showing off the commission and explaining Five’s new job. It honestly bores the hell out of you, and at one point, you debate enchanting her to just finish up, but you can tell Five knows what you’re gonna do because he shakes his head.
She hands Five his first case, smiling in that fake sweet way of hers before turning to you. “And I’d like you to follow me.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Five said. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know what you’re gonna do with her.”
“Oh, relax. I just want to see the extent of her abilities. She could be of good use here.”
Five’s jaw hardens at that. The thought of you working here? Absolutely not. After the hell he’s been through, he wouldn’t want that for anyone and especially not you. And he knew The Handler, and even despite your powers, he wouldn’t be shocked if she found a way to use you against him. The thought alone put him on edge. But then your voice echoes in his head. “Trust me.”
And he begrudgingly agrees. “But if you lay one hand on her, I will personally see to it that this entire building is burnt to ashes with you in the center.”
The Handler just chuckles before leading you away and to what you assume is her office. She gestures for you to sit in one of the grand chairs across from her desk, and you do.
“And your name?”
“(Y/N).”
“My,” The Handler sighs. “Your voice is quite captivating, isn’t it?”
“So I’ve been told.”
She reaches a hand out, tracing your delicate features. “And extraordinarily beautiful.”
You back away from her touch, a little uncomfortable. She really has no concept of personal space, does she?
“If I assume correctly, same birthday as the others?”
“October 1st, 1989.”
“And, yet you look the same age as that boy. No older than 18.”
You just shrug, staring at the wall of collectibles behind her. “You said it yourself, extraordinarily beautiful. I age slower, I guess.”
She hums in thought, her eyes tracing over your features, and you shift in your seat. “What do you want?”
“You,” she said simply. “I want you to work for us. You and Five, here at the commission! You are of great value, dear. Tell me, what else can you do?”
You figure there’s no harm in telling her, assuming Five gets you both out of here in the next hour or two. “Mind control, enhanced balance, agility, senses, and reflexes.”
“Interesting,” The Handler hums. “And how does it work?”
“I just sing what I want, and it happens. It’s like a voice in their head they can’t ignore.”
“Who would ignore a voice like that?” She sighs.
You’re, of course, used to it. That still didn’t make it any less weird, considering she was the enemy.
“And Five?” She asked.
You narrow your eyes. “What about him?”
“Oh please,” She dismissed. “The poor boys whipped for you. Was that your own doing?”
You scoff at that. Of course, she would accuse you of such a thing. Your powers were a gift, sure. But you didn’t use them for your own selfish needs. God, you’d never use them on someone like that. At that point, would it be worth it? You’d have to live with the guilt of knowing they never really loved you or whatever. Not that Five loved you or anything. You liked each other, yes. But you weren’t quite sure you’d say love yet.
“No,” You said simply. Your patience was growing thinner by the minute, and you really hoped Five had a plan.
“Tell you what,” The Handler starts, standing up. “Why don’t I show you towards the training rooms? You can get familiar, meet some friends, and then I’ll take you back to Five for lunch.”
You know that there isn’t really an option here, so you just agree and follow her out.
You yelp when a hand grabs you by the waist and drags you inside the bathroom.
“What the he—”
“Relax, it’s me,” Five said, turning your around in his arms.
You slap him on the arm. “You can’t just do that!”
He gives you his classic smirk. “Well, I did.” He opens a stall door, “After you.”
You glare at him but follow inside anyway. You can tell by the file in his hand this was something important. Five slips past you, locking the stall and sitting on the closed toilet.
“So, what did you find?” You asked, arms crossed and gesturing to the file in his hand.
However, he avoids your gaze, staring at the floor instead. “I have to ask you something.”
You raise an eyebrow, hoping he can’t see the fear on your face. Nothing good ever came after those words. What if he wanted you to stay here? What if he thought you were no good anymore? Could this really be it?
“Is it real?”
You furrow your brows. “Is what real?”
“The way I feel towards you.”
“You mean—”
“Do I love you, (Y/N)? Or is this all in my head because you’re…. you?”
Your eyes widen, heart dropping to the floor. Firstly, Five did love you, and secondly, he wasn’t even sure it was real. Which hurt a lot more than you thought. You understand that maybe he just wants that reassurance but isn’t it bad enough that he has to ask? That he doesn’t think his own feelings towards you are real?
“I knew you had powers, but I never stopped to consider what they are. I mean, you’re one of us! The 43 kids, who’s to say I’m not some mission to you?”
You’re shocked but the sudden outburst. Five already knew most of this. He knew you could hypnotize people. Why the sudden change?
Although, you have your suspicions that only one person was responsible for this. But before you could reply, the door opens, and heels click against the floor.
Speak of the fucking devil. “So, how’s your first day going?”
In an instant, Five grabs your wrist and harshly tugs you into him. You fall into his arms, trying not to gasp in surprise.
“Couldn’t be better,” Five said through gritted teeth.
You spare a glance at him, hiding your burning face.
“Glad to hear it.”
The sound of a skirt falling to the floor echoes through the bathroom, and then the sound of someone using the bathroom. Five makes a face of disgust and annoyance as you bury your face in his shoulder, trying not to laugh.
“Ah, I burned my rugae. Ever burn your rugae? Rugae. The ridges on the hard palate that helps pass food to the esophagus. Anyways, I’m on a liquid diet for two days, hence the marathon of urination. One faulty cog and nothing works as it would.”
Five just clicks his tongue as you shake against him, laughing silently. This had to be perfect timing.
“You must know we value integrity at the office about all else. Trust is essential, and that trust is… built over time. But in the vent of a breach, the commission will act swiftly and without mercy. An efficient I’m sure you above all people can appreciate, Number Five.”
The stall door closes, and the sound of running water is heard.
“I’m feeling peckish. Have you had your lunch?” The Handler questions. Her heels turn in your direction and you start to panic.
“Not yet,” Five answered as her heels stop right in front of your stall, and you look at Five with wide eyes.
And then, in one quick movement, you grab him by his neck and smash your lips onto his. He reciprocated quickly, his hands tangling in your hair.
“Great! How would you like to lunch with me in my office? You can eat solid foods, and I can live vicariously—,” She gasped at the sight of you and Five, basically with your tongues down each other's throats. This confirms your suspicions that this lady was a creep, and looked over the stall.
“My apologies,” She said. “See you for lunch!”
And with that, she left.
Though you didn’t notice, as your lips continued to find his. Eventually, though, he stops.
He pants heavily, a frown on his face. “Is it all a lie?”
You shake your head, leaning your forehead against his. “No, no, it isn’t. Everything you feel is real. If you love me, then you really love me.”
“It’s not the sound of your beautiful voice and your gorgeous face?”
You chuckle, “No. No, I promise, Five. This is real.”
He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. “You didn’t say it back yet.”
Your lips find his once more, mumbling a sweet “I love you too” against his lips.
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wtfakiiii · 4 months
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𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙐𝙉
||The umbrella academy x fem reader||
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Going over Y/ns ability, sunlight/solar manipulation. Y/n can use all aspects of the sun, starting from its intense heat, luminosity, mas/gravitational field, magnetic field, raw nuclear energy, reaction, etc.
Quick backstory, Five, and Y/n were best friends, but when Five time traveled, y/n went into a hot, burning coma.
That's all, hope you enjoy! :D
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It felt hot.
Uncomfortably hot. It's not the type of hot like a hot shower or a bubbling hot tub. No. The type of hot like when you burn your hand on a pot that's been on the stove for too long. Or the hot feeling you get in your stomach before you puke.That, but all over.
It felt tingly if I focused hard enough.
The pain would reduce then.
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"Five, you're not serious, are you?" Y/n sat up against the wall of Five's room. The white paint slightly chips off. The girl looked up at the shrewd boy with concern. "Yes, actually, I do. I've thought long and hard about this." The boys cold eyes stay on the large green whiteboard in front of him. Math equations and science formulas lay on the whiteboard.
Y/n sighs, knowing that no matter her choice of words, he will not change his mind. This was something y/n admired about the boy. He held his opinions high, and his knowledge higher. But he always stood his ground.
It was exactly six o'clock. The only time the Hargreaves family felt somewhat of a real family. The only time that they were close, without training.
Y/n sat on the far right, farthest away from father, scarffing down her dinner. Five, on the other hand, hadn't touched his food at all. In fact, he hadn't even looked at his plate. His eyes were locked onto Father.
Y/ns eyes landed on Five. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she didn't like it.
Y/ns face held concern for the boy.
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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year
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Ecstasy Of The Heart
masterlist
pairing: five hargreeves x any gender reader
warnings: fluff, sarcastic five, cursing
summary: you and five quarling like an old married couple while shopping
a/n: harry potter poa reference in the summary ;) there's also a full house (my fav show ever) reference somewhere
song: tainted love - soft cell
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"No, we are getting the chocolate ones," Five rolls his eyes.
"Uh- no we aren't? We are getting mint ones," you argue back.
"There is something wrong with you, nobody likes mint oreos," he tells you with disgust in his voice, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"That's not true, you just lack enough social interaction to know that," you huff.
"Well, everyone at the academy agreed on chocolate," he reminds you.
"Okay, that was before I saw those delicious mint ones-"
"'Delicious mint ones my ass. You might as well just take the cookie part off of a regular one and put toothpaste on it"
"I'm done with this, we are getting both- problem solved," you say placing both in the cart.
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"What ingredients did Klaus say he needed," you wonder aloud.
"We are not getting Klaus anything," Five tries to steal the cart from you.
"What do you mean? He told me to get him ingredients so we can make a cake together," you tell him.
"Klaus can't bake"
"You can't space jump without getting stuck in the future either," you cross your arms.
His jaw drops and he glares at you.
"At least I'm not best friends with someone who's high all the time," he says.
"I happen to enjoy his highness, he makes everything less... serious," you look him up and down.
"Whatever, just get everything on the shelf for all I care," Five gives up.
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"Can we get a dog," you ask while strolling through the isle with pet food and supplies.
"Absolutely not"
"But why, do you think I can't take care of one?"
"Yes, in fact I do think that"
"I would make a great parent, for your information"
"Oh really? The last time we had a pet you gave the fish a bath-"
"He needed to be cleaned"
"-with soap!"
You shake your head looking up and mutter a 'rest in peace Mr. Goldfish'.
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You two finally made it back to the academy to see Allison and Luther waiting in the kitchen.
Luther looks at Allison, "I'm surprised, they made it back without killing each other!"
The two of you glance at each other, "barely," you say in sync with him.
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fiveisnumber1 · 6 months
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Timeless - Five Hargreeves X Reader
Main story parts:
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A/N: I know it's taken some time, but this chapter is finally here! Sorry for taking so long to update with a main chapter, two of my grandparents died, I had to quit my job because they kept leading me on about promoting me to full-time, and I had some really bad burnout from it all. I'm going to try my best to upload more frequently, but my chapters run pretty long so they still will take some time, but hopefully nothing crazy happens that pulls me away from this for that long again. I worked really hard to get this chapter done by the Hargreeves' birthday so I hope it's good! Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy! <3
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Pt 37 - Facing Your Mortality With Friends And Other Ways To Cope With The Inevitable
With a flash of bright blue, the sharp chill of cold wind whipped across Five and Lila as they arrived at their destination. Five looked around as frustration filled his system. All that the eye could see was a dark, snowy landscape. They botched it. They fucking botched it. And now he was stuck in a snowy wasteland with the last person he'd want to be around with no answers and a slim chance of getting back.
"Oh, brilliant idea, Lila!" Five remarked sarcastically, "Welcome to the Ice Age!"
Why? Why did he always have to jump back into some type of chaos when all he wanted was peace? He looked around before him for any sign that could give him an idea or clue on what to do. But all there was, was snow.
"Shut up and just look." Lila retorted
Five turned, finally looking behind him as he saw the dark, looming shape of a building across the snowy field.
"The Commission." He said under his breath "Shit."
With the briefcase still in his hand, Five began to walk as quickly as he could through the thick snow toward the building. Lila followed closely behind wrapping her jacket around her tighter to stave off the cold as she wondered how Five was not feeling the chill. The wind and snow were unrelenting as the pair arrived at what seemed to be the ruins of the Commission building. Frustration faded as concern now took over Five's brain. There were no lights, no sound, and no sign of life. The front door was broken in allowing Five to quickly step into the building, his eyes going wide as he saw the rubble and decay inside the main foyer. What happened here?
Walking in after him, Lila looked around at the remnants of what was once a very familiar building for her. Broken tile and dirt covered the floor and ruined furniture was scattered about the place as she glanced around the building's entrance.
"Holy shit. I was just here. How long was I bloody gone?" Lila asked aloud
"It seems the grandfather paradox is affecting everything." Five replied placing the briefcase on the ground "Even places out of time."
"Is that possible?" Lila questioned
"I stopped tracking what was possible a long time ago." Five commented back
As Five looked around once more, he nervously fiddled with the watch on his wrist. The one that you had gifted to him. He wondered where you were since he wasn't able to find you before leaving. He wondered what you were doing and if you were alright. He hoped that another wave hadn't hit and that you had someone around to take care of you while he was gone like Klaus or maybe Viktor since Diego seemed not to care since Stan showed up. Being here was leaving him with more questions than answers and he wanted nothing more than to get back to you as soon as possible. Seeing Lila move forward into the building, Five picked up the briefcase and began to follow her. But then the sound of something breaking could be heard as ceiling tile began to fall down from above. Both Five and Lila jumped back in time so as to not get hit, but this building felt more unsafe to be in at the moment. They needed to find answers and they needed to go.
"We better get moving." Five said as he walked toward the foyer staircase "I'll check the Infinite Switchboard."
"And I'll check Herb's office." Lila responded before commenting "Little cockroach would survive anything."
With the briefcase in hand, Five turned away from Lila and began to make his way up the steps heading toward the Infinite Switchboard when from down below he could hear as Lila called out,
"Bye."
"See ya." He replied curtly
"Miss you." Lila mentioned
While she couldn't see it as he was already too high on the staircase Five gave her a confused side-eye as he awkwardly stated,
"That's weird."
However, no response was returned to his comment and all that could be heard was the sound of her footsteps walking away. With a shrug of his shoulders, Five continued his journey to the switchboard. He had walked these halls plenty of times before but they were never this empty. There was always some type of hustle and bustle of the hundreds of workers that were employed here. Back then he hated it because he couldn't stand this place, what it stood for, or the power they held over him while he bided his time, but now it just felt eerie being so empty. The sounds of his footsteps echoed in the halls as he approached the room he was looking for. Entering the broken doorway, the lights in the room and on the machines were off and the windows on either side of the room were shattered into pieces. The cold wind and snow fell in from the outside as Five placed the briefcase down once more. Leaning over the switchboard he fiddled with a few of the knobs and dials managing to get one of the screens to illuminate.
"Okay. Okay. That's good." Five said to himself
It wasn't much, but it was a start. Tuning the large dial on the control panel a fuzzy image of Herb came into view and with a little more tuning the image became clear as a recording began to play.
"There's been a rip in the space-time continuum. It's swallowing everything." Herb explained, an urgent panic lacing his tone "Oh, my sweet Dot, Iris, Josh from accounting, they're all gone. I've tried everything! I don't know what else to do. The timeline is collapsing."
As Five watched the video, each word Herb spoke was more concerning than the last. The timeline itself wasn't just facing some unusual flux it was completely collapsing in on itself. The sounds of screaming could be heard in the background of the recording as Herb looked away for a moment before looking back. With a solemn face, he spoke his last words,
"This is... the end."
And as a flash of light came across the screen all that could be heard was the sound of Herb's painful screams before the switchboard screen went completely back. Five stood up from leaning over the board, a slight look of sadness could be seen in his reflection on one of the switchboard TV screens. As he placed his hands in his pockets, he took a moment to reflect on what he had just seen. The room was quiet but then from behind him he could hear Lila's voice call out,
"I could kill for some scrambled eggs right now."
"This is bigger than the timeline, Lila." Five said flatly
"What's bigger than the timeline?" She asked
"The entire universe." Five stated seriously turning to look at her, "The missing dogs, people... It's the opposite of the big bang. Instead of the universe expanding, it's now collapsing in on itself."
"Like a prolapsing rectum," Lila replied
Five blinked his eyes a few times both perplexed and disgusted by her statement. Technically, she wasn't wrong but what an unusual connection to make. Slightly disturbed, Five replied
"That's a weird analogy, but yeah."
"Here, then. This might give us some answers." Lila mentioned
Lifting up an old green book, Lila presented it to Five for him to look at. Taking the book from her, Five wiped off a thin layer of dust before reading the title on the cover,
"The master handbook."
"The one and only!" Lila commented as she sat on a nearby control panel
Flipping through the pages Five looked for anything that could be of use to the situation they were in. Things disappearing, waves of energy, grandfather paradox, really anything that could point them in the right direction. He quickly glanced at the words as they flew by on the pages only stopping to backtrack when he saw the bold letters spelling out EMERGENCY PROTOCOL. Flipping back to that page he scanned through finding something that seemed reasonably useful.
"Here we are. Okay, protocol." Five said as he began to read "In the unlikely case of the grandfather paradox, the founder and any essential personnel should-"
As he read Lila jumped up from her seat on a control panel quickly moving to his side as she leaned over the book. With a pencil in her hand, she pointed to the rest of the sentence finishing,
"...be immediately remanded to the operations bunker."
The two of them paused as they thought over the words they had just read. The master handbook was never really something of use to them because they were never upper-level enough to access it. They had both heard it referenced in passing before but it wasn't until now that they were actually looking at it. But even if the emergency protocol was giving them a helpful clue into what to do now, there were now even more questions to be had.
"The founder. What founder?" Lila asked
"I don't know." Five replied
As they stood in silence for a moment, once more part of the ceiling came crashing down. Placing a hand on her shoulder Five pushed Lila back as he took a step back himself. This place was falling apart by the minute and the last thing he needed was to be crushed under rubble. Again. He needed to find this founder, get his answers and get out of this decrepit structure before it came down on him before he could get back to you.
"We need to find that bunker..." Five stated
"ASAP." Five and Lila said in unison
"Jinx! A-B-C-1-2-3, personal padlock!" Lila exclaimed
Rolling his eyes, Five picked up the briefcase with one hand as he started to walk out of the room, now determined to find the bunker mentioned in the book. Lila following closely behind with a childish grin on her face at 'blocking' him from speaking. Trying to remind her of the seriousness of this investigation Five began to protest,
"Can you not-"
"You can't speak!" Lila shouted once more
Five let out an annoyed huff as he rolled his eyes once more. Whatever. The bunker is what mattered and that is what his goal was now. He only hoped that whatever you were doing was better than his situation.
And it was. You were surrounded by a peaceful blackness. Wherever you were right now, it was comfortable, you were cozy. The quiet of the dark void was soothing. This place, it was loving, it was safe. If it was possible, you would stay here forever surrounded by the comforting stillness of it all. However, that was not the case as a fit of shouting broke through your peaceful void. Quickly your eyes opened, as a voice yelled something but you couldn't quite make out the words.
You looked around at your surroundings. You were in Kenny's basement, laying across the couch. Sitting up you got a better lay of the land as you noticed Dean was sat upright fast asleep leaning against the front of the couch, his bow wrapped in his arms as if he was guarding you. Viktoria was in the corner of the room laying on the floor as she used her viola case as a pillow and a throw rug as a blanket. And then there was Bren, sprawled facedown and shirtless under the air hockey table. There was something written on his back but you could not tell what is said from where you were.
As the yelling from upstairs continued you could see the rest of your friends begin to groggily wake up. You all looked around at each other, sleep still in your eyes when words finally rang clear as Kenny shouted from upstairs,
"Are you guys shitting me?!"
"Well, this is sure to be interesting," Dean commented placing his bow down on the ground next to him as he stretched
"What's going on?" Bren asked groggily as he slid out from under the air hockey table
As he finally stood up, you could see ASSHOLE written across his back. You, Dean, and Viktoria all began to snicker at the sight only to be met with Bren's confused face as he turned around.
"What are you all laughing at?" He questioned
The three of you looked at each other for a moment before all of you released the laughter you were holding back. Bren looked at all of you even more confused before the shouting from upstairs pulled your attention as you all heard Kenny shout,
" Can't you two get intimate somewhere other than my bedroom!"
You stopped laughing as you all looked at each other with wide eyes. Jumping up from where she lay on the floor Viktoria ran towards the basement stairs as she called out behind her.
"Oh, I gotta know more!"
You, Dean, and Bren all looked at each other before bolting up the stairs after Viktoria and stopping on the first floor right at the bottom of the staircase leading upstairs. You all only stood there for a moment as you saw Lucas and Addison doing the walk of shame down the stairs. Their hair was both a mess, there were smudges of tinted lipgloss on Lucas' face and both of them were blushing profusely. Neither of them met your eyes as you all smirked and snickered with Dean going so far as to whistle at the pair. As they awkwardly stood off to the side away from the group Kenny came tromping down the staircase calling out,
"How dare you desecrate the sanctity of my bed chambers with your unfiltered hormones!"
You shot a look over to the pair.
"Did you guys-" You began to ask
"No! No!" Lucas exclaimed
"We were just making out!" Addison chimed in
"Pfft, making out." Kenny mocked before loudly complaining "You were eating each other's faces like wolves on a deer carcass. And in MY BED nonetheless."
"I don't get why you're so upset. You're like the resident slut of this group, shouldn't you be like pro-intimacy or something." Bren commented
"Listen while I appreciate being called the resident slut here, I don't appreciate having unwanted saliva and sweat on my pristine bamboo bedsheets." Kenny remarked back "And I'm not going to take any criticism from the guy whose back says asshole on it."
"My back says what?" Bren questioned attempting to look over his shoulder at his back
"Don't worry, he's lying," Dean interjected
Bren however was unsure of who to believe and continued to try and look at his back to see if something was written there. As he did so, Lucas piped up from the corner of the room,
"You could just have (Y/N) use her powers to remove any traces of us."
"No." You stated firmly
"Oh c'mon (Y/N)," Addison whined
You shot the pair a death glare. Something like this had happened before on a group camping trip where the pair had snuck far away from the campsite and back to the parking lot of the campground to Dean's backseat. However, unlike this case, things had escalated at that time. You were surprised Dean didn't kill them for desecrating Veronica when he found out but at his request, since you owed him a favor, you used your abilities to restore Veronica's backseat to its former state. It was gross. You couldn't look them in the eye for a good week, but it was fine because they couldn't look at you either. But from that day forward Dean implemented a new rule in his car and you implemented a new rule on what your friends can and cannot ask you to use your powers for. And this, while not as bad as that last incident, still fell under cannot.
"I did that shit once but never again." You strongly reaffirmed before looking at Kenny and stating "Kenny, stop being a baby and just wash your stupid sheets."
"Fine." Kenny grumbled, "But they owe me some type of favor."
"Yeah, that's fair." Addison replied
"Okay, deal," Lucas added "How about I start by making breakfast for everyone."
"I hope it's not a whole carton of scrambled eggs again." Viktoria quietly mentioned as Lucas walked away, "I couldn't even stand to look at eggs for like a month afterwards."
It seemed the small amount of tension that had been in the room had fully faded away as the group began to make their way toward Kenny's kitchen chattering about what you all should eat for breakfast. But as they walked ahead Dean pulled you odd to the side and asked,
"Can you help me grab something from my car?"
He sounded slightly nervous, but you had no clue why. Wanting to find out what was going on though you replied,
"Yeah, sure man."
You followed him to the front door, but as he opened it Bren asked from behind you,
"Where you guys going?" Bren asked
"Just out to the car to grab something, we'll be back." You replied
"Wait can someone please tell me if my back has something written on it?" Bren called out
But by that point, the front door was pretty much closed behind you two. It wasn't a far walk to Dean's car as it was parked in Kenny's driveway, but you could see more and more of Dean's nerves. He was rolling his shoulders back and flexing his hands whether he noticed it or not. As he stood in front of the driver's side door you could see him take a deep breath before turning to look at you. You stared at him waiting for him to say something but it seemed like nothing was coming. Trying to prompt him you inquired,
"So what do we need to grab?"
"Actually, I- um...I wanted to give you something." Dean replied softly
Your head tilted to the side as you looked at him slightly confused. You had no clue what he would want to give to you that would make him so nervous to do so. Your brother was like an open book to you just like you typically were to him so it was unusual to have him be nervous and you not know why.
"Oh?" You asked, "You do"
"Well yeah...y'know how last night I said I was going out to get food but it took a while for me to come back?" He asked back
"Yeah, I recall," You answered, "...Kind of."
You relatively recalled the night prior. There was Just Dance, karaoke, fanfiction reading, and overall fun. But things did get a little blurry with each drink you consumed. You could remember when Dean left to go get some fast food from a 24-hour diner but when he came back wasn't as clear.
"Well, it took me so long because actually, I made a bit of a side trip to get you some stuff that might help you feel a little better about everything."
You looked at him curious as to what he may have gotten you that would make you feel better but would also cause him to have such nerves. Perhaps he had somehow found Five and he was knocked out in the trunk of the car. That would make sense, but there's no way Dean would win a fight against Five. And even if he did, the minute Five came to he would just teleport out of the trunk. Besides that, you couldn't think of any grand gesture that might have him feeling this way, but you sure were willing to find out.
"So what are they?" You replied
"Oh right." Dean exclaimed as he realized he hadn't actually given you the items yet
You watched as Dean turned around and opened the driver's door to his car. He leaned over the center console and opened the glove compartment before pulling out some items. You could see the movement of him placing some of the items down on his driver's seat but you couldn't tell what they were yet since his body was blocking the view. As he turned back around though he extended a set of folders to you to take. Taking them into your hands, you smirked as you joked,
"You got me manila folders?"
"Look at the labels." He replied softly
You looked at Dean. There was a caring gentleness in his gaze and you could see saw the insistence on his face. Looking down at the labels on the folders, your smirk dropped. Your eyes slowly blinking in confusion as you read over the words again and again.
The labels had your parents' names on them.
Slowly, you looked back up at Dean and quietly asked,
"Dean what are these?"
"I wanted to get you something of your parents so I searched up articles about what happened and found out their names and the university they went to," Dean explained, "and so I may have broken in and stolen their old admissions and enrollment files."
"Their old university is like half an hour away Dean." You stated not fully believing this was real
"It's only ten minutes if you drive at 80 miles per hour." Dean replied before pointing at the folders and adding "The files have their applications including the essays, classes they were enrolled in, and their grades."
You looked down at the folders in disbelief before carefully opening them. You looked through your mother's first. Everything for her application was filled out in her beautiful cursive handwriting. She wrote so in-depth about why she wanted to major in both architecture and interior design. Why pursuing both for a future career was the best path for her. Why this school would be her perfect fit. You could almost hear her voice speak to you as you read her essay. It was familiar and comforting. And then there was your father's application. Besides the portions where things had to be written out, everything else was typed. You knew it was because his handwriting was just barely above chicken scratch, but when you looked over his essay you could see his sunny passion for the structural engineering work he wanted to do shine through. The warmth that your father exuded was just bursting off the page. You then flipped through the folders to look at their classes and enrollment profiles. Your dad of course had more courses listed as he was a year above your mom, but your mom was maxing out her credit limits every semester taking double what your dad would. And they were both exceptional students earning high marks in all their classes. How they managed all this work plus extracurriculars was astounding. Although you had managed to do the same for years so perhaps your family just had a knack for it. You lingered on the pages, your fingertips gliding over the words as if you were reaching out and feeling your parents for the first time in years.
"Your parents were really smart." Dean commented as he saw you look over their grades "Just like you."
You looked back up at Dean with tears beginning to form in your eyes. This was real. These were your parents. A part of them at least.
"Dean- I-" You tried to speak but you struggled to find the right words "This is incredible."
"Actually there's more," Dean responded,
"More?" You questioned
Although it had the inflection of a question, it was less of one and more so a request. A request for anything else he had. EVERYTHING else he had. You wanted it all. You wanted to see it, to read it, to feel it. You wanted to have and hold whatever tangible piece of your parents you could.
"Yeah." He answered, "As awful as your parents' deaths were they kind of got memorialized at the school and so I was able to take these."
You saw as Dean turned around once more and picked up the items he had put on the driver's seat. Turning back toward you he held out two things for you to take which you slowly reached out and took from him. In one hand there was a framed photo of your dad with a wide smile standing in front of the door to his old philanthropy fraternity house and in the other you held the Phi Kappa Theta yearbooks for 1988-1989 and 1989-1990.
"That's your dad's photo from when he was president of his fraternity and also the fraternity yearbooks. Your dad has more photos in the earlier yearbook, but there's a whole memorial section in the other one with pages from other members writing about how great your dad was. so I took both." Dean explained as he handed each item over "The fraternity was having a party so it was really easy to just uh- walk in and take stuff."
Before you could even begin to process how meaningful these were though, Dean added,
"And then for your mom, they actually had a little display for her in the architecture building so I got these photos too."
Carefully, you took the photos of your mom from him as well. There was one of her drawing a building plan, another of her putting together a miniture model of a designed interior, and then a picture from her time on the school dance team. Of course that had nothing to do with either of her majors, but it was nice to see that aspect of her reflected as well. You could vaguely remember your dad taking you to the sporting events where she would perform with her team. You two sat in the seats closest to the field and cheered her on, and when she was done performing she would meet you two on the event center concourse as you ran on your little legs to her shouting 'Mommy! Good job!' and 'I love you!'. It was bittersweet to remember those times but it was better than forgetting completely.
You looked at your parents' faces. They were familar, but different. Your parents weren't old when you disappeared, but you could see their youth reflected in the photos. They had smile lines and the beginnings of dark circles which you could only assume were the result of college all-nighters. You were older than they were in these photos. It was only by a few years, but something about it felt wrong. Children are supposed to outlive their parents, but not like this. You looked at the photos of your mom once more, your eyes lingering over every detail on her face. It was like looking in a mirror. Everything of hers was yours and everything of yours was hers.
"You look just like her, y'know." Dean commented
You looked back up at him, the corners of your lips turning slightly upward as you mused,
"Reading my mind again?"
"No, just stating the obvious." He replied
You looked back down at the photos of your mom once more, the corners of your mouth surprisingly staying in their upturned position. It was comforting to have someone tell you that you looked like her after so long of not hearing it. It meant that when you looked in the mirror, some part of her was looking back.
"Yeah...everyone always said that I was her carbon copy," You wistfully reminisced "Except for my smile. Everyone said I had my dad's smile."
Dean stepped away from the car and over to your side. Looking down at the photo of your father in front of his fraternity house he saw the smile he wore on his face. If someone had shown him the image of that smile and asked him to identify it, he almost certainly would've said it was yours. It was practically identical.
"I can see it." Dean recalled "When you smile it's the exact same."
You looked over at Dean who looked back at you with a kind smile on his face and slowly your smile reflected his own. You saw as Dean looked down at the photo he had handed you of your dad once more before looking back up at you again and commenting,
"Yeah, that's the same smile."
The words began to form in your mind on what you were going to say to thank him for such a gift but before they could even leave your mouth you saw as Dean's eyes shot wide and he recalled,
"Oh I almost forgot, this was in the display too."
Walking back over to the front seat of his car once more he grabbed what looked to be some type of spiral-bound book. Gesturing to the stuff in your hands, he carefully took the pile from you before handing you the item. As you finally got your eyes on it though, you finally recognized what it was.
"Mom's sketchbook..." You said under your breath
You traced the cursive of your mother's name written on the cover and the number one she printed below it. It was her first sketchbook. What should've been the first of many. Opening the front cover you slowly turned through the pages filled with different sketches of building plans and room interiors. It was a jumbled mix of rough drafts, doodles, and final works, some of which felt familiar as you realized they were the concepts your mother had adapted to fit the floor plans of your old home.
You recalled the way in which you would sit at the table with your mom over the years and just watch her draw in her sketchbooks. And when she was having a mental block she'd pass the sketchbook and pencil over to you and let you draw an idea of a building or a new concept for a room. And when you finished, she would always smile and thank you before flipping to the next page and turning your idea into a reality. When she didn't have any inspiration, you became her inspiration. And over the years, while you never became quite as good as your mom was, you developed a knack for drawing buildings and interior rooms too.
You flipped through the pages until you arrived at ones that were blank. Ones that should've been filled with ideas and drawings and eraser marks, but never would be. Slowly, you closed the book and you picked up the rest of the items that Dean had taken from you to hold. You stared at the pile as a bittersweet feeling washed over you. Gently, you held the items closer to you as you closed your eyes. A few streaks of tears rolled down your face as the water that had stayed in your waterline was forced out. You knew you were never going to see your parents again, but the items in your arms made them feel real and tangible in a way you hadn't felt in years. These items wouldn't change the fact that they were dead, or the fact that you never got to say goodbye, but they were much more healing of a keepsake compared to the newspaper clipping announcing their deaths. And for that reason alone, they were more than enough. You hugged the folders and books and photos tighter against your chest as if trying to send a message across time and space, life and death, that you loved them. You still loved them. You'd always love them.
There was a silence for a moment as you held the items in your arms, but then softly Dean spoke,
"I know it's not much and I'm sorry for kinda desecrating the memorials of them, but I just thought even if there's not that many days left, you still deserved something of them."
You looked over at him with a smile forming on your face. You couldn't care less about the mini memorials the university had. He had found and brought these items to you on the thought and hope that it would make you feel better. And it did. He took a risk just to make you happy. And he did. You didn't expect these items, but now they were yours and you'd never let them go.
"Dean besides the locket around my neck and my diary back at the hotel these are the most tangible pieces of my parents I've had in years." You replied "You don't how much this means to me."
A smile began to creep onto Dean's face as he realized he had succeeded in what he wanted to do. It was a risky decision that he made on a whim at like 3 a.m., but it was all worth it to see you just that little bit happier.
"That's good." Dean mentioned as he lifted up his hand "At least it means busting up my hand was worth it."
You looked at his left hand to see that it was bandaged around his knuckles with stains of dried blood on the gauze wrap.
"Oh my god, I didn't even notice that!" You exclaimed concerned "What did you do?"
"My lockpick broke so I uh- I had to break the glass of the display case your mom's stuff was in." Dean replied with a shrug "But hey uh- twins, am I right?"
You looked over at the pile of items he had given you down at your own bandaged left hand from the night before. While his gauze was a little more haphazardly done compared to the neat bandaging Kenny had done for you, they were both wrapped on the same hand in almost the exact same spot. When you called Dean your twin you didn't think it would also apply to matching injuries but here you were with fucked up hands all around.
"Huh yeah. Twins." You commented back, a smirk playing on your face
Throwing his left arm around your shoulder, Dean leaned you towards him as he placed a kiss on top of your head. He couldn't fix the world for you, but if he could do his best to make these last few days just a little better, then by the time the world ended he would be satisfied.
"C'mon, let's go see what's for breakfast." He suggested
Feeling your stomach slightly rumble, you nodded your head at the suggestion and the two of you turned to head back into the house. As you walked down the path back up to the stairs together, you looked over at Dean and said,
"You're an amazing brother."
Dean looked at you softly as he took in what you said. While he would never admit it out loud, he also would feel highly accomplished if, between him and Diego, he was deemed the better brother. The BEST brother. Of course, he would keep these feelings to himself out of respect for you, but amazing was pretty close to best and he was going to do his best to get there.
"I promised I'd take care of you." Dean responded cheerfully "I'm just doing my job."
As you walked back up the front stairs and into the house you could hear the sound of your friends conversing in the kitchen. Walking in with Dean, you saw as Kenny, Viktoria, and Addison sat around the kitchen table while Lucas had his back turned as he cooked something on the stove.
"Where did you two go?" Kenny asked
"Dean broke into my parents' old university and stole stuff of theirs for me to remember them by." You replied as you placed the items on the table
"Aww, that's sweet." Addison cooed before pointing at the images and questioning "Is that them?"
"Yeah, it is. My mom was 18 in those photos and my dad was between 19 and 20 in his." You explained pointing at each of your parents "Although there are probably some of him at 18 if you look in the yearbooks, I haven't had a chance to look yet."
Tilting the photos so they could see them better, your friends at the table took a look at the images. They had never actually seen a photo of your parents before. You would only talk about them openly on rare occasions and even then it was more so memories or facts about them rather than their appearance, so it was interesting to actually see what they looked like. However, as Kenny looked at the picture of your father, a smirk came to his face as he asked,
"Damn (Y/N), is your dad single?"
"No." You retorted unamused
"Is your mom single?" Viktoria chimed in
"No!" You exclaimed, "First of all, they're dead, and second of all they're married in the afterlife."
"How do you know?" Kenny questioned
"I just do!" You shouted back
Viktoria reached up a hand and patted your shoulder in an attempt to ease your annoyance as she stated,
"Calm down, we're just teasing."
You let out a frustrated sigh as you pulled out a chair and sat down at the table with the group. You pulled the pile of items Dean had gotten close to you as you took a moment to look through one of your dad's yearbooks. You listened as the group chatted about random events from the past before Addison broached the topic of 'what now?'
"So what do we do today?" She asked, "I mean the world is still ending, so how do we fill the time from now until doomsday?"
You looked up from the yearbook and saw the rest of your friends looking toward you for an answer. Carefully shutting the book, you placed it back on the pile with the rest of the items and gave your attention to your friends. But just because you were the smartest in the room didn't mean you always had an idea.
"Honestly, I don't know." You replied, "But I'll take any suggestions that don't end our existence earlier than a few days from now."
The group was silent for only a moment before the sound of Kenny clearing his throat could be heard. The rest of you turned your heads to look at him, and with a wide smile on his face he announced,
"I have a suggestion."
"Go on." Dean implored
"I just so happen to know of a very special boy who had an 18th birthday a few days ago, twice, but also it sucked, TWICE, so he should definitely get a do-over." Kenny explained enthusiastically, obviously insinuating that the very special boy was himself
"You want to go bowling again?" Viktoria asked confused
Kenny's face immediately contorted into a grimace of sorts as he retorted,
"What? No. I suck at bowling."
"Personally, I don't mind bowling." Dean chimed in
"Of course, you don't mind. You always win." Addison remarked
"It's not my fault you all can't keep up with my accuracy expertise." Dean bragged
"(Y/N) could." Viktoria mentioned
"Not without cheating." Dean jabbed
Turning your head to look at him, you shot him a displeased look. This had been a minor point of contention before, but he just couldn't seem to let it go.
"Uh excuse me ya dickhole, I have held my own in bowling without my powers on many occasions." You remarked
"Still cheated." Dean asserted
"I only cheated ONCE!" You loudly proclaimed "And it was because I was on my period and my ibuprofen wasn't working and I was upset because you were rubbing it in my face that you were winning. So really it was your fault I cheated at bowling."
"Stop talking about bowling!" Kenny interjected "We're talking about me getting a birthday do-over!"
"Why do you get a birthday do-over? My 18th birthday was a little over 2 weeks ago." Bren questioned
You saw as he stood there with an unpleasant look on his face, but it seemed he had finally managed to find his shirt. As the rest of the group turned to look at him though, Bren's eyes landed solely on Dean. Annoyance laced his tone as he mockingly commented,
"Thanks for lying to me Dean. My back did say asshole."
"I told you so." Kenny reminded
"Haha, yeah it did." Dean laughed
Lifting his hand up slightly, Bren smacked the back of Dean's head at his comment.
"Ow." Dean said as he rubbed the back of his head
Turning his back to the group, he lifted up the back of his shirt to show off where the word had been written. You saw that he had managed to scrub off both A-S-S on one side and the L-E on the other, but that left the unfortunate message of HO still there. Once again the group snickered at the message on his back causing Bren's face to contort into an even more annoyed expression.
"You're gonna help me get the rest of it off you prick," Bren demanded
"Alright ho." Dean teasingly joked
Rolling his eyes, Bren pulled down the back of his shirt as he finally took a seat at the kitchen table with the rest of the group. When he was fully seated, Kenny turned his attention toward him as he responded to Bren's prior question.
"To answer your question my dear Brennyboo," Kenny began
"Hate that nickname..." Bren mumbled
He said he hated it, but you all knew he didn't. The small smile he always tried to hide was a good indicator of his true feelings as Brennyboo was the earliest nickname Kenny ever gave him, so as much as he complained about it, everyone knew he actually loved it.
"I get a birthday do-over because my birthday is closest." Kenny finished
Things were quiet for a moment as everyone processed his reasoning. But as the words settled in, and the message was getting through, you all began to realize that his reasoning was kinda bullshit. Being the first to speak up, Dean replied,
"That's not fair. Viktoria and I's 18th birthday passed a while ago so we should be more qualified to get birthday do-overs."
"Well Lucas and I won't even get to see our 18th birthdays so I think we should actually get pre-emptive do-overs." Addison suggested
"Not to throw my hat in the ring, but I did have four birthdays without you guys which means four times the do-overs." You chimed in
You guys began to debate the logistics of who was the most qualified to have a do-over party. Granted, was it a very stupid and unnecessary debate? Yes. But by god were you going to die on this trash opinion of a hill? Also yes. Who would you be as a friend group if you weren't willing to die on the stupidest of hills every once in a while? But as you continued to debate each other, Lucas chimed in from over by the stove asking,
"What if we just all had a group party?"
The rest of you stopped for a moment before a collective of 'oh yeah's came from you all at the table. But with the debate laid to rest by the easiest and what should have been the most obvious answer, another question arose.
"Okay, but now we're back to square one of what do we do. If it's all our party who picks what happens." Addison asked
Confused looks came to the faces of those who sat around the table as you all tried to think of a solution that would work. But then, it was like a lightbulb came on in your head as an idea shot straight to the forefront of your mind. You just had to consult the ultimate decision-maker. Turning to Bren you inquired,
"Bren, do you still carry DND dice on you?"
"Yeah, of course." He replied matter-of-factly "I'm not THAT different from the last timeline."
"Hand me your d8." You requested, reaching out your hand
You watched as Bren dug through his pants pockets for a moment before pulling out a small drawstring bag and dumping out the set of seven dice on the table. Leaning in Bren looked over the dice trying to find the right one.
"Uh...percentile...no that's my d10..." He mumbled before exclaiming "Ah here it is! d8!"
Picking up the d8 die, he placed it in your hand as you brought it over to yourself. You rolled the die between your fingertips and for a moment you reminisced on the times you had played dnd with your friends. They were good times, but right now you needed the die to help you make a decision. You looked up and around at your group of friends, all of them looking back waiting for you to explain why you were asking for dice.
"As we all know, a d8 is numbered one through eight, and although I have never fully agreed with it, we all know what our numbers are." You explained holding up the die "I am going to roll this die and whoever's number it lands on gets to pick what we do. If it lands on 8, I'll roll it again. But no matter the outcome we follow the birthday rule that the answer is always yes. Okay?"
Looking around at everyone they either nodded their head at your explanation or verbally agreed to the terms you had laid out. With everyone's acknowledgment, you took that as your sign to roll. Shaking the die in your hand, you hoped for a reasonable outcome, but you would have to see what fate had in mine. Rather than it being the heart of the cards, it was the heart of the dice and the decision was in the hands of the dice gods now. Letting the die leave your hand you watched as it rolled on the table. You could feel the tension as everyone that sat around the table stared at it with the same intensity of a d20 death roll. Slowly the dice came to a stop and when it lay still you all leaned over the table to see the number on top.
Four.
A chorus of fucks and no rang out from most of you at the table as you realized this meant Kenny got to choose what you all were doing. The dice gods had turned their back on you and now you were dealing with the outcome.
"FUCK YEAH!" Kenny shouted as he jumped out of his seat excitedly "WE'RE SNEAKING INTO A CLUB AGAIN GANG!"
As Kenny began to take a victory lap around the kitchen table, Bren pointed down toward the die on the table as he scolded,
"That's it, you've failed me for the final time. You're going to dice jail."
As Bren shoved his dice back into the small drawstring bag and into his pocket again, the rest of the group sat back down, besides Lucas who had only chimed in once as he had been cooking the whole time. You all were slightly defeated but slowly came to accept the fact that the die rolled what it rolled and you just had to go with it.
"Okay fine, sure, whatever, we're sneaking into a club again." Addison mentioned "But might I remind that we don't even have clothes for that."
Looking at yourselves, you were reminded of the fact that you were all wearing the clothes you had on yesterday. Granted, you all could attempt to go home and get more clothes but that was risky and time-consuming. Both of which you weren't looking to do with the world ending so soon.
"We could go thrift shopping." Viktoria suggested
"Oooh thrifting!" Kenny exclaimed excitedly before adding "I need a new wardrobe, my current one isn't 'me' enough."
"I wouldn't mind doing that, I need more modern clothes anyway. Most of what I have is from the 60s." You added
"That dress doesn't look like it's from the 60s." Addison commented
"Well, I have it on loan from Sloane Hargreeves," You explained "aka Luther's girlfriend."
Still, by the stove, Lucas looked over his shoulder toward you and asked,
"If Luther becomes my dad, can she be my mom?"
"I don't see why not." You replied
"Hell yeah!" Lucas cheered before turning back to the stove
"Well if we have plans settled, then I guess we should head out." Dean stated
"Nuh-uh. Not without having some breakfast first!" Lucas replied as he finally turned away from the stove
You saw as he walked towards the table with a pan in hand. Placing it down on the table you saw a giant pan's worth of scrambled eggs sitting in front of you all. Like father, like son. Apparently, large portions of scrambled eggs were just built into the DNA of both Luther and Lucas. Honestly, it became more surprising how Lucas wasn't his son given the similarities. Nevertheless, none of you wanted to disappoint Lucas, given how hard he worked on making such a large pan, and so you grabbed some plates and forks from the kitchen before digging into the mountain of scrambled eggs.
It didn't take long for you all to feel either full or secretly disgusted by the amount of eggs you consumed. But with breakfast out of the way there was nothing else to do other than get your shoes on, grab the things you needed, and head out to the thrift store.
The drive wasn't a long one, but the city sure wasn't reminiscent of the one you had known. There were random items scattered all over the sidewalks and streets. Some businesses that you remembered to be popular were desolate and dark. Tow trucks could be seen on the roads pulling abandoned cars away and there were missing signs on every street corner. The people who were out and about either held flyers in their hands or looked around with unease as they walked. You couldn't blame them though, the world was in disarray and there was no explanation. Well, there was no explanation for them. For you and your friends, there was some comfort in the fact that you knew how and when it would end. There was no need to wonder what was going on because you already knew.
But still, you couldn't help but look at your friends for their reaction, but they had none. The boys were too occupied singing at the top of their lungs to How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty on the radio while the girls talked about the type of clothes they were hoping to find at the thrift store. None of them seemed to notice the world outside. They were all distracted by being with each other. You smiled a little before looking back out the window. You could only hope that you too would be able to become as distracted from the tragedy as they were.
As you arrived at the thrift store, you and your friends all exited Dean's car and walked to the entrance. This was your favorite of the local thrift stores to go to as all of you were always able to find something to take home when you came. You were slightly concerned that the place wasn't open given the lack of cars around, but with Lucas being able to open the front door with ease, it was maybe just a slow time for them. It was a Thursday at around 1 pm so probably not the busiest of times.
As you walked in with the rest of your friends you took a look around the place and noticed that it was filled to the brim with items. Clothes, furniture, books, music, movies. Anything and everything was there. Now that wasn't a surprise, all those items had been there the last time you came years ago. But it was the sheer volume of stuff that shocked you. The store itself wasn't large, but it also wasn't small either, so for it to be this full meant a lot of donations came their way, and you had some suspicions why. Nevertheless, you all started to make your way into the store. Addison quickly managed to grab both Lucas and Viktoria and drag them over to the women's clothing section, most likely to get their opinion on what she should wear. If she had four other hands she would've dragged the rest of the group with her too, but alas she only had two, and Lucas and Viktoria were the closest. Kenny and Bren slowly worked their way over to the media section leaving you and Dean near the front door. Glancing over at your brother, you wondered why he wasn't moving like the rest of the group and asked,
"You good?"
"Look over there." He mentioned tilting his head toward the corner of the store
You leaned forward slightly and peered around him to see what he saw. In the corner of the store were the cases by the cash register where jewelry or other valuable items were typically held. However, unlike normal, the cases were covered in cardboard with writing in Sharpie that read 'Broken glass. Do not remove.'
"The cases are broken." You stated
"It was probably a robbery." Dean suggested "Maybe we should look into it."
No, no, no. You weren't going to do this. It was not your responsibility to look into the petty crimes that were happening around the city. Sure, you all used to do so, and perhaps it may have been a bit of a pastime to "bring justice" to your hometown. But not now. As the black hole sucking up the earth progressed towards consuming time itself, things were going to get more chaotic. You had told Dean and the rest of your friends that you were not going to bother with saving the world anymore, you just wanted to have fun. And that included minor things like this. Was it a little selfish not to help? Maybe. But you weren't going to overextend yourself like you had before. You had 5 or 6 days left give or take and you were going to spend them how you wanted. This was better left to whatever was left of the police force in the city.
Even so, you saw the way that Dean looked at the broken cases and could feel the overwhelming sense of justice coming off him. But that was okay, you had a way to shut it down quickly.
"Pfft, you sound like Diego wanting to investigate." You mocked
Dean's head whipped toward you as a mix of shock and disgust resided on his face. How dare you compare him to that awful, uncool, stupid traitor, bad brother that he definitely never looked up to. He was nothing like him.
"Ha. Gotcha." You jabbed playfully
"That's not funny." He complained "I'm not like him."
"Oh, you're better?" You questioned sarcastically
"Uh yeah. I'm way better." Dean emphasized
You rolled your eyes at him and let out a little laugh. Whether he liked it or not he spent most of his formative years modeling himself after Diego and therefore had many similarities to him. Without Diego, he would've never taken up archery and perfected it to the extreme accuracy he had. You knew so given that he didn't do archery in this timeline before you made him remember you. But Dean was very ride-or-die when it came to you, especially after Diego and Eudora split. And if you were mad at Diego then he was going to be mad at Diego tenfold and there was nothing you could do about it. Except tease him of course. You had to get at least some entertainment out of his ego. Giving his shoulder a bit of a shove you picked up one of the reusable totes the shop kept by the door and began to walk over to where Bren and Kenny were.
"C'mon, you grump. Come look at shit with me." You teased
"I'm not a grump." Dean mumbled as he followed behind "You're just being mean to me."
Walking into the media section you looked around at all there was to offer. Shelves were lined with books, DVDs, and CDs while a line of crates were filled with records. You of course were only glancing over everything, but in a way, it felt nostalgic. You were surrounded by media you had lost to time by being stuck in the 60s and now here you were looking it over again. Slowly, you scanned the shelves hoping to find some stuff that you could watch, read, or listen to in the coming days. You knew that there wasn't much time left, and you probably couldn't do it all, but it was more so the memories from the first time you experienced them that you wanted to feel again. And if Five came back before you were all dead, and gave up on saving the world, then maybe you could share those things with him too. As you walked the DVD aisle with Dean, you ran a finger carefully over the back of each case making sure to read the titles correctly.
"Oh shit." Dean said aloud
You turned your head to look at him as he held some type of box set in his hands. Looking down at it he excitedly exclaimed,
"All four seasons of Big Time Rush on DVD?! Oh yeah, this is coming home with me."
"Nice find." You complimented as you opened the tote for him to place the set in
Continuing your search you pulled some DVDs off the shelves as well. Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Princess Bride, the complete Teen Titans series. But as you went along there were some more sentimental choices. You found a copy of the movie Cars and a DVD of the first Princess Diaries movie. You were genuinely pleased with your choices, recalling the good memories they had brought you, but right as you were about to turn the corner to go to the music section you were stopped by the sight of a very familiar superhero.
"Spider-Man." You whispered
As you took a closer look you realized it wasn't just Spider-Man. It was YOUR Spider-Man. Snatching the case off the shelf you looked at the cover intensely as you quickly read every word on the front,
"The Amazing Spider-Man Saga: Full Movie Set. Includes The Amazing Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and-"
You stopped.
It couldn't be.
This couldn't be real.
But the words were right there on the package.
"The. Amazing. Spider-Man. THREE?!" You slowly read aloud, emphasizing each word
Looking away from the DVD shelves, Dean looked at you and nonchalantly replied,
"Oh yeah, we got a third movie in this timeline."
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THEY MADE A THIRD!" You yelled, genuinely appalled no one told you
"I don't think about Spider-Man the way you do so it didn't cross my mind." Dean replied shrugging his shoulders
"Unbelievable." You complained as you placed the box set into the tote bag
Walking around the corner away from the DVD aisle you ended up in the music section and saw Kenny and Bren browsing through the selection. Kenny stood looking through the shelves of CDs while Bren flipped through the boxes of records. This was always their strategy. One would look through the shelves of CDs for stuff either wanted while the other did the same with records. As you approached the pair you could hear Bren comment to Kenny,
"Damn, what teenager died and had all their shit donated?"
You winced for a moment at his comment. Whoever it was, all their things were now here in some thrift store. You couldn't imagine having your whole life, all the things you valued and cherished, just given away. Maybe it was because you had a tendency to cling to your sentimental items, but it just seemed wrong.
"I don't know. More stuff for us though." Kenny replied "Also I found Welcome To The Black Parade. Do have this one in this timeline?"
"I do. Try looking for Fall Out Boy, for some reason I didn't get their stuff this time." Bren replied "Also I found a Vance Joy record."
"Is it Dream Your Life Away?" Kenny asked
"Yeah." Bren stated
"Oh give me that one. That's my favorite and I don't have it this time around." Kenny eagerly replied
Your moment of pain subsided as you saw how happy the two of your friends were. You really needed to try and focus on being in the moment and not the overall picture. Every time you thought about the inevitability of the future it drove you a little mad and pulled you away from what mattered. Your friends. Deciding to walk over, you approached the pair and asked,
"Find any good stuff?"
"Yeah we've been finding some stuff we like," Bren answered "Speaking of good stuff though I found you some records."
"Oh really? What are they?" You asked intrigued
You watched as Bren pulled out two records from the small pile he had resting on top of one of the boxes next to him. Holding one up in each hand you recognized them immediately.
"Hozier!" You said excitedly "Holy shit, what a score."
Bren reached his hands out for you to take the records from him, which you did immediately. You had both of these albums in the first timeline, but they unfortunately got crushed when Viktor blew up the house. And then of course there was no time to go get new copies before the world ended and you ended up in the 60s. So to have both his self-titled album Hozier and Wasteland, Baby! was a major find. Looking up at Bren you pointed toward the Wasteland, Baby! album and asked,
"Didn't this one come out like a month ago? Why would someone get rid of it?"
"Maybe someone's uber-religious parents found out that Hozier's worship-sounding songs are about y'know- a different kind of worship." Dean commented from behind the group
You turned around to see Dean who seemed to have had a sour look on his face. He was so excited about finding the Big Time Rush box set only a few minutes ago that you wondered what could've brought his mood down so quickly. Nevertheless, you responded to his comment saying,
"Well, whatever the reason may be, they're mine now."
Dean nodded his head slightly before Bren turned his attention away from the records toward him and questioned,
"So where have you been?"
"In the DVD section looking for the Big Time Rush movie." Dean answered
"Did you find it?" Kenny inquired
"No. All I found was the One Direction movie..." Dean complained, annoyance and disappointment evident in his tone
Walking over to Dean, Kenny gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and opened to say something, but before any words could get out you could hear Addison's voice call out,
"What are you guys doing?"
Down the aisle of CDs and record crates, she stood there with a pile of clothing in her arms. Lucas and Viktoria stood close behind her with their own smaller piles of clothes in their arms as well. The three of them looked at you with confused looks as the other four of you looked back with confused looks of your own. There was a silence between the two confused groups before Addison reminded,
"We are here to get clothes for someone's idea of what a birthday party is. So maybe the people who don't have fabric in their hands should go and get some."
"A please would be nice." Dean remarked
"Go." Addison emphasized "Now."
There was a moment where you all tried to resist the convincing nature in which she said 'now', but like all other times she had pulled her weird mental manipulation it did not work and you all were convinced to go.
"Fine." Dean replied as he walked towards the men's section
Looking between Bren and Kenny, you gave them a shrug before putting the records Bren had found you into the tote and walking off to the women's section. Like you had mentioned at breakfast, besides an outfit to go out tonight, you needed to find some new clothes. Your clothes from the sixties were a few decades outdated and although you looked good in the clothes Sloane had lent you, you wanted your old closet back. You didn't need a lot of clothes, just enough to get you to the end of the world, but if the Hargreeves somehow managed to finally stop the apocalypse, then you'd probably come back for more. But that wasn't likely given that they'd have to stop a literal blackhole and their track record of working together wasn't great.
But that wasn't your problem!
As you searched the aisles you started to pick out items that resembled the style of clothing you used to wear and to be honest, it was quite comforting. It was like regaining a piece of yourself that you knew you couldn't be in the 60s. Of course, you were able to be a bit more of yourself when it was just you and Charlie, but it was still a whole different world than what you had grown up used to. When you were stuck in the 60s you needed to blend in as best as you could. You couldn't risk having the people around you find out the truth, so you had to hide a lot of who you were to keep yourself safe. Back in the present though, that wasn't the case. You were you, the you that you knew yourself to be, and these clothes were one step in the right direction to get back to that place fully. It didn't take all too long for you to find enough outfits to last you til the end of time, but right as you were about to start searching for what to wear tonight, Addison quickly approached you. You looked at her waiting for her to say something but instead, without a word, she grabbed onto your wrist and dragged you behind her.
"Addison, where are we going?" You asked confused
"I found something you need to try on." Addison emphasized
With her response and the direction in which you were being dragged, you could tell that she was taking you toward the dressing rooms of the shop. Addison on previous shopping trips had presented you with things she wanted you to try on, but never had she been so adamant that you NEEDED to try something. Her insistence concerned you a bit.
"Need?" You questioned aloud
Before she could respond to your statement though, the two of you stopped as you saw Kenny and Bren step out of some dressing rooms in highly contrasting outfits. Kenny was sporting an outfit that consisted completely of neon green articles of clothing. He had on a neon green mesh tank top, a neon green leather vest, neon green pants, and somehow both neon green bedazzled boots and a neon green bedazzled cowboy hat. How he found that much neon green to create the brightest, gaudiest outfit known to man was honestly impressive. Bren on the other hand went in the complete opposite direction sporting all-black attire. A black hooded leather jacket, plain black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and his own black Converse. The two boys took a look at each other's outfits for a moment, to see what each other considered the perfect outfit.
"Dude, you look like a rave cowboy and a traffic cone had a baby." Bren commented
"Thank you, Prince of Darkness, that's what I was going for." Kenny replied
Bren smirked a little at the nickname. Of course, the little punk enthusiast of the group would enjoy being deemed the Prince of Darkness. Stepping around Bren, Kenny looked at the mirror on the wall outside of the dressing rooms admiring his striking outfit, but as he did so he could see you and Addison standing behind.
"Oh do one of you need a dressing room?" Kenny asked
"No, I'm good. I found the prettiest sparkly jumpsuit from the bridal section over there," Addison explained before adding "But she needs one."
"I'm not your personal Barbie doll, Addison." You interjected "If you want to play dress-up with someone why don't you grab your Ken doll of a boyfriend?"
"Because I'm done playing dress up with him. Lucas is going to wear an open, tan, short-sleeve button-up, with a white t-shirt underneath, and a nice pair of black, seven-inch inseam shorts with some white sneakers. He even got aviator glasses as an accessory," Addison explained "You however have no outfit."
At this point she was just being ridiculous about this whole thing. What was so important about this outfit anyway? Why was she practically dying over getting you to try it on? Trying to explain yourself, you began to reply,
"Well if you gave me the opportunity to pick-"
But you were quickly cut off.
"Will you just shush. I know what I'm doing," Addison interrupted before putting a ball of fabric in your hands and pushing you into a dressing room "Now put this on."
"But-" You tried to protest
"Put it on," Addison commanded "NOW."
You stared each other down as her command seeped into the farthest recesses of your brain. You didn't want to do what she said but something within you felt compelled to do so. You hated when she did this and how easily she would win. But the only way the feeling would subside is if you gave in. So you did, and relented,
"Fine."
Grabbing onto the clothing item she had put in your arms, you stepped back into the dressing room more and closed the curtain. Placing the tote bag from over your shoulder on the ground, you finally undid the ball of fabric in your arms to see what it was that Addison was so insistent you try on. Once the clothing item was fully unfolded, you held it up in front of you as you took a look at what it was.
"Oh no." You said aloud
"Oh yes!" Addison said excitedly from the other side of the curtain
The item that you held in your hands, the one your friend was so dead set on you wearing, was none other than a little black dress. Nevertheless, you said you would try it on and so you did. Slipping off the white dress Sloane had lent you to wear, you now put on the black one Addison insisted you try. As you suspected from looking at it, the fabric hugged tightly against your figure, but not in a way that was uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, the dress felt natural on you, like a second skin against your own. You also were a bit surprised with how supportive the dress was given the thinness of the spaghetti straps it had. Addison and you typically had different tastes, but this selection you kind of liked.
As much as you were beginning to like it though, you weren't fully sure of how it looked on you as there was no mirror in the dressing room. And how it looked was almost as important as how it felt. Therefore, the only way you were going to get the full scope of the dress was if you left the dressing room to use the mirror right outside. But that also meant you were going to get the full scope of your friends opinions on it too and your friends could be...unfiltered. You really didn't have a choice though if you wanted to see the dress in full and so after a moment of working up the courage you opened the curtain and stepped out.
Before you could say anything about the dress, you were immediately hit with the reactions of your friends. Kenny whistled that recognizable whistle to signify someone looked good towards you, while your other friends let the intrusive thoughts win when it came to their compliments.
"Damn (Y/N), if I wasn't straight nor your friend I'd ask you out." Addison mentioned
"Y'know what? I get why my ex-girlfriend was jealous of you now." Bren commented
"Nice tits!" Viktoria stated excitedly
You stared at them in disbelief. Why in the world did you choose these people to be your friends? Oh right, you didn't. They chose you and you loved them for it no matter how ridiculous they were.
"Thank you." You replied flatly as you playfully rolled your eyes
Walking past your friends, you stood in front of the mirror outside the dressing rooms and actually took a look at yourself, and honestly...
You looked hot.
Just as nicely as the dress felt, it looked even better on you. The fabric hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your figure in the best way. The hem of the dress went to right below your knee but the slit on the left side exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh. And although you would not acknowledge it verbally, Viktoria's comment was spot on. It was a really good dress on you. But there was one criticism you had with it.
"It's nice but I just don't feel like this is something I'd wear to a club..." You mentioned, turning to look at your friends, but specifically Addison "Don't get me wrong, it's really nice, but personally, I wouldn't pick it for a night out with friends."
You stood by the mirror waiting for Addison to protest your criticism but were surprised when instead she replied,
"You know what? You're right."
"I am?" You questioned
You were surprised by her admitting fault so easily. Granted, you were right about a lot of things a lot of the time, but you thought she would've at least tried to argue with you on it a little more given she was so adamant about this dress. However, the smirk on her face made you think that she still had some thoughts about it.
"Yeah. You're right, it's not something you'd wear on a night out," Addison explained before suggesting "But it would be perfect for a night in with Five."
Your jaw dropped slightly in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch. Of course, you meant that with love, but her desire to try and "assist" in other people's relationships was a flaw that she was continuously oblivious to. You knew this idea in her head was coming from a place of care. She just wanted you to be happy, but the ins and outs of your relationship were not something she needed to have a hand in.
"Oh my god. This was a ploy to play wingwoman?" You confoundedly stated before gesturing around "Like bestie- he's not even here."
"He'll be back." Kenny affirmed
"Oh yeah? How do you know?" You pressed
"Those bruises might've healed already, but his name was on your neck." Kenny elaborated "That's the work of a man who's coming back to finish what he started."
Turning your face towards the floor to hide it, you could feel a heat rise to your cheeks at the comment. And while he was correct in the fact that the marks on your neck from the night before had healed by this point, that didn't stop you from bringing your hands up to cover the sides of your neck. You weren't typically one to get flustered, but between trying to suppress thoughts about your boyfriend and the slight embarrassment at your inexperience in relationships you couldn't help but try to hide your reaction. All those years of teasing or making comments about your friends' relationships had finally come to bite you in the ass.
"Listen- while appreciate your attempt to- I guess- get me laid before the world ends-" You stuttered flustered before remarking "I can handle my own relationship without intervention from you all, thank you very much."
"Can you?" Bren asked
"Yes! I can!" You exclaimed just a little louder than speaking volume
The group stared at you with playful smirks on their faces as you walked over toward the dressing room you were just in and proclaimed,
"Now, I am going back into this dressing room and I am taking the dress off and actually finding something I want to wear tonight."
"But you're still gonna get the dress, right?" Addison asked
"No." You responded flatly trying to end the discussion
"But you have to!" Viktoria remarked
"(Y/N) pleaseeeeee," Addison begged
You closed your eyes and scrunched your face as you tried to get your thoughts and feelings in check. Why did your existence have to be so overwhelming in a variety of ways? Letting out a sigh, you replied,
"I'm still not wearing it tonight, but if I buy it will you all stop complaining?"
With wide smiles and collective nods of your friends' heads, you relented,
"Fineeeee,"
"Thank god you said yes," Kenny mentioned "My next threat was that I was gonna wear it and seduce your brother."
"Uh, no thanks." Dean replied as he walked up behind the group "If I were to date a dude you would not be on my list of choices."
"I meant her older brother," Kenny corrected before adding "You'd be lucky to get me."
"You're not my type!" Dean retorted "Also, you think sleeping with her older brother is a threat? That's a shame my guy. Have some self-respect. You're better than that."
See as you didn't want to be a part of this conversation nor the conversation that led up to this point anymore, you stepped back into the dressing room and as you closed the curtain you stated,
"Okay. I'm done. I'm going now. Goodbye."
With the curtain fully closed you slipped out of the dress you were tricked into and back into the one you were wearing before. Placing the black dress in your tote bag of stuff, you were still a little annoyed and flustered, but you couldn't be fully mad. It was a really good dress on you. But you still had no clue what type of event in the foreseeable future it would even make sense to wear it to. With your original clothes back on and all your stuff in your tote bag, you exited the dressing room and walked back over to the women's section to try and find something you actually would want to wear tonight. Something casual but also good enough to party in since Kenny had decided that's what you were doing. After a bit of searching you had managed to find a cute floral two-piece set to wear. The set was a warm cream color with a pattern of green tropical leaves and white flowers across both the short-sleeved blouse and shorts. As you placed the set into the tote bag, you could see Dean approaching.
"You find something for tonight?" He asked
"Yeah, I think this'll do." You replied gesturing to the set you had just placed in the bag "I'm going to head up to check out though."
"Okay. I think I'm going to try and see if I can find a pair of shoes to go with what I picked out." Dean replied holding up his clothes
In his hands were a pair of black dress pants and a silky, short-sleeve, maroon, button-up with a subtle rose pattern on it. The outfit he wore to prom was similar, but of course that had a suit jacket and a tie to it as well.
"I'll meet you up there soon." Dean added
"Alright, cool." You replied as you turned around and walked to the register
As you turned the corner and stepped out of the aisle, you caught view of the register by the broken glass cases. There was someone standing there talking to the employee behind the register. At first, you assumed that it was just another customer and so you stood off to the side waiting for them to go, but as you took the time to focus on the other person, it was as if time stopped. You recognized that voice. You recognized that face. You knew who that person in front of you was.
Eudora.
It had been years since you had seen her alive. And yet here she was, or at least a version of her was, living and breathing just as much as any other person. You could feel yourself becoming overwhelmed at all the emotions that were building up inside you. Disbelief. Joy. Confusion. Grief. Your brain felt overloaded and your body reacted as such. Tears built in your eyes that you tried your best to blink away. You balled your hands into fists to prevent them from shaking, but it only made the shaking more evident. The feeling in your chest went back and forth between clenching and feeling like it was about to explode.
And then she looked over at you. There was no semblance of recognition on her face. She didn't know who you were. But you knew her and you recognized the look of worry that she had. She turned to look at the cashier for a moment before turning back toward you and walking your way. You were still stuck in place, unable to move. She at you with such concern in her eyes as she spoke,
"Hi, I'm Detective Patch. I work with the city's police department. Are you okay? Do you need help?"
You looked at her. Really looked at her. It felt unreal to see her.
"It's you..." You whispered
"Huh?" She replied curiously
Why did you say that? What were you thinking? She doesn't know you. To her you look like some young girl on the brink of crying. You can only imagine what scenarios she thinks are going on right now, all of which would probably sound insanely more probable than the truth. You needed to pull yourself together.
"I'm sorry...you just look exactly like someone I know-" You said before correcting "Someone I knew."
"Knew?" She asked
"They- they passed away four years ago..." You replied quietly
You looked at her with tears ready to fall from your eyes. You never saw what had happened. Diego never mentioned it and you knew he would've never told you even if you asked. But the pain and the loss was still there. And while you had done some of your grieving in the 60s, this whole mess with Diego and Lila cut open that wound and filled it with salt. It hurt.
"Oh no. I'm so sorry." Eudora spoke before softly asking "Do you want a hug?"
And with those five words, the tears began to fall heavily from your eyes. Dropping your bag to the ground, you rushed to her and wrapped your arms tightly around her waist. You fought against your feelings as you tried to hold your cries in but it only helped to exacerbate the sobs. God how embarrassing it was to be physically and audibly sobbing in the middle of a thrift shop holding on to someone who just met you. But nothing in you was allowing you to let go. You felt as Eudora froze for a moment when you first hugged her, but quickly after she wrapped her arms around you too. As she held you, one of her hands ran gently through your hair as she attempted to soothe you. It felt the exact same as when she used to comfort you and as she held you, you let yourself believe this was your version.
"It's not fair..." You cried "I- I didn't even get to say g-goodbye..."
"No, that's not fair." Eudora comforted "You shouldn't have had to go through that, especially so young." It felt so relieving to hear her tell you that you shouldn't have gone through what you went through. To have her agree that it was unfair and painful. You had so many things you wished you could've said to her. So many things that your Eudora would never get to hear. But perhaps this one could. Pulling yourself together as best as you could, you took a step back and looked at her.
"I- I know this m-might sound awkward b-but can I-" You stuttered out "Can I say goodbye to you?"
"Sure," She replied gently "Go ahead." You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths as you tried to fully calm yourself. And when you felt ready enough you opened your eyes and spoke,
"You were an amazing woman and I miss you so much everyday. I miss the way you'd smile at me when you were proud and I miss the way you would get annoyed when I'd try to eat ice cream before dinner." As the memories came back though, your composure started to fail. The choking feeling in your throat started to return as did the tears in your eyes. You tried to push through the feelings as you continued,
"I miss seeing you in the crowd of all my achievements a-and the way you'd hold me when I was sad or scared. You helped raise me into the person I've become and it h-hurts to know that I never got a chance to thank you for that." It was too much though and your once confident voice was again reduced to sobbing stutters as you finished,
"I-I-I love you so much...I will n-never stop loving you and I swear I-I will never ever forget you." Eudora smiled at you. Gently, she pushed some hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear before wiping some of your tears away. Looking you in the eyes, she comfortingly stated,
"You seem like a lovely young woman and I'm sure that she loves you just as much and is so proud of you."
"I can only hope so." You replied quietly
"I know so." She responded You moved in to hug her once more. She was proud and she loved you. Even if she didn't realize the impact of what she had just said, it still meant so much to hear. You tried to pull yourself together, but it was so hard. You just loved her so much.
"Things are going to be, okay." She soothed "You're going to be okay."
It took a moment but you managed to calm yourself down. Stepping away was difficult but you couldn't hold on forever. She was Eudora but she wasn't yours. You couldn't keep her.
"Thank you." You sincerely stated
"If I only do one good thing today, then I'm glad that it could be to help you." She said with a smile before her face dropped slightly "But unfortunately, I need to go get back to work, there's a lot of trouble going on around this city."
"Yeah, I understand..." You quietly replied
"I know it's a bit of an ask, but you do think you can try and have a good rest of your day?" She questioned "For her and for me. I'm sure that neither of us would want you to be sad."
"I can try." You replied, trying to put on a brave face
"Good." She replied with a smile "Take care of yourself, okay?" You couldn't find the strength to speak so instead you opted to nod your head at her. She smiled once more at you although there was a tinge of sadness in her eyes. Giving you a nod back she said,
"Bye sweetie." And with that, you watched her walk away and out the front door of the building. She was gone, and there was a very high chance that was the last time you'd ever see her in person. At least she seemed happy.
"Goodbye Eudora..." You quietly replied You looked down at your hand and the item that was now in it. It was Eudora's detective ID. Was it wrong that you took it? Sure, but she had misplaced it so many times in the first timeline that you knew she would never think you took it. And if you couldn't get your Eudora back, you at least wanted something of her to remember her by. Her ID had a photo of her and just like in the original timeline, she had a smile on her face. She wasn't really supposed to smile in the picture but she was so happy that she had made detective that it was impossible for her to take one without it. It wasn't the same as having her, but it would suffice. You let out a sigh as you turned around and went back to pick up your tote bag. But as you looked at the space behind you, you could see all your friends standing there. They held their items in their hands, but there were sad and concerned looks upon all their faces. The group looked at Dean, who then stepped forward and began to ask,
"Are you-?" You put your hand up to stop him. He and the rest of your friends already knew the answer and this store was not the place to talk about it.
"Later." You stated flatly "Let's just pay and get out of here." Dean looked at you for a moment before looking back at the rest of the group. They looked between each other concern still on their faces, but none of them was going to be the one to press the issue right now. If you said later, then the answer was later. The group gave Dean small, cautious nods. Turning back to look at you, he quietly replied,
"Okay." The seven of you quietly went up to the cash register and paid for all of your items before leaving the store and getting back in the car. There were still a lot of hours in the day before the club would even be open, and so for now you all drove around in the car figuring out what to do next.
As you were carrying on with your day, Five was carrying on with his investigation to find the emergency bunker and this mysterious founder. For the past hour, he and Lila had been going through the entire building trying to find where the bunker could be. And with each passing minute, Five grew more and more annoyed with the situation. Besides having trouble locating where he was supposed to go, he was also subjected to the ramblings of the mad woman he was stuck with currently. Lila would announce whatever thought popped into her mind without thinking it through or caring about what it was she was saying. And because of that, Five had been subjected to a rant of how her back hurts, her thoughts on poultry farming, her craving for scrambled eggs, and a vivid description of his brother's performance in the bedroom. He felt like he was beginning to hit new lows in his life, which was surprising given how many lows he had experienced thus far.
In an attempt to ignore her, Five handed the briefcase over to her as he reopened the master handbook looking for more information on how to deal with an issue like the one they were facing. However, as he flipped through the pages there was nothing to be found. Continuously, he searched the book for anything but all he came up with was nothing. Five's pace quickened as a surge of frustrated anger welled within him. And as the pair rounded a corner and headed up the stairs Five burst out complaining,
"This is just like a bunch of bureaucratic bullshit. There's no clear directives in here about crisis management!"
Harshly closing the book Five looked around at where he was. The fucking commission. He wanted to distance himself from this place and his work here. He was supposed to retire. Doing what he did back in the 60s was supposed to be the end of it all. He thought he was free but look at him now. Right back where he started.
"You know, Lila, I shouldn't even be here. I was- I was out. I was done. And yet here I am, swept back into the chaos!" Five ranted angrily as he scratched the back of his neck "Why can't I just escape this hellhole?"
"Because you love it." Lila replied flatly
Making it to the top of the stairs, Five walked through the nearby doorway into the planetarium sector of the commission building. But as he turned back to address Lila's inaccurate remark he let out some unexpected gas. Forgetting what he was going to say and feeling slightly embarrassed all Five could come up with was,
"My bad."
Turning away, Five began to walk across the room scratching vigorously at the back of his neck once more. God, why did his neck itch so much? Had some of the debris that nearly fell on him have materials that caused irritation in them? Was the material of his shirt not comfortable and he didn't notice until now? Whatever it was he was going to keep scratching as with many of his other problems he wanted it to go away.
"Face it, Five, apocalypse problems are the only things that get your heart pumping." Lila remarked from behind him
That wasn't true. The only reason he got so worked up over apocalypses is because of the real thing that got his heart pumping. You. God forbid he'd want to keep you safe. Was it so difficult to understand that he did not want to be dealing with an apocalypse? That he was only doing this to protect the people he loved? That if he had a choice this is the last thing he'd want to do? It didn't make sense why most people thought he wanted this. Who would actively want the world to end? What he wanted was to do normal couple things with you and perhaps find a way to circumvent Klaus' continuous untimely intrusions.
"I don't know why people keep saying that. I don't actually like chaos. I don't want disorder." Five ranted before adding more softly "I... I want retirement. I want to be with (Y/N) and everything keeps getting in the way of that."
Lila rolled her eyes at the response. From what she knew of him, he had spent his entire life trying to solve and fight the apocalypse. He was the best agent during his time at the commission and he had dedicated all of his time during the past two catastrophes to fighting what was originally deemed to be the inevitable. And he was saying he wanted to retire? Bullshit. Five Hargreeves was not the type of person who would actually enjoy the day-to-day of civilian life.
"Yeah, right. A normal life of groceries and taxes? You would die of boredom." Lila scoffed
"I wouldn't." Five responded as he continued walking, "Not with her."
Lila didn't get it. For some reason, Five thought he could honestly give up the fast life for what? A 'happily ever after' with you? It seemed ridiculous. You were annoying, a smart-ass, rude, and a little sadistic. And he wanted a life with that? Sure he was a little bit of all of those things too but it was impossible to tell what he saw in you.
"What's so special about her anyway?" Lila questioned condescendingly
Five stopped walking as he heard the question come from Lila. Her tone was filled with copious amounts of judgment. It was as if the snark lingered in the air. Five didn't want to deal with many things right now, but snidely belittling his girlfriend shot its way to the top of his list. Turning to face her, his eyes narrowed on her as he firmly stated,
"You know Lila, I'm so tired of your attitude toward my girlfriend who you don't know."
"I think I know enough." Lila remarked
Five did not have a lot of patience for Lila to begin with but, throughout this whole endeavor, since they worked on the briefcase back at the hotel, she had been wearing down what he had left more and more. And this right here was the final straw. She could make her little comments about him, his motives, his past, and his family. But not you. Absolutely not you.
"You may like to think you know her, but you don't. You don't know her the way I know her. You don't know her the way Diego knows her. And you don't know her the way the rest of my family knows her." Five ranted "She was in our lives first. YOU are the outsider."
Lila's face contorted into a frown. So what did it matter if you came into their lives first? That meant nothing to her. It's not like she wanted to be part of the same group as you or anything.
"Pfft I don't want to be part of your weird family circle-jerk anyway." Lila scoffed "Like what's that even supposed to mean?"
"What that means is that you have no right to be condescending about her because you don't share history with my family like she does, okay? (Y/N) has a heart of gold. All she does is care for others. My siblings and I could be far worse than the dysfunctional mess we already are but were aren't because she came out of nowhere and changed the course of our lives." Five snapped back
Five rolled his shoulders back trying to reel in his demeanor before looking at Lila pointedly.
"For the better, might I add," Five continued "Something I can't quite say the same of you."
Lila crossed he arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at Five. What a brat he was. If he was trying to hit her where it hurt well...it wasn't working. It wasn't working at all and she was completely unfazed. She didn't care about you or Diego or the rest of the family AT ALL. And nothing Five was saying was going to change her mind.
"If this is your way of trying to get me to apologize or whatever, I'm not going to." Lila mentioned
"I don't want your apology, Lila. I want to be back home with (Y/N)." Five replied his annoyance growing again "She's kind, and smart and strong, and beautiful, and even after every one of my screwups, she still manages to love me."
"So? Who cares?" Lila replied
"I CARE!" Five shouted
Five's hand ran through his hair frustratedly as he began to pace back and forth. All of the feelings that he tried to keep below the surface so he could focus on the world began to bubble up and boil over. He hated all of this. This was not the life he wanted to live when he made the decision to jump to 2019 and stop the first apocalypse. He was fortunate enough to return to a young adult version of himself but he couldn't even do anything worth wild with it because he kept being dragged away. He couldn't stand it. It drove him crazy. Turning to face like Five began to rant,
"Can't you see I don't want to be here with you? I don't want to be here at all! I want to be with HER. I want to be able to love HER! She is the one and only reason I'm here trying to save the world, with YOU no less, because if she's not in it- if I-"
Five stopped. His face dropped as his thoughts changed from the anger of not getting to be with you to the fear and sadness of losing you. His eyes became glazed over as he looked off into the distance. The sound of you screaming in pain and the image of your lifeless body in his arms flashed across his mind causing him to visibly wince. He shut his eyes trying to shut the image and sound out but it was burned in there as a reminder of what happens when he fails.
Lila saw the change in Five's demeanor. She had never seen him this helpless. It confused her a little. He was always so stand-offish and acted like a know-it-all that she didn't even think it was in him to be vulnerable like this. Everyone had a weakness though and just like Diego was hers, you were Five's. She honestly felt a little bad for the guy. Not a lot but enough for her to approach him and try to grab his attention calling,
"Five?"
"If I lose her again..." He said, his voice strained and his eyes not meeting Lila's gaze "Then there's nothing in the world worth saving."
Lila's head cocked to the side. She heard what he had said but she was unsure if she was hearing him right.
"What are you saying?" Lila asked
"I'm saying I can't live without her again. No. I refuse to live without her." Five replied finally meeting her gaze "You wanted to know why she's so special Lila? It's because she is the only thing keeping me going. If I don't have my world, then there is no reason for there to be a world."
"What? You'd just let the world end if something happened to her?" Lila asked, slight concern in her tone
Five however didn't acknowledge the concern only the question. And that question had only one correct answer. The pain in his face washed away as a stoic expression took its place. Five's composure returned after his brief moment of weakness and in a steady tone, Five stated,
"Lila, I'd end it myself."
Lila silently blinked at him a few times. She definitely had heard him right the first time but the way he responded the second time sent a chill down her spine. She knew he meant what he said and she could see in his eyes the way he would scorch the earth if something happened to you. She didn't have to like you but it was in the best interest of both her and the rest of the world to make sure you stayed alive.
"But I don't know if you'd understand that because you're not exactly cut out for domestic bliss." Five said before turning around and walking towards the door on the opposite side of the room
Lila watched as he walked away before realizing what he had said. For a moment a sharp pain shot through her but quickly she pushed past it. Domestic bliss sounded so boring. Where was the fun in that? It was overrated and boring and the thought of it definitely made her want to puke.
"Course I'm bloody not. Thank God!" Lila shouted behind him
Following Five through the door, the two of them walked down a set of stairs into a dark hallway. Tipped-over filing cabinets and broken furniture littered the hall as they maneuvered their way around.
"I mean, maybe it's a tone thing? I don't know, but you could really work on, like, the way you speak. It's very... It's irritating." Lila commented as she followed behind "I'm just saying it's something you can work on, you know? For the future."
Five was not listening though as he spotted what they had come for up ahead. A sign that read Operations Bunker. A slight smile came to his face as he read it. He was getting closer to an answer. He was getting closer to fixing this and saving you. Noticing his smile, Lila asked,
"Why are you smiling, you little pisspot?"
"Cause of that." Five said gesturing to the sign
"Well, you could have led with that," Lila replied
The two of them looked at each other briefly before heading down the hall towards the door leading to where their answers may lie.
You and your friends however were on your way to sneak into one of the local clubs. After the incident you had in the thrift store, you all had driven around for a bit before deciding to go bowling at Super Star Lanes. It was of course a little odd being in the same place that you had last said goodbye to your friends before the world ended, but it also felt somewhat like a neutral ground. With some overpriced fries and lukewarm cans of soda, you finally let your friends comfort you from what had happened before as you all took turns bowling. Dean of course was in the lead, because he always was, but even so, you managed to have a nice time. Eudora asked you to have a good day and you were going to do so. Once, you had finished bowling and Dean inevitably won, you all hopped back in the car and headed back to Kenny's house to get ready.
All the clothes from the thrift store that could be thrown in the washer and dryer were, and for the ones that couldn't you used your powers to try and remove some of the grime that was probably in the fabric. When the washed clothes were dry though, you and the rest of your friends took to different rooms in the house to change into your outfits. As you stepped out of the guest room in the outfit you had picked from before, you saw Viktoria step out of the bathroom at the same time. She wore a flowy, long-sleeve, light blue blouse with a matching pair of flowy, light blue pants.
"Aw you look cute!" You complimented
"You do too!" she replied
Together the two of you walked downstairs to find everyone but Kenny waiting around. As you approached the group though, you took notice of the fact that Dean made the decision to keep the top 3 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned.
"What happened? Did you not pay for the rest of the buttons?" Viktoria asked sarcastically
"Ha-ha. You're so funny." Dean replied unamused "For your information, I happen to look good like this."
"Oh yeah," Viktoria stated sarcastically once more "I'm sure some lovely girl with parental issues will adore the distinct lack of chest hair."
Placing his hand over his chest, Dean looks shocked at her comment and looks to you for some backup, but instead, you turned your attention toward Bren and asked,
"Where's Kenny?"
"I don't know. Probably getting ready still." Bren answered, shrugging his shoulders "I'm his best friend, not his keeper."
"Are you sure about that?" You retorted
Bren looked at you before letting out a small sigh. He knew you were at least a little bit right. If he didn't keep track of Kenny then no one would. At least not to the same extent that is.
"I'll go get him." Bren stated as he walked back upstairs
From upstairs, you could hear Bren bang on a door and then say some words that you couldn't quite make out. However, whatever he said seemed to work as not even a minute later him and Kenny came back down the stairs. With the whole group together and ready to go, you headed out of Kenny's house and drive over to the club that you had snuck into back on Kenny's 16th birthday.
While the club wasn't in a bad part of the city, across the street and a few buildings over there was a very questionable bar nearby. The patrons there didn't take too kindly to anyone who wasn't white and the only reason you knew about it was that on occasion Diego would walk himself in there just to pick a fight with people. You wondered if Diego would head there again in this timeline, although you doubted it given he seemed so preoccupied with watching his "child". However, that didn't matter. You had no intention of worrying about Diego because it seemed he was having trouble worrying about you.
As you put your thoughts aside, Dean had finally stopped and parked the car on the street behind the club. Taking one quick look back at Kenny, you asked,
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"Yes." he answered confidently "My 16th birthday was the second most exciting day of my life. I want to relieve it."
"What was the first then?" Addison questioned
"My 18th birthday. I got to meet Klaus Hargreeves and we got shot at by time mercenaries. Very exciting." Kenny answered proudly
"Okay." You interjected "Let's just go before this conversation continues."
The rest of the group nodded their heads in agreement as you all stepped out of the car. The sound of pounding music could faintly be heard as you made your way to the back of the building. Up high on the wall, you all could see two small, rectangular, frosted glass windows. Although it was a while ago, you still could recognize these as the useless windows that were in the bathrooms of the club. The one on the left was shut, while the one on the right was open, and from inside it you could hear the sound of a few girl's voices seemingly giving someone a pep talk. You waited for a moment to hear the door open and shut before turning to your friends and quietly stating,
"We're going to do what we did last time. I'm going to check to see if the girl's bathroom is empty if it is. I will pull Viktoria, Addison, and Kenny through. Viktoria and Addison will go get us some booth or seating while Kenny is going to go into the men's bathroom and check if that is empty. If it's empty he's gonna jump and slap the window and I'll do the same thing for Dean, Lucas, and Bren. Then I show up and we're all together, got it?"
There was a cacophony of affirmations and head nods at your instructions.
"Good." You said before turning invisible and walking through the wall
Taking a look around the women's bathroom there was no one in the main area nor could you see any shoes on the floor inside the stalls. Seeing that the coast was clear you made yourself visible and stuck your arm through the bathroom wall you came through. You could feel as someone grabbed your hand and with a firm hold on them you pulled them through the way. Viktoria was the first to come through and after repeating the process twice both Addison and Kenny came in as well. You watched as the three of them walked out of the bathroom and with the door shut you went back outside the hang with the other three boys. It took a few minutes, but finally, the sound of Kenny's hand slapping the glass window came. And so one by one, you pushed the last three boys through the wall of the men's room.
With everyone else inside, you went invisible once more as walked through the wall into the women's bathroom. Instead of immediately becoming visible though, you walked through the bathroom door and over to the bar. Looking around you spotted the table where your friends sat and with the knowledge of where they were, you walked behind the bar and began to sneakily transport a few bottles of the high-shelf alcohol over. No one even knew you were there as you placed your hand on your choices and quickly made the bottles invisible. And after doing the same to a few glasses you floated them all over behind you before making them reappear on the table. While most would not consider it a point of pride, your ability to steal was beyond compare.
Your friends were slightly shocked at seeing the drinks appear but not surprised and within a few seconds of the drinks reappearing, so did you. Sitting down with the rest of your group, you began to let the drinks flow. Dean restrained from having too much to drink as he was the designated driver and he encouraged everyone to drink water like he was. And while most of the others relatively listened to his request, you felt less inclined to do so. You had a lot of up and down moments today and you wanted to take your mind off of them. And with each drink you consumed the more go with the flow you became. You were fine and it was just some harmless fun. You dragged your friends to the dance floor and as the music you loved and missed in the 60s played you were having the best time. The bass from the blasting music pounded through your system and for the first time since you found out that the world was ending, you felt good. You had your friends and you were having fun and all the drinks you were consuming were free. Time didn't matter and things literally couldn't be better.
As you continued to party though, things began to get a little fuzzy for you. You were aware of your surroundings, but things also became a little hazy. Maybe you were just tired from dancing. Deciding to take a seat for a bit, you started to walk back toward your group's table, but as you made it off the dance floor you could see a guy and girl off to the side. The guy was uncomfortably close, trying to offer her a drink while she continuously pushed it back. This couldn't be good. Turning on your heel, you walked over to the pair, putting yourself in between the two as you looked back at the girl and asked,
"Are you okay? Do you know this guy?"
"No. He's been following me for the past 20 minutes." The girl replied nervously "I've been trying to leave but he keeps following."
"Okay. You see the girl in the really sparkly jumpsuit and the guy that looks like a traffic cone over there," You say gesturing to the other side of the dance floor "Those are my friends and they can help you. I will deal with this creep."
The girl looked across the floor towards where Kenny and Addison stood before looking back at you. She hesitated for a moment, but as she did so the creepy guy grabbed at her wrist and tried to pull her toward him. And with that action, one of the "side effects" of your immense intoxication kicked in. When you got drunk, your impulse control typically lowered with each drink and right now it was at an all-time low. Without a second to think about it, you decked the guy right in his throat causing him to let go of the girl's wrist. You watched as she fled off across the place toward your friends but you had no intention to follow.
Instead, you turned back to the guy who was now doubled over and gasping for air and decided that one punch wasn't enough. There was no signal in your brain or body that this was a bad decision to make, but as so you turned away from making sure the girl got to your friends and back to him, he swung a fist up at you, upper-cutting your jaw.
You let your head lean back for a second as you could feel the impact still vibrating through your head and the taste of blood in your mouth from biting your cheek. Even if you weren't looking at him you could sense the smugness that seemed to radiate off of this guy. With your head still tilted back you began to laugh at the guy. He picked the wrong girl to fuck with and you were going to wipe his smugness away.
"What are you laughing at you bitch?" He demanded
Your head slowly tilted back down like that of a monster in a horror movie. A wide smile was on your face but the malice was evident in your eyes.
"You," you answered, your tone calm and collected "because you're going to die."
The guy looked at you disturbed for a moment before a flood of anger rushed through his system. The guy attempted to reach out and grab you, but instead he right through you. Quickly, you turned on your heel to look at him with that wide, creepy smile still on your face. He looked back at you confused but before he could rush you again, you took both of his hands in yours and used your powers to break them completely. Any bone that could break, did break. The guy dropped to his knees as he screamed in pain. Looking back up at you, the creep asked terrified,
"What are you?"
Your eyes began to glow a bright blue, and with that same malicious smile you stated ever so kindly,
"Karma."
While a sober version of you probably would've stopped at this point knowing that the guy was thoroughly terrified, currently you had no such restraint. And just like you had done to the Sparrows in your battle with them, you began to suck all the oxygen from this guy's body. Particle by particle, the guy began to wither and choke. The fear in his eyes was evident but as you continued, things started to get a little hazy. You shook your head a few times to try to clear things up, but it didn't do much to help and as you opened your eyes again you saw Dean standing in front of you with concern on his face. Looking down at the ground once more, you saw as the guy was beginning to crawl away as he gasped deeply for air. But before you could return to what you were doing, Dean grabbed ahold of your wrist and stated urgently,
"(Y/N). We need to go. NOW."
You looked around to see horrified faces on the people nearby where you were. Before you could react, he was already dragging you behind him as he ran through the crowded dance floor. But as your heart began to race, your vision began to blur. And as your friends ran out of an emergency with Dean dragging you along behind them, everything went black.
Following the corridors that ran underneath the Commission, Five and Lila made their way down an ever-winding series of hallways. It was quite tedious having to make their way to wherever this bunker was. Whoever this founder was, they sure didn't want anyone to find them unless it was absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, absolutely necessary was the situation they were in right now. The pair continued to walk until they were stopped by a sliding metal door. The sign above it read Operations Bunker, the same way that they had first seen leading this way. Five hoped that it was actually behind here and not another maze of hallways because he could feel himself getting thirsty from all the walking and with every step he could feel himself getting more and more paranoid. He didn't know why though. Nevertheless, Five grabbed onto the handle of the door and tried to pull, but god, it was heavy. Grabbing the handle with two hands instead, Five slowly managed to slide the door open, but once there was enough of a gap, Lila pushed her way past him curtly saying,
"Exsqueeze me."
Pushing his way through the door after her he replied annoyed,
"You're excused."
"Operations bunker," Lila said as she looked at the giant circular metal door
This had to be the place they were looking for, but as much as Five wanted to see for himself he couldn't focus because of all the itching he felt. His nails ran up and down the back of his neck as he leaned against the brick wall behind Lila, digging deeply as he tried to relieve the irritating sensation.
Stepping up closer to the door, Lila looked into the small darkened window. As she did so, a bright blue light shined and rotated in a clockwise motion scanning her. However, as the device beeped and the light faded away a loud buzzer sounded from the speaker above.
"We're screwed," Lila commented
"Unauthorized access." a robotic voice stated over the speaker
"Oh shit." Five replied as he continued to scratch his neck
Turning to look at Five for an idea of what to do next she noticed the state he was in. He paced back and forth, scratching the back of his head and neck as if his life depended on it. Loads of sweat covered his face giving it an uncomfortable shine under the dingy lighting.
"Jesus. You're sweating like a dodgy shrimp on ice. What's wrong?" She questioned
And with that question, something in Five clicked. The sweating, the thirst, the paranoia, and the occasional gas all started happening the minute they got close to this room. And the closer they made their way down the winding halls to where they were now, the worse it got. His eyes went wide as he quickly stepped forward towards the door and looked into the same opening that Lila had. The blue light, just as before, lit up and circled in a clockwise motion over Five's face before beeping. But instead of a loud buzzer over the speaker, it was instead a simple chime followed by the robot voice stating,
"Access granted."
"I guess you're essential personnel." Lila commented slightly disappointed
The two could hear the sound of the door unlocking before watching as it rolled off to the side allowing them to see into the room. The floor was all black tile that was clear enough it reflected the image of the room. The ceiling looked like it was entirely glass with lights behind it while the walls were made of all-white squares with light interspersed between every three rows. Immediately to their left, they could see three white globe-like seats with red insides that looked like they came from a 70's furniture catalog with a glass side table and white fur carpet to match. Bottles of alcohol sat on a serving tray on top of the table between the three chairs while a singular silver floor lamp stood behind in the corner. However, the main item of interest was some type of tube in the back of the room.
As Five and Lila stepped in, the lights on the ceiling became brighter, illuminating the entire room. The white walls and reflective floor making it that much brighter inside. But as Lila walked ahead and the door closed behind Five, he could feel his need to itch and his thirst and paranoia slip away.
As Lila looked in through the glass panels on the tube at who was supposed to be the founder of the commission, Five placed the briefcase and Master's handbook down on the side table.
"That's him, huh?" Five commented as he walked over toward Lila "The founder."
"Looks like tinned beef. I was expecting more man and less..." Lila stopped before tapping on the metal tube and commenting "...can.
Walking closer to the metal tube Five began to better see the man who lay on the table of the tube. The face stopped him in his tracks for a moment as his eyes went wide. Slowly, he inched closer and closer to the founder but as he stood next to them, Five's eyes blinked in confusion as he softly said,
"It can't be."
"What's wrong?" Lila asked
"It's me." Five replied quietly
This was him? The old, decrepit man being kept alive by some sort of commission contraption was him? There was a silent pause between the two of them before Lila broke out in laughter. She looked between the Five she was with and the one who lay on the table as she clapped in hysterics.
"No way. This whole time you've been complaining about the Commission, and you're the one who founded it. Classic." She snickered amused
"If I did, I have no memory of it." Five replied uneasily as he looked at his older self
"So here I was thinking you were a maverick, but you're a company man, down to the bone. I mean, you..." Lila continued to laugh "You literally cannot breathe without this place."
"Something's not right. I don't have paradox psychosis. I could feel it outside," Five said gesturing to the door before looking around the room "but in here, it's...nothing."
"Never were too bright, were we?" The sound of a rasping voice suggested
Both Five and Lila turned to look toward Founder Five as he looked back at the pair. His skin was wrinkled from years of age and his beard was long, gray, and unruly signifying no one had taken care of it in a while. The man on the table did not look well in the slightest. He looked like he was hanging by a thread in terms of his life left and with labored breathing, he continued to explain,
"The operations bunker is paradox-proof. I constructed it as a panic room in case of a collapse in the time continuum. In this room, all permutations of yourself can exist. You must be here because of a... Kugelblitz."
"Is that like a cheese blintz?" Lila asked confused
"It's German for ball of lightning." Five explained, "It's an extra kinky kind of black hole."
"The kind that can suck up entire timelines," Lila commented
"Or worse." Founder Five choked out
Five looked down at the ground. It was worse than just the timeline being sucked up. It was the kind of black hole that could cause strong energy disturbances. Granted any black hole that close would probably do so but this was on such a larger scale than that. Five felt like an idiot for not thinking of it as a possibility but at least now that he knew what it was he could finally figure out how to stop it. With a sense of renewed energy Five quickly asked,
"So, how do we fix it?"
"You don't." Founder Five replied raspily "You shouldn't have left."
"What?" Five questioned annoyed
Don't fix it? He shouldn't have left? That's ridiculous. Of course, he should fix it. He needed to fix it. He came all this way for answers on how to fix it! This didn't make sense. Out of all the people in the world to tell him not to fix it he never expected himself.
"No. If you created all of this, then you must have created a solution." Five snapped through gritted teeth
Founder Five coughed and gasped for air as he worked up the ability to reply to his younger self. Oh, how unaware he was. How easy it was for him to have a sense of purpose at this time. If only he knew what the future held and how painful it would be.
"All that will be left is...oblivion." Founder Five wheezed out
"Oblivion?" Lila asked leaning over the man, "What do you mean?"
With that question, the locks on the metal tube Founder Five was unlocked as the table he laid on slid out. Five and Lila looked at him in frustration and shock respectively. He looked frail and malnourished, his rib cage showing through his skin. And he was missing the lower part of his left arm.
"This is what you have coming. You are running out of time to change things." Founder Five said desperately
"Then tell me how to change it!" Five lashed out
"Go home." Founder Five answered weakly
Five had enough of this. He didn't know why this older version of himself was acting this way, but he wasn't going to tolerate it. Every second his older self spent beating around the bush about how to save the world was another minute he wasn't actively working on saving it. This version of him was being a prick and Five was tired of not having is answers he came so far for. Approaching the version of himself on the table, Five leaned in very close. With fire in his eyes and in a low, intimidating tone of voice, he ranted,
"Listen to me, you ass. I just spent the last 20 days running around saving the world from apocalypses, only to keep trying to save the world. I am losing my mind, my hormones are raging, and all I wanna do is go out and buy a 1970s Corvette Stingray that I can drive around in with my beautiful girlfriend."
For a moment, Founder Five's eyes went wide at the mention of you. And it was that quick action, that note of recognition that caught Five's attention and gave him an idea. If he wouldn't give the answer on how to save the world from destruction willingly then perhaps he would do so with a little emotional manipulation. Pulling out the Polaroid photo he had brought along with him from inside his jacket pocket he held it up in front of his older self's face.
"(Y/N)..." Founder Five whispered
"That's right, asshole. Look at her. Look at that beautiful woman. I had to leave her to bring my ass here to try and find out how to stop this thing. So if you love her the way I do, which if you're me then I KNOW you do, you will tell me how to stop this to save her!" Five yelled
There was a change in the man that lay on the table. Blinded by his anger and frustration, Five could not see it but Lila could. The minute young Five pulled out the photo of you, the light immediately disappeared from the eyes of the older Five. And although his face was mostly concealed by a long scruffy beard, it was easy to see the emotion that overwhelmed him, none of it positive. Lila could see slight tears form in his eyes as his chest began to heave. It was as if Five had broken through some type of barrier with his older self, but all it was doing was causing things to fall apart. Just minutes ago Five was expressing to her how if you didn't exist there would be no reason for him to go on, and now here lay an older version of him who looked so ready to let go seeing your face. Taking a step forward Lila reached out to put a hand on Five's shoulder as she commented,
"Take it easy on him, Five."
"Lila, this is between me and myself, so stay out of it." Five snapped at her before putting on a faux polite smile and adding "Thank you."
Turning back towards his older self, his anger didn't fade. Instead, it grew just as his frustration had been growing since the first time he had tried to fight against the end of the world. He wanted the cycle to be over. He came all this way for answers and by god he was going to get them.
"This Kugelblitz, it is not some tiny leak that we can simply fix by patching a couple of pinholes. It is a giant trash compactor that is grinding up the universe and consuming it whole. So tell me how you stop it!" Five shouted
"Whatever you do..." Founder Five began to choke out
The sound of the heart monitor began to beep rapidly and the sound of his breathing became ragged as Five and Lila watched in confusion.
"...don't save the world." He finished
For a moment the heart monitor beeped more rapidly before stopping altogether. The light of the room began to fade as the sound of the machines powering down could be heard. Five looked at his older self with wide eyes. He could feel his own heart begin to race at the sight before him. He still needed answers. Grabbing onto the metal of the table Five looked over the man who now lay still and hoping for some reaction pressed,
"What do you mean, don't save-"
But when none came, he shouted,
"Five! How do I fix this?"
Trying to cut short the inevitable realization that his older self had died, Lila placed two fingers on Founder Five's neck to try and find a pulse. As she expected though, there was none. Pulling her hand back, she knew she needed to rip off the and-aid and bluntly announced,
"He's dead, Five."
Dead? No. He couldn't be dead. This couldn't be happening. He- Five had survived so long it seemed impossible for him to die. And for him to die in such an unremarkable way? He had been through so much worse. So many other instances that could've killed him and yet they didn't. Not the terrible conditions of the apocalypse, not a bullet from a gunshot, not the end of the world. He just died. Of old age. Alone. Five looked on with a mix of sadness, and confusion, and fear. It felt almost impossible that this happened. His whole life it felt like he couldn't seem to die, not that he wanted to, but it didn't feel real. But there in front of him, another version of him lay dead. It was a lot to take in and he couldn't do this, at least not in front of Lila. He didn't meet her eye as he quietly asked,
"Can I have the room?"
"Er... I don't think I should leave you two alone." Lila responded
"Lila, I need the room." He emphasized
Lila stood there quietly for a moment. She didn't want to leave him, he had just witnessed himself die. That was a terrible thing to have hanging over you. She knew from experience watching the video of the handler shooting her over and over again. It still haunted her to see her lifeless body and that was through a screen on the infinite switchboard. It could only feel that much worse witnessing it in person. But as much as she thought it would be better to stay he would not be okay until she left, so without another word, she turned away and walked out the bunker door.
When the door finally closed once more Five let out a breath that he was holding in. His eyes turned up to the ceiling in an attempt to stop the water forming in his eyes from falling down. It took a moment, but with some semblance of composure he looked ahead once more mumbling under his breath,
"Son of a bitch."
Sadly, he looked over the corpse in front of him when he then noticed something on the chest of his older self. Stepping forward he quietly asked,
"What's this?"
Taking a closer look at it he saw it was a tattoo inked onto the skin. It was odd. He never saw himself as the type to get another tattoo, especially after how awful the first one was. But there was something about the odd symbol featured prominently on his chest that he felt he needed to look into. Pulling out the switchblade you had gifted him early he cut off the tattooed part of the skin to take with him.
Rolling up the cut-off skin, he placed it in the pocket inside of his jacket that didn't contain your photo. He knew it wasn't the best place to keep it, but he really didn't have any other option. Letting out a deep sigh, Five looked at the corpse of his older self. Wrinkled, alone, dead. Was this his future? And if it was why was it this way? What would cause him to spend the end of his life in as Lila described, a tin can surviving off of the place he despised most. He didn't understand but whatever this was, he couldn't let it be his future. He was going to change things this time. He had to. But as Five began to turn away, to leave this place and the sight of his lonely cadaver, he saw a glint of something.
Turning back to the body, he looked to try and spot what had caught his eye but with the main lights now mostly off it was a little more difficult. However, after a moment the emergency light caught just right and he could see the shine was coming from his older self's hand. Reaching out, Five opened the hand fully to find a key inside it. Picking up the item he inspected it closer. There was nothing too unusual about it. It looked just like any other key you would see for a house or safe or whatever except for one detail. On the part of the key that would not be inserted into a lock, there was an engravement, faded by time but still visible that read clé du monde.
Key to the world.
Five could feel a slight spark of hope reading the inscription. Key to the world. Maybe this would lead to the answers he was looking for. Perhaps his older self did not want to reveal how to stop the apocalypse with Lila around but knew he would find this with her gone. Looking away from the key, he searched for where this would go. If he had held onto this while stuck in this room then the lock it went to couldn't be far. As his eyes scanned the four walls he saw something different in the back corner, a cabinet with small frosted glass doors built into the wall. Leaving his older self's side he walked towards them and just as he expected he found a lock to slide the key in. Without hesitation, Five inserted the key into the lock and clicked it open with a single twist. Opening the doors, Five expected to find piles of documents, reports, or any information relating to a kugelblitz and how to stop it, but the sight he was met with caught him off guard.
Instead of information, he was met with a cabinet full of items related to you. As he looked about the cabinet he saw things he recognized instantly. On the lowest shelf sat your diary, the teddy bear he had given you on your friendaversary, and the music box he gifted for your 13th birthday. But as he continued to look at the items, he saw stuff that confused him. Sitting on the middle shelf were a watch and knife that looked exactly like the ones you had gifted him earlier. Lifting up his wrist he looked between the watch on the shelf and the one he currently wore before pulling the knife out of his pocket and looking at it too. Back and forth he inspected the items until he could no longer deny that they were the exact same.
Five's heartbeat began to pick up slightly. Why were these items here? Looking back to the middle shelf he then saw six distinct Polaroid photos. Grabbing at them he looked through them one by one, his heart sinking more and more as he realized they were the same photos from earlier today. Dropping the photos in shock, they scattered the floor below. His eyes darted across the objects as he tried to come up with some type of explanation, one that avoided the terrible thoughts forming in his mind. And as his eyes searched the cabinet for some type of rationale, he finally noticed an envelope taped to the inside of the door.
Snatching it off the door he immediately opened it. This had to have some explanation. Something that would elaborate on why these things were here, but surely not for the reason he thought. Pulling the paper inside out quickly he opened it up and began to scan the words on the page.
Dear Alternate Self,
I can only assume that it's you as I would never willingly let anyone else access this cabinet and especially since the rarest of people would be able to access this room to begin with. If you are reading this that means I must have finally been released from the torment that is my existence. As you know, these objects you find here are the most important in the universe. They are the key to the world. My world. Our world. I don't know if you will recognize each item yet, but I promise they hold more value than anything else. You may be confused, but they are the reason this building, this organization, exists. I built this place to fix my mistakes. To try and make things right this time. And this bunker was made to keep me safe from any apocalypse but more so these irreplaceable items safe from harm so they will never be lost to time the way I let her be.
Five's hands began to shake as he processed the words on the page. He could feel the fearful adrenaline course through his veins as he read over what his other self had written to him.
"No." Five said in disbelief
This couldn't be real. It couldn't be true. There had to be something else here. Something that negated all the words above. Something to make the letter a red herring of sorts. Quickly, his eyes ran down the page as he read on.
However, if by some chance the person reading this note is you my beloved (Y/N), probably as a version of you from a different timeline than my own, I want you to know how much I loved you. I didn't realize it then but I loved you from the minute I met you. I loved you every moment of my life. I loved you til your last breath. And I continue to love you every minute beyond that no matter how painful it is.
"God. Please. No." Five silently begged in the empty room
I have many regrets that I cannot fix, but my biggest is not asking you one very important question. But I won't because it's not my place to do so now. I failed you in my time, and I will never forgive myself for it. Although it may not make sense, I feel this, the Commission, is the only way now that I can hope to fix something. Although I'd still prefer to keep them forever safe here, you can take any of the items if you like. My physical and mental state have deteriorated more and more each day without you but I hope that by the time you are reading this, I'm with my version of you dancing together among the stars. It seems this world wasn't made for us to be together but perhaps the next one will be.
The shaking Five had felt in his hand spread to the rest of his body. His chest began to clench as his breathing became labored and erratic. It felt like the world was spinning. His legs shook under him as the weight of the grief overcoming him pulled him to the ground. His knees gave out as the letter and envelope both fell from his hands. But as the envelope hit the floor, he could hear the tiniest clink from it.
With his mind still in overdrive, he immediately snatched the envelope up and flipped it over, but as the item fell into his hand everything stopped. Time was frozen and for a second he forgot how to breathe as he stared at the pristine golden locket in his hand. He knew this was your locket. Not only because of the condition it was in but inside it held a very young picture of him. He recalled you explaining how you had cut it out of a newspaper article about the academy's missions. But he also knew that between this and the letter from his older self, his worst fears had come true. He failed somehow. And you died because of it. But it wasn't the locket itself that had made him stop.
It was the ring that hung on the chain that stopped him in his tracks.
Gently undoing the clasp of the necklace he slid the ring off the chain and held it in his other hand. It was perfect. The ring was made of a sturdy metal that wouldn't tarnish easily and the diamonds on it sparkled brightly even in the dimmer lighting. It was exactly how he had envisioned it. Exactly how his now-deceased self envisioned it. He was going to ask his version to marry him. But he didn't. He never got the chance.
However, the longer Five stared at the ring he could feel the temporary numbness wear off and his adrenaline return. He was going to change things. This scene before him was not going to be his future. He was not going to make the same mistakes as the man who died before him. He was going to save the world, he was going to keep you from harm, and he was going to change his future.
Picking himself up from the ground, he put the ring in his pocket before walking over to the body on the table. Placing the locket in the hand where he had first found the key, he slowly closed it, making a tight fist that would hold onto it forever. With one last look at his dead counterpart, he tried to push all the terrifying thoughts that wracked his mind out of his brain. Turning on his heel he made his way to the door worried about if you were currently safe but also determined to make things right this time. As the door to the bunker opened, Five grabbed the briefcase off the table before he quickly walked out and past Lila who was leaning against a wall.
"You good?" Lila called "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Get your powers warmed up." Five demanded as he continued walking "We need to find a power source and we need to go."
"A please would be nice, y'know." She remarked
"Now, Lila." Five snapped
"Fine, you little twat." Lila grumbled
Lila didn't know what had occurred in there while she was outside, but whatever it was, it was affecting Five greatly. Although annoyed, she let it slide. Everyone grieved differently and if he was going to be rude then she wasn't even going to try to help his feelings right now. Not that she really cared about his feelings. With a small huff, she began to follow behind him as they searched to find a power source to get home.
As for you, the sounds of the world started to come into focus just as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. No longer was there the sound of pounding music and screams nor the sight of flashing neon lights. Instead, it was replaced with the dim shine of old lightbulbs, mild chatter, and old rock music. Your head felt heavy and as it tilted downward you saw you were sitting on a chair. The last thing you remembered, you weren't sitting down. Dean grabbed your wrist as you all fled the nightclub you snuck into after getting into a fight. Your head felt like it was spinning as you took in the surroundings. There was a dusty bar across the way and a pole dancer in the middle of the room you were in. A line of motorcycles sat in a row outside the building and as you forced your head to look up you saw a ceiling filled with metal rafters. Where were you? As your vision cleared fully and your head stopped pounding so much you managed to look around and see Viktoria standing next to you. Grabbing onto the fabric of her romper you tugged at it as best as you could to get her attention.
"Yeah?"
"Where are we, Vi?" You asked
"Remember how when we left City Hall we decided we wanted to do something that connected us together?" Viktoria asked
You went to City Hall? When? It was around 8 pm when you went to the club and you were there for some time so City Hall was definitely closed. Did you all break into a government building? Why? For what? What did you need to do in there that was so important it had to be done at the latest hours of the night? Confused and hoping for some elaboration you answered,
"No."
"Well, Kenny brought us here to this bar where they ask no questions and will tattoo minors since Lucas and Addi aren't 18 yet," Viktoria explained "So we're all getting matching tattoos. Thematically matching, at least."
That was not the elaboration you were hoping for. You were all getting tattoos? What were you getting tattoos of? What was the theme? What the fuck was going on? You had no clue where you were or how you got there. It was almost like time travel except for the fact that you could actually remember the times that you time traveled. If you could just get some clarity then maybe you would feel a little better about where you were now. Trying to understand the situation you asked,
"Did we just get here?"
"No, we've been here for a while now silly," Kenny commented placing a hand on your shoulder "Seems like someone had a bit too much to drink at the club, eh?"
You looked towards Kenny to shoot him a look but as you turned your head you saw an image on his wrist that extended up a part of his forearm. It was a skull surrounded by Red Spider Lily and Gomphrena flowers with two snakes coming out of the eye sockets twisting together like the Caduceus medicine symbol. The tattoo was wrapped in saran wrap with tape to stop it from opening. It was a little jarring seeing it since only a few hours ago he didn't have it but it looked cool as hell though.
"That's dope as fuck." You complimented pointing at the tattoo
"Thanks! The people who tat here might look scary but their art is beautiful." Kenny replied "I had a girl named Queenie do mine. She liked all the symbolism I told you about."
"Sorry, I don't recall." You said giving him an apologetic smile
"Ah shit, right." He replied before pointing at the image on his skin
"Red Spider Lilies symbolize death while Gomphrena has been known to symbolize immortality. The skull kinda adds to the life and death motif but the snakes intertwining are just for the health symbol because ima little medicine boy." Kenny explained
"Cool, so is it just you or did anyone else get tattooed yet?" You asked
Your friends, minus Kenny who had already clocked your semi-blackout state, all looked at you confused.
"Don't you remember Dean asking if you would hold his hand while he got tattooed because he felt a little nervous?" Addison inquired
"You make it sound like I was nervous because of the tattoo. I'm not a loser who is scared of needles." Dean interjected, "I was nervous because in the first timeline, I beat that guy in a street race when he challenged me and then he threatened to kill me when I won."
"Well, he doesn't know you in this timeline so you were fine," Addison remarked
"Yeah, well, having my super-powered sister made me feel a lot better." Dean replied back "The tattoo is dope though, I'll give him credit for that. But also we had a whole conversation with the guy about ways they could improve sunscreen to make it feel less gross when you apply it which I did find odd."
You held Dean's hand when he was getting his tattoo? And had a whole conversation about sunscreen? These felt like things you should've remembered but right now those memories were hazy at best. You could only hope that somehow your brain would move them from short to long-term memory so when you woke up tomorrow you would know what the hell has happened.
"Oh yeah, Axel has always been passionate about that." Kenny mentioned, "At least from what I recall the last time around."
"So how many of you have gotten your tattoos?" You asked
"All of us but you (Y/N)," Lucas answered holding out his wrist
On it, you saw what looked like a Grecian vase depicting Hercules slaying the Hydra. Between Kenny's tattoo and now Lucas' you were starting to get the theming that Viktoria didn't clearly mention earlier.
"Y'know I still think you're a coward for not letting Herc have a dick and balls," Dean commented
"How many times do I have to explain to you that you literally wouldn't see it from that angle!" Lucas exclaimed "And anyway it's MY tattoo on MY skin. If I don't want a dick on there, then there won't be one!"
"Lame," Kenny replied
"Oh fuck you guys," Lucas remarked
Dean and Kenny snickered with each other. You knew that their teasing was meaningless and based on the smirk that Lucas was trying to hide, he knew so too. Looking around you wanted to see what everyone else had gotten embedded into their skin.
"What about you guys?" You said gesturing between Dean, Addison, and Viktoria "What did you get?"
You could see Dean's eyes light up as he stepped in front of Addison and Viktoria and held his wrist out toward you stating loudly,
"I got this sick ass bow and arrow!"
He was correct. It was a sick ass bow and arrow that was overlaid on top of a circle target. And with your brother's reveal, you could definitely solidify the fact that the connecting theme the group was going for was tattoos symbolizing each of yourselves but more specifically your nicknames. Necrotic, Hercules, and now Marksman.
"Very cool, Dean." You said smiling before adding "Now can you please get out of the way of the girls."
"Fine." Dean huffed
Addison and Viktoria stepped forward as they held both their wrists out to you as well, albeit a little less aggressively than Dean just did. On Addison's, you saw three minimalist sparkles all in a row. It was simple, elegant, and a nice nod to her nickname Spotlight. And then on Viktoria there was a nice image of a viola with a small line of sheet music underneath. As you read them your hand instinctively moved as if you were playing the notes on the piano. D, A, G sharp, G. You stopped. You recognized those notes.
"Megalovania? Really?" You asked disappointed but unsurprised
"Yeah," Viktoria answered proudly
"Why?" You pressed
"I thought it was funny," She responded
You put your face in your hands for a moment as you laughed. Your friends could be so dumb but you loved it so much. And hey, if that's what she wanted to represent her nickname Sonata, so be it. As you looked around though you realized one of your friends was missing.
"Where's Bren?" You asked
"Right behind you!" Bren exclaimed, "I just finished my tattoo!"
"Congrats, you survived," Dean replied
"What did you get?" Lucas asked
"Nothing crazy. Just two whips, one above the other." Bren replied as he held up his wrist
The group looked at it, and while it was true that it was just two whips he failed to mention that the actually whippy part of each spiraled into cursive that spelled out half of his nickname. The top whip spelling out, well, whip, and the lower one spelling out lash. As you were about to compliment the creativity of Bren's tattoo though, The most stereotypical biker-looking man walked over with a woman and another man behind him. As he approached Kenny you could hear him say,
"Hey, Kid. Me, Jet, and Queenie are done. We wanna drink."
"But what about my friend, Axel?" Kenny questioned, "She's the only one of us left."
"And we gave you money for all of us!" Addison chimed in
"Stop your whining." The guy who you could only assume was Jet remarked "We might look shady to you from your ivory tower but fair is fair here. Your friend will get her ink."
You could see that Addison was slightly annoyed by the comment but kept her mouth shut. The last thing you all needed was for Addison's attitude to cause her to try doing some of her psychology shit here. As Lucas wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's waist to calm her down, the woman named Queenie stated,
"Yeah, we got another guy who just finished up and can take your friend. Down the hall, behind the employees-only door."
"Oh okay," Kenny said
"And Kid, don't ask me for anything else." Axel added
"Yeah, I won't." Kenny replied, "Enjoy your drinks."
With that, the three biker adults walked away from your group of friends and across the place to the bar. Your friends then turned to look at you.
"Alright (Y/N), you heard the man." Bren commented, "Down the hall and then behind the employees-only door."
"Um...okay I guess." You replied slowly standing up from your seat
You looked between the group and then down the hall toward the employees-only door. You weren't nervous to go get a tattoo but you also didn't quite know what to expect. When the Umbrellas had gotten their tattoos it was forced upon them and it seemed like they were all in pain when you found out about them. You still were a little hurt that Five made his siblings lie to you about their tattoos even existing because he knew it would upset you. But these tattoos were by choice, they were meaningful in a good way and it looked like everyone here did so well. But you couldn't remember anything up until recently so you couldn't be sure. Turning away from your friends you looked down the hall once more.
"Do you want me to come and hold your hand?" Dean asked placing a hand on your shoulder
You looked back over your shoulder at him. You could do this. Whatever hesitancy you had was nothing compared to all the things you had faced before. With a little more confidence you replied,
"No. I think I'll be okay."
Stepping forward, Dean pulled his hand off your shoulder and you began to walk down the hall to the door. From behind you, you could hear Viktoria call out,
"Ask for us if you need us!"
You looked back and nodded your head but continued on. As you walked your eyes shifted between all the people at the place you were at and while they gave you a passing glance they didn't really seem to care either. Making it to the door, you pushed it open and entered the room. As you did so you saw a chair to sit in, in the middle of the room but couldn't see the person who was supposed to tattoo you. Nevertheless, you walked toward the chair and sat down waiting for the person to show up. As you sat down, the metal of the seat squeaked followed by the sound of a door opening and closing behind you.
"What are you looking to get?" The voice asked as it approached
But as they stood beside you, you cocked your head to the side in confusion and quietly asked,
"Pogo?"
It had to be Pogo you had never seen another walking, talking, primate before. They looked exactly like him and sounded like him too. It had to be. You didn't speak as you processed your thoughts staring at him while he looked back. But after a moment you tried to explain,
"It's been so long I don't know if you recognize me but I'm-"
"Ms. (Y/N)," Pogo interjected taken aback
"Yeah." You replied quietly
Just as you were in disbelief so was Pogo. To him, you were like a legend more than you were real. Of course, he had remembered you briefly throughout his early days. You would read to him or play beautiful music on the piano. But more so he recalled you from all the times that Sir Hargreeves mentioned your name and the portrait that hung on the wall over the fireplace until it was switched after Master Benjamin's incident. It was impossible to forget who you were.
"So it was true then when Sir Hargreeves said you would come back one day?" Pogo questioned softly
You grimaced slightly at the question. You didn't like the way that Reginald had used you as some type of god to worship in an effort to control the Sparrows. How they had to work harder because you would come back and be better than them. Sure you were better than them, but the perspective he instilled in everyone was wrong. It wasn't who you were. But that wasn't the question you were asked though and so you stated,
"He's been wrong in many ways but in that instance, yes, he was correct."
Pogo looked at how your face contorted when he asked you about Sir Hargreeves. Even at his young age, he could remember sensing the placated animosity. All along you had known how awful Reginald was. If only he could've seen the truth sooner. However, feelings about Reginald aside, he wondered why you would be here at the bar of a notorious biker gang requesting a tattoo. You didn't seem the type.
"What are you doing in a place like this?" Pogo asked
"I could ask you the same thing." You replied
You never expected to see Pogo dressed in a leather jacket and jeans working as a tattoo artist for a biker gang. And yet here he was. You could see the way he now grimaced and his body tensed at the thought of whatever led him to be here.
"Sir Hargreeves and I had some disagreements over his treatment and training of the Sparrow Academy and when I voiced them he kicked me out. It was tough at first but I found a home here with the Mothers of Agony." Pogo explained, the resentment obvious in his tone
Once again Reginald Hargreeves was the sole cause for so many people's misery. He was like Ronald Reagan except instead of ruining an entire country he managed to ruin entire timelines with his actions.
"And yourself?" Pogo asked
You let out a deep sigh. Typically you told your story with such candor, and a level of humor in your tone as you explained every detail. But the story, your story, it wasn't funny. You only tried to make it sound funny because then you didn't have to deal with how awful it truly was. But you were tired of it now. So tired of the cycle of loss and misery and trying to rebuild your life. Could you not just fully be happy? Were you cursed to build your happiness back up only to have it come toppling down again?
"That bad, huh?" Pogo asked
"I won't bore you with the details as it's far too long and a bit too sad of a story to tell. But in short, I found out that a black hole is consuming the world, my boyfriend went god knows where with someone who was trying to kill him two days ago to try and stop the black hole, and everyone I loved has either died or left, minus those six kids outside this room." You explained sadly "And now I don't even know how I got here but I guess I'm here to shove ink into my skin in some meaningful way.
You saw as Pogo looked at you, although he looked like a hardened biker, that there was sadness and sympathy on his face. It was the exact same look that the Pogo you had grown up with gave you on occasion. Somehow there was a comfort in knowing that although the timeline was different he was still himself.
"I'm sorry that you've faced so much misfortune recently," Pogo said
"Same to you." You replied, "It seems like neither of us has expected to be where we are."
"Life will never be easy for those who are different, like us. No matter how green the grass may seem..." Pogo replied
He paused for a second, a grimace upon his face as he reflected back on his own life.
"...or how rose-tinted our glasses are." He continued "The best we can do is survive."
"I don't want to keep surviving. I want to live." You emphasized "But when I envision the future right now all I can see is well...a black hole."
You used to have plans for your life. Things to look forward to, things to work towards, things to hope for, but since the night at the consulate, your hope had been continuously dwindling. It was starting to feel reckless to hold onto hope especially since it was in such short supply. All you seemed to have to hold onto were the people you surrounded yourself with and even then some of them were harder to keep around than others. Leaning your head back on the headrest of the tattoo chair you looked blankly at the ceiling. But then you felt a gentle hand rest on top of your own. Looking over you saw that Pogo gave you a sympathetic look as he calmly stated,
"Dear child, as much as we want to, we will never know what comes next. The future will always be a dark void that we like to hang pretty pictures of what we're expecting in front of to stop it from scaring us."
"So what am I supposed to do?" You asked, "Just conscientiously object life itself?"
"No, you don't do that until you know in your heart it's the right option." Pogo replied, "Focus on what have now, not what you don't yet."
You stopped for a moment and thought about his words. He was right, all you could do was focus on what you had now. And that was your friends. It was already your intention to focus on them but the advice solidified it even more. You needed them and you were theirs because each other is all you had left in this world that was heading for the meat grinder.
"Thanks, Pogo." You thanked quietly
"You know Ms. (Y/N), even though I was young, I still remember how kind you always were. Your love is your strength and I only hope you don't let what you've faced take that away from you." Pogo stated "I already watched the Sparrows lose much of their light to this world and what it put them through. It would pain me greatly to find you facing the same fate."
You gave him a small smile, one that was reminiscent of acknowledging an old friend even though you didn't have much in common anymore. That knowing smile that someone cared even if they didn't play a major role in your life anymore.
"I'll give it my best as long as you promise me you'll do the same." You answered
"Then I'll give it my best too, Ms. (Y/N)," Pogo replied, his small smile reflecting yours "Now, you came here for a tattoo so the least I can do is give you one. It is my current profession after all."
"Oh, right," You said surprised
You had almost forgotten that was the reason you were here in the first place. You and your friends were all getting spontaneous thematic tattoos. As you watched him start to fully set up his equipment you thought about what you would want. Everyone had their tattoo related to their nickname but you wanted it to mean more than just that. As Pogo finished setting up his equipment he turned his attention back to you as he asked,
"Do you have anything particular in mind or just a concept?"
"I do think have an idea," You replied "Do you have something I can draw it with?"
Pogo nodded as he pulled out a small notebook and pen before handing it over to you. You were still a little tipsy from the events of the night thus far but you managed to draw down your idea. Although, not as neat as you would've liked. Handing the notebook and pen back to him you gestured to the drawing and said,
"That, but with y'know with crisper, neater line work."
"Of course. It's an interesting drawing," Pogo commented "Does it have meaning?"
"Yeah. A lot." You softly answered before asking "Can you do it?"
"Of course, I can Ms. (Y/N)," Pogo replied confidently
"Let's get started then." You said
Sitting back in the chair, you looked at your left wrist where for years no image had been placed upon it, not even a drawing in Sharpie. Somehow every time you thought about the possibility of getting a tattoo your mind went right back to all the Hargreeves and the idea turned you off. But now you realized that you didn't like their tattoos because they were kids and didn't have a choice. It was like an impersonal branding that was shoved into their skin against their will. But you, you had a choice and the image you chose had meaning. You loved the Hargreeves but this was different. You were different. And the drawing actually stood for something good. Something personal and filled with love. You looked at the blank skin one last time as the tattoo needle pressed into your wrist leaving the beginnings of your image. It didn't hurt, maybe because your senses were already a little numb or maybe because you weren't afraid. Either way, the vibration of the machine felt neutral and so you closed your eyes and let Pogo do his work as you let your hesitations fade away.
Darkness turned into clarity as you blinked your eyes rapidly to focus on what was happening. You could feel the wind blowing in your face as some of your hair brushed against your skin. The sounds of your friends' joyful screams and shouts echoed around you as you looked around. With a large smile on his face, Dean was flooring the car down an empty backroad loudly complimenting his car Veronica for how fast she was going. Kenny and Bren shouted happily as they both leaned themselves out of the back left window. Lucas and Addison were making out as if the world was ending which, you had no problem with because it was. And Viktoria was laughing like a maniac even though it looked like she was about to be sick. You smiled as you took in the sights and sounds of your friends. They were so happy. You all were so happy together.
As you looked around you looked down at your wrist to see the tattoo you had drawn on the paper for Pogo now embedded into your skin. You remembered the needle pressing into your skin but after that, it became a blur. You couldn't remember anything else you might have talked about. You couldn't remember if you thanked him. If you said goodbye and gave him a hug. If you told him that he mattered to you still and for him to be safe.
You hoped you did.
Looking at the image, it was a circle with two smaller circles intersecting it on either side kind of like a Venn diagram. The large middle circle had eight equally distant lines sticking out of it with the two lines at the 9 and 3 positions going through the side circles cutting them in two. The three interlocking circles were reminiscent of a three-ring circus a reference to your nickname Ringmaster the way the others had gotten tattoos representing their nicknames.
But the tattoo had more meaning than that as each part represented someone in your life. The large circle in the center was you. The two intersecting circles on the sides represented your parents while the four smaller sections within those circles represented both Umbrella Academy Grace and 1960s Grace, and Eudora with a spot left open that you were unsure if you were going to assign yet or not. You were still working on those feelings. And then there were the 8 lines. ^ represented the friends you were with now, one was for Charlie, and the last was for Five. Although you hoped one day that perhaps the lines could also represent the seven umbrellas plus yourself. But that didn't seem likely and you were far happier with the thought process you had now.
You were happy now.
Overall, things weren't perfect. There was a lot that was wrong both with you and the world. But that didn't matter because at least the moments you were in right now were perfect and you wouldn't change them in the slightest. And so you were happy.
You had no clue what was going on at this point but honestly, it didn't matter. You were with your friends and you only hoped that these last five days of existence with them would feel like a lifetime.
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anapotatowriter · 2 years
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Perfection
Five Hargreeves x reader
A/N: Totally obsessed with him now... please send requests- Also, I spent much longer and wrote way more than I thought I would for this-
Summary: Y/N’s best friend’s brother is the one for her (geddit-)... also, three dumbasses try to set their brother up.
Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for Dirty Dancing, horrible knowledge of the years where these kids were still teenagers, Ben doesn’t die and Five doesn’t time travel to the apocalypse, Kinda proud of this!
ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (Even though everyone has probs already watched it-)
Requested: Not exactly, but I got the prompt from my bestie @art-junkie-13​ , who is honestly so brilliant for this! I literally loved writing this-
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“KLAUS!” I exclaimed, throwing another pebble at his window in the academy. Or so I thought. Just as I threw another pebble, the window slammed open, a different boy peeking out. He looked down at me in confusion before a frown settled on his face, just as the pebble hit him right on the forehead, making him grasp his forehead. I cringed immediately, way to set a good impression on your best friend’s siblings. “Wait, you’re not Klaus,” I said matter of factly, loud enough for the green-eyed brunette to hear. “Of course, I’m not Klaus. I’m his brother, Five Hargreeves,” said the boy with an appalled expression on his face as he rubbed at his head, making me nod and giggle softly at his reaction. “Well Five, can you please call Klaus?” I pleaded. “Sure,” the boy shrugged, disappearing from the window. I anxiously tapped my foot against the grass, biting the nail of my index finger as I glanced up occasionally at Five’s window. Suddenly, the luxurious doors of the academy slammed open, making me yelp in surprise as I fixed my stare at the door. “KLAUS!” I exclaimed happily when I saw my best friend, relief coating my features as I ran to the boy and enveloped him in a hug. “Y/N, hi! Come in,” said Klaus, hugging me tightly for a second before ushering me into the Academy, the door closing behind us. “Guess who got full marks in her oral presentation!” I explained as soon as we entered the living room, pausing my movements to give Klaus a proud smile and jazz hands. “I told you you’d do it!” celebrated Klaus, giving me a high five. “You know, you’re really not supposed to have outsiders over, Klaus,” said a voice from the shadows, making Klaus and I turn towards the source. Five stepped out, his hands in his pockets as he looked me up and down. “Oh please, what dear old daddy Reginald doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” said Klaus, practically throwing himself on the sofa. “Sorry for hitting you in the head,” I said, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. “YOU HIT HIM ON THE HEAD AND DIDN’T EVEN TAKE A PHOTO?! I AM INSULTED!” gasped Klaus dramatically from his place on the couch, making Five roll his eyes. “I am Y/N,” I said, smiling at him before holding out my hand. He looked at my hand for a moment before placing his hand in mine, shaking it confidently. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Though, I would advise you to leave soon. Reginald is a force to be reckoned with,” nodded the boy, making me smile gratefully. Five strolled away, and I turned back to Klaus, Ben soon joining us in our conversation. I left the house soon after, thoughts constantly flitting back to the green-eyed boy I had met for the first time.
As I frequented the Academy more often, the only person aware of my presence was Five, other than Klaus and Ben of course. Five would often frequent Klaus’s room, informing him, Ben, and I when another family member was arriving so that I would have the time to escape or hide. “Hey,” I said, knocking on the open door. Five looked up from his notebook and nodded as a way to tell me to come in. “Why are you doing maths and physics?” I groaned in disgust, looking at the familiar symbols I had seen on the blackboard this morning. “Time travel,” he explained simply, continuing his calculation. “Shouldn't this be 0.02 instead of 0.2?” I asked, pointing at the number in his notebook. “Hmm,” he nodded in appreciation, nodding before erasing the pencil marks and correcting the following steps. “Why don’t you come along?” I asked when he placed the pencil down. “What is it? Do you need some help?” he asked, looking up from his calculations. “Well… no? It would be cool if you could hang out with us though,” I shrugged, a surprised expression taking over his face. “What’s with the expression?” I chuckled, shoving him a little.  “Well, typically people find me… overbearing? Serious?” he said questioningly, making my heart sink slightly. “Oh well, you’re stuck with me then,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, grabbing the crook of his elbow between both my hands and pulling him along to Klaus’s room, which smelt distinctly of weed. That day, a small smile graced Five’s face that didn’t leave until I was beginning to depart. A small smile that made mine double in size. 
“Shit, shit, shit, late, late, late” I gasped under my breath as I ran out of my mother’s car into the Academy. “FIVE HARGREEVES, I NEED BLOODY HELP,” I yelled as soon as I slammed the double doors open, making all 7 kids look up from their plates, Reginald nowhere to be seen. “Who the fuck are you?” said one of the siblings menacingly, flipping a knife out and pointing it at me. “SHUT UP, KNIFE BOY, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS,” I snapped, too wound up and stressed to care about manners. “What is it Y/N? Don’t you have a bio presentation in like, five minutes?” asked Five calmly, getting up from his place and walking towards me. “You know her?” asked the blonde boy, who was surprised that his snarky brother even left the house long enough to meet a strange girl. “I’LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED! MY ALARM DIDN’T RING, I MISSED MY BUS, MY MOM IS ON A BUSINESS TRIP, AND DAD LEFT FOR WORK! AND I AM GETTING LATE FOR THE PRESENTATION IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL! SO, I STOLE MY MOM’S BLOODY CAR AND DROVE HERE SO THAT YOU CAN TELEPORT ME TO SCHOOL!” I yelled out without taking a breath while Klaus chuckled under his breath. “Y/N, you don’t have a fucking driver’s license, why would you even take a car- You know what, forget it,” said the boy, rolling his eyes as he grasped my hand and blinked away to school. “Thank you so much, Five Hargreeves! I fucking love you,” I gasped as I let go of his hand and ran towards the school block where the presentation was being held. 
 I sighed in relief when the presentation was over successfully. The school day passed slowly, the mounting pressure for the final exams at the end of the tenth grade looming over everyone’s heads. I clambered onto the bus, remembering to get off near the academy to pick up my mom’s car. As I went over to the car, a devious idea played in my mind, making me chuckle evilly as I stepped towards the academy instead. I stopped at the door and took a deep breath before running in screaming like I had done this morning. “FIVE,” I yelled, a panicked expression on my face. This time, I seemed to be interrupting lunchtime instead, Reginald was still not around. “What is it this time?” asked Five, his levels of anxiety rising. He stood up and I ran to him, turning his body towards me and grasping his shoulders tightly. I stood silent for a moment, making him apprehensively  say, “What is it, Y/N?” A small smile started spreading across my face, making Five go from stressed to confused and then just tired. “Seriously?” he asked as I started giggling, making him roll his eyes. “You should have seen your face! Oh, that was hilarious,” I choked out, and I distinctly heard Klaus and Ben laughing along with me. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Klaus’s friend! Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself properly earlier,” I said, smiling at the remaining people. “Wait, Klaus’s friend? I thought Five started sneaking out,” said the blonde, making me chuckle. “Nah, I met Klaus when I was on my way back from school and he was running away from Ben,” I said, chuckling at the memory of Klaus ramming into me like a freight train, making both of us fall over and get covered in mud. “I’ve also kinda been sneaking around your house to hang out with these people,” I said, pointing at my three friends. “Oh, that was the girl's voice I heard,” said the only girl, and I nodded at her statement. “Well, I’m Allison,” she said, smiling warmly at me. “I’m Luther,” said the blonde, nodding his head firmly. “Diego,” said one of the boys, flipping a knife in his hand and scanning me. “I’m Viktor,” said the last boy, waving shyly at me. “I should go and take my mom’s car back home before dad finds out I stole it,” I said, smiling at the family. “Need my help with anything, Y/N? Anything I can do?” asked Five, making me turn towards him, his hand a few inches away from mine. “Just don’t overexert yourself working on those equations and don’t drink seven cups of coffee in the next twelve hours,” I half-joked, grasping his hand for a second as a symbol of reassurance. “And you don’t get arrested for underage driving,” joked back Five, his hold on my hand just as tight. “Best of luck with your English Mocks on Monday,” he said, making me smile at the small detail he remembered. “Yeah, thanks,” I said, looking up into his beautiful eyes that were filled with sincerity, affection, and another emotion I couldn’t quite place. He smiled a little as my eyes remained locked together. “Auf wiedersehen,” chimed in Klaus in German from his spot on the dining table, making me snap away from Five, my hand pulling out of his grasp, the whole family’s eyes on us. “Bye,” I said, skipping away from the room, a burning feeling in my cheeks and a fluttering in my stomach I could identify the cause of. My fingers tingled as I missed the warmth Five’s hands provided to my otherwise cold ones. As I left the room, I saw Klaus nudging Ben slightly with his elbow, a sneaky smile shared between the two that aroused my suspicion. I didn’t notice another pair of eyes that were following my movement, black almost completely overcrowding the green of his irises.
“And best of luck with your exams,” the teacher said over the bell that rang, marking the end of the school year, and the beginning of the exams after the weekend. The mounting stress seemed to direct me to the Hargreeves mansion instead of my own home. I went to the back gardens, right in front of Klaus’s window, pulling my arm back to throw a pebble. I hesitated, however, before moving to Five’s window instead. I threw the pebble, which clinked against the glass. A few seconds later, the window opened and Five looked out and down at me. “Y/N, wrong window,” he said, going back inside before I stopped him. “I kinda wanted to talk to you,” I said, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Okay,” he said, disappearing from the window and appearing right next to me before placing me in his room. “I’m so stressed,” I said as soon as he closed his bedroom door, making his face relax. “About exams?” he questioned, sitting down at his desk as I lay down on his bed. “Yeah! I just don’t want to fail them, or else I stand no chance in university,” I sighed, playing with the threads of his sheets. The smell of coffee and old books that radiated from the sheets calmed down the anxious fluttering in my stomach, the smell familiar. “Y/N, you’re smart, you’ll do amazing,” said Five, moving his rolling chair towards me and grabbing my shoulder, rubbing his thumb in circles. “Thanks, but exams don’t test your smartness, do they? They test your ability to remember what you learned, and I am so bloody forgetful,” I groaned, looking up at the boy with sad eyes. “How about we go to the kitchen? Fires always seem to calm you,” suggested the boy, making me smile slightly and nod. He walked forwards before glancing back at me, waiting for me to get up. I pushed myself off the bed and walked toward him, and we walked together to the kitchens. Grace seemed to be in the painting area, since the kitchen was empty of everyone other than three mischief makers, Klaus, Ben, and Diego. “Hey,” I said to the three of them, making them all grin back at me from the plate of cookies they were chewing. “Why are you here, Y/N? And why didn’t you meet me first?” complained Klaus as Five dragged a chair out from under the table and offered it to me. I shrugged before climbing onto the table and sitting cross-legged on the edge of it. Five rolled his eyes but chuckled a bit, sitting down on the chair he had pulled up instead. “Are you okay, Y/N?” asked Klaus, diverting my attention away from Five. “Huh? Oh, just a bit stressed, honestly… exams in two days, you know,” I said, picking at my nails in agitation. “Want some hot chocolate? I know you like chocolate,” offered Ben, making me grin and nod immediately. “How do you want it?” he asked, moving away from the now empty plate of cookies and towards the kitchen cabinet where the ingredients were kept. “One spoon of cocoa-” I started when I was interrupted by five saying, “Two spoons of sugar, half a spoon of instant coffee and marshmallows.” “Thanks,” I hummed, and the boy nodded his head. Klaus and Diego’s jaws dropped open, while Ben just seemed to smile. “Here,” said Ben, handing me the cup of hot cocoa. I took a sip and grinned before saying, “Absolutely perfect!” I turned to look at Five, who was already looking at me with a small smile on his face. “You’re amazing Five, thank you!” I said, taking slow sips of the cocoa before beginning to converse with the three other siblings in the room, consistently glancing back at the boy just as he looked away. The mischievous glint in the eyes of the three siblings made me wary as I said goodbye to the four of them. I soon left the Academy, armed with the lingering comfort that I got from spending time with the Hargreeves. Or, a particular Hargreeves.
“And that’s the last exam!” exclaimed the invigilator when the clock ticked to 12, making us all jump up in excitement. Cheers filled the school halls as exams giving students streamed out of their classrooms into the corridors, chattering excitedly. I stayed back for a few minutes, thanking the invigilator who laughed and told me to enjoy my summer. I stepped out of the school building, giddy with happiness. There was one location on my mind, the Hargreeves mansion. When I looked up from the steps that lead into school, however, I noticed a familiar group of four people standing on the side, all the students gossiping about them and staring as they walked by. I squealed excitedly, running up to the group, grinning widely. I immediately first pummelled into Five, hugging him tightly. He froze for a second before relaxing and placing his hands on my waist, the ends of his fingertips touching behind my back. “Hey Five,” I said, and he replied with a chuckle. I split away from him a bit, his grip tight on my waist still as I gazed into his eyes, a small smile playing on my lips. “Hey, pay some attention to the rest of us too,” whined Klaus, immediately making me pull away from Five to see Ben elbowing Klaus. I chuckled, hugging Klaus, then Ben, and finally Diego. “How did you guys escape the clutches of Sir Reginald Hargreeves,” I said, making wriggling my fingers to impersonate a ghost when mentioning the man’s name. “He’s gone for a business meeting, which leaves our mansion free for 24 hours! You can come to visit and we can watch a movie!” said Ben happily, his brown eyes glinting with excitement. “So, have you guys watched Dirty Dancing?” I asked, intertwining elbows with Ben and Klaus and pulling them along to the route to my home, Five and Diego walking backward ahead of us to face us. “Can’t say I have,” shrugged Five, making me gasp in mock horror. “It’s 2008 and you still haven’t watched Dirty Dancing? Horrific, we are watching that today,” I decided. I told the boys to wait outside while I greeted my parents, informed them of my plans, and picked up the DVD of Dirty Dancing, along with a few other films. 
Soon, the seven Hargreeves, and I were gathered around their television, and the news channel quickly switched to Dirty Dancing. “Here,” said Five, handing me some popcorn as he passed everyone’s snacks around. “Is this-” I asked before he said, “Cheese popcorn and butter popcorn half and half? Yes,” he said, and I smiled before digging into the popcorn. Five, Diego and I were on the largest couch, Allison and Luther on the smaller one, Ben and Viktor on the third one while Klaus decided to sit on the floor. I curled up into Five’s side, his arm looping around my waist as I got comfortable watching the movie, putting popcorn in my mouth once in a while. “The way I feel when I’m with you!” exclaimed Baby through the screen to Johnny, a wide grin on my face that had started moments before she had begun talking. “It’s so romantic!” I squealed, and Five chuckled slightly from my left at my reaction, making me smack his arm while keeping my eyes on the screen, the empty popcorn box now thrown haphazardly on the side. “I wish I was brave enough to confess to the guy I like,” I sighed, placing my chin on my knuckles before my eyes widened as I realized what I said. “WHAT?!” yelled Klaus and Allison excitedly, making me wince. Five’s grip tightened on my waist. “Y/N,” said Klaus encouragingly, turning his head around to face me. “Klaus,” I replied, nodding disapprovingly. “WHO IS HE?!” yelled Allison, making me roll my eyes. “Irrelevant, Baby is about to sleep with Johnny!” I exclaimed, attempting to distract everyone from me and back to the movie. “Shut up,” said Diego, rolling his eyes and switching off the television. “Just tell us something Y/N,” pleaded Viktor while Ben winked at Klaus, making my brows furrow in confusion. “Ugh, fine,” I groaned, making everyone squeal in delight. Everyone except Five, who had his teeth clenched and an unreadable expression on his face when I looked up at him. I sat up a little in response to his harsh demeanor, adjusting how I sat. “We’re just friends, I haven’t got the guts to confess to him yet. He can be aggravating, and stubborn, that’s just how he is. But he’s loyal, and trustworthy, and he is the smartest person I have ever met. When I look at him, I see… perfection,” I explained, trying to find the best way I could describe Five, without revealing his identity. “Awwww,” said Klaus, making me roll my eyes. “Can we continue the movie now?” I asked and Diego complied, the beginnings of a smirk on his face, along with Klaus and Ben.  I leaned back on the head of the sofa, crossing my arms as I glanced at Five’s side profile. He seemed to be glaring at the screen with a fit of newfound anger, sparking hope in me which I quickly put down. 
I left the mansion soon after the movie was over, vowing to all the siblings to visit them later and explore a bit while their dad was still away. “Meet us at the edge of the park,” Klaus had told me as I said goodbye, Five pointedly looking away from me, which made my heart sink to my stomach. The following day I took the bus toward the park I was directed to, only to see no one there, other than the few families and couples who frequented these public spaces. I walked around the park, wondering where the Hargreeves were. Suddenly, I heard a familiar apparition next to me. “Five?” I asked, turning around to see the brunette standing behind me, his hands in his pockets. My heart thrummed in happiness to see the boy, though the twinge of disappointment pulled me down as I saw the emotionless expression on his face. “Where’s Klaus, Ben, and Diego?” he asked flatly, confusion overtaking my mind. “I thought you would bring them with you?” I asked, making him shake his head. “Klaus, Ben, and Diego left about an hour ago, saying that they’ll join you first. I left just now, Allison, Luther, and Viktor will be coming along a little later,” clarified Five, making me tilt my head in confusion. “The park is only 20 minutes away from your place, and I searched the whole park already. Where are they then?” I asked, making the boy shrug, the lack of interaction from him stinging. “Well, let’s just walk around then?” I asked. The boy hesitated for a second, making me bite the inside of my cheek in hurt before he said, “Sure.” We walked around the park, soon approaching the flower garden that was the main center of attraction, though it was not as crowded at present. I plopped down onto the ground, plucking a flower and twisting the step violently around my fingers to calm my nerves. Five sat down next to me, keeping a small distance between the two of us. We sat in comfortable silence for some time, despite the barely palpable tension between the two of us. “I didn’t like it,” said Five, making me turn to him. He was staring ahead, pointedly looking away from me. “Didn’t like what?” I asked, making the boy look down at the ground and play with the grass. When he didn’t respond, I felt a twinge of confidence strike my heart as I felt I had an inkling of what he was talking about. “You want to know a secret?” I asked, making him look at me in bewilderment and nod hesitatingly. I leaned towards his ear, before taking a hold of his jaw, tilting his face towards me and kissing him. I felt him inhale sharply before responding with equal fervor, making me smile into the kiss. We split apart, leaving our foreheads together, breathing steadily although my heart seemed to be pumping out of my chest. “I think I quite liked that secret,” he murmured, making me laugh softly. “You think Klaus, Ben, and Diego planned this?” I asked, making the boy nod. “Definitely. Did you see the expressions they have been making?” he asked rhetorically, making me laugh harder. “You think I’m perfection?” he asked, making my laughter stop slowly as he looked into my eyes with slight insecurity as he recalled the words I had said last night. “Absolutely,” I said honestly, making him smile a little as I admired the hair that fell on his face. “I think you’re perfection too,” he said, making me beam at the sincere expression on his face. 
Soon, the rest of the Hargreeves joined us, though Five and I did nothing to reveal what had occurred minutes prior. Three out of the seven siblings held disappointed expressions, which made Five and I share secret smirks. Soon, the afternoon drew to a close, signaling that Reginald Hargreeves would soon be reaching home to ruin the perfectly good day. “Bye all of you,” I said sadly as the Hargreeves waved at me, equally sad expressions on their faces. I walked towards the bus and climbed in, buying a ticket for the road nearest to my home. I glanced back through the open door of the bus where everyone stood, including my new lover. He smiled, the small dimples on his face highlighted by the goofy grin. I bit my lower lip for a second before getting off the bus and running to the boy, pulling him in a soft kiss. “Bye, my love,” I whispered before running back to the bus, just as it left the stop. I waved at the Hargreeves through the window, though all of them seemed to be transfixed on their brother, who was frozen and blushing vehemently. Just as they were out of my vision, I saw Klaus, Diego, and Ben immediately start ambushing their brother with questions as he continued to stare at the departing vehicle. I chuckled softly, sighing in exhilaration before leaning back in my seat.
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cannibalizedyke · 2 years
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Forever
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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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stvrchaser · 2 years
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destined or doomed?
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( pairing ) : five hargreeves x reader
( about ) : five makes a discovery about his future self and the life he’s setting himself up for
( warnings ) : angst, five being oblivious so they’re kind of a mess (don't worry, there’s fluff at the end. they stressed me out so i thought they deserved a happy moment before i inevitably destroy them)
( words ) : 2600
( note ) : you know that scene in ep4 where five finds out his future self invents the place that literally made him a killer who had to live with the guilt of every life he’s taken but then they never talk about it again? yeah. here’s my take on the mental breakdown that could have ensued after that. (oh and watch out for a pt2. did you really think i was gonna end the pain here?)
edit: here’s part 2 !!
“All that will be left is… oblivion.”
It’s a chilling warning to begin with, a prophesied forthcoming of the end — the end of everything. Uneasiness pricks at your skin, your mind unsure of how to process what you’re seeing and hearing. Here lies the creator of the sole protector of order across the timelines and he’s… unanticipated. He’s a simultaneous friend and stranger.
It’s a chilling warning to begin with, a prophesied forthcoming of the end — the end of everything. Uneasiness pricks at your skin, your mind unsure of how to process what you’re seeing and hearing. Here lies the creator of the sole protector of order across the timelines and he’s… unanticipated. He’s a simultaneous friend and stranger.
He’s Five Hargreeves, decades into the future, the barely breathing image of Death.
“What do you mean?” Lila inquires, similarly baffled by the scene at play.
“This is what you have coming,” Five tells his younger self. Of all the abnormalities you’ve been dealing with in the past couple of weeks, this takes the cake by far. In between supernatural abilities, the end of the world, and all the moments in between, this seems the most ridiculous, somehow. You would have never imagined, not in your wildest dreams, that Five — so full of fire and life for as long as you’ve known each other — would someday be reduced to gaunt remains to power the ruins of the Commission. It’s just not right. Five is meant to see the world, to immerse himself in the wonderful things it has to offer. He’s not supposed to be tied down to a machine, stripped of life and humanity.
“Listen to me, you ass,” Five begins. Frustrated, he seems tempted to throttle himself for answers. “I just spent the last 20 days running around, saving the world from apocalypses, only to keep trying to save the world. Now I’m stuck in this pubescent body, my hormones are raging, and all I wanna do is go out and buy a 1970s Corvette Stingray.” He speaks through gritted teeth, low and intended entirely for himself. You hurt for him, really. He’s so tired all the time. He deserves a break, you figure. All versions of him.
“Take it easy on him, Five,” you say. Is it strange to feel sympathy for this distant imitation of the Five you know? It should be, considering he’s lived years ahead of the man you’re familiar with. He’s barely even looked at you. Should he matter to you? Is it possible that this version of Five doesn’t know you? But regardless of whether or not you’re acquainted, they’re the same, aren’t they? Five Hargreeves will always be stubborn, and it seems heroics are also in his nature. He intends to repair, to salvage. He wouldn’t live his last prolonged breaths in this facility if he didn’t have a greater purpose.
“Maybe they’re right,” Lila agrees, giving you a weary look. “He’s hanging by a thread. It might be best if—”
“This is between me and myself, so stay out of it.” Under different circumstances, you might berate him for being rude, but you understand his distress. Instead, you stay silent, settling for giving Lila an apologetic look. “Thank you,” he mutters, appreciative.
The second that he turns back to you, you try to look calm. You try to show him the unconditional support he’ll always have so long as you’re around, hoping to somehow communicate it as genuinely as humanly possible. If it works, you’re not sure. Five turns away almost immediately.
“Now, this Kugelblitz, it isn’t some tiny leak that we can fix by patching a couple of pinholes. It’s a giant trash compactor which is grinding up the universe and consuming it whole. So tell me how you stop it!” Guiltily, you watch him tremble with rage. A part of you, despite wanting to grant him space and privacy, feels helpless. You want to help, but Five has always insisted he do things alone. If you were to offer, would he even accept?
“Whatever you do,” his older counterpart gasps, the steady beeping of his heart monitor gradually quickening, “…don't save the world.”
What?
Now, that doesn’t sound like the Five you know. What happened to the man so desperate to save his family? What happened to that insufferable determination to live?
“Dont… or you will lose everything that matters.” For a second, you think the older Five purposefully turns to you, almost as if he’s talking directly to you. For the first time, he meets your gaze. Unexpectedly, he looks mournful. Why? What does he have to mourn? He’s the one dying, not you. What is he grieving? Suddenly, you think you did know each other, after all.
Until when?
“What do you mean, don't save… Five!” he panics as the whirring of the machine starts to die down. His older self has gone still, eyes blank and his body lifeless. “No,” Five starts again. “How do I fix this?”
You reach forward, searching for a pulse. You flinch at the contact but don’t find the steady rhythm you’re hoping for. This confounding remainder of a man, despite passing merely seconds ago, feels cold. He’s completely and utterly lifeless and his lack of consciousness is almost tangible. It was almost as if you could feel that his soul had parted with his body.
“He's dead, Five.” He inhales a sharp breath like he might start crying. Expectedly, he turns away from you. He hides. Five has a tendency to seclude himself behind a set of walls that you insist aren’t necessary. He turns to them anyway, a constant companion and a trusted salvation. 
“Can I have the room?”
“Five, do you really think that’s a good idea?” You know it isn’t. It isn’t healthy at all to let anyone bottle up their emotions the way he does. Still, you respect his decision when he inevitably declines the offer. He’s grieving. He needs time. What he needs, you’ll give.
“Y/N, please. I need the room.” You sigh.
“Alright. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
 ミ★
Five hasn’t talked about it since you left. He insisted on coming back to the hotel. Immediately. Yes, you decided to grant him his respite, but you assumed he would at least bring it up. Why won’t he bring it up?
“I know you want to ask. Go ahead,” he offers. Turned away, pouring himself another glass of wine or vodka or whatever the end of the world has to offer for refreshments, Five is impossible to read. His voice doesn’t betray any hint of emotion and neither will his face.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” You bristle.
“What’s the point of letting me ask if you’re going to lie to me anyway?”
“I just watched myself die.”
“I know, Five. I was there. Why else do you think I’m so worried?” He turns in his chair, still emotionless when he meets your gaze. If two opposites are supposed to neutralize each other, you’ve defeated the odds. He’s too calm, uncaring, and it makes your blood boil.
“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He doesn’t even snap at you. Sure, he sounds exhausted but that’s all there is to it — tiredness. Not at all does he seem interested in solving the issue at hand. He’s not calculating the odds, mind almost loud enough to be heard, not like he was the first two times he’d tried to save the world. 
“Well, how do you feel, for starters?
“I was… what? One-hundred?” he dismisses, incredulously considering the circumstances, “I’d lived an entire lifetime ahead of myself now. What do I have to sympathize with? Chances are he barely remembers anything from this point in time.”
“What do you — what do you have to sympathize with?” you echo, outraged. “It’s you, Five! You just watched yourself, fifty or so years into the future hooked up to machines. And for what? So you could keep the Commission running? You know what that place can do to a person. Aren’t you upset about that?”
“Apparently not, seeing as I created it.”
“And nothing about that seems off to you? I mean, not just for yourself right now, but what about everyone else? What about others, people like me and Lila, who were… that place robbed us all of everything, Five. Do you honestly believe that you could make the Commission knowing all that you do right now?”
“We don’t know what will happen between now and then.”
“If we don’t even try to save the world, we’ll never find out.” He takes a moment to consider your point. At least, you hope that’s what he’s doing, not forming another argument.
“Why does this mean so much to you?” It’s your turn to hesitate. Why does it? Mean so much to you, that is. If the Commission is established in this timeline, the guilt isn’t placed on you. You won’t be repeating history. Five will.
But why should he? You don’t think it’s a decision you’ll ever understand, certainly not one you’ll ever agree with. But when he does, what happens to the two of you? Is this how you lose each other? 
Because I never would have let you do this to yourself all over again, you want to say. Because the only reason you could have ever done this is if I wasn’t there to stop you.
“Why does it mean so little to you?”
“I would have never met you if it weren’t for the Commission,” he says, and it stings because he’s right. The two of you would have never met. But what does that matter in comparison to the universe at risk? Five could live on without you. He already has.
“That price… in exchange for the life you should have had. If you gain the power between now and later to start the Commission, you’ll have the power to go home, Five. You can fix the problem before your younger self even finds out about it. There doesn’t have to be an apocalypse. Viktor doesn’t have to be the catalyst. You don’t have to be the savior. You wouldn’t have to worry about all this.” You try to contain your tears, blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. “You can save yourself. You can save your family.”
“You know that’s not how it works. I can’t meddle with time for my own benefit. That’s not the purpose of the Commission.”
“This isn’t about the Commission, it’s about you! The whole point of me starting this conversation is because I care about you!”
Five internally, but visibly, battles with himself in the futile attempt to understand what this entails. You care about him. You care about him? To the same extent that he cares for a good bottle of whiskey or a fresh brew of black coffee? Care in the same way he cared about preventing the apocalypse twenty days ago?
Or could it be possible that you care about him as much as he cares about you?
“You… care about me?” he asks, hesitantly. You scoff because it’s absolutely ridiculous.
“How could you possibly not know that by now?”
“What does that even mean?” he asks like the wind has been knocked out of his lungs.
He’s an idiot. That’s the only way to explain how this is all unfolding.
“You’re really gonna make me say it right now? Mid-argument?”
“Say what?”
“That I love you!”
Five can feel the world stop spinning beneath his feet. Or maybe it’s spinning too fast. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit. Maybe the Kugelblitz had come early and he’d experienced a death so merciful that he didn’t even realize he was dead. He’s in the afterlife, isn’t he? It’s the only plausible explanation. But, wait. That can’t be. He never particularly liked making you angry. Mean, maybe, but never angry. Especially not with him.
“Hello? Earth to Five? What? Did you short-circuit or something?”
“You love me,” he echoes without much thought. It isn’t that he doubts the meaning. He just needs to hear it again, from his own mouth, to make sure it’s real.
“Yes, I fucking love you!”
“Why are you angry?”
“Because you’re pissing me off!”
 Something about the passion, albeit unideal for a love confession, sparks something in him. He feels it bloom in his chest, climbing his veins and enclosing his entire body in thrill and relief all at once. Before he can consider what it means, he’s surging forward, pulling you in for a kiss.
Your open mouths collide and he isn’t too sure if it’s because you’d initially intended to welcome the kiss or if he'd interrupted your attempt to yell at him some more. If it’s the latter, your better judgement goes flying out the window because fuck if this doesn’t feel as good as you’d always imagined. He’s so warm and so gentle and so endearingly clumsy that it only makes you want to pull him closer. He tastes like good coffee — only the best — and you decide right then and there to let him have as many as he’d like if he’ll let you taste it on his lips again.
Five forgets how to think altogether.
“I love you,” he confesses in the split second that your lips part.
“What?” You freeze.
Oh. He’d said that out loud.
“I—”
“This isn’t… We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this.” 
Five thinks he’ll fall to the floor and beg if it meant you could do it again.
You pull away, ashamed that you’ve forgotten how vulnerable he is. Five had just seen something unimaginably traumatic and, here you are, taking advantage of the situation.
Five doesn’t mind it so much. He doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, he’d entirely forgotten about the matter at hand. What had you two been fighting about? Is it the annihilation of all mankind? Is it the Commission?
“I’m so so sorry. You just watched yourself die, Five.” Oh, there’s that, too. “I don’t think this is the time. I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking.”
“The time? Y/N, this is all the time we have,” he reminds you, his tone urgent while he continues to catch his breath.
“Not if we keep trying! We could have so much more than — what? Two days? We could have years.” Five sighs guiltily, and his stance on the subject is clear.
“If I try to save the world, that only means I live long enough to witness something worse than this — something terrible enough to make me want to create the Commission. You were right. I don’t want that any more than you do.” He takes a breath, his shoulders shaking as he does, and gets ahold of your hands, rubbing circles onto the back of your palms in attempt to calm you or himself, possibly both. He doesn’t look up again, just stares at your hands intertwined. “Besides, seeing as I live until… At some point, you’re not going to be there. I don’t want to have to live through that. I love you too much for that.”
You step closer, freeing one of your hands from his grasp to tilt his chin upward. Forced to meet your gaze, he stills, afraid. The expression is so foreign on his face and you want to wipe it away, forbid fear from marring someone so wonderful. So, you press a soft kiss to his lips, reveling in the feeling once again. This time, there’s less tension — only passion as you memorize the curve of his mouth and the languid caress of his hand across your cheek.
This is heaven. This is peace. You will take as much of it as you can, freed of the fear that, one day, either of you will have to live without it.
“You won’t have to. I won’t let that happen.”
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silky-slinky · 2 years
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A WHOLE NEW YOU !
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FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER !
FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !
A/N: I'M SUPER SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST !
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Your head throbbed in pain from the time-traveling you and the Hargreeves siblings did. Stumbling through the alleyway, a groan left your lips from the bright light. As you looked around the alleyway, none of the Hargreeves siblings were behind you, in front of you, or anywhere for that matter.
Finally stepping out to the alleyway, you made your way through the sidewalk. You noticed the fact that the people were wearing much more vintage clothes than normal, and that they were looking at your clothes with confusion.
A newspaper was flying due to the windy weather that day. Taking the newspaper just in time before it flew away in a different direction, reading the date that was pasted right on top. It read '1962' in big bold letters along with the day and month.
As a result of the disappearance of your own not blood-related family, you opted for an escape. The many nights you've spent thinking of where they could be, thinking of whether they were alive or dead, thinking of what happened to Five, and what went wrong for you to end up in this timeline.
Months passed by, and you changed, of course, being that your environment and people around you also changed. You've thought of every single distraction from your life before. You thought you might as well have a fresh start since you were practically stuck here.
You've also made friends along the way. A woman named Donna who you met in a kindergarten school while you were working as an assistant for one of the teachers. Her child is named Lori, one of the few children there that you adored. The school was kind enough to let you work there, seeing that they needed a few extra hands to help them with the children.
Yet by nightfall, you and Donna were both in a gang that specialized in gambling. She introduced you to the head of the gang, giving her a good word in for you so that you could join. The gang was known for being classy while playing, of course, one of the best gamblers there. The thrill of being a goody-two-shoes in the daytime while being a gambler at night excited you. And for a moment, you forgot about what your life was like with the Hargreeves.
Many more months passed, and there wasn't a day you didn't think about the boy named Five Hargreeves. So many questions are unanswered, and so many thoughts running through your head at all times.
You've missed how Klaus could barge into a room high as a kite. You've missed how Diego would purposely miss his shots when throwing his knives at you when both of you were having arguments. You've missed how Allison would play with your fingers when you sat next to her. You've missed how Viktor would smile at you at any chance he could get. You've missed how Luther would carry heavy things for you when you couldn't. And of course, you've missed Five's presence.
Unbeknownst to you, Five was in your timeline. In Dallas, Texas. Where the others also resided.
Five walked past a small donut shop, him side-eyeing the glass, seeing people eat their donuts and drink their coffees. Then he saw a familiar side profile. A side profile he spent hours staring at, the very side profile he fell in love with. Even with your brand new hairstyle, brand new clothes, brand new everything, he knew you all too well.
A chime of a bell could be heard when he nearly broke the door open when he barged in. All eyes on him, his eyes on yours. Your hands flew up to your mouth in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. Those many nights you've spent crying from worrying too much about Five were all dismissed when you finally saw him, very much alive, in front of you.
Almost tackling him to the ground, giving him the tightest hug you've given anyone. The other people in the donut shop looked at both of you as if you were two crazy people. Perhaps they were right, perhaps both of you were two crazy people. Two crazy people that are in love, that is.
You first pulled away from the bone-crushing hug, your hands scrambling up to feel his face. “Are you really real?” Five grinned at your state, his hands holding both of your wrists in place on his face.
“Yes, I am very much real.” Five's grin never once left his face.
You would squeal in delight if it weren't for being in the middle of a donut shop. You took one more look at his face, analyzing his features once more as you took a loving kiss from his lips.
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THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST !
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ch0c0-cake · 2 years
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Let Go
five hargreeves x gn!reader
part two
part three
summary - getting teleported to the literal end of the world isn’t too fun, especially when you lose the person you came there with. (I might do a part 2?)
warnings - mention of death, cursing, angst, unaliving thoughts
note - this is set before viktor comes out, although i will be using his correct name and pronouns
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What you definitely were not expecting that day was to be dragged out by your best friend and start time traveling all willy-nilly. It was supper time for The Umbrella Academy last time you had checked, thus you were simply sitting on the balcony of the home you shared with your guardian(s), which just so happened to be two buildings over from the home of the Hargreeves ‘household’.
After your guardian discovered your powers that consisted of telekinetic abilities, they had started searching for a solution. For about a decade they had searched endlessly. A cure, something. Anything. When you were thirteen, they had barged into your room and proudly announced you two were moving. They found something. While the two of you were in the car, you were handed a magazine with six children on the front, deemed The Umbrella Academy.
“So, your solution is for me to join a group of superheroes?” You had asked skeptically, eyeing a particularly cute boy on the front. “After all the shit I’ve broken, I don’t think a superhero group would be the best for me.”
“Language,” they had said. “Mr. Hargreeves trained these children himself, not knowing their powers fully at first. He agreed to train you almost immediately after I told him of your capabilities. Wanna know what’s funny, too? Those children have the same exact birthday as you! Isn’t that wild?”
“…small world.” You sighed out.
Meeting the family was interesting to say the least. When you and your guardian first entered the building, a boy showed up and started yelling about how you were intruders, straight up tossing a knife at you from the doorframe. It swerved and about impaled your guardian in the chest, but it stopped when you furrowed your eyes at it and it flew back and stuck into the wall next to the boy.
That had been your first introduction to the kids you’d be spending pretty much all your time with. Reginald’s training was hardcore, that’s for sure. You remembered crying and throwing up countless times due to how hard he pushed you. However, there was one boy who was there to pull your hair back and offer you water when this happened.
Number Five.
He didn’t have a normal name like Luther or Klaus, which you found strange, but he tended to stick around.
One time you had asked him a question after he’d gotten you some water after another night of crying and throwing up your insides.
“Why do you help me so much?”
And his response was what made you decide that you wanted to stick with Five for a while.
“Well, unlike my siblings…you’re tolerable.” He had smiled ever so slightly at you. “You’re strong, even without Dad’s training. I sorta admire you, y’know? I dunno, maybe we could be partners or something like that.”
You and Five were partners in crime ever since then. You guys did everything together. Reginald didn’t seem to appreciate this, since apparently in his words…
“Being too close to somebody can jeopardize a mission. Friends, lovers, they are all just liabilities.”
The both of you weren’t meant to spend as much time together like you had been doing, but you were teenagers. One of which had the ability to teleport. Five always had a sort of brash and rebellious nature. He hated being told what to do. So when Reggie instructed him not to bother with his time travel idea, he was pissed. You knew Five had secretly developing this little formula and trying to time travel, you’d sometimes sit quietly in his room while he made calculations. You didn’t know if you liked his idea. Five was dead-set on it, and he got a little irritated when you spoke against it.
“Cinco, are you sure this is…the best idea?” You brought up the idea quietly, tearing your eyes away from the book you were reading.
“…” the only sound that you got back was the pen meeting the paper Five was meticulously writing upon.
“Five.” You spoke up a little, drawing him out of his little trance.
“Hm? I would really appreciate no interruptions, Eight.”
Of course, you weren’t officially in the Hargreeves family, and you didn’t have a tattoo or number. But Five always thought of you as a partner, thus he gave you an unofficial number.
“Yeah, I know.” You said, placing a bookmark in your book and laying it on the bed. “Just…I have a few…concerns.” You stood and walked to Five, laying a hand on his shoulder.
“What do you mean concerns?” He frowned, looking up at you.
“Well like…what if you get hurt or something y’know?” You voiced. “Like, yeah, time travel is awesome and all. Reggie could be right, you know.”
Five’s brows furrowed. “What? Come on, I know you’re better than that. He just doesn’t understand.” He sneered a little.
You shrugged. “I dunno, I guess I don’t understand either. I don’t want you risking your life over something like this.” You said with a sigh and decided to leave the conversation, not wanting to bother arguing with Five. He was a very stubborn boy. You picked up your book and continued reading.
Then you heard a familiar sound and a flash of blue light popped up in the corner of your eye. The mattress sunk down next to you and your book was suddenly taken out of your hands and tossed on the ground.
“Hey now,” Five’s hands were on your shoulders and he had you look at him. “I just need you to trust me, okay? We’re partners after all. Imagine all the amazing things I could do with this!” He said, hope shining in his eyes. “That we could do!”
You couldn’t stop a smile from appearing. “You’re so ambitious, Cinq.” You marveled, putting your hand on one of his. “You just have to promise you’ll be careful.”
“Always am, Huit.”
That didn’t turn out too well.
Five teleported to your balcony. “Come on. I think I have it figured out, and I am about to prove this old man wrong.” He grabbed your copy of Frankenstein from your hand and shoved it into his inside pocket before taking your now-empty hand.
“Five, what are you talking about?!” You asked as he kept a firm grip on your hand, a wave of nausea going over you as the boy teleported the both of you to the sidewalk, walking with you. His grip on your hand stayed tight, forcing you to up your pace to keep up with him.
“You’ll see, my dear friend.” He said with a mischievous grin. He sped up his pace and you heard the familiar warping sound of him teleporting, only this time…
The trees were red, brown, orange, and yellow. They fluttered to the ground and different people than before walked by.
“Five! Did you-” you stopped yourself when you saw a huge grin on your best friend’s face. His eyes shone like a thousand fireflies. You had never seen him this excited. “Can you do it again?!”
“Just what I wanted to hear, partner. Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”
After another flash of blue, a chill suddenly blew through your being. White, delicate snowflakes descended down from the gray clouds above. The trees were bare and not many people roamed the streets.
You laughed from excitement, joy, and adrenaline. You two were time-traveling. You didn’t think it would be possible.
“I think I underestimated you, my dear partner!”
“I told you so, didn’t I?” Five grinned, squeezing your hand, staring at the look of wonder in your eyes. Have you always had eyes like that? He wondered.
“Oh, Five! Can you take me somewhere else?” You laughed, touching some snowflakes that fluttered around the both of you.
“For you my dear friend, anywhere.” He breathed out, keeping his fast pace. “Just don’t let go!”
You both kept running and running, and you braced yourself for another change in scenery. Would it be springtime? How far could Five take both of you? You heard that familiar noise and then…
He let go.
As soon as you felt his warm hand disappear from yours, you stopped and took in the scenery around you. If you could even call it scenery.
More like hell.
The skies were muddied with dust, smoke and ash billowing up into the air casually. The buildings that were previously standing tall and proud had been reduced to rubble all around. The once lively and bustling city you were able to call home was now…nothing. Red and orange flames licked around the ground, the smoke coming from them causing you to begin coughing. Wind blew your hair into your face, but only one thought occurred to you.
Five.
A broken gasp escaped your throat, before crying out. “Five!” It was almost as if you’d forgot how to say anything else. “Five?! Five!” Without thinking, your legs started moving and you started wandering aimlessly. Screaming out his name until your throat went dry was all you could think to do. With every cry, hopelessness and despair pulled you down. Where could he have gone?
Tripping on a pile of rubble, wet tears fell down your face as you hit the ground. Five was nowhere to be seen. Blood slowly trickled down your nose from where you landed, and you glanced to where you had tripped. A scream was ripped from your throat from seeing the dirty, lifeless face of Klaus Hargreeves. You tried to fight against the thought that nobody was left, but you felt as if you had to face that reality. Not a single soul was left in sight.
With shaky hands, you used your power to lift the rubble away from Klaus’ face, flinching at the sight. Moving more bricks away, the bodies of the other members of the academy were discovered. Except for Five and Viktor. Where could they be? That thought lingering in your mind, you used your powers to create several holes in the ground before gingerly moving the corpses of your friends into them. You had no clue what had happened, but they’d always shown you a lot of kindness. You figured they deserved a proper burial.
Afterwards, thus began the waiting.
Waiting that Five would eventually come and save you. But you knew you couldn’t just sit and wait. You had to survive. For your partner. If he was still out there. It turns out, you were pretty damn good at surviving on your own. Food and water was very scarce, but luckily you were just one person. It was still hard, though. Being alone for so so long was slowly starting to drive you mad. You had absolutely nothing. Days passed, then months, then years. Every single day was filled with nothing but despair. You began talking to yourself, since you had nobody else to talk to. You knew you were pretty much going crazy, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it.
It had been 40 years.
40 years you counted by using tally marks. 40 years of scavenging for food, water, anything. 40 years of pure isolation.
Your stomach ached. It had been a while since you’d found something to eat. You gently lifted your hands and brought yourself into the air with your powers, scanning the whole area but finding nothing. Your eyes eventually averted down. What would happen if you let go? Right now? You would fall to your death, and maybe not have to deal with this anymore. Would you see Five? You had no clue what happened to him, but you knew that you’d give anything to see his face again.
“Hello! How about you come down from there, sweetheart?”
You yelped and accidentally let go of yourself. Right before you touched the ground you remembered to catch yourself, and you discovered you were staring at the heeled shoes of a slim woman, smoking a very thin cigarette. She definitely did not look like she belonged in the apocalypse. She held a briefcase in her other hand, which hadn’t been damaged in the slightest. Where had she come from?
You pulled yourself away with your powers and stood in a fighting stance.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?!” You barked at the woman, and her red lips smiled calmly at you.
“No need to be so aggressive, dear (Y/n).” She crooned, almost like a mother addressing her child.
“How the hell do you know my name, lady?!” You snapped, not lowering your defensive attitude.
“I’ve come to offer you a deal, is all. A job. A way out of here.”
Turns out, this woman was called The Handler. She worked at this strange place called The Commission, where they dealt with all things time-related. Making sure certain events happened the way they should. You were confused as to why or how The Handler found you. Why you? Her response made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I believe you’re familiar with a Five Hargreeves? He requested we find his partner.”
Hope.
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nahokura · 3 months
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I'll kiss every scar on your wrist
Five feels that you're not okay and stops you from doing something bad, even tho you both had an argument before.
Five Hargreeves X GN!Reader
Warnings: Self harm, mentions of suicide, angst, comfort, hurt to comfort, out of character/ soft side of Five?
Takes place when Five is 18 and without the apocalypse.
Sooo it could've been a Five x Oc but I love y'all so here you go 🫶🏻
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«Stop treating me like a child, Y/N! Five spat out, pushing away your hand who was about to reach his cheek.
–I'm not?! I'm showing you my love!
–Well, it's embarrassing. You frowned and turned to face the door. Where are you going?
–I'm leaving, I'll come back when you understand what being in love is like.»
You and Five Hargreeves had an argument. You didn't even know what your relationship was, sometimes he accepts that you touch him and sometimes he gets mad because he finds it too childish. This man hated to be treated like a child but you didn't mean to treat him like that, you were just yourself. He didn't understand that and it got you mad, you went too far by leaving instead of explaining him, you knew deep down that he just didn't know how to react because he never experienced true love, plus, sometimes he showed you affection, it just looked like he didn't dare and you didn't know why.
You were laying on your bed, tired from everything. You pushed away your boyfriend and now what? Your mom always worked and your dad always got mad at you for nothing. Your tried to talk to your best friend but they just said you were too sensitive. You were tired. Tired of everyone, tired of yourself.
Everything felt stiff, and the only way to relieve you was something you did some years ago, you were clean but nothing else could help you more. So you stood up sheepishly and reached for the drawer, you opened it and took a sharp blade out of it.
Five frowned when the door slammed shut. He asked himself a hundred questions on how was he supposed to react when you acted like this. He never experienced love, the only one he had was only a lie even if it felt real. He was sweet with Delores but he thought that it would be too much if he was this way with you. He didn't know how to act, and he had pride, his ego would be broken if he was sweet, he didn't want people to think he was someone who just becomes soft like that. But this time this was more important than this. You were more important and you almost broke down in front of him, he saw him through your eyes. He suddenly felt a raise of guilt, his heart started to ache really bad. How could he be so selfish? He knew your life was hard enough and he just thought about his ego. He hated himself on the moment, anxiety rushed to his veins, he knew something was going to happen, he felt it.
He dissapeared in a flash, teleporting to your house, in the kitchen. He looked at the drawers for a second but teleported in your room in front of you, grabbing your left wrist in his hand and the blade you were holding in your hand in the other. He looked at you with rage for an instant but it quickly turned into concern. Nevertheless, he couldn't bottle up everything anymore, he decided he would be honest. He took a deep breath and remained calm, he didn't want a swearing flowing out his mouth without his will, it would be against himself but he wanted to be sweet this time.
«What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)? Your eyes widened with realisation, blood rushed to your cheeks.
–I..I–
–No, you know what? Don't speak. I know exactly what's going on, I've observed you, I know everything that's going on. Just take deep breaths, I'm here, I'll talk for you. You only nodded, you actually thought he didn't care about you. You were tearing up. His grip remained soft on your hand, still firm as if he didn't want to let you go. I actually know what you did, and.. Please don't do it again. I can't handle seeing you like this. I know I've been selfish, I only cared about how people saw me, but it's over, I promise. He looked down for a instant but he looked into your eyes not long after, his eyes full of love and care. I'm sorry for everything, I'll get better. I even honestly think you could fix me. But I'm sorry.
–N..No, it's okay- He moved his hand in a swift motion to tell you to stop talking.
–Let me speak, dearest. You're everything to me, you're not alone. You can talk to me when you feel like shit. I'll be here for you, I'd do everything for you, (Y/N). Just... Don't hurt yourself. You're the prettiest, you're my everything. I can't...Just...Seeing you like this...»
He stopped talking for a moment and lifted your sleeve. He stared at your scars intensely, his eyebrows frowned in a way that said that he regretted not being here when you were younger. He bit his lower lip and bent his head, leaning a soft kiss on your scar that made the butterflies in your tummy flatter. He let out a sigh and kissed your other scar, each time his lips touched your skin, it felt like a sweet caress that made all your pain go away. He lifted his head again to look into your eyes, you were now crying, tears of joy and sadness. You felt safe.
«(Y/N), I love you so much. I'd do anything for you, I'll kiss the scars on your body, I'll hug you tight, I'll let you cry on my shoulder. I just... He cupped your wet cheeks. I want you to be happy, and I'd do everything to see that smile of yours that makes me fall more in love with you each time I see it. He pressed his forehead to yours in an intimate way and gave you that loving smirk of him. God he made you feel so much things at once, you hated him for that. You smiled back, chuckling at him.
–You're so fruity.
–But I love it, and I know you crave it, dear.
–I do... Your voice fell into a whisper as you put your head on his shoulder. I do.»
He put his left hand in your hair, twirling them and caressing them. Your body started to shake and Five quickly realized that you were crying. He nestled his head in your neck and caressed your back softly, letting you cry.
«You can cry louder, nobody will hear you, I promise. I'm here, let it all out.»
The lump in your throat finally broke, you cried louder, your voice muffled by the tissue of Five's jacket. You gripped on his back and hugged him tightly, you were sure that your eyes were going to be red after that. Five continued to whisper sweet-nothings in your ear, he was waiting for you to fall asleep and he wanted to stay with you, to hold you. He lifted you so he could be under you, he layed down, your head still on his shoulder. You hugged him tightly, your cries going more and more silent by the time. You were tired, you needed a good night of sleep right now.
«I love you (Y/N), don't forget that.»
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beauwritngs · 2 years
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FIVE HARGREEVES REALLY HAD NO IDEA OF THE EFFECT HE HAD ON YOU. The way he always had to be strongest in the room, the way he'd always have a snarky response prepared for an enemy's threat, and the way his slim fingers would curl around a trigger like it was second nature. His whole character was so incredibly intriguing, yet still so unbelievably annoying to you. He was difficult to figure out - to put it in short, and you loved that.
Maybe some would describe you the same, you think to yourself. After all, you couldn't deny you'd been giving the poor boy a hard time with the endless teasing (if you could call "throwing the first insult that comes to your lovesick mind" teasing.) Knowing Five for this long was probably rubbing off on you. Still, it wasn't unusual for him to reciprocate.
That's probably why you hadn't been able to keep today's earlier events out of your untiring mind.
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EFFECT - F. Hargreeves x Reader
. PART 2
warnings; season 3 spoilers.
word count; 1.3k
synopsis; You've been in love with the dumb kid for as long as you've known him. Despite the almost-60 years of friendship between you, you had been doing an okay job at hiding said feelings from him. Or so you thought.
a/n; ! reader is also 60 ish in a 15 yr old body ! i've been thinking ab posting to this blog all day, soo here's something of my fav boy in honour of season 3. <3
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Five Hargreeves really had no idea of the effect he had on you. The way he always had to be strongest in the room, the way he'd always have a snarky response prepared for an enemy's threat, and the way his slim fingers would curl around a trigger like it was second nature. His whole character was so incredibly intriguing, yet still so unbelievably annoying to you. He was difficult to figure out - to put it in short, and you loved that.
Maybe some would describe you the same, you think to yourself. After all, you couldn't deny you'd been giving the poor boy a hard time with the endless teasing. (if you could call "throwing the first insult that comes to your lovesick mind" teasing.) Knowing Five for this long was probably rubbing off on you. Still, it wasn't unusual for him to reciprocate.
That's probably why you hadn't been able to keep today's earlier events out of your untiring mind.
The morning started off relatively normal - or so you thought. You woke up in your uncomfortable hotel bed to the smell of a plate of buffet breakfast; something you'd been getting used to at Hotel Obsidian. It wasn't uncommon for one of your best friend's siblings to bring you a meal before you woke, much to your delight. Breakfast in bed is so much easier than going down to the hotel lobby in your pyjamas half-asleep.
After a repetitive breakfast you were downstairs for the majority of the day, talking and stressing along with everyone else. This seemed to be a common thing among the Hargreeves. Well, along with saving the world from a certain someone and a new injury on your body every day. It wasn't until late afternoon had the seemingly "average" day taken a drastic turn. For the better, or worse.
You and the ex-assassin were placed on his bottom bunk, alone in his shared hotel room and sitting cross-legged in comfortable silence. This was a common scene for you two - often just wallowing in each other's presence while Five worked on equations, ranted about a sibling of his, or rambled a story about a commission member you'd heard a million times over. It was familiar, and that was exactly what the both of you needed now with all of these apocalypses; some familiarity.
"(Name)?"
Flinching at the sudden sound, you looked up, "Sorry?" A sheepish grin caught your features, how unlike you to zone out. Five clearly thought so, too. He rolled his eyes.
"I said, Luther's got his bachelor party later. I'm going." You almost forgot about Luther and Sloane's little announcement from earlier. It was.. unexpected, to say the least. Five did suggest completing our bucket lists, though, didn't he?
"You're going?" You had to hold back a laugh, almost. Five was playing into their little event? What made it so surprising was his adamancy on not going a couple hours ago. Also, Luther mentioned karaoke was to be a major part of the event, and if Five planned on drinking.. (which, who were you kidding, of course he did.)
"Don't act so surprised, jeez." Five rolled his eyes once more, "He's my brother, you know. And what else do you expect me to do currently? It's not like there's much of a world to explore out there." You watched as his eye drifted to peek at the curtain you'd closed when you first came in here, the atmosphere outside too devastating to wallow in.
"Well, yeah. Didn't take much convincing on their behalf, is all."
"They made little jars. What else can I ask for?"
You giggled at that, and Five cracked his signature almost-smile. "Is that what you're wearing?" You asked in a last attempt to make conversation as your best friend stood up from where he sat on the bed.
"Why? What's wrong with the suit?" Five glanced at a full length mirror that sat on the wall to his right. He brought his hands to the hems of his suit, tugging it tighter against his torso. You couldn't do anything but stare. That was attractive. That was so attractive.
"Nothing! Nothing's wrong with the suit." You answered quickly, and truthfully. "Just wondering. Because at this point, those are your casual clothes."
"What would be my formal clothes, then?" Five looked back over to you, and you couldn't answer. Your eyes were still locked on his hands, and what was worse is that now he could see that.
You both awkwardly sit there for a beat. You, staring at Five hopelessly and him catching you in the act. A quick chuckle from him is what breaks you out of your trance.
"At the wedding," He starts, to catch your attention, then turns back to the mirror from earlier to fix his hair, "I have to apologise now for the amount of alcohol I could end up consuming." Before he speaks, he reconsiders his words, as if he was going to say something different. There was a break in his voice that showed this. Just another thing you've picked up from knowing Five for so long: the ability to read him well.
"Nothing I haven't handled before." You shrugged, "What were you actually going to say?" Five sighs, he knew he was caught from the minute he spoke.
"Will you dance with me?" Five looks you in the eye through his reflection.
"Of course I will." You laugh, relieved. "That's what you wanted to ask?"
Five shrugs, and doesn't say anything more. He was unusually quiet and it was almost scary to you. God, say something quickly before things get awkward.
"I suppose you should head downstairs, hm?" You get up from the bed, deciding you should head back to the room you shared with Viktor and Allison to find something cute to wear to the wedding.
"I suppose.." He turns around to face you and the two of you lock eyes. "...I should."
Were you always standing this close to him? And has the room always been this hot?
Something strange rushes between the two of you; a new, electrified feeling. You feel Five's arms wrap around your waist, your own unconsciously moving around his neck. You were now both so close to each other you can't make out who's heartbeat it is beating so quickly in your ear, and both your lips not even a centimetre away from each other that if you just leaned the tiniest bit closer-
A knock at the door is what pulls you two apart, as if you were both magnets with a positive charge. You look over to find Viktor, standing like a newborn puppy that just got himself in trouble for the first time.
"..Uh- Sorry. Luther sent me to come and get Five. The bachelor party is, uhm.. starting. So..." Number 7 trails off. You cleared your throat, speaking up.
"No problem. He was just getting ready." A forced smile formed on your face, despite the inner turmoil in your brain. Your head turns to see Five, who was still standing in shock.
Viktor nods, and takes this as a cue to leave.
"..I'll see you at the wedding...?" You try, face warming up as the events from earlier dawn on you.
"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Five nods, running a hand through his hair as he takes a minute to collect himself before he begins to walk off. Before Five can reach the door, you see him hesitate. A moment later, he's located right in front of you after a familiar whoosh sound plays.
You don't even have time to register the use of his powers, let alone the feeling of his lips on yours.
"I'll see you at the wedding." Five repeats, smile now present on his features. You don't get to come back with a response before he's gone with a flash of blue light.
"I can't wait." Is probably what you would've answered, though now the words are lost to empty air, uttered barely a whisper. It's still true, though: you can't wait.
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parkersbliss · 2 years
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I don’t know if requests are open, but I had an idea for a five x reader where they were in the apocalypse/commission together, but when five time traveled them out they got separated and reader showed up in the sparrow timeline instead of the umbrella timeline with five.
She ends up meeting the other umbrellas and doesn’t recognize them as fives sibs, but notices the symptoms of time travel, so she’s just chatting to them about time travel “yeah, it sucks right? So inexact. My best friend could time travel but we got separated. I miss him so much.” And maybe she tells the umbrellas that she’s been in love with her time traveling best friend for decades just as he comes in? So she has to choose between being elated that he’s alive or absolutely mortified that he heard her
Decades | F. Hargreeves
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pairing: five hargreeves x reader
wc: 1,360
warnings: none
requests: CLOSED
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You knew something was wrong as soon as you had landed on the grass of the garden. Your head shot up, scrambling to get on your legs as six strangers and a cube stared at you. Or… was the cube staring at you if it was a cube? You’re not sure.
One of them steps forward, with black hair and tan skin. “Who the hell are you?”
“Uh,” You start, eyeing the rest of the people. You were met with pretty much the same glare. “Who are you?”
They scoff. “The Sparrow Academy. Do you live under a rock?”
“Sparrow? I thought it was umbrella,” You mutter. “Anyways, sorry. I’ll just get going now.”
You move to step past the man when a force lifts you off your feet. That was new.
“I said, who are you?” The same person demands, getting a little too close for your liking. You huff in annoyance and punch him in the face. Which resulted in you being dropped to the ground.
“Sorry!” You shout and bolt for the courtyard doors and out onto the streets. You don’t bother checking if they’re chasing and keep running. You run until your legs almost give out, leaving you in front of a hotel.
Hotel obsidian
You pant, double over, and shake your head before walking in.
That had been a year ago. One very long year you spent searching for a certain boy who didn’t exist. Five Hargreeves has stranded you in the wrong timeline, with no way of getting back. At first, you cried.
You cried a lot.
Basically, every day for a month, because to you, Five was dead. He didn’t exist, and he had no way of getting back to you. By your second week of crying, you realized that wasn’t normal. The ache in your heart, the feeling of despair of loss… it was because you loved Five. You had met in the apocalypse and spent thirty years together — but not together. Thirty years being best friends and surviving off of scarps until The Handler found you.
You’d been hesitant to join her, but the thought of getting out consumed you. You spent under a year in her possession, nowhere near the contract you signed. She promised you and Five retirement after Five years of service.
But after just one week, you wanted out. You came back mission after mission, covered in someone else’s blood, and every time you broke down, Five was there to catch you.
Except now he wasn’t.
Not to mention, he fucked up the equations, and you were a child. You’d been reversed back into your thirteen-year-old body forever.
And still, he wasn’t here.
But after a few months, you accepted it the best you could. You moved forward with your life and tried not to think about the boy who saved you. There was no apocalypse here, and you only hoped he had succeeded back home. Five always talked about how much he loved his siblings and how he wanted to get back to them to help. The boy loved his family with such ferocity, you couldn’t help but admire it. He always joked about introducing you if you ever got back. You often wonder if he’s mentioned you to them. If he’s searching for you, or if he’s accepted it as you have.
“(Y/N), would you mind tending to the bar area today?” Chet asked.
You shake your head. “Oh, not at all.”
In exchange for a place to stay, you helped Chet out with the hotel. It wasn’t hard work, and you met some fun people, so really, you didn’t mind. Also because Chet’s dog was the cutest.
You make your way over to the area, brushing off some of the tables. Then, you reset all the chairs before staring at the Lobsters. You named the three of them: Gary, Larry, and Barry. Unfortunately, London was eaten for lunch. You sit at the table, watching people come in and out. A particular group of men catches your attention. All three were in outfits that looked straight out of the 60s. They were sluggish with their movements and the constant twitch from the full-body itch. Not to mention they were slowly shoving Chinese takeout into their mouths.
They had time traveled.
Glancing around to make no one else needed tending to, you walked over and took a seat.
The one with shoulder-length hair raises a brow at you, noodles shoved in his mouth and the other long-haired one waves.
“Who are you?” The big one asked through a mouthful.
“I think the question is, who are you?”
“What?” The short-haired one snaps.
“You time traveled,” You said simply. “Who are you?”
“None of your business, little lady.”
You snort. “Fine, then enjoy the cotton ball up your nose headache. Sucks, doesn’t it?”
The big one stops eating. “How do you know that?”
you give him an ‘are you stupid look.’ “Because I’ve time traveled.”
The long-haired one gasps. “Oh my god, are you one of those… those commission people?”
You furrow your brows. “How do you know that?”
One man glares at the other. “Shut up, Klaus.”
“Sorry, Diego,” He mutters.
“If you’re commission,” the blond starts. “What are you doing here? Are you here to kill us?”
You roll your eyes. “You’d already be dead if that was the case. No, I’m… I got stuck here after a time travel accident.”
“Pray tell?” Klaus asked.
You sigh, fiddling with your uniform. “My best friend could time travel and… I went with him, and we got separated, I guess. He went back to his family — I hope. And I was left here with no sign of him. I’ve been stuck here for over a year. Looking for him, but he doesn’t exist here. I miss him so much.”
“Oh my god,” Klaus gasped. “I’m so sorry.”
You force out a laugh, wiping at your eyes. “Yeah, no, it’s okay. I just… I loved him, you know? And I never got the chance to tell him, and he’s probably dead or trying to save the world. I’ve loved him for like decades, and I didn’t tell him, and now, I never can. It sucks.”
“Decades?” Diego questions. “You’re like, what thirteen?”
“I’m older than you by a lot.”
Diego furrows his brows at that before his eyes widen. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“(Y/N),” You said at the same time as someone else.
You spin around in your seat to find a boy dressed in a bathrobe. You almost didn’t recognize him with the age regression, but you couldn’t forget those green eyes no matter how hard you tried.
“Five?”
“You’re alive?” He asked.
You don’t respond, instead, you jump out of your seat and throw your arms around the boy. “Oh my god. You’re okay!”
He nods, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’m okay.”
You pull back, taking in his new appearance. “What happened? Did you save them? End of the world?”
Five chuckles, pointing towards the men at the table. “You’re looking at them.”
Your eyes widen. “Oh, you guys are—”
“The Umbrella Academy.”
You turn back to Five, his hands still wrapped around your waist. “You look younger.”
“So do you,” He replies. “How long…?”
“Almost a year,” You said. “I thought you died.”
“So I heard.”
You frown. “You heard?”
Five uses one of his hands to tilt your face towards him. “You wanna know something?”
“What?”
“I’ve been in love with you for decades too.”
You can’t help your smile as you relax in his arms. “Really?”
Five press a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “Yeah, and I never thought I’d get to tell you.”
“I’m really happy you’re alive.”
“That makes two of us. Speaking of which, what do you mean I don’t exist here?”
“Oh my god,” You gape. “That’s right. If you don’t exist here, but you’re here…”
Five sighs. “Remember when I said I saved the world?”
“Yeah.”
“I think I lied.”
“Well, if I remember correctly, we were supposed to save the world so…”
Five grins, pulling you closer. “Nows our chance.”
— END —
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xbarrjallenx · 2 years
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Dancing At A Funeral
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Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Gender-Neutral!Reader Summary: (Y/N) reminisced some of their memories with Ben during his funeral. Requested: Yes / No Word count: 2.592 Posted: 23.06.2022 Warning(s): Ben’s death, fluff, grief, mentions of blood, season two spoilers, unedited imagine Song inspiration: Good Grief - Bastille A/N: I wrote this imagine way back in 2020, after finishing Season 2, so it’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long and just posting it to celebrate Season 3. Yay! It’s too long, I know, but I hope you still like it. Also, should I keep this with Vanya or should I change to Viktor now? The happening dates back to Season 1, so I am not sure. Feedbacks are always appreciated, because my writing is very rusty. Help your girl to improve, please! Also, English is not my first language, so mistakes can be found. I’m sorry and thank you! - G. x Take note: (Y/N) and the Hargreeves siblings were twenty-one years old during the funeral. 
It was one gloomy afternoon for six loving young adults: five of them were his extraordinary siblings and the remaining one was you, his beloved best friend.
The group was still shaken up for the heartbreaking news, but all of you managed to suppress the overflowing emotions by putting up your best poker face whilst you formed two neat semi-circles on both sides of his snow-covered casket.
“Why don’t you ever talk to your siblings about your feelings? Look at you right now: messy and all over the place.” You questioned while you pulled him in a gentle and comforting embrace.
“Emotions aren’t welcomed nor appreciated in the Hargreeves’ household, (Y/N). We’re all messed up, my siblings are just stronger than me.” He calmly informed you, lingering the warmth and comfort that your body emitted.
Ben Hargreeves - the sweetest and the most caring person that you have ever met in your life. He was loyal and understanding, an extraordinary person, abilities and character-wise.
“(Y/N), is everything all right?” Vanya derailed your train of thoughts, noticing how fixated your eyes were on your best friend’s picture - he seemed so happy and light-hearted.
“Yes. Thank you, Vanya!” You forcefully smiled, glancing at her with your slightly watery eyes. You were glad that she was still concerned about you, even though you barely saw her when Ben was still alive.
The rest of the Hargreeves siblings gave you a solace stare soon after, silently letting you know that they had your back at all times. It was a cold and snowy day, but their kindness and sympathy were enough to warm your body and your miserable heart.
“Kudos to you for staying strong, (Y/N)!” Klaus proudly exclaimed, slightly making you smile for his kind remarks.
Klaus. Klaus was the most supportive Hargreeves ever. He was the contrary of Ben, who was introvert, silent and shy. Klaus was rather extrovert, dorky and talkative. In fact, when the former wasn’t in the mood of talking, he was more of a listener, the latter was your companion on sputtering nonsense.
You were very grateful of them, Ben and Klaus were surely the reason that you have met each other, that you have become friends.
“Hey, dear!” A boy about your age startled you as he approached you whilst you bit on you calorie bomb pastry. “I’m so sorry to scare you, but I want to inform you that you have a stalker over there.” He pointed a booth with six twelve year olds, wearing immaculate and familiar uniforms: The Umbrella Academy.
They were famous. Well, the daily news were always full of them, so it was impossible to not acknowledge them.
“Excuse me?” You confusedly corrugated your forehead as you put your dessert back on its plate. “Aren’t you part of that group?”
He hummed and nodded. “Yes, but do you see that little kid there: shiny jet black hair, cute almond eyes, so handsome?” He moved his hands as he sincerely described the boy. “He’s my brother and he’s been admiring you since we came in.”
“That’s creepy, but he’s cute.” You chuckled as you waved your hands towards the children’s direction and the concerned boy covered his face with his both hands out of embarrassment, watching you and his brother through his fingers.
That moment was the beginning of your friendship with the Hargreeves siblings and, as they snuck out of their house almost every night to meet you at Griddy’s Doughnuts, you slowly learnt everything about them: from how their superpowers functioned to how dysfunctional their family was.
Although you got along very well with all of them, it was needless to say that your relationship with Ben, Klaus and Vanya were stronger. They were the most vulnerable ones in the Academy and they were never afraid to open up to you.
The friendship was amazing and it quickly grew, but, as the years went by, you also started falling apart - less siblings came to your daily meet ups, until Ben and Klaus were the only ones left. It didn’t mean that you hated the other siblings, though, you were still very fond of them, you were just not as close as before.
“Your bed is so soft!” Klaus exhaustedly commented as he messily plopped himself on your bed. The three of you decided to change your location since the pastries at Griddy’s Doughnuts started making you feel nauseous. You surely have tasted everything in that diner!
“Bookworm!” Ben shrieked at the sight of your huge book collection - it was his comfort object, mostly after using his powers during a mission.
Your friendship was not rocket science at all: they found their comfort person and they were grateful to have you. You were their only best friend and they perfectly knew that they could count on you, and vice versa. They were your safe haven, the ones who kept you safe and warm, and you were their pole star, the one who guided them when they were feeling lost or overwhelmed of their powers and Dad’s rules.
The two teenagers enjoyed visiting you almost every night, sometimes both of them would knock on your window, most times it would just be Ben, but never only Klaus, until one day, that very specific day.
“(Y/N)!” A trembling Klaus entered your window, despair and sorrow behind his voice. “(Y/N)!”
He was shaken up and felt uneasy. You were almost sure that something bad has happened in the Academy. “Klaus, breathe. Settle down and we’ll talk about it.”
You gave him your water bottle, letting him catch his breath. “(Y/N).”
“Klaus, take your time.” You gently announced, calming him down as you rubbed his back. What could have possibly happened? Nothing really bad, you hoped.
You both remained in silence for a little while - Klaus defeated his breathlessness and you watched him as he halted his emotions from spilling.
“Are you ready?” You carefully asked, getting the empty water bottle from Klaus’ hand. He just nodded in response. “All right, slowly and calmly.”
He started trembling once again and you continued rubbing his back, letting him know that he was not alone. He hardly swallowed as he gathered his courage to tell you everything.
You started panicking by seeing his actions, but you were the fortress between the two of you, you couldn’t break nor fall. Not right now.
“Something in the mission went wrong,” He sadly started, staring straightly in your eyes. “and Ben is gone.”
A big lump in your throat suddenly formed and it was very hard to swallow. Your shoulders fell down like teardrops, salted water started streaming down your face and your world fell apart.
Your hand and knees started to shake, not knowing how to take the news in. “It’s not a good joke, Klaus. You are lying!” You blurted out, eyes started to sting badly.
Ben meant so much to you and he perfectly knew it. He couldn’t just come over and joke about Ben’s life, it was illegal.
“(Y/N), honey.” Klaus engulfed you in a comforting hug, calming you down as you started to messily sob against the crook of his neck. You were hurt and your chest was so tight, heart breaking in small smithereens - he was now the one who needed to stay strong, for the both of you. “Yes, I know, I know. Just let it out, don’t be afraid.”
Well, so much for being the fortress. You felt that you weren’t strong, not at all - the enemy has attacked you one time and you quickly fell, you quickly broke. Ben and Klaus were the ones who gave you strength, but one of them brought all of it with him, in his grave.
“(Y/N),” A deep voice quickly shooed your thoughts away: Sir Reginald Hargreeves. “would you like to say a few words?”
You were so busy in reminiscing that you didn’t notice Reginald, Grace and Pogo arriving. Those memories with Ben made you happy, but a huge horde of sadness washed you away once the old man brought you back to reality: Ben was still dead.
Reginald Hargreeves never liked you and it was strange that he didn’t throw a fit as soon as he saw you in one of his kids’ funeral - perhaps it was out of respect for Ben. He has always reputed you as a bad influence to his children, mostly to Ben, but the teenagers stood up for you uncountable times, breaking the rules just to see you and Ben happy and smiling.
“No, Sir Hargreeves. Thank you!” Your voice broke in the middle of the short sentence and the siblings hastily gave you a comforting look, nonetheless their distressed faces. They hated seeing you suffer, just as much as you all hated Reginald and that meant a really lot.
The old man nodded in response and, as soon as he started walking back inside his mansion, Grace and Pogo following soon after, the sobbing of the Academy members intensified, pouring their hearts out whilst tears uncontrollably streamed down their faces.
“It’s nobody’s fault!” Vanya strongly pointed out, trying to make her siblings feel better after the eulogy that you have just missed.
“How would you know, Vanya? You weren’t even on the mission.” Diego sputtered and your heart ached at Vanya’s failed attempt of consoling her siblings.
Vanya softly gasped, tightly holding her black umbrella before leaving the courtyard. She must have felt left out, again.
“Nice going, asshole!” Luther fiercely spat, defending Vanya - a thing that Ben usually did.
You faced the remaining siblings and they started arguing between them again, sending you back to remembering your memories of Ben, of how he would run to your house to avoid his siblings’ futile fight.
“Hey, can I stay for a little while with you?” He shyly asked, hoping you wouldn’t turn his request down.
“Are your siblings fighting again?” You empathically questioned him, putting down the book that you were reading on your desk.
“Unfortunately.” His shoulders dropped down, sadly looking in your eyes. It hurt him to see his siblings argue over everything.
You smiled at him and put a vinyl record on your player, Stand By Me, sung by Ben E. King, starting. “I dedicate this song to you, Benerino!”
He quickly smiled and hummed to the song, both of you proudly singing when the chorus would come.
“Thank you.” He quietly murmured in your ear after you pulled him into a heartwarming hug.
You missed him. You missed him so damn much.
“(Y/N),” Klaus softly called you, thread of thoughts cut once again. “shall we dance?”
You raised an eyebrow and the waterworks turned on once again: Vanya was playing Stand By Me with her violin and Klaus remembered how Ben would ask you to dance whenever his favourite song played.
“Gladly!” You grabbed Klaus’ hand, letting go of your umbrella, snow flakes quickly resting on your head and shoulders.
You and Klaus slowly danced around Ben’s coffin. It seemed like you two were celebrating that the Horror was gone, but you were just cherishing the memories you shared with his beloved brother.
“Dad’s not around anymore, you can let your tears fall freely.” Klaus reminded you, knowing how much you were trying to contain your emotions.
“I just miss him, Klaus,” You truthfully admitted. “I miss him so much.”
Klaus’ glance shifted from you to something behind you, but he still listened to your confession. “I am sure that he misses you, too.”
When the song finished, you asked the boy to leave you for a little while, wanting to talk to the unanimated Ben for a few minutes. He gladly respected you decision and he went towards the gazebo, eyes fixated on you, or maybe on the empty spot next to you. Your eyes were blurry because of the tears, so you couldn’t really figure it out.
“Hey, Benerino!” You sweetly chuckled as you caressed the photo on his casket, snow slowly melting because of your hand’s warmth. “You’re gone too soon, but I hope you feel better wherever you are right now, albeit I still think that it’s just unfair. What’s going to be left of the world, if you’re not in it, huh?”
The thought of not growing old with him destroyed you. You were perfect for each other, you had loads of amazing things with him, and you wished you had Klaus’ powers to conjure Ben up. You wanted to see him again.
“You’ll be now missing from the photographs in the mansion. You gave me another reason to stop coming in this hellhole.” You softly laughed.
God, how much you missed hearing his laugh after your horrible jokes and puns.
“I’ve always told you to take care, Hargreeves.” You frowned. “We’d be on my bed right now, laughing and cuddling to battle the cold whilst Klaus intoxicated us with his messily rolled joint.”
You hated it when Klaus was drugged, but it was the anaesthesia to his awful life.
“Ben, I am so sorry if I never had the courage to tell you this, but I love you so much. I love you more than anything in my life and it just hurts because you would never know anything about it and I would never know what you think about it.” You messily wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.
“(Y/N)!” A Ben Hargreeves covered in dried blood approached you as soon as he entered your window. Your eyes nearly popped out of their orbit at the sight of him and you rushed towards his direction, wanting to engulf him in a huge bear-hug. “Don’t!”
You feigned offence and raised an eyebrow. “All right, but, at least, tell me that none of it is yours.”
He quietly chuckled, softly shaking his head. “Don’t you worry about it.”
“Well, thank goodness!” You sighed in relief. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He refused at first, but he caved in soon after. He came up to the terms that he couldn’t hug you if he was covered in blood and vice versa.
“You know, I’m the one with superpowers here, but you are way more powerful than me.” He confessed as you both plopped yourselves on your bed.
“How could you even say that, dummy?” You wondered, looking at his perfect face.
His face turned serious. “You perfectly know how I feel about myself after a mission, after killing people,” Absolutely! He would be disgusted to the point of despising his powers and existence. “but just with the sight of your gleeful smile, I already feel better and stronger.”
Ben was able to make you smile widely, thinking that he was very sweet to say those words. Little did you know he has just  professed the feelings he had for you.
“Thank you so much for these nine years of friendship, Ben.” You shortly nodded. “You have been an awesome best friend.”
As soon as you finished, you called Klaus. He was looking on the spot next to you and you furrowed your eyebrows.
“Are you fine, Klaus?” You gently checked on the Séance, worrying about his sanity. “Are ghosts bothering you again?”
“Please don’t forget him.” He blurted out, ignoring your questions. Was Ben around you? Did he conjure him?
You shook your head to stop yourself from being delusional and answered Klaus. “How can I forget him? Every minute and every hour, I miss him, I miss him more.”
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